#that time rachel made margaritas in the blenders and we got drunk

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Thirty-Seven

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Niall really did have the best tequila. You and Sarah were playing just dance while the guys made margaritas. You and Sarah couldn’t stop giggling as you played the game.

“I get to play the winner!” Niall shouts from the kitchen.

“Deal!” You and Sarah shout back.

The boys come over with four frozen margaritas. You and Sarah finish up the game, and you end up winning by a couple of points. You pause the game to take a drink.

“I am suhweating.” You say, taking your drink from Harry, sipping on it. “Mm, so good. I need to take a break.”

You all sit on the floor. Harry lounges, and props himself up with his elbow, hand on his cheek. Niall and Sarah lean against each other.

“You know what would be fun?” Sarah speaks up, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Let’s play never have I ever.” She giggles. “Everyone put their hands in.”

You all shift to lay on your stomachs, propped up on your forearms, hands all in circle. You could feel the tequila hitting you, so you knew this would be fun.

“Okay…hmmm…never have I everrrrr gotten a parking ticket.” Sarah says.

“Ok, we’re playin’ it this way?” Harry chuckles.

“Easing us into the juicy stuff.” She explains. You, Niall, and Harry all take a finger away.  “Let’s go clockwise, Y/N, you go next.”

“Hmmm, never have I ever failed a test.” You giggle at everyone’s expression as they take a finger away. “Yikes, you all should study more.” You take a sip of your drink.

“Never have I ever sucked a dick.” Harry says bluntly, clearly trying to make the game more interesting. Niall bursts out laughing. You and Sarah take a finger away.

“Never have I ever been fucked in the arse.” No one takes a finger away. Niall and Harry look at each other and raise both of their eyebrows. “Sarah, you’re turn again.” She takes a sip of her drink, and a devious grin grows on her face.

“Never have I ever…” You take a sip of your drink. “Participated in a threesome.” You choke on the margarita, and start coughing.

“Sarah!” You say, catching your breath. Your cheeks grow bright red.

“What? It’s a simple question. Fingers in or out boys?”

The boys look at each other, then at the both of you. Both sigh, and take a finger away.

“Hah! I knew it.”

Your head hangs as you slowly also take a finger away. Harry’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.

“No fucking way.” He says to you.

“Think this just turned into a share circle, lemme grab the blender, we all need more.” Sarah says. You all sit up, you still can’t look at Harry. Sarah refills all your glasses. “Who wants to go first?”

“I’d like to hear from Y/N.” You slowly meet his gaze and give him a weak smile.

“It…happened when I was in California.”

“Was Rachel involved?” You scoff.

“No…but she had one before and made it sound like fun.” You take a sip of your drink.

“So was it with two guys then?” Niall asks, very intrigued to be learning this about you.

“Um, yeah.” The boys look at each other then back at you.

“But you didn’t take a finger away when I made the arse comment.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Right.”

“So…how did you do it?” Harry asks. You look at Sarah, who has heard this story before, and smirk.

“One of them fucked me, while I sucked the other’s dick, okay?”

“The other didn’t want to fuck you?” Harry asks.

“No he did. He fucked me afterwards while the other one made out with me.”

“Did you know them?” Niall asks.

“Sure.” You shrug. “They were part of our friend group out there. Not something I would do again, but it was an experience I can say I’ve had.”

“Do you still talk to them?” Harry asks.

“Nah, lost touch when Rachel and I came back here.” You sip your drink.

“So you’ve had one, and Rachel has had one.” Niall looks at Sarah. “Not you?”

“Believe it or not I’m the most innocent out of the three of us.” She giggles. Niall kisses her cheek.

“Your turn.” You say looking at Harry. “Did you two do it together?”

“Y, yeah.” He looks at Niall and they both shake their heads.

“Undergrad or grad?” Sarah asks.

“Both.” They both say and laugh.

“There was this girl, in undergrad, who had a thing for both of us. We had actually both had sex with her separately.” Niall explains. “She came to one of our party’s one night, and she brought it up. She said she wanted to have sex with us both again, but at the same time.”

“Wouldn’t that have been weird though, since you two are friends?” Sarah asks.

“Not really, not like we hadn’t seen the other naked before.” Harry says.

“And you both were like woohoo let’s do it?” You ask, giggling.

“Pretty much. Wasn’t somethin’ either of us had done before, so we went into my room, locked the door, and did it.” Niall explains.

“And I’m assuming one of you fucked her in the ass?” You say bluntly.

“Mhm.” Harry says.

