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harrrystyles-writing · 1 month

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Yes, Sir! —Capítulo 18

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo só tem o ponto de vista de Harry.

NotaAutora: Perdão a demora para atualizar a fic.

— Oi! Meu amor. — Violeta disse assim que atendi o telefone — Acabei de deixar as meninas com a babá!

— Ótimo! Já estou indo buscar você. — Tentei parecer animado, mas todo cansaço não me ajudava.

— Você quer cancelar nossa noite?

— Por que?

— Eu conheço você bem o suficiente para saber quando está fingindo.

— Só estou cansado, você já contratou a babá e também fez a reserva, vamos aproveitar.

— Tudo bem, estou te esperando.

Desliguei.

Eu não estava nem um pouco com vontade de sair para um date e não era pelo cansaço. Aurora me ligou, me mandou mensagem e eu nem tive coragem de responder.Eu era simplesmente um covarde miserável que não teve a decência de dizer a ela o que eu sentia, mas como eu poderia? Dizer que a amava não valeria de nada quando ela descobrisse sobre Violeta, porque ela vai descobrir, não há mais tempo para mim.

Assim que estacionei minha esposa entrou toda animada no carro, ela estava linda, sua maquiagem pesada e sua roupa justa, não podia negar que não mexeu comigo, que uma parte de mim sentiu sua falta.

— Oi! — Aquele sorriso um dia fez meu mundo inteiro balançar.

— Oi.

— Posso te beijar? — Ela se tornou uma mulher tímida de uma hora para outra.

— Porque está me perguntando?

— Não sei Harry, ultimamente você tem estado tão distante que nem sei mais se eu posso beijar meu próprio marido.

— Pode.

Aqueles lábios, eram doces, mas não tão bons quanto os de Aurora.

— Vamos?

— Sim. — Ela entrelaçou os dedos aos meus com um sorriso.

A viagem até o restaurante foi terrível, Violeta estava determinada a me provocar, sua mão quente ficou em minha coxa o tempo todo. Eu só queria chegar logo que assim que vi o estacionamento apressei-me para achar uma vaga, logo que o carro desligou eu prontamente fui abrir a porta para ela, estendendo a mão para ajudá-la a sair do carro.

Afinal eu ainda era seu marido, ela merecia isso, uma noite sem que se sentisse rejeitada.

— Obrigado meu amor, que cavalheiro.

Sua mão rapidamente entrelaçaram-se a minha, não hesitei, mas eu deveria?

Já não sei mais o que é certo ou errado, meu coração grita pela Aurora, eu sinto tanto a falta dela, mas Violeta é minha esposa não é a ela a quem deveria estar venerando?

O lugar era lindo, todos os nossos anos de relacionamento nunca jantamos em lugar tão chique, talvez estejamos mesmo, no fundo do poço e Violeta estava tentando de tudo para reacender a chama do nosso amor.

O jantar foi agradável, nós se esquecemos quase completamente a tensão que havia entre nós há muito tempo, nós rimos e flertamos como se fossemos dois recém casados e apaixonados, eu me senti estranho por estar gostando tanto da companhia dela.

— Foi muito legal hoje. — Minha esposa sorriu para mim enquanto caminhavamos para o carro. — Eu me diverti muito.

— Eu também — Sorri de volta abrindo a porta para ajudá-la a entrar.

— Sabe, amor. — Violeta começou assim que entrei no carro. — A noite não precisa acabar agora.— Ela parecia nervosa, ela estava nervosa eu a conhecia muito bem para ler sua expressão facial.

Eu senti meu coração acelerar, quando a sua mão delicada tocou meu rosto o virando para ela

— Eu quero você, H. — Sussurrou antes de unir seus lábios aos meus.

Eu não consegui resistir, me deixei levar pelo momento e o prazer que os lábios da minha esposa me davam, minhas mãos a puxaram mais para mim, até que estivesse sentada em meu colo, suas mãos puxavam meus cabelos, enquanto seus quadris roçaram em mim.

— H.— Ela gemeu baixinho em meu ouvido.

E um estalo, o som da voz de Aurora apareceu em minha mente, eu via ela em minha frente.

— Para!

— O que foi?— Violeta me olhou assustada.

— Acho melhor pararmos.

— Por quê?

— Alguém pode ver— Menti.

Mas eu não podia continuar.

Eu não estava mais apaixonado por Violeta, eu só estava me apagando a um passado onde nós éramos realmente felizes.

— Eu não ligo.

— Baby, vamos para casa, eu não quero fazer isso aqui.— Segurei seu rosto e forcei-me a beija-lá. — Quero fazer direito.

— Promete que vamos transar quando chegar lá? — A voz manhosa e triste dela me fazia sentir culpado.

— Claro. — Afirmei só para vê-la sair de cima de mim.

Eu não sei bem o que aconteceria quando chegasse, não sei se resistiria a minha própria esposa, eu estava muito confuso e me sentindo muito culpado.

— A babá está lá em cima, vou avisá-la para ir. — Violeta dizia enquanto tirava os sapatos assim que chegamos. — Por ser tarde talvez ela precise de carona, você pode levá-la para mim? E passar na farmácia pegar uns preservativos, acho que já encaixotei os que tinham aqui em casa.

— Claro querida.

Aproveitei o momento para ir até o banheiro, entrei rapidamente e lavei meu rosto.

— Mas que porra você está fazendo? — Indaguei a mim mesmo, várias vezes.

Eu amava a Aurora, eu a amava.

Ouvi uma movimentação na cozinha, devia ser a babá.

— Está Pronta? — Questionei arrumando a gola da camisa, sem nem olhar para cima.

Mas no instante que ela se virou eu quis morrer.

Eu fiquei paralisado ali, olhando a mulher a minha frente, minha boca se mexia, mas não saia nada.

Era a Aurora, ali bem na minha frente.

A babá!

Ela era a porra da babá!

— Aurora?! — Minha mente se recusava a acreditar. — Aurora o que faz aqui? — Como ela descobriu? Ela me seguiu? Ela contou tudo a Violeta? — Aurora, me responde. — Eu caminhei rapidamente até ela segurando em seu braço. — Como me achou?

— Achou?! Que porra você está fazendo aqui?! Eu não te achei, eu nem sabia que estaria aqui. Você é irmão da Violeta ou coisa assim? — Ela também parecia tão confusa.

— Querido?! — Violeta surgiu atrás de mim e eu quase gritei. — Aí está você, meu amor não esqueça de dar uma boa gorjeta, ok?

— Aurora!— Violeta gritou assim que a viu cair no chão. — Harry faça alguma coisa. — Eu estava paralisado. — Harry!

— Vamos tentar acordar ela.

Fui de encontro eu corpo pálido no chão, segurei sua cabeça em minha mão, tirei seus cabelos ruivos do rosto, acariciei seu rosto e a vi se mexer.

— Ei você está bem?

— Eu... Sim. — Ela tentava se levantar rápido.

— Tem certeza? Precisa de um médico? — Minha esposa acariciava os cabelos de aurora tão preocupada como eu.

— Eu estou bem, sempre acontece isso, minha pressão cai às vezes.- Aurora se levantou.

— Tem certeza? Você parece um pouco pálida. — Minha esposa tentou tocar nela novamente, mas Aurora pareceu esquivar-se.

— Sim, eu vou indo.

— Espere meu marido vai levá-la.

Porra não!

— Não precisa.

— Você acabou de desmaiar. — Violeta encheu um copo com água e a entregou. — Por favor querida, você foi tão boa para mim hoje o mínimo que posso fazer é isso, já que não quer ir ao médico, tem certeza que não quer sentar um pouco?

Aurora estava cuidando das minhas filhas enquanto eu quase trepei com minha mulher, isso não podia estar acontecendo.

— Eu estou bem, não se preocupe.

— H, ajude-a a chegar em casa, tá bem?

— Ok — Foi tudo o que eu consegui dizer.

Eu ajudei Aurora a entrar no carro, sabendo que tudo estava prestas a desmoronar.

Eu pensei que no instante que estivemos sozinhos ela iria gritar comigo, mas ela ficou quieta, um silêncio absoluto que me causava arrepios.

— Aurora. — Eu queria explicar tudo.

— Não. — Ela desviou o olhar.

— Aurora me deixe explicar.

— Eu não quero! E assim que estivermos longe o suficiente para que ela não veja o carro me deixe sair.

— Eu não posso deixar você sozinha essa hora na rua.

— Eu não posso ficar mais um minuto com você nesse carro.

— Aurora por favor.

— Já estamos longe, por favor me deixa sair?

— Não posso.

— Eu vou pular desse carro, me deixa sair. — Ela tentava abrir a porta do carro com força.

— Aurora, pare de ser estúpida, você vai se machucar.

— ME DEIXE SAIR AGORA!- Ela começou a gritar batendo em meu braço, e por um instante pensei que iria bater, única saída foi parar o carro.

— Aurora!- Gritei assim que a vi saindo correndo do carro. — Pelo amor de Deus espera por favor. — Fui rápido em ir atrás dela. — Aurora, por favor, eu só quero conversar.

— Não há o que falar. Não quero mais ver você.

— Me deixa explicar, eu sinto muito, eu não queria que descobrisse assim.

— Assim como? Na porra da sua casa?! Com a sua família! — Eu podia ver suas lágrimas caírem. — VOCÊ TEM UMA FAMÍLIA! UMA FAMÍLIA HARRY!

— Eu sei, sinto muito, mas é complicado.

— Complicado? É por isso que não respondia minhas mensagens? Eu disse que te amava, como você pôde fazer isso comigo!

— Me perdoe, por favor.

— Você tem sua família, precisa voltar para elas, eu não quero ver você nunca mais.

— Por favor. — Segurei em seu braço. — Aurora, você é importante para mim, me deixe levá-la, me deixe explicar tudo. — Aproximei- me acariciando seus cabelos. — Eu quero poder contar tudo para você.

— Devia ter feito isso antes. — Ela se afastou. — Adeus Harry.

Ela saiu correndo sem rumo, eu não sabia o que fazer, se corria atrás dela ou a deixava ir.

Essa noite, antes de ver Aurora na minha cozinha, eu até cogitei que talvez fosse melhor ficar com Violeta, não porque eu a amava tanto quanto eu amo Aurora, mas, porque era o certo a se fazer, era mais fácil tentar consertar algo que está quebrado do que admitir que aquilo não funciona mais, talvez eu sentisse que merece mais alguém como Violeta do que Aurora em minha vida, afinal Violeta era como eu, uma traidora tentando se redimir, mas Aurora, ela era pura, inocente e eu não deveria ter a metido no meio dessa bagunça que era meu mundo, mas eu fui egoísta demais para deixá-la ir antes que eu fodesse com tudo.

E agora tudo o que o meu coração mais gritava era para não deixá-la ir, eu não conseguiria aceitar a ideia de perder ela.

Eu não podia escolher ela.

Eu não deveria ir atrás dela.

Então como um covarde eu dei meia volta, entrei no meu carro.

Eu a deixei sozinha...

Eu a deixei chorando...

Eu a deixei com medo...

Eu voltei para casa...

— Tudo certo querido? — Violeta tinha aquele olhar de esperança assim que entrei casa. — Querido? — Eu passei por ela sem dizer nenhuma palavra. — Harry? — Eu subi as escadas. — Harry!? — Ela me seguiu e segurou meu braço. — O que foi? Aconteceu algo?

— Eu quero...

— O que você quer?

— Eu quero o divórcio.

Obrigado por ler até aqui 💗 O feedback através de uma ask é muito apreciado! Também como um reblog para compartilhar minha escrita com outras pessoas!

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anxieteeeaa · 2 years

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BAD IDEA

baby you’re a bad idea, i could do a few more years (based off the song bad idea by dove. cameron)

WARNINGS : cheating, consensual- non-consensual, fwb, dom!harry/ sub!reader, cream pie, fingering, degradation, exhibitionism, humiliation, condescension, name calling, etc.

BARE WITH ME I HAVEN’T WROTE A FIC IN YEARS LMAO

The music could be heard from blocks away. this was the biggest halloween party in town. Everyone was going to be there. Y/n and her boyfriend Ryan parked a few blocks down from the house due to how packed it was, the bass of the music bumping in there car as he reversed into his spot.

Reapplying her lipstick and taking one last selfie with Ryan, she adjusted her skirt and did a double take before stepping out of the car once he had opened it for her. “Thank you.” She grinned and stepped out with a smile “Anything for the Pirate Queen” he tipped his hat before shutting the door. “We do look great I have to admit.” he stated as he did a once over at their outfits. Y/n hummed in agreement and held his hand as they made their way to the party.

Her heart thumped in her chest as they came closer to the house, realizing how many people there really were. Granted, she’s a people person, but not when it comes to the entire city being here. Stepping inside you could feel the music in your body. The bass was high, the air smelled like weed and different flavors or nicotine. “I’m gonna go get us some drinks, you wanna find us somewhere to sit?” Ryan questioned as he pressed a kiss on her forehead. She nodded in agreement before pushing through the crowd to find a spot. She finally found the perfect spot, not too close to the music, yet not away from the crowd. She made herself comfortable and sat on her phone while she waited for her partner to return.

“Fancy seeing you here puppy”

I've got a little left in here, funny how you reappear

She recognized that voice anywhere. Her chest tightened and she chose to ignore him and focus on her phone.

“I know you heard me puppy. Look up at me.” She immediately obeyed, examining his costume that he had chosen. It was his girlfriend’s idea for her friends to come in matching couples costumes. And let’s just say Harry definitely nailed it.

“Why bother me? Don’t you have some toy to go fuck around with!” She sassed as she got up to look for her boyfriend only to be pushed back down. “ No need for the attitude puppy. Just the two of us right now.” He stroked her chin with delicacy before grabbing her throat. “Next time you speak to me like that I won’t be so nice. Understood?” She didn’t respond.

He squeezed her throat harder. “I said, Do you understand puppy?” He gritted his teeth as he waited for a response. She nodded her head as she struggled for air. “I guess you aren’t so dumb after all” he let her go before dragging her outside onto the patio. She tried to protest, only for him to shove her onto the ledge and tear a whole in the center of her stockings. “You think you can just come to my party dressed up like some whore and get away with it?” He spanked her ass waiting for a response. “You think just because you have that pretty little boy you too don’t belong to me?” He chuckled as she struggled to respond. “Cowgirl” she choked out. “I’m a cowgirl” she sobbed as he spanked her once more.

He roughly yanked her hair back and brought her towards one of the chairs. “Well then.” He unbuckled his pants with one hand, the other holding a firm grip on her hand and made himself comfortable. “Since you’re a cowgirl, why don’t you show me what a proper ride looks, hm?”

She was soaking wet and the thought of Harry manhandling her just made her clench. “Go on puppy” he tutted “I don’t have all day, unless you want your pretty little boyfriend to come out here and see you on my cock.” He smirked, causing a whimper to release her throat as she straddled him and slowly began to sink down on his cock.

I know I shouldn't do it, but I'm gonna do it. See exactly where i’m shouldn’t go, i’m running to it.

I been trying out the high road, and I hate it. I’ve got a lot of sins but you’re my favorite.

“That’s my good girl” He groaned out as she began to rock her hips against his cock. He was perfectly snug and could feel his tip bumping against her womb. “Such a good puppy. You know how Daddy likes you to ride his cock.” He choked out as he ripped her top open, firm hands fondling her breast. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt herself become even wetter at her words. “Better shut your mouth puppy.” He cooed. “Someone might hear you screaming my name. We wouldn’t want that know would we?” He knew she didn’t care, nobody could fuck her like Harry could.

And I know you’re performing, but it’s working for me. We can talk about it in the morning

“Please” she sobbed as she swirled her hips. She needed him to fuck her like she deserved. She needed to cum.

“Please what puppy? You want me to fuck you like the filthy little whore you are? Fuck you like I own this pussy of yours?” She let out a wet moan as he placed her feet down on the ground and started fucking up into her. “Awe. You’re just creaming all over my cock puppy.” He chucked. “I bet your boyfriend can’t fuck you like this uuu. That’s why you always come back to daddy so you he can take care of you. Isn’t that right you filthy whore.” She held onto his shoulders as she let herself be fucked into another dimension.

“Did you hear that? I think someone’s coming? Better be quiet puppy.” He cooed as he flipped her over and took her from behind. She covered her mouth as her stomach bubbled. “Y/n?” Her boyfriend called. “Are you out there?” They heard footsteps coming closer but neither one of them spoke. Her mouth dropped open as her orgasm was at it’s peak. Before she could come the footsteps faded and were soon no longer heard. “Say cheese puppy” Harry snickered as he pulled out her phone and took a picture, quickly hitting send under her boyfriends contact.

“Oh fuck.” Y/n felt like her body was on fire, her orgasm gushing out as Harry filled her with him hot cum. Giving both of them a minute to breathe, he slowly placed her on her back. “Never forget.” He sighed. “I own you.” He placed her legs on his shoulders and took another.

“Fuck it, let’s do it again”

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pleasingregulus · 1 year

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high infidelity regulus black x reader

do you really want to know where i was april 29th? do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

you never meant for it to happen. but who could blame you? your half-assed, so-called "boyfriend" acted like he wanted nothing to do with you while regulus black had dropped his cold facade at the sight of your vulnerability. he showed you a side of him that nobody knew could ever exist. the regulus black going soft? for someone he just personally met? not to mention all the attention he had been secretly paying you over the last few years. the nights you two spent in the astronomy tower, simply gazing at the stars— at least you were, he insisted that you were a beautiful sight— were much more intriguing than anything your current boyfriend could handle. and he showered you with the love and care that both of you deserved, so is it really your fault?

do you really want to know where i was april 29th? do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

anyone feel free to make this a full fic/imagine just tag me!! also how do we feel about a "part two" with dress by taylor??

