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High Part I

Warning: language, nsfw content, drugs and, alcohol.

Pairing: College! Harry x reader.

Hi guys! Here’s a piece of work I wanted to write. I detected my previous one because I didn’t like it at the end…. I kind of don’t know if I should continue to write or not… I also know that I have to share with you part 2 of week-end. I will! Promise! I just wanted to give you something good and that I will like you guys to read! So you guys tell me :)

You weren't a party girl, at least not a big one. Not to be mistaken, you loved the warm atmosphere caused by the countless people crammed into the same room where everyone went about their business without worrying about how others looked at them. The same atmosphere where some people were leaning on the bar for their first or umpteenth drink, while others were swaying on the dance floor, or at least thought they were dancing well, with friends, alone or with complete strangers, while others were more busy having sex in a corner or having a conversation or being accosted. So many people who in the end are only there for one thing: to get away from the stress and monotony of everyday life. Oh yes, you loved this atmosphere, however, it's true that you considered yourself more the occasional party girl: whether it's a birthday, graduation, vacation, New Year's Eve....

Nevertheless, on that particular Friday, you had decided to take the pass on a night out for a relaxing routine instead. Indeed, everything was planned: you had turned on your sandalwood diffuser, turned on a quiet music in the background, put on your satin pyjama set after having showered and exfoliated your body, without forgetting to turn on the leds in your room, blue this time. At your disposal, you had your chamomile tea which still gave off steam, preferring it boiling and without sugar, your pre-ordered Asian meal which this time consisted of mixed noodles sautéed with a hint of lemon, and your laptop. All you wanted that Friday night was to be able to relax and have a moment to yourself. The second semester had just started after the exams of the first and you were exhausted from those months of preparation. So you wanted only one thing: to get back your lost sleep and to recover the minimum of your past hygiene.

It is true that the first semester was not a restful one and despite your efforts, you had made the mistake that many other university students made: you had neglected your revisions until the last minute because you were not up to date with your classes. As a result, as the fateful date for the beginning of the testing month was fast approaching, you had been racing against time to try to save your semester and this meant making great sacrifices: less sleep, eating any kind of food, less time for personal hygiene to look presentable, less time to see your friends or call your family, and most importantly, considering the campus library as your second home. In the end, your efforts paid off and you were able to validate your semester, but if there's one thing you've learned, it's that you won't make the same mistake twice. No way! That second semester meant a second chance to improve and you were determined to maintain and stick to your routine, even if each time the result was the same. However, you hoped that this time you would get it right. It wasn't until you put on your easy green clay mask and triggered the first episode of last season's overdue House of Cards that your roommate Glenne decided to make an entrance.

“Hey.” She said, leaving the door behind her open to let someone in.

“Hi!” Exclaimed the second person, who was accompanying Glenne, while raising her hand as a sign of greeting and who was none other than Sarah.

You answered them by raising your hand slightly and tilting it nonchalantly without deigning to speak, observing instead Glenne undressing without an ounce of modesty while walking towards the pile of discarded clothes or as she liked to say 'arranged in her own way and by her own care' on the chair of her desk which will soon not be able to support so many clothes, Probably looking for a change of clothes, while Sasha made the wise decision to rummage through Hitch's closet, or at least what was left in it, to find a piece of clothing.

“I guess you opted for a quiet evening at home.” You told the girls, each one of them was trying on a different outfit.

“And I guess you decided to go out tonight.” Glenne replied in the same tone, a smile on her lips as she zipped up her dress, as if you had switched roles.

You and Glenne had been living together for two years after your former roommate left, so even though your lifestyles were different, you got along well together. In fact, Glenne was the kind of person who liked to talk, far from being quiet, as she made her presence felt. She also loved meeting new people, experimenting with new things and going out every weekend to party and bring a partner along once in a while. While you were not introverted, but had a small circle of friends, you were not the type to approach people without making the first move, for lack of exception, and you preferred the calm and serenity of being warm in your own home rather than going out, but you knew how to party when you had to. Sarah, on the other hand, was a bit of a mixture of the two. She was a ball of pure energy. She loved getting to know new people and talking to everyone, liked to be accepted by others without being close to them, having a circle of friends that could be counted on the fingers of one hand. She was funny, even if she didn't realize it or didn't want to, and made jokes whenever she had the chance. She was also an observant but not very perceptive person, yet she was the kind of friend you could count on.

“In fact, we're going out tonight. The three of us.” Rectified Sarah.

“No.”

“Y/N!”

“I said no, Sarah.”

“Come on! Intervened Glenne. The university's American football team won today's game, which you would know if you went out for a bit, so the whole campus is celebrating their victory.” She explained as she took off her dress. “Shit, I didn't want this one.” she whispered to herself, going back to her pile of clothes to find out what she wanted to wear tonight. “Here it is! Perfect !”

You watched her put on her black leather dress, shorter than normal, while adjusting the straps to finally put on a pair of black open-toed sandals with black heels and an ankle lace-up buckle.

“On top of that, I happen to know the Running Back from the team who kindly invited me to their party tonight, which means you are invited too and we're not going to party just anywhere.” Informed Glenne while sprinkling herself with perfume. Not to mention that Sarah was invited by their Tight-End, Mitch right? she asked Sarah not without a wink.

She had red cheeks and turned her eyes away, embarrassed, fiddling with the clothes she was holding in her hands, which confirmed Glenne’s words. You knew that the two were talking to each other, but that's all, the last time Sarah had spoken to you about it was over three weeks ago, so you had assumed that things had gotten worse between them, but you had just realized that you were wrong. Mitch was one of the nicest people on the team.

“Are you two fucking?” You asked with a smirk on your face.

“Y/N!” Sarah shouted, embarrassed, while Genne and you just giggled back.

“No! We're not doing it.”

“But you're dyyying for it.” Chanted Glenne in response, a smile stuck to his lips as he prepared to put on makeup.

“God, stop please.” Sarah grumbled, still unable to look her in the eye. “You're so annoying when you get into it.”

“You should have seen her during the game, she kept shouting his name and encouraging him. A real groupie I swear.”

“My Sarah has fallen in love with a footballer, I see.” You added, laughing, imagining the scene.

“Just stop, okay?” Sarah made a grimace, tearing your groping hand from his face. “He asked me personally to come and celebrate his victory with him. So will you come with us, pleaaase.” Emphasize Sarah on the 'please' while joining her hands in prayer, making sure to offer you her most beautiful eyes of a beaten dog.

“Sarah's right baby, you deserve to let off some steam. You are sexy and young. At least, stay for two hours and then go home. Come on.” She insisted as she joined Sarah in her prayer while throwing herself on your bed. And then I can lend you an outfit if you want.

You bit your lower lip while watching them both beg.

“A dress that doesn't come from the pile of clothes on your chair, okay?”

“Does that mean you're coming?!”

“Yeeeesss!” Screamed Sarah while throwing herself on the bed to hug you soon followed by Glenne.

“Girls, I can't breathe.” You took a few seconds to catch your breath after they let go of you before watching Sarah dancing like crazy and Glenne sending a message on her phone, probably to the Running Back to let him know you were joining the party.

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Finally, after an hour and a quarter, you were ready. Sarah had finally opted for a long metallic gray short-sleeved jumpsuit with a plunging neckline that emphasized her curves, while your choice was a short, slightly low-cut, sequined orange dress with thin straps that fitted your shape perfectly. There were several parties on campus, but the one Glenne and Sarah took you to was located in one of the fraternity houses on campus, known for hosting the best parties on campus. You had never had the opportunity to go there before, so it was a first for you. Luckily, the fraternity wasn't that far away, so you decided to walk there, the walk took about ten minutes at the most, and the closer you got to the place, the louder you could hear the music. By the time you got to your destination, you could already see some people outside smoking while chatting, shoveling or trying to get inside the fraternity but ending up getting kicked out. It wasn't until your turn came that Hitch decided to speak up.

“Yo Oli, Glenne, and Y/N, we're on the list. By the way, can you tell Jeff that I arrived with my friend. Sarah is here on behalf of Mitch.”

You saw the named Oli was looking for your names in the guest list before opening the door and clearing out to let you in, all before replying :

“Girls you can come in but the team members still haven't arrived.”

“Damn! Guess we'll have to wait a little longer Sarah.”

“But ... but speak for yourself!”

With a smile on your face after Glenne’s remark and Sarah's reaction, it wasn't until the three of you entered that you realized how much you had underestimated the volume of the music before, maybe because it was somewhat contained. But now you could literally feel the ground vibrating with bass. The house was spacious but you felt like there was no room to move. The dark room was hot, sticky, and smelled of alcohol, weed, perfume, cologne, sweat and everything you'd expect from a room of drunk young adults. There were people everywhere. Some on the stairs, a good group kissing on the couch. The shy ones stood aside at the sides of the room, shouting their way through the conversations. There wasn't much dancing... or at least what you would consider dancing. Drunken, lazy movements, pairs squashed against each other, twisting awkwardly. They probably didn't feel embarrassed, to be fair.

