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Dirty Business III- Cappuccino

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: smut, cheating, hints of angst, mentions of abuse

word count: 13k

Harry woke up to a softly breathing Y/N. She was laying on his chest, cuddled up tight. Truly? He didn’t think he had ever seen a scene more beautiful. With the Paris sun bleeding through the sheer curtains and lighting up all the aspects of her face, he was incredibly lucky. Quite possibly the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Mm. Baby?” He murmured, moving her hair so he could see her face perfectly. His lips came to kiss her forehead, then her nose. Stroking her cheek, he was happy to be with her. Happy to hold her close and be the one she chose to have. After all these weeks he had given in and it never felt so good. “Want to see those eyes.” The pretty eyes he loved looking at. She was bare of makeup and her freckles were showing, her lips still swollen from their passion last night. He couldn’t imagine something more beautiful.

Y/N woke up to the warmth of the sun tickling her face, Harry’s voice and soft touches bringing her out of the dream world she was in. She hummed at the feeling, a smile coming onto her face as she realized that this really was real life, she wasn’t at all dreaming.

“Good morning...” She spoke in a sweet but raspy voice, eyes fluttered open to see him already looking down at her with a smile. He was so beautiful, everything about him. Y/N let her hand move to cup his cheek, her smile widening as she saw his dimples form. They were her favorite. She leaned in to kiss him, sweet and gentle, holding him there just savoring the beautiful moment. She was in Paris with the man of her dreams, what else could she possibly want?

The phone ringing brought her out of the moment, her lips moving to kiss all over his face muttering a bunch of no’s because she didn’t want him to be distracted. He let out a groan when she went down to his neck. He picked up the phone, answering a tired ‘hello’. It was Caroline. God damn it. He had been ignoring her calls, not wanting to talk. He had told her anyway that he would be in Paris and couldn’t talk.

“Jesus— Caroline, I told you I’m not able to talk while on this trip. Why have you called me 12 times?” He asked, brows furrowing. He relaxed a little when Y/N crawled on top of him, running her hands down his chest. He didn’t like the look in her eye. “Yes, I’m ignoring your calls. I told you multiple times that I’m busy. I have meetings every day.” It wasn’t a lie. He did have many meetings. But Caroline was whining and saying how he should be checking in on her because they were dating and it just— pissed him off. “I’m done with this, Caroline. I think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.” He ground out, seeing Y/N’s eyes light up. That pleased her. It pleased him too. But then the hysterics started on the other line.

“Is it her? Is that bitch with you?” Caroline asked, “Hazza baby, please, you can’t do this over the phone! Thought you had more respect for me!” She shouted, tears clearly in her eyes. It was early in Paris but probably even earlier in New York, why was she even awake? “I thought we were doing so well and then she showed up! What? Am I not rich or young and hot enough for you? That job changed you. I thought I knew you!”

Y/N was grinning ear to ear, he had ended things with Caroline right in front of her. She won, she had really won. Y/N pressed kisses all across his chest, rocking her hips over his a bit as well because god, did that make her horny. When his body responded positively to it, Y/N went the extra mile, bringing her hand down so she could slide him inside of her. A small moan escaped her, biting down on his shoulder as she sat up and started slowly bouncing on his cock. Her hands were holding her tits up, gripping at them so he could see just how good it felt for her. Y/N smirked down at him, her head falling back in pleasure. God this was the life.

“Oh my god.” He groaned. Mostly because Y/N was on his cock. The hottest thing he thinks he’s ever seen, his new girl, the one he should have had all along, riding him with effort. Caroline would never do this. It was always missionary. “Don’t call her a bitch. She’s lovely. Always treats me well, is amazing with business.” He growled. He didn’t like anyone saying shit about Y/N. “I told you, my job comes first. The first time we started dating. I’m done with having to explain this shit to you.” He hissed. Y/N felt so damn good, his hand coming up to grab her waist. “You obviously don’t know me. Stop calling me that name, it’s annoying. We can talk when I get back but... it doesn’t change anything.” His breathing caught when he saw her hand go down to her cunt, rubbing at it. Fuck, it was so wrong for this to be so hot. But it was. “My life is changing quickly and... fuck, it’s so good.”

Seeing him angry was only getting her going more, biting back moans though really she should just let Caroline hear. Let her hear how good she felt on her man’s cock. Y/N had been moving at a steady pace on his cock, speeding up when she felt his hand on her waist.

“Oh daddy! Feels so good!” She moaned out, smirking at the look on his face because she knew Caroline could clearly hear her.

“Oh my god— Harry, are you serious?” Caroline screamed, “She’s with you?” She couldn’t believe it, but she better. Y/N ready had come in and swiped Harry right up and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Fuuuuck!” Y/N moaned out, rubbing faster at her clit. She could hear a little bit of what was going on on the phone and she was extremely turned on by the prospect. It was the competitive nature in her, her primal part wanting to show off that she had in fact claimed him for her own. She loved it.

Harry’s mouth opened and he looked at Y/N in shock. Holy fucking shit. Never in his life had sex been this hot, this naughty. She was fucking him, riding his damn cock when he was talking to his soon to be ex.

“God damn it—“ He hissed. It was hot and wet, warm around his cock and he was watching her bounce and the noises— he was in love.

“Harry! What the fuck! Are you cheating on me?” Caroline cried loudly. Y/N was giving him the best sex of his life and he was dying.

“S’not cheating— we broke up.” He panted, his hand moving up to grab at her tits. He felt like an asshole but— this was too good. Way too fucking good. He didn’t expect Y/N to grab the phone though, the screams and yelling still being heard through the phone.

“Mmm fuck— sorry honey, didn’t I tell you jealousy would get you no where?” Y/N panted, moving her hips at a quick pace. “I tried to be nice, but apparently I’m a bitch— oh fuck! Harry!” She whimpered, deciding she wouldn’t hang up until she did. Y/N knew it was bad, she knew she shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t help it, not when the girl had dug her own grave. Y/N put the call on speaker, throwing the phone to the side while she leaned down and pressed a hungry kiss to Harry’s lips. She kept her hips moving quickly, grinding down on him and feeling her walls clench from just how good it was. She liked having control, mostly because she could make it hit all the right places. “So good, isn’t it daddy? Tell her how good my cunt feels.” Y/N growled. She was quite the sex addict, loved to do crazy and wild shit. She loved the thrill of it all. It was due to being around the business for so long, watching businessmen drool over her and other women. It was all about claiming the men, who had the hottest wife and the best sex life. She wanted Harry to have the best and be the best.

“God— it’s so fucking good.” He knew it must hurt to hear because he never acted like this during sex with her. You could hear how wet she was and how good the sex actually was. He was thriving. He wasn’t fucking around. “Best fucking pussy. Jesus— keep riding me like that” he breathed, grabbing her waist and moving his legs so he could contribute, thrusting up into her pussy. That’s when Y/N started going crazy, the sensitive spots getting hit over and over again.

“Harry! Stop right now! What is wrong with you? Why would you do this?” Caroline shouted through the phone. He could hear and it only made him fuck harder into her, Y/N falling forwards slightly on to him. He held her back, continuing his thrusting up into her cunt.

