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Wrong - A Complicated Freak Extra

*This is part of the Complicated Freak series and is their first night together*

Summary: When y/n comes over to see Darcy and she isn't there, Harry invites her to stay for dinner... one thing leads to another and they're both naked on the couch questioning how they could betray the people they care for the most. OR Cfrry and y/n's first time.

Warning: smut. oral (f receiving), penetration, dirty talk, spanking, orgasm denial !!!Age-gap Romance!!!

Word count: 11k+

Author’s note: Enjoy reading their first time together! I love love loved writing this so I hope you like it too! Happy readinggg!

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“Y/n? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?” Harry voiced his concern at the sight of you on his doorstep. Darcy wasn’t home, she left over an hour ago now so he wasn’t sure why you were there.

His house was a safe space for you, it always had been and he always extended an open door invitation to you. If something was wrong you were more than welcome to be there when Darcy wasn’t there, or even when no one else was there.

Harry trusted you, a lot more than he trusted Darcy that’s for sure.

But you only actually used that invitation when you were waiting for Darcy to come home, or had just seen her and spent a couple extra hours sleeping. You walked into their house without ringing the doorbell on multiple occasions when you and his daughter had plans, or even just when you knew she was home.

But you never just came over when you knew she wasn’t there. You had never used his invitation like that before so he was immediately worried something had happened.

“Yeah, of course it is. I’m meant to do something with Darcy… why, is she not here?” You asked, extremely confused because you and Darcy had made these plans only yesterday and she hadn’t cancelled or told you anything to make you think that you two weren’t hanging out.

That cute furrowed expression of confusion on his face made your heart beat a little faster, but you ignored it to focus on his response.

“She left a while ago, on a date. Did she not tell you?” His voice was gentle and Harry felt a little upset on your behalf.

You were a wonderful friend… and person and he sometimes wondered why you spent so much time with his daughter. He loved Darcy with his whole soul, but she was wild, problematic and not always the best friend towards you.

“Uhh, no” you were annoyed at Darcy now. A date? Of course she’d blow off plans with you just to go hookup with some guy. It was classic Darcy behaviour and she cancelled your plans many times because something else ‘came up’. “It’s fine. Thanks Harry, I’ll just head home.”

You went to turn around to leave, but Harry was quick to clasp his hand around your wrist. “Wait.” He stopped you.

It was gentle, but firm enough to stop you from moving and turn to look at him. You looked between his hand and his face, feeling tingles go up your arm just from that small touch. He felt those same tingles and was quick to let go of you, running that same hand through his hair.

“Fancy some dinner? I feel bad about you driving all this way. I haven’t served it yet so really, it’s no trouble” He flashed a kind smile and tried to hide the heat in his eyes. You were dressed casually, a simple pair of jeans and a sweatshirt but he still couldn’t help but think that you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

“It’s only a 15-minute drive, Harry and I don’t want to intrude on your plans. Don’t worry about me” you smiled, trying to assure him that you were happy to go home.

Truthfully, you were just freaking out at the thought of being alone with him. Harry Styles was always one of those men who just stuck in your brain. From the second you knew what attraction even was, he was always there.

He was the object of your desires and the reason why you had your first orgasm. He was the cause of many orgasms actually, and that was a secret you’d take to your grave.

It wasn’t something he did to make you feel this way, or give you any impression that he may have felt attraction back. He was always just your dad's best friend, a guy you knew since you were little, a constant in your life.

But he kept his distance, the appropriate distance a friend's dad should have with his daughter’s friends. And he never crossed it, or even looked at you for too long to be appropriate.

That didn’t stop you from getting turned on just at the sight of him, though. He was just always around, always taking care of you and Darcy and spoiling you two with food and drinks. You were 99% sure that his love language was acts of service, especially with all the little things he had done for you and your family over the years. The big things too.

Your yearly yacht trip was a classic example. He single-handedly organised the entire thing and made sure none of you had to lift a finger the entire weekend. It was one of your favourite weekends of the year.

And the fact that he was in slutty swim shorts the whole time had nothing to do with it.

“Please, you’re not intruding on anything. I was just going to eat dinner in front of the TV truthfully, with a nice glass of that red you like.” A little blush rose on his cheeks at his admission, like he was almost embarrassed to not have plans on a Friday night.

But you didn’t think it was embarrassing. Now that Darcy had ditched you, you didn’t have any either and you didn’t feel embarrassed by it, you were actually quite happy before Harry offered to keep you company for the night. Angry that Darcy ditched you, but not angry that you could have a night to yourself. You always were a bit of an introvert.

“It’ll be nice to have company, I insist” he insisted, flashing you a warm smile and stepping aside so you had space to walk into his house if you wanted to.

“Okay” you nodded, “thanks Harry.”

You stepped inside and walked straight in, heading to the kitchen without any prior invitation. He was hot on your tail, following you closely. That almost made you a little nervous.

“It smells delicious in here. What did you make?” You asked, sliding onto one of the bar stools at the island bench and watching as Harry went around it to go to the stove. There was a small pot there, but you couldn’t really see what was in it from where you were sitting.

“Spaghetti bolognese” he responded, grabbing two bowls from one of the drawers before placing them on the bench in front of you. “Vegan edition of course” he flashed a grin, teasing you and your hatred for vegan cheese and meats.

He brought the pot over to where you were and used a pair of tongs to start serving it. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his arms flexed as he did it. The veins on his hands just popped when he moved and your mind was getting all crazy because of it. It was erotic really. Down to the way he hummed quietly as he served up the dish.

His hair fell into his eyes a little and you had this urge of pushing it back behind his ears. You had the urge to do a lot of things to him, really.

“Ah, of course. What have you used this time, cardboard?” You joked, insulting his cooking when he honestly was one of the most talented cooks you knew. It was always delicious, but you still loved to tease him about it.

“I’ll have you eating your words once you try this, love. Trust me. I always win and you know it” he smirked, looking up at you briefly before he focused on the food again. “Now, is this enough for you?”

“Maybe I’m just always polite so you keep cooking for me” you quipped, “but yes, Harry. That’s perfect, thank you.” You ran your finger around the rim of the bowl he motioned to before and licked it clean, moaning a little in delight at the taste.

Harry’s eyes flashed to you and he watched carefully when your lips wrapped around your finger. You weren’t trying to tease him, you were far too innocent and sweet to do something like that but fuck. The way you did it so casually had his cock stirring in his pants.

Stop it.

He shook his head and scolded himself for even thinking like that about you. It was dirty and wrong for attraction to even be in the same vicinity as you. You were way too young for him and above all you were his daughter's best friend. That had to be the sin of all sins, right?

“Was that noise in delight or disdain? Because you can be honest if that’s the best thing you’ve ever eaten” he flashed another smirk, teasing you.

“Now that is a big statement.” You responded, getting off your stool to grab some cutlery.

Harry liked to do everything in the kitchen, but you felt a little bad just sitting there. You also needed a distraction otherwise he’d catch you staring and probably think you had some weird crush on him.

“Uh uh,” he tutted, wrapping his hands around yours while bumping the cutlery drawer closed with his hip. He was quite close now, barely two steps away with his large hands covering yours for a moment before he plucked the forks and spoons from them and put them down on the bench. “You know the rules, y/n. I’m the only one allowed in the kitchen.”

He was scolding you and you hated the reaction your body had to it. You liked it. That was clear by the way a shiver ran down your spine and your thighs tensed tight together. You hoped he wouldn’t notice.

But Harry did. He always noticed.

“Forgot about that” you breathed, looking right into his eyes and feeling all gooey inside. “Can I at least pour the wine?” You swallowed uneasily and tucked your hair behind your ear, feeling nervous under the intensity of his gaze.

There was a moment there where you kinda just stared at each other. It was unnerving and you could feel tension rising where tension shouldn’t rise. This was wrong, so fucking wrong. You already felt guilty enough for just being attractive to Darcy’s dad and now that tension was rising? That was dangerous.

If there was one thing you knew about attraction, through your long list of failed relationships, is that tension didn’t happen without both parties being interested. That hot, suffocating energy didn’t happen when only one person was feeling attracted to the other.

So this… the fact that tension was rising with just a look was so scary.

Harry shook his head, thankfully breaking eye contact. “No, darling it’s okay. You can bring these plates to the table though. I’ll grab the wine and glasses.” He was quick to step back and you were quick to grab the plates and walk to the dining table.

Darling. Fucking hell.

You decided to just ignore it and sit down at the table. Harry joined you quickly and sat beside you, placing the glasses down and immediately pouring them halfway. It was your favourite winter wine and you were thoroughly excited to have a glass… or two.

You might need three if you were going to get through this dinner alive.

The two of you made a little small talk about your days. It was an easy and light conversation which you were thankful for. Your relationship with Harry was a good one and it was easy to talk with him and for time to pass.

He had been different since his divorce. He was a kind and sweet man, but when his marriage was properly over you noticed that he was quieter than usual. He spent more time at home and focused more on making sure Darcy was happy than he did looking after himself.

And while you knew everything that happened, and Harry knew that you knew since you were the first person out of the family that found out in detail what happened, you two had never spoken about it. It wasn’t your place.

You had a friendly relationship with Harry and you could joke around and spend time together with others with no problem. But you were Darcy’s friend first, so speaking to Harry was never something you thought you should do. If anything it was your parents’ job since they were similar age and friends for decades.

But now that you two were alone, properly for the first time ever, it felt like you had to ask and at least acknowledge how sorry you were for him. You had said it in a passing comment once or twice when you first found out of course, since you couldn’t say nothing to him. And even though it had been a little while now, you still wanted him to know that you were there for him if he ever needed it.

Those many glasses of wine, half a bottle's worth, really, also helped in giving you a bit of confidence to offer that support. You cared for him deeply and he sure as hell deserved better than the skank he used to be married to.

“You know…” You changed the subject, clearing your throat and taking a sip of wine for courage and calm. You hated Georgia with a burning passion and just talking about her got you all riled up. “I don’t think I ever said it, Harry, but I’m really sorry about what Georgia did to you.” Harry’s face changed, from that calm, slightly tipsy smile of his to a furrowed expression.

He looked sad at the mention of her name… maybe angry too. You had never seen him angry before so you weren’t really sure what that looked like to be honest. Harry was one of the calmest and just gentle men you had ever met. Even when you overheard his business calls and they didn’t seem to be going to plan, he never raised his voice or showed anger.

Darcy said it was because Harry believed that yelling didn’t change anything and that things got resolved quicker when people didn’t have that anxiety of their boss on their back. She also said that was a load of absolute shit since Harry and Georgia had screaming matches quite often during the last days of their divorce.

You could imagine him screaming… the way his jaw would tense and his nostrils would flare. That gorgeous vein on his neck would pop and ugh. You hated how hot you found the idea.

In this moment though, you just felt sad for him. And angry. Fucking fuming really. You always complained that there were very few good men left on planet earth for you and yet Georgia managed to destroy one of them. Not that he was yours or someone you had a chance with. You didn’t. But you hated that someone so nice and loving could be betrayed like this.

“You’re a really special guy and you didn’t deserve to be treated like that… You’ve done well to support Darcy like you have” you continued, flashing a sympathetic smile. His jaw tensed and he inhaled a sharp breath. His hand flexed around his wine glass while he brought it to his mouth to take a big sip before he answered you.

Harry didn’t expect you to bring her up. In fact, he hadn’t thought about her once the entire night. He usually did, especially when he was alone like he would’ve been tonight if Darcy didn’t cancel on you. But you managed to distract him for the first time in a long time, and he really enjoyed that.

He had a lot of built-up anger towards Georgia. He was far past the upset or hurt stage, it nearly had been a year now. But he was betrayed and angry. And his anger was harder for him to get rid of than his melancholy.

There were ways he tried to burn that anger. He distracted himself with work and got into a bad habit of avoiding people who reminded him of her. Family gatherings, even certain friends who always managed to bring her up.

He started working out until his body was so sore he could barely breathe without it hurting. Then there were those nights where he spent half of it inside a stranger, someone he knew he’d never see again.

Those nights helped the most. But he couldn’t exactly get his full anger out on someone in a one-night stand. He needed a proper arrangement where boundaries are set, and limits discussed. In that arrangement, he also needed to find someone with the same sexual appetite, and that didn’t always happen the first time.

“Thank you, y/n.” He managed to get out, trying to clear his mind of the possibility that you could be that person. But you weren’t and you couldn’t be. You were too sweet and innocent for what he needed to properly get off. And even if you were, he could never go there. Ever. “That-uh… it really means a lot.” He smiled at you gently, fiddling with his rings to try and distract himself.

