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[harryskalechips]

Illicit affairs

A/N Hellooooo! I haven’t written in a while but enjoy this little sad piece inspired by Taylor Swift! Thank you for all the love! I hope you guys are doing well! Feel free to leave a kind message in my inbox ❤️

Y/N was a new intern at Colombia records when she met Harry Styles. Their relationship takes a turn however, when they start an affair.

Tw: Cheating

Thank you @harrysleftchelseaboot for letting me participate in your writing challenge! For any writers out there who want to give it a go make sure to check it out! I would love to read some new work. 

Prompts:

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

“I’d punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Leave.”

Note: I do not condone cheating whatsoever! Please mind that this story is fictional! As much as it makes me sad to paint Harry as a cheater, it’s part of this storyline I thought of as I listened to Taylor’s album, Folklore.

Word count: 5k / Masterlist

Y/N never knew she was going to be in this type of predicament. Falling asleep every night in a man’s arms, only to wake up alone in her cold sheets at dawn. For some odd reason, his vanilla scent smothered her atmosphere every time, leaving her in a subspace-like condition. She found her thoughts easily shifting to him or feeling the need to touch him. She’s whipped but sadly also clingy. 

Does she have an excuse to feel this way? She was only 21 when she began working as an intern at this man’s record label. He was her first serious relationship and although he was married -there always seemed to be a weird tension between them.

It all started when she was assigned to follow Rob Stringer through his meetings in 2017...nonetheless she met Mr. Harry Styles. One of the members of the biggest boy band, One Direction. She knew exactly who he was, especially since he was sexualized by the media too often at an early stage of his career. She knew his first solo album was a hit and that in her job description, she had to be present at every interview he had. She also knew that the ring on his finger was a symbol of love for his wife that he married a year ago. 

Months on end, she barely spoke to him. She was shy -feeling as if her personality would bore Mr.Styles. One night however as the team went out to celebrate his last show for live on tour, he himself invited her. 

They were at a club in New York -A very private one to be exact when Harry found himself too interested in the quiet intern. To be honest, his life at home (when he was there) wasn’t what he planned for. His wife was too busy, only fighting him whenever he stepped foot inside. She barely had any more interests in his music or his life -and suddenly, it felt like two strangers living in that mansion. It wasn’t an excuse for him to keep glancing at the girl as she danced with her co-workers nor was it an excuse for him to buy her a drink. Funny enough, he always thought of himself as a hopeless romantic since he was waiting for that particular someone to love him back once again and save his marriage. But before he could stop himself, he was already walking towards the girls dancing on the floor and getting to know them.

After that night at the club, Y/N felt different towards Mr. Styles. Of course, she was still intimidated but she now knew him on a more personal level, leading her to call him Harry instead. That night as they sat in one the booth upstairs, she listened to his jokes and stories and it made her start to have a little crush on him. But hey, he was married and she would never want to ruin a relationship. 

As her days became busier at Columbia -sorting papers and running for Coffee, She always glanced at the elevator hoping Harry Styles would come out and was in need of a conversation with Rob in person. She knew he probably called her boss though the phone but her brain was rummaging for ideas why he would start appearing in her life once again. That was until one day she heard Gina and Louise in the staff room during break talking about Harry coming in tomorrow. Boy, did her heart began to beat fast. Maybe, it was manifestation but she was a bit too excited to see him again as it’s been a couple of months since she last saw him. 

~

“Y/N,” Rob calls out for her as he plays with a pen in his hand. “Meet me in the main conference room in five minutes. I need you to note down my meeting today.” He gives her a small smile and quickly walks off. She knew full well that this meeting was about Harry Styles. 

As she sat beside Rob at the long table, she realized that the whole table was filled with people from publicity and other departments. Right in front of her was the man she’s been thinking of, beside him was his manager. It’s not like she was deeply infatuated with him but she did love thinking about his pretty eyes. 

Matter of fact, as she first glanced at him, her eyes already met his. He was smiling and staying quiet as the meeting immediately began but his fingers played with his pen as he watched her. She was too focused on the shittier details of what they were discussing. He wanted to tell her so badly that she didn’t need to write some things down but he was having fun watching her bite her lip in stress. He wasn’t smooth though. Since she was already feeling his gaze burning through her. 

As the meeting went on, Harry became a bit more serious about why he came into the office. They were in the talks of his new second album and now, they had to plan publicity and tour. Some of the staff even asked how his trip to Japan was and although he was so excited to share his fantastic experiences, it was sad to mention how his wife didn’t even bother coming along. 

“Are you not going to say hi to me?” Harry teases Y/N as they’re the last ones to leave the conference room after their long meeting. She had to clean up the table while he chose to sit in his chair, pretending to do important things on his phone. When he waved bye to everyone as they left the room, he pointed at his phone, explaining he needed a few minutes to send “important emails” -he just wanted to catch up with his new friend, Y/N.

“Hi.” She tries her best to act normal and unaffected by his presence. “Sorry, I couldn’t say hi earlier. When Rob said five minutes, I didn’t know the meeting was already taking place.” Harry laughs at her apology since he wasn’t petty at all for her lack of greeting today. 

“I was just teasing. How are you?”

“I’ve been good.” She smiles back at him as she tosses the last remainder of paper cups in the bin. “I think the last time I saw you was last year. Where have you been?”

“Why did you miss me?” He raises his brow as he spins his chair a bit. He gives her a smirk as he watches her lean herself on the table. 

“Just a bit. I loved watching your interviews.” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms against her chest. “At first I wanted to sleep through them but now I rather go through those back and forth instead of, filling random sheets out for Rob.”

“Heyy, I think I’m pretty interesting during interviews.”

“Oh no! Don’t get me wrong you are! It’s just you have such a raspy voice and you talk so slow! You can literally put me to bed anytime.”

“Am I talking slowly right now?”

“Just a bit. I haven’t seen you in a while. I kind of forgot!” She laughs. “ What else did you do other than Japan? Spent some time with your wife?” Y/N wasn’t going to lie… bringing up his wife kind of made her uncomfortable but she knew this was a good way to get to know him in a friendly way. 

Harry couldn’t help but give out a humourless scoff as he rests his head back on the chair. His eyes, however, meet her’s again. She couldn’t help but watch his adam’s apple bob up and down. 

“Marriage is hard you know. If I’m being honest with you, I haven’t spoken to her in a week. She’s been on vacation, travelling in Europe I think with her best friends.”

“She’s a model, right? She must have a lot of free time. I’m sure she can make space for you.” Harry slaps his knee in sarcastic humour as he shakes his head at Y/N’s innocent idea of who his wife truly is now. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s more complex than I thought. I haven’t really been in a relationship at least a long term one.”

“Are you free tonight?” Harry asks her out of the blue.

“Yes.” 

“Can I come over? We don’t need to do anything but I would love to hang out with you and I don’t know... forget I have all these responsibilities.”

“Sure.” What Y/N didn’t know that this night would forever change her relationship with Harry.

~

It was late in the night as Harry sat on Y/N’s couch talking to her about everything. His life, his career, his marriage. Usually, it wasn’t easy for him to open up so quickly to a stranger but for some odd feeling, his gut was telling him that he could trust this pretty girl beside him. It’s like he knew she was trustworthy and non-judgemental. 

Ever since he first noticed her during his meetings, he found himself involuntarily glancing at her. That was until he grew some balls and invited her to his after-party. Maybe, He did find her pretty and a bit too hot but even if his marriage is going through the rocks, he did not want to cheat. He didn’t want to be that type of guy. Yet during his time in Japan, he found himself thinking of what would happen if he was single right now? Would he actually make a move on her?

“What are you thinking of?” The same woman calls him out as she takes a swing of the wine bottle into her mouth. 

Yes, the found themselves enjoying Harry’s expensive red wine so now they’re passing the bottle. 

“You.” He was a bit tipsy and so was she but they were still sober enough to choose their words properly. 

“Me? Why me? Why not that hot model you call your wife.”

“She left my mind before I even met you.”

“Yet you’re still with her. Why?”

“I don’t know.” He looks at her as he takes a sip of wine. 

“Okay, so why are you thinking of me? Are you happy you have a new friend?” Her cheeks were very red at his confession but she was trying to make herself believe it was because of the alcohol. 

“I’m happy that I finally got to know the girl who sat quietly in the corner during my interviews.” He smirks at her as he watches her try to hide a smile. 

“I was intimidated by you!” 

“Why was that, love?” Y/N was not expecting him to call her that. She places the almost empty wine bottle on her coffee table and sits back in her same position as she’s wrapped in the same blanket Harry is.  

“You’re Harry Styles. Every woman is head over heels for you and Every man wants to be you.”

“Are you head over heels for me?” Harry squints his eyes as he says the first thing that comes out of his mouth. It wasn’t his intention to flirt with her but they both knew they had overpowering chemistry. The only thing holding them back is well… Harry’s marriage. 

“No.” She bluffs. He continues to look at her. “Fine, a bit but you’re married so I know how to control myself.” 

“What happens If I can’t?” his tone drops as he mumbles to himself. “I’m sorry what?” Y/N chokes as she looks at him. 

“I know I’m married fuck.” He sits up and rubs his face in frustration. “It’s just I never wanted a girl so bad after my marriage. I shouldn’t! I should be happily married but for some shit reason, I can’t get my mind off of you.”

“Harry, there’s consequences about what we’re talking about right now.” Y/N sits up as well as she watches him. Does it still count as cheating if his wife is barely in his life anymore? 

“I know. I’m sorry. I know you aren’t that type of girl. I would never disrespect you like this. I should leave.” He begins to stand up immediately. Y/N says nothing as she follows him to the front door of her apartment. 

“Thank you for coming, Harry.” She opens the door to let him out. He simply nods as he walks past her through the door. As she watches him walk down her hallway, she closes the door. How was she feeling? Well, she was trying her best to not feel regret but instead relief. She leans her body on the wooden surface, trying to make herself feel happy that nothing happened between them -Yet her heart was beating too fast for a guy she had just met.

The loud pounding on her door, however, makes her head shut up. She immediately opens it to find no one other than the curly-haired man who had just left her apartment a minute ago.

He immediately grasps her face into his hands as he kisses her eagerly, making her shut the door behind him. His body quickly pushing her’s against the wall, as his lips attack her jaw down to her neck. Her hands resting on his shoulders as she leans her head back to give him more area to leave his soft licks and kisses. 

“Shit Y/N. You’re making me go crazy.” 

“Harry.” She moans as he rubs himself against her centre. He whispers a command to her, making her jump and wrap her legs around his waist and he carries her to the first surface in his line of sight, which is her dining table. It was a dark wood wooden table that was meant only for eating purposes.

He helps her take off the sweater she was wearing as she throws it behind it her without a care. With her hand, she guides his mouth back to hers, making them both moan as this sexual tension is finally being relieved. Her nipples became hard in an instant as they felt the cold temperature. 

“Where’s your bedroom?” He pulls away as he’s unbuttoning his shirt. His mouth was open a little bit from their heated makeout and his lips were juicy pink after kissing her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

“You want to fuck me right here?” Y/N blurts. She wasn’t the type to have sex with a new partner for the first time on her dining table but her room was a mess and she was a bit shy letting him in there. 

“Are you that eager baby?” A smirk plays on his lips as he tosses his shirt. “Well If you’re that needy, why won’t you take off my pants?” Y/N’s cheeks turn red as she reaches forward to unbuckle his jeans. “You know, how fucking long I’ve been jerking off with my right hand?” Harry asks as his hand runs through her soft hair, letting his thumb rub against her pink plump lips. 

“For a long time, Daddy?” She murmurs against the pad of his thumb as she lets his thumb enter her wet mouth. 

“Look at you, you’re a little devil.” Harry pushes his pants off until they reach mid-thigh. He quickly helps her out of her tights, pulling them off her almost instantly that she had to hold onto him. “Should I get a condom?” He pants as his hands involuntarily run themselves against her soft thighs.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too.” He looks down at her closed legs as he pumps himself a bit. “I promise.” Y/N nods as her hands guide his body back closer towards her.

 “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” He whispers as he watches her show him her wet needy sex. “Fuck, you look so good right now.” He leans in to kiss her more. His mouth going south as they reach her breast. His mouth sucks on her nipple as the other grabs and rolls her the other one.

“Fuck stop teasing me. I need you.”

“Beg for me, Y/N. I know you want to.”

“Harry please!” She feels his hand directing his wet cock to her centre. Teasing her and playfully slapping her entrance. “Daddy!” His eyes immediately stop looking down as he grabs her hair, making her look at him. 

“You okay with this love? Do you like it rough?” Y/N nods her head as she stares into his eyes. 

“I need you to use your words, baby.”

“Yes, I want it rough.” 

“What did you call me earlier?” A cheeky smile forms on his face as he watches this little girl about to crumble in his hand. 

“Daddy.”

“You’re going to keep calling me that or what?”

“Only if you want me-” Harry inserts himself in her, making her choke on her sentence. 

“What do you call me?” He leans a bit further downs so their bodies rub against each other as his arm supports her back while the other hand chokes her neck. 

“Daddy! Fuck, I call you daddy!” 

“I know I’ve been deprived of some good sex but you feel so fucking tight! Do guys not know how to fuck you?”

“Only you can.” Harry pulls his hand away from her neck and instead grasps her face so she can watch their centres connecting. 

“You like that view? Is it turning you on? You’re fucking clenching me, baby!”

“Harder, daddy.” Her arm wraps around his shoulder as he pulls away and turns around, making her bend on the table.

“You want it harder baby? I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never be able to sit at this table without remembering how I fucked you so good.”

~ The day after their first time sleeping with each other scared Y/N. As much as she tried to avoid letting Harry see her messy room, they ended up in there anyway. They participated in a couple more rounds and a deep conversation too until they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. 

What Y/N was scared of was how Harry would react when he woke up in her sheets. Of course, they weren’t too drunk last night but the alcohol did give them a confidence boost. Now it’s the day time and they have to deal with this new boundary they had just crossed. 

“Good morning.” A raspy voice speaks up as she sets her head on her hand. Her elbow putting all its pressure on her pillow while she watches the man who’s laying on his stomach smile at her.

“Hi.” She gives a soft smile back. Harry immediately notices the hickeys on her neck, making him not guilty but a bit more proud.

“I marked you.” Y/N’s eyes widen as she sits up and wraps her hands around her neck. “Why you don’t like them?” Harry fixes his position too so he can rest his back against the headrest. He rubs his eyes for a few seconds before helping her straddle his waist. “What’s wrong, Baby?”

“You’re married.” Her finger mindlessly traces one of the sparrows on his chest. 

“I know.”

“You think she’ll get mad?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think she cares.”

~ Y/N and Harry’s affair went on for months that they even reached his tour and new album reveal. Although they never said the three most important words, Y/N already knew it was there.

What she loved the most these past months with Harry was their privacy.  The secret hookups in changing rooms, the knowing glances in a room full of strangers, and their affectionate touches when they had to pass things to one another in front of her boss. 

She knows he’s married and there was no doubt, they fought about his relationship status. But Harry explained that divorces in Hollywood were more complex than for a regular couple. And while Y/N pretended to understand, she truly didn’t. She didn’t understand why he had to keep up this act of being in a happy relationship when he can simply leave his wife -not for her benefit but for his own happiness. Still, every time this fight occurred, they chose to sweep it under the rug. Maybe it was because she wasn’t ready to lose him. He had always been so persistent on his reasoning why he’s been delaying that action. She was scared that he would leave her during another fight only to run back to his wife. What she didn’t know was that she may be a bit too right, after all, he wasn’t ready to admit that his marriage was over. 

“Hi, Baby!” Y/N opens her door to find her “boyfriend” with a bouquet of flowers. 

“Hi!” She wraps her arms around him in a hug as she lets him enter her apartment that they know too well. If she had to be truly honest... despite having so much alone time with Harry, she’s never been on a date with him but you know -that’s something she had to let go when she decided to get involved with a famous married man. Yet it still didn’t stop her heart from feeling envious when she would be in the restaurant with her friends watching a random couple have dinner together.

Harry takes his hood off and hands her the flowers. “I’m sorry I couldn’t text you this past couple of days. You know that woman who lives with me.” He sighs and gives her a kiss on the lips before continuing on, “We were having lunch together and she noticed I wasn’t wearing my ring anymore so we fought.”

“So you’re wearing it.” Y/N places the flowers on the table and crosses her arms.

“I have too.”

“No, you don’t Harry. She’s only wearing her’s for show. You’ve been cheating on her for seven months!” Y/N snaps at him. She hated it when he wore his ring. It was just a real sign that maybe he was lying to her during the times, he said he was over their marriage and he was going to leave her when things become less complicated.

“Baby, hey stop yelling.” He walks towards her so he can wrap his arms around her. “I’m sorry. You know I care so much about you. Please don’t cry.”

“I can’t stand that you’re married to another woman. Please leave her Harry.” Y/N pulls away as she holds onto his shoulders, begging him. “Please.”

“I’ll try.” He breathes out.

“You’ll try?” She pulls away immediately looking at him. “What do you mean? Have you not been trying to do that these past few months!” He rubs his face in frustration. 

“It’s hard Y/N. I told you countless times.” “I know it’s hard but what’s stopping you from doing it! You told me that you don’t want to lose me but for some odd reason, it seems like you don’t want to lose her!”

“She was my first love Goddammit!” He finally yells back at her. 

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie and they lie and they lie

A million little times

 They both found themselves caught off guard as the silence screamed in their ears. How could this safe space where they spent their nights rolling in the sheets feel so… indifferent? “Harry please be 100 percent honest with me.” Y/N backs away slowly as she reaches a few feet apart from Harry. “Do you want to leave her?” 

Silence.

“You told me you did? Did you change your mind?” Her eyes widen as she watches the man in front of her absolutely speechless. “I’d punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.” She lets out a sarcastic laugh. 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”  He stares at the ground with his hands in his jeans. “Of course, I want to leave her! It’s just-”

“Leave.”

“What Baby no!” He quickly looks up and tries to make his way towards her. 

“Harry, stop. What we have is over! I’m not going to let you use me until your stupid sick marriage fixes itself!”

“Y/N that wasn’t my intention I swear! You know what marriage means to me! I can’t simply-”

“Fuck what you think of marriage! You don’t want to leave her but you rather continuously hide me while you go to awards with her -While you go on fucking dates with her!”

“It’s for publicity-”

“I don’t care!” She screams. “I realized that this isn’t working out and we should stop!” The pressure in her chest was making her hyperventilate. “We should have stopped months ago!”

“Fuck I don’t want to lose you, please. You’re the only thing that’s been making me so happy.” He reaches out to take her hands but she simply pulls away.

“Harry! Listen to yourself! You’re married! I’m starting to think you have a fear of having a failed marriage like your mom and dad! But please for the love of God, don’t drag me around because I won’t let you!” Harry’s faces change into anger as he gives her a cold look.

 “Well don’t drag my parents’ marriage into this! I told you that because I trusted you not so you can use it against me!”

“That’s not what I was trying to do!” Y/N pleads. “You won’t lever her Harry! You won’t!” 

“How do you think people will react!” He gestures with his hands. “ After three years of marriage, Harry Styles is getting divorced!” He mimics a random news reporter.

“So-” “I’m not going to let myself be categorized under Hollywood’s failed marriages!” “It was already failing before you met me! Can’t you see I just want you to be happy!”

“I am happy when you’re with me!”

“Well, I’m not!”

“You don’t mean that.” Harry scoffs as he runs his hand through his hair in frustration. 

“How can I not? I’m hearing stories every day about your fights at home. This isn’t even a relationship Harry! It’s an affair! An illicit one! And I-I’m a secret!”

“I don’t want to share you with the public! They will judge us and they’re going to ruin you as they ruined me!” He rambles on. “I’ve been stalked and judged for things I didn’t know matter!” 

“I would rather go through that with you -than to watch you from far away and only have you with me when we’re here inside this apartment.” She points at the floor. 

“I can’t Y/N. I can’t let that happen and I won’t.”

“Then this is over then.” She quickly wipes her tears as she notices Harry doing the same. The yelling seemed to die down as they finally realized that this problem they tried to ignore wasn’t going anywhere.

“You know… for some reason, you taught me a lot of things.” Harry clears his throat as he wipes his wet palms on his pants. “Despite only letting you have one half of me. You somehow took over my whole mind. God, I would love to fight for you Y/N.” He looks at her as he feels tears forming in his again. “I do - I truly would.” A pause happens before he continues, “ For you, I ‘d ruin myself a million times but I would never let you do the same.” He emphasizes to her. “ I don’t want to let you go but I know I should because even if I go get that divorce, I’d still want to keep you as my secret -and that’s not what you want.” 

“I-” Y/N stops herself. She wanted to tell him that she loves him but she knew it wouldn’t help them at all. “I’ll still see you for a while. After my internship though, I’ll be gone.”

“Do you think we’ll stay in touch.”

“I don’t think we should.” She blurts it out as her eyes glance at the fresh bouquet sitting on her table. 

“Alright. I guess that’s it.” Harry sniffles a bit before walking to the door. “I’ll see you.”

“Goodbye.”

And Y/N thought she wouldn’t have to see him again after her internship. Although her heart was broken, she found herself counting the days until she can find a new job. After their unexpected ending, she no longer found herself lonely in the mornings but during the nights too. 

The days he came by the office were more difficult than she thought. She would still feel his gaze on her during their meetings but he no longer greeted her nor gave her any attention. He would walk right past her desk when he visited the office but he would act as if he never knew her in the first place - Not a glance or a wave. 

And that was fine with Y/N, at least she tried her best to think it was. Until her meeting with Rob a week before Harry’s album release. 

~

“Y/N, I would love to offer you a job here at the company. I  will give you a position in Marketing for Harry Styles.” Rob hands her a manila folder across the table. “ You know a few months ago, he spoke about your hard work and how much potential you have and he’s right. This would look great on your resume and the pay will be better here than if you were to start off at another company.” 

Days of thinking and non-stop anxiety flooded Y/N’s mind. She knew her plan was to cut all ties with the pop star but the career that had just been handed to her had so much potential. Potentiality can help her with her student loans and give her a more comfortable life. She would be stupid if she passed the offer because of him. So with no more hesitation, she took her phone and called Rob.

“I’ll take the job offer.”

Part two here!!

[itisannak]

Rose-Colored Glasses (A Harry Styles Sugar Daddy Fic) / Part 3: New York, Amalfi Coast & Rome

Summary: (Y/N) is a 21-year-old student at the New York Institute of Fine Arts. When money becomes tight, she signs up to Seeking Arrangement, where she meets Harry Styles, a 30-year-old executive, who just wants a normal friend. Or, maybe more��� (Smut /  Unprotected Sex / Oral)  (For @finelinesupremacy​  Writer’s Appreciation Writing Challenge) (Words: 8.9k) (Part 1:  New York City, Part 2: New York City & Aspen, Part 4: Epilogue) (Rose Colored Glasses Vol. 2, Part 1: New York, Part  2: New York, Upper East Side ,  Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City , Part 4: Upper East Side, New York City & Low Manhattan, New York City , Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland, Part 6: New York, Zurich, London / Epilogue; Hawaii)

“I love being at your house…” “You do?” “Yeah… It is the most normal part of my day.” He smiles, sitting on the floor before the coffee table. “You should definitely come more often, then. I am sorry we are eating on the coffee table…” I take a sit close to him, opening the containers of Chinese food. “It is fine. I like it like that.” He smiles at me, picking up the bottle of wine to serve some in our glasses. “How was your day?” I ask him, serving him some dumplings. “It was weird. I kept thinking of how much I wanted to go away.” “Go away where?” I ask him, looking at him with knitted eyebrows. “I don’t know. Away. I want to leave town.” “Forever?” “No, that would be impossible. For a couple of days, on a little retreat. I didn’t enjoy the trip to Aspen. And God knows when was the last time I took a vacation.” He replies. “Maybe you should… You need a few days off. And of course, you didn’t enjoy Aspen. You were preoccupied with the deal from the moment we arrived. And on your day off, we stayed in the hotel room. All that rain ruined our plans.” I reply. “I had fun on my day off. I know it didn’t go as planned, but it was fine. Especially when you got tipsy and had me type your dissertation.” “The keys were jumping before my eyes.” I giggle. “I noticed. The typos on that last paragraph…” “Well, wine and typing don’t go well together for me.” “It was so funny, having you slur out sentences for me, giggling in between.” “I have told you I am not holding my liquor well.” I laugh, digging into my fried rice. “You are adorable when tipsy. A giggling mess.” He pinches my cheek softly as I take my first bite. “Where do you think of going on vacation?” I ask him, making him shrug. “I don’t know. I always wanted to travel to Italy, go around a bit, then maybe rent a yacht to explore the little islands.” “That sounds dreamy. They have amazing food, great architecture, museums that take whole days to explore. And the islands are beautiful…” I sigh, dreaming of the place with my eyes open. “Have you been?” He asks me. “No, but it is my dream vacation. I have searched so many traveling guides…” I reply. “When do you think you will be available?” He asks me, making me look at him confused. “Available for what?” “For the trip to Italy. When should I book it?” He asks me. “You can’t be serious… Harry, that is insane…” “Why? It will be pretty boring going alone.” He replies. “I don’t know what to say.” “Just tell me when you will be available.” “From the 3rd week of May and onwards…” I reply. “Let’s say June then. I was thinking for a month-long vacation…” “A month-long? Will the company last that long without you?” I ask him and he shrugs. “They will be fine without me. My assistant and all the directors will be there.” He replies. “Can I ask for something? I mean, I know that even you taking me with you on this trip is a huge favor, but can I ask for one more?” “Of course, anything.” “Can we leave the second week of June? Spend mid-June to mid-July in Italy. The Mediterranean is magical at that time of the year.” I ask and he nods. “That’s all? That’s the easiest favor I have ever been asked.” He replies, taking a sip from his wine.

Per our agreement, Chrissy calls my phone at 10. Harry and I have long finished our meal and have been chatting away over our wine. Deliberately, I left my phone in my bedroom, so I could have an excuse to head there and take off my clothes. I slip the matching robe we bought on, tying it loosely so the lace of my lingerie can be seen without me layering off the satin cover. I take a deep breath, still unsure of what I am about to do. But fuck, have I been dreaming of this moment for the past week… I fix my posture and walk out of the bedroom, trying to mask the fact I am trembling down to my core. “It has gotten a bit late, hasn’t it? Should I get going?” Harry asks me, mindlessly looking at his phone. “You can stay… You should stay.” I reply, earning his attention. He looks at me surprised, scanning my body. “Please stay…” I plead, untying the belt of my robe. “What are you doing, love?” He asks me. I let the robe pool at my feet, moving ahead but still keeping a distance from him. “I have been thinking about you… And I know you have to. So, if you want, we can upgrade this friendship…” I try to sound as seductive as I can, looking at Harry in the eye. He shifts from his spot a little, before standing up and walking towards me. “Are you sure you want that?” He asks me, eyeing me up and down, taking in my appearance. “More than anything. I have been thinking about you for so long…” I reply. He nods his head, pulling my close to his body by my waist.

He rests his hand on my cheek, pulling me in for a kiss. My eyes roll to the back of my head, feeling his lips merge with mine, my body filling with tingles. He kisses me softly and slowly, taking a small taste before he traces my bottom lip with his tongue. I part my lips for him, letting him kiss me deeply as his hand moves to the back of my head. My hands move to his hips, holding onto them to keep him close to me. I don’t want this to end, I don’t think I will ever get enough of the taste of his lips. So I groan when he moves his lips from my lips, trailing them down the side of my mouth, to my chin then jaw and neck. “I am going to take you to your bedroom now…” He whispers, kissing around my neck to find my sweet spot. “Please…” I whimper, feeling him softly push me towards it.

I am shoved on top of the bed, with Harry’s hand gripping on my jaw tightly. He looks at me with glazed eyes, licking his lips as he looks down my body. “Lace looks good on you…” He comments, tracing his finger over the lace trim on the decolletage. “I bought it just for you.” I reply and he chuckles. “I like the sound of that…” He hums, lowering the strap of the lingerie. I like the way he is touching me, barely grazing my skin. It is like he is teasing me, as if he enjoys the way my skin erupts in goosebumps. He lowers his face to my neck, sucking on my skin softly and grazing his teeth over every mark he leaves there. I gasp when his fingers move the cup of my lingerie away and his mouth latches on my nipple. I feel heat shoot right through me, my stomach tied in a knot as he sucks harshly. His hand moves down my body, finding its way to my sex. With his fore and middle finger, he rubs my still clothed sex, making me shriek and cover my face with my hands. His lips leave a wet trail from one breast to the other, his tongue darting past his lips and circling around my nub. His lips and his hand working me on make me feel like floating. “You like it when I do that?” He asks me with a smirk, lowering even more on my body. He plants a kiss over my navel, the lace that dips into my skin more while he presses his lips there making me ticklish. He spreads my thighs more, lowering his face to my clothed sex. I feel his breath on my pussy, which only accentuates how wet I am. He pushes the bottom of the lingerie aside, revealing my core to him. “You have such a pretty pussy, baby.” He praises, running his fingers down my slit, soon joining them with his mouth. “Fuck…” I buck my hips up instinctively, pushing my sex more on his face as his tongue moves masterly on it. He flicks over my clit time after time, gathering some of my wetness from my entrance. It only makes him hungrier, turning him rougher and bolder, plunging his tongue deep inside me.

