#harry styles imagine
harrysonlylover · a day ago
🫣🫣 Professor!H has a lactation kink right??? Can we see more of him with that? A blurb perhaps.
Just A Taste*
A/n: honestly idk if this is what you wanted. Wrote this at 2 am excuse the mistakes.
Warnings: lactation & breeding kink
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“Where’s my darling girl!” Harry’s voice echoed inside the apartment, the sun was shining through the curtains, warm beams of light lightning up the area and Goldie’s paws can be heard making contact with the hardwood floor as he messed around in his playroom.
“Still where you left me.” You managed to reply with a grunt , harry came in with his hands full of peonies , his recyclable grocery bag and fresh breakfast from the french restaurant down the block.
“My lovie did I take long? Mrs. Lilian held me up, sweet old woman but really talkative.” He placed the items on a nearby table , approaching you with a smile and kneeling down on the ground because he doesn’t want you to move for him, or be disturbed in anyway.
You were on your period, just like all the other women suffer every month. However this has never happened before, you never got cramps and when you did they were bearable. You woke up this morning to a horrible pain in your lower abdomen with a big red spot on your pijamas indicating that your period is here.
You began panicking while Harry immediately helped you into a hot bath , as he washed your hair making sure to give you a scalp message.He then laid you down on the sofa, kissing your forehead and left to get “essentials”.
“How do you feel now?” He asked with genuine concern as he removed strands of hair from your face.
“The hot bath did wonders honestly, but now I have sore boobs.” You grimaced in pain.
The moment you mentioned your sore tits he was no longer concerned, in fact he was trying to contain himself.
“I know how I can help.” He replied with a cheeky grin.
“H absolutely not. This time is different.” He was hinting at sucking on your breasts, which he does on what he calls a “lucky day”.
You never understood his obsession with loving on your tits, and it wasn’t just licking . He would always seize the chance to grab them when you’re making out . When you are cooking and he hugs you from behind, as well as resting his head gently if he’s reading cause they’re “soft”. He also never forgets to take a nap with his cheek pressed into them. He grew a habit of pouting and acting grumpy when you didn’t take your bralette off, which confused you because he also insists on getting you custom Gucci lace Bralettes.
The reason you said no is because he has become quite insatiable. Since you’re not pregnant , lactating is a bit harder but he is quite persistent . He’d keep teasing you until you give in to him which is exactly how it will go now.
You become unbelievably turned on during your menstruation and the sight of your boyfriend on his knees begging to suck on your tits isn’t helping.
He leaned in closer to you, nuzzling his face in your neck. “Cmon my girl, pretty please, i’ll make you feel so good and relieve your ache. Is that what you want? For me to help with your pain?”
A consistent man is what he is. Right now you completely forgot about how he would sometimes refuse to stop till you’re lactating or till you get too overstimulated . He would continue staring at your tits and proceed to give you a massage as he kisses all over your swollen skin.
“H, you’re not making this any better.” You gave him his last warning. But as usual he always finds his own way.
“Hmm then let me my pretty, I know you want to, can never resist your man’s tongue on your pretty tits can you? Always know how you are filthy.”
His dirty words were enough to tip you off, followed by a whispered “please” under your breath. He wasted no time and lifted off your shirt as you hissed at the cold air hitting your nipples.
He was staring at your tits like a kid stares at a candy or a present on a Christmas morning. He slowly lowered his mouth beneath the swell of your breast kissing gently to rile you up.
“Your nipples are already hard, it’s like your body knows that it needs me. That’s my woman.” He fondled with your breasts , messaging in certain movements he had slowly acquired .
“Fuck, don’t tease me.” You whimpered feeling the soreness morph into pleasure.
“Tease you? It’s only fair darling. You think I don’t get teased everytime I love on your tits? When I imagine how swollen and full of milk they’d be after I knock you up. Hmm?”
He only allowed his hot breath to reach your sore breasts as he kept on rubbing, and looking up at your whiny state.
“I think about it too.” You answered feeling quite exposed.
“I know love, I can feel it when you clench on my cock, it’s like you need me to cum inside you and make you mine forever don’t you?”He whispered pressing his cheek to yours.
“Yes I want it.”
“You’ve no idea how much i’ll love on your tits when you are pregnant with my child. My fucking Goddess.”
He gave you no time to reply as he lowered his mouth on your nipple wrapping it around his tongue and nibbling. His hand was still stimulating your tits, and he couldn’t contain his moans while lapping at your swollen skin.
You tugged at his hair feeling him bite at your sensitive breast, the soreness keeps turning into pleasure and he now brought his other hand to stimulate your breasts even more.
Since he holds his ground and loves to do this often , you begin to lactate even faster everytime and you always remember the first time he did it in his office.
He twirled his tongue that feels warm against your skin , managing between circular movements and pinching your nipple making you gasp out loud.
“Cmon my filthy girl, I know you got them in there for me.” He suddenly removed his hand and pressed his mouth to your breast, sucking harshly and lapping rapidly .
You whined at the sudden change, he was sucking so hard his mouth began to make sounds as he held a tight grip against your hips, face completely buried in your breasts.
“H please it feels so good.”
He kept lapping on your now incredibly red and swollen nipple till you slowly began to lactate making him groan loudly.
“Fucking hell, made me cum in my pants just from your lactation. If you get pregnant we’ll never leave the house again.”
He pulled away to look down at your breasts like a starved man, his lips were pink and puffy, with a curl falling on his face as he panted heavily . He squeezed your tit immediately leaning down to continue loving on your skin.
“You’ve no idea how hot your fucking body is. My gorgeous woman, can’t fucking wait to see you so swollen with my baby inside you, and then everyone will know it’s because of me. And that only I can get to do this to you.” You grabbed him by his hair pulling him into a deep kiss as you both moaned audibly.
“Let me enjoy my time baby , just a bit more.”
He whined as he looked at your breast that is still oozing milk.
“Gently please, it’s very sensitive.” You placed a hand in his curls as he nodded in understanding.
Just like you asked he moved next to you placing his head on your chest and latching on to your other nipple. He held you tight to him and just like always, all of your other plans will be discarded. Including the delicious breakfast that Goldie is sniffing. ——————————————————
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alittletaste · 2 days ago
Please put me in the festive mood and write a blurb about dad!Harry on Christmas morning
The one where Jude wakes Harry and y/n up for Christmas
"Daddy! Mama! wake up, it's chwismas!" Harry and Y/ns energised and extremely content 3 year old, Jude, screamed. His little body was thrown over Harry’s, his tiny hands going to tap at Y/ns face. “Mama! Daddy!” He spoke again, rather loudly, in his parents ears causing them to stir beneath the covers.
"Judey, it's-" Harry’s tired eyes squint to the alarm clock on the bedside table, the bright red letter displaying “6am” Harry yawned, looking over at Y/n who was now cuddled up further beneath the covers, only her hair visible, she was up most of the night with their second bubba. “You have plenty of time to celebrate Christmas, bud”
“B-but Santa came daddy! Santa” Jude was so excited, his eyes glistening and Harry couldn’t help but give in. Tearing the covers off of himself and taking Jude into his arms.
“Come here, you little monster” Harry tickled Judes side causing laughter to erupt from his little boy. “Shall we check on baby brother first?” He asks his son, with a yawn, Jude’s identical curly brown hair shake as he nods his head yes.
Harry carries Jude over to the nursery, where he found his second born, Beau, wide awake, smiling and babbling to himself. “Hello handsome, are you excited? Yeah, is that why you’re up so early?” Harry spoke, his eyes glistening with pride as he looked at his baby boy who was now, eagerly nodding his head along to Harry’s questions.
“Beau bear wants his pwesents too daddy” Jude spoke, his lisp and the adorable nickname he has for his brother making Harry chuckle softly.
“Is that so?” Harry asks, putting Jude down and reaching into the crib for Beau. “Is that so mister? You’re up early for your presents? Wow, we best get going then”
“Yes daddy!” Jude giggled, his little legs rushing him to the lounge where the Christmas tree and heaps of presents lay. Harry was much slower, taking his time to walk down to the lounge.
“Your brothers crazy, you know that?” he spoke to his youngest, earning a babble back from him. “And I’m sure you’re going to be just like him” Harry chuckled, making his way to join Jude and y/n downstairs. He couldn’t wait to start and celebrate the beautiful and festive day, even if that meant, being wide awake at 6am.
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cinnamon-harry · a day ago
could you do a fake ig with Y/N as devon lee carlson w/ pics from Japan Harry plssss 🥺🥺🥺
happy thanksgiving girlies !! here’s a quick one w a little holiday sprinkle in the end, hope u like it <3
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ynfan1 how r u so perfect
bellahadid flawless as always
yourinstagram @/bellahadid mWAH
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harryupdates1 THE TRUE IT COUPLE
ynupdates1 they’re literally the moment
ynupdates2 id pay to be their friends
harryupdates2 nah harry looks so good i’m gonna vomit
harryupdates3 harry singing his heart out so true
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arianagrande my favs forever
yourinstagram @/arianagrande luv u😚
ynfan1 pls dump harry for me
harrystyles @/ynfan1 no turkey for u.
harryfan1 LMAOO not harry mad😭😭😭
ynfan2 they’re so happy i can’t do this
harryfan2 love my parents <3
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harryfan1 the turkey emoji is killing me he’s so unserious
ynfan2 they were really made for each other
harryfan2 can’t believe harry actually knows how to use emojis
harryfan3 i want him so bad
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jarofstyles · 2 days ago
Flame 3- Ignite
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Hello… here she is. 🫡 finally. Bffrry has arrived! Part 4 is on Patreon now.
It’s basically pure smut so 😁 enjoy! Sorry for the wait
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She should have taken Harry seriously when he said it would be an addiction.
It fucking was.
It seemed like the man could barely go a few minutes without a kiss in her presence, and she couldn’t be bothered to lie and say she didn’t absolutely fucking love it.
His lips found her neck as she sipped her coffee, rubbing tiredly at her eyes. Last night was an outing with their friends for Adam’s birthday. They’d celebrated sober, though no one else was. No one batted an eye at Harry’s hand on her thigh or when he had dragged her to dance- but more so make out heavily on the dance floor with a memory that would stick far clearer than any of their others. The taste of lime and tequila on his tongue and his hand gripping her hips while she moved them was an aphrodisiac, her lips still tingling from the nip he had given it when her hand slipped under his shirt.
A weak, sleepy whine left her throat as his teeth grazed the curve of her neck, biting down lightly on the sensitive flesh. His newest thing had been hickies. Attempting them, at least, trying to see how he could mark her. The possessiveness he actually showed towards her had reared its head the night before in ways that had made her panties ruined. Of course, they’d been tipsy and as soon as they got home they passed out in his bed for a change and regretfully didn’t get too much else.
“Don’t like wakin’ up alone.”
The timber and rasp of his sleepy voice could have made her moan out loud. Y/N hadn’t liked leaving his grip this morning, needing to use the restroom desperately- and caffeine to soothe her grumpy nature in the morning. Leaving him behind has been painful considering she had been in heaven in that bed, her nighttime shivers gone from the furnace of a man that wrapped around her like a koala- but she really had to piss, damn it.
“Sorry.” Her voice was gritty from sleepy, but added into it the spark of arousal in her body from his morning voice and the lips making their rounds on her throat. “Had to pee. And you’ve got the nespresso machine.” She giggled, squirming lightly as he rubbed his nose back and forth on her shoulder. The strong arm around her squeezed her back into him, a quiet grunt leaving his throat as she could feel him against her ass.
Oh. Fuck.
Harry could hear the breath hitch in her throat as his length pressed up against her ass, letting her feel exactly what it did to him. “N’then you want to tease me in my own kitchen? do you know what it does t’me, seeing you in my kitchen, drinking from my mug, in my fuckin’ shirt?” Fingers fell down to where his shirt hit her legs, sliding underneath it. Large palms glided up the soft flesh of her belly, settling on her ribs. “Cruel, cruel woman. But I suppose I could expect that from you.” A deep inhale was taken as another shower of kisses was slowly pressed from shoulder all the way to her jaw, biting down on the curved line with a groan. He was slowly rubbing himself against her, not trying to push it too far without more communication but thoroughly enjoying himself.
It didn’t help that Y/N let out a sweet little sigh, pressing her ass back into him as silent permission. “Shouldn’t it soothe the territorial pup in you? Nearly thought you’d pissed on my leg last night to mark your territory.” She teased back with a laugh, setting the coffee mug down and joining his hands under her shirt. “Danced with me just like this… rubbing against me. So hard then, too. Kind of wanted to make you cum on that dance floor.”
God damn, she had a hold on him.
Since their arrangement had gone around, they hadn’t done too much- but one thing they had done was rub off on each other. Y/N had gotten off on his thigh, and much like this, Harry had humped her during a movie they had been watching. It seemed like since those times, they had a hard time prying their bodies off of each other.
“You could have.” The admission was a hum, rocking against her slowly. “Looked so fucking sexy, in that little dress and letting me kiss on you. Could have burst right inside my pants.” He had no shame, as he usually didn’t. Harry was a little shit and it only got worse with age, but somehow Y/N found it more endearing than anything.
“Mmm. Not sure if I want to venture into exhibitionship quite yet. But…” she rolled her head back against his shoulder, angling her head to the side. “I’m more than happy to make you cum like this. I robbed you from the bed.” The bleary eyed smile up at him nearly broke him. Hands right under her breasts and her sweet body pressed up against his, his cock throbbing with need for her, and she was an angel on earth. His lips smothered hers, mixing the taste of coffee and mint with a tender passion.
The cool marble of the counter bled through the thin shirt as Harry pressed her closer to it. Y/N wasn’t nervous when he touched her. She was exhilarated. It made her want to take things further than they had been before. The heat of her own cunt was taking over, the glide of his wet tongue over hers making her fuzzy, she wanted him to touch more. Taking his large hands and placing them on her bare breasts for the first time, she hummed against his mouth, squeezing her hands over his when she felt him throb against her ass.
Soft. So soft and warm in his palms, the perfect size for his personal taste. At the feeling of them, he exhaled sharply into the kiss and pressed her further against the marble. This was too good to be true, this was a hidden fantasy he had buried so deep coming to the surface and making his head swim with pleasure. The slow rocking relief of pressure against her ass through his sweatpants and the taste of her mouth, it was everything the man never knew he needed.
“Harry…” the whimpery, airy whine of his name made the man’s eyes roll back, kissing her a bit harder before pulling back. Y/N knew how to make him crazy and they had only just really begun to fool around. It was interesting to see how they could be the same old friends, with him irritating Y/N and playfully fighting to this. This needy, messy pair who couldn’t stop touching.
“Yeah, baby?” He cooed, pinching both of her nipples between his fingers. “Do you like having me touch you like this?” The lips slick with the remnants of their kisses smeared across her cheek as he pulled lightly. The action made her moan, pressing back further into him. It was overwhelming how well Harry's hands seemed to know how to touch her. Like they were meant to do so.
“So much.” Her tone was even foreign to her. Y/N had never felt so airy and bubbly before, so hot. She was in need of him, the pressure building between her thighs starting to be too much. “I love your hands. Love how you touch me. I just want more n’more. How are you so good at this?” The words floated out without her permission, making her flush a little bit at how needy she sounded.
“You can have more and more.” He smirked. “Whatever you want. It’s your pace, Y/N. You’ve been driving me crazy.” That was an understatement, to say the least. It dawned on him that this was dangerously leaning into couple territory. That this wasn’t just what friends did- but he was selfish in this and wanted to do whatever she allowed. He could pretend they were dating. In his head, that’s what he wanted. So having her melt like this for him, it was a dream come true.
Her normally prickly self melted down to a soft mush as soon as he got his hands on her. Being able to touch her like this soothed an ache he had been having for a long time. The warm flesh against his hands and rubbing himself against her ass, the hunger he felt for more of her, to own this feeling grew In his chest. “Y’can have me however you’d like. As much as I want to tug up this shirt and sink into you here… I think I want some breakfast.” He nuzzled against her neck again, the sloppy, wet kisses on her hot skin meeting the cool air. Her body shuddered under his touch.
“Yeah?” She leaned her head back and on his shoulder, placing her hands on top of his while they kneaded her breasts. “I suppose I can let you. Don’t want you starving or anything like that, now do we?” She angled her head to the side, catching his jaw with her lips. “Though you may deserve it. Think you tugged my hair a bit too much last night, brat.”
Harry let out a breathless chuckle, buzzing from head to toe as she spoke against his skin. This scene was something from his dreams, and Y/N had no problem teasing him in either. “You’re sayin’ it like it’s a bad thing.” His sigh was soft as she nipped lightly at his jaw, enjoying the slight sharp feeling of her teeth. “Messy look, but you moaned. So… don’t give me that.” He released her, turning her back in his arms so she faced him.
Y/N didn’t have a moment to reply before her lips were caught with his, melting right back into the groove they were going for. Of course, she loved giving him a hard time. Harry was a little shit and loved to make her want to pull her hair out, pun intended, but he really did make her feel the best she ever has. No hook up, no cuddle had ever felt more right. His lips covered hers and had a natural air of dominance over hers that she was surprised she liked so much. Usually, she was the one in control- but for now, in these intimate moments, Harry took charge.
“Shut up.” She mumbled against his lips, squeaking as she felt his hands collar her hips and promptly lift her up on to the counter. Y/N wouldn’t let him know how much she fucking loved feeling him manhandle her a bit. “Watch it! You could have smacked my head against the counter.”
“But I didn’t, did I?” He snarked back, pushing the shirt up her thighs. “Just bein’ a gentleman is all, got to get you settled before I dig in. Been thinking about tasting your cunt for ages.” The admission was soft in the air, his nose brushing hers. “And I’ve been a very good boy n’let you do as you please, even leaving me cold and alone in the bed. But I think I’m gonna go absolutely mad if I don’t have the taste of you on my tongue in the next 3 minutes.”
The words caused her head to spin slightly. Of course she had known there had been sexual tension sometimes, but to hear him say that he had been thinking about how she tasted for a while now? It had her flushing, heat tk the cheeks as the large hands massaged her thigh, kissing down her jaw to reach her neck. How was this real?
“So for once in your life, you’re gonna be a good girl for me and let me taste what I want. You want it, yeah?” He waited for her to peep out her agreement before continuing. “Good. Stop interrupting me then, don’t be a little brat, hm? All I want to do is taste and make you fall apart on my tongue.”
It wasn’t hard.
Y/N had imagined his tongue before. Wondering how he would be with it. Still, he was somehow exceeding expectations. Her hands carded through the damp, silky waves, chest heaving as her head leaned back against the cabinet. Warm hands held her thighs open, keeping her from squirming too much as his tongue coaxed her closer to her second orgasm.
Y/N had been more sensitive than expected, and simply put, Harry hadn’t had his fill yet. So he continued. Y/N wasn’t going to complain. The man had a smooth talking mouth, but by god, his tongue was a godsend. Sinful and sweet, her new favorite. Soft strokes of the hot tongue melting her before his lips found her clit, no shame involved as he sucked it into his mouth slightly.
“Oh my god, oh my god- oh my…” she choked on her words as his eyes kept his dark, hazy gaze on her own. The smugness was visible, but he was so serious in his craft that he didn’t dare pull away to smirk. Instead, he slowly began to thrust his finger inside of her. Feeling her clench wildly around it, pairing the rhythm with the soft suckling on her clit.
It was wet, messy, dirty, but so fucking hot it was ridiculous. Harry couldn’t get enough of her. As if nuzzling his face into her cunt wasn’t enough, his reactions to her had been good enough to feed her confidence for ages. His growl, his proclamation of how good she smelled, how she tasted better than he had expected? Y/N knew. She knew this was going to ruin her.
“You’re gonna make me cum again.” She moaned, the awed look on her face making him hum against her. That was the point. All he wanted to do. If he had it his way, he would spend the entire day down here. Between beautifully cushioned thighs, wrapping them around his ears and muffling out anything that wasn’t Y/N and her sweet moans and cries.
Harry merely smirked against her body, angling his digits to stroke against the spot that had her thighs trembling against his touch. There was no denying that this was enough to get him off. He was so hard it physically hurt, sensitive enough that he knew it would only take a few strokes to come to his end, but he was selfish in a different way. He wanted to take her orgasm again, feel it gush a bit against his tongue. Hear his name from her mouth as she melted into a puddle of pleasure.
Y/N wasn’t even aware of the problem she had started. The need he was going to feel. He wanted her, he aches for her before they’d even touched. Just being her friend was enough to make him happy. To get close like this? He was going to be selfish, to absorb every inch of way she gave to him. He wanted her, her heart was the end goal but he would take her body as long as it was offered. Harry was selfish this way, but he hoped she was the same.
The moment he felt her begin to come over the peak, he continued the efforts with a groan. Tasting her, feeling her body arch and watching as her mouth fell into that pleasured ‘o’, he was close himself. Her weakened whine of his name and the eyes on his as he laughed deliriously into her cunt, licking her up as she orgasm flowed before pulling up, wet face and all, to kiss her.
It was the messiest kiss she had ever felt, her head still spinning as she moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue. Stroking over hers, she clutched his face, palms damp with her own arousal as she was needy with it, feeling a bit drunk with her own orgasms to care.
“Can I cum on you- please?” He asked gruffly, reaching into his shorts and hissing at the throbbing he felt. “Please baby, where can I?” The desperation in his voice was new, something she found her sensitive cunt reacting to. He was never weak like this around her, never begged seriously, and fuck- it was hot. Seeing his slick face and dark eyes, flushed cheeks. This was raw.
“On my cunt. Do it.” She dared him, licking her bottom lip. “Go ahead, baby. You made me feel good.” There’s an intimacy to it. She couldn’t deny it. But feeling the tip of him brush her, her legs wrapping around his waist and encouraging him forward felt unbelievable. “Let go for me.”
With his face dipped in her hands, his mouth open and the beautiful furrow between his brows, Harry choked out a broken groan as he stroked off, letting go. It didn’t take long at all. In fact, just feeling the wet heat against his cock had made him crumble so fast it would be embarrassing if it was with anyone else. But it wasn’t.
It was Y/N. His cum decorated her cunt, the creamy strands making a mess of her as his legs got a bit weak, falling into her a bit as he got the last long stroke in before he got too sensitive.
“Fuck.” The silent petting of his hair had made it all the much better, dipping his face into her neck while he pecked tiny kisses to her sweaty skin, shirt falling off her shoulder. It was the quiet comfort. No awkwardness as he pressed a longer, chaste kiss to her mouth and used some tissue to clean her up, whispering apologies when she jumped.
The soft moment was over, however, when a loud grumble of Harry’s stomach lit up the kitchen and she had to giggle. “Thought you’d just had breakfast. Aren’t you full?” The kick of her heels against the cabinet and her messy hair taunted him, the swollen mouth begging for more kisses as he grunted, stepping back between her legs with a banana in hand.
“When you’re the meal?” He scoffed, hands grabbing her bare thighs with a squeeze. “I highly doubt it’ll ever be satisfied with just a taste.”
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avatar-anna · 2 days ago
ok so we joke about how latina!reader's harry is a little cinnamon roll and how baby he is, even when he's upset. but i feel like when he's pissed...like watch out
and it wouldn't be at latina!reader, it would be at someone who was rude to her or made her uncomfortable. she's the only reason he would get so angry in the first place.
this one and calling harry by his name seem to be top contenders. i already had this one written, so enjoy this while i work on the other! also no hate to italy or italian fans. y'all are great!
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Rules about paparazzi in Italy were much different than the rules in LA. There were certain places they couldn't go, and they tended to keep their distance, trusting their long range cameras to get their shot.
But in Italy, it was pretty much a free for all.
Fans and paparazzi alike followed you and Harry everywhere you went while he was shooting a music video. They were there when you stepped off the plane, they were there when you arrived at your hotel, and they continued to follow every place you went, even when Harry wasn't with you.
One night, you decided to have a romantic dinner at a restaurant that overlooked the Amalfi Coast to celebrate wrapping the music video. Harry heartily agreed, eager to get some alone time with you.
Dinner was practically perfect. The food was amazing, the service was great, and Harry looked absolutely to die for in his lace button up and trousers. You never wanted it to end.
But it did, of course, though Harry seemed excited by that too. “Can’t wait to get you out of that dress, darling. Much as I love to see you in it,” he'd said, his voice hushed so no one in the restaurant would hear him
You had certain outfits in your closet that were guaranteed to make Harry's heart race, and this dress was now added to the list. He'd been eyeing you up and down all night, his gaze giving you butterflies. It didn't matter how long you'd been together, the two of you made each other act like teenagers sometimes.
So you stood up to leave, only to see a crowd of flashing lights at the entrance to the restaurant. Harry sighed, looking more tired than he'd been all night. You didn't, but you knew he blamed himself for paparazzi invading your privacy all the time. You didn't want their sudden appearance to ruin your night, though, so you took his hand and kissed the top of it.
“I love you, bubba.”
Smiling softly, he kissed the top of your head. “I love you too.”