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the-man-in-the-suit-official · 2 years

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You’ve Become My Ceiling.

-Summary: Following a split, you rise to stardom on your own with a tune.

Reader pronouns: Any

Length: Short

TW: Angst, Heavy lyrics, Abandonment, Brief mention of death of a father (heart attack), Strained relationships, Cheating, Lovebombing, Yelling, Cursing

Celebrities: Harry Styles

Song(s) to listen to: The Gold - Manchester Orchestra & Phoebe Bridgers

You’d loved him since he was 15. Before he was the sex god media made him out to be. Before he even knew what to do with his too-long limbs, before he grew into them.

The stupid posh school you went to - driving past it was now more of a chore. You both were different. He was different.

In the span of four years, you’d found Harry tangled in bed with various people - men, women, everything in between.

In the span of your two year relationship, you’d found him tangled with five.

Each time pleads and showers of love fixed the spaces in between for him. White lies of apologies littered your ceiling as he slept next to you, huddled into his fetal position. You began to care less and less that the blanket didn’t cover him, that he was shivering, missing the warmth of being spooned.

Your love was collapsing.

You felt yourself growing distant now, though he didn’t realize it. He still smiled at you the same, insisting through his lovebombs that you were the one for him.

Dinner was silent once again, Harry scrolling through his phone before he smiled sharply, “Hey. Remember this?”

He turned the phone to you, revealing a picture of the two of you in chemistry class, then another of him holding a beaker with purple liquid in it.

It brought a smile to your face, and for an split second, you believed that it really could have gotten better. Then a message appeared on his phone. Some girl again.

“I think you’ve got a message, H,” You looked down at your plate again, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore.

“Oh.” He glanced at it and his face dropped, reading it over, “‘S just a friend.”

“Mhm,” You drank your coffee slowly, it feeling thicker than it had ever before.

“Thank you for trusting me, (Y/N),” He smiled again, “You’re the best.”

You repeated yourself.

He was gone that night. Hadn’t even invited you out. Again, you stared at the ceiling, pondering.

Why is he still with me?

To your knowledge, you were just some kid he’d met as a teen. Then it hit you. You were the only thing that remained of his past. Fuck.

What were you going to do? Without him, you’d return home to either your mother or your estranged father. Either way, you’d be miserable.

As if on cue, the phone rang. Your stepmother. This night was turning out great, wasn’t it?

Picking it up with cold fingers, you sighed, “Hello?”

The next few words made you freeze. It was the last thing you’d expect.

“He’s in the hospital.”

Her words persisted, “A heart attack, honey. He’s okay. He’s just recovering now. Wants to know if he can see you.”

“Of course,” Was all that you could muster out, “I’ll be there tomorrow night.”

Harry didn’t come home the next morning. Calling him, you sighed when no response but a voicemail came.

The attempted calls lasted until 1PM, when all your anger vocalized itself, “God, Harry!”

You spoke to the voicemail, “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?! You’re lying to yourself, saying you love me when you’re addicted to fucking anyone but me! Sex crazy, that’s what you are, you stupid idiot! My dad is in the hospital and if you’re not here in an hour, I’m leaving your ass. I need to be with him, with or without you.”

An hour rolled around and nothing changed but the state of your packed bags. The photo of you and Harry on the nightstand stuck out to you like a sore thumb. Almost against your own mind, you packed it, too, leaving another voicemail.

“We’ll talk about this when I get home.”

You did everything on autopilot, reaching for a your notepad and pen on the plane. You hadn’t really grieved the failing of your relationship until then, believing that maybe you could do something about it. But you knew better now.

Lyrics flooded out of you, your eyes welling with tears more and more with every pen stroke.

Couldn’t really love you anymore.

You’ve become my ceiling.

I don’t think I love you anymore.

That fame that stardom gold gold mine changed you.

Miner themed. It suited your soot-covered love, the way you hid in metaphorical caves or his shadow.

You don’t have to hold me anymore.

Our love Our cave’s collapsing.

Squinting, you sighed. The stress was too much to bear. Why did it have to be you if all people? Why couldn’t it be someone else’s father, someone else’s doomed love?

I don’t want to be me anymore.

Your pushed the notepad into your pocket, letting the tears spill as you sat alone in your airplane seat.

Your father’s new kids ran toward you, jumping at you with smiles on their faces, “(Y/N)! (Y/N)!”

Your eyes were puffy and tired, but you smiled back, “Hey, babies. Where’s your mommy?”

They pointed to the kitchen and you set your things down softly, “Janine?”

She turned to you, eyebrows furrowed in worry, “Hey, dear.”

Noticing a tall absence, she commented, “Your boyfriend couldn’t come?”

You shook your head, holding up the toddler, “No, traveling and stuff.”

The eldest of the three girls sighed, “I wanted to see him.”

“Me too,” You spoke subconsciously to the 12-year-old.

Janine noticed this and hugged you, “It’s alright. Lousy singer, anyways.”

Laughing slightly, you set the girl down, “I’ll visit dad now, is that alright? I can’t clock into my hotel until 8PM.”

She nodded, “Go ahead, hon.”

Your dad’s breathing was monitored by a machine, his chest moving up and down slowly when his eyes opened to see you, “(Y/N).”

“Hey dad,” You croaked out, tired of sitting in the uncomfortable recliner, drowning in your thoughts, “How are you doing?”

“I haven’t seen you since you were 14.”

“I know. Looks like you’ve grown up, too. Your girls are cute,” You changed the subject, fiddling with your sleeves.

Before he could say anything, you lied, “Harry’s busy with getting ready for his tour. Sorry he couldn’t make it.”

The rekindling was nice, soothing the dread you had of talking to your father for the past few years. He told you all kinds of things, everything you’d missed out on, everything he’d seen of you in magazines.

Most, if not all of it, was about you. How much he missed you. And you missed the part of you he described, too.

Janine took over for you and brought your bags so you could get settled into your hotel, there not being enough space for you to stay in their small home.

“Thanks, Jan,” You smiled at her solemnly, “Take care of him, okay? I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.”

The girls hugged you goodbye and you left, hands gripping the steering wheel of your rented car until they turned white. When you got to the hotel, you couldn’t help but hit your steering wheel, taking your frustration out on the inanimate object.

Your phone rang right as you settled into bed and you answered it mindlessly.

“(Y/N)…”

Harry.

“I haven’t heard you get so mad before.”

You stayed silent.

“Look, I was just out with Louis and-“

“Fuck you,” You spat, “I know it was that girl.”

The line went silent for a moment, “You got me.”

You chuckled in frustration, “Figures, H.”

“But look, we didn’t do anything and-“

“Stop lying.”

“We just kissed-“

“I told you to stop lying, Harry.”

“Please don’t call me that,” That’s how he knew you were beyond mad.

“Then stop lying to me.”

“I slept with her. I was off my face, (Y/N). You know it means nothing to me.”

Tears spilled out of your eyes, “You weren’t drunk when you texted her all those times, Haz.”

“You’ve changed.”

The nickname gave him the reassurance he so desperately needed, “I know. And I have faith that you’ll know I can change too. I always have faith in you, (Y/N).”

It angered you more than anything to hear those next words, but he continued on nonetheless. You couldn’t even listen at that point, the ceiling becoming littered in everything Harry had ever done to hurt you.

“I have faith.”

“Then lose your faith in me, Harry.”

“Huh?” He asked, dumbfounded.

“Lose your faith in me. I’m not coming back to you anymore.” You hung up, ignoring the countless calls left for you just as he did.

You’d only return after to get your things from your shared house when you knew he wasn’t there. You left your keys on the counter, taking nothing.

The calls became less and less frequent. You stopped listening to the voicemails. Stopped following him in the news. The spotlight eventually left you alone to fend for yourself and continued after Harry.

It wasn’t until you were invited onto a radio show that you publicly talked about your relationship briefly, acknowledging his achievements since going solo.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been in the public eye, huh?” Zach, the host questioned, “Not since the rough breakup.”

“No, no,” You smiled toothily, “But it’s great to be back. This time with my own accomplishments. Relationships come and go, and it seems like he’s making it big, but I want to get there on my own.”

Your dad came up briefly since his passing, and you shouted out your stepmother and her kids.

But you were there for another reason. Finally, you’d rose from the ashes and finished your song, ready to show it to the world. To show everyone you were more than a pretty ex of Harry Styles.

“It’s like Lora Mathis’ poem,” You admitted to the host, “I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There is to be a way. To take care of the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me. That’s the thing here, I could do it in song. The people it’s about - they hurt me. But they both believed that they loved me to the very end.”

“That’s beautiful,” His cohost chimed in, “I think you did that wonderfully with this song.”

“Alright, here’s (Y/N) with a brand new debut single, The Gold!” The host smiled, playing it soon after.

The song played smoothly, and you soon found your comment sections flooded with similar lost love stories, parental and romantic, loss and love.

Ultimately, you went home to an empty apartment, at peace with it finally. In fact, it hadn’t been much different than your old situation a few years back, only that you were happier now, and no melancholic feelings stuck to you by the blanket. The ceiling was no longer stained with spot-like thoughts and memories. You stared out the window with a cup of coffee, admiring the cityscape.

The picture of the two of you rest on your coffee table, now turned down, the picture meeting the cold table.

Tomorrow would be another day, and then you’d send money to your siblings and your stepmother, and even your mother, maybe with a letter noting your success and song.

The phone rang quietly on the counter, but you were too in the zone to get it or even hear it. Unbeknownst to you, it flashed:

Incoming Call: Harry

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scare (cheatrry)

word count: 1.9k

content warnings: slight mentions of smut, pregnancy scare, cheating plot, mentions of abortion, not suitable for ramadan

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Harry’s not an oblivious man.

More often than not, he considers himself to be an empath, easily picking up on mood changes pertaining to those around him. With his ex-wife, he could tell if she’d had a bad day at work just by the way she walked through the front door. With Y/N, it’s much, much easier, because, for the first time ever, she’s clearly avoiding him.

When he texted for their weekly hookup, she churned out some bullshit excuse about landscapers being at the house all day. (There weren’t. Call him insane, but he drove by on her lunch break, and her front and back yards were so quiet, you’d be able to hear the sound of leaves falling.)

And while they normally don’t interact much at school pickup — usually Harry’s being swarmed by hungry MILFs who he politely rejects each and every time — she’s taken to wearing a large pair of sunglasses over her eyes, almost as if she’s physically attempting to hide from him. It’s odd and it makes him concerned, even if he’s the one that’s repeated the same sentiment regarding their situation a million times over (“no feelings, just sex”).

His brain launches itself into the worst places it could possibly go, so on Thursday afternoon, exactly one week and a day since they last slept together, Harry tries to casually mosey over to her car as she stands there, waiting for her kids to leave school. He watches as she visibly clenches her jaw and he clears his throat, standing next to her but refusing to give her eye contact. There’s a reason they don’t ever speak too much at pickup time, and it’s always to make sure no one suspects anything.

“You’re avoiding me.” he says through gritted teeth. She inhales through her nose and he peers down from the corner of his eye to see her expression. It’s difficult to tell when she’s wearing those ridiculously oversized sunglasses.

“I’m not avoiding you.” she mutters, leaning her hip against the bumper of her black SUV.

“Then why haven’t I seen you?”

Her nostrils flare as she runs her tongue over her teeth.

“It’s barely been two weeks, Harry. Don’t be dramatic.”

He resists the urge to snort and crosses his arms over his chest. “Well fuck me for wanting to make sure you’re alright.”

“Keep your voice down,” she grumbles, flashing a forced smile to a mom who passes by them. She clears her throat and pushes her sunglasses into her hair. Harry’s relieved to finally be able to see her eyes. “I might be… pregnant.”

Despite the drop in his stomach, he’s able to maintain a stoic expression. He’s no longer the foolish teenager he once was — he and Y/N are both fully capable adults and would know how to approach an unwanted pregnancy, need be. What scares him more is the prospect of her wanting to keep the baby.

His mind is whirring at a million miles per hour when she grits out his name, bringing him back down to earth. He coughs.

“My period is late but I haven’t had a chance to pick up a test yet, so don’t get your panties in a twist.” she replies lowly. They hear the school bell ring, signaling the official end to the day. They have about four minutes before the kids come running out through the front.

“I’ll pick you up tonight at 9. Tell your husband you’re having a baking emergency or some shit.”

Y/N doesn’t have a chance to fight him before he’s walking away, headed back in the direction of his car to wait for his twins.

. . .

Harry parks down the road from Y/N’s house at 9 pm on the dot.

He feels like some sort of shitty spy with the way he’s turned his car lights off as he waits for Y/N to get in. He texted her as soon as he got there — they used to have a secret code word for their rendezvouses but it’s been months since they started, and Harry thinks they could fuck right in front of her husband and he wouldn’t even notice.

He sighs as he takes a sip from his reusable water bottle. He glances up at the rearview mirror for the tenth time in the past minute, his stomach calming some when he recognizes Y/N’s frame hustling towards his SUV. He presses the ‘unlock’ button as she wordlessly climbs in the passenger’s seat. Harry doesn’t say anything when he shifts the gear back into drive to pull out of her cul-de-sac.

Finally, he asks: “Did your husband have an issue with you leaving?”

Y/N tries not to roll her eyes.

“No, but I also didn’t tell him I was having a ‘baking emergency’, like you so kindly suggested.”

“Oh, so you told him you have to go take a pregnancy test to make sure you’re not knocked up with some other guy’s kid?”

“Stop being a dick,” she mumbles, occupying her shaky hands by playing with the ends of her hair. “Where are we going?”

“Where do you think?”

When she doesn’t reply, he sighs.

“The twins are at their mom’s for the next few days so after I dropped them off, I got a few tests from the pharmacy a few towns over. We’re going to my place so you can take them.”

Her stomach tightens. While she’s mainly worried about the results of the impending pregnancy tests, she’s also never been to Harry’s before. He’s never actually offered.

Y/N hums in response — it’s apparent she doesn’t have much of a choice, and quite frankly, she’d rather take them there than go back to her own home and do it. A silence blankets them once again as he drives through their quiet suburban neighborhood.

Until Harry clears his throat.

She cranes her neck to look at him, quirking an eyebrow as a wordless encouragement to say whatever stupid thing he’s thinking.

“If it’s positive… you’re not… you’re not gonna have the kid, right?”

She sighs noisily. “Do I look like I’m in the position to deal with that? I already feel guilty enough fucking you behind his back.”

“He pays you no attention, Y/N. Your pussy is always completely depraved when we hook up. You shouldn’t feel bad.”

Y/N ignores the way her skin warms at the casual filth that falls from his lips.

“To answer your initial question, no, I wouldn’t keep them. I would get an abortion.”

He doesn’t respond to that, which leaves her to believe it’s a satisfactory reply.

It’s only a few more minutes before Harry’s pulling into the three-car garage attached to his house. They move silently and quickly, as if any one of his neighbors could come out and see them together — she supposes it’s a possibility, but their town is usually asleep by 8:30 at the latest. She follows him in through the side door, which apparently takes them into the kitchen. He flicks some lights on as he digs in his pocket, pulling three small boxes out and tossing them on the kitchen island.

“Take your pick,” he says before nudging his chin in the direction of the hallway. “There’s a bathroom down there.”

Somehow, she’s unsurprised that he got the most expensive options — the ones with the digital screens that spell out “you’re pregnant!” with a smiley face on it. She grabs the first one and follows the direction that Harry led her in. Despite the harshness of the interior design (everything feels pristine thanks to white marbled flooring and light gray walls), she notices that he has a plethora of family photos that line the hallway. None of the pictures include his ex-wife, who left Harry three or so years ago. She remembers it being a huge deal in their small community. They were both gorgeous, a completely picturesque family that seemed completely destined to be together. Rumors flew about the divorce — everything from Harry sleeping with his wife’s assistant to her running away to Aruba — but Y/N never cared to find out what really happened. In fact, she and Harry didn’t really speak until they started sleeping together.

Her mind wanders back to the task at hand when she closes the bathroom door behind her. She’s taken many pregnancy tests in her life — she has two kids, after all. It’s a straightforward process and she gently places the cap back on the stick, placing it on the sink as she waits for it to process. After flushing and washing her hands, she nibbles on her bottom lip, watching as the little bar loads.

. . .

Harry thinks he’s going to vomit as he waits for Y/N to emerge from the bathroom.

He hasn’t felt this way in years. Despite the twins being his entire life nowadays, when his ex first got pregnant with them, he spent months sick with worry. And although Y/N already assured him that she wouldn’t keep it if she is pregnant, the thought of her carrying his child still makes him woozy.

His head snaps up when he hears the bathroom door creak open. A few moments later, her sneaker-clad feet carry her back into the kitchen. She holds the stick in her hands and Harry’s eyes bulge at it.

“Negative,” she breathes, putting it down on the table, as if to prove it. “No baby.”

He sighs out in relief. “Thank fuck.”

She nods. “Just make sure you destroy this or whatever,” she mumbles, reaching up to run a hand through her hair. It’s only then that Harry realizes how exhausted she looks. She has deep bags under her eyes and her lips look worn from constantly biting them. “Listen, I’m fine if you want to stop messing around. This was scary.”

Harry raises his eyebrows. “It was a pregnancy scare. It happens to everyone.”

“Yeah, but there’s more consequences for us.”

He shrugs. “We would’ve taken care of it.”

She’s too exhausted to fight him on his nonchalant nature, so she just sighs instead.

“I take it that you don’t want to stop, then?” she asks, pursing her lips at the male.