“By the way,” You shouted so that the girls could hear you, “How do you know Jeff?”

“Oh that! We fucked together once or twice! And I can tell you that he's a beast in bed! I even think there'll be a third time tonight because I'm planning to get-”

"The team's here!" Someone managed to shout over the music. Just like that, everyone's attention was on the door, cheering the arrival of the boys. You couldn't understand what was going on, because it was so fast. You could make out some of the team members, like Mitch or Adam, but the one who was attracting everyone's attention, including yours, because you couldn't deny that his aura was attractive, was their captain, Harry Styles, who was pushed by the crowd, along with the rest of the boys, by a horde of men of the same size who were all hitting them on the back, shouting things in their ears and slapping them on the chest. A more primitive masculinity.

“Wow! I don't think I've ever been to a party as big as this one!” Screamed Sarah. “There are so many people I don't know!”

“Anyway, if one thing's for sure, it's that tonight we're getting fucked uuuup!” Exclaimed Glenne while raising her arms in the air, heading towards the bar, followed closely by you.

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You were into your sixth shot, at least that's what you thought, having stopped counting for quite a while. As for Glenne, she was already in the process of placing her order, not wasting a moment. Sarah was with Mitch, who had finally been able to join her after running away from the horde of people who kept cheering and trying to get them drunk. In the end, you found yourself alone with Glenne who had made the wise decision to do a series of shots in one go, training you with her.

“Glenne! There you are!” Shouted a voice in the distance. “I haven't stopped looking for you. Glad you could come!”

You both turned around to see a tall man with a black hair and beard, pulled back. You assumed it was Jeff because of the way Glenne threw himself at him and hugged him in a more than friendly manner.

“Jeff, this is my friend and roommate I told you about.” She said as she pronounced your name.

“Nice to meet you. I hope you are having fun and enjoying the party.” He said with a smile.

“Thank you for receiving me and congratulations for your victory.”

“Haha thank you! You are welcome anyway. Glenne’s friends are also my friends. If you need anything don't mind and the drinks are on me.”

“Honey, do you mind if Jeff and I are leaving you for a bit?” Glenne questioned you while holding on to Jean's arm and staring at you with her famous beady dog eyes.

“No worries. Just go.”

“Okay! See you later!” She giggled before walking away with Jeff.

You watched them get lost in the middle of the crowd, going to do what they had to, and continued to observe what everyone in the room was doing, but it was typical of a party; everyone was doing what they wanted to do without looking at each other. And now you found yourself alone, you thought, in a party where you didn't know anyone. And you hated it. Might as well get drunk while I'm at it, since the drinks are free. You thought. And that's when you decided to go back to the bartender to place your order, which was a Vodka Tonic.

“There are so many better options than that.” A voice next to you interrupted you in your command. It's the same guy as before, Harry. You didn't even notice he was next to you.

“Like what?” You replied, staring at him. He had a lot of nerve. He raised an eyebrow and stared at you for a few seconds, detailing every inch of your face, without the slightest embarrassment. He shrugged his shoulders and turned towards you.

“I can offer you a sip of my drink, I made it.” He affirmed while handing you his glass.

“And why would I accept a drink from a complete stranger?”

“Taking your precautions, I see.” He added with a smile on the corner. “Good girl.”

You turned in his direction to get a better look at his face. His outfit consisted of black jeans, a high collar of the same color that perfectly outlined his muscles and a vintage leather jacket also in black. He had his brown hair messed up naturally due to his curls. Not to mention his bright green eyes that were busy restyling your bare legs without any shame. His eyes were slightly red and he smelled a mixture of weed, tobacco, aromatic spices and vanilla. When you looked at him again, he gave you a cheeky smile.

“I am Harry. I have never seen you before.” You gave him your name, which he repeated at least three times, always with a smile on his face.

“How many times are you going to repeat my name?”

“Let's say that this is my way of remembering the names of people I've just met.” He replied. “Nice to meet you.” He says to you while getting closer to you so that he can communicate with the music and the number of people, all the while leaving you your private space. “Are you new?”

“No. It's just that I've never been to this kind of party before.”

“I see, you're not a party girl.”

“I didn't say I was not a party girl.” You answered on the defensive, hating that someone who just met you was trying to study you. “I just said I've never been to a party like that. That's all.” You added to that by taking a sip of your drink.

“My apologies. Chill out. It's not a bad thing not to go out at night.” He defended himself by laughing slightly. “I would have remembered a face like yours if I had met you at another party, but you don't tell me anything.”

You didn't answer him, rolling your eyes so much he was starting to get on your nerves. So that was Harry Styles? You began to wonder how people could find him so attractive because apart from his physique, his personality, or at least the words you had just exchanged with him, you had left a bitter aftertaste of him. You were about to tell him his four truths to his face when a voice called him from afar, asking him to come and join them.

“I would be there.” He informed you, pointing you in the direction you were going. “Anyway, whatever your lifestyle is, it was nice to meet you.”

He said, repeating your first name, his famous smile on his face. You wondered why he had pointed you in his direction as if you were going to join him. Arrogant bastard. You thought. You didn't like to judge people from the first meeting, but you had to admit that the first impression he left you of him wasn't the best one. However, you decided not to pay attention to it, giving him the benefit of the doubt. You still had to admit that he was interesting. Without giving it any more thought, you decided to go back to the counter and order a couple of shots. At the same time, you took your phone out to check if you had received a message from the girls, which you did.

Sarah's message said : "I'm still with Mitch, don't worry. Have fun and get to know someone."

Glenne’s message was shorter and more direct: "Still busy. Go get fucked ! Kisses !"

You smiled at their messages. At least they were having a good time. You put your phone away without answering them, concluding that you were going to have to hang out here for a while longer.

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You opened the door, hoping that this time you wouldn't run into people having sex, and your joy was even greater when you saw that this was not the case and that you had found the room you were looking for: the kitchen. Lucky for you, it was empty. You couldn't hold back a sigh that went through your lips, and as you ventured in and made sure to close the door behind you, you filled a large glass of water that you drank in one gulp. You weren't drunk, far from it, your tolerance to alcohol was good, even better than some people you knew. But you couldn't deny the fact that you were slightly tipsy. And only when you thought you were alone and had lit your joint, found by a guy you didn't know at all, did you hear the kitchen door open. And it wasn't until you turned around to see who was the person who had dared to interrupt your moment of peace that you realized it was Harry. Again. You decided to lean on the worktop, still staring at it. Spitting the smoke out of your mouth, you waited for him to make the first move. Which he did.

“You smoke? Didn't expect that from you.” He commented as he approached you, always leaving you your private space.

“And why? We hardly know each other. For an hour at the most. Of course you didn't know that.”

You watched him adopt your position, leaning on the kitchen island counter in front of you.

“I only smoke from time to time. Occasionally, it's not really my thing but when the mood is there, 'might as well enjoy it.” You continued. “It was one of your friends, Pauli, I think, who rolled it for me.” You said, trying to remember the name of the guy in question, with a hint of pride in your voice.

At the same time you decided to lean on your hands so that you could sit on the kitchen counter, tired of having been standing for so long. You saw Harry always looking at you with his childlike smile before asking you :

“Can I have a hit?”

“What about football? I thought you were doing drug tests and that the staff was paying attention to that.”

You saw Harry nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders, although he must have thought you were right.

“Let's just say the coach tells you to be careful. He says. Plus, we just won tonight's game. The coach is aware that we need to relax before preparing for our next game. Just a puff or two.”

You bit your lower lip, not quite convinced, but still, you gave him the joint. You weren't his mother, and from the smell and the look in his eyes, it certainly wasn't his first joint. You looked at him, in amazed silence, as he put it gently on his lips, before taking a slow, deep breath. This gesture lasted only a few seconds before exhaling the whole thing, his eyebrows frowning as he watched the smoke coming out of his mouth. Something in the tranquility of his face, in the beauty and simplicity of his profile, or in the strands of hair that fell back on his face left you speechless and you could understand why people were so attracted to him.

“What? He asked you while spitting out a new puff of smoke with a smirk on his face. “Are you just high?” He asked after a few moments, a hint of fun in his tone.

“No, not yet.”

“Good...” He said, looking at his eyes again. They were beautifully dark, half lit by the moonlight. “It's good to talk to each other without the noise of earlier.” He said he after a long pause to inhale a new puff before resuming. “To tell the truth, I even thought you hated me because of the face you were pulling when I was talking to you.”

“To be honest, I'm still figuring out if I like you or not. And my expression was the right one.”

“Shit, and I was going to blame it on the music and the noise that was going on.” He answered you with a touch of irony and sarcasm in his voice, always with his famous smile.

You nodded your head before retorting :

“But it's okay, you're not as bad as I thought. I would even say that you seem to be a good person.” You hesitated before continuing, biting your lower lip, a habit that followed you when you felt uncomfortable. And then you threw yourself, blaming the amount of alcohol you'd consumed. “And you're fucking handsome.” Which is a weight that weighs in your favor on the scale. You added by bringing a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

You saw Harry gently licking his lips while watching yours.

