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narrycherries · 9 months

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living in a daydream (part2)

Once Harry returns from his business trip, things become tense.

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warnings/tags: harry x reader, smut, mature situations, affairs, angst, short series, sensitive topics

The dinner was fine, as far as the food at least. You had to sit right next to David, despite him probably wishing you weren’t. You had to be the good wife on display. The trophy that is his. Harry wasn’t at the same table as you. He wasn’t even on the same side of the ballroom. It made you extremely upset, but you had to pretend that everything was fine. You distracted yourself with pushing the crumbs from your cheesecake around the plate with your fork.

The time went by very slowly. You wished you could just get up from the table and run away with Harry. Or at this point, just run the hell away from here. David turned to you suddenly, slightly scaring you. His voice was cold and almost toneless as he spoke.

“Be at the front entrance at 9. Don’t eat any more dessert.” He glanced down at your plate, then to your stomach.

You gulped, trying not to let tears form in your eyes. He was always making snide, subtle comments on your weight any chance he could get. You gave him a nod, then checked the time.

“Okay. I’ll probably go out by the fountain in the courtyard-“

“Whatever.” He stood up, not even listening to you, and walked away to go find whoever he wanted to talk business with.

Once he was out of your sight, you felt free. A sigh of relief came out of you as you looked down and saw a text from Harry that came just seconds ago.

From Harry: I’m caught up in a conversation right now.. are you alone?

To Harry: yes he finally let me off my leash..

You guzzled the water out of the glass, feeling excited about the fact you’ll be with Harry soon. You tapped your fingers on the table, waiting patiently for him to reply. People were walking around the big room, so you couldn’t see him anywhere.

From Harry: meet you in ten minutes, promise xx

To Harry: okay <3 i miss you

From Harry: I miss you way more honey. Can’t wait to see you

You got up from the table and grabbed your small purse. You headed straight for the lobby to get on the elevator, not giving a damn who saw you or who wondered what you were doing. At this point, you didn’t care about being caught or suspected. Harry was all you wanted and no one was going to stop you from getting him.

To Harry: I’m kinda sad right now.

From Harry: why’s that baby? :( what did he say to you?

Harry knew your marriage better than your husband probably did. He was aware of the rude comments you alway got and the way you were ignored on the daily. It made him very angry at times, especially when you tell him things that were said to you. So, you knew that telling him this wouldn’t make him happy.

To Harry: he just said to not eat anymore dessert.. then he looked at my stomach :/

You quickly found the room that you always went into. It was darker than before, so you flipped on the light before sitting down in an office chair. The room was filled with boxes and a few chairs. There were a couple tables as well, but that was all. It was just a storage room for the floor.

From Harry: what a fucking idiot.

From Harry: i outta beat the fuck out of him.

From Harry: you’re perfect. You can eat whatever the hell you want.

A soft smile spreads on your mouth. Harry always made sure you felt loved. He always gave your belly and thighs as much love as he did your neck or face. He loved every piece of you and he never wanted you to change a thing about yourself. You were perfect in his eyes, and you were glad. It felt so much easier to be with him than with your husband, especially to be naked with him or even eating with him. Harry made everything so, so much better.

To Harry: be nice baby xx and hurry up please

From Harry: coming now.

From Harry: I’ll be civil.. never nice ;)

It wasn’t long until the door opened and Harry appeared in the room. You jumped up from the chair and ran to him, arms wide open. He chuckled as he embraced you, lifting you off the ground while your arms held on around his neck.

“Oh, baby doll, i missed you so much.”

You grinned as he planted your feet on the ground, your hands moving down the sides of his neck. “I missed you more.”

“I dunno about that.” He smirked, moving forward so his bulge could rub against you.

You licked your lips and smiled while you started to sink down to your knees. He grunted, grabbing your arm to pull you back up. You gave him a pout, not understanding why he wasn’t letting you take him out of his pants yet.

“Forget about me right now.” He said, carefully pushed your dress up to your stomach. “I want to love on you.”

“Don’t be like that.. I wanna make you feel good.” You said with a huff as he turned you around to pull down the zipper.

“I’ll let you, baby, but I wanna taste you right now.”

The thought of his mouth being on you made you more excited, so you didn’t protest. He laid your dress over a box so that it wouldn’t get messed up. Next to go was his shirt. You knew that if he left it on he would soak it with sweat. You started undoing the buttons, and despite wanting to rush into this, he held onto your waist and watched your face, admiring how beautiful you were.

“Wear this shirt again.. I like it.” You said with a smile as you got down to the last button and looked up at him.

“Sure thing, doll.” He winked, then easily slipped the sleeves off his arms and put the shirt with your dress.

You kicked off your heels as he started working with his trousers. He didn’t take them all the way off, just undone them so he could free himself. You grabbed his neck and yanked him towards you, your lips landing on this. Sparks were flying and you felt like a teenager in love. Harry made you feel so alive and free, so happy. You loved nothing more than him.

Harry’s mouth went down your jaw and onto your neck, he was sort of going fast, but you didn’t want to interrupt to say anything. The feeling of his warm hands squeezing and rubbing all over your body was making your heart race. It had felt like years since you last felt his skin on yours.

“C’mere.” Harry broke away from the kiss and grabbed your hand, pulling you to the chair where you had been waiting for him minutes ago.

He sat down and grabbed your waist to guide you onto his thighs. You were glad the chair had no arms. You sat down, arms immediately going around his head and your lips fell against his again. He held tightly onto your hips and helped you rock against his hard on, which was currently smushed between your stomach and his.

“Fuck. You’re so wet.” He mumbled as you started sucking under his ear.

His hand went between your legs and he started to rub you through the thin panties. You moaned heavily, your eyes shutting as you felt the pleasure ripple through your bones. It was incredibly intense.

“Your.. your pants.” You breathed out as Harry spit onto his fingers and returned them, this time slipping them underneath the fabric.

