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Harry knows what he wants, he knows what she wants and damn he is good at delivering 🥵🤯
Tangled Hearts | Chapter 12*
Summary: Y/N finds Harry with an unknown woman in a coffee shop and is convinced he's on a date. Her jealousy makes her ignore him for a week before they finally make up.
Pairing: bfd!harry x reader
Word count: 4.2K
Warnings: Age gap, BFD, angst?, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving).
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Monday rolls around, Y/N has been back home since Friday night and she took off all weekend to relax. She kept thinking about Harry and their mindblowing phonesex, he was dominating her and she was loving every second of it.
Today she has some meetings to finalise the selections and she has to edit all the photos that make the cut. It is a big step in her career so she wants everything to be perfect.
Walking into a coffee shop on her way to the meeting, she orders her drink and waits for the barista to make it. She is standing by the counter as she is deep in her thoughts, a familiar voice brings her back. Harry is sitting at a table at the far end of the coffee shop with a woman she has never seen before. They are laughing and she places her hand on his chest, they look very friendly. Y/N feels her stomach drop and the air is knocked out of her, she cannot believe the sight in front of her.
When Y/N's name is called by the barista, Harry's gaze shoots up and meets hers, a smile appearing on his face. She grabs her cup and turns to walk away when she hears Harry's voice.
"Y/N wait!" He calls, the other woman giving her a friendly smile. Harry walks towards her and Y/N feels like she has seen a ghost, he was with a woman, a beautiful woman and she felt like crying.
“Hi.” Harry says with a smile.
“Hi.” Y/N mumbles back, wanting nothing more than to run away from there.
“I've been thinking about you. It's so good to see you again.” He says.
“You too.”
“What are you up to? Have any plans today?” Harry asks, his smile never faltering.
“Actually I do. I have a meeting right now, I need to get going.” She answers before she rushes out of the coffee shop and starts walking down the street.
She feels tears stinging her eyes and her heartaches, her chest feels heavy and she can't help but feel a little betrayed. She doesn't even know why, he owes her nothing, they aren't a thing, not officially at least.
Harry doesn't know what just happened, he looks around and sees the woman, a business associate, he was having lunch with looking confused, he gives her a little shrug and goes to the bathroom. He is standing in the bathroom and he is feeling so many things at the same time. He is excited to have seen her, but at the same time he feels something is off, did she look like she was going to cry? He wonders.
He walks back out and sees Y/N's coffee on the counter, he pays for it and walks back to the table where his colleague is waiting.
“Sorry about that.” He says and she looks confused.
“It's alright. You're in love, it happens.” She says with a laugh and takes a sip of her coffee. Harry freezes and stares at her.
“What?” He asks and she raises an eyebrow.
“You are not denying it.”
“Well no.” He says with a soft smile.
“Oh, honey. Who is she?” The woman asks and Harry shakes his head.
“You don't know her. It's... Complicated.”
“Love always is.” She says and takes another sip of her coffee. Harry doesn't argue with that, because he knows she is right, but the way Y/N acted has him a little concerned.
After Harry and the woman part ways, he tries calling her a few times but it goes straight to voicemail, so he sends a text asking if she is alright.
Y/N is sitting in her car after her meeting, she is still in the parking lot, her phone buzzes and she sees it's a message from Harry. She doesn't even open it, she has no desire to read what he has to say, so she locks her phone and drives back to her apartment to finish editing the photos for the shoot.
She gets comfy and decides to call it an early night, the emotional stress taking a toll on her body. When she wakes up the next morning, she checks her phone and sees a few more missed calls and messages from Harry, he is asking if she is okay, asking what is wrong.
She doesn't respond, she can't. She knows it's selfish but she doesn't want him to see her this way, she is a mess. Her whole world was flipped upside down in a matter of hours and she had no idea how to fix it, how to deal with it.
The following day Harry calls again, he leaves her a voicemail asking her to call him back. The day after that, he sends a message telling her he is worried about her. Harry has been thinking about her all week, his heart aches and he is so confused. He has no idea why she was acting like this, why she didn't answer his calls, but he has to know.
He is contemplating whether or not to ask Olivia about Y/N, she must know if she's okay. Although, maybe not since she probably didn't want to talk about him with his daughter.
When Olivia calls her, it's Friday afternoon. Y/N is at home, she has been in bed for most of the day, not having the energy to get up. She knows she is overreacting, it was a misunderstanding, but it still hurts.
Her phone rings and she picks it up without looking at who it is.
“Hello?” She asks and clears her throat.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Olivia's voice comes through and she swallows hard.
“Yeah.” She lies, trying to sound like her usual self.
“I haven't heard from you all week.” She says and Y/N sighs.
“I'm sorry. I've been busy.”
“Are you sure everything is okay?” Olivia asks again.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” She says and doesn't push. “So, I was wondering, do you wanna come over for a movie night, tonight?” Olivia asks and Y/N sits up.
“Tonight?” She answers, running into Harry wasn't on her agenda for today but she knows she can't avoid him forever.
“Yeah. We can watch something funny and just relax. Dad will cook, and we can order dessert. What do you think?”
“Um, sure. Okay.” Y/N says, agreeing against her better judgement.
“Awesome! Is 7 o'clock okay?”
“Sounds good.”
“Alright, see you later.”
“See you.”
She hangs up and falls back on her bed, letting out a loud sigh.
That evening, she drives to Harry's place and she sits in her car, taking a few deep breaths before she makes her way inside. Olivia opens the door and throws her arms around Y/N.
“Hi! I'm so happy you're here!”
“Me too. Thanks for the invite.”
“Of course. I've missed you. Come in, Dad is in the kitchen.”
“Okay.” Y/N says and follows Olivia inside, she can smell the delicious food already and her mouth waters. She hasn't eaten anything the entire day and Harry's food is amazing, she thinks and she feels herself craving him too, but pushes it down.
Harry hears the front door open and close, he walks out of the kitchen and smiles when he sees Y/N, she is looking amazing. She has put a little effort into her outfit and she looks good, so good.
“Hey.” He says and steps closer to her.
“Hi.” Y/N says with a slight smile on her face and her heart is beating fast.
“How are you?” He asks, reaching out his hand and pulling her towards him. He wraps his arms around her and Y/N hugs him back, not trying to be suspicious as this is how they always greet each other.
“Good.” She says and pulls back a little, staring into his eyes.
Harry goes back into the kitchen and she walks over to Olivia who is setting up the movie, they sit on the sofa and chat about everything and nothing. Olivia updates her on her relationship with Timmy and Y/N fills her in on all the details she left out about her week in London.
When the food is ready, Harry carries all the dishes over to the living room and they have dinner while watching the movie. After eating, Harry cleans the dishes and leaves the girls to finish the movie. He makes some tea and then walks out of the living room and towards his bedroom, he wants the two of them to have some alone time too.
Y/N finishes the movie and Olivia suggests another one.
“Sure. Why not.” She says with a laugh and they continue watching. When the movie is done, Olivia turns off the TV and faces her.
“What is going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“I know something is wrong. You can tell me, we're friends.”
“I know.” Y/N says with a sigh.
“Then tell me, what is it?”
“It's fine, I don't wanna talk about it.” She answers and Olivia sighs.
“Okay, just know you can always talk to me.” Olivia says as she gets up and walks towards the bathroom. “I'll be right back.” She says before shutting the door.
Y/N lets out a frustrated groan and runs her hands through her hair, she cannot tell her. She cannot tell her what's going on, what's wrong.
Harry hears the sound of the bathroom door and hopes it's Olivia who left the room. He walks out to see Y/N sitting on the sofa with her hands in her hair. He quietly makes his way over and sits down on the sofa across from her.
“Y/N.” He says to make her look up and see him sitting in front of her, his gaze locked on her.
“Harry.” She breathes and his heart jumps at the sound of her saying his name.
“What's going on? Please tell me, what's wrong? Did I do something?” He asks, his eyes full of worry and he reaches out and takes her hand.
“No. No, of course not.” She says and squeezes his hand.
“Then why do you avoid me? Why did you ignore me for a week?” He asks and scoots closer but their conversation is cut short by the sound of Olivia returning.
“Sorry, had to pee.” She says and laughs a little, taking a seat next to Y/N and leaning against her side. “Now what should we watch?”
Harry gets up to leave the room again as Olivia flips through the channels, looking for a movie, a series, or a show. When she finds a channel playing a movie, she puts down the remote and leans back, resting her head on Y/N's shoulder.
They're watching the movie and halfway through it, Olivia sits up and turns to Y/N.
“I think we need ice cream. You stay here, I'll be right back.” She says and stands up, walking towards the kitchen. A loud ping resonates from her phone, she picks it up and reads the text, a soft gasp leaving her lips.
Harry
That woman, I was having a coffee with earlier this week, is a business associate.
Y/N decides to ignore his message and lock her phone, putting it on the coffee table in front of her. When Olivia returns with the ice cream, they continue watching the movie and eating their dessert. Both of them enjoy spoonfuls of the frozen treat and Y/N keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, trying not to look at her phone. But when her ringtone goes off, she picks up the device and quickly accepts the call when she sees his name on her screen as she doesn't want Olivia to see.
“Good evening, this is not really great timing if I'm being honest.” Y/N says in the microphone trying to come off as if some random business was calling her.
“Please, Y/N, I just want to talk to you.”
“I am hanging out with my friend tonight. Can I call you back later?” She asks rolling her eyes to show Olivia that it was, indeed, a work-related call.
“Are you staying the night with Oli?”
“No.”
“Can I bring you home when you want to go?”
“No, I'm sorry.”
“Will you text me?”
“I can do that. But I really gotta go now. Thank you for calling me.” Y/N answers keeping up her act before she hangs up the phone and stuffs it back into her pocket.
“I swear to god, those people just can't take a hint, can they?” She says and laughs hoping Olivia bought her excuse.
“No, they sure can't. Now, let's keep eating, I'm hungry.”
Harry sighs as the phone call ends and he runs his fingers through his hair. He knows he should let her enjoy her night with his daughter, but he simply has to take advantage of the situation. He knows she wouldn't have been able to ignore him like this. He decides to leave it alone for now and he'll hopefully talk to her when she gets home.
As the movie is coming to an end, Y/N notices Olivia has fallen asleep. She nudges her gently, trying to wake her up but she doesn't budge. Y/N stands up, turns off the TV and starts collecting their bowls and spoons, putting them in the dishwasher.
When she walks back towards Olivia, grabs a blanket from the shelf and lays it over her, smiling at how peaceful and cute she looks. Y/N walks towards the door, but before she leaves the room, she sees Harry walking into the room and she gestures towards Olivia.
“I guess I'll go.” She whispers.
“You don't have to. You can stay.”
“No, it's alright.” She says, trying to convince herself more than him.
“Call me, will you?” He asks and takes a step closer, his eyes full of love.
“Yeah. I will.”
“Drive safe.”
“Always.” She says and gives him a soft smile.
They walk out together and when Harry closes the front door, he feels the need to run after her and bring her back. But he doesn't, he waits until he hears the engine start before he walks to the living room, taking a seat next to his daughter and running his fingers through her hair, pushing a few stray strands away from her face.
When Y/N walks into her apartment, she feels exhausted and emotionally drained. She gets ready for bed and texts Harry, telling him she got home safely. He texts back right away and she smiles, reading his message.
