#harry styles fine line
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CHANNING
a harry styles one shot
seven thousand words
cw - sexual content, alcohol, harsh language, spitting, spanking, choking,
“I can’t believe you almost missed this.” Looking over at me, the dark eyes of my closest friend shine under the overhead lights. “I mean, come on— It’s Harryween.”
Using my pinky to perfect the edge of the color as I look in the mirror, I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Okay well I couldn’t let this costume go to waste.”
“Honestly.” Adjusting the straps of her angel wings, she laughs. “It’s perfect.”
Tucking a lock of wavy copper hair behind my ear, the green foliage sewed to the leather top last minute contrasts against my porcelain skin in the best way.
As soon as the decision was made— the costume just happens to fall into place.
It took me less than a day to buy the ivy from a local craft store along with the needle and thread. Deep in the back of my closet there was a black leather corset, the kind that fastened in a line of delicate hooks up the front, one that pushed my breasts up even higher than normal. Pairing that with the black leather skirt that hit the middle of my thighs seemed like the only option that made sense.
Less than two hours sitting on my couch and watching Succession later and all of the ivy had been sewn into place. After a little maneuvering I even managed to turn the broad, verdant colored leaves to a makeshift garter for each of my thighs.
Standing here in this bathroom and looking at my reflection, the extra ivy twisting from the top of the high topped canvas sneakers on my feet, I can’t help but smile at how good it looks snaking over my toned calves and thick thighs.
Poison Ivy.
“We better get down to the pit before it gets too crazy.” With a wide smile on her face, I laugh along with her as her fingers tangle with mine, pulling me along. “If we’re lucky we can get close to the barricade.”
Staying close behind her, the two of us manage to squeeze through the sea of people, finding a spot in the pit good enough that we would be able to get a decent view.
I’d been to plenty of shows before but it felt like nothing compared to the pit at a Harry Styles show.
Even as the show eventually starts, it’s clear that everyone got the memo to dress up and seeing the man of the hour— I’m so glad this is where I ended up.
The way he looks tonight should be illegal.
The way he’s looking at me?
Criminal.
Up on the stage, I make eye contact with him again as he passes by, my body heating under his gaze for what feels like the millionth time.
“God, he keeps looking at you!” The girl with two boas and a pink cowboy hat next to me says, her eyes wide. “What the fuck?!”
I feel my lips as they turn into a smirk, raising my eyes back to the stage to see him in front of me again.
Being so close to the barricade was an accident. Somehow, someway we managed to make out way closer and closer as the night went on. Dancing with everyone around us all night has been the best part of the show.
Well… That and seeing Harry dressed in the most delicate and detailed costume.
A clown with the prettiest cream fabrics and lace along with the most perfect moon and stars offsetting the lighter colors with their darkness. Even his cheeks have the rosiest hue— complete with little pearl drops along his cheeks and above his brows.
Nothing too scary, but something just sexy enough.
As he plays the song everyone longs to hear, this time when lyrics roll off of his heart shaped lips in front of me, there’s no mistaking it.
‘And when I sleep, I'm gonna dream of how you —‘
Eyes set on mine, he brings the tip of each finger to his flattened tongue, a tease of how he would certainly be able to please between the sheets.
Rolling my eyes as my best friend grabs my arm, her fingers pressing into the bare skin of my bicep, I find his gaze lingering before he moves on — deciding to entertain the other side of his stage before making his exit.
It feels like the scene of a documentary as the end of the show finally unfolds and people make their way from the stadium, a mass of people all looking for something to get them as high as the feeling Harry Styles gives them.
Laughing on the way out, I give the longest hugs that I can manage before slipping out into the night to find the small bar that has always welcomed me on a night like tonight.
A night when I’m not ready to dream quite yet.
Between the way the city never sleeps and the people out for their own version of tricks and treats, it feels like hours before I find what I’m looking for even if it’s not terribly far away from where I started.
Still dressed in the costume I threw together at the last minute, I don’t even find myself caring much about that. People from all across the city are dressed in various Halloween get ups— making it that much easier to blend in.
Even if the majority of my skin feels like it’s on display.
Smiling as I grip the door handle, it’s the large hand that covers mine that makes my heart race.
The anchor tattoo.
The mermaid.
The cross.
Turning on my heel, the same eyes that looked into mine in front of thirty thousand people trace over my face — over my freckles, over my cheekbones… Over my lips.
“It’s you.” Low and raspy, the accent drips off his lips as they turn into a sinister grin.
Rolling my tongue along the inside of my cheek, I watch his eyes follow the movement as I press through the door and let him follow.
“It’s me.”
The bar is small and dimly lit, the best place to come if you don’t want to be found.
I’ve come here for years, a product of begging to be lost.
Turning my back on him, I make my way to the bar and sit on one of the stools, smiling as the bartender makes his way down to me. I can feel Harry’s presence as he slides onto the stool next to me, his thigh brushing against the skin of my thigh that my skirt doesn’t cover.
“Hey, babe.” Leaning over the bar and kissing my cheek, the familiar face behind the bar places a shot glass on the counter before filling it with tequila and placing a lime along the rim, sliding it to me. “How was your night?”
My face turns towards the man next to me, his features sharper in the low light as he studies me carefully before I look away from him with a shrug. “It was okay.”
A laugh falls from his lips as he leans into me, his lips brushing against my ear. “Okay? Is that all you have to say about me?”
“Maybe it is.” My shoulders lift in a shrug as I turn to face him, reaching for the shot and taking it, watching Harry as his eyes focus on my lips where I taste the lime. “Why? Are your feelings hurt?”
Catching the attention of the person behind the bar, those mossy eyes hold mine as he orders. “Can I please have four shots of tequila?”
“You alright with this guy, Chan?” Looking between the two of us, his eyes narrow in Harry’s direction.
I laugh. “We’re good. You can pull your best friend shit somewhere else.”
Rolling his eyes, he pours the shots out for the two of us. Leaving a small bowl of salt and limes before making his back to the other end of the bar.
“Chan?” Harry’s voice is rich and smooth, just like you always hear about. “Is that short for Chandler?”
I shake my head as I bring my hand up and flatten my tongue before running it across the back of my hand, eyes locked on his. “No, it’s not.”
“Are you going to tell me?” Watching my every move, his green eyes watch as I pinch salt between my fingers and let it fall to my skin.
“Should I?” Once again, I flatten my tongue across the same spot and taste the salt before picking up the small glass of liquor, tipping it back and letting it burn down my throat. “What’s in it for me if I do?”
Tension unlike I’ve ever known settled between us.
Somewhere my brain tells me to be careful, but the reckless part of me says that sometimes things are just meant to happen.
The odds of running into a man like him are practically zero. Yet here I am with flushed skin from the warmth of his proximity.
I reach for the lime but Harry beats me to it, holding it between his thumb and forefinger and pressing the acidic fruit to my bottom lip, eyes begging for me to open for him.
“Suck.”
Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I flick my tongue across the broad side of the lime before wrapping my lips around it and following the simple instructions.
“So you do know how to listen.” Harry pulls his hand away from me before dropping the fruit back into the empty shot glass.
Tilting my head back, I laugh.
Pressing my hand on his thigh and leaning forward, this time my lips brush against his ear. “I only listen when I feel like it.”
“Hmm.” He hums as he leans back, eyes looking over my body. “Do you feel like listening tonight?”
I shake my head as he reaches for my hand and pulls me in close, his eyes burning through me as his tongue darts out and presses to my skin along my forearm. Holding me in place and using his other hand, he easily sprinkles the salt along my heated skin before flattening his tongue and tasting it.
My breath hitches in my throat as his fingers tip the glass back, taking the lime and holding it out for me. Taking the hint, I bite onto it and lean towards him letting him take it from me with a smug grin on his face. His lips brush against mine for only a moment before he leans away from me, sucking the juice out of the fruit to chase the bitter taste of the liquor. “Come on, tell me your name.”
“I’ll tell you on one condition.” Squeezing his thigh, I brush my lips against the base of his throat, smiling when I feel him swallow thickly.
“And what’s that?” Gripping my chin, Harry tilts my head backwards and grins at me, his notorious bunny teeth biting into his bottom lip.
I roll my tongue along my bottom lip, watching as his eyes drop to my mouth. “You keep staring at my lips like you want them to do something.”
“Yeah?” His grip on my chin tightens. “What if I want to put them to work?”
I lick my bottom lip as my breathing shallows, giving Harry the opportunity to press his thumb into the small bowl of salt and brush it along my bottom lip. “I’d say you talk a lot for someone who hasn’t made a move yet.”
Harry’s eyes darken as he leans in, flicking his tongue along my bottom lip and tasting the salt. Reaching for one of the last two shots that he ordered, I watch as he pours the liquid into his mouth before using his thumb to pull on my bottom lip in a silent request.
Running my tongue along my lower lip and opening my mouth for him, I can’t even be bothered to be surrounded by other people or the sound that comes from the back of my mouth when he spits the liquor onto my waiting tongue.
Grabbing the lime and holding it against the skin of my throat, I’m almost embarrassed by the whimper that falls from my lips when he squeezes the wedge and his warm tongue catches the juice as it rolls down the column of my throat as I swallow.
“That’s right… Swallow for me, pretty girl.”
I can barely register his words before his lips are on mine and I can taste the flavor on his tongue as it finds mine, one of his hands sliding back into the waves at the nape of my neck and the other slipping just under the hem of my skirt and past the dark leaves of my costume.
He kisses me hard and with no abandon, as if he wants nothing more than to devour me. Leaning closer to him and hooking my finger into the waistband of his pants, I moan lightly when his teeth drag across my bottom lip.
“I need to get you alone.” He mumbles, his hand sliding along the inside of my thigh as his fingertips dance across my skin. “Need you on your knees while I watch those lips wrap around me.
I gasp when he drops his lips to my neck, nipping and sucking my skin. “There’s a private bathroom in the office— fuck, down the hall.”
Leaving the last shot, Harry takes my hand and pulls me towards the hallway that leads us in the right direction. With his arms wrapping around my body from behind, once we stop just long enough for me to punch in the code for the keypad I can feel him hard and ready behind me.
“If you don’t hurry, I’m going to take you right fucking here.” Nipping my earlobe, Harry plays with the hem of my skirt as his hand grips my throat and turns my head to the side, giving him more access. “How many ways are you going to let me fuck you, pretty girl?”
“Fuck.” Punching the last number into the keypad, when it beeps twice and I turn the handle, it opens easily.
We barely make it into the room and slam the door before Harry turns on me, pressing my body into the door and pressing his thigh between my legs, pinning me in place.
His mouth is on mine in a messy and hungry kiss all while his hands take their time exploring my body. From my breasts to my ass, not one place goes unnoticed by his skilled hands.
“This fucking costume.” Bringing the skin at the base of my throat between his teeth only to soothe it with his tongue, I shiver when he drags his finger along the top of the ivy, digging behind it enough to trace my skin. “People think that it’s so bright on stage and that I can’t see, but I do — I fucking see everything.”
Kissing under my jaw, his hands work the hooks that line the front of the top, one by one. “Tell me what you saw, Harry.
“You want to know?” Dragging his tongue across the swell of my breasts, I reach up and run my nails across his scalp, making him moan. “I saw you, dressed in this—“ Releasing the last button and letting the top of the corset fall to the floor, Harry cups both of my breasts and squeezes them, pinching each nipple at the same time. “I watched you dance, seeing your perfect ass sway from side to side like you didn’t give a single fuck that I was on that stage.”
Dropping down, Harry runs his tongue across the sensitive peak a moment before taking it between his teeth, pulling back enough to make me gasp. “I didn’t— I was more of a Niall girl—”
“Beautiful and bratty, huh?” His fingers find my throat as I smile, pressing into my skin just enough that my lips part on an exhale from the rush. “The only name that's going to come off your lips tonight is mine.”
“You seem so—.” My thoughts all but disappear when I feel Harry reach down and slip his hand under the tight material of my skirt after tracing the edge of the garter along my thighs.
Taking my nipple back into his mouth and teasing, he pulls back to look at me as his knuckle presses into my clit over the fabric of my underwear. “I seem so what, Chan? You won’t even tell me your name yet here you are — dripping down the inside of your thighs for me.”
“So full of yourself.” I finally get out. “Maybe you really are an arrogant son of a bitch, aren’t you?”
Pushing the fabric aside, Harry doesn’t even pace himself, sliding two fingers deep inside of me and making me cry out as his thumb circles my clit with so much pressure it borders pain. “You have no fucking idea.”
“Harry—“ I moan.
Curling his fingers, I feel like my body is on overdrive as he works an orgasm out of my body quicker than even I’ve been able to do it. . “Come on my fingers for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
Reaching out and gripping his shoulders, I can see the dark evergreen of his eyes just on the rim of his blown out pupils under the lights as his breath comes out shallow, the muscles under his skin flexing as he works me even harder through my orgasm.
Once my body loses all of the tension I tip forward into Harry’s arms with a laugh. “Jesus.”
“Yeah? That good?” He smirks as he wraps my hair around his fist. Once, twice. “Chan, I need to ask you something.”
I nod, my eyes the only things he’s focused on. “Now you want to ask questions?”
“I’m serious.” His nose brushes mine before he places a soft kiss to my lips, a complete contrast to the way he just coaxed a release from my body. “I need to know that if you don’t like something or you want me to stop that you’ll tell me, okay?”
I nod, pressing another soft kiss to his lips, taking my time to enjoy the way his tongue feels moving with mine. “I promise.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes burn into my features looking for any sign of hesitance.
“I’m sure.” Getting impatient, I nip his bottom lip. “Now, are you going to fuck me or stand here and be a gentleman all night? Which one is it?”
“Such a fucking mouth on you.” Flexing his hand in my hair and pulling tighter, there’s no option but for me to sink to my knees as Harry guides me. “I hope you know how to use it for more than just your attitude.”
Sitting back on my heels, I lick my lips. “Only one way to find out.”
“Go on then.” Nodding towards his straining cock beneath the fabric of his pants, he waits for me to undo the button. “Let me watch you choke on my cock so that you can’t talk back to me.”
When my hands finally free him, I whimper at the same time Harry’s groan fills the small office. Leaking with precome, I flick the tip of my tongue to collect the pearly drops.
“Pinch my thigh if it gets to be too much, yeah?” Using his hand that doesn’t still have my hair wrapped around his fist, he cups my jaw and runs his thumb across my cheek as I nod. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”
Taking Harry into my mouth, I wish I could take a picture of how he looks from this angle. His head tilts back as a moan curves around his lips, I swear to god I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life. Pushing his hips forward slowly, I hollow my cheeks as I use my tongue to feel every single ridge and vein he has to offer me. My hands rest on his thighs as he drops his head down and meets my gaze.
“I’m going to go harder, is that okay?” With his cock still in my mouth, I nod. “Good fucking girl, good girl.”
Harry pushes his thighs even deeper, groaning at the feeling of his cock sliding down the back of my throat and making the muscles constrict around him from the intrusion. It feels like so much pressure and not enough at the same time as he repeats the action. Tears form in my waterline as I choke over and over, the tears spilling out onto my cheeks.
“See how good you're taking my cock down your pretty little throat?” Sliding his hand from my cheek, I moan around him as his hand rests across my throat. “Fuck, are you going to swallow for me?”
I choke once more, nodding.
“Good.”
It’s one word that precedes his release, one that I make good on my promise and swallow every drop of.
Once Harry pulls back, I take a deep breath and look up to him for only a moment before he pulls me to my feet and spins us around. Lifting me up and sitting me onto the desk, stepping between my legs and tracing his fingers over the edges of the ivy still wrapped around me.
Instantly his lips are on mine, groaning at his own tastes as he reaches between my legs and pushes the material of the leather skirt up, his fingers finding the sensitive nerve at the apex of my thighs as my hips roll forward to meet the friction.
“Are you this wet for me?” Lips ghosting over mine, his fingers find my nipple, pinching. “Do you want a taste?”
“Yes, please.” I say, looking into his eyes as he brings his fingers up, smearing the arousal across my bottom lip before kissing me again.
It’s impossible not to feel crazed as his hands fall to my thighs and push up my skirt, watching as it bunches up around my hips. “Lay back for me.”
Placing his hand in the center of my chest, I fall back onto the desk and whimper when I feel his warm lips leaving lingering kisses along the inside of my thighs.
“Look at you, so willing to let me do whatever I want with you tonight. I don’t even want to unwrap this pretty package you’ve put on for me.” His breath ghost across my center, the anticipation making me feel like I could explode at any minute. “I guess I got lucky— finding you on a night where you want to listen. A night where you want to be told what to do. Am I right?”
Harry doesn’t give the time to formulate an answer, his tongue immediately pressing into my clit before sucking it into his mouth. The action takes me by surprise as my back arches off the desk and my hands search for anything to hold onto.
Dragging patterns across the nerve, I cry out his name as he devours me like he’s never done before. As he releases my clit, his tongue finds my entrance and makes a languid path through my arousal before reaching the place I want him the most.
Up and down.
Side to side.
The stimulation makes my thighs shake as he tugs my hips toward him until my ass hangs off the desk and he pulls my dripping cunt even further into his face.
“Harry, fuck.” My hands flip, nails digging into the wood of the desk no doubt leaving marks. “Right there, fuck. I’ve never— never been so close so fast—“
Pushing myself up to my elbows, I let my head roll back as Harry rolls my clit between his teeth before pulling back, delivering a harsh slap to my outer thigh.
“Do you want to come for me?” Pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee, he raises a brow in my direction and smirks when I nod. “If you want to come for me— if you’re going to scream my name— you’re going to watch me as you do it. You’re going to watch me devour you like my last meal, do you understand?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod, resisting the urge to roll my head back when he immediately finds my clit and brings two fingers to my entrance, pushing them in and finding my g-spot.
“Harry.” His name falls off my lips like a prayer as he keeps his eyes on mine. “Please, please let me come. I need it, I—
I feel it as my body gives into the pleasure Harry so willingly gives.
My back arches, my breast pushing up into the air and not even a sound is able to pour from my mouth. Reaching out to grasp something and knocking a cup of pens onto the floor behind me, I cry out.
“Let everyone know who makes you feel this good.” Standing up, Harry looks down at me as he fists his cock in his hand. “I need to be inside of you right fucking now.”
“Condom?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.
Harry reaches behind him and grabs his wallet, pulling one out and ripping it open with his teeth before rolling it on his length. “Tell me what you want? Hard? Soft?”
“Give me what nobody else can, don’t fucking hold back.” I grit out, feeling him run his cock along my clit. “Prove to me that you can fuck as good as everyone thinks you can.”
Harry smiles down at me only a moment before thrusting his hips forward, burying himself as deep as possible, making me scream out for him. “How’s that for a start? You’re so fucking wet for me.”
“Harry!” I cry. “I need it just like that, so deep.”
Pulling his hips back, Harry leans over to kiss me as he thrusts again, the power behind it pushing the desk forward an inch. “Yeah? You like feeling like this? Feeling so fucking full that you can’t stand it. Fuck, you take my cock so fucking well, so fucking well.”
“You’re so big, shit.” I moan, my head lolling to the side as his hands spread across my waist and grip me before slamming into me. “God. It feels so— so fucking good.”
“You can take it.” Harry moans above me, his eyes going back and forth between my face to where he disappears inside of me, watching as I take every inch of him. “It feels like this was made for me. So tight, so warm.”
“Please, I need more—“
At my words alone, Harry pulls out and pulls me off the desk and turns me around. Pressing his hand between my shoulder blades, he bends me over the desk before pushing my skirt back up around my waist and grips the waistband to hold me in place.
“Is this what you wanted?” Peering at him over my shoulder, I open my mouth on a breathless moan when his hand cracks across the left side of my ass — quickly followed by the right. “Did you need me to fuck you from behind so I could spank you like this? Huh?”
I feel Harry as he slowly pushes his hips forward, filling me. Listening to his moans as they bounce off the walls, my own whimpers mix with the sound. Gripping my hips, he takes his time as he works so slow — each inch more agonizing than the last before his hips press against my ass.
“Are you going soft on me back there?” Looking at him over my shoulder, I smirk when fire flashes behind his eyes. “Is the guy from the bar all of a sudden gone?”
Harry rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek, shaking his head before raising his hand and delivering a harsh slap, one that’s sure to leave his handprint behind.
“I know you fucking like that, don’t you? You’re squeezing my cock like it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.” Fingers digging into my hips, I moan when he pulls me back onto his cock and buries himself even deeper. “Tell me — tell me I'm the best you’ve ever had.”
Gripping the edge of the desk, I try to ground myself as Harry brushes against my g-spot with every single thrust, the pull in the base of my spine getting so strong that I don’t know how much longer I'll be able to hold out.
“I’ve neve been fucked like this.” I cry. “Nobody has ever, ever made me feel so fucking good.”
My eyes roll back as Harry presses his fingers against my clit and works them in time with his trusts, making me push up onto the tips of my toes in search of the release that isn’t far off.
“Like that, oh my god.” Panting, I meet him thrust for thrust as he fucks me harder and harder. “I'm so close.”
“Come on pretty poison girl, soak my cock for me.” Gripping the back of my neck, Harry presses me into the desk and gives me everything he has until my body gives up, releasing around him. “Fuck. you feel so good when you come around me like that. So damn good.”
Slowing his rhythm, Harry sweeps my hair off of my back and leans over me, pressing kisses up the curve of my spine. “Harry.”
“Yes?” His voice is soft as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You are incredible.”
“One more.” The words fall from my lips even though I know that I'm so fucked, that I know I won’t last much longer. “I want one more.”
Stopping his movements, I feel Harry chuckle. “You think you can handle me again?”
“I want to see you.” I say, my eyes darting toward the door of the bathroom. “Let me watch you come undone over me.”
Harry grins as he pulls out, the loss of him more than I expected. “I never would have guessed the woman in the crowd would be able to fuck me so well.”
“You shouldn’t underestimate people, Harry.” I walk in front of him, listening to the way he moans when he sees my own release dripping down the inside of my thighs. “Do you like what you see?”
“Fuck.” Running his hand through his curls. He looks freshly fucked and I can’t wait to finish him. “Let me see you.”
Stepping into the bathroom and turning on the light, the sleek and modern design is perfect. Turning, Harry steps close and finds my lips with his, taking his time to kiss me as his hands once again wander my body.
When he takes my nipple into his mouth, I let my head tilt back. “Come on. Give me what I want.”
“So fucking needy.” Harry responds, turning me around and pinning me against the counter. “Bend over, you pretty slut.” Pressing my ass out and shaking it from side to side, I cry out when Harry strikes his palm across each cheek. “How many?”
The tone in his voice makes me moan. “Fuck.”
“I said—“ Cracking down his palm again, he steps up behind me, pushing just his tip inside of my throbbing center. “How many.”
“Until you think I’ve had enough.”
I arch my back when he thrusts forward, his hand connecting with my ass even harder. “What if I never get enough. huh?”
“Harry—“
“What if I'm starting to think one night isn’t enough for me?” He thrusts so deep and I’m so sensitive that it feels so good, I clench around him. “Fuck, when you grip my cock like that I never want to leave — I could fuck you all damn night.”
I moan as I meet his gaze in the mirror, looking at the tattoos on his arms as he slides his hands up my back, gripping my shoulders and pulling me back onto his cock. “Don’t say that.”
“What? Don’t say that I want you?” Bringing his palm against my skin, his gaze locks on mine. “This— fuck, this isn’t normal.”
“What?” I ask, biting my bottom lip and letting my head fall forward. “What isn’t—”
“Feeling like this after one night.” Thrusting into me so hard that I scream, I feel tears in my eyes over the way my body feels ready to give into him again. “I’ve never had sex like this, never fucked anyone this good.”
I let my head fall to the side as my cheek presses against the cool counter, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing through the small room. “That’s because you've never been with someone like me before.”
“Fuck—“ Harry is relentless as he searches for his release. “I need you to come for me again, please.”
Begging me, his eyes are hazy as he looks at me, gaze looking with mine until with one thrust, my body shatters around his. “Harry!”
“Oh, shit—“
I watch as his head rolls back and his body stills for just a moment before his hips slowly guide in and out of me, riding us through the orgasms we’ve given each other.
“There you go, pretty girl.” Running his hands up and down my back. I take a deep breath. “You’re so fucking good. So good, Chan.”
I take a deep breath as I try to center myself. “Harry, that was—“
Resting his forehead between my shoulder blades, his warm breath skates across my skin. “I didn’t know it would be like that when I saw you tonight, the woman dressed with ivy across her body— that the vines would wrap around me and pull me in.”
“I don’t know why you’re the surprised one.” I say, wetting my lips. “You’re the one that showed up here. How?”
Harry pulls out, a whimper falling from my lips at the loss of him. “I don’t know… I wanted to get a drink somewhere where I wouldn’t feel like Harry Styles — I wanted to go somewhere small and local.”
“And you ended up here?” I ask, looking up at him from under my lashes.
Grabbing a hand towel, Harry presses a kiss to my temple before running it under warm water and hoisting me onto the counter, laughing as I wince.
“I ended up here.” He smiles as he reaches his hand between my legs, kissing me when I gasp as he runs the warm cloth over my sensitive clit.
We both look at each other and it’s almost like Harry can’t help it when he leans down to kiss me, taking his time as his hands come up to cup my cheeks.
“Let’s get you dressed, okay?” He speaks the words against my lips but makes no move to let me off the counter to grab my top. “Maybe in a few minutes.”
I laugh. “Come on, we have to get out of here before someone comes in.”
“I hope they do.” kissing down the side of my neck, Harry rests his forehead against my collarbone. “I need everyone to know I was with you — that you’ve been fucked you harder than you ever have in your life.”
Resting my hand in the middle of his chest, I push him backwards and hop off the counter on shaky legs, Harry laughing as he rests his hands on my hips to guide me back into the office.
“Here, let me help you.” It’s a sweet gesture to see a man like him help me back into my top, watching as he uses all of his concentration to make sure every hook gets fastened properly while he doesn’t disturb the leaves.
“Thank you… For tonight.” I say, looking over his features. “I really had a good time.”
Harry smiles and brushes a lock of hair from off my face. “I did too.”
I give him one last smile, reaching for the door handle.
Before I turn it, Harry reaches for my hand, turning me and pressing me into the door one last time, finding my lips with his own.
Unlike most of the kisses tonight, this one is so slow, so gentle.
“I know I'm asking a lot, but I need to be able to see you again — I don't know what my brain is doing to me, but I just know that I need it.” The look in his eyes is so full of hope, so soft. “I’ll understand if you say no.”
