#teacher!harrystyles

[cinemastyles-blog]

So, You’re Mr.. Part 2

Summary: y/n goes about dealing with Harry and her newly arisen problem

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, teacher!harry, teacher x student, unprotected sex with teacher, oral (m), hair pulling, dirty talk, praising, slight angst, filth

Part 1

Master

MUSTACHE HARRY

“So You’re Mr..”

“Yes.” Harry cuts you off, “I am, Mr. Styles. The professor for this class.”

You’re shocked, “I, um..”

He chuckles slightly, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going to say anything to anyone.”

You nod, “I would hope.. I kinda need this class.”

“You really think I would do something like that to you?” He crosses his arms, “Besides, I genuinely like you, y/n. That would be me sabotaging myself, as well.”

“Wouldn’t you get fired?”

“Yeah most likely, but I’d also like to not lose you.”

You bite your lip and smile, “yeah, I know how you feel.”

He looks up at you from his desk, “So.. I have some work to finish up here but I can co-“

The door opens and two students walk in, “We have a question about the assignment.”

“I’ll text you.” You whisper quietly before grabbing your books off his desk.

“Hey, y/n.” The one says and gives you a smile. You turn to the guy and give a friendly smile, “Hey.”

You turn back around to walk away and you feel a hand on your shoulder, “Hey wait. I was wondering if you were free later on tonight.”

Your eyes glance over to Harry who quickly perks up.

You know he knows that he has nothing to worry about, but you understand because you guys are still new at this, too.

“Um, you know, I have a big test tomorrow, so I’m going to be studying all night.” You lie and pull your books closer to your chest.

“What test? Maybe I can he-“

“You know, I want to get out of here at some point.” Harry says to quickly change the subject, “I can’t help you if I don’t know you’re question.”

“Yeah, right. Hey I’ll catch you later.” The guy smiles at you and walks over to Harry. You can feel the hate radiating off of Harry’s stare as you leave the classroom.

You make your way out to your car and sit there in silence, processing the situation.

You fucked, and got called a slut by your professor.

A part of you is shocked with yourself, but the other part is proud and getting turned on by the thought.

You let that part take control and take out your phone, I’m so wet just thinking about you.

You bite your lip, waiting for a text back.

You better be naked and ready for me by the time I get there.

Your heart skips a beat and you smirk, Yes Mr. Styles.

You toss your phone into the passenger seat and drive home in silence.

——

As soon as you got home, you went straight to the bathroom and started the shower.

Steamed filled the small room as the water heated up. You stripped off your clothes and stepped in, letting out a sigh as the water washed over you.

Flashbacks from the night before hit you, making the place between your legs ache for him the more you think about it.

You didn’t know when he was coming. But you knew it was going to be another great night.

You washed up, using the best smelling soap you have. You shaved and exfoliated and pretty much made yourself as smooth and silky as you possibly could.

You turned the water off and opened the door, reaching for your towel so you can dry off.

You step out, wrapping one towel around your body and another one around your hair and flipping it up.

You walked out to your bedroom, grabbing your favorite lotion and lathering it all over your legs, arms and body.

You checked your phone.

Nothing.

You let out a sigh, frustrated that Harry hasn’t shown up yet. You walk back to the bathroom and let your hair down, blow drying and combing through it.

You grab your robe and put that on in place of your towel and walk to the living room, sitting down on your couch and flipping the tv on.

It feels like hours, but it was only a long 45 minutes later and you hear a knock on the door before it opens. You stand up and untie your robe, letting it fall to the floor.

“Hello, beautiful.”

You smile at Harry’s words, “Hi.”

He drops his bag, still in his suit from work, “On your knees.”

You nod and drop down to your knees as you watch him walk over to you, “I didn’t like what happened today.”

You’re confused until you remember he is talking about what happened after class with that jock, “I don’t like how he touched you. Spoke to you. None of it.”

Harry drops his jacket onto the couch and starts to unbutton his shirt.

“I don’t want him.” You look up at him, “I want you.”

He tilts his head and lays his fingers under your chin, his thumb rubs over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, “Do you?”

“I do.”

“Hmm.” He chuckles, “You’re just going to have to prove it to me.”

He undoes his belt, pushing his suit pants down after he undoes them, “Can you prove it to me, baby?” He sits down on the couch, leaning forward to cup your cheek.

You nod and kiss his palm, “I certainly can, Mr. Styles.”

He smirks, “Let’s get to it then.”

You move over and place yourself between his knees. You lean in to kiss down his stomach. You can feel his muscles tense under your soft touch. You slide a hand up his thigh and rub his hard cock through his thin boxers, “I only want one cock, and one cock only.”

He hums in approval and watches as you slip your fingers in between his skin and waist band. He lifts his hips as you pull the fabric down, allowing his cock to spring free.

“Is this the only cock you want?”

You wrap your hand around him and nod, “Oh fuck yes.” You lick your lips and lean in, pressing a kiss to the head of it. He lets out a sigh and tilts his head back, “I am in love with that mouth of yours, baby.”

You look up at him as you suck and run your tongue over the tip. He looks down at you, “You’re the only everything that I want.”

You moan at his words and take a deep breathe before sinking your head down onto him, taking him into your throat.

You gag on him which makes him moan, “Fuck, y/n. You take my cock into that throat so beautifully.”

You bring your head up and start to bob as you suck. He gasps and bucks his hips, “Shit. Shit.” He lays a hand on your head and fists your hair, “Just like that, oh yes.”

His head tilts back, eyes shut and lips parted as small moans and whimpers escape through them.

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, twisting your hand as you stroke him, sucking on the top half.

“F-fuck, baby.” He looks down at you and watches you, “Fucking hell, you’re go- fuck. Okay.” He stops you and chuckles slightly as he pants, “I wanna fuck that pussy before I cum.”

He smiles down at you and wipes your chin with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth. You wrap your lips around it and suck.

He blinks slowly and lets out a groan, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He takes his thumb out and pats his thighs, “Come here.”

You get up and sit on his lap. You look down at him as you feel the tip of his cock rub against your already soaked folds, “I need to feel you.” You push your hips down and Harry smirks, “I need you to tell me something first, love.”

“What?” You say with a slightly whiny tone.

He tilts his head, “Who’s pussy is this?”

You lean in, pressing your lips to his, “Yours.” You whisper against his lips, “It’s yours, Mr. Styles.”

He wraps and arm around your waist and nods, “Damn right it is.” He pushes his hips up, the head of his cock stretches your pussy and you moan.

“You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you sweetheart?” His fingers dig into your back as he moans, “Fuck, I love this pussy.”

You moan and push your hips down to meet his, “Fuck, fuck. You make me feel so good.”

He leans forward, kissing over your collar bone and biting more spots onto your neck, “You did a good job at hiding these ones from last night. I couldn’t even tell they were there today.”

You smirk and run a hand through his hair, “I know, I caught you looking a few times.”

He shrugs, “Can’t help it. It’s hard not to look at what’s mine.” He winks and pulls you in to kiss you. You move your hips up and down, grinding against him as you moan into his mouth.

Your tongues push together and he grips your hips with his other hand, “Hmm.”

“Who do you belong to?” He leans his head back, watching your face twitch with pleasure.

“You, Harry.” You moan and lean in to rest your forehead against his, “You.”

“Who’s my dirty little slut?” He slides his hands back to your ass and grips it, “My dirty little secret.”

“Me.. I am.” You throw your head back as your clench around him repeatedly, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cum on his cock, grinding your hips down onto him as you guide yourself through your high.

“So pretty when you cum.” He slides his hands up and massages your boobs, “I love these tits.” He leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth as his fingers twist and pull at the other one.

“Fuck, Harry.” You gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair, “Shit, yes.” You let out a long moan, slowly moving your hips.

“Gonna cum for me again?” He asks as he switches to give your other nipple the same attention.

“I’m so close.” You whimper and dig your nails into his upper back, dragging them down and across as you cum again.

You moan out his name over and over again, begging for him to fuck you, “Please, please. Fuck me.”

He brushes hair out of your face and leans up to kiss you, “alright.” He flips you so you’re laying flat on your back. He slips his cock back into your pussy and doesn’t waste another second.

He pushes your legs up and back, gripping your thighs like his life depends on it. He quickly thrusts his hips, slamming himself into you that cases you to scream out and arch your back.

You lay your hands on his, digging your fingertips into the top of them, “Fuck, fuck fuck.” Your eyes roll back and you toes curl as he brings on another leg shaking orgasm.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” He moans as you clench around him, “Fuck. Do you want me to cum inside of you again?”

You nod and moan, “Y-yes… please.”

“Fucking dirty girl.” He groans and tilts his head back, “this pussy is mine. Say it.”

You moan out in response and he takes a hand and wraps it around your neck, “Say it.”

“Y-yours. It’s.. yours.. baby. It’s yours.” Your eyes roll back as his grip tightens, “Fucking right it is.”

You feel his thrusts get sloppy and they slow down. He pushes his cock deep into you as it spews his cum all over your pulsating walls.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t ever want to stop doing this.” He lets go of your neck and slowly thrusts, pushing it in as deep as he can get it.

He gently sets your legs down and rubs your thighs, “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head and look at him with a smile, “Not at all.” He smiles and leans down, “Good.” He presses his lips gently against yours and lays a hand on your cheek.

He kisses your cheeks a few times before leaning up, “Care if I get a shower?”

You smirk, “Only if I can join you.”

He holds his hand out and leads you to the bathroom. He turns the water in and steps in when it’s warm enough. You follow behind him and watch as he lets the water run down over him.

“How can you teach when I’m in class and you know how I look naked?” You laugh slightly, “Because I know that it’s hard for me to focus when all I can think about it being with you.”

He runs his hands over his face and smirks, “Why do you think I sit at my desk so much?” He pulls you into him, “You get me going without even trying.”

You rest your head against his wet chest and sigh, “Can I ask a question?”

“Mhm.”

“Is all we’re doing.. just sex?”

He answers faster than you thought he would, “No.”

You look up at him, “No?”

He nods, “I know it’s frowned upon, but my mom always said that If you find something that makes you happy. Keep it close.”

“I make you happy?” You smile and tighten your arms around him.

He nods, “very much so. I know we just met, but I know you’re good for me.”

You nod, “I agree.”

He sighs, “The only downfall is that I have to internally burn with jealously when other guys talk to you. I can’t publicly claim what’s mine.”

“You don’t have to worry about anyone else. You’re the only person I will be naked and ready for.”

——

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[ifancyharry]

Routine - Bad Habit (3)

in which YN spends the night - officially - for the first time, but Harry's daughter isn't really happy about that; fluff; angst; smut; dad!harry

wc: 5.9k

can be read as a stand alone, but if you want to understand more read Bad Habit (1) and (2)

“Hi.” Harry greets her as soon as he opens the door, smiling the same smile YN has been in love with since she was 20 years old. 

“Hi.” She repeats his word as a form of greeting, and despite the shortness of it, nothing needs to be added, because the excitement they both transpire can be felt in the air between them. 

This would be the first time YN officially spent the night. Of course, she’d stayed over many times in the two months they had been dating, but never officially. She’d always leave before Aidi could find her tangled in Harry’s sheets, and it had been fine at first. She hated waking up early, but she’d do whatever she could to reassure Aidi’s well being.

YN doesn’t know why all of a sudden Harry was eager to invite her over. He told her he felt ready, and she had felt excited despite feeling the fear of how his daughter would react. 

Harry told her that he wouldn’t tell her right away, YN would just stay over and they’d see from there how it went. Of course, his nonchalance hadn’t gone unnoticed by YN, that on the other hand felt nervous about it all and would’ve much rather he told Aidi she would at least spend the night. But, she figured, she wasn’t a parent, and she couldn’t possibly know what was best for Aidi, so she had agreed to follow his plan with enthusiasm. 

“Everything okay?” He asks when he sees she hasn’t moved from her spot.

“Just a little bit nervous” she shrugs, tightening the grip around the handle of her duffle bag.

“I see I still have tha’ effect on yah?” He chuckles, opening his lips in a teasing smirk.

“Shut up! ‘S not because of you” 

“I know” he says, and his eyes soften at the sight of the girl in front of him, all shy and anxious about something that he thinks is so natural. “‘M just teasing. Everything’s gonna be okay” 

She sighs at his words and takes a step closer to him, “ugh, I know… just want it to be perfect”

“‘S already perfect with you here” he smiles, grabbing her upper arm and tugging her closer to him. He circles her back with his arm and squeezes her against his chest, holding her tight in a soothing embrace.

“You’re perfect” she sighs once again, inhaling the pleasing scent of his fabric softener lingering on his hoodie. 

YN still can’t believe he is hers.

“C’mon let’s go inside, yeah?” 

“Mmhmm” she nods against the fabric of his sweatshirt.

Once Harry closes the front door behind him, he takes YN’s duffle bag from her hands and tells her to follow him upstairs. 

“Where’s Aidi?” She asks.

“In her room” 

“Is she… does she know I’m here?” 

She watches as he nods his head, and she wonders for a moment if there’s something wrong going on. Is Aidi upset? Is it too soon? 

“Harry…” she whispers once they enter his room, “maybe it’s too soon. We should have-“ 

“YN.” He interrupts her, a serious look adorning his gentle features, “I told you already everything is fine.”

“Okay” she nods doubtfully, not really convinced by his words.

He tosses her bag on his bed and after he turns around to face her. He takes her hand in his and squeezes it to reassure her. He knows how she is. How much she worries, but that’s the very same reason why he’s so sure about this. He knows she cares about Aidi very much, and he thinks she’ll be good for his daughter, even if it takes her some time getting used to having another person around more. 

YN follows Harry out of his room, and, once they reach Aidi’s door, she watches as he gently knocks on it. 

“Aidi?” He asks, opening the door and peeking his head inside. “Hi bug” he says softly, and YN feels herself melt at the interaction. He’s so gentle, so sweet. He makes her feel warm, like the first spring sun shining on her skin after a cold winter.

He opens the door wider and YN spots Aidi laying on her bed, her ballerina bunny squeezed under her chin. She lights up as soon as she sees her dad, and she nods timidly when Harry asks her if she was asleep.

“I was really tired, daddy” she mumbles, knuckling at her eyes sleepily. 

“Tha’s okay” he reassures. “‘S almost time to eat dinner” 

YN watches from the door jamb, unsure on what to do. She doesn’t want to interfere in their moment, still feeling a bit unease at the situation.

“Do you want to say hi to YN?” Harry asks when Aidi gets up from the bed. 

She shakes her head no. “I already said at school”.

YN bites hard on her bottom lip. She knew it would be hard. 

Harry furrows his brows and looks at his daughter, confused by her behavior. She loves YN. She always talks about how nice she is and how she’s so happy she’s his friend so he doesn’t really know where this is coming from. He figures she’s just grumpy from being woken up. 

YN, on the other hand, thinks this is going to be harder than they thought. 

…

It’s a little bit later in the evening, and despite the abrupt start, things seem calmer now. Aidi had played with her dolls while she watched cartoons on the tv, and YN had helped Harry with setting the table for dinner. 

She thinks it’s nice. Settling into a routine and sharing it with them. She’s always been kind of alone, and she’s always thought of herself as more of a loner, but maybe she’s been wrong all along and this is where she was actually destined to be. 

“Aidi?” Harry calls from inside the kitchen.

YN smiles fondly once she sees Aidi walking towards them with a pep in her step, she seems fine, until Harry asks her what she wants to eat, because nothing seems of her liking. 

“Noooo daddy I don’ like that!” she protests when Harry shows her the package of pasta he intended on cooking.

“But you’ve always liked it! You looove when granny makes it for yah!” 

“Yeah” she gives him a firm nod, “but yeh’re not granny” 

YN has to refrain herself from laughing at them. She wonders if she’s like this everyday or she’s putting on a show just because she’s there. 

“Uggh fine, then. How about…” he looks through the cupboard to see what other thing he could cook, he picks up another package of pasta, shaped like butterflies this time, and holds it in front of her, but Aidi shakes her head disgusted once again.

He moves toward the fridge then, taking out some chicken and showing it to her, but “noooo” she protests. 

“Wha’s gotten into yah!” He sighs discouraged.

“I’m sorry” he mouths to YN, to which she replies with a knowing smile.

Harry opens the door to the freezer and YN spots a package of chicken nuggets inside, and she points to them trying to hide her gesture from Aidi, not sure whether she could eat that kind of food.

“She usually doesn’t like them” he shrugs, but when he takes out the package to show it to her, Aidi starts jumping excitedly in her place, “yes! Yes! Daddy want them, pleaseee”.

“But-“ he’s about to protest, but he feels it’s actually pointless to argue with a child, so he sighs and: “fine!”

“Make them crispyyy please daddy” she says seriously, but when YN erupts in an uncontrolled laughter, Aidi starts giggling too. 

Harry joins in on their laughter, but his is more of a disbelieving one, amazed by his daughter’s behavior.

Once dinner is ready, Harry, YN and Aidi all sit at the small table in the living room.

Harry fills his and YN’s glasses with the most prestigious red wine he had, and he serves first Aidi (the chicken nuggets with looots of ketchup), then YN (the special pasta his mother taught him to make and that’s the only fancy thing he knows how to make — but, honestly, YN was fine with everything. Even if it meant eating dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets).

The air around them is quiet, there’s a comfortable silence between them, and YN feels happy. Like she belongs. She looks at Aidi tenderly when she hears the quiet humming of what she recognizes is a cartoon’s theme song, and she watches as the little girl dips her nugget in what seems to be way too much ketchup for only a small piece, and when YN raises her glance from Aidi’s plate, she realizes Harry is looking at her with one of the softest looks on his face she’s ever seen. He smiles sweetly at her, but, as opposed to how he used to always avert his gaze when they were still in college — embarrassed she’d catch on the crush he’d always had on her, he doesn’t look away. 

‘What?’ She mouths, worried she might have something on her face or that he wants to tell her something without his daughter hearing, but he just shakes his head.

‘Pretty’ he mouths back, and his eyes do that thing YN loves, they twinkle like the brightest of the lights, the warmest shade of green she’s ever seen, like the grass on a chilly spring day, the feeling of seeing a bit of color after months of whiteness. 

She bushes and looks down at her plate, still not used to his cheeky compliments. 

After dinner, Harry takes out of the fridge the ice cream YN had brought, and when he opens it, he smiles fondly when he realizes she picked Aidi’s favorite flavors: chocolate and strawberry. In the same bag, there’s another tub of ice cream, much smaller, and when he opens it, to his surprise, he sees his favorite flavor: mint chocolate chip. 

He knows now she remembers their ice cream runs after a long day of studying, but he’s genuinely surprised she would after so many years, and he thinks it feels nice. It’s nice having someone take care of you, even if it only means picking up your and your daughter’s favorite flavors of ice cream.

He comes back in the living room with the ice cream and three small bowls, and he places them on the table.

“Look what YN got you!” He smiles excitedly, hoping to spark some excitement in his daughter, since she’d been pretty quiet all throughout dinner. 

“Ice cream!” She lights up, but when Harry shows her the flavors, she makes a disgusted face and pushes the tub out of her face.