“Of course it was you.” You roll your eyes.

“Niall was scared, and I had done that before, so it just made sense.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Knew how to be careful, and all that.”

“Okay, so it happened that time, and again in grad?”

“Yeah…with a different girl obviously, but it was sort of the same situation.” Harry explains.

“Niall, who knew you could be so wild?” Sarah giggles, and kisses him on the cheek. “Harry, what did it feel like? I’ve always been so curious about this.”

“What did what feel like?”

“Doing it in the butt.” His cheeks blush.

“Um…well…I don’t really remember.”

“You’re sucha liar.” You slur. “Go ‘head, tell her. S’fine.” When did you get so drunk?

“It just feels really tight, nothin’ really more to it than that.”

“But weren’t you worried about like making a mess or something?”

“Not really. Girls were all clean, used a condom and some lube.”

“I heard you’re supposed to use your fingers first though.” Sarah says.

“You can put a condom on your fingers.” You scrunch your face at the uncomfortable feeling.

“So what, did some girl say fuck me in the ass?” You ask. “Like how does that even happen?”

“Heat of the moment, was a long time ago, love.” He puts his hand over yours.

“I know. I’m not like mad or anything. Was before we knew each other.” You smile reassuringly.

He leans in and kisses you, and you kiss him back. His lips were cold from the frozen drink.

“Okay, okay, not hostin’ a make out party.”

“Aw, but dad.” Harry says, breaking your kiss. “I just like her sooo much.” You giggle.

“Maybe we should get goin’. I cannot wait for the party tomorrow, s’gonna be so much fun.”

“S’gonna be a rager.” Niall says, leaning into Sarah more.

Harry takes his phone out to order an uber. Neither of you were in any condition to drive.

“I’ll have t’pick m’car up tomorrow.”

“S’no problem, mate.”

“S’here babe.” Harry gets up, and helps you to your feet.

“Thanks for a great night guys.” You give Sarah a hug goodbye.

//

Harry gives you a piggyback ride up the stairs to your door. Both of you giggling the entire time. He keys into your now shared space, and brings you right into the bedroom. You hop off his back.

“I have to pee so bad.” You shuffle into the bathroom. You feel an immense amount of relief. You wash your hands and come back out. Harry was just taking his rings and watch off.

“Baby.” You whine.

“Hm?”

“Can’t reach my zipper.” You pout. He smiles at you. You were just so stinking cute.

“Course.” Both of your eyes were glazed over. “Might want this off too.” He tugs at the scarf around your neck. He unravels it, and hands it to you. He turns you around and unzips your dress. “Such a nice color on you.” He turns you back around. “Really makes those beautiful eyes shine even brighter.”

“Ya think so?” You tug at his shirt and start to unbutton it as you get on your tip toes to kiss him. You stick your tongue in his mouth. Your fingers lace through his hair. “Please fuck me, Harry.” This would be your third time today.

“You sure you feel up to it?” He rests his forehead against yours, rubbing your arms. His touch raising goosebumps on your skin.

“Mhm. Want you so bad, need you.” He loved hearing you talk like this. He wanted to hear every dirty thought you had leave your lips.

“Need me?” He kisses your cheek, then just under your earlobe. You moan out, and push his shirt off his shoulders.

“Feel so empty, won’t you fill me up?” You look up at him through your lashes, and pout again. “Don’t tease me Harry, s’not nice. Like at dinner, you said you wouldn’t tease me if we had sex before we left, and you did it anyways.” You swallow. “Thought I had been a good girl for you.” He tilts your head up by the chin. Your words send a tingle up his spine.

“You were a very good girl.” He tucks some hair behind your ear. “Think ya should be rewarded?” You nod yes. “I agree.” He smiles.

He pushes your dress off your shoulders, and watches it fall to your feet. You had a black lace bra on. He reaches around to unhook it, effortless as usual. He tugs your nylons and panties down, and helps you step out of everything. He takes the rest of his clothes off, and gets you on the bed. He lays you down.

“So how would my baby girl li-.” He looks down and sees your eyes closed and lips parted, light snores coming from you. He wants to scream and wake you up. He finally got you talking like he always wanted, he wanted to see how much further you’d take it, how much further you’d let him take it.

He goes into the bathroom to do his nightly routine. He gets back onto the bed and lays on his back. He was incredibly hard. He could easily just go jerk it, but it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as if you were to take care of it. He tried to relax and fall asleep. The alcohol in his system making him drowsy.