“Never been this good, you’re so sexy. Fuck me.” He painted, feeling her clench hard around him. She was a crazy bitch and he loved it.

Y/N couldn’t stop smiling, practically growling and purring at the situation that was unfolding. It felt so fucking good, the thrill of having Caroline on the phone making all that more hot and taboo. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning louder, from fucking him harder. She wanted to show her what good sex sounded like.

“Hang up if you don’t like it! Or are you enjoying it, hmm? Bet you wanna fuck me too, don’t you, princess?” Y/N chuckled mischievously. She knew she was hot, knew she could get any guy or girl she wanted. “Want me to fuck you right in front of him? Bet I could make you scream for me too.” Y/N could tell even Harry was going wild at that thought. She was so horny, felt like she could go all day long. Her entire body was buzzing, fucking Harry like a wild rabbit. Her moans were erotic, whiny and full of pleasure. Y/N felt like she would explode right then and there, the coil in her stomach tightening till she was on the very edge.

In his eyes, Y/N was a temptress. A crazy, beautiful, plotting little slut, and Harry loved it. He couldn’t believe this was happening and how good it was to actually be doing this fucked up shit but Y/N was all for it. He felt a bit rabid himself, flipping them over so he had control again. His fucks were hard and fast and the sounds were erotic, Y/N letting out whiny little ‘Uh’s’ and ‘fuck me’s and ‘daddy!’ Over and over again. She was clinging to him in a different way than last night.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” He leaned down and muttered some more filth. “Getting off while my ex is on the phone, showing her who owns my cock now, hm? Being so filthy and dirty, I love it baby. My precious little slut, make a mess. Gonna fuck you every day.” He promised. He didn’t care if she could hear it, he wanted Y/N to know that he was going to put her pleasure on the forefront. “Better pussy, better mouth, better moans... the perfect woman.”

“Oh fuuuuuck!” Y/N whined as she came, she screamed so loud she was sure the entire hotel had heard her. The fact that Caroline still hadn’t hung up? That was the kicker, she wasn’t sure why the girl was doing this to herself, but it was all more exciting for Y/N as she made a mess all over Harry’s cock. She was shaking in pleasure, clawing down Harry’s back. She was positive he had never had sex like this before, Y/N would show him a whole new world in that respect. “Cum for me daddy, fill me up, fuck—” Y/N would gladly have his child if she wasn’t on birth control. Y/N bit at his neck, left a mark right on his collarbone that was a deep purple color. She didn’t want one on his neck, he had to be an appropriate business man. Once he officially got her father’s job, she’d be able to make him up all she wanted.

The bite triggered his orgasm, the sharp pain making him gasp and shake slightly as he grunted, filling her up quickly. He groaned, burying his face in her neck one she let go of his skin, panting. At the squawking on the phone, he hung it up and panted.

“Holy fucking shit.” He hissed. “That was so hot, baby.” He couldn’t get over it. It had gotten him off beyond his dreams to see Y/N take control and be a bitch to her. It was hot, it was new, and he loved it. “You’re unbelievable.” He peppered her in kisses, feeling them both coming down from their orgasms. “Good fucking morning, baby.” Is this how life with her would be? Exciting, hot morning sex? Kinky and taboo shit? He didn’t know she had that in her, that people liked that outside of online forums he went on.

“Good morning, daddy.” She cooed, pressing kisses to his lips and smiling against them. “Hopefully she won’t bother us again, hmm?” Y/N smirked, “but if she wants me to fuck her too, then I guess I will.” She hummed, pushing Harry’s hair back. They were all sweaty now, hot and sticky from the sex. “Wanna take a shower? Can order some breakfast and chill out till your meeting.” She offered, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Want me to come with you?“ She wasn’t a stranger to going to business meetings, usually they were with her father but she could go with Harry too. “I don’t mind staying here, have some business to attend to anyway..” Y/N didn’t mind either way, she’d meet him out for dinner later anyway. Also had some sexy lingerie to wear as well.

“Hm... whichever you’d like. If you’re busy, it’s okay. I just... don’t really feel like letting you go.” He admitted. Harry was never clingy in past relationships. Touchy, sure. But he felt clingy and needy with Y/N in ways he hadn’t before. This truly was a whole new thing for him. “Let’s shower though.” He picked her up and heard her giggles as he held her to his body, walking to the luxury shower. She was only placed down once he got to the counter because he was sure her legs were still a bit wobbly. “I like being around you.” He looked past her and into the mirror, smirking when he saw the mark. “Ah. Marking your territory?” He chuckled as his finger poked gently at the darkening mark. She had made quite a pretty, dark mark and he was proud of it. When they weren’t in business he would be sure to show it off.

“I’d be happy to go with you, but I don’t want to distract you.” Y/N giggled, “but I’ll meet you for dinner after, yeah? Made reservations at this nice place.” She winked, feeling like that too could be fun. Y/N liked to keep things exciting in her relationships, the men she’d previously been with called her a whore for it. At the time she thought they meant it in a loving way, but they didn’t. “Yeah, of course.” She said with a small hum. “Broke up with her properly now, yeah? So... you’re mine.. but you’ve always been mine.” Y/N said as a matter of factly. She was like a lioness, she had stalked her prey and she had him in her clutches now. “We’re unstoppable, you know that?” She asked, wanting to see if he knew that. “Got the whole world under our fingertips... know you just met me, but I can give you the whole world and more. I want to give that to you.”

“I want to show you a lot. Show you how a real man treats a woman.” He knew Y/N hadn’t been treated right. She needed to be worshipped. To be given love and affection. Properly. “You deserve a lot more than you’ve gotten and I know that it may seem odd at first but I want you to be happy and feel confident and beautiful with me.” He didn’t want anything more than he wanted her to feel good. “I’m happy just to have you. The world is nice but having it means nothing without someone to share with. I know that now.” He felt good just sitting here with her as the shower warmed up. Kissing her soft mouth, he picked her up again and brought her into the shower as the mirrors got foggy. “You are a bit of a distraction, I can admit. Want to eat you alive.”

“You’re too sweet.” She told him and pressed another chaste kiss to his lips before he brought her into the shower. It was there that she got her hair all wet and let him do the same before going to shampoo his hair. “At least I know I am.” Y/N giggled, massaging his scalp a bit. “Can go to the meeting and I’ll stay back to do some work. Then I’ll send a car to come get you and bring you to the restaurant for dinner. I’ll meet you there.” Of course, she didn’t tell him that they’d be eating at the top of the Eiffel Tower, that was the surprise. Y/N was excited, she had a nice dress all sorted out. It was going to be incredible. “We’re going to have the most amazing time here, I just know it. Don’t ever want to go back. Just want to be here with you forever.” She sighed though she knew they really did have to go back. New York had its perks and if she was going to be there with him? She had no problem with that. “Can come around to mine when we get back, yeah? Can bring Oliver over and stay for a bit if you’d like? I have lots of space.”