“I don’t like chocolate” 

YN, that had watched the encounter proudly, feels her face fall. She thoroughly remembers Aidi loves chocolate ice cream. She’d told her many times in class, and it was what she had asked that day Harry forgot to pick her up and YN had brought her to eat ice cream to distract her. Maybe she remembers wrong? She feels herself panic inside, because how could she have gotten it wrong! She’d been so careful while picking. 

“But ’s your favorite!” Harry stresses, his brows furrowing on his forehead. 

YN feels a little bit relieved at his words. At least she hadn’t gotten it wrong. 

“No, it’s not” she shakes her head, grimacing.

“I’m so sorry, YN. I don’t know wha’s gotten into her” he apologizes, sitting back down in his chair, his shoulder sagging, he feels undefeated. 

There’s no way Aidi doesn’t like chocolate ice cream, because he remembers she ate it two days before at his sister’s house, but he chooses not to tell YN that to not aggravate the situation more. He knows this is silly, because it’s just ice cream, but it’s then he realizes maybe everything isn’t okay and Aidi isn’t comfortable with having YN here.

He’s unsure on what to do, feeling conflicted about the situation. 

He knows he should put his daughter’s feelings before his, but he also cares about YN, and he doesn’t want to push her away. 

“Harry” he hears YN interrupt his train of thoughts, “maybe I remembered wrong. It’s no problem at all! Do you like mint chip?” She asks Aidi the last part, and her voice is soft.

Aidi nods, “’s daddy’s favorite” 

YN smiles at her and then throws a quick glance at Harry, “really? You both have great taste then! You share that with your daddy and I’ll eat the other one, okay?” 

“Okay” Aidi nods once again and leans forward on the table to pick up the tub of ice cream. She shows it to Harry to signal she wants it in the bowl, and he consents quietly. 

Harry — too — realizes this is going to be harder than he thought.

…

Harry feels bad. Tonight hasn’t been what he thought, at all. 

He had planned in his mind all the nice and fun things he wanted to do with both YN and Aidi, and maybe, he realizes just now, he had been wrong to assume Aidi wanted to do that. He understands it’s always been them. Since she was born, it’s always been the two of them, tucked away safely in the walls of their home, and Harry understands how she could feel now that YN is here as well.

He just feels bad, because he’d like to do some of those things with YN too. He’d like to eat breakfast with them, he’d like to watch a movie and cuddle them both under his arms, he’d like to kiss both of them goodnight, he’d like to snuggle with them in his bed until it’s inevitably time to get up. But how can he? Aidi is little, and she doesn’t understand what it means to share. 

“What are you thinkin’ about?” He hears YN gently ask, and he shifts his gaze from the tv to her.

Aidi wanted to watch the new Little Mermaid movie (her favorite of the week), and she had demanded her daddy watched too. YN hadn’t minded, and she sat contently next to them, but only half an hour into the movie, Aidi had fallen asleep against Harry’s chest, his shirt crumbled between her little fingers as she held onto him, almost scared he’d leave her to sleep alone. 

Harry leans his head on the backrest of the couch, he then turns it and looks at YN fondly. She’s so pretty now, her hair frame her face perfectly, and the glasses on her nose make her face look softer. 

He shakes his head, wary of what she could say if he voiced his thoughts aloud, and when he sees her brows close in a furrow, he averts his gaze, his face facing the ceiling as he closes his eyes.

“Hey” she whispers, careful not to wake Aidi sleeping in his lap. When she realizes he isn’t opening his eyes, she raises her arm and rests it next to his face on the back of the couch. With delicate fingers she caresses the tender skin of his neck, below his ear, where she hears his pulse quicken. 

“Harry, hey” she repeats, hoping to gain his attention, but she may have been a little too loud, because Aidi stirs in his lap and opens her eyes slowly. 

“Hi, bug” he smiles down at her, his expression changing as soon as she woke up. “Let’s get yah to bed, yeah?” 

He stands up from the couch and props Aidi on his hip, caressing her back gently to lull her back to sleep. 

She falls asleep on his shoulder almost immediately, and YN raises on her feet quickly, placing a gentle and quiet kiss on her hair. Harry smiles at her and informs her he’d be putting Aidi to bed in her room. 

YN turns off the tv and picks up the throw blanket to fold it, when she’s done she puts it on the couch and makes her way upstairs towards Harry’s room.

She sits on his bed and she waits for him, her heart beating fast against her ribcage. She wonders if she should leave. Is that what Harry is so scared to tell her? She’s sure he realized too that Aidi wasn’t comfortable with YN staying over.

She hears the door close quietly and she looks up immediately. She can feel her heart in her throat, convinced he wants to send her away. 

Maybe it’s too soon. 

Maybe he doesn’t want a relationship with someone his daughter doesn’t like. 

Whatever the reason will be, she’s sure this will be their final conversation. 

“Hi” he interrupts her train of thoughts.

“Hi”.

He walks towards her and stops in front of her, sitting between her open legs. 

“Harry -“ she starts saying, but he interrupts her quickly: “Baby, I’m so sorry”.

“What?” she asks confused, “why are you saying sorry?” 

“I thought… today was supposed to be different” he sighs. He raises both of his hands and cradles her face in his palms, caressing the skin of her cheeks with his thumbs. 

“I’m sorry” he repeats, “I wanted to make a nice dinner and maybe go for a walk, and… I don’t know, maybe watch a movie but…” 

“But we did!” YN chimes in, bringing her hands up to squeeze his wrists, “it was perfect”

“I know but… Aidi…” he says, shaking his head, panic lacing his voice.

“You don’t think she’s happy…”

“It’s not that… I’m just scared. I didn’t think it would be this difficult” he sighs. He feels guilty, and if there was any way he could have this conversation with her without hurting her, he would. But YN has also taught him to communicate his feelings, and he couldn’t just not tell her what was going on in his mind, how scared he is for his daughter and to cause her pain. 

“Oh Harry” she shakes her head against his hands, biting down on her bottom lip so hard she thinks she can taste the blood. “She’s just little, and not used to… all of this. I think you should talk to her.” 

“I don’t know how” he looks at her pleadingly. 

“Just say how you feel. Start from there. She’s the most wonderful kid I know, she will understand.” 

It’s when she says things like these that Harry remembers why he is so sure about YN. She loves him, and perhaps she loves his daughter more than she loves him. Her presence is crucial in both of their lives, and Aidi needs to know her. She needs to be around her, because Harry thinks there’s a part of how YN loves that only she could teach, and he wants Aidi to learn, he wants her to see her dad happy, and he wants her to understand that love is really all that matters.

He gives her a small smile, not big enough to show the dimples YN really loves, but enough for her heart to tighten in her chest.

“Everything’s going to be fine.” She whispers, before tilting her head upwards and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

He dips his head forward and deepens the kiss, sighing into her mouth. 

Despite the heavy weight on his chest, he’s really happy she’s here.

Her lips are soft against his, and he wants to drink her in, drown in her taste, like the sweetest summer fruit. 

Her hands make their way up his arms, her fingers dipping into the cotton of his shirt, and once she reaches his shoulders, she pushes him down against her. 

They both fall on the bed, and with the way she’s kissing him, YN hopes she can reassure him. She hopes he understands she’s here now, and he doesn’t have to do it alone. His tongue caresses hers, and his hands are everywhere on her body, holding onto her skin desperately. 

He settles between her legs, and pushes his hips forward when she bites his bottom lip, his erection pushing hard against her center where she needs him the most.

“Harry” she says as soon as he moves his head to kiss down her neck, “we shouldn’t. You’re upset” she breathes.

“Mmh” he whimpers against the skin of her neck, “please” he begs, “i need you. I need you so much.”

She tugs at his hear and he raises his head from her neck, the sight of him almost making YN cum on the spot.

As opposed to how he always is in bed, dark and dominant, he looks soft and pleading, his eyes big and veiled with lust, his lips wet with spit and a particular shade of red mixed with purple. 

“You’re the only one that can make me feel better” he whispers looking directly into her eyes.

“Okay” she nods, “okay”.

Harry buries his head back onto her neck and kisses the skin there gently. 

His hands travel down to her jeans and he quickly unbuttons them, tugging them down her legs and then throwing them on the floor.

His movements are frantic and eager, but everything about him is soft, from the way his hands caress the skin of her stomach to the way his fingers shift her panties to the side to expose her. He dips his thumb between her folds, rolling tight circles on her clit a couple times. She sighs heavily, and she has to refrain herself from moaning.

When he sees that she’s wet enough, he holds his weight with one arm and with the other he tugs his own jeans down, followed by his boxers right after. 

When his cock is finally freed from its restraint, he doesn’t waste a second before he slides it between her folds, coating it with her juices. She brings a hand to his cheek and tilts his head up so he can look into her eyes when he slips inside of her. 

“Oh” she whimpers, and he’s quick to swallow her sounds with his own mouth, sighing into her while his hips drill into her.

She feels warm against him, and he finally feels the comfort he’d been looking for. 

With gentle fingers he raises the fabric of her t-shirt and exposes more of her skin, his hand resting against her ribcage, under her side boob. With his thumb he pushes her bra up and finally frees her tits, his head dipping down to kiss all over the new exposed skin.

He takes her right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it lightly, soothing it right after with his tongue.

“Please” she moans quietly, arching her back and pushing her tits into is mouth. 

“Shh, baby” he giggles, leaving her boobs and going back to her mouth, “fuck” he whispers against her lips, “gonna make me cum already”

She clenches around him, flattered that she could make him reach his high so quickly.

“Baby I need you to cum” he says, and he brings a hand down between them, drawing tight circles on her clit. He knows she’s close by the way her walls clench around him, but he needs her to come before him, so he brings his mouth back on her nipple, the left one this time, and bites on it gently. 

With the stimulation on her clit and now on her nipple, YN knows it’s going to take her seconds to cum, and she brings a hand to clasp against her mouth when he gives a particularly harsh thrust that makes her come on the spot. She sees stars and all her body trembles as Harry keeps moving his hips with the pace that made her cum, never taking his hand off her clit. 

He parts from her nipple and when he sees her face beginning to contort in discomfort, he pulls his cock put of her and with a few tugs he comes against her stomach, his sticky liquid coming in spurts out of his slit.

“Fuck” he groans, giving another few thrusts against his hand.

When he’s done, he falls on the bed next to her, lifting his arm so she can squeezing in against his side. 

She rests her head on his chest, and she can hear his heart beating hard against his chest. She almost falls asleep right there, lulled by the sound of his heart beating loud for her, but: “thank you. I love you”, he whispers against her hair delivering a soft kiss against her hairline. 

She chuckles against the skin of his chest, placing a kiss there “i love you too”.

…

“I got more of that cream yeh like… the one made with wine” 

They’re both still in their towel, the bathroom foggy from the steam of the hot water. 

“Harry!!! Thank you!” She exclaims, “you didn’t have to” she beams at him, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as he shows the cream to her.

“I wanted to” he smiles, leaning down to kiss the side of her head.

This is what he has longed for all his life, always feeling like there was something missing from him. The comfortableness of sharing his routine with the person he loves the most.  

They stand side by side in front of the sink, their naked shoulders touching, and YN massages the cream onto her skin while Harry brushes his teeth.

When he’s done, YN hands him the cream and “want?” 

He nods, and, “you put it for me” he says, closing his eyes immediately and bringing his hand up to swat away a couple of curls from his forehead. 

YN grins widely and she sprinkles a little bit of cream on the palm of her fingers. She rubs them together to warm the cream, and then she raises on her tips to massage it onto Harry’s face.

She’s delicate in doing so, rubbing his cheeks gently and then under his eyes, his nose and all the way down to his chin. He looks serious but relaxed at the same time, and YN rubs at his temples a little to ease what could be left of the tension he felt before. 

He sighs dreamily and once she’s done, she rubs the remaining cream on his neck, and then she places a kiss on his lips, “all done”.

“Thank you baby” he smiles, leaning down to give her another kiss. And another. And another, until she’s giggling against his lips.

“Shh” he shushes her, placing another soft kiss against her lips.

“I’m so tired” YN says, knuckling at her eyes.

“Yeah… let’s go to bed, yeah?” 

Once they reach his room, they both slip into their pajamas and hurry to get to bed, the tiredness of the day catching up to the both of them. 

YN asks what side of the bed Harry sleeps on (the one near the door) and YN gets in beside him. She can smell the fabric softener of his cleaned sheets (that Harry had changed before they got in the shower), and she burrows herself more into the comforter, hiding her face under it.

“Where are yah!” He whispers, and when he hears her giggle, he raises the comforter over his head and joins her under the covers.

“Hi” he says once he’s face to face with her, the mint scent of his toothpaste tickling her nose. She looks extremely soft, her skin dewy from the cream and her eyes droopy with sleep. 

“Hi” she repeats, moving closer to him. She rests her head on the palm of her hand, and she looks up at him dreamily. Harry feels a little claustrophobic from the lack of oxygen and the heaviness of the comforter over their heads, but he has to admit it’s comforting, being with her like this. Close. 

“Thank you for giving me this” she whispers, shifting her gaze form one of his eyes to the other. 

She hopes he understands what she means, because YN doesn’t mean the cream, the dinner, or the sex. She means a family. A routine. Something to look forward to at the end of the day when she feels exhausted. She knows now as long as she has Harry and Aidi she will never feel alone, and she will never have to question herself, how she did all those years ago in college when she would wonder what was wrong with her that made her so unlovable. 

…

The next morning, Harry wakes up at around seven o’clock, too early for a Saturday morning, and he casts a glare towards YN that is sleeping soundly next to him.

When he realizes what time it is by looking at his phone, he understands something is missing. Aidi isn’t awake. 

She usually wakes him up at around half past six by jumping on his bed, and then falls asleep almost immediately on his chest, clutching her stuffed bunny protectively to her side. 

The possibility that she’s still asleep is very slim, and he decides to check on her, not without leaving a kiss on YN’s head before.

When he reaches Aidi’s room, he opens the door and frowns sadly at his daughter. She’s awake, lying on her bed still under the covers, talking quietly with her stuffed bunny.

“Hi bug” he whispers, “g’morning!” 

“Hi” she says in a small voice, but she doesn’t raise her gaze to look at him. He knows she’s still upset. 

“Why didn’t y’come wake me up?” 

When she shrugs, he walks towards her bed, and with his hand he gestures for her to scooch over a little so he can lay down next to her. 

He lays his head on her pillow and looks at her. She’s still sleepy, her eyes laced with sleep and her hair ruffled and curly. Her pajama top has shifted a little to expose the soft skin of her tummy, and Harry adjusts it to cover her. 

“Cinna” Harry addresses her stuffed bunny once he realizes Aidi doesn’t want to talk to him yet, “why’s Aidi sad?” 

Aidi pets the bunny’s ears and keeps her eyes forward, not looking at her dad. 

“Is it because YN is here?” He asks gently, whispering as if it was a secret between them.

Aidi wraps her small fingers around the bunny’s neck and makes it nod its head. Harry smiles sadly at her, his chest aching at the sight of his daughter hurting, and him being the cause of that pain.

His sudden reaction is to just reassure her and he wonders if YN would understand if he told her to wait a little before coming over again, but then he remembers what she told him: that Aidi is smart and she will understand if he talks about his feelings. He figures it’s worth a try.

So, “Come here, bug” he says, stretching out his arm so she can rest her head on his chest.

It takes a while to convince her but after a little bit she shifts and places her cheek on his chest, holding her bunny tight under her chin.

“My baby” he coos, petting the hair out of her face, “just because YN is here it doesn’t mean we can’t do what we always do!” 

He hears her sigh loudly through her nose and he understands she isn’t really convinced by his words.

“It doesn’t change the love I have for you” he says, but she’s little, and he tells her he loves her everyday, so it doesn’t do very much.

“YN is really nice” he tries, “and she’s my friend. She’s funny and she loves ice cream. And she gives great cuddles. Like… great. Way better than I do, because she’s warm and she smells nice, like candy”  

He hears her giggle at his words, so he keeps going, “and she makes me really happy” he coos.

“How much?” Aidi asks, her voice muffled from the cheek she has smushed against his shirt.

“Ooooh, like how much happy we are when granny comes over” 

Aidi hums and raises her head from his chest to look at her daddy. She looks a little less sad now, her lips open in a small smile.

“And she loooooves bunnies. She has like three stuffed bunnies,” he smiles, and Aidi looks down at the bunny clasped in her small hand.

“Really?” 

“Yeah… she actually asked me if you and Cinna’d like to meet ‘em?”

She nods her head eagerly, “maybe we could invite them over next time?” She asks doubtfully, almost shy, and Harry beams with pride upon seeing her reaction.

“‘f course bug!” He exclaims excitedly, circling her back with his arms and squeezing her against his chest. He tickles her back and she giggles uncontrollably, her laugh muffled from his shirt, “daddy stooop! Please daddy!” 

He joins in on her laugh and he stops tickling her, squeezing her hard against his chest one last time.

“Is miss YN still asleep?” Aidi asks.

“Dunno,” he says, “do yeh want t’check?” 

When she nods her head, he sits up on her bed and takes her in his arms, propping her on his hip and picking up her stuffed bunny.

They make their way towards Harry’s bedroom, and when they open the door, YN is still sound asleep under the duvet.

“She’s sleepin’” he whispers, and smiles when Aidi clasps her hand on his mouth, shushing him.

“Do yeh want t’sleep a little mo’?” 

“Like always?” She asks, looking at him with big eyes.

“Yeah” 

Aidi nods her head and points toward the bed with the hand that’s holding the bunny, “in here”.

“Okay” he nods amused.

He lays her down on the bed next to YN, tucking her under the covers, and then he scooches in next to them, shutting the small light on his bedside table.

“Harry?” He’s almost half asleep when he hears her small voice, and he opens his eyes tiredly to look at her.

“Everything’s okay?” YN asks, her voice laced with a bit of worry, that he’s quick to reassure. 

“Yes. She wanted to sleep a little bit more” 

“Okay.” She nods happily.

“Go back to sleep, darlin’. Everything’s perfect” he reassures, stretching a hand to caress her face.

He smiles fondly when she turns her head to kiss the skin of his wrist and then he lulls her back to sleep like he did with his daughter, petting her hair soothingly. 

YN falls asleep almost immediately, and Aidi, too, is sleeping peacefully between them.

Harry, despite the tiredness, stays awake a little longer to look at both of his girls trough the dark, sleeping next to him, his heart growing in his chest every second he spends looking at them, and he wonders what they’re dreaming about, these two girls that in different ways gave him a reason to love again. 

In the morning, he’ll be the last one to wake up, alone in his bed, and he’ll hear the laughter coming from the kitchen along with the sweet scent of pancakes and bacon. He will let Aidi tell him all about how YN really gives the best cuddles and smells of candy, and he will kiss YN tenderly on the head. Aidi will ask YN when she can meet her bunnies while she bites down on her Nutella pancake, and YN will say whenever her and Cinnabunny are ready. 

And Harry will finally feel at peace in his routine. No pieces missing.  

omg bad habit 3 is finally here 😭 i missed writing for them so much, they're all so cuteeeee ugh lmk if you liked it and if i should write more blurbs about them!!! love you all so much

[harrrystyles-writing]

Yes, Sir! —Capítulo 17

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo só tem o ponto de visto de Aurora | pode conter algum gatilho.

NotaAutora: Perdão a demora para atualizar a fic, prometo demorar menos da próxima vez.