“Not if you don’t want to.”

“Okay,” she nods, “We’ll just need to be more careful, then.”

“Sure.”

She swallows, glancing past him to read the time on the stove. “I guess I’ll get going then.”

“I can drive you home.” he says quickly, grabbing his keys off the table.

She doesn’t reject his offer, especially now that the adrenaline from the evening has officially worn off. For the second time that night, she sits in the passenger’s seat of Harry’s car, allowing him to chauffeur her back to her house. He drives down to the spot he picked her up in, at the very end of her road so no one sees him dropping her off.

“Thank you,” she murmurs as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “Sorry about all this.”

“It’s fine, shit happens. You don’t have to go through it alone.”

It may be the nicest thing he’s ever said to her and she doesn’t know what to say. Instead, she simply flashes him a small smile before moving to open the car door.

“Wait—” Harry reaches out to press his hand to her knee. Y/N glances down at his touch and he quickly rips it away. “Are you around sometime next week? For me to come by?”

She doesn’t even consider what her schedule looks like before she turns to look at him.

“Yeah. Come over whenever you want.”

He sends her a wide grin as she climbs out of his car.

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One-Shots [10k+ words] (all contain smut, but see warnings at the beginning of each one for specific smut content) :

House Call | Part Two - Stripperry

Magnets - Brother’s best friend

The Gallery - Photographerry

Cabin Fever - Frat Boy Harry

Keep Driving - As the title suggests, inspired by the song by Harry himself

Intraoffice - ceo!harry x you

Blurbs [under 10k words] (all tumblr exclusive - most will contain smut, but see warnings at the beginning of each one for specific content):

Switch - boyfriend!harry x you (dom/sub play)

Reconciliation - ex-dom!harry x you

Attention - boyfriend!harry x you (CEOrry)

Solace - stranger!harry x you (no smut - just fluff)

Tension - famoushusband!harry x you

Sunkissed - boyfriend!harry x you (Golfrry)

Clairvoyant - harry x you (cheating w/ y/n)

Slip-Up -best friend/roommate!harry x you

Prompts [short little writings] (all tumblr exclusive & harry x you - please see warnings at the beginning of each one for specific content):

Harry’s sorry

Y/N gets caught reading Harry smut

Harry tries to distract Y/N during a meeting

Short Stories:

Georgia - *COMPLETE*

• A short story - in which Harry Styles meets Georgia, a dancer at a gentlemen's club. Over their time spent together, Georgia reveals how she's no longer happy with what she does, but she's scared of what will happen if she tries to get away. From that moment on, it's Harry's mission to do everything possible to make sure that she can.

Goodnight and Go - *COMPLETE*

• A short story - in which Carter Adams is in love with her best friend, Harry Styles, but she's never let him know. The worst part? He just got engaged to her sister.

Full Fics:

Cherry Bomb

• In which two ex-best friends, Harry Styles and Marlowe Finch, reunite after almost 5 years. Harry realizes Marlowe's on her way to living the dream they had always yearned for, and Marlowe comes to the conclusion that Harry's more lost than she ever thought he could be.

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Gurugirl's Wattpad & Tumblr Fic Recs

Anything you read in these masterlists won’t disappoint but I’ve picked my absolute favorites from each blog and listed below.

NOTE: I did my best to include all my faves here but I've probably forgotten a few. I intend to add to this list (may need to make a part 2 once I hit my mentions and link limits) because I'm always reading new fics so come back often!

Angst recs (all taken from list below but specific to the more angsty ones)

Daddy kink

Enemies to lovers

Summer vibes & party fics

Personal faves from my own writings

Other blogs I love

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@1d1195

One Shot: Right Here: one bed, nightmares, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, childhood "friendship," coworker Harry, grumpy/sunshine (I'll let you guess who's who), etc. etc. etc.

@a-strange-familiar

Series: His Memories (3 parts): you and Harry broke up few months back but still love each other. And after all these months you see him again in a party. All memories you tried to push back in your head came back with a powerful speed.

@adorebeaa

One shot: Undo Me: YN reveals a kink in front of best friend!Harry, who is curious…

@awideworldoffanfics

Series: Milking the Grip (5 parts): Harry Styles is a single dad who golfs every Tuesday. Y/N is his babysitter who also happens to work at the golf course he goes to. They’ve never run into each other there. Until they do.

@be-with-me-so-happily

Series: My Way Back Home: YN is left to figure out what to do when the love of her life, Harry, does not remember loving her. (AU)

Series: Don't Worry Darling: Y/N has her first big break as an actress as she lands the leading role in 'Don't Worry Darling'. The only problem is that her co-star is Harry Styles, who she feels has a very big ego. Tensions rise the more they film. All kinds of tension...

One Shot: Friendly Favor: When YN's best friend Harry asks for a favor, she knows it'll be difficult, but she loves him too much to say no. However, it's a dumb plan, and those usually don't end how you think they will.

Series: Laceleaf: Gemma is definitely Cassidy James' favourite Styles family member, considering they are best friends and all. And especially considering that Harry Styles is Gemma's smug and self-centered younger brother. Her life isn't perfect, and neither is she, but she knows for a fact that anything involving Harry gets messy.

@bopbopstyles

Masterlist (anything you pick here will be a pleasure - seriously)

@fkinavocado

Series: Daddy Issues: in which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them. (daddy!harry, dilf!harry)

Series: Hard Candy: in which Harry owns a candy store and he just loves giving good girls special treats… especially after closing time (candyman!Harry)

One Shots & Blurbs: Long Hair Harry One Shots & Blurbs

@freedomfireflies

Series: Playboy: Welcome to 1965, where the women are loose, and the morals are looser. Here you'll meet Michelle and Harry. You don't need to know too much about them. Just that they're both incredibly bold...and incredibly jealous. The summer of June 1965 was a rather wild one for the Playboy Bunnies but even more wild for our two dear friends. Stick around and I'm sure they'll be happy to tell you all about it. You just have to promise one little thing... Don't tell Hefner.

Series: Teach Me: 5 parts - Harry needs a little practice in the art of Eating Pussy, and who better to ask for help than his best friend?

Series: Mafia!harry: 2 parts so far - more to come - Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession. But he's found the perfect way to make it right. Exhibition kink!!

@goldenbuckyyy

Series: Illicit Affairs: A series of events between your affair with Harry. (Cheating together)

@harryistheonlyoneforme

One Shot: Little Freak: pairing: dbf harry x reader (so hot - so many kinks all in one little shot - must read)

@harrywritingsbyme

Sneaking Around (a series of shorts): Best friends dad - FUCKING HOT

@helladirections

Series: Brother's Best Friend: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend, and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Ft. dom/sub, rough sex, and soft words.

One Shot: Under Summer Skies: Harry and YN are longtime best friends back for another summer as the Dream Team on staff. Featuring getting called out by 12 year olds, two dumb best friends who can’t see what’s right in front of them, and lots of stargazing.

One Shot: Moka Pot: Do you think you can maybe do y/n and Harry having a slow morning routine? Like drinking tea together, doing skin together, basically just doing everything together?

@itslottiehere

One Shot: I Don't Want to Hear About Him (angsty): bff!harry writes a song about bff!reader.. and her boyfriend.

@jawllines

Harry is Y/n's Criminology Instructor (2 parts)

Harry is a single dad and y/n is surprisingly good at babysitting (2 parts)

Harry & y/n are witches, they hate eachother, and something's coming (3 parts)

Y/n knows something she shouldn't and Harry does what on Fridays? (4 parts) - Boxer!harry

Harry is a grumpy mechanic and y/n just can't stop talking (4 parts)

@jarofstyles

King of the Jungle (multi part series): Y/N’s family works for a wildlife preservation society and Harry is king of the jungle or tarzan!harry

Lone Wolf (multi part series): Harry is a grumpy alpha who has given up on finding his mate or werewolf!harry

Beauty & the Beast (multi part series): Harry is a moody, withdrawn but successful creature who needs a companion who can tend to his… needs.

@lemoncrushh

Series: The Entertainer: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones meets Harry Styles, an up and coming musician and soon-to-be rockstar. The Entertainer Part II

One Shot: Dressing For Revenge: Still heartbroken from finding your ex cheating on you, you go to a nightclub with your friend Kelsie, where not only do you run into your ex, but also a handsome gentleman who’s willing to help you get over him. Part II

@lukesaprince

Series: Intruder: You were an outside hire for a promotion Harry wanted, and he despises you for it. The hatred is mutual since Harry is a bit of an asshole, until the day of an important presentation where the tension is finally dealt with - A very steamy enemies to lovers romance (domrry)

Series: The Roommate Series: After Y/N’s best friend and roommate Alex decides to move out, she’s desperate for someone to take her place. Alex seems to have found the solution in a British fresh-to-New-York musician who ticks all the boxes. He just happens to be insanely attractive and charismatic… what could go wrong? (friends to lovers)

Series: Fratboy!harry You Can Pretend All You Want: You hate fratboys and everything they stand for, so you decide to prove one wrong by sleeping with him… safe to say it backfires (fratboy!harry, enemies to lovers).

Series: Rich: Neighbour/Older!Harry. A Summer dogsitting job for Mr. Styles is a dream come true for any broke uni student. He's rich, gorgeous and finally fucks you after your weekly dinner together. A series that follows two neighbours who end up in a sexual relationship.

@moonchildstyles

Series: Aster: Harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants to know if he's like this all the time or if he just doesn't like her. tattoo artist!harry / lhh!harry

Series: Citrine: Harry's a witch and it's been along time since since he's been around anyone new, but there's no way he was getting y/n out of his head. witch!harry

Series: Chiaroscuro: y/n needed a job but this place is strange and the owner is even stranger. vampire!harry

Series: Prosecco: Harry is just on the edge of 30 and y/n is someone he's sure he shouldn't get involved with. until she seeks him out anyway, and he realizes no one has ever really shown her how she should be treated. older!harry

@0oolookitsme

One Shot: Dazzled: In which Harry has an uneasy feeling about Y/n’s new mission but the devil ignores his guts’ screams. But the vampire as well as his fiancé, Y/n, isn’t dumb and is quick to listen and take some weight off of his shoulders. They both soon find out, why, he was feeling uneasy.

One Shot: Anything For You... And I: SMUTTY!!!! Dwd!Harry x Dwd-Character!Y/n

@0nlythrowharrybeaux

Friends Share (2 parts):Harry & Y/N have been practically perfect roommates for several years but the appearance of a hot new neighbor creates an unexpected shift in their relationship.

Unavailable (2 parts): Y/N has a very specific preference for unavailable/inappropriate people and Harry is her therapist who is supposed to help her work through this.

@pleasingforharry

Moans & Elevator Music (2 parts): Y/N is in a rush for an interview at her new job, but her luck gives out when the elevators shut down due to a sudden power outage. At least she isn’t alone.

@purplekiwis

Breaking the Ice (2 parts): Hockey!Harry x Skater!Y/N It’s no secret that as a figure skater, you’re fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty… and your ex’s status as a player isn’t helping much either.

In the Witching Hours (will be 3 parts): Wizard!Harry x Witch!Y/N; Soulmates AU An emergency admission to the hospital gives rise to a series of strange events but luckily, there’s a cute, shy wizard around…

One shot: Tentmate: Friends With Benefits Y/N has always hated camping… until her and Harry got stuck together in the same tent. (This one is smutty AF)

@s-brant

Series: The Getaway Car: In a drug deal gone wrong, Y/N, daughter to a famous racecar driver, finds herself behind the wheel of a car with a gun to her head. A masked man named Harry demands she helps him evade the authorities, so she does the only thing she knows how to. She drives.

One Shot: Midas Touch: The night before they leave to spend Christmas with his family, a conversation with their friends makes Harry and Y/N confront the future of their marriage.

@stylesloveclub

Series: Pleasing: In which y/n is a broke waitress, and Harry is a Michelin star chef who thinks she’s cuter than a puppy.

@swiftmendeshoran

Series: Curvy Secret/No More Secrets Daddy: Dad's best friend (dbf!) Harry x plus size reader

@watchmegetobsessed

Series: The Sun Will Rise: You’re glad to be back at college and away from your family. Everything is back to its normal, but you have a little issue: you told your family you’d bring a date to your sister’s wedding, but you have no actual partner. An unexpected deal is made with the person you couldn’t even consider to be your friend: Harry can take the spare room in your apartment for the semester if he’ll be your date for the wedding. But can you actually live together with a guy who obviously dislikes you and you have no idea why? Can you fool your parents into thinking you’re dating Harry? And what will they think about him? Nothing is ever good enough to them, nothing that’s not as perfect as your sister, Alice.

Series: Wildest Fantasies: You’ve been struggling to finish your assignment for Professor Styles’ Creative Writing class. Inspiration is seem to be avoiding you, so to relieve some stress, you mess around with your roommates and write a rather dirty fiction of the hot professor everyone is into on campus. Due to a fatal mistake however, you end up uploading the wrong file as your attachment to your assignment and your wildest fantasies end up in the hands of the person they are about.

Good Girl (Part 2): sugardaddy!Harry / CEO!Harry x Reader

@writerpetals (writes optional male lead smut but you can easily imagine any male *coughharrycough* as the males are described as tall, well-built, with a nice head of hair - read anything this author writes - it's good, you will find almost any trope - ENJOY)

One Shot: Lakeside: werewolf!au, werewolf x reader

@zayndrivesmeinvain

Series (wip): The One That Got Away: In which Harry and Alena were college sweethearts, however, all of that has changed and the only thing keeping in contact is the fact that they have a child together. Is it possible for them to even get to a normal standing friendship or is that long gone? dadrry x oc | single dad!harry

i hit my link limits so was unable to insert link to part one of their series. check out their masterlist and you'll find it!

Wattpad

1-800-TITS = @1800titz (added May 21)

Series: The Devil is a Gentleman: "My name is Eros," the masked male cocks his head a smidge at her, and, if only slightly through the shadow casts between the parted zipper, Isla catches sight of a smile tugging at his lips on the latter fragment of his statement, "But you already know that. I'd hope, anyways. We've had a chat. Or two." His lips - his mouth. Isla ogles the latex through the peepholes of her own and wonders what shape the rest of his features take, what carves and forges his face, how his nose slopes, the assemblage of it all. "I think I recall, vaguely," she teases. "Mm. Vaguely. I'll take note of that. Well, although we are acquainted," Eros smooths his fingertips over the arm of the chair, a lavish facade of plastic masquerading. The latter fragment of his statement prompts the steady bump of her heart to spur behind her ribcage. "You will address me as Master." Isla swallows. Despite her prior train of thought looping so intently on the tracks to decipher what she believes he'd look like beneath his mask, it's entirely derailed by the serious note in his previously light cadence. She wonders how a mere introduction manages to send such a thrilling rush rolling down her spine. Eros leans forward, forearms braced to his splayed thighs, almost as if to bend to her level. "Or Sir. Master, Sir, it's all the same to me. Your preference." OR the one in which there's a sex club, Greek stage names, the exploration of boundaries, an open house, a pair of dress shoes, and two sides of the same coin.

_miiki

Series: Artwork & Aquarelle: "Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away.

Aggressivelyfriendly = @aggresivelyfriendly

Series: Who Names the Colors: In the last year, Joanne Smith Giles, has once again become Jo Smith. In another heartbreaking turn of events, she's also the single mother of an infant, again. She knows she can do this on her own, and better at 40 than 19, but it seems weird to be launching a son into manhood, a new career as an art professor, and changing nappies all in one day. She is so thankful when Ethan, her boy, comes home from Uni. Jo could use the help. His best friend, Harry, comes round too. And his launch into manhood may be another heartbreaking turn, for all of them

ErinAlterEgo = @yourwattpadmom

Series: Late night Talking: Alex is craving something at night, and it's not ice cream. Encouraged by her husband to explore a polyamory relationship to meet some of her more....eclectic tastes, she finds herself on a dating app for the first time in her life. She expected maybe some interesting experiences, possibly her first one-night stand ever. She didn't expect to meet a man who made her question everything about herself. Harry is on a new path in his life that is exciting and different than he ever could have imagined. He's looking for excitement, experiences, but definitely not love and attachment. When he meets Alex, he sees a whole new path that he's unsure he wants to go down, but finds it hard to resist.

Hitterj (love all of her stuff!)

Series: All This Time: The coming-of-age story of Harry and Riley who have known each other for years, but never actually knew each other. They've spent countless nights at the same parties, shared a few drinks and glances, they're even on track to graduate top of their class. What happens when out of nowhere they start to connect? Like an invisible string pulls them together, so they can experience life and love and heartbreak. Riley and Harry learn a lot about themselves, and ultimately have to choose what's best for their future no matter how difficult that can be. But does love find a way? After all this time?

Series: Kiwi: If you don't know about this one by now... go read it - super duper smutty and sweet and angsty

Series: Sweet Little Lies: All her life, Ivy Malone has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. Ivy hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Harry Styles was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Malone's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Queenstown, Ivy and Harry have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.

MysteryMixtapes (Just go read all their stuff)

Series: Stall & Stall 2: Violence/gangs/dark

Series: Perspective: Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying?

Series: Unforgettable: "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?"

Peanutboyfriend (read all of Birdie's stuff - you won't regret it)

Series: Aerial: In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is.

Petit_cerise

Series: Devil's Due & Devil's Desire: Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back.

Sunflowersnstuff

Series: One Word & Wonderland: We're all mad here, it's Wonderland.

ThousandYearsOfHope

Series: Lonely Nights: Willow Mackey is a quiet girl, but she is fiercely loyal and will never lie to you. Harry Styles is her brother's best friend, and someone she'll always have a soft spot for. Grown up and no longer shielded by their ages, lines start to blur, and mistakes keep being made. For the first time in her life, Willow realises that sometimes, the truth is too painful to hear. But how could she ever say no to the one person that's always understood her better than she understands herself?