My clit gets the attention it -oh so desperately- craves from his thumb, which strokes it fast as his tongue moves inside me. Without realizing it, my thighs are shutting around his head, which causes him to cease all activities. “No, no, don’t stop…” I plead, my chest rising and falling as my breath gets hard to leave my lungs. “You shouldn’t have tried to shut your thighs if you didn’t want me to stop…” He teases, crawling up towards me. “I am sorry. I am so sorry. You were just so good.” I whine, making him coo at me, only for me to realize a second later that he is doing it sarcastically. He tears the bodysuit off of my body, grabbing it by the neckline and tearing the lace apart, and exposing my body to him. His eyes are a shade darker, pupils blown out as he looks at me hungrily. “You are going to have to fucking control yourself if you want me to make you feel good.” He spits out, face tensing as he grips on my throat. I gasp, surprised by how good it feels to have his hand there. I throw my head back and close my eyes, thrashing as I try to invite him to touch me. He leans closer to me, teeth biting onto my earlobe and pulling softly. “Oh, you are so pretty like that… Naked underneath me… Better than I dreamt you would look.” He rasps, letting go of my throat. I gasp, hands moving to touch the skin he touched, wincing a little as his fingerpads have left bruises on my skin. I haven’t realized how tightly he was choking me until now; I guess in my haze I wasn’t aware.

I watch as he strips off his clothes; first his shirt, then his leather belt, which coils and throws above my head. Then his pants and boxers, freeing his boner which springs against his stomach. “You are going to keep your legs open for me…” He demands, wrapping his hands around my knees. “Yes, sir…” Compliance with his needs comes out of me naturally. “Do you have condoms?” He asks me. I sit up, sliding to the side of my bed and opening the drawer, finding the box of condoms right where I put them this afternoon. I pick one out, tearing the foil apart as kneel on my mattress, mirroring Harry’s posture. I reach down his body, taking his cock in my hand and stroking it as my lips contact his neck. I trail down, soon mapping from his clavicle down his happy trail, while my hand works slowly on his cock. I prop the rubber right before lining it down his cock, looking up at him to find him with his head thrown back.

I sit upright, bringing my lips to his. My hand travels to the back of his head, finding the hair that rests there and toying with it. He places his hand on the small of my back, softly pushing me until my back collides with the mattress. “You are such a good girl, baby… I will have to reward you for that…” He coos at me, spreading my legs back to his liking. He runs his cock up and down my slit, pressing on my clit with his tip. I am a dripping mess, in agony of his next move. When he thrusts in me, I feel myself tensing. I whimper and squeeze my fists, gathering my bedsheets in my hands. “Oh fuck.” He groans, bringing his hand down my hips. He grips onto them, holding me pinned to the mattress. He moves slowly, thrusting inch by inch inside me until he bottoms out. “Fuck me harder, please… Fuck, Harry… Fuck me harder.” I beg, digging my nails into his arms. He grabs me by the chin, forcing me to look at him as he slams his hips down on mine. “I am going to make you regret that request…” He growls, using his full weight on his thrusts. He lets go of my chin, reaching for my hands that are still on his shoulders and pinning my wrists above my head. “I am going to fucking wreck you… That’s what you want, isn’t it, sweetheart?” He rasps, pounding into me. He doesn’t go fast, but he reaches deep inside me with a force that makes his tip press on my soft spot. “I want you. All of you.” I whimper, enjoying the way my body responds to him. I am covered in goosebumps, my stomach pulsing inside me, more and more with every time he slams into me. “Fuck… Princess… You are so tight around my cock. You were made for me, weren’t you?” He groans, tightening his grip on my wrists and lowering his face to my neck. He bites into it, making me whimper in pain softly. “I was. Harry… I wanna touch you…” I plead, earning a scoff from him. “Then you’d better not dig your claws into my skin next time.” He muses. There is no love in the way he is fucking me, just him thrusting inside me with force, hitting my spot, and making me whine in pain and please. “Oh, God… Oh God, Harry…” I cry out, squeezing hard around him. I am getting closer and closer now, my body moving against his. Well, the best it can since his body is pressing mine against the mattress. “I am going to cum… I am going to cum… Oh, Jesus…” I groan, my face morphing into a frown as I chase my high. “I love how you use His name in vain while I am fucking your tight little pussy… It sounds so dirty coming from such an angelic face like yours.” He groans, burying his face in the nook of my neck. His teeth are grazing my skin, leaving marks on my flesh as he pushes his cock deep inside me. His breathing is rapid and inconsistent, sounding euphoric as he fucks me towards our orgasms. Not being able to touch him or myself right now only magnifies how good this whole thing is. “Harry…” I whine, feeling my stomach tighten and pulse one last time before I come undone around him. “Fuck… You should look at your face right now.” Harry utters, letting go of my wrists and grabbing onto my chin, moving it a bit to get a better look at my face.

He pulls out of me, discards the condom on the floor before kneeling by my head. He presses his thumb on my bottom lip, silently asking me to open my mouth for him, which I gladly do, making him bring his tip to my lips. He strokes his cock over my lips until he cums, throwing his head back. He looks disheveled, face tensed, and fazed out for just a moment.

I don’t think I even blinked from the moment he laid next to me to the moment he started dressing up. “Aren’t you staying?” I ask, pulling the sheets to my body. “I can’t. I have to go to the office early and I don’t have a change of clothes.” He replies. “You can’t just stay for a little longer. I… Harry, if you didn’t like it this time…” I begin but he leans down and plants a kiss on my lips. “It was nice… But if you want us to have sex again, you need to get on birth control…” He whispers. “I am already on birth control…” I reply and he sighs. “You should have told me earlier…” He murmurs, planting a kiss on my forehead. “I am sorry. When will I see you again?” I ask and he shrugs. “I am going to let you know when I am free. Ok, baby?” He asks me and I nod my head. “I wish you could stay. This doesn’t feel right…” I pout. “I promise I will stay next time…He replies, kissing my forehead softly as he goes back to getting dressed. I lay in bed, still naked and staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out why he acted like that. I really liked having sex with him, I liked how he touched me and how he felt on me and in me. But he seemed a bit off like he wasn’t really feeling it.

Fuck… He really hated it, didn’t he?

I open my eyes, groaning as I feel a chill run down my spine. I realize that last night I didn’t even bother putting my clothes back on, I just dozed off. I groan as I sit up, scratching my head as I bring my knees to my chest. I grab my phone from the nightstand, scrolling mindlessly through my socials. I really hoped I had a message from Harry, anything really. But there has been radio silence from his side and I don’t really know what to think of it. I get up from my bed, picking up my towel to hop in the shower before I officially start my day.

I let the water get warmer before I get in the shower, taking deep breaths of the steam that comes out. I feel the water cleans my skin, washing away last night’s events. I don’t regret having sex with Harry, but I do feel bad about how the night ended. I wish I had fought more for him to spend the night, I wish I somehow made him stay with me. I turn off the faucet and wrap myself in my fluffy, warm towel, thinking of what I should have for breakfast this morning.

I start my coffee maker and pop some bread in the toaster while I slip in my comfortable homewear. Before my coffee could fully brew, my doorbell rings, making me jolt and sprint towards my door. “Good morning. Ms. (Y/L/N)?” The delivery guy asks me, and I nod. “That’s she.” “I have a delivery for you. Can you please sign here?” He asks me, handing me a form and a pen. I sign by my name as he hands me an envelope and a bouquet. “Have a nice day, ma’am…” The man greets me off with a smile, walking towards the elevator as I shut my door.

I let the bouquet on my countertop, tearing the top of the envelope with the side of my nail. There is a note inside, along with a wad of money. The note reads ‘Hope you don’t mind your weekly allowance is in cash this week. Harry x-’ I take out the cash, counting the money as the thickness of the wad seems a bit odd. The total comes to 3,500$, way over the weekly allowance we had agreed on. There is a sting in my heart; did he really just paid me for sex?

I grab my phone and dial his number while I prep my mug for my coffee. “Hi, love. I assume you got the flowers already?” He cheers as he picks up. “I did. Along with the cash… There is an extra 1,000$ in the envelope. What is that for?” I ask; I don’t have time to play around, nor the patience to do so. “Well… It is a little gift for you… To treat yourself after last night’s events.” “Harry, this isn’t right. You are basically paying me for having sex with you.” I exasperate, feeling my face become hot. “No, no… This isn’t it. We had agreed we wouldn’t evolve sex in our ordeal. And last night we did. It seems only fair to upgrade the transaction part of our deal. I want to take care of you, make sure you don’t have to worry about anything else but our relationship. Plus, you need to start shopping for our getaway… I am sure the extra money will come in handy for a little bikini, or a pair of lingerie just for me…” He whispers the last part, which makes me bite my bottom lip. What he is saying, makes lots of sense in my head. “Ok then…” I reply and he chuckles. “Why don’t you get ready? I will send Vinny to pick you up and bring you to my office. We can have a light lunch together. I want to take you somewhere I am sure you will like.” He suggests. “What time should I be ready?” I ask. “Let’s say in an hour. I will tell Vin to wait in front of your building. Ok?” “Ok. See you then…” I hear myself purring; I was making fun of girls who do that and now how the tables have turned.

I wear a red floral dress that I have just bought last Monday; the weather is wonderful today, so the skin that is revealed from the short, thin fabric doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable or cold. “Good afternoon, Ms. (Y/N)… How are you?” Vinny asks me as he opens the door for me. I smile at him walking faster towards the car. “It has been very calm this far. How is your day going, Vinny?” I ask him back. He closes the door for me after I sit comfortably on the backseat, and walks to the driver’s seat. “It has been great this far, Ms. (Y/L/N). Thank you for asking.” He starts the car, pulling out of his parking spot. “Mr. Styles ordered me to take you to his office. He has a bit of work to do, so I will pass you through security and you will head to his office.” Vinny states and I nod my head. “Alright then…” I mumble, picking my phone out of my little purse.

The drive is fairly short; Harry’s office is apparently in one of those big buildings on the main street. Vinny was able to pass me through every security point until we reached one of the top floors. I knock on the door that has Harry’s name scribbled on a golden plaque, and wait until I hear the ‘Come in’. I walk in, smiling at Harry who is sitting behind his desk. “You are here already?” He asks with a cheer as his eyes land on me. “Turns out my house is pretty close to your office.” I reply. “Hm, I never realized. Come here…” He calls me over, patting the top of his thigh. “Vinny told me you have work to do. I don’t mind going to a coffee shop nearby and wait there.” I state and he shakes his head. “I have been thinking about you all day… I need you here.” He pulls me by my wrist softly, making me land on his lap. “You have?” “Yes… Last night was playing in my head over and over again. I wanted to call you in bright and early but I knew you would be the only thing I would have my attention on.” He replies, prying my head closer to his by placing his fore and middle finger on my jaw and pushing it towards him. “You wore a dress?” He points out, bringing his free hand to the hemline of my floral dress. “You like it? I bought it last week and it felt like the perfect match for this weather.” “It is amazing on you. I love the neckline.” He whispers, bringing his lips to my neck. “I love how exposed it leaves you to me… I can see your breasts, your legs, and with the blow of wind, I will be able to see everything…” He murmurs, bringing his hand under the hem of my dress. “You have work to do.” I moan, enjoying his lips on my sweetspot. His hand travels further up my thigh, stroking his thumb over my hip. “I can do it later. It is enough as it is that I am in my office on Saturday.” He replies. “Why are we still here, then?” I ask him, tilting my head back to give him access to my neck. “I thought we could sneak some time here before heading to lunch.” He chuckles. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” He instructs, lowering his hand to my pelvis. I spread my legs the best I can without tripping off the chair.

His hand finds its way to my sex, fingers slipping in my panties and heading straight to my clit. His face lowers to my chest, first kissing and marking his way down to my thoracic valley, then moving the neckline of my dress to free more of my breasts. He lowers his lips until my nipple is in his mouth. And then he pushes two fingers inside me, curling them up to find my spot. His lips suck hungrily on my tit, roughening the bundle of nerves and making chills run down my spine. Instinctively, my hands lace behind his neck, fingers messing with his soft hair. “What if someone walks in?” I ask through moans. Harry pops my nipple out of his mouth, tracing a trail of kisses up my neck. “They know better than to walk in without knocking.” He replies. His fingers find my spot, making me jolt and squeal at the sensation. His thumb moves to my clit, stroking it fast as his fingers move in and out of me, curling on my spot repeatedly at a tandem pace. “Fuck. Fuck… Oh, don’t stop.” I beg, making Harry comply with me and keep the pace. He goes back to paying attention to my breasts, fondling and sucking hickeys on them. His fingers pinch my nipples, pulling them slightly and adding to the sensation being built in my stomach. “You are going to be heard, baby. And then we are definitely going to be walked in.” He chuckles, gluing his eyes on my face as he tries to pry an orgasm out of me. “I was having my morning meeting today and all I could think of was that I would give everything to have you bend over my desk, fucking your tight little pussy. I wish I had stayed last night… I wish I had woken up next to you this morning… Fuck, I wish I could turn back time.” He mumbles, lips still on my skin. “Had you stayed this morning, I would have woken you up by sucking your dick…” I groan, bucking my hips on his hand, pressing my core more on it. “Are you good with your mouth, princess?” He asks me, digging his teeth in my neck. “You will have to see that yourself and let me know…” I tease him, but my confidence is drained from within me as his fingers press perfectly on my spot. “Fuck, I am cumming.” I whine, moving my hips and pulsing around his fingers. It is like my whole body is going numb but at the same time, I can feel everything. I grip onto his shirt, nearly bunching it up in my fists. “Your face is so cute when you are cumming…” He comments, still stroking his thumb over my clit. “I can’t take more…” I complain, burying my face in his neck.

Harry and I walk towards the elevator, being eyed by the people who are in the office this evening. We enter the elevator, finding out we are alone for now. I head to the mirror in the back wall of the cabin, gasping in shock as I notice the marks on my skin. “Why didn’t you say I have hickeys?” I ask Harry as I quickly look for my powder in my purse. “I thought you would have figured it out. I was latching onto your neck while we were in my office…” He replies with a smirk on his face. He walks behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a kiss on the side of my neck. “I think they are hot. Maybe you shouldn’t cover them…” He comments. “We are going out for lunch, people will see them.” “We are not going yet. We have a stop before that.” He chuckles. “Still, people will see. Fuck, I don’t think just powder will do.” I sigh, pressing the sponge on the purplish mark repeatedly. “So, why even bother with that… Just let them breathe.” He suggests and I roll my eyes at him. “Yeah, just let everyone know you have been marking me up.” I scoff, pressing the sponge a little harder on my skin. “Aren’t you mine to mark as?” He asks me. I feel my core become wetter at his words; oh, I love being called his.

Vin drops us off in front of a post-modern building. The tall, slender building looks like an iceberg cap, crafted of metal and glass, with the glass tiles reminding me of mirrors. “What are we doing here?” I ask as Harry links his arm with mine. “This is an Art Gallery. My friend Paul is the owner and we are here for a private show. I want a new painting for the office, and I need your eye for that.” He states, breezing through the door and past the security guard. “Thank you so much for that…” I lean my head on his shoulder, gripping onto his bicep. We are shown to a private room by an assistant, who stands by the entrance of it, with his back turned to us. The walls are covered in paintings, each bearing a white plaque on the bottom of it, with details of the medium, and the artist scribbled on it. “Do you have something in mind? Maybe a bit of inspiration, or a specific thing you want to add to your office…” I ask Harry as he observes the art carefully. “You have seen my office… It is pretty monotonous, mostly monochromatic. I was thinking about having a pop of color in there.” “You are thinking about vibrant colors… A statement piece, perhaps… Something that will draw attention.” I suggest and he tilts his head to the side. “You have an all-white and black office, with nice marble details. So maybe we should look for warm tones; orange, red, that sort of palette.” I continue, making him hum. “But if you want to think outside the box, a sapphire blue touch would just look gorgeous. Now, theme-wise, I would suggest realism, so it matches your personality and space.” I look at Harry for a response, finding him smirking at me. “Didn’t I tell you my assistant is perfect for the job?” Harry asks. The man who was standing on the door with his back on us turns around and claps, walking towards us. “You did tell me. Ms. (Y/L/N), I have heard many great things from your boss, I am glad to find out he was not exaggerating.” The man turns to me, smiling as he extends his hand for me to shake. “I don’t understand.” I utter, hesitantly stretching my hand to shake his. “This is my friend Paul Leonard, he owns the gallery we are in. I told him that I have a lovely assistant who is about to graduate with a History of Art title, he needed a new counselor.” Harry explains, his lips curling into a devious smirk. “And seeing you in action, made me realize I don’t need to look further. If you survived through working with Hazza over here, you will breeze through this job. What do you say?” Paul asks me. I am dumbfounded, looking at the man with my mouth agape. “Are you offering me the job? For real?” I ask and he nods. “I am. We can discuss the finances after you receive your degree and come back from your museum exploration in Italy. Don’t worry, your boss has filled me in your plans post-graduation.” “Thank you, sir. I promise you won’t regret it.” I shake his hand and he scoffs. “Of course I am not.” He assures me. “Now, about that painting. I think I will go for the warm tones. Can you show me a few pieces?” Harry asks, making Paul shakes his head. “I have been trying to sell him a painting for over a year now, and you just come in and do it in mere minutes. Unbelievable.” Paul shakes his head, pressing his hand on his forehead as he laughs. “I trust her taste more than I trust yours, I guess.” Harry winks at me, darting his tongue from between his lips and licking his bottom one suggestively.

“Still studying?” Harry asks as he walks into my apartment. I am holding the last batch of revision cards I made, reading through the notes on the back. “Yeah, sorry. My house is a mess and I look like crap.” I groan, making Harry chuckle at me. “It is fine. I will order some food and you can shower while I tidy up. I can help you with revision.” He suggests, prying the cards from my hand and planting a kiss on my forehead. “You don’t have to.” I mumble and he shakes his head. “I do. Now, head for a shower. That mop of hair needs to be washed. Go.” He gently pushes me towards the bathroom, until I give up and head in for a shower.

I think I have blacked out for most of my shower routine, doing everything mechanically, until I feel Harry’s arms around my waist. “Mind if I join you?” He asks me, bringing his lips to my neck. I relax my head back onto his chest, humming in approval as his hand traces up my stomach and lands to fondle my breast. “Your shower gel smells so good… I could eat you up right now.” He groans and I chuckle. “It is new. My friend Chrissy bought it for me to cheer me up.” I giggle, making Harry release a throaty moan. “Remind me to stock it up for you and send Chrissy a Thank You gift…” “You are being silly…” I giggle, but Harry stops that laugh by pushing me up against the wall. “Silly? That is a mean word, Ms. (Y/L/N)…” He groans in my ear, lowering his hand to my ass. His fingers spread my cheeks, trailing up to my entrance and rubbing over it in circles. I clench around nothing instinctively, turning my head to look at Harry who chuckles and shakes his head. “You are so needy… I bet you have been thinking of my cock fucking you so deeply.” He rasps. He is pressing his boner on my ass, showing me how excited he is for me. “What happens if I say no?” I ask, teasing him. “I will have to expose you as the liar you are.” He replies, pushing his cock inside me. I release a sigh of relief, throwing my ass back for him. He fucks me fast, slamming his hips against me as he grips onto my throat. My back is arched and my breasts are pressed against the wall, while he guides his cock deeper and deeper with every pound he delivers. “Your pussy is so tight… So fucking tight, it is perfect around my cock.” He growls in my ear, biting my earlobe. “You are hurting me.” I moan, my voice breaking. “Want me to stop?” He asks me, slowing down. “No. It is the good kind of hurt… I love it when you fuck me like that… I love it when you use me however you like…” I whimper, feeling his hand grip onto my throat tighter. “Of course you do, sweetheart. You are my favorite toy, my perfect little toy… Just for my cock, only for my cock.” He presses me harder on the wall, fucks me with more force now, fucks me like he hates me. And I love that; I love that he is inside me, I love that I get to be his and I love that I am the only one he fucks like that. “I can’t wait until we are in Italy, away from all anxiety and fucking all day long.” He kisses my pulse point under my jawbone, letting go of my neck. I gasp for breath, while Harry’s hand snakes down between my thighs. His fingers find my clit with ease, pressing on the pulsing bundle of nerves as I yelp softly. “You are going to be a good cum hole for me… And I am going to reward you… You are going to make me cum, right princess?” He rasps, his skin slapping against mine. “Yes, sir.” I utter, while his fingers work my clit. I squeeze myself around him, feeling him already pulsing between my walls. The cold tiles make my skin erupt in goosebumps, my nipples harden at the coolness and the water turning cold doesn’t really help in the situation. “I am going to cum so deep inside you. And you are going to take every last drop of my cum, like the good girl you are…” He praises, pinching my clit between his fingers. “Please…” I beg, tensing up at the sensation. He groans, chest puffing as he breathes heavily; I know he is going to cum, I can feel him going stiffer inside me, veins pulsing against my walls. It makes me feel warm on the inside as he fills me up, a smile on my lips spreading as I hear him moan my name quietly. He gasps as he pulls out of me, turning me around and sinking to his knees. Without wasting a breath, he falls to his knees, spreading my thighs more before he buries his face into my core. “Oh, God.” I gasp as his tongue toys with my clit. I bring my hands to his hair, pulling tightly at his locks. He sucks on the bundle of nerves hungrily, keeping eye contact with me. I stand on my toes, spreading my legs more and bringing out my core more. “I wonder if we taste good together…” Harry utters, before he brings his tongue to my entrance, thrusting his tongue inside me. I am on the verge of collapsing, feeling my back sliding down the wall as he hums against my core. His hands travel to my waist, pinning my body straight on the wall and keeping me fixed to continue his feasting. I feel my breath shorten every time he passes his tongue from my entrance to my clit. And what makes it worse is that he is still looking at me in the eye; his eyes are sparkling mischievously as he uses his tongue to bring me to my high. He is enjoying that way he is making me feel, he is enjoying every little jolt, every rasped breath, every tugging on his hair. He kisses my outer lips until he rests his head on my thigh and uses the tip of his tongue to tease my clit. I blink repeatedly, tensing up at the sensation. “We taste good together…” He smirks at me, watching me as I melt down completely. “I am… Fuck, Harry…” I cry out as he flicks his tongue, little soft strokes sending chills all over my body. “Cum, baby. You’ve earned it…” He encourages me; not that I really needed it, I was already on the edge.

“You are really not helping me much with studying… You know that, right?” I giggle, as Harry pulls away from our kiss. He is still on top of me, my legs on either side of his waist, and the flashcards spread on the floor of my living room. “Are you implying I am not a good study-buddy?” He asks me, gasping to fake offense. “I am telling you straight to your face. You are the worse study buddy I’ve ever had.” I reply, making him squint at me. “You are going to have to pay for this…” He growls playfully, bringing his fingers under my t-shirt to tickle my sides. I giggle uncontrollably, giving up the thought of studying today while Harry is present. “Oh, you are ticklish?” He teases me, tickling me even harder. “I am.” I manage to say through fits of hysterical giggles. “Oh, no…” He mocks. “I can’t study with you around. I give up.” I giggle, shaking my head. Harry leans in to kiss me, halting the tickles. “Oh, to be in Sardinia with you right now, on a boat, drinking wine…” He breathes softly, stroking my face with his fingertips. “We will be there sooner than you realize.” I reply, closing my eyes to daydream of our getaway. It will be lovely, I am sure. He and I with no distractions. For some reason, I keep on having the picture of us, Blue-Lagoon style… I know our vacation will be nothing like that- I mean, I hope so- but the vibe I get every time I picture our vacation is that. “What are you thinking, pretty?” He asks me, stroking my hair softly. “About our vacation…” I sigh and he hums. “Daydreaming?” He asks and I nod my head. “I just want to leave everything and pack my bags for Italy.” I sigh. “Soon. Soon, pretty girl.” He murmurs, leaning down to peck my lips.

The sea breeze hits my face as the boat cuts through the soft waves. It is a beautiful Sunday evening, and Harry has rented a boat for the weekend. We have sailed along the Amalfi coast and now we are making our way back to the spot we were picked by the boat. I am wrapped in a thin shawl, barely sealing any warmth in, but at the time it seems to help me. “Deep in thought?” Harry asks me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Not at all. I don’t have a single thought in mind.” I reply, leaning my head back on his shoulder. His hands are rested on my hips, fingers softly tracing under the hem of my bikini bottom. “I, on the other hand, am thinking about dinner. I have been starving for quite a while now…” He comments, making me chuckle. “Is there a time you are not hungry?” I ask him and he scoffs. He stays quiet, enjoying the sound the waves make while the boat skips through them. The scent fills my nostrils; his cologne mixing with the sea aura creates something I can only describe as addictive. His skin has turned a little darker, courtesy of the sun hitting his body as we leisurely laid on the deck, so his white, cotton shirt that rests unbuttoned on his body contrasts his skin beautifully. “Tomorrow we will be in Rome. Only for a couple of days though. Venice is waiting for us, then Florence and finally Sardinia.” Harry lists off; this is probably the thousandth time he has told me the cities we are visiting next, so I know for fact this is chatter to make up for the lack of dialogue. “And because I know you have a list of all the places you want to visit in Rome, I have arranged for us to be shown around. Kind of like a little road trip around the Ancient City. We will see every museum you want, for however long you want. We won’t even have to stay at our hotel, there are plenty of Inns we can spend the night at.” He whispers in my ear, strumming his thumb over my hip. I swallow the squeal that tries to escape my lips, simply settling to bouncing a little on my heels. “Harry… This trip… This has been more than I ever dared imagine. This has been dreamy, I don’t know how to thank you for this.” I turn around, bringing my arms to rest on his neck. “Your happiness is the greatest payment. Plus, this has been great for me too. I haven’t been this relaxed for the longest I can remember.” He sighs softly. He truly looks like a transformed version of himself, and I have to admit that this upgrade makes him a whole lot more attractive. “Who are you and what did you do to Mr. Styles?” I joke, making him roll his eyes at me. “I know. I am barely recognizing myself at this point…” He replies, leaving a kiss on my nose. “Let’s go eat. Your hunger must have gotten to me too.” I quickly say, pulling away from him.

One thing I have to be thankful for now that we are in Rome is that I don’t get seasick anymore. The weekend-long excursion was in every way beautiful, but the constant moving of the boat made me pop Dramamine after Dramamine into my mouth to avoid spilling my guts before everyone. Another thing on my gratitude list is the fact that Harry and I have been spending our days roaming in the little streets in the city’s neighborhoods, constantly sipping on refreshing little grapefruit sodas that apparently can be found in every corner street, sold in cute little glass bottles, and that we have been eating all the gelato our hearts desire. The sun has long set and Harry decided it is time for a light supper in one of the little bistros. Our diet lately has been consisting of pasta- in every way, shape, and form- which is so stereotypical of tourists in Rome. “I think that in Rome, even the worst pasta is still the best you’ve ever had.” Harry comments, swirling his fork into his linguine dish. “Or maybe you think so because this is what you have been told to think of.” I say back, making him furrow his eyebrows together. “What are you talking about?” He asks me. “If you think about it, you have been told by everyone ever that Italians know how to cook the best pasta dishes. So, you have kinda been conditioned to think that you are having the best pasta here…” I explain and he chuckles. “Did my cynicism left my body and flew in yours?” Harry asks with a chuckle in his voice. “You are not as cynical as you think. And I am certainly not becoming one. I am just giving you another point of view on the matter.” I state, picking up a forkful of penne pasta. “Did I ask for it?” He asks me. “No. But I am very sure you wish you had.” I sass, earning a chuckle. “What do you want to do tonight?” He asks me and I shrug my shoulders, pushing my food around with my fork. “I think I want to just stay in tonight, I want to sleep a lot. Being out in the sun, walking around all day, it made me exhausted.” I reply. “Just sleep?” He asks me; I recognize the tone of his voice, I can tell the question was suggestive. “I don’t know. Do you have a better offer?” I ask him, cocking an eyebrow at him. “I might.” He winks at me, picking up the parmesan grater. “Oh, you might…” I scoff and shake my head.