— Olá, você deve ser a substituta de Jane, certo?— Ela abriu um sorriso.

— Sim, eu sou Aurora.— Me apresentei.

— Jura? Essa pequenininha aqui também se chama Aurora.

— Bem, nossas mamães tiveram um ótimo gosto.— Brinquei com a bebê e ela soltou uma risada fofa.

—Acho que ela gostou de você.

— Isso é bom.

— Eu sou a Violeta.— Estendeu a mão livre e eu a apertei. — Vamos, eu vou te mostrar o que precisa saber sobre essa coisinha linda aqui antes de sair.

— Claro.

— Não liga para bagunça, estamos de mudança, então tem caixas espalhadas para todo lado.

Ela não estava brincando, eram realmente muitas caixas e a casa estava praticamente vazia.

— Não se preocupe.—Deu um sorriso acolhedor.

— Aqui é a cozinha.— Ela apontou para meu lado direito. — Eu ainda não embalei nada nessa área, então está praticamente intacta! Se estiver com fome é só pegar algo, ao lado da geladeira tem uma planilha com tudo o que Aurora pode ou não pode comer.

— Certo.

— O banheiro é no fim do corredor e os quartos são lá em cima.

— Ok!

— Eu tenho outra filha, acho que Jane te disse, Isadora, 17 anos, ela não é de interagir muito ainda mais sabendo que vai se mudar, ela anda num humor péssimo, então é só dar uma olhadinha nela de vez em quando e dizer a hora de ir para cama e a hora de comer, o resto do tempo será dedicado somente para pequena Aurora.— Ela parecia ser uma mãe bem dedicada. — Tudo que você precisar já deixei anotado ao lado dos números de emergência, alguma dúvida?

—Acho que não.

— Tudo bem! Eu vou voltar no máximo meia-noite, eu e meu marido vamos a um jantar, ele chega hoje de viagem. — Suspirou fundo, entregando a pequena. — Mas acho que vai se sair bem e não hesite em me ligar se algo ocorrer, certo?

— Não se preocupe, se divirta com seu marido.

— Muito obrigada por vir hoje, eu estava mesmo precisando disto. — Ela deixou um beijinho no topo da cabeça da pequena em meu colo antes de subir para provavelmente se arrumar.

Meia hora depois, ouço barulho vindo da escada enquanto eu brincava no chão da sala com a garotinha. A mulher estava deslumbrante em um vestido preto colado, saltos e acessórios marcantes.

— Bom eu já vou indo. — Ela deixou mais um beijo em sua filha.

— Tchau! Senhora... — Me dei conta que não sabia o sobrenome dela.

— Styles! — concluiu.

Styles? Será que era um sobrenome tão comum assim?

— Boa sorte, senhora Styles.

O tempo pareceu voar enquanto brincamos, eu peguei meu telefone para ver a hora e já se passava um pouco mais de uma hora brincando com a pequena Aurora.

Chequei minhas mensagens e nenhuma era de Harry.

Ele me esqueceu?!

Era só um verão, não deviria afetar tanto nosso relacionamento assim.

Por que ele estava tão distante?

— Está com fome? — Questionei e a pequena concordou com a cabeça. — Mm! Vamos ver o que você pode comer. — A peguei nos braços e fui para a cozinha. Olhando a planilha detalhada de Violeta, estava escrito que ela havia deixado o jantar da Aurora pronto. — Ótimo! Sua mãe é incrível. — Brinquei tirando um sorrisinho fofo dela.

Coloquei-a na cadeirinha, abrindo a geladeira para pegar seu jantar, quando me deparo com Isadora brincando com a irmã.

— Oi! Eu sou Aurora.

Estendi minha mão, mas a garota não respondeu.

— Cadê a Jane?

— Não pode vir.

— Você é a namorada dela?

— Não, sou amiga da namorada dela.

Por que tantas perguntas?

— Tá! Eu vou pedir uma pizza, quer?

— Claro.

Ela deu um sorrisinho falso pegando o telefone para pedir, fiquei aliviada por não ter que fazer isso. Então, peguei a comida em minha mão e levei ao micro-ondas para esquentar. Assim que o aparelho apitou, Isadora já havia sumido da cozinha.

Ela me parecia mesmo um tanto antipática.

Só a vi novamente quando a pizza chegou, ela foi até que gentil em levar um prato para mim, eu havia acabado de colocar a Aurora dormindo em seu berço, ela era mesmo um doce de menina.

— E aí, animada com a mudança? — Tentei puxar assunto, mas sinto seu olhar confuso. — Sua mãe me contou.

— É claro que contou. — Revirou os olhos, mordendo mais um pedaço.

— Bem mudanças nem sempre parecem boas, mas logo se acostuma.

— Eu não tenho nenhum amigo lá, eu vou estar sozinha, numa cidade chata que eu não conheço. — Cerrou os olhos. — Como se acostuma com isso?

— Para onde você vai se mudar?

— Boston.

— Eu Moro em Boston! E te digo, ela não tem nada de chata e se você quiser, eu posso te mostrar os melhores lugares de lá.

— Você faria isso?

— Claro, por que não? Me empreste seu celular.— Ela me entregou o aparelho e digitei meu número de telefone. — Pode me ligar quando quiser sair para se divertir em Boston ou esquecer dos problemas.

— Obrigada. — Ela sorriu verdadeiramente pela primeira vez aquela noite.

Já se passava um pouco da meia-noite quando ouvi o barulho da porta da frente, eu estava ao lado do berço de Aurora lendo um livro que eu trouxe para passar o tempo, não demorou muito para que Violeta aparecesse na porta do quarto nos observando.

— Oi! — Sussurrou baixinho indo de encontro a filha. — Ela se comportou?

— Sim, ela é um anjinho de criança, você tem sorte.

— Muito obrigado. — Ela sorriu.

Não consegui deixar de notar que seu batom estava borrado e o cabelo um pouco bagunçado, a noite pareceu boa.

— Bem, eu já vou indo então.

— Claro, é aqui seu pagamento. — Ela tirou o dinheiro de sua bolsa me entregando. — Quer uma carona para casa? Está tarde!

— Não se preocupe, eu vou pedir um Uber.

— Tem certeza? Meu marido pode levar você.

— Não precisa. — Tentei me esquivar.

— Já passou de meia-noite, não acho muito seguro para você pegar um Uber esse horário, por favor aceite a carona, eu me culparia eternamente se algo acontecesse com você.

— Tudo bem. — Aceitei a derrota. — Espero lá embaixo então, muito obrigada.

— Eu que tenho que agradecer por vir de última hora. — Violeta me deu um pequeno abraço antes de eu descer.

Estava esperando o seu marido alguns minutos o que deu tempo de checar minha bolsa e perceber que meu celular não estava lá, o último lugar que me lembro de ter deixado era na cozinha, então vou sorrateiramente atrás do meu telefone e para minha sorte estava bem ao lado do microondas onde esquentei a comida de Aurora.

— Está Pronta? — A voz masculina soou no local me fazendo virar instantemente pelo susto.

E no instante que vi seu rosto pareceu que todos os seus pesadelos ganharam vida.

Os olhos verdes estavam perplexos tanto quanto os meus, ele ficou olhando por um longo tempo, antes de sair algo de seus lábios novamente.

— Aurora?!!

Eu não conseguia nem falar, o nó na minha garganta doía.

Porra era ele, ali bem na minha frente.

A porra do Harry Styles.

— Aurora o que faz aqui?

Por mais que quisesse gritar ou fazer qualquer coisa naquele momento eu paralisei.

— Aurora, me responde. — Assim que ele tocou meu braço eu tive certeza que aquilo era real, ele estava ali. — Como me achou?

— Achou?! Que porra você está fazendo aqui?! Eu não te achei, eu nem sabia que estaria aqui. — Tentei me manter calma. — Você é irmão da Violeta ou coisa assim? — Minha mente estava confusa, implorando para não ser o que parecia ser.

— Querido?! — Violeta surgiu atrás dele. — Aí está você, meu amor não esqueça de dar uma boa gorjeta, ok?

Querido?

Amor?

Não!

NÃO!!!

Não podia ser verdade.

A visão dos dois foram sumindo, suas vozes também, meu estomago doía, tudo foi começando a escurecer, eu não vi nada até eu estivesse no chão.

— Ei você está bem?— Os olhos verdes estavam vidrados em mim. — Ei!

— Eu... Sim. — Sussurrei ainda tentando abrir os olhos.

— Tem certeza? Precisa de um médico? — Violeta também estava ajoelhada me olhando, seus dedos acariciavam meus cabelos.

Nunca sentia tanta vergonha e nojo de mim mesma.

— Eu estou bem, sempre acontece isso, minha pressão cai as vezes.— Menti me levantando rapidamente.

Por que isso estava acontecendo comigo?

— Tem certeza? Você parece um pouco pálida.

— Sim, eu vou indo.

— Espere meu marido vai levá-la.

Àquilo doeu como um soco no estômago.

— Não precisa.

— Você acabou de desmaiar. — Violeta encheu um copo com água e me entregou. — Por favor querida, você foi tão boa para mim hoje o mínimo que posso fazer é isso, já que não quer ir ao médico, tem certeza que não quer sentar um pouco?

Por que ela tinha que ser tão boazinha.

— Eu estou bem, não se preocupe. — Dei um sorriso de canto pegando minha bolsa.

— H, ajude-a a chegar em casa, tá bem?

— Ok

H! Ela chamava ele de H.....

Minhas pernas fraquejaram novamente, tive que me segurar para ficar em pé.

Eu só queria sair dali, eu não podia mais olhar para ela sendo tão gentil comigo enquanto eu sabia que dormi com o marido dela, eu amava o marido dela.

Ela me guiou até a porta juntamente com Harry que abriu a porta do carro para mim antes de entrar no outro lado.

Ele ligou o carro, eu permaneci em silêncio, eram tantas perguntas que queria fazer a ele, mas eu não queria ouvir a verdade, porque não sei se poderia suportar ouvi-lo mentir mais uma vez para mim. E por mais que o silêncio estivesse me matando por dentro, eu estava feliz em morrer assim.

— Aurora. — Seus olhos encontraram os meus.

— Não.— Desviei o olhar.

— Aurora me deixe explicar.

— Eu não quero. — Eu encarava a janela. — E assim que estivermos longe o suficiente para que ela não veja o carro me deixe sair.

— Eu não posso deixar você sozinha essa hora na rua.

— Eu não posso ficar mais um minuto com você nesse carro.

— Aurora por favor.

— Já estamos longe, por favor me deixa sair?

— Não posso.

— Eu vou pular desse carro, me deixa sair. — Eu tentava abrir, mas estava trancada.

— Aurora, pare de ser estúpida, você vai se machucar.

Realmente eu era uma estúpida!

Tão estúpida por não ter percebido nada.

— ME DEIXE SAIR AGORA!— Comecei a gritar batendo em seu braço, até sentir o carro balançar e parar bruscamente.

— Aurora!— Ele gritou quando, sai rapidamente do carro.— Pelo amor de Deus espera por favor.

Eu estava com medo de ouvir o que ele tinha a dizer, porque por qualquer motivo que ele tentasse se justificar, isso não mudaria o fato de que tem uma família.

— Aurora, por favor, eu só quero conversar.

— Não há o que falar; Não quero mais ver você.

— Me deixa explicar, eu sinto muito, eu não queria que descobrisse assim.

— Assim como? Na porra da sua casa?! Com a sua família!! — As lágrimas queimavam a minha pele. — VOCÊ TEM UMA FAMÍLIA! UMA FAMÍLIA HARRY!

— Eu sei, sinto muito, mas é complicado.

— Complicado? — Ironicamente soltei uma risada. — É por isso que não respondia minhas mensagens? Eu disse que te amava, como você pôde fazer isso comigo!

— Me perdoe, por favor.

— Você tem sua família, precisa voltar para elas, eu não quero ver você nunca mais.

— Por favor. — Ele segurou em meu braço.

Eu não tinha forças para tirá-lo dali.

— Aurora, você é importante para mim, me deixe levá-la, me deixe explicar tudo. — Seus dedos tocaram minha testa acariciando meus cabelos. — Eu quero poder contar tudo para você.

— Devia ter feito isso antes. — Juntei toda força que eu pude para me afastar dele. — Adeus Harry.

Eu sai correndo sem rumo, sem saber ao certo onde estava, mas eu não ousei olhar para trás, porque se ele me alcançasse, eu não tenho certeza se seria forte o suficiente para rejeitá-lo mais uma vez.

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Helping hand

Request: hii, I’ve been obsessed with like teacher Harry but also gym Harry so could you combine the two? Teacher Harry who teaches P.E or is like the schools coach? And he coaches y/n? And he helps her without judging her and other stuff happens maybe?? Thank you!!

A/N: thank you for the request lovely!! Although some of these teacher x student stories are sexual this one is not. This one is just sweet and cute and is pretty random? But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

“Y/l/n you’re late!”

Coach styles’ voice rang around the gym, students jogging around the sides of the large building “sorry coach!” You called dressed in shorts and a random T-shirt as you began jogging beside your friend “well guess I’ve pissed him off already huh” you murmured to her as she glanced at you smiling “he’s just in a mood… it’s alright” she assured with a soft laugh and you sighed nodding just hoping she was right. “Keep it up! Good job.” Coaches voice rang around again as a few students finished their fifth lap round the room. You watched multiple students soon come to stand in front of coach styles, including your friend, and you too walked over to coach who’s green eyes immediately looked at you “miss y/l/n why are you not continuing your laps?” For gods sake he was giving you a hard time “what?” You spoke confused “six laps around the room, y/n. You’re on your third. Three more to go.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes a silent groan bubbling up in your mouth before you took of running again, attempting to cut the corners off so you didn’t make a fool out of yourself “all the way round y/l/n!” You groaned ignoring him but nonetheless began jogging round the whole room— completing the corners too. You were certain your legs were about to fall off as finally you completed your sixth lap… you swore coach styles had eyes everywhere but you knew he was just passionate about teaching you the correct way to do things. “Good job y/n. Now we’re going to stretch ourselves then play a game of dodgeball.” Dodgeball? For fucks sake. He couldn’t be serious. “Coach we do dodgeball all the time can we not do something else?” You question getting a few looks of agreement and annoyance. Coach styles looked at you and raised his brows “well I was thinking about football but last time I checked you girls cannot kick a ball without tripping up and doing yourself damage.” He was not wrong. Not wrong whatsoever. Actually he was incredibly right— only last week had ten of the 18 students in the class he teaches were bed-bound due to a twisted swollen ankle. “Well some of us have coordination issues.” You stuck up for you and your friends, coach styles looking you in the eye “clearly.”

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God was coach styles getting on your fucking nerves. He was so frustrating. You watched him as he bowed his head running his fingers through his hair which was slightly damp with sweat from how much running about he had been doing to help you all. “Y/l/n this is all on you!” He called the other side of girls having eight remaining and only you remained on your side “coach I cannot do this by myself!!” You yelled out to him. “Yes you can.” Was all he said as a flurry of balls was suddenly chucked at you, you dodging them all miraculously and catching the last one— knocking them out instantly your team cheering coach styles smiling slightly from the side lines. “Good job! Keep it up!” He spoke to both you and the other team who were getting more and more aggressive due to you knocking several players out of the game until you were left with three players to knock out… great.

A shaky breath left your lips as you suddenly chucked a ball at one of the players the player dodging it perfectly. “Y/l/n hold the ball like this!” He showed you a technique and you did as he showed you, before tossing it at the player again getting closer to hitting them “yes! Just like that good job!” He eyed the other girls giving them advice here and there about to say something to you again, distracting you as suddenly and very abruptly a ball slammed straight into your face with such a force it knocked you down, a groan leaving your lips as you gripped your nose which was suddenly gushing with blood. A couple of gasps ran around— the girl who had hit you running to you “shit y/n I’m so sorry!” You only shook your head trying to cover how bad the bleed was “it’s okay..”

The blood was dripping down your lips and chin and onto your T-shirt coach styles quickly dismissing the other girls for next class before he hurried up to you with what looked like a towel scrunched up “here apply pressure.” He spoke crouching down beside you, you quickly using it against your nose which was already bruising “do you think it’s broken?” You asked him nervously removing the towel to show him, expecting him to grimace yet he kept a perfect poker face “it’s not that bad.” He comforted hand resting upon your shoulder “an ice pack and some medicine should hopefully keep it at bay.” He spoke reassuringly to you and you nodded accepting his help as he helped you stand up, hand grasping onto your elbow and hand to keep you steady as he stared at you “you good y/l/n?” He questioned, and you nodded not realising how much blood had escaped your nose but when you pulled the towel back and saw the amount of blood your stomach churned… oh you couldn’t stomach blood. Your breath hitched “y/l/n?” He voice went slightly fuzzy and you glanced at him seeing three of him, your brows furrowing in confusion as he soon asked you a question one you couldn’t hear— the towel dropping from your palm as your knees buckled beneath you as you fell face first into his chest… embarrassing, right?

“Woah? Hey… y/l/n? Jesus Christ…” he secured his grip on you staring down at your head as he tried to figure out what to do, until he heard footsteps seeing one of the girls from the team “hey Martha!” He yelled in the ginger girls direction watching her pick up her P.E kit “yes si- woah what happened to her?” “She fainted. Can you get the nurse for me? Now.” He watched the red head girl scurry off and he sighed peering down at you before he shook his head “you’ve really knocked yourself for six y/n… wouldn’t be surprised if next week you break your arm” he muttered playfully mainly, as if hoping you would crack a smile or roll your eyes— but you were fully unconscious.

The nurse checked you over and had eventually given Harry an ice pack to hold to your nose which was bruised but she said it wouldn’t swell hopefully… but she advised him to keep you off of the dodgeball and any other activity for a while which he agreed to knowing it was probably what was best for you.

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A while passed a few hours at most— Harry had given you some lunch and made you drink orange juice to get sugar into your system until eventually P.E was the next lesson again. Crazy right? But it was P.E first thing in the morning and P.E last lesson of the day… the college was weird to say the least. “Coach styles?” You knocked lightly on his office door, not dressed in your P.E clothes due to the fact your top was covered in blood “y/n.” He greeted with a smile “how are you feeling?” “Fine. Thank you. Uh do you think I could borrow a T-shirt? From lost property?” You questioned nervously watching coach styles nod as he stood up, “sure. Not that you’re going to use it… but-“ “why not?” You asked softly “I’ve been advised to keep you off dodgeball and any kind of sports and training until you’re feeling better.” He spoke calmly “but coach I’m” he only shook his head silencing you as you sighed softly watching him grab a T-shirt from somewhere before he gave it to you. You thanked him and quickly exited the room.

You got changed before headed to gym class where you sat down on the benches and just watched your friends play dodgeball. The T-shirt smelt of strong cologne— nice cologne… good cologne often made your stomach flutter with butterflies and you were certain it was just because you were a female… who knows? Certain colognes just knew how to drive people crazy. Coach styles made you keep an eye out for any foul play to keep you also in the game in some way or another before eventually the day was over but to your surprise coach styles stopped you “can I talk to you?”