“Here.” I hold my hand out, hoping he gets the hint.
When he does, he takes his phone out of his pocket and hands it over. I easily put my name and number in before giving it back to him, watching his lips curl up with a grin.
“Channing?” Looking from his phone to me, I smile as my hand grips the doorknob and finally push it open.
I wink at him as I step out into the hall. “It’s me.”
He steps forward and grips my hip one last time. bringing his lips down to mine.
“It’s you.”
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Could We Not?
ONE SHOT
[ or Part 1 to Not Another Time ]
<< Request >> "Hey! I was wondering if you could do a one-shot where she’s like apart of the band and she gets hit in the head with a hard object while she’s on stage and Harry is super freaked out? That would be a sanity saver!" - @samanddeaninatrenchcoat
Summary: Harry Styles is used to having things thrown at him on stage. Recently, it's been Skittles, which affected his vision. But when his band members are affected, he can't stay silent. Especially when it's YN who takes the hit.
AN: I had a lot of fun writing this! YN replaces Laura in the band, just in general, only because she plays the trumpet and I still included Parris.
Warnings: Some explicit language, wound with blood, angry Harry
He can't escape it. It has carried on from his days in One Direction, and it seems to have become a permanent, unavoidable occurrence that things are thrown at him on stage.
Most are harmless, such as boas, sunglasses, or little plush toys that he is always inclined to keep.
However, there have been a few occasions where the objects were a bit more troublesome. Phones are a big one, which internally annoys the hell out of him at this point.
The most recent culprit, and the most shocking, was a handful of Skittles, one which hit him directly in his left eye. If there is a silver lining of that moment, it's that he only had to get through performing 'Kiwi' before he was able to run backstage and immediately have it taken care of.
He tries not to show anger on stage when things like that happen. He loves his fans. He always wants to treat them with kindness, acceptance, and gratitude. So he doesn't draw much attention to it. There has only been one occasion or two where he has subtly asked for some fans to stop throwing things.
Tonight, however, might be his tipping point.
Harry has brushed off the frustration from the rock hard candy incident, because tonight is a new night and a new show.
There is also the new trumpet player, YN. Well, she isn't new per say, she's been there since the tour came back to North America, but she is the newest member of the band, and the one Harry has become extremely fond of.
She fits in perfectly with the rest of the group. She is so kind, so joyful, and everyone seems to be energized just by her presence. Including Harry. Especially Harry. The moment she walked into the trial rehearsal, he felt an electricity course through his veins that he's never felt before. He shook it off as a mere, and mild, physical attraction. Then she started to play, and he was taken into a trance by her talent and passion. Then she spoke, and he felt his heart flutter more than ever.
He knows he has a crush, one that he can't talk about or act on, but it doesn't stop the forming of a grin when the horn players walk up onto the stage. It doesn't stop the goosebumps he feels when they all begin to play, being able to pick out the sound of her specific instrument. It doesn't stop the thought that those songs, the ones where they get to be there together, may just be his favorite ones to perform.
So when 'Satellite' ends, and after a good chat with the crowd, reading their signs, the four horn players make their way up the stairs as 'Cinema' begins, causing his heart to flutter and his current smile to stretch out into a wide grin.
When they play an extended introduction for 'Music For A Sushi Restaurant', he takes the opportunity to get some water and give her a quick smile, hoping that he actually does see a blush form on her cheeks, even behind her trumpet.
He stays on the outside of the stage for that song, but gets even more excited when the band begins to play 'Treat People With Kindness'. This means YN will move to one of the outside corners, which also means he'll get to be closer to her as he moves around during the song.
He makes sure to pass by her any chance he gets, but tries hard not to make his intentions too obvious, to the crowd or to YN. She's a part of his band, and he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable, even if she does appear to reciprocate any smile or slightly flirtatious comment he makes. He wants any move made to be on YN's terms. However, that won't stop him from taking this opportunity to share a little dance with her.
"Wait for it… wait for it… wait for it. One, two, three, four!"
As the crowd shouts out the chorus, Harry stations himself next to her, moving his hips side to side, causing her to pull back from her instrument and let out the most amazing laugh.
He's going to do that every time from now on, just so he can hear that again.
That song ends, and she moves into the center with the rest of the horn players, walking through to the other side of the stage as they start their intro for 'What Makes You Beautiful'.
He moves back to the mic stand in front of the walkway, trying to catch glimpses of her every so often, as she stands near the corner to his left.
"I don't know why you're being shy, and turn away when I look into your eyes."
He takes a few steps to his left, pointing his arms out to the fans and encouraging them to sing the bridge.
At that moment, something whizzes over in his direction and lands by his feet. He takes a quick look down, and then to his left, noticing that YN has moved a few feet over to the other side of the stage. He sees Mitch taking a couple of glances over to her as well, mouthing something, but she nods and continues to play.
As the final chorus nears, the four horn players move back to the center of the stage to play the last parts of the song.
He grabs his mic from the stand and engages the crowd, instantly requesting that they applaud for the horn players. He watches as YN gives a wave to the crowd, confused as to why she isn't doing it as vibrant as normal. She could just be tired, though she usually pushes through it, but it's been an intense leg of the tour in Los Angeles.
The time between that and 'Late Night Talking', while Parris plays his beautiful solo, is usually one of his favorite moments, because he has a little bit more time to interact with her on stage. Even if it's only a quick comment or joke, he loves it and takes what he can get. But as he moves closer to grab his water bottle, he sees her talking to Pauli, who swiftly hands her a spare face cloth that he keeps by him.
Harry immediately frowns and quickens his pace over to her.
"What's wrong?"
She wipes herself off and shakes her head, keeping her gaze downward. He can't remember a time where she wasn't happy and bright. But now she looks embarrassed, and sad, which pains him to see.
"Some… something hit me."
"What? Where? How?" He blurts out, not even fully able to process what she is explaining had occurred.
"A fan threw something. I don't know what it was." She sighs, flickering her gaze up to him with a troubling expression across her face.
"Shit. Are you alright?" He steps closer to her, unintentionally placing his hand on the middle of her back, and he feels her shiver under his touch. He removes it, his eyes fixated on her, and he feels some relief when he sees a small smile appear on her face.
"I'll be okay." She assures him. Her trumpet lifts up to her lips, the ones he has wondered what they would feel like against his, and he realizes that Parris has finished his part. "Let's get on with it."
He bites his lower lip as she gives him a wink, and feels a blush form on his own cheeks. If she knew what she does to him, she probably wouldn't be doing that. But he'll take it.
He sings through the second chorus on the closest walkway, still giddy at the fact that he can pick out her trumpet from the others, and he just knows she is swaying back and forth to the lyrics as she always does.
However, he turns around to make his way back, pointing his mic back out to the crowd, and when he sees YN again, she is holding her fingers against the spot over her left eyebrow.
Instantly his chest tightens and he bounces back over there as the song ends. She makes her way back to the center with the others while he takes a quick gulp of water, turning around when they begin to play 'Watermelon Sugar'.
"I'm bleeding." He hears her state to Parris.
"Okay. Go." Parris replies, and Harry follows after her.
"YN." He tries to shout without causing too much of a fuss, but she steps down the stairs, and he clenches his jaw as he watches her make her way backstage.
This isn't good, and he really hopes he can get through this song now.
"Alright, if… if you know this one, please… please do sing along." He stumbles through his words, his eyes still glaring over to the spot where YN exited.
Performing this one isn't as fun this time, though the crowd are probably none the wiser, as he keeps his professionalism as intact as possible. But it is different. She's usually on the walkway in front of him, dancing away as she plays, causing his heart to flutter each time she moves.
He either closes his eyes or moves around the stage a bit, hoping to momentarily distract himself from her, and stay focused on the music. At least to get through the song.
And thankfully he does.
As soon as it ends, the rest of the horn players make their way off the stage, and Harry immediately rushes over to his little setup in front of Pauli.
"Start playing, but I want to talk with the crowd for a moment." He states into the band mic, for only the crew to hear.
They softly play the melody of 'Love of My Life' and he raises his hand as if to signal that he has something to say.
"Thank you Los Angeles, so much, for all of your support. I, more than anyone, know that I couldn't do this without all of you. I hope you have had a great time." The crowd cheers, and stomps, and he responds with some kisses blown around the venue. Then his expression becomes a bit more solemn and he turns back to the mic. "I want to say that my number one priority for everyone here tonight has been safety. That includes everyone on stage as well."
The crowd immediately hushes, which usually doesn't happen without his lead, and it shocks him. But hopefully it means they'll hear his message.
"I always encourage you to dance, sing, and interact. I always suggest that you treat everyone with kindness. And now, I also ask that you please think about these amazing people on stage, and refrain from throwing things that could potentially hurt someone. One of our members was hurt during a song tonight and unfortunately had to leave." He pulls back, clearing his throat in an attempt to keep his frustration at bay. "We want to be able to keep doing this with you for as long as possible, so we all need to make sure that safety is our top priority. So let's keep it safe and have some more fun. How does that sound, Los Angeles?"
He holds two thumbs up to the fans, swiveling around while everyone begins to cheer again, and walks over to his mic for the next song. The last one before their little break, and before their encore. He'll be done soon.
He knows his energy has diminished a bit, which is fine for 'Love of My Life', because his mind is back on YN. He desperately wants to know if she is okay. Needs to know, at this point.
During the break before their encore, Harry rushed underneath and pleaded with the crew to find out what had happened to YN, and whether she's being taken care of. They assured him that she is fine, but he couldn't get rid of his worry.
He put on his best entertainer persona for the last three songs, feeding off the excitement of the crowd to get him through until the end.
But once 'Kiwi' was finished, he blew kisses to the fans and sprinted backstage, immediately feeling frantic.
"Jeff-"
"H, man, you doing okay?" His manager asks, concern all over his face.
"Where is YN?" Harry quickly asks, not even bothering to answer about himself.
"Huh?"
"Where's YN? She got hit by something. She had to get off stage. Where'd she go?" He asks, feeling frazzled like he never has before.
"Oh. Uh, I haven't seen her, maybe-"
Harry strides off, not really knowing which direction to head, but willing to walk all over the place to find her.
He sees another familiar face, feeling some hope that she'll have an answer.
"Lorren, where's YN?" He asks, hoping his tone is a bit more calm than it was with Jeff, but knowing he could be failing.
"She's in the common room." Lorren replies, a small smirk forming suddenly. "She's okay, Harry."
His eyes grow wide and he stands up straighter, more stable, more casual. Or at least trying to.
"Yeah. Of course. I just… wanted to check in with her." He utters, but her intrigued, raised eyebrow tells him that she doesn't accept his answer.
"Harry…" She chuckles. "I know you care about her more than that…"
"What? No-... I mean…" He sighs, running a ringed hand through his sweaty hair. "Shit."
Lorren laughs again and she puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Your secret is safe with me."
He nods and feels a hot burn flooding his cheeks, not even attempting to hide it since she clearly knows she's right.
"Does she fee-" He begins, immediately stopping as he sees her pull her lips inward. "Nevermind. Doesn't matter. I'm just… gonna check on her."
Lorren nods and smiles, squeezing his shoulder then pointing down the hallway.
"Good luck…" She teases as she walks away.
"What?"
"Nothing." She replies, already opening the door to another room.
He takes a deep breath and turns back around to the direction he needs to go, his steps faster the closer he gets to the room she is occupying.
He opens the door without hesitation, instantly seeing YN sitting on the sofa with an ice pack held on her face, and her phone in the other hand.
He clears his throat as he takes a few steps towards her, slower than they were in the hallway, and his heart pounds faster than it just had been.
"Hello." He utters, not wanting to startle her. She shoots her gaze up to him and he feels butterflies as she immediately smiles. She may have looked different on stage after the incident, but he is happy to see that her bright demeanor seems to have returned. His concern begins to melt away.
"Hi." She responds, putting her phone down, along with the ice pack. She winces as she does, and as he moves to the sofa, he finally sees the large gash on her forehead.
His heart sinks, and he is thankful for the close proximity to the furniture, because his knees almost give out completely as he takes a seat next to her, on the opposite side of where her cut is.
"Fuck, YN, are you alright?" He inquires, his gaze flickering between her gorgeous, sparkling eyes and her anger-inducing wound. His jaw instantly clenches and his palms ball into fists. He can't believe this happened, especially to her. His gaze drops, and he begins to fill with guilt. "I'm so sorry you got hurt."
Suddenly, he feels the warmth and soft touch of her hand on his, causing the tension in his palms to release right away.
"It's not your fault, H. And I'm okay."
He looks up to her again, being met with the gaze he tries hard not to get lost in, but fails every time he's close enough to see it.
"I just…" He sighs and shakes his head, not entirely sure what he wants to express, and worried it could be more than he should. "I just want to… know that you're alright."
"That's sweet." She utters, a tenderness in her tone. He smiles at the irony of her attempt to calm him, when it should be the other way around. "I am. I am alright."
A squeeze of YN's hand grabs his gaze once again, and he just sits in silence as he, once again, gets lost in her eyes.
His hand unintentionally reaches up, gently resting under her chin as he turns her head to view her wound, sighing once more at the sight of it. His thumb reaches up, gliding over her skin, right under the cut, and a tingle rushes over him.
A strong exhale leaves her mouth and he turns her head back to him, his eyes tracing the lines of her lips. He looks back to her gaze, his breath hitching at her beauty, and his body acts on his feelings as he leans in, gently pressing his lips against her own.
She lets out a small sigh, which snaps him back to reality, and he pulls back.
"Shit. I'm… fuck, I'm sorry." His hand drops and he scoots his body further away from her, feeling every ounce of embarrassment possible. He didn't want to make the first move, if there was even one to be made. What if she didn't want it? What if she hated it? "Fuck."
"Please, don't…" She clears her throat, a sudden timidness in her tone. "Please don't be sorry."
Harry's heart begins to race, and he glances up to see her smile. However, a knock on the half-closed door causes both their heads to turn that way, and they both sit up straighter.
"I finally found a bandaid." A venue staff member states, handing it to YN and walking out.
She begins to open it up, removing the strips and exposing the sticky sides, then looks around the room for a mirror.
"Here." Harry reaches out, grazing her hand, and regaining her attention. "Let me."
She hands him the bandage, and he scoots closer again, their thighs barely touching, but just enough for his stomach to fill with butterflies.
He gently places the band-aid over her cut, gliding his thumb over the corners to make sure they stay secured. His gaze drops down, and his breath hitches as he sees her gazing up to him through her lashes.
His palm slides down and rests on her cheek, and she tilts her head upwards, their lips hovering in front of each other.
"Thank you." She whispers, her own hand placing itself on top of his.
Harry attempts to swallow down the lump stuck in his throat, but is interrupted by the sudden soft pressure against his lips. He lets out a quiet whimper, and her hand moves around to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her. His mouth begins to move with hers, and the tip of his tongue teases the gap between her lips.
She suddenly pulls away, and a frown forms on his face, until her gaze flickers to the door and he hears the chatter in the hallway that must have caused her to stop.
He pushes back, only out of caution and respect for both of their privacy, and grins when he sees her blush.
"You know, I've had recent experience with eye injuries."
"Right. You have." She giggles.
"If you want… you don't have to… but if you want to, you… you could come to my suite." He clears his throat. "To hang out. And I can keep an eye on that injury for you."
"No pun intended." She laughs, and his grin, surprisingly, grows wider. She's still so bright, and he's already down bad.
"I…" She begins, another blush instantly taking over her delicate skin. "I wouldn't mind seeing you looking at me a little more tonight."
"Oh my god." He breaths out, swiftly throwing his palms over his face.
He feels her fingers wrap around his wrist and removes his hands to find her standing in front of him. She tugs on his arm, and he lifts himself off the chair.
"Then maybe I'll get the chance to do the same." She states, biting her lower lip before letting him go and moving around the room to grab her stuff.
Yeah. He's definitely down bad, and despite her being injured, this just may end up being the best show by far.
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DATE: SEPTEMBER 9, 2023
summary: you can’t stop thinking about your first orgasm, so you try to relieve yourself of the ache. when you’re left unsatisfied, you reach out to harry for some guided practice.
words: 6.6k
requested: a bunch!
warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [masturbation, dry humping (?), thigh riding/rubbing], praise kink, dirty talk), language, and two horny best friends
note: this is a new series i plan on writing (but i don’t know if i want it to have a plot or just blurbs)!! i literally have so many requests (what’s new…), but i have a lot of motivation to write this right now, plus i’ve gotten a lot of requests for it as well. i hope you guys don’t mind the delay of my other writings… x PART THREE
bestfriendrry x inexperienced!reader
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It’s been a week since you last saw Harry.
Yeah, you’ve texted here and there. Maybe if you saw some funny video that you just had to tag him in or vice versa you would, but you haven’t actually seen him. Not physically. You think if you did, you might just die.
The second that you rose up from his bathroom floor after having your first orgasm ever (and mind you, it was mind-blowing), you stiffly cuddled up with him on the couch to watch the movie he picked out. If he seemed confused by your quietness or hardened body, he didn’t say it. Your head on his chest would vibrate every time he laughed at something funny, but it was hard for you to voice some of your own giggles out. You couldn’t focus on anything other than his body pressed against yours, so similarly yet so differently to how it was merely hours before.
From your position, you were able to feel his heart beating, organ pumping blood and keeping him alive. Stable. And that’s all you felt from him; his stableness and calmness. Your heart was thrashing around anxiously in your rising chest while he was just calm. His lively beat was as calm as the ocean waves, so relaxing that you drifted off to sleep before the movie had ended.
In a deep, much-needed slumber, Harry could feel your body loosen up. He didn’t want to say anything, but he could feel your tenseness. That was the opposite of what he wanted to happen. Orgasms were supposed to make a person relaxed and stress-free, but your body felt nothing like that. He could practically hear all your anxious gears overthinking in your little head. He wanted to pry every thought out and reassure you that whatever you’re thinking is fine and that he’s there for you. But he knew he had coaxed enough out of you when you spilled out your biggest secret to him, earning yourself your first orgasm in the process.
So, Harry never brought it up. Not through the funny parts of the movie, the romantic scenes, or even the ads. He just let the air between you guys grow incredibly thick with your silence, but pretended like he could see through the fog. He remained as nonchalant as possible–it was his forte after all. After you fell asleep, Harry let the movie ride out. He tried to pay attention the whole time instead of pondering what you might be thinking, but he didn’t do too well. If someone were to quiz him on the film, he would fail horribly.
Harry shuts the television off and cradles you up into his arms. Your head lumped onto his shoulder like dead weight before you snuggled up right into his neck. Harry had carried you many times before, and even more times while you’re asleep like that, but the way his skin was getting all warm and melty was something he’d never experienced with you. Your nose was right up against his pulse and it made him feel sensitive and vulnerable, but also so warm and alive. It was really hard for him to stay calm.
When he reached his bedroom, he gently unwrapped you from his body and laid you on his bed. He watched in awe as you immediately curled into a ball like a fetus, trying to hold on to something for comfort. After a few minutes, Harry joined you in his bed and threw your hands around him. Your subconscious didn’t hesitate to scoot closer and bathe in his body heat, snuggling into your favorite pillow; his chest.
It was really hard to stay calm.
You both woke up and went on your way for that day as if nothing happened. You had an afternoon lecture that you had to catch and Harry had to go to work. It was alright. Everything was fine. Everything was normal. Right?
But you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry.
Normally, that would never have been a problem. He’s your best friend, so of course you think about him all the time! Sometimes, you’ll see a sign or a poster on the news board when walking to class that reminds you of one of your guys’ inside jokes that you just have to send to him. If he sees something too, he’ll send it your way. You both find it fun and endearing at the same time because that’s what best friends do; so alike and attuned that they’re always on the same wavelength of thinking. It was normal. But the way you’re obsessively thinking about Harry isn’t normal. You couldn’t even convince yourself that it was and that’s saying something.
Your mind kept drifting off to the way everything played out last week. Even when you were in class on Friday afternoon (one week later) you just couldn’t help thinking of the cold bathroom floor and the fiery body pressed against you. It was so contrasting–it was so wrong. The angel and the devil on your shoulders were bickering more than ever, and you didn’t have a clue whose side you were on.
Harry’s assertive voice echoed in your head, almost as if you were trying to remember it. You had never heard him talk the way he was talking to you last Thursday. It was deep, sultry, and demanding—something you never would have known you liked. You’re not even sure if you actually liked that or if you just liked when Harry did it. Well, you don’t really have anything to base your sexual likings on yet…
When his hands delicately touched and teased you, down your stomach, down your thighs, you felt it. You felt it for days after. His touch lingered like a ghost on your skin, etching a tattoo of himself on you forever. It was blinding and fogging your vision so much, you couldn’t even focus in class. The second that your Friday class was over, you shot straight home. You didn’t look at your phone as you hurriedly discarded your shoes and jacket and stumbled into your bedroom.
You plopped yourself on your mattress with a familiar goal in mind that you were never able to achieve before; you were going to masturbate. Now that you could do it, you were going to relieve yourself of this… stress.
It only took a few seconds before your clothes were completely off and your head was planted against the headboard. You widened your legs and watched your lips slowly pry themselves open with the stretch. You swallowed, small anxiety bubbling in your throat. But you knew what you were doing now. You knew how to do it right because Harry showed you.
Oh fuck. You should not be thinking about Harry right now.
A small amount of wetness coated your labia. It was inevitable–the second his name popped into your head, your mind began to not only recall but wander. You remembered his gravelly voice in your ear, guiding you, showing you, teasing you, praising you. You remembered the ghost of his touch that you attempted to replicate with your own, but it wasn’t the same. And of course, you remembered his bulge that was harshly pressing into your lower back, pleading to be helped. You remembered everything a little too vividly, but it made you so wet thinking about it, and it made it so easy to rub the little button that Harry showed you.
Your clit was puffy, swollen, and needy just like you. Your middle finger circled over it with desperation, snatching some of your wetness to make it sloppier. Your breath started to become unsteady as your eyes trained on your pussy, now soaking with your arousal.
This is when your mind begins to wander. You start imagining things that you haven’t done with Harry yet, but were so intrigued by. You imagined getting on your knees for him and taking him in your mouth, so you could finally relieve his bulky ache. He would encourage you, caress you, and call you a “good girl” in his thick, leather-like voice. The thought of satisfying him until he’s groaning above you has you spreading your legs wider and spinning your finger around your clit faster.
Just like Harry did, you snake your hand up to one of your peaked nipples. You found it was difficult to rub yourself while also tweaking your pebbled buds. It was definitely something you needed to gain muscle memory on, especially if you planned on doing this when you got stressed. Which was often.
You didn’t know how often you would get wet though. You hoped it wasn’t too frequently because like right now, you weren’t completely fulfilled. If you had to do this every other day, you would probably be even more upset if you weren’t satisfied each time. You felt that chase-like desire bubbling up inside of you, like with Harry, but it wasn’t nearly as blissful. Maybe the first one is always better than the rest and with each one you’ll just be a little more disappointed as time goes on. But as a shrieked moan leaves your mouth when you orgasm, a small voice in the back of your head is telling you the real reason you’re not satisfied.
Harry isn’t here.
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On Saturday morning, after sleeping like shit under your shoe, you asked Harry if you could come over. Usually, you would have more self-control, but there was something about an orgasm that strangled and stole any self-preservation you had.
When you woke up, you went straight to the bathroom just to find out you were wet. Again. The word really? spilled from your lips before you could stop it. You assumed that you had some type of dirty dream, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was about Harry. But you’re glad you didn’t remember it. You were hurriedly wiping up your mess and tossing your shorts in your laundry bin. In some type of rush, you took a speedy shower like it was a competition.
Then you stared at your phone, wondering if you should do it. Should you text Harry? You’ve never thought about it this much ever, but one message could mean everything if he looked at it right. What if he thought you were obsessed with him?
No, don’t think that.
Texting your best friend is normal. Asking your best friend for sexual help was normal too. Right…?
Y/N: hey, what are you doing today?
You felt a little nervous. Not because you were texting Harry but because of what your intentions were. What if he felt like you were just using him? Your heart spiked when you saw the three small bubbles.
Harry: I just got off work
Harry: Want to come over?
He knew you too well.
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The second he texted you he was home, you went towards his place. With every red light you hit, you bubbled with anticipation, drumming your fingertips on the steering wheel. Your anxiousness turned into a ball of excitement when you were actually in front of his door.
He opened it with a charming smile, one that you recognized all too well. You welcomed yourself inside and tried to seem as normal as possible. But you couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Your mind kept wandering back to that feeling in your lower stomach.
“So… how was work?” You asked, creating some small talk as you plopped yourself on his couch. The very couch where everything started.
That was not helping.
Harry gave you a look, one with squinted eyes and a half chuckle. “Fine? What’s up?”
“What’s down?” You cringed as the words came out, your nervousness shining through.
“Why are you acting so weird? Are you okay, Doll?” Your stomach simmered at the nickname, differently than ever before. You had a feeling that name was never going to be the same for you again. You sighed, squeezing your legs together as Harry dropped himself next to you. His close proximity was nearly killing you. Not only did he radiate warmth but he smelt good—like he just showered in a tropical forest.
What is wrong with him?
“I’m not fine,” You admitted as your head fell in your hands. Harry grew concerned with scrunched eyebrows, throwing an arm around the back of the couch and waited for you to continue. When you didn’t, he asked.
“Well, d’you want to tell me what’s wrong or just sit ‘ere and complain? C’mon, Doll.”
You groaned, crossing your legs. The throbbing between them was so prominent, it was like a second heartbeat. Your hands balled into fists on your side, nails digging into your palms. Harry watched all your movements that you tried to withstrain.
“You can’t call me that anymore.”
“Woah, what?” Harry’s eyebrows jumped, extremely puzzled and surprised by your attitude. You’ve never had a problem with the name for the years he’s been saying it, so what changed?
“It’s—it’s killing me, H! Everything you’re doing is… just killing me and I don’t know why. I think I might explode. Is this what dying feels like?” You admitted, throwing your hands over your eyes again as a way to hide in embarrassment. Harry feels himself relax a bit, he even chuckles in the air you thought was thick with tension. When you hear his laugh, you look at him like he’s crazy. “This isn’t funny!”
“Oh but it is.” It was evident that Harry knew you weren’t actually upset with him. You were just innocently turned on so much that you were frustrated. And Harry so happened to be the only one to know your little secret. So why wouldn’t you come to him?
“No, you ruined me. Am I going to be… like this forever?”