“You looked very pretty today. That little sundress of yours looked perfect…” Harry compliments me as I strip out of my day clothes to get ready for a short shower. “I was wearing it all day. Now you remembered to tell me?” I giggle and grab my washing purse out of my weekend bag. “I didn’t really have the chance to tell you all day, did I? You have been asking Paolo about every little house on the streets we walked through. I couldn’t really interrupt you two, could I?” He asks and I roll my eyes at him. “Aren’t you exacerbating a bit?” I ask him and he shakes his head. “Not at all. Every little house in the ‘most historic area of Rome’, it was your opportunity to chat away with Paolo. Do I sense a little bit of a crush on the Italian stud?” Harry teases me, plugging his phone to charge. “Do I sense a little bit of jealousy about the Italian stud?” I ask back. “Jealousy? Please…” He scoffs at me, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. I walk across the bed, standing before him before I take a seat on his lap. “You look cute when jealous.” I giggle softly, touching the tip of his nose softly. I pull him in for a kiss, tangling my fingers into his hair. I know he loves it when I play with his hair while we kiss, he lets out soft sighs as I do. His hands wrap around me, keeping me stable on his lap as we deepen the kiss. “I love you.” I whisper as his lips leave me lips to trail down my neck.

Suddenly Harry freezes, and tension fills the room in an instant. He pushes me away gently until I am sat on the side, and he stands up, pacing the room as he holds his temples. “What did you say?” He asks me; I am trying my hardest to read his voice, decipher his demeanor, and all this reminds me of is that night at that terrace, when we had a fallout about me being allowed to date. “I said I love you.” I reply, focusing on not making my voice break. I feel exposed to him all of a sudden, my nakedness dawning on me the longer he stays silently upset. “Stop it.” He doesn’t even look at me. “Harry, I understand this is sudden but…” “I said stop it. I don’t want to hear a word, I don’t want you to mention that again. Stop it, just stop.” “Harry, please. I am trying to have a serious conversation with you.” I plead, slipping into my dress. “And I am trying to avoid it.” He snaps at me, the intensity of his voice making me shiver. “You can scream and shout, but you are going to listen to me. I have to be honest with you, I have to be honest with myself. I love you. I truly do. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t mean to fall for you. But I did. And you can deny it all you want, but I know you love me too. I don’t know what you are so afraid of, but I know you love me.” I walk up to him, standing proudly before the man who chuckles. “You think I love you? You think I give a damn about you? You are nothing but a fuck, (Y/N). Nothing more than that. I can pay anyone to take your place. Hell, they would even do it for less than what I spend on you. You mean nothing to me, so stop being delusional.” He hisses, his face becoming red as I walk backward to distance myself from him. “You don’t mean that…” I stutter and he scoffs at me, shaking his head. “Oh, I don’t? Come here, let’s see whether I mean it or not…” He grabs me by my wrist, dragging me to the nightstand where his phone is charging. He unlocks the device and taps a shortcut which directs him straight to the Seeking Arrangement website. He scrolls through a list of profiles, picking up a random one. He looks at me in the eye, so much hatred in his gaze, before he sends a message to the girl behind the profile. I pull myself away from him, walking to my side of the bed. It is like I have snapped out of a dream violently and I am back to reality; he never changed, he is still the same person I met all those months ago. I pull my weekend back up on the bed, throwing my stuff inside as fast as I can. “What are you doing?” He asks me as if the last 10 minutes never happened. “You can pay someone else to take my place. I have to walk away from all this, I have to walk away from you. I can’t do this anymore, I am done. I am leaving you.” I reply, zipping my bag before raising my gaze to meet his. He clenches his jaw and moves to the door, opening it for me. I pick up my bag and my backpack, pressing my tongue against my bottom teeth to stop myself from tearing up. “If you walk out of here, you are dead to me.” He states. I nod my head and purse my lips, turning my head to look at him. “Goodbye, Harry.” I reply, shutting the door as I step out of the hotel room.

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cardigan | harry styles

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Description: somewhat poorly written fic where they missed out on their opportunity when y/n returned Harry’s cardigan

Warnings: none?

Word count: ~3.6k

a/n: this was written for @harrysleftchelseaboot’s writer appreciation prompt list using the prompts “I never meant for it to happen like this.” And “I love you. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Even if you don’t love me back, and even if we both move on, there will always be a part of me that will always love you no matter what.”

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“You can’t just keep stealing all of them,” Harry laughed, searching through your closet and finding many of his missing cardigans.

You were grinning as you watched him from your bed, currently wearing the cardigan he wore to your house that day over your shoulders, preparing to take it too. He really didn’t mind but his closet was lacking too many now.

“You’re the one that leaves them here all the time.” You sat up, “Besides, you get them back.”

“I leave them because you are wearing them every time I get ready to go,” he defended himself. “And I get them back in piles like this. It’s not ideal.”

You shrugged and teased, “They look better on me anyway, you should just leave them.”

He chuckled and shook his head, turning around to put his gatherings on your bed. He agreed with what you said, he also just thought you looked better in everything of his in general, even if the clothing was stolen. You were so often wearing his stuff it was like you hardly owned your own wardrobe.

“You’re taking my shirts now too, don’t think I haven’t noticed,” he held up a shirt he found within the mess.

He had no idea that that was where his shirt ended up, he should’ve guessed it though.

“I’ve had that one for months and you didn’t even notice!” You took it from him. “C’mon, just leave this one?”

“That one?” His gaze followed you, “There are more shirts?!”

You bit your lip and stood to put the shirt away. “I mean, maybe a few? They’re being cleaned though so you’ll have to get them next time.”

So you actually wore them around? And you had recently, most likely while he was just gone on tour. He would have guessed you did wear his stuff from time to time, considering you took and kept so much of it, but having it confirmed was different. The thought made him happy, though he couldn’t say why.

“At least you’re getting use out of them,” he sighed and sat at the end of your bed.

Harry smiled to himself, seeing you had on his cardigan despite the conversation. He knew he’d leave it there again, just to have this conversation another time. You wondered to yourself what he’d think when he found out you had stolen a pair of his gloves too, among who knows what else.

You were known for borrowing his clothes, seeing as it started when you were teenagers. There came a point where he wasn’t really sure how or when you started to steal his clothes, it was going on for so many years at this point that he lost track. The first time you ever borrowed something of his it was just his jacket. It was a very movie cliché moment where he gave it to you because you were cold. And, yes, it made your heart skip a beat, you were young. While you did tend to be colder than him, you didn’t always take his stuff for that reason.

One reason you took his stuff was because he did have a good taste, you loved most stuff he owned. You had even gone on shopping trips with him so he could help you pick out some new favorites. Another reason you would wear it was to get that feeling of closeness when he was gone, or even while he was there. Wearing his stuff, and him occasionally wearing yours, was another way you would try to express your feelings to one another in hopes that the other might notice.

A lot of your friends would call you out on it, along with all of the other things you and Harry did that was more than just friendly behavior. Yet, you continued to deny it.

Maybe you denied it out of fear, fear of confronting your feelings after dancing around them for so many years. You were never really sure how Harry felt for you and you didn’t want to risk the close knit relationship you had already built with him, the same reason he never said anything to you either.

But small moments like this made Harry regret never telling you. It was simple and not really special since you had a very similar conversation at least once a month, but that was just why he found some joy in it.

“They do look better on you, y’know.” He sighed, “Which makes me hate to have to put it on myself after seeing you in it.”

You laughed and turned to face him, “Liar. You’re so cocky when you wear these.”

“Maybe it’s because I know you’ve worn them. That would be reason enough,” He grinned.

“Uh huh,” you scoffed. “Or maybe because you know how good you look in them.”

“But I know I’ll never look as good as you.”

You rolled your eyes, gently pushing on his shoulder as he laughed. He wasn’t joking, though he was trying to be a bit dramatic. Of course he knew he looked good in them, he was too full of himself not to, but that wasn’t his biggest motivation.

Wearing your things, or his own clothes that you had worn before, brought him a form of comfort. It allowed him to think of all the memories of the times you had worn them.

Moments where being around each other could be so comfortable and casual. Where you wanted to be closer but were too afraid to actually do it. And, of course, times when you stole them too, he mostly laughed at those memories. He found himself thinking about it a lot, especially when he was gone on tour for longer periods.

Did it hold the same meaning to you? He figured you just did it out of convenience or because you were friends and had become so comfortable with one another. Both of you chalked it up to nothing more than the result of a long term friendship.

One day, after years of confliction, you told yourself that it was time to let your crush on him go. Your lives were heading in completely different directions. He was way more busy, gone from home often, and was just getting an entirely different lifestyle. It was time to face reality, no matter how hard it was.

Harry was tooth rottenly sweet. And having known each other for so long you were more comfortable around him than anyone else. You still made time for him, sometimes before anyone else out of eagerness. And he made sure to make time for you when he was home, often putting you on the top of his priorities. It wasn’t like you were just drifting apart, both of you worked to maintain your friendship.

That made it harder to move on, but you tried your best to work at it still. It seemed like the best thing for both of you. You were both doing things that held you back in your lives, only because you refused to talk about it with each other.

It seemed like as you were trying to distance yourself further he only did something to pull you closer, which made you question if he knew what he was doing. At first he didn’t see it, it started out small. You were trying to become more mindful of your behavior around him, stopping yourself from doing things that people who are just friends wouldn’t do.

No longer would you be found with an arm wrapped around him at most times, the closeness only made butterflies fill your stomach. You stopped running your fingers through his hair as much, it was too blissful to keep going. He especially noticed that you stopped resting a sweet kiss on his cheek at random yet perfectly timed moments, which was the first to go.

Though he immediately noticed these changes he tried to shrug it off. Without realizing he started doing those things to you in greater numbers, in an attempt to make up for what your relationship was now lacking. It confused him, he wondered if you were upset with him but he didn’t know what he might’ve done wrong. He tried to ask in various ways and did eventually decide to ask straightforward.

When confronted you just simply said you weren’t upset, but you didn’t go on to explain what was going on either. You couldn’t, that would mean you would have to tell him about why you were trying to become more distant in the first place. This left him in a helpless position. It was clear that something wasn’t right.

“You’ve got sticky hands,” he pointed to his cardigan you were wearing. “But you aren’t very sly.”

You smiled, “Apparently I am though, I trick you every time.”

He ducked his head and laughed. “You don’t trick me every time.”

“No?” You challenged him. “Then how do you always end up leaving without your cardigan?”

“Because, you said it yourself.” He gently tugged on the hem of the cardigan, “It looks better on you.”

Mindlessly your hand was drifting to rest on his arm, you quickly caught yourself and froze your actions. Instead, you brushed your hair behind your ear and crossed your arms. This wasn’t getting any easier.

“It’s getting late,” you cleared your throat. “I know you have early plans tomorrow, so you should probably go to get some rest.”

Harry frowned as you took a step back. You were doing it again, deflecting and pushing him away. He couldn’t figure it out.

“I could stay a little while longer. It’s not even ten yet.” He pointed to the time.

He was right, and normally he would stay well past that and often he would actually end up spending the night. You decided that was fine from time to time. Friends stay at each other’s houses, just not three nights in a row.

“I didn’t sleep well last night,” You shrugged the cardigan off your shoulders. “By the time you make it home and get your cardigans put away it’ll be later.”

You placed the cardigan on the pile with the others, then picking them up to hand them to Harry. He smiled weakly in response, he got the message. You never just handed his cardigans over, he always had to come collect them just to lose another.

“Aren’t you going to keep this one a while?” He picked the top cardigan up and held it out to you.

Did you want to keep it? Absolutely. But you knew that doing that less was a part of letting go.

“I’ve still got a few of your things, it’s fine.” You opened your bedroom door for him, “And like you said, I’ve got to stop stealing them so much.”

He nodded sadly, placing it back down. You quietly exchanged good nights and he made his way home. It was odd to leave like that, so melancholy. There was definitely something going on, he needed to figure out what it was.

You noticed his reaction, it was obvious that he knew something was up. You knew that you wouldn’t get away with it for long but part of you wished that you would. A problem was, you never planned what you would do if he started to figure it out. You didn’t want to think about any situation where you might have to expose yourself further.

No one could understand why you were doing what you were doing. They didn’t understand because they were seeing a bigger picture than you. They saw Harry’s feelings for you, they knew that there was more to it than just a friendship. And no matter how hard everyone around the two of you tried to make you see it, you remained oblivious.

Over the next few weeks Harry found himself in similar situations, where you would push him further and further away. He couldn’t understand it. One minute things were normal, you were talking and laughing with one another like there was nothing wrong. The next minute you were suddenly cold, coming up with any excuse to put some space between him and you.

Honestly, he was beginning to miss you. He missed your grazing hands, your entangled legs, your head on his shoulder. Spending time with you became so ordinary, and not in a blissful sense. Where did he go wrong?

It made him feel selfish. He wanted all of these things from you, expected them even. He returned them, but that didn’t feel like enough. How could he ask for all of those things, things one only tends to find in a relationship, yet hide his true feelings about it?

It was becoming more and more clear how much you meant to him. How reliant did he become? Just a few weeks without as much affection and he felt so uneasy. He tried to fill in the lack of affection but was slowly giving up on that as you pushed further and further away. Maybe it was time to confront it all.

“Are you sure everything is fine?” He broke the silence. “I didn’t do something to upset you?”

You froze, really hoping you would’ve never had to hear him ask that again. The first time he asked you could easily get him to brush it off, but now? Had you really been so obvious about it?

“Harry,” you began.

“Y/n, come on.” He was hesitant, “Something is off, you’ve been… different around me. I just don’t know why, so did I do something?”

“No, you haven’t done anything.” You had to be careful with your words. “We’re fine, really.”

Your answer wasn’t satisfying, it was far from believable too. He could tell you didn’t want to talk about it, and normally he wouldn’t press but it was necessary this time.

“If we’re fine why are you becoming so distant?”

You stood up, going to your kitchen. “We have been hanging out like normal.”

“Normal amount of time maybe,” he followed. “But it’s not the same.”

You weren’t going to be able to avoid it any longer, that didn’t mean you wouldn’t try to though.

“What do you mean?” You avoided eye contact, reaching for a cup.

“You know what I mean,” he stood beside you. “I mean that you’ve stopped. You stopped messing up my hair just to fix it, you’ve stopped with the constant hugs and pecks on the cheek. You haven’t stayed later than eight at my place, you didn’t keep my cardigan the other day or even try to keep multiple.”

“You’re reading too much into nothing,” you mumbled.

Harry felt his heart fall a bit. He had been telling himself that for weeks, it was becoming more evident that it wasn’t true though. You were still being avoidant though, he had to remind himself of that.

“Am I? I’m just worried, okay?” He licked his lips, “I don’t want us to drift away.”

He had every right to be asking these questions and pointing those things out to you, you knew that. But still, you wished he wouldn’t.

You didn’t think he would’ve noticed certain things he had pointed out, how much more had he noticed? It even seemed like he was missing them, maybe he was. You didn’t want to let yourself too much of it though.

“It’s not you,” your focus was on the cup.

He leaned closer to you, “So what is it?”

“I just—“ you weren’t ready. “I never meant for this to happen.”

Harry was confused by everything. What did you mean by that? You still refused to look at him, afraid you might spill if you did. It only made him more concerned, it seemed bigger than what he thought.

“Meant for what to happen?” He rest his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

It felt like a weight on you, rather than doing any help. You were used to his touch taking weight off of you and reassuring you that everything would be okay, but for the first time it was the opposite.

“Nothing,” you faked a smile. “Sorry I’ve been weird.”

You took his hand off, going to fill your cup with water. You needed to get away again. It was too soon to talk about something that you weren’t even completely over yet. He did deserve an explanation and you knew that, you just weren’t capable of giving one.

“Can we talk about this? Please?” He ran a hand through his hair, “I just want to know why things are changing so suddenly. Why are you so dead set on distancing yourself now? What did I do?”

“Nothing,” you repeated.

He knew you were stubborn, he also knew you were hiding something. It was eating him alive. There were so many possibilities as to what the issue was. He didn’t know if it was him, if something was going on in your life to change things, if you were just growing tired of all the pining.

“Clearly something happened, you can’t deny that.” He chuckled nervously, “At least tell me some bit of truth. I just… I don’t want to lose you and it really feels like I am.”

You were blinking rapidly, trying to hold back your tears. You were thankful that your back happened to be toward him so he couldn’t see you cry. If you said anything he would surely hear a crack in your voice though. Staying silent was no good either though, you would have to say something eventually.

“Maybe it’s good we put some distance between us,” you turned around. “We acted like… like we were more than we were—are. It was… messing with me. I just need some distance.”

You noticed it too? But you didn’t seem to feel the same. You wanted distance, you wanted to stay just friends. It hurt, to say the least, but he was doing his best to just be relieved that he finally sort of knew what was going on.

“Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He fiddled with his rings.

“No, you…” you squeezed your eyes shut, “you didn’t. It was me. I got ahead of myself, I shouldn’t have done those things in the first place an—“

“I did them too,” he interrupted. “I guess it was both of us.”

Letting out a sigh you paused. At least you didn’t have to directly say it.

“I can’t do that anymore,” you explained. “I can’t pretend that it didn’t have an effect on me. We— I have to move on.”

Harry could believe what he was hearing. After all of those years of telling himself you’d never see him as more than a friend you were saying, what? That you did have feelings for him, at least at some point? And he completely messed it up.

He hoped it wasn’t too late to fix it.

“Can I just say something?” He continued when you gave a nod in response, “I know that you don’t want to talk about it really, and I don’t want to assume anything you may or may not be saying but… I love you, I have loved you for some years now an—

“Harry, don’t.” You sat your cup down, shaking your head. “Please don’t do this.”

“Just hear me out?” He gently held your hands in his own.

It felt warm again, comforting. You hesitantly agreed, knowing whatever was about to be said would likely hurt.

“I love you,” he continued. “I don’t think anyone knows me the way you do, and I don’t think anyone else ever could. And I know that our relationship has been… weird, and I know that you have things you need to work through.”

This is the conversation you wished you had with him years ago, you were waiting for it for so long. Now it was happening and you felt conflicted. It wasn’t as simple as it could’ve been, you were supposed to be moving on.

“Harry, I—“ you pulled your hands away, “I can’t do this now. I’ve been waiting for so long to hear you say that, I had to stop waiting at some point.”

He knew, deep down, that it was too late. He saw the signs months ago, when you had begun to push him away. It still felt like he had to tell you this. It made him feel selfish again though.

“I understand,” he smiled weakly. “Just know that… I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Even if you don’t love me back, and even if we both move on, which I hope you’re able to better after this. There will always be a part of me that will always love you, no matter what.”

There was nothing to say, nothing to do. It was too late in a way, but at the same time this was the moment you were waiting for for all of those years. You weren’t sure what to say, and he didn’t expect you to say anything. A part of you wanted to tell him you felt the same, because a part of you did. But another part of you was saying you needed to keep moving on.

Maybe you both had missed your chance when you returned the first cardigan.

[cali-holland]

Exile- Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Prompt: Ever since you two broke up, Harrison’s felt like he’s been exiled. What happens when you two cross paths at the premiere of your movie?

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: swearing, (implied) getting hit on by a creep?

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Based On: Exile by Taylor Swift ft. Bon Iver

“I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out”

This was also for @harrysleftchelseaboot ‘s writing challenge for the prompt (bolded in the fic): “On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if-” “At least a twenty.”

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Harrison knew you would be here. He knew you wouldn’t miss the premiere of your first big movie. And he knew he wouldn’t miss it either, not when his name was also on the poster right beside yours. Well, it wasn’t right next to yours; in between your names was your fellow co-star’s name, but still, Harrison was here, on the red carpet of the big event, acting like he didn’t see you at the end of the carpet. And you were doing the same, not acknowledging his presence either. Both of you focused on the flashing lights in front of you.

The carpet was unbearably long for Harrison. He wanted to be excited about this film, it was meant to be his big break, but how could he be enthusiastic over it when he already knew how the film ended? As the movie played on the silver screen, his mind raced back to you.

After all, he’d seen this film before.

“We’re never going to get through this scene.” The director sighed as you and Harrison tried your best to quit laughing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You said, your breath faltering before you burst out in laughter again.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N. Get it together.” Harrison couldn’t even try to sound stern as he joked, his laughter echoing through the room. You leaned against him on the couch, clutching onto his arm momentarily.

“Hey! You’ve messed up all the other takes too!” You huffed, standing up to go to your mark. You wiped away the tears that had come to your eyes as Harrison moved his jaw around, his cheeks hurting from laughing too hard with you. 

While this film was meant to be reminiscent of a classic 2000’s romcom, this scene wasn’t meant to be humorous. This was meant to be the most intimate scene between your characters- your character was distraught over how Harrison’s character got into a fight to protect her in an effort to show her how much he loved her, though his intentions were laced with jealousy. Despite the feeling in the scene, neither of you could film it properly, instead you both kept bursting out in laughter. The casting director had loved the chemistry between you and Harrison, but the actual director almost hated it because of the added difficulty when it came to filming scenes like this.

“And action!” The director called.

“Are you mad?” Harrison asked.

“Of course, I’m mad.” You scoffed, walking to the couch that he was on and sat down beside him. You placed the wrapped ice pack in our hands on his knuckles, painted with realistic, yet fake blood. “You can’t just beat up my ex with no warning.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if-” He started, but you cut him off.

“At least a twenty.”

“Even if he was-”

“A twenty.” You confirmed, not even letting him finish again, just as scripted. “I love you, but you need to control your jealousy.”

“You what?” He asked quietly, and you looked away from him, bashfully.

“It’s nothing.”

“No, you said you love me.” A small smile played on Harrison’s lips. He lifted a hand to your chin, tenderly bringing your face to his, “Say it again.”

“I love you. There.” You said, and he leaned in, his lips just barely not on yours.

“Again.” He whispered. He was so close, you felt like he was sucking the breath right out of your lungs. The intimacy of this moment, right here, was always the one that broke the two of you.

“I love you.” You repeated, biting back a laugh in order to keep a straight face. Harrison’s lips brushed against yours, bringing you in for a kiss. You felt him shake a little underneath you, before he pulled away, and you both began laughing.

“Cut!” The director shouted, and Harrison bit his lip, looking at you. “Perfect. We need a couple more angles and then it’ll be done.”

Technically, that day on set was when you and Harrison shared your first kiss, the first kiss of many for your relationship, both on-screen and off-screen. Much like his character, Harrison fell for you quickly. And, much like his character, things didn’t end well for him. He could remember it all so clearly, even now he had to swallow back his tears.

Another night, another fight, but this time it sounded like it was really over. It had to be the hundredth fight this week- arguing over him never defending you, over your offending words, over you never hearing him out, over him not being able to read your mind anymore. It all built up to hurt, and Harrison wasn’t sure if he could turn things around.

He raced home as soon as he could, but being multiple zones away from your shared home in London, it wasn’t nearly fast enough. When he arrived, everything of yours was gone, except for a single cardigan, but technically it was his cardigan that you would wear more often than him. No amount of crying could bring you back, though, as he called and called you, hoping that it wasn’t actually over. He couldn’t just let it be over, even if he hadn’t seen all the warning signs. He wanted nothing more than to turn things around, but he was too late this time.

The film ended, and he was right. He had seen this film before. Not only had he acted it out with your character leaving his in the end because the relationship had gotten out of hand, but he had also lived it with your actual relationship, like a sick, twisted parallel. Surrounded by his supportive friends and family that clapped him on the back in congratulations, he couldn’t help but feel exiled as your eyes avoided his at all costs.

The crowd of people migrated to the after party, and Harrison found himself leaning against the bar, trying his best to hide his sulking. He looked up from his drink as he heard your laughter from down the bar. It was your fake laugh, he just knew it, but he still missed the sound of your attempted happiness nonetheless. He eyes trained on you, watching how a man told you yet another awful joke with his arms around your body.

For a moment, Harrison wished he could be the stranger, holding you tightly in his arms again and telling you the worst jokes because he could always make you laugh no matter what, but then he noticed who the man was. It was his stunt double from the film. While the film was relatively stunt free, there were still a few scenes that required a double. If it was any other guy, Harrison would be jealous; he was still in love with you after all. This was different though. His stunt double, though Harrison appreciated his role in the film, continuously flirted with you throughout filming, always trying to get with you, even once you and Harrison started dating. You’d told Harrison more than once about the uncomfortable situations the stunt double put you in.

Your eyes flickered over to him, meeting Harrison’s briefly. He may not have been able to read your mind while you two were dating, but he could certainly read it now. He immediately recognized your silent call for help and took action, setting aside his drink and hurrying over to you. You weren’t his homeland anymore, but he had to defend you, he’d always defend you.

“Hey, mate, I think you should back off her.” Harrison said, putting a hand on his castmate’s shoulder, who just glared at him.

“And I think you should fuck off.” He replied sharply, but let go of your waist anyway. “Don’t you already know she doesn’t want you anyway?”

His spiteful words were enough for Harrison to see red, sending a sharp punch straight to his stunt double’s nose, who stumbled back in surprise and pain.

“Harrison!” You gasped, not expecting that response from him. He let out a hiss, rubbing over his pained knuckles. You grabbed his hand, leading him out of the party, where people were starting to talk already. You sighed lightly, taking his hands in his, tracing over his freshly bruised knuckles, blood ready to peek through the cracks, “You didn’t have to get your knuckles all bloody for me.”

“I had to defend you.” He reasoned as if it was that simple.

“Well, thank you. I guess you do know how to read my mind after all.” You said almost hesitantly, unsure about bringing up the same words that wounded the two of you months ago. As you looked into his eyes, you felt something twist inside you; it added insult to injury, but they were still the same icy blue eyes that you fell in love with over a year ago.

“I should go.” Harrison spoke up after a moment, drawing you back to the reality that was right now. He was once your crown, your everything- and you couldn’t just see him out, you couldn’t let him go. Your hand held tighter to his, keeping him from moving even though he made no real effort to walk away.

“Stay.” Your voice was so quiet he barely heard it. He winced a little under your touch, and you looked down, seeing the blood beginning to peek out of his knuckles from you squeezing that hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-”

“You know, this seems familiar.” He stated, cutting you off. He repeated his line from the movie, “On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if-“

“At least a twenty.” You smiled at him. You leaned in and kissed him, your hand going to the back of his neck. His hands wrapped around your body, pulling you into him. It was then, with his lips moving perfectly with yours again, that Harrison felt a wave of relief wash over him. He liked this ending a lot better than the movie’s ending, the ending that brought him out of exile.

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[marvelousell]

My dearest

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Female reader

Summary: Harrison realises how his past actions were wrong after seeing you in a wedding dress

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Angst, swearing

A/N: Thanks to @harrysleftchelseaboot for tagging me in her challenge I love it and I enjoyed writing this so much! “Don’t you love me?” & “Letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” were the prompts I used. Hope y’all enjoy this:)

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“You’re getting married.”

A lovely sunny day, the warm weather that wasn’t usual for the beginning of May was a big irony for Harrison. Everyone was loud, chirpy and hyped about today. He didn’t want to come here, he tried to convince his girlfriend to stay home but the whole thing fell in the water. Everything was bright, even his shirt that his girlfriend chose for him to wear was but he sure wasn’t. Harrison was sure that the whole ceremony, people and the weather were harmonised just so he could feel worse.

It was all too much, the flowers that he knew you loved endlessly, the soft white and beige theme with the small details were your choice. He knew how you would always go through those magazines to daydream about your wedding, how you always bragged about having white roses so they could match your dress. 5 years passed and he still knew every single detail about you and your thoughts.

“You alright?” The low voice that belonged to his girlfriend made him sigh, questioning if he really was.

“Absolutely.” The small smile and hand on her lower back was enough for her to believe him. Harrison loved June so much. Her kind heart and open mind was something that made his heart so warm when he met her, however he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He couldn’t stop thinking about that night and how he messed up and how your bitter words after his actions stung.

“I would be nervous if I was the groom’s best man as well. Go look for Ian and help him out it’s a big day for him. I’m going to catch up with Bianca there.” June was a ray of sunshine, she was always here no matter what. Her heart was too big, her kindness and patience were Harrison’s weakness.

“Love you.” The small giggles that escaped past her lips after he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, sent nervous chills down his spine.

Harrison was doing just fine, he had a lovely partner, an apartment, a dog. He had absolutely everything he wanted but somehow he still missed something from time to time and this wedding wasn’t helping him to push that feeling away. He swallowed thickly as his feet brought him to a door which was half open. Harrison wanted to help Ian, be the best friend he could to him on this day and then go home and forget everything. Somehow he knew that his plan was ruined after he saw your figure through the door, cursing silently. Harrison wasn’t sure what it was that dragged his feet closer to that door, eyes never leaving your body.

You looked astonishing and breathtaking. The dress wasn’t dramatic, it hugged your body perfectly and the details in your hair made you look like an angel. You were cursing about your heels still unaware about the man behind the door. Harrison’s throat got dry, breathing was an unknown term at that moment, the heartbeat in his chest was getting more and more hectic after every second. This wasn’t happening. He tried to squeeze his eyes shut and stop whatever was happening but you were always there after he opened them again looking more beautiful after every try.

Was he supposed to talk to you? You two were fine, for your, his and Ian’s sake. June and Ian didn’t know about your past, maybe it was for the best but he still doubted if it this was good for you two. Harrison didn’t want to stand here for the whole time, he didn’t want to feel like this, he didn’t want to look at you in that dress knowing that the last hope he hold onto is going to be gone in a few hours after you say yes.

He was still silent, he got inside without you noticing since you were focused on something else. The accelerated breathing and his stomach churning from the sight of you made the whole room smaller for him.