You nodded and walked back with him into the gym area “I saw the way you position your body and it’s a reason why you can’t throw the ball far enough… here let me help you.” His hands rested upon your shoulders as he positioned you in a certain way, his head close to your shoulder so he was eye level with what you were looking at “then do whatever you’re more comfortable with— overarm or underarm and throw it.” You nodded preparing yourself to throw it but that’s when your stomach fluttered, the closeness making your senses tingle… that smell… the cologne… that was coach styles’ cologne… you were wearing coach styles’ T-shirt…— well. You blinked quickly shaking it off before throwing the ball “nearly- nearly. Try again.” He gave you another ball making you try over and over again until eventually you had been successful and he looked at you smiling “good job, y/n. That’s what I want to see when you play alright? When you’re feeling better of course.” You let out a small laugh and nodded “thank you coach” you murmured softly “Harry.” He said and you stared at him confused “what?” “When I’m not teaching call me Harry.” Your cheeks flushed red and you smiled glancing down “okay… thank you, Harry…. I’ll see you around..” you spoke smiling gently waving goodbye to him before you exited the gym feeling your cheeks heat up further a small smile remaining on your lips. Coach really was something else.

[stylesnews]

harris_reed: At 18 I found myself living in london creating ruffle blouses, corsets, fabric flowers and flares from my kitchen floor with the help of my friends eating late night McDonalds. My creations at the time were met with nothing but criticism for being “too feminine” or “costume”, teachers said I should focus on “menswear” or “womenswear”. l remember it really wasn’t until I started dressing for myself and who I was that it all clicked. @harrystyles was my first ever client who embraced the fun, fluid and expressive clothing I was creating. To be able to now be creating not only for my own brand, but for my dream brand @ninaricci, I’m beyond honoured. I give you Harry Styles on the Brits red carpet in Nina Ricci tailoring… a little sneak peek of what’s coming next month. @harry_lambert thank you for always being the light through all these adventures I can not wait for our Nina Runway debut!

[islesnucks]

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

Mat Barzal x Singer!Reader - Pt1 - Pt2 - Pt3

enews

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enews Singer Y/N Y/L/N and hockey player May Barzal seen hanging out last night, it seems after she finished her tour last week she went straight to New York where he plays. The pair haven’t made it official yet but they seemed pretty cozy with each other. What do we think? Couple or just friends?

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y/nmyqueen the way she looks at him, honestly same

islesterritory we didn't even had to do the anna kendrick thing this time

y/ndaily guess we'll have to learn about hockey now

y/nnation

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y/nnation Y/N was a surprice guest at Harry Style's conert last night. She played an acustic version of her song State of Grace, sounded beautifully. After it she said a "friend" had helped her learn it on the guitar, many speculate she's talking about Mat Barzal since they've been hanging out a lot and he plays guitar.

By the way she was smiling the whole song 🥰

Swipe left to see the videos some fans took.

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_y/l/n_ i was there!! she was so into the song really felt every lyric it was magical 💕💕💕

lovelyy/n if shes happy we're happy and she looks really happy

barzal97

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Apparently im a good teacher

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laurenrodycheberle showed this to J, he said 'the student has become the master' ... he said more things but they are not instagram appropiet

barzal97 oh i bet he did

titobeavu91 guess we’re not that close of friends because ive never gotten a guitar lesson

rpulock me neither al_rom26 me neither n_dobson me neither zeekerr me neither owahstrom97 me neither mattymarts17 me neither pagertrain me neither josty17 me neither barzal97 im blocking all of you

barzyy/n he's in a music studio?

y/nmyqueen yes!! and im almost sure thats the studio y/n records when shes in ny

y/ndaily

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y/ndaily Y/N was seen leaving the studio yesterday. She just finished her tour 3 months ago, but could it be new music already?

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y/n382 OMG SHE LIKED ITS SO HAPPENING

sparksfly its gonna be full of balands I can feel it

stateofy/n pun on the detective hats guys is that the studio the hockey player was in??

y/nmyqueen it is!!!!! i knew it looked familiar

yourusername

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Something’s cooking

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zendaya already my favorite album

owahlstrom97 need backing vocals?

n_dobson i can play a mean triangle yourusername ill keep you boys in mind

tmz_tv

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After months of rumors, secret outings and hints on their social medias Y/N and Mat have been caught smooching at the singers sound check before her appearance at tonight’s VMAs. Head to the link in our bio to read the full timeline of their love story.

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y/nn1fan this is a huge invasion of their privacy tho

spacestar true but also they look so cute

islanders27 way to go barzy!!!!!

nhlwags official wag now

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that's it for now, sorry it took so long!! already working on pt3, hope you liked it <3

[mr-styles]

harris_reed At 18 I found myself living in london creating ruffle blouses, corsets, fabric flowers and flares from my kitchen floor with the help of my friends eating late night McDonalds. My creations at the time were met with nothing but criticism for being “too feminine” or “costume”, teachers said I should focus on “menswear” or “womenswear”. l remember it really wasn’t until I started dressing for myself and who I was that it all clicked. @harrystyles was my first ever client who embraced the fun, fluid and expressive clothing I was creating. To be able to now be creating not only for my own brand, but for my dream brand @ninaricci, I’m beyond honoured. I give you Harry Styles on the Brits red carpet in Nina Ricci tailoring… a little sneak peek of what’s coming next month. @harry_lambert thank you for always being the light through all these adventures I can not wait for our Nina Runway debut!

[hlupdate]

harris_reed: At 18 I found myself living in london creating ruffle blouses, corsets, fabric flowers and flares from my kitchen floor with the help of my friends eating late night McDonalds. My creations at the time were met with nothing but criticism for being “too feminine” or “costume”, teachers said I should focus on “menswear” or “womenswear”. l remember it really wasn’t until I started dressing for myself and who I was that it all clicked. @harrystyles was my first ever client who embraced the fun, fluid and expressive clothing I was creating. To be able to now be creating not only for my own brand, but for my dream brand @ninaricci, I’m beyond honoured. I give you Harry Styles on the Brits red carpet in Nina Ricci tailoring… a little sneak peek of what’s coming next month. @harry_lambert thank you for always being the light through all these adventures I can not wait for our Nina Runway debut!

[ao3feed-larry]

You came with visit, I made it good [larry stylinson smut]

by KhaiDenver_28

There are a lot of curse words and detailed erotic scenes described in this story. If you're not mature enough, better not read. Not just because of vulgarity, but… there’s beauty in it in some way, you know? Personally, it made me cry. I don’t know. But, just, if you don’t appreciate something so intimate like intercourse, you’re not gonna understand it fully. But maybe it’s just me, and because it’s my story. But it's a very good and in my humble opinion, poetic written story. With lot of rich vocab and- yeah. Descriptions and digressions.

I finally decided to share it with the world. Will it get a good feedback? I don't care that much at this point, I just want some people to know that pornography can be showed different. That sex can be beautiful and meaningful. Not as just a quick intercourse or most of all sexual harassment or abuse.

Love you all! 💜

Also a warning about length of this one smut. It 23k words. This is a long way run so choose a right moment to read it cuz it's the best if you do it it all at once.

Words: 311, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Larry Stylinson, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Teacher-Student Relationship, larry - Freeform, harrystyles, louistomlinson - Freeform, larrysmut, Smut, explicitcontent, longsmut, storyplot, Oneshot, finishedstory, analsex, Fingering, handjob, harryis26(Iguess), 2018harry, 2013louis, yeah - Freeform, availableonwattpad, Long Shot, Long Introduction, solid dirtytalk, Lots of Descriptions, Sexual Tension, this is a GOOD STORY, louis'almost adult, he’s like 18 in 2 months, this is really long

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/eBt0KIq

[harryskalechips]

Too bad I’m attracted to you

A/n I know I said this was going to be up in two weeks but believe it or not, I’ve been so excited about this one. I’ve been writing it for three days and it is one of the biggest pieces I’ve worked on. Overall, some references such as places and the school system refer back to Canada because I am Canadian LOL. It’s easier to write about something you’re familiar with so in this case, we’re set in the true north.

word count: 6884 (I told you it’s very big 😉)

Please enjoy and give it a like or something, it means a lot xx

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Autumn 

Harry’s POV 

The school bell rings announcing that school was finally in session here at St. Clements High school. The year had just begun with the leaves breezing through the air and the sound of joyous laughter in the streets from children who had just begun school. 

It’s my fifth year teaching here at an all-girls school. During my first year, students and even teachers would constantly hit on me and I would like to say that stopped but it hasn’t. Many of the students may think I don’t hear them whispering or murmuring in the hallways but I do. I definitely do. 

I look up from my phone to see twelfth graders entering my classroom. I lock my iPhone and stand up in front of the board, observing the girls as they chose desks to sit near their friends. I offer a small smile to the girls who greet me and give a slight nod, waiting for the girls to be seated so I can start my introduction. 

“Good morning girls, I’m your English teacher Mr.Styles.” The girls wait silently as I see friends make eye contact with each other, probably communicating with their eyes. “This year, you girls will be graduating so throughout this course, we will be looking at three main ideas.” I roll up the sleeves of my black polo and grab a piece of chalk to write on the chalkboard. “Now, I’m sorry we’re jumping right into the ocean. I promise I will properly introduce myself and let you girls introduce yourself to each other, right after this.”

I face the board and write a list...

1. Format

2. Author’s choices

3. Clarification of ideas

I put the chalk down and rest my hands on my hips, facing the girls. “Okay, so I’m going to explain these points, if you would like too, you can write down what I say but I also have a syllabus for you girls that will be ready at the end of this week.” 

After 30 minutes of explaining the course, I lean on the front of my desk, finally looking at each of the students so I can remember what they look like when I learn their names. “Okay so let’s start the introduction.” I laugh a bit at the idea of introducing myself every year. “Should I start or would someone like to volunteer?” 

“I would!” A girl speaks up. She had natural ginger hair with slight freckles on her face. Just from the way she stood up, I knew she was the student in class who would participate the most. “Hello, I’m Cathy. A random fact about me is I love to watch Netflix. Say any show and I can guarantee I’ve watched it.” The class of 17 girls clapped enthusiastically, supporting one another.

After a couple more turns, and Jazzy was done stating her random fact about being obsessed with Nutella, a girl with light brown hair and pale skin stood up. She smiled sweetly and looked around the classroom before looking at me. I give her a slight nod to continue and she coughs in her sleeve before standing up straighter to continue. 

Now, I never looked at my students and debated whether they are pretty or not but for some reason, when this unfamiliar girl spoke I became way too interested in what she was saying than I have ever been with any students I have taught. 

“Hi um, my name is Adeline. A weird fact about me is I love to eat the chocolate part before eating a KitKat.” Her friends gasp while some called her out for eating the chocolate wrong but I laughed as I crossed my arms and watched her sit back down, shaking her head. 

As class came to a finish, I learned a few interesting facts about these seniors. I learned that a few hated English and loved math, some didn’t appreciate or care much about their education and some of these girls are really hard workers who want the best mark. Of course, I see these types of students every year but it’s nice to know which one these students are in my class so I can predict their course mark for the rest of the year. 

I wait for my next class and repeat my routine. This year I was teaching 12s, 10s, and 9s.

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Adeline’s POV

“Oh my god. Adel wasn't Mr. Styles so hot in class today? Did you see his back muscles contract when he wiped the board?” Mya leaned against the locker beside me while rolling her eyes in the back of her head. Mr. Styles is definitely going to be her crush this year. Last year, it was Mr.Belmonte and the year before that was Mr. Sanchez. “Don’t give me that look, Adel. If you don’t think Mr. Styles is hot then maybe you’re lesbian!”

“Mya as much as gay people are cooler than you, I’m sadly as straight as a raw spaghetti noodle.” I laugh it off and shut my locker as we walk together to Biology class. 

“He’s our first period for the rest of the year. He’s going to always start the day off. I’m really excited.”

“That’s nice to know. I mean I’m excited about his class too, I really love English I hope he isn't a hard marker.”

As I spoke to Mya, my best friend, I truly began to wonder how I can improve more in English and see if I wanted to pursue it in University. So a month into Mr. Styles's class, I decided to stay after to ask him a question. 

“Hi, Sir. I just have a quick question I was hoping you would be able to help me out with.”  I approach him as he has a pen cap in between his teeth as he marked our commentary assignment from a few days ago. He looks up at me and sits up while focusing all his attention on me. 

“Sure Addy, what’s up?” No one has ever called me addy before. I know it’s surprising but usually, all my friends called me by the nicknames Adel, laine, or what my parents call me, delly. 

“Well, I truly love English but I don’t know if I would want to major in it. I was wondering if you know any opportunities I can try during my free time so I can think about it. I really have a passion for teaching and English but how do I know what to expect?” He genuinely looked really interested as he watched the grade 10’s enter his class.

“You know I’ve seen your work Addy. You have real potential. I don’t know if you would like this idea but I would love to be your mentor and help you with this skill you want to pursue. I know when I was in University being a TA, truly led me to this passion of becoming a teacher.” I nod my head and clench my binders tighter to my chest because it felt weird talking to a teacher for too long.

“If you would like too. I’ve never done this before actually but would you like to be my own assistant? I can ask Mrs. Raisell to verify with her. I think you can help me with marking younger students’ work and work on the outline of my lessons. At the end of this, I can write you a reference letter and give you hours if you need it for a special program.”

“Wow sir, no yeah I would be really honoured. It would mean a lot if I got to work side by side with you.” He smiles and stands up, probably a signal that I should go to my next class because he’s about to teach his. 

“Obviously during your class or anything to do with that class, it will not have to do anything with what you do with me but yeah, I would love to go over things with you to see if this career path is right for you. Let me just start my class and maybe I can get back to you by the end of the week?”

“Perfect. Thank you, sir.” And with our final remarks, I left his class with the biggest smile on my face. 

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It’s been two months working with Mr. Styles after school. After Mrs.Raisell, my principal, accepted his idea, Mr. Styles and I began working alongside each other. Every Tuesday and Thursday, I would come back to his class after Calculus since it was the end of the day. His last period was a prep period which meant he had a period for himself to mark work and prep his lessons. When I come to his class, usually we focus on whatever he has left to mark. Some late nights, we would drown in a whole deep conversation about life when we get off topic about another conversation.  

“Mr.Styles, I have a few more papers to go through but I was going to uber some dinner, are you hungry?” I ask him as I sit at the desk in front of his very own. 

He looks up at me and stretches his arms. “You know, you’ve been helping me out a lot. How about I buy us some dinner? I know a really tasty Italian bistro a couple blocks from here.”

“Yeah, sure. Let me just text my mom so she knows I’m not at school anymore.” He nods his head and stands up, collecting my work and the papers he has on his desk. He shoves them into his side leather bag and waits for me by his door so he can lock it. 

He turns off the light and we walk together to his car. “Wow, nice car. I’m guessing you’re a bachelor?” He unlocks his car and smirks while putting his bag in the back. He takes my backpack as well and puts it behind the passenger seat. 

“Yeah, bachelor you’re very much correct.” He opens my door and gestures to me to sit inside so he can go to his side of the car and get in. 

“How are you still a bachelor?” I joke as I watch him shift the car into drive. We zoom out of the parking lot and with a few bumps from the speeding bumps, we’re on the main roads. He looks at me and laughs. 

“What do you mean? I’m 25.” He gazes at me while his elbow rests against his door and his hand is on the wheel. His other hand rests on the gear shift. 

“Well, no I just- I know it’s weird to say it but a lot of the girls in our school have a crush on you and not by students. I mean actual teachers. My history teacher was talking about how cute you were today.” His cheeks redden and his eyes widen just a tiny bit.

“Oh, Sandra. Yeah, I had a feeling she liked me. She would always make me coffee when I’m in the staffroom marking.”

“Woah.” I laugh. I can’t believe I’m having such a casual conversation with Mr. Styles. Especially since he’s my teacher. I guess it’s natural for us though since I’ve been with him for two months now. 

“So do your friends know you’re with me after school on some days?” He asks after he parks in the restaurant's lot.

“No actually.” We pause the conversation for a quick minute as we walk out the car together. He holds the door for me as we enter and the waitress directs us to a booth secluded in the corner. 

“How come?” He takes his jacket off and looks at the menu while I flip through the pages quickly, scanning everything on their menu. “My friends would think about weird scenarios of me working with you. I don’t know. I’m scared some of the girls in the class might become jealous about the opportunity you gave me.” He listens to me and watches me while I talk. 

“Oh wow. Yeah, I get why you didn’t tell them.” He closes his menu, probably knowing what he wants. “And to be honest, I’ve never done this before. I wouldn’t offer it to any student. I think after reading your work and your interest in the career. It would be nice to mentor you. Plus, as much as high schoolers are. I’m pretty sure nothing weird will come out of this. Mrs. Raisewell has been checking on us quite frequently to make sure no boundaries are crossed.”

“Yeah, I think that’s good. My parents were really happy you gave me this opportunity too. So once again, thank you.”

The next day went pretty smoothly during the first period. Ever since I started working with Mr. Styles, he would call me out during class in a teasing manner. For example, he would use me as an example when he was teaching us a lesson. He would also ask me to read out loud with the rest of the class. I never gave much thought to it since after school when we were together and I would always tease him too. Like a couple of days ago I called him out for eating things with his tongue out. I guess you can say he and I truly became closer than a regular teacher/student relationship.

“Addy, stay after class today. I need to talk to you.” He comes by my desk and tells me as the rest of the girls began getting ready for class.

The class went by very quickly in my mind as I kept thinking of what Mr. Styles had to talk to me about it. 

“Hey, sir.” I smile softly as I approach his desk. My eyes sparkled a bit as I checked him out briefly. He was wearing light brown khakis and a tight white long sleeve polo. He zooms out of the window he was looking at on his computer and focuses his attention on me. 

“Addy, hey.” He smiles at me and brushes his hand over his hair. “So, my friend from uni is a professor at Windsor university. I was wondering if you would like to come with me and go to the provincial writers’ gala. It’s basically this event where we listen to authors  and composers of different genres.”

“Yeah, I would love to go. Is there a specific dress code?”

“Yeah, it’s formal. Can you write down your address here, I can pick you up and drive you home. It's also in January.”

“How about I call you so I can give you my number and I can get yours too.”

After we exchanged numbers, I went on my way to my next class.

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Winter

It’s been five months working with Harry. Throughout these past couple of months, We began sharing more about ourselves. We were on first name bases. I was calling him by his first name when we were not in class and he was driving me home from our late nights. Mrs. Raisell was frequently checking upon us as she promised and everything was going well. 

My friends and I had a few fun memories over the winter break. We were at Rachel’s party and we all got drunk. I spent time with my family and my older sister finally brought home a puppy-like she always wanted to. I bought Harry a Nike sweater for Christmas since I remember him telling me a night while we worked that he wanted to invest more in casual wear. Harry, being very nice. He bought me his favourite book when he first started university which was Emma written by Jane Austen. 

Tonight was the gala. After many months of finding the perfect dress, I found it just a week ago. It was this pretty pink long dress that was off the shoulders and with a slit through the leg. As much as I wasn’t Harry’s date, I would be with him all night long. I didn’t want to look like an 18-year-old student of his but more of his actual friend who came out with him tonight. 

“Wow, Adeline.” He smiles at me as I leave my house and step out. He had a single red ombre rose in his hand for me. “You look very pretty tonight. I would think you’re trying to get yourself a boyfriend from the event.”