Harry
Good.
Y/N doesn't wait any second longer before she calls him, his voice comes through the phone and it sounds so familiar and soothing, she feels calm just from hearing his voice.
“Hello, love.”
“Hey. Sorry about tonight.” She says and Harry smiles.
“No worries. Are you okay?” He asks, wanting to get right into the topic.
“Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to avoid you. Well, I did but-.”
“I figured it had something to do with the woman at the coffee shop.” Harry says but Y/N stays silent. “Like I said, she's a business associate and nothing more. We were having a conversation about, well I could explain but that's boring work stuff, really.”
“Oh.”
“What did you think I was doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Don't lie.” He says with a little laugh and Y/N sighs.
“Okay, maybe I did assume things.”
“What did you assume, hm?” He asks and his voice drops an octave lower, making her insides tingle.
“I don't know.”
“Come on, tell me.” He encourages and Y/N bites her bottom lip.
“I saw her being a little too touchy, so I thought…”
“You thought what, love?”
“I thought you were on a date.” She finally admits and Harry's heart is racing. Something in him shifts, and he is not sure what it is but he feels a new feeling. A sense of pride.
“Is my baby jealous?” He asks, wanting her to say the words, and he is met with silence. “Say it, love.” He coaxes.
“No, I-.”
“That's it, I'm coming over.”
“What? No, Harry-.”
“Too late, I'm already in the car. I'll see you soon.”
“No, wait. Harry, it's-.”
“I'll be there in ten.” He says and the line goes dead.
Y/N can't believe what just happened. He is coming over and she is not sure if that's a good idea, it's the middle of the night. But she cannot help the excitement she is feeling and when he texts her to let her know he is downstairs, she opens the door for him.
He walks into the building and takes the elevator up, when he gets to her floor, he sees the door open and she is standing there, a smile on her face. He walks inside and as the door closes, he grabs her by the waist and brings her close, their lips crashing together.
“Mhm, wait. Wait.” Y/N mumbles against his mouth and pulls back, looking up at him. “This isn't right.” She says and Harry furrows his eyebrows.
“What? Why?”
“We shouldn't be doing this.”
“Why not?” He asks, his fingers still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
“I... because.”
“Because what? Tell me why, tell me why this isn't right, hm?” He asks, and brings her even closer, his hands gently resting on her lower back.
“It's just-.”
“Is this because I'm older? Is this because you feel like I'm taking advantage of you?”
“No. That's not-.”
“Because you know, that's not true. You're an adult, and so am I.”
“Harry.”
“Y/N, please. Just tell me. If you don't want me, you have to tell me. Because I've been dying to touch you all night, all week. And if you don't want this, if you don't want me, I have to know.” He says, his eyes locking with hers.
“I do.”
"You do what?"
“I do want you. I do want this.” She admits, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.
“Good. Me too. Come here.” He says, bringing his mouth down to hers. He kisses her slowly and passionately, and his hand cups her cheek, caressing her soft skin. When they part, they're both breathing heavily, and he looks into her eyes.
“You have no idea how much I missed you. And your kisses.” He says and brings his lips down to hers, pecking her gently.
“Harry.” She moans softly.
“Mhm?” He mumbles and his lips travel down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin.
“Take me to bed.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” She answers and wraps her arms around his neck. He lifts her up, her legs wrap around his waist, and he carries her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed and crawls over her, their mouths connect once again. His tongue glides against hers, and his hand travels down her body and under her shirt, finding its way to her breast.
“Off.” She mumbles, pulling at his shirt, and Harry sits up, taking it off. His torso is fully exposed and Y/N can't take her eyes off him. She bites her bottom lip and brings her hand up, resting her palm on his chest. She can feel his heart beating, his skin is soft and warm, and her fingers slowly travel lower and lower. When they reach the hem of his sweats, he stops her.
“No.” He says and brings her hand up, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. “Tonight is about you.” He says and brings his mouth to her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and to her chest. His fingers play with the hem of her top, and when Y/N raises her upper body, he lifts the material up and over her head. Her bare skin is on display and Harry can't help but moan at the sight. Of course, she isn't wearing a bra as she was already comfortably in bed before he arrived.
He leans down, his mouth attaches to her breast and he sucks on her nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Her hips buck up and she arches her back, her eyes fluttering closed and a quiet moan escapes her lips.
“So sensitive.” He says and pinches her other nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from her.
“Harry.”
“Yes, love. I'm here. Tell me, what do you want?” He asks, his hot breath hitting her chest.
“Touch me.” She says and her eyes meet his.
“Where?” He asks, his tone deep and husky.
“Please.”
“I'm not doing anything until you tell me, love.” He says and places a wet kiss on her chest.
“Down.”
“Down?”
“Lower.”
“Here?” He asks and presses his lips to her sternum.
“No.”
“Hm?”
“You know where.”
“Here?” He asks and moves down to her stomach, kissing her softly.
“No.”
“Come on, love. Where do you want my mouth?”
“God, just fuck me.” She breathes and Harry's head shoots up, a smirk forming on his lips.
“Language, baby.”
“Shut up and make me come.” She says, her eyes are filled with desire, her lips parted.
“That can be arranged.” He says and moves down her body, stopping at the hem of her pyjama bottoms. He takes hold of the waistband and slowly pulls them down her legs. He tosses them aside and spreads her legs apart, settling between them.
“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” He asks and runs a finger through her slit.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, you're dripping.” He says and licks her juices from his finger, his eyes closing at the sweet taste. His head disappears between her thighs and his hands take hold of her thighs, keeping her legs apart. His mouth presses open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, and when he reaches her heat, he doesn't wait any longer. His tongue delves between her folds and his hands push her thighs wider, spreading her legs further. His tongue dips inside her entrance, licking and lapping up her juices. Her back arches and her hips roll against his mouth. He brings one of his hands up and pushes her hips down, stilling her movements. He brings his tongue up and flicks it against her clit, making her shiver.
“Harry. Yes, right there.” She moans and her eyes squeeze shut.
He wraps his lips around her swollen clit and sucks the bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Her legs tremble and her breathing is shallow.
“You like that, baby? Hm? Do you like my tongue on your pretty little cunt?”
“God, yes.” She breathes, her chest heaving and her body squirming under his touch.
“Mhm, you're so delicious.” He mumbles and his mouth travels lower, his tongue licking through her wetness. He teases her entrance, dipping his tongue inside, before moving up and wrapping his lips around her clit. His mouth is relentless and he doesn't stop his assault on her heat until her thighs squeeze around his head, her fingers pulling at his hair, her breathing laboured and her hips moving up and down.
“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, don't stop.” She moans, her eyes are tightly shut, her head pressed back into the pillow.
He moves his tongue faster, lapping up her juices and his finger travels lower. He dips it inside her entrance and thrusts his finger inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. Her walls tighten around his finger, and when he adds a second, she's a writhing mess.
“Harry, fuck. Yes.” She breathes, and when his fingers curl and hit the right spot, her orgasm washes over her and she lets out a long, throaty moan.
“Yes, that's it. Let go, baby. Let me taste you.” He says and his tongue swipes up her juices. He sucks her clit into his mouth, helping her ride out her high, her back arching and her eyes closing.
“Mhm, oh god.”
“Good girl.” He praises and gives her a few final kitten licks before he crawls back up and hovers above her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and when her eyes open, Harry's gaze locks with hers. His eyes are filled with lust, his lips glistening with her juices.
“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He whispers and connects their mouths in a hungry kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on his tongue and her hands come up, cupping his cheeks, deepening the kiss. When they pull away, their foreheads rest together, their breathing heavy.
“You're incredible.” Harry mumbles and his lips move down her cheek, trailing kisses down to her jawline.
“You are.”
“Let's get some sleep, hm? It's late.” He says and rolls over, pulling her against his chest.
“Don't you want me to-?” She says as she moves her hand down, palming him through his sweats.
“Not tonight, love. You need some sleep.”
“But-.” She’s not used to her partner not wanting anything in return.
“Shh. Go to sleep.” He says and rubs her back soothingly.
“Okay.” She says and wraps her arm around his torso, her head rests on his chest.
“Goodnight, love.”
“Night.” She whispers and within seconds she is fast asleep.
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He has a long-term girlfriend and I mean, nothing is going to happen, I don't want anything to happen. I'm a married woman for god sake but yeah, a lil crush never harmed no one right?
Really a lil crush would never harm any one!!! Nd no pressure at all for telling where you work bestie but pleasee keep updating about it!!🤭
I honestly don’t thing there won’t be a lot of updates.
If you read unholy, that’s kind of the situation I was in last year when I followed a training program at headquarters and he was the one teaching it. Because of the distance they let us all stay in a hotel and because he lives even further away from headquarters, he also stayed at the hotel.
Nothing happened ofc, just the conversation bits of the one shot and him literally sleeping two rooms over causing my imagination to run wild.
But after 10 weeks of that program, it was done and I didn’t see him until a few weeks later when we had a training event. That event was half a year ago, so that was the last time I saw him before he hopped around the store I work at.. 🤯 This chance meeting was unplanned and surprising and all the best omfg.
But yeah, he works at a completely different department of the company I work for. Causing us to basically never see each other. So idk when we’ll see each other again…
I do like to add tho, me and my friends (classmates from the training) followed him on Instagram at the same time when we were following the program. But I’m the only one who he followed back 🥹 He even slid into my DMs to wish me a happy birthday two weeks ago and I’m still not fucking over it.
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I added it to my goodreads today!! I heard so many good things about it omg
Do you ever finish a book and it's so good you just stare at the wall?
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Heartless by Elsie Silver yes.
Do you ever finish a book and it's so good you just stare at the wall?
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I might have secretly made a voice recording of when I knew he was walking around the store and was gonna see me again. Because I just wanted to hear that pretty fucking voice over and over again.
Ahhh bestie has a crush!!!!! Tell me moree please like is he married or not?? Sorry for being greedy but where u work at??
He has a long-term girlfriend and I mean, nothing is going to happen, I don't want anything to happen. I'm a married woman for god sake but yeah, a lil crush never harmed no one right?
I work at a store.. Where we.. Sell stuff I suppose. Lol. Like I said, I feel lowkey anxious talking about this whole subject because who knows my colleagues will read this (probably not) but lets just keep it vague. Although I feel like unholy is very much not vague if my colleagues would read it lmaoooo
I do like talking about him tho, so so much lmao
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I will never tell any book girly to stop buying books because we all know we can't. Stop fooling yourself and enjoy the books lol
someone tell me to stop buying books before finishing others
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Goodmorning, I feel like my mutuals really are my besties
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Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me
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Some days, today being one of them, make me miss my ex bestie. Friendship break ups are soooo underrated. They feel way more devastating that relationship break ups like fuck
Wish I could just text him right now because I know he would just feed into my obsessions in the best possible way but fuck texting him after he randomly started ignoring me over a year ago.. I guess his first boyfriend was more important than his bestie.. 😅
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This baby has been updated as well, honestly long overdue.
Welcome to the masterpost of Tangled Hearts. Here you can find all the chapters that are currently posted. This list will be updated throughout the entire series.