“You’re getting married.” His husky and low voice was the best he got for you. The lump in his throat was an obstacle so this statement was the only thing he could spit out.

“What are you doing here?” Your fast reaction and words were what Harrison expected. You didn’t see each other for a long time but after Ian came back to his home town and wanted him to meet the girl he met and went crazy about, you two reunited. After it you were always around each other but you stayed silent about your past.

“The d-door was open.” Harrison took a big breath, clenching his jaw from the nervousness. He couldn’t do this.

“You can’t see me before the wedding starts.” You avoided his gaze, gripping the edges of the chair you were sitting on. You weren’t ready either. You weren’t ready for him to be here and you weren’t ready to be Ian’s when the good part of you belonged to another person.

“I’m not the groom it’s fine.” It came out more bitter than he wanted it to be. After it he couldn’t stop imagining if he would be in the room downstairs getting ready for you and your life together if his actions were different years ago. The silence and your gaze shifting to everything but him was killing him he needed you to look at him once more before you say your vows.

“What do you want Harrison.” The words weren’t harsh as before, they were filled with sadness and tiredness. You should be happy, beaming right now yet you looked like a total catastrophe. You didn’t want him to see it but he was too good. He knew you like the back of his hand, he read you like an open book, you just couldn’t hide it from him.

“Nothing. Wanted to see you one last time and have the conversation we avoided for so long.” It was the truth, he wanted to know how you were. He wanted to see his girl one last time before she stopped being his.

“It’s not like I’m going to disappear after the wedding so we won’t be able to see each other.” Although you knew what he meant with his words you wanted to hear it from him. His hair was styled perfectly, the pinkish shirt was a novelty since he didn’t love colours, he was still the most handsome guy ever.

“You won’t but everything we had will.” He still hoped that your feelings didn’t fade for him. Harrison’s heart tightened every time he looked at your rosy cheeks and eyes that were full of tears now. He wished for another chance, another one so he could go back and do the right thing, he wished for a happy end here with you.

“Please Harrison.” You stood up, letting the dress fall down, giving him a harder time after his eyes landed on your figure and the damn white dress.

“Don’t. I just want to know..” He couldn’t even finish, lowering his eyes down on the floor squeezing his fist to stop this feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“What?” Your voices were so fragile, you couldn’t look into each other’s eyes like you used to.

“Don’t you love me?” Harrison throat was burning, burning from those words that he hoped he wouldn’t have to say to you.

“Are you serious Harrison?” Was he really asking you that? Was he really here after everything?

“Please Y/N.” He was begging, he couldn’t continue without you. He was being selfish he knew that but the love he had for you was stronger than every possible feeling he had for June and Ian combined.

“You’re asking me this after you left?” Your eyes were now focused on his, both of your visions blurry from the tears that formed non stop.

Harrison left, he didn’t need a reminder, the constant guilt he was battling with was enough. Was he being unbelievable now? Absolutely. Harrison was the one who exploded, the one who thought that space was what you needed but now he was the one begging for closure. Irony at it’s best.

“Letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I’m a complicated person I agree. I agree with everything you’ve said that night, I fucking agree Y/N. I was an idiot I still am but believe me I can’t do this without you. I-I won’t be able to do it.” His thumb rushed to your cheeks, brushing the tears away constantly so your makeup doesn’t get smudged. You were still beautiful, you always were in and out.

“Why are you doing this today? Why today? You had 5 years to tell me that and you chose this one? Are you trying to make fun of me Harrison?” Your feelings were sure mixed but right now they were a mess. A mess that you won’t be able to get rid of.

“Because I’m a coward. Someone who thought that you deserved better before. You still do but I can’t help myself. You are the one. You are the one I need Y/N.” He was glad that you didn’t reject his touch, that you didn’t reject his closeness after he pressed his forehead against yours. You were both breathing rapidly, unsure where this will go now.

“June, Ian, you. I c-can’t.” Your head moved slowly. The sobs were stuck in your mouth as you turned away from him not wanting to deal with his blue eyes that made you weak instantly.

“Love.” He tried to touch you, get you to relax in his arms that seemed foreign after a long time.

“Stop it please.”

“Stop what?” Harrison assumed what you were thinking, his voice shaky, afraid to hear the answer you were going to give him.

“This. Us. We’re both happy. We have someone, for God’s sake I-I’m getting married to your best friend. It is a bit too late for us Harrison. I forgive you, I actually forgave you a long time ago b-but I can’t. I’m s-sorry.” Was that the decision you wanted? No, definitely not what you wanted. However it was the decision you needed, both of you needed it.

Harrison knew that, he knew how you weren’t a girl like that. Always putting others and their feelings before you and your priorities, one reason out of many why he fell in love with you.

“I’m sorry that I left that night.” He was whispering, voice barely audible. You said what you needed and now he needed to say at least that.

“I’m sorry too.” Harrison wanted to fight, stay here and not leave like he did once. Still your happiness was the only thing that mattered. The room was getting smaller, he felt the walls swallowing him completely. He moved but he didn’t want to.

“You asked me if I love you.” You started before he left, playing with your fingers nervously. Silence filled the room once again after you took a pause before continuing. Harrison stood near the door, his back facing you as he waited for your words.

“You’re an idiot for even asking. I loved you so much.”

“And I still do.” The corner of his mouth quirked up, relieved that you didn’t stay on the past tense. You were an angel, a true one. He glanced at you before leaving, smiling through the tears just like you did. You were both aware that if he wasn’t late, if you both weren’t silent until now this wouldn’t be happening and he wouldn’t leave again like he once did. Still Harrison knew deep down that his heart belonged to you and so did yours belong to him and it was enough for him, even if he didn’t deserve it.

[the-wretched-and-joyful]

In Another Life

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Prompt: “I love you. I’ll always love you for the rest of my life. Even if you don’t love me back, and even if we both move on, there will always be a part of me that will always love you no matter what.”

Word count: 2.7K

A/N: Wow, I have not written something this huge in a long time! Hope you like it and thank you @harrysleftchelseaboot​ for starting the writing challenge and letting me participate, I’ve changed the prompt a tad bit I really hope you don’t mind. Also this is big, so if there are any edit things i missed then i’m really sorry. Also, sorry the moodboard is a mess!!

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Planning a wedding was stressful, you always knew it. But now you were experiencing it firsthand.

In the past you always thought that wedding consists of only a few things- guests, food, venue and dress. But now you knew that it’s not as straightforward as you thought. You never considered that flowers might get cancelled; you didn’t consider that the bakery will have an accident and might not be able to deliver the cake on time, and you definitely did not consider that you would not fit into your mother’s wedding dress, one you’ve dreamed of getting married in since you were a wee little girl.

You felt panic rising in your chest. It was only a week till the wedding, and you didn’t have a dress. It was impossible to find a wedding dress within a week of wedding. Slowly realizing that you might not have a dress to get married in, you started to cry quietly.

“Hey hey hey! How’s my fav bride!!” Your sister entered the room with muffins and coffee, but instantly dropped her cheery mood seeing you lie on your bed, looking at the ceiling and crying silently, “Oh my god are you okay? Are you hurt?” she rushes to your side, asking you questions to which she was not getting any answers to.

“The dress is not fitting,” you cry aloud, “It’s not bloody closing and there’s only one week till the wedding and I don’t have anything to wear!”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” your sister said, changing her tone the moment she noticed you teary glare, “I mean, we can fix this! All we have to do is get the dress fitted!”

“It won’t be fixed within a week,” a sudden bone crushing sadness came over you, so you lie down again and curl up, “Maybe I shouldn’t get married!”

“Now where is that coming from?” your sister walked over to the desk where she put the coffee, bringing one cup to you, which you refuse, “you know how excited Tom is for the wedding. He is practically bouncing off the walls at this point, I’ve never seen anyone so excited to get married. I hope my girlfriend is half as excited to get married to me when the time comes!”

“Did you propose to her yet?” you finally decide to get up, taking a muffin from the box and tearing up a piece. The dress didn’t fit anyways, so it didn’t matter if you were gorging on muffins or not.

“Not yet, but soon!” she smiled, “and hey this whole dress thing will be solved you know? We just have to go on a proper dress shopping!”

“But I always wanted to get married in this!” you look down at the skirt, ruffling the fabric with your hands, “feels like a dream just got destroyed.”

Your sister was about to say something, but right then someone knocked on your door, before opening it a crack. It was Harrison.

“May I come in? Are you all having secret council meeting or something?”

“Harrison, yes come in!” you return his smile as he walks into the room, takes your desk chair and sits down on it.

“I don’t know much about bridal skin care and things, but swollen red eyes are definitely not a part of it!” he pointed you, before taking up the coffee you refused earlier, “why are you crying?”

“Her dress doesn’t fit!” your sister spoke before you did, earning another glare from you.

“Oh, well that’s a disaster! Good thing you have a backup dress!”

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, “I don’t have a backup dress…”

He was standing on a crossroads right now. He could say that he was the one he got the backup dress, take the credit, and maybe make a little space in your heart. Or, he could say that it was Tom who thought of getting the backup dress. it will be a selfless act, but that does not mean it won’t hurt. In the end he went the answer that his heart told him was right.

“Tom got one for you. He said that it’s always good to have a backup dress. I have it in my flat, shall we get it?” he finished in one breath before getting up.

Changing out of the dress as soon as you could, you followed him to his car, your sister staying back to take care of a few things. The car ride was silent, both of you lost in your own thoughts.

“Here we go,” Harrison announces, opening up his closet door and bringing out a white garment bag and laying it on his bed, opening it up so that you could get a peak.

“It’s perfect!” you gasped silently, looking at the beauty in front of you. You know you always said that you want to get married wearing your mom’s dress, but now that you were seeing it, you knew there was no other dress you want to get married in. The dress, forgoing the traditional all white theme, was a mix between navy blue, and white with a tulle skirt, and an illusion neckline, and needless to say, spoke to your non-traditionalist side, who always thought white dresses were boring.

“Try it on.” Harrison encouraged quietly, before patting your shoulder and leaving the room. As he continued to his way to the kitchen, he kept thinking why he was doing it. He kept thinking why he said it was Tom who got the dress when really it was him. He knew that you’d never get married in a complete white dress. That was not you. So when you two went for wedding dress window shopping just for fun and he saw you gaze at this dress for more than a few minutes, he made up his mind. He went back next day, and bought the dress, hiding it in his closet until the need arises.

The fact, the simple reason behind it was that he was in love with you. It was also the tragedy of it all. He was in love with a girl, who was going to marry his best friend, and no matter what, he could never let anyone know. He would be destroying three lives if he ever let’s anyone know that he loves you. So he did the only rational thing. He kept his mouth shut, kept all his feelings to himself, and made sure nothing stopped you from getting the perfect wedding you deserved.

“How does it look?” You came out of his room, doing a slow turn to help him give his opinion. You were unable to keep the stupid smile off of you face. It felt like finally everything was going to be alright, that the cancelled flowers will be fine, and the cake blunder will be alright. You felt like yourself in that dress, and for the first time you realized that you were getting married to the love of your life, and everything was going to be perfect.

“You look beautiful!” he almost teared up, unable to say anything else. He knew if he opened his mouth he would confess it all to you. So he only smiled at you, while you looked down at the dress, smiling to yourself. After taking in a few deep breaths, he suggested, “how about you change back, and we can take the dress back to your place and deal with other two disasters?”

“The flower and cake?” you looked up, “how are we going to manage that?”

He shrugs with an all knowing smirk, “We’ll see! Let’s go.”

You go back to his room, changing carefully and putting the gown back in the bag. Taking one last look at the dress you carefully close it up. He helps you to carry it to the car, dropping it off at your house before driving to the florist and bakery that had the cake order.

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The morning of the wedding was perfect. For the first time in weeks you had sunshine, and a clear sky, and everything looked like it was bathed in golden light. Everything was in order. The florist fixed their delivery issue, so the flowers will be delivered on time, the new bakery that accepted your emergency cake order called and confirmed that the cake will be delivered in time. Your dress was perfect, in short everything was just perfect and you were getting married.

It was not only you who was in great mood. Everyone else was so happy to see you and Tom finally get married and have that happily ever after. But there was only one person you felt was somehow off. Only one person who was pretending hard enough to be happy, and yet, he wasn’t.

Having your hair and makeup finished, you and your bridesmaids were having one last toast to your single life, when Harrison knocked on the door.

“I know I’m from the groom’s party, but I was hoping to join this toast…” he smiles as your mother hands him a glass of champagne, “Now we know you are going to be married to an idiot, but he is probably one of the most lovable Idiot in the world, and as his best friend, I can promise you that he will love you and keep you happy forever!” he raises the glass towards you, “here’s to wishing you a happy married life!”

Everyone else cheered, and then chattered around for a while, before leaving you alone for the last few minutes. Harrison was the last one to leave, and just as he was about to close the door behind him, you called him back.

“Harrison, wait, I need to talk to you!” you had no idea what to say, you just knew that you had to ask. He came into the room, looking at you curiously. “I asked Tom, and he didn’t get me the backup dress,” you could see his expression change into something unreadable, “I asked him, and he said that he didn’t call the florist, or make a last minute arrangement for the cake. So, would you care to tell me why you said Tom was the one who did all that, when it was really you all along?”

He stared at you for a good moment before smiling sadly, “Because you’re getting married to him?” taking his hand out of the pocket, he runs it through his immaculately styled hair, “because I wanted you to know that when the need arises, he would be able to take care of you.”

“But he didn’t take care of it all. You did. So why lie?” you walked closer to him, hoping to understand why his eyes did not reflect the happiness he was portraying all this time, “Haz, it was you all along, so why didn’t you say anything?”

“But it was not me all along. Was it?” he was looked over your head and outside the window before returning his gaze back on your face, “it was never me, even though I wanted it to be. Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy to see you and my best friend get the happy ending. But it doesn’t lessen my hurt.”

What was it you were feeling? A grain of disbelief? Sadness? Surprise? Whatever it was it was swelling up inside your chest, almost chocking you. You ask in a shaky voice, “What do you mean Haz?”

He considered his answer, weighing each word and the consequence it will have on your lives, but then he decided to let it go. There was no point in hiding anymore, you would never be his. So he closed his eyes, breathed deeply, before finally speaking,

“I love you. I’ve always loved you, and I’ll always love you for the rest of my life. Even if you don’t love me back, and even if we both move on from this moment right here right now, there will always be a part of me that will always love you no matter what,” he finishes in one breath, before fixing his eyes back on you, “And yes I lied about it all, the dress, cake and florist, because I couldn’t tell you the truth without revealing what I’ve always kept a secret. I’m sorry, I was only trying to protect you.’

You felt too lightheaded to stand straight, so you walk to a chair in the corner of the room, and sit down on it, staring at the mantelpiece with a vacant stare. He loved you. He has always loved you and you were a damn fool to think otherwise. All those times in the early days when you were all friends, all those times when you thought he didn’t feel the same way you did, was wrong. He loved you, and not knowing that, you had fallen in love with his best friend.

You could almost feel your shoulders grow heavy with the realization that there was nothing you could do. There was no way to turn the time back and make it right. You couldn’t go back in time and slap your younger self, shake her by the shoulder, and tell her to take a chance, to tell Harrison how you really feel. There was nothing to be done, and the sense of futility only made you angry, and in your anger, for the last time you wanted to hurt him.

“I love Tom,” you said, still staring at the mantelpiece, before looking back at Harrison, “I love him, and I’m going to marry him, and we are going to bury this subject right here, right now. Never ever speak of this to anyone, ever again!”

Harrison knew that you meant to hurt him with your initial words. But by the end your declaration had turned into a plea. So he smiled again, a reassuring smile that promised that everything in the world will be alright, and spoke softly, “I was never going to,” and with that he walks towards the makeup table in the room, takes a couple of tissues and wipes the remaining tears on his face before turning to you “I’ll never speak of this moment ever. Now look alive, you have to walk down the aisle in 10 minutes.”

You wanted to focus on the ceremony, but in your mind you were replaying your conversation with Harrison, and your eyes kept going back to his frame, standing right next to Tom, making quiet jokes with Harry. As you walked down the aisle, you saw Tom’s face, all happy and smiling giddily at you. But it was Harrison who almost cried, playing it down by saying how he sad that the idiot thing 1 is getting married before him. And now that you were looking for Harrison all over the reception tent, he was nowhere to be found.

Finally after looking for him for hours, you catch a glimpse of him on the other end of the dance floor, and that makes you take off. By the time you caught up to him outside the tent, you were out of breath.

“Haz, wait!” you called out, running after him. He stops and turns back at you, looking at you curiously, “Where are you going? The party is not done yet!”

He deliberated for a moment before answering, “Yeah I know, I just have an early flight to catch tomorrow. Have some auditions and readings,” both of you stand there in awkward silence, before you decide to speak up.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you back there you know…” he nods his head, “I was just, angry, at how stupid I was to never tell you that I loved you. I thought that you never felt the same, and then Tom happened…” you trailed off, watching his expression of defeat.

“It’s okay. If it wasn’t meant to be, it wasn’t meant to be.” He shrugs it off, but learning the fact that you loved him too makes him feel like Atlas, with the entire weight of sadness in his heart.

“Maybe in some other life?” you smile at him sadly, trying to keep your tears at bay. Why did it feel like you were saying good bye forever?

He walks closer to you, wrapping his hand behind your head and kissing you forehead, staying there for a few moment as he whispers against your skin “In another life,” and then kisses your forehead again before turning away sharply before you could see him cry. And you knew that both of you were now waiting for that another life, when you’d be able to be together, forever.

tagging a few peeps who would like it (probably 😅)

@fanficparker​ (i’m so sorry babe!), @parkerpeter24​ @greenorangevioletgrass​ @alrightythenbabe​ @sleepybesson​

[carrotmakar]

Zoey’s Writer’s Appreciation Writing Challenge

So this is my first ever writing challenge. I’m doing this writing challenge because I like the idea of being able to showcase writers and introduce them to people who may see the masterlist and not follow them yet. All of the writers that I have found on this app are wonderful and so, so good at what they do, so I thought it would be good for others that may not follow them to be able to see what they can do.

The Masterlist

Here are some things that you should know if you plan on participating: ~ You don’t have to be following me to join, anyone can participate! ~ Angst, Fluff, and Smut can all be written (as long as the characters are all of age in the smut fics). ~ The minimum word count will be 500 and there will be no maximum word count. ~ The submission can be either a one-shot or a series, feel free to whatever you feel is best! ~ You can write about Tom Holland & co. (Tom, Harry, Sam, and Haz), Harry Styles, and any character in the mcu. ~ You CAN do an OC or a character x character piece. ~ Basically just follow my rules in my guidelines for requests and it’ll be fine (the only things to ignore in the guidelines are the things that this list says is fine) ~ Send me an ask or message me to let me know which prompt(s) and character pairing that you’re doing. ~ More than one person can do each prompt, just choose the one you want to do, everyone has different minds so each will be different! ~ I won’t set a date for when it has to be done, work on your own time. I know that people can be busy and due dates can just add to that. I want anyone that wants to participate to do so! ~ Once you’re done writing the piece, tag me in it and tag it with #zoeyswritersappreciationwc (i would like to both be tagged personally and it be tagged with the # so that I make sure to see it!) Feel free to also message it to me so I for sure get it! ~ All of the pieces will be compiled into a masterlist so that, as I said before, I want the writers to be showcased! 

I’ll add the prompts that I found, came up with, and received from @slytherins-destroyed-my-life​ under the cut. Be free to choose one or two of those and do what you wish with them. Be creative! (If you don’t find one that sparks inspiration, don’t be afraid to use your own!). The list is kind of a mess, but I tried to include fluff, angst, and smut prompts.

I’ll also tag all of the people that responded to the post about the idea or sent me an ask under the cut, you don’t have to, but feel free to reblog this to spread the word so that other writers can see this and be a part of it as well!

- “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to avoid it!” - “Pay attention to me.” - “Please don’t leave me.” - “Why? Why can’t you love me back?” - “On a scale of one to ten, how mad would you be if-” “At least a twenty.” - “Letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” - “Please forgive me.” - “Leave.” - “Don’t you see that I’m trying?” - “It’s okay. I understand. You can leave, they all do.” - “You’ve caught me at a really bad time.” - “I’ll take that as a compliment.” - “Are you there?” “Physically, yes. Mentally, it’s debatable.” - “Stay.” - “You’re so cute when you’re trying not to blush.” - “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” - “You don’t love me. You never did.” - “I love you. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Even if you don’t love me back, and even if we both move on, there will always be a part of me that will always love you no matter what.” - “Do you think soulmates are real?” - “Your hands look cold.” - “Did you kiss her?” - “Oh hush, you know you love me.” - “(Name), please tell me what love feels like.” - “It somehow feels nostalgic being here, the memories, they all just come flooding back.” - “I can’t believe you’re mine.” - “Dying is easy, so I won’t say that I’d die for you. But living, that’s harder. I’d live for you. I’d go through anything for you.” - “I love you so much that it scares me.” “Is it a good scared?” “Yeah, it makes me feel alive.” - “You’re my infinity.” - “There comes a time when ‘sorry’ just isn’t good enough anymore.” - “I have to walk away, I have to leave.” - “You hurt me one too many times.” - “I let you in, that was my biggest mistake.” - “Promise you’ll stay by my side.”  -  “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” - “Tell me how you want me.” - “Stay quiet, understand?” - :You look good when you’re soaking wet.” - “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” - “I didn’t know you were this sensitive.” - “That was kind of hot.” - “Fuck you!” “Buy me dinner first, and we’ll see.” - “Is that what you think of me?” - “Don’t you love me?” - “I’ll keep you warm.” - “You can’t keep doing this to yourself.” - “I told you not to get too close to me.” - “I may or may not have left some...marks.” - “The noises you make are incredible.” - “I’d punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.” - “Misery loves company.”

People that responded to the idea post - @peeterparkr @emilykjh @parkersbliss @hufflepuff-always-and-forever @wotamelonsugar @greenorangevioletgrass @t-holland2080 @cosmicholland @ciggylungz @marvelousell @lost-aesthetic-of-past @harryskalechips @a-different-brand-of-beans

[ragerstud]

just watched the pilot episode of zoey's extraordinary playlist and i cried , i laughed , i danced i had so many epiphanies it was a rollercoaster ride

[itisannak]

Rose-Colored Glasses (A Harry Styles Fic) / Part 1: New York City

Summary: (Y/N) is a 21-year-old student at the New York Institute of Fine Arts. When money becomes tight, she signs up to Seeking Arrangement, where she meets Harry Styles, a 30-year-old executive, who just wants a normal friend. Or, maybe more...  (For @harrysleftchelseaboot​ Writer’s Appreciation Writing Challenge)  (This part does not contain smut scenes. But future parts of this fic do.) (Words: 10k) (Part 2: New York City & Aspen, Part 3: New York City, Amalfi Coast, & Rome, Part 4: Epilogue) (Rose Colored Glasses Vol. 2, Part 1: New York, Part  2: New York, Upper East Side ,  Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Part 4: Upper East Side, New York City & Low Manhattan, New York City / Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Part 6: New York, Zurich, London) / Epilogue; Hawaii

I sigh as I lock my phone, leaving it on the arm of the couch as my friend takes her seat back, looking at me in confusion. "(Y/N), bub... Are you ok? You seem a little..." "Out of my mind? Anxious? Petrified?" I ask her back and she chuckles softly, nodding her head. "All of the above. What's going on? Is Pete bothering you again? You were fine before I went to the kitchen." She asks me back, passing me the bowl of popcorn. "No, I think he is with someone else now. He hasn't bothered me in a while. And thank God for that. He is the last person I want to deal with right now. My electricity bill just came in my email. I swear, it feels like I had just paid the last one..." I whine, stuffing my mouth with a handful of popcorn. "I mean, ever since my roommate decided to move in with her boyfriend, I can barely afford the apartment by myself. I don't want to go back to living in the dorm, it feels like a step back." I complain, making my friend look at me with a frown. "Oh, honey. The 'looking for roommate' flyers didn't do anything?" She asks me softly. "Nothing. Plus, it is really weird looking for a roommate in the senior year. Not to mention having to worry about the new roommate being a creep..." I groan, just at the thought of going through the whole process of building trust with a new person. "Well, if everything fails, you can always find a sugar daddy. New York is rid of them." She nudges my shoulder, chuckling softly. I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head at her. "Yeah, right... Maybe I will pick extra shifts at the cafe, I'll be fine, no need to worry right now." I try to be breezy and sound optimistic, brushing the matter off. "I am serious, though. There is this site... Seeking Arrangement or Arrangements. It is easy to join in and they run checks on the daddies and some of them don't even want sex." She suggests, cocking an eyebrow playfully at me. "I don't think I would fit in there... Plus, old white rich men are kinda making my stomach turn, so... It's fine, I will find a way to make extra cash..." I assure her, already feeling my stomach upset at the thought of actually doing that. My moral axis is on the opposite end of that, and I can't even picture myself not getting furious at the very first message some random dude is going to send me. "Shall we start the movie? You could use something to distract you, right?" She asks me, grabbing the remote control. "Sure..." I smile politely, relaxing back on the couch.

I fidget my pen with my fingers as I hover over my budget for the month. There is no way I can afford rent, electricity, and food this month, even if I work double-hours. Fuck, I have been taking pride in myself for being able to survive in New York without asking for help from my parents so far and now I am about to call for money, in the middle of the night. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes to try and calm myself. I have been chanting repeatedly that everything is going to be alright, but honestly, this is not working. And what makes things worse is that the idea of signing up to that site my friend suggested has been seeping through my brain since I picked up my diary and pen to calculate my expenses. I bring my laptop closer, sighing as I type the keywords into Google. The site is at the top of the results; Seeking Arrangement dot com. This feels wrong, but I am just researching. My forefinger hovers over my touchpad, trying to find the courage to go against what I thought my moral compass has been opposed to. My face morphs as I press the link, fixing my posture to take a better look at the information before me. The couple on the homepage seems like they have definitely been hired for the promotional shoot, I could bet my money that they are not a couple but honestly is not much. I dig the site more, reading and re-reading the terms, browsing the members, and trying to talk myself out of signing up. But the idea is rooted deep in my head and I find myself clicking the sign-up tile. They are running background checks and I can set my terms about the type of relationship I wish for. And hey, there is a sea of women and men on this site, I will probably not find someone interested to 'invest' and 'mentor' me. My profile will be lost in the sea of people looking for a sugar daddy. I decide to just close the laptop and go to bed early, not hover over my screen for messages I might never receive either way. I cover myself with the duvet up to my ears, craving warmth and safety to lull myself and fall asleep. I am having a hard time not feeling guilty for signing up to the site; I know that there is no reason to, that there is nothing shameful in utilizing an opportunity like this, and that on my profile I have stated my boundaries, but my stomach is tight at the thought of people actually finding my profile. And I honestly don't know which scenario would be worse; having messages from the men on this site in the morning, or logging in to an empty inbox.

I have a hard time starting my day this morning. Not that is ever easy for me to part from my beloved comforter, but today the New York weather begs for me to stay in bed, cocoon, and drink cup after cup of tea. But if I want to keep the slightest hope of keeping this apartment, I have to get up and head to work. I suppress my urge to log in to the site and check if there are any messages; I will end up spiraling or digging too deep, so I leave it for when night comes, to pair my research with my cup of noodles. I wear my work outfit; a simple pair of black jeans, a blunt black t-shirt, and a beige apron that will complete the look once I reach the coffee shop. It is the most boring color scheme, but the owner is all about ~calm colors that are easy on the eye~. As if black is easy on the eye. I grab my backpack and stuff my laptop in it; hopefully, I will get some surge of will to write more on my dissertation.

I walk to the announcement board of the library, looking at the huge display for my looking for a roommate ad. Still, all the fringes with my phone number are hanging below the paper, which means that no one was interested in it. I'll give it by the end of the week; either way, that's the time I have before I lose the payment deadline. "No luck yet?" My best friend startles me, tapping my shoulder. "No. No one even picked my number up." I sigh, my shoulders dropping as I love hope gradually. "Maybe they just saved it on their contacts straight away. Or took a pic of the ad. Don't stress over it. Come on, we have a class with Chimera... We don't want to be late." She pulls me by my arm, dragging me away from the board.

I unlock the door to my apartment well past the time I was supposed to be back. My body is already sore from the day and I am not anywhere close to calling it a day. I set my backpack by my bed before I strip to take a shower and wash away the day. I pour boiling water in my cup of noddles and sprinkle the seasonings before crossing my legs on top of each other and pulling my laptop on top of my lap as I stir my dinner for the noodles to soften faster; my belly has been rumbling ever since I stepped out of my class. I open my dissertation files, sighing at the thought of how much work I have left for this to be done and ready for submission. And then I decide to take a look at my Seeking Arrangement profile. I tap my nails against the keyboard softly as I wait for the login to be completed. I take a bite from my noodles as my profile appears on my screen and I see the little red dot over my message icon. "Holy fuck." I choke on my food as I see I have already been messaged 5 times but various men. Huh... Would you look at that... I open the messages one by one, a different tab for each message.