“You too, love”. He answered with his british accent you while approaching you after inhaling a puff. “You caught my eye as soon as I met you.”

As the smoke began to dissipate, you leaned towards him even more. Harry blew out what was left, then gave you a little peck on the cheek before letting go of your face. The feeling of his lips against your skin, mixed with the feeling of weightlessness that was beginning to be felt, made you smile from ear to ear. None of you would deny moving, yet you heard him whisper to you :

“We can stop here if you want. I won't force you to do anything.”

You could feel the sincerity in the tone of his voice. This Harry standing in front of you had nothing to do with the arrogant guy you met at the corner of the bar a few hours ago. No, this Harry was sweet and kind, waiting for your answer to tell you what his next move would be. You were a little confused yourself, here you are in the middle of a kitchen with the quarterback of the university soccer team, with whom you had just smoked a joint and who was asking for much more than that. You couldn't deny it, Harry was hot. By the way, the last time you got laid was a long time ago and left you hungry. A quick one-night stand with a local guy you met on your last night before your exams. Refusing such an opportunity would be stupid, and the level of alcohol in your blood gave you enough confidence to give him your answer.

“Actually, I want to...” You whisper loud enough for him to hear you.

You could feel his hand sliding down your neck while the other one was sneaking into the hollow of your loins and he was sticking much closer to you while leaning towards your face and brushing his lips against yours. You had the reflex to wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. You sighed deeply into his mouth, shivers of pleasure and panic filled you. He must have felt it, as you felt his lips curl into a slight smile, proud of the effect he was having on your body. The kiss that started out as a soft kiss quickly turned into something strong, raw, impetuous and passionate within a quarter of a second. Harry hadn't waited to cross the barrier of your lips and stick his tongue in your mouth. You felt your hair shiver and a sigh escaped from your lips. A gentle buzz of contentment rose from the back of his throat as his hands slipped, as he clamored for you, hungry, intense, but restrained by his faltering will. Until his hands, with a clean mind, danced on the back of your neck and his fingertips were in your hair, grasping them firmly but painlessly to gain control of the situation. From that moment on, everything seemed to rush with a fervor that didn't exist before. You clung to his shoulders while your other hand rested on his firm chest. His hands first slid around your waist, his arms locking around you so that his body curved perfectly into yours. Then he allowed them to explore further, and pushed his fingers into the fleshy muscle of your thighs, encouraging your legs to spread.

What the fuck am I doing !? You thought. You were really about to have sex with the most coveted boy on campus, in a kitchen in the middle of a party full of people. Nevertheless, you decided not to think too much about it. You wanted him, your body wanted him, and you decided to let the situation lead you. Come what may.

Harry pressed you harder against him, and you couldn't stop. Your tongues swirled greedily around each other, your breaths and your saliva mixed. Little by little, he began to tear off his soft lips and his kisses descended further down, along your jaw, while his leg rested between your thighs, his knee beginning to rub against you. He lifted your head slightly and lowered it even lower, toward your neck. You fought hard to maintain your restraint, letting only faint sighs be heard as he chewed on your skin, still rubbing his knee against your inner thighs.

“Don't hold back, love.” He murmured against your neck, feeling his warm breath settling on it. “Let me hear your screams.”

And so you did, letting every sound and cry escape from your lips, savoring the moment without caring what others might think. You felt your body trembling against his, and his lips moving up towards your face, leaving a line of kisses and bites starting with your neck, your jaw, and finally coming to tease your lower lip. Nevertheless, reluctantly, you felt him stop in his gesture and observe you.

“What?”

“The door. I'll be right back.”

You saw him walk towards the kitchen door to lock it, making sure that no one would dare to interrupt you in this intimate moment. And you thanked him mentally, saving you from a situation that could have been embarrassing. So you saw him turn back and redirect himself towards you, watching you with his green plums, as if he was staring at you. You waited for him to pick up where you left off, but he did not. On the contrary, he said to you :

“I'd like to do something but I need to know if you agree.” He told you in his hoarse, smooth voice, and when he stood between your legs you could even feel his erection against your entrance, while holding your thighs firmly and feeling his fingers digging into your flesh.

“What exactly?”

“Just trust me.” He reassured you by caressing your thighs. “So? Is it yes or no?”

“Okay...”

You then saw him sticking his forehead against yours, still caressing your thighs, while he approached your face to kiss you again, this time in a softer way, bringing your sexes closer together until they stuck together. That's when you felt him push you slightly back, forcing you to let go of your hands previously placed on his neck to lean on the work surface. His mouth became detached from yours and you could see him slowly descend to the entrance of your legs. You bit your lower lip, understanding the situation. You felt him inhale and exhale inside your legs, feeling his warm breath caressing your skin, before adding :

“Open up those long legs for me, love.”

You obeyed his orders, your mouth began to dry, feeling your excitement rising, and what followed left you speechless. He grabbed your thighs with his hands, spread your legs and positioned himself in the center, starting by depositing a rain of kisses inside your thighs, licking and biting certain places, which did not fail to make you react by releasing some murmurings escaped from your lips. You would bend over when you felt his hand caressing your intimacy through your panties. He straightened up slightly and grabbed the elastic of your panties. His gesture was so slow and sensual that your eyes met.

Oh the bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing. He gave you an irresistible little smile and lowered the garment down your legs. You blew his name while leaning as best you could on the worktop and the piece of cloth was quickly removed. You breathed a lascivious sigh and nodded discreetly to give him your approval. You wanted it, and you wanted him. Slowly you spread your thighs apart and Harry put them on his shoulders, leaned in between and with the tip of his tongue, went to caress your intimate lips. It was like an electric shock for you, which bent you again while feeling your muscles tighten and a desire to be born in the hollow of your belly. You had the sensation of burning inside while it was only caressing you on the outside. Satisfied with his reaction, with his thumbs, he spread your lips to engulf his tongue in your moisture. You let out a little scream and while he was caressing you and going through the inside of your sex, you clung even more to the work surface, feeling sensations as strong as each other. But you felt something much stronger coming up inside you, something powerful, ready to explode. He went to tease your clitoris with his thumb to give more effect and he inserted a finger inside you to accentuate his caresses. Your whole body became much tighter, your legs trembled, your pelvis moved on its own, moving against Harry’s mouth and you moaned louder and louder. Your breathing became jerky, your heart was pulsing like crazy in your chest and you felt yourself exploding from the inside. Harry withdrew while licking his lips and lowered your legs. You found yourself languishing, certain that you had never felt this way before. Harry liked the redness on your cheeks, and also liked seeing you out of breath, the pleasure on his face, and his veiled eyes. Such a face pleased him and it was just for him, thanks to him. So he had no desire to stop, far from it. He wanted you more strongly, but he still intended to take a little on himself.

“Holy shit!” You murmured as soon as you could catch your breath.

You saw him smiling at you again and bending over to kiss you when knocks on the door interrupted you, breaking up your moment of intimacy at the same time.

“Oi! Who's inside?! And who locked the kitchen?!” You heared shouting through the door, still knocking fiercely.

“Oi! Adam! Shut the fuck up and stop! You're gonna break the door!” Harry screams as he turns his head.

“Harry?! Are you in there?! We've been looking for you mate! Get out of there! We need you in the living room!”

You saw him roll his eyes and lean towards you to put a light kiss on the hollow of your lip, giving you a sorry smile while holding you your panties tight to put them back on.

“Harry, I...”

“Doesn't matter, love.” He interrupted you. “I wanted to take care of you tonight. Don't feel obligated to return the favor. And honestly,” He said, leaning towards you, “I wanted to know what you tasted like.”

You saw him walk to the door after making sure you were properly dressed and then he finally picked the lock on the door and opened it, coming face to face with Adam who felt embarrassed looking at you, realizing he had just interrupted you. Harry asked him, slightly frustrated to have been interrupted.

“What do you want, Adam?”

“Um,” He began, a little embarrassed. “We need you downstairs.”

“Who's we?” Harry asked directly.

“Me, Charlotte, Ny Oh and a few others. We want to beer pons and we want you on our team since you're good at this game...”

Adam walked away, looking at you. You smiled back at him, out of politeness but still embarrassed to have been caught and frustrated at the same time not to have had more.

“I mean, if you're busy, I can find someone else-”

“No, that's okay.” Harry sighed. “Well, hope we can see each other later.” Harry said to you as he said your name, he turned his head towards you and made sure to look directly into your eyes.

“See ya.”

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onedirectionimagines · 2 years

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Do you guys know how to get back your writing from a non registered work on tumblr :) because I just lost my work that I spent the last hours working on :))))))🫠🫠

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onedirectionimagines · 2 years

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Masterlist

Total work: 4

Harry Styles

Week-end Part I*

Business trip with the enemy*

High Part I*

Can do better for a help

Note: *indicates smut.

#masterlist #harry styles masterlist #one direction masterlist #Harry Styles #one direction #love on tour #fine line #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader

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onedirectionimagines · 2 years

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Can do better for a help

Warning: language, nsfw content, angst.