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Summary: Y/N recently returned to her hometown of Manchester after living on the opposite side of the country. She spent her university years in Falmouth and then resided in London for a few years. Upon her return, she was delighted to reconnect with her best friend Olivia, who happens to be the daughter of the well-known CEO, Harry Styles who had become a father at a young age. Y/N had always been aware of Harry's charm, but she was taken aback by the noticeable shift in their dynamic upon their reunion.
Immerse yourself in this story and witness the unexpected love story of two people whose destinies were never meant to align.
TW: DBF, age gap, smut.
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Chapter 4
Chapter 5*
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Chapter 11*
Chapter 12*
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Last updated 26/04/24
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Tangled Hearts | Chapter 12*
Summary: Y/N finds Harry with an unknown woman in a coffee shop and is convinced he's on a date. Her jealousy makes her ignore him for a week before they finally make up.
Pairing: bfd!harry x reader
Word count: 4.2K
Warnings: Age gap, BFD, angst?, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving).
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Monday rolls around, Y/N has been back home since Friday night and she took off all weekend to relax. She kept thinking about Harry and their mindblowing phonesex, he was dominating her and she was loving every second of it.
Today she has some meetings to finalise the selections and she has to edit all the photos that make the cut. It is a big step in her career so she wants everything to be perfect.
Walking into a coffee shop on her way to the meeting, she orders her drink and waits for the barista to make it. She is standing by the counter as she is deep in her thoughts, a familiar voice brings her back. Harry is sitting at a table at the far end of the coffee shop with a woman she has never seen before. They are laughing and she places her hand on his chest, they look very friendly. Y/N feels her stomach drop and the air is knocked out of her, she cannot believe the sight in front of her.
When Y/N's name is called by the barista, Harry's gaze shoots up and meets hers, a smile appearing on his face. She grabs her cup and turns to walk away when she hears Harry's voice.
"Y/N wait!" He calls, the other woman giving her a friendly smile. Harry walks towards her and Y/N feels like she has seen a ghost, he was with a woman, a beautiful woman and she felt like crying.
“Hi.” Harry says with a smile.
“Hi.” Y/N mumbles back, wanting nothing more than to run away from there.
“I've been thinking about you. It's so good to see you again.” He says.
“You too.”
“What are you up to? Have any plans today?” Harry asks, his smile never faltering.
“Actually I do. I have a meeting right now, I need to get going.” She answers before she rushes out of the coffee shop and starts walking down the street.
She feels tears stinging her eyes and her heartaches, her chest feels heavy and she can't help but feel a little betrayed. She doesn't even know why, he owes her nothing, they aren't a thing, not officially at least.
Harry doesn't know what just happened, he looks around and sees the woman, a business associate, he was having lunch with looking confused, he gives her a little shrug and goes to the bathroom. He is standing in the bathroom and he is feeling so many things at the same time. He is excited to have seen her, but at the same time he feels something is off, did she look like she was going to cry? He wonders.
He walks back out and sees Y/N's coffee on the counter, he pays for it and walks back to the table where his colleague is waiting.
“Sorry about that.” He says and she looks confused.
“It's alright. You're in love, it happens.” She says with a laugh and takes a sip of her coffee. Harry freezes and stares at her.
“What?” He asks and she raises an eyebrow.
“You are not denying it.”
“Well no.” He says with a soft smile.
“Oh, honey. Who is she?” The woman asks and Harry shakes his head.
“You don't know her. It's... Complicated.”
“Love always is.” She says and takes another sip of her coffee. Harry doesn't argue with that, because he knows she is right, but the way Y/N acted has him a little concerned.
After Harry and the woman part ways, he tries calling her a few times but it goes straight to voicemail, so he sends a text asking if she is alright.
Y/N is sitting in her car after her meeting, she is still in the parking lot, her phone buzzes and she sees it's a message from Harry. She doesn't even open it, she has no desire to read what he has to say, so she locks her phone and drives back to her apartment to finish editing the photos for the shoot.
She gets comfy and decides to call it an early night, the emotional stress taking a toll on her body. When she wakes up the next morning, she checks her phone and sees a few more missed calls and messages from Harry, he is asking if she is okay, asking what is wrong.
She doesn't respond, she can't. She knows it's selfish but she doesn't want him to see her this way, she is a mess. Her whole world was flipped upside down in a matter of hours and she had no idea how to fix it, how to deal with it.
The following day Harry calls again, he leaves her a voicemail asking her to call him back. The day after that, he sends a message telling her he is worried about her. Harry has been thinking about her all week, his heart aches and he is so confused. He has no idea why she was acting like this, why she didn't answer his calls, but he has to know.
He is contemplating whether or not to ask Olivia about Y/N, she must know if she's okay. Although, maybe not since she probably didn't want to talk about him with his daughter.
When Olivia calls her, it's Friday afternoon. Y/N is at home, she has been in bed for most of the day, not having the energy to get up. She knows she is overreacting, it was a misunderstanding, but it still hurts.
Her phone rings and she picks it up without looking at who it is.
“Hello?” She asks and clears her throat.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Olivia's voice comes through and she swallows hard.
“Yeah.” She lies, trying to sound like her usual self.
“I haven't heard from you all week.” She says and Y/N sighs.
“I'm sorry. I've been busy.”
“Are you sure everything is okay?” Olivia asks again.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” She says and doesn't push. “So, I was wondering, do you wanna come over for a movie night, tonight?” Olivia asks and Y/N sits up.
“Tonight?” She answers, running into Harry wasn't on her agenda for today but she knows she can't avoid him forever.
“Yeah. We can watch something funny and just relax. Dad will cook, and we can order dessert. What do you think?”
“Um, sure. Okay.” Y/N says, agreeing against her better judgement.
“Awesome! Is 7 o'clock okay?”
“Sounds good.”
“Alright, see you later.”
“See you.”
She hangs up and falls back on her bed, letting out a loud sigh.
That evening, she drives to Harry's place and she sits in her car, taking a few deep breaths before she makes her way inside. Olivia opens the door and throws her arms around Y/N.
“Hi! I'm so happy you're here!”
“Me too. Thanks for the invite.”
“Of course. I've missed you. Come in, Dad is in the kitchen.”
“Okay.” Y/N says and follows Olivia inside, she can smell the delicious food already and her mouth waters. She hasn't eaten anything the entire day and Harry's food is amazing, she thinks and she feels herself craving him too, but pushes it down.
Harry hears the front door open and close, he walks out of the kitchen and smiles when he sees Y/N, she is looking amazing. She has put a little effort into her outfit and she looks good, so good.
“Hey.” He says and steps closer to her.
“Hi.” Y/N says with a slight smile on her face and her heart is beating fast.
“How are you?” He asks, reaching out his hand and pulling her towards him. He wraps his arms around her and Y/N hugs him back, not trying to be suspicious as this is how they always greet each other.
“Good.” She says and pulls back a little, staring into his eyes.
Harry goes back into the kitchen and she walks over to Olivia who is setting up the movie, they sit on the sofa and chat about everything and nothing. Olivia updates her on her relationship with Timmy and Y/N fills her in on all the details she left out about her week in London.
When the food is ready, Harry carries all the dishes over to the living room and they have dinner while watching the movie. After eating, Harry cleans the dishes and leaves the girls to finish the movie. He makes some tea and then walks out of the living room and towards his bedroom, he wants the two of them to have some alone time too.
Y/N finishes the movie and Olivia suggests another one.
“Sure. Why not.” She says with a laugh and they continue watching. When the movie is done, Olivia turns off the TV and faces her.
“What is going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“I know something is wrong. You can tell me, we're friends.”
“I know.” Y/N says with a sigh.
“Then tell me, what is it?”
“It's fine, I don't wanna talk about it.” She answers and Olivia sighs.
“Okay, just know you can always talk to me.” Olivia says as she gets up and walks towards the bathroom. “I'll be right back.” She says before shutting the door.
Y/N lets out a frustrated groan and runs her hands through her hair, she cannot tell her. She cannot tell her what's going on, what's wrong.
Harry hears the sound of the bathroom door and hopes it's Olivia who left the room. He walks out to see Y/N sitting on the sofa with her hands in her hair. He quietly makes his way over and sits down on the sofa across from her.
“Y/N.” He says to make her look up and see him sitting in front of her, his gaze locked on her.
“Harry.” She breathes and his heart jumps at the sound of her saying his name.
“What's going on? Please tell me, what's wrong? Did I do something?” He asks, his eyes full of worry and he reaches out and takes her hand.
“No. No, of course not.” She says and squeezes his hand.
“Then why do you avoid me? Why did you ignore me for a week?” He asks and scoots closer but their conversation is cut short by the sound of Olivia returning.
“Sorry, had to pee.” She says and laughs a little, taking a seat next to Y/N and leaning against her side. “Now what should we watch?”
Harry gets up to leave the room again as Olivia flips through the channels, looking for a movie, a series, or a show. When she finds a channel playing a movie, she puts down the remote and leans back, resting her head on Y/N's shoulder.
They're watching the movie and halfway through it, Olivia sits up and turns to Y/N.
“I think we need ice cream. You stay here, I'll be right back.” She says and stands up, walking towards the kitchen. A loud ping resonates from her phone, she picks it up and reads the text, a soft gasp leaving her lips.
Harry
That woman, I was having a coffee with earlier this week, is a business associate.
Y/N decides to ignore his message and lock her phone, putting it on the coffee table in front of her. When Olivia returns with the ice cream, they continue watching the movie and eating their dessert. Both of them enjoy spoonfuls of the frozen treat and Y/N keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, trying not to look at her phone. But when her ringtone goes off, she picks up the device and quickly accepts the call when she sees his name on her screen as she doesn't want Olivia to see.
“Good evening, this is not really great timing if I'm being honest.” Y/N says in the microphone trying to come off as if some random business was calling her.
“Please, Y/N, I just want to talk to you.”
“I am hanging out with my friend tonight. Can I call you back later?” She asks rolling her eyes to show Olivia that it was, indeed, a work-related call.
“Are you staying the night with Oli?”
“No.”
“Can I bring you home when you want to go?”
“No, I'm sorry.”
“Will you text me?”
“I can do that. But I really gotta go now. Thank you for calling me.” Y/N answers keeping up her act before she hangs up the phone and stuffs it back into her pocket.
“I swear to god, those people just can't take a hint, can they?” She says and laughs hoping Olivia bought her excuse.
“No, they sure can't. Now, let's keep eating, I'm hungry.”
Harry sighs as the phone call ends and he runs his fingers through his hair. He knows he should let her enjoy her night with his daughter, but he simply has to take advantage of the situation. He knows she wouldn't have been able to ignore him like this. He decides to leave it alone for now and he'll hopefully talk to her when she gets home.
As the movie is coming to an end, Y/N notices Olivia has fallen asleep. She nudges her gently, trying to wake her up but she doesn't budge. Y/N stands up, turns off the TV and starts collecting their bowls and spoons, putting them in the dishwasher.
When she walks back towards Olivia, grabs a blanket from the shelf and lays it over her, smiling at how peaceful and cute she looks. Y/N walks towards the door, but before she leaves the room, she sees Harry walking into the room and she gestures towards Olivia.
���I guess I'll go.” She whispers.
“You don't have to. You can stay.”
“No, it's alright.” She says, trying to convince herself more than him.
“Call me, will you?” He asks and takes a step closer, his eyes full of love.
“Yeah. I will.”
“Drive safe.”
“Always.” She says and gives him a soft smile.