The first one is by a 50-year-old dude, who seems way too forward from the first message. No, thanks. The second one looks gross; I know I should not judge a book by each cover, but my stomach twitches at the sight of his picture. The third one started with a dick pic, so big no and block. The fourth one looks no older than 28, lives in New York, has a pretty face. That could work...

'Hello. Your profile seems quite interesting. And I noticed you live in New York. What a coincidence? How is the city treating you?' His message is completely different from the others' messages, he seems a bit awkward, in contrast to the confidence the other men showed. I bite my lip and leave the cup next to me before I fix my posture to reply to his message. 'Hi. Thank you for your compliment. New York has been quite the experience thus far. I can't wait to see what adventure it brings me next. How is the city treating you?' I send the message, waiting already for his response. I know better than expecting him to reply straight away, but this seems a bit fun. 'It has been amazing this far. Are you a student here?' He asks; there hasn't even been a minute since I sent my message. 'I study History of Art. I am in my senior year, with only one semester left to get my degree. What about you?' 'I am working in the city. Wow, art history... Impressive. Are you an artist as well, or just an art lover?' 'Just an art lover. My drawing skills are limited to drawing smiley faces.' 'Ah, like myself. Have you been on this site for a long time?' 'I signed up last night, you are the first person I talk to in here. What about you?' 'Just a couple of weeks. This is all new to me, can't imagine how strange it must seem to you.' 'It is a strange experience, yes. I am still trying to find out how all this works.' 'Well, allow me to welcome you in here. To my understanding, you need to set your boundaries, talk about what you want to get out of a relationship.' 'And what are you looking for in a relationship, Harry?' 'Well, I don't know. I guess I am seeking some normalcy in my life. A friend who is outside my circle. Not specifically for anything sexual. What are you looking for, (Y/N)?' 'I am not sure. I guess a taste of a different lifestyle...' 'That sounds good to me. I can give a taste of that.' 'And I am sure I can give you the normalcy you are looking for. It doesn't get more normal than this, I can assure you.' 'Look at you, already making your first arrangement. See, it wasn't that hard, was it?' 'I think you are the one who made it easy for me.' 'Ah, that is untrue. Your honesty did. Would you be comfortable if we met in person? Getting to know someone through a screen only lets you find out little about them.' 'You are not wasting time, I see.' 'I promise, it is nothing sexual. Nor anything creepy. I just want to see you face to face, know the real you. You can pick the time, date, and place. Anything that makes you comfortable.'

And just like that, I am dressed in my nicest dress, walking to the lobby of Plaza Hotel to ask for Harry. I am under-dressed to fit the place, the luxury of the hotel almost making it seem tacky. I walk to the front desk, clearing my throat nervously as the man behind looks at me in a poss way, almost despiteful. "How may I help you, Miss?" He asks me, arching an eyebrow at me. "Hi. I am looking for Mr. Harry Styles." I announce, making the man turn to the computer and punch in his name. "And who is asking for him?" He asks, picking up the landline phone and looking at me questioningly. "Ms. (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." I reply; on one hand, it is a good thing I gave my real name, they keep a record here, I am sure, and if anything happens to me... Well, at least they will have clues to look for me. But at the same time, I am so nervous about it, a bit shameful about revealing my name to someone. Until the man announced my name on the phone, Harry only knew my first name; and he only gave me his full name to ask for him in the lobby. I wish we could just stick to knowing only each other's first name. "Mr. Styles will now accept you in the Junior King Suite, on the 19th floor." The man states, smiling patronizingly before letting me go my way.

I walk in the elevator, pressing the button for the floor before I walk to the very back of the cabin, leaning against the wall. What the fuck am I doing here? Do I really want this? There is still time for me to leave... I can just get out of the elevator the next time the doors open and run. He knows I am here, but that won't be a problem, I assume. Fuck. Maybe he won't be that bad. Maybe he really wants a companion who lives a normal life. And I do need the money. 2 days until rent is due and I don't have any other options now. I close my eyes, trying to get to my happy place to relax. I try to regulate my breathing, along with air for my lungs dragging in the warm aroma of the elevator's air refresher The elevator makes a ping sound as it reaches the 19th floor, and while bracing myself, I walk out of the cabin and down the hall, looking for the suite.

I knock on the door, fixing my posture a bit; I might feel like wreckage inside, but at least I have to look a bit of the opposite. The door opens and reveals the same man that was pictured on the profile. What a relief. "(Y/N), I am so glad to finally meet you in person. Come on in." He invites me, moving from the door and gesturing to the room. "Hi, Harry. It is good to meet you in person." I say gleefully, extending my hand for the tall, charming man to shake. "I am quite soothed you are like your pictures. Don't get me wrong, please, but I was kinda worried about being catfished." He states as we walk to the spacious sitting area. The gold-detailed furniture fails to give the room the renaissance air they aimed for, instead, making it seem heavy and tacky, the nouveau riche tasteless aesthetic making me nearly laugh. "Oh, I feel the same, no need to worry about how you sound. I am glad I am seeing you and not some imposer." I giggle, taking a seat in the armchair. "So, can I offer you a drink?" He asks, walking to the fully-equipped bar across from where I am seated. "Just plain soda water, please." I reply. "Not a drinker?" He asks as he reaches for the can. "Not really, if I am being honest. I never understood drinking until passing out, so I truly cannot hold my liquor. I limit myself to a glass of wine or two, now and then." I chuckle, earning a laugh from Harry. "Favorite type of wine?" He asks while I watch him bring me the closed can and a chilled tall glass. He opens and pours the drink in front of me, making relief and gratitude course through my body. "Will it sound cliche if I say rosé?" I ask and he hands me the drink. "Not at all. Rosé has a unique grace. No wonder why you like it." He states, smiling at me as he lounges on the armchair. I feel my face heating up, making me press my hand against my cheek. "You are cute when you are trying not to blush." Harry comments, picking up his drink. "I am not used to being called graceful. I am quite clumsy and inept at all times, my friends tease me that I am all thumbs." I laugh, earning a chuckle. "Well, you look very elegant, way too sophisticated for your age. Maybe you lack acting like it, but I cannot picture you being clumsy." He compliments. "You flutter me, Harry. Thank you." I cling my glass with his glass as he extends it towards me. "So, there is no easy way to initiate this conversation, so I will take away the awkwardness and bring up the terms of our arrangement." He cuts straight to the point, sitting comfortably on the armchair. "Of course." I mumble, taking a sip from my soda. "I told you I am looking for normalcy. And you are looking for a different lifestyle. I can provide you with that. I can give you all you are asking me for, in exchange for being my friend, some who will help me stay grounded. I need you to be there for me, be a listener, keep me company whenever I need you. We will meet here, once a week. We can also go out for dinners sometimes, and some trips I guess, but for now, let's ease into it. I want to make it clear that nothing sexual will happen between me and you. I don't need a fuck buddy. We will be friends, good friends. And I will make sure you have a nice life. I will transfer money to your account weekly, so, give me your account details, please." He explains, passing me a piece of paper and a pen. I look at him for a moment, biting the inside of my cheek as I weigh the situation. "Everything alright?" He asks me, pushing his eyebrows together to look at me. "Yeah, I just... Can you explain to me what do you mean by trips?" I ask and he nods. "Occasionally, I have to take business trips, which frankly stress me out, so I will need my buddy with me. Of course, that is if you are comfortable with traveling, I am not going to force you to come with me from day one, obviously, I am not going to force you at all, to be honest." He explains; he sounds soft, assuring, so my heart feels at ease as I open the bank up to pull up my information. I scribble down the info, checking it twice to make sure things are ok. "Alright then. I don't want to drain you from our first meeting. I will see you on Tuesday, around 8. We can have dinner together. You can come straight to the suite, I will leave an order to allow you here at all times." He pats his thighs before getting up, signaling me subconsciously to do the same. "That sounds great. I will make sure to be here on time." I grin at him. "The room is already paid for. You can stay if you want, order from room service, or take whatever from the minibar if you wish. I can't wait to see you again on Tuesday. I am really glad I met you, (Y/N). Have a great night." He extends his hand towards me, making me cheese as I shake his hand. "It was great meeting you, Harry. Can't wait until Tuesday." I say before he turns to leave with a wave goodbye.

I wander around the giant suite, lips pursed as I tap my fingers on my thigh. It doesn't seem a bad place to spend the night if you look past the tacky decoration. I flop on top of the giant bed, the skirt of my dress rising to my thighs from the impact. I kick off my ballerina pumps and slide back on the bed until my head is propped against the million pillows. I turn to my side and reach for the nightstand, fumbling around in the drawer of it to find the room service catalog. Maybe I will get a burger, a nice juicy burger, with fries and extra cheddar cheese. I finally find it, picking it up and looking at it. Holy fuck, room service is expensive as fuck. But Harry said the room is paid for, so I assume further expenses are going to be charged in his card. Should I feel bad for charging the guy's card with a whopping 30 dollars for just a burger? Ah, screw it... He will be fine. My phone pings before I could pick up the landline and order my burger, making me reach for it at the end of the bed. '$2,500.00 transfer to your account for 'WEEKLY ALLOWANCE'.' The notification displays on my lock screen, making me blink to make sure I read right. Fuck, shit, ok... Gotta make sure there were no mistakes done during transfer. I look through my contacts, trying to find Harry's; he gave me it the day we confirmed our meeting, just in case I needed anything, but I can't remember so the life of me to remember how I saved it. Oh, H*... Sure. I press call and bring the phone to my ear, biting on my nail as I wait. "Hello, Harry's speaking." He sounds a bit cheery; I can hear the busy city street in the background of the call. "Hi, Harry. It's (Y/N)... I just got a notification from my bank..." "Yes, I made the transfer. Is everything alright?" He asks. "I was wondering if there was a mistake. Maybe you meant to transfer 250 dollars and the extra zero was an accident." "No, it is your weekly allowance. I didn't tell you about the amount?" He asks in confusion. "It is a lot of money." I point out. "It is not, love. I told you I can give you a better lifestyle. Enjoy it." I can hear the smile in his voice. "Thank you. Ok then, I guess..." "Listen, love. I have to go, I am driving. I will see you on Tuesday again. Take care." He says charmingly, making me chuckle. "You too." I reply before the line goes dead. Fuck me... I don't have to worry about rent for the next 3 months at least, and Harry is a decent guy. Maybe it is not as bad as I thought it would be.

This might as well be the first time I paid rent before it was even due - well, by a couple of days, but still, it counts. I even went grocery shopping and filled my fucking fridge with food. Not canned goods or ramen noodle packets, but actual food, and had no guilt whatsoever about all the money I spent in a single day. "Are you coming to the karaoke party tonight?" Chrissy asks me, tapping my shoulder as I pick up my stuff after class dismissal. "Sure, let me get into my time machine and transfer to 1992 when karaoke parties were cool." I sass, rolling my eyes at her. "Oh, come on... When was the last time you came to a party? We will start thinking you are avoiding us..." She pouts at me, making me shake my head at her. "I am working an extra shift today. But I might be free on Thursday. We can go for drinks, at that fancy cocktail place if you'd like." "Fancy cocktail place, huh? Your penny-pinching boss decided to give you a raise or something? Last week you didn't know whether or not you would be able to pay rent and now you are talking about fancy cocktail places?" She asks confused, cocking an eyebrow at me. "I found my childhood piggy bank..." I mock and she chuckles. "Ok then. I am going to keep you true to your words and Thursday, you and I are going for a cocktail." She eyes me, making me nod. "Thursday it is then." I assure her, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

I decide, for the first time since I moved to New York for college, to splurge on a nice dress. Of course, not too nice, since rent, bills, and grocery shopping have already taken off a considerable part of my budget. But still, I can afford a dress in the 3-figure range, which is something I have never been able to. So, on Tuesday, at 8, I make my way out of the elevator once it reaches the floor the suite is on, clad in my burgundy red dress that stops a bit below my knee, with short sleeves and a neckline that elongates my neck. I am sure Harry will not mind the dress much; I could have worn any other dress in my closet and I bet it would be the same. I knock on the door of the room, waiting for Harry to open and let me in. I fidget with my fingers; it has been nearly a minute since I knocked, but no response, not even a sound coming from behind the door. Maybe he forgot we would be meeting tonight, or he was caught up in his office. My spiral soon comes to an end as Harry opens the door, smiling at me before moving. "Are you always this precise at your appointments?" He asks me with a chuckle. "I try to. I have to admit that I am not always successful at it, though." I giggle as he closes the door. "Hope you brought an appetite." Harry points to the carefully made table in the place a lounging chair was the last time I was over. "What are we having?" I ask, taking a seat as Harry pulls my chair for me, in true gentleman fashion. "I thought of ordering a 12-course meal..." "Oh, God..." I rasp, just at the thought of it. "But I figured it would be a lot. So, I settled for something more mundane. Italian. The first course is bruschetta with eggplant and parmesan. Second, Calamari, stuffed, and fried. For main, linguini alle vongole. And an Italian green salad for the side, I guess. Then we finish with tiramisu cake and classic gelato. Paired with rosé, to please the lady's taste." Harry explains, opening the first bell to reveal the bruschettas. "This looks lovely, Harry." I am in a state of awe, looking at the delicate, yet hearty-looking pieces of crispy bread with diced tomato and eggplant garnish on top.

Harry pours the wine on our glasses, his movement, and mannerism revealing that he has been in the high society for quite a long time. "How was your day?" I ask Harry, who rests back on his chair. He is dressed in a loose white shirt, the top button undone to show off his ink-covered sternum, paired with flannel trousers and a set of pristine loafers, that look like they have ever touched gravel. "Very boring. Nothing dramatic happens in my world if I am honest. How was your day?" He asks me back, picking up the bruschetta on his plate. I notice the ring wrapping around his fingers, silver or white gold, I don't know, I was never good at telling the difference. "I had classes in the morning. Then a meeting with my supervisor for my dissertation. And then my friend begged me to join her karaoke party, so I had to bribe her with drinks at a fancy rooftop cocktail place in 12th Street on Thursday. It wasn't very eventful, to be frank." I reply, taking a sip from my wine. "I never asked you... Why art history? Why study it?" He asks me, looking at me in full focus. "Ok... I was 4 when my parents took me to a museum. Kids had a free pass and either way, it was the first Sunday of the month, so people could just get in museums for free. My parents took me there, and we went through the artifacts until we reached a small expo about Renaissance paintings and I got enamored. I was a child in my little candy store. I milked the kids' free pass for as long as I could and then I saved every dollar from my pocket-money to visit the museum. I had seen every single one of the special expos by the time I was 16, and I went to the museum manager, knocked on her door, and begged her for a job. She found it sweet that I was so obsessed with art, but she couldn't offer me a job. She helped me apply to the best art history programs, gave me a letter of recommendation even. I still see her every time I visit home for the holidays. You see, I knew from 4 years old that I would be following this career path. There was no other option for me." I explain. "You never changed your mind on it?" He asks, staring at me in awe. "Never, not even for a second... Well, that's kind of a lie... I did change my mind for about 5 minutes when I saw that my supervisor would be Chimera, but I snapped out of it." "Chimera?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow. "There is this lecturer, toughest of them all. We call her Chimera. Chimera was this monster in Greek mythology, a lion-goat hybrid with a snake tail that breathed fire. My lecturer has this despotic, authoritarian physique, she is pretty terrifying if I am honest." I explain. "You know your mythology, I see..." He comments, swirling the liquid in his wine glass. "I had to. A huge proportion of art is inspired by mythology." I reply. He is looking at me with a piercing, invested gaze, prompting me to talk more. "I never asked you what you do for a living..." I point out, the information gap leaving me with an inch on my insides. "I run some business, a cluster of corporations. Some family business, others my own or purchased." He replies. Even though he did answer my question, the void is still there, intriguing more as to why he chose to not give me a clear answer. "Does it fulfill you? I mean, your job, does it make you happy?" I ask, pushing my plate a bit away from me. I fix my posture, aligning my back with the chair's back. Harry stays quiet for a moment, looking at me in a brooding, almost reflecting way, before chuckling and taking a sip from his wine. "No one is truly happy nowadays, (Y/N). Happiness is an illusion, all of it is but a bubble, on the verge of bursting with every decision you make. Tell me, are you happy?" He asks me back. I shrug my shoulders softly, biting my tongue as I think about it. "I consider myself happy, yes." I reply, making Harry shake his head along with his finger in a rejecting way. "See, this is utter bullshit. You are not happy, you are lying to yourself. If you were happy, if you were truly happy, you wouldn't have signed up on that site. You can lie all you want, but you know as well as I do that we only met because misery pushed us together. So, I will drink to misery, since she is the reason I met you." He leans in, bringing his glass to the middle of the rotunda table. I gulp awkwardly, following his lead and clinging my glass with his, the sharp, pitched sound produced filling the silence coating the room.

"Did I bring you down with my realism?" He asks me, noticing that I awkwardly go back to munching on my bruschetta, who is now cold and more solid than before. "No... Well, maybe a little, if you want honesty. I choose to believe that happiness exists, and while it may be fragile, we all deserve to taste it. If you want to credit misery for our meeting, fine. But I choose to believe that something else brought us together. Loneliness, maybe. But not misery. I was happy when I signed up to the site, and I am not going to take away the happiness because I was stressed at that point of my life." I state, trying my best to keep my voice calm. "Maybe I am the miserable bastard of the story. Time will show. Come on now, love. Let's ditch the long faces and serve the next dish." Harry cheers, standing up and walking to the door to let the people who are here to serve our next dish in. The man takes away the plates, while a much younger man, close to my age replaces the cutlery and places the bells before us. Harry thanks the men while I smile politely at them before they walk out. "Were they waiting behind the door to bring the next plate?" I ask Harry, who is pouring more wine into a fresh glass. I guess I didn't realize they took away the glasses too. "No... They are serving us based on a timeline. I realized it was time for our next meal when I took a look at my watch." He explains, tapping his finger against the watch that must have cost half my tuition if not more. "I see. I would feel kinda bad if they were standing behind the door throughout the meal." I state, causing Harry to scoff. "Don't worry, I am not that big of a tyrant." He muses, raising his bell. "I don't think you are a tyrant. On the contrary, I think you use the tough, bossy profile as a defense." I slouch my shoulders a little, relaxing my posture as I open the bell before me. "I didn't realize the weekly allowance covered the psychoanalysis fees as well..." He comments, cutting a piece of his calamari with his knife. I know that is my cue to shut up, so I just stuff my face with food or wine for the rest of the meal.

"The suite is prepaid for the night. If you feel like it, you can stay." Harry comments, slipping in his jacket. "I have an early class in the morning, so I will catch a taxi home now." I reply, fixing any creases on my dress from sitting that many hours during our dinner. "Nonsense, my driver can take you home." He offers but I shake my head. "I don't want to put you out of your way... I will be fine with a taxi." I try to assure him but he scoffs and brushes me off. "I am not hearing another word. My driver will take you." He almost commands, opening the door for me, placing his hand on my back as we walk out in the hall. "Vinny, you are taking the lady home. I will be having a drink at the bar here, pick me up after she makes it home." Harry announces to his driver as we reach his car. The man opens the door of the majestic Rover for me, letting me climb inside and make myself comfortable on the leather seats. "And (Y/N)... Make sure to text me on Thursday morning about the time you and your friend will be going to that fancy rooftop cocktail place. Be safe, see you on Saturday." Harry states, patting the hood of the car as his driver starts the engine. I am not sure if he did it on purpose, signal the driver to take off before I could talk, and neither will I have the chance to talk about it next time we meet. I pull my phone out, scrolling through my socials to pass time. "Where to, miss?" The driver asks me, looking at me through the driver's mirror.

'Good morning, Harry. You requested I text you about my going out tonight, so here it is I guess. My friend and I will be heading to the bar at around 9. If you want to meet afterward, I assume that by midnight I will be free. Have a great day. x' I am not sure if we will be meeting tonight with Harry, to be honest, but I had to follow his order and text him. I stared at my phone throughout the day, waiting for at least a reply out of courtesy, but nothing so far. My friend insisted we have a kick out of our night out, so we had a little dress up, with her nearly forcing me into one of her fancy little dresses. I did her makeup and we took turns doing each other's hair, so it felt like having an adult dress party.

We make it to the rooftop bar at around 9:15, the night sky making the whole scenery even better. "Hi, can we have a table for two?" I ask the hostess who smiles at me. "Ms. (Y/L/N)?" The woman asks me and I nod, furrowing my eyebrows together as I look at her. "I am sorry, have we met?" I ask her and she shakes her head at me. "No, no. I was instructed to guide you and your friend to the VIP lounge." She explains, handing me an envelope. "Instructed by who?" My friend asks. I feel awkward, knowing I cannot explain to her. "Chrissy, it is fine..." I brush it off, following the hostess to the spot. We settle into the lounge, enjoying the view of the city for a moment before the waitress catches our attention. "Your waiter will be with you shortly. Enjoy your night." She smiles politely, walking away after making sure we are comfortable. Chrissy is looking at me in suspicion, but says nothing, opting to scan through the menu. I find the opportunity to open the envelope, revealing a note on a stationery card. 'Enjoy the night on me. -H.' Simple as that, even on my night out he chose to intervene. Money buys everything, even a way for him to control my day. "I was kinda hoping for a mojito tonight..." Chrissy groans and I chuckle. "If you ask for a mojito in here, I think they are going to throw us off the rooftop." I giggle, picking up my menu. "Everything is freaking expensive in here..." She whispers and I chuckle. "Don't worry much about it. It has been handled." I reply. She cocks an eyebrow at me, but before she could open her mouth, the waiter approaches as with a tray full of plates and 2 glasses. "Good evening, ladies. May I get you started with Apéritifs while your drinks are getting prepared?" He asks, lowering plate after plate before us. "We didn't order those." Chrissy points out. "We have been instruct to serve Ms. (Y/L/N) and company a variety of our catalog." The man replies, leaving two tall glasses of Aperol in front of us. Chrissy is looking at me surprised but doesn't comment, relaxing back on her seat. "Did you have a chance to look over our drinks catalog?" The man asks us. "Yes. May I have a Lavender Lake?" My friend asks, looking over the plates set before us. "Of course. And for the other lady?" He asks me, turning to face me. "I... Can I have a second, please?" I grab the menu, scanning over it quickly. "I am having a North Fork Royale," I reply, leaving the menu on the edge of the table. "Can you please tell us what we have before us?" Chrissy asks, twirling a strand of hair behind her ear. Her flirting mode is on, eyes sparkling as she stares at the guy, who chuckles. "Of course. Before you, there is Hummus and Pita, a Watermelon Salad with Feta Cheese, Guacamole with Crispy Tortilla, Spiced Chicken Empanadas with a light Minty Yogurt. And for your next course, you can pick between Dry Aged Beef Burger, Duck Carnitas Tacos, or Seared Ora King Salmon." He explains. "I will have the Salmon, please." I announce, biting the inside of my cheek. "What would you suggest?" She asks the waiter. "The duck is juicy and flavorful. The burger has an exquisite, rich taste. The salmon tastes fresh. For someone with your temperament, I would suggest the duck tacos." The man replies, making my eyes widen. Chrissy and her flirting, always getting whoever she has her eye on. "Alright then. I will have the juicy duck..." She says suggestively, making me choke on the sip o my Aperol. The man walks away and I scoff, looking at Chrissy in surprise. "Not wasting time I see..." I comment. "He looks like a tall glass of cold water and I am parched. You didn't seem interested, so why play around?" She asks with a shrug. "By all means, feel free to get it..." I giggle. "Besides, you don't seem in need of a man." She states, cocking an eyebrow before bringing her glass to sip from it. I feel like protesting the comment, asking her what she means by it, but I remain silent, knowing that if she brings up her past suggestion, I will be exposed.

My phone rings at 12:30 after I have undressed and taken off my make up. I pick up my phone from the top of the dresser and realize that Harry is calling me this late at night. I try to figure whether or not I want to talk to him right now. "Hi, Harry. Is everything ok?" I ask, sighing quietly as the line goes live. "Hi, doll. I wanted to invite you over on Saturday. We said we would meet, but didn't arrange anything. What would you like to do?" He asks me. I rub my temples and close my eyes, thinking about it for a moment. "You want normal, right?" I ask and he hums softly. "I want whatever you want, sweetheart." "Pizza and a movie. No formal clothes. How long has it been since you wore sweats, ate greasy pizza, and just chilled?" I ask. "Ok, then. Come up the room at 8. Sweats and pizza movie night." He chuckles. "I have to go. It is late and I am tired. Thank you for the treat tonight." "You are welcome. Hope you had fun. Sweet dreams, see you on Saturday." He cheers off before the line dies. He sounded a lot lighter than the last time we met, the broody tone giving place to a more positive one.

I knew I would potentially be kicked off the moment I stepped into Plaza's lobby, wearing sweats and a t-shirt, so I opted for dressing up and packing a change of clothes for when I reach the room. I knock on the door, looking around me to make sure no one is paying attention to me. "I thought you said the dress code for tonight is sweats... You look ready to go for drinking..." Harry states as he lets me in. He is already dressed in a pair of sweatshorts, resting just on his mid-thigh, and a grey muscle top, revealing many of his tattoos. "I brought a change of clothes with me. Did you get here like that?" I ask and he chuckles. "Of course." "And they didn't kick you out?" "Why would they?" "Because this place is posh. It has an unspoken dress code." "So?" "So..." I am speechless, his confusion over my words revealing the huge difference between me and him. He doesn't have to worry about how he looks; money buys you a place everywhere. "I will go change." I excuse myself, walking straight into the bathroom.

I walk out of the bathroom, looking around for Harry. "Harry?" I call out, trying to trace him. "I am in the bedroom..." He announces, making me furrow my eyebrows together. I walk towards the sliding doors, finding him sitting at the end of the bed. I feel a weird tightness in my stomach; this isn't part of our deal. "Don't worry, this isn't what you think it is. It is just the only room with a TV in the suite." He explains, patting the spot close to him on the bed for me to sit on. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have made assumptions..." I stutter, making him chuckle. "I told you, this is platonic. I just need a friend. I will not take advantage of you just because I give you money." He assures me. "Can we talk about something?" I ask him and hums in agreement. "Of course. What is it?" "I appreciate that you treated me and my friend to a night out, and we wouldn't have had such a great time as we did if you didn't surprise me, but it also put me in a tough spot with my friend. I didn't know what to tell her..." I explain. "Oh... I didn't think there would be a problem." He sounds shocked. "I know you didn't do it on purpose. I just... I want you to be a bit more... Considerate of my position..." I reply. "Your friend doesn't know about this?" "I haven't told anyone about this. It is not like I want to brag about being a sugar baby." I reply. Harry hums, drawing in a deep breath. "Why? Have you told anyone about this?" I ask. "No, but it isn't the same." "It is, Harry. I am not ashamed I am your friend. I am not ashamed of spending time with you. I just don't want to expose you, and I don't want people all over my business." I explain. "It's fine, you don't have to explain things to me. I appreciate that you don't kiss and tell." He chuckles. "Anyway, I loved what you did yesterday. It was very sweet of you. I just wish you would have told me earlier so I could come up with something to tell my friend." I try to lift him, not cause him to turn colder towards me. "Next time I will. Ok... So, which movie and what kind of pizza do you want?" He asks me, grabbing the TV remote from the nightstand and handing it to me.

I groan as I open my eyes, the light from the blinders hitting me right in my face. I find myself sleeping on top of Harry. My head is on his chest, and his hand is resting on my back. We are both clothed, the same outfits we had as last night still covering our bodies. If I remember correctly, we were just buzzing from the wine and decided to just lay for a bit. But the bit turned into sleeping through the night. I don't want to wake him up by moving, since his arm is still around my back. So, I just stay, closing my eyes and trying to pay no attention to the blinding light. "Hey... Are you awake?" He asks, in a groggy voice. "Oh, thank God. I didn't want to wake you up." I reply, moving from his chest. "I didn't want to wake you up." He chuckles. I sit upon the mattress, stretching my body, and making my joints pop. "You look cute in the morning..." He compliments me. "Stop messing with me." "I am not messing with you. You look cute." He shrugs. I mumble a 'Thanks', feeling warm inside over his compliment. "Should I order breakfast?" He asks me, and I hum as I think of it. "We should go out and get some." I suggest, making him morph his face in disapproval. "It is way easier to order and be served here." He replies. "Yes, but more fun going out to get some." I point out, getting up from the bed. "Plus, you want normal from me, and that is normal..." I sing and he groans. "Normal people opt for having breakfast in bed when they are staying at the Plaza." He mutters but I shrug. "Not when they check the fees for Room Service. Come on, get up, grandpa. The more you gripe over it, the more you suffer." I nearly have to drag him out of bed, making him groan at me.