Pairing: Boyfriend! Harry x reader.

Note: This was a request.

Please don’t kill me I know I’m supeeeer late but what can I say, my life was kind of a mess lately due to different personal reasons and I had to isolate myself a bit (a lot I know ; . ; ) to take care of my mental health. I’m still writing part 2 of Week-end and I will post it as soon as possible! Meanwhile I’ll give you this request to wait for me :) Requests are open! And take care of yourselves guys physically and mentally and eat your vegies :)

“Can you do some angst where harry’ss stressed or something and shouts at y/n for being lazy or something but shed been tidying and making his favorite dinner all day .we live for angst in this house.”

You knew Harry by heart and you knew that when he was holding his guitar without playing any notes, when he woke up earlier than usual, when he spent his time holding his notebook without being able to write anything down, and when he couldn't sleep... all these things indicated that he was stressed.

But you could have guessed that. Harry had always been a perfectionist, his last album released and topped on the charts, not to mention his tour finished after sales and acclaim, everything had been a success, but Harry knew that having succeeded meant he had to do better, that he had no room for error in order to continue his momentum. But forcing himself would not lead to anything. He knew that, especially when inspiration didn't come, but he also knew that he had expectations to meet and he shouldn't disappoint everyone.

You hated seeing him torture himself like that and you felt helpless because it's not like you could pull a song out of your magic hat. But at least you could help him in another way. So you thought there was nothing like making him his favorite meal for dinner, running him a nice hot bath and ending the night in bed. Tonight you were going to take care of him in your own way.

You yourself were working a lot, the company you worked for relied heavily on you and the overtime was routine and even though you loved what you did, no one liked to work so much. But you did it because no saint would come and pay your bills at the end of the month.

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So here you are, running a hot bath for Harry after getting off work at 6pm when you were supposed to be off at 5pm. A day when your boss had yelled at you for a file that took a long time, when your presentation didn't please the investors, and when your computer crashed... Shitty day. Not to mention the fact that you couldn't find the ingredients to prepare the meal and had to go to several supermarkets. But finally and after several obstacles, you were able to finish the preparation of the sweetcorn, tacos, and Brussels sprouts that were warm in the oven while you poured the relaxing oils and made the bubbles of Harry's bath rise. You decided to check the time on your watch, 9:20pm, he would surely be back soon.

As soon as you said that, you heard the door open and Harry's footsteps echoing down the hallway. You couldn't help but smile because even though you were exhausted, you were happy to help Harry relax a bit.

"What the fuck happened here?!" You heared Harry screaming from the kitchen.

"I made dinner! Sit down it's ready!" You replied as you walked over to him and saw the look on his face, you knew he wasn't in the mood...

"Sit where? Have you seen the kitchen?! It's a fucking mess! Y/N seriously!"

"I was cooking but I-"

"If the kitchen is going to be this dirty, don't bother! Y/N I work all day and come home tired you could at least leave the house clean or clean it up instead of being so lazy!"

"I work too!" You answer her by raising your voice slightly

"But not as much as me! I didn't ask you to do anything! Just to clean up and not be so fucking messy and lazy! Oh for fuck' sake!" He finally shouted

You were speechless at the words he had just said and you felt the tears welling up. So you answered angrily while feeling the tears flowing.

"Harry, I'm fucking working too! From morning to night! And even if I have a crappy day, I never treat you bad! I wanted to help you relax by making you dinner and running you a bath but I didn't have time to clean up the kitchen since I just arrived home to cook and make you a bath since I had a shitty day too! But I'm taking it upon myself to try and help you! So I'm far from being lazy! Fuck what is wrong with you!" You said in one go

And it's by looking at Harry's reaction that you felt that the message had been passed and that he had just realized the way he had treated you.

"I...God Y/N I'm so sorry babe I didn't mean what I said. I know damn right how hard you work and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry it's just that with the record company and the fact that I don't have anything to offer them yet as the date is approaching I'm stressed. Excuse me love" he begged you holding your face in his hands while wiping your tears from his shoots.

"It's okay. I understand Harry. The food will get cold though. I'll clean the kitchen after."

"I'll take care of the kitchen. Right now I'm hungry for something else and then you said you ran a bath, might as well enjoy it together love." He says to you while kissing your neck while lifting you up while heading to the bathroom.

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onedirectionimagines · 2 years

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can you do some angst where harrys stressed or something and shouts at y/n for being lazy or somthing but shed been tidying and making his favourite dinner all day .we live for angst in this house.

Hey sorry for not answering earlier. It’s just that I am super busy and I didn’t forget you guys! I will do it! And finish the other series please be patient!

Xox

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onedirectionimagines · 2 years

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I was wondering if you have done a part 2 to week-end ?

if not can you write one, please?

Of course I will! I’m currently working on it and I’ll try to post it as soon as possible ! Thank you for your patience and for like it so much!

I really appreciate it! Take care ! Xx

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Business trip with the enemy

Warning: language, nsfw content, smut.

Pairing: ennemies to lovers! Harry x reader.

Note: This was a request. Hope you guys like it! :)

“How about Harry and Y/N are coworkers sent on a business trip together and has to share one bed in the hotel room.“

Requests are open! Enjooy!

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"No."

"It's only for two days-"

"I said no. There's no way I'm spending just one minute with him! Two days! Not happening."

You answer by crossing your arms firmly and maintaining the eye contact with your boss who was by the same occasion a close friend. Hold the eye contact. A kind of territorial game to show the opponent that you would not bend, that it was your territory and that you were going to defend it, a game of who will piss on whose turf basically. Keeping the eye contact on your face so you wouldn't give up and God knew how much you didn't want to. Oh no, you didn't.

Right now, you were defending what little mental stability you had left. In fact, the day had started well, you had just been promoted as head of the marketing team of the company you were working for, which meant a bonus, an office all to yourself, authority and more respect, well deserved after the effort and work you were doing. Your boss, and long-time friends at the same time, had also informed you that you would be in charge of representing the company during a business trip with important clients in order to sign a contract that would be very profitable for the company. I mean, who would say no to an all expenses paid trip to Italy, the mildness and the nice weather of Milan would change you a bit from the coldness and the gray weather of London.

Everything was perfect, except for one point, a stain that came to spoil this dreamy picture: a certain coward named Harry. Coward is a bit of a strong word, of course, but you couldn't frame it. He may have been the nice guy at work, the nice colleague that everyone liked, but you couldn't stand him. He was your main rival at work, and the two of you fought over just about everything, as if it was a competition of who had the biggest balls. Whether it was the best presentation of the new product to sell, who would work the most overtime, or who would get to the print shop first. It was all about competition with him, and for the moment you were leading the game, having surpassed him with your promotion. The game had been close and finally, the balance tipped in your favor thanks to the intervention of the boss who had chosen you. No favoritism, no, but he had seen how hard you were working since you started as a trainee.

Well, being friends with the boss had its advantages, but right now, you wouldn't have refused to take out the buddy card with him in order to avoid the situation you were in, but you knew that this was unprofessional and impossible. Indeed, the two-day trip to Milan turned out to be a poisoned chalice, as the package included Harry motherfucking Edwards Styles. The solo trip was a two-people trip, and you didn't want to go with him, for the sake of your sanity and Harry's sanity. Nevertheless, your boss was firm about it. See who would give in first. Hold the eye contact.

"I'm not asking you to be friends with him, just to put up with you while you sign a deal for the company. One of the most important ones of the year."

"Can't you send someone else?"

"No way. This is about sending my two best people. These clients are important and signing this contract is much more important." Afformed your boss, holding his gaze and resting his arms on the table before replying. "So you'll do me the favor of putting your pride away for two seconds and being as professional as he is-"

"What? What do you mean? As professional as him?"

"In fact, Harry was informed about the trip and he agreed to travel with you going without a fuss."

Of course he did, because he wants to be more sympathetic, well-liked and professional. The asshole. But you could see right through his game and you weren't going to let it go that easy.

"Of course because he wants you to think he's the most social, the most likeable, the nicest-"

"You're overreacting a bit." Your boss stood up and moved closer, facing your ever-present scowl on your face before opening the door and adding. "The discussion is closed. You will both go to Milan to sign this contract."

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"This better be a joke."

Those were the only words that left your mouth as you discovered your hotel room. Your only hotel room. Because yes, here you were in Milan with Harry for two days. You had told yourself that you could cash in, two days would pass quickly if you didn't cross paths, except for the professional part of the trip, the rest of the time each one would be in his room and nobody would see the other. Except that... well, there was only one room booked. And as misfortune never comes alone, the room in question included a double bed. Sharing a room with Harry was one thing, but sharing a bed with him. Definitely not happening.

"Well, I guess you get the couch and I get the bed." Harry informed you, pushing you slightly to enter the hotel room and drop his bag while you were still frozen in front of the front door, unable to move.

"In your dreams, Styles!” You answer by throwing your bag on the bed, as if to mark your territory. The bed belonged to you and you weren't going to flinch. "You sleep on the couch!"