They walk out together and when Harry closes the front door, he feels the need to run after her and bring her back. But he doesn't, he waits until he hears the engine start before he walks to the living room, taking a seat next to his daughter and running his fingers through her hair, pushing a few stray strands away from her face.
When Y/N walks into her apartment, she feels exhausted and emotionally drained. She gets ready for bed and texts Harry, telling him she got home safely. He texts back right away and she smiles, reading his message.
Harry
Good.
Y/N doesn't wait any second longer before she calls him, his voice comes through the phone and it sounds so familiar and soothing, she feels calm just from hearing his voice.
“Hello, love.”
“Hey. Sorry about tonight.” She says and Harry smiles.
“No worries. Are you okay?” He asks, wanting to get right into the topic.
“Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to avoid you. Well, I did but-.”
“I figured it had something to do with the woman at the coffee shop.” Harry says but Y/N stays silent. “Like I said, she's a business associate and nothing more. We were having a conversation about, well I could explain but that's boring work stuff, really.”
“Oh.”
“What did you think I was doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Don't lie.” He says with a little laugh and Y/N sighs.
“Okay, maybe I did assume things.”
“What did you assume, hm?” He asks and his voice drops an octave lower, making her insides tingle.
“I don't know.”
“Come on, tell me.” He encourages and Y/N bites her bottom lip.
“I saw her being a little too touchy, so I thought…”
“You thought what, love?”
“I thought you were on a date.” She finally admits and Harry's heart is racing. Something in him shifts, and he is not sure what it is but he feels a new feeling. A sense of pride.
“Is my baby jealous?” He asks, wanting her to say the words, and he is met with silence. “Say it, love.” He coaxes.
“No, I-.”
“That's it, I'm coming over.”
“What? No, Harry-.”
“Too late, I'm already in the car. I'll see you soon.”
“No, wait. Harry, it's-.”
“I'll be there in ten.” He says and the line goes dead.
Y/N can't believe what just happened. He is coming over and she is not sure if that's a good idea, it's the middle of the night. But she cannot help the excitement she is feeling and when he texts her to let her know he is downstairs, she opens the door for him.
He walks into the building and takes the elevator up, when he gets to her floor, he sees the door open and she is standing there, a smile on her face. He walks inside and as the door closes, he grabs her by the waist and brings her close, their lips crashing together.
“Mhm, wait. Wait.” Y/N mumbles against his mouth and pulls back, looking up at him. “This isn't right.” She says and Harry furrows his eyebrows.
“What? Why?”
“We shouldn't be doing this.”
“Why not?” He asks, his fingers still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
“I... because.”
“Because what? Tell me why, tell me why this isn't right, hm?” He asks, and brings her even closer, his hands gently resting on her lower back.
“It's just-.”
“Is this because I'm older? Is this because you feel like I'm taking advantage of you?”
“No. That's not-.”
“Because you know, that's not true. You're an adult, and so am I.”
“Harry.”
“Y/N, please. Just tell me. If you don't want me, you have to tell me. Because I've been dying to touch you all night, all week. And if you don't want this, if you don't want me, I have to know.” He says, his eyes locking with hers.
“I do.”
"You do what?"
“I do want you. I do want this.” She admits, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.
“Good. Me too. Come here.” He says, bringing his mouth down to hers. He kisses her slowly and passionately, and his hand cups her cheek, caressing her soft skin. When they part, they're both breathing heavily, and he looks into her eyes.
“You have no idea how much I missed you. And your kisses.” He says and brings his lips down to hers, pecking her gently.
“Harry.” She moans softly.
“Mhm?” He mumbles and his lips travel down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin.
“Take me to bed.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” She answers and wraps her arms around his neck. He lifts her up, her legs wrap around his waist, and he carries her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed and crawls over her, their mouths connect once again. His tongue glides against hers, and his hand travels down her body and under her shirt, finding its way to her breast.
“Off.” She mumbles, pulling at his shirt, and Harry sits up, taking it off. His torso is fully exposed and Y/N can't take her eyes off him. She bites her bottom lip and brings her hand up, resting her palm on his chest. She can feel his heart beating, his skin is soft and warm, and her fingers slowly travel lower and lower. When they reach the hem of his sweats, he stops her.
“No.” He says and brings her hand up, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. “Tonight is about you.” He says and brings his mouth to her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and to her chest. His fingers play with the hem of her top, and when Y/N raises her upper body, he lifts the material up and over her head. Her bare skin is on display and Harry can't help but moan at the sight. Of course, she isn't wearing a bra as she was already comfortably in bed before he arrived.
He leans down, his mouth attaches to her breast and he sucks on her nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Her hips buck up and she arches her back, her eyes fluttering closed and a quiet moan escapes her lips.
“So sensitive.” He says and pinches her other nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from her.
“Harry.”
“Yes, love. I'm here. Tell me, what do you want?” He asks, his hot breath hitting her chest.
“Touch me.” She says and her eyes meet his.
“Where?” He asks, his tone deep and husky.
“Please.”
“I'm not doing anything until you tell me, love.” He says and places a wet kiss on her chest.
“Down.”
“Down?”
“Lower.”
“Here?” He asks and presses his lips to her sternum.
“No.”
“Hm?”
“You know where.”
“Here?” He asks and moves down to her stomach, kissing her softly.
“No.”
“Come on, love. Where do you want my mouth?”
“God, just fuck me.” She breathes and Harry's head shoots up, a smirk forming on his lips.
“Language, baby.”
“Shut up and make me come.” She says, her eyes are filled with desire, her lips parted.
“That can be arranged.” He says and moves down her body, stopping at the hem of her pyjama bottoms. He takes hold of the waistband and slowly pulls them down her legs. He tosses them aside and spreads her legs apart, settling between them.
“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” He asks and runs a finger through her slit.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, you're dripping.” He says and licks her juices from his finger, his eyes closing at the sweet taste. His head disappears between her thighs and his hands take hold of her thighs, keeping her legs apart. His mouth presses open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, and when he reaches her heat, he doesn't wait any longer. His tongue delves between her folds and his hands push her thighs wider, spreading her legs further. His tongue dips inside her entrance, licking and lapping up her juices. Her back arches and her hips roll against his mouth. He brings one of his hands up and pushes her hips down, stilling her movements. He brings his tongue up and flicks it against her clit, making her shiver.
“Harry. Yes, right there.” She moans and her eyes squeeze shut.
He wraps his lips around her swollen clit and sucks the bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Her legs tremble and her breathing is shallow.
“You like that, baby? Hm? Do you like my tongue on your pretty little cunt?”
“God, yes.” She breathes, her chest heaving and her body squirming under his touch.
“Mhm, you're so delicious.” He mumbles and his mouth travels lower, his tongue licking through her wetness. He teases her entrance, dipping his tongue inside, before moving up and wrapping his lips around her clit. His mouth is relentless and he doesn't stop his assault on her heat until her thighs squeeze around his head, her fingers pulling at his hair, her breathing laboured and her hips moving up and down.
“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, don't stop.” She moans, her eyes are tightly shut, her head pressed back into the pillow.
He moves his tongue faster, lapping up her juices and his finger travels lower. He dips it inside her entrance and thrusts his finger inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. Her walls tighten around his finger, and when he adds a second, she's a writhing mess.
“Harry, fuck. Yes.” She breathes, and when his fingers curl and hit the right spot, her orgasm washes over her and she lets out a long, throaty moan.
“Yes, that's it. Let go, baby. Let me taste you.” He says and his tongue swipes up her juices. He sucks her clit into his mouth, helping her ride out her high, her back arching and her eyes closing.
“Mhm, oh god.”
“Good girl.” He praises and gives her a few final kitten licks before he crawls back up and hovers above her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and when her eyes open, Harry's gaze locks with hers. His eyes are filled with lust, his lips glistening with her juices.
“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He whispers and connects their mouths in a hungry kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on his tongue and her hands come up, cupping his cheeks, deepening the kiss. When they pull away, their foreheads rest together, their breathing heavy.
“You're incredible.” Harry mumbles and his lips move down her cheek, trailing kisses down to her jawline.
“You are.”
“Let's get some sleep, hm? It's late.” He says and rolls over, pulling her against his chest.
“Don't you want me to-?” She says as she moves her hand down, palming him through his sweats.
“Not tonight, love. You need some sleep.”
“But-.” She’s not used to her partner not wanting anything in return.
“Shh. Go to sleep.” He says and rubs her back soothingly.
“Okay.” She says and wraps her arm around his torso, her head rests on his chest.
“Goodnight, love.”
“Night.” She whispers and within seconds she is fast asleep.
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She is getting long, but she is updatedddd! 😎😍
Here is a full list of all things I ever wrote. I’ll update this as we go. My requests are always open. Let me know if you have any wishes on what to read! 🥰
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My favourite tropes:
❀ bestfriend!Harry
❀ dbf!Harry/bfd!Harry
❀ older!Harry
❀ roommate!Harry
🔥 - Mature content
🌸 - Fluffy content
🔥TANGLED HEARTS: BFD, age gap, slowburn.
Y/N recently returned to her hometown of Manchester after living on the opposite side of the country. She spent her university years in Falmouth and then resided in London for a few years. Upon her return, she was delighted to reconnect with her best friend Olivia, who happens to be the daughter of the well-known CEO, Harry Styles who had become a father at a young age. Y/N had always been aware of Harry’s charm, but she was taken aback by the noticeable shift in their dynamic upon their reunion.
🔥HARRY TAKES A FAN HOME: Harry takes a fan home after his concert and treats her real good. (4.3k words, shower sex, oral male receiving)
🔥AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES: You catch Harry masturbating as you get home to your shared apartment and he doesn’t seem to mind at all. (2.5k words, male masturbation, p in v, oral female receiving, roommates to lovers)
🌸A GAME OF UNO: Harry and Y/N play a game of strip UNO. The rules are made up by Harry himself. (4K words, best friends to lovers, sexual topics)
🔥UNHOLY: Harry is a teacher for the course you’re following for your job and he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of. (6.2K words, pussy eating, protective sex, squirting, p in v)
🔥UNCLE HARRY WANTS A BABY TOO: Harry simply can’t wait to get his fiancé pregnant after meeting his baby niece for the first time (2.8K words, unprotected sex, talk about pregnancy)
🔥LOST AND FOUND: Y/N and Harry are two best friends who reunite at one of his concerts. Afterwards, the catch up in his hotel suite. (3.5K words, unprotected sex)
🌸EASTER EGG HUNT: Just a little blurb about Harry and Y/N having an easter egg hunt with their little niece. (1.3K fluffy special to celebrate easter)
🔥BEYOND FRIENDSHIP
PART 1: Harry and Y/N finally give in to their desires and share a heated kiss on the dancefloor in a club. The tension rises incredibly high and they simply can’t wait until they’re home. (2.2K, public bathroom sex, quicky, unprotected sex, drunk besties)
PART 2: Harry and Y/N get home after they just hooked up in the club bathroom but that simply wasn’t enough. (3.6K daddy kink, rough sex, after care, face fucking, licking her clean, just.. everything lol)
🌸FIELD DAY REUNION: Harry agrees to volunteer at his son’s school and he is surprised to see the teacher is his long-lost high school girlfriend. (3.2K, pure fluff, single dad, past lovers)
🔥ENEMIES AT NINE, LOVERS AT FIVE:
PART 1: Harry and Y/N are colleagues who absolutely hate each other. Who knows all they needed was a good fuck? (2.6K enemies to lovers, public sex, unprotected sex)
PART 2: Harry and Y/N suddenly need to fly out to Portugal for work and their boss only booked one (twin) room because the hotel was overbooked. (6.2K, enemies to lovers, slight dom if you squint, again unprotected sex, Y/N being a little bitch.)