It was loud outside the restaurant, and bright even though the sun went down hours ago. People barked orders at you and Harry, some of which you understood, but there were too many voices for any of it to be distinct. You pressed yourself closer to Harry, thinking that this group was a little rowdier than they had been the last few days. They didn't scare you, but it was off-putting.
Then someone tried to grab you.
You didn't normally wear heels, so you chalked your clumsiness up to that, but whoever yanked on your dress—to get your attention or for some other reason, you weren't sure—pulled you hard enough to make you stumble and fall. You hit the pavement hard, your hands and knees stinging immediately. Tears sprang in your eyes, but not from pain. No one had ever grabbed you like that before, and with the crowd still shouting, the shock of falling over, and the fear of being trampled, you couldn't help but let a few tears fall.
Harry, thankfully, noticed your absence from his side immediately, though when he turned his head to check on you and saw that you were on the ground and crying, his face immediately changed from concern to blind rage.
“Back off!”
Those closest to him heard him, saw the look on his face, and had enough common sense to back up immediately. But there were too many people, too many people now wanting a picture of the usually calm and kind Harry Styles pissed off.
Harry shouted a few more times in Italian as he pushed his way to you. You busied yourself with struggling to your feet, gravel biting the cuts on your palms as you did so.
As you stood up on wobbly legs, you heard a thud and a crash, like the sound of a camera breaking.
Looking up, you saw Harry angrier than he'd ever been before, holding the collar of someone who no longer had a functioning camera.
“You worthless piece of shit!” he seethed.
There was clearly more he wanted to say, but that man was not the only person with a camera, and everyone else's was currently trained on Harry as he continued to hold the man hard enough that he was lifted onto his toes. You knew that Harry probably had a good reason for doing and saying what he did, but you both needed to get out of there, not give the paparazzi and the rest of the world more content.
“Harry,” you said. Your voice shook, but it was loud enough for him to hear you. “Vamos a ir, por favor.”
Seeing you shaking and standing there with scrapes on your knees seemed to do the trick. You could almost see the anger in him fizzle out just enough to let go of the paparazzi and walk over to you. He removed his shirt and draped it over your shoulders. It wasn't so much to keep you warm as a symbolic act to make you feel safe, comforted. Gripping onto his undershirt, you let Harry lead you back to the car he rented for the week. This time no one followed.
Harry spent the rest of the night taking care of you. His phone lit up with multiple calls from his management team, but after the fourth one, he shut it off. Clearly, he did not want to deal with the aftermath of everything that transpired.
He was never more than a couple feet away from you, even after he cleaned up the scrapes on your hands and knees and put bandaids on them. He helped you out of your dress like he'd promised earlier that night, but it was merely to get you into your pajamas, nothing else.
Both of you were quiet. Harry didn't want to talk, and you didn't know what to say. He was still clearly very angry, but now had nowhere to direct it.
You didn't know where this conversation would go, but you had to start somewhere. “Harry—”
“I don't understand why people think they have the right to know every part of my fucking life,” he said, pacing around your hotel room.
It seemed he did have a lot to say, then.
“They don’t,” you said softly.
“Then why do they follow me? Why did it have to come to this? Why did some fucking lowlife think that it was okay to try and get a picture up your skirt instead of trying to help you to your feet?”
Your eyes widened. You knew it would take a lot for Harry to reach this level of fury, but you didn't know that that was what set him off. Hearing that shocked you, but part of you now felt exposed. You hadn't even thought about remaining decent as you stood up, you just wanted to get up so you could leave as soon as possible. But that explained the broken camera, you supposed.
Trying to push aside your own discomfort, you focused on calming Harry down. “People see you as a profit, not a person. And I hate that, and I hate all of those people as much as you do, but that’s—”
“But that’s me, not you. Never you.” Harry finally came over to where you were sitting at the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of you. He kissed one of your bandaged knees softly while you reached for his hand. “You don't deserve this.”
“And you do?” you asked.
“I signed up for this. I'm the one that goes on stage and acts in movies and gets followed, not—”
“Harry, that doesn't mean you signed up to be stalked for the rest of your life. Nothing about what happened tonight was right,” you said softly, but sternly. “And it's not your fault either. Those people made a choice, just like everyone else in life. Just like I chose to love you. Just like you chose to love me. Those people chose violation over decency.”
“Loving you wasn’t much of a choice. Was more inevitable,” he mumbled.
“There he is. There's my bubba,” you said, smiling now that the edge in his voice was gone. “Thank you for protecting me.”
“Always, Y/n. Without question.”
You knew that. Harry would make the earth spin in the opposite direction if you asked him to. Running a hand through his hair, you said, “Will you come to bed now?”
Harry looked up at you, and you could see the physical toll the events of tonight took on him. His eyes were tired and he didn't have that glow about him like he normally did. Those paparazzi dimmed the light in him tonight, and you hated them all the more for it.
Nodding, Harry stood up and shed the rest of his clothes until he was just in his briefs. You made room for him, ready to cuddle him to your chest like you normally did, but he hesitated before getting in bed.
“Can I hold you tonight? I just—I need to,” he said.
Your eyes softened. “Of course, bubba.”
Harry was quick to get under the covers after that, slotting his leg between yours and curling around you completely. Even your fingers were tangled together, Harry gripping them while you kissed his knuckles.
“Tonight scared me,” you confessed. You'd put off your feelings to help Harry work through his own, but in bed with him like this, you felt comfortable enough to say how you felt. “No one’s ever grabbed me like that before, and now apparently people are trying to take pictures of—”
“Shh. It's okay,” Harry whispered when your breath hitched. You didn't want to cry, but everything that happened punched you in the gut, leaving you breathless. “I’m not gonna let anyone see what they shouldn't. I’ll take care of it, I promise.”
Sniffling, you said, “I know you will, H, but what about next time?”
“There’s not gonna be a next time,” Harry said.
“What do you mean?” you asked, turning to face him.
“I think we should lay low for a while. Like how we used to when no one knew we were dating.”
Too hurt by what occurred tonight, you nodded. Hiding your relationship with Harry was hard. You loved him so much you wanted to shout it from the rooftops, and you knew he felt the same. But after tonight, neither of you felt safe or comfortable doing so. “Okay.”
Harry leaned forward to kiss your forehead. “Now, give me a smile before I go to sleep. I can't dream of you being sad. Dream you should always be happy.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m not. Come on, even just a little one will give me the best dreams.”
You tried to smile as best as you could, given your teary eyes and red nose. It wasn't the best, but it was all you could muster.
“Never seen such an angel in my life,” Harry said, the hint of a laugh in his voice.
Pinching him, you turned back around, but he only cuddled you into his chest once more. “Sweet dreams, my love.”
If it were possible, you would've pulled him tighter around you. The circle of his arms felt safe, like nothing could ever come between you when he held you like this.
And he was right too. His smile was enough to see you through all your dreams until you woke up the next morning.
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moonchildstyles · 21 hours ago
omg could you maybe write about asterry when y/n gets her period? I feel like he would be so sweet and caring 🥺
I’m just having hard days and want to know how does Aster!h take care of his baby when she’s on her period 😔😭
Can you please write aster y/n getting her periods for the first when she stays over Harry's and maybe she leaks on the bed and she's so embarrassed and Harry is just so soft and comforts and takes care of her and he goes to buy tampons and is just being the sweetest.
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"Y'sure you're alright, angel? There's not anything else I can do to help?" 
(Y/N) smiled at the sound of Harry's doting. He'd been fussing over her for hours at this point, ever since she told him she was beginning to feel sick with achey limbs and a headache brewing behind her eyes. He hated when she was ill more than she did, that much she could tell from the sympathetic twist of his features that followed her everywhere she went. 
"I promise I'm okay, H. Really. I think I just need to sleep it off, but thank you for asking." 
While she sunk into the fluff of bedding Harry had cocooned around her, his features stayed stuck in that creased and stern state as he took in her expression. "I don't want y'to get sick again, love," he murmured, his hand underneath the covers settling on her hip as he hovered over her. 
While she fell in love with the way he fussed over her so intently, she couldn't help the amused smile that touched at her lips. The sinus infection she'd just barely gotten over was enough to have him taking a couple of days off taking appointments at the shop and staying up at all hours of the night while she had coughing fits and couldn't breathe well enough to peacefully sleep. She wasn't sure he'd be able to survive another cold from her. 
"I'm going to be okay, Harry," she soothed him with a soft tone, pulling her hand out from the warm confines of the comforter he tucked her into to place her palm on his cheek, "I promise I'll be okay by the morning. I just need to sleep." 
Leaning into her hand, Harry turned his face to press his lips to her palm. The tip of his nose skimmed the pads of her fingers, eyes fluttering to a close with the fan of his lashes touching at the tops of his cheekbones. "Please wake me if y'need me," Harry requested, voice muffled against her skin. 
"I promise," she cooed, sleep creeping in as her eyes shuttered in a slow blink, "Will you please lay down with me now?" 
As if he could ever tell her no. 
He made quick work of settling onto the plush mattress beside her, sheets slipping around his shirtless body as he shuffled her into his arms. Curling around her, Harry cushioned her head onto his chest, just over a blooming rose tattooed on the skin. (Y/N)'s bare legs tangled with his own, fitting his thigh between hers as she soaked in his warmth. Though a hollow ache stunted the muscles over her stomach, his hold was enough to keep her from focusing on the sluggishness touching her limbs. 
"I've got you, angel," he crooned to her, pressing his lips to the top of her head, "Love you." 
"I love you, too," she murmured, her cheek smushing into his bare chest as a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. 
It didn't take long for (Y/N) to fall into her dreams, finding Harry there waiting for her.
Waking with a start, (Y/N) couldn't determine if it was her tears or a cold sweat soaking her cheeks. Her breathing came in panicked puffs as she came back down to earth from the rocky dream that was rapidly escaping her memory, trying to make sense of how the pain she dreamt could feel so real.
Darting her gaze around her surroundings, she took in Harry's bedroom around her, the man himself a steady anchor under her cheek with the cage of his arms keeping her warm against him. Her thighs ached from how tightly she must have been clenching around him, the discomfort stretching well up into her abdomen with even her limbs growing sore. She was surprised she hadn't woken him with apparently how hard she had been seeking comfort in him through her dreamy haze. 
Fluttering her eyes closed, (Y/N) urged her brain to fill with lovely, flowery thoughts to hopefully ward off another round of the nightmare she'd just barely escaped from. Her breathing returned to normal the more she relaxed, recalling one of the sweet dates Harry had taken her on in the last week to keep her thoughts tranquil. 
Until she felt that familiar stabbing pain she thought she left behind in her dreams. 
Her lungs squeezed with a gasp, her legs aching and her arms tensing around Harry at the sudden burn in her abdomen. She couldn't think straight for a moment, only processing the searing that burned her tummy before it began to slowly ebb away. 
The moment she could process more than what had just stunted every brain process, she made a horrifying note of the uncomfortable slick she felt between her legs. With every pulsing aftershock in her abdomen, she swore the wetness grew. 
She started her period, no pants on, in Harry's bed with his thigh pushed between her own. She didn't need to look to know that she had made a mess all over the bedding and, most likely, him. 
Maybe it was the less than pleasant wakeup call she'd just endured, or the high of the hormones she was realizing had been plaguing her for the past few days, but (Y/N) couldn't help the tears that filled her eyes. She couldn't stay here, couldn't keep laying on him knowing that she was grossly ruining his bedding and staining her boyfriend's leg with something she should have been better prepared for. 
Trying her best to keep from jostling him and ruining his morning any further, (Y/N) slipped out of his arms as quickly as she could. Another jolting cramp took her attention as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, the tight pressure in her muscles pulling more tears to the line of her eyes. 
Standing with her socked feet to the cool hardwood floor in Harry's bedroom, the last thing (Y/N) wanted to do was look at the mess she'd made but she couldn't avoid it. She needed to know what exactly she was going to have to apologize and grovel at Harry's feet for. 
With the comforter pulled back, she got a look at the smudge of red that had sunk into the silken fabric of his sheets. The worst yet came in the way Harry's thigh had a dark patch of her blood displayed right on his thigh, the material of his green sweats now heavily stained right where she had been laying on him. 
Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) carefully tugged the duvet up his body, covering his bare chest she had been keeping warm for him. It was with robotic movements that she made her way to his bathroom, grabbing for her duffle bag as an afterthought before she had the door closed and locked behind her. 
In the harsh lighting of the bathroom, (Y/N) could see red stains along the hem of her borrowed top, the piece distorted with the help of the tears she hadn't realized were now slipping down her cheeks. She didn't even want to think about the state of her underwear or really examine just how sticky the inside of her thighs felt. 
When the pacing of her breathing became too rapid to be soothing, (Y/N) forced herself to brace her hands against the ledge of the counter, eyes closed while she concentrated on the sound of her heartbeat rushing through her ears. No matter how close she became to finding solace in the ensuite, another deep cramp would shake her back into the moment with embarrassment following very closely after when she recalled the vision of Harry's ruined bedding and clothes.
While this was far from the first period she'd had at Harry's house, she was always very strategic about how she handled herself when she knew she was going to be with him when she started. She had her cycle charted down to the day, especially with the help of her birth control pills and the tracking system she had in her calendar app. Her period was never something that came unexpectedly; never something she didn't have sanitary products at the ready for along with a mental note to keep track of how she was feeling so she could head home before Harry saw her experience the worst of it. 
It wasn't often she would have killer cramps like she was experiencing—the kind that could steal her vision and stunted any train of thought she had going—, but when she did she usually made a point to stay home or make an excuse to get out of Harry's hair before it got really bad. She didn't want to make him deal with her. That was the worst part, she decided with her eyes still closed in the middle of his bathroom.
Harry was going to know she didn't know how to take care of herself. He was going to know that she didn't know how to stay clean or handle herself when this wasn't something new. He was going to be so disgusted if she didn't try to take care of everything before he woke up. Maybe she could somehow move him out to the couch? Tell him something about Evie being sick on the bed so she could take care of the sheets? But then, she'd have to clean his sweats and she couldn't necessarily do that without getting questions as to why she was stripping him down...
(Y/N)'s mind raced as she frantically searched through her bag, needing to fix at least one part of her mess if she could manage it. Pulling out an extra set of clothing was the easiest thing for her mind to process, but then came the problem of trying to find an extra pad or tampon she swore she had stashed in the side pocket of her weekender with these kinds of scenarios in mind. 
Dumping out the entirety of her bag with the contents of her toiletry stash being torn apart, (Y/N) felt her breathing take on a scary pace once more when she couldn't find a single emergency product hidden among her things. She felt like she was back at her parents house, sitting on the floor in her bloody underwear trying to get a hold of herself before her mother found the stains in her bed or the fact she hadn't been smart enough to properly keep track of her cycle again. As much as she wished she could curl up in the shower, huddled away in a corner as if to hide from whatever would be awaiting her outside the door, just like she used to do, (Y/N) couldn't just let this all go knowing that this was Harry's things she was ruining. 
She did what she could with a wad of toilet paper being her only tool at the moment before she changed out of her borrowed shirt—cringing when she saw the inside of her thighs. Cracking the door open, she found Harry still fast asleep in bed, the covers pulled up to his chin now that she wasn't there to warm him. At least she had a little bit more time before she would have to deal with him. 
Evie followed at her feet, doing her best to trip (Y/N) up as she made her way to the laundry room, bundled t-shirt against her chest. She worked on autopilot as she pretreated the shirt, doing the best she could without breaking out the bleach to soak out the bloody stain at the bottom of the white top she'd borrowed from Harry. All the while her cramps weren't making it easy to plan her next steps, scrambling her brain the second she tried to figure out if she should clean up Harry or the bed first. How could she concentrate when she had to remind herself to breathe?
Picking at her nails as she shuffled back to the bedroom, her eyes puffy and lips swollen from how hard she was worrying them between her teeth, (Y/N) stopped in her tracks the second she saw Harry with his fluffy bedhead sitting up in bed. 
"Morning, lovebug," he crooned, voice rough from lingering sleep, "What are y'doing up? Y'never wake up before me." His words were said with a soft smile on his lips, the sliver of his lip ring wobbling as he wet his dry mouth. 
He didn't know yet. He hadn't seen the mess she made yet. But, he will. 
"Morning," she peeped, her voice wavering as she inched towards the bathroom with a lie fumbling through her head, "I-I'm just about to take a shower. I—um—had a bad dre-dream, so." 
Harry looked much more awake as he processed her words. "Oh, darling," he cooed, running a heavy hand through his hair, "Was the dream really that bad? You look all shaken up." 
She latched onto the out he gave her, nodding her head in jerky movements as she toed the threshold of the bathroom. "Yeah, it was really scary. I-I think taking a shower would make me feel better." 
(Y/N) felt guilty as she pressed into the bathroom, feeling like she was manipulating him knowing that he wouldn't ask any more questions the second she said the shower would make her feel better. 
"Okay," he relented with a small nod of his head, concern touching at the crease between his brows, "Since 'm awake, maybe we could shower together? I promise I'd distract y'from whatever your dream was about, angel." 
The idea of him fitting himself between her thighs made (Y/N) cringe at the moment, knowing the mess that she was going to have to scrub from her skin when she finally did manage to get under the running water. 
"No, no, that's okay," she swallowed, pasting a smile onto her face though the guilt ran rampant in her system when she saw his expression fall. "I promise I'll be done really quick, though.  I'm sorry, H." 
"Don't be sorry, darling," he shook his head with a small smile touching at his lips, "Jus' come back to me soon, yeah? Miss y'already—especially without m'good morning kiss." 
She gave him an absent nod of her head before holing herself up in the bathroom, the lock clicking into place behind her. The mess of her things was still splayed across the floor, clothing rumpled and her toiletries out of order. She knew she should at least start with getting her things together, tidying the space so she could think a little clearer, but the second she felt another tingling cramp brew in her stomach before shooting up her spine, she didn't have it in her to try. 
Sinking down to sit in the mess on the floor, her back to the door, (Y/N) couldn't cry anymore. She tucked her legs up against her chest, chin resting in the gap between the hills of her knees while she stared right at the fogged glass doors to the shower. Her eyes unfocused as she allowed the swirling of her mind to play out the worst scenario in her mind. 
Harry was going to get out of bed, realize there was something sticky on his leg. When he would look down at the red marring the material, the stain too far gone at this point to successfully soak out without ruining the integrity of his sweats. She could only imagine his disgust when he realized what it was, putting the pieces together as soon as he noted the matching blot on the sheets. Harry was patient with her at all times, she knew that, but there was only so far a person could be pushed. 
This could be his breaking point, (Y/N) worried. She was ruining his things, and making a mess all over his house. There was no way he could going to be alright with her hiding away from him either, instead of going to him and taking whatever scolding she knew she deserved. This was exactly why her mother was always so adamant about her keeping these matters away from her father; it was gross and nothing a man should have to deal with, especially if it's because she couldn't keep herself together. 
With her fingers tapping across her knee, something to keep her from further picking at the pink manicure painted over her nails, (Y/N) figured she should at least hop in the shower, if only to keep up the facade of her lie. The second she thought to stand, gather her toiletries and clean herself up, she couldn't find it in herself to make a move. Any second Harry would come looking for her, she was sure. Then she would have to explain herself and hope he didn't kick her out before she was able to clean his sheets. 
As if she had manifested it, a quiet knock sounded on the door, the wood vibrating behind her back. "(Y/N), love, are you alright?" 
Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) gathered the courage to answer. He didn't sound mad at least. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry I'm taking so long." 
"'S alright, baby, don't need to be sorry," he murmured through the door, hesitance coating his words, "Are you sure you're okay?" 
"Yeah, just tired," she peeped, curling her hands into fists to keep from picking at her nails. Harry would be upset if he saw her nail polish any more chipped. 
A sigh could be heard from the other side of the door, heavy and defeated. "Nothing's wrong? At all? There's nothing y'wanted to tell me or ask me for?" 
Why wouldn't he just leave? Maybe if she had enough time, and he left the bedroom, she could sneak in and steal his sheets and soak them in the shower. That might work, right? He'd surely notice the sheets missing, but she could come up with some story, right? 
"No, I'm okay, Harry. I promise." She cringed as she spoke, feeling a wave of shame pump through her system knowing that she was using her promise against him. 
A beat passed, (Y/N) swearing she could feel his presence on the other side of the door despite the time that passed. She knew she was right the second she heard a soft thump against the door, as if he were matching her position on the other side of the wood. 
"So, y'wouldn't be upset over the sheets or anything? Or the shirt that's in the laundry right now, even though I know y'were wearing it when we went to sleep?" 
(Y/N) couldn't help the shaking sob that ripped from her throat at the mention of her actions. Hearing it all out loud hurt almost as bad at her cramps. The anxiety opened a pit in her stomach that felt like she was being sucked in from the inside out, her entire center of gravity being placed in her middle like she was going to disappear if she moved too suddenly. But, she wouldn't be lucky enough for that to really happen. 
"H-Harry," she peeped, the call of his name broken and quiet, "I'm so sorry. I-I'm so sorry." 
"Oh, angel," he cooed, tone a lot softer than she would have anticipated after hearing her admission of guilt. "Can I come in, baby?" 
She didn't make a move to unlock the door. She didn't know what she would do if she opened that door and he didn't look at her with his tender eyes and softened features she'd grown so accustomed to. 
"Please, (Y/N)?" 
But, it couldn't heart worse than hearing the defeat in his tone as he pleaded with her. 
With shaky legs, she stood to unlock the door before skittering off to sit at the edge of the tub stationed on the other end of the bathroom. That would at least give them some space if he saw her and a spark of anger ignited over how much of a mess she was acting. 
"You can come in," (Y/N) allowed, dropping her gaze to her hands that were bundled in her lap. On the brightside, with the distraction of her anxiety and the pending doom she felt over Harry witnessing her, she could barely make note of the cramps she vaguely felt bunching her abdomen. 
It was quiet, the way he slipped in, padding over the tiled floor before he surely paused at the sight of her belongings a heap on the floor. The sound of blood rushing through her system roared through (Y/N)'s ears, blocking out his advances until he was right in front of her. Harry, with his hair now tied back in a loose bun on the back of his neck, eyes scrubbed of sleep and a clean pair of sweats on his bottom half came into her line of sight. He crouched in front of her, warm hands settling on the cuffs of her knees while the gleaming green of his eyes fought to make contact with hers. 
"Angel?" he crooned, his voice a cushion for the runaway train of thought she lost control of.
"Y-Yeah?" Don't pick your nails, don't pick your nails, don't pick your nails. 
"Oh, baby, c'mere." 
That was all it took for her to clamor onto his lap, grateful at least for the extra layers of her sweats and the toilet paper she had utilized so she could settle over his thighs. The sobs she thought she was finished with made a vengeful comeback as she tucked her face into his throat, arms a shaking cage around his neck. She shielded herself as best she could, reveling in the calm before the storm she still couldn't convince herself she'd breezed past. There was no way he couldn't be at least a little angry with her, she knew that. 
But, all Harry did was run his hands in soothing circles along the planes of her back, blunt nails adding a calming clarity as they pressed in through the fabric of her top in the wake of his fingers. He pressed absent kisses to her shoulder, nose skimming along the neckline of her top as he cooed sweet nothings she wished she could hear. A steadying hand grasped her waist, occasionally running a small circuit over the dip. She was sure she didn't know just how soothing that was for her cramps, and she wasn't going to tell him in case he stopped. 
(Y/N) couldn't be sure just how long she sat wrapped in his arms, crying her heart out until he had successfully comforted her enough to get her breathing in check and tears to quit flowing. She indulged herself by giving him a soft kiss on the curve of his throat, a quiet thank you she didn't think she could properly articulate through her croaky voice even if she tried. 
"'S alright, baby," he crooned to her one last time before his hand on her back shifted to sift his fingers through the strands of hair on the back of her head. Using a gentle grip, he pulled her away from the home she made in his neck, giving the only solace she could find in the baby curls on the back of his neck that hadn't made it into the bun. 
Struggling to meet his eyes, (Y/N) settled with a view on his chest, noting the lines of ink needled into his skin. She hadn't noticed that budding rose before. 
"Will y'look at me, lovebug?" Harry requested, his fingers on the back of her head massaging he scalp. As much as she didn't want to, she knew he deserved at least that much from her. It was hesitant, the way she lifted her head and made contact with his softened eyes. She couldn't help but to search for any signs of a changing tide. "Hi, you," Harry cooed to her, voice barely a whisper. 
A shaky smile made its way on her lips. "Hi." 
Her eyes fell closed as he craned his neck, pressing a tender kiss to the full of her cheek, lips lingering. "Y'okay to talk to me now? Or do y'need a little bit longer?" 
"I'm okay," she lied. 
The careful smile that molded his features was enough to have (Y/N) soothed while she waited for his reaction now that he wasn't prioritizing taking care of her. "What happened this morning, baby? Did y'really have a bad dream, or was it something else?" 
"I really did have a bad dream," she peeped, finding flecks of blue and gold in the heady green of his eyes, "But, when I woke up I realized I made a mess, so I..." 