"Where did your feminism go? I thought you wanted to be treated as my equal, colleague, so no favoritism just because you're a woman. We're equals after all, aren't we?" he asked, smiling slightly at you. God, you hated his smirk and you just wanted to throw your weight on his face. That would make him laugh less.

"Asshole. You think that-"

"I'm kidding." He interrupted you before continuing. "You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the couch. I’m not thrilled about it, but my mother raised me properly." He replied, starting to unpack his clothes from his bag.

"I wouldn't have agreed to sleep on the couch anyway.” You answer by doing the same.

"A thank you would have been enough." Harry says to you before hearing him gasp and resume. "Y/N. Look, I'm not happy about this situation any more than you are, believe me. Besides, if I had the choice, I would never have chosen you to spend the night with. You're not really my type and you yell too much."Asshole, you thought. "But we're here, so we might as well do what we have to do and try to put up with each other the rest of the time."

"Deal. I hope you don't snore or I'll kill you in your sleep."

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You couldn’t sleep. You tried to change your position, change the side of your pillow, but nothing made it. Harry on his side did not move, you wondered if he slept because the position in which he was was very uncomfortable. His head was resting uncomfortably on the end of the couch and his feet were sticking out, being too tall and the couch was too small for him. It took you several minutes to finally start to feel your eyes close.

You had no idea what time it was, nor how many minutes had passed since you had fallen asleep. Nevertheless, when you opened your eyes, you could tell that it was still late at night, the moon was still full and the stars were still twinkling. However, you felt a slight breeze caressing your face. The window was wide open and Harry was standing there in his boxers smoking a cigarette while admiring the moon. The moonlight only half lit his face and you couldn't help but admire his side profile. His face was relaxed and his features were drawn, probably because of fatigue. His profile was attractive, a well defined jaw, a luscious mouth... You hated to admit it to yourself but Harry was an attractive man. Certainly, unbearable that you could not calculate him but, damn. He was attractive. You saw him take one last puff before putting out his cigarette, throwing it away and closing the windows. And, when he turned around, your eyes met, the scene lit only by the rays of the moon that spun across the room.

"You’re not sleeping?" He asked you in a whisper.

"And you?"

"Nah. The sofa isn’t the most comfortable." The two of you stared into each other's eyes for a moment, him standing, still in his boxers, and you half standing, your back resting on the mor, the covers falling down to your hips. A silence fell between you before Harry resumed. "Normally, this is the part where you offer me to share the bed with you."

"That’s not gonna happen."

He didn't answer you and instead walked over to the couch where you saw him grab his pillow and blanket before moving to the bed where you were sleeping.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Shuut! I'm trying to sleep, can't you tell? I've been nice but there's no way I'm going to break my neck for your eyes."

"What's wrong with you? Go away. Go back to sleep on the sofa!" You shouted, hitting him hard and continuously with your pillow until he grabbed both your arms with his hands.

"Y/N. Does my presence bother you that much?"

He asks me this as he scrutinizes me.

“Yes!”

“I’m serious now Y/N.”

"No… That’s not what I meant."

"Then I'll stay."

My heart is now sambaing in my chest. Get over yourself, not liking Harry is one thing but being in the same bed with him, in a hotel room in the middle of Italy, him in a boxers, is something else. I remain a woman and Harry remains an attractive man. We stayed in the same position, him holding my arms, looking at each other, and I saw him lick his lips before smiling and leaning his head towards mine while probing me with his green eyes. He leaned forward slightly and his face came closer to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my lips and I, like an idiot, didn't move.

The next moment I felt his mouth brush against mine, then a light pressure, like a chaste kiss, and he withdrew. But only by a few millimeters, not moving away any more. Our eyes were still in each other and I passed my tongue over my slightly dry lips all of a sudden. I didn't understand anything anymore and strangely enough, I wasn't trying to understand and I didn't want to.

"Now, tell me Y/N. Would it really kill you if we kiss?"

The next moment I felt his hand on my cheek and his lips on mine, kissing me wildly as he moved, straddling my legs, his other hand going to the back of my neck. He became insistent in his kiss and with the tip of his tongue, passed the barrier of my lips.

All accelerated then, he traversed of his tongue all the interior of my mouth and I let myself simply involve. Lacking breath, his lips separated from mine, the time to take a breath of air and he started again to the load. If anyone had ever told me that Harry Styles would kiss me, I would have laughed in the face of the person who would advance it.

His tongue wrapped around mine, our saliva and breath mixing, he nibbled my bottom lip every now and then and his hand at the back of my neck went down the shirt I was wearing to slide underneath in a slow caress that made me shiver. I could feel his fingertips caressing my skin so tenderly, gently. It was as if he was having fun making arabesques on it that was intoxicating.

His other hand slipped into my hair and he pulled my head back slightly, his warm wet lips then slipped into my neck and he placed a tons of kisses. I moaned softly and pursed my lips, avoiding my voice.

But immediately he nibbled my skin and I could not help but let out a little moan. Then he licked the place he had pinched with his teeth and slipped his mouth to my ear.

"Your little moans are very pleasant you know..." He whispers to me.

He's delirious my word and then what's with the teasing personality? Haa he nibbles my earlobe, I close my eyes. This guy knew exactly what he was doing, what he wanted and how to get it.

His hands slid down my bare legs and strangely enough, I didn't even feel the blanket anymore. But already I wasn't thinking about that anymore, his torrid kisses settled all over my neck to the point of making me lose my mind. My little moans were getting past the lips of my mouth, my heart was doing the samba in my ribcage and my breathing was getting a little ragged. His hands caressed the skin of my thighs that he raised besides, sliding of this fact his hands towards my ass. His glance crossed mine and he forsook my legs which went down automatically. While placing his mouth on mine to kiss me with ardor, he slipped his hands on my arms, caressing them slowly and then raised them. While his tongue was roaming the inside of my mouth, I felt him clamp my wrists with one hand as if in a vice against the other, my eyes opened again, not understanding such an act.

He pulled away from my lips and while looking at me, lifted the T-shirt I was wearing, my heart racing as he slowly pulled the fabric up higher and higher and with one hand bared my chest.

"Harry...what are you doing?"

"Just a precaution."

"Why?"

"It's so easy to read you, Y/N."

He tightened his grip. I couldn't reason there anymore, but already his hands were roaming my body, sliding over my skin like a soft touch. I shivered and the tips of my breasts rose and hardened.

I felt one of Harry's hands caress one of my breasts, and his fingers play with it. On the other pink tip, I felt his wet tongue and moaned, softly. Harry put my nipple in his mouth, I could feel his warm breath, his wet tongue, his teeth playing with it while with his fingers he was still groping my other little piece of flesh. My moans grew slightly louder, my breath became short and my sex swelled with pleasure.

"Harry..." I moaned.

I saw him straighten his head, little smirk on his face, holy cow, he knows exactly what he's doing.

"You're reacting pretty strongly."

"I..."

"And I like it."

What did he just say? No that's impossible, he couldn't have pulled something like that out. He passed his hands on my belly tenderly, I shivered even more and he passed them then under my ass that he raised.

I found myself arms in the air on the mattress, hands above my head, legs raised to the maximum and I offered him my ass. As much to say that this position is rather embarrassing, especially that he kept his hands on the back of my thighs so that I do not lower my legs. The idiot, he had also removed my panties. He lowered his face, his strands caressed my thighs and my skin and I felt his tongue at the opening of my pussy lips and he engulfed it. The effect was overwhelming and I threw my head back, moaning louder. Harry didn't stop, going into the smallest of my folds, thrusting in more and more with his tongue. Giving occasional strokes on my clitoris, making the pleasure that runs through my body rise. My legs in the air are stretched to the extreme.

"Harry.... I'm going.... to cum..." I shouted, rising to a high pitch.

He didn't pull back, he didn't respond, and I felt his tongue grow more active, his hands tightened on my thighs and my screams grew louder. My body tensed, I rubbed my hands against the mattress and then my whole body relaxed as I screamed a final, much louder cry. With my breath erratic and my heart rapidly pounding in my chest and my body more relaxed than ever, Harry lowered my legs, one after another.

"Harry..." I sighed.

"Scream it. "

And as he said this, he insinuated two fingers into me, I opened my eyes wide, my voice clipped as he already withdrew his fingers to push them in much further.

"Scream my name Y/N."

He repeated his act and I began to scream, but not his name so he started again, a little more abruptly and I said his name, but not loud enough as he intimated "scream" again. He continued, again and again, with his other hand, with his thumb, he played with my vulva. It lasted I don't know how long, I repeated his name, as he asked me, I submitted to him, something I had never done before and after a long time, I came again. Very slowly and I quoted his name, a little harder while releasing myself.

He withdraws his fingers to lick them, I miss my head on the side, short of breath, two orgasms in so little time is too much for me. I feel Harry's hands on my thighs, he lies on top of me when the moment before he was on his knees, I felt his breath in my ear.

"You look cute blushing like that."