"So, where are we going for breakfast?" Harry asks as we step out of the hotel. The quiet lobby floor gives place to New York's loud street life, which is quite honestly a whole lot more calming than the judgy crowd of the Plaza Hotel. "I don't know..." I reply, beginning to walk down the street. None of us bothered changing from our outfits, Harry still in his shorts and muscle top; thank God that spring weather has started kicking in. "What do you mean you don't know? Where are we going to have breakfast at?" He asks, walking by my side. "We are having breakfast on the street. We are walking down the street until we find a vendor we like, and we are having coffee and a bite from them. We can find a park to sit at and enjoy our morning, but I'd rather have it while walking..." I shrug. Harry sighs, but continues following me, mindlessly roaming while looking for a vendor. "You do that often?" He asks me, putting his hands in his pockets. "Not really. That's why I want to do it today. I don't get to enjoy a morning stroll, with a cup of coffee in hand... And I am willing to bet all that is under my name that you have never done that, ever before..." I state and he chuckles. "There is always a first time for everything..." He mumbles. "You would think that on a Sunday, New York would be a lot quieter, a lot less busy. But it feels like every other weekday in this city." I try to make small talk, avoid opening a heavy discussion, seeing how last week's happiness stunt went. "Well, most people go to church, bright and early in the morning, sporting their best Sunday's attires and worshiping God to make up for all the crimes they commit the rest of the days. And then they roll around in their expensive cars, to head to expensive lunches and back with their lives." He replies, pointing to the convoy of expensive city cars heading the same direction. "You don't believe in God?" I ask him; there goes not talking about heavy stuff. "I do, just not in worshiping them that way. I believe God exists within us, and the way to honor them is by being kind. I am not that good at honoring God." He chuckles "I think you are a better person than you credit yourself, Harry. You are nothing but kind to me." "You only see this part of me. You don't know how I am in real life." He replies. "True. But the part of you I see is kind, and that is enough for me to know you have the potential to be kind." I state. I spot a small food cart across the street, so I grab Harry by the bicep and drag him across the street.

The cart has the typical laminated paper that displays the options we have for breakfast, so I quickly scan the pictures to make up my mind. "A cup of coffee, black. And an egg and cheese sandwich, please. And whatever the gentleman gets." I state, handing the vendor a 20$ bill. "Oh, no." "Oh, yes. Keep the change." I instruct, looking at Harry as he makes up his mind. "Dark coffee too. And a cream cheese bagel." Harry sighs, rolling his eyes at me. The man hands me my cup first then puts our snacks in paper bags, before fixing Harry's coffee. We thank the man and move along, strolling as I take a sip of my coffee. "It tastes like crap." I cringe and he laughs. "We can get some from somewhere else." He offers and I shake my head. "No, that's the magic." I reply and he chuckles. "How do you do that?" He asks me. "How do I do what?" I ask him back, a little bit confused. "How do you find the best in all cases? How do you stay so positive?" He asks me. I sigh, shrugging my shoulders before giving him an answer. "I don't know. But I know I would be pretty miserable if I didn't. And I am not always like that. This is a pointless matter, one bad coffee won't kill me. When things get more serious... Well, you wouldn't think I am a positive person." I reply, trying to open the paper bag with my breakfast sandwich. "I hope I never have to see you lose your positivity." He comments, making me smile at him softly. "You never told me if you liked your necklace." Harry changes the subject as we stroll by some posh shop's window. "What necklace?" I ask, looking at him with a furrow. "I gave you the necklace last night, didn't I?" He asks me, making me even more confused. "No..." "Shit... I must have forgotten. I am so very sorry." "It is ok. You got me a necklace?" I ask and he nods. "You didn't have to, Harry. You are already doing a lot for me..." I state and he brushes me off, flicking his hand dismissively. "I like treating you. And I wanted to get you something that would go with that lovely dress you wore when we had that dinner together. It suits you well. You should wear it more often..." He compliments me, making me hum at him. "Thank you. I might follow your advice and wear it all the time." I state and he chuckles. "You will join me for a proper lunch, won't you? I will give you the necklace then. I have it in the hotel room." He asks me and I chuckle. "Of course I will. But not because you are giving me the necklace then." I reply.

Harry gifted me the most beautiful rose-gold platted dove necklace. The dainty necklace goes pretty much with everything, so I just wear it all the time. Chrissy is sprawled on my couch, her phone in hand and a bowl of popcorn on her lap. "Pizza is on the way." I announce, sitting comfortably on the couch and handing her her glass of wine. She locks her phone and leaves it on the side, taking the glass carefully. Before we could cling our glasses together, her phone pings loudly, signaling she has a text. "You are over the waiter from the cocktail place already?" I ask her jokingly. "That IS the waiter from the cocktail place." She muses in triumph, picking her phone up and snapping a picture of herself taking a sip of her wine. "I gotta admit, you are not killing time here." I state, impressed by how easy it is for her to get whoever she wants. She huffs and leaves her glass on the coffee table, turning to look at me fully. "What?" I ask her, making her roll her eyes and shake her head at me. "You totally have a Sugar Daddy... Stop complaining..." She giggles and I look at her in shock. "What are you talking about?" I stutter and she scoffs. "Your rent is paid, you sport new clothes, that necklace is probably worth 2 months of rent, we went to that amazing place and nearly had a tasting of the full menu. You have a Sugar Daddy." She cheers and I sigh defeated. "Ok, fine... Yes. I signed up on that site you suggested and I found someone... Are you happy now?" I ask. "Spill. Tell me everything..." She encourages me, paying her full attention to me and ignoring her phone pinging maniacally. "He is sweet, caring, in his 30s I guess. I never asked him how old he is, to be honest. He treats me more than well." I reply, trying not to reveal too much about Harry. I know he would want me to respect his privacy. "What about the sugar?" She asks, moving her eyebrows suggestively. "We are just friends. There is no sugar in the way you mean it." I reply and she groans. "Just friends? What? Is he fat? Married? Bald?" She asks, cringing more and more as she lists off. "No, nothing of that sort. He is actually hot. Like, model-hot. And he has a full head of luscious hair... We've just agreed on being friends." I shrug my shoulders. "So, your kind of sugar is friendship." "Yeah, I guess..." I sigh. "So, no hook-ups for you?" "Didn't I just say we are only friends?" I ask her and she scoffs. "I meant with others, idiot. What does your agreement say on the matter?" She asks me. "We haven't talked about it... I mean, I guess since we are only friends, it is fine to see other people..." I reply. "How would you feel if he started seeing someone?" She asks me. I contemplate for a second; we are just friends, after all... Why would it matter if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend? Or a partner or whatever? "I don't know. I have to be honest with you. I don't know how I would feel." I draw in a deep breath, before taking a big sip of my drink. "Well, I think this is something you should discuss with him. I might have someone for you if you get cleared for hook-ups..." She wiggles her eyebrows, finally picking her phone.

"You seem awfully quiet tonight, sweetheart. Is something bothering you?" Harry asks me as the waiter summons our desserts. I have been out of it throughout the dinner, trying to find a way to bring the subject up for conversation. "It is nothing. Don't worry about it." I brush it off; I don't want to ruin the night. We are having dinner at a terrace, privately booked for Harry and I, with a simple dinner of steak and salad, since last time we had a big dinner together, we both got a huge bloating in the morning. "If something is bothering you, you should talk to me. I would love to help if I can." He insists, reaching his hand to top mine. "I know we have said that this is platonic and we are just friends. And I am fine with that, I am. I am just wondering... Is it ok for me to have hook-ups with others? Our situation is kinda tangled and confusing, and I don't want to do something that is not ok with you." I explain; I am sure there won't be an issue. We are just friends, it would be irrational for him to not allow me to have other relationships. "Absolutely not." He suddenly becomes colder, taking his hand away. "What?" "No, you cannot hook up with people, you cannot get a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or whoever you want to be with." He states, making me cock an eyebrow. "You cannot be serious right now..." "I am serious." "Why?" I ask, trying to understand why he is so hellbent. "A hookup, or a boyfriend, would take time away from me. It would limit the time we spend together, it would take you away from me. Plus, explaining our situation to someone else would be such a big headache." He says coldly. "And what about you? Are you free to have a girlfriend or hook-ups with others?" I ask him and he scoffs. "Of course. If I choose to, I can hook up with whoever I want. I am a free man." He replies. "And I am not a free woman?" "It is not the same." "Why is it not the same?" I ask and see his face change, twist with anger. "I am spending money on you. I am spending money so you spend time with me. And I will not allow anyone to take the time we spend together from me. And I will not allow you to spend the money I give you on some low-life boyfriend." He slams his hand on the table, making me jolt back and look at him with wide eyes. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to startle you..." He is quick to apologize, but I am already too intimidated by him. "Can... May I leave? Please..." I stutter, not daring to look at him now. "Vincent can drive you home." He offers his voice now calmer. "I prefer going alone. Goodnight." I quickly gather my stuff, before rushing to the elevator. I have never been that scared of anyone in my life. His eyes were dark and his face was burning, I have never seen him like that before. I don't know if I ever want to be alone with him again.

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Rose-Colored Glasses: 4; Epilogue (A Harry Styles Sugar Daddy Fic)

Summary: (Y/N) is a 21-year-old student at the New York Institute of Fine Arts. When money becomes tight, she signs up to Seeking Arrangement, where she meets Harry Styles, a 30-year-old executive, who just wants a normal friend. Or, maybe more… (Words: 1.3k) (Part 1: New York City, Part 2: New York City & Aspen, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome ) (Rose Colored Glasses Vol. 2, Part 1: New York, Part  2: New York, Upper East Side ,  Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City , Part 4: Upper East Side, New York City & Low Manhattan, New York City , Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland , Part 6: New York, Zurich, London / Epilogue; Hawaii)

(3rd Person POV) Time seemed to pass more slowly than ever. For weeks on end now, his days have merged into one enormous mess. His fingers fiddle with the pen in his hand. He cannot remember the last time he let it down; it is her gift, the only thing that’s left of her. And now the ink is running out. He knows that such an expensive pen must have refills, but he doesn’t want to change a single thing about the Italian, silver pen with his initials on the carved clip. He wants to keep it as is, to remind him of the woman who gifted it to him.

He runs his fingers over the scruff on his face, reclining back to his chair. He doesn’t remember when he had his last shaving, his last proper bath, his last 8-hour sleep. It was summer when he last saw her, and now leaves have turned orange. The last time he saw her was in that Inn in Rome, the night he treated her like she was trash, and then she left. She left without telling anyone anything, even leaving her luggage in their original hotel room. He tried to, he really did try to move on. He looked for other women, went on a few meetings with girls he talked to on Seeking Arrangement, but no one came close to her. The first time he met (Y/N), he felt peaceful, like he wasn’t forcing himself to see her. And his latest meetings with women could only be described as agonizing. He gave up after a while, started looking for her. He had Vinny stalk her apartment until he saw her. The driver had clear instructions to not leave her street for even a minute, but when (Y/N) saw him on Day 3 -the first time she left her apartment- she called the police. Harry searched for her on the site but stumbled upon the fact she had deactivated her account. He even made someone else on the site look her up, hoping she had just blocked him, but his friend had the same fate. He mustered enough courage to go to her place himself, however, he found the apartment occupied by a new tenant who had no idea who (Y/N) was or when she left.

His very last hope of finding her himself was his friend Paul; as her employer, he had to know where she was living. His effort was futile, his friend only informed him that she never actually started working for him and that the last he heard of her was when he received an email, thanking him for the opportunity but declining it. Harry then asked him when that happened, finding out it was the very night she left him. And now he is waiting for the Private Investigator to walk into his office with the latest news of his investigation. He told him to look everywhere for her, that he would pay triple his rate if he told him precisely where (Y/N) is.

(Y/N) is mindlessly narrating the history of the exhibit to the group of middle school students walking behind her; she has learned the paragraphs by heart at this point, it is part of her routine now. The students seem way less interested than the man who lurks in the background, waiting for the tour to be over already so he can have a chance to talk to her already. His heart has been beating out of his chest the closer they get to the ending of the tour. He listens to her talk, letting her voice fill his ears after nearly 3 months of radio silence.(Y/N) greets off the students who scatter outside the museum. She doesn’t blame them for not showing the same interest she did their age. This is the only museum in close proximity to their schools, so they have probably been here a hundred times already. She walks to the front desk, checking the list of reservations. On a weekday, she knows not to expect too many guests. “Excuse me.” She hears someone trying to get her attention. She raises her head, finding Harry looking at her. She just stares at him in shock, noticing how rough he looks. She doesn’t pity him, not a bit; she was in a far worse state than he could ever be. “Can we talk?” He asks her. “What do you want?” She asks him back. She is looking around for her supervisors, making sure they are not around here. “I have been looking for you. I just want to talk with you.” He states, feeling his lugs collapsing as he tries to catch his breath. This is far more anxiety-provoking than he thought it would be. “I am working here.” “Can you take a lunch break? I’d like to take you somewhere for a bite.” “No. I’ve already taken my break. And I don’t want to be alone with you. I don’t even want to see you. You have to leave.” She is looking away from him, trying to avoid his hurt gaze. He sighs and sniffles, digging his nails into his palms. “I am trying. I am really trying, (Y/N). Can’t you see that? Can’t you see that I am sorry?” He asks her, his voice breaking as a sense of righteousness takes over him, clogging his throat. “What are you sorry for? You were absolutely right. I am nothing. You can buy anyone you want to take my place. Go buy yourself a new toy and leave me alone. I am nothing to you. You said that, and you were right. I was nothing, I was nothing when I was with you. So, fuck out of here and try to find someone else to bother and mistreat. You don’t own me. Leave.” She raises her voice, making Harry look at her in shock. “No, no… I was wrong, I was stupid. You are everything. Please, (Y/N). I miss you. I miss who I was when I was with you. Please, let me make things right. I am miserable from the day you left me. I have tried to find someone else to fill the void but no one is like you, no one is making me feel as good as you made me feel.” He begs her, almost pleading at her feet, but (Y/N) shakes her head. “Please… This is just the Rose-Colored Glasses phenomenon. You think things were better, but once you sober down from the delusion, you will feel better, you will see you are wrong. Go home, Harry. Go back to New York. You will feel better in a few weeks.” “(Y/N)…” “Leave, Harry.” She says stubbornly.

Harry hesitates for a second before he lowers his head and sighs. His heart is to his knees, feeling like he is going to fall on the floor any second now. Despite that, he leaves the premises without turning to look at her; he knows if he does so, he is going to lose all dignity and beg for her to be his again.(Y/N) watches him as he leaves, but only for a couple of seconds to make sure he is gone for good. Out of sight, out of mind, out of life. Right now she feels more powerful than ever before. Sure, life is hard without Harry, and leaving New York was difficult, and felt like she was sacrificing too much to get away from him, but right now she feels as if she gained back her self-respect. She will manage just fine without him like she did all these years before meeting him. She picks up the list of people visiting for a tour today, crossing off Williamsburg Middle School.

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[harryskalechips]

Illicit affairs Part two

A/N Hi here is part two!!! I’m sorry for it being so delayed I’ve been busy taking care of my new sick puppy. I hope you enjoy this one! Please show some love and send me your thoughts hahaha enjoy ❤︎

Y/N and Harry decide to end their affair and she thought it would be okay since her internship was ending. Too bad she was offered a permanent job and she took it. 

Tw: Cheating, smut

Thank you @harrysleftchelseaboot for letting me participate in your writing challenge! Here is my part two! Any new writers or readers please check out the masterlist! So many cool stories written from prompts!

here are my prompts:

“Letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

“Do you think soulmates are real?”

“I still love you. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Even if you don’t love me back, and even if we both move on, there will always be a part of me that will always love you no matter what.” 

“Your hands look so cold.”

Note: I do not condone cheating whatsoever! Please mind that this story is fictional! As much as it makes me sad to paint Harry as a cheater, it’s part of this storyline I thought of as I listened to Taylor’s album, Folklore.

Word count: 8.6k / Masterlist // Part 1

It’s been three months since Y/N accepted her job in marketing for Columbia Records. It wasn’t too bad. Matter of fact, it’s been the only thing that has been distracting her since her breakup last year. She got her own office and had a bit of privacy too. Luckily, she was no longer sorting papers on a tiny desk in the middle of the hallway nor was she on coffee runs every morning. The only thing that seemed to stick, however, was seeing Harry Styles. 

When Rose, Rob’s assistant called her three years ago about the internship Y/N was ecstatic. Not only was this an opportunity to go celebrity sightseeing every day but this company gave people like her great opportunities and a great recommendation too. There was no possible way that she could turn down Rob’s offer. She’s been dreaming of a career like this for years! 

What truly sucked about her job at the moment, however, was the pop star, her marketing team was taking care of. Over these past months, not only was he able to ignore her presence, he became a bit of an ass too! Maybe that’s not even the right word to use…. He was being petty! That’s what Y/N thinks. To be honest, during the countless meetings they had over these past months Y/N would drain him out.  As he spoke all she could do was repeat that word in her head as she mimicked his British accent. But can you blame her? They were together for a year and he constantly led her on. She fell in love with a married man who promised that he cared for her. She found herself compromising a lot of things in their relationship that she shouldn’t have needed too. Not only was she twisting her values for him, but she was also forced to take the second bits of him. 

On her birthday, he arrived late at night because he and his wife had an interview with Vogue. He bought her a necklace and made love to her a countless amount of times but the next morning... he was gone. 

there would be times, he wasn’t able to spend time with her since he was in London with his family. Yes, he video-called her and made sure to speak to her for a reasonable amount of time but he also went M.I.A for another two days. 

The last example she could think of at the top of her head was when everyone had a date at their company’s charity ball. She had to witness Harry and his wife put on a show for the cameras. He looked at his wife as if she was his star and touched her like he’s been doing it for years. The whole night, he had his arm wrapped around her, constantly keeping her close. The only problem is in reality he’s been acting like that with Y/N -not her. 

So yeah although she broke up with him -she was angry. Yes, she said they shouldn’t keep in touch but she thought she was leaving the company! Now, he’s acting as if he never spent a night at her place, fucking her. He’s been acting as if he never had a meal with her nor snuggled her on the couch. He’s cold and she hates him for that. Not only was this hurting her, but she also loved him! And for that...he’s cruel. She can’t even remember how many times she had to run to the washroom during work so she could cry in one of the stalls. Sometimes, she felt like he was purposely picking on her. Calling her out for her mistakes or for her lack of attention. She was new to everything and she was still learning. She just never thought the man she shared her bed and her secrets with would be so indifferent. That’s why she calls him petty.

“Y/N? I’m heading out. Want me to get you some food?” Marissa asks her as they sit in the boardroom with Harry. Their meeting ended a while ago but they decided to work through lunch since Mr. Celebrity wanted to fix a few things with them.

 “No, I’m alright.” She looks up from her paper as she replies. She notices Harry in front of her leaning on the table as he hunches over flipping through a few papers.

“Are you sure?” Her co-worker frowns as she leans across the doorway. “You haven’t eaten yet?”

“Marissa, buy her some food.” Harry interrupts Y/N before she can speak up. He stands a bit straighter as he reaches down to grab his wallet. He pulls out a black card and gives it to the girl. 

“Oh.” Marissa’s eyes widen as she stares at the card in her hand. “Would you like anything?”

“No, buy for yourself too. This one’s on me.” He nonchalantly replies as he goes back in his old position to read through the contracts.

 Marissa was confused if she was being honest. She worked for Harry’s marketing team ever since he started going solo. She loved working for him because he was outgoing and respectful but for the past few months, he seemed to be too serious and a bit pissier. Maybe it had to be because of his wife? Little did she know it was because of the girl who was sitting a few feet from him. 

When she left, Y/N choked. It wasn’t noticeable but she could feel her throat tightening. She has never been left in a room with him since their unbearable breakup. Funny enough, although the company celebrated her new job, Harry mindlessly ignored the event. He came to the party but he never congratulated her. So from that, Y/N knew he was far more than upset about their breakup. He was being salty.

“Y/N,” Harry speaks up as he walks towards her with the contracts in his hand. Y/N didn’t even want to look up. Was he speaking to her for the first time...again?

“Yeah?” She replies, trying not to make her wobbly voice sound apparent. 

“What do you mean about this part of the contract?” Harry coldly asks as he puts the paper in front of her face.

“I’m not sure. Marissa wrote the contract. I worked with Yvonne on your merch shop.” Y/N replies in a monotone manner. 

“How are you not sure? You didn’t even look at the paper.” She can almost hear a sigh under his breath. Y/N finally looks up and glares at him. She takes the sheet out of his hand and reads the new highlight from his pink pen. 

“I don’t know, Harry.” She gives it back to him and continues to work on her list without saying another word. She didn’t want to look up again because she could already feel his eyes staring at her. He somehow always loved to do it. “Stop looking at me.” She blurts out. She and Harry weren’t expecting her to say that. He awkwardly coughs as he runs his hand through his hair. He walks back to his usual spot in the room and pretends as if nothing happened. In reality, however, his heart was racing. Although he was so pissed at her, she looked pretty today.

~

“Have you ever been on a date before?” Marissa asks Y/N as they walk out of her office together. Y/N wasn’t going to lie. She’s pretty lucky that she became close friends with Marissa. Now, they have a routine of picking each other up from their offices. It made her feel a bit less lonely since she sees her ex every day and he gives her nothing but a cold treatment. It’s a bit ironic how a few months back, her heart would flutter when he visited the building. Now, she sees him a bit too often for their liking.

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders and gives a funny look to her co-worker. “Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know you never talk about your love life. I always talk about my husband but I never heard anything coming from you. I know you like to have privacy but I was wondering.”

“It’s complicated.” She lets out a laugh. “I broke up with him two months ago.” 

“Who was he?” Marissa smiles as her mouth opens in shock.

“A liar.”

“What did he do?”

“All men are the sam-”

“Have a good night, ladies.” A voice interrupts them. The women stop walking as they catch sight of Rob and Harry looking at the contracts they were previously working on earlier in the day. They sat on one of the many couches with many papers sprawled out onto the coffee table.

“Gosh Rob, you gave us a fright!” Marissa laughs. “Sill looking at those papers? Call me tomorrow if anything needs changing.” Marissa rolls her eyes as she smiles at them.

“Don’t worry.” Rob laughs. “Mr. Styles here is just going through the contracts with me one more time. You girls go home.” 

“Alright, hope you and Harry have a good night too.” Y/N says nothing but waves as she follows Marissa to the elevator.

“Wait!” The familiar voice calls for them. Y/N and her co-worker turn around to see Harry still sitting on the couch looking at them. “Y/N, just because he lied to you. It doesn’t mean he wanted to lose you.”

 ~

You would think that Y/N repaired herself and became more comfortable working with her ex after that last encounter with him…. But no, wrong. In fact, she was dreading going into work today. How does this man ignore her for two months and then suddenly, he’s acknowledging her presence?

“You know what I find funny?” Marissa blurts out. Their marketing team had a conference room for themselves apart from the other room they were in yesterday. Yvonne and Jasmine look at her, waiting for her to reply while Y/N slouched in her chair out of distress. “Harry’s been a total ass to you ever since you got a job here.” She wasn’t lying, the whole office knew Harry was extra hard on her. “It got me thinking… why did he say that to you yesterday?”

“What did he say?” Yvonne gives a confused look to Y/N. Y/N just closes her eyes and turns her chair away from her colleagues and instead, to the wall.

“He said something like oh just because your ex-boyfriend lied to you, it doesn’t mean he wanted to lose you.” Marissa mimics his deep British voice. “Who on earth says that! And you guys barely speak to each other? How could he possibly know about him?”

“Wait a minute. Is he like siding with Y/N’s ex?” Jasmine’s eyes widen at the thought. “If her boyfriend lied then it is his fault!”“

Right I-” Before Marissa can continue. Y/N turns her chair towards them again and interrupts their juicy gossip. 

“Guys!” Y/N calls them out. “It’s not a big problem. H-he has probably been in a relationship where he was in that position and he said that.” She tries to reason with her hands. “J-just let it go.”

 “Oh shit, I forgot. Your breakup is still fresh.” Marissa covers her mouth in pity. And this is a reason why Y/N will never talk about her love life again.

“Excuse me, girls.” Rob knocks on the door and lets himself in. “I need one of you to go with Harry tomorrow back to London for his interview.”

“Rob, why’d you let us know so late?” Yvonne complains. “I would go but my sister’s wedding is tomorrow!”

“I’m sorry hun, I thought he would just need someone from publicity but it seems like he also has a pop-up shop there opening soon.”

“I can’t.” Jasmine shrugs her shoulders. She doesn’t even bother saying why. Y/N knew she had to say it before Marissa. She can’t imagine being on a whole ass trip with her ex. Yet somehow the girl beat her to it.

“I can’t go either. Sorry.” Marissa speaks up. She was planning something. It was obvious from the way her eyes connected with Y/N’s.

“Alright, Y/N please be ready by 4 A.M. Harry will have a driver sent to your place.” Rob looks at her and smiles. “This is going to be a great experience for you.” 

~

Coffee wasn’t going to cut it. Y/N barely got any sleep since she had to pack as soon as she got home. Apparently, they were staying for 5 days so this meant more torture for her. At 4 A.M on the dot, a black car picked her up in front of her building and drove her straight to the airport. There she saw Harry and Emily already sitting in the VIP lounge, laughing about something. 

“Good morning!” Emily says to Y/N as her eyes catch sight of hr entering. Emily was a nice woman from publicity. She’s been working in PR for over 25 years, making her a pro in handling any scenario. 

“Good morning.” Y/N smiles back as she pulls her hand carry with her to one of the seats.“Why are you sitting so far?” Emily laughs. Harry seemed to be too interested as he read something on his phone. “We don’t bite.”

“Oh no, I’m okay here. Thank you. I just have to stretch my legs.”

“Alright. Well now that you’re here to keep Harry some company, I’m going downstairs to get a bagel.” The old lady stands up and grabs her purse. She waves at them one more time before leaving the room.

Silence. 

Nothing but pure awkwardness and it was driving Y/N mad. She hated that this man was making her cry even though they were over. Maybe, she shouldn’t have stayed with the company.

“They have really good smoothies downstairs.” Harry blurts out, still looking at his screen. “I know you really like having one in the morning. Thought you should know.”

“Thank you.” Y/N was playing with her cuticles but gave him a quick glance. “I’m fine though.” Nothing but distant conversations can be heard as the ex-couple continued to act disinterested in one another.

This is the final call for flight BA111 to Thailand. 

What caught Y/N’s eye, however, was Harry reaching something into his back pocket. It made her have to speak up. “Putting on your ring again? Funny how no one seems to notice how hot and cold you are with it.” Harry scoffs as he stays frozen staring at her.

“None of your business.” He slides the ring on successfully and goes back into his old position.

A brief pause happens before Y/N decides to speak up -she was tired of his attitude. “You know what?” She glances around the empty room before whispering back at him. “I don’t understand what got your panties in such a twist. You need to stop being such a jerk to me!” Harry’s face shows no emotions as he listens to her. 

“You don’t know why? How about out of the blue your girlfriend breaks up with you.”

“It was destined to happen, Harry!” Y/N’s eyes widen at his response. “You’re marr-”

“They had so many bagels to choose from! I had to buy two since I couldn’t pick!” Emily walks in, all innocent. “You guys okay?”

“Perfect,” Harry mutters but it wasn’t. As they boarded his private plane, he watched Y/N walk in front of him, trying to wipe her tears.

~

The whole plane ride was quiet since he realized most of them had to catch some sleep but for some odd reason, he couldn’t. Harry’s bodyguard was at the very front row, snoozing off. Emily had her own chair and she crashed the moment the plane took off. He didn’t know if Y/N was awake but he hoped she was sleeping. When he saw her the first time this morning, she looked so drained out. 

Harry just didn’t know what to say nor what to think. His breakup caught him off guard and now he’s been in a bad mood ever since. Sometimes, he wondered if his divorce would make him feel this way and in all honesty, he knew it wouldn’t. 

There was something still tying him to that depressing marriage and he’s starting to think that maybe Y/N was correct. He was scared to be like his parents but that didn’t make him regret anything he said to her that night. He knew he would keep her a secret even if he was single again. The idea of reporters picking on her didn’t settle well with him. Just the thought made his stomach sick.

 So although he’s heartbroken, the only way he found himself coping was by picking on Y/N. Y’know the girl that broke his heart. He didn’t mean to but his first instinct was to ignore her until her internship ended -And that went well until Rob announced her permanent position in the company. He was mad at her for torturing him. He told himself that he would let her go because she wasn’t happy with him. So why the fuck does it feel like she’s teasing him. 

Every time he walks into those meetings, he can feel the tension between them. It makes his head go crazy as if he needs to beg on his knees so she can take him back. But like every love story, it’s just not that simple. It’s his pride and his reputation on the line. He needs a gap after his divorce before he can even go public with her. Oh, what is he thinking? No matter how much time he thinks can fix this, people will still attack them. He lost so many girlfriends because of his fame and he won’t let Y/N deal with it too. Especially, since she’s not a celebrity. She has no idea what this lifestyle can truly be like.

 ~

“London is quite… big.” Harry puts his shades on as he watches his bodyguard put the last luggage in the car. They were in a hidden corner outside of Heathrow Airport, Y/N and Emily stood next to him as they waited for his instructions. “You ladies can travel and explore the city. But, I was wondering if you would like to stay at my home this week. It will save you some money.”