“S’fine. I don’t care.” He shrugged, rubbing circles into your nub.

“Oh, Harry.” You gripped his nape with one hand while the other dropped down to take hold of his length. You were slowly pumping him, trying not to burst so soon. “So good.”

“Yeah? Feels good, hm, angel.” He whispered, his lips connecting to yours for a few moments. When he pulled back he gave you a smirk, pleased by the way your head fell back and a moan erupted from your throat. “Love making you feel so good, baby. Watching you come undone.. fuck.”

“No.” You uttered when he pulled his fingers away to tug your panties aside, exposing your womanhood to him.

“What?” He was slightly confused.

“I.. I don’t like being on top.” You whined out, your lip quivering as your nerves began to freeze over.

Harry sighed back to you. “I’ll move you.”

“Makes me self conscious, baby.. please, Harry.”

He licked his lips and patted your thigh, silently insisting you stand up. It would have been easy for him to lift you up and down, but you both knew you didn’t like it that way. You were too afraid of messing something up. Harry turned you around, grabbing your wrists to press them against the door. This was the normal for your random room hookups. Whenever there was a bed involved, you were always under him - your favorite way.

Harry didn’t waste any time. He spit on the ends of his fingers and rubbed your entrance, then put a little more spit on his tip. He eased into you, knowing you needed a few moments to adjust to him being down there. You moaned softly as he pressed further in, still keeping it slow and steady.

“Fuck.” He grunted out, the tightness closing on him as intense. “Tell me when, baby doll.”

You mumbled a reply back, but you were already so dizzy that you didn’t even comprehend it yourself - so you didn’t know if he heard you either. He didn’t say anything, just squeezed and rubbed his hands down your waist, to your hips, then back under your arms. He was always so patient with you. Besides, now that he’s inside of you feeling your warmth, he wasn’t as uncontrollably horny as before.

After a quiet minute of just simply being filled to the brim with his length, you gave him the approval to go. “Okay, m’good now.”

He shuddered as he pulled out of you and pushed back in. The feeling was intense for both of you, and it felt like forever since you had felt him close up the space inside of you, when in fact he was doing the same thing early this morning.

You were normally quiet while he was thrusting into you, especially when you weren’t in the comfort of his bedroom. He didn’t mind, since the circumstances at the moment weren’t the best. He just wanted you to feel good, and you definitely did. He continued at a steady pace, his hips moving his length in and out of you.

While you let out a moan and threw your head back onto his shoulder, his arm reached around you. He yanked down the lace of your bra cup, exposing a breast that he could knead and squeeze. You forgot to remove the garment, but it didn't matter anymore. Your panties were still on - which was extremely rare and only reserved for situations like this.

Harry continued on, squeezing, thrusting, mumbling - you felt blissful and like you were going to float away any second. Harry never disappointed you when it came to sex. He always, always made sure you were satisfied.

—

It was the last night that Harry would be gone and you wanted it to end as fast as possible. You had already arranged with him for you to come over as soon as he got home. David was told, of course, that you were going to spend time with your sister and take a trip upstate. He didn’t care what you did, as long as you were out of his hair. He had a big week coming up, and thankfully he would be gone the entire time and you could be with Harry. You unfortunately would have to come home Sunday morning just to see him off, and make sure he had all of his things packed. To be so independent and in charge, he always forgot to pack his necessities. You didn’t mind playing the role of the good wife for a few hours whenever necessary.

You were currently sitting on the white leather sofa in your living room. David was in the adjacent chair beside his brother who was over for a visit and dinner. The meal was good, you prepared most of it with the help of his brother on the grill to handle the meat. Other than that, the night was very boring and there was nothing extravagant going on. Each of them had a beer in their hand as they discussed the sport game they were watching on the television.

While they were preoccupied with that, you had your own things going on. You were texting up a storm with Harry, wishing you could just teleport to his location and glue yourself to his body, never having to be apart again. It felt weird knowing he wasn’t in the same city as you. It made your stomach churn.

From Harry: i have so many things planned for us next week xx you’re going to love it darling

To Harry: you’re the sweetest, pumpkin. I miss you so much

From Harry: i miss you more, my love. How is everything?

You glanced from the screen, nobody was paying you any mind per usual. You licked your lips and started to type again. Harry was aware of how things were at your home, so you knew he wouldn’t be surprised.

To Harry: his brother is here. It’s like i don’t even exist :)

From Harry: he’s such a fool.

From Harry: I’m ready to see you. I’m more ready for him to LEAVE though.

A soft giggle slipped past your lips and you quickly controlled yourself, not wanting to make anything obvious or draw any attention your way. You cleared your throat and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

To Harry: me too, trust me!!

To Harry: i just can’t wait to be with you for an entire week xxoo i love youuu

From Harry: i love you more princess xxx

From Harry: my flight should land, if all goes to plan, around three.

To Harry: okay. I’ll meet you at your place

From Harry: you can go there whenever you want, doll. You’ve got a key for a reason xx

To Harry: I’ll just wait.. I already told him when i would be leaving for Kayla’s.

Sometimes you wondered if David ever had any suspicions. Sure, people adore their sisters and loved spending time with them - but the amount of times you “go to stay with your sister” is way above average. You’ve always said your sister, maybe once or twice lied and said your mother’s instead. There was one thing about your sister, though, that you could always rely on - she’d lie for you.

Your mother, father, and sister were the only people aside from Harry’s mother and sister that knew about your relationship with Harry. Your sister was told first, since she was going to be the primary alibi. You were extremely nervous to tell your parents, especially your father, so you waited a few months before saying anything to them. They weren’t happy at first, but the more you explained how horrible your marriage was and how wonderful Harry was, they started to understand.

They haven’t ever met him, though. You didn’t want to cross that bridge just yet. You haven’t met his family either. It’s been strictly kept between you and him. The less outsiders the better.