Both from Georgia and from you.

“You don’t need to thank me. You’re an important person in my life and as much as I’m there for Darcy, I’m also here for you too…” you took another sip of wine, then decided that it was your last sip. You were already feeling its effects and you didn’t need to intensify that. “y’know, if you ever want to talk about it”

“I don’t want to unload on you, love. That’s not a burden you should wear.” He responded, immediately feeling guilty for imposing on you even if he hadn’t said anything yet.

“It’s not unloading if I’m offering my ears, Harry. Really, you can talk as much or as little as you want.” You assured him, fully prepared for him to say nothing at all.

Harry hadn’t spoken about it for a while, with anyone that wasn’t his therapist that is. It was a topic he avoided around friends and family, not wanting to open old wounds. Georgia didn’t just leave him and Darcy, she left all their friends too.

She knew that what she did was wrong, and Georgia was smart enough to know that everyone would take Harry’s side. That was made evident even when they were first working through their issues. Harry tried to keep it all quiet so they could deal with things in-house, but Darcy took it upon herself to announce it to the entirety of planet Earth.

At the time he was upset with her for airing their dirty laundry, but looking back he was thankful. If it remained private, Georgia would’ve probably pretended to work through things while still sleeping with her boss. But as soon as it was out in the open, she had all this pressure to be apologetic and make a decision. Half the people in her life also cut her out of theirs, which probably pushed her away sooner.

He could still be in that same marriage now if things were different. But he was glad he wasn’t.

People were healing and he could feel it too, little by little. Why bring up this anger and betrayal that was still impacting him to those who had moved on? That wasn’t fair on them.

But you had such an earnest look on your face, and it would be nice to talk about it with someone who had a fresh outlook. Through all of this, you had supported Darcy and taken her side. And while Georgia was always around you growing up, you seemed to cut her out of your life easily. Unlike your mother who still felt that pang of hurt in her chest when she thought about her ex-bestfriend.

She was one of those people he refused to bring Georgia up to. Harry couldn’t bear the look of betrayal in her eyes, that same look he had to see in the mirror on a daily basis.

“I tried really hard to make things work with Georgia, really fucking hard y’know.” You were immediately on alert when he started talking. You didn’t expect him to, to be honest. But you were glad he felt comfortable enough to talk about it.

“It… it broke me, to even look at her after knowing what she had done. But I still loved her… a lot and because of that I just couldn’t let it go.” He kept his eyes trained on the table. “We just went through so much y’know, especially after having Darcy so young that I wanted to fight. I wanted to fight for our marriage and our family… but there was just no point. From the moment Georgia was caught, she was done. Fuck, I think Darcy even let go before I did.” Harry let out a bitter laugh and finally looked at you. He thought he’d see pity in those pretty eyes of yours. But instead, all he saw was anger. “She started to hate Georgia from the moment she caught her and I got it. I understood that hatred because I felt it too, I still do.”

“It’s okay to hate her, Harry.” You replied gently, “I know I did when I found out. I still do, to be honest.”

“You hate Georgia?” He raised a brow, surprised that you felt so strongly towards her. You never let it show around him.

“Of course I do!” You scoffed, “She broke your heart and Darcy’s. She cheated on you for months and Darcy had to walk in on it. Then, even after you gave her a second chance she just walked all over your kindness. She’s a cunt…” you spewed, the words tumbling out before you realised what you said.

But then you did realise, and your eyes widened. This was Harry you were talking to, not Darcy. You couldn’t just say whatever you wanted. He was still her dad and Georgia was still his ex-wife. “I mean, I didn’t mean to call her that.” You said quickly, correcting yourself. “I shouldn’t have called her that, she’s still your ex-wife.”

Harry on the other hand found it hilarious, and adorable.

“No… no, you’re right. She’s a cunt.” He mused, eyeing you with humour in his expression.

“I’ve never heard you use that word before” you giggled, finding it funny in that raspy English tone of his.

“And I’ve never heard you call anyone a cunt before, so I guess we’re even” he breathed out a laugh, then a comfortable silence came over both of you. You wanted to reach for your wine but decided against it.

“So what’s new with you, anyway? Are you still seeing that guy, Jordan… uhh no-Joel?” Harry changed the subject this time, turning the attention back to you.

Harry knew Jamie’s name. He knew the names of every boy you were involved with. That didn’t mean he needed you to know that though.

“Jamie” you corrected.

“Right, yeah. Jamie. Are you still seeing Jamie?”

His eyes were right on yours, intense and darkening by the minute. You could barely look back at him and averted your gaze to the table to break free from the look he was giving you.

“Oh God no.” You laughed, “I’m surprised Darcy didn’t tell you actually. That relationship failed before it even started. Clearly, I just have bad taste in men. Or maybe I’m the problem, who knows” You shrugged.

Your issue of finding a solid boyfriend wasn’t a new one, and you had complained to Darcy many times about it, Harry too if he happened to be in the room. You had even asked him for advice once or twice.

“You’re not,” Harry quickly replied. He didn’t know what came over him, but he found himself reaching out and grabbing onto your chin to gently tilt it in his direction so you’d look at him. He had leaned forward a bit too, and there was a sudden shift in the air that had both of you holding your breaths. “You’re not the problem.”

That same hand on your chin moved upwards until his knuckles brushed against your cheek. He gently swiped them to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear until he was cupping your face gently, barely. Your breath hitched at the movement and you knew he felt it due to how close in proximity you were.

He was closer now, both of you subconsciously leaning in until you could feel his breath on your face. You didn’t know what was happening, or what was about to happen either. But you didn’t want it to stop.

“Sometimes I feel like I am…” you whispered, looking between his lips and his eyes. He was doing the same until his attention was solely on your mouth.

This is wrong… this is so fucking wrong, right?

But then it happened… and it didn’t feel wrong.

Harry crossed the distance and kissed you gently, his hand cupping your cheek properly this time and angling it upwards so your faces were perfectly aligned. It was perfect. As corny as it sounded, sparks were buzzing through your lips and down your spine, electrifying your body until you were completely on edge. In a good way.

And there was no sick feeling in your body. No sense of regret or anxiety, or any singular cell that felt like this wasn’t meant to happen. It felt like it was meant to happen… until the kiss broke. That was when reality set in.

Before you could kiss back, properly anyway, he was already breaking it and looking at you with alarm.

“That was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have done that” he rushed out the words and seemed panicked by what just happened.

You were panicked too, really really fucking panicked. This was Darcy’s dad, not just some older guy with an age gap a little too problematic for anyone in your life to agree with. Your best friend’s fucking father.

That was territory not even written in the girl code because it was the most obvious rule in the entire world. It didn’t need to be a rule because it was meant to be common sense.

Apparently, you lacked common sense, or consideration, or basic human decency. Because here you were, letting him kiss you. And worse than that, you liked it. You more than liked it.

Neither of you moved from your positions. His hand was still on your face and your faces were mere centimetres apart. With a little nudge, your noses would be pressed together. And with a little angle of your head just right, your mouths would be joined again…

You shouldn’t have wanted it as badly as you did.

But Harry seemed to as well. He couldn’t keep his eyes on yours because they kept going back down to your mouth. It was like he couldn’t help himself and you could already feel yourself getting so damn fidgety just from the way he was looking at you.

“It was… you’re Darcy’s dad and…” you swallowed nervously, looking down at his lips when he anxiously bit down on his bottom one. “And it’s just so… wrong. Darcy would never… never forgive me-us.” Your voice was hushed, just above a whisper before you looked back up at him.

“And your parents… I think they’d kill me…” You both stayed still in your positions, but Harry took it upon himself to run his thumb over your mouth, circling it around your lips as he spoke.

When he did that… it was hard to stay still and not jump him. God and the way he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. You wanted him to just bend you over the table and fuck you until you couldn’t even think about Darcy or your repercussions anymore.

“My best friend’s daughter… my daughter’s best friend…” he breathed.

Why was that erotic? Why did it feel hot to possibly be in a relationship that was so fucking inappropriate? Why did it just make you want it even more?

You were both afraid to speak too loud, like it would ruin the moment somehow and snap both of you back into reality. A reality where both of you knew that you should step back from each other and distance yourselves until your attraction disappeared in the wind.

“Fuck it”

The tension snapped and you just couldn’t take it anymore. So fuck it. You cupped his face this time and crossed the small distance so your mouths were touching again. But this time, it didn’t stop.

Harry grabbed your face in both hands this time and the kiss quickly turned passionate. It was a little messy at first, even a bit uncoordinated as you both broke through your nerves. They were nerves you usually had the first time you slept together, but also because you two had now stepped into a potential war zone. It was a situation that could ruin your life, and there was no getting out of it now.

But once you got through those nerves and just forced your mind to go blank, it all came together. Your mouths moved in sync, and you allowed yourself to actually touch him somewhere other than his face.

Your hands moved along his shoulders, then down his arms and onto his chest. You felt his smooth muscles through his hoodie, all strong and defined despite the layer of plush material separating his skin from your hands.

Once your hands started exploring his body, so did his. They moved down to your neck, one cupping the side while the other went straight to your hip, pulling you closer to the edge of your chair so your legs were slotted with his. Then he dipped his hand under your sweatshirt and t-shirt so it could smooth over your bare waist.

“Is this okay?” he asked, breaking the kiss and panting at the lack of air. You nodded and pulled him back in by his jaw for another kiss.

“Yes, you don’t need to ask” you were a little desperate and he could sense that.

He got a bit high off desperation truth be told. When someone was so desperate for touch and pleasure, his touch that they begged and whined all pretty… there was no greater high.

His head was already getting all hazy just from the pant in your voice. If you begged for him he’d be an absolute goner and he wouldn’t want to hold back. But that wasn’t something he could just do.

“I think it’s important to set boundaries on what I can and can’t do, y/n.” He pressed, cupping your jaw and rubbing over your mouth again with his thumb.

“Just touch me… anywhere, everywhere. Please”

You couldn’t resist slipping his thumb into your mouth before wrapping your lips around it and sucking gently while maintaining eye contact. Your hands were low on his abs now, tugging the hem of his hoodie upwards but nowhere near enough to actually show any skin.

That right there had sick images flash in his head. Images of you choking on his cock, crying and blubbering with all your makeup smudged everywhere. He imagined your voice all croaky after, nearly gone entirely when he fucked you so goddamn hard you couldn’t stop screaming. He imagined his cum painting your face and your tongue, then wiping it away with his fingers and forcing you to eat it.

Fucking hell.

Harry kissed you again, slipping his hand down to loop around your neck purely to guide you where he wanted and for nothing further. He wasn’t about to choke you or even apply pressure without explicit instructions.

If you asked for it though… he had no qualms about choking his daughter’s best friend. That was kinda fucked up, wasn’t it?

Harry stood up, forcing you to follow his lead. But before you had to ask what he wanted from you, his hands were already on your hips and turning your ass towards the table. Neither of you had cleaned up yet and it was an afterthought after your initial kiss. Even now, you could barely remember where you were, let alone what utensils were on the table.

It was only when Harry lifted you on the table and your ass bumped into your glass of wine that either of you remembered. It clanked against your bowl, altering you to the presence of your leftover food and table setting.

“Fuck” you cursed, breaking the kiss to look back and see if the wine had spilt. A few drops had spilt on the table from when you knocked it, but other than that the glass was still full.

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry instructed, turning your head back with a finger on your chin before he was tugging your jumper and t-shirt up at the same time. He was desperate to get you naked, and vice versa.

Your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him close and you could feel the effect you had on him. He was solid and long in his sweats… he felt big and the thought of him being inside you had you moaning filthily into his mouth.

“You sound so fucking pretty, darling” he complimented, removing your sweatshirt and t-shirt in one go before carelessly throwing it beside you. You did the same and pulled off his hoodie, eyes going wide at the sight of his glorious torso up close.

You had seen it plenty over the years, as had Harry seen you in a bikini that looked very similar to the little bralette you were wearing, but seeing him this close was something entirely different. His body was hot to touch, and his chest was heaving due to his panting from your kissing. Every time he breathed that moth tattoo would flex and the sight of it would’ve had to be the most erotic thing you had ever seen.

“You’re so… wow.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them and you were already reaching out to trace the moth. You almost felt a little shy of the compliment you gave him, but he only smirked and slid his fingers into the hair at the back of your head.

“I should be saying that about you.” Then he was pulling you back in, his mouth clasping with yours in heated passion. “Fucking gorgeous, you are” he palmed at your breast, running his thumb over your nipple in a way that had you whimpering into his mouth.