//

You wake up around three in the morning, bladder full. Your head was still fuzzy. You slowly get up and go use the bathroom. Harry was turned away from you on his side. You get back into the bed, trying not to wake him. You remember him taking your clothes off, but you knew you fell asleep before you were able to do anything. You meant what you said earlier, you needed him. You inch closer to him, and spoon him gently.

Harry’s eyes flutter open when he feels your touch. His hard on coming back instantly. You press further into him, and lightly kiss his shoulder. You snuggle your face into his back, and stick your leg between his.

“You awake?” He whispers.

“Mhm.” He turns over to face you.

“Fell asleep on me earlier.” He giggles.

“M’sorry baby.” You lean your head on his chest. Without the alcohol in your system, you certainly weren’t feeling as confident with your words.

“Couldn’t sleep…” He takes your hand and puts it on his hard cock. “Look what ya did t’me.” You smirk.

“Not very nice of me was it?”

“Nope.”

“What do you say we go ahead and take care of this, hm?”

“Think it’s a great idea.”

You pull him on top of you, and start pumping him as his hand dives between your legs. Your back arches when you suddenly feel him knuckle deep.

“Fuck, Harry.”

“Like feelin’ me so deep?”

“Yes.” You moan. “Wanna feel your dick.” He kisses you and sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.

Harry retracts his fingers from you, and lines himself up, slowly pushing inside. You both moan out at the feeling, his swollen cock finding some relief from being inside you. The hand not propping himself up goes for one of your breasts and kneads it, fingers finding your nipple, and pinching it. Your wrap your legs around his waist, and he starts to move. Your head falls back into the pillow. You felt addicted to him, now more than ever. You always wanted Harry, but now that the two of you were having sex, real sex, it was like you wanted him quite literally every second of the day. You just wish you could adjust to him more easily, so when you wanted to go a second round you wouldn’t have to wait hours. Although, it was pretty fun to tease him.

You tug at his hair as he hits bottom, and quickens his pace a bit. He does all he can to not pound into you too hard, as much as he’d like to. He wanted to absolutely wreck you, to make you forget about any more person you’ve ever been with. To make it so you couldn’t even remember a time before him. He takes one of your legs and hooks his arm around it, getting in you at another angle.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.” He starts hitting that spot from within.

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Yes.” You moan.

“Touch yourself while I’m doin’ it.” You move a hand down your clit to rub yourself. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, you have no idea.” He nips at your jaw, and at the skin just under your ear.

“Harry.” You moan, music to his ears. “Harry.” He starts moving his hips in a circle to match the motions you’re making on yourself. “Harry!” Your eyes screw shut, he feels you pulse around him. Your legs shake as you ride out your high. “Shit.” You say out of breath. The orgasm you just had was indescribable. You weren’t sure how he was able to do this to you.

He doesn’t give you much time to recover before he starts thrusting in and out of you again. You were sensitive now, and over stimulated. The man with the inked skin, and chiseled chest hovering over you was the absolute love of your life. You never wanted to let go of him, ever. You feel tears start to well up. He looks down when he hears a sniffle, and immediately stops moving when he sees the wetness go down your cheeks.

“Fuck, what’s did I-“

“Don’t stop, babe.” You put your hands on his hips.

“But you’re...you’re crying, what happened?”

“Nothing, m’just happy. Happens sometimes when the o is that good.” You smile. He sighs with relief. “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you too, Jesus ya scared me.” Your eyes continue to leak. “You can stop crying.” He chuckles, and starts to move again.

“I’m trying, but it won’t stop.” You giggle.

He leans down to kiss you, tongues intertwining. You pull him as close as you possibly can. You realize now that you weren’t just fucking, you were making love. Your hands reach for his, and your fingers lace together. He brings them up over your head as he buries his face in your neck. He was breathing heavy, so lost in you he couldn’t take it anymore. You feel his hot come shoot inside you with sloppy thrusts. He stays on top of you for a few moments, both of you needing a second to catch your breath. He leans up and kisses you, you wrap your arms around him.

“I love you.” You say against his lips.

“Love you more.” He says right back.

//

After cleaning yourselves up, you cuddled and fell back asleep. You decided to go to the gym in the morning while Harry slept in. You would’ve slept in too, but you didn’t want to waste your second to last day off from work. When you came home, you saw a smoothie sitting on the counter for you, and Harry sitting at his desk. You take the drink and gulp it down. You come up from behind him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for making this, love.”

“No problem.” He smiles.

“M’just gonna go shower quick, and then do you wanna go grocery shopping? The fridge is barren.”