Series: Pretty Boy: One night of impulse shouldn't lead to much for Joni Lewis, but when she meets the alluring Harry Styles, an opportunity arises that she can't ignore. A Harry Styles short story inspired by Pretty Woman.

Writhali (I really like everything I've read by Thali)

Series: Ambit: Gangs/violence/action/SMUT - "Hell's boring, Birdie." He claims, that cold, dead stare back to his eyes. "And this, this is what I call a Monday night."

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One More Night of Freedom

.... hey.... So this is another piece of filth! Stripper!Y/N and Bachelor Party!H with his one night of freedom. I hope you enjoy love bugs!

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Warnings- infidelity (H cheating WITH Y/N), stripping, dirty talk, daddy kink if you squint, slight anal play. We don't condone cheating irl thanks

WC- 4.6k

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Harry knew it was wrong. So wrong, so against every normal moral compass he usually held, but there was something about the woman in front of him that enchanted him. Made him second guess everything.

It was his bachelor party and his mates had encouraged him- forced him, really- to go to the back room to get a private dance from the one he’d been eyeing up all night. It was hard not to, with her creamy smooth skin, breasts held up perfectly by her bra and those fucking garters around her thighs- it was a major weakness of his. She moved her body like water, smooth and rippling as she worked around the pole. Hair following her like a velvet curtain and a cat like grin, full of filthy promise. His head had been reeling as an unfamiliar feeling rose in his guts and his cock shamefully grew in his trousers.

The thing was- He’d been trying to talk himself out of having cold feet for months. Proposing was what felt like the next logical step. That’s what her friends had said, what her parents had hinted out. They weren’t wrong, he supposed. Savannah was a good girl, someone his parents approved of, and she was nice. The sex was alright, she didn’t complain, and she was beautiful. But there was something missing.

That passion. That lust he’d always thought he would feel when it came to his forever partner. Something he’d been convinced wasn’t real. And he was a piece of shit, because watching the woman in the skimpy get up approach him as he sat in the oversized cushy chair, his cock had more interest in her than it had in his fiancè in the last 4 months.

“Hello.” She purred, syrupy voice warming his bones. “I heard I was specifically requested and with quite a nice tip promised. I can’t help but be flattered.” He could see her skin sparkling, like there was body shimmer sprinkled all over her. The thighs, the chest, her breasts especially- he felt that guilt in his stomach start to dissipate as she got closer to him. She smelled sweet, like coconuts and vanilla, and she stared right back into his eyes. Her lips painted a cherry red, he nearly panted as she placed her knees on either side of his spread thighs and sat on top of him.

God, he felt like his heart could beat out of his chest. Her warmth went straight to his cock though she wasn’t sitting on it yet, her hair long and brushing his forearm as he kept it on the arm of the leather chair. It was oversized for this specific purpose, he thought.

“Well, I have to admit to you that the feeling is mutual. I could feel your eyes on me when I was on the stage and I was impressed. Such a handsome man.” Her fingers stroked his jawline, tilting it up towards her face as she moved her hips. He was hypnotized. Eyes dipping to her lips and back up to her heated eyes. “You’ve got me for an hour, now. I think you should introduce yourself.”

He could barely feel his tongue, but he had to get to talking. She almost intimidated him, sitting on top of him and touching him like she had all the rights to be there. Like he wasn’t about to get married. “Harry. My name’s Harry.” He rasped, managing to spew those words out without losing his tongue. Thank god, because he knew it wanted to do many other things.

“Yeah? Well, Harry… you can call me Angel.” She purred, slipping her fingers up and through his hair. It was embarrassing when he let out a soft moan, feeling her manicured nails against his scalp. It had been so long since someone touched him like this. His fiancè was sweet, but she didn’t really… do much for him. Not like this. She’d make a good wife, a good mother no doubt, but he wanted more than that. “I don’t usually take offers like this, you know.” The temptation moved from straddling him to standing in front of him, turning around and bending over to brush her ass against his crotch. “I don’t do private rooms but being blunt? I thought you were sexy. We can break a few rules tonight, can’t we?”

Her body laid on top of his as she rolled her ass on top of him, making him drop his head back against the chair. There was no way she couldn’t feel his cock, not with the way it was straining against his trousers. She moved perfectly against it, her arm coming back to tangle in his hair. Her temple was against his cheek, feeling the slight scruff as she took his hand from where it was clenching the arm of the chair with white knuckles, pulling it to run over her stomach.

“Usually… we don’t let people touch us. But I think I can make an exception for you.” Her hand was slow as she moved it up, trying to feel for any resistance. It was clear she wasn’t going to make him do more than he wanted- but that was the problem. He wanted. Fucking desperately. It was hard to hold on to the resolve, to remain faithful when the girl of his dreams was dangling herself like a cat going for a string. He wanted to touch and taste and feel. All the things he absolutely, positively should not do.

“Yeah?” His voice was dark and rough, trying to find his self control and ultimately failing as he let her drag his hand up and cup around her breast. The both of them let out a noise of relief as he squeezed without her urging, continuing her moving on him. “What kind of exception?”

“Well… your friends told me that you have one more night of freedom. That you didn’t seem like you were getting what you needed in your other situation.” Her thumb ran over his ring finger. “They told me that you needed to pull your head out of your ass and see that it’s a mistake.” Her body moved further up, lips ghosting his jaw. “To put it bluntly, Harry, they wanted me to show you that you could have the attention you want. Don't settle for the first pretty face that someone approves of. Sometimes….” She moaned as his fingers pinched her pierced nipple through the lace of her bra. “Sometimes you’ve got to be reminded of the things you could have.”

Harry was in a trance. He’d barely had a sip of his drink, having been too enthralled with her on the stage. His friends must have noticed it, and he hadn’t even been sure considering he had stared her whole set. Tipped most of his cash he’d taken out. At one cold sober, and he couldn’t even blame it on anything but his own mind. He hadn’t allowed himself to look at other women, tried desperately to make this work and be faithful but fuck, he was losing. Her supple ass moved against his cock, his fingers plucked her nipple as she was giving him an in.

“And how am I going to be reminded of that?” He was going to regret this, probably. When he woke up tomorrow and the adrenaline had faded… or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe his mind would be as clear like he had been dying to have it.

“Like this.” She hummed. “Let yourself do what you want with me, Harry. If you do decide to go through with it… if you cuff yourself to that woman, as lovely as she may be… you’ll have had one final night of freedom.” Her voice was a purr. “Let me take care of you.”

It scared him. Being locked into a relationship he knew he wasn’t going to be fully satisfied with… it wasn’t what anyone wanted, but he felt a little trapped. He’d settled, he knew that, but it hadn’t been so obvious to him until a woman he was truly attracted to came and ruined his plans. It wasn’t fair to put this on her, but it was like looking at his decision for what it was. A mistake.

He wished he could be stronger. He wished he had more resolve, that his prick wasn’t leaking in his pants as he palmed her tits, that he stopped her from sinking to her knees and undoing the belt his fiancè had bought him for his birthday, that he didn’t raise his hips and help her pull his pants down. He wished he could say he didn’t groan in satisfaction as her hot little tongue ran up the length of his cock, from his sac to his tip with a filthy little giggle, but he did it anyways.

“Fuck…” she cooed. “Such a pretty cock, Harry.” Her words were murmured as she lapped over the leaking slit. “I’m going to take care of you. Don’t worry about a thing, okay?” She took his hand and pulled it to her hair. “I’ll pinch your thigh if I need to stop for a second. Let go of all that worry and let me take care of you.”

The guilt that had still tried to roll around in his stomach began to dissipate yet again as she sunk her head down on his length. Taking him down, showing off her skills as he felt the tip of his cock in back of her fucking throat. His mouth fell open as he looked down, feeling her nose brush his tummy before she pulled up, saliva stringing to her lips as she sent him a filthy grin. Harry hadn’t felt that in ages, his fiancè more gentle with the way she gave oral- refined. She didn’t like to do it much anyways which- it was fine. Everyone had their preferences. But fuck, when she spit thickly on his cock and used her hand to stroke and smear it all over, he remembered just how much he missed a sloppy blowie. How much he missed the animalistic desire, when a person would be so eager to please that they’d put their all into it.

“Shit.” He hissed through his teeth. “That’s good.” The words fell from his tongue without a second thought and her eyes brightened as she sucked the tip back into her mouth. The soft squelch of her wet hand stroking him was audible, sucking firm on the ruddy tip and her tongue brushed the slit, making his breathing quicken. He was only a few minutes into it and it was the best head he’d ever had. “Take more.”

The Angel on her knees simply looked up at him, putting her clean hand on his on the back of her head and motioning for him to push.

Fuck.

“You- You want me to fuck your mouth.” He rasped, watching as she nodded, humming the best she could around him. How could he say no to that? When his prick was dripping for her and her hand was firmly stroking over the base. He held her hair in his hand, slowly pushing her down as he watched. Her red lips had smeared on his cock and his stomach and he knew he’d need to wash up before he got home and his clueless fiancè possibly saw, but it sent a thrill up his spine. Watching her stretched lips sink all the way down, marveling at how she took it with only a few gags- he was in his own version of heaven.

“Christ, you’re good at that.” He grit his teeth, pulling her up slightly before pushing her back down. “Let me know when you need to breathe. Fuck, it’s been so long.” His head rolled back on the chair, lifting his hips slightly as he felt her throat flex. She was drooling around him, letting out noises that vibrated against him and added to the pleasure. It was disgusting, filthy, so fucking wrong- and yet he was obsessed.

She sat like a good girl, even though she was being a filthy whore for him, her free hand gently dragging her nails over his inner thigh. It made him fucking crazy, hissing as he really fucked into her throat. She’d feel it tomorrow, she’d remember taking his spoken for prick into her mouth and changing his whole fucking world view. “Such a good slut for me. Can’t believe you’re taking all of this, fucking Angel.” He slurred, rutting up into her face as she let out little gags and fueled his arousal.

Giving her a chance to breathe, he relished in the choked sound she let out as he pulled out of her mouth. She panted, pulling on his length before spitting on him. The girl was a fucking wreck, eyes wet with tears and chin dripping with spit but she looked happier than he’d ever seen anyone else taking his cock. It made him think about how she’d never seemed this happy to pleasure him. It was done, of course, but it seemed like a chore. This girl, Angel, which he doubted was her real name- she was enjoying every bit of it. Loving it. “You like sucking me off, don’t you?” He thumbed away some of the mess.

“I love it.” She admitted, turning her head to press a kiss over his thumb. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to suck a pretty cock. None have been as good as yours.” The girl’s voice was wrecked and it did something to him, the most primal part. “Is this all you want, sir?” Her eyes gazed into his own. “Did you want to cum into my throat? Or….” She tilted her head. “Did you want to do more to me?” Her eyes fluttered as she gave him a soft, coy little look that made his prick twitch in her hand. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

The man didn’t even know that was an option. Honestly- he shouldn’t. This was bad enough. He was cheating, he was fucking up massively, but he couldn’t deny he was drawn to this woman. This beautiful stripper who had given him the most glorious head and let him fuck into her throat. It would be wrong to fuck her. So fucked up, so awful to do this and crawl back into bed with Savannah when he got home- but he couldn’t say no. He really, really needed this.

“I want to know your real name before I fuck you.” He decided, sealing his fate as an awful- but sexually satisfied- person.

“Y/N.” She mumbled, moving up his body. “But don’t tell anyone else, yeah? I like you…” her lips brushed against his own. “So I’m going to let you do awful, filthy things to me. The stuff the girl at home won’t let you do.” The side took the lead again and took his hand, cupping it over his cunt. “Don’t waste a tight, hot cunt that’s wet for you. Or… my ass.” She purred. “It’s all up to you. I’m open to anything with a cock like that.”

Harry moved in a blur. A double check she was okay with it, a condom being produced from the side drawer that she slipped on his cock and her body climbing on top of his, he couldn’t really find a way to stop himself when the mere sight of her had changed his plans, ruined his mental resolve. Her panties yanked to the side, her slick cunt wasted no time. He’d offered to prep her but she shook her head, telling him she wanted the stretch- and he wasn’t going to tell this girl no.

His mouth fell open as he groaned, watching her cunt spread for him. He had a front row seat as she sat herself on top of his cock, watching it fill her up. She whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders as her tummy jumped at the sharp breaths, but she never stopped. Slowly taking him in, she engulfed him and covered him in that tight, sopping heat that he had been desperate for. She was much tighter than the woman he had waiting for him at home, and the thought only spurred him on. “Fuck me… you’re so tight.” He hissed, hands gripping her ass tight. His marks would be visible on her. She’d stumble home and go to sleep, wake up with the reminder of his cock in her and his hands on her- but he couldn’t have the same. He wished he could, though he doubted he could ever forget this.

“Just for you.” She purred, pushing him to lean back against the chair. Fully sat on him, she began to grind over him. Whimpering as her clit brushed his stomach, looking at his face as his eyes were moving from where they were connected and her face. He looked almost like he was in pain, but she knew it was pleasure. Getting used to feeling her around him. The girl knew it was wrong to do this, but she never claimed to be a saint. A man as sexy as him should be positive about who he was marrying, because god knew he could get anyone he wanted. “Is that what you needed, Harry? Needed a tight cunt wrapped around your big cock?” She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Testing her limits.

Everything about this was wrong, but it had never felt so right being inside of a woman. Feeling her squeeze him as she rocked back and forth in his lap, her breasts brushing his chest and her lips nearing his. He knew kissing her would be the final nail in the coffin, the last straw, there would be no turning back or controlling his urges. But he knew she was the one in control at the moment and he was at the mercy of the beautiful woman and the needs of his leaking cock. “So fucking good, baby.” He panted. “S’all I needed.”

Y/N beamed, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his head back before connecting their lips. And that was game over for Harry.

He gave in. Submitting to his desires, the last tiny droplet of guilt drying up like water on a hot pan. Sizzling away as the arousal burned hot in his gut, his balls tight and full as she began to lift herself up and down on his prick and her tongue entered his mouth. Sweet like cherry vanilla, moaning into his mouth as she fucked herself on his cock like she owned it. Hell- he had to admit that tonight, she did own it. She was giving him everything that he had been dying for, begging for, but couldn’t have. He’d settled without it for a while but this was the reminder that it could be better- he could have better.

She was so fucking wet. Harry’d never felt pussy like this before, not with it dripping down to his balls and smearing over his stomach as she whimpered against his mouth. Her hand held his hair and tugged, making him growl against her mouth as he began to fuck into her. Sinking down further into the chair with his feet firm on the ground, bucking into her welcoming, sopping hole as she let out little noises against his mouth.

“Take me.” She taunted through breaths. “Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me like you’ve been needing.” Lips dragged across his own and he could feel her smile. “She doesn’t give it to you like this, does she?” Her hand pulled harder at the nape of his neck, making him grit his teeth. “Doesn’t suck you nice and messy, doesn’t let you take her pussy like this? How could she waste such a gorgeous cock…” her other hand clenched down on his shoulder, a squeak leaving her as Harry’s hand came down roughly on her ass. “Oh, fuck. She doesn’t let you do that either, does she?” The girl had nerve to giggle against him, suckling on his bottom lip as he snarled. “Do it again, baby. Hit me.”

Harry felt like he could pass out. Fucking into her cunt without reservation, her filthy words fanning the flames of his arousal and dousing any possible guilt even just talking about her, she told him to smack her ass again. So he did. He didn’t hold back, feeling the sting in his hand but also noticing how she got even more soaked as his length pistoned into her, how she let out a string of low curses before tugging his hair harsher. “Again.” She growled. “Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me like you can’t do to her. Are you going to lock down this perfect cock on someone who can’t use it right?” Y/N was pushing boundaries but she was getting what she wanted, another rough spank that she was sure would bruise.

“Yes, yes- you know I’m right.” A giggle of disbelief filled the room, along with the slap of wet skin. “You could have pussy whenever you want. Don’t-don’t tie yourself to someone you can’t pound like a slut. That’s what you’ve been needing, isn’t it? Pussy better than that frigid bitch of a wannabe wife-“ the words were cut off as Harry took control. Turning them around, he stuffed her face into the cushy back of the chair and lifted her hips up, making her scramble to hold on to the chair as he slammed back in.

“Shut the fuck up.” He hissed, tugging her head to the side so she could breathe but holding on the side of her head so she stayed put. “Just shut up and take my cock like the good little whore you claim to be. Fucking slut.” He smacked her ass again, smiling to himself at the fucked out smile on her face. This was the nasty shit he’d been holding back, no outlet to put it in. It was pathetic, he knew it, not going after what he wanted- but this was a wake up call. Women like Y/N existed. Who wanted it just like he did, who taunted and craved and let themself get messy. Didn’t worry about bruises, who asked for it harder. This was his dream woman, if he was being honest.

“Sorry, Daddy.” She whined. “I’ll be good for you. Just don’t stop fucking me. I’m gonna cum.” It wasn’t a secret. He could feel it, feel her beginning to pulse around his length as he railed her. He was in her stomach, fucking her deep and she took every inch. The thought lingered in his mind, thinking about how an hour wasn’t enough. He needed more of this. He wanted to take his time, to make her whimpery and wobbly in the knees. Make her fall out of work the next day. It wasn’t something he thought she did, but if she would allow it he knew he was going to pay her for every second. He’d been depriving himself of everything he wanted for the idea of a picture perfect life, for what people thought he should have. “You’re going to make me cum…” the warning was higher pitched, her eyes watering.