You could barely stand it anymore. You were unbearably wet and your clit was aching, begging for some sort of release. So you pulled him closer by your legs and bucked your hips against his, trying to get any sort of friction as Harry seemed to be much more interested in kissing you than actually touching you.

“Do you need something?” he chuckled mockingly and raised an eyebrow in amusement at your antics. He grabbed your hip to stop your wiggling while his hand tightened in your hair and angled it backwards so you were forced to look at him.

It was just so… cute, the way you tried to get his attention. Your little noises of disdain and that grind of your hips. But you were a big girl, and big girls could use words. If you could call his ex-wife a cunt, you could tell him how you wanted him to touch you.

“Touch me Harry… please” you whispered, brushing your lips to his.

A groan vibrated from the back of his throat. The way you said his name, in desperation and need had his body vibrating with fire. He needed you… badly.

Harry kissed you again and picked you up, carrying you to the couch where he gently laid you down and knelt between your legs. Your hands had been on his shoulders to hold on, but he was quick to grab them and pin them above your head.

“Keep these here, understand?” he instructed, maintaining eye contact with you and leaving no room for any answer except ‘yes’. You nodded quickly and shivered when he ghosted his mouth down your neck, causing your head to tip back and your eyes to flutter at the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

You had been kissed plenty of times, all over your body. But with Harry, it all felt like it was happening for the first time.

Maybe it was the thrill of the situation, that frantic heartbeat and fear of being caught that was making it all feel more exciting… or maybe you and Harry just had such insane chemistry everything felt more intense.

He kissed down your neck and bared his teeth against your skin, inhaling your sweet perfume and groaning at your scent. It was addictive and something he loved for a long time.

He had never seen you as anything more than his daughter’s friend. Harry was head over heels in love with Georgia so he barely even noticed other women existed, let alone someone who he should have no interest in. But there was a turning point when him and Georgia had properly cut ties, where he was a single man for the first time in a long time that he saw you.

You came over to see Darcy and the two of you ended up going to some club in the city. He offered to drop you two off which Darcy quickly took him up on to save money (even though it was his money she was using for her night out) and he could barely concentrate on the road because of you.

You were tipsy and ranting about some guy in between uncoordinated sips of a can of drink and your perfume had taken over the entire car. Harry smelt you before he saw you, and when he saw you, he was a fucking goner.

It was all skin and chest and the two of you seemed to go a bit crazy with body shimmer so your subtle skin looked so damn edible he wanted to lick you clean. Harry nearly crashed the car twice that night because he was too busy looking in the rearview mirror to look at you. Luckily neither of you noticed how distracted he was.

Then on your way out of the car, you pulled your upper body between the two front seats and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek, leaving a huge lipstick mark as you bid him a goodnight and a very cheery ‘thank you!’ for the lift. He kept that lipstick mark on his cheek all the way home and into his bed where he came at the thought of your mouth and that pretty perfume.

That was the first time he ever saw you as more than just his daughter’s friend.

“I love your perfume” he groaned, licking a stripe up your neck before he kissed over the top of your breasts. A little noise of pleasure slipped as you opened your eyes again to look down at him, your arms still bent above your head.

“Y-you do?” you asked, surprised by the information. He nodded and maintained eye contact as he flicked his tongue over your nipple through your bra. It was merely a distraction though, because he was multi-tasking and unclipping your bra at the same time.

“Mhm, y’smell good enough to eat” he smirked, pulling your bra off and up your arms before he threw it on the floor somewhere. His eyes immediately went to your chest and he was quick to grab your breasts with both hands. “You’re so gorgeous-Jesus” he cursed, clasping his mouth around one of your nipples like he was hungry for it.

You gasped and arched your back into his touch, pleasure rippling through your body just at that touch alone. But your mind was still focused on that perfume compliment. It was one you always wore around him, and somehow it didn’t surprise you that he didn’t recognise it.

“You bought it for me for Christmas” you spoke up, fighting the urge to grab onto Harry’s hair and guide him lower… where you actually needed him. As much as you liked nipple stimulated, he was just being a fucking tease and you were struggling.

“What?” he asked, already having forgotten about his comment on your perfume because he was too caught up in your two perfect tits in his face.

“The perfume. You bought it for me for Christmas last year.”

His body was basically laid on top of yours, and he was now kissing a line down your stomach to the top of your jeans. Your stomach was doing flips, knowing that he was getting his mouth very close to somewhere you never expected Harry Styles would get.

“Guess I have good taste then” he smirked, popping open the button on your jeans and then dragging your zipper down. He ran his fingers along the waistband teasingly, tugging them down just above your pubic bone so more of your stomach was exposed. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes…” you nodded enthusiastically and propped yourself up on your elbows.

Harry didn’t miss your direct disobedience of his earlier instruction, but he decided to ignore it for now and bookmark it for later depending on how the night goes. Instead, he hid his slight annoyance and chuckled at your enthusiasm.

Your jeans and underwear were quickly taken off and thrown somewhere across the room and then all of a sudden you were properly naked in front of him for the first time. If that wasn’t nerve-wracking enough, the look in his eyes, when he settled between your parted legs again, had your body trembling.

It was like he wanted to eat you… consume you, like a man who was starving for food after not eating for weeks. His stare alone got you even more turned on and you just knew Harry noticed how your pussy got a little more wetter than when he first took your clothes off.

But god, you just couldn’t help it and you just wanted him to dive in and make you scream and cry. You had stared at his mouth enough to know that you wanted it on your pussy. Sometimes even the way he ate fruit managed to turn you on and get your mind thinking about him eating something else. But he made no effort to actually touch you.

You liked how so far Harry asked before doing anything. It was respectful which was nice considering you two had never slept together, or even thought it could be a reality given your situation. But you fantasised about Harry enough times to narrow down exactly how you wanted things.

You wanted him to take control and be a little mean because you loved it when things were rough. But all his actions so far went in line with who he was as a person and you couldn’t fault him for that.

When he instructed you to put your hands above your head, you were excited for a wild night… but then there weren’t any repercussions when you went against that instruction like you hoped there’d be. Maybe he was holding off, or just being mindful of your boundaries and how far he could push.

There was also a chance that Harry was more vanilla than you hoped he’d be. But fuck… you had dreamt about him spanking you and throwing you around more times than you could count so you were praying that wasn’t the case.

“Fucking gorgeous you are, darling” he groaned, looking right at your pretty wet pussy.

He ran a finger along the junction where your thigh met your labia and let out a pleased hum when he licked his finger clean of the arousal that had soaked there. You were just utterly wet and that turned him on beyond comprehension.

Fuck, and you just tasted so damn good he was already salivating from that tiny lick on his finger.

“Now… tell me what you want.” He kept his hands on your thighs, far away from anywhere that felt good.

You were just so cute, so sweet and kept saying please like a good girl. Like such a sweet, well-mannered girl. But Harry just had this feeling that you were a lot more than that, and he wanted more from you than a simple ‘touch me’. When he asked you a question, he wanted a proper answer and so far you hadn’t given him any clear direction.

Darling… god your heart never failed to race when he called you that. But now it was your turn to be a little confused. Was it not obvious what you wanted? This man had his head right near your pussy and wanted a play-by-play of events?

“What?” You breathed, your thighs tensing when he dipped his fingers further until they grazed against the trimmed hair of your mound.

“Tell me…” he dipped down and kissed under your belly button while maintaining eye contact with you. “What you want. Because I can stop here or-”

“Don’t stop there” you interrupted, a bit panicked at the thought of this stopping. That was the last thing you wanted.

“Or” he continued, smirking while ignoring your protest, “I can keep going… lower” he slid his hands down the front of your thighs and let his thumbs brush over your outer labia. The touch was gentle and soft and had you shivering.

Your clit was already aching for him and you were so wet it was getting uncomfortable. You were sick of the teasing.

“Eat me out” you breathed, reaching for his hair and pushing it out of his face. Your fingers slid through the soft lock and you gently gripped it, barely hard enough to even tug on it.

His eyes flickered to your hand in his hair but he said nothing about it. So maybe he really wasn’t going to do anything about it?

“As you wish, princess”

His pet names were driving you crazy, but you barely had the chance to care when he dove in and went straight for your clit. For the first time tonight he wasn’t being careful or gentle, he just wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard enough for your legs to clamp around his body.

You cried out in reflex and your hand tightened in his hair, eliciting a groan that vibrated through your body and made you see stars. He was just so damn good at it and you didn’t expect anything less.

Harry switched between suckling on your clit and licking through your folds, collecting as much arousal as possible on his tongue and swallowing it greedily. He was obsessed with it, to be honest, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Your taste, your scent and most importantly, the way you reacted to his touch. You had completely neglected his hands rule before and had both of them in his hair, tugging at it without any care of the bite of pain it caused on his scalp.

Harry couldn’t have cared less about the pain, he thrived off it. He fucking got off on it and it only made his cock ache harder in his sweats. It was thick and heavy in his pants and he kept digging his hips a little harder into the couch to try and get some stimulation to it.

It was like his cock knew how close it was to being inside a hot, slick cunt that it could barely wait anymore.

“You taste so fucking good. Could be here every night if I had the chance” Harry groaned before returning his attention back to your clit like it was his oxygen.

If only you could have him every night…

His mouth was heavenly and when he added a finger alongside it, you nearly burst then and there. He curled his finger inside and after a little exploring found your g-spot perfectly. And when he did, he stroked it just right in a way that had you squirming and gasping in his arms.

Your legs were squeezing around his shoulders, one leg dangling off the couch due to how broad he was and you were practically pulling his hair out by the roots. It all just felt too good and your high was approaching very very quickly.

Before you knew it, your body was practically vibrating and you could feel your orgasm rolling and rolling right to the edge. But just as you got to your high, he pulled away.

“Wha-Harry what the fuck” you gasped, looking at him with widened eyes and shock. You were right there, right there and he pulled away!?

“That’s for disobeying me.” He smirked, getting back up on his knees so he could squeeze your face. It wasn’t painful, just enough so you knew he wasn’t kidding.

He reached forward and grabbed the arm of the couch behind you for balance as he forced your attention on him. His chin was all slick with your arousal but he made no effort to clean it up, like he was almost using it to taunt you with the orgasm that he cruelly took away from you.

“Let that be a lesson for you, little girl. I can be nice if you’re a good girl, or I can be mean if you’re a brat. It’s all up to you” he tutted, running his thumb over your mouth.

Your stomach dropped at his words and your body got all squirmy just at the thought of him being mean. That’s what you wanted… what you craved.

“Okay… okay, I’m sorry” you gasped, words a bit muffled due to how your face was squished. “Please… I can be good. Promise” You tried to flash the best doe eyes you could muster and it seemed to be working because his hand relaxed on your face and turned into a soft loving touch rather than something mean.

“Yeah? You wanna try and make it up to me, sweetheart?” he cooed, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. You nodded eagerly, loving every minute of this.

“I can… I can”

“Think you can take my cock then?” you nodded again, “Show me how good you take it then darling, and if you’re good you get to come. Understand?” he murmured, sliding his hand down your neck and past your breasts, all the way to your thigh where he pulled it upwards and ground his hips against yours. He could feel your arousal through his sweatpants, forming a wet patch that made him tempted to return between your thighs.

“Yes… yes, yes” you nodded, begging him to go through with his deal.

“Good girl” he kissed you softly before he got off the couch to quickly take his pants and underwear off.

You watched him eagerly the entire time and became entranced when his cock and that sexy tiger tattoo got exposed. He was just all man; toned and muscly and still tanned despite the cool winter air outside. He was gorgeous and his cock was no different.

It was long and thick and ugh, your mouth watered just at the thought of it getting anywhere near you. You hoped that one day you’d get to taste it…

He knelt back between your legs and used the arm of the couch for balance as he connected your lips again and guided the head of his cock to your pussy. But right as he felt that slick, hot spark of pleasure surround his head he remembered one crucial detail.

“Fuck, I need a condom. Give me a second” he cursed, preparing himself to get up and go grab one from his room.

“Wait… you-you don’t need to” you stopped him, grabbing his arm so he wouldn’t leave. “I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”

It was like a symphony started playing in his head. He wasn’t usually so irresponsible when it came to protection, especially with someone he hadn’t slept with before. But he knew you, and he knew you wouldn’t lie to him.

God… and the thought of being bare inside you had him going feral. How could he not take you up on that opportunity? Plus, he knew this couldn’t happen again, so he felt like he had to make the most of his time with you. He wanted to leave you with a lasting impression, as did he wanted to leave with one himself.