David was either clueless or he simply didn’t give a damn. This has been going on for almost a year and nothing has been brought up. Not even a question about what you do with your sister. He just never asked anything. Part of you believed he knew something was off, but he just wasn’t sure. Maybe he thought going to your sisters was a way of getting away from him. You didn’t care at this point if he did find out.

That night went by extremely slowly. You hardly slept any. All you could think about was Harry. You knew his flight would be leaving early in the morning, and you hoped that everything went well here so you could be gone in time. You wanted to be with him more than ever now, but you told yourself you were just missing him because you knew he wasn’t just down the road. He was hours away from you and you weren’t really coping with that well.

Your night was just like your usual ones here at home. David had his back to you, way on the other side of the king sized bed, and you had your back to him. You didn’t get touched, didn’t even get a kiss goodnight. You never did, so it didn’t bother you at all anymore. Except for when Harry did it - that’s when you realized how horrible your marriage was. This man who has no real, legal commitment to you at all, someone who could just leave whenever he wanted and never speak to you again - someone you hadn’t vowed your life to.. loved you more than the man you married.

You were zipping up your duffle bag the moment that David walked into the bedroom. Usually you just took random changes of clothes with you since Harry has stocked his home with things for you. You just had to keep up with the lie - packing to go stay with your sister.

“You’re coming back Sunday to pack my bag.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a command. You gulped gently, trying not to let it bother you and ruin your mood. You looked over your shoulder, but he was in the closet now paying you any visual attention.

“I always pack your bag. You’d leave everything if I didn’t.”

He didn’t reply to you but you didn’t care. You put the strap of the bag over your shoulder and grabbed your purse off the bed. Without saying a word to him, you left the bedroom and headed for the stairs. He didn’t chase after you to kiss you goodbye or even ask if you were heading out. He didn’t care, and neither did you.

Once you were alone in your car, you pulled out your phone in hopes of calling Harry, but a text message stopped you from doing so. The message was sent about five minutes ago, so you knew it was still relevant. You huffed, annoyed by the sudden delay, but started up the car anyways. You have a key to his place, so you were going to go ahead and go.

From Harry: hey baby xx I’ve landed but there’s been a mix up at the airport with luggage. I’ve got horrible service, tried to call but i couldn’t get it go through. Head to my place. I love you bunches baby, can’t wait to see you xx

You typed up a quick response before leaving the driveway. This seemed to be the longest three days of your life since he’s been gone. During the day, he was hardly able to text you because he was stuck in very important meetings. In the evenings, he was tired and you’d FaceTime secretly while you were in the tub. He fell asleep on you almost every night. It was hard with him being away, and you were both glad he was home for a while.

During your drive, your mind got lost a few times. At one point you were thinking about your prenup. Part of you wanted to just admit to your husband that you were having an affair and that you wanted a divorce - but you knew damn well you couldn’t go through with what the prenup stated. There was no way you could pay him monthly - mainly because you didn’t have a job and wouldn’t even know where to start. You’re twenty four, you’ve been married for three years and your husband is rich. You’ve never had to work a day since you met him. Harry was wealthier, so there would be no point in you working if you were with him either. You had to find a way out of the marriage. You wished and prayed daily that your husband would have an affair so he could be the one paying you.

It wasn’t about the money. It’s never been about the money. But, if he were the one to break it, then it would be him paying monthly and not you. You couldn’t care less about his money. You wanted nothing to do with him, wanted to be far away and legally free. But marriage is a tricky thing, and you regret ever saying yes to his engagement. He loved you once, long ago, but it had definitely faded away since then.

When the door of Harry’s condo finally opened, you were dozing off in his bed dressed in only your sports bra and underwear. He noticed how quiet it was, but he saw signs that you were here. Your belongings were sitting on the couch and there was a half full glass of water sitting on the coffee table that he definitely didn’t leave behind.

He toed off his shoes by the door and sat his luggage down, not bothering with putting anything away right now. He gently opened the bedroom door in case you were asleep in there. A smile spread over his lips as he saw you, eyes closed and head against the pillow.

“Baby doll.” He mumbled as he climbed onto the bed, leaning down so his lips were against the corner of your mouth. “Baby, m’home, my love.”

You grunted, furrowing your brows as you heard his voice but you were too tired to open your eyes. It was only the afternoon, but you hardly slept last night. The comfort of his bed was far more relaxing than the one your husband sleeps in. There was something about his scent on the blankets and pillows that made you feel at ease.

“Sleepy girl.” He kissed your forehead softly. “I love you, darling. I’ll change and come take a nap with you.”

You muttered to him, but it wasn’t anything sensible. Harry quickly changed and climbed back into the bed with you, this time slipping under the covers and wrapping both arms around you.

“Harry.” You finally realized he was really there.

“My girl.” He kissed your temple. “I’ve missed you.”

You hummed against his warm chest, feeling like you were finally home. “Don’t leave me ever again.”

He chuckled gently. “Did you miss me, hm?”

“Lots.” You nodded, the whisper was soft and airy.

You were trying to fight your sleepiness because you wanted to spend every moment with him that you could for the next couple of days. Despite only having to go home for a short time on Sunday, you knew it would still be a long time without him. These days, you crave to get as much of him as you can.

“Yeah? I can imagine, baby.” He started to rub his hand up and down your back. “Why are you so sleepy this time of day, hm? Did you not sleep well last night?”

A groan came from you, making him more concerned. He kept his lips pressed against your hairline, just waiting for you to reply to him. The question had irritated you only because you were forced to think about David - and right now, you didn’t want to even remember that he existed.

“I never sleep good without you.. and I was out of melatonin.”

Harry sighed. “I’m sorry, lovey. It just keeps getting worse, doesn’t it? I’ve.. noticed.”

You nodded again. “A lot worse.. each time I go back.”

“God, I wish I could just pack you up and run away.”

You tucked both of your arms against his chest, trying to stay warm. “You can.. I can just disappear with you.”

He smiled gently. “If we just.. disappeared.. we couldn’t ever get married. You still want that, don’t you?”