“Sure, sounds good.”

About two minutes into washing your hair, you hear the bathroom door click open. You knew he was going to follow you. You part the shower curtain slightly and give him a look.

“Hi.” He says.

“Hello.”

“Can I join you?”

“Sure.” You giggle. He takes his boxers off, and steps into the shower.

One decent shag, and three orgasms later, you both get out of the shower and get dressed. You were sore, there was no doubt about that. You had fucked more times than you could remember in such a short amount of time, but once it started to feel really good, you didn’t care how sore you’d be later. You grab your reusable shopping bags, get into his car, and head to the store. His large, ring clad hand stays on your thigh the entire time.

“You know, I really do like this new ring.” You say, twisting it on his pinky.

“Me too, perfect find.”

“You know which one I like best?”

“Which one babe?”

“The rose.”

“One of my favorites too.” He gives your thigh a squeeze.

Harry pushes the cart and watches you talk to yourself as you read from your shopping list. Everything you did was cute to him. From the way you’d furrow your brows at the prices, to the way your face would light up when you’d find a coupon for an item. He never really liked grocery shopping before. He always got frustrated with the people who would just stand around taking up space. But it was fun with you. You’d hold up different things to him and ask him which he’d prefer. You’d ask him what he’d like for dinner during the week. He was fully considered in whatever you were planning.

“We should probably pick something up to bring to Niall’s tonight.” You say scanning over your list to make sure you had everything you needed.

“Maybe a couple bottles of wine?”

“Good idea.” You kiss him on the cheek, and head down the liquor isle. “What do we think, red or white, oh maybe one of each?”

“One of each sounds good.”

You grab the bottles and stick them in the cart, making your way to the register. You stop short to look at him.

“What?”

“We haven’t talked about this yet, but just as we’re splitting the other bills now, I’d like us to split the groceries too. I don’t want you being sneaky and trying to pay for all of it, okay?” He wants to fight with you about it, but figures it’s a lost cause. Besides, splitting the groceries really did make a lot of sense.

“Alright, we’ll split ‘em.” You smile big at him, and start to place the items on the belt.

You take out your bags and hand them to the bagger. The cashier scans your coupon app.

“Harry Styles, is that you?” You both hear a woman say. She was pushing a cart with a smile child in it

“Lydia!” Harry exclaims, and give the woman a hug. “Oh my goodness, look at how big Marie has gotten!” The child beams up at Harry. “Haven’t seen you in ages Marie.” He holds his hand up for a high five.

“We need to come see you again soon.” Lydia turns to the side and rubs her stomach. Harry gives her another hug.

“Congratulations. I know how hard it was with you to get pregnant with this one.”

“Thank you so much, Mark and I are thrilled.” You make a coughing noise.

“Oh, sorry, Lydia, this is my girlfriend Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” You put your hand out to shake hers.

“Same to you. Wow, a girlfriend, last time I saw you I didn’t think that word was even in your vocabulary.”

“Very funny. Just moved in together believe it or not.”

“Wow! Congrats to you then. Listen, is your number still the same? I think in a month or so we’ll be ready to take baby announcement pictures.”

“Yup, all contact info is the same.” He smiles.

“Wonderful, I’ll definitely be calling. Your boyfriend here is the best photographer I’ve ever worked with.”

“He really is.” You smile.

“That’ll be $120.43.” The cashier breaks up the conversation.

“We’re going to split this.” Harry says, handing him his card first. “It was so good to see you.” He gives Lydia one last hug.

“You too. Talk soon.”

After you pay for your half, and get everything into the car, you ask how he came across Lydia.

“She and I actually go way back, she was a senior when I was a freshman. We had taken some random elective together and got paired up on a project. We became pretty good friends. She was already dating her now husband Mark, nice guy. I took their wedding photos for them. They had a really tough time getting pregnant. She lost two babies in the process, just awful.” You nod along. “When she was able to stay pregnant, I took her maternity photos, and then took newborn pictures for Marie. And I think we did one year pictures for her too. She’s about three now. Nice to see her carrying again.”

“That’s going to be so special when you take new photos from them.”

“That literally just made my day runnin’ into her.” He glances over at you, and raises your hand to his lips. “Shoppin’ with ya was pretty fun too.”

//

When you get home you work together to put everything away. You’ll meal prep everything you need tomorrow. You go into your closet trying to decide what you’ll wear tonight.

“How come you’re doin’ that now?”