“I’m clean too” he responded and you just smiled, cupping his face.

“I trust you… so if you want to…”

“I want to.” He firmly replied, leaning back in to kiss you again as he got back into position and pressed his cock to your entrance. His eyes opened as he gave you a little look, wordlessly asking if it was okay, to which you just nodded and kissed him again.

Then he was pressing into you and you were crying out into his mouth. He had only used one finger when he ate you out earlier, so you really didn’t have enough prep to get you ready for how big he was. There was a burn and an ache that filled your belly from within, but he went slow and kept you distracted with smooth movements from his tongue until he was as far as he could go.

After waiting a little to let you adjust, you gave him the go ahead and gasped when he slowly started rocking into you. The feeling was indescribable and you were both letting your sounds of pleasure fill each other’s mouths and the living room.

They echoed around you and only became louder when your pussy adjusted to take Harry balls deep. He was just so deep and full inside you, all you could do was moan and grab onto whatever you could.

Harry’s thrusts were gentle but steady, his balls slapping against your ass at every thrust. Although he wanted to just take you roughly, he couldn’t and wouldn’t do that without explicit instructions. Harry could get ahead of himself sometimes and be too rough if he got caught in the head of the moment, so he wanted to be as careful as possible with you. He kept his mind calm and tried to focus on anything except how good your pussy felt wrapped around him.

It felt good, so damn good but it just wasn’t enough. You needed more, and with the number of times Harry asked what you wanted, you knew that if you asked for it he’d probably give it to you. Well… you hoped he would.

“Harder…” you gasped, mewling when his cock hit a little harder. “Faster, please” you begged again, back arching when he picked up his speed this time. Your nails dug into his back and you could feel the air knock out of your lungs as your body dragged back and forth against the couch due to his pace.

But it still wasn’t enough. You could just tell that Harry was holding himself back like he was being careful not to step too far or hurt you. And you wanted him to.

This could never happen again, ever. So now that it was, you wanted it to be memorable and what better way to remember a good fuck than being all bruised and sore for days after?

“Harry just-just use me” you pleaded, causing his thrusts to stumble slightly as he registered your words. There it was. He knew it. Harry knew that you were just a little slut wanting to be used and roughed around. Now that you were begging for it too… how could he say no? “Fuck me… however you want, do whatever you want. I like it, promise”

He came to a full stop and grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes open to look at him. His gaze was dark as he looked at you, and his chest was heaving from his exertion and also pure adrenaline from all the things he wanted to do to you. “Do you know what you’re asking me?”

You nodded and propped yourself up on your elbows. “Yes. You can go as hard as you want, spank me too… w-whatever you want.” You grabbed his hand from your chin and guided his fingers to your mouth, circling your tongue around two fingers. “Please.”

“And you’re sure?” he double-checked, needing that extra reassurance for his own peace of mind and to give you an out if you needed it.

You nodded again. “I want you to fuck me however you want”

Harry didn’t know why, but guilt pricked at his soul in that moment. It shouldn’t have, not when his cock jerked inside you just at the filth spilling from your mouth. But it just felt so wrong, so wrong for someone so close to his daughter to be begging him to use her, to spank her and do whatever he wanted.

It was all so fucking wrong. Yet he still couldn’t stop himself. He should’ve, and that moment could’ve been used to pull away and tell you no. But he couldn't do it.

The guilt, however, couldn’t bring him to do that to you while your face was in view. Was that sick? Was it twisted? Degrading to you even? Yes. Unfortunately for him though, he now knew that you probably liked it when it was a bit degrading.

God was he fucked. How could he go back to his life after this? Harry wasn’t sure he’d be able to pretend that he didn’t have you begging him to fuck you.

He let out a little ‘fuck’ then pulled his hand away to grab your neck and pull you in for a kiss. “Turn over,” he demanded, biting down on your bottom lip and releasing it with a little pop as he slid out of you.

You followed his instruction gladly and turned onto your stomach with a bit of his help. He grabbed one of the throw pillows and tucked it under your hips before he pulled you onto your knees by dragging your hips backwards so your chest was still pressed to the couch. Then he was digging his fingers in your sides and in you again, in one smooth and hard thrust that had you crying out loud into the couch.

And this time, he didn’t hold back. He spanked you experimentally once and felt a thrill go up his spine. So he spanked you a second time, addicted to the way you were so goddamn vocal around him.

Some women were shy in bed and you seemed a little bit like that at the start of the night. But now that you had settled, you had no issues screaming his name and encouraging him to fuck you harder… rougher… to spank you and make your ass all red.

Maybe you were the woman for him after all… the one who could sate his sexual appetite and match his kinks and fantasies.

While part of him wanted that, desperately, the father in him hoped it wasn’t true. He was begging the universe that he wouldn’t be so sexually compatible with his daughter’s best friend.

Unfortunately… he already knew he was.

“Harry” you gasped, grabbing the couch cushion in front of you tight in your hands while looking at him over your shoulder.

“Yeah? What is it sweetheart?” he cooed, bending over you and grabbing the arm of the couch for balance so his chest was pressed to your couch. The feeling of his body completely covering yours had you reeling, your head all dizzy at the skin-to-skin contact.

The angle got so much deeper too and he was able to deliver a force that felt like he was fucking into your literal soul. All you could think about was his cock inside you and the way that no other man could ever compare to the night he was giving you.

“Feels too good doesn’t it? Can’t even talk because you’re all drooly, isn’t that right baby?” he mocked, forming a makeshift ponytail out of your hair and tugging it tightly to make you whine loudly.

“Y-yes… feelssogood” you sputtered out, crying out and feeling tears start to drip down your face.

“Want you to beg to cum, understand? Be a good girl and ask and if it’s good enough you can have as many orgasms as you want,” Harry murmured.

“Yes… yes!” You gasped, whining loudly when he pressed your hips further down so your clit touched the throw pillow beneath your hips.

Satisfied with your answer, Harry landed a kiss on your neck before he pulled back and let go of your hair to grab your hip again. He pressed a hand to your lower back to widen your legs so your clit ground against the pillow with every thrust he delivered. One of your knees hung off the couch due to how wide your knees had gotten, but Harry made sure you were supported and steady so he could fuck you.

The pleasure seemed to completely consume your body and your high was approaching quickly this time. It rolled faster than your first ruined orgasm and completely took over your entire body, curling your toes and making your thighs tremble.

Your stomach got all twisty and you were doing everything possible to hold it off as you begged to cum. As you begged him for mercy.

“Please Harry, please can I cum. Please” you whined, digging your fingers into the arm of the couch to try and hold back on how badly you needed to come.

“Do you think you deserve it? Think you’ve been good enough for it?” He taunted, loving how wriggly you had gotten the closer you got to your high.

“I have, I have! Please, Harry, I’ve been good f’you I promise” you babbled, desperate for release. It was so close you could taste it and your head was already spinning from how locked up your body felt.

He wanted you to struggle a little, to deny it one more time and make you even more sensitive and desperate for when he actually let you come. But he couldn’t do that. Withholding the first one was as far as he’d go without having a more in-depth conversation on what was and wasn’t okay.

“Go on, sweetheart. Let go for me” he cooed, leaning over you again and pressing kisses on your shoulders and back as your pussy fluttered around him. You came with a gasp and a cry of his name, your legs shaking as Harry’s thrust slowed to a complete stop.

Harry barely held on as well, and as soon as he felt you calm down from your high he was pulling out of you and jerking himself to finish all over your lower back. Though he could’ve come on you, you didn’t explicitly say that he could so he didn’t want to just in case.

“I’ll go get a towel,” Harry said as soon as he recovered from his own orgasm.

You dropped your ass down but otherwise stayed completely still and just waited for him to come back to clean you up. It was a humbling experience, one that was fucking mortifying too.

It was like that post-orgasm clarity hit you like a truck, followed up by a bus, and then a plane attached to a rocket. Just like when you kissed, it all felt so right and good when you two were in the moment. But once the moment was over… you realised just how fucked up it is to be involved with him.

What the hell have you done?

This is Darcy’s dad. Your best friend who just watched her parents get divorced and was the one who found out about her mum’s affair. She was the one who walked in on her mum getting railed by her boss, and here you were fucking her dad like it was a regular Friday night?

Harry came back and cleaned you up and you were quick to get off the couch and rummage around for your clothes.

“So-” Harry started, feeling the need to fill the awkward silence of the room. But you were quick to beat him with your own talking.

“I’m a terrible person. An awful friend and a terrible fucking person. God, Harry. How could we do this!?” you exclaimed, pulling your underwear up your legs. You felt sick to your stomach. Like you could throw up for what you had just done.

“You’re not a terrible person” Harry sighed, feeling the same guilt you did. He slid on his sweatpants and got your t-shirt and sweatshirt for you while you got your bra on.

“I am!” you expressed, “Darcy is never going to forgive me, she might kill me actually and I don’t even want to think about the look on her face when I tell her!” you rambled, getting your jeans on.

You desperately needed a shower and a bottle of tequila, anything to drown away the horrible mistake you had just made. Because that’s exactly what it was, a huge, horrible, unforgivable mistake.

“Okay… okay, calm down.” Harry rushed, grabbing onto your arms so you’d stop pacing around. You flinched at his touch which made him immediately let you go, but you stood still in front of him. “Listen” he sighed, “Just don’t tell her anything yet. Okay? You know Darcy, we need to pick the right time to tell her and we need to think about it properly. There’s no point doing this when you’re freaking out because it’ll make it worse, understand?”

His voice was soft and gentle and it melted your heart. You hated that it melted your heart, but you hated more that he was right. You knew it was a mistake and that it wouldn’t happen again and you just wanted to call Darcy right now to admit everything.

But you also knew that now wasn’t a good time to do it and there was no way you could do it over the phone. If you did it on a whim, especially when you were feeling so freaked out about the entire thing, you’d probably say it wrong or do something to make it worse.

Really though, there was no good way to say it. ‘Hey, I slept with your dad’ was fucked up in any way that you said it.

“I’m not good at keeping secrets Harry, especially from Darcy. She can read me better than anyone” you reminded him, feeling beyond sick about this whole thing.

“I know and I'm not asking you to” he smiled softly, hating that panicked look on your face. “Listen, I think it’s best you go in case Darcy comes back. But how about I pick you up Monday night and we can talk about this, okay? Come up with a plan together.”

Monday… you could last until Monday, right?

“Okay” you nodded, “I can wait until Monday”

“Good. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, okay? We’ll sort it out. I promise” he cupped your face and brushed his thumb over your cheek, trying to mask his own internal turmoil over the situation.

Harry was in turmoil and while a lot of that was guilt, the rest of it was his own debate about whether he should sleep with you again on Monday night or not. It was fucked, but he just couldn’t deny it. Now that he slept with you it seemed to unlock something in him… something that made him insatiable for you.

For the first time since he broke up with Georgia, he felt alive and part of him, the part that was selfish and forgot that he had to think about his daughter before himself just wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and have you all to himself.

How could something so wrong feel so right?

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thank you so much for including my work 🥺🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

harry styles recs

wardrobe malfunction | imagine, fluff | @watchmegetobsessed

intimacy | one shot, trifecta (smut, fluff, angst) | @goldengalore

people pleaser | two shot, fluff (little angsty) | @grapejuicestyless

shy | one shot, flangst | @moonchildstyles

friends before fans | imagine, flangst | @finelinevogue (love this one)

tuesday | one shot, flangst | @1d1195

happy surprise | imagine, fluff | @finelinevogue

could we not? | two shot, flangst | @be-with-me-so-happily

lunch time | imagine, fluff | @harrysmimi

i'm dating your boss, surprise | au, imagine, flangst | @harryscherrypie

destiny | imagine, angst | @freedomfireflies

something new | one shot, fluff | @gucciwins

celebrating harry's birthday | series (the whole series is good, i just reeeeaaaally like this imagine from it) | @avatar-anna

birthday girl | drabble, fluff | @justmystyles

perfect harmony | imagine, flangst | @justmystyles

rosemary | au, series | @moonchildstyles

i want forever | imagine, flangst | @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite

false god | one shot, trifecta | @sleepyhollands

paparazzi nerves | imagine, flangst | @finelinevogue

love in secret | one shot, fluff (some angst) | @mydearesthrry

love and tour | one shot, fluff | @watchmegetobsessed

the final show | imagine, fluff (little angst) | @watchmegetobsessed

sweet nothing | imagine, fluff | @mydearesthrry

wild geese | two shot, angst | @meetmymouth

stopped feeling it | drabble, smut, angst (but comfort) | @meetmymouth

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infatuation on a mutual level | au, one shot, smut, fluff | @harrygoeswest

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afterparty | au, imagine, smutish, fluff | @chaoticloving

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Harry on stage at RCF Arena, Reggio Emilia - July 22

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You Again*

Summary: You and Harry are exactly 16 years apart in age. He used to date your older sister back when they were in high school. He was the guy you always looked up to. Could always count on.