“Yes. More than anything.. but.. we have to wait forever. He.. he’ll never.. cheat on me. And you know I can’t.. can’t financially handle the prenup.” Your eyes are wide open now.

You didn’t mind discussing this with Harry, but it always came down to the same thing every time. David had to be the one to cheat on you and there wasn’t anything you could do to make that happen.

“I’ve told you, baby, I can handle it. If that’s what it takes, then I’ll just transfer money to you and make it seem like-“

You didn’t even allow him to finish that. “I’ve told you no, Harry. I don’t want him getting your money.”

He released a deep breath. “If it meant I could finally have you.. then i wouldn’t give a shit, honey. He’d be out of our lives and we could be together.”

An unsettling feeling was bubbling in your stomach. “Please, don’t argue with me about this right now. I.. I’ve already told you I don't want him to get anything from you!”

“At this point you don’t want me to get you at all.” Harry’s voice got slightly louder, but his hands never moved from rubbing your back and your hip.

“It’s not that fuckin’ easy.”

“You’re making it difficult. It can be so, so easy, baby.”

You felt your nerves starting to shake. “Please, stop.”

“Babe, m’just trying to.. to explain how-“

You shoved him away from you, falling onto your back. His arms retracted from your body, knowing that you didn’t want to be touched right now. Your hands covered your face and you held back a scream. It wasn’t tears you were fighting, it was anger.

“I’m sorry, honey.” Harry sat up beside you, but he didn’t make any moves towards you. He lifted his knees and rested his arms on them. “I.. I just want to be with you. I.. I’ll do whatever it takes to have you all to myself.”

Your hands fell, but you didn’t open your eyes. “I know that, Harry. But.. you know the conditions I have. I don’t want you giving him any money in any way. Alimony is.. is not yours to pay. You didn’t make this commitment, I did.”

He stayed silent for his own sake, so he wouldn’t make the situation any worse. You opened your eyes just to glue them to the ceiling. Every time this conversation came up you got very annoyed and it always resulted in a fight. You hated fighting with him.

“Okay.”

Your heart ached as his reply was barely audible. Harry had a lot of control when it came to his agitations and anger, so you never worried about him getting too upset with you. But, in the moment, you could tell he wasn’t happy with what you were saying. You sat up beside him, pushing the covers off of your body. He didn’t move as you leaned against his body, your arm snaking around his lower back.

Your hand curled around his elbow as the other rested on his waist. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“You won’t like it.” He shook his head gently.

“We have to talk about these things.. so we don’t stay mad all day.” You reminded him of something he once said to you.

You watched his tongue dart out to coat his lips, then he furrowed his brows while his eyelids fell shut. He was definitely affected by some thought he was having, and you hated knowing he was upset. It made your stomach churn, because you felt like you had disappointed him in some way - and like you haven’t done enough to comfort him.

“Baby, please. I.. I won’t be mad.” You whispered softly against his bicep, your lips pecking his skin a moment after.

“I.. I feel like we could have.. avoided all this time.. all this time we’ve wasted.”

For a second, you were confused by what he meant. Before you let yourself overthink it, you simply asked. “What.. what time?”

His eyes opened, but they stared down at the cover. “It’s been eleven months.. and.. I just feel like.. we’ve been wasting all this time.. when we could just.. or, you, could just.. file for divorce and let me.. financially handle everything.”

He paused. You didn’t want to interrupt him, so you just waited. His voice was low and he was almost mumbling - which told you enough. He was really upset by this and he was being honest with you.

“I understand that.. you feel responsible for.. for the prenup but.. I’m wondering if.. if it’s even worth it to stay with him at this point. Like.. am I not.. showing enough that.. that i want to spend the rest of my life with you?”

“Harry-“

“I have plenty of money. Money I’ll never use up.. and you won’t let me.. do this. You won't let me do this for us.. for you.” He continued, not wanting you to cut him off at this point. “It’s nothing to do with your family. You’ve said they approve. There’s no children involved.. nothing complicated. Just.. just the alimony. And I could easily handle it.”

When he finally came to a stopping point, you licked your lips and swallowed a lump that had formed in your throat. You slid your hand down to his wrist, then slowly onto his hand to touch his fingers. He had a few rings on, and they were oddly warm against your skin.

“This is.. the hardest thing I’ve ever had to think about. Don’t.. don’t think that i haven’t considered that before.”

He shrugged. “Do.. do you still.. love him? Is that what it is?”

“What? No.”

“Because I can’t think of anything else. If you love him.. you wouldn’t want to leave him.. and you wouldn’t want me to do anything to assist you in leaving him.”

The heartbreak was evident in his tone, and you could tell by the broken sounds that he was holding back tears. Harry rarely cried in front of you, but you still knew the signs. You slotted your fingers with his and gave him a hard squeeze, but he did not return the gesture like he always did. You felt hopeless.

“I do not love him. I.. I loved him a long time ago.. but he’s shown and proved to me that he doesn’t care about me. I don’t love him anymore. I don’t even like him. Please, please don’t.. don’t ever ask me that again.” You felt a few tears trickle down your cheeks. “I only love you. You’re the only person I want, Harry. And it.. it really hurts me to know that.. that you doubt that.”

“I only fucking doubt it because you won’t file for divorce!” He yelled at you for the first time during the argument. “And that hurts me, baby! That hurts me a fuckin’ lot.”

As you witnessed his face flushing and his skin getting extremely warm, you choked down the angry words you were going to yell back. You were sad because he raised his voice at you, but you quickly realized he hadn’t done anything wrong. He was completely reasonable and upset, and that made you cry a little more. When you didn’t say anything, he decided to.

“Maybe.. maybe you should go stay with your sister for a few days.”

You whined as he tried to move away from you. “No, Harry, please.”

He was releasing tears at this point and he didn’t want you to see him break down, so he was trying his best to escape. You sunk your nails into his hand, trying to anchor him down but he was trying to shake you off.