“Yeah? I’d like to do that. He’s never left the apartment so he might do well with that.” He wondered. This was unreal. The fact they were discussing how to spend time together at home. It was real. “We can come back, I’m sure. I think we’ll have to go check up on investments. At least in the next 4 months.” He murmured, letting her wash the shampoo out of his hair. He liked providing for her, making her warm and soft and vulnerable around him. That was something he knew she would enjoy, the fact that he was tender with her heart. “I’d like you to come over to my place too. See it. It’s not big, but it’s cozy. I think there’s some things you’d like too.” He was hoping that she would like his home. It was something that he wanted her to like because it was his style.

She hummed, turning so he could return the favor and shampoo her hair. It was really nice to just care for and be taken care of. Normal people had this, small things like this. It meant the world to her and he didn’t even know. Just simple signs of affection that she’d missed on after all these years. He’d be able to provide for her.

“I’d love to come over. You live in Brooklyn, yeah?” Y/N remembered from when she sent over the guy with the suits. “I always imagined you living there anyway.” She smiled softly, humming as his fingers worked through her hair. “It’ll be nice to be home again though... cause this time I’ll have something to look forward to.” She really did mean it when she said that. Her life was full of events, meetings, and appointments. She never really got downtime to enjoy herself, she was always trying to impress and show off so she could get some attention. Now she had Harry. “I’m just really happy you’re finally mine...” She whispered.

“Baby...” He cooed, leaning down to kiss her. The truthfulness in her tone, the fact that she was honestly so eager to have him? She had wanted him for a while and now she had him and was happy about it. It made her happy, he made her happy! “I am. And you’re mine.” He smiled widely. “Gonna be good together, yeah? Gonna teach each other a lot and learn. I’ll make you feel like a princess.” Because she was. A precious princess. Not just because of the money but because she was a genuine soul. “You’re so lovely, Y/N. I can’t imagine being more proud to be someone’s. I’ve been unhappy and lonely for quite a while and now I feel.... full?” He admitted. “Happy. Like there isn’t this weight on my shoulders or a hole in my chest.”

“Been waiting a long time for someone to love up on... and you make it so easy, just want to give you everything all the time.” She really felt like she couldn’t do enough to express how she felt. “You deserve to feel happy and full, I’m glad I can do that for you... you certainly do that for me.” Y/N wasn’t sentimental often, but she felt like they needed to share this honest moment. “Can always come and talk to me about anything... literally, anytime. You have my heart.” That much was true. In the three weeks that she’s known him she’d seen the way he interacted with others, the way he so kindly and firmly denied her and didn’t make her feel like shit about it, the way her father respected him. Even talking to him about small things he liked, joking with him, it was all the little things that made her fall for him. Getting to fully express herself now with no boundaries? It made her happy.

“Me as well, darling. I know... well, it seems as though you don’t have a ton of people to open up to fully. And I want to be that person for you. Want you to always come to me with your feelings because I want to understand them. Understand you. Okay?” He questioned. “I just feel like there’s bits of you that haven’t been able to fully come out or be expressed and I want you to feel free and happy with me. Always. Want you to be yourself, feel at home with me.” He explained. Y/N needed someone to nurture her. “I won’t judge you. I made the mistake in the past to think I knew what type of man you wanted but I was wrong. I think I’m good for you. I think I can show you how it is to be truly appreciated and cared for. It’s something I think you’ll love.”

It warmed Y/N’s heart to hear, she’d been searching for it forever and now she finally had it. Y/N would certainly go on to tell him things that have happened to her in the past, help him understand why she is the way she is. Not all at once, she didn’t want to overwhelm him.

“There are definitely things I’ve never really had before, I’ve had my fair share of shit exes... I’ll come around to tell you about them but.. I know you’ll be good for me..I’ll love it...” Y/N hummed as she went to rinse her hair, taking the loofa and starting to lather him up. “It’ll be nice for you to learn about my world and vice versa... especially if you’re going to be a big part of the company.” Y/N would show him the ropes of the luxury lifestyle, lord knows it can be intimidating. She knew she could be a spoiled brat too, if it would be good for him to bring her down to earth.

Once they were out, they dried off and wrapped themselves up in robes and ordered breakfast which was more of a lunch now. They’d both have to get ready to leave soon. Harry pouted, not wanting to go. He wanted to spend more time with Y/N and he would— but he had to do this meeting first. He wasn’t worried about it but he was more worried about how long it would take.

“I don’t want to.” He murmured into her neck. He had changed into his suit and she was sitting on the kitchenette counter, feeding him strawberries and fixing his hair. He hid his face in her when she said he should probably head downstairs to get a car. “Feel like a clingy teenager but... we just decided to be together and now I’ve got to go see someone else? And try to focus on things that aren’t you?” He grumbled, not wanting to leave her touch. “Sounds like bullshit to me.” His huff seemed to make her laugh but he was being serious.

“Awe baby.” Y/N cooed, her hand gently petting at his hair. She really did feel a little tear in her heart because she also didn’t want him to leave but she knew she’d be reunited with him soon. “‘s okay, only a few hours till dinner yeah? You look so handsome too, gonna show off to everyone.” Y/N complimented, knowing she’d be very proud to have a man like Harry I’m her arm. “You’ll do great.” Y/N kissed him sweetly, “bye baby, text me when you’re done.” She cooed walking him out with one more lingering kiss before she went to get ready for her meeting. Y/N threw on some high waisted jeans and a button up and some light makeup, putting on sunglasses and sneakers and heading out the door. She was going to visit her fashion friends, they had wanted to see her to discuss fashion week plans and of course, they wanted to give her some things. Y/N was excited to get some things for Harry and of course, lingerie.

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The meeting was boring. He was easily able to sweet talk them, the clients being heavily impressed when he switched to French when they started speaking among themselves about how to get the best deal out of him. He had been a bit ruthless in it, and it was fun but... he missed Y/N.

‘Hi darling. This is very boring. I miss you xx’

He knew she would laugh at his text but it was true. He missed her terribly! It was odd to not have her slender hand on his arm or her warm laugh or be able to look over and see encouraging hazel eyes. He missed those a lot. It was also odd because he knew that this was a brand new feeling. A new emotion. How strongly she felt with him, how he wanted her around a lot now and was able to express it... it made him think a lot. He could be happy now, with her. and knowing he was basically guaranteed the job helped too.

Y/N was having loads of fun, unlike Harry. She had met up with her friends and had a nice laugh with them, looked over all the designs that they were starting for fashion week and got to pick out some pieces to take home. She might have gone overboard, but she didn’t really care. It was all for a good cause, Harry. Just as she thought of him her phone buzzed and she chuckled, shaking her head at the message.

‘I’m sorry baby ): I miss you too. I’ll see you soon though xx’

She would in fact see him soon. Y/N checked the time and realized she needed to rush home to get ready. Y/N threw the bags all over the living room, tons of them going everywhere but she had stuff to do. She had to shave her legs and moisturize, had to make sure her hair and makeup looked great, and of course the dress. She couldn’t forget about that. Luckily, she had finished right on time and got a text from Harry saying he was on his way to dinner right as she hopped in the car. Perfect.