I saw him smile, his irresistible smirk, he straightened up, got on his knees and I saw him pull his boxers down over his thighs, his member erect, proud. Big, hard and he positioned it against my vulva by sticking his pelvis to mine. With one blow, his hands on my hips, he penetrated me. I pushed a cry so much the effect is lightning while already he withdrew to repeat his act, going much further in me. I threw my head back, it was as if he filled my sex completely, going towards my belly inside. He could break me if he wanted to, but already he is making his assaults, strong, fast, hitting me from inside and I was screaming, screaming, screaming. It was so powerful and good. I loved the feeling, I loved feeling his wiggles that gave me untold pleasure.

"Fuck Y/N... I'm cumming..."

"Me too... Aah..."

He pulled me even closer to him, I could feel his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer to him as he slapped our skins together. He told me to call out his name, once more, and I obeyed, calling out his name louder and louder, relentlessly. I heard him growl and he picked up the pace as if it were possible. My body was tense, my sweaty, bound hands gripping the sheet as I felt him come and go in the pit of my stomach. I felt that again, I was going to cum.

I screamed my pleasure, but I heard him moan in a slightly hoarse sound and, he came. I straightened my head to look at him, his was slightly backwards, I could see his breathing jerking, his chest heaving quite rapidly. His heart was beating like crazy as we were both sweating.

He straightened his head and looked at me not with his green eyes. His hands on my ribs while he was still inside me and he sank much deeper, I squealed, matter of factly.

"Harry. We should sleep..." I whispered.

"No babe. You and I are just beginning to play." He replied in an even huskier, warm, low, veiled voice.

I don't know why, but something told me he wasn't about to let me go, that what we had just done was nothing compared to what he had in store for me. We probably wouldn't sleep all night and tomorrow would sting.

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onedirectionimagines · 2 years

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Hi guuuys! Whassuup ?

I wanted to thank you for your support during my first work “Week-end”, and I wanted to ask you:

Should I make a part 2 of it or a part 0 (like a prologue) ?

Or just keep it as a one shot (since that was the original idea, sort of)

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onedirectionimagines · 2 years

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Week-end.

Warning: language, nsfw content, alcohol and drugs.

Pairing: best friend!Harry x reader

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Y/N has always liked to procrastinate, for as long as she can remember. Even though those around her liked to say she was a hard worker and a relentless person, always running around and working, which was partly true, but most because she had to do it. Indeed, the five years of surgical residency were not the easiest and most relaxing. On the contrary, juggling procedures, evaluations, and services meant no sleep, no balanced diet, and no social life. Zero social life was what she had. Her friends were always trying to see her and she did miss the parties where her entire circle of friends would get together, especially when she couldn’t join them because of work. Nevertheless, she knew that it was a blessing in disguise and that the situation would calm down in five years when she would be old and alone… Oh Lord, have mercy.

However, Harry was always there for her and did everything to see her, even if it was only to bring her a real lunch during her break and not what she used to nibble on or when he picked her up after her shift. And that’s exactly what was planned for today. Indeed, she was finishing her shift at 9 pm and Harry had called to tell her that he would pick her up to spend the weekend at his place so that she could have the weekend off and that he wanted to spend some time together while he was still in Los Angeles. Even though they both lived next door to each other, they didn’t see each other as often as they wanted. It was clear that Harry preferred London, after all, it was his home and it was always more customary there than in Los Angeles even though he loved coming and spending time in sunny California, it was a change from the rainy weather in London. Also, even though his family lived in London, most of his friends lived in Los Angeles and you were one of them. In fact, after your medical studies at UCLA, you had spent your internship and now residency years at UCLA University Hospital and Harry was very proud of his girl. He liked to tell people that his best friend was a surgeon, beautiful and smart.

You and Harry had always been close, and despite the distance, you remained so, trying to text, phone call, and video chat with each other as much as possible. Even your families were close, you to his and him to yours. You liked to spend time in Cheshire at Anne’s when you had the chance to take a break from evaluations Gemma was like a sister to you. Harry, on the other hand, loved to call your mother and visit her when he had the chance, considering her a second mother figure. Harry also liked to bring you along on these tours, to unwind a bit and you loved that, traveling with him, supporting him during these performances, this allowed you to create many memories together over time, Italy, Spain …. He also loved to support you and was always excited when you told him about your surgeries, even though most of the time he didn’t understand half of the medical terms you used, but seeing you happy, made him happy. He would tell you about his life as a rock star, and you about your life as a college student, two lives that neither of you could live like the other.

You were perfect for each other, you were on the same wavelength and each of you complimented the other. In fact, those around you - friends, family, and even the tabloids - suspected that the two of you were in love. Jeff and Glenn liked to tease you about it, especially when the four of you were going out, they liked to call it a double date. But your answers were the same, you were friends and nothing else.

It is true that both of you were tactile people, who expressed their affections by touching each other, you called each other by pet names and you already kissed on several occasions, you slept in the same bed, exchanged clothes… but it meant nothing. Until recently, when you started to have feelings for him, thinking it was a one-way street, and finally one night, in the middle of an argument that broke out between the two of you, you told him how you felt about him and he did the same and kissed you in the middle of his kitchen. You thought that after this declaration they lived happily and had many children? well no, life is sometimes a bitch.

The thing that broke the tabloid ideal was the fact that Harry was dating a certain brunette supermodel at the time and chose her over you. This broke you at first, and your friendship took a hit, and after a while and several nights of drinking, you managed to get past this episode, pack up your feelings and tell yourself that your friendship was more important than this. At least, that’s what you believed or wanted to believe.

So, it was 9 pm on that Friday night and you were just finishing changing after a long day at work and getting ready to go out when you felt your phone vibrate, having received a message.

“I’m in front of the hospital waiting for you. H”

You replied that you were on your way, finished getting dressed, greeted some of the staff, and wished them a good evening before getting out and spotting Harry’s Range Rover parked not far from the hospital entrance.

“Hey, you.” You said as he climbed into the passenger side before giving him a tight hug. “How are you doin’ H?”

“Fine. Long day at the studio recording.” Harry replies as he holds you close to him. “Missed you lots, love”. He said to you as he pulled back a little to better observe you while maintaining his grip around your shoulders. Those famous green eyes scanning you and his smile only reminded you how attractive Harry was. “What about you?”

“Good. Aside from a patient who asked me to tell you she loved your last song and a successful appendicitis, I had a pretty quiet day. I’m more than happy to have a weekend off to finally relax. These last few weeks have been hard, especially after Tuesday’s traffic accident.”

“You’ve earned some rest babe. I was planning to stay at my place for the week-end so we can both spend some time together and update each other about what’s going on in our lives.” He said as he ran a hand through his hair. “But first, would you like to order at the drive-thru? I think we’re both too tired to cook. Poke and sushi sound good?”

“Only if there are beers involved.” You reply, putting on your seatbelt.

“There wouldn’t be a Friday night without beers, love.”

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After a good meal, and a few beers, you decided to lie down on the couch, under the covers to watch a movie. You had always loved Harry’s couch, big, soft and squishy, a rich man’s couch basically.

You were lying with all of Harry’s weight on you, he had his head resting on your chest and his hands holding your thighs and waist tightly, while you ran your hand through his curly hair while scrolling through Netflix looking for a romantic comedy that looked interesting. You finally pressed a random choice, too tired to keep looking. After several minutes, your eyes began to close, and fighting the sleep that was beginning to creep up on you became more and more difficult until Harry’s voice woke you up.

“Why’d you stop?” His voice was groggy with exhaustion, hoarse, and with his British accent coming through, he too must have fallen asleep.

“Hm?” You answered with a broken and tired voice.

“Thought you were asleep.”

“Not really. Can you continue to play with my hair? It feels nice.”

You did as he asked and both of you continued to watch the movie even though you didn’t necessarily know what the movie was about, you were both more focused on not sleeping.

“I feel weird that your hair is shorter.” You say, running your hand through her curls. “I was used to your long hair.”

“Me too.” He says, laughing lightly as he tightens his grip on your thigh. “But I had to cut it off for my role in Dunkirk. Besides, it’ll grow back eventually.”

“I like them like this too. It doesn’t change your charm.”

“I thought you had a thing for long hair in guys.” He replied, lifting his head slightly to look you in the eye with a half-smile hanging on his lips.

You felt Harry get up to go to the bathroom and took the opportunity to readjust yourself a little while trying to calm down the beating of your heart which had started to beat strongly. This was not the first time that you and Harry were so intimate, on the contrary, this was a normal situation for both of you, but not since what happened between you two last time. You thought you could do it but now you realized that it was going to be more complicated than you thought. You heard Harry return with two cold beers in his hands. He passed you one and repositioned himself, patting the spot next to him.

“Come here, love.” You walked over to him and felt Harry pulling you into his arms, as you watched the rest of the movie, his head rested on your shoulder, and felt his breath on your ear and the pressure of his fingers on your thigh as he stroked your hair with his other hand and you didn’t remember when you fell asleep.