“What, you mean horny? Probably.”
“Ugh, I hate you.”
“Then why are you here?” he smirks, patiently waiting for you to confess. You huffed under your breath while your eyes stared at your legs, thighs squeezing together at his cockiness. You were so annoyed at his control, but your body for some reason got off on it. You needed whatever he had because clearly only he could give it to you. “Look at me.”
You craned your neck up faster than you would have liked to admit, glaring at his darkening green eyes. A heat swirled not only in the pits of your stomach but in the air around you both, suffocating you with its tension. After gazing at your appearance for longer than necessary, his smirk deepens, which you didn’t even know was possible.
“I have a feeling…” he starts as his hand slowly creeps towards your neck from the back of the couch. “That you’re unsatisfied.”
“Yes,” You grumbled.
“Did you try to relieve your ache? Or did you just let it build up? Either way, you found yourself here.”
Your skin ran hot. Fiery hot. His hand brushed over your neck and he could definitely feel the scorching flames of your skin. Your heart was racing trying to keep up with your body’s excitement, making your eyes blown out and wide.
“I… tried to relieve it.”
“Did you do it the way I taught you?”
“…yes.”
“Did you feel satisfied?” You took a pause before responding, but Harry knew the answer.
“No,” You were honest, just like before. A part of you felt ashamed again, too. Maybe you didn’t do it right and you were just a lost cause. Instead of looking sad at your predicament like last time, Harry smirked. That fucking smirk. It meant he knew something you didn’t and that frustrated you more.
“So I was right. You just need a little help s’all,” his thick hand gently squeezed your neck, causing you to hum and close your eyes. He loved how responsive and sensitive you were, it lit a fire in him. “So how’d you do it, hm?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, walk me through it. What made you want to masturbate in the first place?”
Your eyes shot open and looked as far away from him as possible. Your body clearly stiffened and got anxious from the question. You felt your hips squirm in their tight position on the couch, begging to move. Your little button was throbbing, so much it was becoming painful.
“Don’t lie. I can’t help you then,” Harry was being taunting and condescending. A tingle sparked within you, urging you to be truthful. You hoped he would help you like before because like you said, it was getting painful and you were getting desperate.
“I-I kept thinking about last week.”
“What part?”
“Um, the whole thing,” You bit your lip, twiddling your fingers.
“Be specific.”
“Harry…” You practically whined, covering your face for the third time in embarrassment. “Can you just… make it go away please? It obviously didn’t work when I did it.”
“‘Course I will, just walk me through what happened first.”
“Fine,” You took a deep breath and put your head up. You positioned your body to face him, trying to speak with confidence. “I got distracted in class and was thinking about…you know…and then I went home. I was so stressed that I just decided to do it, but I couldn’t do it unless…”
“Unless what, Doll?”
That fucking name.
You don’t know if it was from his deep voice. Or from his demanding tone. Or his hand squeezing at the pulse point of your neck, but you whimpered. The smallest and most delicate sound that couldn’t have even been recognized by a high-definition microphone. But Harry heard it, and it made him go absolutely berserk.
“Unless I thought of you.”
“Fuck, Y/N. I’ve corrupted you, huh?” he squeezes your neck again reassuringly as you mewl in his grasp, a little less ashamed than before. “Well, you came all this way…”
“Please, Harry,” You delicately begged, trying not to sound as desperate as you were. Because, fuck, were you desperate. With every simple, warm caress of his hand on your neck you thought you were going to suffocate from holding your breath.
“Take off your shorts.” It was an easy command to follow. Harry’s assertive tone sent chills down your spine and a fiery tingle in the pit of your stomach. The same type of tingle you felt whenever you thought about the bathroom incident. But you were never able to dull the flame alone.
Maybe you weren’t supposed to.
Without another word, Harry’s hand snakes down to your waist joined by his other one as he lifts you up and onto his lap. Your lungs deflate, releasing a shaky breath full of your anticipation. Your legs were on either side of his, spreading you open just enough to feel yourself leak into your panties. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you wait for him to tell you what to do.
“Show me what y’got,” his reassuring hand slips from your waist and rests on the arm of the couch. Your expression falls in disappointment.
“What? I thought you were helping me!”
“This is helping you. I have to see what y’did wrong so I can help you fix it. There’s a method to my madness, love.”
“Yeah, yeah,” You rolled your eyes. He’s said that line growing up too many times to count. You used to tell him to shut up every time, but now you’re just immune to his cheekiness. The context was very different now, and that line may never be the same.
“Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me. Do y’want my help or not?”
“Okay, okay!” You assured, your cunt still throbbing against the cotton of your underwear. You swallowed once the playfulness died down, silence surrounding you both. The only thing left was for you to start, which you found extremely embarrassing. “So I just…”
“Do exactly what you did. Walk me through it.”
You took a deep breath before discarding your shirt. You tried not to think about how Harry was looking directly at your body now without the reflection of a mirror. He didn’t hide the way his gaze lingered on specific parts, almost as if he was memorizing each little detail. If you weren’t so hyper focused on remembering what you did and what he told you, you would find it somewhat endearing (and embarrassing).
With trembling hands, you threw off your shirt to tweak at your peaked nipples, just like you had done yesterday. They felt raw and sore between your fingertips. With each twist came a small aftershock of pain, but you only continued to roll the bud. You kind of liked how it hurt a little…
While one hand focused on your breasts, the other began to slide down between your legs. After passing your torso, your fingers slipped underneath the band of your underwear. The pads make contact with your aching clit, just like before, but it was different. When you did it alone, it felt stressful and rushed. But right now, it feels more electrifying and dizzying than before.
Maybe it was because Harry was here and that he was watching you like a hawk. His mere presence was alluring and intensified every touch. His eyes were trained on your every movement, analyzing and critiquing you with those thorn-like pupils. You wanted to know what he was thinking, but you were starting to get too caught up in your own pleasure to care.
“Oh, f-fuck,” You sighed and rocked your hips subconsciously over Harry’s thighs. He sharply inhales, but you don’t register the sound because you’re too busy making your own. You didn’t notice Harry’s growing bulge, merely a few inches away from your dripping cunt.
Your eyelids start to tighten, screwing shut as your thighs quiver. That familiar rush was approaching you fast, and just when you thought it couldn’t come any faster, Harry finally does something. He speaks.
“Almost there already? You are desperate, aren’t you, Doll?” Harry’s tone could pass as pitiful or even taunting as his hand creeps towards your pivoting waist. But the raspy deepness of it is what sends you over the edge. Your fingers squeeze your nipple while your fingers circle your pulsating clit. All of your movements stop as your body overloads, coming down from the much-needed orgasm. Your hand slaps onto his broad shoulder for support as you quietly chant his name with a squirm of your hips. “All the way. There y’go, angel.”
With some labored breathing, you finally peel your eyes open to a smirking Harry. Your skin flushed in sudden embarrassment, realizing your position. You immediately think to move off of him, especially after just coming in your panties, but his hand on your hip keeps a firm grip.
“We’re not done yet. You haven’t even heard my thoughts.”
“…What are your thoughts?” You were a little intimated, which is something you never thought you’d be by your best friend.
You had some thoughts and feelings of your own. Yes, this orgasm was better than the one you did alone. But it was nowhere near as satisfying as the one Harry did for you. Why was that? It internally frustrated you that Harry was so good at what he did, but a small—smidge little speck—of you was proud that your best friend was good in bed. Well, you don’t know about all aspects, but you could assume.
You should not be thinking about that!
And maybe another tiny part of you was glad to be one of the people experiencing his euphoria.
“I thought it was pretty good. Pretty good for your what? Third time? Well, second by yourself. Could use some work,” Harry tried to be as nonchalant as possible. His cock was raging in his shorts, just begging to be let out for some relief. He’s not going to lie and say he hasn’t thought about his best friend in a sexual way since their sexual intercounter because he totally has.
What he hasn’t done is jerk off to you. He refuses to stoop that low because in a way, that made him feel dirty, like he was using you somehow. When he came home from work the day after everything, he had to call up one of the numbers in his phone to help settle his little problem. Okay, yes, that might seem hypocritical, but he doesn’t care about jerking off to random people or using his friendly benefits to get off quickly. That’s exactly what they were for. You, on the other hand, were not for that purpose. You are his best friend who just needs a little… guidance in the sexual field. And luckily, Harry has a lot of experience that he is (for some reason) very willing to share.
You were just about to roll your eyes when Harry’s grip tightened even more as a warning. He just knew you too well.
“I want to try something. Willin’ to try something new?” You felt the pacing of your already quick heart accelerate. Your eyes were wide and full of wonder, innocence draped over you like a bedsheet.
“Yeah. That’s the point of this, right?” Your voice sounded a little hesitant, similar to the way Harry blinked. You swallowed your anxiousness down as Harry nodded.
His hands guide your hips over onto his lap. You instantly get flashbacks from last week, his warm hands stilling your hips and rubbing gentle circles on your burning skin. But this time, he adjusts you so you’re sitting on one of his thighs. Your panties were directly on his athletic shorts and it was comfortable, but you had an urge to be closer. You needed skin to skin contact.
Was that too much? Too far?
“Actually,” As if he could read your mind, “I’m going to pull these up, okay?”
With a nod, he tugs his shorts up, revealing his large tiger tattoo. You nearly forgot he had it. As your eyes fixate on the impressive ink, you find yourself becoming a little dizzy with lust. Not only was the tattoo cool but the placement almost had you fainting. You watched his thigh muscles contract when he shifted his hips, the tiger pulsing and looking like a great seat.
Harry was going to—no did—ruin you…
Next, he pulled you forward, nearly causing you to collapse on him. Now, your covered center is directly on his bare thigh, lightly pressing against his thickness.
“Y’real warm, Doll,” Harry observes, hands subconsciously slotting their way onto that soft spot of your hips. You felt as though they belonged there now. Your skin blushed, heat bubbling inside of you at his comment. You couldn’t help but feel shy with his eyes gazing at your every move. Legs wanting to close, you force yourself to keep them open around his waist. Just like he taught you.
“What do I do now?” You didn't really know what to do with your hands and it was evident. Harry saw this, however, and threw your lonesome hands over his shoulders. His action caused you to lean closer towards him, faces merely a few inches apart. You swallowed, but your throat was dry, and your heart was running a mile in record time. You could feel every breath fall onto your face because you were in such close proximity. You wanted to kiss him badly. It was strange because you’ve never felt such a pull towards him.
“I want you to use me.”
“What?” You blinked.
“Use me. Move your hips on m’thigh until it feels really good.”
“I…I don’t know how,” You admitted, fingers trembling within each other behind his neck. A soft, reassuring smile rests upon his lips, and before he even said anything, you already felt a little better.
“Just move first and I’ll help you as you go. Do you remember what to say if you want to stop?” he asked with gentleness as his hand curled on your hip, kneading it with care. You nodded, but that wasn’t enough. He pinned you with a knowing look.
“Stop is red, yellow is slow down, and green is good.”
“You remembered. Good girl,” The two simple words made you flutter inside and out. But they also motivated you to strive and really be a good girl for him.
You released your interlocked fingers from behind his neck and bared his shoulders. You took a deep, quivering breath before beginning to move over his thigh. It was an awkward motion; circling your panties along his naked thigh while he just took it. At first, it didn’t feel all too pleasurable. The idea of it all seemed great, but you just couldn’t get into it. A small part of you was saddened because Harry had seemed excited.
Had you let him down?
But just before you stopped to complain and whine about it, Harry’s grip on your hip tightened and pulled you forward. Your heart jumped at the action, feeling immense intensity in the proximity. With the slight lean forward, your clit was pressing directly on his thigh creating a perfect friction from your cotton panties.
“O-Oh,” You breathily moaned, finally feeling that strike of pleasure you’ve been waiting for. As your eyes begin to close, Harry never seems to remove his from you, analyzing every speck of your body like you’ll perish any second. His hand remains rigid and still on your hip, forcing you forward so your clit is constantly stimulated.
“Yeah? That feel better?” he asks in that familiar, deep husk that rumbles through your body.
“Yes, H,” Your head leaned on his shoulder, thighs beginning to burn with fatigue. It’s barely been a few minutes yet you were already feeling your leg muscles giving out.
“C’mon, Doll. Don’t give up now.”
“I’m trying,” You whined, picking your head up and pouting at him with a small pant. He stares at your puckered lip and dares to kiss it. Would it be crossing a boundary? All he wants to do is suck on all your words until you have none left and leave a few marks in the process. Is that so hard to want?
“Try harder.”
Harry thrusts his thigh up into you, causing you to gasp in bliss. It was an overwhelming and shocking feeling; a single, hefty dose of pressure right into your clit and cunt. Harry could feel your prominent heat burning through your underwear and searing through his skin. He wanted to rid you of your clothes and ravage you, but you weren’t there yet. He doesn’t know if you’ll ever get there with him, but recently, he’s been dying to get there. The thought has never even wandered his mind before, but now that it is, he can’t seem to get it out. It’s as if you’re trapped in his mind and sex is the only key.
That sounds a lot worse than he thought.
“Oh my God,” Your whimpers flow straight into his ears, playing mind games with him. His cock has been puffing up in his shorts, but he’s not even trying to hide it anymore. There’s no way you’re oblivious to the things you do to him—at least physically.
Harry continues to ram his thigh up, encouraging you to move around. When he feels your body seriously about to give up, he holds you still and forces you to stop.
“Color?”
“Green, but I’m tired.”
“Do y’want to stop?”
“No, Harry, please, just—I really need you to do something. Anything. I’m close,” Your desperate pleads are impossible to reject. With your doe eyes and pouty lip, he doesn’t even hesitate to make all your pain go away.
“Need it that bad?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, Doll. Just stay still,” You obey him with a grateful nod as his thigh begins to rock up into you again. It was so much more euphoric this way—having him move while you just feel. Maybe it was a little selfish, but wasn’t that one of the perks of him teaching you? You just got to feel and learn your body.
You hadn’t thought about that part a lot. This entire ordeal was you learning more about yourself. For years you have deprived yourself and avoided all sexual activity for no other reason than fear. Fear of judgment, fear of awkwardness, fear of trust, fear of vulnerability—sex was a huge thing for you. Now, you’re doing things you never could have imagined yourself doing, and you’re doing them with the last person you’d expect; your best friend. But in the strangest and most bizarre way, you couldn’t see your firsts being held by anyone other than Harry. Would you tell him that? Probably not. That might be taken a different way than you mean, and then drama would ensue and that’s not at all what you want.
But what did you mean by it?
“Are y’close? I can feel you clenching on me,” his voice rasps near your ear, sending a shudder throughout your body. You hum a high-pitched sound, seemingly pleasing him. “‘About to come in y’panties? Never thought you’d do that, huh?”
“Mhm,” You hummed again, this time biting your lip as your stomach churned in pleasure. “Touch me, God, please.”
“Are you saying I’m God? ‘Cause that is a great compliment—”
“You’re such an—” he places his lips on your neck, suckling on the spongy part under your ear. You shiver, shutting up immediately. Every word and thought has left you completely, fizzling into the nonexistent. You don’t know if he put his lips on your neck like this last time, but it made you putty on top of him. “Why does that f-feel so good? Please, Harry, I’m right there.”
“‘Cause I’m doing it. Little baby just needed help s’all. That’s right, huh? Say it. Say you needed my help, baby.” Why his words make you feel the way you feel will forever be an unsolved phenomenon to you. There’s a juxtaposition between pain and pleasure and degradation and praise. When he puts you down, he makes sure to pick you right up again, and it might seem toxic, but it was just Harry, and you knew deep down it was all an act. And you liked that.
“I-I needed you, Harry,” A whine fell from your lips, tearing through your throat.
You liked that none of it was deeply serious and you could be what you wanted without the fear of judgment, fear of awkwardness, fear of trust, fear of vulnerability—everything you needed for comfort was there. It was here with Harry. It might all be some type of act, but it felt real. Realer than any other relationship you’ve had.
“C’mon me, Doll.”
You felt his warm hand travel from one hip to your torso. Just the mere feeling of his presence getting lower towards your center sent you over the edge. It was quite embarrassing how his simple touch was all you needed to be folded and whipped, but you couldn’t help it. You were so sensitive as a beginner and, on top of it all, so needy and greedy for it. Harry adored that though.
Your orgasm soaked through your cotton panties, while some of the residue landed on Harry’s thigh. An ever-growing smirk was plastered on his face as your heated face finally reentered reality. You quietly gasped when your awareness finally slipped through the orgasmic fog, realizing the mess you made.
“Look at tha’, Doll. Was that better for you? More satisfying?”
“Yes. Thank you, Harry,” You answered wearily, suddenly being slapped with post-orgasm fatigue. The lingering burn in your muscles told you that you were going to be sore tomorrow, but you were too blissed-out to care.
“Don’t be so formal. S’weird,” You rolled your eyes at him. Again, he’s great at ruining a sweet moment. Sexual Harry versus friend Harry were two different people, but you appreciated both. It was just the sharp switches he makes between transitions that makes your head spin with confusion. Harry, your friend, was loud and cocky with a mixture of kindness. Harry, your sexual teacher, was demanding and precise with a mixture of softness. Both comforted you in a way that you hoped you would find in a partner one day; he was the perfect example.
Recognizing him this way really put things in perspective for you–Harry really was teaching what you wanted. And like he said before, maybe you didn’t need to worry about a husband right now. You should be focusing on what you want and that might take some experimenting. Training with Harry was preparing you for that experiment phase. That’s exactly it.
When you take a breath, you’re reminded of how compressed you are to him. You’re comfortable and cozy when you’re this close, and it just felt right. You don’t remember if you’ve always felt like this, but it would make sense if you have. He’s your best friend, of course.
But of course, the moment ends way too soon, and Harry is lifting you off of his lap. He places you beside him on the couch before standing up.
“I’ll go start you a bath and get you some clothes,” Harry leaves for the bathroom, the opposite of last time. Based on the last two times, to you it seems like he leaves too quickly. You never get to fully absorb the aftermath and internalize its meaning. But maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe Harry knows that if he allowed you the time, you would overthink until you self-destructed and eventually never speak to him again.
You don’t think you could ever do that.
So, like anything you’ve ever done, you’re left alone to analyze the situation. You were aided when you were desperate and Harry was able to mend that ache. But what did that do for him? What was Harry getting out of this arrangement? Was it even an arrangement or just best friends who occasionally do sexual things? Was he doing all of this for you just because he wanted to show you the ropes?
You’re still well-aware of your lack of reciprocation. Out of the two times he’s helped you out, you haven’t been returning the favor. There is this unspoken understanding that everything is about you and that Harry wouldn’t involve himself because what would that teach you? Without him saying anything, you know that Harry doesn’t want you to think that he’s using you for his own pleasure. But at this point in your friendship, you know he wouldn’t do such a thing. Besides, if he needed to have sex that critically, he could just call someone, right? It’s easy to “get some” when you’ve already had it.
Your point being, why haven’t you offered to return the favor? If you did, maybe Harry could give you some pointers and tell you what to do, just like all of the other times. Not only would you know what feels right and pleasurable, but you’d know how to make your partner feel just as positive. Plus, he would be getting pleasure out of it, too. That sounds like a win-win in your book, and probably in Harry’s. But would that be crossing the unspoken boundaries of your friendship? You’ve already traversed through enough together, but how far was too far? Was he basing the limits off of you?
If so, he won’t mind one more session, right?
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thank you all so much for being patient with me 🩷 i hope this suffices you! part 3
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just an idea, but what about the fact that harry has fine line on the setlist… 👀
just remember it’s all your decision and what your up for writing
Xx
fine line kisses
you made me cry writing this cause i had fine line playing in the background too🥹
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pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader
You were stood to the side of the stage when it happened.
Harry was on stage and about to finish his last song before the encore and you were ready to greet him with a loving kiss for all his hard work so far.
Just as you watched him finish up Watermelon Sugar, he walks to the side of the stage opposite to you and you wonder whether he's forgotten which side of the stage to come off from. However when you see him pick up his galaxy and cat painted guitar you begin to wonder what he is up to.
Harry walks over to the microphone as the crowd softens their deafening cheers to see what he has to say next.
"How are we doing Denmark?" He asks again, always checking in on his fans to make sure they're all still alright.
The crowd screams and settles down as Harry strums one random chord on his guitar, probably to check that it is working.
"This next song wasn't planned until about an hour ago. It's one that means a lot to me and I am aware it means a lot to all of you too." He pauses to let the screams deafen the stadium, as people begin to guess what song is going to be played next. "Tonight, though, I am playing this song for my girlfriend. This is Fine Line."
The familiar strum of chords sounds through the stadium and you have to keep yourself from letting your legs collapse beneath you.
Your eyes water at the mere first few strums of the guitar and your gaze doesn't falter from your boyfriend on stage.
This was not real.
It was hard to comprehend that he was finally playing Fine Line at a show that you were in attendance of. You always go on about it being his best song and how it means so much to you, but you never thought he would so openly declare that.
The fans would thank you later.
Throughout the whole song you sway your body gently and cup your hands together over your mouth. The tears don't stop falling as you quietly sing along with him. In a stadium full of thousands it just feels like you and him in this moment.
The crowd looks beautiful with their flashlights on and the lights in the stadium are dimmed to pink. The ambience is unforgettable.
Harry's vocals are something magical to behold too. He has never pushed himself to sing notes he finds difficult, just in case his voice breaks or gets hurts, but tonight he pushes all those boundaries. He sings in a higher key for the second verse and the crowd cheer because of it. You nod your head silently as you watch him present the best performance of his career.
With the horns too, the music is something else.
By the end of the song where it is just the instrumental you are fully crying and your body is shaking as you sob. The makeup that you had put on is no, no doubt, smudged all over your face.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." Harry repeats as he holds his hand of his heart and air-kisses all of his fans.
And before you know it, he is running off backstage to the wing that you're stood in.
You walk backwards as he runs towards you and the rest of his team. They all clap and cheer for him, just as the audience is. He only had three minutes before he has to go back onstage for the encore.
When he catches sight of you he can't help but frown. He walks over to you with his arms open wide. You, however, walk back away from him.
"No. Don't even..." You shake your head, still crying.
If he touches you now, you may never stop crying because of how much love you have for him. It'll all come to fruition with one hug.
"Baby, don't be silly. You need a hug." He chuckles as you still won't let him near you.
"No. You have ruined me. Look at me!" Your tone of voice shows Harry that you are only joking, but he still wants to be near you just in case a small part of you is genuinely sad.
"You look beautiful."
"I am a mess, no thanks to you." You let out a strained groan as you try to compose yourself.
"Was my performance that bad?" He teases, standing in front of you but no longer trying to touch you. He didn't want to overwhelm you.
"Fuck off." You give him a sarcastic glare. "You know it was good. Better than good, actually. And I'm... fuck... I'm really p-proud of you a-and I love you." You begin to cry again.
"Y/N, baby..." He says quietly.
"Ugh you're so annoying. Why am I crying?" You laugh in joke.
Harry laughs too, dimples out from smiling so hard. He never thought that his music could impact someone this much, but it makes him feel alive to see someone react so emotionally to his music.
"You're allowed to cry, babe, it's fine. You're alright."
"Don't even go saying things like that right now. It's too soon." You point a glare at him as you breathe to cool down.
"Okay, take some deep breathes with me. In, one, two, three and out, one, two three.." Harry repeats with you, stepping a little closer to you each time.
By the seventh count he has managed to wrap his arms around you, one around your waist to pull you infinitely close, and the other to cup around your head protectively as you rest it on his chest. You've stopped crying and he can tell your sadness is dissipating with every second he holds you.
"I love you so much." He says against your head, kissing the crown of your head a couple of times. He feels your arms squeeze around his waist in response.
"I love you too." Your response is muffled, since you're buried so deep into the softness of his chest.
"Sorry I made you cry." He laughs and you feel his chest moving from his laughter.
“Sorry I’m a blubbering mess.”
"It's okay. You can cry as much as you want, because I'll always be here to give you a hug."
"You'll set me off again if you're not careful." You warn him, before he says anything more smushy.
He laughs a giggle that makes you happy to hear, "Sorry."
"H! Thirty seconds!" Someone shouts to him.
You pull away from him. Harry reaches up to your eyes to wipe underneath any mascara debris. He smiles as he does so, making you smile in return.
"Beautiful." He reminds you.
"I love you." You remind him.
"I love you too." He smiles, "And stay right here, okay? I want to run straight off this stage, after, and proper kiss you. Don't leave me."
"You'll get your post-concert kiss, H." You nod knowingly, because he never misses it.
"It's all I'll be thinking about."
You blow him an air kiss in anticipation of the real one, which he catches and pretends to pocket until he can really get to kiss you.
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Pick me up.
Warnings- alcohol consumption, pet names and that's it really. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary- You and Harry haven't seen each other in a while, you're both head over heels for each other but neither of you will acknowledge it. You give him a call and he picks you up on his way home.
A/N- This is based on the unreleased song 'Pick me up' because its been stuck in my head for absolutely ages. This took me forever to write, I don't know why. I'm British so we use 'realised' instead of 'realized' etc. This piece is absolutely awful in my opinion but, nevertheless. I hope you enjoy :)
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You sighed as you scrolled through your contacts on your phone, desperately trying to find his name. You and Harry hadn’t seen much of each other in the past few weeks. God, it was nearly a month. You were swamped with work and found yourself working late at the office almost every day. Harry was spending all of his time either in the studio, writing, at the gym or resting. He was exhausted from touring and you knew and respected that.
You finally found his name in your contacts, Harry with a little pink flower emoji next to it. You smiled as you remembered the day you had changed his contact name to that. He had brought you some pretty pink tulips and taken you to the studio to play you demos of some songs that he had been working on (which had you smiling about it ear to ear for weeks).
It was a Friday night and you had nothing better to do than lie on your bed and think about the man you so desperately wanted to be with. Your thumb hovered above his name. You contemplated pressing on it for a second until you finally took a deep breath and tapped it. You held the phone to your ear, listening to the first ring. You really weren’t too sure if he was going to pick up or not, you just laid there and hoped for the best. The second ring sounded through your ears, then the third and then the fourth. You were just about to lose hope until halfway through the fifth ring, you heard his voice.
“Hi sweetheart.” A smile graced your lips as a picture of him with his phone to his ear, leaning against the wall with a small smirk on his face popped into your thoughts.
“Hi Harry. I’m sorry I haven’t called much recently. I’ve been rushed off my feet.” The feeling of guilt washed over your body.