“Don’t.. don’t make me leave.” You begged in a broken whisper. “We’re just.. just both tired right now and we’re irritated.. please.”

He didn’t say anything as he finally got you off him. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and walked to the door.

“Do.. do i really have to go?” You sounded like a disappointed child.

When he stopped in the doorway, you were praying that he’d turn around and run back to you. But he didn’t even glance over his shoulder. He grabbed the doorframe, his arm raised above his head. He stayed silent for a long moment. Your heart was racing, afraid of what he would say to you. If Harry didn’t want you around, then you were truly useless.

“No. Of course not.” He finally sighed, shaking his head just a little. “Just.. give me some space for a while.”

He left the spot before you could say anything. You felt absolutely defeated. It would be your luck that this would happen. He was just trying to express his feelings to you and you weren’t able to give him any good explanations that he hadn’t already heard. You knew there were things you hadn’t told him, things you were holding off on and.. things you never wanted to tell him.

The longer you sat in the bedroom alone, the more you thought about those things. You loved him more than anything, and he deserved to know everything.

You had been sitting in the bathtub so long that your skin was wrinkling up. You had only planned to take a shower, but after you washed your hair you got extremely tired of standing and just wanted to relax in some hot water. You weren’t sure of the time or how long you had been in here, but you knew one thing - Harry hadn’t checked up on you like he normally would. Part of you was hurt by it, but the rest of you understood.

Finally, you decided to get out of the bath. Your hair was halfway dry by now, so you had been sitting for a while. You wrapped the towel around your body and flicked off the light. You didn’t expect the bedroom to be occupied, but it was. Harry was laying on his back under the covers, one arm under his head and the other hand holding his phone. He glanced at you when you shut the bathroom door, but you didn’t catch it.

Quietly, hoping not to disturb him, you walked over to the big dresser and pulled out the middle drawer where your underwear and pajamas were. You grabbed a pair and opted for a loose tank top. For a second, you held your breath and squeezed your eyes shut. Did he want you to get dressed in here? Did he even want to see you? You weren’t sure, so you just picked your phone up off the end of the bed where you had left it before your bath and disappeared into the bathroom.

You couldn’t look at yourself in the mirror, only because you were so upset about what happened earlier today. It was one of the most upsetting arguments you had had with him. He’s never requested you to stay away from him before, never spent hours by himself when you were in the home with him. It was strange and unusual and you prayed it would never happen again.

Once you were dressed, you brushed your hair and twisted it into a braid to keep it out of your face while you slept. You took a deep breath as you turned the knob and opened the door yet again. This time, you saw his eyes as they landed on you. He didn’t look away like before, he followed you as you walked to the bedroom door. You didn’t say a word as you left and made the journey out to the living room. You were very sleepy and ready for bed, but you didn’t want to lay down with him still awake. You wanted to avoid any confrontation and you were afraid he would say something and start the argument all over again.

You got settled on the couch and threw the thin blanket over your body, it always laid on the back of the couch. You had the remote, ready to find something to distract you from what was actually going on. Five or so minutes had passed once you found a movie that was on. You were partially paying attention, but mostly zoning out not thinking about anything. You wanted to vanish, wanted to just forget this afternoon all together.

The vibration of your phone beside you on the cushion made you jump. You forgot you even had it. When you grabbed it, it went off again. You gulped harshly as you saw what it was. You felt an extreme nervousness take over your body.

From Harry: are you coming to bed?

From Harry: you don’t have to if you’re not tired.

Your stomach was churning at the thought of being with him right now. Of course you wanted to, but the guilt you were feeling was eating you up inside. You bit down on your cheek as you typed something back to him.

To Harry: I’m not tired. Watching a movie.

There was one thing in particular that you wanted to tell him, but you were refraining from doing so in case it rubbed him the wrong way. It was one of the most major things that had ever happened to you, in your life and in your marriage. You wanted him to know, but you were so afraid of ruining what you had with him. At this point though, weren’t you just making things worse by not telling him?

From Harry: you can put the movie on in here..

It was easy to tell that he wanted you to come back there, but you knew it wasn’t a good time. You needed to just let this night sizzle out on its own, and if that meant being in here for a while until he was asleep.. then that’s what you would do.

To Harry: I’m already comfy in here. :/

His replies were getting quicker, and you felt a bit of nausea.

From Harry: okay. I’m going to sleep. I love you.

From Harry: come to bed whenever you’re ready.

You sucked in a breath, holding your eyes shut for a very long moment. You wanted to get up and run back there to him, curl up beside him and let him hold you while you slept. But you didn’t move.

To Harry: okay. I love you too.

An hour had gone by and the movie had finally gone off. You weren’t even sure how you stayed awake this long. Maybe it was the constant worry keeping your brain active? You stood up from the couch and stretched your limbs. It was time for bed, whether he was awake or not. You didn’t care at this point. You were exhausted and you wanted to sleep.

The bedroom was quiet when you walked in. The lights were off, but the curtains were drawn back. The combination of the lights from the city and the moon high in the sky lit up the room with a white glow. You saw Harry laying on his side, facing the open side of the bed where you’d be sleeping.

His eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep. He was making little grunting sounds, so you knew he was. You got under the covers and shuddered as you felt his warmth that had been trapped under there. You scooted closer to him, turning onto your side so you could feel his heat.

He never moved or even twitched as you got comfortable about six inches away from him. Your face was level with his, and you were admiring his relaxed features. His cheeks were red, but you couldn’t quite tell if it was anything to be worried about in this lighting. Maybe he was just warm? He did cry a lot by himself earlier, perhaps his cheeks are still recovering?

You couldn’t resist staring at him. It was silent in the room, only his little grunting sounds filled the space between you two. You reached under the covers and searched for his hand. It was resting on his hip. You picked it up so you could move it onto your waist. You made sure it was against your skin and the shirt you were wearing was pushed up. The heat from his palm immediately soothed you.