(Y/N) didn't know how to finish her sentence, allowing the unfinished sentiment to hang in the air while she dropped her gaze from Harry's. This was too embarrassing for her already, she didn't know if she could handle explaining it all to him. 
"So, y'got up to clean up?" Harry prodded, keeping his steady hand on her waist. (Y/N)'s response came in the form of a soft nod. "Okay, I understand. But, why did y'hide from me, baby? I would have helped you, you know that." 
Her gaze grew watery at his offer. He shouldn't have to worry about cleaning up after her like that. She shouldn't have messed up, forgot what day it was. This was her responsibility. 
"You don't need to do that," she whispered with a shake of her head, "I'm sorry I didn't take care of myself. I ruined your things." 
"Darling," Harry pressed, dropping his head to somehow wiggle his way into her line of sight, "What are y'talking about? Y'didn't ruin anything." 
"Yes, I did, Harry," she cemented in as stern of a voice she could muster with a waver, "I st-stained your clothes and ruined y-your sheets. I was too stupid to pay attention and n-now you have to take care of this even thought its my fault. I'm so sorry." 
Harry didn't bother to soothe her with any cooed words then, catching onto the fact she wouldn't hear a single syllable with the way her heartrate kicked up. Instead, he tucked her back into his chest, face in his neck as he rocked her where he sat on the bathroom floor. He only spoke when he sushed every attempt she made at apologizing. 
Once she came down for the second time in his arms, he chanced another pull of her hair to get her back into his line of sight. "Y'alright?" 
Her hum of confirmation didn't sound very convincing even to her own ears. 
She watched as Harry sighed, probably thinking the same thing as he shifted his hold on her hair to cradle her cheek on his palm. "Is that why y'were hiding from me, baby? Were y'worried I was going to be mad?" 
The childish nod she gave him felt fitting given the fact she could barely speak without sending herself into a crying fit. 
"Oh, angel," he crooned before pressing a delicate kiss to the corner of her mouth, "I could never be mad at y'for something like this, do you understand me? None of this is your fault, I know that. I know y'didn't mean to do any of that, okay? I'm sorry y'felt like y'had to clean up all by yourself." 
"No," he sternly cut her off, features still molded with soft edges and rounded corners, "I'm not mad, and there's no reason y'need to be mad at yourself either. It happens, baby, and there's nothing to be upset about. Y'can't control this kind of thing, and I want y'to understand that I would never expect that from you. Y'shouldn't either." 
"I made everything dirty, though," she peeped, her voice a hair away from cracking had she spoken any louder, "I ruined y—" 
"You didn't ruin anything, okay? We can wash the sheets, and I've already got our clothes in the machine. Nothing is ruined or broken, okay? 'M only worried about you now." 
Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) put in the effort to match his gaze. "Promise?" 
"Promise what, lovebug?" 
"Promise you're not mad?" 
The quiet curve of his lips that further softened the planes of his features had (Y/N)'s heart calming. He wouldn't be able to fake that. "I promise you 'm not mad, darling. I cross my heart, swear on Evie, everything. 'M not even a little mad, just worried." 
Harry would never, ever swear on Evie if he didn't mean it. 
"Thank you," she whispered before closing around him in a hug, wilting into his chest as her eyes fluttered closed, this time with relieved tears in her eyes. 
"I love you so much," he murmured into her shoulder, dropping an accompanying kiss to drive home the sentiment. 
(Y/N) finally felt her features relax as she let a smile tug at her lips. She could stop clenching her teeth now, something she hadn't even realized she'd been doing. "I love you too, Harry. So, so, so much." 
Silence settled over the bathroom as (Y/N) wrapped her head around her reality and stopped letting her anxieties twist it otherwise. Everything was alright, Harry had promised. 
"Do y'want to go back to sleep? I still need to wash the sheets but we can have a sleepover in the living room, if y'want?" Harry finally asked after a few minutes, breaking the quiet of the room.
She wrinkled her nose at the idea of going back to sleep feeling as dirty as she did. She still needed to wash her thighs and change into a new pair of panties now that she could think clearly. Toilet paper would have to do for now until she could make it to the store for proper products, but she could work with that. "I want to shower. I feel gross." 
A breathy laugh fell from Harry's lips as he reluctantly pulled his arms around her, only to help her stand up with him. His legs were wobbling as he stood to the full of his height, surely the cold tiles he knelt on having made him go stiff. "Alright. While y'take a shower, I'll go to the shop, okay? I can grab some things for you and when 'm back we'll take a nap. That sound good?" 
"That sounds really good, Harry, thank you." Looking up at him she gave him a watery smile, eyes still puffy and skin still warm from her earlier sobs. 
Harry gave her his own lopsided smile before giving her a small kiss to the tip of her nose. Letting go of her hand, he made it his job to start cleaning up the mess of her things on the floor, collecting her toiletries onto the counter so she could do what she needed with them while she bathed. "Anything specific y'want from the shop?" 
"No, no, just... pads and stuff," she peeped out, not able to meet his eyes at her request. While he proved to be much more mature and not crazy about these circumstances, she still wasn't used to even acknowledging she had a period to anyone other than Sarah. 
"Got it," he beamed, settling her special shampoo and conditioner on the counter alongside her favorite body lotion, "Take your time while 'm gone alright? Relax a little, and then when I'm home I'll take care of you." 
(Y/N) could only manage a soft nod her head. If she tried to speak she feared she would burst into tears again. 
God, she loved him.
"I grabbed a couple of different ones since I wasn't sure what y'liked. Anything that y'don't use we can jus' keep here, though, yeah?" 
(Y/N) watched as he emptied his grocery bags with a glass of water in her hands, swallowing down the medicine Harry had dosed out to aid in her cramps. Her hair was damp against the back of her neck, the tendrils slowly drying after the calming shower she spent the better part of an hour taking. She indulged in the extra time Harry encouraged her to take, scrubbing with her favorite exfoliants and conditioning her hair with the sweetest smelling cream in the bunch. Every soap, balm, and lotion she swept across her skin helped her feel more and more like herself—like this morning had happened years ago instead of only hours. By the time she finally pried herself from the steamy bathroom, dressed in a set of Harry's clothes he sat out for her along with the proper products to help with her period, she felt worlds better despite the cramps still racking her system. 
Harry had been waiting for her out in the living room when she emerged fully dressed and had her hair braided back while it dried. He had jumped to his feet when he saw her, hands on his hips as he scanned over her as if to check for injuries in his absence. Once he was soothed, he had her taking her medicine before leading her to the kitchen where the rest of his grocery bags were laid out, a crease in his brow as he began unloading them. 
"Y'can also take some back to your place, too, if y'need them," he mused, pulling out package after package, "I jus' don't want y'to have to go without for any reason ever again, love. Did I do alright, though? The one I left for y'was alright?" 
Though she was a little shy at his line of question, she still felt her heart skip a beat over how hard he was trying. "It's perfect, H. Thank you." 
A soft smile took his features, getting him to slow down before reaching for the next bag in the bunch. Out he pulled a bundled pair of pajamas, the fabric fleecy and warm, dyed a soft pink hue. "I got y'these, too," he murmured, offering her the set as he laid them out on the counter for her to look at, "I figured y'would want to wear something familiar after getting out of the shower, but y'can change into these if y'want. They were the softest they had and when I saw them in pink I knew I had to get them for you." 
(Y/N) let out a breathy laugh at his words, trailing her fingers over the softened material that she really might change into later. He had been right, though, she decided. She was happy to be wrapped in Harry's clothes and his scent after the whirlwind of a morning she was having. 
"Fuck, I probably did a little too much now that 'm looking at it all," Harry murmured, amusement touching his features as he pulled out a small pink frog plush from the same bag, "but, I got this for you, too. Seeing y'so upset this morning really got me, love, I just wanted to get y'anything I thought might make y'smile. 'M sorry." 
"No, no, no," she shook her head, hurriedly grabbing for the plush to look at the smiling features and blushing cheeks on the frog, "I love him, H. Thank you. You're making me feel so much better." 
Just as she had hoped, she could see the way his worry shifted and melted from his shoulders, his features settling into something much more tranquil at her reassurances. 
"Yeah?" he pressed, dimples deep in his cheeks as he looked up at her from where he was folding his tote shopping bags to be put away until next time, "I also got y'that soup y'like. The miso one with the soy sauce flavoring even though I know you're just going to add your own anyway."
"Oh my gosh, you found some?!" (Y/N) chirped in her spot, bouncing on the balls of her feet, "They've been out the last, like, three times I've gone to the store!" 
Suddenly, his smile turned a bit sheepish at the corners as he dropped his gaze to where he was folding the final remaining bag. "I—uh—I went to three different shops. That's why I jus' got home a few minutes ago." 
"Harry," her voice came out like a pouted whine as she canted her head, "Are you serious?" 
"I jus' wanted to find it for you, angel, that's all. Don't need to get all pouty on me, okay?" 
Despite his request, she didn't care before she was rounding the counter with the glass of water being pushed off to the side. Fitting herself against his chest, (Y/N) squeezed him as much as she could muster, wanting him to feel how much she loved and appreciated every moment with him—especially these ones. 
"I love you," she murmured, the words earnestly made against his chest. 
Harry didn't even hesitate before he was gathering her in his own arms, dropping his head to press a kiss to the crown of hers. His breath ruffled the slowly drying hairs right on top with his nose skimming the strands. 
"I know, baby." 
Harry hovered over (Y/N) with his lips pursed in a tight line, brows knitted in the middle. "Your cramps are still that bad, love? Are y'sure y'want to eat?" 
"Yeah, I'll be alright," she muttered, letting out the deep breath she'd been holding during the lingering wave of pain through her abdomen, "I just need to get through until I can take more medicine." 
Sighing, he checked the time on his phone. "That's not for another hour. Are y'sure y'want to eat? I don't want you to feel sick." 
"I don't feel nauseous or anything, though, really." The second she had shared just how intense her cramps could become if she hadn't prepared for them—just as was the case today—, he'd been worried about whether or not she felt sick at every turn. "Eating will help, H." 
Though he heaved a sigh, it seemed that was all the convincing it took for him to relent. Twin bowls of miso soup were laid out on the coffee table before them, Harry having insisted they have a 'picnic' in the living room so she could stay with her heating pad, heaps of blankets, and plush frog on the couch. Just as promised, he brought along a bottle of chilled soy sauce from the fridge, knowing just how much she liked to add the real deal instead of the powdered packet that came along with her favorite miso soup mix. 
"Thanks, honey," she smiled up at him, watching as the murmured pet name had the desired effect on him. She was never one for pet names, the feeling odd when she would rather call her love by his name, but she knew he would understand just how much she appreciated his efforts if she tacked on the sentiment.
"'M your honey?" he asked, a blush rising to tint his cheeks and touch at the tip of his nose, "What's that for?" 
"No reason," she said in between spoonfuls of soup, bits of tofu and seaweed leaves swirling through the broth, "Just wanted to call you that." 
Harry didn't make any comments in response, only tucking her into his side and pressing a delicate kiss to the side of her head. He didn't bother to unwind his arm even as he started eating, keeping that steadying hold on her waist with his fingertips overlapping onto the heating pad pressed to her tummy. 
"We can watch some of your shore show, if y'want," Harry offered in a mumble, pretending as if he wasn't as entertained with her reality t.v. choices as she knew he was.
"Really?!" she bubbled, bouncing in her spot though she was careful to keep from spilling her food, "I still need to show you the second season. That will show you why I love the show so much, I promise. Everyone fights at least twice during the whole season." 
"Is that so?" he hummed, nodding his head with an amused tilt to his lips, "And, we like when they fight?" 
"Of course," she said with a 'duh' attitude leaking into her tone, "They're all stupid, but the ones that we really don't like lose every time." 
"Alright," he relented, passing along the remote to her so she could pull up the show, "But, you'll have to pause it when I need to get y'some medicine. I don't want to miss any of this if 's so important." 
She didn't have it in her to argue with him while he was being so sweet. 
"Okay, honey." 
"Angel, stop, you're making me blush. Put on your little show, and hush." 
Harry's face lit up when (Y/N) exited the bathroom clad in the soft pink pj's he'd brought home for her today. She still had his hoodie covering her torso, but the fleecy bottoms were snug over her freshly exfoliated legs. 
"You're wearing 'em! Are they as soft as I thought they would be?" Harry beamed as she made her way to the bed, her spot vacant and waiting for her aside from her new froggy plush laid against her pillow. 
"They're really soft, H," she cemented, crawling into bed bedside him with her hair fluffed and free from the braid she twisted it back in earlier. "We need to go back and get you a pair." 
"Yeah? You think so?" he asked, wrapping her in his arms as she settled against his chest, covered pulled up and tucked to her chin. 
"Mhm," she hummed with a smile as she angled herself to look up at him wither her cheek smushed into his bare chest. 
He was tired, that much she could tell from the soft set of his features and the touch of darkness gathering under his eyes. She knew he hadn't napped with her when she fell asleep on the couch, but she hadn't realized just how badly he may have needed it. But, she knew he wouldn't have settled even if she pleaded. He was much too occupied with ensuring her heating pad was stuck to her tummy and she was drinking w enough fluids to make up for what she was missing out on with her cycle. 
Maybe, she thought, she could use a bit of his exhaustion to her advantage and convince him to sleep in with her tomorrow. And, if she lucked out and got up before him, she could treat him to some breakfast.
"What?" he asked, interrupting her admiring. Harry's own smile was saddled with a pair of deep dimples on the apples of his cheeks, lips softened and pink to match the color blushing the tip of his nose. 
"Nothing," she hummed, feeling a little silly to be caught starting as if she had made any attempts to hide it. "Just wanted to tell you that I love you, and thank you for today. It really means a lot." 
"Darling," he crooned to her, petting his hand through her hair, "Don't need to thank me for any of that, okay? I don't know where y'got the idea that I was going to be upset with you, but I need y'to know hat I didn't do anything special today. I took care of you because I love you and 's the right thing to do, okay?" 
"But, it's special to me, H," she insisted, voice a whisper in the quiet of his bedroom, "I would never expect anyone to do that for me, and I just—I don't know. It just really means a lot to me and made me love you even more." 
Harry shifted under her, using the hand he had petting her hair back to pull her face to his. Pressing his lips to hers, he made use of the gentle contact to get his own point across. he loved her and would do this for her no matter what, because he wasn't stupid and wasn't insane enough to be upset with her over something out of her control. She shouldn't expect anything less than this treatment because it was what she deserved. 
"Today made me love y'more, too," he murmured against her kiss, a slight nudge of his nose against hers pulling a smile from her lips. 
"Mhm," he hummed, pulling away just enough to match her gaze. "Y'make me feel needed, like y'want me around even if 'm only doing things you're more than capable of doing for yourself. I like knowing that y'want me to do it anyway—that y'trust me." 
Brushing a gentle hand over the height of his cheekbone, fingertips tracing over the planes of his face in a delicate touch, (Y/N) felt her emotions take ahold of her once more. "Because I do need you," she whispered, voice wavering as she tried to keep her tears at bay, "You make me feel wanted." 
Touching his forehead to hers as best he could while still getting a view of her pretty eyes, Harry allowed a lazy smile to touch his features. "We make a good team then, don't we?" 
Her smile wavered at his crooned words. "The best." 
Harry couldn't stop smiling, even when he kissed her until she fell asleep. 
its finally here ahhhh!! thank you sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if u have any questions or requests of your own please snd them in!
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harryistheonlyoneforme · a day ago
What about some roommate h slow sex, like maybe stress relief sex or something!
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Harry is humming as he steps into his and YN’s shared home, toeing his shoes off in the entryway before making his way into the house with a brand new laptop for YN.
He knows she’s been very stressed lately about the fact that her cat, Sushi, walked onto the screen and snapped the entire laptop in half. This was especially stressful because not only does YN do her schoolwork from the computer, but she also works from her computer, so that’s two problems in one.
A pep in his step as he makes his way toward her room, he knocks gently and she gives him a weak ‘come in’ that just about breaks his heart in half. He truly does hate to see her so upset, and when he enters the room with the laptop in hand, she sees and her eyes immediately well with tears, a shaky hand flying to her mouth that’s dropped open in shock.
“H,” she whispers, a tear falling as he steps closer to her. She really did not know how she was going to make ends meet, and to see him with this sends her into an emotional breakdown, sobs wracking through her body. He hurriedly sits the laptop at the door and goes over to her, bringing her into his arms.
“Shh, I know, baby,” he coos, rubbing a sweet hand up and down her back. She hiccups a round of ‘thank you’s as she tries to calm down, endlessly grateful to have him as both a roommate and a best friend.
Once she’s all calm, she thanks him again, which he shrugs off as she deserves it for all she does, and he’s surprised when she leans up and presses her lips to his. He’s in shock for a few seconds but then he kisses her back just as desperately, his hands moving down to her hips to hold her tightly to him.
As the kiss quickly turns heated, she reaches down to his running shorts but he stops her, moving her hand away. She looks to him in confusion, embarrassment seeping into her at the rejection. It immediately melts away as he pulls the cover from her and finds her bare legs, slipping her panties down and off. Spreading her legs, he ducks his head down, looking up at her as she breathes erratically.
“No, baby. Gonna do all the work,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to her soft thighs. “Just lie back, yeah?” he asks, looking into her eyes for permission.
“Please, I need it so bad,” she whines, squirming slightly.
Looking down, Harry can see a bit of her wetness start to drip from between her folds, glistening in the dim light of the room.
“Gonna take such good care of you,” he whispers, reaching up to slowly swipe his fingers through her soaked folds. A small smile forms on his lips as she gasps softly, her hips bucking up to meet his fingers. “Feels nice, baby?” he questions, taking his time to pay special attention to her throbbing clit.
A small whine leaves her parted lips as she nods softly, the feeling of his fingers expertly moving around the sensitive nerve making small shocks run through her body. “Y-yeah,” she breathes out.
“Mm,” he hums, moving the now drenched fingers down to her entrance, rubbing over the outside gently and slowly, teasing her. “Want me to make it all better?” he coos, sinking the tip of one finger in before pulling back and listening to her cry out in frustration.
She just reaches down and holds his wrist in place, moving her hips down to sink down onto his awaiting fingers. Harry is shocked at her actions, his dark hooded eyes watching her every move as a cocky smirk forms on his face.
“Gonna put m’mouth on you,” he tells her, leaning down. “Only if that’s okay with you, of course;” he teases with a chuckle, his breath tickling her slightly. She can’t take anymore. As she still rides his fingers desperately, she reaches down and grabs onto his hair tightly, pulling him into her.
Harry moans out softly in surprise, the vibrations shooting through her body and making her back arch, and he takes that as his queue to begin. He quickly takes her neglected clit between his lips and sucks gently, at the same time angling his fingers to hook up onto her g-spot.
The immediate increase in pleasure leaves YN a broken mess, sobs and whines of Harry’s name leaving her lips as her orgasm builds out of nowhere. Her hips have not stopped grinding down against his mouth and his hand, the tight grip she has on his hair not faltering. He doesn’t mind the slight pain, the stinging only pushing him to double his efforts to make her cum.
It doesn’t take much considering how close she is, and less than a minute later her hips are stilling and her hole is locking down onto his fingers tightly, a silent scream on her lips as she cums so hard she sees stars.
Harry works her throughout the entirety of the orgasm, not stopping until her twitches and spasms die down, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. When she’s all the way down, he slowly retracts his soaked fingers from her still twitching hole and reaching to her bedside table to grab some tissues.
He wipes his hand as well as her thighs and vagina, careful not to overstimulate her. When he finishes, he pulls the covers up over her legs and stands up slowly.
“Get some rest, baby,” he whispers, tucking her in and pressing a kiss to her forehead as he heads to the door of her bedroom. He’s stopped by the feeling of her cold hand on his wrist, making him freeze. Turning back to her, he sees the softest and most adorable look on her face, timidity evident.
“Can y’stay with me, please? Just until I go to sleep, maybe?” she questions nervously, and Harry can’t help the soft smile that forms on his face, nodding softly before making his way to the other side of her bed and climbing in. He slides behind her and fits his body against hers, wrapping his arms around her.
The only sounds in the room are the sounds of their soft and steady breathing that eventually turns into soft snores, the both of them drifting off peacefully.
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atlafan · 18 hours ago
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“Well, go on.” He says as he spreads his legs just a little wider. “Come get what you came in here for.”
The smirk on his face and the bulge in his pants are making your race. Harry doesn’t usually wear such well-fitted slacks. He looked so fucking good today. It was almost unfair.
This had to be a trap. He’s pulling one over on you so he has a reason to go to HR and give you a demerit so you won’t be eligible for partner this year. You and Harry have always been competitive with each other, but it was fun. There was no real malice behind it. You’re friends, sort of. At the least, you’re certainly not enemies. He’s two years ahead of you and is already a partner. If anything, he’s been a mentor in a weird way.
It’s around 7:30PM. Most of you are still working. It’s not uncommon to work long days at a law firm. You usually leave around 8 most nights. You and Harry had been looking for a particular file all day. He found it, and let you know. Which is why you’re standing in his office right now. He’s never presented himself to you like this before. You always thought he was cute, but you brushed it away because work was the main priority. Never mix business with pleasure. Never.
He’s sitting in his chair, slightly reclined with his legs spread. His head is cocked to the side waiting for your response.
“H-Harry, I-“ He leans forward and taps on the file on his desk. You sigh internally with relief. “Thank you for your help today.” You mutter while you cross the room to his desk to get what you came in for.
“No thanks necessary. By helping you, you’re helping me. Can’t really trust a first year intern with this specific assignment, can I?”
“No.” You answer quietly as you shake your head.
“You should go home, it’s late.” He stands up and adjusts the waist of his pants. “I’ll walk out with you.”
“I still have a lot to do.”
“I wasn’t asking, I was telling. The work will be there tomorrow morning. You can’t do your job right or be a good lawyer if you’re running on an hour of sleep. Did you even eat today?” All you do is blink at him. “That’s what I thought.” He tuts his tongue at you (tsk-tsk sound). “What am I going to do with you? If you insist on continuing to work, why don’t we go out for dinner. We can work on things together while having a nice meal.”
“Oh, Harry, you don’t have to take me to dinner. I have some stuff at home.” Your cheeks are so hot, and your mouth is so dry. He’s never been this forward with you before. Usually your cheeky banter is back and forth, but for whatever reason, he’s making you rather nervous tonight.
“What, like a granola bar?” He scoffs. “You like pasta, let’s get Italian at Rosie’s.”
He puts his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of his office and over to yours. You grab your coat, and he very kindly carries your bag as you make your way to the elevator.
“You know it’s funny. When I first walked into your office and you were sitting the way you were on top of what you said to me, I thought you were essentially telling me to suck you off.” You laugh as you ride the elevator down. He side eyes you, his lip curling upward. “That would be crazy, right?” A full smirk grows on his face as the elevator dings. “Harry, that would be crazy.” You follow him out, racing to keep up with him. “Right? Right?!”
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watermelonsugacry · 2 days ago
SORRY TO BOTHER!! But i cant stop thinking about band member y/n just being a young pop star like all of the boys, going out to parties together, and sometimes hook ups with random people. harry does it too and so does other band members, its never a big secret between them all but imagine harry walking into y/n's hotel room after a night out to check up on her and seeing a guy leave her room with a few of his belongings packed in his arms.. IDK i feel like harry would just get so jealous and get pissed off really easily by anything and anyone for the rest of the day but not know why and having to try keep his cool
stooooop because when this happened the first time in 2013, he was so heartbroken about the whole thing.
Like he just closed his hotel door behind him when he stops in his tracks as he spots a man closing YN's door that's across the hall from his room. The man doesn't even have his socks on and holds his black denim jacket and sleek Chelsea boots in his arms. The bloke looks up and he's a deer in headlights.
After a beat of awkward silence, the guy clears his throat, throwing a nod in the pop star's direction as he heads down the hall, "Sup, man."
"Sup," Harry furrows his eyebrows at the brunette stranger and looks towards his bandmate's hotel door. The crease in between his eyebrows when he knocks on her door, taking a glance down the hallway.
"Morning, babe," YN beams at her bandmate and his eyes immediately go towards her messy bedhead and the way she bites at her swollen bottom lip. "Was just gonna make a cuppa tea, want one?"
He follows her inside and sees the way she practically floats into the small connected kitchen. The oversized t-shirt she's wearing has her reaching up to cover her exposed shoulder and he has to look away when she reaches up to grab a mug to avoid his gaze from falling to the bottom of her short pj shorts.
Harry leans his hip against the kitchen island and awkwardly clears his throat, "So...how was your night?"
He doesn't know why he feels the boiling heat of jealousy at the pit of his stomach at the sound of her giggling to herself when it would usually cause the familiar flutter of butterflies.
He's grateful when she hands him his mug, already prepared just the way he likes it, as he has something to grip his fidgety fingers onto.
"And you?" YN asks into the rim of her mug.
"Oh, same yeah," Harry lies, knowing full well that he slept alone in his king sized bed the entire night. "But judging by your mood, this lad must have been something else, huh?"