“Don’t apologise. I'm always working, it’s a problem but I stopped as soon as I saw your name pop up on my phone.” Harry let out a breathy chuckle. “I wasn’t expecting a call but, uh, what are you doing right now?” He asked.
“In all honesty, I’m doing absolutely nothing. I was calling to see when you were next free. I’ve missed you.” The last party was said sheepishly compared to the rest of the sentence.
“I’ve missed you too, love. But lucky for you, I’ve just wrapped some things up in the studio so I’ll pick you up on the way home. You can stay at mine tonight.” Harry sounded certain on that and who were you to contradict? The last part of the phone call was a rush, you said something along the lines of ‘Okay, thank you. See you soon H.’ and then you both said your goodbyes.
As soon as the line went dead, you jumped out of bed. You practically ran over to your wardrobe and pulled the doors open to find something to quickly throw on and grab some things to throw into your overnight bag. You didn’t have to worry about grabbing a toothbrush because you already kept one at Harry’s house. You settled for a pair of leggings and a grey slogan printed sweatshirt to wear since it was quite chilly outside. It was simple but it made you look cute. Harry had always said that you pulled off anything that you wore.
You waited by the door for a text from Harry to tell you that he was outside. Your nerves had you tapping your foot and running your fingers through your hair. Why were you nervous? It wasn’t as if this was your first time going to Harry’s House. Your phone vibrated in your hand and his name lit up your phone screen. The text read ‘I’m outside. Ready when you are x’. You took one deep breath and walked outside. You saw his car and he turned his head to look at you. He smiled. You swore that you could faint any time you saw that smile. You locked your door and jogged down the steps in front of your house and towards his car.
After shutting the passenger door and clipping your seat belt in, you felt the air become thicker. You two made small talk and spoke about things that had happened in the time that you hadn’t seen each other. It was then that you realised how seriously busy he had been.
“You didn’t have to come and get me tonight you know. You could’ve told me how busy you were! I know I said I wanted to see you but I could’ve waited for a few days.” You felt awful. You wished he’d told you to wait until he actually had a free day and had at least taken time to give himself some rest. A smirk tugged at his mouth. “It was my choice to come and get you wasn’t it? It's been a while, that's okay though. Let's be honest, you called me and said you missed me. Of course I wanted to see you as soon as possible so I picked you up. Your house is basically on my way home anyway.” At that point, you questioned why you hadn’t made it official yet. You both so clearly wanted each other.
You had both silently decided that you were each others after that night that you met. It had been casual for months since then. Neither of you had been with anyone else. You were basically together, you kept a toothbrush at his house, you would spend every night at one of your houses when you were both free and you would buy each other little gifts here and there but neither of you had actually made it official yet. You seriously wondered why but now wasn’t the time to bring it up.
Before long, you found yourself at the familiar door of Harry’s house. Excitement bubbled in your stomach at knowing that in moments you would finally be embraced by the home-y smell and feeling of his home that made you feel at ease instantly once again.
As you walked in, you took your bag from off of your shoulder and placed it down. Harry walked into his kitchen and leant on the kitchen island, the open plan of his house still allowing him to see you putting your bag down and taking yourself over to him.
You leant on your elbows at the opposite side of the island to him. You looked into his eyes. “Hi.” He said softly, his eyes creasing with a wide smile on his face. That smile. You were thankful that you were leaning on something that would hold your weight because your legs were honestly about to give out. That man made you so weak and he knew it. He just didn’t know to what extent.
You two talked. About what? Literally anything and everything. Once Harry had cracked open a bottle of the red wine that he knew you especially liked, you two couldn’t stop chit-chatting.
You started by reminiscing the times you had been out on little dates and how he had always brought you a bouquet of flowers when he showed up at your door to come and get you. Then the pair of you moved on to talk about all the random things that happened whilst you hadn’t seen each other. And then you let it slip that you’d had multiple fans ask you if you and Harry were a couple when you attended multiple of his shows. He didn’t really ask what you had said in response and had only just given you a smile sweeter than one you had seen all night whilst he let his gaze linger on you for longer than it usually did. From then on, you were too tipsy to recall most of what you had said.
The next thing you remembered was waking up the next morning in Harry’s bed with him. Your limbs were tangled around one another and he had you pulled against him in a tight hug. “Jesus.” you rasped. You saw Harry shift under you and heard him let out a breathy chuckle as you noticed the two nearly empty glasses of wine with the empty bottle of wine stood next to it on the bedside table. “We don’t need any more of that wine any time soon. We need water.” You stated matter-of-factly. When Harry opened his mouth to react, his phone started to vibrate. It wasn’t doing anything to help the great pounding in both of your heads. He frantically scrambled about to find the device whilst groaning at the ache that his entire body felt. “My mother’s calling.” He threw his head back as if he was in realisation of something. “Shit. It's Gemma’s birthday tomorrow and I forgot to pick up the cake that she ordered. I was meant to be there at ten” He swiped to answer Anne’s phone call and let himself fall back against the soft, plush pillows of his bed. You glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was eleven o’clock already.
You raised yourself up slowly as Harry started speaking and decided to clear away the glasses and bottle of wine that the pair of you have left in the bedroom and tidy up any other mess you two had made throughout the night and into the early morning.
As you had finished cleaning the glasses that you had used and put them away, Harry emerged from his room. He looked unreal. You adored the sleepy smile on his face, the way his locks were all tousled and how his shirtless muscles flexed as he stretched his arms. He made his way over to you and started to speak in a sweet and audible mumble “I need to get ready and go m’love.” All he saw was how you looked over to him, poorly hiding the disappointment behind your eyes. He didn’t even need you to speak. He laced his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head. “I know sweetheart. I know. I would rather spend most of the day here with you but I’ve got to go get that cake and then I’ve got a meeting at one and after that I’m going to Mum’s house.” You inhaled deeply and took in his scent. It puzzled you how he always smelt good. “When are you free again?” The sadness of your voice was slightly less prominent than you expected. However, you knew that he was a busy man and you were so grateful that he still made time for you.
He unhooked his arms from you and stepped back so he could see you. “I don’t know, if I’m honest.” He sounded guilty and god, did you hate that. You looked up at him with a smile in an attempt to rid him of his tone. “That's okay. I understand. You’re a busy man H.” He looked down at you and his eyes lit up as if he had had an idea.
“Listen, I’m going to have an insane couple of weeks. I’ve got a load of shit to take care of but after I’ve finished it I’ll take a month off.” You went to protest but he silenced you before words left your mouth by placing both hands on your cheeks. “Don’t try and persuade me otherwise with your little ‘I’d feel awful’ thing. I want to take a month off and I want to spend every single day with you. Hell, I’ll take the rest of my days off if it means being with you” That man would be the death of you, you were sure of it.
You met his eyes and yours lit up to match his. “Are you sure? You know how awful I’d feel and you’ll be swamped with so much shit to get done once you’ve had your time off.” You were so very clearly happy yet you still couldn’t stop yourself from rambling. Harry laughed. He fucking laughed. You stood there, mouth agape. “I was trying to warn you about how busy you’ll be when you get back to work, you dick.” He laughed again as he watched you shake your head and fight a smirk.
“I couldn’t care less about how busy I’ll be when I get back to work. I just want to spend time with you. I wasn’t laughing about you being concerned either, I just couldn’t help myself when you went on a rant. You are not going to convince me that this isn’t a good idea, okay?” You nodded in response with a massive grin like a Cheshire cat.
You stood embracing each other for a few more minutes before you went and got a shower and Harry cleaned up the remains of the mess. The shower was refreshing and eased the pain in your head slightly. You changed into the clothes that you’d packed into your bag last night and made your way into the kitchen again.
Harry had just headed for his shower. You sat yourself on one of the chairs situated around the island and patiently waited for him whilst checking your notifications that you’d missed. You’d had 12 texts from your best friend. Fuck. She definitely thought you were dead and you had some major explaining to do.
Harry emerged from his bedroom in a coral suit with a black button down underneath. Oh, he looked good. “Let me get you home angel.” He smirked before adding “You look good in that outfit y’know.” The blush that spread across your cheeks after was so prominent that you almost felt embarrassed.
You gathered your things with his help and you both made your way to his car. You were almost disheartened to be going home, you craved more time with Harry but you knew that you didn’t have to wait too long until you had a month with him all to yourself. The drive was spent mostly in comfortable silence filled with the radio with the occasional little words between you .
The car came to a halt and you realised that you were home. You looked over to Harry. “Thank you Har, I’ve really missed you.” He beamed at you.“I’ve missed you too, I seriously have. I promise I’ll give you a call tonight.” He leant in to you and closed the gap between your mouths. It was a short peck yet was filled with emotion. You pulled back coyly. “Bye darling.” He beamed, once again. You said goodbye, grabbing your bag and exiting the car. You turned around and gave him a little wave. He returned it with a wink. You couldn’t comprehend how he kept getting more and more attractive to you as you spent more time with him. You unlocked your door as he drove off. When you entered your house, thoughts of him swam around your head.
You were utterly obsessed with him and you really didn’t know what to do about it.
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Day 3 of Kinktober: Shower Sex With Harry Styles
pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader
warning: unprotected sex, shower sex
Y/N’s POV
The water in the shower feels so good! Warm and so nice. I put shampoo in my hair until I hear a faint noise, which got me scared. The door opens, it’s Harry. I flinch he scared the living hell out of me!
“Harry! I thought that you were in America?” I try to cover myself.
“The American tour is over, you know that Y/N/N?”
I totally forgot all about that, I’ve been doing a bunch of work all month, I can’t believe I forgot about it.
“I had so much work all month I forgot Harry.” I confess.
“You’re fine Y/N/N, about that deal we made.” Harry takes his clothes off.
“What deal?” I get nervous.
“Remember the day I left for tour, I can have you wherever I want.” He opens the shower door to get in the shower with me.
“Where do you want to have me at?” I question.
“Here.” I looks into my eyes.
“Here? Why not the bed?”
“Because you look good wet and naked.” He smirks.
I heavily breathe, he starts kissing me, I kiss him back, he picks me up and made me be against the wall, I gasp and wrapped my legs around is waist. He attacks my neck with hickeys, I couldn’t stand how much he gives me each time. He positions his dick at my cunt and starts to fuck me, it’s been so long since this happened to us. I moan in his neck and I tug on his wet hair, I hear him grunt. God I missed this so much!
“Go faster H!” I replied.
He goes faster and all you can hear is me screaming on the top of my lungs because how good Harry is doing this to me.
Eventually, we get out of the shower and keep on having sex in our master bedroom, him making me be up against the wall, me making him be up against the wall, him fucking me up against the mirror, us making love on the carpet, and us having rough sex on the bed. I need him to eat me. I make him go down to my clit and he already knew what I wanted him to do.
After him eating me out, he made me give him a blow job, his groans were so heavenly to hear, I felt him about to cum but he stops me.
“I want to cum while you ride me.” He said while I’m looking at him.
I get up to position myself to ride him, I forget how big he was when we do this, I think he got bigger. Our skin slapping against each other, us gasping and moaning, god I miss every bit on what we’re doing right now.
After all of us fucking, we’re just laying on the bed heavy breathing, this was so good I want to this again.
“I’m so glad you’re back Harry.” I look at him.
“I’m so glad I’m back here Y/N/N.” He looks at me.
I give him a kiss, he kisses me back. I love him so much, his fans give me death threats all the time and Harry protects me from that negativity, he’s the sweetest and kindest man I ever dated.
“I love you Harry.” I touch his cheek.
“I love you more Y/N.” He smiles.
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kiss in the kitchen
pairing: best friend! harry x reader
summary: your typical new years eve fic. all fluff no smut (word count: 1,444 words)
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“Never have I ever…”
Y/N paused, thinking about what Harry had done that she hadn’t.
“Okay I got it: Never have I ever said the wrong name in bed,” she asked with a mischievous look in her eyes and a playful smirk forming.
Harry’s face flushed with embarrassment. I can’t believe she remembered that, he thought to himself. He sighed and took a swig of the vodka cranberry he had been nursing all night. Y/N threw her head back in a fit of giggles and attempted to cover her mouth with her hand. Though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, Harry thought that the sound of Y/N’s laughter was one of the best sounds in the world.
“Not funny,” he said with a straight face, the corner of his lip upturned in a half-grin. Whose stupid idea was it to play Never Have I Ever on New Year’s Eve?
“Alright, alright. Your turn, hit me with your best shot,” she challenged.
Harry observed Y/N sitting across from him on the couch in her apartment. She sat with her legs crossed, anxiously awaiting his reply as her eyes twinkled in amusement. Harry noticed her fingers toying with a loose thread on the end of the shirt she was wearing–his shirt–the one he loaned her one time after a long night (after hers got stained from one of their many bar hopping excursions). To an outsider, she would have looked disheveled and, frankly, a whole mess, but to him? She was perfect, and always had been.
“Okay Big Shot, let’s see…never have I ever…kissed someone at midnight on New Year’s Eve”
Harry saw her cheeks pinken, and her eyes darted away from him and landed in her lap. The room suddenly got quiet; the only thing Harry could hear was the Times Square Ball Drop playing quietly in the background. She answered finally, “That’s the best you could think of?” she scoffed. But it was evident in her reluctance to answer that she was nervous.
Harry feigned a dramatic gasp. “You have kissed someone at New Year’s…right?”
Y/N picked at the threads of his shirt again, this time with more fervor—evidently a nervous tick in reaction to his questioning. Her gaze lifted from her lap and looked at Harry through her eyelashes.
“I mean,” she began as she stumbled through her words, “it’s hard to have kissed someone on New Year’s when you’ve never kissed anyone at all.”
Harry’s eyes widened in disbelief. He could have sworn…
“Wait, didn’t you date Jackson last summer? You never kissed him?”
She had to have kissed somebody, he thought. No way that she has never kissed anyone.
“Well we were never that serious and, I don’t know…” she hesitated.
Harry looked expectantly at her as he waited for her response. She began again, “I think he tried to once? But it didn’t feel right so I stepped back and I think he got the hint I wasn’t into it and we broke up soon after that so…I guess I’ve never had the opportunity.”
Harry racked his brain trying to make sense of her admission. How could no one have wanted to kiss her for this long?! She’s so beautiful, if I was her boyfriend—
His internal thoughts came to a screeching halt. Her boyfriend? Of course, he had thought about the idea as a fleeting notion that he never really took seriously. Y/N and him had been friends for years with no romantic feelings between them…right? Sure, Y/N was insanely attractive (objectively of course) and had the cutest laugh and the prettiest eyes, and—
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the shifting weight of the couch caused by Y/N getting up to grab the vodka bottle from the counter to make another drink. As she walked towards the kitchen he heard her say quietly, almost to herself, “Forget it, Harry, let’s just do something else, I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” He could hear the heartbreak in her voice as she poured a fresh drink into her cup.
“Sorry, I didn't know,” he rushed out, feeling embarrassed, even though he had no way of knowing what her answer would be. He got off the couch and moved towards her. Her back was turned to him and after a beat he tentatively asked,
“Why?”
She turned around and Harry noticed how close they suddenly were to each other. Her eyes flicked to his in confusion.
“Why what?”
“Why didn’t you feel like kissing him? I thought…I thought you liked him? What was the problem? Did he do something to you?”
That last thought made him feel uneasy, could it be that this guy mistreated her and he didn’t even notice?
“What? No, he didn’t do anything to me, he was perfect. At least, I thought he was perfect… But I don’t know, there just was a disconnect for me. I didn’t really like him as much as he liked me.”
She paused in contemplation, then continued.
“I guess I want to be able to look back on my first kiss and know that I had it with someone special and that it meant something.”
Y/N’s normally confident demeanor had been reduced to the shy, insecure girl standing in front of Harry. Harry pressed on.
“But how will you know they are the one? Like will you meet them and just know? Or…” he began when he noticed a look in her eyes that, if he had blinked, he would have missed it.
“Or, have you already met them?”
She froze, thrown off by his sudden line of questioning.
“W-what would make you think I’ve already met them?”
Harry stepped closer to her, feeling a slight buzz from the vodka cranberry he had drank earlier, giving him liquid courage.
“Well,” he questioned, “have you?”
He had stepped close enough to her that he was able to feel the warmth radiating off her body as she faltered in answering him. He could hardly think being this close to her, his heart was leaping out of his chest thinking about who she could possibly have met that she’d kiss. Why won’t she just tell me who it is? We tell each other everything, so why won’t she just tell me? Unless–
“Y/N, who is it? You can tell me, I wouldn’t tell anyone”
She looked away in embarrassment and in a barely audible whisper, he heard a soft “I can’t”, followed by a sniffle as her eyes met his, tears beginning to gather in the corner of her eyes.
Before they could say anything else, they heard the television cheering at the beginning of the countdown to the new year.
“TEN!”
Harry saw a tear slip down her cheek, and he brought a hand to cup her face, wiping the stray tear away with his thumb.
“NINE!”
“Why not?” he asked gently, eyes dancing across her face searching for some sort of reason as to why she would be hesitant to tell him.
“EIGHT!”
She leaned into his hand as she reached for his wrist and held his hand there.
“SEVEN!”
“I don’t want to ruin things,” she whispered.
“SIX!”
Harry’s mind started to race with what she could possibly mean by “ruin things.” It would only ruin things if the person was someone close and important to her, and someone she wouldn’t want to lose by admitting romantic feelings.
“FIVE!”
Harry whispered, “You don’t know that for sure, Y/N”
“FOUR!”
He hesitated for a moment before he breathed out, “Can I kiss you?”
“THREE!”
Her eyes widened in surprise and she hesitated for a moment. He noticed her eyes dart down to his lips for a split second before he returned her gaze to his own.
“TWO!”
“Fuck it,” he rushed out as he reached up to cup her other cheek into his hand and leaned in, now so close he could feel her soft exhales on his lips.
“ONE!”
His lips crashed into hers as she let out a surprised whimper before melting into the kiss. Her hands came up and pulled at the curls at the nape of his neck as he brought his hands down to her waist to pull her against him.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
The cheering on the TV signaling the beginning of the new year was loud enough that it momentarily broke their concentration and they pulled away, foreheads touching as they regained their breath.
“Happy New Year, Harry,” Y/N breathed against his lips. Harry smiled, and before he leaned in for another kiss, whispered, “Here’s to the new year, love.”
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So obviously Alex and Henry are endgame in every universe but Cherry by Harry Styles is literally the most perfect break up song for them (from Henry’s perspective).
Like imagine a universe where they breakup and a few years later Alex has a public relationship with a guy.
“Don’t you call him baby … don’t you call him what you used to call me”
You know that Henry would hate if Alex ever called someone else baby. He would DESPISE it.
And if Alex followed his original plan and became a congressman super young
“I can tell that you are at your best, I’m selfish so I’m hating it”
Because Henry can’t have that. He can’t follow his dreams and he can’t have a public relationship.
“There’s a piece of you in how I dress”
You cannot tell me that Henry started wearing more colorful/patterned ties and shirts after dating Alex and I bet he’d keep doing it after they break up just to see if Alex would ever bring it up at events they’re both at.
“I just miss your accent and your friends, did you know I still talk to them”
This line is just firstprince coded. Henry for sure would miss his Texas accent and seeing June and Nora. Bea and Pez still hang out with them so he definitely still talks to them even if he and Alex aren’t together.
“Does he take you walking round his parents’ gallery?”
I know the V&A isn’t Henry’s parents’ art gallery but the sentiment is still there. Henry knows that no matter what, he and Alex will always have the dance they shared there.
The firstprince angst is just so clear in this song. Henry would lose his mind listening to it if he and Alex ever broke up.
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thinking about posting my fics from wattpad here but just chapter by chapter? idk if that’s something people would even care about??
harry fics: clandestine (best friends brother/forbidden romance), misconduct (hockey harry/friends to strangers to lovers/forced proximity), arrogant (enemies to lovers/engaged mc/accidental pregnancy)
niall fics: still (friends to lovers/only one bed), periphery (famous niall/workplace romance), august (brothers best friend/age gap/summer romance/TAYLOR REFERENCES)
my wattpad is niallsgoldhoop if you wanna peek there too
misconduct is the only one that’s not completed !
i’m putting the pictures for ATTENTION lmao
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Chapter 4
Series Summary: 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.
Chapter Summary: With Cassidy and Harry's new friendship forming, multiple interactions have her wondering who is feeling what. But does that really mean anything when it comes to knowing someone so ridiculously famous, no matter how normal their moments may seem?
Chapter Warnings: Some explicit language, interview, mild anxiety attack, moving, Valentine's Day, mention of Kendall Jenner (please no hate)
[ present - Jan 2020 ]
Cassidy glances up to the sky, down to her watch, and then over to her daughter, who is giving herself a pep talk so she can go down the big slide.
"Cece!" She shouts out, waving her back over to the bench she currently occupies.
Cecelia lets out a quick, determined huff of a breath as she sits and guides her body down the play structure. As her feet hit the ground, she raises her arms in the air.
"Mummy! You see? You see me?" She squeals, trotting her little feet over to Cassidy.
"Of course! You did so well, Bug!" She replies, her arms open wide for an embrace. Cece runs right into them, wrapping her little hands around her mum, and giggling with glee.
"I'm go 'gain!" She exclaims, wriggling out of the hug.
"I'm sorry, honey, we've got to go." Cassidy gently grabs her shoulders and sees sadness roll over her daughter's face. "It looks like it's going to rain."
Cecelia pouts as her mum begins to pack their things, but when Cassidy looks up, she sees her daughter's face transform into a wide grin.
"Harry!" She shouts, immediately leaving her mum's side and rushing behind her.
Cassidy swivels around to, in fact, see Harry jogging over to Cecelia with a matching wide grin. He removes a headphone bud from his ear and kneels down to greet her. As Cassidy makes her way over to the two seemingly now best friends, Harry stands up, holding Cece's hand as they walk back towards her mum.
Cassidy is able to see that he's dressed himself in a black hooded jumper, black track pants, and a black beanie. Very casual, and very inconspicuous. She may not have even recognized him if she had only gotten just a quick glance. But now, it is unmistakably him. His square jaw, his distinct nose, the glistening green eyes, and his trademark dimpled smile. She knows that face too well. And apparently, Cecelia can see it just as clearly.
"Hello!" He smiles, stopping as he reaches Cassidy. His free hand lifts up, appearing to reach out halfway towards her, and stops awkwardly mid air. She notices the embarrassed look in his eyes and she quickly leans in to complete the action of the hug that he was attempting. They've hardly ever hugged since they've known each other, but they are friends now. It shouldn't be, and doesn't need to be, uncomfortable anymore.
"Hi!" She replies, still a little stunned at his sudden appearance, and still partially focused on having retrieved all of their things before they leave.
"What are you two doing here?" Harry suddenly asks, causing Cassidy's gaze to instantly refocus on him. His expression is playful, yet curious.
"It's nice out today, a crisp 15° compared to the 7° it's been lately. So I brought Cece here to play." She responds simply as she throws her tote bag over her shoulder. "Rather, it was nice out today."
His smile widens with ease and it causes a blush to rush to her cheeks.
"I mean…" He chuckles. "I mean, what are you doing here in London?"
"Oh! Right." Cassidy nods, bending down to button up Cecelia's coat and help put her little gloves on. "I had a meeting at POPSUGAR this past Wednesday. Since it's a few hours drive home, and Cece's still on holiday break, we decided to stay a few extra days. We were supposed to do some fun things around town, but the weather's been shi-"
Her eyes grow wide and they both immediately look down to Cecelia, sighing in relief at the fact that they find her fiddling with her gloves.
A small something hits Cassidy's cheek and as she raises her gaze, she sees that what she was trying to avoid is already starting to happen. Light drops of rain begin to trickle down from the clouds and she scrunches her nose at the timing.
"Great." She mumbles with a huff of a breath. She reaches down for Cecelia's hand, who places her little fingers within her mum's grasp, then meets Harry's gaze. "We better get to the tube."
"The tube?" Harry asks as he looks up to the sky, then back down to Cassidy, with a concerned expression written all over his face. "That's five blocks away…"
Cassidy lets out a small giggle, and leans in slightly closer to Harry.
"I was trying to tire her out with the walk."
Harry brings his lips inward and exhales a quick puff of air out through his nose, trying not to laugh and bring Cecelia's attention to what Cassidy just admitted.
Harry holds his hand out, glancing back up to the clouds. He closes his eyes momentarily before dropping his head back down and shaking his hand free from the rain drops.
"Can I at least offer you a ride there? It's only going to get worse…"
Cassidy chuckles and begins to take a few steps with Cecelia down the footpath, heading away from the park, with Harry quickly taking his own strides to walk beside her.
"That's very generous… but I'm assuming that you don't have a car seat…"
He instantly scrunches his nose, displaying a similar contemplative expression to the one he had when he found out about Cecelia. But obviously not as intense in this circumstance.
"Right." He sighs, beginning to chew on his bottom lip and he watches the ground beneath their feet. "Umm…"
"Mummy. I wan' food." Cecelia interrupts, causing both adults to look down and see a cute pout reappearing on her lips.
"Oh. I think…" She begins to rummage with her free hand through the tote that had been swung over her shoulder moments earlier. "I think I have a granola bar here somewhere…"
"Can I offer you a ride to my place?" Harry inquires. Cassidy's gaze shoots up, and her mouth opens to rebuttal with the car seat issue once again, but is halted when Harry holds up a finger. She notices an expression she can only describe as giddy. "It's right around the corner. Just a short ride. And I'll be very careful."
Cassidy runs her teeth along her lower lip. She has no reason to say no. It must be instinct from the past with him that causes that to be her immediate reaction. She agreed to being friends now, and she means it, but it hasn't taken away the awkwardness she feels at his offer. And if she's being completely honest with herself, she is afraid of what could come from it. Whatever that could mean. But she reminds herself that they've begun a friendship. That's all it is, so she needs to set those boundaries for herself but allow that connection in her life. And in Cecelia's life as well.
"You'll get out of the rain…" He adds, his gaze flickering between her and the little one beside her. "And maybe we can have a bite to eat… if you want to wait it out..."
"Mummy, please?" Cecelia chimes in, and Cassidy is reminded of how easily they have unknowingly begun to team up.
As if the sky senses their pleas, the sprinkle of rain drops multiplies, and Cassidy can't help but shake her head with a smile as she watches a smirk stretch out Harry's left cheek.
"Alright. Yes. Thank you."