“I don’t think I’ll be looking for one tonight especially since I have my teacher beside me the whole night.” I tease.

“Hey.” He drags the word out and laughs. “I asked you to be my date so you’re right. No looking for boys tonight.” Oh, so I was his date. I took in his outfit he had his hair nicely gelled as he had just gotten a haircut and he was wearing a classic black suit.

As we made our way into the fancy venue, we sat at a table with people we did not know. There were many people here tonight with cameras everywhere. Throughout dinner, we made small talk with the others and by the time I knew it, we were facing the front of the stage listening to a composer who wrote a one-hit-wonder. I had my second glass of wine tonight, feeling the need to destress. Harry only had one and stopped there.

“Harry,” I whisper in his ear. We were sitting very closely together as we listened to the 4th speaker of the night. He kept an arm around my chair after fidgeting for the past couple of minutes. 

“Yes, Addy.”

“Can we walk out a bit, I’m just feeling really sleepy from listening to them talk.” He nods without another word and helps me stand up. We try to walk out of the hall without causing much attention. He leads me outside into the cold air and leans against the pillar. 

“You okay? I brought you out here, maybe the cold air can wake you up a bit.”

I smile at him because he looks so cute being concerned about me. “Thank you. I really appreciate you bringing me here tonight. I’ve just been exhausted hearing them talk for two hours.” He laughs and stands up straighter. He takes his suit jacket off and hangs it over my body. “Trust me, I was daydreaming in there.” I laugh at his thought. 

“Wow, my teacher daydreams while another one talks too? huh.” I grasp onto his shoulders as I feel myself almost about to fall. 

“Okay, I think it’s time for us to go home. What do you think?”

“No! I’m not drunk I promise.” I smile and pull on his arm to try and get him to stop us from walking to his car. “Please Harry. I really am enjoying this night with you.” 

“Okay fine but can we go inside my car and go somewhere else if we’re done with this event?” I nod my head and with his hand still in mine, he brings us into his car. 

We sat quietly in his car for a couple of minutes. Until he turned his head to look at me. I had my body facing him already as my head rested on the seat’s headrest. I was admiring how good he looks. 

“You tired?” He asks me gently as the warm air blows on my cheeks. “You have those cute lil red cheeks because of the cold weather. I should have told you to bring your jacket tonight.”

“It’s alright.” I smile. “Thank you for tonight. I know it’s weird having your student as your date but you truly made my night. People may think how weird we are because of how close we are but I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate everything you have done for me. You believe in me and only want the best for me.”  He smiles and mimics my exact position. 

“Adeline, I can definitely say out of all my years teaching. I have never gotten close to a student before like this. I don’t regret anything with you. First time I saw you, you were just a pretty girl and a smooth voice but now I know how funny you think you are, how passionate you are, and just how genuinely smart you can be.” and without another thought process in my mind, I kiss him because I’ve always wanted to. The moment I saw him in the halls last year, my heart truly did skip a beat and it hasn’t stopped since. He pulls away from me as quickly as my lips touch his. He looked into my eyes for a couple of seconds and I was about to apologize for being so rash except he pulled me in again with his hand on my cheeks. His lips were full and soft. His lips were on mine and they fit so perfectly that I had no other thought except the feeling of his soft palm on my face. We kissed for a couple of minutes and by the time I knew it, he was driving me home with his hand placed in my lap as I played with his rings. 

He stops in front of my house as all the lights are turned off, meaning my parents went to bed as did my sister. 

“Thank you, Harry. You know I had a great night.” He pulls his hand away from me and turns off the radio.

“Addy, about what happened in the parking lot. I’m sorry I kissed you. The moment was just very overwhelming.” He looks at the wheel in front of him. 

“I don’t regret it, Harry. Do you?” My heart beats fast, scared of the rejection that is seeping through his soft lovable lips.

“Yes. I promised you and I that I would not let us cross boundaries.” I look out into the deep night, seeing my street completely empty because it’s 1 in the morning. 

“We crossed boundaries the moment I started calling you by your first name, Harry. Why did you kiss me anyways? Maybe, it is inappropriate having your student as your date. Why did you ask me?” I feel so vulnerable after being rejected by him. I feel so embarrassed that the 18-year-old student he thought wouldn’t throw herself at him, actually did.

“Adeline.” He looks at me as I look away, getting ready to leave his car. 

“Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Styles but I think it’s my time I take a step back and focus on a different career since this one does not seem right for me.”  I leave his car without another word and run up my driveway, crying. All I wanted to do was hide in my sheets.

After this night, I didn’t go to Harry’s class for three days. The first day, I stayed home but the other two days, I came to school after the first period was over. 

“Addy, oh my God. Why aren’t you at homeroom anymore?” Mya spots me locking my locker. “Mr. Styles has been in such a bad mood ever since the beginning of this week. He yelled at us because we didn’t understand a layout he taught us not even 15 minutes prior.” I let my hair fall behind my uniform and carry my binders to my chest. Mya was frustrated, rolling her eyes at the thought of our English teacher. 

“I don’t know, I keep waking up late,” I answered very shortly. 

“I’m starting not to like him anymore. He’s been such an ass! As much as he’s really hot, I can’t deal with him.” We turn the corner and I spot Harry coming out of the English department office with papers in his hand. He looks at me quickly then keeps his head straight to continue walking back to his class. Ouch.

“Okay.” I murmur in response to Mya, after seeing him again. 

~

“Hi, Ms. Olsen, is it okay if I pull Adeline out of your class for a quick minute?” Mr. Styles appears at the door of my history class. Ms. Olsen smiles sweetly and agrees. All the girls in my class look at each other while I stand up from my seat and meet him outside the hallway. They probably thought I was in trouble for skipping his class for the past few days

“Yes, Mr. Styles?” I reply with a cold tone laced in my voice. He was wearing a grey collar t-shirt today with black slacks. 

“Have you been purposely avoiding me, Adeline.” He asks seriously as he whispers.

“No, It’s been a coincidence. I have not been feeling well and I’ve been waking up late.” Not true. 

“See me in my class after school like usual.” and with that, he opens my classroom door, gesturing me to go inside. As I walked past him, his scent clung to my nose and I have missed it. 

~

As I entered his classroom, his class was empty. He was resting against the classroom’s bookshelf reading over a book. I close the door and approach him, with my bag being held by only one of my shoulders. 

“Mr. Styles, You wanted to see me.” He puts his book back into a spot on his bookshelf, my eyes catching the book of his favourite that he gave me last Christmas. 

“Addy, you have to understand why I regret our kiss.”

“I do.”

“No you do not,” He moves to his desk and sits on it, he brings me closer to him so I stand almost in between his legs. “I love my job a lot. I’ve always been attracted to you the moment you stepped in my class but my aim was to never seduce you or take advantage of you.”

“I’m eighteen. I-”

“Baby, don’t talk while I’m speaking.” baby. He just called me baby. “ I know you’re eighteen but you’re still my student. I know the age gap is 7 years but that’s not the point. I wasn’t supposed to act on my feelings, all I ever wanted to do was help you. So, I just want to tell you, I’m sorry because of what happened and I’m sorry I’ve hurt you. You deserve a whole lot better than I because as much as you’ve interested me out of all the girls I’ve ever known, I can’t give you what you want.”

“I really like you, Harry.” I walk into him, trying to be comforted. 

“I really like you too, Addy. I haven’t been in a relationship for eight years but for some reason the more I got to know you, the more I wanted you to be my girlfriend.”

“Take me home please,” I whisper into the crook of his neck as he wraps his arms around me. “Take me to your home.”

I walk into one of my neighbourhoods near my school, where Harry would pick me up. I spotted his car just ahead of me so I ran and opened the door to the vehicle that I’ve grown so familiar with. The moment I’m inside, I place my hand on his jaw while he grasps onto my hip to kiss me. His kiss felt so more affectionate as his thumbs rubbed circles on my hips. He kisses down my neck and onto my collar bone, sure to leave a hickey while I pull onto his hair. 

“Okay Addy, let’s go home.” 

His home was a small townhouse 40 minutes from school. It was very beautiful though and very well decorated. His living room had bookshelves everywhere filled from top to bottom. 

“Would you like anything to drink?” 

“No, I’m okay. Can we watch a movie and cuddle though.” 

Spring

“Hey, how are you?” Harry smiles at me as I enter his classroom. It’s May now, so his windows are open so fresh air can breeze through the room. 

“I’m good, what about you?” I approach him and give him a quick peck on the cheek. “I bought you some cookies from the cafeteria.” He smiles at me and kisses me on the forehead as he hugs me. 

“Thanks, baby.”  He sets up our usual set when I help him with marking. Usually, we act professionally at school, maybe a little cuddling occasionally. We try to finish early though so we can make it to his house so we can spend actual time together. “Does it still hurt?” He rubs my leg.

 A couple of months ago, I had sex for the very time and it was with him. He was very gentle with me and I spent a whole night at his place. In the morning, we had sex over and over again until going somewhere a bit out of town for some breakfast. Last night though, we had it pretty rough that this morning, while I was walking to his desk during class to ask him about a literary device, he smirked at me while I tried not to limp in front of everyone. 

“Yeah, as you care.” I roll my eyes at him and take out my 5th red pen since October. 

“I do baby but it’s nice to know that you’ve physically been dick down by me huh.” He sits in his chair and opens the bag full of cookies and taking a bite.

“No one knows you’re dicking me down except for us.” I bite on my pen and laugh.

“I think that’s what makes it hotter.” He offers me a cookie but I shake my head. 

“I’m graduating soon,” I smirk. He nods and swallows what he’s chewing.”

“University of Toronto Addy, I’m happy you’re pursuing English.”

“Thanks, daddy.” I joke with him as he raises his eyebrow. “I’m sorry I know the rules.”

“Yeah, don’t try and make me fuck you right here on my desk.”

“But maybe you should.” I blurted out loud. “I mean I’m graduating soon and I want you too.” I bite my lip and put down my pen. Without a word, he takes the papers and put them on the desk Jazzy sits in near the front. He pulls me out of my chair and onto his desk. 

“You want me to bend you over in the class where you sit every morning, talking to your friends.” I nod my head. He pulls off my grey blazer that is part of my uniform and throws it on the floor. He walks over to the door and locks it. He goes to the window and shuts each of them tight and closing the blinds. He stands in front of me again and unties his tie, then rolling it up. “Guess, where I’m putting my tie today baby?” He holds onto my hips so he can rub his growing self on me.

“In my mouth?” He smirks and whispers in my ear, a quiet no. He unrolls it and wraps it around my head so I can’t see. His fingers slowly take off my panties and he rolls them into a ball with a small murmur of him saying open, which I do. He shoves them in my mouth and pushes me more onto the desk. He pulls my skirt down and unbuttons my white polo shirt. He takes it off leaving me bare. “Not wearing a bra, I see.” 

He places his mouth onto my wet center and I moan. He wraps his hands around my inner thighs spreading them open, as I grip onto his hair. He leaps his tongue on my clit a couple of times, sucking onto it making my hips press onto his face. His growing facial hair tickling me. He takes my hands and adjusts them behind my back as he uses his other hand to take off his pants and boxers. From the way, he started rubbing his dick on me, I could tell his pants were probably down to his knees. He makes me stand up and he turns me over, pressing my tits to his cold wooden desk. As I moan, he inserts himself into me very quickly as I cry because of how good it feels. The frustration and the lust running in my veins making my heart want to burst. He keeps his hand holding onto mine as his other one gathers my hair into a makeshift ponytail. He bends down and starts kissing me, whispering the dirtiest things that always get me going. 

“You like that you little slut?” “You feel me deep in there baby?” “You’re doing so well for me, I love how tight you are, always trying to make daddy feel good.” 

By the time I knew it, he comes in me and stays for a little while, trying to catch his breath. He unties his tie around me and the first thing I see when I open my eyes are his clear beautiful green eyes. He carries me on top of his desk after wiping me off and putting my blazer on me. He fixes himself up first then helps me get dressed. He then carries me to sit on his lap in his chair as we nap for a bit. 

I think I’m in love with him.

Summer

“Okay girls, You’ve done so well this semester. You’ve had your fun time at prom but next week you girls are graduating. Thank you for trying hard in my course, I really wish the best for each and one of you because I solely believe that women are our future.” He smiles as we come to our last class of the year. I truly am going to miss Harry as my teacher. Of course, I’m going to miss how he gave me special extensions on assignments and his extra help on my work but what I really am going to miss is his presence. I’ve seen him every day for the past 9 months. I also can’t ignore the fact I’m so in love with him. 

He makes eye contact with me and smiles wider. He makes a fish face at me for a second and I blush to return one back. He then proceeds with his conclusion of the course and what we can expect in university. This is the room where I fell in love with him and it will also be the room where I leave him as I set my pathway in University. Of course, I’ll still see him every day since the apartment my parents bought me is close to campus and his place but it’s different because we won’t be at school anymore. 

... 

The day arrived and here we are at my graduation. After the long ceremony, My friends and I all took our pictures. I took some pictures with Mya and her family and with my family as well. After Harry was done having pictures with girls from my English class, he approached me. He greeted my parents, which they responded enthusiastically, knowing he and I are very close. They always teased me about having a crush on my teacher, what they don’t know is that I’ve been dating him for 5 months. My sister knew though, I needed someone to cover me up.

 “Hello, Ms. Chastain. I was wondering if I could take a picture with my favourite student?” I roll my eyes and ask my sister, Marla to take a picture of us. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close as we smiled widely together. We also took some selfies on my phone with kisses to each other when we were more separated from the rest of the big crowd. “Will you come to my house tomorrow night, for your celebratory dinner?” I squint my nose and pretend to act all iffy. 

“I don’t know Mr. Styles. Don’t you think it’s weird that a student will come to your house for dinner?” He pulls my hair a bit and pokes my hip.

“Shut up.” He laughs as his eyes crinkle. “Come to my car with me.” I walk with him to his car and I lean a bit on his hood as I watch him take something out of his car. He pulls out a huge bouquet of red roses and a teal bag from tiffany and co. The parking lot was empty because either everyone was in the hall or have already left. He hands me the gifts and kisses me on the lips. “Congratulations my baby. I’m so proud of you. 

He helps me take out the necklace from the bag. It was this beautiful diamond on this thin chain that rested perfectly in between my collar bones. Underneath the pendant, the letter H&A was engraved. I kiss him one more time, knowing tomorrow will be the day I tell him that I love him. 

~

“Wow, I can definitely smell the storm you’re cooking up in here.” I smile as I enter his house. I was wearing a nice blouse and white jeans with his necklace. He was wearing his casual attire, that I’ve grown to see more often as he bought more while we were dating. He was wearing this I heart new york knit sweater and tight black jeans. 

“Just for you, Love.” He helps me sit at his dining table as he sits in front of me. The dinner went overall really well, as we spoke about his experience in University not long ago. By the time, we were finished we were cuddling on his couch watching the fireplace tonight. “Isn’t it crazy how I’ve known you since September and you were my student? I just never really thought I would go for a student.” I rub my foot against his leg and snuggle more into his chest. 

“I never thought I would date the hottest teacher at my school nor get dick downed by him.” He pokes my hip and I cuddle more into him trying to hide. “Harry, I have something to tell you.”

“Yes, my beautiful girlfriend. What would you like to tell me, Baby.” He combs my hair out of my face.

“I love you.” He stays silent for a bit as the crackling of the wood became louder in my ears, I was trying so hard to distract myself from hearing my heartbeat. 

“Thank you.” I sit up a bit to see his reaction. He didn’t seem pleased that I love him.

“Are you not happy?” I pout and sit up so we can talk. “I don’t expect you to say it back but you just don’t look like you want me to love you.”

“Baby, it’s not like that. I just-, I don’t know. You knew we weren’t going to last long. Why did you have to develop such strong feelings?”

“I’m sorry Harry, what? My fault?” I stand up, getting off his couch.

“No, it’s not your fault. I’m trying to say, do you really think we’re going to last while you’re in university? It’s difficult Addy, I don’t want to pressure you into this relationship that seriously yet.” 

“You didn’t have a problem bending me over in your class the other month ago.”

“Adeline. Listen to me. You’re my girlfriend and I feel deeply for you, a lot but I don’t want to take that step yet when you’re just about to enter University.”

“Harry, I can love you whenever I want to.”

“You don’t understand. You went to an all-girls school, now you’re going to a university filled with thousands of men. I’m not saying you’re going to cheat on me but that’s just another example of how different this environment is. What if you do start falling in love with another guy? You’re going to leave me and I’m just going to be heartbroken.  I just-, what you said to me means everything to me and I don’t think you’re really committed enough to say that to me right now.”

“Fuck you, Harry.” I grab my purse, getting ready to leave. 

“Addy, don’t leave we need to talk about this.” He holds onto my arm.

“No Harry, I’m not dealing with your bullshit. It’s not me who is not committed enough to say those words it’s you! You’re not committed enough to admit it. You can’t genuinely believe that you can fall in love with one of your students. Just fuck you, Harry. I’m leaving.” “Adeline.”

“I’m giving you five seconds to tell me why you can’t accept me saying I love you right now, Harry or else I am gone for good.” I cry as he watches me. As I begin to count down, his hands on my waist tighten. “5...4...3...2...1” and with that, I take his hands off me. “It’s not that I’m mad that you can’t love me or anything. I’m just disappointed in you because you’re the first man I have ever loved and you rejected the love that I offered you. I trusted you so much this past year and you threw my feelings back at me.”

“Don’t...leave me, Adeline.” He whispers as he grips onto his hair.

“I’m sorry.” As I walk out his door, I hear him smash things to the ground but he doubted if we were still going to be together next year, I guess he doesn’t...anymore.

[styhopaynlinsonv]

bridge over troubled water/ larry / - 3. why won't you love me? (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/dmIjiNo90T Harry to nastoletni chłopak chodzący do ostatniej klasy liceum. Louis wraca do miasta, żeby zająć się rodzinnym biznesem, dla przyjemności pracując dodatkowo jako nauczyciel muzyki. Ta dwójka będzie musiała zmierzyć się z nowym dla nich uczuciem, które nawet nie wiedząc kiedy pochłonie ich całkowicie. "Miłość nie wybiera, przychodzi do nas z zaskoczenia i pochłania wszystko to, co mamy. A ja położę się, jak most nad wzburzoną wodą."

[cinemastyles-blog]

Teacher’s Lounge

Summary: A Wattpad request by madxxstyles - “Could you do a teacher Harry and teacher y/n and they don't get along great but both secretly think the other one is hot and finally hookup?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, teacher!harry, teacher!y/n, teacherxteacher, slight name calling, slight angst, fingering, oral (f), almost getting caught, filth

Master

DUNKIRK HARRY

“Good morning, Mary.” You smile at the office lady. She smiles back, “Good morning, dear.”

You walk over to the stack of clip boards and flip through them. Your eyes move down to todays date and see Mr. Styles written in the spot, “I thought I had the auditorium today?”

You turn and look back at Mary. She looks confused, “You should.” She gets up and walks over, “I’m not sure what happened.” She looks over it and clicks her tongue, “I see.. Here..” She points, “You wrote it in for tomorrow.”