He must have instinctively noticed you were beside him, because his arm came from under his pillow and pushed its way under your neck. His hand fell down to the small of your back and he drug you closer. You whimpered as you were finally against him the way you wanted to be hours ago.

You didn’t want to disturb him, but you couldn’t hold back anymore. You had spent entirely too long not speaking or interacting with him today and you were sick of it. You sat your hand on his bare chest, pushing slightly against him as you mumbled his name. He didn’t stir. You started to shake him, speaking a bit louder.

“Harry, wake up.”

He grunted, but still didn’t wake up. You sighed and slid your hand up to his neck, then to his jaw. You rubbed your thumb over his stubbly skin and tried again.

“Harry, please wake up, baby. I need to tell you something.” Your voice was at a normal volume now.

He furrowed his brows and groaned. He was starting to wake up but you could tell he was trying his best to fight it and stay asleep.

“Please, bubby, wake up.” You tilted your head back slightly so could you press your lips against his.

He hummed, his hand gripping one side of your ass as he felt your body in his arms. You pecked his lips again, trying your best to wake him up gently.

“Hey, wake up, baby. I need to tell you something.”

Your efforts were finally paying off. He squeezed his eyes tight, trying to stay asleep but he was already aware. You smiled faintly as you watched him snarl his lip up and grunt again.

“What, baby?” He muttered out, his voice thick and groggy.

“Wake up.. i need to tell you something.” You said again, kissing his chin a few times.

“M’up.”

You laughed softly. “Wake all the way up, Harry.”

“M’up.” He repeated, his lips parted as he started to take deep breaths again.

“Please, baby. It’s important.”

Suddenly, his eyes opened and he got worried. He had heard you but he wasn’t able to actually understand what you were saying. So, he thought something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you okay?” He leaned over you, his hand squeezing your waist and the other moved up to touch your face. “Are you hurting?”

You let out a gentle giggle, and sat your hand over his wrist to keep it against your face. “I’m not hurting. I’m okay.”

“Yeah? You’re okay?” He was unsure if you were being honest.

“I promise.” You gently kissed his lips.

“What.. why’d you.. wake me up?” He furrowed his brows again, relaxing himself now. He laid back on his side, and returned his arms to how they were moments ago.

“I wanted to tell you something.. well.. a few things.” You let out a heavy sigh as you got settled beside him, your face just inches from his.

“Alright.” He nodded. “Must be.. important since.. you woke me up, yeah?”

For a second, just a split second - you thought about ditching your plan and just forgetting everything you were going to say. But you knew that would make you feel even more guilty. Plus, you had already woken him up and he was probably not going to like it if you told him never mind..

With all the strength left in your heart, you took a deep breath. “First, I’m sorry that I made you mad earlier.”

“That’s okay, baby.” He mumbled, his fingers messing with the thin waistband of your panties. He wanted to knead your hip, but he wasn’t sure if you’d like that right now.

“It’s not okay. I.. I shouldn’t have.. let you walk away..” You frowned at the memory. “I should’ve told you.. all of this then.”

Harry looked at you for a moment, then licked his lips. “It’s okay, I promise. We both got mad.. it happens.”

You didn’t want to go back and forth on why you were in the wrong and why he shouldn’t let you off so easily. That would result in even more fighting and you just weren’t in the mood for that.

“Second.. there’s something I need to tell you.. and just.. listen, okay?”

“Wait.” He suddenly said. “I want you to know something first.”

You nodded, giving him permission to go ahead and speak. He looked sad for a moment as his eyes trailed away from yours. He sat there for a few seconds, then finally moved his gaze back to your eyes.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I.. I’m sorry. I know you.. you love me and i haven’t.. doubted that, ever.” He pressed the pads of his fingers down into your skin. “I just get frustrated because.. he doesn’t deserve you. And every day you’re still married to him is another day that.. that I’m not married to you.”

Marrying Harry was something you had dreamed about. It was also something you had talked about. You both wanted to get married as soon as possible. It was the first thing you planned on doing once your divorce was finalized. You wanted to be his wife more than anything, wanted to be devoted to him and only him. He wanted you to be his, no more sharing you with someone or watching you leave to go to some other man’s home. He wanted you, and you wanted him.

“I’m not mad at you for telling me what was bothering you.” You assured him with a soft kiss to his chin. “I need you to start talking to me more about things like that, don’t hold back. It makes you.. makes you blow up and I’d rather just talk when something’s on your mind than to wait til we fight.”

“I agree.” Harry smiled faintly. “I promise I’ll do better and.. and tell you things.”

“Okay.. um, this is.. something important, okay? And.. I don't want you to.. to think I’m.. trying to.. compromise with you.”

“Hey, whatever it is.. I’ll listen and I’m sure I’ll understand.” He shifted his hand up to your waist, just so he could feel one of the softest, squishiest parts of your body.

You felt a wave of nervousness ripple through your body, but let it pass and didn’t let it consume you. Harry waited patiently, watching your face as you took a few deep breaths. Your eyes opened and met his instantly. It was a hard topic for you to even think about on your own, so you knew this was going to be hard. But there was no other option, you had to do this. Harry deserved to know everything about you, every worry, every struggle, everything.

“I.. I was so in love with David when we first.. first started going out. I.. He promised me.. that all of the dreams i had of.. of big houses and fancy vacations and diamonds and.. everything.. would come true. And, when i married him.. we decided that.. we wanted to wait a few months before.. trying to have a baby.”

Harry was having thoughts about where this story would go, but he didn’t want to say anything or overthink it. He just laid there silently and listened to you, while he rubbed his hand slowly up and down your waist, providing you with warmth and comfort.

“It was probably.. six months after we got married, I.. I found out I was pregnant. But.. four months in.. I had a miscarriage.” You paused as a quick flashback of memories flashed through your mind. “David.. promised me that everything was going to be okay. I.. I was worried that he was mad.. or.. that he wouldn’t want to try again. So, we just took some time off from.. trying.”