Cece begins to bounce up and down as Harry leads the short walk to his Range Rover. Cassidy stops for a moment and glances over the vehicle in appreciation. It definitely is a nice car. Harry quickly opens the back door for them, and Cecelia hops right in without any hesitation, as if she's been in it a million times before. Cassidy scoots in and places Cecelia on her lap, buckling them both into the seat as Harry gets into the driver's seat and turns on the ignition.
He places his hand on the headrest of the front passenger seat and twists around.
"Everyone good?"
"M'ready!" Cecelia squeals with excitement, as if she were being taken around in a royal carriage.
Harry's gaze flickers over to Cassidy, and his eyes grow wide with a smile. He turns back to the steering wheel and buckles himself in, then adjusts the rearview mirror. Cassidy catches his glance before he turns on the indicator and begins to pull out of his parking spot.
"This is different." He chuckles. "Never been the chauffeur before."
•••
As Harry leads the way to the front door of his Hampstead Heath home, nervousness enters Cassidy's mind, and she isn't exactly sure why. It could be because it's solely Harry's house, as opposed to the one she knew so well in her childhood, with Gemma and the rest of the family present. This is new for her.
Her brain replays the day that Harry showed up to her house, confused and upset by her lack of attendance at his birthday dinner. She was uneasy then too, as she had watched him walk into her own childhood home, highly aware he had never entered the place before that. What if Harry is nervous this time? Though, he would have no reason to be. His life, family, and household have never been full of the chaos she has experienced.
But perhaps it is even more than that. More than just a change in location or occupants. It could be because it's the home of the famous Harry Styles, and she has no idea what to expect. There's also the possibility that it is due to the fact that the times that they were in the same household, there was always some sort of irritated banter or tension happening between the two of them. So, this is uncharted territory for her. What's really causing the nerves is a culmination of it all, of the unknown, and Cassidy hates that feeling.
The opening of the door in front of her, as well as Cecelia wiggling to get free from her mother's hold of her hand, brings her out of the nervous thoughts.
"Ladies…" Harry states, holding his hand to gesture that they are welcome to walk inside. Cecelia squeezes out of the grasp and rushes past Harry into the home. His head turns to Cassidy with a small smile on his face, and she hesitates for a second while she looks at him, feeling a fluster inside. He's clearly not nervous like she wondered, he looks so calm and comfortable.
"Wow." She blurts out as her eyes dart around the entryway.
"Is that good or bad?" Harry quietly asks, an undertone of insecurity lacing his words, but his posture tall and appearing confident. Cassidy's gaze switches over to meet his, thrown off by the timidity of his question.
"It's lovely." She replies.
He immediately gives her yet another smile, then turns away as he closes the door behind them. He guides both her and Cecelia into the large living room furnished with a comfortable L-shaped sofa, a beautiful coffee table in front, a large TV mounted on one wall, with some art pieces and personal photographs hanging on the others. To Cassidy's surprise, it actually feels quite cozy. A bit like the Styles home she was used to visiting when they were younger.
"Thank you." He utters. "This was the first house I bought."
"That's why it feels a bit like home."
She looks over to him, seeing a wide-eyed expression, and possibly even a light tint of a blush on his cheeks.
"Okay." He claps his hands together. "What can I make for us to eat?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that Harry." Cassidy states, giving her head a slight shake. She quickly notices that Harry's hands are now resting on his hips in defiance.
"I'm well aware. But I would like to."
"Harry…"
"Let me do this. Please. It can be a payback for the crepes." He utters, once again revealing a vulnerable tone that Cassidy is not accustomed to come from him. "I make some pretty good soup..."
She instantly lets out a chuckle and nods. What she once would've considered arrogance in the past seems to have been replaced by sincerity. And instead of scolding herself for caving to his charm, she finds herself flattered. It's definitely a new feeling when it comes to being in Harry's presence, but she acknowledges that it is oddly beginning to feel less and less awkward. Almost natural. Cecelia's presence is probably a major factor in that.
"I like soup…" Her daughter chimes in, grabbing Harry's attention, and giving Cassidy the opportunity to take a deeper breath. Even with the more positive atmosphere, it is still new and it is still unnerving.
"Excellent! Will you help me?" He asks Cecelia, creating a bright and beautiful smile to stretch across her face.
"Can I Mummy?" She pleads, staring at her mum with the most hopeful eyes.
"Umm…" Cassidy looks from Cecelia to Harry, who once again has mimicked her daughter's expression.
"We'll be safe." He assures her, gently grabbing Cecelia's hand. He stops before exiting the living room and turns back around with a mischievous smile. That's definitely something she is used to. "You coming to help or what?"
She manages to shoot him a quick eye roll before he turns again and heads towards the kitchen, which Cassidy is quite thankful for, as she feels a blush working its way over her cheeks.
Suddenly a familiar nudge in her chest appears. She's felt this before with him. Confusion. And she isn't sure if she is relieved or scared to feel something known with him.
•••
It is surprising that any kind of food was made at all through all the goofiness from Harry, the giggles from Cecelia, and the conversation between them all.
Cassidy gets up from the table once everyone has finished their meal, and takes the dishes to the sink.
"Don't you dare clean those." Harry states sternly from the table, but with a playful tone behind his demand.
"How did you-"
"I know you, Cass." He chuckles, standing up himself and walking over to her. "You always tried to do the dishes at my parent's house. Figured nothing has changed in that respect."
She scrunches her nose sarcastically, and turns off the faucet with a huff, as the context of his comment really sinks in. He knows her. He actually does know her. Well, he remembers a little fact about her. But it's true that those things about her have not changed.
"Looks like the rain hasn't let up yet." Harry states, arms crossed over his chest.
Cassidy's gaze points in the direction of his, towards the window, and sees that he is correct. If anything, it has gotten worse.
"You okay hanging out a bit longer?"
She nods and he leads the way back to the living room, finding Cecelia already propped up on the sofa, kicking her legs as she waits for the adults to join her.
"Harry, you don' have any toys."
"Cece!" Cassidy exclaims, immediately giving the man an apologetic expression, only for it to be returned with an understanding shake of his head.
"You're right. I should have some toys." He agrees, sitting down next to the partially disappointed toddler, who seems to be easing up as soon as Harry takes a seat. "I have a goddaughter about your age, I'm sure she'd like for me to have some toys here too."
"You have a daugh'er?" Cecelia asks, an adorably inquisitive expression written all over her face. Cassidy smirks in amusement at the idea that her own daughter may be a little jealous at the thought of him having his own child. She knows that he doesn't, but an odd feeling fills her own chest at the thought.
"No. No. A goddaughter is… is…" He stumbles, shooting a helpless look at Cassidy.
"Harry's friend has a daughter." She adds, seeing his relieved and grateful demeanor. "And they've asked Harry to take care of her if they… ever really needed him to."
She shrugs at him, hoping her toddler will accept that answer for the moment, and he returns it with his own.
"Oh. Okay." Cecelia simply states.
"I might have something you can draw with. I know you like doing-"
"Yes please!" Cecelia squeals, bouncing in place.
Harry chuckles and pushes off the couch, quickly exiting the room, and returning almost instantly. Cassidy sits up straighter with a bit of surprise at his enthusiastic pace.
He hands Cecelia a stack of blank paper and a handful of crayons he must have had lying around, and her face lights up as she wiggles on the couch and leans against the coffee table to begin coloring.
He maneuvers around the coffee table and takes a seat closer to Cassidy, stretching his legs out and resting his feet on the table in front of him.
"So, you're up for a promotion, yeah?"
"Umm… yeah… how did you know that?"
"Gemma." He quickly replies with a smirk.
"Right." She replies, rolling her eyes. She should've known that her best friend would be sharing the news with the family, despite the fact that she hasn't even gotten the job yet.
"That's exciting, Cass! I'm sure you'll get it." He exclaims. Cassidy feels a mild heat rush to her cheeks at his excitement for her. For something happening in her life that doesn't affect or involve him at all.
"It would be a big change…" She nervously admits.
"What do you mean?"
She looks over to Cecelia, whose little tongue sticks out from the corner of her mouth in concentration.
"If I get it, I'll have to be in the office a bit more than usual. Which means we'll have to move here to London." She states with a sigh. "I'd be taking Cece away from what she knows."
She hears Harry hum, and switches her attention back to him.
"What?" She asks. He pulls his lips inward. In the past, Cassidy has been able to read the expression, but this time it leaves her puzzled. "Please tell me."
"Well…" He clears his throat. "It's not such a bad thing. Right? I mean, it's a better job with better pay. And London is a great place to live."
"It's not that simple." She quickly and quietly replies. "You're not a parent Harry, you don't understand."
There's a sudden silence and Harry's head drops down, causing Cassidy's heart to do the same. She didn't intend to be mean. Maybe it was instinct, but she hates that thought. She's nervous about the situation, and the decision can't be made there on that couch. Not with him. This is something she will have to figure out on her own, if it even comes to that.
"I'm sorry, Harry. That was rude of me."
His gaze shoots back up to hers with the most shocked expression he's ever displayed. He's looking at her like she's never apologized to him before. Her chest begins to tighten. Maybe she hasn't.
"No. You're right. It's a lot more complicated." He runs his hand through to tossle his soft, curly locks and gives her a small smile. "For what it's worth, I think you'll get it. And… it'll be nice to have you here… in London."
"Yeah." She replies, feeling that heat return to her cheeks. "Will be nice to have another friend nearby."
That famous, heart-stopping grin spreads across his face as if she just gave him the biggest compliment he has ever received. Her expression turns inquisitive and she opens her mouth to speak, but is stopped when his head quickly turns back to the window.
"Hm. Seems the rain's letting up." He mutters, slowly returning his gaze to hers. "I was thinking I'd call Ben, see if we can borrow his daughter's car seat for Cece. Then I can drive you both back to your hotel if you'd like."
"Oh. Right." She utters back, unintentionally letting out a small sigh behind her words.
A small giggle from across the coffee table grabs their attention and they both turn to find Cecelia scribbling vigorously across what looks like her fourth piece of paper. Cassidy smiles and turns back to Harry when she hears him release a small chuckle.
"Maybe…" She hesitantly begins. "I could let her finish just one more?"
His eyes widen as he nods.
"Sure." Harry clears his throat as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and stands up from the sofa. "Can't interrupt an artist in the middle of creating a masterpiece. I'll just call Ben. And then make us some tea."
"Thank you."
"It's no problem at all." Harry states as he leaves Cassidy and Cecelia together in the living room.
"Hey Bug, you can color a little bit longer, then we'll leave."
"Okay, Mummy." Her daughter replies, her focus never leaving the paper in front of her, with her little hand moving from one corner to the other. "But can we come back soon?"
"Why do you want to come back soon?" Cassidy asks, not shocked, but very curious to hear Cecelia's reasoning.
"I like it here at Harry's house." She states, so matter-of-fact, as if that should be well-known to her mum.
"I'm glad to hear that." Harry's cheerful voice replies from the room's entryway. Cassidy turns to find the same beaming grin from moments before, with two cups of tea in his hands, as he makes his way back to his previous spot on the couch. He hands one cup to Cassidy, then flickers his gaze between her and the toddler across the way. "And you're both welcome here any time."
•••
The morning has not gone as planned, not even in the slightest. Today is the interview for Cassidy's potential promotion. She had been excited, calm, and confident up until this point.
Cecelia's daycare teacher has gotten sick, which Cassidy thought she had resolved by bringing her along to London the night before, with an offer from Roxie to look after her daughter during the interview.
But now, the morning of the interview, Roxie has been given an urgent assignment, leaving Cassidy to figure out whether she can find someone else in London to look after her daughter, or cancel the interview that could potentially be a life-changing moment for the two of them.
She stares at her phone, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, as she scrolls through her contact list.
Her thumb stops and she looks over the name that caught her attention. She couldn't possibly ask him, or expect him to do this favor for her. He might not even be in town, or in the country, for all she knows. But, her desperation takes over. It's her last resort before she gives up.
She brings the phone to her ear and listens as it only rings twice before she hears a breath on the other line.
"Cass?"
"Hey, Harry." She replies, already feeling defeated as she can determine that there is music playing in the background. Of course he is busy.
"How's it going?"
"It's… well…"
"What's wrong?" He asks suddenly, a stern concern evident in his tone.
"It's nothing. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"Cass… what is it?"
"I… I have my interview today, but…" She sighs, still unsure whether to ask such a big thing of someone she only recently became friends with. "But I don't have anyone to watch Cece. Her daycare teacher is sick. Your mum and Gem are busy, and now Roxie has to work. If I can't find someone to look after her then I have to cancel and I don't know what that-"
"Cass. It's gonna be alright. Take a breath for me, in and out." He encourages in a soft voice. It's one she has heard before, each time she's begun to panic in front of him. He was the cause of at least one of those sudden attacks, to an extent, but he is also the one who has been there to calm her down. This time seems to be no different, even if it's through the phone. "I'd be happy to watch her."
"What?" She stops in her tracks, not even realizing she was pacing back and forth in the hotel room.
"If you were going to ask if I can look after Cece, then yes, I can."
"Harry… you don't have to do this. I'm sure you're busy and I don't want to bother you. I can figure something else out."
She hears the music cease and a small laugh replaces the noise on the other end of the call.
"I wouldn't have offered it if I couldn't do it." He replies, serious but also with a hint of sweetness to his statement. "I want to help. Please let me."
The tears that had stationed themselves in her eyes begin to trickle down her skin, and she quickly wipes them away, as if visible to Harry through the call. The panic fades and is replaced by overwhelming gratitude. She doesn't know why he's doing such a big thing for her, but she couldn't be more thankful for his help, and she is determined to repay him one day, somehow.
"Th-thank you. Harry. This… this means a lot."
"Anytime, Cass." He immediately replies. "I'll send you my address. Just message me when you're on your way."
•••
As she walks out of the office and back to her car, Cassidy cannot hide the smile stretched across her face. All the nerves about finding help with Cecelia, about spontaneously calling Harry to help, about ruining his day by leaving her with him, and about the interview in general, have all become a distant memory at this point. She isn't sure what she was so worked up about, because everything worked out fine. Perfect, in fact. That's something she isn't used to, but at this moment, she will embrace it.
She pulls into the driveway of Harry's home, anxious to get inside and share the news. So much is about to change for the two of them, but Harry was right, this is a good thing for both her and Cecelia. As terrifying as it may be, it's still a very good thing.
She bounces up to his front door and knocks a few times, her legs shaking with adrenaline and anticipation.
But there's no answer.
She knocks again, attempting to hear any type of movement, but is met with nothing. She pulls out her phone and opens up the messages from Harry, pausing when she lands on the one with the code to his front door. When the light on the keypad signals and she pushes it open, she walks through and is surprised to find only a quiet, muffled noise coming from the living room.
She walks in that direction and comes to a sudden stop when she enters the room. Her heart stops, then races, and then flutters.
There on one side of the sofa lies her daughter, curled up under her favorite blanket with her new favorite brown bunny that had been gifted to her by Harry. On the other side of the couch is that particular man. His head is resting on his arm, his mouth slightly agape, and an unfamiliar stuffed animal in the crook of his other arm.
On the television, credits are rolling for what she can determine was a Disney movie. It's now clear that was the noise she heard from the front door. Her gaze wanders around the room and the fluttering in her chest grows as she sees two large wicker storage baskets full of toys.
He bought toys for his house. Just like he agreed with Cecelia that he should do.
She maneuvers around the sofa and kneels down in front of him, placing her palm on his shoulder and gently rocking it to wake him.
"What-..." He mumbles, eyes blinking open and widening when he sees her in front of him.
She brings her finger to her mouth, then points in the direction of her daughter, still content in her slumber, so he nods as he lifts himself up.
Cassidy stands and walks out to the kitchen, with Harry's shuffling following close behind. Once she reaches the kitchen, she turns around to see him rubbing his eyes with a large yawn.
"I'm sorry I woke you up…" She chuckles, noticing the plush toy still nestled under his arm.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep." He replies with his voice still laced with drowsiness. His gaze drops down to the stuffed animal and he plucks it out with a giggle and sets it down on the counter.
"Looks like you two had a good time."
"We did. Played 'zoo', and watched a movie. Both of us must've fallen asleep during it, but I think she had a lot of fun."
"Harry… thank you." Cassidy states, a sudden timidity creating a dryness in her throat, which she tries to clear before her next words come out. "You didn't… I mean, this was…"
"Cass…" He replies, placing a warm, comforting hand on her arm. "It was no problem for me. I was happy to help. Alright?"
She responds with a simple nod, unable to truly give him any other statement that could express her gratitude. Though, he seems to understand. Somehow he knows.
"But hey, how'd it go? Did you get it? Did you get the promotion?"
His enthusiasm sparks a smile from her and she bites her lower lip to control her own excitement, only to not wake Cecelia just yet.
"Yes."
"That's amazing! I knew you would." He doesn't hesitate and pulls her in for a congratulatory embrace. His scent, that familiar and consistently sultry scent, overwhelms her senses and she cannot hold back from melting into his hold. Just a little bit. It feels nice to have someone, other than a three year old, to share this moment with. "We should celebrate!"
"What?"
"We should celebrate!" He pulls back from her and clears his throat as he runs his fingers through his hair, a shy expression taking over his exuberant one. "It's just… this is good news… and it should be celebrated."
"We don't need to do anything." She replies sheepishly.
"I know. I know. You don't like people fussing over you, but you're allowed to enjoy the moment, Cass." He smiles so sweetly at her that it causes that mildly familiar flutter in her heart. "How about I make you dinner?"
With the sincerest look in his gorgeous green eye, it feels almost impossible to turn down his offer. Not that it is something to be rejected. It's such a generous thing he wants to do for her, after already helping her out so much, even if he thinks very minimally of it. She isn't used to that sort of kindness. Besides Anne, Robin, and Gemma, of course. But definitely not from Harry, who could be doing way more exciting things with his time. This thoughtful gesture adds to his genuine plea to be friends, and since her new home will be London soom, she may as well take as many friends as she can get, and really give this friendship with Harry her full effort.
"Alright, Styles. I'll do it for you."
"It's not for m-"
"I'm joking. Dinner sounds great." She chuckles, shooting him the mischievous smirk that she is used to receiving from that exact person. "And thank you, for everything."
"Cheeky." He replies, poking his tongue out in a playful, childish manner. Something she used to see when they were kids, but it causes her to let out a huge laugh seeing a grown man reenact the same gesture. "And it's my pleasure."
•••
Despite Harry's protest, Cassidy stands at the sink, cleaning off the dishes he has used to prepare the delicious meal for the three of them. And as Cecelia winds down with a show on the television, Harry stands in the kitchen beside Cassidy to help.
"Thank you, again, for dinner." She states, enough to be heard over the running water. "You really didn't have to."
"Cass…" Harry replies sternly, and she turns to see a serious look in his facial features. "I know I didn't need to. But I wanted to. And, please, please know that's the truth. Yeah? You don't need to worry about that. I like doing things for my friends."
"I just…" She clears her throat as she hands him a plate to dry off, keeping her gaze on the task in front of her. "I feel as if you're doing a lot for us… too much. More than a friend needs to."
A silence falls between them, and Cassidy can't even discern why she said that. Not even what she meant by it, really. The only thing she can come up with is that she isn't used to this level of kindness and generosity, especially not from him. Especially since they hated each other for so long, and only recently changed that dynamic into something much more positive.
"What do you mean?" He quietly asks, and as she turns to his direction, she is met with the sight of him running his teeth against his bottom lip, something she knows he's done before when he's worried. Or at least contemplative.
"I'm sorry. I'm… I'm very grateful. I guess it just… feels like a big change… all at once, and…" She sighs, turning her gaze back to the sink, absolutely smothered in nervousness and maybe even embarrassment at the next words she knows will slip out next. "And I just need to know if… shit… if you're expecting… something… more."
A subtle chuckle next to her grabs her attention and she faces him once again, anxiety practically pouring down her face, but seeing his worry turning into potential amusement.
"No. Umm… no, that's not what it is." He pulls his lips inwards and meets her gaze, clearly seeing her glare, and straightens up like a child getting scolded, even though a small smile remains on his face. "It's just… I guess… I've been trying to make up for lost time or something."
"What? Lost time?" Cassidy asks nervously. Even with his light-hearted demeanor, she isn't sure what to expect for what he could mean.
"Umm… yeah. Like, for not being friends for so long."
"You've wanted to be friends for a long time?" She asks, her mouth dropping open with shock. Whatever she thought he was going to say, that was not it. "Like, since we… you know… hooked up?"
"Hooked-... that wasn't-..." He clears his throat as he dries his hands off with the towel, placing it down on the kitchen counter and turning his body to face Cassidy full on. "No, I've wanted to be friends since we were kids."
"What? Really?" Cassidy replies, her eyes growing as wide as possible and she feels as if she could be knocked over from the shock of his admission. "But you pestered me and Gemma all the time!"
"Well yeah! That's what younger brothers do." He chuckles, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms around his chest with a mischievous smirk on his face. "I read it somewhere in the handbook."
"But I'm not your sister…"
"No. You're definitely not." He utters, looking down at his arms before returning his gaze back to her. "But you were, are, Gem's best friend. So, I suppose the pestering transferred to you as well. But… I, umm, did want to be your friend too, back then."
"Funny way of showing it." She quips, sticking her tongue out at him like she used to do when they were younger.
"Well, that's why I'm trying to make up for it now!" He exclaims, a smile and roll of his eyes accompanying his words.
"I'm glad you are." She admits, turning away for a moment to hide the blush unintentionally forming on her cheeks. "And that we're friends now."
"Me too."
•••
[ present - Feb 2020 ]
"You didn't all need to come and help me." Cassidy states, looking at Gemma, Michal, and Harry as they stand outside her now former residence. "Your mum is already helping by watching Cece."
"Which means we are free to give you a hand." Gemma replies with her typical sass, which Cassidy is never shocked by. "Did you really think I wasn't going to help you move?"
"Technically, Harry and I are here to help you move." Michal states, pointing towards the boxes stacked up besides the entryway.
"And I'm here for emotional support!"
Cassidy laughs and shakes her head as her best friend maneuvers her way through the door, immediately getting to work on organizing the workload for the boys, though Cassidy knows she genuinely does intend to do a little heavy lifting as well. She's never been afraid of a little hard work, something the two of them instantly connected on as kids.
Michal moves to meet his girlfriend, leaving Harry to be the last one on the other side of the threshold.
"I wouldn't have come, but Gem dragged me here." He states with a smirk.
"Surprised you were willing to risk callusing those dainty, musician hands." She jokes back, causing him to throw his palm against his chest and his jaw drop in dramatic fashion.
"Kind of regret bringing these now…" He replies, holding up two small bottles of champagne, with the word 'congratulations' written on the labels of both.
"Thank you! These will be fun to get into."
"Yes, but later.." Gemma exclaims from the kitchen. "Right now, let's move you out of here and closer to me!"
"And me…" Harry adds, shooting his sister a subtle, sarcastic glare.
"Whatever. She's definitely not moving there to be closer to you."
"Technically, I'm not moving there to be closer to either of you. I'm moving for my job…" Cassidy chimes in, smirking as her head stays down, with her eyes on the tape she just picked up, to avoid any of their annoyed or shocked gazes. "But I'm glad you'll both be close."
She stops for a moment and pulls her lips inward, hiding a small smile, gaze now frozen on the box in front of her. It's still a bit surprising that she's saying those things. That she is grateful to have Harry as a friend, let alone living only a short distance away. And it's even more shocking that she's happy about it. So much has, and is, changing, again, but she is learning that she needs to embrace it, because it's only been positive changes so far.
Her gaze wanders up to find Harry with a goofy, childish grin. Considering how persistent he was to be friends a few years back, it makes sense that his expression is one of happiness. Yet, like most times in the past, she can also sense a little bit of arrogance hidden behind it. She's almost certain he could feel like he won that battle. However, this time, he has every reason to feel that way, because it's true. They are now friends.
"So, do you like your new flat?" Michal asks, grunting as he lifts one of the heavier boxes.
"Yeah, Regina…" She looks over and points towards Harry to acknowledge his recommendation. "She found the perfect place for us. I swear she knows magic, because I couldn't find a damn thing on my own."
"I'm glad she could help." Harry chuckles.
"And thank you for yours." Cassidy replies, watching as Harry pulls his lips inward and nods.
"No problem." He states, running his fingers through his hair, like a habit he cannot seem to break. "Now… umm… how are we tackling the large furniture?"
She turns towards the sofa and small coffee table, which are nothing compared to Harry's stylish pieces, and laughs.
"I have actual movers coming… did Gemma not tell you that?"
"No. She didn't." Michal states as he arrives back through the front doorway.
"Gem!" Cassidy lets out a loud laugh, shaking her head as she shoots her best friend a glare of disbelief. "What's wrong with you?"
Gemma simply shrugs, attempting not to laugh as well and refusing to look at either man that she clearly lied to. Cassidy suddenly realizes that both were willing to help her move everything she had, and her heart thumps harder.
"I just wanted to get some of this lot over there today to start unpacking." Cassidy adds, still taken aback by her friend's sneaky deception and the willingness of the others, despite their lack of information.
"Well, then let's get it over there!" Harry states with enthusiasm, grabbing a box of his own to take down to a vehicle. "But Gem is buying pizza when we're done."
Cassidy turns to her friend, expecting a bit of a fight from her, but is shocked to see a smile on her face.
"Fair enough." She chuckles, pointing towards the front door. "So… get moving then."
•••
Once the final box had been emptied, pizza was ordered and almost completely consumed in record time. Moving definitely worked up an appetite in each of them.
"Alright. If you're all good here, we're going to head out. I have work tomorrow." Gemma expresses, walking up to Cassidy and wrapping her arms around her. They stay in the hold for a moment, and as Gemma pulls back, she grabs onto Cassidy's shoulders. "Welcome home, CJ."
Michal steps around his girlfriend as she moves off to the side, and gives Cassidy a quick side squeeze.
They say their goodbyes to Harry, and exit the door, leaving the two of them alone in the flat.
"You don't have work?" Cassidy asks as she turns in his direction, pulling one last piece of pizza from the box.
"I don't have a real job." He responds with a chuckle as he shrugs. "Do you mind if I hang out and have another slice?"
"Of course not. Feel free to take any spot on the floor…" She replies.
Harry lets out a quick, exuberantly loud laugh, immediately covering his mouth to quiet himself as the noise bounces off the walls of the unfurnished flat.
"Bloody hell, Harry! I don't want my neighbors hating me on the first day!"
Harry immediately displays an apologetic smile, with his mouth stretched wide across his face. As he keeps his glance on her, his expression suddenly changes into a glare and he sticks his tongue out towards her.