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It was a sunbeam right in your eyes that woke you up the next day, still a bit out of it, it took you several minutes and grunts to open your eyes and realize that you were no longer in the living room but in Harry’s room. Alone. You don’t remember waking up to go upstairs, so you conclude that Harry must have carried you to his room to sleep and that he must have woken up before you. You always used to sleep together in the same bed, a habit that has lasted forever and Harry was always an early riser, unlike you. Not that you didn’t want to, on the contrary, you would have liked to be the kind of person who woke up early in the morning to go for a run before starting the day, but this was more like torture for you. Besides, you liked sleeping and you liked your bed.

After several minutes of tossing and turning in bed thinking you were going to be able to fall back asleep and scrolling through your phone, you finally decided to get up and go downstairs where you heard Harry violently banging the keys of his piano while letting out a grunt.

“You okay?” You asked as you watched him turn back to you.

“Morning. I’m just trying to write.” He answered you while smiling at you, especially because of your morning face.

You hated to see yourself in the morning but Harry always said you looked beautiful, hair in disarray, dark circles under your eyes and wondering what was going on around you.

“Morning.” You answered with a slight smile. “How is it going?”

“It fucking sucks. There’s coffee in the kitchen babe.”

“Thank you.”

You shuffled to the kitchen, grabbed a mug and poured the coffee in to take a sip and already you felt your eyes open and your brain start to function. If there were three liquids in your system, they would be coffee, tea and beer, being your fuels. You then walked over to Harry and sat down next to him and rested your head on his shoulder while his arm wrapped around your waist and his other hand continued to play a few piano notes. You put your mug on top of the piano and started to play some notes that Harry recognized and accompanied you on.

“I didn’t know you could play Sign of the times on the piano babe.” He said as he placed a kiss on your head before nuzzling his head into your neck.

"I learned a little at a friend’s house party. The alcohol helped too. And then I had a good teacher to teach me how to play the piano the first time. I hear he’s pretty good.” You replied wryly, smiling at him as you took another sip of coffee.

“I’ve also heard he’s hot. What was his name again? I think it started with an H?” Does he say to you tactfully.

“Henry? Hector? I think it was Harold but not quit sure, he was so basic.” You said while giggling seeing Harry’s face when he was beaten at his own game.

“He was so basic.” Harry repeats in a mocking voice. “Anyway, enough writing for today. The weather is so good. We should spend the day swimming in the pool. What do you think?”

“Sounds good to me H.”

“Well, that’s a deal. Let’s get change.” He told you before getting up and going to dress himself.

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You knew you left some swimsuits at his place. In fact, you had a lot of your stuff at his place, and vice versa, this was easier for both of you when you spent time at each other’s place. After searching, you opted for a yellow bikini, Brazilian and one of Harry’s caps. You headed to the garden where you discovered Harry already inside the pool, bathing.

“Look at you, you’re so gorgeous. Work of art.” He said to you with a sigh while putting his arms on the edge of the pool. You couldn’t help but notice how muscular his arms were. He continued to look at you with a smile on his face and his eyes squinted from the sun as you sat on one of the loungers, book in hand.

“What are you doing? What’s the point of wearing a swimsuit if you’re not going to swim?”

“So you can admire my perfect body for example.”

“For example, but I’d rather admire it with you by my side. Come on, come swim with me.”

You lifted your head to look at him with his dog-eyes, begging you with your eyes to accompany him inside the pool. And you knew deep down that you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay but just a dip.” You say as you get up and head towards the pool. But that was without knowing Harry who waited until you stepped into the pool to pull you in, pulling you into the pool. And as you struggled to catch your breath, Harry, who was standing next to you, was dying laughing.

“Asshole! Since when do you attack a defenseless woman!” You say as you throw yourself on his shoulders trying to drown him out.

“Defenseless? You? That’s not the impression you’re giving me right now.” He answers you by not moving. He didn’t care about your strength as a little brute. So he grabbed you by the waist and threw you into the pool again.

And so you spent the rest of the morning fighting in the pool.

The middle of the afternoon started and after eating pizza for lunch, Harry decided he wanted something sweet and that’s how you found yourself in front of a banana bread recipe website trying to reproduce the recipe. You were still wearing your bathing suits, Harry was shirtless while you had put on one of his blue shirts leaving it unbuttoned.

So, after several minutes where you had decided to cook in a clean way while Harry was more of a pain in the ass than an assistant, you were waiting for the banana bread to finish cooking, trying to clean up the mess you had just caused. Indeed, the kitchen looked like nothing, all with Infrumani by Steve Lacy playing in the background.

“I always wanted to spend an afternoon cooking or baking with a person I love.” He told you while throwing the eggshells and banana peels in the trash.

A person he loves. Nevertheless, you didn’t know how to interpret the meaning of the word “love” that he meant or at least you would hope for a specific meaning.

“Look at the mess you made H.” You say, pointing to the whole kitchen counter, covered with flour, sugar, leftover butter and other things.

“The mess that I made!” He replies with a fake shocked look. “I would point out that I was helping you cook.”

“I can’t say you’re the best assistant ever. At pissing me off mostly.”

“But I can make the best banana breads you’ve ever tasted, plus I’m hot while cooking.”

“You’re doing the business, I guess.”

You saw the outraged look on his face and couldn’t help but laugh as you began to finish cleaning up the kitchen, listening to your spotify playlist in the background and it wasn’t until you felt Harry pull you by the arm towards him that you snapped out of your thoughts.

“What are you doing H?.”

“Come. Let’s dance I love this song.” And so you found yourselves dancing in the middle of the kitchen while maintaining eye contact, neither of you able to take your eyes off each other.

This was a habit you both had as well, dancing in the middle of the kitchen, no matter what time of day, in the morning to wake up, in the evening after a night out, or in the middle of the afternoon after cooking, as long as the mood was there. And that’s how you didn’t see Harry come up to you and lightly dust your face with flour and all while laughing.

“You jerk!” You told him as he continued to laugh.

“I couldn’t help myself love. It was too tempting.” He answered you while wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

“I couldn’t help myself.” You laughed at him. “Kiss my ass Harold!”

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You spent the next few minutes chasing after him, trying to pelt him with flour for revenge, but Harry had long legs, and the son of a bitch was a good runner. The timer went off, signaling the truce and with it the banana bread. It was actually pretty good. So you spent the rest of the afternoon swimming by the pool and drinking beer. You came back from the room upstairs, where you went to get a bag. You sat down on the couch in the garden where Harry was already sitting, drinking his beer, still wet from swimming.

"You want some?” You feel Harry glancing at you as you pack loose marijuana into a wrapper, as you were rolling it.

“I thought you stopped smoking weed?” He asked you.

“I meaan. I also said I would start to go to the gym and here I am still making bad life decisions.” Harry smiled boyishly, opening a beer for you while you were you bring the wrapper to your mouth, licking it lightly before sealing it, putting it on your lips before lighting it up and taking a few drags.

“Can I get a hit?” Asked Harry, looking at you.

You took another drag before passing him the joint. Then you watched, gazing up at him in dumbfounded silence as he carefully rested it between his lips, and took a slow, deep breath. He held it for only a few seconds, then he exhaled steadily, eyebrows furrowed as you both watched the stream of smoke leave his mouth. Something about the way it drifted around his covetable side profile, the concentrated tranquillity in his face, the wisps of hair dancing above his eyebrows… it was all magical.

“You look sexy doing that.” You blurted.Harry almost choked. He turned to look at you properly, to be sure you weren’t just winding him up.

“Are you high?” he asked after a few moments, a hint of amusement in his tone.You giggled, gently shoving his arm.

“Not yet, smartass…But I am a little bit tipsy but it’s wearing off now.“ You explained coolly. The nonchalance with which you continued the conversation as if nothing had been sayid before was almost laughable.

“…Right.”

“You’re quiet.” You snickered. “Was that weird? My bad-“

“No, not weird,” He quickly corrected you with a smirk. “I liked it actually. I’m just surprised.”You scoffed with disbelief.

“Shut up. You know damn well you’re attractive.”At that he chuckled, his head falling as he did. Harry, then licked his lips gently, gazing intently at your own.

“I think you’re prettier.” He uttered, hardly above a whisper.

As though there was a gravitational pull between the pair, you both found yourselves gradually turning to face the other, until your faces were inches apart. Harry took in your warmth, eyes darting all over your face. You had a sweet scent, like vanilla, cocoa butter and chlore. The corners of your mouth curled up, as you blessed his vision with a languid smile.

“Wanna try something?” you muttered. He paused like he was pondering over something before nodding as he agreed before you answered:

“Open your mouth for me, handsome.”

Neither you or Harry couldn’t think of anything else as you brought the joint to your mouth again, inhaling as much as you could, then Harry felt your hand grab a firm hold of his face, fingertips digging into his cheeks with the slightest pressure. Your lips parted, and whilst you allowed the smoke to cascade out, he inhaled slowly. You stared down the tip of your nose, enjoying the graceful transition of smoke from your mouth to his.As the stream begun to thin, Harry unknowingly leant into you even further, eyes fluttering.