Now, five years after they've broken up, he’s back in town.

And he’s looking for you.

Word Count: 5.1k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! This is an age gap story, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are much more important!*

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Your eyes widen as you look up toward the man making his way into the diner. You’d recognize him anywhere. The dark curly hair. The tattoos that bleed through the fabric of his light shirt. The rings on his fingers.

Just like that, years’ worth of memories come flooding back to you all at once.

“Harry,” you nearly shriek, sliding off the stool before practically flinging yourself into his arms.

He smells exactly the same. Like teakwood and spearmint. An odd mix but subtle enough to remind you of home.

Of him.

His chest vibrates with a deep laugh as his arms wrap around your frame to keep you against him, prolonging the hug a minute or two more than socially acceptable.

And when you finally lean back to see him, your cheeks have begun to flush.

It’s been…four years? Five? Since you last saw him? Just days before he and your sister would inevitably break up, removing him from your life for good.

It had been a hard time. You wanted to be there for your sister. To comfort her through the grief of losing such a long and meaningful relationship.

But you wanted to be there for him, too. After all, he was one of your best friends. Age difference or not. He had always been the older, male figure in your life that you relied on. That you needed to help get you through different periods in your life.

He had picked you up after your first day of high school. Had held you in his arms as you cried over your first failed test. Had even listened to you talk about the boy you had fallen in love with.

Losing him felt like losing a part of yourself.

And now, five years later…that part of you has come home.

“Hi, Dot,” he beams, reaching out to take hold of your chin and squeeze. “Shit, look at you. When did this happen?”

His eyes rake over your figure and you feel your cheeks flush under his appreciative gaze. “Stop. It hasn’t been that long.”

“The last time I saw you, I was helping you move into your dorm room at college,” he recalls, arms crossing in thought. “And now…now what? You’ve graduated, I assume?”

“I have. Last year. Got a job at a publishing company not long after and I’ve been there ever since.”

His eyes seem to light up, that soft green sending chills up the back of your neck as you glance down at your feet. “Dot…that’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.”

You wave the compliment away. “Thanks.”

“Really,” he insists before following you back to the counter where you’d previously been sitting. “I know how badly you wanted to pursue a career in publishing, and this…this is really amazing. Do you like it?”

“I do,” you tell him as you settle back onto your stool. “Yeah, it’s really nice. The people are great, the work is fun. It’s not too far from my apartment, which cuts back on commute time. I like it.”

“That’s amazing,” he sighs, head shaking like he can’t believe it. “Really, that’s so…I honestly can’t believe it. I can’t believe you’re so grown up.”

You snort to yourself as you twirl your straw around your milkshake. “Not sure if I should be offended or not.”

“No.” He smiles. And it’s big and beautiful. “No, you’ve always been grown up. Even when you were little. I could never keep up.”

You have to laugh as you’re reminded of different times in your past when you would follow Harry around and demand to be included in any activities he and your sister were getting up to. When you would sit yourself down at the table as he was trying to do homework and order him to explain it to you. Or when you’d instruct him to read to you before bed.

Your relationship with your sister’s boyfriend was one of the most influential relationships of your entire life. You’ve quite literally known him your entire life. From the time you were just a tiny baby. He was there to help you learn how to ride a bike. Help you with your own homework. Help you learn how to drive a car.

It was a pure friendship. After all, he was sixteen years older than you. But he was exactly the kind of older influence you needed to become who you are today.

“I don’t know how you put up with me,” you finally admit. “God, I was so annoying. Atta used to get so mad at me for never leaving you alone.”

He shrugs one shoulder up before glancing down at the countertop. “You weren’t annoying to me. I liked it. I mean, I liked that you felt so…safe? Around me? I guess?”

It’s your turn to grin. “Yeah, I did. You were like my own personal teddy bear.”

He laughs as he looks back over. “Oh, well I’m flattered.”

“Good.”

His lips pull back in a soft smirk. “Yeah, you used to crawl into my lap during a movie and just…fall asleep. Every time.”

“That’s right,” you groan, burying your face into the palm of your hand as the recollection finds you. “See? Annoying.”

“Not annoying. Cute.”

“It was not cute.”

“You were five. It was cute.”

You huff. “Fine. But I swear I’ve outgrown such habits.”

He seems to hesitate for only a moment, eyes flicking between yours. “Too bad.”

A beat.

You feel your cheeks flush as you look away, breaking you both free of the moment before clearing your throat. “So…what, um…what brings you to town? I was a little surprised to hear from you.”

He takes the cup of coffee the waitress had poured him and slides it closer. “Oh, yeah, I’m…I’m here on business. And I remember you mentioning you’d wanted to move to the city, so…I thought I’d see if you actually had.”

“I see.”

“Yeah.” He looks down at the contents inside his mug, seeming to mull something over before he finally returns his attention to you. “And…I missed you.”

A certain flutter blooms in your chest as you smile and look down at your hands. “Yeah. I missed you, too, Har.”

The conversation lulls as the busy diner continues to bustle around you.

And despite how glad you are to see him…something feels…off. Different.

You aren’t sure what. Can’t quite put your finger on it. It almost feels like it used to, but something has changed. He looks like your Harry. He sounds like your Harry. He feels like your Harry…but he’s a completely different version than the one you’re used to.

Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve seen him. Maybe it’s because you aren’t a kid anymore.

Maybe it’s because he’s not a kid, either.

You’re both adults now. You’re no long a scared, little child that needs to hold his hand through life.

And he’s no longer the man you quite literally had to look up to. With your neck craning just to be able to see his face.

Now you’re just…friends. Old friends reconnecting in a completely different way.

And it’s…nice.

It’s always been nice with Harry but now it’s a new nice. One you imagine you could grow used to.

“What?” you ask when you notice his prolonged stare, and the boyish smile that won’t seem to slip.

“Nothing.” He shrugs again and chuckles under his breath, perhaps growing shy. “No, nothing. Sorry, I just…I don’t know. It’s just…so strange to see you again. Like this.”

“Like…this?”

“Yeah. Grown up.”

You grin, too, and begin running your finger around the rim of your glass. “Oh. Right.”

“You’re…an adult now,” he says, almost as if he can’t believe it. “A full-fledged adult. With a job. And your own apartment. And life.”

“And boobs,” you attempt to tease before immediately wincing as he laughs again. “Sorry.”

“No, no. You’ve…you’ve got those, too.”

You shake your head to distract from the flush in your cheeks before gesturing toward him. “What about you? You’re not that rebellious teenager on a motorcycle anymore. You’re…what, forty? And you say things like, ‘I’m in town on business.’ And you wear expensive suits and fancy watches?”

He glances down at the aforementioned object on his wrist before smirking. “Crazy how time flies.”

“Indeed,” you agree before you both go quiet, and you find that it’s rather hard to look away. “It’s so good to see you, Har. Really. I’m…I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear from you again.”

“I know.” His expression twists into one of melancholy remorse. “After your sister and I broke up, I figured you wouldn’t really want to. And you had just started college and I didn’t think it was fair of me to come and…ask you to pick a side, I guess.”

“There were no sides,” you argue softly. “You both just…grew apart. You wanted different things.”

“I know,” he says again with a gentle sigh. “But I know it hurt her. It hurt me, too. It was weird having to say goodbye to all of you. And leave all those memories behind. You were both such a huge part of my life.”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “You were a huge part of mine, too.”

He pauses, brows pulling together. “Does Atta know you’re meeting me?”

“No,” you admit, shrugging yourself. “Didn’t really think it was any of her business. This is about us, not her.”

The scrutinous gaze deepens. “Would she be mad if she did?”

You take a moment to think. “I don’t know. Probably not, but…would it really matter?”

“Of course it would. I’d never want to get in the way of your relationship.”

“You aren’t,” you insist. “Look, she’s dating somebody anyway. And I’m sure you are, too. You’ve both moved on. We’re just…old friends catching up, and she’d have to understand that.”

He seems to consider this before saying, “Yeah. I’m not, though.”

“You’re not…what?”

“Seeing anybody,” he clarifies, tongue coming out to swipe across his bottom lip. “Haven’t really dated anybody since she and I broke up.”

“Oh, Harry,” you murmur. “I’m…I’m sorry—”

“No. No, don’t be,” he insists. “It wasn’t…I’ve just been busy. Working at the firm and renovating my house. I’ve gone on some dates but nothing serious. I just…haven’t met the right person, I guess.”

“The right person, huh?” you muse teasingly as you take a sip of your drink. “Okay, and what does Harry Styles’ right person look like?”

He exhales an amused chuckle. “God, I don’t know. I don’t really think I’m that picky. Just…anybody I can get along with, I suppose.”

“That’s it? No, ‘They need a fat ass and the ability to make me a sandwich?’”

He grins so big, the corners of his eyes crinkle. “For fuck’s sake. No, nothing like that. Look, I don’t know. Call me old fashioned, but…I think sometimes you meet somebody, and you can just…tell. You know? There’s this…energy, this shift. You look at them…and it all suddenly just…makes sense.”

He allows this to settle as you stare at each other. As you contemplate this proposition.

As you feel the energy…shift.

“Yeah,” you agree quietly, allowing your attention to fall down his features and land on his lips. “Yeah, that’s…you’re right.”

He seems to notice the way your focus has wandered because he quickly clears his throat and looks back down at his mug. “What, um…what about you? I’m assuming you’re seeing somebody.”

You look away as well, willing yourself to calm. “Oh? And why do you assume that?”

“Come on,” he nearly snorts, eyebrow raising. “Look at you. You’re beautiful and you’re smart and you have this effortless ability to make anyone around you feel good. Who wouldn’t want to date you?”

“Well…pretty much every male in the city,” you retort, grinning to help ease your nerves but Harry merely frowns. “I don’t know. I’ve tried dating but…there’s always something missing. It never really feels…quite right.”

“Yeah. I know what you mean,” he hums. “There’s this…disconnect. Like you’re forcing something that you know isn’t right.”

“Exactly! It’s not that I don’t want to find somebody, I just…haven’t. It’s not as easy as it is with you.”

His head tilts. “With me?”

“Yeah, you know,” you sigh, hands waving about the air as you try to explain your point. “Like…I haven’t seen you in five years but we still, just…picked right back up, you know? As if no time had passed. We’re still just…us. We can talk, and we can laugh, and we don’t have to force anything.”

He laughs as he nods. “Ah. Right.”

“I mean…honestly, sometimes I think it would just be easier to date somebody I already know,” you admit. “The problem is…all the guys I know are just…assholes. They’re too…immature, I guess. They’ve got no sense of purpose. No drive. I don’t need to be taken care of but…it’d be nice to know they could…you know?”

“Yeah. You need someone with a good head on their shoulders.”

“Yes. I need someone who feels more like an equal than this…thing I need to take care. You know, I want to date a man, not a Tamagotchi.”

He laughs again and the sound makes your cheeks flush. You feel proud to have amused him. And even more proud of the way he casually places a hand on your arm as he takes a deep breath.

And when he lets go, you look down at the spot on your skin as if you can still see outline of his fingers.

“You’ll find somebody,” he tells you, and you do your best to ignore the sparks dancing up the back of your neck. “You will. And they’ll be perfect for you. Old enough to know better and wise enough to do it right.”

You place your palm over the spot he once touched, squeezing it gently. “Yeah. Hey, and you, too. Anybody would be lucky to have you.”

His eyes linger on yours. “Yeah?”

You smile. “Yeah.”

The next few minutes are devoted to sharing stories about your families. He asks how your parents are, you ask about his. He tells you about his job and you tell him about your roommate. You recall every detail of the past five years and when you’ve finally caught up to today, he pays for your drinks and offers to walk you home.

You make your way along the busy streets of the city as Harry tells you that he’s thinking about getting a cat. You laugh and tell him that he’d make a wonderful cat dad and he seems to flush.

You wonder why.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re walking up the steps to your building, already apologizing for the messy state of your apartment before he’s even stepped foot inside.

He snorts the implication away, assuring you that no matter what, it can’t be worse than how Atta used to keep her place.