🔥BREAKING BARRIERS: Y/N is in her mid-twenties and still a virgin, but she decides she no longer wants to wait for marriage as the tension between her and her best friend rises. (9.1K, friends to lovers, virginity talk, oral f receiving)
🔥HIGH SCHOOL REUNION: Harry and Y/N see each other for the first time in years at their high school reunion. Neither of them was the dorky nerd they used to be when they were teens, so it’s only a matter of time before they are all tangled up in each other. (4.2K, friends to lovers, cute sex)
🔥THE AUTHOR: You just moved into your new apartment and your new neighbour turns out to be the author of the smutty book you’re currently reading. (2.8K smut, strangers, cute sex again.)
🔥WHEN WE’RE THIRTY: Y/N and Harry made a deal that if they’d both still be single at the age of 30, they would just marry each other. When it’s finally her birthday and they are in fact both still single, one thing leads to another. (3.2K besties to lovers, fluffy smut)
🔥SUMMER PARADISE: Harry joins you and you family on a little vacation but he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. (3.8K, sir kink, age gap, taboo, dad’s best friend.)
🔥ITALIAN TUB: Harry takes Y/N on a surprise trip to Italy for their 5th wedding anniversary. Everything goes smoothly until they find themselves alone in the hot tub in the backyard of their Airbnb. (4.2K, husband!harry, unprotected public sex, light spanking)
🔥HARDWARE STORE HOOKUP: Y/N just broke up with her boyfriend and kicked him out, she is redecorating her apartment and the guy who works at the hardware store just has something special to him. (4.7K, basically strangers, oral female receiving, p in v)
🔥WEDDING WISHES AND CELEBRITY KISSES: Y/N, the only single bridesmaid, meets Harry at the wedding of her friend. The groom works at his record label and therefore he is invited. From the first second, the pair laid eyes on each other, they were completely smitten. (6.9K, famous!harry, tiny bit of bum stuff, oral f receiving)
🔥WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR: Y/N isn’t having luck in the dating scene and she just needs someone to take good care of her. She knows Harry has some skills, so what’s the harm in asking him for a little help? (3.5K, Bestie!Harry, unprotected sex, squirting, oral f receiving)
🔥STEAMY SHORELINE: Harry and his wife go on a well-deserved holiday to relax and wind down but they can’t seem to keep their hands away from each other. (4K, husband!harry, unprotected public sex, p in v, butt play, sex on the beach (not the cocktail))
🔥A NARRY FOURWAY: Harry goes out with Niall after his concert and finds a cute fan and her friend at the bar who was in the crowd earlier. All four of them hit it pretty well and have some fun together back home. (6.7K of pure filth, double penetration)
🔥BRUSHES AND BODIES: Harry is a nude model for your painting class and both of you feel completely drawn to each other. (7.5K of just cute romantic lovemaking between two strangers)
🔥MAKE YOU MINE: Harry and Y/N are FWB but when Y/N has plans with another man Harry gets extremely jealous. (5.2K of jealous Harry, sir kink, cum eating, just really hot ok)
🔥CARE AND CONNECTION: Y/N has been babysitting Harry’s daughter for a couple of months now and the two of them grew rather fond of each other. Harry can’t help but swoon when he comes home to find his daughter wrapped up in Y/N’s arms, both asleep on the sofa. (9K of lots of love and smut in a taboo relationship. Babysitter!Y/N)
🔥WRITING RETREAT: Harry takes Y/N on a writing retreat to Italy, and given all this alone time causes things to bloom between him and his guitarist. (5K of unprotected swimming pool sex, friends to lovers)
🔥SUNRISE SUPPING: Harry and Y/N are on a vacation to the Bahamas when they go supping one morning. Harry steers the two of them to a secluded area to have her all to himself. (4K of public sex on a supping board, oral f receiving)
Here’s a list of all the smutty fics I adore. I will update it as we go. :)
Updated: 26/04/2024
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Ugh, they are just the cutest aren't they?? 🥰
Tangled Hearts | Chapter 12*
Summary: Y/N finds Harry with an unknown woman in a coffee shop and is convinced he's on a date. Her jealousy makes her ignore him for a week before they finally make up.
Pairing: bfd!harry x reader
Word count: 4.2K
Warnings: Age gap, BFD, angst?, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving).
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Monday rolls around, Y/N has been back home since Friday night and she took off all weekend to relax. She kept thinking about Harry and their mindblowing phonesex, he was dominating her and she was loving every second of it.
Today she has some meetings to finalise the selections and she has to edit all the photos that make the cut. It is a big step in her career so she wants everything to be perfect.
Walking into a coffee shop on her way to the meeting, she orders her drink and waits for the barista to make it. She is standing by the counter as she is deep in her thoughts, a familiar voice brings her back. Harry is sitting at a table at the far end of the coffee shop with a woman she has never seen before. They are laughing and she places her hand on his chest, they look very friendly. Y/N feels her stomach drop and the air is knocked out of her, she cannot believe the sight in front of her.
When Y/N's name is called by the barista, Harry's gaze shoots up and meets hers, a smile appearing on his face. She grabs her cup and turns to walk away when she hears Harry's voice.
"Y/N wait!" He calls, the other woman giving her a friendly smile. Harry walks towards her and Y/N feels like she has seen a ghost, he was with a woman, a beautiful woman and she felt like crying.
“Hi.” Harry says with a smile.
“Hi.” Y/N mumbles back, wanting nothing more than to run away from there.
“I've been thinking about you. It's so good to see you again.” He says.
“You too.”
“What are you up to? Have any plans today?” Harry asks, his smile never faltering.
“Actually I do. I have a meeting right now, I need to get going.” She answers before she rushes out of the coffee shop and starts walking down the street.
She feels tears stinging her eyes and her heartaches, her chest feels heavy and she can't help but feel a little betrayed. She doesn't even know why, he owes her nothing, they aren't a thing, not officially at least.
Harry doesn't know what just happened, he looks around and sees the woman, a business associate, he was having lunch with looking confused, he gives her a little shrug and goes to the bathroom. He is standing in the bathroom and he is feeling so many things at the same time. He is excited to have seen her, but at the same time he feels something is off, did she look like she was going to cry? He wonders.
He walks back out and sees Y/N's coffee on the counter, he pays for it and walks back to the table where his colleague is waiting.
“Sorry about that.” He says and she looks confused.
“It's alright. You're in love, it happens.” She says with a laugh and takes a sip of her coffee. Harry freezes and stares at her.
“What?” He asks and she raises an eyebrow.
“You are not denying it.”
“Well no.” He says with a soft smile.
“Oh, honey. Who is she?” The woman asks and Harry shakes his head.
“You don't know her. It's... Complicated.”
“Love always is.” She says and takes another sip of her coffee. Harry doesn't argue with that, because he knows she is right, but the way Y/N acted has him a little concerned.
After Harry and the woman part ways, he tries calling her a few times but it goes straight to voicemail, so he sends a text asking if she is alright.
Y/N is sitting in her car after her meeting, she is still in the parking lot, her phone buzzes and she sees it's a message from Harry. She doesn't even open it, she has no desire to read what he has to say, so she locks her phone and drives back to her apartment to finish editing the photos for the shoot.
She gets comfy and decides to call it an early night, the emotional stress taking a toll on her body. When she wakes up the next morning, she checks her phone and sees a few more missed calls and messages from Harry, he is asking if she is okay, asking what is wrong.
She doesn't respond, she can't. She knows it's selfish but she doesn't want him to see her this way, she is a mess. Her whole world was flipped upside down in a matter of hours and she had no idea how to fix it, how to deal with it.
The following day Harry calls again, he leaves her a voicemail asking her to call him back. The day after that, he sends a message telling her he is worried about her. Harry has been thinking about her all week, his heart aches and he is so confused. He has no idea why she was acting like this, why she didn't answer his calls, but he has to know.
He is contemplating whether or not to ask Olivia about Y/N, she must know if she's okay. Although, maybe not since she probably didn't want to talk about him with his daughter.
When Olivia calls her, it's Friday afternoon. Y/N is at home, she has been in bed for most of the day, not having the energy to get up. She knows she is overreacting, it was a misunderstanding, but it still hurts.
Her phone rings and she picks it up without looking at who it is.
“Hello?” She asks and clears her throat.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Olivia's voice comes through and she swallows hard.
“Yeah.” She lies, trying to sound like her usual self.
“I haven't heard from you all week.” She says and Y/N sighs.
“I'm sorry. I've been busy.”
“Are you sure everything is okay?” Olivia asks again.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” She says and doesn't push. “So, I was wondering, do you wanna come over for a movie night, tonight?” Olivia asks and Y/N sits up.
“Tonight?” She answers, running into Harry wasn't on her agenda for today but she knows she can't avoid him forever.
“Yeah. We can watch something funny and just relax. Dad will cook, and we can order dessert. What do you think?”
“Um, sure. Okay.” Y/N says, agreeing against her better judgement.
“Awesome! Is 7 o'clock okay?”
“Sounds good.”
“Alright, see you later.”
“See you.”
She hangs up and falls back on her bed, letting out a loud sigh.
That evening, she drives to Harry's place and she sits in her car, taking a few deep breaths before she makes her way inside. Olivia opens the door and throws her arms around Y/N.
“Hi! I'm so happy you're here!”
“Me too. Thanks for the invite.”
“Of course. I've missed you. Come in, Dad is in the kitchen.”
“Okay.” Y/N says and follows Olivia inside, she can smell the delicious food already and her mouth waters. She hasn't eaten anything the entire day and Harry's food is amazing, she thinks and she feels herself craving him too, but pushes it down.
Harry hears the front door open and close, he walks out of the kitchen and smiles when he sees Y/N, she is looking amazing. She has put a little effort into her outfit and she looks good, so good.
“Hey.” He says and steps closer to her.
“Hi.” Y/N says with a slight smile on her face and her heart is beating fast.
“How are you?” He asks, reaching out his hand and pulling her towards him. He wraps his arms around her and Y/N hugs him back, not trying to be suspicious as this is how they always greet each other.
“Good.” She says and pulls back a little, staring into his eyes.
Harry goes back into the kitchen and she walks over to Olivia who is setting up the movie, they sit on the sofa and chat about everything and nothing. Olivia updates her on her relationship with Timmy and Y/N fills her in on all the details she left out about her week in London.
When the food is ready, Harry carries all the dishes over to the living room and they have dinner while watching the movie. After eating, Harry cleans the dishes and leaves the girls to finish the movie. He makes some tea and then walks out of the living room and towards his bedroom, he wants the two of them to have some alone time too.
Y/N finishes the movie and Olivia suggests another one.
“Sure. Why not.” She says with a laugh and they continue watching. When the movie is done, Olivia turns off the TV and faces her.
“What is going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“I know something is wrong. You can tell me, we're friends.”
“I know.” Y/N says with a sigh.