You blew out what was remaining, then he placed a playful peck on your cheek, before finally releasing his face. The sensation of your lips against his skin, mixed with the feeling of weightlessness that was beginning to creep in, made both of you grin from ear to ear.

“I liked that!” He giggled, blinking repeatedly.

“Yeah?” You responded, with equal amusement. “I’m glad.”

A small smile graced your lips as he gazed down at him, while he hummed in quiet contentment. This is nice. Really nice.

You were about to back away when you felt Harry’s grip on you. One of his hands on the back of your neck so you couldn’t pull away while the other rested on your lower back.

"But you know what I’d like more?” He asked you while coming closer to your lips.

You cue the infamous eyeroll. “Please.”

“You haven’t moved away, Y/N.”

Sadly, he was right. You just couldn’t even bring yourself to turn from him, now that you’d had the privilege of his proximity once again. you’re going too fast. You better thinking was obstructed in its path to your mouth by your desire.

You know what was happening at this exact moment was bad but deep down you didn’t want it to stop, as you decided to stop listening to the small voice in your head.

“And if I don’t want to move away?” Your voice came a naturally breathy purr. Should you have done that? You decided it was too late to go back.

An unfamiliar heat rose to your chest when you noticed the way his eyes sinfully travelled down your length. Like he wanted to do things to you that no one had dare done before. His eyes met yours again, and all smiles were gone. Only pure lust painted his irises now. You stood there in front of him, waiting, listening for him to do something. And he did.

Your breath was caught in your throat at the sudden, slight pressure of his hand moving to your thigh, his touch sending tiny shocks throughout your body.

“Then that works for the both of us,” he smirked, and his tongue slid across his lip.

There was silence, as the two stared each other down, your faces comfortable close.

“Let me kiss you.”He wasn’t really asking. And strangely, you didn’t care.You sighed, quietly.

“Fuck it,” were the last words that you would say, before that pull between both of you became overpowering. By the time the shadow of doubt tried to creep in it was too late. Your lips had met in a kiss.There wasn’t time to be shocked.

The mere taste of him was enough to silence your thoughts and your body seemed to dissolved into his. All you could think about was how soft his lips were, how good he smelt, how he invaded all of your senses. You sighed deeply into his mouth, shivers of pleasure and panic rippling through you. He must have sensed this, because you felt his lips curl up into a slight smile, proud of the effect he was having on your body.

A gentle hum of content rose from the back of his throat as his hands slid, as he claimed you, hungry, intense, yet contained by his faltering willpower. Until your hands, with a mind of their own, danced about the back of your neck and your fingertips found home in his damp hair. From that point on, everything seemed to hasten with a fervency that wasn’t there before.His hands slid first, around your waist, arms locking around you so that your body curved perfectly into his. His hands finally reached down to your ass where he lifted you up to lay you on his thighs so that he could have more access to you and your bodies could get closer to each other. Then, he allowed them to explore further, and sunk his fingers into the fleshy muscle of your thighs, encouraging your legs apart.

Your response was immediate, like natural instinct had been awakened in you. You allowed your weight to sink onto him as you sat, straddling his lap as you clung to him.It was a fleeting thought, because every movement, every single new sensation his touch brought reset your mind and you was blank again. His tongue teased you, and gradually you began to deposit light kisses on his neck and his shoulder, marking it in the passage of some sucks before passing your tongue on the top of his chest, up his neck with your tongue where you bit the lobe of his ear. He couldn’t help but moan, while his breathing became shorter. Your lips joined again in a wild kiss where both your tongues played with each other.

He decided to remove your sweatshirt and run his lips and tongue over your neck, shoulder and over your collarbone. He then continued to play with the elastic of your bathing suit top. A look was exchanged between you before you gave him permission to take it off. And so it was, the first time he saw you topless, your boobs visible to him where he spent a few seconds admiring them before taking them in his hands, kneading them and bending over to take one of them into his mouth.

“Fuck Harry…” Was the only thing that came out of your mouth while arching your back, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer.

He continued to play with one of your nipples with his tongue while his fingers teased the other one, pulling lightly on the tip. You naturally began to move back and forth on him, and as your private parts rubbed together, you felt the pleasure rising in you and him getting harder on you.

And you… stopped?

He waited for you to continue what you were doing with anticipation, waited to feel that warm, numbing feeling, that rush of exhilaration that came with each of your pecks.

But nothing came.

For a second the pair were frozen there in that position, no movement taking place between the two of you. Then, rather than kissing him again, You got up from his lap and put your sweatshirt back. When he noted your expression, he was baffled.

“What’s wrong?” He muttered. You didn’t react to his voice at all, but you left your palm hand as a sign to stop whatever was happening.

“I can’t do this. We can’t do this and we shouldn’t.” You say, looking him straight in the eye as he runs a hand through his hair, beginning to understand the situation.

“If this is about the last time we talked-”

“It’s not that Harry! But history is just repeating itself. There’s something between us, some kind of attraction or whatever. You know I like you and I know you like me but the last time we said that and kissed each other, you were in a relationship and chose her over me. It took me a while to deal with it and I don’t want that to happen again. We’re going to play this game that will be a one night stand or lead to a friends with benefits relationship, until your next girlfriend shows up and you choose her over me again, because that’s what you did in the past and I don’t want to go through that hell again. Our friendship means more to me than that” You said while pointing at both of you before continue. “So unless you tell me you want a serious relationship between us we should call it a day.” You say as you finish your monologue.

You didn’t know how Harry would react to this and you didn’t realize how much you needed to get it off your chest but it was done and here you were, waiting for an answer from him that never came.

Deep down, you hoped that he would choose you and that you could come to terms with your feelings for each other, but it didn’t happen. You saw him, still sitting, and processing everything you said and you knew that he was not going to do it. You saw him still sitting there staring at you, as if lost in what you had just thrown in his face and you understood. You decided to go upstairs without further ado to one of the guest rooms that his house had because you understood that you would never be his first choice.

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Week-end Part I.

Warning: language, nsfw content, alcohol and drugs.

Pairing: best friend!Harry x reader

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You and Harry had always been close, and despite the distance, you remained so, trying to text, phone call, and video chat with each other as much as possible. Even your families were close, you to his and him to yours. You liked to spend time in Cheshire at Anne’s when you had the chance to take a break from evaluations and Gemma was like a sister to you. Harry, on the other hand, loved to call your mother and visit her when he had the chance, considering her a second mother figure. Harry also liked to bring you along on these tours, to unwind a bit and you loved that, traveling with him, supporting him during these performances, this allowed you to create many memories together over time, Italy, Spain …. He also loved to support you and was always excited when you told him about your surgeries, even though most of the time he didn’t understand half of the medical terms you used, but seeing you happy, made him happy. He would tell you about his life as a rock star, and you about your life as a college student, two lives that neither of you could live like the other.

So, it was 9 pm on that Friday night and you were just finishing changing after a long day at work and getting ready to go out when you felt your phone vibrate, having received a message.

“I’m in front of the hospital waiting for you. H”

“Hey, you.” You said as you climbed into the passenger side before giving him a tight hug. “How are you doin’ H?”

"Good. Aside from a patient who asked me to tell you she loved your last song and a successful appendicitis, I had a pretty quiet day. I’m more than happy to have a weekend off to finally relax. These last few weeks have been hard, especially after Tuesday’s traffic accident.”

“Only if there are beers involved.” You reply, putting on your seatbelt.

“There wouldn’t be a Friday night without beers, love.”

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“Why’d you stop?” His voice was groggy with exhaustion, hoarse, and with his British accent coming through, he too must have fallen asleep.

“Hm?” You answered with a broken and tired voice. “Thought you were asleep.”

“Not really. Can you continue to play with my hair? It feels nice.”

You did as he asked and both of you continued to watch the movie even though you didn’t necessarily know what the movie was about, you were both more focused on not sleeping.

“I feel weird that your hair is shorter.” You say, running your hand through her curls. “I was used to your long hair.”

“Me too.” He says, laughing lightly as he tightens his grip on your thigh. “But I had to cut it off for my role in Dunkirk. Besides, it’ll grow back eventually.”

“I like them like this too. It doesn’t change your charm.”

“I thought you had a thing for long hair in guys.” He replied, lifting his head slightly to look you in the eye with a half-smile hanging on his lips.

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“You okay?” You asked as you watched him turn back to you.

“Morning. I’m just trying to write.” He answered you while smiling at you, especially because of your morning face.

You hated to see yourself in the morning but Harry always said you looked beautiful, hair in disarray, tired eyes and wondering what was going on around you.

“Morning.” You answered with a slight smile. “How is it going?”

“It fucking sucks. There’s coffee in the kitchen babe.”

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t know you could play Sign of the times on the piano babe.” He said as he placed a kiss on your head before nuzzling his head into your neck.

"I learned a little at a friend’s house party. The alcohol helped too. Plus, I had a good teacher to show me how to play the piano the first time. I heared he’s pretty good.” You replied wryly, smiling at him as you took another sip of coffee.