He grabs his own piece of pizza, plopping it on a paper plate, and makes his way behind her into the living room.
She places a blanket on the ground in front of one of the walls, and sits down with her back against it, placing her own plate in her lap.
"You've got a nice place here, Cass." Harry states, sliding down next to her, his knees bent and his plate resting on top of his joggers.
"Thank you. I'll be happy once the furniture is here." She states, her gaze looking around her new living space, imagining what it will look like once everything is in its place. "Hopefully we can be settled by the end of the week."
"Like, Valentine's Day?" He asks quietly, almost timidly, and seemingly tensing as he waits for her answer. "Are you doing anything to celebrate?"
"There's not much to celebrate." She laughs, wiping her hands together over her plate and setting it down next to her. "I haven't had a date since I got pregnant."
"Oh." Harry replies, lifting his pizza to his mouth and slowly taking another bite, looking as if he could be contemplating a million different things sparked by her answer.
"I might just make Cece some heart-shaped pancakes in the morning, then maybe do a little something fun later in the day… if we can manage it…"
"She seems pretty easy to please."
"She's always happy with what she gets. But she deserves to have everything she wants."
"You're a good mum, Cass." Harry states, giving her a quick bump on her shoulder with his own. "There's no way she doesn't know how much you love her."
[ flashback - Feb 2010 ]
She never hates being at the Styles house, it's quite the opposite, but it does always remind Cassidy of what she is lacking in her own home, and in her own family.
Valentine's Day has never been an occasion celebrated between her parents. But why would it be? There's no love there. But at her best friend's house, between Robin and Anne, it is quite palpable and she loves to see it. It gives her hope that maybe one day, maybe, she will be able to have that kind of love for herself. Someone who thinks the world of her, to make memories with, and who she can love back deeply.
However, without any boys to pamper them this particular Sunday afternoon, the two teenage girls sit outside and fan their newly painted toenails.
"I heard that Tasha dumped Freddie last week, and she's already going out with Rodney!" Gemma exclaims, clearly enjoying the little bit of gossip she was privy to.
"I honestly don't feel bad for him." Cassidy states sternly through gritted teeth. "Serves him right."
"Fair enough. He did abandon you at the dance to get piss drunk and fuck Rebecca." Gemma shakes her head, discontinuing to wave her hand over her nails as she looks up to Cassidy. "Wow, he's a bit of a whore himself, isn't he?"
"I should've known…" She admits, wrapping her arms around her knees. "He is not romantic… at all…"
"But he's hot." Gemma quickly replies with a laugh, almost falling backwards with the power it had.
"Which is why I went to the dance with him!" Cassidy laughs back, shaking her head at herself, knowing full well that his appearance was the only factor in her decision. It was the only reason that she had a crush on him, at the time.
"But you deserve better anyway." Her best friend encourages, only receiving a small shrug that Cassidy isn't even certain was visible. She has no firsthand experience with any sort of deep love. She's seen it. Not within her own family, but in Gemma's, so would she even recognize it if it was there for her?
The sudden sound of the door handle keeps her thoughts from sinking too low, and both girls turn around to find Harry stepping outside with a bakery box in hand.
"Hello ladies." He states with a smirk, an arrogant pep to his walk that Cassidy feels should be illegal for a 16 year old boy to possess due to his complete immaturity.
"Busy at the bakery?" Gemma asks.
"Actually, not really." He shrugs, walking around the patio furniture to stand in front of the two girls. "Guess everyone already has their baked goods for their loved ones."
"Speaking of, what's in there…?" His sister inquires, pointing gleefully towards the box he's holding.
He looks down to his hands, shooting a quick gaze to Cassidy before meeting Gemma's once again.
"Baked… goods…"
He hands the sweets over to Gemma, whose sweet tooth takes over as she quickly flips the top open.
"Custard creams? My favourite. Thanks little bro." She extends the goods to Cassidy, who receives them without hesitation. As her eyes glance over the contents, she sees biscuits that are not usually the first choice of her friend.
"You got Viennese Fancies too?" She utters, not truly intending to vocalize the question, but looking up to Harry once she realizes it's been said out loud.
"You got CJ's favourite biscuits too?" Gemma adds, with a teasing tone that causes Cassidy to feel the sudden needs to look back down.
"Yeah… well…" Harry begins, and Cassidy looks up to see him shaking his fluffy curls with his fingers. He looks over to his sister, and Cassidy notices, out of the corner of her eye, her best friend giving her brother an intensely curious gaze. She turns back to the boy as he straightens his posture. "Didn't want you two here sulking…"
All eye contact is on him as he clears his throat.
"I didn't want to hear it. Figured biscuits would keep you occupied…" He adds. "And maybe… shut you up, so I could, like, have some peace."
Gemma's mouth immediately drops open and Cassidy internally scolds herself for knowing better yet still believing, for a moment, that Harry would do something for her simply out of kindness. She grabs one of the biscuits, and glares in his direction as she takes a huge chunk between her teeth out of spite.
Despite it being a jerk move, it seems fitting for how this day would and normally does go for Cassidy. There's nothing special about it for her.
[ present - Feb 2020 ]
"Mummy?"
"Yes?"
"I love you!"
Cassidy looks up from her plate of heart-shaped pancakes to her daughter, to see her grinning with a smidge of syrup on the corner of her mouth.
"I love you too, Bug!"
Cecelia giggles and she takes another bite of her breakfast.
"What are we doin t'day?"
"Well, you have daycare this morning because I have a little bit of work to do, and then after I pick you up…" Cassidy looks around the room, feeling a twinge of disappointment due to the fact that there are still unpacked boxes remaining around the flat.
That's actually part of the 'work' that she needs to do. Moving, working, and taking care of her three year old has been harder to juggle than anticipated, so she hasn't had any time to plan a little something special for Cecelia today. Granted, the girl is only three, and probably doesn't care at all considering her sweet and content nature, but that doesn't ever stop Cassidy from wanting to go above and beyond for any occasion she can. She's well aware it stems from the lack of such things in her childhood, which only fuels her more to do them for her own daughter. But, to Cassidy's displeasure, this year it might have to remain minimal.
"After I pick you up … we can try do a little something fun."
•••
Little fingers pick through the bowl of popcorn in Cassidy's lap, and a tiny voice sings along as 'Frozen' plays on the television.
"Le' it go! Le' it go!" Cecelia belts out, waving her arms in imitation of the ice queen, Elsa.
Cassidy chuckles at her daughter's adorable attempt to sing the powerful, defining song of the movie. It may not be much, but at least they are having a good time together. It doesn't matter that Cassidy doesn't have someone else to share this day with. Cecelia is the love of her life.
Suddenly, a quick ping from her phone alerts her of a text notification, and she brings it up to open the message.
🗨️ Harry: hello there, how's your day?
🗨️ Cassidy: going well thank you
🗨️ Harry: are you home? i am in the area & have something for cece
🗨️ Harry: from my mum
🗨️ Cassidy: of course, we're home, come on by
Cassidy takes a moment and smiles to herself, realizing how her instincts have completely changed when it comes to Harry. When they were kids, she would have immediately scoffed. After their double hotel rendezvous', she probably would have hesitated to answer, at the very least. Hell, even a few months ago, she would have second guessed her response.
But, now, this is the friendship he wanted. And this seems to be the friendship she's needed.
Besides Gemma, she has very few close friends. Not that she needs many, but it's nice to have another one. And it is an added bonus that it is someone else who already knows her a bit more than most. In a sense at least. As much as he can know through the lens of the pestering younger brother of her best friend. As well as the secrets about her family that she hardly reveals to anyone.
She looks at her messages and a mild frown begins to swipe across her brows. Not at Harry, but at herself. She wants to stop dwelling on how different things are now between them, and about how wild it is that they are actually friends. Those things are true, but the reality is that they are in the past. She and Harry are friends now, and she's happy with it.
"Da storm don't bofer me an'way!"
Cassidy snaps her head up and over to Cecelia, who has managed to sneak to stand up on the sofa, due to her mum's attention being elsewhere.
"Oi, you cheeky monkey!" Cassidy exclaims with a giggle, reaching her hand over to her daughter's stomach as she plops back down onto the cushion, and squeezing her fingers in a tickle.
"Mummy!" Cecelia squeals with a giggle that matches her mum's.
"Alright, I'll stop. Guess what?" She quickly changes the subject, causing Cecelia to look up with intense curiosity.
"What?"
"We are going to have a visitor."
Cecelia's eyes widen with anticipation and glee, causing Cassidy's heart to flutter in a way that only her daughter can elicit.
"Who? Who?"
A sudden and timely knock on the door causes both girls to jump slightly in their spots. Cassidy looks to the door, then back to Cecelia, and gives her a wink.
She pushes herself up and walks over, quickly swinging it open wide enough for Cecelia to get a full view of their surprise guest.
"Well, hell-"
"Harry!" Cecelia shouts from behind, brushing past her mum and wrapping her arms around the first leg of his that she finds.
Harry instantly laughs, shifting the items in his arms and bending down to her level, opening his free arm up to give her a hug.
"Hello there!" He exclaims, smiling as she releases her hold, and standing up to meet Cassidy's gaze. "Sorry to interrupt your Valentine's Day plans. Mum insisted I bring this over today."
He holds up a medium-sized gift bag, plastered with the word 'love' in multiple languages. It is definitely something Anne would pick out. Accompanying it is what Cassidy can only assume is a box from a bakery, due to the familiar shape and delicious aroma now wafting through the air.
"Oh, it's no problem." Cassidy replies, moving to the side and waving Harry in, closing the door behind him. "We aren't doing much."
"We're watching F'ozen! And have popcorn! And Mummy has ice c'eam!" Cecelia squeals, clearly unaware of the gift in Harry's hands, as she skips back to the sofa and plops her little body back down. "You can sit 'ere…"
She pats the spot on the opposite side to where Cassidy had been sitting, with wide sparkling eyes and a wide grin to match.
"Oh. Umm…" Harry mumbles, running one ringed hand through his hair, as he has done many times. He shoots a quick look to Cassidy, and she can see a subtle pink hue covering his cheeks. As confident and arrogant as he can be on stage, he certainly gets quiet and shy when he isn't.
"It's okay." Cassidy replies in an attempt to save him from having to disappoint the little girl. "Harry probably has plans today."
"No, I don't." He swiftly responds, causing her to quickly turn and see him shrug. "I'm free… if… if it's okay with you…"
"Sure! You're welcome to join us." She instantly states, watching as Harry's timidity turns into excitement as he rushes over, as if a child himself, placing the gift bag and baked goods on the coffee table and sitting right down beside Cecelia.
Either she doesn't notice, or shockingly doesn't care, that a present has just been set right in front of her. She smiles at Harry and turns back to the television, watching as Anna enters the trading post.
"Yoo hoo!" Cecelia exclaims along with the movie, giggling along as she nestles further into the cushions.
Cassidy wanders into the kitchen, quickly microwaving another bag of popcorn, and grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
She moves back into the living room, handing the bottle to Harry, and refilling the snack bowl that now rests in Cecelia's lap.
"You know… I've seen dis, and…" Cecelia leans to Harry, attempting to keep her voice at a whisper, though failing in the most adorable way. "Kristoff loves Anna."
Harry's mouth drops open at her spoiler, and Cassidy chuckles as she can't help but wonder whether or not he has actually seen the movie himself.
"Guess what?" Harry leans back, pretending to cover his mouth from any eavesdropping. "I've seen it too, and Anna definitely loves Kristoff as well. It just takes her a while to figure it out."
A sudden flutter arrives in Cassidy's chest, and she immediately stands up. Her feet manage to take her back to the kitchen, and as she opens the refrigerator, she bends down unnecessarily. Well, it is necessary so that she can gather her thoughts. That reaction to his words is unexpected, and he wasn't even directing them to her. He was talking about the two characters in a children's movie. He doesn't love her. Cassidy shakes her head at the ridiculous thoughts. It's got to be the context of the day that is causing all of this.
She retrieves a new drink for herself, and rejoins the two others on the sofa, steaming the snack bowl to occupy her busy mind.
"Hi, I'm Olaf, and I like warm pugs!" Harry exclaims, causing Cecelia to produce the loudest laugh from her little body.
"No, Harry! It's hugs! Olaf likes warm hugs!" She squeals.
"Wow, you know this movie well…" He replies.
"It's my fav'rite!" She shouts with glee, turning towards her mum. "It's Mummy's too!"
"Really?" Harry asks, his brow forming into an inquisitive and amused expression.
Cassidy shakes her head and Harry chuckles. Cecelia swivels her gaze to her mum, and Cassidy quickly nods in her daughter's direction.
"Things change when you have a kid." She states with a shrug.
"Mummy, wha' was your fav'rite movie?"
"As a kid?" Cassidy asks, seeing Cecelia's nod as a response. "It was Ma-"
"Matilda." Harry interrupts, a wide-eyed and shy expression instantly forming on his features. "Umm… right? I just… I remember you and Gem watching it a lot."
Cassidy fights the urge to bite her lower lip at his admission, and memory, of knowing that random fact. Why she felt the need to hide it, she doesn't know, but what she is sure of is that a mild heat is warming her own cheeks as they continue to sit in a timid silence.
"Our kitty is Matilda!" Cecelia exclaims, seemingly looking around for their pet, but swiftly turning her attention back to the television.
"Did you name her after the movie?"
"Seemed fitting at the time."
"Why's that?"
"I got her after I got kicked out. After living with your parents." Cassidy's gaze drops to her hands, which begin to fidget with each other as they clasp the popcorn bowl. "I was a little lonely."
Harry clears his throat and she looks back up to him, finding a subtle and compassionate smile. It is so much different than the arrogant smirk she had grown up with.
"Well, it's a good name. It is a good movie too! Although, it doesn't have Olaf… or the songs…"
Cecelia's gaze suddenly shoots to Harry's as she bounces in place.
"I like da songs!"
"I could tell. I heard you singing when I got to the front door. Very good!" He praises her, with all the sincerity in the world pouring out through his expression.
Her grin stretches as wide as possible and her eyes light up. Cassidy can't remember a time she has seen her daughter so elated.
"Fank you." Cecelia answers. "I like your songs too!"
Harry immediately makes eye contact with Cassidy, his mouth slightly dropped open with surprise at the young girl's exposure of their secret.
"I thought you didn't listen to my music…" He inquires, with his famous, and annoyingly arrogant smirk following along with his words.
"Well… we didn't before…" Cassidy scrunches her face, reluctant to admit anything that will boost his ego, despite it being light-hearted. "But once she met you, and learned that you're a singer, she insisted that we play your stuff."
"Mummy likes to dance to it!" Her daughter exclaims and Cassidy immediately puts the popcorn bowl in Cecelia's lap.
"Okay, let's just watch the movie…"
She looks up to find Harry's gaze still on her, and the smirk still caving that dimple into his cheek. She rolls her eyes at the way he seems to be enjoying the new information.
"Okay, Styles, don't let it get to your head. It's just like you said, your biggest supporters are your friends, right?"
His smirk quickly turns into a grin, almost matching the intensity she had seen moments ago from her daughter.
"We dance to 'em in da car." Cecelia blurts out, her young innocence completely unaware of how much she is exposing and embarrassing her mum.
"Oh yeah? Which songs?"
"Bug…" Cassidy warns with a chuckle, a rush of a blush heating her cheeks.
"I like da 'Ad-... Ado You' song." Cecelia states, turning her glance to Cassidy, who gives her a quick, defeated, and approving nod, then looks back to Harry. "And Mummy likes the gold one."
"Golden." Cassidy utters.
Harry pulls both lips inward, a slightly less expression of cockiness, but still a hint of happiness peeking through. He glances down to his lap, nothing there to look at, then over to Cecelia.
"Well, thank you for listening to them. I'm glad you like them." He states, flickering his gaze up to Cassidy momentarily and subtly smiling again before turning to the television.
Suddenly, Cecelia winces and curls a little into Harry's arm. He looks down and his breath hitches at her action.
"I don't like dis part." She mutters. "Anna gets hurt."
His eyes snap to Cassidy, wide and uncertain. As much as she wants to assure him that it's okay, a twinge of hesitation rises within her. Is this good for Cecelia to be so attached to him? He's just a friend, and Cassidy doesn't want her daughter to get confused about any of that. He's also one of the world's biggest pop stars, and she doesn't want her daughter to feel pushed to the side or left in the dust and forgotten.
However, the comfort Cecelia feels with Harry, and the strong bond they already share, warms Cassidy's heart to the maximum level. Having someone like him in her daughter's life cannot possibly be a bad thing. She can, and will, make the boundaries and realities of his career clear to her daughter as best she can. She doesn't want to take that friendship away from them. Cassidy blinks her eyes to get back into the moment, but right before her vision clears back onto Harry, she realizes that she doesn't want her friendship with him to be taken away either. They both want him in their lives, at least in that respect.
She blinks again, everything coming into view as it should be, and she notices Harry's expectant gaze. He was waiting for her reaction. She quickly smiles and nods, watching as his face and shoulders relax as he moves his arm around Cecelia and pats her shoulder for reassurance.
"It's only for a moment. Remember? True love makes her better."
"But not dat mean guy." Cecelia growls, pointing at the villain of the story, and causing both adults to let out amused laughs. "I don't like him!"
"Me either." Harry agrees, a dramatic frown appearing to mimic the sentiment.
"But I like you!" She exclaims, giving him a quick squeeze of a hug before settling back into her previous position as the scene changes to one she knows won't frighten her. "M'happy you're my f'iend!"
He looks back up to Cassidy, emoting almost every positive expression a person could have, and causing her heart to fill with the same.
"I'm glad you're my friends, too."
•••
Cecelia bounces on her mum's lap, whose attempts to keep her daughter still are all but successful.
"Hold still, Bug!" She chuckles. "Or Harry will mess it up!"
"Hey!" He quips, pausing his actions and giving her a glare. "I happen to be very good at this."
"Don't you have professional people to do it for you?" She asks, creating an even deeper frown between his brows.
"Yes. But I do it myself sometimes too!" He exclaims, turning back to Cecelia and holding her hand in his. "But your mum is right, can you be still for me?"
Cecelia nods, and readjusts her body one last time before ceasing to move. Her bright eyes focus on the brush that sweeps over her nails and leaves a coat of beautiful lilac polish. It may be the first time the toddler has ever been so controlled.
"So pretty!" She states, brimming from ear to ear as Harry fans his hand over her tiny fingers.
He places his hands gently on hers to keep them still and prevent any smudging, looking up to her with a grin of his own.
"I'm glad you like them."
"Can I pain' yours?" Cecelia asks him, a hopeful look in her eyes.
Cassidy opens her mouth to answer, wanting to spare Harry the need to deny her that opportunity.
"Of course you can!" He replies, and Cassidy's mouth drops down a little further in surprise. But it shouldn't come as a shock to her that he agreed to let her do it. He's fun, carefree, and great with kids. "But… I will have to take it off in a few days for The Brits."
"Wha's dat?"
"The Brits? Is, umm, like an awards ceremony. Kind of like… like a celebration, where singers can win trophies." He explains, giving Cassidy a subtle shrug, most likely in hopes that it was a decent enough answer, and she nods in response. He did well.
"You're gonna get trophies?" Cecelia squeals, pulling her, thankfully, dry hands from his hold, and reaching for the recently used bottle of polish.
"Maybe." He quietly answers back.
"You fink you will." She instantly replies, and Harry chuckles at the unknowing confidence she has in him. She lifts up the same nail polish used for her own fingers. "You like dis colour?"
"Harry, you don't have to-" Cassidy states quietly, still not wanting to put him in an uncomfortable or inconvenient position.
"I'd love to match you, Cece!" He exclaims, causing an amazingly bright smile, and excited giggle, from her daughter. "And I'll ask them to do a similar colour for my outfit, yeah?"
Cassidy sighs, knowing how easily Cecelia is persuading him, and how easily he is caving to it. He looks up to her and winks, mouthing that it is okay with him, and her worries wash away.
Cecelia swiftly grabs onto the hand he has already placed on the table, and begins to swipe the brush across his nails. He looks down and chuckles at her technique, which seems to be to finish the job in record time, giving each nail one thin coat of the polish.
"Done!" Cecelia shouts, placing the brush back in the bottle and looking up for Harry's approval.
"It's… amazing! Thank you so much!" He answers with enthusiasm. The young girl bounces with glee, then quickly twirls around, heading back to the sofa and starting up the movie that they had paused for their current activity.
Cassidy looks at Harry with one eyebrow raised, fully aware that her daughter's polish work is not even close to being good.
"What?" He chuckles, holding up his hands and wiggling his fingers in front of his face.
"Let me redo it."
"Not a chance. This is work done by Cecelia James." He shakes his head, blowing on his fingers in an attempt to help them set.
"At least let me fix it… just to get it off your fingers…" She offers, feeling a mild giddiness over his insistence. It still catches her off guard, but she is so grateful for how connected Harry and Cecelia are to one another, and how much he cares about her. She thinks he may even love her daughter with the way he treats her, and that is something that Cassidy will not only welcome, cautiously, but also cherish. This friendship really does seem to be working out well.
"Alright." He concedes, placing his hands back down as Cassidy dips a cotton bud into some polish remover and begins to run it around the outside of his cuticles.
"So, are you excited for The Brits?" She asks, her focus on the task in front of her.
"I suppose so." He utters.
Cassidy stops her motion and snaps her eyes up to Harry, another curious raised eyebrow pointed in his direction, needing more of an explanation.
"Aren't you nominated in two different categories?"
"Yes." He responds so plainly, in such a humble and nonchalant manner. Shouldn't he be boasting about the possibility of winning multiple awards?
"Alright… why the lack of excitement then?" She inquires, unsure and thrown off by his sudden timidity and lack of confidence.
"I'm excited, it'll be a fun night. The Brits always are." He gives a little shrug of his shoulders as his gaze points down to his nails. "I don't like to assume I'll win anything though. Everyone is so talented."
"Right. I guess that makes sense." She replies. She puts down the cotton bud and swipes her thumb along his index finger to make sure the cleaner has dried off his skin. "But not winning doesn't mean that you aren't."
A silence falls between them and as her eyes meet his, she sees a genuine smile displaying across from her. It's almost as if her statement was the biggest compliment he's ever heard. Perhaps it's due to the fact that she never used to give him any, so this one might have felt like a bigger deal than it normally would be between any other set of friends.
"Mummy…" The little voice comes from the sofa, causing both adults to turn in that direction. "Da movie is done… is it dinner time?"
"Oh! Right." Cassidy replies, straightening up in her spot. "Umm… it is, but-"
"We're havin' chicken nuggies!"
She shoots her gaze over to Harry, feeling utterly guilty that she had not known he would be present around the time they will be eating.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming… and that's what she asked for…" She utters, hoping her tone is received as nothing but apologetic.
"Oh! No, don't worry about me! I should head out anyway." He waves his hands with a reassuring gesture and begins to maneuver around the table. "I need to look over some things for the performance."
"You're performing?" Cassidy asks with excitement. Probably for the first time since his singing journey kicked off, she can openly acknowledge that she is excited about his career. "What song?"
"Can't tell you." He replies with that familiar smirk. "You'll have to watch and see."
Cassidy playfully rolls her eyes as she begins to follow his path, slowly getting closer to the exit of her flat.
"Will you… be watching?" He asks, with an anxious look and tone to his question.
"Please, Mummy?" Cecelia's little voice rings out from behind her, feeling the tiny hands wrap around her leg, and looking down to see those big, persuasive eyes waiting for an answer.
"We have to now! I want to see what song you chose!"
Her eyes flicker to Harry's and catch a glimpse of a smile, making her turn back to him fully and confirm the wide grin stretching to his cheeks.
"Good. Yeah. Thank you." He replies as he grabs his things from the table and makes his way towards the front door. "And thank you for letting me hang out."
"Well, thank you for bringing Cece her little gift. Thank your mum also."
"I will."
"Oh! And also for the Viennese Fancies! They're my absolute favourite!"
Harry's timid demeanor intensifies as he reaches up and rubs the back of his neck.
"Oh, umm, yeah those are actually… from me…"
Cassidy's eyes shoot over to the box of biscuits sitting on the coffee table and back to the man in front of her.
"Harry…"
"I know I didn't have to, Cass." He lets out a breathy laugh with the hint of mocking. Apparently he was prepared for what she was going to say. "But I wanted to. Umm… you… you both should have a little treat on Valentine's Day, yeah?"
Cassidy sighs. It's not as though she isn't appreciative. It's such a nice gesture. She just hates when people make a fuss. But more so, she hates that people even think they need to go out of their way for her. She doesn't need anything special.
But the way he is looking at her sends a sort of tingle down her spine. He knows her favourite biscuits. No, he still remembers her favourite biscuits. And he was also made the conscious effort to find and buy some to bring over, despite it not being his original plan to begin with.
"Thank you. Very much." She relents, knowing Harry and how he will argue for her to accept the gesture until he is blue in the face.
"You're most welcome. Plus… they're really for Cece." He chuckles, receiving a swift but gentle elbow to his side.
"Twerp." She shakes her head. "Those aren't her favourites though. Just mine."
"Hm." He hums in reply, looking over to the toddler, who has managed to sneak her way back to the sofa and begun to play another movie. "What are her favourites then?"
Cassidy can't help the way her heart flutters at his question. He cares to know Cecelia, and do things for her, and he doesn't even know how much that means to the both of them. It's just biscuits after all. So why is it making her blush?
"Custard creams. Just like Gem." She manages to get out with a hushed tone, not wanting to alert Cecelia of the conversation.
"Got it." He replies with a nod, looking towards the front door then turning back to Cassidy. "I should get going."
"Right! Of course. I should get those nuggets cooking, too." She chuckles, swiveling around to the direction of her daughter. "Cece, come say goodbye to Harry."
Cecelia immediately jumps up from the sofa, not even bothering to pause the new movie she has chosen. She runs up to Harry and he instantly kneels down to her level as they both open their arms and embrace in a hug.
"Happy Valen'ines Day, Harry! Was so fun wif you!" She exclaims, squeezing a little tighter around his neck. Cassidy notices his eyes snap shut for a moment, almost as tight as the little arms wrapped around him.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Cece! Thank you for letting me join in."
"Das okay!" She quickly replies, pulling away and immediately bouncing back over to the sofa.
"Hopefully this one was decent enough… for the both of you…" Harry utters, causing Cassidy to twist her attention directly onto him.