You take a deep breathe, closing your eyes to push down your anger so you don’t take it out on her, “I see, I see. I’ll go talk to him. I’ll see if he can switch me days.”

You give her a smile and set the clip board down, walking out of the office.

You knew Harry was going to give you a rough time, he usually does. Since the day you started, Harry has been that one teacher you avoided having any conflict with because it just explodes. He’s too arrogant and can’t admit that he’s wrong.

You know that it’s your own fault you wrote your name down on the wrong line, but a part of you hopes that he just has at least a sliver of compassion today and switches with you.

You reach the door to his classroom and look in. His class is empty right now. He’s just sitting at his desk writing stuff down on a piece of paper.

You know and he looks up, “Yeah?”

You open the door and walk in. He smirks and leans back into his chair, “Y/N. Good morning.”

“Morning Harry. Hey listen.”

“If this is about the auditorium, I can’t switch.”

“How did yo-“

“You wrote your name down on the wrong line and I heard you talking about it with Terri.”

You hold your hands up, “And you didn’t think to tell me that I wrote my name down on the wrong line?“

He chuckles and leans forward, “Maybe if you lose the attitude and ask me nicely, maybe we can share it for today.” He winks and you scoff, “Please. You couldn’t just do one nice thi-“

“Good morning, Mr. Styles. Good morning, Miss y/l/n.” One of the students says cutting you off.

“Good morning, Chelsea.” You smile and turn back to Harry who covers his lips to hide his smirk, “Offer still stands.”

You sigh, “Fine. We can share it for today.”

——

“Alright, guys. Settle down.” You stand in front of your class and take a deep breathe, “Today isn’t going exactly how I planned.”

“Is that why you and Mr. Styles we’re secretly talking this morning.” One of the girls laughs.

“We weren’t secretly talking.” You correct, “I just so happen to write my name on the wrong line and he got it for today and I asked him if we can share it.”

They whisper amongst themselves and you look up at the group of girls talking and they quickly stop talking.

“Anyway.” You grab your papers and start to hand them out, “We are doing a scavenger hunt.”

The class groans.

“Oh stop it.” You laugh, “We’re competing with the other classes for a great prize.”

“What’s the prize?”

“The principal said that who ever gathers the most things in the time that we’re given, will get to eat pizza out on the football field at lunch time and you’ll get to skip your last class of the day to stay outside.”

The group cheers and you smile and shake your head, “Okay. So the rules are, you don’t leave this room. When you find it, write down where it’s at and what ever you do. Do not tell Mr. Styles’ class where these items are.”

“You have one hour. On your marks. Get set. Go.”

They all get up and start looking around. You sit down and glance over your list, smiling at the one item.

The item is labeled as something gold with pearls.

It’s Harry’s necklace.

You’ve always thought Harry’s necklace was beautiful and found it wildly attractive that he wore it, but you’d never tell him that.

“What are you doing sitting back here all alone?”

Harry’s voice makes you jump and you flip the paper over, “Waiting for my class to complete their scavenger hunt. What are you doing?”

“I have someone coming in to talk to the kids.”

“And you couldn’t use your classroom for that?” You look up at him and tilt your head, “You really do like to complicate things don’t you.”

He smirks, “Wouldn’t be a good day if I didn’t trouble you somehow.” He winks and looks back at his kids that are sitting down in the chairs down towards the front rows.

Your eyes travel to the necklace that peaking out of his back button up.

He turns around and you quickly look away.

“Mm.” Harry hums, “I saw that.”

“Saw what?” You ask standing up.

“I saw you staring at me.”

“You’re delusional, Mr. Styles.” You smirk slightly and you can feel his eyes burning in the back of you as you walk away.

You look over your shoulder at him and he taps the railing before shaking his head. You look away and make your day down to the one group of kids who are arguing.

“Hey, hey. What’s going on here.”

“They said they found it first, but I found it first.”

“You all can mark it down. There’s no need to fuss, if we win, you all get the pizza, okay? You’re working together on this, so you all found it.”

They agree and you stand back up, looking over and seeing Harry watching you. He smiles and looks away.

You take a calming breathe, telling yourself that he’s an asshole, but in reality, you think he’s the hottest man to walk the earth so you can’t help but put up this defense when it comes to him because teacher on teacher is frowned upon in the school and you actually like your job.

——

Eventually it’s lunch time and you make your way to the teacher’s lounge. You don’t have a class at this time so you have an hour of free time to plan and do whatever it is you need to do.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

You close your eyes and rest your hands on the counter, “We work here, Harry.” You laugh slightly and shake your head, “What do you want?”

He doesn’t say anything for a little while and you turn around to look at him.

“Oh, you were talking to me.” He raises his eyebrows and smirks, “You’re easy to mess with, y/n.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You cross your arms and lean back against the counter.

“That, right there.” He point and sits down at the table, kicking his feet up on the chair in front of him, “You don’t like to have fun, you take everything so seriously.”

You roll your eyes, “I have fun. You should see my classroom. The kids love me.”

“I’m not talking about in the classroom, y/n. I know you’re a good teacher. I saw that again today with the kids who were arguing over that stupid scavenger hunt.”

“It’s not stupid.” You defend, “The kids love it, and so do I.”

“Yeah, is that why you put my necklace down on the list for them to find it?”

You freeze and slowly look up at him, speechless.

“Yeah, I know about that.” He sets his water bottle down and stands up, walking over to you.

“Do you like my necklace y/n?” He looks down at you and you look at the beads around his neck before looking up at him, “I do.”

He smirks and brushes hair from your face, “Why?”

You shrug, “I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.”

He wants you to tell him.

So you do.

“It’s hot. Very, very sexy.” You lick your lips, “I love it.”

“You don’t really hate me, do you y/n?” Harry lays a hand on your neck. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him touching you, “I don’t.”

“Do you like when I touch you?”

You nod, “I do.”

He brings his other hand between your legs, slipping it up your skirt, “You’re getting wet.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, “What do you expect?”

He chuckles, “Might just have to take care of that for ya.” He moves your panties to the side, sliding two or his fingers inside of you.

You gasp and bite down on to your lip as your hands grip the counter.

“Feel good?” Harry asks in a hushed tone.

You nod, “Y-yeah.”

He leans in and kisses up your neck slowly as he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of you. Your eyes move to the door, noticing that it’s not locked, “H-Harry.. the door.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He looks up at you, “We’ll be fine.” He winks and leans in, pressing his lips to yours, “Just gotta make it quick, yeah?”

You nod and moan quietly as his fingers curl and his thumb presses against your clit, moving with the thrusts of his fingers.

“Fuck, Harry.” You grip his biceps and clench around him, releasing some of the tension that he had built up inside of you.

“Did you like that?” He asks as he pulls his fingers out and dropping to his knees, “You have such a nice pussy.”

He pushes one of your legs up and presses his tongue flat against your cunt, slipping his tongue in and out as his fingers grip your thigh.

He gives you no warnings so you slam your hands down on the counter, tilting your head back as he works his tongue, “Fuck. Fuck, shit.”

You press the palm of your hand to the back of his head, holding his head there as you fight back the urge to scream his name. You let out small whimpers with a few moan slipping out here and there.

He gets you to cum again, this time on his face and his moans are muffled against you. He leans back, setting your leg down and he stands up, “You have my cock aching, love.”

You smirk slightly, your chest still rising and falling quickly.

“Turn around for me.”

You turn around and rest your arms on the counter as Harry pushes up your skirt. He gets himself out of his pants and rubs the head of his cock against your wet cunt before sliding himself in.

“Oh fuck, y/n. If I would have know you felt this fucking good, I would have gotten you alone sooner.” He groans and grips your hips.

You clench and unclench around him, moaning into your arm as you adjust. You move your hips back into his, “Fuck, Harry please.”

He grips your hips tighter and starts thrusting. His thrusts are fast but very pleasurable. You bite down on your arm as you knock stuff over with the other one.

Harry reaches up, taking your ponytail and wraps it around his hand. He pulls your head back and watches what he can see of your face. Your eyes are shut and your mouth is open.

You know you should, but you don’t care if anyone walks in.

Harry has you like putty in his hand.

“Fuck.” Harry groans, “I’m gonna cum already. Fuck.”

You whine and dig your fingers into the counter, “H-ha-“ you gasp and grip his cock with your walls. He feels your push pulsating around his cock and that’s enough for him.

He pushes his cock deeper into you, coating your walls with his cum.

He leans up, grabbing the knocked over paper towel roll and chuckles as he rips a few off. He wipes both you and him off as he pulls out and fixes your panties before pulling your skirt back down and smoothing it out.

He puts himself away and fixes his clothes before giving you a light pat to the ass, “I’ll be over later on tonight. Thank god it’s Friday, right?” He chuckles and you turn around to look at him.

You can’t help but smirk and shake your head, “You’re something else.” You take your hair down and run your fingers through it.

He fixes the stuff you knocked over on the counter and turns to you, “You should let your hair down more, it’s pretty like that.” He walks over to you, pressing a kiss to your lips, “See you later.”

He walks over and grabs his water bottle.

The door opens and one of the English teachers smiles at Harry, “Hey, Mr. Styles, have a good lunch?”

“Yeah,” He looks back at you, “I sure did.” He winks before leaving the lounge and you press your fingers to your lips.

“Hello, y/n.” She smiles at you and you nod, “Hey.”

You grab your lunch and quickly make your way back to your classroom.

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bad habit (3) sneak peek

“Hi.” Harry greets her as soon as he opens the door, smiling the same smile YN has been in love with since she was 20 years old. 

“Hi.” She repeats his word as a form of greeting, and despite the shortness of it, nothing needs to be added, because the excitement they both transpire can be felt in the air between them. 

This would be the first time YN officially spent the night. Of course, she’d stayed over many times in the two months they had been dating, but never officially. She’d always leave before Aidi could find her tangled in Harry’s sheets, and it had been fine at first. She hated waking up early, but she’d do whatever she could to reassure Aidi’s well being.

YN doesn’t know why all of a sudden Harry was eager to invite her over. He told her he felt ready, and she had felt excited despite feeling the fear of how his daughter would react. 

Harry told her that he wouldn’t tell her right away, YN would just stay over and they’d see from there how it went. Of course, his nonchalance hadn’t gone unnoticed by YN, that on the other hand felt nervous about it all and would’ve much rather he told Aidi she would at least spend the night. But, she figured, she wasn’t a parent, and she couldn’t possibly know what was best for Aidi, so she had agreed to follow his plan with enthusiasm. 

“Everything okay?” He asks when he sees she hasn’t moved from her spot.

“Just a little bit nervous” she shrugs, tightening the grip around the handle of her duffle bag.

“I see I still have tha’ effect on yah?” He chuckles, opening his lips in a teasing smirk.

“Shut up! ‘S not because of you” 

“I know” he says, and his eyes soften at the sight of the girl in front of him, all shy and anxious about something that he thinks is so natural. “‘M just teasing. Everything’s gonna be okay” 

She sighs at his words and takes a step closer to him, “ugh, I know… just want it to be perfect”

“‘S already perfect with you here” he smiles, grabbing her upper arm and tugging her closer to him. He circles her back with his arm and squeezes her against his chest, holding her tight in a soothing embrace.

“You’re perfect” she sighs once again, inhaling the pleasing scent of his fabric softener lingering on his hoodie. 

YN still can’t believe he is hers.

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Yes, Sir! — Capítulo 8

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: +18, o capítulo está dividido em dois pontos de vista, que serão sinalizados com os nomes para identificar o início do pov.

Harry

A sessão de amassos no sofá com Aurora estavam me deixando louco, meu pau latejava dentro da calça enquanto eu procurava um pouco de alívio me esfregando em cima dela durante os beijos.

Eu precisava fazer algo ou eu gozaria só com alguns beijos.

"Aurora?"

"Sim."

"Olhe para mim e ouça com atenção o que vou dizer agora, tudo bem?" Um sorriso se espalhou naquele rosto angelical enquanto ela me encarava com ternura. "Eu vou começar levando você para meu quarto, vou tirar toda sua roupa porque quero vê-la nua só para mim, vou provar sua bocetinha linda como já deveria ter feito há muito tempo, depois de você ter o melhor orgasmo da sua vida, vou ficar entre suas lindas perninhas, brincar com a ponta do meu pau em seu clitóris sensível, então eu vou fuder lentamente esse buraquinho apertado e você vai me dar esses doces gemidos que só seus lábios podem fazer, entendeu?"

"Harry." Ela quase engasgou com suas próprias palavras.

"Diga sim."

"Sim."

"Sim, Senhor." Eu a ordenei com desejo em meus olhos.

"Sim, Senhor."

"Minha garota." Eu provavelmente estava sorrindo agora. "Vem." Entrelacei nossos dedos a guiando até meu quarto.

Assim que fechei minha porta agarrei em sua cintura para um beijo caloroso, eu podia sentir meu corpo em chamas, meu pau doia só para tê-la , mas eu teria que esperar.

Ela merecia ser fodida devidamente bem.

Eu precisava mostrar para ela o que um homem de verdade pode fazer na cama, quando não se tem pressa.

Novamente a puxei, mas dessa vez para ficar na minha frente assim que sentei na ponta da cama, minhas mãos passeavam por suas pernas causando arrepio em seu lindo corpo, lentamente meus dedos subiram por debaixo do vestido chegando até sua calcinha.

Renda, Aurora?

E branca?

Eu sei o quão pura você é.

Levantei seu vestido depositando beijos em sua boceta coberta, eu queria mais, então agarrei uma das suas pernas para ficar em cima da cama facilitando o acesso ao meu brinquedinho novo favorito.

Sua boceta.

O cheiro era viciante, havia uma pequena fileira de pelos ruivos como se fossem aparados especialmente para mim. Não pude evitar em dar uma lambida sob o tecido, minha saliva molhando a renda combinando com a mancha de excitação que havia mais a baixo. Com dois dedos acariciei seu clitóris, decendo até sentir meus dedos ficarem escorregadio em sua entrada.

Porra tão molhadinha.

"Pensei que me deixaria nua antes." A voz manhosa dela me tirou do transe.

"Eu vou."

Coloquei sua perna novamente no chão, logo deslizando sua calcinha até o chão, subi seu vestido passando pelos seus braços até estarem em qualquer lugar do quarto, beijei seus seios tirando o fofo sutiã de renda que combinava com a calcinha.

Me pergunto se eu realmente planejei isso ou Aurora que decidiu tudo e eu estava seguindo o plano dela. Mas não importava, se a tivesse em baixo de mim gemendo, era o que importava.

Totalmente nua, eu admirei a beleza que tinha diante de mim, deitei-a para admirar melhor, abri suas pernas para ver o paraíso.

Ela ainda vai minha perdição.

"Você é adorável."

Ela me deu aquele maldito sorriso inocente que me quebrava por inteiro.

Me movi para baixo para dar beijos leves em sua pele macia, mordidas leves em sua barriga e coxas enquanto ela tinha a cabeça tombada para trás e seus gemidos suaves escapavam de sua boca.

"Vire-se, eu vou te praparar para meu pau."

Eu disse e a senti tensa, para deixá-la mais relaxada deixei beijos molhados por toda pele que encontrava a guiei até que estivesse de barriga para baixo, apenas tendo o vislumbre da cabeceira da cama.

Meus olhos admiravam por alguns longos segundo sua linda bunda, não aguentei, amassei, tateei, mordisquei a pele macia de sua nadega antes de abri-lá cuidadosamente trezendo sua bocetinha a mostra.

Com água na boca, cai de joelhos na altura de sua boceta, cutuquei seu clitóris com a ponta de minha língua, lambendo até sua linda entrada encharcada, a cada lambida, eu a saboreava, memorizando seu gosto, nenhuma fruta de verão se comparava com aquela bocetinha pingando só para mim.

Porra, ela parecia tão gostosa, toda carente e chamando meu nome, eu juro que meu nome nunca soou tão bem em uma boca como na dela.

O que me restou foi bater contra a sua bunda, puxando a carne macia para mais perto do meu rosto, eu não podia me preocupar com coisas irrelevantes como respirar agora, meu foco era dar prazer a ela, a ouço engasgar quando dois de meus dedos foram deslizando para dentro dela, sua bunda ficou mais empinada para mim quando seu rosto se afundou no travesseiro tentando abafar os gemidos.

Ela estava perto…

Eu empurrava meus dedos para dentro e para fora em um ritmo parecido com de meus lábios envoltos em seu clitóris, sugando só para depois minha língua desenhar círculos úmidos sobre esse botãzinho tão sensível e eu repetir isso mais uma vez.

E não demorou mais de dois minutos para eu ouvir o que eu queria, um grito alto escapando de seus lábios, abafando com o travesseiro, ela desabou na cama tremendo em seu imenso prazer, eu pude sentir sua bagunça pegajosa escorrer em meus dedos antes de pingar na cama.

"Você é a coisa mais doce que j�� provei." Disse a virando, dando uma boa olhada em seu lindo rosto manchado de lágrimas.

Acho que fiz um bom trabalho, mas ainda não acabei.

Aurora

Ele tava lá me encarando como seu eu fosse uma obra de arte, certamente minhas bochechas estavam vermelhas de vergonha, eu nunca gozei daquela maneira.

Eu estava uma completa bagunça.

Um sorriso presunçoso surgiu nos lábios dele enquanto saía da cama e tirava suas roupas.

Era como se ele estivesse me comendo com os olhos.

Eu não aguentaria mais um orgasmo como esse.

"Pronta para mim, docinho?"

"Docinho?"

"Sim, você é tão doce que esse será seu apelido à partir de agora, entendeu?"

"Sim."

Ele me deu um apelido?

Totalmente nu, ele rapidamente voltou para a cama, sentou às costas contra a cabeceira, uma das melhores visões que já tive, seu cabelo recém cortado, com alguns fios grudados na testa pelo suor, sua barba feita, mas não completamente, ainda podia se ver alguns pelos faciais, seu corpo tonificado, enquanto seu pau lindo pra caralho descansava sobre sua barriga.

"Venha e sente." Em um sorriso ele ordenou, batendo em sua coxa.

Eu tinha que admitir que mexia comigo vê-lo assim, eu nunca imaginei que um homem como ele me desejaria.

Eu não pensei duas vezes em rastejar até ele e me sentar exatamente como ele me pediu, eu estava tão sensível que não resisti em me esfregar em seu pau, eu estava tão molhada que deslizava facilmente, quase entrando quando sua ponta encontrava minha entrada.

Eu poderia facilmente gozar de novo só com isso.

"Pare de provocar e me dê essa camisinha." Ele indicou o pacote laminado no bidê ao lado.

Depois de colocar o preservativo, alinhei seu pau em minha entrada deslizando lentamente para dentro, evitar um gemido foi impossível, pois a sensação de seu pênis era ainda melhor do que seus dedos, meus quadris vagarosamente rebolavam em seu pau que me preenchia cada vez mais fundo, eu ainda não estava acostumada com seu tamanho e ele foi paciente comigo ao me deixar levar meu tempo para começar a cavalgar nele como ele gostaria.

"Estou te machucando?" Os olhos preocupados dele me deixavam ainda mais excitada.

"Estou bem."