“Then tell me, what is it?”
“It's fine, I don't wanna talk about it.” She answers and Olivia sighs.
“Okay, just know you can always talk to me.” Olivia says as she gets up and walks towards the bathroom. “I'll be right back.” She says before shutting the door.
Y/N lets out a frustrated groan and runs her hands through her hair, she cannot tell her. She cannot tell her what's going on, what's wrong.
Harry hears the sound of the bathroom door and hopes it's Olivia who left the room. He walks out to see Y/N sitting on the sofa with her hands in her hair. He quietly makes his way over and sits down on the sofa across from her.
“Y/N.” He says to make her look up and see him sitting in front of her, his gaze locked on her.
“Harry.” She breathes and his heart jumps at the sound of her saying his name.
“What's going on? Please tell me, what's wrong? Did I do something?” He asks, his eyes full of worry and he reaches out and takes her hand.
“No. No, of course not.” She says and squeezes his hand.
“Then why do you avoid me? Why did you ignore me for a week?” He asks and scoots closer but their conversation is cut short by the sound of Olivia returning.
“Sorry, had to pee.” She says and laughs a little, taking a seat next to Y/N and leaning against her side. “Now what should we watch?”
Harry gets up to leave the room again as Olivia flips through the channels, looking for a movie, a series, or a show. When she finds a channel playing a movie, she puts down the remote and leans back, resting her head on Y/N's shoulder.
They're watching the movie and halfway through it, Olivia sits up and turns to Y/N.
“I think we need ice cream. You stay here, I'll be right back.” She says and stands up, walking towards the kitchen. A loud ping resonates from her phone, she picks it up and reads the text, a soft gasp leaving her lips.
Harry
That woman, I was having a coffee with earlier this week, is a business associate.
Y/N decides to ignore his message and lock her phone, putting it on the coffee table in front of her. When Olivia returns with the ice cream, they continue watching the movie and eating their dessert. Both of them enjoy spoonfuls of the frozen treat and Y/N keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, trying not to look at her phone. But when her ringtone goes off, she picks up the device and quickly accepts the call when she sees his name on her screen as she doesn't want Olivia to see.
“Good evening, this is not really great timing if I'm being honest.” Y/N says in the microphone trying to come off as if some random business was calling her.
“Please, Y/N, I just want to talk to you.”
“I am hanging out with my friend tonight. Can I call you back later?” She asks rolling her eyes to show Olivia that it was, indeed, a work-related call.
“Are you staying the night with Oli?”
“No.”
“Can I bring you home when you want to go?”
“No, I'm sorry.”
“Will you text me?”
“I can do that. But I really gotta go now. Thank you for calling me.” Y/N answers keeping up her act before she hangs up the phone and stuffs it back into her pocket.
“I swear to god, those people just can't take a hint, can they?” She says and laughs hoping Olivia bought her excuse.
“No, they sure can't. Now, let's keep eating, I'm hungry.”
Harry sighs as the phone call ends and he runs his fingers through his hair. He knows he should let her enjoy her night with his daughter, but he simply has to take advantage of the situation. He knows she wouldn't have been able to ignore him like this. He decides to leave it alone for now and he'll hopefully talk to her when she gets home.
As the movie is coming to an end, Y/N notices Olivia has fallen asleep. She nudges her gently, trying to wake her up but she doesn't budge. Y/N stands up, turns off the TV and starts collecting their bowls and spoons, putting them in the dishwasher.
When she walks back towards Olivia, grabs a blanket from the shelf and lays it over her, smiling at how peaceful and cute she looks. Y/N walks towards the door, but before she leaves the room, she sees Harry walking into the room and she gestures towards Olivia.
“I guess I'll go.” She whispers.
“You don't have to. You can stay.”
“No, it's alright.” She says, trying to convince herself more than him.
“Call me, will you?” He asks and takes a step closer, his eyes full of love.
“Yeah. I will.”
“Drive safe.”
“Always.” She says and gives him a soft smile.
They walk out together and when Harry closes the front door, he feels the need to run after her and bring her back. But he doesn't, he waits until he hears the engine start before he walks to the living room, taking a seat next to his daughter and running his fingers through her hair, pushing a few stray strands away from her face.
When Y/N walks into her apartment, she feels exhausted and emotionally drained. She gets ready for bed and texts Harry, telling him she got home safely. He texts back right away and she smiles, reading his message.
Harry
Good.
Y/N doesn't wait any second longer before she calls him, his voice comes through the phone and it sounds so familiar and soothing, she feels calm just from hearing his voice.
“Hello, love.”
“Hey. Sorry about tonight.” She says and Harry smiles.
“No worries. Are you okay?” He asks, wanting to get right into the topic.
“Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to avoid you. Well, I did but-.”
“I figured it had something to do with the woman at the coffee shop.” Harry says but Y/N stays silent. “Like I said, she's a business associate and nothing more. We were having a conversation about, well I could explain but that's boring work stuff, really.”
“Oh.”
“What did you think I was doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Don't lie.” He says with a little laugh and Y/N sighs.
“Okay, maybe I did assume things.”
“What did you assume, hm?” He asks and his voice drops an octave lower, making her insides tingle.
“I don't know.”
“Come on, tell me.” He encourages and Y/N bites her bottom lip.
“I saw her being a little too touchy, so I thought…”
“You thought what, love?”
“I thought you were on a date.” She finally admits and Harry's heart is racing. Something in him shifts, and he is not sure what it is but he feels a new feeling. A sense of pride.
“Is my baby jealous?” He asks, wanting her to say the words, and he is met with silence. “Say it, love.” He coaxes.
“No, I-.”
“That's it, I'm coming over.”
“What? No, Harry-.”
“Too late, I'm already in the car. I'll see you soon.”
“No, wait. Harry, it's-.”
“I'll be there in ten.” He says and the line goes dead.
Y/N can't believe what just happened. He is coming over and she is not sure if that's a good idea, it's the middle of the night. But she cannot help the excitement she is feeling and when he texts her to let her know he is downstairs, she opens the door for him.
He walks into the building and takes the elevator up, when he gets to her floor, he sees the door open and she is standing there, a smile on her face. He walks inside and as the door closes, he grabs her by the waist and brings her close, their lips crashing together.
“Mhm, wait. Wait.” Y/N mumbles against his mouth and pulls back, looking up at him. “This isn't right.” She says and Harry furrows his eyebrows.
“What? Why?”
“We shouldn't be doing this.”
“Why not?” He asks, his fingers still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
“I... because.”
“Because what? Tell me why, tell me why this isn't right, hm?” He asks, and brings her even closer, his hands gently resting on her lower back.
“It's just-.”
“Is this because I'm older? Is this because you feel like I'm taking advantage of you?”
“No. That's not-.”
“Because you know, that's not true. You're an adult, and so am I.”
“Harry.”
“Y/N, please. Just tell me. If you don't want me, you have to tell me. Because I've been dying to touch you all night, all week. And if you don't want this, if you don't want me, I have to know.” He says, his eyes locking with hers.
“I do.”
"You do what?"
“I do want you. I do want this.” She admits, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.
“Good. Me too. Come here.” He says, bringing his mouth down to hers. He kisses her slowly and passionately, and his hand cups her cheek, caressing her soft skin. When they part, they're both breathing heavily, and he looks into her eyes.
“You have no idea how much I missed you. And your kisses.” He says and brings his lips down to hers, pecking her gently.
“Harry.” She moans softly.
“Mhm?” He mumbles and his lips travel down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin.
“Take me to bed.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” She answers and wraps her arms around his neck. He lifts her up, her legs wrap around his waist, and he carries her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed and crawls over her, their mouths connect once again. His tongue glides against hers, and his hand travels down her body and under her shirt, finding its way to her breast.
“Off.” She mumbles, pulling at his shirt, and Harry sits up, taking it off. His torso is fully exposed and Y/N can't take her eyes off him. She bites her bottom lip and brings her hand up, resting her palm on his chest. She can feel his heart beating, his skin is soft and warm, and her fingers slowly travel lower and lower. When they reach the hem of his sweats, he stops her.
“No.” He says and brings her hand up, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. “Tonight is about you.” He says and brings his mouth to her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and to her chest. His fingers play with the hem of her top, and when Y/N raises her upper body, he lifts the material up and over her head. Her bare skin is on display and Harry can't help but moan at the sight. Of course, she isn't wearing a bra as she was already comfortably in bed before he arrived.
He leans down, his mouth attaches to her breast and he sucks on her nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Her hips buck up and she arches her back, her eyes fluttering closed and a quiet moan escapes her lips.
“So sensitive.” He says and pinches her other nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from her.
“Harry.”
“Yes, love. I'm here. Tell me, what do you want?” He asks, his hot breath hitting her chest.
“Touch me.” She says and her eyes meet his.
“Where?” He asks, his tone deep and husky.
“Please.”
“I'm not doing anything until you tell me, love.” He says and places a wet kiss on her chest.
“Down.”
“Down?”
“Lower.”
“Here?” He asks and presses his lips to her sternum.
“No.”
“Hm?”
“You know where.”
“Here?” He asks and moves down to her stomach, kissing her softly.
“No.”
“Come on, love. Where do you want my mouth?”
“God, just fuck me.” She breathes and Harry's head shoots up, a smirk forming on his lips.
“Language, baby.”
“Shut up and make me come.” She says, her eyes are filled with desire, her lips parted.
“That can be arranged.” He says and moves down her body, stopping at the hem of her pyjama bottoms. He takes hold of the waistband and slowly pulls them down her legs. He tosses them aside and spreads her legs apart, settling between them.
“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” He asks and runs a finger through her slit.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, you're dripping.” He says and licks her juices from his finger, his eyes closing at the sweet taste. His head disappears between her thighs and his hands take hold of her thighs, keeping her legs apart. His mouth presses open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, and when he reaches her heat, he doesn't wait any longer. His tongue delves between her folds and his hands push her thighs wider, spreading her legs further. His tongue dips inside her entrance, licking and lapping up her juices. Her back arches and her hips roll against his mouth. He brings one of his hands up and pushes her hips down, stilling her movements. He brings his tongue up and flicks it against her clit, making her shiver.
“Harry. Yes, right there.” She moans and her eyes squeeze shut.
He wraps his lips around her swollen clit and sucks the bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Her legs tremble and her breathing is shallow.
“You like that, baby? Hm? Do you like my tongue on your pretty little cunt?”
“God, yes.” She breathes, her chest heaving and her body squirming under his touch.
“Mhm, you're so delicious.” He mumbles and his mouth travels lower, his tongue licking through her wetness. He teases her entrance, dipping his tongue inside, before moving up and wrapping his lips around her clit. His mouth is relentless and he doesn't stop his assault on her heat until her thighs squeeze around his head, her fingers pulling at his hair, her breathing laboured and her hips moving up and down.
“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, don't stop.” She moans, her eyes are tightly shut, her head pressed back into the pillow.
He moves his tongue faster, lapping up her juices and his finger travels lower. He dips it inside her entrance and thrusts his finger inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. Her walls tighten around his finger, and when he adds a second, she's a writhing mess.
“Harry, fuck. Yes.” She breathes, and when his fingers curl and hit the right spot, her orgasm washes over her and she lets out a long, throaty moan.