Harry was in need of some Y/N time. Some TLC from her would be lovely. All he needed was her. The exhausting meeting had drained him a bit but the prospect of seeing Y/N and going for a romantic dinner, spending time just with his new lover? It revitalized him. A happy sigh left him as he got out of the car, but a bit confused considering he was right at the tower. Were they walking to the restaurant? A picnic? Either would be fine but he was confused until he felt a hand wrap around his arm.

“Baby.” He smiled, though it fell more to an awe inspiring look when he saw her. She was dressed in a gorgeous down— red and sparkly and a slit in the leg, clinging to curves he wanted to nibble on. Definitely not a picnic. “Fuck, you look incredible.” He murmured, placing his hands on her waist. “Wow. You really... look gorgeous. I love this.”

Y/N was nervously excited, getting out of the car and seeing all these people look at her as if she was a movie star. She was in her own right, but seeing Harry pull up looking all confused made her heart flutter. She really had missed him today and if that said anything about their relationship, it was that it would prosper. She was confident in them. When she saw his reaction, butterflies filled her stomach, a giggling coming from her.

“Thank you, baby.” She cooed, going to cup his cheek and place a sweet kiss to his lips. “Missed you.” She mumbled against them, hearing a phone click from beside them. Y/N pulled back and smiled, seeing a young girl taking photos of them.

“Sorry, you just look so beautiful, thought you’d like to keep this moment.” The girl said in french, causing Y/N to smile even wider. “Thank you so much... um here—“ She reached her hand out so she could send it to herself. Y/N thanked her again and went back to Harry, taking his hand and leading him to the elevator that would take them to the top.

“Wait— where are we going?” He asked, confused. He wasn’t angry or upset. No— he was confused but thankful for the little trip. Maybe they’d go up and see what was up there? He was a bit uncultured in the fact he didn’t know much about the tower besides that it was beautiful. What was in there, he didn’t know. All he knew was that there was a viewing deck or something. Y/N looked like the kitten who got the cream, watching her pull him into the elevator as his brows furrowed. What the hell was this pretty little thing up to? That’s what he was curious about. “Are we going up for the view before we go to eat?” He asked. Instead he was shut up with a kiss once the elevator door closed, making him hum. A thankful and necessary thing, because he had missed her mouth all day. “Mm. Well... hello there.” He laughed when he felt her pull apart.

It was cute really, how he didn’t know there was a restaurant up there. Y/N really felt her stomach go when they were kissing in the elevator though, feeling like this was probably the most romantic thing she could ever pull off. Her heart was going crazy.

“Hi.” She giggled, feeling the elevator come to a stop. “We’re here.” Y/N stepped out, being greeted by the host who already recognized her. She was more so focused on the look on Harry’s face once he realized where they actually were. The host led them to a table that was right by the window, looking out at all of Paris. What he didn’t know was that the restaurant was also an observation deck, meaning it slowly spun around. Y/N took a seat, still smirking at how shocked Harry had looked.

“Taadaaa!” She giggled, feeling very proud of herself for being able to pull this off. “Pour toi mon amour” For you, my darling. She said, her heart fluttering as she reached out for his hand from across the table.

He raised a brow. He didn’t know there was a place up here to eat. It must be a huge money maker and absolutely not cheap— wow. He was so confused on how he had ended up here in life but he couldn’t complain. Not now. He had the best woman and the best job.

“C'est beau. Je ne savais pas où se trouvait un restaurant ici, mon amour.” It is beautiful. I didn’t know where a restaurant was up here, my love. He spoke back in perfect French. The shock on her face was comical. She didn’t know he spoke French and to be honest, it had been a bit entertaining to leave her in the dark about it. He loved how she was finally taken aback at something he did.

“What?” He smirked. “You aren’t the only one who knows French. You just assume.” He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed at it a few times. “I appreciate it though, Y/N. You are my blessing.”

“So... you heard what I said yesterday then?” She asked, raising a brow at him. She did in fact call him her boyfriend to a friend yesterday, not that it wasn’t true now. Nonetheless, she felt really happy to be able to do all of this for him. “I’m so glad you like it. Thought it’d be nice to surprise you, have a nice romantic dinner... originally I thought this would be what really got you, but you were a day early.” Y/N teased, allowing her leg to rub against his under the table. “There’s a set menu here, so you don’t really have to order anything. Just have to pick between steak, fish, or veg for your main. It’s delicious, all the food here.” She explained, knowing he’s probably never been to a Michelin Star restaurant before.

“Ah, okay. But yeah... I love it here. I couldn’t help it yesterday and I surely didn’t hear you complaining the rest of the night.” His smirk was very smug, and he knew she was rolling her eyes a bit but it was true! She hasn’t complained because it was good. What they both had wanted. “I heard. I wasn’t going to call you out in front of your friend and embarrass you, sweetheart. Besides... I liked how it sounded and I knew my own feelings, I knew I’d give in soon. I knew on the plane. So I let it be.” He explained. He loved how it sounded. “And you seemed to be proud to say I was your boyfriend so... it made me feel really nice. Solidified it for me.”

Y/N treated him unlike any other woman. With respect and care and she remembered things about him and treated him to things without wanting anything in return. Besides his affection, of course. She was calling to him for weeks and he finally gave in. Now they were on a date on top of the tower.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” Y/N smiled, “I was really proud of it. I am proud of it...” She spoke realizing they never really solidified it. They’d just said that they were each other’s but never really spoke about a label, maybe it was a given, but she just wanted to be sure. “So... you like it then? Me calling you my boyfriend?” She asked, eyes locked on his. “This is our official first date then, hmm?” She smirked, feeling like no one would be able to top this. A first date in France, at the top of the Eiffel tower? It couldn’t get any better. Y/N thanked the waiter for bringing over their first glass of wine and the cheese board. A starter.

“Oh, I forgot to mention. They give you a glass of wine with every course, they pair it best to the food.” She didn’t realize that some things he didn’t just know. It was a privilege check for her. “But, how was the meeting, baby? Boring?” Y/N asked, wanting to genuinely know about how it went.

“I did like it. Quite a bit. It was another thing that made me realize that if you wanted me like that, I should let you. And then you stayed a distance, naughty little thing.” He snickered. Y/N had tested him time and time again but the one time he had wanted her to, she hadn’t. It was definitely something. “I suppose this is the first one... what a date this is then.” He murmured, looking around again. His first date with Y/N at the top of the Eiffel Tower? It was appropriate though. “It’s fitting. You’re a princess, deserve the world. We definitely have come into each other’s lives in a whirlwind.” He didn’t regret a thing though. Not at all. “I’ve never been to a more boring meeting in my life. Perhaps it was because I was away from you but... they didn’t realize I spoke French, tried to talk about conning the prices a bit, so I spoke back to them and asked them if they’d rather discuss business in their language. Scared them. Got the deal down so we make more.” He shrugged. Harry was good at his job. His charm won people over very quickly.