As pontas dos meus dedos traçaram seu peito tonificado enquanto eu começei a aumentar a velocidade de meus quadris com meu olhar intensamente no seu, meus movimentos alternavam entre vai e vem e círculos em seu pau, as mãos dele me ajudavam a levantar para cima e para baixo em um ritmo mais rápido. A maneira como as mãos dele percorreram em meu corpo, acariciando cada partezinha que conseguia, enquanto eu sentia centímetro após centímetro pressionando minhas paredes sensíveis cada vez que eu sentava seu pau.

Minha cabeça estava jogada para trás e a boca aberta enquanto gemia com o quão bom era sentir seu pau.

E eu não estava mentindo, ele era o melhor que já tive.

"Oh docinho, você está indo tão bem, isso monta em meu pau, você parece divina assim."

Naquele momento o que me restou foi sorrir o puxando para um beijo.

"Você sente eu apertando você?" Meus olhos brilhavam enquanto o encarava. "Você está orgulhoso de mim por levar seu pau tão bem?"

Harry

Porra! ouvi-lá disser aquilo acabou comigo, eu queria dizer que ela era a coisinha mais linda que eu já fodi, que nunca nenhuma mulher mexeu tanto comigo, jamais eu me senti assim por minha esposa o que estou sentindo por ela, mas eu não posso. Não havia nada que eu quisesse fazer mais do que dizer isso a ela, mas eu não posso, eu tinha que manter a compostura, eu tentei manter contato vizual com ela, mas fechei meus olhos, era demais para mim, ela só estava montando em mim por alguns minutos e já sentia aquele formigamento familiar na barriga, eu não podia gozar agora, mas os sons vulgares de sua boceta o tomando meu pau, estava dificultando para mim.

"Olha pra mim, diz o quanto eu sou boa." Ela suplicou. "Diga meu nome Harry."

"Eu vou gozar se você continuar dizendo essas coisas docinho."

"Diga." Suas mãos voltaram para meu peito e ela montava em mim com toda a sua habilidade.

"Você é a melhor, sua boceta é tão boa, você está me fazendo sentir tão bem."

"Diga meu nome Harry."

Olhando para baixo eu podia ver sua boceta me engolindo, ela implorava por mim, todo excitada, lágrimas brilhando em seus olhos e gemidos saindo de sua boca. Seus lindos peitos saltando junto com seus quadris, eu não resisti meus lábios umidos foram até seu mamilo direito enquanto brincava com o outro com a mão, ela estava perto pela maneira que seus gemidos se tornaram ofegantes, a maneira como agora seu quadris subiam e desciam desleixados e sem ritmo, sua boceta apertando meu pau.

"Eu preciso, H."

Sem fôlego e muito fodido para pronunciar uma frase clara, eu disse seu nome e ela gemeu chorosa, ela estava gozando, às coxas tremendo e ela desabou sob meu peito.

"Que boa menina você foi, docinho." Minha própria respiração estava pesada, porque eu ainda estava dentro dela.

Minha mão direita segurando a cintura nua dela gentilmente, enquanto erguia meus quadris para encontrar os dela metendo vagarosamente, com minha mão esquerda puxei seu queixo para cima para que pudesse beijá-la graciosamente, ela estava um pouco sensível devido ao orgasmo, então não fui tão forte como gostaria. Meus únicos pensamentos eram sobre ela. A maneira como seus seios saltavam anterioriamente, seus gemidos explícitos, a sensação de sua boceta apertada.

Eu gemi seu nome.

"Aurora."

Eu não pôde evitar.

Cedi aos meus desejos mais sombrios e a fodi com mais força, minhas bolas batiam contra sua bunda, meu corpo inteiro ficou tenso, eu empurrei os quadris para cima uma última vez antes de derramar até a última gota do meu gozo na camisinha, enquanto estava enterrado até o fundo daquela boceta apertada, chamando seu lindo nome.

Eu tinha certeza de que se sentiria imensamente culpado e enojado por isso amanhã.

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Best Friends My Ass (one-shot)

Synopsis: Being in love with your best friend whom you’ve had since childhood can be tough. Being in love and being dumb can make it tougher. Meet the Reader and Harry. They’re the latter. And everyone’s fed up.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, maybe little bit of angst, tiny bit smutty, but not a lot

Warnings: swearing, two idiots pining for one another

Word count: 7524

Even when Harry was little, he’d known he’d have an odd path in life. Just because it was odd, didn’t mean it’d be bad, but it would make him absolutely stand out in the crowd.        When Y/N was young she didn’t see herself having any extraordinary adventures. Sure, she’d travel and explore the world with its secrets, but she didn’t have any plans to draw the attention of the masses. That was until Harry’d come into her life.        They were both young, still kids in that tender age where childhood crossed into teenage years, when they met. For Harry, it was like one of those scenes in the movies where the pretty girl walks into a room and a billion fans make her hair look like the wind is sweeping through it, and her eyes glisten like gemstones. Also known as the 'love at first sight' scene.        For Y/N, it was hard to keep her breakfast down as she walked inside the classroom, twenty pairs of scrutinous eyes on her, trying to figure out if the new girl was a predator or prey.        Luckily for Y/N, the biology teacher wasn’t a total witch and didn’t make her present herself to the class, and just pointed to the free seat next to a curly-haired boy. Luckily for Harry, that free seat was right next to him.        With a sigh, she dropped her heavy backpack beside the chair, giving the boy a shy glance, and was surprised to see a genuine and large grin right back at her. It wasn’t the kind people gave when they had bad thoughts. It was the kind people gave when they were truly excited and wanted to give a good impression. Y/N’s chest grew warm at the thought she might actually make a friend that day. And she did.        “I’m Harry.” He extended his hand for her to take, the grin never leaving his face.        She gave him a big, relieved smile. “I’m Y/N.”        Ever since then they were not only lab partners in classes they shared (which was biology, physics and math), but also in mischief. Together they managed to enrage Anne, annoy Gemma and absolutely horrify Y/M/N, and whenever one went down, the other made sure to go down as well.        So when a few years down the line, Harry had told Y/N about his idea to audition for X-factor she wasn’t surprised one bit.        “I mean, as long as you don’t trip and break your nose on stage, you’ll be fine.”        For that, she received a slap on her arm from him.        “I’m just saying!” Y/N defended herself. “You’re great at singing, Mrs Aberdeen certainly thinks so, you don’t have two complete left feet, and you’re alright to look at.”        That for the first time since the decision and application had been submitted, made Harry smile. He loved how easily Y/N was able to lighten the mood, to take his thoughts away from the bad, and just erase them with her wit and smile.