“Just wanna see what I have hanging up.” You look over to your pile of dirty laundry. “Might wanna wear that blue dress I wore in London actually. So much laundry to do.” You pick up your basket and bring it over to your washer to throw a load in. “I can do yours too, just set your basket over here for me.”

“I can do my own laundry.”

“I’m already doing mine, I really don’t mind sweetie.” You press start on the washer. “In fact, I think today is going to be a chore day. I need to strip the bed and change the sheets, scrub down the bathroom, clean up the kitchen, dust vacuum.” He blinks at you.

“You do all that in one day?”

“Sure, then it’s all done for the week.”

“Alright, well I can wipe down the kitchen.”

“You’ll need to mop too. Swiffer’s in the pantry.” You wink.

You strip the bed, and put fresh sheets on. Then go into the bathroom and bleach it down. You were starting to sweat and your nose was beginning to run. You needed to take a break before the fumes made you pass out. Harry was leaning against the counter, phone in one hand, rag in another mindlessly rubbing a circle of cleaner around. You shake your head, and snatch the rag from him.

“Hey.” He says.

“That’s not going to clean anything.” You take the bottle of granite cleaner and spritz it across the island. You rub big circles one way, and go back over it another way. “You have to like wax on, wax off. I don’t mind doing this stuff. Maybe, could you just take of all the trash, and put new bags in?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t forget the trash in the hall bath too please. And then could you take a stack of toilet paper and replenish it under the cabinet in there?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you!”

You wipe down the kitchen while Harry takes out the trash. You finish up in the larger bathroom, and make your way to the washer and dryer to flip your load. Then you go down to the hall bath and clean up the sink and toilet.

“Harry, can you bring me the Swiffer please!” You yell to him. In a couple minutes he brings it to you.

You wipe down the tile in the bathroom, and then mop up your front hallway.

“Could you start vacuuming our room while I dust out here? Already dusted in there.” He loved hearing you say our room. He nods his head. You hear the vacuum turn on, and proceed to dust. The vacuum turns off only after a couple minutes and he wheels it out to you.

“That was quick.”

“Not a ton of floor to clean in there.”

“Did you get under the bed? Detach the nozzle to vacuum off the heat?” He doesn’t say anything, he just turns around and proceeds to do what you said.

Five minutes later he brings it back to you so you can vacuum the living area. He watches how you do it. Eyes squinting at every possible area dust might be. You detach the nozzle, get on your hands and knees and vacuum under the couch. Harry can’t help but smirk at the way your butt wiggles in the air. You get up and use the nozzle to vacuum the couch cushions as well. Harry had never done that before. You think of everything. Once you were done you hand it to him to put away. You look around, satisfied with how tidy and clean everything is.

“So…are we done?” He’s almost afraid to ask.

“Yup.” You plop down on the couch and turn the TV on. “Look at how much we got done today. I went to the gym, we went shopping, and now the place is all clean.”

“You do all the once a week? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you clean like that before.” He sits down next to you.

“I usually do a lot of it when you’re not here, but now that you’re here all the time we can do it together. Many hands make light work.” You kiss him on the cheek. You both decide on The Office.

You grab a throw pillow and put it next to the arm rest so you can lay your head down. You lounge on the couch, your body feeling ready for a nap. Harry sneaks in behind you to hold you as you both watch TV. You loved cuddling like this, just enjoying being close to each other. Your feel your eyes become droopy, but you jolt awake when you hear Harry laugh hysterically. You sit up to see tears forming in his eyes. He has to sit up to catch his breath.

“What happened?” He takes the remote to rewind it. Kevin dropped the chili pot.

“That gets me every time, the poor bastard!” He continues laughing. You laugh along with him. He wipes the few tears away. “Man, that is just good television.”

“Babe, you think you ready for some lunch? I’m gonna whip up a salad.”

“Yeah, I could eat. Need any help?”

“Nope, you stay.” You smile.

You chop up some lettuce and other veggies, and make up two bowls of salad for you and Harry. You come back over and it one to him.

“Thank you.” He kisses you on the cheek. You hear the dryer ding and get up. “I can flip the load if you want.”

“S’arlight, I got it.”

You flip the load, feeling relieved there’s only one more load that needs to go in the wash. You return to the couch and scarf down your lunch. You suck on a mint afterwards. A reminder goes off on your phone.

“Oh shit!”

“What?”

“My hair appointment is in half an hour! I completely forgot that was today. Fuck, and I washed my hair already.” You groan.

“So?”

“So my hairdresser is going to wash it again, that’s not good for your hair.” You stand up and grab your keys. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

“Hours?”