And the mention of your sister breeds an odd feeling in your chest. Unease and…this strange tinge of jealousy. Like you’re almost peeved at him for bringing her up. For reminding you that he’s seen the inside of her room before.

But you shake it away as you push the door open, refusing to linger on the thought.

“Well…this is it,” you declare, stepping aside to let him enter. “It’s small but…it’s cozy, I guess. Does the trick.”

He takes a moment to look around and you like the way he smiles as he studies your knickknacks and possessions. “I love it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He shoves his hands into his expensive coat pockets as he nods. “Yeah, really. It feels…fitting.”

“What…do you mean?”

“It feels like you.” He glances over. “I don’t know how to explain it. It just…feels like you.”

Your teeth tug on the inside of your cheek to suppress a grin as you walk to the kitchen. “Well…thanks. I think.”

You offer him a glass of water, to which he declines, before you join him back by the door. You’re not sure you’re ready to bid him goodbye but you know he can’t stay forever.

You wonder if you actually want him to.

You wonder if it would be so bad if you did.

“This was…really nice,” he says as he takes a half-step through the doorframe. “Really, Dot. I’m so…I’m so proud of you. Of everything you’ve done. Who you’ve become. And I’m really glad that I can still call you my friend after everything.”

Your heart starts to pound a little harder against your chest. “Yeah, me too. I really missed you, Har. I hope we can catch up again soon.”

The side of his mouth curls up as his eyes soften. “I’d like that.”

With that, he moves into the hall, and you close the door behind him.

The feeling that follows is…strange. Overwhelming. Like something is wrong. Like something has just been ripped away from you.

Like something is missing.

You feel on edge. Off balance. Confused and unsure. You don’t know why. Can’t place the reason but it just about consumes you as a certain pain makes a home in your stomach.

Suddenly, there’s a sharp knock followed by, “Dot?”

He’s back.

Confused, you swing the door back open, and see him. And for a moment, he’s quiet, hands bracing himself against the frame as you hold your breath.

Then, he strides in without hesitation, brushing past you and pacing into the middle of the room.

“Okay,” he begins, a certain strain to his voice. “Okay, tell me…tell me this isn’t just me. Tell me this isn’t just in my head.”

You turn around to see him, brows furrowing. “What…what do you mean?”

He looks at you, haphazardly gesturing between your two bodies. “This. This…this new…thing. This thing we’ve been doing all afternoon. Tell me it’s not just me. Tell me you can feel it.”

And you’re almost certain you know what he’s talking about but the implication of such an idea frankly scares the ever-loving shit out of you.

So, you simply tilt your head. “Har…feel what? I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Us,” he breathes. “Us, there’s something…there’s something different here. Something that wasn’t here before.”

“Like…?”

“Like…like the way you look at me,” he says, eyes finding yours as you feel your heart begin to race. “You never used to look at me that way.”

Your lashes flutter, suddenly acutely aware of the way you’ve begun to gawk at him. Had you been looking at him differently?

“And the way you speak to me,” he continues. “Talking about needing someone to take care of you. Someone older. Someone…more mature.”

You swallow.

He takes a step closer. “And all day, you’ve just…found a way to brush your hand against mine. Or your arm. And you laugh at everything I say, even when it isn’t funny. And I know…I know you, and I know this can’t be what I think it is, but…you gotta tell me I’m not going crazy. You have to tell me it’s not just…me.”

And you realize now that you have an easy way out. You could brush off the accusation and tell him that it is just in his head. That he’s your sister’s ex-boyfriend, and he’s sixteen years older than you, and that you would never make a pass at him.

But then you say, “…what if it wasn’t just you?”

He goes still, lips parting as he leans back, a look of utter shock rather apparent on his face. Almost as if he’s severely struggling to understand what you’ve just said.

Truth be told, you’re struggling to understand it yourself. You hadn’t realized how differently you’d been acting toward him. Hadn’t realized that the Harry that stood in front of you was no longer the Harry you used to know.

Hadn’t realized the way you’d begun to wonder what would happen if he was…your Harry instead of hers.

Because he’s not hers anymore. Now he’s just…Harry. No longer the older brotherly figure you used to rely on…but a man.

A very attractive man. With a job, and a house, and enough emotional maturity not to make a fart joke every three minutes.

And it’s not your fault that you’re starting to see him in a different light. It’s been years. Five whole years since you’ve spoken to him and you’re both adults now. Completely different people and…would it really be the worst thing if you wondered what could have been?

“Dot…” he begins slowly, clearly wrestling with what he wants to say, “…you don’t…I don’t think you really know what you’re doing.”

You take a step as well, challenging him. “What am I doing?”

“You’re…you’re—” His fingers find the bridge of his nose as he squeezes hard. “Fuck, Dot. Don’t…don’t do this—”

“Do what?” you ask. “Flirt with you?”

His palms fly to his ears as he winces and steps back. “Stop. No, you didn’t…you didn’t say that. You’re not flirting with me. You’re not flirting with me—”

“What if I am?” you retort, following after him, suddenly overwhelmed by a confidence you didn’t even realize you had. “Why would that be so wrong?”

“Becuase you’re a child,” he seethes, shooting a stern look your way. “You’re a child, Dot. Okay, and this is wrong—”

“I’m not a child,” you remind him, straightening up. “I’m twenty-four. I’ve been making capable decisions for quite some time now—”

“But not this,” he hisses, the muscles in his neck straining. “Not…shit. You can’t do this. You can’t…no.”

“Why not? You said it yourself, there’s something different here—”

“But not this—”

“Why not?”

“Because…you’re you,” he huffs. “You’re…you’re still this little girl I used to know. You’re my ex-girlfriend’s sister and I’m…I’m just this big, bad man come to ruin you.”

And you don’t want to feel so enthralled by the premise, but you are, and you feel your eyebrow raise as you stare at him.

“You’re not ruining me, Harry,” you say, although you wish he would. “You’re…we’re both adults. Old friends catching up, and realizing…you know, maybe things are different now.”

He takes a breath. “But they can’t be. They can’t be different—”

“Why—”

“Because it’s not right—”

“What’s not right? What?” you argue. “Is it just the age difference? Is it Atta? Is it that you aren’t attracted to me, because I know you were flirting with me, too—”

His entire face twists into a grimace as he inhales sharply and presses his hands back over his ears. “God. Don’t say that—”

“You were,” you insist. “Like it or not, I’m not the little girl you used to know. All right, and there’s…there’s nothing wrong with us…testing the waters—”

He steels himself, arms dropping back to his sides. “We can’t.”

“Why?” you repeat for what feels like the hundredth time. “Why can’t we? Huh? We’re not breaking any rules. We’re not doing anything illegal. I don’t see what’s so wrong with just…trying—”

“I’d ruin you,” he says again, with so much conviction that it makes your stomach drop. “I would ruin any chance you had at a normal relationship—a normal life. All right, being with me…it would complicate everything. And I’d never do that to you—”

“I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just asking you to try—”

“Try what?”

“Try seeing.” Take another step, making sure you have his full attention. “Just…try seeing if…what we think is here…is actually here. If maybe we were meant to find each other after all this time. If…if this is where it all makes sense.”

He considers this for a moment. Considers you. And you aren’t sure when you suddenly became so enamored by the thought of Harry and this step you’re hoping to take.

But you’re here. You’re here and he’s here and there’s this shift.

And it feels right.

And that can’t be for nothing.

Then, his head begins to shake. “No. No, I…I know better. I have to know better. I have to do better than this. I can’t…God, I can’t believe I’m even…no. No. No, you mean too much to me for me to ruin this. All right, I won’t let you be this—no. No, I won’t.”

You feel your chest deflate as your lips press into a thin line. And you stare at him. You stare and you see the indecision and anguish on his face. You see the way he wrestles with the idea you’ve given him. The way he wrestles with himself.

The way he wrestles with you.

You don’t want to push him. Because you know this is something you can never take back. And maybe there’s just too much adrenaline in your veins right now. You aren’t thinking straight.

Maybe he’ll leave, and the moment will pass, and you’ll wonder what the hell came over you.

But right now…all you feel is disappointment.

“Fine,” you whisper, and his eyes soften. “No, fine. You’re right. You’re right, this is…I never should have said anything. I was…I was confused. I was just happy to see you again and I thought it was something else, but…you’re right. It’s nothing. I don’t wanna be your mid-life crisis. I just…I just want to keep you around. No matter what that looks like.”

Your tiny apartment falls silent as you both settle onto this conclusion. As you let your heartbreak dangle in the air. As you concede to older man’s decision.

His fingers flex by his side as his teeth begin to grit and you watch in real time as a certain expression passes over his face.

And then, he murmurs, “Fuck it.”

Next thing you know, he’s closing the gap between you, taking hold of your face…and kissing you.

You don’t have the time to process it. Don’t even want to process it. You just want to feel.

So, you do. You feel him. You surrender to him. To the dominant pull of his hands on your jaw. To the taste of his tongue against yours. To the way his hips press so firmly against your own that your knees go weak.

You make a noise in your throat as he goes deeper, and he growls. Like he’s fighting himself. Fighting the urge to take as he begins walking you back before slamming you against the wall.

And suddenly…

Everything makes sense.

He knows exactly what he’s doing in a way that younger men never have. He makes you feel both taken care of and seconds from coming undone. You don’t have to think about anything with him because he does everything.

He presses his strong, tall frame into yours until he practically disappears intoyou. His large hand grips onto the back of your neck until you nearly whimper. He takes control of your mouth—of you—until the only thought in your head is just, “More.”

And you don’t doubt that he’d give you more if you asked, but before you can…he pulls back, and puts the moment on pause.

You feel breathless. Dejected. Wilting in his hold as he meets your eye and looks for your reaction.

You wish he hadn’t stopped. Wish—more than anything—that you won’t be forced to watch him let go after this.

His thumbs begin to brush across the soft skin of your cheeks as he sighs to himself. “Dot…”

You feel yourself flush at the nickname. At the way it comes out raspy and desperate. “What?”

He rolls his lips into his mouth and you want to pout. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“I know,” you say, fingers disappearing into his hair as his lashes flutter and he seems to nestle into your touch. “I know, but…I want to. I want to, Har. Please…please don’t make me lose you again.”

“God.” The tortured groan goes straight to your cunt as he presses his forehead against yours. “Dot—”

“I won’t tell,” you promise, rather eagerly, and his jaw clenches. “I won’t, I swear. I’ll be your secret.”

The hand he placed on your hip tightens until you’re squirming beneath him, practically aching to have him touch you.

“This is wrong,” he mumbles, and you wonder if he’s trying to convince you…or himself. “S’wrong, Dot. I can’t do this to you. Can’t do this with you…I can’t…I know better.”

You tug on his hair as you straighten up, whining beneath a strained breath. “I don’t care. I don’t care, Harry, please…please. I just…I trust you. I trust you and I feel good around you and I know…I know you’d do it right.”

He exhales deeply with this, nose running down the side of your face as his lips travel to your neck. He seems to take refuge there, subtly pressing kisses to your throat as he thinks. “I would,” he tells you softly. “Fucking do everything for you. Show you how a real man fucks. Make it worth it. Make it better. Make you see stars—”

“Har,” you just about gasp, anxious to have him do just that. “Please…please—”

“Fuck.” His thigh slots between both of yours as you writhe against him, searching for more. “Be so easy to take you. Be so easy to show you what you’re missing. Be so easy to wreck you—”

“So do it,” you plead, pulling on him until his mouth meets yours. You tug his bottom lip between your teeth until he’s cursing again and you feel his self-control slip. “Do it, Har. Please. Just once. Just once, and I promise I’ll be so good. Be so good for you. Won’t ever ask you again—”

His hold on you grows more determined before he’s ripping you away from the wall and slinging you toward your bed a few feet away.

And he’s on you in seconds, hovering above where you lie as you greedily grab for him.

“Promise me,” he hisses as his palm slips beneath your shirt and a needy whimper bleeds from your throat. “Promise me that this is what you want.”

“I promise,” you repeat quickly, arching into his touch. “Promise—”

“Promise me…that you’ll be good,” he says next, fingers brushing over the material of your bra. “That you’ll behave. That you’ll do exactly what I tell you.”

“Yes,” you breathe, eyes falling closed.

“Fucking promise me…” he continues as he scratches down your chest, “…that you won’t tell. That you’ll be my dirty little secret. That you’ll be mine. That you’ll let me ruin you. And you’ll fucking thank me for doing it—”

The last domino falls. Crashes to the ground as you tug him down to you so you can kiss him. So you can prove your loyalty. Prove that this is everything that you want.