       “Besides.” She nudged his shoulder with hers and then intertwined their fingers. “I, Gem and our Mums will be right there for you. Won’t even blink until the end of the performance.”        With how her insides trembled in excitement and fear for her best friend, it truly seemed to Y/N she hadn’t blinked at all on that fateful day. Her breath hitched when the judges were talking. She couldn’t even remember what they said, all of it turning into white noise.        And then he got through, and Y/N screamed so much she was sure she’d blown out Anne’s eardrums, and had hugged Harry so tightly she was afraid she’d broken a rib. But with his victory also came a fear, because, for the first time in Y/N’s life, she was terrified as to where she’d stand in Harry’s. Since day one it’d been secure, but now, with the newfound fame of X-factor and who knows what kind of an amazing future, she didn’t know if he’d throw her to the curb, simply forget about the mundane friend from high school or maybe use her for something.        But it wasn’t like that. Not one bit. After insane hours of rehearsals, Y/N was one of the three people he always called. It was her, his Mum and Gem. Always. And he loved to listen to her speaking of what was happening at school, how the lessons were, which teacher turned out to be hooking up with which. As much as Harry knew he was made for the extraordinary, he loved the ordinary Y/N brought in his life. She was his safe harbour. But what he never agreed with were her own thoughts she was meant for a simple life, so he took it upon himself to bring a little bit of eccentricity in hers, as he explained how he’d gotten united into a band with four other boys, now going by ‘One Direction’, and it was his mission to join his newfound friends with the most important friend he'd had.        “This is Y/N,” Harry introduced her to the guys after one of their late-night practices, one where they weren’t being filmed. “If you do anything that even mildly upsets her, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”        The slap against his arm made him let out an ‘Ow!’ while the rest of the boys laughed and welcomed her with open arms.        In a weird way, Y/N became part of the band. She didn’t sing or play any instruments, but she was always around, gave her input on songs and setlists. That kind of closeness made all of the fears and doubts about losing a place in Harry’s life disappear. She was his personal hype-man while at the same time knocked him down a few pegs whenever the fame started to get to his head.        She was there for his highs and lows, for the break-ups and break-off in the band, and watched as he ventured into a solo career as much as she could with school and all, but when summer break rolled around it was like Harry couldn't get rid of her even if he tried. Not that he wanted. Sharing the success and happiness with his best friend was one of the biggest rewards he could have.        And Y/N would never admit it because it’d boost Harry’s already elephant-like ego, at least that’s what she said, but she kind of liked the attention she received because of him, especially because most of it was pleasant.        Had she been terrified that being known as Harry Styles best friend would make people think she was just a gold-digger, seeking fame and leeching it off from him? Yes. And there were people like that. But ninety-five percent of what people said on her social media accounts was actually nice, some even said ‘thank you’ that there was a person like her in Harry’s life to keep things real, and most importantly – cared about him through it all.        Harry also saw those comments; he loved to read about how people saw just how much Y/N cared, and it kind of stirred something in him. He didn’t know when exactly, but it was around the age of twenty-four for him and twenty-three for Y/N when he started looking at his friend in a different light. And it bloody terrified him. He didn’t know if she felt the same, and the thought of putting his heart on the line like that only for the possibility of it being crushed was the scariest thing ever.        He did, however, have an inclination as to what incident had prompted them to surface. The feelings that were. It was a night after a party. Y/N was on winter break from her master’s at uni, which meant he used every opportunity to spend time with her.        The hangover was real, I mean it’s what you got by mixing vodka, tequila and beer into an empty Sprite bottle and chugging it. Harry stumbled over sleeping bodies on his way to the kitchen in search for some leftover pizza he was sure he and Y/N in their drunkenness had ordered, as well as to make two cups of black coffee. He knew she hated the taste, but cold junk food and bitter coffee always did the trick with her. That was when he’d found her.        Although he’d woken up in Y/N’s room, she hadn’t been next to him. Instead, as it turned out, she’d gone on a food search sometime before him and had passed out on the couch, a Cookie Monster onesie on her body, but most importantly his signature pearls around her neck. And one of her hands even rested against her collarbone, as if scared someone would take them away from her.        That’d been the first time his heart had flipped in his chest at the sight of her, but most definitely not the last.        He did however keep this change in his emotions to himself. He wasn’t really sure what it was, so it would be unfair to dump that on Y/N and have her figure it out for him because he didn’t know where she stood on her own, let alone do the work for him.        Luckily, despite the tornado of feelings, their friendship didn’t falter, and when his Vogue cover came out, he was incredibly nervous for people to see it, but especially for those who mattered the most to him, like his Mum, sister and Y/N. Especially Y/N, for her opinion had become the most important one outside his blood relatives. After all, all his thoughts went to – if we dated, would she be as proud of me as she was of me as a friend?        Her support meant the most because he was away in the middle of filming; he had no way of getting physical comfort, so all of the messages, calls, social media posts and FaceTimes was the world to him, especially when Y/N sent a picture of herself with three copies of the magazine, two beside her head as she laid on her bed and one clutched to her chest, which she also posted on Instagram with the caption ‘Can’t hug you for real right now, so this will have to do. When I do get to you @harrystyles, I’ll crush your ribs with my love. And that is a threat.’        Then the comments came in from the rest, and one stood out more than the others.        Bring Back Manly Men.        At first, he felt odd about it. It didn’t really bother him, but at the same time, it made him sad. He knew that he was seen as somewhat of a controversial figure, as he painted nails, wore frilly blouses and now full-on dresses, which were all typically categorized as feminine things, but he never understood why a nail colour or the shape of a shirt suddenly became exclusively for just one gender. Which is why he was so grateful to have Y/N in his life.        “I mean, anatomically speaking, men should be wearing dresses and women trousers. It’s you who have all the dangly bits,” she said through a bite of food. “The Scots have been onto it since the beginning.”        Harry threw his head back in a laugh, shifting an arm behind his head. “So I assume your favourite pic is the one in the kilt?”        “Well, it did remind me of that awful punk phase I had back in school with all those safety pins, only in a more tasteful way, but no. My favourite one is you in that brown, grey off-shoulder jacket thing.”        “Why?”        Y/N wiggled her brows at him. “Shows enough of your cleavage but leaves enough for imagination.”        “Of fucking course.” Harry snorted, shaking his head. “Objectifying much?”        “What? I’m not going to deny that my best friend is a sexy beast.”        He wouldn’t say it out loud, but when she called him her friend, it made his heart clench in a painful way. Harry had been trying to be a bit flirtier around her, but given his open nature as it was, Y/N hadn’t seemed to notice it, nor had she seemed to notice how he looked at her while she was frowning at her computer screen.        Harry’d had relationships with some women who could be considered the most beautiful in the world, but if he’d had to say, in his opinion, who’d receive that title, it’d be Y/N. The way she snorted when she laughed too hard, the way small crow lines had already appeared next to her eyes from how much she smiled and the way her forehead creased when she was concentrating. It enthralled him to no end. He could read her life’s story on her face, how she’d lived and thought and experienced, unlike so many people he met who couldn’t move a muscle.        Though the reason she was so concentrated in that moment was because thousands of people had tagged her in a tweet of a woman, she’d heard of for the first time in her life (because Harry had been trying to keep that one off her radar), and what she saw made all the blood boil in her body more than any other hate comment had.        Without hesitation, Y/N atted her and tweeted “Bring back manly men. Please! Millions of people would let him raw them WHILE WEARING THE DRESS. I mean you tried, so I’ll give you the gold star you so desperately want, but that was pathetic.”        At that same moment, a notification popped up on the screen of Harry’s phone. He only had notifications on for one person, and when he saw what was written, he gasped, looking at Y/N. “You did not just do that!”        “What?” Y/N shrugged biting down on the chocolate bar she’d been savouring for the last half hour of their conversation. “I just said what everyone was thinking. Besides what the fuck does ‘bring back manly men’ even mean? Go chop some wood? Fight a bear in the Siberian woods? Have your ‘friends’ stab you to death at a political meeting?”        “You’re a menace.”        Y/N winked popping the last bit of the chocolate in her mouth. “Only to those who dare go for the people I love.”        His heart fluttered at the last word, but all he could do was mask it with a large grin and shake of his head.        For another hour they spent talking, Y/N kept hyping Harry up, tried to get as many plot details of the movie he was filming, while he avoided as many spoilers as possible and attempted to steer the conversation somewhere else, but when that happened, Y/N jumped onto his music, which he had told her all about. In fact, there wasn’t a music video made without her approval, and neither would his next one be. “You’ll fly out to see me film for ‘Treat People With Kindness’, right?”        Y/N sighed, giving him a sad smile. She hated disappointing Harry. “I’d love to. But you know with everything going on, I don’t think I’ll be able to.”        “Phoebe Waller-Bridge will be in it.”        She gasped, in real excitement. “Well, why didn’t you say so from the start?!”        “So that’s what this friendship has come to. I’m just your gateway to celebrities?”        “Harry you’ve always been just my gateway to the people living in LaLa Land.” But she let out a small breath much like she’d done before. “I really do want to come, Harry. You know that; I miss you like crazy. But Phoebe or no Phoebe, I don’t think I can.”        Harry bit his lip nodding, but he still needed to try one more time. “Is there anything I can say or do to get you here?”        “Get me a private jet and a quarantine mansion?”        “Deal.”        “Woah! Wait!” Y/N pretty much jumped up from her position in bed. “That was a joke! Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God, if you try an –“        But with a giant grin, he just blew Y/N a kiss and ended the call.        She was quite terrified if she was being honest, that Harry would do what she’d asked. He already had once. It'd been around Christmas time while she was still in First Year at uni, and she’d seen a glistening necklace at a jewellery store display. She hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even uttered a word, but just seeing the sparkle in Y/N’s eyes, was enough for Harry to make the decision and gift it for her.        When the next day, around five AM her time, she got a call from Harry’s manager Jeff, she was ready to rip both of them a new one, an e-mail with a plane ticket popping up in her inbox.        “I swear I’ll poison your drinks when I see you,” she’d grumbled, but couldn’t hide the excitement as she threw everything she could in the suitcase. “And no one will find your bodies, mark my words, Azoff.”        He snorted. “Yeah, tell that to the FBI agent listening in on this call.”        “Fuck. Gave myself away,” she said softly, giggling right after.        “You know he’s stoked beyond belief.” Jeff piped up. “He literally jumped out of the bed this morning, and during the dance rehearsals he didn’t miss a step.”        That made Y/N’s heart warm. “Well, you can tell him to curb it a bit. Otherwise, I’ll just stay at the fucking mansion – which, by the way, it was a joke, Jeff! I’m pissed enough he’s spending money on me as it is, let alone such a chunk on the plane, you didn't have to get me an actual mansion.”        “You know, for you, he’d give away all of it.”        “Yes, well, he might need it for his funeral, if he keeps spending it on me and on shit like this.”        The man shook his head but didn’t say anything else. He wasn’t the only one trying to drop hints to Y/N that Harry felt something more, but he’d leave it to the man himself. He didn’t need to possibly ruin everything, and have her decide not to come. His client was nightmare enough without her around, because Harry was like day and night when Y/N finally arrived on set for ‘Treat People With Kindness’.        To say he enveloped her in a hug would be an understatement as he didn’t let go of her for ten solid minutes, having grabbed her by the underside of the thighs and sat down on the ground just so he could prolong the feeling of being with Y/N.        The fact that she’d actually gone for it and hadn’t scolded Harry too much for spending that insane amount of money, for having brought a small piece of home to LA with herself where they were filming, made him now fully acknowledge the true extent of his feelings, especially as she didn’t pull away from their embrace, rather hid her face in the crook of his neck.        I mean, in the end, he did have to let her go because everyone had to get back to shooting, but not before Y/N had stripped the meticulous jacket from him, and went to have a glance at herself in the large mirror, one of the costume designers playing along and adjusting the clothing on her body, as if she was going to be the one performing.        Harry felt someone slide up to him and he looked over to his left, a smiling Phoebe standing there. She nudged his shoulder with hers. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”        He nodded, looking back over to where Y/N was still looking at herself in the mirror, wearing the heavy jacket as if it was nothing like it was made for her. “I’m a cliché, I know. But I can’t help it.”        “Of course, you can.” She squeezed his side. “All you gotta do is tell her.”        But it wasn’t that easy. Comparatively, getting Y/N to appear in the video was easier than coming to terms with the fact, all they’d ever remain would be friends if he didn’t do anything.        Yet the shoot for the video ended as quickly as it had started, and Y/N needed to fly back to the UK to defend her PhD paper, and Harry had to go back to filming ‘Don’t Worry Darling’, thousands of miles stretching between them once more. And Harry was a romantic, he couldn’t confess over FaceTime. Besides, he wanted to make it a special evening for her, plan something out, rather than risk a shitty connection cutting him off mid-word.        He hated it though. It’d been almost four years since Harry had realised his feelings had developed from just friendly into romantic, and still, he hadn’t said anything. Even the people who’d never met Y/N in person like Florence Pugh saw what was going on.        But unlike the cast and crew of ‘Treat People With Kindness’ who had to deal with his pining for maybe a couple of weeks, it’d been almost half a year for her at that point. Did she just want to call Y/N and tell her how Harry felt? Sure. She’d had enough of him coming into her trailer only to fall down onto her pillow and whine. But it wasn’t her place. So instead, she was going to figure out a way to get Y/N to the set and make him tell her himself.        Getting Harry’s phone away from him should’ve been the inspiration to the next ‘Mission Impossible’ script though, because it took her literally a whole day to fish it out from his coat's pocket, and she only had about ten seconds to find Y/N’s number (which wasn’t that hard given how it was the number with literally hundreds of calls next to it) and put it in her own phone.        Once their filming was done for the day, Florence rebutted Harry’s invitation to a movie night, saying a massive headache was coming on, so he wished her a good night and with slumped shoulders went to sulk on his own. Which is why she practically sprinted to her own trailer to finally call Y/N        An unsure ‘hello?’ greeted her ears before she responded. “Hey, this is Florence… Pugh.”        That stunned Y/N into silence for a few seconds before she spluttered out a greeting and said ‘hi’ as well. “Not to be rude, but how did you get my number?”        “Stole it from Harry’s phone. Look, he’s miserable. Keeps moping around, and I can’t take it anymore. Last night I found him crying in his pillow with your shirt over it.”        “What? Why?”        “Because it didn’t smell like you anymore.”        Y/N’s heart broke. “Why didn’t he tell me anything? We just talked, and he said he was fine. God, that man is so dumb sometimes.”        “Is there any way you could find a way to get here?” Florence asked biting down her lip.        She heard Y/N sigh at the other end of the line. “I’ll – I’ll try and figure something out. Have to know what’s going on at work, I mean it has been like two months since the video, so maybe…” She was more so talking to herself, but then remembered about Florence. “Listen, can I give you a message when I find out if my boss will let me?”        “Of course!” The actress was excited about the possibility of Y/N getting here, as long as it got Harry out of his depressive mood.        “Oh, and I’ll need to know what kind of restrictions are on set. I’ll figure something out with flights and quarantine, but I have zero clue as to what’s it like where you’re filming.”        Florence waved her off, even though she couldn’t see the motion. “Leave that to me. Just get your ass over here before the guy cries himself dry.”        It was a struggle though on all three ends – Harry was still moping, because not only had Y/N’s shirt lost its smell of her, but homesickness was hitting full force, Florence was getting more and more desperate as she attempted to take his mind off of things, but nothing seemed to work, and Y/N was trying to get on any possible flight to Harry while arranging two tests and an AirBnB she could self-isolate in for two weeks while attempting to set up her work from afar at the same time.        Two days after Florence’s call, Y/N sent her a message ‘Flying in tomorrow at 4 AM. Don’t tell Harry. He’ll feel even shittier cause I have to stay alone in quarantine. First test came back negative.”        She sighed in relief at the message and immediately texted back ‘i’ve got you a set pass ready, just need a picture. selfie will do. also, masks are mandatory on the lot, so bring those.’        Immediately Y/N sent a thumbs up, and a picture of herself she didn’t absolutely despise to be used on the ID card. All that was left was to pack. And spend two weeks in an attempt of not going crazy with anticipation before seeing Harry.        Those two weeks turned out to be worse than the two months between the music video shoot and going to the filming lot. Because throughout then, Y/N knew her only access to him would be through FaceTime, but to be about twenty minutes away from the man without the ability to touch him was pure torture, but at least Harry seemed completely oblivious to the change in her surroundings.        As they still continued on with their calls, not once did he mention her background, or how the paintings suddenly had managed to switch positions or the fact that Y/N didn’t even own paintings. She was sure she could’ve been missing an arm, and he wouldn’t have mentioned it with how tired he looked.        “Have you even slept, Har?”        “Not really,” he groaned, getting more comfortable in his bed. “We’ve had a bunch of early shoots and then late nights, ‘cause we need to get the continuity for the scenes, and then the day’s full of Zoom calls, and well, I can’t not call you.”        Y/N scoffed, scolding him. “You know damn well I won’t be offended if we sacrifice a couple of calls for you to get some proper sleep.”        “I know, but I will.”        Y/N sighed, knowing in a way it was her fault. She could tell him she no longer was hours of time zones away, but rather watched the same sunset and sunrise as him, but she also knew Harry, and he would be unable to stay away from her until her quarantine was over.        She was quite happy she’d sat through the fourteen mandatory days, because when she got on set, even though Harry was usually good at keeping his composure during a scene, despite the mask, he’d recognise Y/N anywhere, and all of the lines flew out of his head.        “Jack?” Florence’s hand came to cup Harry’s cheek, trying to bring him back on track. “You alright?”        But he didn’t even care about improvising to get out of the flub as his lips were split apart by a grin, and he dashed away, a loud ‘CUT!’ ringing throughout the set, but Harry already had Y/N in his arms, spinning the girl around.        “Best friends my ass,” Florence murmured as she went to the two.        Harry was speechless, Y/N’s face in between his hands as he looked her up and down. “How are you here? What? Why?”        “Thank Florence.” Y/N gave an attempt at motioning to the actress with her head. She set the whole thing up.”        Harry’s head whipped to his scene partner. “You knew Y/N was here for two weeks and told me nothing?”        “Your brain short-circuited when you saw her! You wouldn’t be of no use on set at all if I had.”        Harry scoffed, throwing an arm over Y/N’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get away from this meanie.” But as he walked away, he looked over his shoulder and mouthed a grateful ‘thank you’ to her.        All Florence could hope for was that he’d get it together and confess, but it didn’t seem like he was in any sort of a rush. Y/N was set to be there for three weeks, but the thought of the woman leaving without knowing how Harry felt, leaving him in a sea of his own heartache, made her miserable, especially after a night they’d all spent together.        Harry really wanted Y/N to get to know the people he worked with so he invited the ones closest to him for a movie night, during which he himself had been the first one to actually fall asleep, of course.        For most of it, as ‘Westworld’ ran on in the background, he spent curled up in Y/N’s lap, his head resting against her chest with her fingers weaving through the shortened locks. She had to get used to the length, motion automatically wanting to go on longer than it was possible to. Soon enough, the soothing motions lulled her to sleep as well, their bodies leaning into one another and perfectly fitting together.        As tired as Florence was of seeing Harry, a person who’d become her friend now pine for someone so hard, it was absolutely heart-melting to watch the two interact. Everyone could see Y/N had the same feelings as Harry did for her, only she hid them a bit better. A little, but not by a lot.        No friends acted the way those two did around one another. Sure, people could be touchy, but not like that, not with such intimacy behind the motions. She felt like she was being a little creepy as she pulled out her phone to take a picture, but it was too cute not to.        A loud noise from somewhere outside set made Y/N shoot up straight, and Florence held her breath as she clutched onto her phone, having swiped it accidentally into video mode and filming the whole thing.        “No,” Harry whined, a hand reaching up for Y/N and grabbing at her elbow. “Come back. ‘S too early.”        She just nodded, grumbling something unintelligible but possibly along the lines of ‘don’t make me throw hands’ before laying down and snuggling into Harry’s chest.        Florence let out a large sigh of relief and decided to get some sleep as well before their annoying four AM alarm woke them up for set.        This time it was the other way around, as Y/N whined for Harry to ‘come back and keep her warm’.        Florence watched as Harry slipped out of Y/N’s grasp, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead and a whispered a promise to ‘see her when the Sun’s up’. The second the trailer door was closed, she slapped his shoulder, and Harry gasped in shock. “What'dya do that for?”        “Stop that! Stop that stupid dance!” She stomped her foot on the ground. “I’m sick and tired of watching you watch her with that dumb longing expression on your face. I can’t take it anymore. Why do you think I went through all that trouble to get her here?”        “I told you I would!”        She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Look, I know it’s not my place or anything, but she does like you. A lot.”        Harry threw her an uncertain gaze. “And how do you know?”        “Because that woman spent two weeks in self-isolation just to see you! She’s gone through how many of those awful Covid tests just to go and visit you! She’s dropped everything for you, has supported you through so much, and never fails to boost you up.”        “That’s what friends do.”        “No.” Florence shook her head. “That kind of loyalty… that’s what people in love give. I haven’t talked to my best friend in like a month. What’s the longest you’ve gone without speaking to Y/N?”        And with that question, she left Harry to ponder not only his feelings but the girl’s he was in love with as well. Because if he had to be honest, the reason he’d been dragging everything out, the reason he’d stayed pining for Y/N for years on end was that he tried to write everything she did off as something a childhood best friend would do.        The truth was more terrifying than anything because once that came to light, it’d change everything, and Harry didn’t know if he was ready. He wanted it, desperately so if it meant Y/N becoming someone he could love freely and openly, but not if by the end of it, she'd disappear from his life, leaving a hole the size of his heart in his chest.        His thoughts were cut short as someone knocked on the ‘Hair&Make-up’ door, and an assistant let in a pouting Y/N. Well, he couldn’t’ see the pout behind the mask, but he definitely knew it was there, making a smile come on his own face.        She plopped down in an empty sofa and crossed her arms. “I was cold.”        Harry snorted, wanting to shake his head, but didn't as to not ruin the hair stylist’s work. “You’re always cold.”        “And you’re a living furnace.”        “ ‘S that why you like cuddling? Leeching off my warmth?”        The same assistant who’d let Y/N in handed her a cup of coffee, which she was ready to kiss the woman for, but opted for a ‘thank you’. “We’ve established I only use you to get to other celebs. What makes you think I wouldn’t use you for those sort of things.”        For a moment, the trailer settled into silence, as Y/N enjoyed her morning coffee while the crew kept doing their own work.        “It’s so weird,” Y/N piped up, eyes racking up and down Harry’s body. “Don’t even wanna really look at you like that.”        He let out a mock gasp of hurt. “What d’ya mean? Am I suddenly repulsive to you?”        “No!” she let out a laugh. “It’s just odd seeing you without the tattoos. They’re such a huge part of you, even the dumb ones. Can’t really imagine you any differently.”        “Would you love me any differently without them?” The question was bold, even though he knew she did love him, he had to start making moves.        “No,” Y/N shook her head. “I don’t think so. I believe I’d be a different person then as well, but I’d love you all the same. As long as you’d do the same with me.”        Harry nodded looking down at his hands then back up at her, catching her eyes through the reflection in the mirror. “Don’t think there’s a dimension out there where I don’t love you.”        “I mean that is a bold statement,” Y/N said, sipping on the remnants of her coffee. “What if I’m like a weird, cat-skinning psychopath in one dimension? Would you love me even then?”        “Jesus Christ, Y/L/N, do you just normally come up with those gruesome scenarios or is it a hobby?”        She wiggled her eyebrows, standing up and throwing away the paper cup. “There’s a reason I have a VPN and clean my search history. I’ll see you in your trailer?”        “Yeah.” Harry nodded and smiled. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”        The next half-hour he kept hyping himself up, about how he was actually going to do it, but Florence intercepted him right as he was turning down the way his trailer stood. “How are you gonna do it?”        “I – “ Harry huffed and placed his hands on his hips. “In the beginning, I had like a whole romantic outing planned, but… I’ve dragged this on long enough, so I think I’ll just tell her.”        “Okay, good.” Florence nodded and slapped his shoulder in approval. “And if I don’t hear that trailer rocking, I will throw you in a ditch.”        Harry’s eyes widened at the statement, fully knowing she meant her words, but she was already half-way down the track, blond hair swishing behind her back.        It was then or never.        Slowly he opened his own trailer door as if it was Y/N’s place not his, but by the looks of how she’d sprawled out on his bed, she had made herself right at home. Just like she’d done it on the first day of school, but just with his heart.        “Hey!” She smiled looking at him. “You ready to film?”        “Yeah, but umm… I kind of wanted to talk to you beforehand.”        Y/N’s brows furrowed at Harry’s serious tone, so she sat up, nodding. “Sure. Is everything alright?” “It’s nothing bad, at least I hope you won’t take it in a bad way... I’ve actually been wanting to tell you this since that winter’s break party you had while doing your masters...” He let out a small chuckle but seeing Y/N’s eyes widen in a panic he stopped. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You have a kid! Oh my God.” “What? No!” Harry spluttered. “Why the hell is the first thing you assume that I have a kid?” “I don’t know!” She was now standing facing him completely. “We’ve never had secrets between us, especially for as long as you’ve apparently kept them, what am I supposed to think? Maybe one of the girls you hooked up with got pregnant, and you’ve been hiding the fact you’re a baby daddy because you know I wouldn’t be able to keep the fact I can be the cool drunk aunt to myself.” All of that came out as is she’d prepared it ages ago. “Well, no.” Harry shook his head stepping closer so he could be chest to chest with Y/N. “I’m not anyone’s baby daddy. At least I don’t think so, but umm... when that moment would come... when I have a kid...” He looked up at the ceiling and sighed before lifting a gentle hand to cup her cheek. I wouldn’t want you to be the drunk aunt. I um...” There goes nothing. “I’d kinda like if you were the mom.” “Of course, I’ll be the Godmother!” Both of them said at the same time, making the other’s brain stumble over the words said. “Wait, mom?” Y/N’s question was breathless. “Like donate my eggs or some shit?” “No like, I’ve been in love with you for close to four years, and I wanna try and build a future with you, where you’re more than just my best friend.”        “Oh.”        That was all that managed to escape her mouth as he fully opened his heart, and Harry couldn’t lie – it shattered. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it was more than that. “That’s...” Y/N huffed sitting down on the bed. “That’s a lot to take in Harry. Like a lot.” “I know.” He sighed and sat down next to her. “Which is why I’ve been pushing this away for as long as I could, but... it was time. It wasn’t fair to you or me to keep on living like that. Look.” Harry took her palm in his. “Whatever you want us to be, we’ll be that. I - I mean I’ll be heartbroken if you say you don’t feel the same, but no matter what you tell me now, I won’t let you leave my life. I love you, and I’m in love with you. This is your choice which way you chose to go with.” Y/N shook her head, interlacing their fingers and finally looking up at him. “I don’t want you to be heartbroken. It’s the last thing, I’d ever want to see you like. And umm well, if it takes me using the pair of ovaries I have to admit I’ve been in love with you too to change that, I guess I’ll have to say it. I’m in love with you too.” Harry’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears of happiness, as he looked at Y/N like she’d hung the stars in the sky. Not that it mattered. He always looked at her like that. “You mean it?” “Yeah,” she chuckled, wiping away a few stray pearls from her own cheeks. “I guess I always thought I’d end up the drunk aunt in your life, so that’s why I thought you’d ask me to be whatever future child’s Godmother. But I love you, and I’m in love with you too.” “Can I – “ Fuck, Harry was too giddy for his own good. “Can I kiss you?” And when Y/N chuckled, nodding he swore he already was in heaven. “Yes, please.”        At first, the touch of his lips was gentle, almost afraid, but the second he pressed them to Y/N’s, and she gasped at the sensation, it became full of lust as passion, years of pent-up pining and angst and just plain old stupidity surfacing and morphing itself into a steamy make-out session.        In a split second, she was sprawled out on Harry’s bed, his toned body leaning over hers and teasing hands moving along her sides, making her squirm and ache for more of his touch, but she wasn’t the only one who wanted to explore a body with a new mindset of what was possible.        As Y/N moaned from Harry’s tongue invading her mouth, her hand couldn’t help itself as it slid down his chest, and her finger flicked against the button of his trousers.        “Can I touch you there?” Y/N whispered against his mouth, and Harry eagerly nodded.        “Please. Been dreaming about this for literally years.”        Smiling, she allowed him to continue and explore her mouth with his tongue, intoxicated on one another’s taste. In fact, Y/N was so far gone just from the kiss, she forgot how a fly worked and needed Harry’s help to open it.        “Get back here,” she grumbled as he chuckled, having leaned up a bit to make it easier for her to get the offensive piece of clothing off. “We’ll see how you fare with a bra.”        “Oh, I’m an expert.” His hands trailed to her shoulder where he snapped one of the straps against her skin, making her yelp.        “You do not want to do that when my hand is an inch away from your dick.”        But the threat had no merit to it, as she dipped her palm behind Harry’s boxers while his mouth went to soothe the sting and leave a little mark on her skin, which he’d get to admire later on.        The second, Y/N wrapped her hand around his cock an involuntary moan escaped into the air, as she gripped him. Fuck, she couldn’t wait until he was inside her, because, and it might sound a little cliché given how they were best friends who’d fallen in love with one another, but she was one hundred percent sure, he was made exactly for her.        But no matter how much she twisted her hand or how gently or roughly she rubbed the tip, he couldn’t get hard, and Harry was on the verge of tears, which Y/N saw and instantly pulled away, cupping his face.        “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “Fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”        “Hey!” Y/N cooed. “None of that. It’s alright. Shit happens.”        Harry nodded understanding that she was right, but he still felt shitty and well, he felt insecure about it. “I just. Fuck. Usually, when I think of you, I’m hard in like a second.”        And although all Y/N wanted to do was smirk and tease him about the fact that he thought of her while wanking himself off, that wasn’t the right moment.        “I promise, you turn me on, you do." He sniffled. "This had never happened before.” But Y/N wasn’t offended or sad, and her laugh wasn’t mocking or trying to hurt him.        “Harry you’re dead tired.” She cupped his cheek with one of her hands, and if he’d been ice cream he would’ve literally melted. “You had to wake up at four in the fucking morning and won’t go to sleep until two the next day. Let yourself rest a bit.”        “But,” he whined and then huffed. “But I wanna love on you. Wanna show you just how crazy I am about you.”        “And you will. You know I’ll always hold you to your word. But this won’t be fun for either of us if mid-fuck you suddenly collapse on me asleep. I don’t need to go to the A and E and explain the broken nose is because my boyfriend decided to take a nap while shagging. A nap on my face.”        But Harry hadn’t really heard anything she’d said after Y/N mentioned the b-word, a dopey smile on his face. “I’m your boyfriend? You really want me like that?”        “I mean I would prefer if you were Phoebe…”        Harry pinched her side, making her squeal before tackling her in a hug. “Shut up!”        And that’s how the two fell asleep (and were woken up twenty minutes later by an assistant in a panic given how Harry was supposed to be on set in five minutes)  – wrapped up in one another’s arms, smiles on their faces, and no longer best friends, but lovers.

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Where y/n and harry start dating after the brits 

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wonderalbum the dress 🤩🤩

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harrystyles than you @brits xx 

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finelinee I’m so hyped for them!!

gucci  ❤️

stylesharry wait, didn’t that one twitter user predict he’s going to be wearing this??

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stylesharry check your dm!! @ watermelonsugarhiigh

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yourinstagram the food wasn't even that good 4/10

harrystyles ouch, next time you can cook @yourinstagram

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tpwkharry he cooked for her 🥺

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1dfan not gemma attacking me 😩

harryedward his hair in that scrunchie 🥺

y/nandharry drop the skincare routine 

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harrystyles the prettiest girl <3

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harrylambert @yourinstagram putting pressure on me!!

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I sent my English teacher a draft of something I had written and she literally said, “I’ve always told you that you’re good at English and write very well provided you’re in the mood to do so” like hun? it’s true but ouch??