There wasn’t a lot Harry didn’t know about, but this was surely one of them. He never even knew David wanted children. He also didn’t know that you wanted to have children.

“After six months we started again. And.. three months later I found out I was pregnant, again. We were both excited. We thought for sure.. for sure this would be a healthy pregnancy. I never.. did anything wrong or.. anything. I was healthy.. so.. the baby should’ve been.”

When you stopped to take a breath and calm your nerves down, Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth. Your hand went down from his chest to his abdomen, just feeling his skin was enough to relax you. He leaned back and let you continue.

“I lost the second baby. When I told David.. he.. proceeded to tell me that.. It was for the best because.. how could i ever be a good mother if I couldn’t even carry a baby? It was a sign.. that I was.. worthless. Women are supposed to give their husbands babies.. that’s what he said. But.. I was useless.”

The feelings that erupted in your heart as you repeated the exact words he yelled at you that night made were intense and bone rattling. You felt a sudden sadness come over you.

“That’s when he started to.. ignore me and.. treat me like I was.. a stranger. He didn’t want to try anymore. He.. he said I was.. messed up and he shouldn’t have.. married a woman who.. couldn’t even carry.. a baby..”

“Hey, don’t cry.” Harry finally spoke as he saw your eyes watering over. He understood why you were getting upset, but he didn’t want to see you cry.

“All I’ve ever wanted was a family. I.. I’m not upset about.. the miscarriages, I’m okay now.. not sad anymore.. I.. I just.. still can’t believe he.. he didn’t care enough to try again.. it could have worked the third time. It could have. I.. I know I’ll have babies.. it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I’m sorry that all of this happened.” He whispered, not entirely sure if he should keep talking or not.

“Harry.. m’telling you this because.. i want to know if.. if you want.. children.”

He sighed, and for a moment you expected the absolute worst. “I didn’t for a long time.. and then I met you. And I fell in love with you. I knew that I wouldn’t want to bring children into the world if I couldn’t love their mother. I never loved anyone I was with before you.” He rolled his lips in for a moment as he stared at you. “But I love you more than anything. And I want to give you everything.. and that includes children. If you want to have children, then I will be perfectly okay with doing that with you.”

“It’s what I want the most in life.” You said truthfully, the tears gently slipping down your cheeks. They were no longer sad tears, but tears of hope. “I don’t want to have his children. I stopped wanting that when he.. said those things to me. But you?”

Both of your shaking hands reached up to his face and you held his warm cheeks in your palms. You moved in closer to him, your nose rubbing against his. He curled his arm around your back, pushing you as close as he could to his own body.

“I love you. I would do anything.. anything at all to have a baby with you.” You whispered the words softly against his mouth.

He smiled, squeezing his eyes shut. “We can start whenever you are ready.”

“If you.. promise me we will have a family.. whatever way we might.. have to try.. I’ll let you call that lawyer.. and pay the alimony.. and do whatever else we have to to get my divorce.”

Harry kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You let him roam around for a minute, the feelings making your heart want to explode. It had been forever since you kissed him like this. He hummed in your mouth as he went to pull away. His now swollen lips were still against yours as he began to talk.

“I swear on my life. I don’t care how long we have to try.. whatever procedures.. or adoptions.. surrogates, anything and everything, baby. I want this with you and you only. I’ll give you what you want, what he couldn’t. And I’ll never, ever stop giving you everything you want.”

“I love you.” You whispered carefully against his lips.

“I love you, more.”

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living in a daydream (part1)

Harry was willing to wait as long as necessary, but you always felt so guilty when you had to leave him.

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warnings/tags: harry x reader, implied smut, fluff, mature situations, cheating/affairs, short series

As he laid on top of you, his lips peppering kisses across your face, you felt weightless and relaxed. The intense bubbling you felt moments ago in your stomach was fizzing out. Your legs finally released their tension and you let them fall against the mattress. Your hands had stopped shaking, now they were resting on his shoulder blades. You felt complete with his release deep inside of you, filling you up.

“I love you.” He whispered softly in your ear, kissing your skin.

“I love you.” You slid a hand down to the small of his back, his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“Mm, are you stayin’ tonight?”

“Yeah.. Gonna stay a few days.” You pressed your lips to his jaw as he moved his head.

“Good. I’ll be out of town next week.. so I wanna spend as much time with you as possible.”

You grabbed his face gently with one hand and guided his head so you could see his face. He gave you a faint smirk before dropping his forehead against yours.

“How long?”

He hummed for a moment. “Just three days.”

“Three.” You whined.

“It was going to be a whole week.. but I decided I couldn’t go that long without seeing you.” He moved his lips onto yours, just softly pecking your mouth.

“Don’t forget.. the week after next.. he’ll be gone all week.”

He licked his lips. “I haven’t forgot. You’re spending every second with me.”

You grinned. “I better.”

“You definitely better.”

Your hand fell down from his face and you let out a deep sigh. “Cuddle me.”

He knew exactly what you wanted, so he fell down on the mattress beside you and grabbed your waist. He pulled you over onto your side and draped his arm over your body, his other sliding under your neck so he could play with your hair. There was a small space between you, but he knew you needed just a little distance. You liked to be able to catch your breath and cool off before you curled up next to him to sleep.

The sheet was the only thing covering you both. It was pulled up to your hips, hardly shielding your body. He never looked away from your face. He always admired how blissful and perfect you looked after he filled you. He kept thinking about your body and your touch, your skin against his. He bit the inside of his cheek as he remembered just minutes ago how you sunk your nails into his back and pulled your hands all the way down to his butt - marking him as yours.

You didn’t realize your eyes were closed until he mumbled something.

“Don’t go to sleep on me, baby.”

You smiled, laughing softly. “M’not.”

“Babe..”

“Hmm?” You looked into his eyes, noticing how soft his expression was. He just looked comfortable and content like you were.