"Yeah." She mutters back, clearly her throat in an attempt to come up with other words to use as a reply. Something to describe her gratitude. "It was really nice, Harry. Thank you… for coming by. And, well, everything else."
As she ends her sentence, she realizes her words were just above a whisper. She is suddenly unsure of the reason her body is reacting the way it is.
"No problem. I'm happy Cece had a good time." He runs his hand through his hair, sending a whiff of his scent in her direction. "Hopefully you did as well."
She nods, now unable to form any response, completely aware yet uncertain as to what to say or do now. She's suddenly losing control of herself.
"Good." He reaches his arms out for a hug, with Cassidy entering into it in some sort of default mode of a daze. She feels his cheek on top of her head, and she closes her eyes to take in the embrace. "I did, too."
His words are simple, and casual, yet for some reason they send a spark through her body. She's felt it before. Similar, at least. Similar to what she's felt when she had previously been in close proximity to him. It was when they had been together, intimately together. Those nights when the boundaries were blurred and they crossed that line. She feels nervous again. But, despite the similarities in the feelings, it's also quite different. The circumstances have completely changed. And the nervousness may not be that at all. It might actually be contentment. Their situation is so different, and so much better. The friendship really is working.
Yet, that doesn't feel like the full answer. It's not only that.
And as Cassidy pulls away from their hug, catching the glimmer in Harry's gaze, her heart thumps harder. It's not only that, it's not just contentment.
Harry says another goodbye and walks out the front door, leaving Cassidy pressed against it in a flurry of thoughts.
It's not contentment she's feeling. She's giddy. But that means something else. It means she is feeling something stronger for him and that makes her terrified.
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"Excuse me, boss lady…?" A voice sounds from the doorway, causing Cassidy's focus to snap up to her coworker and friend.
"Don't call me that, it's weird." She responds, with a roll of her eyes.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Oh for fucks sake, Roxie!" Cassidy exclaims, causing a loud laugh to leave her friend, who quickly covers her mouth to muffle the noise.
"Sorry." Her friend chuckles, walking into the room and sitting in the chair across Cassidy, parted by her new office desk. "Elyse said she's on her way. Maybe 10 minutes."
"Oh thank god." Cassidy lets out a huge sigh of relief, and feels her body relax for the first time since she walked into the office this morning.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh. It's just loads of new stuff to learn."
"Well, yeah. Senior Writer to Editor is a big jump, love!" Roxie exclaims, a proud yet compassionate expression on her face.
It's not as if Cassidy can't do the job. She wouldn't have applied, and clearly wouldn't have gotten it, if she couldn't do it. She just needs to learn the ropes. And fast.
"I'm only a Junior Edit-"
"Don't do that." Her friend's tone suddenly becomes stern, and her expression matches it quickly. "Don't minimize your job. Or your success."
Cassidy pinches her lips together, fighting the urge to argue, but knowing she will ultimately need to concede.
"Be proud of yourself!" Roxie adds. "I am!"
"Thank you." Cassidy mutters back, hearing a notification pop up on her phone. She opens it quickly as she sees it's from Elyse, the one who is training her for the new position, and another sigh of relief leaves her body. "Elyse just sent over some of the articles for me to look at before she gets here."
"Oh?" Roxie asks, intrigue dripping from her words. "Is mine in there?"
Cassidy turns to her computer, searching through the files she recently received, as she feels her friend slowly scoot around the desk and up next to her.
She looks over the titles and lands on one that catches her attention, unintentionally clicking it open before her brain can register what her fingers are doing.
HARRY STYLES AND KENDALL JENNER REUNITE AT A BRIT AWARDS AFTER PARTY
As soon as the article draft appears on her screen, her eyes are met with a few photos that trigger a memory from years ago. Granted, these ones are not risque like those from before, but the same sharp twinge of something hits Cassidy's chest. She hates to think it, and won't admit it aloud, but what she is feeling could be jealousy. Is jealousy. Just like before.
"I'm surprised you weren't assigned to write about The Brits…" Roxie states.
"I'm… it's… because I'm a Junior Editor now." Cassidy manages to reply.
"Right, but you're still going to write articles occasionally." Roxie shrugs, scooting in even closer to Cassidy so they are shoulder to shoulder. She leans in and releases a hushed giggle. "And since you have a thing for a certain British pop star that you know personally, I figured you'd snatch that assignment right up…"
"I don't have a thing for him!" Cassidy instantly replies, her wide eyes searching the vicinity for any potential eavesdropping coworkers.
"Oh come on, it's Harry fucking Styles! I'm pretty sure my cousin would hit that… and she hasn't seen a dick in twenty years! Who doesn't have a thing for him?"
"Me." She states sternly, yet politely. "We're… just friends. Good friends, but yeah, just friends."
Friends. That's what they are. And all that, the glitz and glamour she sees in front of her, that's his life. Awards shows, star-studded parties, celebrity girlfriends. That's what his life consists of, and she's been naive in thinking that their casual, comfortable interactions are the norm for him. Which doesn't matter. She's happy for him, and actually proud of all he's accomplished. As his friend, now, she's going to do what all his other friends do and support him through it all.
She closes her eyes for a moment. What she was feeling on Valentine's Day was silly. He is immersed in this world of fame. Not only would she, and Cecelia, not fit into it in a more significant capacity, but why would he even want them to? He is still Harry Styles, and even though the visuals in front of her don't portray anything more than two people having a conversation, she recognizes it'll never be her. And to be anything more than a friend to him is a ridiculous thought.
Friendship is good. That's what he wanted all those years ago, that's what he wants now, and so does she. What they have is good, great even, and it's benefiting Cecelia too, so she doesn't want to let any irrational thoughts or feelings get in the way of that. She can't. So she won't.
Friends, they are just friends.
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stupid
DATE: MARCH 27, 2023
summary: as a challenge, you try to get yourself out of handcuffs. eventually, you find yourself unsuccessful, leaving you confined to your bed. when your roommate harry sees your predicament, he can’t help but be a little turned on, especially when he notices that you are too.
song: invisible string- taylor swift
words: 5.8k
warnings: SMUT (f-receiving [fingering, bondage {handcuffs}], m-receiving [masturbation], praise kink, unprotected sex [coming inside], dirty talk), some pining, and language
note: a cheesy ass storyline but it still has me in a chokehold. also, i’m posting this at 3 am :D (sorry if the gif is all weird)
fratrry x college!reader (my favorite pairing 🤭)
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“Oh, fuck me.”
It was stupid—you were so stupid.
Your heart falls in a panic as you thrash around on your bed, trying to break the cuffs surrounding your wrists.
You got caught up in a video. Some stupid video you scrolled to on the internet that explained how to escape handcuffs in an emergency. With a Bobby pin. You watched the full thing out of curiosity and boredom, but then decided to try it.
Because why the hell not, right?
Who the hell has a Bobby pin in an emergency? You didn’t think about this part until after you were stuck.
You rummaged through your messy closet, searching for the cuffs. Luckily, you were a bit of a hoarder and kept mainly everything you bought. One year for Halloween you were a cop (basic, but cute), so of course you had handcuffs when you bought the outfit.
Huh, they’re way nicer than you remember.
Snatching the handcuffs, you sat back on your bed and rewatched the video again. The demonstrator was handcuffed to the leg of a table while the instructor showed the camera and directed the viewers. Once you felt confident enough, you were going to attempt it.
At this moment, you didn’t think twice about how stupid it might be.
You looked around your room for somewhere to practice. You didn’t want to use the table in the small dining room because it was crowded with stuff on it. Plus, you didn’t want your roommate, Harry, to walk through the door and see you doing another stupid thing you found on the internet.
The amount of times he’s caught you doing something strange is ridiculous. To anyone else, it would be embarrassing. But Harry is your best friend, who is able to keep up with your madness, and who you might maybe have a crush on. Okay fine, it was a big, fat, stupid crush.
90% of the time your internet attempts were some type of trick that ends in something breaking.
But this—this has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever attempted.
Your eyes circled around the entire room before you landed on your bedpost.
Stable. Unmoving. Bingo.
Reaching up and turning your head, you locked one of the cuffs to your wrist. Then you grab the small pin in the other hand. You loop the chain around the pole and cuff that hand. Facing the locked cuffs, you cramp your hand in a certain way that allows you to ram the pin into the lock hole. You twist it easily and free yourself from the cuffs.
You smirk to yourself at how easy it was. You decide to do it another time. And then another. You got confident with the movements, so you switched the pin to your non-dominant hand. It was slightly trickier, but you were still able to release yourself.
Knowing yourself, you wouldn’t stop until the challenge became a real challenge. So you decided to make it a little harder.
You made sure your body was facing forward, away from the post, before looping the chain around the wooden pole. You clicked the cuff on your left wrist, locking you to the post.
Now, you would try to unlock the cuffs blindly.
With the pin in your dominant hand, you try to maneuver it so it can reach the lock opening. You feel around with your fingers as much as they allow, trying to picture where the hole is. Thinking you felt it, you confidently jam the pin into it before twisting it.
However, your confidence failed you because you were too cocky. The pin slides through one of the chain links that you mistook for the lock hole and slips from your fingers. You let out a small gasp as it does, realizing what position you’ve gotten yourself into this time.
“Oh, fuck me.”
It was stupid—you were so stupid.
Your heart falls in a panic as you thrash around on your bed, trying to break the cuffs surrounding your wrists. Your eyes dodge around the room, trying to think of a solution. You notice the key to the cuffs lying tantalizingly on the bed. It was way too close for you to reach it with your foot, and you obviously couldn’t bend your head down to grab it.
There was only one thing you would do; wait for Harry to come home.
—
Harry presses a button on the treadmill, slowing down the conveyor belt beneath him. He huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath. Even though he feels like he’s killing himself at the gym sometimes, he can’t help but love the feeling afterwards. That post-workout sensation that motivates him to get up and walk in the gym the next day. It was addicting to say the least.
As he steps off the treadmill, his phone begins to buzz. He looks down at the contact, feeling his heart buzz similarly at the name. He slips his finger across the glass, answering your FaceTime call.
“What’s up?” Harry answers the phone, holding it up so you could see his sweaty face while he stares at your ceiling. He packs up his bag and heads towards the locker rooms.
“I need help,” You shout, loudly enough so Harry could hear you from the phone, which was at the end of the bed. You had finally used some cells in your brain to use Siri to FaceTime him. Harry scrunches his eyebrows and stands stucksill in the middle of the locker room. Without hesitation, he starts to head for the exit of the building, thinking you’re in some type of life-threatening emergency.
“What? Are you okay?” Harry speaks anxiously as he reaches his car and turns the engine on.
“I’m fine! I’m fine! I just need you to…help me out,” You reassure hastingly with a grunt, continuing to thrash around as if that’s going to work.
It hasn’t for the past half hour.
Harry’s heart calms down a few beats, since your life clearly isn’t threatened. He hears the clanging of the metal to the wood.
“What’s that noise?” He questions, scrunching his nose.
“It’s, um, me,” You squeak vaguely. It was so embarrassing that the words couldn’t even leave your mouth without a cringe rolling through your body.
In a flashing moment, the pieces finally clicked in Harry’s head.
“You did another challenge again, didn’t you?” You stayed silent, too stubborn to admit that he was right and that you were stupid. He knew you well enough to know that your silence meant he was right, so he scoffed and groaned before hanging up the phone.
After parking in his usual spot, he grabs his gym bag and heads for your shared apartment. He trudges up the stairs, his legs brutally sore after today. Harry fumbles with the keys until he unlocks the door. When he walks in, he instantly hears you shouting his name in relief.
“Harry! Oh my god!” Harry knew it was wrong to be thinking the way he was thinking, but he couldn’t help it.
He imagined those words as moans spewing from your mouth as you lie underneath him. He envisioned fucking you deep and slow so you’d feel every inch of him. If he lingered on the idea long enough, he could imagine the depth of your cunt as he sinks into it, all wet and snug around his cock. Your hands would pull on his hair as he said the most sinful things to you. Some nights he had to conjure this type of fantasy to relieve himself, and he felt selfish every time.
He couldn’t believe that he was turned on simply from your voice.
God, he wanted you so bad.
Throwing his gym bag on the messy table, he heads for your room and discards his thoughts. The door is wide open, and before he even gets inside, he’s facing your predicament.
Your arms are raised above your head while your wrists remain trapped in metal confinements. Your body was slumped, probably tired from trying to escape. Your chest rises up and down in frustration. He could sense the irritation radiating off of you. It was laughable. Very, very laughable.
But his mind wandered back to his thoughts from a few minutes ago when he imagined pounding into you. Now, in his new fantasy, you were cuffed to your bed. Just like you are now, you wouldn’t be able to have your hands in his hair, but he’d lower his head in between your legs this time. The thought—the sight— of you in those cuffs was about to send him in a spiral.
He was half hard.
“Fuck me,” He muttered, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply.
“Are you going to help me or just stand there and watch my misery?”
“I don’t know, I kind of like it,” Harry teased, being honest, but not in the way you probably thought.
You weren’t the type for one-night stands. But when he saw you bring home the person you were dating (at the time), some deep, unwanted feeling burned in his stomach. Harry eventually labeled the feeling as hatred; he hated everyone you brought home, no matter how nice they were in the morning aftermath. You and Harry got too close, too friendly for anything like that to be allowed.
So, he would invite girls over because he realized he couldn’t have you. And eventually that created a cycle he couldn’t break because, again, he couldn’t have you. He couldn’t break it without you. No amount of girls or any other girls made him feel the way you made him feel.
He thought whatever he was feeling for you made him weak, but it really made him stronger, better.
Now, he stood a few feet from your bed, arms crossed in amusement. He hopes that if he joked enough you wouldn’t notice the bulge growing in his gym shorts.
You felt a rush of heat creep up your neck at his words. Although he can be sweet and soft, Harry was as much of a frat boy as the rest of them. He talked women up and brought them back to his room with his panty-melting smirk. You couldn’t help but envy them every time you heard the noises they made, knowing that Harry was the one causing them. Your stupid crush and hormonal body made his words sound like some sexual innuendo, but you knew Harry wouldn’t truly have any intentions behind it.
So what if he makes flirty, teasing comments that make your stomach drop and your heart race a million miles an hour? They weren’t intentional and he does it with everyone.
“Like it? Kinky shit,” You mumbled to yourself as your neck burns up, but of course Harry wasn’t going to let that slide. He was going to have a little fun with it.
“What did you say?” Harry leaned towards you with his ear, now wandering closer to your bed. You glared at him in irritation.
“Nothing. Just open the cuffs!” You said, ignoring him without making eye contact.
“No, I don’t think I will. This is quite fun actually,” He crosses his arms and smugly smiles, teetering on his feet. He should have left by now to take care of his erection that’s pulsing in his shorts, but he’s having too much fun. This is truly one of the stupidest things you’ve done. You roll your eyes as you wriggle your wrists pathetically, attempting a lost cause. Harry laughs, clearly enjoying your misery.
“Do you get off on this or something?”
“Maybe,” Harry shrugs. You don’t know why, but your heart skipped a beat and your neck continued to be aflame. The slight thought that Harry might be attracted to you, even if it was you at your mercy, caught you off guard. Slightly. “You have to admit it’s a little arousing.”
Your heart rate increases as he steps closer to you, eyes doe-y and wide as you take in the view. Every comeback or quick wit washes away from you.
“Is it?” He asks.
“Is it what?” You try to focus on the conversation, but it’s hard when his post-workout body is standing only inches away from you. In any other scenario, you would have pushed him away or brushed off his comment. But you can’t run away this time. Instead of looking at him, you stare at some spot on the floor.
“Is it arousing for you? To be all helpless and needy?” His voice is taunting. His words caused your cunt to instinctively clench, making your thighs do the same. His eyesight peered at your legs for a moment, hopefully not noticing the action.
“No,” You lied straight through your teeth. Your hands turned into fists as you dug your nails into your palms, trying to keep it together.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes,” No.
“I don’t like liars, Y/N,” Harry raises his eyebrows in a hurtful way and then slowly starts backing away. You shake your head in confusion as he heads for the door. “Now, I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be back.”
“Harry Edward Styles, do not leave me here!” You shout as you squirm for the millionth time. But he leaves and walks out of the room. He purposefully leaves the door open and heads down the hall into your shared bathroom.
Harry had a plan. If you weren’t willingly going to tell him you were aroused, which it was very obvious that you are, he would tease you. It was his greatest strength.
After turning on the shower and stripping from his clothes, he purposefully leaves his door open too, so you can hear everything. Once he gets in, he doesn’t hesitate to take his aching erection in his palm. He strokes his length as his body gets lathered in water.
Pictures of you with the cuffs appear in his head; helpless, needy, and vulnerable, just like he said. Based on your reactions, he could tell you were turned on by something and Harry was sure to crack you. He’s been waiting for this moment for a long time. Now, all he has to do is not fuck up.
He imagines you squirming underneath him as he rubs your clit, desperate for relief and freedom from the confinements.
“Harry!” You called out, but it was hopeless. You could hear him in the shower, taunting you. Your mind went straight to the image of his naked body and pictured it above you. You’ve never even seen him fully naked, but just the thought of it aroused you even more.
His strokes became faster as you shouted, rubbing his thumb over his leaking slit. In his mind, he translated them as moans of his name, which motivated him to pump brisker.
“Fuck, Y/N,” He groaned loud, for once hoping you heard him.
His balls tighten as another fantasy explores his mind: you on your knees, cuffs behind your back, as you suck his cock. Your eyes peering up at him innocently with tears brimming your ducts would send him into a lustful frenzy. He moaned noisily, his sounds bouncing off the tiled walls and down the hall.
You could hear everything. Including the way his name groggily fell from his lips in that sultry voice you only heard in dreams. Your panties dampened with each loud groan, forcing you to bend your knees toward your chest and rub them together to stop the nearly painful ache.
It was so unfair.
“I’m gonna come, angel,” He nearly whined as his palm slammed on the shower wall, fist pumping fiercely to reach his orgasm. The name slipped from his mouth, but it fit you perfectly.
A small whimper elicited from your lips at his noises, your legs crossing together in agony. You controlled yourself to not roll your hips in the air, because that was rock-bottom level pathetic, no matter how badly you needed him. This was torture.
His knees nearly buckled when his orgasm hit him hard, his balls squeezing and shaft twitching. Spurts of his release paint the walls that are soon washed away by the water as he calms himself down. With breathy sounds and dazed movements, he completes the rest of his shower before turning the water off and wrapping a towel around his waist.
He barely wastes time drying off before waltzing back into your room. Staring at your helpless figure caused a familiar ache in his cock, even though he just had an orgasm. He was insatiable when it came to you apparently.
Your eyes shot daggers at Harry, freshly showered and smelling like some woodsy soap that only reminded you of him. A white towel hung low around his waist and water droplets stuck to his body like he was straight out of a rom-com film. The burning in your lower belly and the pulsing between your legs never ceased. Your chest was rising quicker than it should have for being chained to the bed.
“Something you want to say?” Harry taunted with that smug smirk plastered on his face, slowly padding towards your bed.
His eyes pierced into yours, trying to force you into admitting. He sat on the edge of your bed beside your bare legs with the towel daring to slip off. Your head told you to not fall for his longing gaze while your body begged you to submit.
Your logic could only take you so far with the overpowerment of your body.
“No,” You replied with clenched teeth.
“No?”
He brought his hand to smooth over your shins, firing bolts of electricity straight to your clit. You involuntarily squeezed your thighs again to dull the ache, and you hated yourself for how obvious your arousal was. Harry slightly tilted his head condescendingly innocent, waiting for your response. But you tightly bit your bottom lip, refusing to say another word. You didn’t trust your next breath because if he kept touching you, you’d moan from just his hands on your knees.
“Hypothetically,” You didn’t like where this was going. It was scary, out-of-the-friend-zone territory. “If I were to check, you’re saying you wouldn’t be wet at all?”
You bit on your tongue. Hard. Harry shouldn’t be allowed to say the word “wet” in his deep, post-orgasm voice. When he touches you, you shouldn’t cave so easily.
Why did you have to like him? Your best friend and your roommate? That’s setting yourself up for failure.
Being the stubborn person that you are, you still continued to play snarky, even if you were soaking so much in your panties that you might be leaking through your shorts. “Not a single drop.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I jus’ took a look, right? I know you jus’ love being right,” His hands rub along your legs until they’re on your knees and lower thighs.
He’s not wrong, and you hate that. Why does he have to make everything so difficult? He could simply just unlock the cuffs and go back into his room like nothing happened. So why is he making such a big deal about it? Unless he…no way.
“Go right ahead,” You tried to sound confident, but you squeaked, heart beating rapidly. Did he want this as much as you?
A sly smirk creeps onto his lips as his palms snake higher up your legs until they’re at the hem of your shorts. Your breath hitches in your throat, too afraid to make any noise because it might betray you. How does one act unaffected when they are very much affected?
“Gonna take these off now,” He narrates, and then slowly slides off your shorts. You didn’t breathe, just watched it happen. Your heart was running a marathon in your chest, and you thought you might go into cardiac arrest. With your shorts now on the floor, your legs remain closed. You know that the second you open them you will be proven wrong.
Harry’s fingers sneak in between your thighs and practically pry them open, your right leg hanging off the bed. You gasp at the sudden vulnerability and sharply turn your head in embarrassment. You can feel his smirk and piercing eyes burn into your skin screaming “told you so” while he tsks, but he doesn’t openly say it. He caresses your upper thighs, so close to your panty line.
“Aw,” He says patronizingly when his hands pinch the sensitive skin of your thighs, causing you to subtly roll your hips toward him with a small yelp. “Helpless and needy.”
“Harry,” You tried to sound threatening, but it was breathy and quiet. “We…can’t.”
“Why not?” His reply was instant, almost too fast for you to register. His hand gripped your thigh, making you whimper shyly. You didn’t have a valid reason why you couldn’t.
The worst thing that would happen is that you would fall in love with him and he would leave you in the dust, just like every other one of his hook-ups. You didn’t want to be that to Harry. If you two did this, would everything you guys have built as friends just go to waste? Would you have to move out and find a new place?
“I don’t just want to be another one of your hook-ups. When I have sex, it means something to me,” Why did you always have to make it so difficult? God, you’ve wanted him for the longest time and you’re saying this? He’s just going to run away. He doesn’t want to deal with this shit.
“Y/N, I promise you’re not jus’ another one of those girls. If you knew what I was thinkin’...”
“What are you thinking?” You whispered. His fingers trail up to your panties and tickle the area of your mound. You gasp, as the pad of his thumb presses to your clit. It pulses and throbs beneath him, begging to be touched without the barrier of the thin fabric.
“Want to feel you wrapped ‘round me while I’m deep inside of you,” He informed gravely, eyes concentrated on his own fingers. You whimper again, pushing your hips into his touch. “Want to hear your sweet noises.”
“Oh,” You bite your lip harshly.
“Want to kiss you. Everywhere. Want to wake up and see you next to me. Want to come home to you in my bed, in my clothes.”
“Harry,” This time, his name fell from your lips as a delicate moan, endeared by his words. Your mind becomes hazy from everything; his touch, his voice, his words. You only need one thing now. “Please.”
That’s all he needed. He gradually slips off your panties until they’re joining your shorts on the floor. The air breezes over your drenched cunt, contrasting the burning of your skin. His thumb rubs over your bundle of nerves again, but this time you mewl at the bare contact.
“You’re soaked, angel,” Voice rough and deep, he grunts as his middle finger teases your wet folds. You buck into his hand, desperate for more. Harry’s lips curl into that familiar smirk before he slips his finger inside.
You moan noisily, not trying to remain quiet anymore. You didn’t care. His digit runs deep, nudging your G-spot. The deeper he went, the more your folds could feel his icy cold ring. You panted and wheezed embarrassingly when he slipped his ring finger inside. He pumps torturing slowly, making it possible for you to feel every detail of his skin sliding in and out of you. Your eyes roll back while your hips squirm under him. He glides his opposite hand beneath your T-shirt, thumbs caressing the underside of your breast.
“Harry, fuck,” Your stomach burned. Actually, everything burned. Your wrists struggled against the metal. Your muscles coiled tightly, alerting you that you were getting close. You weren’t surprised that he had you on the brink of an orgasm in a matter of a few minutes.
“Am I making you feel good, angel?” Lustful and sensual, Harry began to pump faster, realizing you were close. Your back arched toward him, seeking to be closer. You wanted to be melting into his skin because you were so attached to him.
“So good, H. I’m close,” You mewled as his thumb brushed over your pebbled nipple. He multi-tasked; his index finger and thumb twisted your aching nipple while his other hand curled deliciously inside of you. Your walls squeezed his digits and your legs began to spasm at the overwhelming sensations.
Not a second later, you felt a wave of relief flush over your body. Your heart thumped rapidly against your ribs and your face scrunched in undeniable pleasure. Harry’s movements slowed as he helped you ride out your unforgettable orgasm.
“You’re so pretty when you come, baby,” Harry compliments, still caressing your breast. You wearily smile, heat burning your skin from his words. He raises his fingers up to his own mouth and licks away your release. For some reason, you opened your mouth thinking he was going to put them in yours.
His eyebrows raise and that cocky smirk comes back before he’s laying his damp digits on your tongue. You suck, swirling your tongue erotically as he barely moves them. Your glossy eyes remain locked on his, never looking away.
“Fuck,” He mumbles before yanking them out of your mouth. His cock twitches impatiently under the towel, neglected. “Dirty girl, huh?” It was your turn to smirk now.
“Need to be inside of you,” He removes the towel and you nearly faint right there. Long and thick, his cock was pink and pulsing at the tip. Precum oozed from his slit and you had the urge to put him in your mouth just like his fingers had been. Harry’s eyes looked at you like he was hungry, and if he didn’t have you he would starve.
“H, what the hell,” You wheezed as he spread your legs wider apart and stroked his painful erection with his palm.
“What?” He questions, hissing as he looks at your soaking pussy again. He never wants to forget the sight of you fucking drenched for him. He’s wanted this too long and too much for this to be a simple one-time thing.
He knows that the second he enters you, you are his. No one else’s. He’s going to ruin you for every other man.
“You’re… huge. Where have you been hiding that thing?” Panting, you start to get nervous. Everything becomes so real. This wasn’t a part of your imagination or some fantasy you conjured up. Harry was really in front of you, and he just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm.
You force yourself to get out of your head and live in the moment for once.
Harry chuckles hoarsely, and leads his tip towards your entrance. His body hovers over yours, face cradling in your neck. “Fuck, my condoms are in my room–”
“I’m on birth control.”