“Oh no, Harry we don’t want to bo-” Emily speaks up.

“No, I insist. I had to bring you ladies along the last minute. Tom, you have my car ready right?” His bodyguard nods. “Perfect, you girls hop in with me and Tom will drive behind us.”

“Harry, your house is so beautiful.” Emily’s eyes shine as they step out of his car. 

“Thank you.” Harry smiles proudly as he glances at Y/N. “Let’s go inside so you can pick out your rooms.”

The house was gorgeous. Y/N wanted to tell him too but after their little fight at the airport today, she decided to keep her mouth shut. To be honest, there were so many things she wished she could tell him but he’s been acting so unapproachable. 

As they walked inside, the house smelled faintly like him, making Y/N forcefully hold in her breath a couple of times. How can this man barely be here yet the place smelled just like him.

“Oh, Harry…. You and your wife are very lucky to have this house. I love this rustic theme. It feels so homey.” Emily compliments him. “Y/N when you get married, make sure you take care of the decorating portion, so you can have something like this.”

 “Oh-” Y/N’s eyes widen as she hears Harry cough behind her. 

“My wife has actually never been here before. She’s not a fan of London.” Harry tries to say nonchalantly. In reality, however, both of their hearts were racing. Their brains synced up with one another as they thought about a distant memory.

 ~

It was a couple of months into their affair as they cuddled naked against each other in Y/N’s bedroom. The moonlight was shining right onto them as they both stared at random objects in her room, appreciating their intimacy. Harry’s hand comb her hair back while she let her fingers mindlessly trace his tattoos. Their breathing was in sync as they whispered sleepy thoughts to one another.

“What’s it like in London?” Y/N mumbles as her lips touch his chest while she speaks.

“It’s rainy,” Harry replies back. He scoots himself closer to the girl and kisses her forehead. “Have you ever been?”

“No.”

“I’ll bring you one day, I promise.”

“Really?”

“Mhm, I’ll bring you to all my favourite places and fuck you so hard in the hotel rooms.”

 “Why does that sound so appealing?” Y/N laughs as she looks up at him. “Can we go soon?”

“When I find out how to not get seen by the paparazzi, sure.”

“Does this mean we have to have all our meals in our hotel room?” Y/N pouts -because as much as Harry can request a secluded room, he’s still married and people will talk. 

“Baby, don’t make it sound depressing. I’m sure we’ll find ourselves a loophole.”

...

“You’ll try?” She pulls away immediately looking at him. “What do you mean? Have you not been trying to do that these past few months!” He rubs his face in frustration. 

“It’s hard Y/N. I told you countless times.”

“I know it’s hard but what’s stopping you from doing it! You told me that you don’t want to lose me but for some odd reason, it seems like you don’t want to lose her!”

“She was my first love Goddammit!” He finally yells back at her.

~

It’s been two days since their stay in London and Y/N was enjoying every minute of it. Although she had to give some of her hours to work, she couldn’t deny her excitement as she and Emily walked through the unknown streets.

Funny enough while they were eating at a small cafe for lunch, she ended up meeting a new guy. His name was Elliot and he came from New York to visit his family here in London. He was just having lunch with an old friend of his. He noticed her accent and decided to approach her table.

Although, Y/N thought he was cute - she wasn’t interested? It confused her because the moment he asked for her number, she thought of Harry. Which automatically made her say yes. She just doesn’t know if she’s ready for a new relationship but what’s the problem with trying?

“How was your day?” Harry watches the women come into his home as he sits on his couch watching TV. It was around 8 PM and he had nothing to do. His schedule this past year was made to be available for Y/N (excluding PR events)  and since they broke up, he never planned on changing them.

“Harry, oh we didn’t think you’d be home. You’re a celebrity! Shouldn’t you be out partying?” Emily laughs as she sits on the couch. She rests her bags on the floor as Y/N does the same. 

“Oh no. I’m not really into those. I don’t know it’s a nice Friday night to relax. Tomorrow, we have that interview in the morning so I wanted to sleep early.”

“What a smart boy! Well, Y/N and I did some shopping. London is so beautiful. I’m glad I’m here again. Actually, that reminds me! Y/N tell Harry what happened today!”

“Huh?” Y/N’s face pales as she looks at Emily. Her co-workers seemed to invade her love life without seeing a problem. The problem is, however, is that they don’t know what’s truly been happening. “Elliot.” Emily gives her a comforting smile.

“Oh, do you  know him?” Harry gives her a serious look as he turns down the TV. 

“No, he came up to us while we were having lunch.”

“He was so cute Harry! I hope they get together.” Emily squeals. “He’s from New York but I think he was truly interested in you Y/N. He was bold enough to ask for your number!”

“Did you give him your number?” Harry asks Y/N without looking at her. He was biting the inside of his cheek pretty hard trying to pretend as if he didn’t care at all. Suddenly he was too focused on watching the show on his TV.

“Yeah.”

“Cool”

And although Emily continued the conversation, Harry didn’t think it was cool at all.

~

Knock...knock…

Y/N hears the soft knocks on her door as she leaves her ensuite. A couple of hours ago the conversation in the living room ended leaving them to rest in separate rooms of the house. 

“Hey.” She catches herself off guard as she sees Harry in front of her when she opens the door. She glanced at his familiar outfit and for some odd reason, it made her feel good. He was wearing his sweatpants and an old band tee she used to wear when he stayed at her’s for a few nights.

 “I was wondering if we could uh talk.” He glances at the hallway he’s standing in. He was scared Emily would walk out of her room.

 “Oh yeah Sure. Come in.” Y/N opens her door a bit wider to let him in. Her luggage was messily opened in the corner of her room while her shopping bags stayed on the other side. She mindlessly hides her arms in her sweater and sits on the bed. “Funny how you want to talk but you’ve been ignoring me for 3 months.”

“Uh just thought it was a good time to talk to you since we’re not really at work and we’re not surrounded by people.” Y/N rolls her eyes. He had to be bullshitting her.

“Why are you here Harry? Are you thinking you can sleep with me tonight? That this is an opportunity?” Y/N gives a disgusted look as she watches Harry standing in front of her with his arms crossed. 

“What? No. Y/N… I just- Fuck.” He lets his arms out in disbelief. “ I don’t know why I’m here. I’ll leave.” He turns around but her voice calls him out. 

“No. Stay. You obviously have something to tell me.” He turns around and sighs. He sits beside her on the mattress and looks at his hands.

“I miss you.” He blurts out. Y/N rubs her eyes, not from tiredness but because she misses him too -so mainly from frustration. 

“You can’t say that.” 

“You told me to stay and tell you what I needed to tell you.”

“You didn’t need to tell me that.” Y/N pulls her hands from her face and sarcastically laughs at him. She knew she was still in love with him but she also knew their break up was for the right reason. Their affair was wrong. He didn’t know what he wanted and she knew too specifically what she needed.

“Well, you’re right.” He replies with a bit of an attitude. “I don’t know- just forget this ever happened.”

“Okay good, I’ll go back to texting Elliot.” Y/N shrugs her shoulders and reaches for her phone but before she knows it, Harry grabs her phone and unlocks it. It was still his birthday as her passcode and although that made him feel a bit better, he stood up to recite to her the stupid messages on her phone. 

He tries to hide his red cheeks as he scrolls through their text messages. “Did he just ask you what your favourite colour was?” Harry squints his eyes as he looks at her. He was carefully observing her reaction to his texts.  “That’s a stupid question.”

“I found it cute.” Y/N speaks over him. “Are you done looking at MY messages.”

“Bub, you actually think you’re going to get with this guy?” Harry looks away from the phone and looks at her. “He seems like a total wim-”

“Don’t call me bub Harry!” She interrupts him. “Especially, since you’ve been calling me stupid in front of all my colleagues at work during these past two months!” Y/N furrows her brows as she takes her phone back. She hates that he’s here right now. He’s acting like he wasn’t a total ass to her at her work.

“Shit Y/N.” That’s when he realized he fucked up. “Okay, I’m sorry about that.” He watches her as he combs his hair back. 

 “You can’t just come in here, say you miss me and look through my personal text messages. You pretended as if I didn’t exist these past few months and that hurt me!”

“Y/N, I’ve been hurting too!” Harry walks closer to her and shakes his head. “Don’t think our relationship meant nothing to me.” 

“Well, you sure as hell mastered the acting skill! Don’t try to manipulate me, Harry. You ignored me. You embarrassed me. You’ve been treating me like shit!”

“I needed to move on from you Y/N. I had to manipulate myself into thinking I was making the right choice. Our relationship was the only thing making me happy.”

“Do you have any proof of our relationship?” Y/N sarcastically replies as she closes her MacBook and places it on the nightstand. “You have all these pictures of you and your wife but everything about us is hidden.” Harry’s eyes widened. “I lie to my family. You come to my apartment taking the hidden roads and a thick cover-up. Do you think that makes me feel better? Knowing you’re not just hiding me but your affair from the public.”

“Okay, what the actual fuck? What is wrong with you? What’s up with your obsession with us being public? Do you want fame or something?”

“How dare you?” Y/N stands up to meet his height. “Is that what you think of me? Using you for fame!”

“It sure damn seems like it.” Harry rolls his eyes as he walks forward to her, making them the closest they’ve been in for months. 

“Harry, I’m 23! Everyone I know makes it clear they’re in a relationship. Just because people know about us, it doesn’t mean I would publicize everything we do. I just need evidence that this relationship we have between us is real!”

“YN are you bloody kidding me right now. Of course, it’s real! What have we been doing these past years?”

“Messing around?” Y/N scoffs. “You’re married and for some goddamn reason you won’t leave her!”

“Even if I ended things with her, I would still keep you a secret Y/N. I don’t know what you want from me.” Harry calmly states as he closes his eyes. 

“There’s a difference in keeping me a secret and having our relationship known to the public but being very private.”

“I don’t know why this matters to you so much. You know I care about you and I want to be yours. Fuck -I was yours.” Harry wipes his eyes a bit. 

“You don’t know why it matters to me so much because you aren’t me. You don’t know how it feels to have the second bits of someone. You don't even understand how I feel -to be so in love with someone, only to know from the beginning they were never fully yours, to begin with.”

“You love me?” Harry chokes on his breath as he looks down at her. He obviously knew they had such a deep connection but he never thought about love when it came to them. You want to know why?

Love always makes everything complex and hurtful. He fell in love for the first time with his wife and look where it led him? In a broken marriage where he no longer had hope. He had wishes and dreams for the two of them and throughout the years, they all disappeared in a drought.

 Love is such a pleasing and attractive feeling that every human wants but why does it always end opposite for him? To be in love is different. You have to be vulnerable and Harry has never done that with Y/N. He doesn’t even know if he can do that again. He already fell in love and found someone who he would call his partner. In sickness and in health. Till death do us part. That didn’t go as planned.

“Yes.” Y/N looks down but Harry’s hand rests on her chin to make her look at him again. 

“Why couldn’t you tell me sooner?” He was stalling. He was asking her questions so he wouldn’t have to explain his feelings for her. He was also trying to let her down slowly. 

“Last time I spoke to you, you told me you wouldn’t leave your wife because she was your first love.”

“Oh.”

“Is she your only?”

“My only what?”

“Your only love?”

Silence.

There’s your answer.

“For a husband to cheat on his wife, people would say you have a big ego but I don’t think so. Elliot isn’t the wimp Harry… you are.”

“It takes two to tango Y/N. Don’t just blame me.” Harry lets his hand fall. “I have rules I stand by when it comes to marriage and you know how much of a pain she is!”

“You told me you wanted to leave her but that never happened! I kept telling myself that our relationship was okay but why was it still killing me?” She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at him. “ Do you still love her?”

“No,” Harry answers immediately. 

“Why are you still holding onto her? Why can’t you see that she’s not making you happy and you need to get out of this marriage.”

“Because it’s marriage Y/N! I committed myself to her for my whole life!”

“You sure as hell weren’t committed last year!”

“You don’t understand because you aren’t married!” Harry finally screams the loudest. His face was red and it seemed like the blood vessel in his neck was about to burst.

“You’re telling me… you rather have me continue compromising my morals and keep this relationship hidden just so you can have the best of both worlds?” Y/N scoffs. “You’re stupid.”

“I know.”

“You can’t have everything. I know you’re famous and rich but you made the choice not to fight for me two months ago and now I’m choosing the same.” Y/N shakes her head and rests her back on the wall. She looks at him with disappointment in her eyes. “I don’t know why we keep having this same fight. We always go through the same topic and the same arguments. Although I’m fighting for what I need in a relationship, I’m also fighting for you to realize you’re better off without her.” 

“I guess you can say I’m a bit stubborn.” He speaks up in a soft voice trying to communicate with her in a more respectful tone. “It’s okay if you don’t want me again. I just needed to tell you I miss you. Ever since we broke up, I realized how much of an impact you made on me.” He repeats.

“Ok.”

“Do you miss me?” His mouth pouts as he watches her. “Have you ever?”

“Of course I did Harry. I loved you.”

“Wait a minute. You don’t love me anymore?” Harry was quite offended to hear that from her.

 “What? No… it’s complicated. I can’t describe it.”

“You either love me or you don’t.”

“I’m trying to move on. Why can’t you let me? You don’t seem to love me back anyway!”

Silence.

"Letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do” He admits to her., letting his confession easily slip through his lips.

“Resisting you was harder yet I failed.”

-

After their conversation, Harry left Y/N’s room to get some sleep. Although he approached her with the main goal of receiving closure he realized that his true main reason was to win her back. Maybe it was because of this Elliot guy but Harry couldn't imagine her with someone else. It made him drown in jealousy and sadness -A feeling that his lover knew all too well. That night, he realized he couldn’t have what he wanted. He’s confused about his feelings and how he could win back Y/N. 

“Thank you for meeting with me.” Harry lays his head on his mum’s couch as she sits in front of him. Today was their last day in London since tomorrow morning they were going to the airport. Harry knew he had to visit his mum and ask for advice since he needed someone to talk to.

“You’re my son. Of course Harry. What are you saying?”

“I don’t know.” he closes his eyes as he explains everything to his mother. He began with the cold turn of his marriage and later on shared his affair with Y/N and how confused he’s feeling right now.

\\

“For god’s sake. I can’t believe you.” Anne expresses her disappointment. “Harry, I’m not proud of you cheating. I never thought you would do this. Now you-”

“I think I love Y/N.” Harry interrupts her as he rubs his hands on his thighs. Anne lets out a sigh but displays an understanding look.

“If you love her, you’d be willing to compromise and fix things to make her happy. She’s right you know? Why are you still tied up to that other woman if she barely acknowledges you? You never told me about this.”

“Because I don’t want you to worry mum.” He looks at her and rests his elbows on his thighs. “I thought the whole marriage thing would fade away since I’m barely in it. I just thought everything would slowly change and I’d be back to who I was before I became a husband. I was hurt when she became cold to me but I slowly just forgot about her and went on with my day. I was only seeing her 5 times a day and I was starting to be okay with that but whenever someone would ask me something about her or I’m at an event, I realize I’m married. I made promises that I barely kept.”

“She never kept them either.”

“I know. Our marriage was over years ago before we truly started. I just -I don’t want to have a divorce like you and dad. I know you might be offended but I cried my heart out when you told me and Gem you two were splitting up. I promised myself I would never do that.”

“You were 8 Harry. You didn’t understand how love and marriage were so complex. Your father and I just didn’t work but that doesn’t mean I can’t find another person and have that life I always imagined. Rob was that man for me. I think you’re thinking about everything a little bit too hard that you don’t even realize the girl you love is slipping through your fingertips.”

She’s right.

“I’m scared that she won’t be happy with me after I change everything for her. I’m scared she’ll be just like the other woman I married.”

“You can’t let that stop you. It’s unfair for the two of you. You need to fight for her. And don’t think I’m encouraging you and your cheating but I want you to be happy and if that’s with her. I’m okay with that.”

“I need to talk to her.”

~

It was around 6 PM by the time Harry came home. He barely parked his car into his garage as he entered the house. He noticed Emily was just about to leave.

“Harry! Our interview went great today.” Emily looks up after rummaging in her purse. “Why are you in such a rush?”

“I-um have to pee?” Harry’s cheeks turn red as he leans on the railway and slowly climbs the stairs.

“Oh go then! My uber is here. I forgot to buy some treats for my kids.”

“Oh okay. Is uh Y/N here?” He bites his lip as he watches Emily walk to the front door.

“Yeah, she’s packing. She finished her marketing meeting for your shop like an hour ago.”

“K, thanks. See you tonight.” And with that, Harry jogged up the stairs to go to her room.

Knock… knock…

Deja-vu hits Y/N as she opens her door and sees Harry standing behind it. “Hi, you’re here again. The most I’ve spoken to you after the last three months.” Harry says nothing as he steps inside the room and closes the door.

“I’m leaving her.” He blurts out. He glances at her cozy outfit and her messy room before looking at her again.

“Oh.” Y/N’s eyes widen but she turns around and continues to fold her clothes into her luggage. “That’s a good decision to make. What made you change your mind?”

“You.”

“Harry, We were together for a year and you still didn’t want to leave her.” She sits on her bed and gives him a knowing look. “What made you change your mind?” She repeats.

“Um, I’ll share it with you. When I was eight, my parents divorced. After that, I promised myself I would take love and marriage so seriously -There would only be one person meant for me.”

“I never knew that. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared to be vulnerable with you.” 

“But you opened up so easily to me about who you were. I just never knew this side of you.”

“I know.” Harry clears his throat and walks towards her. “It’s stupid to think about that rule I made to heart when I was younger. Things are different and I have you or at least I want you.” He closes his eyes for a brief second.. “I spoke to my mum and she told me you‘re right.”

“I know I am.” Y/N lets out a small laugh. 

“I just needed someone other than you to tell me it was okay to leave her. I know she and I aren’t even really together but everyone we know thinks we are.”

“Oh.”

“Look I’m sorry that I make things harder for us. I hated talking about the consequences of our relationship because it made me feel guilty and you don’t deserve to be the reason why. You make me so happy and I- I never took into account how truly you felt about our relationship. I continued to put you in a position you didn’t want to be in.”

“Thank you, Harry.” Y/N purses her lips and looks at him, “Even though you were a total ass after our break up you know I still love you. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Even if you don’t love me back, and even if we both move on, there will always be a part of me that will always love you no matter what.” 

“Y/N I made myself promise that I would only love one woman and I never really thought about loving you when we were together. Maybe because it was so natural, the feeling went straight to my heart and I never thought about it. B seeing you at work yet feeling so distant from you and our relationship made me recognize how serious I was about you. With that, my wife never made me feel the way I’m with you. You taught me things to make me a better person. She’s different from who I fell in love with before and that’s okay because I’m different too now. ”

“So you aren’t just bluffing. You’re going to leave her. Not just for me but for you too?”

“Yes, I’m doing it for us.” He smirks at her and rests his hands on her waist. “I don’t know why I was stalling.”

“Well, now you’re here.” Y/N smiles as she reaches out to him. “I miss you.” She immediately kisses him as his hands intertwine with her hair, making him desperately kiss her back. 

“I miss you too baby.” He pushes her down gently on the bed as he carries her clothes off the bed and onto the bed. “I don’t know if I want to make love to you or fuck you so hard because I miss you.”

“Just do both. Over and over again.” Y/N whispers as she unzips her hoodie and takes off her shorts, leaving her in just her underwear. Harry locks her door and returns back as he quickly takes his shirt off. 

“Fuck you look so beautiful. My sweet angel. I can’t believe I had to lose you for a while.” He eyes her greedily before leaning down to leave soft kisses down her chest. His hands pull her down the bed and spread her legs open as his mouth continues to go south. “You don’t know how many times I thought about just fucking you over the desk at your work.”

“You barely spoke to me.” Y/N laughs as she watches Harry kneel on the floor. She quickly shuts up, however,  as she feels his hot mouth teasing her covered wet center.

 “Didn’t change the fact I had sleepless nights craving your body and needing your cuddles.” His cheeks turn red.

“What else did you want to do then.” Y/N takes her bra off and lets her fingers tug his hair. She was impatient, was it obvious? Both of them only had their hands to keep them happy.

 “Last month when I screamed at you in the meeting about merch prices, I was so hard because of your unbuttoned blouse. I couldn’t focus and I needed you out of the room.”

“I wasn’t even doing-”

“You were staring at me and rolling your eyes baby. I know my bad girl when she’s mad. I was so tempted to just pull you by your hair and make you suck my dick.”

“Then let me suck you off now.”

“Nuh, It’s about you,”Harry mumbles and kisses her inner thigh before ripping her thin underwear apart. “Fuck, so wet. I missed the way you taste baby.” Harry immediately dives in, letting his mouth suck on her clit as his fingers dance their way to her needy core.

“Har-”

“Call me what you want to call me.” Harry looks at her as his mouth bites and sucks on her thighs.

 “Daddy.” She moans out as his fingers quicken their pace. Her hands holding onto his hair as his mouth greedily attacked her. Licking and sucking without any mercy.

“Play with your titties baby while you watch me fuck you with my fingers.” He instructs as Y/N holds herself with one arm and plays with her boob with the other. 

“You make me feel so good. Oh my god.” Harry quickens his pace as he spits on her center, making him watch his saliva drip down to the sheets. 

“Turn around.” He helps her into the position before slapping her butt cheek. “Guess I’m going to fuck you first.”

“I need you so badly. Fuck, you ruined me for any other guy out there.” Y/N rests her head on the mattress as she feels him tease her centre. His pants were half off since he was too focused on his girl.

“So no boyfriends these past couple months.”

“No.”

“What about Elliot?”“

I was just starting to talk-” Harry inserts himself in. His hands tightly holding onto her waist. 

“You’re going to stop talking to him right? Cuz you’re mine.”

“Mhm…” Y/N turns herself around after a couple of thrusts, making her look directly at him. “Have you been uh seeing any-?” 

“No. Couldn’t get my mind off you and I just wanted your company.”“

Oh fuck, harder.” Her eyes roll back as Harry hits her most sensitive spot. His hand rests on her stomach as the other wondered around her body. 

“You’re so good for me baby.” He grunts as he leans down to kiss her. 

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Just let go, it’s alright love, I'm here.” Harry softly reassures her with his hand wrapped around her neck.

So, this is what it feels like to be in heaven? Y/N thinks to herself as she finally reaches her high. Harry quickened his pace and by the time, he knows it -he spills his seed right inside of her.

“I love you Y/N.”

~

The trio was now back in America as they stood outside of LAX. Emily was in the car talking to her husband while Harry and Y/N decided to stay outside and talk. They were still waiting for the airport’s security to lead them out of the lot since there were paparazzi outside of this VIP parking area they were in.

“Do you think soulmates are real?” Y/N asks Harry. They stood 5 feet apart, both resting their backs on the car. They were acting as colleagues, as friends -not lovers.

“Yes.” He glances at her through his shades. “No matter where we go or what happens, the universe would lead us back to each other.”

“Are you saying I’m your soulmate?” she sucks on her lollipop innocently as she smirks at him. Harry just smiles back and nods as he crosses his arms again. 

That’s cute.

“I’m happy I have you again.”

“You better not be a bitch to me when you visit the office.”

“Me? A bitch?” Harry laughs at her statement.

“You’re sassy! Why else do you think I angrily stare at you at work.”

“I know. It pained me to walk right past you the first day after our breakup.” Harry stares at the concrete wall in front of them. “Did you notice I was in the office more though? I kind of hated you but I had this constant need to see you all time. I even started bugging Marissa and Paul about the marketing contracts so I could work with you through lunches.”

“A simp.” Y/N laughs.

 “What’s that?”

“Nothing.” She laughs at how clueless he is.

“Your hands look cold. Mind if I warm them up.” Harry intently looked at her hands that seemed to be doing alright. 

“We’re in LA and you think I’m cold.” She gives him a funny glare.“Just accept my flirtatious attempt to hold your hand.”

“Emily is inside the car and there’s paparazzi outside.”

“And?” 

“You can’t just

“Thought you wanted physical proof we’re together. No one is going to see us.”

“Security camer-”

“Walk closer to me.” Harry interrupts her. She follows along and stands beside him. He secretly reaches behind them to grab her hand. Now they were holding hands but no one could see. 

“You’re cute y’know.”

“Thank you.” He smiles at her. 

“Well, I should go in the car. There’s AC.” Y/N laughs at his cute attempt. As she walks away, her hand is still intertwined with his leading him to quickly pull her into him so he can kiss her.

“Sorry I couldn't stop myself.” His eyes widen. 

They immediately pull away. Harry looks inside the car to see Emily talking on the phone looking outside the window towards the other way. Thank the lord, she didn’t see them.

“Mr. Styles, the security is outside already. We can go.”

~

“Harry!” Y/N yells out his name through the speaker.

“Hi baby, I just woke up.”

“You have to rea.. read the news.” She was crying so badly that she could barely breathe.

“Why? What happened?” 

“They know Harry. Everyone knows about us and Paul just called me in for a meeting.”

His heart was beating fast as he hung up the call without bidding her goodbye or comforting her. His wife was sleeping in the other room but he could already hear the vases and picture frames being thrown at the walls. 

TMZ

Harry Styles is Caught Cheating on His Wife With Mysterious Girl!!!

Daily mail

Harry Styles is a Womanizer!

People

Harry Styles’ mistress is Y/N L/N!!!

Hollywood Life

All About Harry Styles’ Affair with Columbia Records Employee!

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Rose-Colored Glasses (A Harry Styles Fic) / Part 2: New York & Aspen

Summary: (Y/N) is a 21-year-old student at the New York Institute of Fine Arts. When money becomes tight, she signs up to Seeking Arrangement, where she meets Harry Styles, a 30-year-old executive, who just wants a normal friend. Or, maybe more… (Words: 7.2k) (For @harrysleftchelseaboot​​ Writer’s Appreciation Writing Challenge) This part does not contain smut scenes, only slight mention. But the next part does, so read at your own discretion. (Part 1:  New York City, Part 3: New York, Amalfi Coast, & Rome, Part 4: Epilogue) (Rose Colored Glasses Vol. 2, Part 1: New York, Part  2: New York, Upper East Side , Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Part 4: Upper East Side, New York City & Low Manhattan, New York City , Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland, Part 6: New York, Zurich, London / Epilogue; Hawaii)

I have avoided calls and ignored messages for a week now, all coming from Harry. I even returned this week's allowance; the reason for the transaction from the statement wrote 'I am sorry' and the amount had a raise of an extra 500$. I think he feels like he can buy me and my forgiveness with his money. I tried to spend the bit of extra time on writing my dissertation, but my brain decides to play tricks on me, making me recall the moment time after time and stopping me from doing anything. I am practically glued on my couch not having the energy to move. My stomach hurts at the memory of him treating me like that. I have never felt so cheap, I have never felt so insignificant, ever in my life. He practically said he owns me, he practically said he has the right to control me. And that's some shit I didn't sign up for. 

I get up and head to my kitchen, pouring some water in my kettle to make myself a cup of tea. A spoonful of the chamomile, lavender, and valerian tea mix -which, based on the lady from the herbal store- is supposed to help me relax and sleep better, is added in the tea diffuser, which I dunk in the kettle while the water warms up. I need a full night of sleep, my body is already protesting the week of sleeping for less than 4 hours. I pour my tea into my mug, popping the diffuser in to let the tea steep for a little longer when I realize someone is knocking on my door. I drag my feet and stand on my toes, peeping through the peephole to see who's outside my apartment.