“I can feel it. God, can’t believe how lucky I’ve got it. Perfect little slut for my cock.” The chair was hitting the wall but the pumping music outside muffled it. His balls smacked against her clit, getting wet with each thrust and making her legs quiver. The girl’s fingers held tightly to the chair he was fucking her into, body lax and giving him then ability to do whatever he needed. “Maybe I’ll come back and take this pussy again. Would you like that? Like being a nasty fuck like this, ruining my plans?”

“Yes- yes, don’t keep this dick away from me, Harry. I’ll do anything to have it again.” She was cockdrunk and he knew she may not mean it, but it was what he needed to hear. Y/N was doing what he’d needed to have months ago, providing him the mental clarity to see he was making a massive mistake if he went through with this. “She doesn’t have to know. I’ll be quiet, please- come back and see me. Shit.” Her hand hit the fabric, eyes hooded as he gave her what she needed in return. “Or don’t go th-through with it. I can give you what you need- oh my god.” Her words were interrupted by him spreading her open and spitting right over her hole, thumbing over her ass. “Yes. Yes- please, do it.”

Harry was in awe of her, pressing into the needy girl’s ass with his thumb and watching as her mouth dropped open. It was a domino effect after that. Pushing his thumb in and pulling it out only once before filling her back up, she began to shake under him before letting out a choked moan of his name- she came. Wet and hot, gushing slightly around his cock and making a mess as she came, slick and perfect for him.

He wished he had more willpower, but it had been so long since he’d fucked properly. Seeing her whine and reach back, finding his arm and digging her nails into his forearm and cumming like a mess around his cock, he was quick to follow. It surprised him how intense it was. Feeling her pulsating hole trying to milk him of every drop, he growled loudly and sloppily thrust into her, looking at the creamy cunt as he unloaded into the condom. His legs felt weak as he slowed his thrusts, breathing heavy and sweat covering his forehead as he looked down at the view under him.

His dick sheathed by the best pussy he’d ever had, her ass snug up against his body and her blissed out face looking back at him. He was a mess, one that he knew he wouldn’t be able to explain to anyone without making it abundantly clear about what happened, but this was the best he’d felt in months.

“You okay?” He asked softly, stroking the hair out of her face. “Went rough on you.” His knuckle brushed away the trail of tears. It did something for his ego, he knew, and this would be something he remembered forever. The most beautiful woman looking at him like he’d hung the damn moon. He’d done that to her. It filled him with pride. This was the feeling he was supposed to have after sex. That feeling he’d been going crazy searching for. Not the slight disappointment as soon as the lackluster orgasm faded. Savannah wasn’t a bad woman, not at all- but she wasn’t right for him.

“I’m fucking perfect.” She breathed out, shaking her head. “Just- don’t pull out yet. I need a minute.” Her voice was weaker now as she slumped against the chair, Harry following suit. Pressing himself against her back, he took the lead and kissed her again, humming at the taste of him and cherry vanilla on her lips. “Are you going to come back and see me?” She mumbled as he pulled back a bit.

“I’d like to, yeah.” He laughed breathlessly. “Have some things to break off but… I’d love your number, if that’s something you’d be comfortable with.” If he didn’t do this again, he thinks he may die. Dramatic, but his life was changed. “Mmm…”’she hummed. “I don’t usually do that, but I’ll make another exception for you.”

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💖 Eddie Munson x Reader Fic Recs 💖

I just wanna show some appreciation for a few of my all-time favorite Eddie fics! Here’s a handful of the series & oneshots that have really stuck out to me in all the time I've been reading - there's A TON of great writers on here who have posted really stellar work :^)

List under the cut!

june baby by @luveline - luveline jade u are a celebrity to me. this was the first Eddie story I ever read and it is so beautiful. it's tender. it's melancholy. it's realistic. it's gorgeous. it honestly makes me feel something I've never felt reading any other fanfiction.

oh, baby by @inknopewetrust - another one of my first Eddie fics! the feeling that this series invoked in me is what I aspire to invoke in others for my own writing someday. it's just so sweet and funny and made me nostalgic, in the same way that watching '80s teen films do, except it's even better because Eddie is in this one. I wanted so badly to just dive into the story and really experience it for myself.

hoping I'll find [a glimpse of us] by @inknopewetrust - this smashed my heart into 1000 pieces, and then promptly glued it very sloppily back together and I've reread it like six times just to reinflict the pain. I love rockstar!Eddie stories that maintain some realism about what that type of relationship would look like, and this fic does that SO perfectly. masterclass in angst right here.

dancing with myself by @ambrossart - this one hits close to home! and even though it hurts along the way, there's a happy ending that it builds so nicely towards! it's beautifully paced & the reader is very funny. you can just tell that the her backstory & relationship w/ Eddie was so carefully thought out, it really feels like this was written with so much love! and I LOVE that it doesn't paint Chrissy as a villain.

10 things I hate about you by @spideyanakin - so glad that we all collectively agree that Patrick is Eddie-coded. and in this fic the parallels are there, without Eddie sacrificing his own unique character - that part is handled really beautifully! and the ST characters are worked into the original movie's narrative so well. it's the perfect mix of fluff and drama!

freaky friday by @jo-harrington - I adore this series! I love this version of Eddie so much I could cry, he is so sweet and selfless, I want to give him the entire world. and an Eddie & Steve body swap? 10/10. lindsay and jamie lee, eat your hearts out.

to know you're mine by @blueywrites - oooohboy. I almost didn’t read this one (just because I would normally avoid swinging/cheating in a fic) but I'm so glad I did, because it was like being on the homer's odyssey of 18+ ST fanfiction. it’s wild. bluey girl u were insane for this. and i mean that as an extremely high compliment. i was so damn invested!

i will wait by @abibliophobiaa, @blueywrites, @breddiemunson, @myosotisa, @fracturedarkness - there's three chapters, it's on hiatus, I don't care, I will literally keep reading these three chapters over and over again and just fill in the blanks myself if I must. it's that good. you guys are amazing. I am totally enthralled.

rumor by @msgexymunson - this is what turned me on to older!Eddie. I love him, and I desire him carnally, and specifically this version of him. when I daydream about Eddie sweeping me off my feet, I think about Eddie in this series. he's everything to me. I even wrote my own older neighbor Eddie fic because of this!

trapped under ice by @munson-blurbs - the iron grip this fic had me in...I'm still going back and re-reading my favorite parts. it's beautifully developed. this version of Eddie is so real and believable. Harris is my favorite kid he's ever been given. an all-time, truly, I can't sing its praises enough.

siren!eddie by @parkermunson - a monster-ish Eddie fic! I'm a sucker for anything that incorporates mermaids and sirens and the like, so I really love this concept. it's a great story, I love our protective, doting fishboy, and hope to see more of him!

use me by @reysorigins - simultaneously the nastiest and sweetest fic ever. smut, but it's interspersed with these moments of such deep-seated love and yearning between Eddie and the reader that it made me want to cry! incredible piece.

mine and yours by @muertawrites - ahhhh this one is so so sweet! dating is so fucking hard, I think we could all use a comforting, reassuring moment with a sweetheart like Eddie, who is especially kind to us in this fic. I love the way he’s written here.

our patron saint of the arts by @storiesbyrhi - I love an artsy, crafty reader! I feel like Eddie would be sooo into someone who’s creatively-minded like him. this is the dream relationship, basically, these two are adorable together! (and Eddie in a dress! 😗)

And this is just a sample of what’s out there! Some of these are fics that I read very early on, even before I started this blog. I was more shy then, too, so I feel like I never showed them the appreciation I should have! You guys are all so talented, these works are very inspiring to me.

To readers: I encourage you to let the writers know how much you enjoy their work! Reblog! Leave a comment, even if it’s just in the tags! Write a reply, or send them a message, even if it’s on anon! I’m trying to get better at doing these things myself, too 💖

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Boyfriends

Sinopse: Imagine baseado na música ‘Boyfriends’ - Harry Styles

Emparelhamento: namorado!Harry Styles x Leitora.

Aviso: angústia, traição, termino, final feliz?

NotaAutora: Esse imagine retrata minha interpretação da música, espero que gostem.

Já era tarde no momento em que S/n começou a ouvir batidas em sua porta fazendo com que acordasse. Exausta, com seus olhos inchados pela sessão de choro que teve antes de cair no sono, ela levantou-se da cama, caminhando até sua porta verificando pelo olho mágico suspirando porque sabia que não devia cometer o erro de abri-la. Ela ouviu seu nome ser chamado algumas vezes, provavelmente os vizinhos a odiariam pela manhã. Seu estômago embrulhou e seu coração bateu forte, só com a ideia de vê-lo depois de toda a humilhação que ele lhe tinha feito passar, talvez ela soubesse que era melhor voltar para a cama naquele instante, mas era uma tola, por Harry ela sempre foi.

"Gatinha." O tom rouco da voz de Harry sempre mexia com ela.

"Será que dá para parar de incomodar? Meus vizinhos estão dormindo, eu estava dormindo."

"Eu só precisa te ver." Ele fez um beicinho. "Trouxe isto para você."

“Só flores Harry? Pelo que você fez, acho que merecia mais que isso, não é?"

"Gatinha, eu já pedi desculpas."

"Você me envergonhou na frente de toda a minha família, você tem alguma noção? Só por causa desse seu ciúme ridículo, só desculpas não basta."

"Se não agisse que nem uma vadia dando em cima do seu primo." Ele murmurou baixinho, porém alto o suficiente para a mulher enfurecida em sua frente ouvir.

"É sério isso?" Ela gritou indginada. "É assim que você vem resolver as coisas?"

"Me desculpe." Ele bufou. "Só me deixe tentar consertar isto?" Implorou. " Você não quer que algum vizinho apareça reclamando que estamos gritando aqui fora não é?"

Ela apenas cruzou os braços deixando-o entrar em seu apartamento, assim que a porta foi trancada ele deixou as flores em cima do balcão perto da entrada indo até ela, seus dedos brincaram em seu cabelo colocando atrás da orelha, depois descendo para acariciar sua bochecha, por último secando algumas lágrimas que escorriam de seus olhos.

"Eu sei que fui um completo idiota, eu não suporto ver outro cara perto de você, tocando em você, você é minha, sabe que eu acabo perdendo a cabeça, mas é só porque eu sou louco por você e você sabe disso." Ele sorriu deixando suas belas e sedutoras covinhas aparecerem. "Gatinha, eu sei que também não mereço seu perdão e tudo bem, só quero que saiba que te amo e o quanto eu me arrependo."

S/n realmente não queria cometer os mesmos erros por Harry, não era a primeira vez e não seria a última, ela sabia que isso provavelmente levaria à um desastre, mas ela sempre acabaria voltando para ele como sempre faz.

"O quanto você me ama?" Ela perguntou baixinho com um olhar de cachorrinho.

"A ponto de socar um cara por você?" Ele no fundo ainda se orgulhava disso.

"É isso é muito." Ela sorriu, se enganando como se aquilo fosse realmente um gesto de amor. "Mas promete que nunca mais fará uma coisa dessas? Eu não quero ter que passar por isso de novo Harry." Os olhos pidões dela sempre o deixava com o coração mole.

"Eu prometo." Harry a puxou para mais perto dele, começando a deixar um rastro de beijos ao longo de seu pescoço. "Tudo o que você quiser amor."

Ela tentava se convencer que desta vez suas palavras seriam reais.

"Harry, hoje não." S/n afastou-se.

"Por que não? Você sabe que quer." Ele puxou sua cintura a encurralando contra a parede. "Deixei-me te fazer sentir bem." Ele sussurrou em seu ouvido enquanto seu corpo ia cedendo cada vez mais a ele.

"Não." Ela ainda tentava se afastar, não porque ela não queria, mas sua consciência implorava para não sucumbir a todos os desejos de Harry, ele merecia ao menos não tê-la por uma noite, só para sentir-se mal com o que ele fez.

"Tem certeza disto?" Ele deu um sorriso arrogante antes de colar os lábios nos seus, suas mãos movendo-se para as costas dela decendo até a sua bunda agarrando-a. "Por favor." Ele sussurrou em seu ouvido enquanto continuou tentando, vagando seu corpo, lhe provocando, porque ele sabia exatamente como deixá-la exatamente como ele queria.

Ele sabia que S/n cederia, ela estava na palma da mão dele e era inegável o quão fácil ela voltava para ele em um estralar de dedos. Não era difícil de notar quem era o mais apaixonado nesse relacionamento. Harry se sentia mal, ele sabia que isso não era bom para ela, ele não era bom para ela, mas ele tinha suas necessidades e ela supria todas elas muito bem e talvez Harry se importasse mais em ter alguém para alimentar seu ego do que realmente nos sentimentos de S/n.

Ela foi rápida em afastar-se dele e puxá-lo para seu quarto, ela sabia que se pensasse demais provavelmente não conseguiria continuar. S/n o empurrou para cama subindo em cima dele, beijos desleixados eram deixados em todo pescoço de Harry quando ela notou um sorriso no rosto dele, enquanto olhava para ela.

"O que foi?" Perguntou um pouco ofegante e confusa.

"Eu sabia que você iria ceder." O sorriso vitorioso mais uma vez se instalou em seu rosto "Minha garota sempre cede por mim." Ele diz com convicção antes de voltar a beija-lá.

S/n acordou já era um pouco tarde, estendendo sua a mão para encontrar Harry ela só encontrou lençóis vazios. Abrindo devidamente seus olhos, sentando-se na cama ela ainda levou alguns minutos para se recompor, puxando o cobertor para cobrir seu corpo nu. Ela tentou ignorar a dor em seu peito quando se lembrou sobre o dia anterior, relembrando as memórias difíceis, S/n percebeu que tudo o que Harry fez foi machucar seu coração e mesmo assim ele estava na sua cama no final da noite.

"Ei, dorminhoca você acordou." Harry sorriu passando pela porta carregando uma bandeja, seus olhos se arregalam quando ele se aproximou havia ovos, torradas, bacon, alguns morangos cortados e duas xícaras de chá.

"O que é isso tudo?"

"Café da manhã na cama, só para você."

Ele colocou a bandeja cuidadosamente no final da cama e lhe entregando uma xícara, logo se inclinando pressionando seus lábios contra os dela.

"Tudo para minha garota."

"Baby, não me interprete mal, mas por que isso agora?"

"Eu só queria me desculpar por ontem."

"Ah! Sim." Ela deu um sorrisofraco abaixando a cabeça.

Ela já tinha entendido tudo, ele sempre fazia isso, era típico do Styles, após uma enorme burrada, Harry mimava S/n com tudo o que ele tinha de melhor e ela deixava, era bom, ela se sentia especial, isso durava por alguns dias ou até semanas o tempo que passava com ele era agradável até o ciclo tóxico começar a se repetir.

"Você realmente não pode me impedir de te tratar bem, não é?." Enquanto ele dizia, pegou um pequeno morango, molhando no chantilly ao lado levando aos lábios dela.

Harry sorriu observando-a morder a fruta, seus lábios roçando nas pontas dos dedos dele, deixando escorrer os sucos do morango em seu dedo que rapidamente ela chupou, ele pareceu gostar muito disso, porque logo em seguida, ele tinha sua boca na dela, deslizando a mão sob sua cintura agarrando com um pouco de firmeza enquanto saboreava o sabor doce de seus lábios.

"Acho melhor tomamos o café primeiro." Ela diz um pouco sem fôlego. "Quero aproveitar o que fez para mim, antes de você se aproveitar do meu corpinho de novo." Lançou-lhe um sorriso sacana.

"Claro, só me deixe pegar uma camisa para você."

Harry, levantou-se indo até o armário dela, ele estava tão cuidadoso e naquele instante ela desejou que aquele momento nunca acabesse.

Harry sabia que deveria parar, ele nem deveria estar fazendo isso em primeiro lugar, beijando os lábios de outra mulher, mas ele não conseguia pensar direito com as paredes macias dela apertando seu pênis. Tudo o que ele conseguia pensar era como sua pele nua se sentia bem embaixo dele. Ela era uma estranha gemendo seu nome enquanto sua namorada provavelmente estava em seu próprio apartamento esperando por ele. Harry tinha ciência que eventualmente as coisas iriam explodir bem na cara dele e ele iria perder tudo, incluindo S/n, no entanto, no momento ele não conseguia se importar, as sensações que aquela mulher estava lhe dando o deixava cada vez mais perto de seu orgasmo e mais longe de sua própria realidade.

Quem poderia culpá-lo? Ele apenas havia sido vítima de seus desejos. Era normal, ele era um humano, um homem e ele não esperava que S/n entrasse em sua casa, especialmente enquanto ele tinha uma garota loira bem embaixo dele.

"Merda! Merda! Merda!" Harry praguejou saindo o mais rápido possível da cama. "S/n! Espere!" Ele implorou com os lençóis enrolados em sua cintura.

"Harry! Acabou." Ela gritou.

"Eu posso explicar!"

S/n então parou bruscamente cruzando os braços virando para ele.

"Me diz Harry, como você explica isso?" Indagou com seu rosto queimando de lágrimas.

"Foi um erro, eu amo você."

"Vá se fuder."

"S/n por favor."

"Não! Eu estou cansada de te amar e no final receber isto." Sua voz trêmula mal saia. "Adeus Harry."

2 meses depois.

S/n devia ter percebido, foi tão estupida, ela realmente pensou que seria diferente, mas os velhos hábitos de Harry nunca mudaram, foi só questão de tempo para eles comecarem a reaparecer, no final da noite ele já nem estava na cama ao seu lado com os braços em volta dela, muitas vezes saía e desaparecia sem dizer para onde estava indo. Ela descobriu que ele havia voltado a beber e ficou ainda mais difícil de saber o que ele estava pensando, pois eles agora mal conversavam. Talvez ele não se sentia satisfeito com sua vida, apenas talvez fosse culpa dela.