When you feel him smile deviously against you…you know that you have.

And it makes perfect fucking sense.

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~ Us Again*

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

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From the Dining Table - Harry Styles

my friend made the mistake of leaving me with his kalimba and i played it by ear :) !!!!

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Harry Styles ‘Love on Tour’ Ends After 173 Concerts for 5.04 Million Fans, and $6.5 Million Donated to Charity

Harry Styles’ world-shaking “Love on Tour” wrapped before a crowd of 100,000 people at Italy’s RCF Arena last week, concluding 173 dates over nearly three years. The tour launched on September 4, 2021 and saw Styles performing to 5.04 million fans in North and South America, the U.K., Europe and Australia — including 20 dates at Madison Square Garden, 18 at the Los Angeles Forum, six at London’s Wembley Stadium, and two sets of “Harryween” concerts — and is the fourth highest-grossing tour of all time, according to the announcement.

Just as significantly, the tour donated some $6.5 million to charities, which are listed below.

He was joined for the tour by a band that features Pauli Lovejoy, Sarah Jones, Mitch Rowland, Madi Diaz, Elin Sandberg, Ariza, Yaffra, Parris Fleming, Kailah Vandever, Lorren Chiodo and Laura Bibbs.

The tour also saw the release of Styles’ third solo album, “Harry’s House,” which won Grammy Awards for album of the year and best pop vocal album, as well as all four BRIT Awards for which it was nominated. The album’s head single, “As It Was,” reached No. 1 in 33 countries—including 15 weeks on top of the Billboard Hot 100.

CHARITIES DONATED TO ON LOVE ON TOUR

Planned Parenthood Choose Love Physicians for Reproductive Health Rebuild Foundation REVERB Black Voters Matter Fund – Capacity Building Institute The Afiya Center International Rescue Committee Intermission Youth Save the Children CARE Every Town for Gun Safety BEAM Theater Gates Rebuild Theater – Venice Program WWWF-Brasil Sydney Zoo Baan Tawan Mai Orphans (Pow Sarin Org) Cribs Foundation Inc. St John’s Home Limitless Children’s Wishing Well SHINE Green Umbrella Children’s Foundation Black Minds Florence Org… “and more.”

Via variety.com

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if you don't enjoy a story, that's alright. you can click out of it and move on with your day. tell yourself 'this wasn't for me, i'm gonna find something else'. what you shouldn't do is comment all the flaws you found from it and all the things you thought the story would have needed. you don't have to find the author and tell them to kill themselves because you thought that the story you just read was "disgusting". and you definitely don't have to comment on the author's appearance as it has absolutely nothing to do with the story you just "wasted your time on". and what you really don't need to do is discuss the fic like it's been written by a professional author with professional editors. fanfics are and have always been, written by fans for other fans. we do it as hobbyists. out of love for writing.

i know that talking about this topic is like talking into the void. the hatred this fandom spews on authors who don't write the kind of stories they want is cruel in unimaginable ways. it's been like this for years, people have driven so many authors away, yet nothing ever changes. unfortunately not everyone even wants a change, vice versa. what they want is drive specific authors away because their content is not what they desire. and as unfortunate as that is, they've been successful a lot of times.

to every miserable and sad soul that keeps going after fic authors you dislike: i'm truly sorry you don't have anything else to do in your life than harrass other people. i hope some day you will find some love in your life.

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Beautiful Baker Boy

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: fluffyyyyy Summary: Beautiful baker boy meets lovely florist (gender neutral Y/N)

The summer sun bore down on Y/N’s back as they bent over the outside display, silently cursing the lack of clouds in the sky. They rub the back of their neck, where the blistering beam had strangely focused, gently moving around a few bouquets with their other hand.

They step back, hands on their hips, slowly scanning the small display in front of the tiny flower shop.

“That’ll do, I guess.” They mutter to themself, using the back of their hand to wipe some sweat that had started to collect on their hairline.

“Y/N, darling!” Their elderly boss, the shop owner, calls out for them from inside the store.

“Coming!” Y/N hurries inside, their mind still on the flower display.

“I’m heading out soon, love. I don’t want to be late meeting the missus, I still have to swing by the bakery!” His wrinkles become more prominent as he smiles, wiping his hands on the apron wrapped around his waist. Y/N’s hand found its way over their heart as their own smile grew.

“Will you be okay on your own for the rest of the day?” He asks, removing his apron and reaching for the special bouquet he had arranged for his wife of over four decades. Y/N nods their head, smile beaming.

“Of course! Don’t worry about me, you trained me, remember?” They brush their sweat-dampened hair out of their face, admiring their mentor and the love he had for his wife.

“I know, darlin’. Thank you,” His smile lines deepened along with his crows feet as he pats them on the shoulder, nursing the bouquet with his other arm. He nods his head at them, “See you tomorrow!”

“Alright, have fun!” Y/N calls out after him as the door shuts behind him with a ding of the bell.

Soon after their boss left, the day fell into a bit of a lull. They got a few things done around the shop, helped a few customers, all in an attempt to avoid the behemoth task of organizing the flowers in the back room. But the minutes ticked away like hours and Y/N felt as though the boredom would soon drive them crazy. They groaned as they got up off of the stool behind the cash register and dipped into the doorless back room where they began sorting out the orders. Y/N had barely made a dent in the work that needed to be done before they peeked at the time, noticing it was almost time to close up shop.

“Hello?” Y/N heard a familiar voice from the front, confused as to how they didn’t hear the bell signaling that someone was entering the shop. They peek their head out of the room to catch a glimpse, their heart jumping to their throat when they see the back of the customer's curly head.

Oh God. Panic set in when they realized who the sultry voice belonged to.

It was Harry, the beautiful baker boy who worked just across the street. Y/N had developed an almost delusional crush, Harry having made many an appearance in their maladaptive daydreams during the slower days at the flower shop. Since the first day they met, Y/N hadn’t been able to get him out of their head. So one would think that they’d be prepared for his weekly visit to the flower shop. “Coming!” Their voice cracking, deepening the blush already settling on their cheeks. They pray that they look somewhat presentable when they leave the back room, their eyes instantly meeting with his.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiles, his lovely green eyes scanning their face.

“H-Hey, Harry.” Y\N wipes their sweaty palms on their apron, trying not to stare at the tattoos on his tanned arms. “Already time for your weekly bouquet?”

Harry chuckles, nodding and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I just closed the bakery, thought I could also drop off some of these.” He reaches into his large tote bag, pulling out a brown paper bag. The smell of freshly baked bread and parmesan cheese filled the air in the tiny shop as Harry placed the bag on the counter next to the register.

“Cheese buns.” Y/N says breathily, unable to hide the smile spreading on their face.

“Your favorite!” Harry’s dimple deepens as his smile widens. Y/N’s heart raced in their chest.

“You remembered?”

“Of course, it was one of the first things you said to me.” A slight blush appears on the beautiful man's cheeks as he nudges Y/N’s shoulder. They both laugh lightly as they recall Y/N fumbling over their words as they ordered from the bakery for the first time. The cute boy behind the counter had been wearing a sleeveless shirt with a bandana in his hair, flour on his face and arms, and a dimpled smile.

Y/N shook the image from their head, worried they’d embarrass themself even more.

“You gonna look around?” They changed the subject quickly, clearing their throat. Harry nods, putting his tote down on the counter next to the bag of cheese buns.

“Yeah, but please, don’t let me get in your way.” He lays a gentle hand on Y/N’s arm, sending a chill through their body.

“You’re never in the way.” Y/N spoke softly, biting at the skin on the inside of their cheek. Harry’s lips parted slightly, almost as though he was about to say something before clearing his throat abruptly and smiling, a faint blush appearing on his tanned cheeks.

“I-I should close up the shop.” Y/N looks away from his gaze, trying not to lean into the warmth radiating from his body.

He gently squeezes their arm before releasing his soft grip, allowing them to maneuver around him, to the front of the shop.

Y/N brought the display inside, cleaned up, and stored everything where it belonged, all while watching Harry from the corner of their eye.

“Alright, I think I’ve finished.” Harry announces as Y/N finishes up the last of their tasks. They meet him at the register, catching a glimpse at the beautifully curated bouquet.

“Sunflowers, white spray roses, yellow billy balls, and mini hydrangeas.” He lists off each flower in the bouquet.

“Woah, look at you! You should be the one working here.” Y/N giggles. Harry follows suit, their giggles filling the small shop. Harry hands Y/N the bouquet as they joke about how funny it would be if they switched places, Y/N at the bakery and Harry at the flower shop, discussing the disasters that would ensue. As Y/N sorted through the bouquet, wrapping it up in the nicest brown paper in the shop, a realization hit them.

“Wait, Harry,” Their eyebrows furrow, turning to face him, “These flowers, they’re my-”

“Your favorites.” He bit his lip, picking at his nails nervously.

“My favorites.” Y/N repeats breathlessly. Harry rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, both of their bodies unmoving.

“Your partner is really lucky.” Y/N says, smiling thinly and inhaling sharply, turning back to the task at hand. Their hands shook as they attempted to tie the twine around the wrapped bouquet, their brain on overdrive. Their mind was so loud, they barely heard the shuffle of Harry’s feet as he got closer, towering behind them.

“I don’t have a partner.” He whispers, barely loud enough for Y/N’s ears. Their body stills, as does the air surrounding the two. The silence between them thickened, the tension swelled.

“You don’t have a partner.” Y/N cuts through the silence, not daring to turn around. Harry’s hand cupped their elbow, tugging lightly, almost begging them to turn around and face him. Y/N hesitated, terrified that he may hear their heart pounding against their chest.

“Y/N…” His voice soft and deep, beckoned them to face him. Y/N inhaled deeply, slowly spinning around, Harry’s hand still cradling their elbow. Their eyes meet, the tension becoming heavier as Harry licks his lips, parting them.

“Can I kiss you?” He rasps, his eyes trailing down to their lips. Y/N wasn’t sure if they couldn’t find the words or if they were just unable to speak, nodding their head, entranced. Harry released a sharp breath before his other hand found its way to Y/N’s jaw, pulling them closer, his lips meeting theirs. Y/N snapped out of their trance, wrapping their arms around Harry’s neck and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. There was a hunger between them, one they were unaware was present in the other. Soft hands pulled and caressed as they released the pent up tension. It seemed as though they were the only two in existence, Harry held Y/N like they could disappear without a trace any second now.

Tap Tap Tap

Startled, they release their grip on one another, Y/N’s face whipping in the direction of the person tapping on the glass door of the shop. A middle aged man with brows furrowed and an annoyed look stood beyond the glass, a hand on his hip.

“Excuse me, are you open?” He yelled through the glass. Harry snickered, used to the irritable side of the service industry. Y/N groaned, signaling no to the man.

“No, we’re closed!” They exclaim, tapping their wrist with their finger, as if they were tapping a watch. The man on the other side of the glass huffs in frustration, rolling his eyes and walking away.

“Cockblocked by the service industry, damn you capitalism.” Harry giggles, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist. They laugh, their hands finding their way to his arms as Harry dips his face closer, laying a gentle kiss on the top of their head.

“Let me take you to dinner,” He mumbles in their hair, “I’ve been dying to take you out.” He pulls back, looking at their face. Y/N bites their lip, nodding, in stark disbelief that this is happening. Harry smiles, grabbing the finished bouquet and placing it in Y/N’s hands, leaning in and laying a sweet kiss on their lips.

“Wow, I’ve got a date with the beautiful baker boy.” Y/N mutters against his lips, causing him to smile and bump their nose with his.

“And I’ve got a date with the lovely florist.”

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Kiss of Life

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of terminal illness

Summary: AU Demon!rry

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The full moon hung over her head, illuminating the otherwise pitch black night. There was just enough light for Y/N to see what she was doing, on her knees in the dirt, hunched over. She pants as she desperately dug a small hole at the center of the crossroads, dirt making its way under her fingernails and mucking up her clothing. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the small shoe box that sat by her side and the dirt that she was clawing at.

“The photo of the mortal wishing to make the deal, a handful of graveyard dirt, and a bone from a black cat.” The shrill voice of the old psychic rang in her head, sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/N had never sought out a psychic before this, she would’ve never thought about it had it not been for the news she got just last night.

The fluorescent bulbs buzzed on the ceiling, the harsh pale light beamed at them. It was nearly blinding as it bounced off of the white walls and bedding of the hospital room. The buzzing was all they heard as their bodies sat stiff, hearts pounding against their ribs.