“Yes, that's it. Let go, baby. Let me taste you.” He says and his tongue swipes up her juices. He sucks her clit into his mouth, helping her ride out her high, her back arching and her eyes closing.
“Mhm, oh god.”
“Good girl.” He praises and gives her a few final kitten licks before he crawls back up and hovers above her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and when her eyes open, Harry's gaze locks with hers. His eyes are filled with lust, his lips glistening with her juices.
“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He whispers and connects their mouths in a hungry kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on his tongue and her hands come up, cupping his cheeks, deepening the kiss. When they pull away, their foreheads rest together, their breathing heavy.
“You're incredible.” Harry mumbles and his lips move down her cheek, trailing kisses down to her jawline.
“You are.”
“Let's get some sleep, hm? It's late.” He says and rolls over, pulling her against his chest.
“Don't you want me to-?” She says as she moves her hand down, palming him through his sweats.
“Not tonight, love. You need some sleep.”
“But-.” She’s not used to her partner not wanting anything in return.
“Shh. Go to sleep.” He says and rubs her back soothingly.
“Okay.” She says and wraps her arm around his torso, her head rests on his chest.
“Goodnight, love.”
“Night.” She whispers and within seconds she is fast asleep.
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Omggg girl give us updates on that!!!!!
Omg okay SO
This fine piece of a man is a coach at the company I work at. And he, and one of his colleagues, were hosting this training at the back of our store. Normally this man stays put at headquarters so I never see him as that building is halfway across the country but OK.
His colleague was chatting with me, asking me how I’ve been, how I’m recovering from my accident (I had a carcrash last week) and then I hear footsteps, followed by the prettiest face I’ve ever seen peeking over the shoulder of the guy I was having a chat with to see who he was talking to and then the loudest, happiest HEEEEEEEEY I’ve ever heard 🥹🥹
I kid you not, the man I was originally talking to stayed completely silent because mr handsome took over the conversation asking me how I’ve been and saying how he’s glad to see me recovering so well like stop. It was too cute!! 🥰
The hopeless romantic in me decided that the cutie scheduled to tag along with his colleague this very day because originally I was scheduled to follow the training today, but because of the accident they rescheduled me. I just like to believe that he saw my name on the list of participants and was like, yes, I want to join this day bc I want to see this girl.
My heart was fucking racing!! I had last seen this man over half a year ago, and I was supposed to see him last week but again, I’ve been on sick leave so I couldn’t go to that event and I was honestly so bummed because it was my chance of seeing him again 😭 BUT THE UNIVERSE WAS ON MY SIDE, first day back at work and BOOM 🥰🥰🥰
I really expected my crush on this man to wear off over time because again, I had not seen him for over half a year but god fucking damnit this man has my total heart. His voice, his face, his fucking hair, HIS EYES?!!?? Yeah, half a year was not enough to make me forget this man.
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Tangled Hearts | Chapter 12*
Summary: Y/N finds Harry with an unknown woman in a coffee shop and is convinced he's on a date. Her jealousy makes her ignore him for a week before they finally make up.
Pairing: bfd!harry x reader
Word count: 4.2K
Warnings: Age gap, BFD, angst?, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving).
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Monday rolls around, Y/N has been back home since Friday night and she took off all weekend to relax. She kept thinking about Harry and their mindblowing phonesex, he was dominating her and she was loving every second of it.
Today she has some meetings to finalise the selections and she has to edit all the photos that make the cut. It is a big step in her career so she wants everything to be perfect.
Walking into a coffee shop on her way to the meeting, she orders her drink and waits for the barista to make it. She is standing by the counter as she is deep in her thoughts, a familiar voice brings her back. Harry is sitting at a table at the far end of the coffee shop with a woman she has never seen before. They are laughing and she places her hand on his chest, they look very friendly. Y/N feels her stomach drop and the air is knocked out of her, she cannot believe the sight in front of her.
When Y/N's name is called by the barista, Harry's gaze shoots up and meets hers, a smile appearing on his face. She grabs her cup and turns to walk away when she hears Harry's voice.
"Y/N wait!" He calls, the other woman giving her a friendly smile. Harry walks towards her and Y/N feels like she has seen a ghost, he was with a woman, a beautiful woman and she felt like crying.
“Hi.” Harry says with a smile.
“Hi.” Y/N mumbles back, wanting nothing more than to run away from there.
“I've been thinking about you. It's so good to see you again.” He says.
“You too.”
“What are you up to? Have any plans today?” Harry asks, his smile never faltering.
“Actually I do. I have a meeting right now, I need to get going.” She answers before she rushes out of the coffee shop and starts walking down the street.
She feels tears stinging her eyes and her heartaches, her chest feels heavy and she can't help but feel a little betrayed. She doesn't even know why, he owes her nothing, they aren't a thing, not officially at least.
Harry doesn't know what just happened, he looks around and sees the woman, a business associate, he was having lunch with looking confused, he gives her a little shrug and goes to the bathroom. He is standing in the bathroom and he is feeling so many things at the same time. He is excited to have seen her, but at the same time he feels something is off, did she look like she was going to cry? He wonders.
He walks back out and sees Y/N's coffee on the counter, he pays for it and walks back to the table where his colleague is waiting.
“Sorry about that.” He says and she looks confused.
“It's alright. You're in love, it happens.” She says with a laugh and takes a sip of her coffee. Harry freezes and stares at her.
“What?” He asks and she raises an eyebrow.
“You are not denying it.”
“Well no.” He says with a soft smile.
“Oh, honey. Who is she?” The woman asks and Harry shakes his head.
“You don't know her. It's... Complicated.”
“Love always is.” She says and takes another sip of her coffee. Harry doesn't argue with that, because he knows she is right, but the way Y/N acted has him a little concerned.
After Harry and the woman part ways, he tries calling her a few times but it goes straight to voicemail, so he sends a text asking if she is alright.
Y/N is sitting in her car after her meeting, she is still in the parking lot, her phone buzzes and she sees it's a message from Harry. She doesn't even open it, she has no desire to read what he has to say, so she locks her phone and drives back to her apartment to finish editing the photos for the shoot.
She gets comfy and decides to call it an early night, the emotional stress taking a toll on her body. When she wakes up the next morning, she checks her phone and sees a few more missed calls and messages from Harry, he is asking if she is okay, asking what is wrong.
She doesn't respond, she can't. She knows it's selfish but she doesn't want him to see her this way, she is a mess. Her whole world was flipped upside down in a matter of hours and she had no idea how to fix it, how to deal with it.
The following day Harry calls again, he leaves her a voicemail asking her to call him back. The day after that, he sends a message telling her he is worried about her. Harry has been thinking about her all week, his heart aches and he is so confused. He has no idea why she was acting like this, why she didn't answer his calls, but he has to know.
He is contemplating whether or not to ask Olivia about Y/N, she must know if she's okay. Although, maybe not since she probably didn't want to talk about him with his daughter.
When Olivia calls her, it's Friday afternoon. Y/N is at home, she has been in bed for most of the day, not having the energy to get up. She knows she is overreacting, it was a misunderstanding, but it still hurts.
Her phone rings and she picks it up without looking at who it is.
“Hello?” She asks and clears her throat.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Olivia's voice comes through and she swallows hard.
“Yeah.” She lies, trying to sound like her usual self.
“I haven't heard from you all week.” She says and Y/N sighs.
“I'm sorry. I've been busy.”
“Are you sure everything is okay?” Olivia asks again.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” She says and doesn't push. “So, I was wondering, do you wanna come over for a movie night, tonight?” Olivia asks and Y/N sits up.
“Tonight?” She answers, running into Harry wasn't on her agenda for today but she knows she can't avoid him forever.
“Yeah. We can watch something funny and just relax. Dad will cook, and we can order dessert. What do you think?”
“Um, sure. Okay.” Y/N says, agreeing against her better judgement.
“Awesome! Is 7 o'clock okay?”
“Sounds good.”
“Alright, see you later.”
“See you.”
She hangs up and falls back on her bed, letting out a loud sigh.
That evening, she drives to Harry's place and she sits in her car, taking a few deep breaths before she makes her way inside. Olivia opens the door and throws her arms around Y/N.
“Hi! I'm so happy you're here!”
“Me too. Thanks for the invite.”
“Of course. I've missed you. Come in, Dad is in the kitchen.”
“Okay.” Y/N says and follows Olivia inside, she can smell the delicious food already and her mouth waters. She hasn't eaten anything the entire day and Harry's food is amazing, she thinks and she feels herself craving him too, but pushes it down.
Harry hears the front door open and close, he walks out of the kitchen and smiles when he sees Y/N, she is looking amazing. She has put a little effort into her outfit and she looks good, so good.
“Hey.” He says and steps closer to her.
“Hi.” Y/N says with a slight smile on her face and her heart is beating fast.
“How are you?” He asks, reaching out his hand and pulling her towards him. He wraps his arms around her and Y/N hugs him back, not trying to be suspicious as this is how they always greet each other.
“Good.” She says and pulls back a little, staring into his eyes.
Harry goes back into the kitchen and she walks over to Olivia who is setting up the movie, they sit on the sofa and chat about everything and nothing. Olivia updates her on her relationship with Timmy and Y/N fills her in on all the details she left out about her week in London.
When the food is ready, Harry carries all the dishes over to the living room and they have dinner while watching the movie. After eating, Harry cleans the dishes and leaves the girls to finish the movie. He makes some tea and then walks out of the living room and towards his bedroom, he wants the two of them to have some alone time too.
Y/N finishes the movie and Olivia suggests another one.
“Sure. Why not.” She says with a laugh and they continue watching. When the movie is done, Olivia turns off the TV and faces her.
“What is going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“I know something is wrong. You can tell me, we're friends.”
“I know.” Y/N says with a sigh.
“Then tell me, what is it?”
“It's fine, I don't wanna talk about it.” She answers and Olivia sighs.
“Okay, just know you can always talk to me.” Olivia says as she gets up and walks towards the bathroom. “I'll be right back.” She says before shutting the door.
Y/N lets out a frustrated groan and runs her hands through her hair, she cannot tell her. She cannot tell her what's going on, what's wrong.
Harry hears the sound of the bathroom door and hopes it's Olivia who left the room. He walks out to see Y/N sitting on the sofa with her hands in her hair. He quietly makes his way over and sits down on the sofa across from her.
“Y/N.” He says to make her look up and see him sitting in front of her, his gaze locked on her.
“Harry.” She breathes and his heart jumps at the sound of her saying his name.
“What's going on? Please tell me, what's wrong? Did I do something?” He asks, his eyes full of worry and he reaches out and takes her hand.
“No. No, of course not.” She says and squeezes his hand.
“Then why do you avoid me? Why did you ignore me for a week?” He asks and scoots closer but their conversation is cut short by the sound of Olivia returning.
“Sorry, had to pee.” She says and laughs a little, taking a seat next to Y/N and leaning against her side. “Now what should we watch?”
Harry gets up to leave the room again as Olivia flips through the channels, looking for a movie, a series, or a show. When she finds a channel playing a movie, she puts down the remote and leans back, resting her head on Y/N's shoulder.
They're watching the movie and halfway through it, Olivia sits up and turns to Y/N.
“I think we need ice cream. You stay here, I'll be right back.” She says and stands up, walking towards the kitchen. A loud ping resonates from her phone, she picks it up and reads the text, a soft gasp leaving her lips.