Shit. Harry is behind the door, knocking on it harder as the seconds pass. I sit with my back pressed on the door, trying to gather my thoughts and make a plan on what to do. "I know you are inside. Please, let me in..." He pleads; I feel the vibrations of the knock push their way into my spine; by now the knocking is so loud that soon the whole building will gather to see who's screaming. I open the door, letting Harry walk inside my apartment. I just pray I won't regret it. "What do you want?" I ask him, closing the door once I make sure my neighbors weren't startled. "You have been ignoring me... For days now." He states as I pick up my mug. "I am aware. I would offer you some tea but you are not staying for long." I pull the diffuser out, placing it on the counter of my kitchen. "You live here?" He asks me, pointing around my apartment. "Yeah, I know... It is not fancy. How did you find it?" I ask him. "Vinny has brought you here before. He knew how to find the neighborhood and I looked around the entrance bells for your name. You weren't answering any of my calls or messages, so this was my last resort." Harry states. I sigh and close my eyes, unable to bring a response out of my mouth. "What do you want?" I ask him, taking a seat on the couch. He points at the other end of the couch, silently asking for permission to sit down. I nod and bring my mug to my lips. "You returned your weekly allowance. Why?" He asks me. "I don't want your money." I reply. "We had an agreement." He stutters. "We didn't agree on you owning me. My soul, my body, my mind... I am worth more than whatever you have to offer. I'd rather go back to living paycheck to paycheck than being owned by a man who thinks he owns the world." It takes so much out of me to talk to him that way. "I know you don't need me. And I know that I don't own you. I know that. I just don't like the thought of you with other men. I know we are only friends, but it tears me apart that I might have to share you. You might not need me, but I need you, (Y/N). You bring out a part of me I didn't know I have. I need you to help me keep it alive. I need you to be yourself with me, so my best self comes out too." He pleads. "The man I saw that night wasn't your best self. He wasn't a good man. He wasn't the man I am used to, the man that treats me well, the man who is soft and kind. And I don't want anything to do with that man." "I know, I know... You left and I felt like shit. You deserved better than that. Listen, I could have found another Sugar Baby, there is a sea of them on that site. But with you... I can't replace you. Please. I will give you whatever you want." He begs, running his hand down his face. "Harry, this is not a matter of what I want to come back to you." I state and he sighs. "I know I cannot buy you off. Take your time, sleep on it. Lay your terms. I just... You are the most normal part of my life, you balance me. I will do whatever you ask me to." He sounds genuine. The all-mighty man has now melted to nothing more than a facade. "That. I want that. I want you to be honest with me. I want you to consider me as an equal. You don't like sharing me, I don't like sharing you. If you are allowed to sleep with people, I want to be allowed too. I have some needs, I need to satisfy them." I state. Harry sighs; I can see how hard this is for me. "If you are going to be sleeping with others... Just, make sure I don't find out. Don't rub it in. And they won't be taking my time with you away. And I need to see you more. 2 times a week is so little." "3 times a week then. I can't do more... I have work, I have school. It's a lot on my plate." I offer and he nods. He reaches inside his jacket, pulling out an envelope. He hands it to me, and I try to push it away. "You returned last week's allowance. So, inside you have last week's and this week's allowance. Plus the bonus, but minus the apology. I know you would feel like I was buying your forgiveness. And I want you to forgive me because you want to..." He states, putting the envelope on my lap. "I am going on a trip next weekend. To Aspen, for a deal. I want you to come with me. We will leave Friday afternoon and we will be back Sunday at midnight. I want you with me or else I will bore myself to death. I understand if you don't feel like coming, but it would mean a lot if you did." He states, reaching to stroke my hand. "I want to come. Send me an email with the details so I can pack appropriately." I state and he smiles. "If you need more money to buy things for the trip, let me know." He offers. "I think that 5k is enough to cover everything." I chuckle. "Still... If you need extra, let me know." He smiles, getting up from the couch. He leans down and pecks my forehead softly. "I will see you on Saturday, angel." He says warmly, waving me off as he walks himself out.

On Friday, at 4 in the evening, Vinny, Harry's driver pulls up in front of my building. I pick up my suitcase to walk from the door to the car, but Vincent walks up to me and picks the suitcase. "Good evening, Vinny. How are you?" I ask the man who carries my luggage to the trunk of the city car. "Good evening, Ms. (Y/L/N). I am good. How are you?" He asks me back, opening the door for me. "I am very good. Are we picking up Harry?" I ask him and he shakes his head. "Mr. Styles is already at the airport. I am taking you straight to him." He replies, starting the car. "Do you need me to stop anywhere before the airport?" The man asks me and I shake my head no. "I am all set, Vinny. Thank you." I assure the man before picking my phone out of my jacket. It might be 60 degrees in New York, but in Aspen is barely 50, making me shiver just at the thought of the cold.

We drive up into an empty slot, a private jet parked and waiting. Vinny gets out of the driver's seat and opens my door for me, letting me get out while smiling. "I will get your luggage, miss." Vinny assures me, gesturing for me to head towards the jet. "We are traveling in that?" I ask and the driver nods. I make my way ahead, climbing up the stair of the jet with Vinny following suit with my luggage. "Welcome aboard, Ms. (Y/L/N)." One of the crew members greets me, picking the luggage from Vinny. Harry is already sprawled on his seat, looking at something on his tablet. He is wearing a light shirt, with flannel pants and a pair of loafers, way more dressed up than me. "Hi, love. I am so glad you made it." He greets me, standing up from the leather seat. "Hi. I am glad I made it too. Thank you for having me." I state, placing my jacket and purse down on my seat. "Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me." "Is it going to be just me and you on this flight?" I ask and Harry nods. "My assistant is joining us too. He will arrive shortly. I thought we would all be a lot more comfortable on a private flight." He replies, making me swallow the knot in my throat. "Your assistant?" I ask, already sweating. I wonder what he has told the man. "Yes, I kinda need him for the deal. Don't worry, he knows a friend of mine is joining us on the trip." He replies. "He knows I am your friend?" I ask again, looking at him in the eye. "Yes. No need for him to be part of our deal." He whispers, avoiding being heard by the stewardess passing by to make sure things are in place. "So, tonight I am having dinner with the president of the other company, I don't know when I will be done. And I have to wake up early in the morning because we are starting the meeting for signing the deal at 9 and I need to prepare. I believe that by afternoon we will be done. Then, they are throwing a celebratory party, and I want you to come with me. The ordeal is pretty boring, so I need you to be with me there." "I am afraid I haven't packed for a business party." I reply and he scoffs. "That's not an issue, you can go shopping on Saturday morning. Aspen has lovely stores. And then on Sunday, we can have the whole day to ourselves." He smiles at me, making me smile too. "I love when we spend Sundays together." I sigh and he hums. "Sundays are a whole lot better when I spend them with you." He says softly, making my body fill with warmth. "So, what are we doing on Sunday?" I ask him and he shrugs his shoulders. "I have no clue. Whatever you want to. I feel bad for not being able to spend more time with you on this trip." He replies and I chuckle. "It is fine. I need some time alone. I brought my laptop and I hope I can work a bit on my dissertation. Maybe the change of scenery will inspire me." I assure him.

A tall, languish man enters the jet, making Harry and I jolt back to our seats; I didn't realize we had leaned in so close to one another until now. We are back at sitting on our seats, me across from him, with our backs resting against the leather chairs. "Mr. Styles, I apologize for the delay. I needed a few documents for the agreement." The man states, taking a seat on the other side of the aisle. "It is ok, Wilson. (Y/N), this is my assistant, Wilson. Wilson, this is my friend (Y/N)." Harry introduces me to the stereotypical assistant, who shakes my hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, madam. I hope you enjoy this trip with us." The man states, leaning over to shake my hand. He is sucking ass right now, thinking that sweet-talking me is going to earn him the good graces of his boss. "It is a pleasure too. I hope the trip goes smoothly." I smile as I pick up my laptop from my purse. "Let's give the lady some quietness. She is working on a very important project." Harry winks at me, shutting down the man who tries to show him something on his tablet. "Of course, sir." The man retreats, making me shake my head at Harry playfully.

I settle in my room, with my laptop on my lap and my fingers tapping happily on the keyboard. The change of scenery seems to be working on me, at least for now. The room is amazing, spacious, and simplistic, with an amazing view of the snowed mountains. I have to admit that since the night fell, the cold only grew greater, making the place feel a lot more like a winter fairytale setting. The light tap on my door makes me jolt on my spot. It is well past midnight, so no one should be outside my door now. I get up and walk to it, contemplating if I should even check who is behind the door. "Who is it?" I ask, in a barely-above a whisper voice. "It's Harry." His voice is familiar, like when he was talking to me that Sunday we woke up together. I open the door and let him in; he is dressed in his sleeping attire, his hair flying messily as he drags his feet in. "Is everything ok?" I ask him and he shakes his head. "I can't sleep." He announces and I chuckle. "Nervous about your big day tomorrow?" I ask him, gesturing for him to sit on my bed. "No. I just can't sleep." He replies. I save the document on my laptop before shutting it and placing it on the nightstand. "How can I help?" I ask him and he shrugs. "I don't know. I just didn't want to be alone." He replies and I hum. "I get that. Do you want to sleep here?" I ask, patting the king-sized bed. "I don't want to put you in a tough spot." He mumbles. "I suggested it, didn't I?" I ask. "Yes, but that's because I showed up at your door, looking like a wounded puppy. You couldn't have really kicked me out." He opposes. "I could have. But I am telling you, if you don't want to sleep alone, you can stay here." I reply, already laying on the bed. "I have to wake up early." "I remember, you told me that. Turn on an alarm on your phone. And before you leave, please, don't you dare wake me up. You don't want to deal with cranky, early-awaken (Y/N)..." I joke and he chuckles. He leaves his phone on the nightstand and gets under the covers, sighing in frustration as he looks at the ceiling. "Hey, come here..." I invite him to get closer to me, wanting him to just relax and have a nice night of sleep. He hesitantly does, and I help position him on his side, with his back turned to me. I drape my arm over his torso, resting my head against his back. "You will be just fine tomorrow. I mean, you kinda have to. You promised the deal will be done by early in the afternoon and then you will take me to the celebratory party. And you also promised to spend Sunday with me. You can't break your promise..." I whisper, stroking his hair with my free hand. "I really can't." He mumbles, a moan taking over his voice as I run my fingers through his soft curls. I must know what conditioner he uses, I have never sunk my fingers into such silky locks. "Plus, I figured out what I want us to do on Sunday." I state. "What, baby?" He asks me, in a hazy, nearly sleeping voice. For a second I lose it; the pet name brought chills on my skin, he has never called me that, up until now. I feel flustered, but convince myself that it just slipped past his lips in a sleep-related deliriousness. "I want to go for a nice breakfast and then for a hike. Then a light lunch." I reply and he hums. "Sounds good, baby..." He moans, making my heart flutter. It sounds so weird coming from his lips, and I know he doesn't mean it but it still makes me feel weird. I fix the covers on our bodies, snuggling closer to him to share warmth.

I didn't realize I fell asleep, nor that Harry left in the morning. I wake up to an empty bed, but covered with the duvet fully, nearly wrapped like a burrito. I smile to myself, stretching my body against the mattress and yawning loudly to wake myself up. The view from my window is ideal for sleeping in, just staying in bed for a little longer, but I know I have to get in town and by a dress, then get ready for the party, while also working a bit on my draft. No time to lose, but this bed is so comfortable and warm, and outside it seems so cold... I grab my phone and open the countdown, setting it to ring in half an hour from now. I drop it on Harry's side of my bed -well, at least for last night- and bring the duvet over my head. My skin erupts in goosebumps at the memory of last night. I know that nothing happened, but the sound of his voice calling me 'baby' really sets the mood for me. It meant nothing to him, I am sure. But apparently, it meant something to me, since I cannot shake it off. I remember how good it felt hugging him through the night, how safe I felt with my head resting against his back, and how delicious his scent was. This might as well be happening due to the fact I haven't gotten laid since the previous semester. I don't even wait for the countdown to end before I slip out of bed and into the shower. I need to cool off, get my head straight before I head to the shopping part of the town. I wonder what the hell I am going to buy for the party. I need to look classy, but I crave getting some attention from Harry. I loved it when he complimented my dress, it created a need for me to get more out of him. I always liked getting compliments, always loved being liked, but ever more so since I started seeing Harry.

I order an Uber while I get ready and make sure I have everything I will need for the day. I decided to pack my laptop and notes with me, hoping that I will find a small, scenic cafe to work on my assignment. I am way behind on it, in comparison to my peers and I just want to be able to have it done weeks before my deadline.

"Hi. Can I help you?" The young woman asks me, approaching me as I enter the store. "Hi. I am looking for a dress. I am going to a party tonight and I would like something nice. A bit fancy, but not too modest, I guess." I smile at the woman who eyes me up and down before gesturing me to follow her. "What kind of party are we talking about?" She asks me and I sigh. "My friend closed a deal today and there will be a celebration about it tonight." I explain. "Is it going to be a cocktail party, a dinner party, a sit-down party?" She asks, obviously not satisfied by my previous answer. "I have no clue. Does it really matter?" I ask back and she stifles a laugh. I feel like a total hilly-billy, clueless of the etiquette that people silently follow on such events. "We can just look at something classic, that goes well with every occasion." She suggests. I nod my head as she looks through the racks, paying no attention to me. It takes a lot out of me not to lower my head and seem like a scolded puppy. "I think a silky slip dress is something that could possibly be worn on whatever party it is thrown. Would you like to try it?" She asks me, handing me a hanger with a black slip dress. "Do you have that in any other colors?" I ask her. "I might have it in burgundy in the back." She replies. "Could you please bring it to me while I try this on?" I ask her and she smiles with a hint of irony. "Of course." She gestures towards the changing room, letting me settle in. I get rid of my clothes, trying on the black dress. I have some trouble reaching the zip on the side of it, but overall it doesn't look bad. It reaches just below my knee and the neckline reveals just the appropriate amount of decolletage for it to look classy. I try to imagine the dress with my hair in a low, loose bun, and just a touch of makeup. I will need a different bra for the dress, maybe a nice pair of earrings too. And of course a pair of shoes for it, some black stiletto pumps will do. "The burgundy dress is a lot longer. Kinda looks like a gown." The woman calls from outside the dressing room. "I will try it on..." I reply and she shoves the dress through the gap in the side of the curtain. I strip out of the previous dress, hanging it back on its hanger before I try the burgundy one. It is a lot longer than the black one, the hem of it reaching the floor, and a lot tighter too, wrapping around my midriff snugly. The neckline looks more structured, deeper than the previous one, but still not looking cheap. I sigh, totally unable to pick between the dresses. I check the tags, scoffing at how expensive both dresses are. I guess the black one it is.

I dress back in my clothes, exiting the dressing room holding both dresses in my hand. "Did you make up your mind? Or would you like to check out something else? Something closer to your budget, I assume?" She asks, giving me a dirty look. My eyes go wide and I have to blink a couple of times before I muster a reply. "Actually, I will get both. Do you accept cash?" I ask her, reaching for my backpack. She looks at me as if I am alien, which gives me one more chance to gloat on her. "Oh, maybe you prefer cards... Well, whatever suits you better." I assure her, looking at the woman who seems to be malfunctioning at the moment. "Both are good..." She utters, gesturing for me to follow her at the register. "Could you please suggest any good shoe stores around here? I am afraid I might need some new ones to match my dresses..." I cock my head to the side, looking at her; I think subconsciously, I am trying to assert dominance over the poor lady. "Uh... There is one at the end of the block. You walk straight down. They have everything, from snow boots to Louboutins... I am sure they will be able to help you find something lovely to match your new dresses." She replies, her voice changing to a soft one. "Thank you, I'll make sure I visit that." I smile politely, handing her the cash for my dresses.

The knock on my door at 5 makes me jolt and nearly burn my neck with my curler. I move to open it, finding Harry looking at me a little strangely. "Hi. You are getting ready by yourself?" He asks me and I nod. "Yeah... It isn't a complicated look, after all." I reply. "What are you wearing?" He asks me, taking a seat on the little couch by the window. "Both dresses are laid on my bed. Give me input." "Both dresses?" He asks in surprise. "I know, I know. I only wanted to get one but the lady at the store give me the nasty eyes, so I had to get both. Which one you like best?" I ask. "I am actually clueless until I see you wearing them..." He replies and I hum. "Very helpful... Anyway, how did the deal go?" I ask him, letting my curls cool off before I tie them in a bun. "It went as expected. We signed, and I got their money and now we drink expensive champagne and eat crappy canapes." He sighs. "You don't sound too excited..." "It might be because I am not. It was a done deal, there were no stakes at the table today. Just plain old boring reading through the pages... Nothing exciting..." He sighs. "You are the only person I know that complains about their job being easy..." I chuckle, putting on my lipstick before pinning my hair on a low bun. "I am weird, I know. Anyway, how was your shopping spree?" He asks me, relaxing back on the couch as I walk towards the bed. "It was tiring, to be honest. But worth it, I think." I reply. Harry's phone goes off, stopping him from commenting. "My outfit is ready. I better go get ready." He shoots up, smiling at me. "I will see you at the party then..." I reply, reaching for my high heels. "I can come pick you up if you want." He offers, but I shake my head no. "I can find my way to the grand hall. I'll meet you there." I reply with a smile.

My heels click on the marble floor as I walk towards the entrance of the hall. There is a hostess in front of the door, standing behind a podium with a list before her. "Good evening, madam. Name, please." "(Y/L/N). I am Mr. Style's plus one." I reply and she nods. "Of course. Have a great evening, Ms. (Y/L/N)." The woman smiles politely, signaling for the man at the door that I have been cleared. The man opens the door for me, letting me walk into the hall. I look around me, at the wonderfully decorated hall, at the lusciously dressed women and posh clothed men, trying to find Harry within the crowd. "Hi." I greet as I reach him, interrupting him from talking with 2 older men. "Hi. Gentlemen, this is my friend, Ms. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), art historian. (Y/N), those are Mr. Andy and Robert Hanson, executive directors of the hotel we are staying in." He introduces us. The men take turns shaking my hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for having me in your wonderful hotel." I state politely, mustering a smile. "The pleasure is all ours. How are you liking your stay this far?" Andy asks me. "It has been truly a treat. I can't get enough of the scenery." I reply, making Harry chuckle. "Will you excuse us for a little while? I must get the lady a drink." Harry asks the men. "Of course. Enjoy the party." Robert says before turning to walk away.

Harry places his hand on my back, guiding me as we walk away. "You definitely picked the right dress... Red looks amazing on you." "That's burgundy, actually. But thank you. I wasn't sure what was appropriate to wear at this party." I reply, feeling his hand smooth over my back. "You are definitely the best dressed in here... You look gorgeous, everyone is looking at you." Harry whispers in my ear, making me shiver. "I think you are trying to make me blush..." I try to calm myself, earning a chuckle from him. "I am not. Just speaking the truth..." He replies, moving away as we reach the bar. "What are you having, darling?" He asks me, while he waves at the barman to get his attention. "Can I get a vodka grapefruit, please?" I ask and the barman nods, grabbing a glass. "Looking like that, you can get whatever you want, honey..." Harry states, pecking on my temple.

Harry is doing tons of PRing at the party, which leaves me standing by his side like a decorative plant. I decided to ditch the scene and walk out on the balcony. The air is crisp and chilly, making me run my hands down my arms to calm the shivers on my skin. I take a sip from my drink, swinging to the rhythm of the song that is playing in the background. The view is even better with the dim lighting, the quietness that night brings dressing the scenery even better. "There you are... I didn't notice you left..." Harry cheers, stopping next to me and leaning on the railing. "I know you didn't." I chuckle, taking one more sip. "I have been an awful date tonight... I know..." He sighs and I shrug. "It is fine... I know you have a lot of people to talk with..." I reply. "Still, you are my guest... You came all the way here for me. I should have been a bit more entertaining." He states. "You promised we are going to spend tomorrow together. I would be overstepping my boundaries if I asked for more." "You seem sad." He points out, stroking my back softly. "I... I don't know, Harry. Did you fly me out to be your arm candy? Did you just need someone to look pretty?" I ask him, turning to look at him. "No. Absolutely not. I brought you here because... Well, I don't know the reason why. But I wanted to spend a fancy night with you. If you are not comfortable here, we can always just ditch and do something else." He suggests and I shake my head. "No, you have to stay." I sigh and he does too, looking up at the sky. "I don't." "Stop trying to convince me. I know you have to. And it is fine. I can stay here, you go inside and woo them." "Come inside with me. 30 more minutes, then we go to my room, we order pizza and start our day together early." He promises, holding his hand out for me.

We walk back inside, earning a couple of looks as we walk through the crowd. Some people whisper, others just chuckle; I know what they are thinking, I wish it was true. "You shouldn't have come out to find me. People are starring now..." I lean in to whisper and he just shrugs. "So, let them... They would stare, either way, you are beyond gorgeous tonight." He compliments me again, resting his hand on my hip as we mingle with the crowd.

Harry stayed true to his word and half an hour later we are walking towards his room. "I have a pair of joggers and a t-shirt you can change into if you don't want to stay in your dress." He offers. "Yes, please. I don't think I can eat pizza in that dress." I giggle, earning a chuckle from him. "It seems tight. Can you breathe in it?" He asks me jokingly. "I can, but it is still a bit snug." I reply, running my hand over my stomach. He unlocks his door, letting me walk in first. His room is a little bigger than mine, and to be honest, I thought that his room would be much bigger, if not a presidential suite. "Wilson is not staying with you?" I ask him and he scoffs loudly. "Of course not. That would be weird, wouldn't it?" "I expected you would be staying at a suite..." I comment, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I let Wilson stay in the suite and took the room to be closer to you in case you needed anything." He replies, opening the minibar and grabbing 2 water bottles. "That is very kind of you. I didn't expect such a move from you..." I state, laying on my back and relaxing. "I didn't either. I told you that you are rubbing off on me." He chuckles. "I think your kindness is bursting from within you." "Last night I had the best sleep I have had in a while. Thank you for that..." He mumbles, making me turn on my side to look at him. I smile, reaching to stroke his cheek softly. "It was the least I could do. I am glad I could help..." I smile at him. Harry kisses the side of my palm, looking at me in the eye. "Can you help me with my dress?" I ask and he nods. I stand up before the bed, Harry following right behind me. He reaches for the zipper, pulling it down and letting my strap roll down my shoulder. I crave him touching my bare skin, his hands lingering on my body. But he is way too behaved to do that. He moves away, opening his closet and bringing out a pair of joggers and a t-shirt for me. "I hope those are comfy. Shall I order the pizza?" He asks me and I nod, pressing my thighs together to get read of the tightness in my stomach. "Yes please. I'll take anything with mushrooms." I reply, taking off my dress. I slip onto my temporary clothes and flop on top of the bed, letting my dress balled on the floor. "Do I call the lobby and ask for a bottle of their nicest rose?" He asks me and I shake my head no. "I have had quite my fair share of drinking. A drop more and you might have to watch me throw up..." I giggle, taking a deep breath of the scent lingering on Harry's clothes. "I would hate to see that. Our relationship needs some magic in it..." He jokes and I roll my eyes. "Yeah, that's what our relationship needs." I mutter, grabbing a pillow to rest my head on. "Did you say something, love?" He asks me, tapping on his phone to place the order, assumingly. "I asked if the pizza is going to be late... I am kinda starving. You were right, the canapes at the party were awful." I reply and Harry chuckles. "I told you so. The site says in 20 minutes." He replies, taking a seat on the bed.

"So, how was the trip with Mr. Sugar?" Chrissy asks me as we take a seat at the little cafe across our campus. "Can you be a little louder? The whole campus hasn't heard you..." I scoff sarcastically, picking up the menu card. "No one gives a flying fuck. Come on, now, tell me." She nudges me softly, looking at me like a child waiting for a bedtime story. I huff and place my menu down, shrugging my shoulders. "We flew in private. He instructed the crew and his assistant to let me be so I can work on my thesis, then we made it to the hotel. He had dinner with the president the night we got there. But he showed up at my door that night..." I begin and she gasps. "Did you guys fuck?" She asks me, clapping her hands together. "No, I told you we are just friends." I sigh, making her roll her eyes. "Ai, what's the point of going on a trip with him and him showing up at your room at night if you guys don't fuck..." She scoffs, making me slap her hand to quiet her down. "If you don't lower your fucking voice, I'll stop." I threaten, glaring at her. "Ok, ok. I am going to shut up." She raises her hands in defeat. "We slept together, I mean on the same bed... I spooned him." "Is he a big spoon or a little spoon?" "Oh my fucking God, you can't go a second without talking, can you?" I shake my head at her, earning a shrug. "He was the little spoon, he needed someone to calm him down. Anyway, we were talking, I was telling him about what I wanted to do on our free day, and he called me baby." "He called you baby?" She cheers and I nod. "Yeah, he was in and out of sleep, I guess. He didn't mention it again." I sigh. "Then what happened?" She asks me, only to be interrupted by the waiter.

"What can I get you ladies today?" He asks us, making Chrissy groan frustrated. "I will be having a double cappuccino and a parmesan biscuit." I reply with a smile, enjoying the look on Chrissy's face. "I'll have the same." She says in a rush. "Are you sure you don't want some tea?" I ask her teasingly, cocking my eyebrow at her. "For fuck's sake..." She mumbles under her breath. The waiter looks at us in confusion, making me giggle. "We are fine here, thank you." I dismiss the man, who nods and walks away. "Why are you all up in my supposed love life? How is yours going?" I ask her, taking a sip from my water bottle. "Adrian works long shifts at the cocktail bar so we barely meet. But... He is nice and caring, and sex is good. So, I am not complaining here, but your relationship seems more interesting." She replies. "Fine then... Well, I went shopping on Saturday morning, bought 2 expensive dresses just to spite the store girl, and then Harry insisted on paying me back. We had a bit of a fight on Sunday morning about it. We went to the party for the deal together, well, he went first and I met him there. But he introduced me to everyone and he even offered to leave the party when I started feeling weird. We spend the rest of the night together, we ate pizza and talked, we slept together once more." "Why did you even book separate rooms if you spent both nights together?" She shakes her head at me. "I don't know. Anyway, I wanted breakfast at a cafe and a hike, but we woke up in the morning and it was raining. We had to leave nearly at midnight because of the rain." I chuckle. "So, what did you do on Sunday?" She asks me. "He booked the room for the day so we would have to leave. And then he went to my room and picked up my stuff and I stayed in his room to work on the dissertation. He helped me a bit with it. We had breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the room and when the plane was cleared we flew back. He gave me a ride home, and that was my Aspen adventure." I reply.

"I really hoped you would say you spent Sunday pinned underneath him..." She sighs disappointed. "Yeah, I kinda wished that too..." I pout and she looks at me with wide eyes. "What?" She whisper-shouts, her jaw hitting the floor. "Nothing..." I utter, while the waiter leaves our order before us. "Enjoy..." He smiles before retreating, making Chrissy scoot closer to me, nearly leaning over the table. I pay no attention to her, picking up the little vial of sugar to sprinkle some in my coffee cup.

"(Y/N)... You are craving..." She states in shock. "No, I am not." I scoff, but Chrissy seems to not bite into that. "Holy fuck... You really do." She covers her mouth with her hands. "Chrissy, we are just friends." "Just friends my ass. You want a piece of that. Not judging you, if he is as handsome as you claim and treats you as right as he does... Well, I would want to ride that man to oblivion too." "Ok, hold up. I didn't say anything like that..." "Oh, please... Your face tells all." She scoffs at me, picking up her cup. "Fine... Ok, yes, I have thought of it... And I really fucking want him. But we had agreed on keeping this platonic. He doesn't see me that way." I reply. "Do you smell that?" She asks me, making me look at her in confusion. "What? Where? I don't smell anything..." "I smell bullshit. You are fine, sexy, a fucking walking snack. You can corrupt him just by moving your pinky finger. And I think you both only stick to the original agreement in fear of the other not responding to your intentions." She states. "You should have picked a major in psychology, you couple-therapist minx." I roll my eyes at her and she cocks an eyebrow at me. "I know. But it is never too late... Now, the question is, are you willing to take the first step? Are you willing to take one for the team and seduce him?" "How? I asked him to unzip my dress and he didn't even look at my naked back... How exactly am I going to seduce him?" I ask her and she shakes her head at me. "My poor innocent (Y/N)... So naive. Are you meeting him this week?" She asks me, taking her parmesan biscuit and snapping it in half. "Yeah. He is coming over to my place on Thursday for dinner." "Great. Drink your coffee, we need to go somewhere..." She smirks mischievously, making me gulp thickly.

"You are hurting me..." I wince as Chrissy drags me by my arm, rushing down the street. "I am sorry. But we have to hurry. Come on." She cheers, letting go of my arm and sprinting ahead. "You still haven't told me where we are going..." I point out and she scoffs. "To get the essentials for seducing your man..." She winks at me, motioning for me to walk faster. I strut by her side, deciding that my best interest is following her without a word. I know how she gets when she doesn't get her ways... We walk inside a store in the basement of a building. The place is brightly lit and there are rows on rows of bras, knickers, and lingerie, accompanied by toys and accessories hanging on the walls. "What is this place?" I ask Chrissy, who seems done with my ass today. "A flower shop. Are you dumb, girl?" She asks me, walking straight ahead. I follow behind her as she looks through the racks. "I don't want to freak him out..." I whisper, looking nervously at the leather garment she is inspecting. "Please, that's for me. I am not picking lingerie for you. You have eyes, pick your own damn slutty drawers." She giggles. I don't even know where to start, all these colors, material, all those looks, it is impossible to focus on just one. "Can you help me? Please..." I plead, looking at her as her face changes to a surprised one. "You've never bought lingerie before?" She asks me. "I never had to. For others, I just stripped and they jumped me." I explain. "Oh... Well, of course then. Let's see. We have to pick a color that looks sexy on your skin tone. Then see if lace of satin looks better on you. Of course, we have to see if you feel more comfortable in a set or in a body. If you are confident in your lingerie, he is going to think you are a hundred times sexier..." She explains, holding a set in front of my body. "Is it bad that I am nervous? This is worse than my first time." I utter and she laughs softly at me. "I get it." She chuckles at me, looking for more sets.

My Masterlist /  New York City /  New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome  /  Epilogue / Rose Colored Glasses Vol. 2, Part 1: New York / Part  2: New York, Upper East Side /  Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Part 4: Upper East Side, New York City & Low Manhattan, New York City / Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Part 6: New York, Zurich, London / Epilogue; Hawaii