He doesn't know why he's torturing himself further by wanting to know more about her night. It's an odd itch that he has to scratch even if the mere thought of someone touching, kissing, licking at his crush the way he wishes makes him want to drive his fist through the nearest wall.
"He was..." YN bites her lip in an attempt to tame her smile, shaking her head as she gets lost in her thoughts. "Let's just say that he knew what he was doing. Oh, but m'sure you don't wanna hear all of the details—"
"I don't mind," Harry casually shrugs his shoulders, hoping to pull off a cool demeanor. "We are friends, lovie."
"Curiosity killed the cat, Harry," She warns with a tempting smirk.
"Yeah but satisfaction brought it back, didn't it?"
There are two knocks on the door before the sound of the keycard beep is faintly heard.
"Rise and shine, YN—oh, hey Harry," Emma, her personal stylist, smiles as she walks into the room. "Sorry, bub, but you gotta head out. I need to get YN ready for a day full of interviews today. Go get ready with the rest of the boys, H. Now shoo."
With a final small smile her way, he says, "Thanks for the tea, lovie," before making his way out. When he enters the chatty hotel suite where the rest of the band has already started to get ready for the day, their stylists and other team members walking around the room, the crease between his eyebrows returns. It stays there for the rest of the day and when asked about his unusually quiet mood by the other boys, he shakes them off with a muttered, "M'fine."
YN plops down on the couch and once they hear the door softly close, Emma begins to take out some potential heel choices from her suitcase.
"So...how was your night?" Emma inquires.
"Disappointing," YN rubs her face before pushing her messy hair back. "Had to finish meself off, as per usual."
"Oh, m'sorry, love. I always hope these lads would be different. Well, at least you didn't say Harry's name like last time."
"Hey, that was one time," YN points out with a knowing look. "And the bloke was too drunk to even notice. All of which stays between us, Em."
"No need to remind me, I know, I know," Emma reassures the young woman before her with a sigh. "But that bloke in the elevator did look an awful lot like—"
"Don't," YN quickly interrupts.
There's a pregnant pause before the two women share a look and burst out into girlish giggles.
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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 days ago
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Chapter 8
Series Summary: There are moments in our lives that have a major impact. The interactions, the adventures, and the love, all make up who we are. But when Harry can't remember those moments with YN, they are both left wondering what that means for themselves and their relationship.
Chapter Summary: This is (again) from Harry's point of view. Now that he remembers it all, how does he handle the reality that he may have lost everything?
Thanks for sticking around even though I broke most of your hearts with the last chapter.
Chapter Warnings: Some explicit language (of course), mention of mild depression, mention of brain injury, jealousy, scheming, lots of songs, and angst
"No one will know!" Harry chuckles, a giant smirk unapologetically stretching across his face, caving his dimples deep into his cheeks.
"I will know!" YN exclaims, raising her palms up to rest across her reddening cheeks.
"That's fine with me…" He replies. "It is about you after all."
She lets out a giggle, biting her lip as she coyly looks into his eyes with the ones he can always get lost in.
"So which one is it?"
"Do I taste like strawberries? Or watermelon?"
Harry walks up to YN, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer, instantly feeling her warmth.
"Sweet." He shrugs, unable to fully put into words what he experiences during that specific, intimate moment. "You just taste sweet."
She wraps her arms around his neck, her gaze putting him in a trance, as she looks down at his lips.
"How many other songs have you written about me?"
His cheek color begins to match hers, and his gaze drops down to her own pink lips. He is definitely gone for her.
"All of them." He responds, watching as her eyes light up, like she could guide his way through the dark. "All of my new songs are about you."
Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture. Harry thought all the torment had reached its peak before this, but he is completely broken now. YN is happy. He had wanted that for her. He had just hoped it would be with him. Now more than ever, he wishes she was happy with him.
His entire week since that night at the bar has been filled with crying, sleeping, and writing. He now has page after page of songs about her. So many songs. Maybe too many songs, but he can't help it. He really is pouring his heart out at this point, what little bit he has left.
Baby, you are the love of my life
Maybe, you don't know it's lost til you find it
It's not what I want, to leave you behind
Don't know where you'll land when you fly
But, baby, you are the love of my life
There is a subtle knock on the bedroom door, which Harry almost misses. Or more truthfully, he wants to ignore. He has become comfortable drowning in his sadness, letting it take him under. He tries to convince himself it has to do with the creative process of getting his feelings down with ink on paper. That's not totally true. He believes this is his penance, his punishment for being an idiot. But mostly, he has come to believe that the pain from all of this is the only thing he has left of YN. So, the knock at the door and the expectation to open it is unwelcome, with the potential to disrupt everything he's feeling at this moment. However, it slowly opens nonetheless and he looks over to see Gemma walking in with a sympathetic expression plastered all over her face.
"Hey." She mutters, walking towards his bed. Her eyes suddenly shoot over to his nightstand, finding a view of the engagement ring that Harry can't seem to put away. If he is going to be tortured, he might as well encompass himself in it fully.
"Mum… told me what's happened." She mutters again, sitting down next to him on the bed, just like she used to during their childhood, when he was hurting in some way. Her sight then switches over to the journals laying next to him, picking up the open one closest to her and flipping through the recently inked pages. "Shit, Harry."
"Pathetic, right?" He responds, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. "In my twenties, wallowing in depression, and writing songs about all my heartache."
"No. It's not pathetic. It's anything but pathetic, actually. It's what you do. It's cathartic. You were in lov-"
"I am still in love." He interrupts, correcting her terminology so she understands how he still truly feels. The love came back. More accurately, it never actually went away. It just hid itself in the depths of his mind and frustratingly didn't reveal itself until the most inopportune moment. A moment too late.
"Right." She nods, dropping her gaze to the floor as she sighs. "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault, Gem. It's all mine." His gaze drops down, mimicking hers, also followed by his own disappointed exhale. He might never get rid of that knowledge. The guilt. He did this to YN, and inadvertently to himself. He almost wishes for another brain injury, so he can also forget all the pain he is experiencing now. But of course, if it means forgetting YN, he'd never want it. As much as he hurts, she's everything to him. And as torturing as the memories are, he doesn't want a life that is completely void of her.
"Mum says you've been cooped up here all week…" She states, bringing Harry out of yet another spiral of damning thoughts. "Let's go get some coffee or something."
"C'mon, Harry. You need to get outta the house." She states, causing him to respond with a nod. As much as he wants to bunker down and hide away from the world, he knows it's not good for his mental health. It's barely hanging on by a thread as it is. He could clear his head. Even if it's for a moment. Those seem to be all he gets these days.
"Alright." He relents, taking the journal from his sister's hands and tossing it onto the bed, knowing full well that he will open it again as soon as he returns. "But… where…?"
Harry follows his sister after parking her car on the side of the building, passing the market store, and stopping at the front of the Beachwood Cafe.
He's been here a few times, mainly before he met YN, and brought her a time or two as well. But they both had to agree, Way Cup was much better, and the sentiment it had for the two of them made it that much more special. Not to say they didn't visit other cafes if needed, but Way Cup was their place. Always their place.
"Oh man!" Gemma states, causing Harry to look up and fix his eyes on the piece of paper taped to the front door. "They're out of coffee."
All he can do is laugh. He won't wallow about this, and throw a pity party about how everything in his life seems to be going that way, but at this point he just isn't surprised, because it does feel true.
"What do you wanna do?" She asks, turning towards him with a look shows she is concerned he could crumble it at any moment. He feels sad that she feels like that. She shouldn't. But he supposes it isn't outrageous that she does, considering his current state.
"We can just go back home. Or…" He pauses, unsure how he feels about the suggestion he has just initiated. Does he want to say it? Or even do it? "We could go to Way Cup…"
Gemma's eyes widen subtly, but Harry picks up on her surprised reaction. He responds with a simple shrug.
"It's better coffee." He adds, certain of the truth behind that statement, but not entirely of the reason he wants to visit that particular cafe. He's beginning to think he just wants to put himself through hell. Maybe because he feels as if he deserves it. Or maybe because YN might feel that way. Or maybe, just maybe, because he could bump into her there, and they could start their fairytale all over again. Why he even has the tiniest bit of hope for that scenario, he has no idea. But he's holding onto it. However small.
Just like the drive to the bar, the drive to Way Cup is just as nerve-wracking. He can't even begin to gather any words to give her, and he knows YN's probably run out of things to say. Besides, he is almost positive he will not be seeing YN this time. He takes a deep breath as he opens the door for his sister, and unintentionally does a scan of the room. His heart still wants to look for her. To find her. Even if it's pointless.
The person he finds is not YN, however, but Adhira instead. And she isn't alone. Standing next to her is the man who had YN's attention that night at BarCode. The man who gave her a hug, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and made her smile. Smile, and laugh. It's the man who made YN happy, in whatever capacity it is. He just doesn't want to know that detail.
Adhira spins around as she receives her order, clearly intending to head out the front door that Harry now stands in front of.
"Harry!" She exclaims, a bit of shock flashing across her face as her gaze flickers over to the man beside her. "Hey."
He clears the lump in his throat as he notices her do the same, and his eyes land upon the stranger. The one he wishes wasn't here but also the one he oddly wishes that he was.
"Hey, man! I'm Raj!" The man extends his hand towards Harry, who has the instant desire to reject it. But this man has done nothing wrong. Taken the attention of the woman he loves? Yes. But that's not Raj's fault. Everyone is captivated by her anyway. His selfish ex demanded the attention of everyone around her, but YN can simply draw people in naturally, and clearly this man is no exception.
"Hi, mate. I'm Harry." He responds, extending his own hand to meet for the uncomfortable exchange of pleasantries, at least on Harry's end. Yet something takes over him. Call it confidence, or jealousy, but a question begins to spill out of his mouth without his consent. "You were at the opening of BarCode, yeah?"
"Oh. Yeah. I was." Raj replies, slight confusion instantly appearing on his face.
"How'd you-" Adhira begins to say.
"So how do you know YN?" Harry asks, ignoring the touch he feels on his forearm from Gemma's hand, most likely to reign him in before anything unpleasant starts. He doesn't care about staying casual with this conversation. He won't be mean, he just wants the answers. Again, torturing himself further. It's sadistic at this point.
"Well, we…" Raj's gaze shoots over to Adhira with widened eyes and he points between the two of them. "We are cousins. So, I've known YN for a long time."
"That's nice. How well do you know her?" Harry quickly inquires, noticing Adhira's mild glare, and instantly feeling Gemma's hand squeezing his skin as she clears her throat.
"Sorry, guys, we should probably order now." Gemma states, scowling at her brother as she tries to move him along. He notices the apologetic look she gives her friend. Their friend. "I'll call you later, Addy."
As everyone begins to maneuver around each other, a small box slips from Raj's hand and hits the floor. Harry stops before his foot smashes its contents, and picks up the box, noticing three sugary baked goods inside. He knows who the extra one is for. It's guaranteed.
"Careful with those. YN will be upset if they don't serve their purpose." He states, handing it over to the man who inevitably gets to hand its contents over to the woman he loves. Now he knows that the sight of any dessert will be damning.
Raj nods and Harry begins to step towards the counter when he feels another hand, one not belonging to his sister, grip onto his shoulder. He turns to see Adhira with a deer-in-headlights expression. She's usually so direct, and sure of herself, that this reaction causes Harry to chuckle.
"What did you just say?" She asks him quietly.
A mild panic begins to set in. He had been too bold with his statements, or too aggressive with Raj. Now Adhira is pissed and of course that will get back to YN. He wishes he knew when he would stop being an idiot.
"I, umm, I thought one was for her." He replies shyly. "And she said something like that to me before… so I was just…"
"Excuse us." She states, looking between Raj and Gemma, immediately pulling Harry through the cafe and out the front door.
"Addy, m'sorry, I-"
"When did she say that to you, Harry?" She asks, her features softening so suddenly that Harry shakes his head to confirm his eyesight isn't tricking him.
He straightens up, worried about what she may be thinking, but also proud that he is finally able to pull from all the memories he has of YN.
"When we first met."
Adhira lets out a breath so full that Harry is certain there is no air left in her lungs.
"Oh my god." She looks up at him, gripping onto his shoulder with the hand that's void of her coffee cup. The hold on him doesn't feel like it's meant to inflict any pain. Instead, it oddly feels as if it could lift him off the ground with joy. "You remember that?"
"I remember everything." He whispers, unsure if he was loud enough for her to hear. His question is instantly answered when she wraps her arms around him and lets out an excited squeal as she pulls away.
A smile appears across his face as he notices the water beginning to form in the corner of her eyes. However, his heart begins to sink, knowing that regaining his memories doesn't do any good for him now. Especially now, with Raj around.
"Holy shit! This is fucking crazy! I mean, it's good, but, like, crazy good! When? When did this happen?"
Harry clears his throat, suddenly feeling anxiety begin to bubble up inside.
"Umm, 'bout a week ago. After the BarCode opening night. I found-" He stops himself before admitting any more. No one else knew about the ring, and it should probably stay that way. It's just him, his mum, and Gemma. Things have been complicated enough, and he selfishly wants to hold onto that knowledge so it doesn't get spoiled. Even though nothing will come of it. "I found some songs I wrote 'bout her and it all kinda just came back to me at once."
"Does she know?" She immediately asks, but Harry simply responds with a small shake of his head. "Why not?"
It really is a good question. His simple answer is that she deserves better. And that's true. The deeper part of it is that he didn't choose her when he lost his memory, a mistake he will forever regret. But he doesn't want her to be with him just because he remembers. Just as she didn't want to feel like an obligation, he doesn't want to either. He hurt her. Even with injury as an excuse, he still did that to her, and she does, truly, deserve better than that.
"I hurt her. Too much." He finally replies, dropping his gaze to the ground as that recent night flashes in front of his eyes.
"Harry, yeah, she's hurting…" Adhira grabs one of his shoulders as a frown forms between his brows. His eyes meet hers and she gives him a small smile. "But she loves you. You love her, right?"
"F'course I do!" His heart begins to race at the thought of how much he loves her. Partly because of how strong the feeling is, but also from the fear of no longer being able to express it to her. "But… I don't know if I deserve the chance."
Adhira is silent for a moment, her gaze dropping to the ground, causing Harry's chest to tighten. He's felt, for a long time now, that he has probably fucked it up too much for her to take him back, and seeing her best friend's hesitation to speak is beginning to give him that confirmation that the outcome he dreads is actually true.
"I think she deserves to know though." She finally responds, looking back up at him with a compassionate expression. He doesn't know how to feel about that. But his chest remains tight.
"I'm not going to say you'll get her back, but you need to talk to her..." She adds. "At least try to!"
Try? Their friend, YN's best friend, is suggesting he try. Maybe things with Raj aren't serious. It's only been a few weeks after all. Maybe, and only maybe, Harry does have a chance. But hope has been cruel to him before.
Again she is silent, stepping back from him and raising her finger to her mouth as she contemplates her answer.
"Meet me at BarCode later, at like 2pm." She replies.
"Why are you helping me?" He asks, his brow furrowing again, not in anger, but confusion. She knows what he has done. She doesn't need to do this for him.
"What?" Her own baffled expression quickly appearing on her face in response. "Because you're my friend too, Harry, and you both deserve to be happy."
A breath he didn't know he was holding is released, and gratitude softly bubbles up so strongly that he could float away. Finally, he has someone to help. Someone on his side. Someone who believes he actually does deserve an opportunity and is willing to nudge that possibility along.
Finally, he lets himself feel hope.
Harry takes a deep breath before knocking on the bar's front door. It opens in an hour, so the door is locked, but he doesn't have to wait too long before Adhira opens it up and motions him to come in. He isn't sure what will become of this little meetup, but he is thankful it will be in private. For the most part. Adhira motions him over to sit on a barstool, and Aman walks up behind the bar. Adhira sits next to Harry, and her brother rests his elbows on the counter. The atmosphere seems serious and nerves shoot through Harry.
"So. We've come up with a plan." Adhira begins, pointing between herself and Aman. Harry couldn't be more bewildered.
"Okay…" He responds.
"Well, it's not about making her take you back, or whatever you call it… but at least you can have the opportunity… to talk or something… both of you… because, like-"
"Oh my god, Adhira, take longer." Aman chuckles, rolling his eyes and looking directly at Harry. "Harry, would you and your band want to play here Friday night?"
Again, he feels nothing but confusion. He wonders if the two of them are even having the same conversation with him.
"Sure." He shrugs, looking between the siblings. He figures he'll have to talk to the others, but he can almost guarantee they'll say yes. He knows they've been wanting to play gigs, waiting for him to be ready and willing again, even if they haven't expressed those sentiments out loud.
"My scheming sister figures it'll give you the chance to talk to YN, if she can get her here. And you can speak your peace, or whatever it is you wanna do."
"I'm not scheming!" Adhira exclaims, smacking her brother on the arm. "I'm just… organizing an opportune moment for them to talk…"
Aman scoffs and Harry chuckles. He will take whatever he can get if it means he can talk to YN. Although, he is still unsure why they are helping him when Raj, their own cousin, is there making her happy. As much as he doesn't want to bring it up, he has to ask. He has to know what his odds are in this plan of theirs.
"Umm… what about Raj?" He asks quietly, internally wincing at the name. He has nothing against him, except the fact that he is in the position that Harry desires to be in.
The siblings both shoot their gazes over to him and it causes Harry to sit up straighter. Maybe they forgot about that hurdle for him.
"Well, I, umm, I saw him and YN talking on opening night. She… she looked happy. I don't wanna… shit… I just want her to be happy." He admits. It's true, and he's been telling himself that since his little epiphany about his feelings for her, even before his memories came back. Because ultimately, as miserable as he would be, and it would be a lot, her happiness is the most important thing to him.
They look at each and laugh.
"What? No!" Adhira giggles. "He's our cousin. He met her at a family gathering years ago. It's not, no, he's married! They just haven't seen each other in a long time."
"He's taking over the bar for me while Priya and I get ready for the wedding and go on our honeymoon." Aman adds, and Harry has never felt more relieved than at this moment. Hope grows. He can't help it now. She hasn't moved on. She still loves him and she hasn't moved on.
"Is that… why you walked out that night?" She asks, a very quizzical look and tone leaving her as the words come out. Harry just drops his gaze and shrugs. "Oh, Harry. Shit. I'm sorry."
"S'alright. It's my fault this all happened." He replies, still not meeting either of their gazes. "I just wanna make it right."
"Hey." Adhira reaches out to him and places her hand on his. "She's my best friend, but we still love you too. As angry as I've been for her, I do know this has been hard on you. Especially now."
Again, relief floods over him, like his worries are being washed away as he stands under a waterfall, and he can't help but smile at the knowledge that he isn't hated by everyone else.
"Thank you." He mumbles happily, overwhelmed by all the positivity that's coming his way now. He hated having hope. He kept getting let down. But now, he could care less, because the feeling he has of possibly winning over the woman he loves is too much to dismiss.
"Okay." He adds, beginning to show off an uncontrollable grin. "Let's do this."
Just as Harry thought, it didn't take any convincing to get Mitch and Sarah on board, and that was before he even explained the greater intent behind the gig. After that, they immediately began to create a setlist. He expressed his desire to add at least one of the new songs he has written for her, and they didn't even question the suggestion.
So here they are. Backstage at BarCode on a Friday night, waiting to head out and perform their set.
"That is the eighteenth time you've looked out there, man. I'm sure she'll come." Mitch states, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.
Doubt tries to creep in, sure, but he is holding onto that strong, newfound hope. That doesn't mean he isn't anxious. Outrageously anxious. This is kind of all or nothing at this point, which doesn't help the nerves, but he is willing to put it all out there for YN.
Raj, who Harry has coincidentally become very fond of, walks in and lets them know they have five minutes until they are due on stage. Harry walks over to their sheet music, looking over their song choices for the hundredth time.
He feels a palm on the back of his shoulder and looks up to see Sarah's smile. "Let's just have a fun night."
He returns her smile, thankful that she wants to calm him, even though his nerves remain at their peak. Not only is it due to YN, but also the fact that he hasn't performed for months now. Especially not in front of a crowd. He can only think on how important this night is.
"Ready?" Mitch asks, pulling him back to the moment.
"S'pose." Harry chuckles, nodding to his friend, taking a few deep breaths, and grabbing his guitar to walk out on stage.
The bright lights stun him for a moment as he sets up, looking out to the crowd occasionally to adjust his vision. Once it clears, he instantly scans each face, desperate to find the only person he cares about being there.
His heart sinks, not meeting her beautiful eyes, but as he hears Mitch strum a chord to check his sound, Harry places his guitar down and clears his throat as he steps closer to the mic.
"Hello. I'm Harry. And these are my friends, Mitch and Sarah." He begins, his voice quiet to start. "We are, umm, here to entertain, hopefully, with a few songs. You are here to, hopefully, enjoy your night. So… let's get this started, shall we?"
As routine as those words have been from previous gigs, tonight has too much going on for him to feel composed. He's really counting on the music to get him back into the groove and shake off all of the anxiety he's flooded with.
"We're gonna start with a couple of cover songs, and if you know them, please sing along." He states, looking to Sarah, to not only acknowledge that she can count them in, but also to allow himself a quick moment to take another deep breath.
He's thankful that they are starting with a Fleetwood Mac song, because it is one he can sing without truly thinking about. And that's what he's doing. Lyrics just falling out, and unfamiliar faces staring back at him, he closes his eyes and stays that way until the song ends. Applause pries them back open and he nods to the crowd.
"Thank you. That was 'The Chain' by Fleetwood Mac. Such a good song." He states, giving a small smile as turns around to face the drums. He squeezes his hands together, subtly shaking his head as he looks up at Sarah, graciously accepting her reassuring nod. But his hands still shake as he picks up his guitar.
He swivels back to the mic, momentarily placing the pick between his teeth as he runs his hand through his already sweaty locks.
"This… umm… so, uh, this next… song…" He mumbles, his voice becoming just as shaky as his hands. His eyes begin to flicker up to the crowd and his gaze instantly lands on a familiar face. His breath hitches and he steps back from the mic, quickly turning around to Mitch and Sarah.
"I'm changing the order." He whispers. "Just follow me."
He stands up straighten as he turns back around, his eyes once again meeting the gaze he found seconds before.
"This next one is a new one." He speaks clearly into the mic. "I hope you like it."
He looks down at his guitar for a moment as he plays the first few chords of the song, one he wrote specifically for this night. For this moment. One he could sing specifically for YN.
Now you are standing there right in front of me
I hold on, it's getting harder to breathe
All of a sudden these lights are blinding me
I never noticed how bright they would be
As he stares into those intoxicating eyes of hers, singing the next lines, all nerves fade away. He should be surprised. Anyone else would think it would cause them to peak, but the thing about YN is that she always made him feel at ease. She was the reason he started playing gigs, and she was the reason he was confident enough to do so. Looking at her always made everything okay, and that hasn't changed.
I'll keep my eyes wide open
I'll keep my arms wide open
He can't help but let out a deep exhale, not knowing or caring if it came through the mic.
Don't let me, don't let me,
Don't let me go
'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone
Don't let me, don't let me go
'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone
His heart races as his gaze stays fixated on her, being given the same focus in return.
I promised one day that I'd bring you back a star
I caught one and it burned a hole in my hand
Seems like these days, I watch you from afar
Just trying to make you understand
God, he hopes that she knows this is all for her.
I'll keep my eyes wide open
This song, and his heart.
Don't let me, don't let me,
Don't let me go
'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone
Don't let me, don't let me go
A small watering begins to pool at the corners of his eyes, as he desperately wants to be next to her. Every part of him is drawn to her. It always has been, and this moment is no different. To him, they are the only ones in the bar right now, and the distance is killing him. But the tears are also because he is pouring out his heart to the only one who it belongs to. The love he has is so strong. He wants her to know it. And feel it. And, if this plan is any indication, he wants hers too. He wants her love so badly.
Don't let me, don't let me go
'Cause I'm tired of sleeping alone
He pulls away from the mic, and a loud applause erupts throughout the bar. But he is still zoned in on YN, embracing each and every second that he gets to look at her, and be in her presence. Even if it's from afar.
She wipes just under her eyes and he doesn't know if he is able to take that as a good sign. But now he has a boost of confidence, and also an idea. He turns around to place the guitar back down and lifts up the sheet music of the next song he wants to play.
With a quick gulp of water, he swivels back around to the crowd, gripping onto the mic and flickering his eyes quickly across the sea of faces in front of him.
"Thank you!" He exclaims, as Sarah and Mitch begin to play an extended intro to the next song.
"This is the first time we've played that one. But this next song, which is our last tonight, was written a while back. It's about... a fun love, and one of my favorites." And his eyes set back on the only person he cares to see. It's an extremely bold move for him to sing this one right, considering the state of things, but he wants to show her that he really does feel the same as he did back then. Maybe bring back the memories of those good times, for her too.
Tastes like strawberries, on a summer evening
And it sounds just like a song
I want more berries, and that summer feeling
It's so wonderful and warm
Only YN knows the real meaning behind this one.
Breathe me in, breathe me out
I don't know if I could ever go without
I'm just thinking out loud
I don't know if I could ever go without
He subtly bites his bottom lip as all the feelings from the inspiration of the song overcome him.