Y/N felt really proud of her man, glad that she could properly call him her man now. He had once again proven himself to be an excellent employee and her father would be really happy to hear that he was doing so well.

“Good job, daddy.” She cooed, switching up the pet name on him because hearing him talk about work turned her on. It was weird. She was always attracted to ambitious people, mainly because she was one, but also because she had only ever known people who were like that. Her mom and dad, her exes, all her friends. Everyone was business savvy and of course having a partner who was the same felt good. “Think this will be good for you, it will definitely impress my father. Has he checked up on you yet?”

Her father was an intimidating man. He only really cared about money and his company. Y/N learned that the hard way when she was very young, he never came to her recitals or her parent teacher nights. She didn’t even get to go to her father daughter dance because he was away doing business in Dubai. The fact that he trusted Harry so much so quickly did hurt, but it made her feel good to know her father at least cared about her man.

“We are having a call tomorrow, to talk about the upcoming meeting on Wednesday.” He hummed. “Emailed me and asked if we could speak but I said we were going to dinner... in the email back he said that was lovely and to put it on the company card so.” He chuckled. It was no secret that her father wanted Y/N and Harry together. He often pushed him towards her, like this trip. Why, he wasn’t sure. Maybe he trusted Y/N with him? Or wanted her with someone in the company? Harry wasn’t positive on why or how but he was happy he didn’t have to deal with a cranky potential father in law.

He noticed she didn’t talk much about her parents or seemed to be indifferent about them. He had a feeling that she probably didn’t get the most attention from them growing up, seeing as how business oriented her father was, but he wasn’t sure.

“Really? Wow.” Y/N chuckled, not surprised at all but part of her hoped that she would be. “He really likes you...” She shook her head a little bit and took another piece of cheese into her mouth, sipping on her wine. She needed to get some of the edge off, she hated thinking about her father like this especially when she was with Harry. She knew he’d bring it up later, but right now they were just having a good time. “So, your family... do they still live in England?” Y/N asked curiously, wanting to know more about them. “Your mom and your sister?” She remembered him saying that a few days ago and wanted to again show him that she was listening. Y/N wanted to know all that she could about his childhood, it was probably much brighter than hers.

Maybe it would sound silly to him but she was jealous that he got to have a normal life. Y/N would have much rather grown up with a normal life and earned her wealth, but she couldn’t be too picky, she was grateful for what she had. It just hurt thinking about how fucked up her upbringing was.

“Yeah, my mum, step dad and sister.” He smiled widely. “They’re great. All still living there. Uh, my mum lives in Cheshire still but my sister moved out to London. She’s engaged now.” He loved them and missed them so much. It did take a toll sometimes. “I go back for Christmas this year. I’m happy to see them all and spend time back there. I miss her cats. M’gonna take Oliver to go and see them too.” He was obviously fond of his family. It was a big deal to him. He was a family man and wanted one of his own, sooner or later. “I grew up there and know all the cool places. I’ll take you one day.” He was being ambitious by saying that but he was hopeful that she would perhaps want to be around him for a long while.

“Awe, that’s so nice. You’ll definitely get a nice few weeks off over Christmas... the office sort of shuts down, the few weeks leading up to it are hell.” Y/N knew the stress her dad went through because he’d always take it out by yelling at her mom or her. “I’d love to go... I really love London, but I haven’t been to Cheshire.” Y/N said with a small smile, knowing she was essentially saying she’d be down to meet his family if that’s something he wanted to do with her. “What are their names?” Y/N asked, wanting to make sure she knew she whenever he talked to them and she was around she could properly say hello. Y/N was having a genuinely nice time with him, looking out the window and realizing exactly where they were. It made her get all giddy and emotional. Her exes would never do stuff like this with her. The last time she traveled with an ex things went horribly wrong, she even had scars to prove it.

“Anne is my mum, Gemma is my sister.” Harry was happy that she asked. That she genuinely cared about what he had to say and wanted to listen to him speak, even if it was about mundane things Like his family. “London is lovely. It’s where I thought I’d end up but things changed and I got to go to New York. It’s a good thing.” He wouldn’t have met Y/N otherwise. Or at least, not as soon. That was a sad thought. He was happy to have her now. “They’ll like you. When you act like you and don’t get bratty, of course.” He was teasing her, but also true. She wouldn’t act like that around his family though and he was fairly confident that they’d get along well. “You’re a strong woman, don’t take anyone’s shit. Just like them. They’ll be happy I ended up with someone like you.”

Anne and Gemma. Y/N would remember that. Seeing the smile on his face when he talked about them let her know just how important they were, she hoped that he would have the same smile on his face when talking about her to them. Whenever that time came around.

“They know you’re here then?” Y/N raised her brow a bit. “Wish I would have known, could have made a pitstop in London on the way back but... next time.” She would plan something for them for sure. If he was such a family man it must kill him to be away from them, surely if he was saving up, he couldn’t just drop money and see them whenever he wanted. She could help with that. Y/N felt herself light up when he said that they’d like her.

“Really?” She cooed, “awe... I hope so. I mean, you mean so much to me already. I really hope they do.” She wanted him to know that she cared what his family thought of her. Obviously being from the background she had made her a little nervous, she knew people judged her based on how she looked and acted, hopefully his family didn’t. She was hoping Harry wouldn’t ask about her family because it would really just be sad. She didn’t want to damper the mood of their meal with that.

He could tell her family was a sore spot so he didn’t ask. Instead he moved the conversation on to her favorite places to travel and how she liked to come here often because of her fashion friends. What she liked doing in her free time. They had jumped into a relationship a bit fast however he knew that this would work. His belly always told him to go for her and he had ignored that want for weeks until now, when he finally felt happy enough and excited enough to do it. Y/N was what the man had been hoping for in a romantic partner.

There were sparks even now. Just sitting and her leg tangled with his under the table. She looked beautiful and he knew that he wanted to really try for this. For them. See how it would work. Maybe it could be difficult because it was obvious she had been mistreated but... he wanted to help stitch up some of those wounds.

The dinner was lovely. Everything about it was wonderful. Harry had put the dinner on the company card as her father had insisted, a smile forming on her face as she watched him hand the credit card to the waiter. It must have felt nice for him to pay for a dinner like that, for the people who saw to know he had taken his girl out. Y/N wanted him to feel like that all the time with her. The drive back was lovely as well, both of them buzzing off of the wine, getting a little handsy.

“You smell so good...” Y/N muttered, planting kisses over his neck and loosening his tie. It was when they arrived at the hotel room that Y/N remembered the bags of clothing that were scattered all over the place when she left. “I have to warn you before we go in there... please don’t judge me.” She spoke, giving him wide innocent eyes. Y/N opened the door and stepped inside, turning on the lights and feeling her face flush when she saw Harry’s face. “You said you wouldn’t judge!!” Y/N whined, a pout coming onto her face. “I didn’t buy it!”

It looked like hundreds of shopping bags were on the floor. Names like Dior, Hermes, Balenciaga, Saint Laurent, Givenchy, all the designers were scattered in the living room area.