“I–are y’sure? About this, I mean.”
“I’ve never been more ready,” You smile at him endearingly. If your hands were free, you would have stroked his cheek.
“And I’ve also never been so impatient–” Cutting you off, Harry finally slides into you a couple of inches. You both share a string of groans and moans at the completely bare contact. You were more snug around Harry than he’d imagined—he thought he was going to come on the spot. He’s barely halfway in and you already feel a stretch.
More arousal leaks from you while your walls throb around him. His lips press into the skin of your neck and you inhale that woodsy scent again like flavored oxygen. Like you need it to live. His damp hair tickles your neck while your chest moves rapidly with the beat of your heart. You wish you could lace your hands through it.
“I need you to move, H,” You whisper, so quietly that if he wasn’t so close to you he probably wouldn’t have heard.
Obeying your request, he pulls out almost all the way before sinking back into you. Most of his length is in you as he pumps leisurely. Harry grits his teeth as your walls flutter around him, clutching him like a goddamn vice. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He doesn’t want to ruin this by going too hard. He wants to savor this moment forever. He repeats the action a few times before you get frustratingly impatient.
“Harry, I need more. Please,” Your words of plead cause him to screw his eyes shut.
“I don’t want to hurt you, angel.”
“Big ego you got there,” You roll your eyes as you rock your hips towards his. “Fuck me like you hate me. Please.”
A wavering sigh falls from his lips before he yanks himself completely out of you. You thought for a moment that you scared him off, but then, his cock slams back into you. An echoing moan bounces off the walls of the room while he pounds roughly.
His pace is brutal and concentrated, the head of his dick repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot inside of you. Your pussy clenches him, never wanting to let him go. Harry bucks his hips, ramming into your cunt at a new angle. Out of instinct, you go to move your hands to touch him, but are painfully reminded that you can’t.
“I want to touch you,” You plead, thrashing your wrists within the metal cuffs.
“No,” Grunting, he thrusted impossibly deeper–he practically melted into you.
You groan while he lifts up your left leg to shift it. He moves strategically and briskly, his thrusts never falting. Your eyes spin to the back of your head while the world around you seems to fade away. The only things that existed were you and Harry. But even in this moment, you two felt like you were one. When his lips began littering soft, pinched kisses on your neck, you thought you were going to lose it.
“Oh my God, Harry,” You sighed, hazy in bliss. Every ridge and vein of his cock could be felt through each hearty thrust. His noises varied from deep growls and soft moans, and you swear with just his sounds you teetered closer to your second orgasm.
“So fuckin’ tight, angel,” His breath fanned over your neck that was being covered in his love bites. The noises that fell from your lips were uncontrollable; you didn’t care if your neighbors could hear and you didn’t care if they would send a complaint the next day.
“Kiss me, H,” He didn’t hesitate to listen. After months of waiting, his lips finally collided with yours.
Interlocking, your lips molded together like the perfect experiment. Your chemistry bubbled up and created a flame the color of ecstasy. A firework of emotions burst all around you. He never halts his movements, pumping barbarically in and out while his tongue explores your mouth. To kill you even more, his free hand slips down in between you both and rubs your throbbing clit with a brutal pace.
How does he know how, when, and where to hit?
You become overwhelmed with feeling; everything was so pleasant and blissful, even if the scene was unbelievably dirty, it just aroused you more. Even if it was too much, you somehow couldn’t get enough.
He mumbles profanities as you squeeze his shaft firmly because that familiar wave was so close. Just a few more thrusts…
“Killin’ me every time you do that, baby.”
“I’m gonna come. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” As you spoke, your muscles tightened and your legs wrapped around his torso, forcing him lower inside. He groans as you clenched around him again, orgasm finally releasing from you. Broken moans echo throughout the room as your high causes you to feel floaty. Your heart thumps in euphoria and overwhelming affection. Surrounded in a cloud of rapture, the only thing on your mind was to have him come inside of you.
Luckily, he wasn’t far behind. As he attempts to pull out, about to come, you whine and beg him to stay.
“Want me to come in you, hm? Who knew you were so dirty,” He taunts and you hum in response, simply just feeling him as you ride out your high. “Gonna be the death of me, angel.”
You jerked your hips forward, sensitive and squirmy, as his cock twitches. Before you know it, Harry is coating your walls with his release. Your eyes roll back for the hundredth time tonight, savoring the sensation of his ropes of cum. His heart pounds quickly like a galloping horse, still in denial of everything that just occurred.
Everything felt so surreal, you were positive that Harry had sent you into an oblivion. His strokes become sloppy as he tucks every last drop into your cunt, just like you wanted.
“H…” You don’t even know what to say. You were speechless. Harry literally fucked the words out of you.
“Are you okay?” Was his first question, his first words to you in the aftermath. Your heart swells for some odd reason, even though that is the bare minimum.
“Yes,” Was the only thing you could say in response. In a moment, you came to the realization that the bottom half of your body was naked. Your muscles jittered as you close your legs, covered in wetness.
“Y/N, I…” He wanted to tell you everything. Right now. There was no better moment than right now to tell you everything. Right?
But how does he say it?
You knew Harry was about to say something sentimental or serious. You knew when he was about to say something meaningful that it took him time to find the right words. That was one of the things you found most endearing and adorable about him. His next words were either going to break your heart or make you want to have sex again. Either way, you might cry.
“I feel fuckin’ stupid,” Okay, those were not the meaningful words you expected to come out of his mouth. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “I feel fuckin’ stupid for you. Do y’know how hard it is to live with someone you feel so strongly about? It’s bloody crazy. You drive me insane, Y/N. I’ve waited so long for this thinking that if I had you once it would be enough. But I like you too much for this to be a one-time thing. I need more than this. I need you.”
Your mouth was wide open, shoulders slouching with your arms hanging. You were positive your arms had fallen asleep with the amount of time they’ve been hanging, but your heart was too full to care. That organ in your chest inflated with the admission he spoke. Those words might not have been as heartwarming or movie-like to other people, but to you, there was a strong, heartfelt passion that was real and true. You were surprised he cracked first. You surely thought it would be you.
“Harry, I–”
“If you don’t feel the same, I understand–”
“Goddamnit, Harry! Take these cuffs off of me so I can kiss you, you doof!”
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Loved You First
Summary: This was a request by: roryknoelle on Wattpad - "Could you do a friends to lovers smut with y/n and Harry, where Harry keeps seeing her date someone else, gets jealous and finally confesses. Also could you make it as dirty as possible lmao"
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, semi forced actions, unprotected sex, oral(both), fingering, semi masterbation, alcohol use, F I L T H
Master
Fine Line Harry
"So." Harry says, "You have a date tonight?"
I nod, "Yeah." I look over at him, "Is that okay with you?"
He laughs, "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"
I shrug, "I don't know. It seemed like there was more to it." He shakes his head and goes back to watching tv, "I just wasn't sure if we were hanging out tonight or not."
"Oh god, did we have plans to? Did I totally double book myself?" I ask in a panic. He smile and shakes his head, "No, no. I was just asking."
I let out a sigh, "Oh okay. Good. We can hang out after?"
He raises his eyebrows, "What if he wants to come back here after? What are you going to tell him about the very handsome man camping out on your couch?"
He smirks and I laugh, "Okay first off. That was very egotistical, and second off, I wouldn't bring a guy back to my place. I don't want them knowing where I live until I know them better."
I look up from washing the dishes and he's looking at the tv, "Did you hear anything I said?"
He looks over at me, "What? Sorry. You lost me after you called me egotistical." He smirks and looks back at the tv.
I roll my eyes and smile. My eyes linger on Harry until my phone dings. He looks over and I quickly look away from him. I wipe my hands on my pants and pick up my phone,
Shawn: Would you like to meet at 6 for dinner instead of 8?
"He wants to meet at six instead of eight? Is that weird?" I bite my fingernail and look at Harry.
He shrugs, "Maybe he turns into a werewolf at nine." He move his fingers up and down, "Oooooo."
I laugh, "Stop it."
"How many dates have you been on with this guy?" Harry walks up and leans on the counter.
"This will be three."
"Three? Hmm." He shakes his head.
"What?"
He shakes his head and holds his hands out.
"Harry. What?" I walk over and set my phone down on the counter, "Talk to me."
"I think.. I'm going to go to the bar tonight." He taps the counter, "Feel free to join me?"
"You know.. hold on." I tap my screen and smile as I do.
"What are you doing? Y/N. What are you-" he snatches my phone right after I hit send.
"Does your sister want to come out for drinks with us? I have a friend who is single and we can do a double date if you want." He drops the phone and looks at me with his mouth open, "Why? What. I don't-" he shakes his head.
"Come on, Harry. We can still hang out and you can maybe meet someone. His sister is very pretty and he did mention that all she ever finds is assholes, so I kind of talked you up a little bit so please. Don't be an asshole."
He sighs, "Y/N.. I don't.. I meant alone. With-"
"I know. But going to the bar sounds a lot more fun than some boring dinner." I look down at my phone.
"So he's boring?" Harry crosses his arms, "Hmm."
I shake my head, "No, no. I just mea-"
"No no." He cuts me off, "I know. You'd rather have me there incase things go south and you need a little pick me up."
I tilt my head, "That was one time Harry." I smirk slightly, "But it was a very good time. I will say that."
"My ego thanks you." He laughs, "I'm going to head home and get ready, I guess I'll go to the bar with you and your thing. I'll be back later."
"The thing's sister, Harry. You have a date, too!" I yell as he shuts my door.
——
There's a knock on my door and I walk to it, "Coming."
I open the door and put the back of my earring on, "Hey." I say with a smile. Harry is dressed in a pair of white pants and a black half unbuttoned shirt. I close the door and turn around, eyeing him up and down.
Harry looks me up and down and walks in, "Hello to you, too." I smile and pull my dress down, "Too much?"
He shakes his head and gives me a quick, "No."
"You okay?"
He mumbles something, but I can hear what he says.
"What?"
"I said I'm great. I just need a drink." He smiles and motions to the door, "Are we ready to go meet thing one and thing two?"
I laugh slightly, "Yeah yeah. I have to grab my purse and then we can go."
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The car ride to the bar was very quiet, which isn't normal for Harry, but I didn't push because if it was really bothering him he'd talk to me .. eventually.
"Ready?" I ask giving him a smile. He smiles slightly and reaches over to fix my hair, "You look beautiful. If he doesn't see it, he's a fucking idiot."
He gets out of the car and I get out after him, "Thank you, Harry." I nudge his arm as he opens the door for me. I walk in and stand there, looking through the people for Shawn and his sister.
He raises his hand and I wave back, "They're over there. Come on!" I yell over the music to Harry and grab his wrist, pulling him along behind me.
"Hey, you look beautiful." Shawn says pulling me in for a hug. He glances over at Harry and his face kind of falls. Harry smirks and holds his hand out, "Hi, I'm Harry."
Shawn looks down at me and slowly stretches his arm out, "Shawn." He looks back at me and smiles, "Oh." His voice is nervous, "My sister is.." his hand falls down with a slap on his leg, "Already dancing with another guy."
I frown, "Did you tell her about Harry?"
He nods, "Yeah. Yeah I-"
"Oh my god, you must be y/n. Shawn talks about you all the time." She leans in and hugs me.
She's clearly tipsy already.
"Who's your friend?" She asks biting her lip while looking at Harry.
"That's Harry, Zoe." Shawn says quickly, "Harry. Zoe."
She walks over and lays a hand on Harry's arm.
I straighten up and look up at Harry, who looks very unamused.
"You're much more good looking than Shawn made you out to be. Come dance with me?" Zoe pulls on his arm and he pulls his arm away, "I need to drink."
He keeps his eyes on me until he turns to the bartender.
"He seems very.. gentleman like." Shawn clears his throat and looks down at me, "What are you having?"
"Already got it." Harry cuts in. He places a glass in my hand, "Tequila sunrise." He smiles and winks at me.
"Oh, yeah. Cool, cool." Shawn clenches his jaw and lets out a sigh, "Why don't we go dance? Yeah?"
I look over my shoulder mouthing a "thank you" to Harry. He nods and holds his drink up and Zoe walks back up to him.
I kind of feel guilty for setting him up on a blind date.
Shawn grabs my hips with his hands and I sip my drink. He spins me around and my eyes immediately find Harry.
His eyes are set on me and only me. Zoe keeps trying to talk to him but he just shrugs and nods, not breaking his stare.
She looks over at me and gives me a mean look, moving closer to Harry with a smirk growing on her face.
Shawn spins me around and pulls me closer to him, moving his body with mine.
I suddenly feel sick, like I don't want to be here anymore. I step back and finish my drink, "I need another one."
He nods and leads me back to the bar.
Zoe is still blabbing to Harry and he nods, "Mhm." Shawn hands me drink and I sit down on the bar stool.
"So, y/n." Shawn sits down and lays a hand on my thigh, "What are your plans after this?"
I shrug and aggressively sip my straw, "I'm not.. too sure really."
"Oh well I thought you'd like to maybe come back to my place?"
No.
"Oh, well.. I actually have to be up early so.. I really wasn't planning on staying out too late." I lie, "Maybe so-"
"Ah." Zoe yells, "What the hell, Shawn. I thought you were setting me up with someone who wasn't an asshole." Zoe slams her glass down and scoffs as she walks away.
"What the hell did you do to my sister, Harry?" Shawn says standing up. Harry turns slowly and sets his glass down, "I didn't do anything, Shawn." Harry chuckles slightly, "That was the issue, apparently."
"What are you saying?" Shawn steps closer and I get up, putting my hands on each of their chests, "okay. Okay. Stop it." I look at both of them and Harry shakes his head, "Fuck this. I'm not settling for someone's slutty sister."
"You mother fu-" Shawn goes for Harry but I step in between them, "You gonna hit me too?" He sighs and steps back.
"I'm out of here." Harry grumbles and walks away.
"I don't know what his problem is, but he needs to seriously work on his shit." Shawn runs a hand through his hair, "I'm going to go find Zoe." He kisses my head, "I'll call you later."
I stand there for a a moment before I walk out of the bar. I walk down the street a few steps looking for Harry before I pull my phone out to call him.
I hear his phone ring and I jump turning towards the ally, "What the fuck is wrong with you, Harry?" I yell as I shove my phone back into my purse. He walks towards me and shakes his head, "If you're just going to yell at me, I'd rather not hear it."
"What the hell was that?" I ask but he keeps walking. I let out a groan, "Fuck. Harry." I walk quickly to catch up to him, my heels clicking and clacking against the side walk.
He stops when he reaches his car and turns around, "What do you want me to say? Hmm?" He flings his hands in the air, "I wasn't interested in Zoe.. I'm-"
He stops talking and sighs, "You know what.. not even going to waste my breathe."
"What is going on with you? Seriously Harry."
He reaches for the door handle and I put my hands on the hood of his car, "You're not going anywhere until you talk to me."
He stands there with his arms crossed.
"I tried to do you a favor and help you by setting you up with someone who-"
"Help me?" He cuts me off and laughs, "No." he shakes his head.
I sigh and shake my head, "I don't know what you want me to do."
"We'll for starters, don't set me up with your boyfriend's sister." He yells and fails to hold back his laugh.
"What did you do that caused her to make a scene like that?" I look up at him and he shrugs, "Is because I just didn't like her not a good enough answer?"
"But why didn't you-"
"Because she isn't you." He yells cutting me off.
I stand there staring at him and watch at he slowly walks over to me. I stand up from leaning on the car and turn towards him.
"She isn't you." He whispers as he walks up to me quickly, grabbing my face and pulling me in to kiss him.
Our lips move in sync as he pushes be back against the car, "I'm so fucking in love with you, y/n. I wish you would have noticed it sooner."
His lips go back to mine before I even have a chance to say anything. His tongue pushes against mine and he kisses back my jaw line, "Please." He begs, "Just let me finally have you."
I slowly look up at him and nod, "Take me home, Harry." He kisses me again and quickly opens the car door. I slide in and take a deep breathe as I pull the seat belt over my body.
"There's a lot of things I've been waiting for, y/n." He starts the car, "you being all of them."
I reach over and twirl his hair around my fingers, "Then let's cross them off." I bite my lip, "I love you. I just-" I sigh and shrug, "I wasn't sure if you were just my friend or not."
"I don't want to be friends, y/n. Since that night, I've had this.. this love for you and seeing you date other guys.. fuck." He tilts his head and sigh, "Makes me so-"
"Jealous?" I ask with a smirk.
He nods, "And so fucking pissed." He lays a hand on my thigh, "Seeing him touch you.." he slides his hand up, "Made me want to take you, lift that hot little dress up, and fuck the absolute fucking shit out of you on the bar."
His words make my breathe catch in my throat, "Harry." I whisper lowly.
"I've wanted you. For so long, y/n. I just can't sit back and watch you leave me anymore."
I unbuckle and lean over. I plant kisses along his jaw line and lay a hand on his already hard cock that straining against his pants, "I'm not going anywhere."
He moans as I palm his cock, "I promise I'll make it up to you when we get home." I lick up his neck and gently sink my teeth onto his ear lobe, "Punish me, baby. Treat me like your little slut."
He leans his head back slightly and groans, "Oh fuck, I'm going to. I promise."
I continue to kiss his neck, leaving little hickeys here and there. He moans as I grip his cock, "Almost home, baby."
I fall back into the seat and nod, "You have me so wet, Harry." I bring my dress up slightly and run a finger up and now my clothed pussy.
"I can't wait for your cock to be inside of me." I smile and bite my lip as he glances over at me. He clenches his jaw and reaches over. He slips his fingers inside the side of my panties and rubs a finger up and down my slit.
"Fuck." He groans shifting in his seat, "You are so fucking soaked for me."
His finger plays around with my folds, sliding in and out every now and then.
I moan loudly and tilt my head back, "Fuck, Harry."
He sucks in air, "My name is so hot coming from your lips." He takes his hand away and parks the car. He doesn't give me a moment to move before he's unbuckled and leaning over the center console.
His fingers find their place in my pussy, this time he isn't teasing me.
He thrusts his fingers in and out at a fast but satisfyingly pace.
I arch my back and slam my hand against the dash, letting out a pleasured scream.
Harry kisses me to quiet me, "Shh, baby. Don't want to cause a scene in the parking lot."
His hand keeps fucking me, quickly bringing me to, what I assume is, the first orgasm of many. I whimper against his lips and he chuckles, "No one can make you cum like I can."
I nod, my chest rising and falling quickly, "Only you, Harry."
"Only me. Now, come on." He slowly pulls his fingers out and fixes my drenched panties. I slowly spin around and set my legs on the floor. Harry opens my door and helps me out.
He pulls me over and kisses me, "I can't keep my hands off of you." He presses his cock into my leg, "Fuck." He shuts the door with a slam, "Come on."
I follow him up to my door and he unlocks it with his key, not letting go of my hand. He pulls me in and my back meets the door as it slams shut.
He drops to his knees and pulls the wet fabric down my legs. He pushes my dress up and lifts my leg. His mouth attaches to me and I let out a gasp, "Fuck. Fuck." I grab the door knob and grab a fistful of Harry's hair with my other.
He moans against me and nudges my clit with his nose, "Mmm."
"H-Harry." I already feel like I'm going to cum again, "Fu-" I whimper and push my head into the door, "Fuck." I moan and roll my hips on his tongue.
"You taste heavenly, y/n." He groans as he stands up. He places a hand around my neck, his fingers slowly squeezing the sides. He kisses me and I moan as I taste myself on his tongue.
"Don't you taste good, sweetheart?" He whispers, "I could eat you all day."
I nod and moan at his words.
He slips his hands behind me to my back and slowly unzips my dress and quickly takes it off my body.
He takes a step back, his eyes scan over my naked figure and he smirks, "I've missed seeing you like this."
I bite my lip and watch him as he admires me.
He unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way, shrugging it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. He kicks off his shoes and undoes his pants.
I look down at his cock that's straining against his boxers and I step towards him.
"Let's go somewhere that's more comfortable for your knees, baby." He holds his hand out and I take it. He leads me up the steps and as soon as we reach the top, we're on each other making out as we back into the bedroom.
I kick my heels off before falling back onto the bed, "Fuck." He groans as he takes his boxers off. He pumps his cock a few times and crawl up and lay on my stomach, "Let me."
Before he answers I take his cock in my mouth. I work the tip with my tongue and his breathe hitches and he moans. "Fuck, y/n."
I wrap my hand around him, stroking him, "Does that feel good, daddy?"
His snaps down quickly and a smirk grows on his lips, "It feels amazing, baby." He brushes a hand over my hair, "Now keep doing it." He pushes my head back down onto his cock and he lets out a groan, "Fuck, yeah baby."
I bob my head up and down and reach up to gently massage his balls. He lets out a gasp and bucks his hips, "Sh-shit."
He pulls back, "You're going to make me cum, and I really don't want to end the night this early." He smiles and walks around to sit on the bed. I turn my body and lay on my side, "How do you want me?"
He smirks and leans back against the headboard. He motions for me to come to him, "Any way I can get you." He whispers as I straddle him.
I drag my fingers down his chest and stomach and wrap my fingers around his cock, holding it as I slide down onto him. I bring my hand up and lay it on his chest, "Harry." I breathe out.
He bites his lip and grips my hips, "That feel good?"
I nod quickly, "Yes."
He brushes hair from my face, "Don't move."
"W-what?"
"You heard me." He smirks and tilts his head back and rests it, "I'm punishing you. Remember? So you're going to sit there for a little bit and I'm going to admire how fucking sexy you look on my cock."
I whimper slightly, "no, please."
He smirks, "Uh huh."
I dig my nails into his shoulders, "Harry." I whine, "Please."
"If you move, I'll make your wait longer for my cock and I know you want it so bad." He reaches up and plays with my nipples, "I love you."
I look at him, forgetting what we're doing for a moment and smile, "I love y-you." He thrusts his hips up gasping me to gasp, "Harry."
"Say it again. I love when you say it."
He grips my hips and slowly rocks them on his cock. The teasing has my brain fuzzy, "I-I.." I moan, "I love.. fuck.. I love you." I wrap my arms around his neck, "I love you."
He presses his lips to mine and slides a hand up my back, "I've waited to hear you say that." He kisses down my neck, "Now fuck your self on my cock, baby."
I quickly start to bounce, moaning loudly against his neck, "H-Harry."
He moans and holds me tighter, "Fuck."
He lets me ride him for a little longer before he leans me back, "Bend over." I nod and roll off of him, getting onto my knees. I slowly bend over and rest my head on the bed.
Harry positions himself behind me and brings his hand down on my ass cheek with a hard slap before he grips my hips.
I let out a whimper and he pushes himself into me, "Fuck."
He pulls out and thrusts in hard which causes me to let out a scream, "Fuck."
His thrusts are hard and slow and his moans are loud.
"You sound so hot, Harry." I moan pushing my hips back to meet his. He trails a hand up my back and wraps my hair around it, "Do I?" He groans as he pulls me up so my back meets his chest, "You like it when I moan for you?"
"Yes daddy." I moan, "Fuck, yesyesyes."
"Only for you, huh?" He pulls my hair and pushes into me, "Hmm?"
"O-only for me." I repeat, "Only me."
"You're damn right baby." He starts to thrusts again and rests his head on my shoulder, "Fuck." I reach back to grab his wrist but he takes my arm and pins it against my lower back.
He reaches around and his fingers wrap around my throat with his other hand.
I bite my lip and my moans are slightly muffled.
"Your pussy feels fucking good squeezing around my cock." He moans, "Fuck."
I whimper and my eyes roll back as I cum again.
"Again? Look at you, sweetheart. Keeping daddy's cock wet." He lets go of my throat and his thrusts slow down. He lets go of my arm and rolls me over, leaning down to hover his body over mine, "You're going to make me cum soon, where do you want it?"
I lean up and kiss him, "Where ever you want me to have it."
He smirks, "Good answer, sweetheart." He slide aback in and groans, "You're so good to me." He interlocks his fingers with mine and pins my hands above my head.
I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my back, "Fuck. Fuck." I moan and tilt my head back.
"Y/N." Harry breathes out, "I-I.. you need to.. un-"
I tighten my legs around him, "I want all of you."
He smirks and his head falls slightly as he groans one final time. He squeezes my hands as he cums.
He lifts his head and shakes it's while looking at me, "You.." he laughs slightly and gently let's go of my hands.
"Hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time, okay." I laugh and shrug, "Nothing we can do about it now." He nods, "You're right. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"
He reaches out and brushes my cheek with his thumb. I shake my head and lay a hand on his, "No. I'm okay." He leans in and kisses me, "You know. I should probably ask just to make it official."
I tilt my head, my head still slightly fuzzy.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
I smile and nod, "Yes, Harry. Only if you'll be my boyfriend?" I laugh and he smiles.
"I think I can do that." He leans in and kisses me, "I really do love you."
I look down at him and run a hand through his hair, "And I really love you." He smiles and gets up and walks over to my dresser, "Here." He pulls out a shirt and throws it to me.
I unfold it and smile, "When did you put that in there?" I slip his shirt on. He shrugs, "Earlier today. I knew you liked it so much, so." He slips on a a pair of sweats he had in the bottom drawer and I laugh, "When did you move in?"
He shrugs, "I'm always here so."
"No, no. I'm not complaining, that's actually smart." I stand up and he holds up a lace pair of panties, "Wear these ones please? And no pants." He winks.
"Give them here." I smile and shake my head, "Spoiled is what you are, Harry. Spoiled." He walks over to me and holds me, "I know. I know. But. I'll make you something to eat in return."
"Oh okay, now I'm spoiled. Please do."
We walk downstairs and I laugh as I seen the trail of clothes going from the door to the steps.
My phone rings in my purse and I grab it off the floor and get it out, "Oh shit."
"What babe?" Harry asks peaking his head out from the kitchen.
"It's thing one calling." I roll my eyes and toss it onto the couch. I go to walk away and it rings again. Harry walks out with a smirk and picks it up, "She's busy."
He chuckles and hangs up, "Took care of that for you."
He tosses my phone down and pulls me with him to the kitchen.
"Thank you." I say looking up at him. He gives me a kiss, "Anything for you."
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note: someone asked me a ig blurb with florence but tumblr blocked bc it was violating tumblr community rights, so i made this one
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happy birthday to my prettiest baby, my song for life, four years with this album has been the most special and will be the most cherished. cherry, i’ll carry you with me wherever i go. everyone who knows me will know how i love you oh so much. i’ll hear you live one day i promise. fine line always. pink and blue forever. 🍒💌🧸🤍
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