Watermelon sugar high
Waternelon sugar high
Watermelon sugar high
Watermelon sugar high
Watermelon sugar
He almost laughs as he notices her palm shoot up over her mouth, which had dropped open as soon as the chorus started. He isn't sure if she is just surprised, flustered, or appalled by what he chose to sing, but he hopes she knows it's still all for her. As his eyes stayed glued on her, they unintentionally travel slowly down her figure, and he dwells on every curve. He misses her beauty, her body, her touch, and her intimacy so damn much. Now more than ever, he is craving it. Craving her. Just to be close.
I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it
Watermelon sugar high
He begins to smirk, and almost giggles again, as he watches her squirm slightly. He wonders if she is thinking anything even remotely similar to what he is, or if the song is reminding her of those times they had together.
Watermelon sugar high
Waternelon sugar high
Watermelon sugar high
Watermelon sugar high
Watermelon sugar
His heart immediately sinks, however, as he sees her finish her drink and hand the bartender some cash, throwing her purse over her shoulder. She looks around the room, beginning to move through the crowd, and stops when she finds her best friend.
I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it
Watermelon sugar high
Adhira's eyes shoot over to Harry as she gives YN a hug, and he has never wanted to run off a stage until now, seeing the love of his life walking to the front door.
I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it
Watermelon sugar high
Watermelon sugar
"Thank you!" He quickly exclaims, hopping off the stage and beginning to make his way through the crowd. This may be the first time he is actually bothered by the feedback from others after a gig, because each attempted initiation of an interaction keeps him further and further away from the only person he cares to talk to.
He makes it through to the front door and flings it open, frantically looking down both sides of the sidewalk for any sign of YN.
"Shit!" He shouts, throwing both hands up and resting them on top of his head, as he pants from the physical exertion he had to go through just to get outside. "Shit!"
He lets out a growl as he leans against the wall. This whole night was for her. It was supposed to show her how he feels now, how he's always felt. He had so much hope that the regaining of his memories and serenading her tonight would grant him some sort of good outcome. He would've accepted the ability to simply talk to her if that's all he could get. But he couldn't. He didn't. She is that hurt, and hates him that much, that she couldn't even bring herself to speak one word to him. And that's it.
The door suddenly flings open again, causing Harry to jolt sideways from the surprise, and looks over to see Adhira appearing next to him.
"Did you catch up to her?" She asks, breathlessly.
"No." He shakes his head and it falls down, a lump instantly forming in his throat to keep down the pain-filled whimper threatening to come out.
"Damn it." She states. "I tried to get her to stay but…"
"S'alright." He replies, leaning back against the wall, feeling tears begin to reappear and roll down his cheeks, as the reality sets in that it is actually over. He's done all he could, but it wasn't enough. "She doesn't want me. She knows I remember and then this-"
"Fuck!" Adhira interrupts. Harry's head shoots up and over to her with a deep, furrowed brow.
"I didn't know you wanted me to tell her that you got your memory back. I thought you were going to…" She admits, smacking her palms against her forehead. "Fuck! I'm so sorry!"
"So… she doesn't know?" His heart begins to race, not yet able to determine the exact emotion behind it.
"No…" She quietly replies.
"So… I was just singing songs about her, to her, and she didn't know why?" He asks, suddenly letting out a loud laugh and bending over from the tightness it created in his stomach. "I must've looked like an idiot."
"Harry, I'm so, so sorry." Adhira states, turning completely to him with the most apologetic expression.
He simply shakes his head. He really can't be surprised that none of this worked out the way he wanted it to, but he knows exactly what he is going to do now. He pushes himself off the wall and begins to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Adhira shouts out to him.
Harry turns around back in her direction, and a confident smile grows across his face.
"To tell her."
"Tell her what?"
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harrysmimi · 4 hours ago
Baby Talk
Synopsis: Harry wants to try for a baby but is hesitant to tell his girlfriend
CW: Smut and a shit load of fluff.
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Ever since Harry had come back home with YN.
The first thing they did was go to Brielle's baby shower her sister-in-law hosted for her.
YN was very excited to see her friend pregnant, she even called dibs for baby sitting before Alec, which got him pissed for the moment there.
Now it was three weeks later, Harry wasn't working but making a music video which would be done by the next day. He had a magazine interested yesterday and the Photoshoot is arranged on the weekend. That meant he was free and home today.
He scrolled through Instagram, when YN's post popped up on his feed. Yes, he followed her private account. It was a little photo dump from her friend's baby shower. The first picture was of her and Brielle recreating the Hadid Sisters pictures from a long time ago. And the next was YN's hand on her friend's bump all surprised, he reckoned it was that moment when YN felt babies kicking inside for the first time it has her gasping and her friend laughing. And next two were of him and her together and rest of it were random little videos and to end it all, she had a funny pictures of Brielle using her bump as a table for her plate of cake taking a huge bite. Just ten likes on her post from ten people out of fifteen who follow her.
She had removed very many people from her follower list (especially her cousins) and switched her account to private recently since Harry decided he wanted to follow her, and turned off her DMs. Apparently the hate was increasing since he talked the second time about her recently. It was going to be inevitable, but she thought it was going to be best option there.
He liked it and commented a little red heart, and pouty emoji.
Now seeing that post had his heart racing. Especially remembering how good she was with Brielle's nieces and nephews that day, everyone loved her for some reason. She was surrounded by little kids the whole time there. Even her own niece and nephew loves her, no wonder why! He loves her too!
Especially Brielle's three month old nephew. Apparently the infant was way too infatuated by YN that he would start to cry every time she tried to give him to his dad.
"Hey, come on Mateo." Brielle's brother urged his son back to him but the little baby started whining. It is indeed very difficult to figure what is going on in an infant's mind. Mateo was meeting for the first time and he already didn't wanted to leave her.
"It's okay, I don't mind hanging out with him." YN assured the red head.
"You sure?"
"Mhmm, I'll go find you or your girlfriend if he starts to get fussy." She nodded. That's when Harry saw her approaching him with the baby as he went to get a drink of water. "Harry look."
"Oh who is that?" He cooed, watching the little lad staring up at his girlfriend like she's made of twinkling stars with his big blue eyes. He doesn't blame the little lad but he's just little baby. "Hello, darling!"
"This is Mateo, Brielle's nephew." YN introduced the little human to him, "and Mateo this is Harry, my boyfriend." The little boy just squirmed shyly in her arms making the pair laugh. "He's so cute!"
"He is," Harry agreed, "how old is he?"
"Three months." She gasped, distracted watching the little boy smiling at her. "Sorry, I just..." She looked up at him sheepishly.
"It's alright, love." Harry smiled, dimples denting deep in his cheeks. "I don't blame you, he is very adorable."
For the next three hours the couple hung out with little Mateo until he fell asleep and YN had to give him back to his parents. The little sad pout on her face was the most adorable thing she's seen. She really wanted to hang out with that tiny human more!
That nailed the image in his head for good.
Now that he's had more free time on his hand, he's got to thinking. He does want all of that for himself too. Especially now when he's got someone who he loves to much and she feels the same way.
He had watched his friends meet the love of their life, fall in love, get married and have family of their own. He's experienced that first hand with Sarah and Mitch. Is it too bad he wants that for himself too?
Hell, they haven't had the baby talk yet and here he is already picturing everything.
A little baby to love on in a way which seemed much more magical to even think about. No doubt, his YN would be the best parent to their kiddos. If they have any!
Two years is enough time right? To give a thought about wanting a family with someone.
Harry has never found talking about anything this difficult. For the first time they had indulged into something sexual, he had her sat down to ask what she wanted from it, what she thinks would be comfortable for her and what not as it was her first time. They even talked more about the moving in together part, he wanted to be sure that it's something she wanted too and she did now they're living together.
He doesn't know if that's something she really wants, his assumptions and him thinking she's going to be the most amazing mother to his kiddos won't be relevant if she doesn't want any kids. Maybe she doesn't want to get pregnant. Maybe she doesn't want to have kids at all.
He's not getting any younger. Especially since her brother have pointed out that he's quite older than his baby sister though he doesn't see a problem with that, it made him insecure. Even if it was just tiny bit. It has never been an issue for either of them.
He's just beating himself up for no reason, he knew that. All it is going to take is talking to her about it. If he tells her about his tiny insecurity she's going to give him a good talk about how it was definitely fine with her, how she shouldn't be insecure around her because she loves him and would never judge him or make him feel bad about himself in all her consciousness. The click of the door opening caught his attention, making his heart beating like he just ran a marathon.
"Hazza, I'm home." YN's little mumble traveled through their small living room with a sound of door clicking close she appeared in his sight.
"Hello darling." He smiled, already rushing to greet her. She had a little bag of groceries with her. "How was your day at work?"
"It was good, surprisingly we didn't had any Karens coming in today." She beamed putting away bottle of Orange Juice in the fridge.
She seemed in a very good mood today. Should he talk to her?
"Do you want to start on with dinner?" YN suggested, "I need to go take a shower, spilt coffee all over my pants today."
"I thinking we should go on a date." He suggested, making up a plan on the spot. They both haven't been on a proper date in a while now. Her eyes lit up in instant on the mention of a date night.
"Yeah, we should." She agreed.
Harry took her to the same restaurant they went on their first date, it was the first time since then.
He stalled the whole night to talk about it. Wanting to take advantage of her being in a good mood was thrown out the window as soon as both of them came back home. He'd put on the movie both of them wanted to watch for ages. Not giving into her little touch of affection and kisses. It's him who takes things further unless she's making it very obvious.
In the morning, YN slept past her alarm. She was rushing to leave for work, he had to go get last shots of his music video done too. Everything happened so quickly that he didn't even realise how fast the time went on and she was kissing him bye for a few hours like every day before heading out.
It took him extra long to get shots for his music video done today. He was stuck thinking about how he should have just told her instead of stalling and basically turning her down for having sex without saying a word. That wouldn't have been the first time he's told her he's not in the mood, she's nothing but understanding. But he saw her face today.
She woke up before him, didn't stay in bed for their morning cuddles. She hardly talked to him. Yeah, she was in hurry to get to work but still he felt so guilty.
But to his surprise, he was greeted by a squealing YN at home. "Harry, Harry, Harry, I have to tell you something!" She grabbed his hands and drag him to the living room with her. He sat down to have her basically sat on his lap giggling at her excitement for he doesn't know what.
"What's got you so excited?"
"So you probably don't know her, but my co-worker Emily's cat had an unexpected litter like a little over two months ago." She started, "you think we can get one kitten from her, please?"
"You want to get a kitten?" He was surprised.
"Yes! Half of them have already got their new homes. I wanted to talk to about it but I forgot. Please!" She hopped on her spot like a toddler asking for candy.
"Of course we can get one, baby, you don't have to say please." He chuckled. Honestly he wouldn't mind adding a pet to the mix. He's been wanting to try to have a literal human kid!
"I love you so much!" She attacked him with a bear hug with her arms wrapped around his neck. With an umph Harry almost fell back but held onto her before she could fall down on the floor.
"I love you more!" He pressed a kiss on her cheek. "When can we go bring one home?"
"She said she wants to keep the kitten with their mum for another week just so they're litter trained and all." YN shared, "her husband's a vet so he suggested the kittens get their vaccinations before they go to their new homes."
"Mhmm, that gives us enough time to prepare for one, doesn't it?" He suggested.
"Yes!" She nods her head jerkingly, "you sure you want a cat living with us?"
"Of course baby, we'll have to keep an eye on Mr. McFish though. Cats and Fishes don't quite get along, do they?" He's grown very attached to her pet fish there. He cleans up the aquarium, feeds the fish and all that stuff himself. He just doesn't let her do that when he's home.
"He'll be fine, his aquarium has got a secure lid and all." She assured him.
"Okay." He agreed.
"She sent me pictures of the kittens who haven't been adopted yet." YN picked up her phone from the coffee table and opened up her recent chat with her co-worker. There was a message from YN's side saying she needs to talk to her boyfriend first.
That made it everything all the more legit to him. He's never been in a serious relationship like this before. She cares enough to ask for his opinion. Even show him pictures of kittens. He shared with kitten's personality he liked through the little videos. No doubt of the kittens were adorable, he liked the one with the more energy, it was more rowdy bullying it's other siblings.
"I was thinking..." He trailed off when YN finally put her phone away being done with showing him all the pictures.
"Hmm?" She sounded giving him all his attention.
"I, I don't know how to, ehm, say this." He stuttered, running a nervous knuckle under his nose.
"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned all of a sudden.
"Nothing, nothing's wrong. I'm just nervous to say this!" He sighed.
"Harry, did you do something? What did you do?" She didn't know why she was asking this but it felt like he did something and how he wants to confess to her. A crease between her eyebrows grew tighter.
"No, no, baby I didn't do anything." He rushed, "I just want to ask if you like ehm, want to, uhhh... start trying to have a baby?"
"I, uh, what?" She was so surprised by his question she didn't know how to even process it.
"I know we never actually talked about it. Do you want to have kids? With me?" He asked but quickly realised, "I shouldn't say it this way. I, YN, I really, really, really love you if it's not obvious until now you know. And I've never had what I have with you by my side, I mean I've never lived with anything, never had a pet with anyone before, never had anyone care for me in the way you do before. I want more of it. Just a little bundle of our love to love upon for the rest of my days. I've been thinking about it since we were in New York, and especially since last couple of weeks. I don't know how to approach this conversation 'cause it can be bit sensitive for some. Don't know if that's what you want, I won't even ask you again if you tell me."
His heart was hammering in his ears as he felt his cheeks heat up.
"Harry, I..." She trailed off to add to his fear. "I do want to have kids. Especially if it's with you. I understand what you're saying, I'm not gonna say no to that. God, you don't know how much I want my own little ones! But not when still not married."
"What's wrong that? We already have sex." He shrugged.
"I just don't want to deal with mu family Harry, I honestly don't care when we start a family, you know?" She asked, her voice as soft as it can get, "you already know how my parents are after me because they know we live together. It's already hard enough for me to put up with them. If they got to know we're having a child together, I don't even want to think what my parents will do after. You know it's still not acceptable where I come from to have kids before marriage, people talk complete shit which I know I won't be able to take. But we can, after we're married."
"I understand." He nodded, because he really did. Her word to have a baby with him was enough to put him at ease and hold him off until they're actually married. Which he thinks is not too far enough in the future.
"And having a baby is a lot of work. We'll need to get a place with an extra bedroom for the little one, unless you don't mind having a little cot in our room here." She shared.
"They will be sleeping in our room untill they're big enough, baby, but I don't mind if it happens in this home. But we can look for a house close by here if you want?" He suggested.
"Mhmm we can do that." She agreed. They would have to discuss more on financials, because YN had just turned in her last installment of ger house loan (collaborating with Harry came in a huge help for her with that) and had very little in her savings to chip in. Even though Harry would be able to get a house all by himself, she'd want to be a part of the financial process too. "How many do you want."
"Let's think about one first." He chuckled sheepishly.
"Mhmm." She teased him, "I was thinking maybe I wanna have two or four."
"You want an even number of kids?"
"I just don't want a middle child." She chuckled. Even if they did ended up having an odd number of kids she'd treat her middle child the best she could like the others.
"Awh!" He cooed sadly pulling her in an embrace, he pressed a kiss sloppy on her cheek with a loud smooching sound.
"Are you okay, though?"
"Mhmm, I am." He sounded, "why would you ask that?"
"You, ehm, last night, you basically turned down to have sex." She stuttered, "that was very unusual, especially coming from you."
He cracked a smile picking up on the humour in her last sentence, that's true though. "Was just thinking about all this, that's all."
"I thought something happened, are you sure you're okay?" She pressed.
"Yes baby, I am sure. When have I ever hid being sad or low from you, hmm?" He scooted closer to her, nudging his nose against her, "especially when I know I'll be getting loads of cuddles and kisses from you."
She chuckled, "I can give you kisses and cuddles whenever, Haz, you know that."
"Yeah?" He rubbed his nose against hers in feathery touches, "would you give me kisses and cuddles now?"
"Mhmm." She agreed, her eyes shuttered closed as she leaned into close contact with him.
"Come close to me then, pretty." He urged her to straddle his thighs, she did, her mouth already buttoned onto his taking him by surprise. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose as he pulled her closer. He couldn't help the groan of a whine which left his mouth when she pulled away, feeling her fingers slip through his hair on the back of his head in gentle, soothing strokes of her finger tips. He leaned into her touch.
"What do you think? You think we'll have a girl a boy first?" She asked.
"Hmm," he signed ad his hands rested upon her hips, "I mind with either. We'll love them for who they are!"
"Awh!" She cooed. "But I think you'll be a better suit for a girl dad."
"How so, baby?"
"She'll know that how she is to be treated, our daughter I mean which is nothing but like a royalty. I know you'll treat her like a queen." She shared, "I can already imagine that."
It warmed his heart, "that puts on a lot of pressure on me."
"No, it's okay." She rushed, "I didn't mean it that way, I'm sorry. You're going to be an amazing dad to our babies, Haz!"
"I'm just teasing baby, I know we're gonna make mistakes on our way which is okay." He chuckled at her reaction, "but what if we have a boy?"
"Then you're gonna be the best influence, he's gonna grow up to be - hopefully - comfortable in himself and be the most respectful person just like our daughter would grow up to be." She smiled, pressed another sweet kiss on his mouth which he so gladly returned to her. "But I want you to tell me whenever you're not in mood okay? I feel so bad, I was being all touchy-touchy. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable."
"No, you didn't my love, I love it when you touch me. In any way." He assured her, "you know I'll tell you when I'm not in mood. But now I certainly am in the mood." With a cheeky smirk he buttoned his mouth on hers, feeling her smile he tightly wrapped his arms around her.
"Well, good thing," she mumbled, "because I am too."
"Yeah?" He taunted, "always so needy for me, aren't you?" He stood up all of a sudden to her surprise. His hands supporting bum with her legs wrapped around his hips he made his way to their bedroom. "Need to wash my hands first. Baby, please!" Just when he'd put her down on their bed he was pulled down with her a huff.
"Oh, okay." She realised releasing her arms from around his neck.
"Be right back," with a peck on her forehead he rushed to the bathroom, he's touched his car door, then the lift button, fiddled with his keys and touched the main door before she was dragging him to the sofa talking about getting a new kitten, he also washed his dick just to be safe. Got a towel to splay on their sheets, he knows that they'd be tok tired to change the sheets later even jf they're yet to have their dinner. Took him all long three minutes to return, already unbuttoning his the white dress shirt he had on. "Hi."
"Hi." She chuckled watching him knee his way towards her on their shared bed, pushing away their blanket as he layed the towel down. He gave her another quick kiss before he was shrugging off the shirt off his shoulders but it got caught in his necklace. "You're going to break it." She reached for his necklace and carefully freed the button stuck in the chain making him giggle as he threw the garment on the floor, he was initially aiming for the laundry basket.
"Only fair if you take your shirt off."
"No!" She whined in her pretend disagreement.
"Yes!" He mocked her as his hands reached for the hem of her turtle neck at her hips, daring to dig his fingers just enough to make squirm before he was pushing the fabric up. She'd let him pull it over her shirt revealing the black lacy bra she was yet to take off, but the neckline got caught in her earring. "Oh, don't move!" He carefully slipped off the piece of jewelry from her earlobe as it was just a hook. "You alright?"
"Mhmm." She nodded.
"These are cute!" He chuckled seeing the clay charms of cats hung on the hook, he placed the pair on the side table once she handed him other. Her friend got those for her saying the piece of jewelry reminded her of her. He hovered over her as he lied her down carefully, managing to fit perfectly in between her thighs as his lips brushing in feathery touches just under her earlobe, like a pain relief kiss.
YN's hands dipped inbetween both their bodies reaching his core, her hand was met with his hard on. Just a squeeze on his bulge had him grunting against her neck as his teeth sunk into her skin.
God, she'll have to wear turtle necks for the rest of the week now!
Harey definitely loved leaving his marks on her, in the places only he can see. On the swells of her breasts and in between, on her hips, on soft skin of her inner thighs closer to her glistening cunt.
"Oh fuck!" He moaned heavily breathing, "you're gonna make me cum just like that."
"Can I, please?" She asked, stuttering shyly, "I want to suck you?"
"Yeah? Go on baby love, you know I'm all yours." He lifted his head up from her neck to look at before he pressed a soft lingering kiss on the full of her mouth.
He had moved every pillow to be piled up on the headrest of their bed as he's planning to get her in the same position in sometime. He got his pants and boxers off, his prick proud and hard up right.
"I love you!" She mumbled giving him another kiss on the cheek, as she sat on her heels next to him. Trailing her hand from his chest, down his tummy following the happy trail below his belly button.
"I love you mo-" he gasped at the touch of her hand on his cock, feeling sensitive for unknown reason today. He watched her moments as he wrapped her small hand around his shaft, on the second stroke and a swipe of her thumb over the tip had him throwing his head back. Breathing heavy.
She decided to cut to chase when he felt her warm mouth wrapped around his tip, her tongue pressed flat getting the taste of the pre cum. He swore he could be cumming any moment when he felt soft vibrations of her humming around his cock taking him further down, using her hand to cover what she couldn't take.
"Gahh! Fuck!" He moaned, his voice went extra deep mid orgasm which she seemed to love so much, he took her free hand in his lacing his fingers through hers in a gentle hold. She pulled away with a pop sound of her sucking hard on his cock to catch for breathing, reaching to cup his balls, playing with them just how she's figured he likes it. She took him back in his mouth bobbing up and low on gis length. "Fuck, just like that baby. You're so - ugh! - so good to me!" That earned another moan from her around his cock.
"Fuck I'm so close baby, just like that make me cum. Please!" His breathing got heavier which had his heart thumping against his chest, he whined at the lost of contact when she pulled away.
"Cum for me, Haz." She requested. Just as she had her mouth back on him, his release warmed her up. Taking all she could as the rest of his cum dripped down her hand with each bob of her head, making his cock go softer. She felt his legs shake on her side, a hand on the back of her head.
"C'mere." He breathed, without any hesitation he pulled her to smear his lips onto her spit-cum slick ones, slipping his tongue in her mouth.
"You good?" She asked.
"Yeah, just need a moment, you made me cum so hard." He nudged his nose next to hers, "I want you to sit on my lap, get on." YN listened to him, raising up on her knees to get closer to him. "Pants and knickers off, sweet girl." His demand caught her off guard.
First of, she was wearing her comfy panties when she changed after she got home, they had little pandas printed on them. She wasn't planning on letting him see those as he's teased her once about the same pair before, it was going to be am embarrassing in such a sexy moment. And second off, she haven't shaved since her period stopped this month. Though he's made it pretty clear he doesn't care, but she does. Somewhat.
"What's wrong?" He asked, finally being able to breath at a steady pace. "What? Are you wearing your pink panda panties?" He smirked.
"Stop, they're comfy!" She scoffed moving on her spot, feeling the slickness of her own folds with each move.
"Come on, I don't mind. It's my turn now." He urged her. Hesitating she followed his demand, shimmying her swears and panties off, "come to me!" He made grabby hands towards her making her.
"You sure you want to go again?" She enquired, he still looks blissed out, his pupils still blown out.
"Mhmm, plus I have other means to have you screaming my name." He smirked, resting his hand on sides her bare thighs moving his hands up to hest on her hips.
"Daddy chill!" She rolled her eyes.
He knew what she was doing there, bringing up his one kink they hardly indulged in now.
"Now, now angel, don't be a brat." His made a semi-hard contact with her bum causing her to jolt in surprise.
"What was that for?" She gasped.
"You heard me." He raised a challenging brow at her, causing her to laugh throwing her head back. He'd figured she can't be serious like this which he found adorable. "Don't be a brat if you want Daddy to make you feel good."
"Oh then I'm definitely gonna be one." She nodded her head, biting onto her lips to hold back another laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She couldn't, letting her head drop on his shoulder for a moment she giggled. "I'll be serious now." Blinking her eyes twice she put on a serious which now had him giggling at.
Usually he's the one incharge in bed, as cliche as it sounds that's how both of them work. But none of them felt the need to verbalise the power dinamic in a kinky way, maybe it was a thing at the very start but for some reason they both stopped it. And now joke about it here and there. But it had his cock almost jumping up again when she called him that.
The little joking around made it all the more real for her, that sex or intimacy isn't always picture perfect as it is usually portrayed in the media. It was so much more enjoyable that way, seeing him actually make an effort to wash his hands so she wouldn't catch any unwanted infections or shit that happens to people with uteruses, or the way he makes her to feels so comfortable in her own skin even though she doesn't fit into the conventional mold made the society. That was the most sexiest thing she had experience!
"Your tits look amazing in this bra." He commented, blatantly staring at the swells of her breasts right in front of his face, as he raised his hands along her sides to rest on the curve of her waist before one slipped up further on her back in no time garment was unhooked. He's way too slick with his movements in moments like this. He further slipped down the elastic straps from her shoulders, leaving her now in the same state as him.