“Baby— what the hell?” He asked with wide eyes. “How on earth did you manage this? I wasn’t gone for that long.” He was shocked. All these designer things. “Wait— didn’t pay? How is it here then, did you steal it?” His face screwed up in question. “You’re so crazy, Y/N. Jesus. How did you cover this much in so little time?” It had to have been 4 hours tops if she left when he did. He was in awe of how much shopping this truly was. Was this her daily life? He hoped he got the job because then he would be able to foot this shopping bill. To inherit the company meant near billions.

“No! Oh my god!” Y/N couldn’t stop laughing when he asked her if she stole it. She shook her head, cupping his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was so cute, so endearing sometimes it hurt her little heart. “They’re gifts.” She started, “I’m a designer, I have designer friends.” Y/N giggled, “besides. They’re not all for me.” She went and picked out all the bags she knew for a fact were his, bringing them over to the little couch while she put all of hers on the other. She’d brought him a bunch of shoes, rings, sunglasses, shirts, pants, jackets— you name it. “If some of the rings or clothes don’t fit, just let me know, I can get them exchanged.”

In comparison, she had gotten more things for him than for herself. Especially when you factor in all the lingerie that she had. Y/N smirked to herself, turning around and biting her lip. He was too busy looking through stuff so she excused herself to go to the bathroom and change into one of the things she’d gotten.

“Jesus Christ.” He whispered as he looked at the amount of shit in front of him. Y/N had gotten stuff for him to? He wanted to feel guilty but she said it was free. She wasn’t a liar, and he wouldn’t put it past her to have these types of connections but it was crazy. How did life work like this? He had gone on a date at the Eiffel Tower and came back to designer clothes that his lover has gotten for free. How was he so lucky to live like this now? He was unsure but what he did know was that Y/N gave him a lot of emotions he didn’t normally have.

“Babe? Where did you go?” He called. She had ran off to the bedroom and he only looked through one bag before getting overwhelmed. There were tens of thousands of dollars of things in it. And he wasn’t exaggerating. A four thousand dollar sweater? two thousand dollar slippers? People spent their real money on it? It amazed him.

Y/N had slipped into a little yellow number, deciding she’d show off one of the pieces she got. It didn’t take long, she was able to strip out of her dress and pull the lingerie on, keeping on the heels for dramatic effect. She made her way back out to the living room, observing him as she leaned against the door frame.

“Find anything you like?” She spoke in a gentle unsuspecting tone. Y/N was just waiting for him to turn around. She was definitely pulling all the stops, each and everyday she just topped the other and she didn’t know how she could keep this up but she sure as hell would. Maybe it’s because she had been deprived of having someone who would appreciate these things that she was doing them all at once. Her exes would have simply expected her to wear stuff like this all the time and ask her to get on her knees.

“Yeah, a few things.” He murmured, turning to look at her. And when he did— fuck. God damn. Today was a dream, wasn’t it? It had to be. “I see something in particular now.” He leaned back against the couch, taking her in. Beautiful yellow lingerie, lacy, obviously expensive. And heels. He loved those heels. She looked like a woman. Long legs, curves, tits, lips. All of it. She was the most beautiful in the world and no one could convince him otherwise. “Why don’t you come closer so I can see, darling?” He murmured, gesturing her over with a finger. He wanted to have a good look at her and see what she had put on just for him. He was obviously appreciative, with his eyes eating her up. No one had ever dressed up like this for him and to be honest, it was one of the most arousing things. She had gotten this with him in mind?

Y/N wasn’t expecting anything crazy, they’d had incredible sex this morning so she wouldn’t be greedy. She had simply put on the outfit because well... she wanted to. She knew he would like it. Of course the look on his face and his darkening eyes made her heart flutter. He just knew exactly what to do and what to say. She’d never been so excited to please, to be around someone, it was so thrilling and new. Y/N walked over to him and did a little spin, making sure he took all of it in.

“Got a bunch of other stuff in the bags...” She spoke, deciding she’d wouldn’t give in and sit in his lap unless he pulled her there. “Got plenty more at home too..” Y/N hummed, “one in every color, you’ll see them all.” She had decided she’d make it a little game for the two of them. It could be like a collectible thing. Collect all the panties of the Rainbow.

“That's wonderful... I’ll be excited to see them all on you.” Harry smirked. Jesus. “But you expect me not to feel a certain type of way when you come out here, looking as sexy as sin... baby, you’re gravely mistaken.” He chuckled. Oh, his Y/N. He grabbed behind her thighs, pulling her to his lap. She squealed but he just laughed, shaking his head as he got her straddled on his lap. Properly. “There we are. S’where you belong.” He murmured, bringing a hand up to feel the lace. It was soft, not scratchy like he had felt on women before. Then again, Y/N was no normal woman. She was classy and a step above anything he had experienced before. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” He spoke clearly, fondness in his tone. “Genuinely can’t understand how you decided to want me.”

“You’re far too sweet to me...” Y/N smiled at his words, knowing that he genuinely meant that? She couldn’t fathom someone actually thinking so. Y/N’s hands moved to his chest, moving to unbutton his shirt so she could have her hands on his bare skin. Her cheeks were flushed, that familiar feeling of giddiness returning. “Think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met, in fact, I know so...” She hummed, loosening his tie. “From the moment I saw you.” Y/N was riding on cloud 9, she felt like she had her life together, had plans for once. Harry was perfect in her eyes, the perfect man, how could she ever want more? Y/N leaned forward to kiss him, keeping her hands firm against his chest. She could totally see herself falling in love with him. Very quickly actually, especially if he kept this up. When they got back to New York she hoped things stayed like this, hoped she could still see him all the time and be able to kiss him whenever she wanted.

This girl needed his attention. Y/N was special and not many men could handle her or what she meant but Harry had a good feeling that he could. That her emotions could be the thing to even him out. They would be learning from each other. Kissing her felt like a familiar to him now. Perfectly timed and made his body wake up. She was giving him the most comfort in a single action and he was going to appreciate that.

“Mm... not nearly as sweet as you deserve, baby. I’m happy that you’re mine. I get to show you what you deserve and give you the affection I know you need.” His hands rested on her hips, the warm skin burning his fingertips in the best way.

Y/N pulled back from him and rested her head on his shoulder, her nose pressed up against the soft skin of his neck. She sat there in his lap for a good while, just listening to him breathing and enjoying his company. Even this felt nice, just touching him and living in the moment. Time felt like it was slowed down with him.

“Harry... can I ask you something?” Y/N asked quietly, her fingers still tracing circles on his back. “When we go back to New York... will things be different?” She really wanted to know where he stood. “Between us...” They had gotten into this relationship pretty quickly, there were still a ton of loose ends. Caroline would definitely want to talk to him in person, her father would probably think he can control her and Harry more by using each other to plot against the other. Her mother would have some choice words about her being with someone of lower class. There were all these things they’d have to deal with and she didn’t think she was worth that hassle.