“I’m so sorry,” The doctor repeated sincerely, “I’ll give you some time alone.” The doctor bowed her head slightly, excusing herself quietly.

Y/N stared right ahead, her eyes focusing on a piece of lint on the otherwise pristine white floor. Thoughts raced through her head as she tried to process the news they’d just heard. She hadn’t noticed that her breathing had gone shallow until her beloved called out her name.

“Yes, my love.” She breathes out shakily, looking up to meet the eyes of the man she loved so deeply. His cracked lips were downturned, his hand extended on the bed, as though he were reaching out. She rushed over to the bed, taking his hand in hers. He sighed deeply and pushed her hand away, avoiding her eyes.

“I need some time.” His voice rasped. Y/N felt her chest tightening, tears streaming down her face. She nods, sniffling.

“I love you.” She whispers, her voice faltering. She stands there for a beat, waiting for him to look at her, if even for a fleeting moment, but he never does. Y/N inhales shakily, turning around and exiting the room, trying to convince herself that there’s nothing she could’ve done to prevent this. But if that was the case, why did she feel so guilty?

She shook her head slightly, trying to stop those thoughts from progressing even further. She’s doing the only thing left to do, she’d do anything for him.

Please, please work. Please. She thought to herself as she sat back on her heels, breathing out a heavy sigh. She closed her eyes, remaining stagnant for a moment as she took in what would be the last handful of minutes that she’d have as a full, whole human being.

“Okay,” She whispered to herself, opening her eyes and grabbing the box, the items she’d spent all day hunting down shifted inside. “I can do this.”

She hesitantly lowered the box into the shallow hole and started packing the loose dirt over it, her eyes straining to scan her dark, wooded surroundings. Once the box was properly buried, she pushed herself off of the ground, attempting to shake some of the dirt off of her person. The world around her remained suspiciously still, the gentle breeze and swaying trees had slowed to a stop, the crickets had ceased their incessant chirps. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound resonating in her ears and nearly vibrating the rest of her body.

“My, my. Look what we have here.” A gravelly voice broke the silence from behind her, sending her heart into more of a frenzy. She whipped around to face the stranger attached to the voice, her breath getting caught in her chest as her eyes locked with his. The stranger chuckled, taking one of his hands out of his suit pocket to run it through his slightly coiffed hair. He towered over Y/N, his lean form awfully close as he looked down at her. His sharp features were accentuated by the black suit that donned his body, contrasting with the soft curves of his plump pink lips. There was a small beauty mark below the corner of his lips. He was beautiful. His green eyes seemed to glow, cutting through the darkness surrounding them.

“What’s a girl like you doing summoning me?” He spoke slowly, staring her down. Y/N squirmed a bit under his gaze but attempted to keep her composure by crossing her arms, the tension thickening the air.

“It’ll lead you once you summon it. Don’t let it intimidate you, child.” Her mind replayed what the psychic had insisted over and over. She swallows the lump in the back of her throat and inhales a sharp breath.

“So how does this work?” Y/N asks firmly, silently begging her voice not to betray her. The beautiful stranger tilts his head to the side, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“How does what work?” He asks inquisitively, eyes narrowing slightly. Y/N’s breath stutters as her brows furrow.

Did I do it wrong? She thought, recounting the steps in her head.

“You know,” She says hesitantly, maintaining eye contact with the gorgeous demon in front of her. “Selling my soul or whatever.”

A beat of silence passed between them before the man snorted, suddenly doubling over in laughter, clutching his abdomen. Y/N is almost taken aback by the man’s reaction, the sheer shift in his attitude.

“You can’t be serious!” He laughs, his sharp features suddenly softened by the pink tint in his dimpled cheek. Y/N gawks at him in confusion, causing him to straighten up his posture.

“Wait, you’re serious?” He purses his lips, attempting to stop himself from laughing again. Y/N’s annoyance was clear as she huffs out a breath, crossing her arms.

“I mean, I summoned you right?” She rolls her eyes, her patience wearing thin.

“What could a good girl like you possibly want to sell her soul for?” The demon scoffs, his arms crossing over his own chest, mirroring Y/N.

“‘Good girl’? How could you possibly know that?” She nearly stomps her foot at his baseless assumption. His eyes take in her body from bottom to top, settling at the cross around her neck.

“You’re joking.” He says flatly, giving her a bored expression. She sees his eyes on the cross her grandmother had given her and brushes her fingers over it, releasing a sharp breath from her nose.

“Listen, I get that you’re a demon and all, but this arrogant shtick is getting boring.” She snaps. A crooked smirk tugs at his lips.

“Pretty and snappy,” He growls lightly, stepping closer to her. His ringed fingers traced the outline of her jawline from under her ear, all the way to her chin, softly nudging her face up. “Delicious.”

She felt his breath on her face, their noses mere inches apart. His eyes lingered on her lips for a moment before flicking up to meet hers.

“Tell me - what is it that you want, darling?” He spoke softly, as his thumb hovered over her lips, touching them ever so lightly.

“First tell me your name.” She whispered, delicately moving her lips under the soft pad of his thumb causing him to lick his lips.

“Harry.” He smirks, using his other hand to brush a couple of loose strands of hair from her face. Y/N gasps lightly at the gesture, her body betraying everything the psychic warned her about.

“I’m-”

“I know who you are, Y/N.'' He drawls out, his dimple deepening as he watches her mesmerized expression twist into one of confusion.

“How do you know my name?” She steps back, Harry’s hands falling from her face. He chuckles, he could practically see the anxiety radiating off of her. “This is a contract, love. The moment you buried that box, your name was documented. Now, what is so important that you’d sell your soul for it?” He spoke slowly, carefully. She watched his lips, noticing how they seemed to wrap around the words.

“My boyfriend, he’s terminally ill. I want to save him.” Y/N released a shaky breath, feeling a lump grow in the back of her throat at the mention of her boyfriend. Harry’s eyebrows furrow as he nods his head slowly.

“I see. Boyfriend.” He mumbles, his index and middle fingers hover over his lips as though he is deep in thought.

“Yes, boyfriend.” She nods.

“Mhm, dying boyfriend.” He mumbles again. Y/N tilts her head, placing her hands on her hips.

“Yes, dying boyfriend. I'm sorry, was I not clear?” She huffs out, watching him pace back and forth.

“Yeah, I don’t think you want to sell your soul for him.” He says matter-of-factly. Y/N scoffs, shaking her head.

“Listen, asshole-”

“Woah!”

“-It’s my soul and I get to choose what I want to do with it!” She clenches her fists, annoyed with the absolute gall of this man. Harry’s hand laid on his chest, over his heart, feigning offense.

“That’s quite rude for someone who’s asking for my help!” He laughs arrogantly and Y/N lets out a groan of frustration.

“You’re such a dick!” She turns around, approaching the spot that she buried the box in, preparing to dig it up.

“What are you doing?” Harry follows behind her, she rolls her eyes.

“Getting rid of you, I’m sure there are other demons who would be more than happy to take my soul.” She starts to kneel down in front of the buried box.

“That’s not how that works, you know.” He says condescendingly, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Then I’ll make it work! I’ll find another crossroads, I’ll summon the devil himself! I don’t need some pretty boy demon telling me what to do!” She nearly shouts in frustration, turning her head to look at him. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he extended his hand, offering to help her off the ground.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, you won’t hear a peep out of me.” Harry pretends to zip his lips shut, throwing away the key. She narrows her eyes in suspicion before rolling them. She took his hand, standing up, expecting him to let go but he didn’t. Instead, he moved closer, using his thumb to brush some dirt off of her cheek. His pupils dilated, nearly overtaking the green of his irises as he took in every small detail of her face. Y/N struggled to control her breathing, almost hypnotized by his beauty.

“Pretty boy demon?” A smug smile broke through his serious expression, causing Y/N to groan once again, slapping his hands away. She clenches her fists at her sides, looking up at the sky.

“Harry, please. I need to save him,” She pleads, closing her eyes. “I love him.”

Tears begin falling from her eyes, down the sides of her face. An ache pierced at Harry’s chest, confusing him.

What is this? He thought, pausing for a moment, his hand laying on his chest lightly, perplexed at the sudden awakening of emotions he had not felt in centuries.

“You know,” Harry clears his throat, “I’m becoming quite fond of you, Y/N.” He smiles, fiddling with his rings. She sighs, trying to avoid the dirt on her sleeves as she wipes her tears on them.

“Does that mean you’ll save him?” She sniffles, her lips trembling. Harry nods, taking her hand in his. Y/N doesn’t question the gesture, feeling strangely comfortable with the demon.

“Yeah, I’ll save him,” Harry’s thumb traced over her knuckles softly, “Now we just have to seal the deal.” She releases a sigh of relief, smiling at the beautiful man.

“Okay, how do we do that? Do we have to shake hands or do I have to sign something?” She asks, causing Harry to chuckle at her naivety. She tilts her head to the side, confusion clear on her face.

“No, darling. A kiss must be shared to seal any deal.”

Y/N squawks, his words catching her completely off guard.

“A kiss?!” She squeaks, her eyes as wide as the full moon illuminating both of them. Harry nods, giggling.

“The eyes aren’t the only gateway to the soul.” He teases, Y/N throwing her head back slightly, groaning at the corny line.

“You’re ridiculous,” She crosses her arms, a slight smile tugging at her lips, “But seriously, why a kiss?”

Harry paused, his small smile mirroring hers. He had never allowed a human to ask as many questions as he’d allowed the stunning person standing before him. It was quite clear that she hadn’t done any real research, not truly knowing what she was getting herself into.

How endearing. He thought, watching as she awaited his answer.

“Ever heard of ‘the kiss of life’?” Her brows furrowed at his question, shaking her head.

“When we seal the deal, we seal it with the kiss of life. Usually there would be an exchange of life force that happens between the two people, the life force being your souls. But since I don’t have one, I’ll be taking yours.” Harry explained casually, the last sentence sending a shiver through Y/N’s body.

“I see,” She breathes out, attempting to absorb everything he said. “But doesn’t that mean that I can kiss him and give him some of my ‘life force’?” She questions. Harry shakes his head, smiling.

“Full of questions, are we?” He chuckles, stepping closer to her, causing her breathing to hitch ever so slightly.

“No, darling. Humans all have the same amount of life force from birth until death. You may exchange life force but you're both left with the same amount as before. Never more, never less.” He clarified.

Y/N nibbled on her lower lip, nodding her head. This was it, the only thing standing between her and saving her boyfriend's life was a kiss. She felt this strange excitement in the pit of her stomach at the thought of kissing the charming demon, bringing about a wave of guilt. She silently tried to convince herself that the feeling was actually just the excitement of saving her boyfriend's life.

“Anymore questions, lovely?” He brushes his fingers down her arm lightly and she shakes her head.

“No, I think I’m ready.” She takes a deep breath, stepping slightly closer to Harry. He nods his head, trying to ignore the confusing flutter in his abdomen.

What is happening? I’ve done this more times than I can count. Harry thought, his eyebrows furrowing.

Her hand rested on his bicep, their bodies nearly pressed against one another. Their eyes met for what felt like an eternity, both caught in some sort of trance. He ducks his head, their lips brushing against each other softly, both of their eyes fluttering shut. His hands settled on her waist, pulling her firmly against his body as he breathed her in for a moment. He felt her heart pound against his own chest and her breath on his lips, he almost couldn’t take the tension anymore.

He pressed his lips fervently against hers, electricity replacing the anxiety in their bodies. His lips melded with hers almost desperately, as though they’d been waiting forever to find hers. Y/N gripped his suit jacket in an attempt to pull him closer, the distance between their bodies already nonexistent. She’d never experienced such a closeness, the hunger for more of him overtaking her senses.

Y/N pulls away first as an image of her boyfriend flashes behind her closed eyes, her forehead remaining on Harry’s. His eyes stayed shut, his fingers slightly tightening on her waist. His breathing was elevated, her warmth almost beckoning him to stay right there and burn in it for the rest of eternity. She shut her eyes again, her fingers running through the short hairs on the nape of his neck.

“Harry,” Y/N whispers breathily, “I-”

“Good luck.” He clears his throat, cutting her off. A gust of wind stripped her of his warmth, her eyes opened and found no trace of him.

The demon’s disappearance left an emptiness she couldn’t quite shake off as her fingers hovered over her lips, the electricity lingering on her skin. She released a staggered breath, shaking her head slightly as though she were physically pushing the thought to the back of her mind.

She pulls her car key from her pocket, rushing to see the person she just sold her soul for.

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