"Way better!" Tugging down the flimsy garment made of lace off her hands, Harry tossed it accross the bed to join rest of their clothes. Dipping his head forward, he pressed his lips onto her neck leaving the soft trail of kisses down her sweet spot, making his way down to her collar bone. Working to deepen the mark he left on her a couple pf days before. One of his hand squeezing onto her breast rolling the hardened nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, whilst reaching down to wrap his lips around the other. She whimpered under his touch, feeling the wetness just grow further in between her legs.
Harry could only imagine how full her breasts would be once they're finally have a baby, excited see and go through all the changes by her side. That had him dipping his hand in, finger tips brushing up her wet folds. He smirked feeling her gasping, leaning back into the pillows to look atthe way he had her whimpering under him.
He was already getting at her sight. "Hmm, so wet." He spared a glance at his fingers working onto her sensitive cunt, "for me baby?"
"Mhmm." She nodded, hands halting onto either on his shoulders to keep herself steady. All her teasing him went out the window just at the touch of his finger tips on her sensitive clit.
"Words, sweet baby, I need words." He teased as he rubbed slow circles on her clit.
"God, it's for you, Harry!" She bleated.
"It's what now, darling?" He urged her to say what he wanted to hear, halting his move.
"Ah! Please don't stop," he was going to annoy her with this now as he shot her a cocky look, "please daddy!"
"That's my girl." A dimple dented his cheek as his smirk grew wider.
"Please I want you inside Harry," she shot him a puppy face, "I've been holding off since yesterday."
"Yeah? That's what took you fifteen minutes extra in shower this morning, baby love?" He was enjoying it now, teasing her.
"I told you was washing my hair!" She whined, that was the truth. It's not as good as it is with him, she'd rather wait for him when he's close to her than do it herself.
"Then what are you calling me tonight?" He reminded her.
"Daddy," she nods her head jerkily, "daddy, please!"
He chuckled, "I'm just teasing baby, you can have me. You ready now?"
"Mhmm, mhmm!" She agreed. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, it took him just few strokes to get himself fully hard again if he wasn't already. Nudging his tip in her fold he urged her to take control.
"Come on, baby, you wanna ride Daddy's cock?" He suggested.
"Mhm-" before she could say anything his tip was pushing past her slit. She still can't get used to him, especially when they go a day or two without making love some times. She slowly sunk on his cock, feeling him fill her up to brim. Her head fell to the crook of his neck.
"Take your time to adjust baby," he sighed feeling her tightly wrapped around him.
"Need a moment." She shared.
"Yeah, why don't gimme a kiss baby?" He suggested, already cupping her jaw with one of his hand to bring her down, buttoning his mouth on hers pushed his tongue past her lips. He hummed at the contact trying to pull her more closer, as if he wasn't inside her already. The sound of their lips moving together came to halt when YN pulled away just to speak.
"I, I, can move now." She shared, feeling streched enough around his prick.
"Go on baby," he urged her. YN slowly started rutting her hips against his, with a pair of his hands on either sides of her helping everything to keep her steady. He never held back his moans, voice two times lower and deeper as he pressed his forehead onto her chest.
This was his favourite thing to do, making love with her.
Feeling her clench around his cock, or his fingers, especially when she's enjoying it. He felt so proud lf every time they made love, seeing her grow more and more confident and comfortable in herself. He pressed a kiss on her chest where her heart is.
"Fuck!" He heard her mumble quietly.
"You enjoying it baby?" He asked, moving behind , "you feel so— fuck!— so good wrapped around my cock, so warm and tight. So good for me."
"Fuck. Ye-yes!" She nods her head jerkily. The coil in her stomach tightened to the point it was close to coming undone any moment. "I'm so close, daddy!" It the slipped.
"Wait for me baby," he warned her, making his grip firm on her hips to quicken her movement, "you want me to cum inside you?"
"Yeah? Gonna fill you up so good, baby!" He announced, his own high was reaching up making his brain go all mushy. "Cum for me, will you baby? Cum around my cock."
"I, I am. I am." She nodded. Finding right words in the moment was something she couldn't do. Her rutting against him because sloppier and sloppier making her shudder as she came clenching around him. Have him fill her up with his cum. Just on the last thrust she sunk back on his cock before feeling him soften up again. It hit her hard, her orgasm there unexpectedly.
Their bedroom filled with their heavy breathing and sighs of pleasure. YN snuggled into Harry with him still inside her. Her taking on birth control was the best decision she'd made, and this was one of many reasons why on the list. The feeling she couldn't comprehend in words.
Especially now that he'd finally help nail another reason for wanting him cum inside her every time with his baby talk. Was it weird that she was thinking how great of a father he would be to her kids in a moment like this? She could careless. Because that's what she would want her kids to have.
"You good, my love?" Harry asked. His voice sounded extra honey sweet to her right in that moment.
"Mhmm." She sounded, "it was amazing."
"It was, honey love." He breathed out as he was too tired in the moment to even laugh with having two orgasms back to back. Somehow, he reached for the blanket to wrap around her so she won't get cold. He hiked up his legs at his knees so she is cradled against him.
"This okay?" She enquired for his consent about what he knew exactly.
"More than okay, darling." He assured her. Who was he to lie he didn't enjoyed a bit of cock warming here and there? "You know, I love you so much!"
She giggled tiredly, "I love you so much, too, Haz!"
They sat there cuddled up with their blanket wrapped around them. Until YN realised she was hungry and that she hasn't eaten anything since breakfast.
"Yes, love?"
"I am hungry." She shared, just to make it more clear her tummy rumbled.
"Oh no, baby." He gasped softly, "let's get you fed now, yeah?" He rubbed her back twice before reluctantly pulling away. He slowly slipped out of her, completely aware how sensitive she gets every time. "I'm sorry, I brought you in here before we had our dinner." He shared.
Harry takes it very seriously if she's had her meals or not, especially since he picked on her not so well relationship with food. She's recently started conversing when she's hungry and she wants to eat.
"I'm too tired to cook anything."
"We'll order take out." He urged her off their bed and to the bathroom so he can help her clean up. He even rushed to get a change of clothes. He had already put on a pair of sweats.
"I'll do this," she said, "please order something. I didn't had my lunch today." Taking the another pair of panda printed panties he got for her, she slipped them on and his sweatshirt next.
"YN!" He let a scolding whine, "did you not take your afternoon medications then?" Pulling out her hair from the neck hole of her (his) sweatshirt she shot him a look of her puppy eyes. "No, don't look at me like that. You know you shouldn't have those medicines without having some food in your system, love. Then you get all dizzy and nauseous, that's not good for you."
"I didn't get the time to today." She explained, tailing behind him as he made his way in the kitchen, "we were short on staff today. So I just took my medicines in hurry thinking I'll get time to eat after."
"Don't do that next time, okay?" He warned her, "you were short staffed doesn't mean you can't take fifteen minutes to yourself to eat. If that happens again I'm gonna have to have a chat with the owner myself."
"No, it won't happen again. I promise." She rushed. He was putting some frozen fries in the air fryer, she noticed. He disapproved thay she actually ate those, but at least she'll have something in her stomach till their take out is delivered to them. It was quick to make.
Who's gonna stop her from eating french fries? That too the frozen ones, no one! That's why he brought over his air fryer from his house when he moved his stuff to their flat.
"You're making me fries." She pointed out, wiggling her brows at him with a teasing tone.
"Stop, you haven't eaten anything in last thirteen hours." He rolled his eyes. She stood there next to him watching him make her a snack, there wasn't a point in teasing him more there.
He looked so pretty, standing there shirtless. Sometimes she forgets how much taller he is that her that she really have to lift her head up to look at her gorgeous features. Yeah, he's that all over her and obsessed that he's constantly clinging onto her for her realise. She's got all to herself there. Not even in dreams had she imagined to have a partner as loving amd caring as him. A soft place to fall back to when it becomes inevitable to not feel low.
Now he's stood there in all his pretty glory making her something to eat as she hasn't had anything since morning, scolding her a little for it. It warmed her heart.
Pressing a soft kiss by his ship tattoo, she went onto sit on the counter whilst he's done putting her snack together. After he was done, Harry rushed to get his phone opening up the food delivery app he stood next to her. He pulled up the cuisine page.
"What would you like to eat, my lady?" He enquired, showing the options.
"Hmm, let's see." She scrolled through down to the option. And of course she picked up Indian food.
"I'm feeling butter chicken." He shared.
"Look at you!" She cooed booping his nose, "I'm a good influence, aren't I!" Flipping her hair back proudly she picked up her favourite restaurant in town, smiling ear to ear. He swore he saw her eyes sparkle.
She hung the moon and the sun. For him, she did.
"That's all you want?" He noticed she'd already added his favourites in the cart.
"Okay." He took his phone but added her favourite desserts too before he placed the order paying with Apple pay.
"Hmm?" He placed his phone down on the counter beside her, giving her his undivided attention. His girl was sat there with her hands on either side of her thighs clutching onto the lip of the counter, swinging her legs.
"Let's get married."
"You want to?"
"Of course I want to." She nods, "so we can finally try to have a baby."
"I don't want you to feel pressured by this baby." He started, "it is going to be a big commitment. I know we live together, but it's going to be completely different to be married in living together. I can wait, we can wait till you're ready."
"I am not feeling pressured." YN assured him, "now that you've said it, that's something I really want. I've always wanted that, you know to have my own little family... Getting married has always been important to me, so I cam assured that I'm not feeling pressured. I know it is going to different. But ready for it."
"Yeah, you are?" Harry beamed at her, shifting to stand in between her thighs. He placed her hands on his shoulders, his lips were smeared over hers. First time he kissed her after their love making session.
"Mhmm." She sounded, "I have this image of you with our baby now. A little daughter. I can't seem to shake that off."
He chuckled, "I bet you'd team up with her against me."
"No, you'd be the one teaming up against me with her." She countered, arguing about who'd they're unborn (still unconceived) child would team up with.
"Touché." He giggled cheekily, earning a gasp and smack on his shoulders from her.
"So..." She raised her brows
"When are you asking me to marry you?" She asked.
"I'm not telling you!"
"Why not?"
"It won't be a surprise." He shared, "even though I want to marry you as soon as I can. Still want to make it special baby, for us. But soon, yeah?"
He pressed another kiss on her mouth, before the air fryer started beeping.
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Warning: This one-shot contains dark and sexual content.
[This is an edited version of a one-shot I wrote a few years ago, I hope you enjoy!]
Theme: Demon!Harry
Word count: 12.8k
Earth. What a magnificent paradise. Created perfectly in my father's image.
I've been reading about it for years. I've been begging for almost a millennia to visit.
Aristol, my brother and also, in his words, my 'superior' has long refused. But I'm finally getting my chance.
I finally got my first assignment on Earth.
Aristol is furious about it, I know he's been going behind my back to Mariella and telling her that 'I'm just a child and can't handle a place like Earth, let alone go on this assignment'
He was adamant that it should be him.
1. I am not a child. I'm not much younger than Aristol as much as he likes to claim.
2. I have proven myself, I've done all my studies and I have trained for this my entire life.
As stunning as Earth is, I am well aware of the way it has been corrupted.
But where there is a storm, a rainbow is not far behind.
I've been on Earth for almost two weeks now. I'm in the beautiful country of Europe. I've only seen maps, to be here is surreal.
To see how my father's creation has grown into what it is, it's amazing.
Humans are fascinating to me.
I'm not meant to interact much, but I can't help it.
Especially my assignment. A beautiful little boy by the name of Isaac.
A prophecy that came to the angels attention exactly 12 years ago, the day he was born.
I like to look at Mariella as a mother figure. She believes in me, pushes me to be strong.
Shes our link, almost like what humans would call a telephone.
She speaks directly with our father and 12 years ago, we received a message about a little boy with astounding power.
For the first 11 years of his life, he would be protected from the most awful parts of the world and the creatures who surround it. But, when he reaches 12, his presence would officially take hold and all creatures would become aware of him.
Which is incredibly dangerous.
That's where I come in. Angels have been preparing for this little boys 12th birthday for a long time and we have put as much protection on him as we can.
I've been assigned to watch over him.
I was strictly told not to interact with him. Just watch.
On my first day of observing him, he knew it.
He touched my hand and the first thing he asked me was if I wanted to get icecream with him.
It's almost like he knew. Treating me like he's known me his whole life.
I've never tried food of any kind before, but it's amazing.
Icecream, it's sweet and cold and comes in so many different flavors I feel dizzy when I have to choose.
For the last two weeks I've been meeting Isaac at the Icecream truck in the park near his house.
Power radiated off of this little boy and he seemed to have no clue about it. But I can see it in the way he talks, he's smart. He's intuitive and extremely wise for only being alive for a mere 12 years.
After trying icecream, I went and tried all the food I could. It's so amazing to me the things humans have created. I think my favourite is coffee.
It makes my body tingle in the strangest way.
So now, every day before I meet up with Isaac, I stop in this quiet little coffee shop.
I love watching them go about their day, humans.
I'm so grateful to the lady named Eileen who makes me a different kind of coffee every time I come in.
She's so sweet.
I don't understand Aristol's hatred towards them. The way he talks about them, like every single human is corrupt.
But it's not true. Not in the slightest.
Life, is beautiful.
"You're practically one of them" I jump slightly, looking up from the paper I am reading.
"I told Mariella you were to young and stupid for this assignment" He shakes his head, looking me up and down.
"You better start acting like an angel before someone snuffs you out"
Hes bitter about being pushed to the side.
"I think I blend in better like this" I smile at my brother and sip my coffee.
"I've been doing well, watching over Isaac. He's safe" He looks at me with disgust as I drink the coffee.
"We'll see"
With that, he's gone.
How Aristol doesn't see the beauty of our fathers world, is crazy to me. It's beyond incredible.
I walk along the path towards the park and to my surprise, I see Isaac.
I only see the back of his head, but he's sitting next to someone.
Hastily, I make my way over to them.
"Celeste!" Isaac smiles widely when I come up to them. Next to him is an unfamiliar man in a black suit.
"I made another friend" He's so happy about it. Smiling ear to ear with an icecream in his hand.
"Isaac, you should be more careful" I say it softly to him, but I can feel myself becoming more protective.
"Don't worry, pretty thing, I'm not going to hurt him"
I watch as Isaac goes to touch the man's hand, but before he can, the mystery man stands to his feet.
Already, the energy feels strange.
He stands tall, looking over me.
"Just keeping him company" The man smiles at me, scanning me with bright green eyes. In his hand, he has an icecream. As he looks over me, I watch as he licks the vanilla flavored cone.
"Enjoying this sweet little dessert" His smile turns into a smirk.
"He found me like you, Celeste" Isaac says, still smiling. Excited to be making friends.
"Celeste, what a beautifully angelic name" He turns away from me and looks down at Isaac.
"I'll be seeing you soon, young man" He bends down to Isaac's height and smiles.
Then, he stands back up and looks at me while licking his cone. He stares me down for a moment before turning and walking away.
I can't help but feel weary as I watch him leave.
I turn to Isaac and then kneel in front of him.
I place my hand on his cheek and smile.
"I need you to be careful, Isaac" I say seriously.
"I don't want anything bad happening to you, you're special" He hugs me tightly.
"I'm sorry if I worried you, Celeste. I'll be careful" I hug him tighter and then pull back.
"Whenever you meet someone who wants to be friends with you, I want you to touch their hand" I take his hand and hold it tightly. I know he can feel my energy through touch.
It's an ability he's unaware of but I know that's how he knew he could trust me.
"Okay" He agrees, holding one of my hands with both of his.
I'm still worried.
The appearance of the strange man is still haunting me. Something about him isn't right. Luckily, Isaac's house is a safe haven. Enchanted by sigils meant for protection. Not even Angels can enter through it.
But to be sure, I don't stray far from his home.
The sun has set and the city is quiet.
Sleep, a source of energy humans need. I don't quite understand it, but Isaac loves to tell me about it. About the dreams he has.
Visions of someone protecting him.
Visions of shadows that he calls nightmares.
I don't like hearing about those ones, I'd do anything to make them go away.
Emotions are something all creatures feel, including angels. It's something we have to learn to control, I'm still in the learning bit.
Aristol tried to use it as an excuse for why I was unfit for this position.
At the moment, fear is swirling through me. I've never encountered the creatures that were rumored to roam the Earth.
But as I make my way around Isaac's neighbourhood, I can feel the piercing sting of someone's eyes. Like I'm being followed.
Isaac's house is on the other street, I should find a place closer to settle for the night.
Usually, I'll explore in the hours of darkness. But tonight, I'm scared.
I peak down an alley. A shortcut.
My instinct is to teleport but I don't want unwanted attention and I can already feel eyes on me.
I step into the alley. It's not super long, thankfully and in the darkness of it I feel a little safer teleporting.
I go to close my eyes, to bring myself to Isaac's street but before I get the chance, a hand clamps down over my mouth.
"Make a sound, I clip those pretty wings"
The voice whispers in my ear.
"You try anything, that precious boy is good as dead" He warned.
My first thought is to tear him away with whatever power I can, but then he mentions Isaac.
An innocent little boy.
I stop struggling against his hold on me and suddenly everything is black.
He pulled something over my head, blinding me from seeing who he is and where he takes me.
Instantly I know he's not a creature of Earth when we teleport. Not long after, I'm pushed into a chair and cuffs are tied around my wrists against the arms of the chair.
"If you're a good girl for me, perhaps I'll takes these off. Just a little precaution for my sake" He whispers, pulling away the fabric that he had put over my head.
I open my eyes and I'm met with green.
The same green eyes I had met with Isaac in the park.
Instinct takes over me and I try to get myself loose.
But my power is gone. I look down at the straps on my wrist. Each one scribed with a dark power binding sigil.
I'm trapped.
When he chuckles, I look up at him.
"No use trying with those on, love" He smiles at me.
"W-What are you doing?" I can't help it. I'm terrified.
"A little birdie told me an angel was coming to town" I look over him, he's dressed in all black, all the way down to his shoes.
"Expected more of a fight from you, angel. Never seen one give up on a fight so easily" He kneels down in front of me, our eyes level.
In a flash, I watch as each little vein in his eyes grow dark until they are black.
A demon.
Children of my fallen brother, Lucifer.
I've never met one. I never wanted to meet one. They were soulless and wicked.
"Is this your first time meeting a demon, sweetheart?" He stands up to his feet, smoothing out the suit jacket he's wearing.
The smile on his face is sickening.
"What do you want?" I want to be confident, stand my ground but my voice is quiet.
I'm so afraid.
I don't know what to do. I'm stuck.
"I'd love nothing more than to suck the sweet little soul out of your body" His smile is unwavering, his thumb running over his bottom lip as he stares at me.
"I can only imagine how it tastes-" He leans over me, biting his lip.
"So tempting, I can practically smell it" I try to push myself away from him, his hand coming up to my cheek.
His fingers are warm, burning my skin but I shiver at the feeling.
He leans down closer to me, closing his eyes and taking a breath.
"Sweet like icecream" When his eyes open again, I watch the black recede. They are green again.
"Look at you, so afraid of me. It's intoxicating" His fingers trace my jaw and then he steps away.
"So fragile" He chuckles some more.
"I'm sorry, darling. It's just amusing to me that out of all the assholes they could have sent, they sent down....you" He laughs even more.
"Sounds like a set up to me, darling. Do you really think you can protect something that everyone is looking for?" He's smiling, mocking me.
It makes me angry. I'm not weak.
I struggle against the restraints, but nothing. Not even a sliver of power.
"We know he's hidden in the area you were lurking" He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a blade. He looks it over and then back at me.
"We want the same thing, angel" His smirk makes my stomach turn.
"To see that little boy take on the world. Or more favorably, take out the world" He takes a step towards me again, twirling the blade in his hand.
"You just have to tell me his exact location" I close my eyes tightly when he begins to point the blade towards me.
"I'd hate to ruin this beautiful face" I take a deep breath when I feel the tip of the blade on my cheek.
Delicately, he moves it over my skin.
He pulls it back and I open my eyes. It's still pointed at me.
I look up at him.
"Please..." I can't do this. I can't tell him where Isaac is. I'd die to protect him.
"Please" He mocks me, rolling his eyes.
"So many things I want to do with this" He smirks and looks at the blade.
"Perhaps in another meeting, angel girl" He brings the knife down and cuts the straps binding my wrists.
"I know you aren't going to try anything, so obedient" He hums and brings his free hand up to my face. Before he can touch me, I think about breaking his hand and it does.
My power is back.
His face twists in pain for just a second before he snaps it back into place.
He glares at me, his eyes black again. He grabs me roughly, pulling me out of the chair and then grabbing my throat.
In an instant, I'm shoved against the wall.
"Try that again, I dare you" He squeezes so hard I struggle to breathe.
I want to kill him. But I can't. It will just put Isaac into more danger.
"Killing you would bring me so much joy, but no answers" He loosens his grip but his hand is still locked around my throat.
"So how about this, if you don't tell me where he is, I kill everyone on the entire block instead?" I glance around the dimly lit room. It's small. The only thing in it is the chair I was strapped to.
"Why do you want him?" You know the answer already. He's powerful.
Power is the only thing these creatures care about.
"To many questions, darling and not enough answers" I can see him getting frustrated.
"What's your name?" I reach out my hand to touch him and when I do, he drops his hand from my throat and backs away from me. He's visibly angry. The knife in his other hand is clenched in his fist.
"Tell me where he is or when I find him, I'll cut his heart out" He snapped, raising the blade at me again.
"Please, don't hurt him. I'll do anything. Just please, don't kill him" I'm desperate, I beg with the soulless man and look into his darkened eyes.
"Kill me instead, don't hurt him" His demeanor changes just slightly.
"Every angel I've met, I've never met one like you" His knife is still pointed at me, but his voice is calmer.
"So, emotional" He steps towards me again.
"My guess, you don't even know what the child is" He comes so close to me, I hold my breath.
He brings the blade up again, pushing my hair away from my face. He smiles a bit and then takes the knife away, putting it back into his jacket.
"But maybe we could think of something" He leans in even closer to me, bringing his lips to my ear.
"You'll do anything?" He pulls back to look at me, his eyes now back to green. He bites his lip.
I nod quickly, completely unaware of what's going on in his mind.
I will die to protect Isaac and if death is my fate, I will accept it.
"What is this little angel willing to give up?" He wonders, his hand coming up to my face. His finger running along my bottom lip.
I want to bite it right off, but I know it won't end well so I refrain.
"Anything, just promise me you won't hurt him"
I go to reach out to him but he grabs both my wrists and pins them against the wall.
"Sorry, angel. Demons don't make promises" He leans close to my face.
"You're just going to have to trust me, can you do that, baby?"
I know I can't. I can't trust something like him.
Hes vile and nothing good will come out of trusting him.
But what choice do I have here?
I look at him and then nod a little bit, his smirk becoming more wicked.
"What a good girl" He placed his hand on my cheek and stroked it gently.
It's burns my skin like his fingers are laced in poison. But the rings on his fingers send shivers up my spine.
"Tell me, honey, just how innocent are you?" His voice is quiet and menacing.
I didn't know what he meant.
"Never got this pretty white dress dirty before?" I look at him, confused. It seemed to edge him on even more. Like he enjoyed it.
I shake my head at his question, why would I get myself all dirty?
Heaven is clean, pristine.
I miss it. Heaven is safe and pure.
"Angels, all work and no play" He leans in so close, his cheek is almost touching mine. His lips are by my ear.
"What do you do for fun, darling?" His breath is warm and I can almost feel the stubble from his face.
"I-I don't know"
Hes so close to me I feel like I'm suffocating. His scent is overwhelming.
"Would you like to know what I do?" He takes a breath, his lips touching my skin for just a split second before he steps back from me.
The blade he had put away, he takes out again.
I can't begin to imagine what a demon would do for fun.
I don't want to know.
"It depends on how I'm feeling that day, honestly"
This is it. He's going to kill me.
"Carving is fun" He brings the dull part of the blade to my cheek and out lines my jaw.
"I would have so much fun carving you-" He licks his lip.
"But that's not the fun I'm in the mood for tonight" He continues to trail the blade down my neck. I watch him, his eyes on the tip of the blade.
"Call me crazy, angel. But I like you. So different from your waste of space siblings" He knicks me flesh with the blade, making me wince.
It only takes a moment before the wound heals it self.
"It just brings me so much pleasure seeing the fear in your eyes" He glances up at me.
Finally, he pulls the knife away. He puts it back into his jacket.
"Would you like to have some fun with me, baby? I'd say it's the better option"
I look away from him, still not knowing what he wants from me. What could he possibly want to do with me?
"W-What do you want to do?" I stutter on my words, avoiding his stare.
"Been with many things in my lifetime, never an angel" He smiles. But I'm still so confused.
I can't figure it out. I don't know if I want to.
"So clueless" He laughs and grabs my chin, making me look at him.
"So innocent, it makes me sick" He looks right into my eyes, holding onto my face tightly.
"Kind of hot" He glances down, looking at my lips and then back up to my eyes.
"Please, just tell me what you want" I plead with him. I'm done with his twisted games, I feel like I'm going crazy.