Fingir e sorrir era o que ela fazia melhor, ela se importava com ele, realmente se importava, mesmo que seu coração batesse de dor, foi por isso que simplesmente mesmo depois de tudo ainda levou seu relacionamento adiante. Mas após vê-lo na cama com outra S/n se perguntou se tudo aquilo não passou de apenas um fingimento para ele? Se seu amor em algum momento foi real.

Agora S/n tentava viver sua vida normalmente, seu dia começou às cinco da manhã, ela correu para o trabalho tentando não pensar em Harry, no horário de almoço relutou consigo mesma para não vasculhar as redes sociais e saber como ele estava, no final do dia quando seu corpo estava doendo e tudo que ela precisava era apenas relaxar, pois já teve o suficiente, no caminho de volta para casa algo a puxou para sua antiga vida.

"Alô."

"Me desculpe S/n." A voz bêbada de Harry saiu arrastada ao telefone. "Eu sinto tanto a sua falta."

“Quem você pensa que é? O que te dá o direito de me ligar depois de toda a dor que você me causou?" Sua voz mal consegue sair, pois seu coração estava se partindo em pedaços.

Já se passaram dois meses desde que aconteceu e Harry liga para ela sempre que está bêbado, o que acontece frequentemente, mas ela nunca atendeu, não até essa ligação.—talvez ela sentiu falta de ouvir sua voz.

"Como você pôde?"

"Eu fui um idiota." Sua voz tinha um tom de arrependimento. "Eu sinto muito."

Harry sabia que errou, ele magoou a pessoa que mais amava ele no mundo inteiro, destruiu seu coração o deixando em pedaços que provavelmente nem saberia se um dia poderia se curar novamente, ele não queria isso, ele esperava que ela nunca soubesse, ele só esperava que ela continuasse sendo sua doce e feliz namorada.

"Isso não é o suficiente."

"Eu sei." Ele fungou. "Eu sei que nada mais será o suficiente para trazer minha garota de volta."

"Foi tudo mentira? O que tivemos era fingimento?"

"Não! Eu amo você! Sabe que sempre amei."

"Então por quê?"

"Eu não sei explicar, foi um erro, eu realmente nunca quis que isso acontecesse, ela não significa nada, eu juro, você é a única com quem eu quero estar, eu te amo e isso nunca mais vai acontecer de novo eu prometo, só volta para mim, eu não sou o mesmo sem você, estou tão sozinho e sinto tanto à sua falta." Choramingou.

Ele nunca viu Harry daquela maneira, talvez ele estivesse mesmo arrependido ou talvez só estivesse sozinho e bêbado.

Houve alguns minutos de silêncio no telefone, mas no fundo Harry podia ouvi-la chorando.

"Gatinha, por favor não chore, me perdoe." Ele se sentiu tão culpado.

"Eu te odeio Harry! Eu odeio amar você."

"Eu sei."

"Eu nunca vou te perdoar por isso."

"Eu sei." Ele fungou.

"Tchau! Harry, eu não posso mais continuar com isto." Ela diz antes de desligar.

Se permitindo chorar sentada em seu carro num estacionamento qualquer, tudo o que ela mais queria no momento era ver Harry e ela foi, mas o porquê ela não sabia, talvez ela precisasse de mais respostas, talvez ela só precisasse vê-lo mais uma vez. Ela só foi em direção as ruas que eram tão familiares, entrando no pequeno condomínio de luxo onde Harry morava, tendo suas mãos trêmulas enquanto batia na porta da casa dele.

"S/n?" Seu rosto parecia tão surpreso, quanto o dela pela coragem de estar ali.

Ela não disse nada, só pulou em seu braços começando a chorar, apesar de terem terminado, apesar dele ser o causador de sua dor, ele ainda era a pessoa a quem ela procurou para a consolar. Como pode uma pessoa lhe causar tanta dor, ao mesmo tempo, ser seu conforto? Esse pensamento só lhe fez chorar ainda mais.

"Ei, vai ficar tudo bem." Ele dizia acariando o cabelo dela.

"Não vai." Ela fungou em seu peito, sentindo o cheio forte de uísque. "Nada ficará bem Harry, eu sinto sua falta, eu te odeio por me fazer te amar tanto, porque você não merece isso, não merece que eu esteja aqui agora por você."

"Eu sei que não." A culpa o consumia. "Você não merecia ser tratada assim, eu estava apenas sendo um namorado de merda sem uma boa razão, eu sinto muito por não ter percebido isso antes e se tivesse a chance, eu faria qualquer coisa para compensar você." Ele deu um beijo no topo da sua cabeça.

Harry bêbado sempre foi o mais sincero, mas ela sabia que os jogos nunca terminavam, seria estupidez acreditar mais uma vez.

"Podemos deitar? Estou cansada, já está tarde."

"Quer ir pro quarto?"

"Não!" Ela automaticamente se lembrou da última vez que esteve ali, fazendo seu estômago embrulhar.

"Quarto de hóspedes?"

"Ótimo!"

Depois de S/n ter recusado que Harry preparasse algo para ela comer porque ele estava bêbado demais para qualquer coisa, logo após ela o ajudar com um banho frio para ele ficar um pouco mais sóbrio, os dois finalmente estavam naquela cama que parecia estranha, ali deitada com ele, uma parte dela se sentiu tola por estar sonhando com o futuro como ele, voltando a tudo isso mais uma vez, já Harry se sentia extremamente confortável, a sensação de tê-la ao lado dele era algo que ele não pensava que teria de novo, então ele a abraçou forte: ele tinha consciência que ainda tinha um longo caminho e coisas a se resolver antes dela voltar a ser sua doce namorada, mas por enquanto, ele estava feliz só por estarem ali.

"S/n?"

"Sim."

"Nós ficaremos bem, certo?" Ele perguntou baixinho, com seu coração apertado.

"Não sei…" Ela admitiu timidamente, lágrimas ameaçando derramar de seus olhos. "Eu espero que sim."

Muito obrigado pela leitura! Se você gostou, por favor, considere deixar algum feedback, opinião, sugestão, idea AQUI isso significa muito para mim.💕

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New Year's Day - Harry x Reader (Part 2 to What are you doing, NYE?)

Summary: Harry's done a number on you in the last 12 hours. You've gone from fighting for your boyfriend's attention to having trouble having him leave you alone.

warnings: lots of arguing, alcohol/drug use, angst.

a/n: read part 1 here! otherwise you WILL NOT understand what's happening.

I WILL BE DOING A PART 3, A HAPPY PART 3! YAY!

word count: 3.8k

y/n outfits throughout the part 1 / 2 / 3 harry outfits 1 / 2

"What do you think about that Austin guy, Y/N? He somehow found my IG and I want to think we hit it off.. do you agree?" Liv twirled her hair as she stared down at her phone. You laid on your back, stared at the ceiling, feeling empty and broken. "I don't know, Liv. Why?" You said monotoned.

She looks at you for a split second before looking down at her phone again. "Babe, come on. I'm trying to have a conversation with you."

You sigh. "I'm sorry... I just can't focus on very much." She shifts herself to lay next to you, you both staring at the ceiling. "Listen, honey. I won't talk about men anymore unless you're okay to listen. Okay?" You nod and she takes your hand in hers, squeezing it softly.

You felt the space between the two of you vibrate slightly. You look over and grab your phone to see Harry, calling you once again.

Harry's been trying to get a hold of you since the early hours of the morning. You, rightfully so, have sent him to voicemail more often than not.

"That fucker needs to get a clue, he fucked up, it's not even been a day. Ever hear of space?" She takes the phone out of your hands and answers it.

"Styles. Fuck off." Liv mutters.

"C'mon Liv, let me talk to her."

"Let me ask her. Hey, Y/N, do you want to talk to your two timing, sorry excuse of an ex boyfriend right now? NO? Didn't think so. She doesn't want to you."

"I didn't even hear her voice, Liv. C'mon."

"Harry, if you call back this number again, there's no telling the cussing out I will be doing. Leave Y/N alone. She clearly needs time away from you, give her that."

She hangs up and throws the phone off the bed on the carpeted floor. You squeeze her hand, feeling a tear slide down your cheek and down the side of your neck. Liv takes her hand and wipes the tear as she takes you into her arms, your held in tears easily flowing as you softly sob into her chest.

As you feel the tears let up, Liv's phone rings and she grumbles softly. She looks at the caller ID and groans.

"Styles, what the fuck did I say to you?"

"You said if you call back this number again. That was Y/N's, this is yours."

"Don't fucking play my words against me. You need to take a fuckin' hint, Styles."

"At least let me sit on speaker so she can hear me out. Please. I'll hang up as soon as I'm done."

Liv groans and rolls her eyes. "The second I hear shit I don't like you're getting blocked. I will not have you use me and my phone as a way to get an in to Y/N/N"

She puts the phone on speaker and places it in front of you. "You look at me if anything needs to be done, okay?" You nod and Harry starts talking.

"Y/N I swear to god, I did not kiss that girl."

"Ahem, but you did." Liv cut in. You look up at her with squinted eyes and she throws her hands up in defence. "Well its TRUE."

"Y/N, that kiss, it meant nothing to me. You're the only thing I feel anything with and that goes for everything. You're my constant. The reason my world has such a bright sun, because you are that source of warmth and joy for me. You are my life. I don't want to live if you're not in my life."

"Styles. Skip the ass kissing, tell her why you did what you did." Liv crosses her arms and you give her a slight smirk. She winks and you both look back down at the phone.

------ FLASHBACK -------

11:59PM, 60 seconds to midnight.

"Fuck, where is she?" Harry mutters to himself, searching the room for you. He didn't know if you were back from the bathroom and were as frantic to look for him as well so he stayed put, just in case you popped up in front of him to be his first kiss of the new year.

"Hey, handsome." One of the girls came up to Harry, feeling up his bicep and he shutters in discomfort.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N?"

"Don't worry about her, let's worry about what's going to happen in the next 10 seconds." She gets closer to him and Harry takes a small step back.

Before Harry could turn to walk away, he feels a pair of hands grab his face and crash their lips on his. Harry, full of alcohol and hungry for the lips of his girlfriend, kisses her back for one moment before realizing who is in front of him and he immediately pulls away. The girl smirks at him as Harry looks over in front of him.

There she was, the love of his life.

And she'd just caught him in the one thing he never thought he'd do to her.

"Y/N-"

He watches you run towards the crowd of people and he runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, Y/N!" He yells as she storms into the crowd, hoping to find you before it's too late.

Too bad for Styles, he already messed up.

------ PRESENT -------

"Wow." You say in shock.

"WAAAAIT A FUCKIN SECOND." Liv interrupts. "You mean to fuckin' tell me, you thought about your girlfriend while kissing one of those bimbo girls you had been flirting with the entire night? No way in HELL would I ever believe that bullshit."

"Well, lucky for you Liv, you don't have to believe me. That's up to Y/N" He says cockily over the phone.

"God you're such a arrogant fuck aren't you? You-you have NO idea how badly I want to rip your dick off and feed it to-"

"Liv!" You exclaim, smacking her arm. "Relax."

She takes a deep breath, in and out, then calmly continues.

"You're lucky Y/N is still nice to your lying, cheating ass. I'd have you kicked to the curb for good hours ago, but she's a good person. You fucked up, big time Styles. It's up to Y/N to believe you, thats right, but I will smack her silly if she chooses the wrong choice."

"Babe, please, can we talk in person? I promise, if you don't want to see me again after that, I'll respect your wishes."

You sigh.

"Fine."

"Wait. Really?!" He says excitedly through the phone.

"I'll be coming." Liv interjects, you look at her and she smiles.

"Liv will be dropping me off, if you do anything else stupid I won't stop her from doing what she has to do. Understood?" You say picking the phone and holding your knees with your free arm.

"Deal. See you soon, darling."

You hear a click on the other end and Liv groans. "Why can't you just let me slap the shit out of that two timing-"

"LIV! I swear to all the heavens above, if you do anything unprovoked, I will be cabbing home and I'll break up with you too!"

She gasps. "Damn, Y/N/N. You're getting too feisty." She places her hand on her chest and you smirk.

"Learned from my drama queen of a best friend." She slaps your arm playfully. "I'm so proud of you." She pulls you into another hug and you both get up to change for.... whatever this was going to be.

You put your shoes on and take one last look at the outfit you have on in the mirror. You sigh as you throw your hair in a claw clip and Liv smiles softly.

"Even when you don't try, you look beautiful, Y/N."

You smile. "It's hard dating a celebrity. You always have to look "somewhat" presentable in case someone takes photos or videos of you."

"You ready?" Liv grabs her keys from the rack at the door and you nod, following her to the door.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

---

The car ride to the coffee shop Harry chose was quiet, Liv turned her bluetooth on and, what do you know...

"Can't get rid of this fucker, even on MY Spotify." Liv went to change the playlist but you stopped her.

"Don't. I actually don't mind listening to his voice." You smile softly and turn your body towards the window as you listened to Sweet Creature, one of his songs on his first album. You remember the first time Harry found out you listened to his music and your stomach fluttered.

----FLASHBACK----

"How was your tour rehearsal, babe?" You greet Harry as he enters your vehicle. He places a soft kiss on your lips and you smile. "I missed you, a lot."

You and Harry had been casually seeing each other for months now, but, he officially asked you to be his girlfriend just over 2 weeks ago. You and him were having a beautiful time. You respected his busy schedule as he did yours, but no matter what, there was always time to be together. Even if it meant you driving him from one rehearsal to the next.

"I missed you too, H. Where you headed next?" You pulled your seatbelt back on.

"Well, I have an hour and a half break before I have to be at the next rehearsal. Should we.." He eyeballs the back seat and you slap his arm.

"You're gonna need longer than that, Styles." He smirks and kisses you one more time.

"God, you're amazing." He mutters on your lips.

You break the kiss and smirk. "I know. That's why you like me." He chuckles and slides back into his seat.

"Let's get some food in your stomach before you have to go" You say pulling out your phone and finding a decent restaurant to find food for Harry. He smiles softly, taking your hand in his causing you to look over at him.

"You're always thinking of everyone else, Y/N. You really are amazing."

You smile. "I care a lot about you, H. I just want to make sure you are okay before I drop you off." He kisses you one more time causing you to giggle.

"H. I like the kisses, but I gotta drive now!"

"Alright, alright. Let's go, angel."

You turn the car on and your playlist turns on automatically, playing Sweet Creature, Harry's song. His eyes widen and smile grows big as you feel a blush creep on your cheeks, you frantically try to change it but he's already chuckling.

"You're a fan, huh babe?" He smirks, crossing his arms in satisfaction.

You roll your eyes at his comment, turning a corner.

"Well, duh. I do like you, remember?"

"Well yeah I get that, but I didn't know you listened to my old stuff too." He smiles and you laugh.

"Sweet Creature is probably my favourite of yours. It's a great song." He smiles. "Thanks babe."

You smile. "Don't let that go to your head though, Styles. I just know talent when I hear it."

He smirks. "Mhm. You tell yourself that."

You slap his arm playfully and he laughs.

You both sing along to his songs as they play, sometimes just letting him sing, mesmerized by your boyfriend's voice.

---

The song changed to Woman and Liv rolls her eyes again as your stomach twists.

---

"Harry, what are you doing?" You walked over to your boyfriend who was laughing his head off holding two beers and girls giggling at his demeanour while feeling up his chest.

"Harry, get up." You feel yourself fill with heat as he just stares at you with a cocky grin.

"Oooh, I'm in troubleeeee" He slurs while everyone laughs.

"GET YOUR ASS UP STYLES." You yell. The whole room goes silent and he scoffs. "Fine. Sorry, mates. Gotta go, mom's getting mad." He snickers and the girls all giggle at him, you drag him out of the room by his hand and out to the backyard of one of his friends' houses.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Styles?" You cross your arms and he just stands there, losing focus quickly.

"C'mon babe, I'm just havin' fuuuuun" He laughs and walks to you but you put your hand out to him.

"Harry, I'm serious. You haven't eaten anything, you're fuckin' hammered and you smell like skunk. Have you been smoking too?"

"Hehe, yeaaaaah. It's all in good fun, baby. You need to let looooose." He wraps his arm around your shoulder and you push him away.

"Harry, I'm taking you home."

"The fuck you're not." He gets aggressive. You sigh.

"Harry. You're drunk, high out of your mind, and you have nothing else in your system. You're gonna have a nasty crash in a couple hours and I don't trust a single person in here to not take advantage of you."

He grunts. "I can take care of myself." He crosses his arms.

You eye roll and walk away from him, he follows you. "C'mon, Y/N. We're not together right? You don't have to care so much."

You stopped in your tracks. "You're right, Styles. We're not together and I don't have to care, but I do. I care a lot because, together or not, you matter to me. I want to make sure you're safe. Clearly you don't have the same feelings for me so I'll do as you say. I won't care."

You turn back around and he sighs. "Y/N/N."

"What?" You spat. He walks over to you sloppily and almost falls. "I don't feel well."

You sigh. "Let's go, drunkie." You wrap his arm around your shoulders so he could lean on you.

"Y/N?" He mutters.

"Hmm."

"Thanks for caring so much."

"Always."

You drive him to his house and you park the car waiting for him to get out. He looks over at you with a grin. "Will you stay with me?"

"Styles-"

"Please?" He gives you a drunk puppy dog look and you smirk. "Fine, but i'm taking the couch." You turn the car off and walk over to his side to help him inside.