“I mean... yes. They will, because New York is home. But it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Or how I’ll treat you. You’re mine and that means I can take care of you.” He assured her. “Obstacles are normal in relationships. There will be curve balls but it’s only to strengthen us. You are going to lose me. I’m here for a long haul, okay?” He could tell she was worried. He was a little bit too but it was just normal nerves of a new relationship. “It’ll also change in good ways. You meeting Oliver, going out to meet each other’s friends. Sleepovers and more dates and getting to know one another better. You can visit me at work... it’ll be good.”

“Promise?”

She knew that what he was saying was true, she trusted him a whole lot, but she still worried. Y/N had previous relationships that all seemed perfect at the start but ended terribly, between the cheating and then saying she was too much to handle, she felt like she had a lot of making up to do. If things stayed like this she would be okay. If she could continue pulling out all the stops to make sure he was still interested, maybe this would work out well. She knew Harry was special, knew he was different and perfect and she didn’t want to let him go. She wouldn’t let anyone get in the way of that. Y/N pulled her head back out from his neck and cupped his cheek. She felt really grateful for him, truly. She didn’t want to over or under do it. Hopefully he wasn’t too overwhelmed.

“Thank you for being you..” Y/N spoke calmly, giving him a gentle smile. “Let’s get ready for bed yeah?”

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Y/N had gone out to get a surprise breakfast for them the next morning, kissing him awake and telling him that she was going to be about an hour. He took that time to shower and get dressed, and take the call from her father.

“Hello, Sir. Good morning.” He greeted as he picked up.

“Harry! My boy. How did last night go? How is my daughter?” He said it in a tone that had him furrowing his brows. He didn’t exactly like it because it was quite suggestive. Yes, he had made love to Y/N again, slow and tender and loving to ease her worries and his own. It had worked. But that wasn’t for her father's ears.

“She’s doing well. We are going to eat some breakfast soon. Then I’ll head off to the meeting. I’m not sure if she wants to tag along or see her fashion friends, but we’ll meet up again for dinner if that’s the case. How is business over there?” He figured it would be polite to ask

“Oh no,” Her father chuckled, “I’m sure she’s doing, well now, huh?” Her father was of course insinuating that he knew Harry had slept with his daughter. He knew how persistent she was and how badly she’d wanted Harry, so of course he knew that they’d already gotten down to it. “Good. Heard good news yesterday, and was very happy to hear it. Make sure you bring my little princess along to the meeting, they’ve got a wandering eye so... she’ll keep them focused.” He chuckled again, “could use a little eye candy, I’m sure.”

Her father had always been this way about Y/N. She wasn’t fit enough to inherit the company in his eyes, but she at least helped him get business deals. Ever since she was around 16, he’d bring her around. Maybe even before then. Y/N always thought it was because he was proud of her... just, not in that way. She still thought that was why she was allowed around the office.

“Business here is good. Buildings are coming along great down here, reckon I’ll have you come down here and help hire.” Harry really was becoming his right hand man. He really did trust him.

It made Harry feel ill. The fact that her father saw Y/N as someone to help sweeten a deal... of course she was worried about him really thinking she was beautiful without makeup. She was probably groomed to be a bit of eye candy for men. He wasn’t going to allow that to happen. He would go by himself and she would meet with fashion friends because he wasn’t going to use her like that. Not like everyone else did. Not on his watch.

“Ah, yes. I’ll help hire when I’m back.” He wouldn’t mind that. He didn’t like how Y/N was used as a bit of a prop though. It made him feel gross. Y/N was worth more than tits and ass for grody businessmen who were married for years to gawk at. “I’m sure it’ll go great. We won’t have any issues.”

“Perfect. Enjoy the rest of your trip.” Her father spoke, letting Harry go off and handle business. Truth be told, her father saw a lot of himself within Harry. He could see that over time he could grow to be an incredible CEO and he was so glad to have his hands on him. Harry has the ambition and the drive, the hunger that came with being from a lower class family. Harry was a provider and he knew that.

Y/N knew he had just gotten off the phone with her father, skipping into the living room and smiling to see the breakfast set up outside for them. She immediately went to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing one glossy lipped kiss to his lips. Y/N has stopped wearing as much makeup, letting her skin be the focal point and simply wearing some type of lip and eye makeup. Harry made her feel the most beautiful when she looked like that.

“Was that my dad?” She asked, going to adjust his suit. “Should try going without a tie, hmm? The little unbuttoned look...” Y/N went to go give it a try. “Can tie me up with this later...” she mumbled as she threw the tie to the side. She took a step back to look at his new look and nodded, “remind me to get you a Rolex.”

“Yeah... Just was filling me in on some stuff.” He murmured, letting her fuss with his clothes. He didn’t care. The one he wanted to look good for was Y/N anyways. “A Rolex? Baby... those are over ten grand, for a cheap one. No.” He chuckled. He was okay with her getting smaller gifts but the idea of her getting such an expensive gift made him nervous. He didn’t know how to equally reciprocate. “What are your plans for today, angel? Who are you seeing while I’m at the meeting?” They hadn’t solidified her coming with him so he was hoping she could have alternate plans. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to go— he did. But he refused to subject her to being a piece of eye candy for creeps.

Y/N rolled her eyes, deciding she’d just get one for him for Christmas or something special like a promotion. Maybe they could go to Amsterdam and he could pick one out himself? Her thoughts were cut short when she heard him start to ask about what she was doing while he was at the meeting.

“What do you mean, I thought I was going with you?” Y/N looked at him with her brows furrowed, confused because she really hadn’t had any solid plans for today. She was just going to go to the meeting with him and then to a nice, but more laid back restaurant. Y/N frowned before he even had the chance to say anything, knowing her father probably had something to do with this. “Did my father say something to you?” She asked and swallowed thickly, “or do you just not want me to go?” Y/N didn’t realize she was overreacting, she didn’t quite grasp the concept well. Abandonment wasn’t really her thing.

“No— no, baby.” Harry furrowed his brows and cupped her cheeks. He didn’t want her to think he didn’t want her to go! That wasn’t it at all. Of course he did, but he also didn’t know what to do when it came to this. He wanted her but he wanted her safe. “I just... I kept thinking about you last night. How pretty you looked. How incredible you felt. I was distracted half the morning thinking about it. It you’re next to me and I have to sit next to you and know you’re there and wearing such pretty panties, I’m gonna be off my game.” He explained. It wasn’t a lie, either. He would be very distracted thinking about her next to him. Also distracted, worried about her safety. That was a big one as well. “I want you to come but I know that I’ll have problems behaving.” He kissed her forehead, making sure she knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want her. “Okay, angel?”

“Okay, I understand... it is important.” Y/N softened once he explained his reasoning, deciding that that was a solid reason for her not to go with him. She moved her hands to his wrists, smoothing her thumbs over the skin. Y/N should have known that’s why he suggested it, she shouldn’t assume he didn’t want her around. Being insecure wasn’t attractive, many men had told her that. “I’ll um... I’ll see what I can do.” Y/N spoke, opening up her phone as she went to sit down for breakfast to find herself some plans. She didn’t want to bother her fashion friends again, so maybe she could do some pampering? Get a massage? She had just spent all this time getting ready though. She was glued to her phone trying to figure out plans, deciding that she’d go look for fabrics and other things she could use to make some designs. Maybe she’d go to a market and get some snacks for them later? Honestly, she had no idea what she was going to do, she hated not having plans.