I have no idea what is happening.
"I want you, pretty angel. I want to taste these sweet looking lips" His thumb outlines my mouth.
"I bet they taste just as good as your soul would" He licks his lip again.
I go through the library of books in my mind, suddenly putting together what he desires.
"Copulation?" I look at him, not any less confused.
But fear rises in my stomach.
Copulation is apart of the human experience on Earth, meant for procreation. Angels can't procreate.
Even in my human form, procreating is impossible.
I've read about it, I've studied everything about the human species. I know pleasure is something humans crave and Copulation is supposed to be a joyful experience.
I know it is, it brings new life. It's amazing.
But angels are forbidden from participating in such an act. It wasn't meant for us, it's not something we crave.
I've never even thought about something like that.
For angels, it's immoral.
"So technical" He chuckles quietly.
"Have you ever felt pleasure, my darling angel?" He asks, his fingers replace the blade. They trace my skin and take the same route down along my jaw.
I can't even think about it.
There's whispers of angels who have strayed, they were never seen again.
I quickly shake my head.
"I can't. It's not meant for us" I whisper, looking at him.
"You're missing out, pretty thing" He looks at me for a moment and then backs away from me.
"Pleasure is not a sin. Why would your stupid father create something only to pick and choose who gets to enjoy themselves?" He runs his hand through his hair and smiles at me.
"W-Why do you want to do that with me?"
I look him over, he's tall. Intimidating.
"So perfect, I want ruin you" He bites his lip and stares me down.
I'd die to protect Isaac. I'd do anything.
"You won't hurt Isaac?" I ask, meeting his stare that I had tried avoiding.
He smirks.
Fear completely sinks in. If I were to be caught doing something like this, especially with a demon, I'd loose my wings.
"I just want to make you feel good, there's nothing sinful about that" His green eyes are sparkling as he looks at me.
"Why? Why haven't you just killed me?"
It's so unclear, it would be much easier for him to just get rid of me.
"Most angels I come across, usually do have that fate. Hate those arrogant fuckers" He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
"But you, my darling, are different. Sweet little thing, innocent" He came towards me, sliding his hands up my arms.
"They all act so pure, but you should know darling, that some of your siblings are just as bad as us" He blinked, his eyes appearing black again. He brings a hand to my throat.
I take a deep breath, looking at him.
"Hm, but not you, princess" He pulls me closer, his grip getting tighter.
"You truly don't want to hurt anyone. It must be awful-" He laughs.
"Hurting people is so much fun" He squeezes hard and then let's go of me.
"So, untouched. Just the thought of putting my cock in you drives me wild"
His words make me flinch.
Being on Earth, I've heard some of the language they use. Some words, are extremely inappropriate.
"But, I am not the type to force pleasure onto someone. I don't need to, creatures of all kinds love to throw themselves at me. I'm like, God to them" I get angry, disgusted with way he threw around my father's name.
I try to hide it, knowing he's trying to get a reaction out of me.
"What do you say, my angel? Do you want to experience pleasure you've never dreamed of?" He asks, his smile wide.
"What's your name?" I ask, my voice soft.
I vowed to die for Isaac. I will protect him no matter the cost.
"Why does it matter?" He crosses his arms.
Hes right. I don't want to hurt anyone, or anything. Not even the darkest ones. I just want to help and protect.
Most demons, were once human. If I could find that part of him, maybe this will be easier.
"Please?" I whisper, reaching up to place my hand on his cheek. His jaw clenches and he shoves my hand away from him.
"It's only fair, you know mine" I say quietly, looking up at him.
His eyes are far from innocent.
"Harry" He looks at me, his hardened state softening slightly.
"Harry..." I repeat his name under my breath. Looking down at my feet.
I wonder if that it's the name he had before he became lost.
"Isaac will be safe?" I look back up at him, his eyes now green again. I prefer the green so much more. It makes him look human.
"Perhaps" He nods just a bit.
But, he won't confirm it. He won't promise me.
Trust is the only thing I can do.
How do I trust a demon?
"You won't hurt me?" I look at my hands, they are shaking a little.
I've never even thought of doing something like this.
"So many things I want to do to you pretty girl, hurting you is not one of them. At least, for the moment. I've got other plans for you" He grabs my face and makes me look at him.
"Can't lie to you, angel. Killing you and bringing your pure little soul to hell is a dream I will definitely be having later" He strokes my cheek.
"Maybe another day" His smirk is sinful. My breathing picks up, thinking about it. Going to hell.
"If you'd rather leave, there's the door" He backs away from me again. Giving me space.
I glance at the door. I think about teleporting away but I think of Isaac.
My mind races when I feel a pit in my stomach. Not of fear, but curiosity.
What is it about pleasure that everyone seems to desire?
"Reading people is a talent of mine, darling. I can see those pretty eyes swimming. Is this little angel feeling a sense of curiosity?"
I want to say no to him. But I can't because he's right.
My stomach turns.
I shake my head, trying to push away the feeling.
"I'm doing this to protect Isaac" I whisper, more to myself than him.
I hate it, I hate the feeling inside of me. I don't want to be curious about anything.
Never once, in my millenia have I thought about unnatural desires.
"Isn't lying a sin?" He's mocking me, I can see it.
Nothing has happened and already I feel disgraced as an angel. Thoughts I shouldn't be having are creeping into my mind and I don't know what to do.
"I-I'm not lying" I try to stand my ground, but my brain is crumbling. In his eyes, I can see the joy. I see how much he loves watching me have a moral crisis.
"Can you feel it, angel? The heat starting to burn between those cute little thighs?" He wonders, his hand sliding into my hair and pulling my face close to his.
At the mention of it, I instinctively tighten my legs together. I don't know what it is, this feeling. I don't want to feel it but I can't help it.
With each inch that he moves closer, it burns even more.
"Come on, I have a place a little more comfortable" He brushes my lips with his
own and my stomach flutters.
"Although, bending you over that chair and fucking your brains out would be very fun"
My whole body burns at his incredibly dirty words.
He smiles and grabs my hand.
In a flash, we appear into a bigger room. Against the wall is cleanly made bed.
"Where are we?" I ask, looking around the room. The window is boarded up, preventing me from looking outside.
"Don't worry about it, darling" He says, a devilish smirk on his face.
He reaches next to my head, flicking the light on.
I try not think about the fact we could be in someone's house, what may have happened to them.
"You're so tiny" He chuckles and pushes me against the wall.
"So fucking pretty" His fingers run along my face, stopping at my lips for a brief moment before he continues down my neck.
I'm nervous, my knees feeling weak.
I'm about to throw away every rule an angel has.
But my stomach tingles when I think about his lips brushing mine.
Desire fills my consciousness and I'm scared.
I want him to do it again.
"Nervous?" He asked, pushing some of my hair behind my ear and then cupping my cheek.
He leans in, lightly pressing his lips to mine again.
The sensation of it makes me want to pull him closer.
I pull back from him, looking into his eyes.
I have no idea what I'm doing.
"I-I don't know what to do" I whisper, shyly glancing at his lips and then back at him. He smiles.
"How about-" He's so close to me, I'm getting dizzy.
"You kiss me, pretty girl?"
Our lips were almost touching. I've never been this close to someone in my entire life time.
Hesitantly, I copy him and place a hand on his cheek. Hoping he doesn't push me away again.
I look at his lips and then his eyes. I lean up towards him and close the small gap between our lips.
It lights my body up in a way I can't describe. I still haven't got a clue to what I'm doing but I try to follow his lead. I move my lips with his and I wonder if what I'm feeling is pleasure.
It doesn't feel bad. It doesn't hurt. It just makes me weak.
His hand moves slowly down my body until he reaches my thigh. He lifts it up against his hip, pulling me off the ground.
"Lift your other leg for me, baby" He mumbles and I listen to him, lifting up my other leg.
Roughly, he pushes his mouth against mine. One of his hands is holding my leg and the other slides to the back of my neck.
I find myself wrapping my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. The taste of him sweeter than anything I've ever tried.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth, his grip on me getting tighter with every moment.
I can't do anything about it, but an unfamiliar sound vibrates through me.
His tongue is even sweeter than his lips and I hate it. I hate how good it feels.
I can't understand why I'm feeling like this, how can something so dark make me feel so alive?
My body betrays my mind, it's craving. Desired to be touched, to soothe the ache between my legs.
My toes curl when he slides his hand under the fabric of my dress, pushing it up higher than it already is.
"I bet that cunt tastes like heaven" He pulled his lips back from me, and all I want to do is bring him back. He kisses down my neck, his prickly stubble tickling my skin.
I can't help but giggle at the feeling of it.
He pulls back to look at me.
"What are you giggling about?" He has an amused expression in his face.
My face heats up and I look away from him.
I still don't know what I'm doing.
"It tickles" I whisper and he smiles a little bit.
"Does it feel good?" He leaned back in towards my neck, kissing along my skin.
I don't want to admit it to him. I don't want him to think he's winning, but he is.
It feels amazing.
"Y-Yes" I breathe deeply, leaning my head back against the wall.
His lips continue to kiss on my skin, his other hand drawing circles on my thigh.
"Such soft skin, angel. So clean and perfect" He breathes slowly, it travels down my spine and makes me shiver.
I gasp, his teeth sinking hard into my skin. It stings but something about it makes me ache even more.
"Oh...." I grab his shoulders. My body weakening even more when he begins to suck. I bite my lip, stopping myself from letting out another noise.
It's embarrassing, the things my body is doing in response to this. I don't know how to stop it.
I don't know if I want it to stop.
"It's quite annoying that I can't leave any marks on this stunning body"
I smile a bit at that, a mini victory. It's funny that's he annoyed by how fast my body regenerates.
"You think it's funny?" I open my eyes when his teeth sink into my bottom lip.
He growls, definitely annoyed.
He leans back from me slightly and with his hand that was in my hair, he brings it to his jacket.
I think for a second that he's grabbing the blade again, but instead he pulls out a bottle.
Instantly I smell it, grimacing slightly.
Holy oil.
But there's nothing holy about it. It's a weapon used against angels. It's one of the only things that can burn our skin.
It's not permanent, but it takes much longer to heal from it.
"I wonder what would happen if I put some of this on my lips?" My eyes widen at his suggestion and he smirks.
"I like to leave my mark, darling. Have to make you remember me somehow" I watch as he opens the flask and brings it to his mouth, coating his lips and tongue. He shoves the flask back into his jacket and leans towards me.
I try to lean back from him but the wall stops me.
Just barely his lips brush over my jaw, the oil stinging my skin. I run my hands into his hair and grip it tightly, trying to pull him back.
"Harry!" I cry out when his teeth clamp down on my neck again.
This time, it burns.
The oil coating his mouth burns my flesh and I yank on his hair, trying to pull him back.
It's so unfamiliar, holy oil burns. It hurts, it's not pleasant.
But I feel pleasure and I can't comprehend how he makes it feel like this.
"Hm, that's better" He whispers in my ear, his lips coming back to mine.
Most of the oil had dissipated from his mouth, but there was a trace left.
I can feel the little needles of it against my lips.
But when he kisses me, I kiss him back eagerly. Ignoring the slight burn of it. He still tastes so good.
I'm horrified by the pleasure in my body.
I shouldn't have enjoyed it, but the feeling of his lips mixed with the burning did something to me that I can't explain.
"Would love to leave some marks all over this body, baby" He leans back into my neck, his tongue licking over the burn he created.
I fight against the sound that bubbles in my throat, still in disbelief that my body is twisting in pleasure.
My legs tighten against him, I desperately wanted to close them.
There was an ache, pulsing between my legs that I can't control. His hand that rested on my thigh made it even worse. He pushes my dress up higher and his hand comes down to my other thigh. His eyes still locked on me.
"You can't hide your desire from me, Celeste. Those pretty little moans tell me exactly what you're feeling" He brushes my lips, his hands moving towards my inner thighs.
My breathing picks up and I look down at his hands.
My dress is pushed as far as it can go, and I know he can see my under garments.
It makes my face warm up, because he can feel the heat that's coming from them.
"Maybe I'll leave some marks on these thighs" He squeezes his hands, his lips kissing down my throat and towards my collarbone.
This time, I'm unable to keep the sound from coming out.
It's the thought of what it might feel like, his lips between my thighs coated in oil. It stings, but he makes it feel so good.
I don't know why I enjoy it. I can't even begin to think about how I'm enjoying any of this.
"You like that sound of that, baby?" He pulls back and smirks.
I shake my head, I don't want to admit it.
"Remember, angel, lying is a sin" He chuckled and moved his hands higher on the inner parts of my legs.
"You don't see me lying to you" He grabs my face with one of his hands.
"I'm going to bring you over to that bed and fuck that sweet little innocence out of you" He forces me to look at him while he says it. I bring my hands to my face, hiding from him.
I couldn't help but think about it, trying to imagine what it would possibly feel like.
"Now tell me, sweetheart, do you want me to touch you?" He rubs my thigh gently and smiles at me.
"Soothe the ache I know you're feeling" He chuckles a little bit, but I'm still covering my face. It's so warm, I feel embarrassed.
"Trying so hard to hide it from me.." He grabs my wrists and pulls them away from my face.
"Am I right, angel?"
I can't explain the emotions he's making me feel. I feel weak at how easily he sucked me into temptation but I wanted more of him.
Angels are strong, but how can I even call myself that?
I didn't put up a fight. I gave into him so quickly.
I am weak.
I pull my hands from his and bring them to his face. His skin is warm, despite his nature.
I haven't gotten the chance to really look him over. I bring my thumb to his lips, copying what he had done to me. I trace his lips, my eyes trained on them.
I can feel his stare, watching me intently.
I don't say anything to him, my voice is caught in my throat. Instead, I gently pull him to my lips. For just a moment, it's almost soft.
But quickly, he pushes his tongue into my mouth but I don't mind. It tastes sweet, like a candy.
"My little angel, you might want to ask your father to look away because I'm about to do some very bad things to you" He whispers against my lips.
He pulls us both away from the wall and grabs my hips, planting my feet back on the ground.
"So, modest" He hums and looks me up and down. I look down at what I'm wearing. A simple white dress that reached my knees. I think it's pretty. I've always loved white.
He tightens his grip on my waist and backs up until his legs reach the end of the bed. He sits on the edge of it, making us eye level to eachother.
"How about we take this off?" He slides his hands from waist up to the back of my dress.
I bite my lip, nodding at him a little.
Angels, when on earth, have a human form. It helps us blend in. It also helps us understand humans more. We don't have to worry about trivial things like sleeping, or going to the bathroom but our bodies function pretty similarly. Of course, Angels human form is much stronger than a regular human.
Harry's eyes don't leave me for a second. Hardly blinking as he pulls the zipper of my dress all the way down.
I take a deep breath. Becoming more nervous.
I've never been undressed in my life.
He slips his hand under the fabric and runs his hand up my back.
Hes so warm.
He pulls on the fabric until it falls to my ankles and suddenly I'm bare. The only thing covering me is my white under garment.
I quickly cover my chest, scared.
Hes not rough about it, but he grabs my arms and pulls them away, putting them at my sides.
"Don't be shy with me, angel. I think your body is delicious" He spreads his legs and pulls me between them. He brings his hands to the back of thighs and rubs them gently.
"So perfectly made" He bites his lip, his hands sliding higher.
I gasp when he slaps me and he laughs, his hands squeezing my behind.
"Something tells me you'd love to be bent over and whipped. I know I'd love to" He squeezes harder and I wish I could find an explanation for why it makes my body tingle so much. Not just his touch, but his words are making the heat between my legs burn.
He leans forward, his lips connecting to my skin just above my breasts. I run my hands up into his hair, lightly pulling at it.
"Been with many in my lifetime, none compare to you, angel" He squeezes the back of my thighs.
"Softest skin I've ever had the pleasure of touching" He continues with his lips on my skin, lightly biting down.
"I can only fucking imagine what it's going to feel like burying my cock in you" My legs stiffen at his words, trying to stop myself from feeling whatever it is that's raging through my stomach.
"You like it when I talk dirty to you, baby?" He pulls back and smirks at me.
"I-" I stumble on my words, trying to convince him that I don't. But my body doesn't agree. Every word, every touch makes me ache for more.
His smirk gets more wicked at my lack of words.
With a quick movement, he lifts one of my legs up onto the bed next to him, I grab his shoulders to keep myself from falling.
This position makes me feel much more vulnerable to him.
"Do you even notice how soaked you are, angel?" He laughs to himself, running his hand up my ankle until he reaches my knee.
He slows down a bit, tip toeing his fingers along my inner thigh.
He brings just the tip of his finger between my legs, pressing against where I had been dying for him touch.
"Can't wait to taste this perfect little cunt"
Just the small amount of pressure makes me buckle and I feel like I'm going to fall over. I go to pull my foot off the bed but he grabs my ankle and stops me.
"Nuh uh, honey. You're keeping your leg up for me" He warned.
"Or, I can tie you down onto the bed and have some fun with this" He pats the pocket of his jacket, referring to the oil.
My grip tightens on him.
He's hardly touched me and my body feels overwhelmed.
There's so many unfamiliar feelings swirling through me.
"Harry" I whine his name, looking at him and his sinful smirk.
"I don't play games, sweetheart. You listen to me, or you suffer the consequences" He slides his hand back up my leg, his fingers returning between my thighs.
"So sensitive, angel" He does it again, gently running his finger along me.
Instead of just once, he goes back and forth.
My leg wobbles and I try very hard to keep myself from ripping away from him.
It feels so good, I don't know how to handle it.
"Just wait until it's my tongue playing with this cute little clit" He pushes down harder and it takes all my strength to keep from falling over.
"Bet I could make you come without even taking these off"
I don't like the noises my body is making but I can't help it, I don't know how else to respond to how he's making me feel.
"Noisy little thing" He chuckles and pulls his hand away, pushing my foot off the bed and letting me plant it on the ground.
"Hm, can't get over these pretty legs" He traces his finger tips up and down the back of my thighs.
He brings his hands to my hips and hooks his fingers into my underwear.
He glances to my eyes and then begins to pull them down until they fall to my ankles.
I'm completely exposed to him now. I get nervous and close my legs tightly, trying to hide myself from him.
He stands up off the bed, suddenly much more intimidating.
"So, shy" He brings his hand to my cheek and strokes it for a moment.
"Be a good girl for me-" He taps my nose.
"Lay on the bed" He steps to the side and crosses his arms, watching me.
I listen to him and get onto the bed, laying my head on the pillows. He's still fully clothed, it feels unfair.
He stares at me for a moment before following my path and climbing onto the bed.
"Spread your legs, baby"
At the moment, they are closed tightly.
I look up at the ceiling, away from his intense eyes.
Slowly, I open them. I take a deep breath and shiver when I feel his hands on my legs.
"Such a delightful sight, angel"
I get the courage to look down at him, he's on his knees between my calfs. His hands delicately tracing my skin.
"I bet this sweet looking pussy is begging to played with" His touch is so, gentle. It's making me want more.
I can't even begin to imagine what his tongue would feel like between my legs.
I feel dirty just thinking about it.
I watch him lay down, lifting my thighs onto his shoulders.
I feel so vulnerable. I'm so nervous but I want him to touch me. My body is begging for it.
His eyes are locked on mine, his lips and teeth connecting to my thigh and making my toes curl. I don't know what to do with myself.
I shyly bring my hands down to his hair, the feeling of it soothing my nerves. I like the way his hair feels in my hands.
Without thinking, I pull on it, attempting to pull him closer between my legs.
Desperation is what I'm feeling.
He notices it right away. His eyes instantly looking up at me again.
"Is it starting to hurt, baby? Aching so bad, dripping down your thighs" I shuffle my legs, ignoring him.
I don't want him to be right. But he is, I need it.
"If you want something from me, angel-" He sinks his teeth into my flesh for a moment and then smiles.
"You've got to ask for it" He says, his face turning serious. I kick my legs in frustration, I don't want to ask him. I barely understand what's happening to me. I can't believe a demon is making me feel like this.
But in my subconscious, I'm questioning it.
Why aren't we allowed to enjoy ourselves?
Why isn't this something all creatures are allowed to experience?
He laughs at me kicking my legs, roughly gripping my thighs and stopping me from moving.
"Use your words" He kisses my thigh again, his lips going higher.
It feels like I'm on fire and the only thing that's going to cool me down is his tongue.
I don't know what to say to make him give me what I want.
"Please" I whisper, running my fingers through his hair. He smiles a bit.
"Please, what?" I get more frustrated, yanking on his hair but all it did was make him smile more. I know he's enjoying it, seeing how frustrated he can get me.
I don't want to say it out loud. I don't want to admit how badly my body is begging to be felt.
"I-I don't know what to say" I whine, trying to shuffle my legs again but he's got a tight hold on me.
"Beg me to touch you, angel, and maybe I will" He sucks lightly on my thigh.
"Or I could leave some pretty marks on your thighs" He bites down harder.
More unfamiliar sounds leave my throat, his teeth in my flesh stinging just slightly but I like it. I hate it. I hate all of the thoughts running through my head. All of them about him. His dirty words on what he wants to do with me. I don't understand it, but I want to.
"Harry, please-" I take a deep, shaky breath.
"I need you to touch me" I plead with him, hating myself for giving him the satisfaction of exactly what he wanted to hear.
"Such a good girl" He whispers, kissing even higher up my inner thigh. I watch him closely, noticing his hand letting go of my thigh and coming inbetween my legs as well.
"Is this what you want? Hm?" My whole body shudders when his fingers run along me. It's already an overwhelming sensation.
"You're so wet, baby. Smell like heaven" He breathes against my flesh and I try to move my hips closer to him. He chuckles and moves his other hand that had been holding thigh, up to my stomach and locking his arm around me tightly. Preventing me from moving.
Very much unvoluntarily, I squeal when I feel his tongue and he laughs, the sound vibrating against me.
It feels so good.
His tongue moves slowly and I try hard to kick my legs because I don't know what else to do. But his grip tightens.
"Harry" I go to pulling his hair instead, but it doesn't phase him. Every little movement of his tongue makes me moan. I can't control it. I hate it.
It truly is pleasure I've never dreamed about before.
He focuses in on the most sensitive part, my vision going blurry. I cry out, yanking on his hair with all my strength and he doesn't flinch. He continues to suck on my flesh until I'm a mess. I can't even think straight.
It's almost a relief when he pulls away for moment, but something in me wants to push him back.
"Tastes like honey, angel. Can't get enough"
This time it feels like his mouth completely engulfs me and I cry out even louder.
The pleasure, is incredible.
I've never felt this before in the millennia I've been alive.
My stomach is tightening to a point that I can't handle. It's the most intense thing I've ever felt.
I try to breath but every flick of his tongue takes my breath away.
"H-Harry" I try to pull him away, an unfamiliar knot in my stomach and all I want is relief. I can hardly breathe.
"P-Please"  I whimper, feeling like I'm going to burst. He's got such a tight hold on me, I can't move. All I can do it pull on his hair and make noise.
Which he seems to love.
His mouth and tongue make me feel like I'm floating, I can't describe it.
I don't understand it, how is he doing this?
Why does it feel so good?
"W-What is happen-" My body trembles and my thighs are shaking.
I'm struggling so much but he just holds me in place and continues to torture me with his tongue.
I close my eyes tightly, my back arching off the bed as my entire body tenses, lightly shaking as he doesn't stop his rhythmic movements.
It's so intense. The unexplainable feeling rips through me and his tongue doesn't stop. Not until I my body relaxes a bit, and I'm panting. I try to catch my breath but my mind is so scattered, I can't get myself to breathe regularly.
"So fucking sweet, my little angel. Could eat this delicious cunt for days" I open my eyes, watching as he takes my thighs off his shoulders and gets onto his knees.
"Soaked the sheets, darling" He chuckles and places either hand on the top of my thighs.
I'm still trying to catch my breath, at a loss for words from the experience I just had. He rubs my thighs gently and looks down at me.
"That's what happens when you feel good, baby" He's still rubbing my thighs, helping me to calm down and relax my breathing. I attempt to close my legs a little bit, embarrassed at the mess I created on the bed.
He pins them down, pushing them further apart.
"Don't close your legs, I'm not finished" He warned, a hard grip on my thighs.
He holds down one and then brings his other hand between my legs.
I flinch when his fingers trace along my inner thigh, my body is still incredibly sensitive.
"Made you come so much, baby. Taste so good" He brushes over my nerves for just a second, making my body jolt. He smiles and brings his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers.
"I bet you're so fucking tight" His hand comes between my legs again but before he can touch me I reach down with both my hands and grab his.
He laughs at me and grabs both my wrists, he leans over me and then pins them to the bed.
"What?" He leans his face closer to me.
"Is your pussy too sensitive for me to play with?" He smirks and lifts my hands above my head, pinning them both down with just one of his.
"You think it's intense now, honey?" He uses his knee to spread my legs further apart then they already are.
"Can't wait until you feel me filling you up" He holds my hands tightly and slowly traces his fingers down my body.
His hand sneaks between my legs again and I whimper.
I groan when he pinches me lightly, a jolt of pleasure shooting into my stomach. I'm so sensitive, I hate it.