"Liv's gonna kill me for not coming home." You chuckle.

"She doesn't like me, huh Y/N?"

"Well...."

"That says enough right there." He smirks.

You walk him over to the stairs and he shakes his head. "I'm not getting up there. I'll sleep in the living room." He shuffles over to the couch and flops on it, causing you to giggle at him.

"Don't laugh." He mumbles, face first on the couch. You laugh at him some more and he lifts his face, smirking at you as you lose yourself in a fit of laughter.

"Woo, sorry." You calm yourself down and he groans, shifting himself into a comfortable position.

You walk to his kitchen and grab him 2 advil and a bottle of water. "Now, Harry. You haven't eaten, i'm sure you won't want to eat, but, I'm gonna-"

You look over at him and he's snoring. You smile and place the stuff on the table for him.

Searching through his fridge and freezer, you find a frozen pizza and pop it into the oven. You make yourself a tea while it cooks. Watching him sleep so deeply and soundly.

"You needed that sleep, H." You say softly to yourself.

You place the cooked pizza wrapped up in the fridge and quickly write a note.

You leave the note for Harry next to the advil.

Styles,

You're gonna be okay. I'm sleeping in the guest room upstairs and will likely be gone by the time you wake up.

There's veggie pizza waiting for you in the fridge.

Feel better, H.

Love, Y/N.

---

"Y/N/N, we're here." Liv pulls the car into park and you look over at her.

"Thanks, Liv. I'll call you if things go wrong."

"You better." She pats your thigh and you smile, grabbing your phone from the cup holder and sliding yourself out of the car.

You look up at the sign, sighing softly. "Here we go."

You walk in and see him, sunglasses on, in the corner of the shop. Two cups at his table and him tapping the top of his lid, people watching out the window. You smirk softly and walk over to him.

"You don't look suspicious at all." You sit down and his head jerks to your direction, his smile slowly appearing.

"I'm a little hungover and, well.. didn't really sleep well last night." He slips his sunglasses off and his eyes are bloodshot. Your smile fades as you see his distressed look.

"Harry...."

"I brought you here to explain myself, not for you to feel sorry for me. I don't deserve that. I don't deserve you."

You sigh and take the cup in your hands. You smile weakly as you see that he got you the right drink.

"You-you got the right drink."

He smiles.

"With oat milk, of course."

"Thanks, Harry." You take a sip and the warm coffee has you humming softly. He smiles.

"Okay." You say placing the cup down. "Explain. I'm listening."

He sighs.

"What happened last night, my behaviour, my demeanour, all of that was inexcusable. I'm not used to having a long-term girlfriend, I've always been the type of guy to casually date women and the second commitment is put on the table, I run for the fuckin' hills because I'm scared. I'm scared of the idea of being tied down and not being happy. I'm scared of falling out of love with that person. Those feelings all changed, when I met you."

He takes your hand and you look down at his hand with a very small smile.

"You made me feel the most loved i've ever felt. In the short amount of time we've been together, you've put all of my needs before yours. You've shown up to everything, made sure I've eaten, made sure I was well rested, taken care of me when I was ill. You've gone above and beyond for me. You love me with your entire soul and I couldn't believe that someone like you existed, but I do now. You're the one in a million woman that comes around and makes lives so much better. You make my life better."

He looks down at your hand, noticing you rubbing your thumb on his hand in comfort.

"Even now..." He says, voice breaking but he clears his throat to continue. "When I don't deserve your comfort, your heart, you wear it on your sleeve and show me the consideration I don't deserve at all. I hurt you, but here you are, hearing me out, comforting me, I don't deserve you."

You watch a tear fall from his eye, you wipe it impulsively and he chuckles, his cheek falling into your hand.

"I'm scared, Y/N."

"Why, Harry?" you ask, taking your hand back.

"Because, I'm about to tell you something that's going to hurt you more."

You pull yourself back.

"Harry..."

"That wasn't the first time I kissed someone while we were together."

Your entire body fell numb. You sat in shock.

"Y/N. Please let me explain that as well."

"No. I-I can't believe you."

He looks at you wide eyed and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"You... I gave my all to you." You say shaking your head. "You don't love me, you love yourself."

"Y/N."

"Liv was right, you're a liar." You stood up and walked to the door, Harry grabbing your hand and you rip your hand away viciously. "Don't. Touch. Me."

You walk out of the cafe and stand outside, waiting for Liv.

"Y/N, please let me talk to you about it-"

You feel your arm swing up and slap him. He grips his cheek and you let hot tears fall down your cheeks.

"I-I can't believe I believed your sincerity for even a second in there. You made me feel like a fucking fool, Harry. I can't believe I ever loved you."

"You still do. I love you, you love me, that's why you came here today to listen to me. Y/N, please don't give up on me. I meant every word."

You look up at him, your handprint on his cheek, tears now flowing down his face as was yours. You sigh.

"Harry. I don't know if I can ever trust you again."

"Let me make it up to you-"

"And how the HELL, do you think you're going to do that? You've now admitted to cheating more than once-" "Only twice. Last night, and right at the beginning."

"Oh thank GOODNESS! Only twice, wow I'm a lucky girl!" You mock as you cry.

"Y/N. Please."

"Harry, I need time. I love you, but you need to decide where your priorities lie when it comes to your feelings. Do you want me? Or are you only thinking about yourself? I'll be waiting."

You turn to face Liv's car, her eyes watching you as she gets out of her car.

"What. the FUCK. did you do, Styles?" She speed walks over to Harry and you grab her arm. "Liv, don't." You show her the crowds slowly forming as Harry slips his sunglasses back on to avoid pictures of his teary eyes.

"You're fuckin lucky, Styles. I'd have your ass crying for days if you weren't in public right now." She grips your arm. "How dare you. You can't play with Y/N's heart like this, Styles. Get yourself together, I'm not letting her go back to you so easily. You need to PROVE to her that you love her and only her. No more games, no more lies. It's time to grow up, Styles."

You let her arm go and you walk up to Harry. "I will wait for you. I won't wait long, but I will wait. Please don't hurt me again, H." You watch tears fall from under his sunglasses. You wipe them with your hand.

"I-I love you, Y/N." He breathlessly says.

"Then show me that, Harry." You turn from him and walk towards Liv's car, feeling defeated and hurt. You don't know what to do anymore.

"You promised." She said pulling away from the coffee shop.

"What?" You sniffle wiping a tear away.

"You promised, Y/N. I don't see his ass limping, do you? You said I could do whatever I wanted."

"I-I believe him, Liv. I'm just hurt right now."

She sighs. "I know, babe. You're too kind and forgiving for this world." She pats your leg as you wipe the remaining tears.

"So, what are you going to do?" She asks turning away from the shop and down the road.

You look out the window, rain starting to fall.

"Wait for the storm to pass."

------

IM SORRY IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!

I honestly had a different idea and wanted it to end all cute BUT i want this to end completely different now. Part 3 will come out next weekend. Love you all hehe<3

I will most definitely let the part end at part 3. No more surprises, promise!

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Hiii can you please write a blurb where its hockey player h getting jealous? It can be at a party or maybe at one of figure skater y/ns competitions?

i did that thing where i took an ask in a different direction, so if this was your request, message me and i'll do an actual jealous fic! i apologize, i was feeling angsty, protective boyfriendrry🤭🤭

trigger warnings: light depictions of sa, coping with sa

i don't pretend to know what it's like to be a victim/survivor or sexual assault, so if there is something that you may find offensive or unrealistic or glorified, please know that was not my intention. feel free to message me if you take issue with this fic, and i'll take it down.

all the love💕💕

"Do you wanna get out of here?"

You were quick to shake your head, stepping away from the guy you'd been talking to. It was just a conversation, nothing more, one you didn't even really want to be having in the first place. But the guy had cornered you in the fraternity's kitchen, and you were looking for a polite way out.

"Uh...no. I'm actually here with my boyfriend," you said.

You hoped that would be the end of it, but instead of backing off he stepped closer. "You don't have to play hard to get, Y/n. I'm already into you, so come on."

Dread started to fill your belly. Peeking over the guy's shoulder, you saw that you were the only ones in the kitchen, and with the loud music playing throughout the house, no one would hear you if you needed to call for help. You hoped you wouldn't need to, but it was all you could think about as he leaned in.

"No," you said, trying to sound firm despite your trembling voice. "I said no, so if you'll excuse me—Get off m—!"

His hand was on your wrists and pushed you roughly into the wall hard enough to hurt. While you were still in a daze from being shoved, he made his move. His mouth, which was not at all like Harry's, was on yours before you could say anything. The guy tasted like stale beer, and his tongue kept trying to push past your tightly closed lips. Your skin crawled every place he touched—under your shirt and skirt, the inside of your thigh—and every time he whispered in your ear and his breath unfurled across your neck. You wanted to call out or push him off but you couldn't. You never thought you would be in this position, and now you were, and you just...froze.

When his lips moved to your neck, you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and hoping if you stayed still enough your mind might drift elsewhere. "Please," you whimpered one last time, willing yourself to push back, but you couldn't make yourself move.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Harry's voice, that was Harry's voice. For a moment, you thought his angry tone was pointed at you, that he thought he'd caught you cheating.

"Nothing, man, leave us alone. We're—"

Things were a blur after that, but all you knew was the guy wasn't on you anymore and you felt exposed. The skirt you had carefully tucked into your skirt at the start of the evening was rucked up, the neckline pulled down. You kept your eyes closed, tears slipping out as you listened to the sound of a fight, of someone getting shoved against a wall and plates or cups crashing and fists connecting with skin. You didn't want to cry, you felt stupid for crying, but the tears wouldn't stop.

"Harry, please."

"Shut up!"

Your eyes stayed squeezed shut, but you could hear the altercation coming to an end as more people came into the kitchen, most likely pulling Harry and the other guy apart. Feeling someone crowd your space again, you tensed and shook your head, completely terrified.

"Hey, it's just me. It's just me, love. Can you open your eyes for me?" Harry said, his voice the softest you'd ever heard it.

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, more tears spilling out. "I promise I didn't—"

"None of that, baby. I know what happened. You don't have to explain," he said. Harry reached out to gently push a strand of hair out of your face, but you flinched. "Sorry. I—Should I get Kate? She's here somewhere. I'll—Let me text her."

Kate came in minutes, and she quickly ushered you out of the party and into her car. Everything felt like white noise, and you were seeing without really seeing. You knew Harry was there and keeping his distance, but you just wanted to go home, be alone. So Kate drove you, got you into bed and slept on the couch in the living room, making sure to lock the door when you started to cry and hyperventilate because she'd forgotten.

The next morning you felt marginally better, but not great, and the day after that was more of the same. On the third day, you felt comfortable enough to get out of bed, to shower and scrub at your skin until it was rubbed raw. You were shaken up, but you felt like you were back in your body again. That night you did everything in your power to not be where you were mentally. A few days later, you were more aware once again, not so scared or skittish, but that only meant the memories and the feelings you were keeping at bay returned in full force.

"Harry's at the door. Wants to check in," Kate said, poking your head into your room. You'd been up for a couple hours, watching TV on your laptop after you finally stepped out of the shower, but you hadn't come out of your room yet, hadn't said a word to anyone. Hadn't spoken to Harry since the party. "He's been coming here for the last three days, and I've been holding him off, but—He's worried about you."

You knew he was worried. He called and texted until your phone died, and then he resorted to emails. Harry hardly even checked his email unless he had to message a professor about a late assignment, but he'd been emailing you relentlessly when you didn't answer your phone.

"Did he...hit that guy?" you asked, recalling bits and pieces from that night.

"Did a little more than just hit him, but well-deserved in my opinion," Kate muttered. "Was like one of those brawls he gets into on the ice at games except he had a good center of gravity. That piece of shit didn't stand a chance."

You didn't know how to feel about that. You were well aware that Harry got into fights at his hockey games, you always rolled your eyes when he got sent to the penalty box after shoving a player into plexiglass or taking a swing when she should've skated back to his position. And he was the jealous type, you were well aware of that. Sometimes Harry would glare or kiss your neck when he thought guys stared too long. He was protective and jealous, but a sweetheart on the inside, and part of you liked how strongly he felt for you and that he wasn't afraid to show it. Now...you didn't know how to feel.

"He...He can come in."

Kate nodded and left your room. A minute later, she was back with Harry. He had a split lip and dark bags under his eyes, but other than that, he looked fine. Kate was right, Harry seemed to take care of that guy without much trouble.

"Hi," he said, stepping inside your bedroom. Kate closed the door once he did, leaving the two of you alone.

"Hi."

"How—How are you?" he asked then frowned. "That was a stupid question. Sorry, I—"

"I'm okay. Not okay, but better, I guess."

"Good. That's—That's good. I'm glad. I was worried about you. Couldn't sleep."

Harry's hands were tucked into his back pockets as he leaned back and forth on his heels, his eyes struggling to pick something to focus on. He was nervous, you realized.

"You can sit down," you said, bringing your knees up to your chest so he could have space to sit on your bed.

"Right thanks."

He approached the bed, sitting down on the very edge. His hands stayed in his lap, foot tapping rapidly. Your eyes narrowed, a hand reaching out to take one of his hands in yours before you could think much of it. Harry's knuckles were cut up, reddish-purple bruises covering his skin. Ever so gently, you ran a finger over the bruises.

"It looks worse than it feels," he said, probably lying. "I know how you feel about fighting, but I couldn't let him get away with that. He—I saw red, and—Sorry, we don't need to talk about me."

"I didn't think anyone would come," you said. "We were just talking, and then all of a sudden we were alone and the music was so loud. I—I didn't think anyone would've heard me."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there. I went to the bathroom and went looking for you, I—I should've—"

"I don't blame you for not being there," you said. "You were there. I was just so scared, and I—I froze, I couldn't move, and I was so—"

"Hey, it's okay," he said. Harry tried to reach for you, but you pulled back. "I'm sorry I don't want to make you uncomfortable by touching you. I can go—"

"I have bruises on my wrists," you said, pulling the sleeves of her sweatshirt over your hands. "And I don't want to feel ashamed, and I know I shouldn't feel ashamed, but—but I do. I feel ashamed of what happened."

When you began to sniffle, Harry looked like he wanted to come closer, but he stayed put. "Can I?"

You gave him a small nod, and he gently took your left wrist in his hands. His touch was so delicate, you didn't even think he was capable of being that gentle. Harry pushed your sweatshirt back, and you quickly turned your head to the side, not wanting to see the bruised fingerprints on your wrists. You felt his thumb brush over the skin, and when your skin began to crawl, your shoulders tensed, and his thumb stopped.

"I went to the school board," he said. "The dean, or whatever. I told them what happened. I—I didn't mention your name, but I told them what happened so that...he could get expelled or reprimanded or something."

Your head had been resting on your knees, but at that, you looked at him. "You did?"

"Yeah, I—I'm sorry if I overstepped, but I couldn't just let him get away with it," he said.

You didn't know what to say. You'd been officially dating for a few weeks now, a little over a month, and things were still new, still fresh. But you liked this new relationship, and you didn't want what happened at the party to get in the way of something so good with Harry.

"I don't feel great, and I may have taken like a hundred showers since, but I think I just want...I think I could use a hug."

"I love hugs," Harry said, a small smile on his face.

You pushed the corner of your bedspread back to let him in, and Harry was quick to kick off his shoes and join you. His body was warm, the smell of his clothes perfect, his cheek against yours perfect. He was perfect. You felt comfortable in your own skin again with him next to you.

"And I could use a movie buddy," you said, opening your laptop again, firing up a rom-com.

"You've been pestering me to watch this with you," he mumbled against your temple. "But I'll watch anything if it means I get to hold you like this."

You blushed and squeezed his hand tight. Harry hissed a little, which made you mumble an apology before gently kissing his knuckles.

"I do hate when you fight," you mumbled, opening up your laptop again. "But this time it was deserved. If I have bruises, so should he. And I'm—I'm glad you told someone. Thank you."

"I wish I had been there," he said quietly, taking your hand in his and kissing your wrist gently. "I should have been there."

You knew both of you could go around in circles about hypotheticals about that night, but it would be no use. Something horrible happened, and you wouldn't forget it, and neither would he. But the bruises would fade soon, and Harry was there for you, and so was Kate, and you would be okay. When he kissed your wrist, your shoulders tensed, but your skin didn't crawl, and when he rested his arm on your waist, you felt safe, not trapped, and when he asked if you wanted to get dinner when the credits of the movie rolled, you found yourself saying yes.

"This might be everything that happened and my emotions might be all over the place, so take this with a grain of salt. In the nicest way," you said. "But I think I might be in love with you."

Harry chuckled and helped you out of bed, waiting by the door as you slipped into a pair of sneakers. You didn't bother changing out of your sweats, even though you had to hike up the sweatpants you were wearing every few seconds because they were Harry's. Both of you were more than familiar with walking around in comfy clothes after practice or a training session. You were probably headed to McDonald's and back to your apartment for another movie anyway.

"Then I'll wait to tell you I'm in love with you in a month when we're on a proper date. Until then, shall we?"

"I don't want to feel like this."

"I know."

"I shouldn't feel like this," you said, pulling Harry's covers up to your chest.

"You're allowed to have all the feelings you want, Y/n," Harry said softly, careful to keep his distance on the narrow bed. "We can wait. I don't mind just laying next to you."

"Yeah?" you asked, getting teary eyed for an entirely different reason.

"However long it takes."

You sniffled and reached for his hand, which he took. "Sorry about the uh... unfinished business."

"That? Can't even feel it," he said.

"Liar," you said, laughing a little. "But it makes you a reeeaaly good boyfriend."

Harry kissed the top of your head. "And it'll be reeeaaly worth the wait."