“My baby...” He came up next to her and crouched down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you really wanted to come with me.” He frowned. Harry felt guilty that she was feeling sadness over it. He didn’t want her to feel as though she wasn’t wanted or anything. “I hope you know I wasn’t trying to make you upset.” He brought her hand to his face and peppered kisses on it. “I want to be around you all the time. Plus, I know of these clients. They’re a bit creepy when it comes to women and I’d be on edge for two reasons.” He had to add some more truth in there. “I want you to be around me always. I never want you to go away. Please don’t worry about that. Even when I was pushing you away, I wanted you closer.”

“No, no— it’s okay.” Y/N looked down at him, eyes wide and shook her head, “promise.” She really did understand where he was coming from. “I shouldn’t have assumed I was going, it’s okay.” She gave him a smile and nodded. This... this was all very new for Y/N. To have someone actually nice around. She didn’t want him to think she was upset with him or in general, she was a little upset but she’d get over it. She was just being a spoiled brat. Y/N let her hand cup his cheek, gently rubbing over the skin. “Really, it’s okay.” Y/N said and put her phone down. She’d figure it out once he was gone, she didn’t want him to see her all panicked like that just because she wasn’t going to a meeting with him. She must have looked absurd. “We’re going to a cool place later, they do all different kinds of cool drinks and stuff. I think you’ll like it.” Y/N smiled, knowing it would be much more of his speed. The two different sides of Y/N. Of course, she’d never been able to eat fast food, her mother absolutely refused. Something about processed food making her fat.

“Oh? I am very excited then. C’mere.” He put her phone down on the table and picked her up, ignoring her squeals and giggles and questions of what he was doing as he pressed her against the wall. “Want you happy.” He began to kiss over her face. Still, the guilt that her father had made her grow up with the sort attention she got... It made him feel gross. She wouldn’t be in that situation again. He cared too much. “My sweet girl...” he was making her feel his affection for her. “So good to me. Went out and got pretty underwear, let me see them. Then planning all these nice dates... so wonderful.” He spoke between tiny kisses to her skin. She deserved this type of loving. Someone to worship her back, the way she had him feeling.

“Harry! That tickles!” She giggled, feeling bits of his scruff scratch against her skin. It did feel really nice though, to have him kiss all over her face and say all those sweet things. He didn’t cower or run away when she had a little meltdown, he didn’t just drop it when she said she was okay. He wanted to make sure she was okay. It made that entire little meltdown go away. Y/N couldn’t shake the smile off her face, looking at him in awe as he stopped with the kisses and just looked at her. “Want the best for you.” She cooed, brushing loose strands of hair away from his face. “Treat me so nice. Best boyfriend ever..” Y/N was gushing, it’s only been a few days and he’s already proven to be better than the others.

He was always saying how he was shocked she chose him but she was more shocked that he stayed with her. That he wanted her even with how absolutely insane she could be. Y/N knew she was fucked up from her upbringing, but sometimes she lost sight of things.

“Good. I want to treat you the best.” He murmured. Y/N was going to learn soon that once he was committed— he was committed. Point blank. There was nothing she could do to make him leave, he doesn’t think. He wanted to be with her, so he would be. “Boyfriends are meant to treat you nice and give you all the love and attention you need.” He said. “Gonna keep you as long as you let me. Want you to see that you’re worth all this nice attention and that M’not Gonna run away from you.” He had a feeling that many people in her life didn’t listen when she was upset. “Meant what I said, by the way. About telling me how you feel. I always want to know. I like knowing where you are and where we stand. It’s better for us both in the long run.” He was pretty positive that Y/N was going to be pleasantly surprised at how dedicated he would be to her. He was a fixation person. Her, his work, Oliver, his family. He probably didn’t realize the weight of his words, how much it truly meant to her for him to say that he wanted to know how she felt all the time and that he wouldn’t run away. Y/N nodded, letting out a shaky breath when she realized she’d have to tell him everything sooner or later.

“I—I know I can overreact sometimes, I’ve been told...” She chuckled, looking away from him for a moment. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but it— I’m not used to talking about my feelings. It’s going to take time, but I’ll try to tell you what I can when I can, yeah?” She wouldn’t let Harry go, never. She needed him to help her, to bring all the good parts out and to teach her that that was okay. “I feel myself being a better version of myself whenever I’m around you, I—I want to get better, want to be the best, don’t want you to feel like I’m stressing you out with my feelings or anything—” She knew she was a lot to handle, anyone who met her knew that, but she was hopeful that Harry would stick around, he did just promise he would .

“Hey— no. Y/N... honey, you need to tell me things. It doesn’t matter. Being in a relationship, in my mind— it means you need to communicate. Need to tell me things. You won’t be stressing me out and I won’t get angry about your feelings.” He hated whoever made her feel like that. It wasn’t at all accurate. He wanted her to be happy and want to be honest and open. “You don’t have to tell me everything at once. I’d like to know things but it’s your journey, your stuff that you've gone through.” He sighed, frowning when she looked saddened by the thoughts. It hurt when she hurt. “I’m not like everyone else, okay? I’m not going to hurt you like that. I value you as a person. You’re very important to me in all aspects. Your mental health is just as vital as your physical and I want you to know that I care.” He kissed her bottom lip, trying to make her feel it through touch. “If you overreact, I’m going to assume it means something happened in the past you haven’t told me yet. But put some trust in me. Just a little. Okay?”

“Okay.” It’s hard for Y/N. She knew it would be, but he was right, she needed to put a little trust in him. “S—sometimes I don’t realize I’m doing it. It’s hard— but I’ll try, I promise. Anything for you.” Y/N told him with a smile, nuzzling her face into his neck as she hugged him. She really needed a hug. Y/N realized that he would probably be late for his meeting if he didn’t leave soon and as much as she wanted him to stay here with her she knew he had to go. “Baby, take something with you— you barely ate breakfast.” She spoke, realizing that they’d got so caught up in talking that he didn’t get a chance to eat. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” Y/N spoke softly, pressing another kiss to his lips. Her whole demeanor has changed, she was much gentler and softer, a little more vulnerable in this state but she knew she’d be okay. She’d take her makeup off and go get pampered in the spa downstairs. Some good quality stress relief.

“Bye, angel. I adore you.” He gave her one last kiss before he left. He couldn’t say he loved her yet but, that was close enough. It was concerning. He was starting to see someone had hurt her. Badly. He could see she had damage emotionally beforehand but now, he worried immensely. Who had messed with her? Made her upset like this? She second guessed it and jumped to the conclusion that he didn’t want her around and that made him so sad. He always wanted her around. It would be his mission to make her see he liked her around. When they went home, of course it would be a challenge. But he didn’t care. He wanted her to be happy, mentally healthy, and want to be taken care of. He could do that for her. He knew it.

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[part 4]

A/N: oof, that is all. - n + d

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