"You've got such a sensitive little clit, baby. Makes me wanna suck it until you squirt" His fingers lowers slightly and he makes little circles. I struggle in his hold, moaning more.
"Harry-" I gasp when his finger sinks into me.
"So soft" He hums. I look up at him, struggling again in his grasp. It feels really good, his finger slowly sinking into me. It's a different sensation and it amazes me. How can he make me feel like this in so many different ways?
He pulls his finger back, almost all the way before roughly pushing his finger back into me.
I groan, the pleasure coming from even deeper than when he was using his tongue.
"Does it feel good, baby?" He leans down and bites my lip.
I choke on my words when I feel him pushing a second finger into me, my toes curl in response to the pressure. My breath taken away.
"I wonder how I'm going to fit my cock in this tight little cunt, angel" I don't know what to say. His dirty words, I hated them. I hate inappropriate language of any kind but for some reason, I want don't want him to stop. I like the sound of his voice.
"As much as I'd love to make you come on my fingers-" He pushes his fingers in and out of me a few more times before pulling them away.
"Wait-" I quickly bite my lip, not meaning to say anything out loud. But I liked the feeling, I didn't want him to pull away.
He smirks and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking on them.
"Don't worry, angel. Not even close to being done with you" He gets off of me and then off the bed.
I sit up and watch as he unbuttons the single button holding his suit jacket. I get up as well and crawl to the edge where he is. I get on my knees and watch him pull it off and set it on the ground. I reach out and grab his hands before he can start unbuttoning the long sleeve shirt he had on.
I pull him right up against the bed, with me on my knees we are about the same height.
Part of me just wanted to admire him. His features were perfect.
His eyes were my favorite. But only the green. I didn't like it when they'd go black.
I bring my hands to the buttons and slowly begin to undo them. His eyes are watching me closely.
I can't help but smile when I get a peak of his skin. I can already see streaks of ink.
I've seen quite a few people on Earth with beautiful designs on their skin.
I undo the last button and pull the rest of the shirt from his pants.
I pull the shirt off of him and let it fall to the floor.
Without asking, or really thinking, my hand comes to the design on his stomach. I trace it and smile even more. It resembled a butterfly and I wonder what it means to him.
Is it ties to the soul he may have had at some point?
I wish I could ask him, I could look, by holding his hand but he'd know it. He'd never let me.
I admire him for a few more moments, his body is breathtaking.
"I like these" I say softly, poking his stomach.
"Thank you, angel" It's the only genuine thing I've heard him say since we met.
The tone of his voice makes my stomach flutter.
I look down at my hands, trying to ignore his eyes when my hands reach his pants.
I bite my lip and take a deep breath.
I'm so nervous at my lack of experience. I can't imagine the amount of times he's done this.
I undo the button and bite my lip harder, unzipping them and pulling them until they also fell to the floor. He steps out of them, still allowing me to take my time. Which I'm grateful for.
I have no idea what I'm doing.
My fingers trace along the edge of the final peice of clothing on him. I also trace my fingers over the designs he has on his hips.
I think any form of art is beautiful. Some angels might disagree, but I do truly love art. And the ink humans put onto their skin, is an art form for them. I think that's amazing.
"Curious little thing" I glance up at him, my face heating up. I can't help it, I've never been this close to anyone.
"Sorry" I whisper, looking down at my hands again. I take a deep breath, copying what he had done to me earlier. I hook my fingers into his underwear and begin to pull them down. I pull them down as far as I can reach in my position. He steps out of them and I quickly look up to his face. He smirks, noticing me avoid looking.
He brings his hand up my back and slides his hand into my hair.
"Give me your hand" He said, not giving me much time to respond. Instead, he reached out with his free hand and grabbed mine.
My face goes even more red when he wraps my hand around him. It's hard. I can't bring myself to look, I'm so nervous.
"Look what you do to me, angel" He grips my hair and makes me look down. His hand is still on mine, guiding it along his length. I can feel it get even harder as I touch him.
He keeps his hand on mine for just a few more seconds, before pulling it away.
"Just like that, pretty girl" I bite my lip and continue to move my hand in the motion he showed me.
"Do you know why it's hard like that, angel?" I shake my head, unable to move my eyes now. I feel like I'm in a trance.
"All because of you" He pulls my head back so I'll look at him.
"You like stroking my cock, baby?" He smirks.
"Hm, I bet this little angel would be a perfect little cum slut. So obedient" I squeeze my hand around the tip, just a little bit of liquid oozing from it.
"How about, you do me a favour, sweetheart-" He backed up a little, roughly pulling me with him and off the bed. I fall onto the ground in front of him on my knees.
"Hm, the thought of fucking your throat just makes me even harder, angel" I look up at him, the look in his eye is wicked.
"But I want to fuck you, more than I want to do anything else. So, be a good girl for me and use this sweet looking mouth to coat my cock" He smiles down at me.
"I-I don't know what to do" I say shyly, bringing my hand to wrap around him again.
So many emotions are running through me.
"Spit on it" He instructs, pulling my face closer. I grip my hand tighter around him and push myself up higher on my knees. I glance up at him, his eyes not blinking for even a moment.
I look back down, trying to block out the fear. I don't want to mess it up. I want him to feel like I did. But I don't even know if I have the capability to do it.
I collect saliva into my mouth and then listen to his instruction, spitting on him.
"Now-" Before he tells me what to do, I use my hand to spread as much of it as I can down his length.
I've seen a world of art, with naked figures from the past. I never recognized it in a sexual way, but Harry's size is much larger than a lot of the art I've seen.
It makes my stomach flutter, wondering how this is possibly going to fit inside of me.
"You're such a good girl, angel" His tone is soft and it makes my body heat up. I like his praises. He moves his hand from my hair and brings it to my cheek, brushing it gently with his finger tips.
"Open your mouth for me" He says, his fingers touching my lips.
I listen to him and open my mouth. He places his hand on top of mine and guides himself towards my lips.
I lean forward, taking in whatever I can. It's not much, almost right away I choke.
He chuckles a little bit and I meet his gaze.
"Taking a lot in me not to shove my cock as far down your throat as I can get it" The look in his eye darkens slightly.
He pushes me, but not too much, but I choke and pull myself off of him. Saliva already dripping from my mouth.
"Hm, that's enough for now. Just wanted to get a little taste" He reaches down and grabs me, lifting me to my feet.
He pushes me onto the bed, my legs hanging over the edge.
"So many fucking things I want to do to this pretty body, angel" He places his hands on my thighs and shoves them apart before sliding them underneath my thighs and lifting them from the bed.
I wiggle around a little bit, realizing I have absolutely no control in this position. My bottom half completely lifted from the bed.
He pulls me closer to the edge and I watch as he holds me up with one hand and the other wraps around his phallus.
My stomach tightens when his tip brushes against me.
"Tell me, angel. I want to hear you say how bad you want me to bury my cock inside of you" He looks down at me, his face is serious.
"I want it, Harry" I whisper, trying to move my hips closer. His serious expression turns into a smirk.
"Ask me to fuck you, baby" He says, watching as I struggle to try and pull him closer.
"But-" He cuts me off and digs his nails harshly into my skin.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, I look at him and nod shyly.
"Then say it" He snaps.
I've never used crude language, ever and my brain still can't understand why my body responds in pleasure to Harry's filthy words.
But I wanted him, something deep inside of me is craving to know what it's going to feel like.
"H-Harry, I-I want you to-" My face burns as I get flustered, trying to get the words out.
"I-I want you to fuck me" I'm almost in disbelief that I say it out loud. But Harry's devilish smirk grows wider.
"Such a good little angel" He hums quietly and then pushes against me.
I watch as he fixes his gaze directly into my eyes and slowly guides himself into me.
I can't describe it, how it feels. It's extremely intense.
But the way he pushes through my flesh is already making my vision go blurry.
I try to tighten my legs around him, so I can pull him closer. He stops me, roughly gripping both of my thighs.
Hes made sure he's in control.
"So soft, angel. Is this what heaven feels like?" I groan when he pulls almost out of me and then roughly drives into me while pulling me towards him at the same time.
I close my eyes, my hands holding the blanket underneath me tightly.
"Fuck" He breathes, quickly finding a pace that's making my eyes roll back. The pressure is unbelievably pleasureful. I don't know what to do with myself, I can't do anything. He has all of the power.
Every thrust of his hips gets harder and harder.
"Harry" I cry out his name, struggling in his hold. It feels so good.
Every moral I've held dear to me, is gone.
I'm finally able to catch my breath when he drops me back onto the bed, pulling out of me.
Every breath I take is shaky, my hands in fists as I try to calm myself.
"Sounds like someone enjoys getting fucked" I open my eyes and he's already starring at me.
"Hm, princess? Do like getting fucked?" I attempt to take a deep breath. I bite my lip and nod.
"Get up on the bed more" He instructs. I take another breath and then listen to him, pushing myself back onto the bed more.
He followed me, grabbing me and without any effort, flips me onto my stomach.
"Now stick that pretty ass up for me, angel" Before I can respond, he grabs my hips and lifts me onto my knees. He pushes them apart, and his hands slide up my thighs until his fingers reached sensitive flesh.
My knees go weak when he rubs back and forth, I bury my face into the pillows on the bed. I grab ahold of one and hold onto it tightly.
"Harry!" I cry out his name when he pushes into me again without any warning.
"Yeah, angel? Does it feel good?" I whimper in response to him.
"Hm? I want an answer" He holds my hips tightly, thrusting into me at an overwhelming pace. I can barely breathe, let alone speak. He seemed to be getting even further inside me with this position.
I cry out when he slaps my butt, obviously getting impatient with my lack of words.
"I-It feels really good" I try to say it loud enough so he can hear me but I can't speak. My senses are completely over taken by pleasure.
"That's all I want to hear, angel. Those sweet little cries of pleasure" He slaps me again, but a bit lighter this time. It stings, but every part of it just adds to the knot forming in my stomach.
I'm a mess, if Harry wasn't holding my hips, I wouldn't be able to keep myself up.
I never understood humans who were driven by sex. Like it's a need. I never could have imagined that it would feel like this.
I feel Harry's fingers coming into my hair. He wraps it around his hand and then harshly yanks me up. I groan, feeling incredibly weak.
"Never would have thought an angel would be such a slut for cock" He wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled my head back against his shoulder.
His thrusting decreases dramatically, but he's so deep inside of me and every little movement he makes sends pleasure through to my toes.
If he gets any deeper I feel like I might burst like a balloon.
He gently bites down against my shoulder, sucking on my skin while his hand that had been wrapped around my stomach, starts to lower.
I whine, knowing exactly what he's about to do and with both hands I grab his arm. I'm so sensitive, if he touches me, I definitely will burst from everything I'm feeling.
"Harry" I beg, trying to pull his hand away but he doesn't budge.
"You can handle it, angel" He whispers in my ear, his fingers once again touching me. But with him buried in me, the pleasure is immense.
"Harry, I-I can't" I whimper more, my nails clawing at his arm to try and pull him away.
I already feel so weak, I don't know how much more my body can take.
He ignored my weak little crys and moved his fingers in quick circles.
The knot in my stomach is so much tighter than when he used his tongue on me.
He rocked me against him and with that bit of movement, I can feel my body tensing.
"Nuh, uh, baby. You aren't coming yet" He pushed me off of him, pulling his hand away and out of me. I fall onto the bed and before I can do anything, he grabs me and turns me over.
He pushes my legs apart and gets on top of me.
He places a hand next to my head to hold himself up. Shyly, I reach my hands out to his face. I touch his cheeks for a moment before sliding my hands to his shoulders. He's so broad. I get distracted by the birds on his chest, tracing them each individually. I can't help but smile, they are very nice.
I glance up at him and bite my lip.
"Sorry, I just like these a lot" I whisper. He lifts my leg up against his hip and then leans down close to me. It's something I realize that I really like doing. I like kissing him.
I lift my other leg up against him, my hands coming back to hair and pulling him closer to me, connecting our lips.
He pulled back after a moment and with his free hand, brought it down my chest.
I jump a little when a shock of pleasure runs through me, his fingers lightly pulling on my nipple. He lowers his hand down and I watch as he wraps his hand around himself. He strokes along his length and then rubs the tip against me.
"Can't wait to fill with my cum, angel" He drives into me hard, my back arching from the bed at the feeling. My nails digging into the back of his neck.
Out of the positions he's had me in, I liked this one the best. He's warm.
He isn't gentle, but I enjoyed our closeness.
"Such a pretty little angel, now my own little slut" He whispered, leaning close to me again and brushing my lips. He doesn't kiss me, instead he moves his lips down my jaw.
I pull on his hair, moaning. I look between our bodies, watching as he pulls out just to plunge back into me.
I gently pull his hair again, guiding his lips back up to mine. I wanted to taste them again. I hold onto his cheeks, both of our moans being muffled by our kiss.
It's much messier, our tongues swirling together and making the pleasure even stronger. I hold him against my lips, refusing to let him pull them away from me.
He let's me do it for just a little longer before roughly grabbing my arms and pinning them to the bed.
He bites my lip before moving to my neck again.
He begins to quicken his pace again, sending me down a spiral of pleasure I could never imagine. Every second of it is...bliss.
I don't have to think, I just take in every feeling of it and it's incredible.
"You feel that, angel? Those little walls of your clenching against my cock?" He groans against my neck, teeth sinking into my neck.
He sucks on my skin again, before moving his lips up to my ear.
"Softest cunt I've ever fucked" He whispers before pushing himself up onto his knees and grabbing my hips.
My mind goes numb when he drives into me harder than he has all night. I'm crying in pleasure, my hands grabbing at his hands again.
It's so extreme, pleasure consuming every fibre of my being.
"Harry" I moan, the familiar feeling of my body tensing up.
"Is this sweet little angel about to come all over my cock?" His thrusts become more sloppy, but my mind is somewhere else.
I've never felt like this before.
It's pure bliss and I can't comprehend it.
It rips through me like tidal wave and I cry out his name repetitively as it washes over me.
"Fuck, fuck, angel" He swears under his breath, pushing himself as deep into me as he could possibly get and holding my hips tight. He doesn't pull out this time, he stops his thrusts suddenly.
I feel the release, my body still tightening around him.
"Sweet little pussy is taking every last drop from me, angel" He takes a breath, looking down at me before finally pulling out.
My mind is still reeling. Trying to comprehend everything that just happened.
I watch as Harry buttons up his shirt slowly.
What's going to happen now?
I pull on my dress, reaching behind me and pulling up the zipper.
It doesn't feel real and suddenly, I feel so unclean.
Why did I do this? How could I do this?
How could I betray everything I know?
It scares me even more because I enjoyed it.
I glance at Harry, watching as he pulled on his jacket.
He hasn't said anything. Just looking at me every once in a while as he got dressed.
I didn't know what to make of him and I hate myself for even thinking about the chance of this happening with him again.
"What's going to happen now?" I ask softly.
"What now?" Suddenly, he's mocking me.
I watch in fear as the green in his eyes quickly disappears into black.
"Oh, darling" He shakes his head, laughing at me.
"You really are, so naive" I back away from him, fear filling my stomach. What's happening?
"You thought you could trust me? A demon?" He steps towards me, an evil smile on his face.
"Did you truly think you were anything but a toy for me to play with?" He follows my footsteps, but I'm stopped by the wall.
"God, it was so easy manipulating you" He scoffed, standing right in front of me.
I try to will myself away but nothing happens and he chuckles even more.
His eyes seem even darker than before.
I'm so confused, I tear up, looking at him. But his expression is unphased.
He pulls the blade from his jacket and points it at me.
"I'm just doing my job, sweetheart" He reaches down and roughly grabs my left hand and turns it face up.
"No, please don't" I cry, tears falling down my cheeks.
I'm trying to will up any power I can, but it's blocked and I don't know how.
"So stupid, I never needed you to get the boy" He snaps.
He brings the blade to my palm and traces it. I fight him, as hard as I can. I know what he's doing.
Only angels know of this curse.
I've only heard whispers of it, whispers of some of the punishments angels face when they stray.
It's knowledge a demon shouldn't have.
I do everything I can, but his strength is no match.
I cry out in pain as he carves into my hand and then, everything goes dark.
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blogginjh · 2 days ago
Here’s a video you’ve never seen of harry styles…because I took it 💅
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harrysfolklore · a month ago
thinking about yn taking bubba into the phone booth and leaving a cute message for harry 🥹 -🫶
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With your three year old in hand and covered in your husband’s merch, you walked through the halls of Chicago’s United Center.
Harry was always skeptical about letting you and your baby go out of his sight and roam through the arenas, but he knew how important was for your son to be outside and interact with other people so he doesn’t get overwhelmed with the constant traveling that the tour life required.
Of course, his two bodyguards were following close behind you, he gave them the order to never leave the two of you alone or let anyone get too close to the point that it could be harmful. And they knew better than to let anything happen to the people their boss loved the most.
To celebrate Harry’s sold out shows at United Center, the arena set up different photo ops, Harry’s House themed spaces and what they called “Late Night Talking booths”, and that’s where you were both heading.
You absolutely loved the idea of fans recording messages for your husband that will be on a personalized vinyl for him, and you thought it was a great idea to surprise him with a message from his little bubba, who was getting more and more talkative by the second.
“Mummy, where we going?” he asked in a small voice and you bent down to pick him up, internally groaning because your baby surely got big.
“We’re going to record a message from daddy, baby. Over there in the red booth.” you pointed towards it as you got closer to the place, luckily, not many fans were inside the arena yet and the booth was empty.
“Love daddy.” he cooed, every time his dad was mentioned, he gave a similar reply, the little boy adored his dad more than anyone in the world.
“I know you do, baby.” you cooed back as one of Harry’s guards opened the booth’s door for you, you thanked him quickly before getting inside and grabbing the phone and placing it close to your boy’s little face.
“Go ahead baby, what do you want to tell daddy?” you told your him and it only took a few seconds until he started babbling and babbling about his favorite person.
You knew your husband was going to tear up when he played the vinyl and realized his baby’s voice was there.
The five sold out shows in Chicago were a bliss. You got to enjoy watching Harry doing what he loves the most in the world, and you got to show your son that what his daddy did was something special.
Of course, Harry couldn’t help but mention your baby any chance he got, multiple videos of him saying stuff like “My bubba is in the audience tonight!”, “Look at my bubba, isn’t he cute, he’s so cute” we’re already viral on all social media platforms.
Now you were in your Los Angeles home, getting some rest before he had to go back to playing shows there. Sitting in your large couch with tea mugs in hand and watching your baby play with his plush toys on the floor, you knew it was the perfect opportunity to get him to listen to the vinyl.
“You haven’t played the vinyl they gave you in Chicago, have you lovie?” you asked him as you cuddled to his side, putting your hand on his chest and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw the engagement ring and wedding band -matching his- resting on your finger.
“I surely haven’t, honey. Let me get it and let’s listen to it now, I’m curious about what kind of messages are there” he kissed your hand as he stood up and went on to look for the vinyl, he put it on the record player you kept at your lounging room and his fan’s voices echoed through the room.
You surely got emotional at some of their messages, some saying meaningful stuff like “Thank you for saving my life” “I met my fiancé because of you” “You helped me when no one else did”, and other messages were rather funny, with stuff like “Thanks for draining my bank account” “I skipped school to be here but it was worth it”.
But it was when the little babbles and toddler voice was heard around the room when you fully turned to your husband to see his reaction.
“Who’s that? That’s my bubba, isn’t it?” he said with a small smile as the he heard his little baby babbling stuff like “I love daddy. Daddy is the best and he gives the best hugs”
“Oh baby” Harry cooed as he picked his baby up from the carpet and placed him on his lap, the boy instantly giggling and wrapping his little arms around him “You recorded that for daddy, and your mummy was a cheeky little thing and didn’t tell me” he obnoxiously kissed the boy’s cheeks making him squeal and laugh.
The three of you were the perfect little family, and Harry thanked his lucky stars every night for that.
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satanhalsey · 2 months ago
i know i said we'd see each other again at the cheating!harry one shot but i had no idea the my policeman premiere was coming up so here we are !!! i don't have much to say except that like, reblog AND leave feedback bc i love to read your thoughts!!! ♡ ( part 1 here! ; harry's masterlist ; since forever p1 ; since forever p2 )
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Y/N Y/L/N also starred a scandal by kissing the protagonist of the film directed by Olivia Wilde, Florence Pugh, who continued the kiss with a hand on her waist, putting together a comic moment in which Harry Styles found them and shout "I'll take revenge, Y/N!" He did, indeed, kissing his fellow cast member Nick Kroll at the end of the premiere.
It was a good day for everyone except Wilde, who spent the entire evening making a begrudging face whenever Styles, Pugh, or even Pine named Y/N and praised her. It seems that not everyone likes her, but the young woman didn't mind, having fun with her husband and Florence throughout the film and laughing everytime Chris Pine pointed his camera at her.
Harry shared a photo on his Instagram stating that the baby is due in mid-January 2023, meaning Y/L/N is five months. We're still waiting for her post, who always dazzles us with unpublished content.
Read more next week, here, in E!NEWS.
E!NEWS © 2022
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yourinstagram: venice, always a pleasure.
louist91: And what about my show?
yourinstagram: @/louist91 check my twitter mate it's all there.
harrystyles: Come back to bed, we miss you. Xx.
harryfan3: @/harrystyles flirting on main? disappointing...
florencepugh: WIFEY 🤭
harrystyles: @/florencepugh Who are you?
florencepugh: @/harrystyles the woman who kissed her lips in front of everyone, you?
harrystyles: @/florencepugh She's literally carrying my baby.
yourinstagram: @/harrystyles @/florencepugh you done?
harryfan4: @/harrystyles @/florencepugh @/yourinstagram "she's literally carrying my baby" 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 oh to be harry styles baby momma.
zayn: ❤️
harryfan5: everybody knows... everybody knows, that he fucks you.
harryfan6: the fact that louis, zayn and this baby are all capricorns... it is the best sign after all.
gemmastyles: I'll be there next time!
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tsupdates: "There she is! I want to thank Y/N for being my biggest supporter ever, thanks for all your love and I hope that baby likes Midnights!" — Taylor talking about Y/N Y/L/N Styles today at the TIFF 2022.
yourinstagram: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 SHE'S THE LOML 😭😭😭😭😭😭
taylorfan2: screaming, crying, perfect storms.
taylorfan3: @/yourinstagram sis you're ok?
yourinstagram: @/taylorfan3 i may be ok but i'm not fine at all.
taylorfan4: @/taylorfan3 @/yourinstagram oh no, she's taylor nation 😧
taylorfan5: i'm so proud of Y/N, this is literally her dream 🧡
taylorfan6: @/yourinstagram do you make the baby listen to her songs?
yourinstagram: @/taylorfan6 yep, specially one song in particular :)
taylorfan7: the fact that she skipped harry's last concert for this... she's so real.
taylorfan8: and y/n screamed "I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE!!!!" so true bestie, so true.
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harryfan2: I love her so much it's not fair.
harryfan3: it's so noticeable that y/n prefers my policeman over dwd, TASTE.
harryfan5: i'm going to the premiere and meet her is literally everything i want :(
harryfan6: @/harryfan5 GOOD LUCK BESTIE!!!!
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harryfan1: this is my 13th reason
harryfan2: everyday i woke up and wish i was y/n
harryfan3: AND SHE BLEW HIM A KISS 💘
harryfan4: does anyone have the pics for when she stand up and clapped when the movie ended?
harryfan5: @/harryfan4 But the premiere is later today, right??
harryfan4: @/harryfan5 yup but the critics premiere was a while ago and Y/N was there too!
harryfan6: @/harryfan5 i think @/ynandharrymyparents posted them!
harryfan7: this man is about to be a dad...
harryfan8: crying in the club.
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harryfan1: they look so perfect 😭
harryfan4: why does everybody lick her ass?
harryfan5: @/harryfan4 maybe bc she's kind and generous and all the good adjectives for a person???
harryfan6: All the photos of harry touching her belly omfg I can't.
harryfan7: THAT SHOULD BE ME.
harryfan8: hahan't.
harryfan8: alexa play i wish by one direction.
harryfan10: @/harryfan9 YOU'RE SO LUCKY
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harrysupdates: "And I also want to thank my wife, for going through the scripts with me thousands of times without complaint and for supporting me since we met. I love you Y/N, and I love our babies too. I'll let Emma talk now!" — Harry thanking Y/N after receiving the TIFF 2022 Tribute Ensemble Award at the Tiff Tribute Gala today.
harryfan1: stop this madness... what do you want from me, PLEASE WHAT DO YOU WANT
harryfan3: i would die for them and that baby.
harryfan5: if one day they divorce i'll stop believing in love
harryfan6: blessed be the day in 2009 that anne sent harry shopping at y/n's father's store and they met 🙏
yourinstagram: 😭
harryfan7: @/yourinstagram LMAOOOO Y/N
harryfan8: i want what this bitches have.
harryfan9: when taylor swift said "you know the greatest loves of all time are over now" she was wrong cause harry and y/n are the greatest love of all time.
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