“Yeah, it takes like forty minutes for the color to sit, and then she’ll wash it, cut it, and style it.” You hold your phone up to look at your face “Could stand to get my eyebrows done too.” You kiss him on the cheek and head out the door.

Harry goes over to the desk and works on a project that he’s been putting together for you. Once all of the foils were in your head, you decide to send Harry a goofy snapchat. He nearly spits the water out he was drinking when he sees it. Not only were cute, but you were had a good sense of humor.

“How short are going? Gonna let me do something fun?” Your hairdresser asks you.

“Just some long layers like usual, I wanna keep growing it out. I like the way it looks in the high pony when it’s long.”

“Alright. Color is already looking great.” She starts to cut your hair. “We doing a blow out today?”

“Yeah that would be great, could you also throw some curls in? I’m going to a party tonight.”

“You got it. Once I’m done cutting it, I’ll bring you back over to wax your brows, should’ve done it while I was washing your hair.”

“Need my lip done too please.”

You really didn’t mind getting waxed. You had been getting it done for so long you could barely feel it anymore. In fact, you found it pretty relaxing while she plucked a few strays. Your lip, however, still hurt like hell anytime you had that done. You sigh when you feel the cool relief of the moisturizer hit your skin. She blows your hair out, and styles it how you like. She rakes her fingers through it create your waves.

“It’s perfect! Thank you so much.”

You leave a generous, holiday tip as you pay, and head back out to your car. Harry hears you key into the apartment, saves and closes down what he was working on.

“Well?” You say flipping your hair with your hands. “How’s it look?”

“Beautiful as always.” He furrows his brows at your face. “You’re a little red, love, ya feelin’ alright?”

“Oh! Yeah, I just got my eyebrows waxed is all.” You shrug and grab a glass of water. “It’ll go away soon.”

“Your lip’s red too.” He moves to put his thumb over it, but you swat him away.

“If you touch it now I’ll break out. I get my lip waxed too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, a lot of girls do.”

“It’s noticeable enough that you get it waxed?”

“Yeah. Hurts like a bitch too, but it gives me peace of mind so it’s worth it. My face always feels so clean after I get it all hair free.”

“How did I not know these things about you before?”

“Not sure, I usually wouldn’t see you right after having it done. It’s okay to not notice my lip hair babe.” You giggle.

“Well, your hair looks really pretty.” He takes an end between his fingers. “Very soft.”

“Don’t get any funny ideas, I don’t want it getting messed up before we go.”

“What if you were on top, won’t get messed up that way.”

“I’ll get sweaty. We can have sex when we get back.”

“Ya spoiled me yesterday, we haven’t done it all day.” He pouts. You roll your eyes playfully.

“Oh stop. I need to go figure out what I’m wearing. It’s gonna be cold tonight, I don’t really feel like wearing a dress.”

He follows you into the bedroom. You dig through your closet for something to catch your eye. You find a black lace dress you haven’t worn in a while. It was form fitting and deep cut. It had long sleeves, so you knew you wouldn’t be frozen.

“I’ll have to tape my boobs in, can’t wear a bra with this.” The back of the dress was deep cut as well.

“Thought you didn’t want to wear a dress.”

“This looks so cute though. And I have the perfect black nylons and heels to go with it. What are you going to wear?”

“Not sure. Might where my grey trousers and like a light pink button up.”

“Oh! That would look nice babe.” You find the garments he’s talking about on his side of the closet and lay them on the bed for him. You furrow your brows. “Yeah, I like that.” You look up and smile at him.

You put your makeup on in the bathroom, and pull your dress on halfway up. You grab your boob tape and do your thing to keep them in place, and pull the rest of the dress up. The dress never looked so good on you. You lean against the doorway when you see Harry. He’s cuffing the ends of his shirt. God, his butt looked so good in those pants. Sometimes you almost wished he worked a corporate job just so you could see him dress like that more. His eyes snap up to look at you and his jaw drops.

“You…you look so…fuck.” You push your hair away from your face and blush. “This is gonna be a long night.” You saunter over to him, and give him a kiss.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You grab a tube of red lipstick off your dress and go back into the bathroom.

He follows you in to watch you put it on. He liked watching you smack and rub your lips together. You blot your lips and pucker them in the mirror. Then you check your teeth to make sure nothing got on you.

Harry wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through the night without being able to touch you the way he was desperate for. You looked absolutely incredible, and you knew it. As you slipped your heels on and looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt truly powerful. You saw a version of yourself that hadn’t seen in a long time. You were happy to see her again.