Harry
That woman, I was having a coffee with earlier this week, is a business associate.
Y/N decides to ignore his message and lock her phone, putting it on the coffee table in front of her. When Olivia returns with the ice cream, they continue watching the movie and eating their dessert. Both of them enjoy spoonfuls of the frozen treat and Y/N keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, trying not to look at her phone. But when her ringtone goes off, she picks up the device and quickly accepts the call when she sees his name on her screen as she doesn't want Olivia to see.
“Good evening, this is not really great timing if I'm being honest.” Y/N says in the microphone trying to come off as if some random business was calling her.
“Please, Y/N, I just want to talk to you.”
“I am hanging out with my friend tonight. Can I call you back later?” She asks rolling her eyes to show Olivia that it was, indeed, a work-related call.
“Are you staying the night with Oli?”
“No.”
“Can I bring you home when you want to go?”
“No, I'm sorry.”
“Will you text me?”
“I can do that. But I really gotta go now. Thank you for calling me.” Y/N answers keeping up her act before she hangs up the phone and stuffs it back into her pocket.
“I swear to god, those people just can't take a hint, can they?” She says and laughs hoping Olivia bought her excuse.
“No, they sure can't. Now, let's keep eating, I'm hungry.”
Harry sighs as the phone call ends and he runs his fingers through his hair. He knows he should let her enjoy her night with his daughter, but he simply has to take advantage of the situation. He knows she wouldn't have been able to ignore him like this. He decides to leave it alone for now and he'll hopefully talk to her when she gets home.
As the movie is coming to an end, Y/N notices Olivia has fallen asleep. She nudges her gently, trying to wake her up but she doesn't budge. Y/N stands up, turns off the TV and starts collecting their bowls and spoons, putting them in the dishwasher.
When she walks back towards Olivia, grabs a blanket from the shelf and lays it over her, smiling at how peaceful and cute she looks. Y/N walks towards the door, but before she leaves the room, she sees Harry walking into the room and she gestures towards Olivia.
“I guess I'll go.” She whispers.
“You don't have to. You can stay.”
“No, it's alright.” She says, trying to convince herself more than him.
“Call me, will you?” He asks and takes a step closer, his eyes full of love.
“Yeah. I will.”
“Drive safe.”
“Always.” She says and gives him a soft smile.
They walk out together and when Harry closes the front door, he feels the need to run after her and bring her back. But he doesn't, he waits until he hears the engine start before he walks to the living room, taking a seat next to his daughter and running his fingers through her hair, pushing a few stray strands away from her face.
When Y/N walks into her apartment, she feels exhausted and emotionally drained. She gets ready for bed and texts Harry, telling him she got home safely. He texts back right away and she smiles, reading his message.
Harry
Good.
Y/N doesn't wait any second longer before she calls him, his voice comes through the phone and it sounds so familiar and soothing, she feels calm just from hearing his voice.
“Hello, love.”
“Hey. Sorry about tonight.” She says and Harry smiles.
“No worries. Are you okay?” He asks, wanting to get right into the topic.
“Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to avoid you. Well, I did but-.”
“I figured it had something to do with the woman at the coffee shop.” Harry says but Y/N stays silent. “Like I said, she's a business associate and nothing more. We were having a conversation about, well I could explain but that's boring work stuff, really.”
“Oh.”
“What did you think I was doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Don't lie.” He says with a little laugh and Y/N sighs.
“Okay, maybe I did assume things.”
“What did you assume, hm?” He asks and his voice drops an octave lower, making her insides tingle.
“I don't know.”
“Come on, tell me.” He encourages and Y/N bites her bottom lip.
“I saw her being a little too touchy, so I thought…”
“You thought what, love?”
“I thought you were on a date.” She finally admits and Harry's heart is racing. Something in him shifts, and he is not sure what it is but he feels a new feeling. A sense of pride.
“Is my baby jealous?” He asks, wanting her to say the words, and he is met with silence. “Say it, love.” He coaxes.
“No, I-.”
“That's it, I'm coming over.”
“What? No, Harry-.”
“Too late, I'm already in the car. I'll see you soon.”
“No, wait. Harry, it's-.”
“I'll be there in ten.” He says and the line goes dead.
Y/N can't believe what just happened. He is coming over and she is not sure if that's a good idea, it's the middle of the night. But she cannot help the excitement she is feeling and when he texts her to let her know he is downstairs, she opens the door for him.
He walks into the building and takes the elevator up, when he gets to her floor, he sees the door open and she is standing there, a smile on her face. He walks inside and as the door closes, he grabs her by the waist and brings her close, their lips crashing together.
“Mhm, wait. Wait.” Y/N mumbles against his mouth and pulls back, looking up at him. “This isn't right.” She says and Harry furrows his eyebrows.
“What? Why?”
“We shouldn't be doing this.”
“Why not?” He asks, his fingers still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
“I... because.”
“Because what? Tell me why, tell me why this isn't right, hm?” He asks, and brings her even closer, his hands gently resting on her lower back.
“It's just-.”
“Is this because I'm older? Is this because you feel like I'm taking advantage of you?”
“No. That's not-.”
“Because you know, that's not true. You're an adult, and so am I.”
“Harry.”
“Y/N, please. Just tell me. If you don't want me, you have to tell me. Because I've been dying to touch you all night, all week. And if you don't want this, if you don't want me, I have to know.” He says, his eyes locking with hers.
“I do.”
"You do what?"
“I do want you. I do want this.” She admits, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.
“Good. Me too. Come here.” He says, bringing his mouth down to hers. He kisses her slowly and passionately, and his hand cups her cheek, caressing her soft skin. When they part, they're both breathing heavily, and he looks into her eyes.
“You have no idea how much I missed you. And your kisses.” He says and brings his lips down to hers, pecking her gently.
“Harry.” She moans softly.
“Mhm?” He mumbles and his lips travel down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin.
“Take me to bed.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” She answers and wraps her arms around his neck. He lifts her up, her legs wrap around his waist, and he carries her to the bedroom. He lays her down on the bed and crawls over her, their mouths connect once again. His tongue glides against hers, and his hand travels down her body and under her shirt, finding its way to her breast.
“Off.” She mumbles, pulling at his shirt, and Harry sits up, taking it off. His torso is fully exposed and Y/N can't take her eyes off him. She bites her bottom lip and brings her hand up, resting her palm on his chest. She can feel his heart beating, his skin is soft and warm, and her fingers slowly travel lower and lower. When they reach the hem of his sweats, he stops her.
“No.” He says and brings her hand up, placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. “Tonight is about you.” He says and brings his mouth to her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and to her chest. His fingers play with the hem of her top, and when Y/N raises her upper body, he lifts the material up and over her head. Her bare skin is on display and Harry can't help but moan at the sight. Of course, she isn't wearing a bra as she was already comfortably in bed before he arrived.
He leans down, his mouth attaches to her breast and he sucks on her nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Her hips buck up and she arches her back, her eyes fluttering closed and a quiet moan escapes her lips.
“So sensitive.” He says and pinches her other nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from her.
“Harry.”
“Yes, love. I'm here. Tell me, what do you want?” He asks, his hot breath hitting her chest.
“Touch me.” She says and her eyes meet his.
“Where?” He asks, his tone deep and husky.
“Please.”
“I'm not doing anything until you tell me, love.” He says and places a wet kiss on her chest.
“Down.”
“Down?”
“Lower.”
“Here?” He asks and presses his lips to her sternum.
“No.”
“Hm?”
“You know where.”
“Here?” He asks and moves down to her stomach, kissing her softly.
“No.”
“Come on, love. Where do you want my mouth?”
“God, just fuck me.” She breathes and Harry's head shoots up, a smirk forming on his lips.
“Language, baby.”
“Shut up and make me come.” She says, her eyes are filled with desire, her lips parted.
“That can be arranged.” He says and moves down her body, stopping at the hem of her pyjama bottoms. He takes hold of the waistband and slowly pulls them down her legs. He tosses them aside and spreads her legs apart, settling between them.
“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” He asks and runs a finger through her slit.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, you're dripping.” He says and licks her juices from his finger, his eyes closing at the sweet taste. His head disappears between her thighs and his hands take hold of her thighs, keeping her legs apart. His mouth presses open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, and when he reaches her heat, he doesn't wait any longer. His tongue delves between her folds and his hands push her thighs wider, spreading her legs further. His tongue dips inside her entrance, licking and lapping up her juices. Her back arches and her hips roll against his mouth. He brings one of his hands up and pushes her hips down, stilling her movements. He brings his tongue up and flicks it against her clit, making her shiver.
“Harry. Yes, right there.” She moans and her eyes squeeze shut.
He wraps his lips around her swollen clit and sucks the bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Her legs tremble and her breathing is shallow.
“You like that, baby? Hm? Do you like my tongue on your pretty little cunt?”
“God, yes.” She breathes, her chest heaving and her body squirming under his touch.
“Mhm, you're so delicious.” He mumbles and his mouth travels lower, his tongue licking through her wetness. He teases her entrance, dipping his tongue inside, before moving up and wrapping his lips around her clit. His mouth is relentless and he doesn't stop his assault on her heat until her thighs squeeze around his head, her fingers pulling at his hair, her breathing laboured and her hips moving up and down.
“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, don't stop.” She moans, her eyes are tightly shut, her head pressed back into the pillow.
He moves his tongue faster, lapping up her juices and his finger travels lower. He dips it inside her entrance and thrusts his finger inside her, his mouth still sucking her clit. Her walls tighten around his finger, and when he adds a second, she's a writhing mess.
“Harry, fuck. Yes.” She breathes, and when his fingers curl and hit the right spot, her orgasm washes over her and she lets out a long, throaty moan.
“Yes, that's it. Let go, baby. Let me taste you.” He says and his tongue swipes up her juices. He sucks her clit into his mouth, helping her ride out her high, her back arching and her eyes closing.
“Mhm, oh god.”
“Good girl.” He praises and gives her a few final kitten licks before he crawls back up and hovers above her. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and when her eyes open, Harry's gaze locks with hers. His eyes are filled with lust, his lips glistening with her juices.
“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He whispers and connects their mouths in a hungry kiss. She moans at the taste of herself on his tongue and her hands come up, cupping his cheeks, deepening the kiss. When they pull away, their foreheads rest together, their breathing heavy.
“You're incredible.” Harry mumbles and his lips move down her cheek, trailing kisses down to her jawline.
“You are.”
“Let's get some sleep, hm? It's late.” He says and rolls over, pulling her against his chest.
“Don't you want me to-?” She says as she moves her hand down, palming him through his sweats.
“Not tonight, love. You need some sleep.”
“But-.” She’s not used to her partner not wanting anything in return.
“Shh. Go to sleep.” He says and rubs her back soothingly.
“Okay.” She says and wraps her arm around his torso, her head rests on his chest.
“Goodnight, love.”
“Night.” She whispers and within seconds she is fast asleep.
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Heart going a million miles an hour means going at 81 bpm, while my average bpm in rest has been 50 over the past 9 days. LOL
First day back at work since my accident. My manager and I agreed on just being present and seeing what I can do, super chill.
What is less chill, is how the guy I wrote Unholy about, apparently is at our store today giving a training in the meeting room in the back. My heart is going a million miles an hour and I swear it’s going to throw me right back to being sick at home. Jeez.
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