You laughed even louder, even fuller, this time, flicking him on the nose. "Pig."

Harry teased and joked with you, but on the inside, he felt relief. You'd come out of your room and gone back to class the last couple weeks, but you weren't quite yourself. You stayed covered up from head to toe, you stayed home on the weekends, and your heart wasn't in your training. You went and you were brilliant, but Harry could tell. He'd watched you enough to know if your heart was in it, and it wasn't.

So he learned when to be a shoulder to cry on and when to make jokes to make you laugh and when to put on your favorite movie. Harry had never been in this position before, he never thought he would ever be in this position before. But he didn't imagine you did either, so he tried his best.

He wasn't worried, though. You were in therapy and going to class and getting good grades and you didn't flinch anymore when people tried to touch you. Friends, anyway, sometimes strangers startled you. Progress was progress, though. Some areas were better than others, though. Since the party, you and Harry hadn't had sex, hadn't even kissed on the lips. You held hands and Harry kissed your head and cuddled on the couch or a bed, but it didn't go much further than that. And you were fully clothed each time.

But he was more than willing to wait. Harry knew taking time was important and he hadn't put pressure on you to do anything. It was you who wanted to do more tonight. You thought you were ready, you insisted that you were ready, but when Harry tried to take your top off, you pushed him away, feeling sick to your stomach.

"You'll get there. We'll get there," Harry promised, going over to his dresser to get a shirt. He tossed it to you, wanting you to be as comfortable in a t-shirt instead of the top you'd worn out tonight. He grabbed one for himself and was halfway into it when you stopped him.

"Could you maybe just—"

"What?" He asked, coming over to the bed where you were still covered up.

"It's stupid," you said.

"I can promise you it's not."

Blowing out a large sigh, you looked at him. "Could you maybe just not wear a shirt?"

"Of course," Harry said immediately. He shrugged out of the one he just put on and slid into bed next to you. "Not stupid at all."

"I just want...to feel you, but I don't want—"

"To do anything more. I understand."

So Harry let you position him just how you wanted on his bed, making sure not to accidentally lean or lay on your hair. Your hands were feather-light on him, like you were barely touching him at all.

Sometimes, late at night when you were fast asleep, Harry would feel inexplicably angry. Not at you, never at you. At that guy for hurting you the way he did, for violating you in a way that was still affecting you when he probably hadn't thought about it since. Harry could tell you looked for him when you were on campus together. Your eyes flitted to each face that passed you by, squeezing Harry's hand when you saw similar hair or frame. You were terrified to see him again, and seeing the panicked look on your face when you thought you did enraged Harry even more.

But there wasn't much he could do except wait. Wait for you to heal, wait for the storm to pass, wait to kiss you again. All of it was worth it, you were worth it, but sometimes he thought there was something he could've done to prevent all of this.

"You can stop beating yourself up, you know," you said out of the blue.

"What?"

"Don't think I don't know that look, Harry," you said, leaning up on your elbow to look at him. "I have never blamed you for what happened."

"I just wish I could help," he said, feeling his shoulders release tension they'd been holding since that night.

"You are. I don't know how to explain it, but I promise you are," you said, and that relaxed something in Harry too.

He was about to put on another movie when an idea came to him. "Get up."

"What?"

"Get up. I have an idea," he said, slipping back into his t-shirt and a hoodie.

Curious, you followed his lead, putting on shoes and letting him lead you to your car. "The rink," he said quietly, and even though you knew it was closed for the night, you went anyway. Harry didn't say anything, but you weren't really up for conversation anyway. You felt bad that you'd become a burden to Harry, that instead of a girlfriend he got...you. You wanted to be okay again, you wanted him to kiss you and feel you, you wanted to do more than just fall asleep next to him. But you just couldn't get his touch out of your head. You felt dirty and overexposed, and you weren't sure if you'd ever not feel that way again. You weren't sure if you should be selfish and keep Harry shackled to you while you found out.

"Come on," he said when you parked in the empty lot. It was almost midnight, which meant there were no more practices, no more games or private training sessions. It was just you and Harry.

He pulled out a set of keys from his pocket, taking you by surprise when one slid into the lock with ease. The front door to the rink opened, cold air immediately hitting you as you stepped inside.

"Why do you have keys to the rink?"

"Being captain of the hockey team has its perks," Harry said with a shrug. "Come on, I want to show you something."

You followed him back to the boy's locker rooms, and past that to where the rink stored the equipment they rented out to local teams or families who wanted to start training their kids but didn't know what to buy yet. Harry grabbed a hockey stick, not quite as big as the one he used, and then a bigger one, and a few pucks.

"Do you have spare skates in your locker?"

"Of course."

"They'll do. We're not gonna actually play," he said, but he wasn't looking at you as he pulled out small nets from the back of the storage room.

When he had everything, he told you to grab yours and his skates while he set up the rink, not giving you a chance to respond. You did as he asked, using the combination he gave you before leaving the locker room to cross over to the girl's. Your spares were old, and the blades could've used a tune up, but they were comfortable and would hopefully work for whatever Harry had planned.

You quickly got into your skates and got on the ice, handing Harry's over once you reached him. "I think you need to get angry, and I think you need a way to just let it all out," he said as he laced up his own skates, which were much clunkier than yours. "So I'm gonna teach you how to shoot, and we'll go from there, okay?"

"Harry, I don't think—"

"Do you trust me?" he asked, looking at you like he wasn't actually sure if you did.

"Yes," you said almost immediately.

"Then let me help you do this."

So you did.

Harry showed you the basics of shooting a hockey puck at the net. He made it look so easy, so effortless, but when it was your turn, you hardly made the puck move. But Harry was patient, quietly telling you what you did wrong and helping you adjust your stance. Eventually, you got the hang of it, and when you hit the first puck with force, you didn't stop.

Harry had been right, you needed an outlet for everything you were feeling, and each swing of the hockey stick had you feeling more than just uncomfortable in your own skin or scared or sorry for yourself. You were furious that this happened to you, that you couldn't do anything to stop it, that this person left you feeling weak and broken. All of that anger went into your movements, and everything else fell away, including Harry, who hadn't said a word since you got the hang of it.

You didn't know how long you stayed on the rink, all you knew was the stick in your hand and the ice beneath your skates. It wasn't until Harry tapped you on the shoulder that you finally stopped. Your cheeks felt flushed and you were breathing heavily, but you felt good, and you hadn't felt good since that night.

"Your arms are gonna be sore tomorrow," Harry explained, taking the hockey stick before skating around to gather up the other equipment. When he made his way back to you, you were still huffing and puffing. Gently, Harry reached out and brushed a thumb across your cheek, then the other. You didn't even realize you'd been crying. "How do you feel?"

"Different," you said. "Like I could sleep forever."

Grinning, Harry said, "Then let's get you back."

Harry had been right, your arms were already starting to feel like jello. You were worn out, but in a good way. You and Harry walked back to the car in silence, though when you looked over at him, he had a small smile on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just the way you were hitting the puck," he said, shaking his head, curls falling into his eyes. He hadn't gotten a haircut recently, and now his hair curled past his ears and touched the collar of his shirt.

"What? Do I play like a girl?" you teased.

"No, but, like, you're really graceful about it. It's not a bad thing, just different."

"Well, maybe I could teach you a thing or two about grace," you said, leaning into his side. The rest of the walk to the car was quiet, like both of you were stuck in your own heads. But when you started the car to go back to his place, you said, "Thank you. You've been...more patient than other people might've been, I think."

"You don't have to thank me for being a good friend," Harry said. "You would've done the same for me."

He was right. If something traumatic happened to him, you would've been bending over backwards to help him. Somewhere down the line, you cared enough about him that you would be devastated if he was hurt in any way. It would've hurt you to see him hurt.

"When I'm ready...you're in for a treat," you said, trying to lighten the mood. You didn't want to feel like you were shrouded by a dark cloud anymore. "

Almost like he knew what you were trying to do, Harry played along. "Oh yeah? What can I expect?"

"That would ruin the surprise."

You saw Harry shake his head in your periphery, but it was an amused shake.

This felt right, the teasing and flirting. It felt normal. You weren't one hundred percent okay, but for the first time since that night, you believed that you would be, and Harry knew it too.

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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Stages of grief

in which Y/N's life crumbles after her husband of 5 years cheats on her...

(Cheating!Harry × Actress!reader)

Masterlist

There are a lot of characters in this. I'm sorry...

• Harry Styles- 28

Singer, songwriter, actor, model, etc etc

Married to Y/N Monet

Children- Amie Monet-Styles, Emiel Monet (Stepson)

• Y/N Monet- 33

Actress, Producer

Married to Harry Styles

Children- Amie Monet-Styles, Emiel Monet

• Hayden Monet- 28

Not married, no kids

• Elliot Martin- 33

Music teacher

Married to Bran Martin

Children- Emiel Monet

• Sebastian Stan- 39

Not married, no kids

Series-

1. Denial

2. Anger

3. Bargaining

4. Depression

5. Acceptance

6. Moving on

Blurbs/Request-

• Stages of love- Harry and Y/N's relationship before Stages of grief

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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Masterlist

** - Smut & ^ - Angst

Pieces with these emojis have content with these holidays/events: 🎄- Christmas, 🦃- Thanksgiving, 🎃 - Halloween, 🪩 - New Years, 🫶- touring/ LOT/concerts

All smut will have a "mature" community label from here on out to avoid any issues in the future. You will need to adjust your account settings to view those posts! (11/19/22)

Preacher’s Daughter ** , Part II ** 🎄- Y/N is the preacher’s daughter and Harry isn’t exactly an angel.

Be My Mistake ** ^, Part II ^ - Y/N is the other woman & Harry lets her take all the blame.

The MET ** - Harry wants Y/N to know just how much she means to him.

CEO Harry ^** - Harry hires Y/N and as it turns out, she's everything he's ever wanted.

Guardian Angel**^ - Y/N is Harry’s guardian angel.

Roomies^** - When Harry’s living arrangement falls through Y/N lets him live with her...she’s kinda growing tired of him. But the more they get to know each other the more she wants him to stay around.

Golden Trunks** - “So in response to what you whispered in my ear, I’ll be upfront. Sometimes, I fantasize about you too.” Inspired by Golden Trunks by Arctic Monkeys

The Calm Story - Harry’s colab with Calm elicits an unexpected reaction from his friend, Y/N.

A Keeper** - Y/N and Harry are seeing each other for the first time since the pandemic and he has a full-grown mustache.

Falling ^ - Harry falls in love with someone else and leaves Y/N.

No Coincidence** - Y/N & Harry happen to vacation in Italy at the same time and it seems that one way or another, their paths were meant to cross.

Eros!Harry - A cute and fluffy oneshot about Eros (cupid) falling in love with a human girl. BLURB** for Harryween 2020

Strawberry Fields Forever** - In which Harry’s had a BAD day and ends up where he feels the happiest, which is at his best friend’s house (Non-famous AU).

Sometime Around Midnight^ , Part II ^**- Harry & Y/N have been broken up and run into each other at a bar. Y/N seems to be over it, but truthfully, Harry is more in love with her now.

A Perfect Christmas 🎄- Harry and Y/N are coworkers and he can’t go home for the holidays. Y/N’s family believes she is dating someone, so she hesitantly invites Harry to spend the next few days with her family. + A Perfect Start** 🪩

Overheard** - Y/N & Harry are friends and there’s always been some tension.+ Happy Birthday** - Y/N wants to wish Harry a happy birthday

Come So Far^ - Y/N and Harry try to piece their lives together after he cheats on her.

Flash Warning**- Y/N sees a trend on TikTok and needs to try it on Harry.

Knowing Me, Knowing You^ - Where Y/N realizes that she needs to make a tough decision.

Don’t Forget ^** - Y/N is dealing with the stresses of life all while trying to navigate past her break up with Harry. However, after a drunken night out she finds herself in front of Harry’s home.

Twin Souls^ - (TW: some physical abuse) A period piece. Harry has just sailed back to England from America and Y/N has just returned from university, both just in time for the debutante season. Where this time around, they were expected to find their lifelong partner. Part 2^** (TW: some physical abuse)

The Electric Ballroom** - Seeing Harry rapping with Stormzy does things to Y/N. 🫶

Someone Else^ - Y/N moves on and Harry isn’t taking it all that well.

Baby Fever** - The one where Harry has baby fever and he can’t wait to start a family with Y/N.

Starry-eyed ** - Harry & Y/N are friends with benefits and he’s been thinking about going down on her all day.

Boyfriends** - Harry & Y/N grew up together and he's always had to watch her love and get hurt from the sidelines.

The Nearness of You - A short fluffy pice that was an anon request inspired by the DWD trailer back in May.

Keep Driving , Part II^** + this blurb^ - Harry & Y/N meet on the celebrity dating app Raya in the middle of the pandemic and start getting to know each other better.

Wasted Time^ - Harry has a girlfriend after telling Y/N he's not ready for a relationship.

Night XV - After 15 consecutive shows at MSG Harry's girlfriend tells him how proud of him she is. 🫶

Friends Share** , Part 2 ^** - Harry & Y/N have been practically perfect roommates for several years but the appearance of a hot new neighbor creates an unexpected shift in their relationship.

Just A Taste** - A Harryween one shot about an unlucky man and an unfortunate curse. 🎃

Halftime** - Y/N is very horny for her Harry, but Harry is really wrapped up in the Brazil vs. South Korea match. 🫶

My Superstar, fuss-pot - Harry get's a little cold after deciding to sing in the rain and Y/N is taking care of him and his medicine makes him drowsy and he just starts confessing too many lovey-dovey things. 🫶

The First Time** - A soft and sweet one where Y/N asks Harry to be her first (requested)

Birthday Kiss - Y/N and Harry are friends who finally get to see each other at one of his birthday shows and as much as they like each other, they're both terrified of making the first move. 🫶

No Kids** - After their second baby comes Harry & Y/N have been so busy that they've had a 6 month dry spell and Harry's looking to fix that. ASAP.

The Divine Feminine** - Amidst his sadness after his wife leaves the Underworld, Hades (Harry) encounters a human woman who brings him to his knees.

A Good Fit** - Harry is best friend's with Y/N's older brother and she comes over because her BF cheated on her he ends up helping her out in an unexpected way (or just an excuse to write smut).

Champion of the World **^ - Part 2 of this blurb. Or Harry is producing Y/N's album's band and they initially don't get along and what happens with them after he realizes he likes her.

LVRS Club** - Y/N is going through a rough patch in life and her friends drag her to a sex club to shock her out of her rut. Her night takes a very unexpected turn when Harry Styles approaches her.

Make It Better** - Harry is Y/N's professor and he really, really needs his best girl after the long and bad day he's had.

Wake n' Bake** - Y/N decides to give "wake n' bake" a try only to get all riled up. So she goes and finds her man to take care of it for her.

A Surprise^** - While Harry and Y/N are broken up she ends up dating a man who is not what she thought he was. His irrational behavior ends up bringing her and Harry back together. Things are going well until they receive a big surprise - Y/N is pregnant.

The Divorce - After several years of marriage and two children Y/N’s worried that Harry’s not been himself. Then, Y/N sees something she clearly wasn’t supposed to.

One Week - Harry & Y/N are exes who haven’t seen each other or spoken in years. Now, they both happen to go on a weeklong holiday for Nick’s birthday.

Fine Line - Harry and Y/N are best friends who are in love with each other. When they discover each other’s feelings will it be too late? 🦃🎄 🪩

Wolves - Harry is a werewolf and Y/N seems to be an inconvenience he can’t get rid of.

Threat of Joy - Harry has a big crush on the hair & makeup girl from the Don’t Worry Darling set. The only problem is that she has a boyfriend.

Roxy's Record Store - Harry and Y/N don’t get along despite their tight knit friend group. Amidst the fights and make-ups some lines get blurred and they just need to figure out what they want and where they stand. 🦃🎄🪩

Unavailable** , Part II^ , Part III** - Y/N has a very specific preference for unavailable/inappropriate people and Harry is her therapist who is supposed to help her work through this.

The Assistant - Y/N gets hired as Harry’s assistant and as much as they don’t want to be some romance novel trope, it’s kind of hard to not fall for each other when they just get along so well. 🦃🎄

With Discretion - Y/N discovers that her husband of 7 years, Caleb is cheating on her. One night out with her friends leads to an affair of her own but with Caleb's boss, Mr. Styles, and they promise to never do it again...but some promises are just meant to be broken.

A Twist of Fate - Harry and Y/N are exes who unexpectedly run into each other. And while they have both moved on, being with each other unearths the feelings they had buried for each other when they had to end their relationship. So they make a promise to do something about the next time they run into each other if they're both single.

Meet Me in the Hallway (complete)- Lucy and Harry are soulmates, but something seems to always be in the way. However, they’re both willing to wait for each other and they’re both willing to make it better.

Compromised (complete)- Harry is involved in a branch of the European mafia called the B.F. Clan. Y/N is an American spy who has been trying to dismantle them for years. Her objective now, get close to Harry and burn it all through him.

Young American (complete) - Y/N get’s offered the opportunity of a lifetime, an apprenticeship at English Graffiti, world renowned tattoo artist, Eddie Chan’s first American shop. However, an unnerving rivalry brews between her and one of Eddie’s old apprentices and best artists, Harry Styles. 🎃

(Ongoing) Wonderful World - Harry is a psychiatrist who starts to see a young girl named Celeste. As time goes on he starts to find himself developing feelings for Celeste's mother, Diana. Despite his many accomplishments, once they come into his life he realizes that his life is a bit empty. But there is no way he can pursue the woman he wants, it's unethical and it could put his entire career in jeopardy.

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