“Does.. does he still make love to you?” His voice was deep as he muttered the words out, partially afraid to know the answer.

You gulped as the thought filled your mind. Harry usually didn’t ask you specific details about your husband, only because he knew everything he needed to know. Your husband was a piece of shit when it came to being a husband. All he does is work. He doesn’t take you out, doesn’t buy you nice things, doesn’t spend time with you, doesn’t acknowledge you half the time.. Harry knew your sex life was limited with your husband, but even after all these months, he’s not really brought it up before.

“You.. you mean like..” You paused, not certain on how to say it.

“Like we do.. Do you have that kind of sex with him?”

“No.. not at all.” You mumbled. “I’ve told you that before.”

He bit down on his lip for a second. “He just fucks you, yeah?”

You let a small laugh slip out. “He doesn’t even do that.”

When Harry’s brows furrowed, you figured you’d explain. All you had ever really told him was that you don’t get taken care of in bed.

“He.. doesn’t, like, do any kind of.. foreplay.. or.. really touch me with his hands.”

“Does he go down on you?”

You shook your head. “No.. he doesn’t even look at me.. makes me sit on my hands and knees.. He told me once that.. he doesn’t like looking at me while he gets rid of his hard on.”

Harry tensed up at your words. He knew who your husband was. He’s unfortunately had to speak to him at formal events because they worked in the same field. Your husband had money, but Harry had more. That wasn’t why you were with either of them. Harry spent time talking to you one night at an event and one thing led to another in a storage room.. You’ve been unable to cut ties with him since, and had no desire to let him go. He gave you everything you wanted and needed - everything your husband didn’t do.

“I’ve told you.. you’re the only person who’s ever.. done any of that stuff to me.. He doesn’t care about how I feel.. he just wants to get off. We haven’t even done anything in, like two months, so.”

“He’s fucking stupid.” Harry smacked his lips. “If you were mine, I’d never stop fuckin’ touchin’ you.”

You sat your hand on his elbow. “I am yours, baby.”

He sighed. “You know what I mean…” He looked down at your hand that just so happened to be the one with the ring on it. You usually take it off, but you must’ve forgot.

You huffed. “I only love you, you know that.”

“I never said you didn’t, baby.” He gave you a frown. “M’just saying that.. if I were him.. I’d never stop loving on you.”

“You’re not him.. you’re my bubby.” You mumbled, scooting closer to him to hide your face against his chest.

He chuckled, arms wrapping around you. “You’re my peach, yeah? My pretty little kitten.”

You blushed heavily, certain pet names always made you tingle. “M’yours.”

“I know, you’re my baby.”

It was your last morning with Harry and you felt extremely sad. The days you spend with him were always filled with so much happiness and fun and love. Real, pure love. You hated going back home. You hated the nights when you slept basically alone. Your husband didn’t hold you the way Harry did. He didn’t cuddle you and whisper sweet nothings until you fell asleep. He didn’t do anything Harry did.

Your chest was aching as you laid on the bed, the cool air in the room nipping at your bare skin. Harry went to make you some coffee. He had been gone about ten minutes, so you expected him to return soon.

You sat up on the big bed and stretched your arms high. When your feet hit the hardwood floor you shuddered. You yawned, feeling very tired after your morning session. You gently pressed your hand against the big window.

Harry had sold his former home and was currently looking at other places in the area. For now, he was staying at an extremely nice condo. You didn’t care where he stayed as long as you could be with him. It worked out better this way, though. Whenever you were with him you would tell your husband that you were with your sister. She lived near this area.

You could hear footsteps behind you, but you didn’t move away from the window. You were admiring the view and the morning sky. Harry sat the coffee down on the nightstand and walked over to you.

His big, warm hands slid onto your waist, one continuing until he splayed it across your tummy. You were always a little hesitant about your stomach, but unlike your husband, Harry never made you feel worthless or hideous.

“Come lay down with me.” He whispered, kissing behind your ear.

“I will.” You place your hand over his, the feeling of his skin against yours caused sparks in your heart. “I.. I don’t wanna leave.”

“You don’t have to.”

You sighed heavily. “You know I have to go to that stupid thing.”

“At least we get to see each other tonight.” He licked his lips, but refrained from latching his mouth onto your skin.

He had already marked you up plenty of times since you got here, and he knew he shouldn’t put anymore. You’ll have to cover them with makeup tonight since you know your husband will want you in a dress so other people can believe you’re being treated properly - which, by your husbands definition, would be by buying expensive clothes only to wear out.

“But we can’t.. actually talk.”

He grunted. “We can talk.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now.” You gently whined.

“Okay, m’sorry, baby.”

You pushed his hands down and walked away from him and the window. You were extremely upset, more now than before he came back, and you wanted to cry. But you held yourself together and decided to just avoid the conversation altogether.

As you got under the thick devut, Harry grabbed a pair of underwear out of his drawer. You both went to bed naked last night, for obvious reasons, and never got dressed this morning. When he laid down behind you, you didn’t reject him as he put both arms around you, guiding you back against him.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.” You quickly answered.

“Promise?”

A huff came out of you and Harry instantly regretted saying anything. “Harry.”

He didn’t say anything, just started pecking your shoulder to make up for it. You also didn’t say anything else. You wanted to appreciate every moment you had left with him. You would soon be going home to your husband and preparing for a banquet. Harry would be attending it as well, but you couldn’t engage with him at all. You knew that if any suspicions came about you would be screwed.

Harry wants you to leave your husband, and you want to leave him. But things are tricky. The legal battle would be extremely exhausting and you were unsure of what you would be able to leave with, if anything. You were afraid of upsetting your husband because he can be violent at times. It’s always just yelling and him throwing things but you fear that he would hurt you. Harry knew the dangers and risks of leaving your husband, so he’s understanding of why you’re being hesitant. You were going to eventually but it would take time. Harry already assured you he’d wait forever if he had to.

“What time do you have to go?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Around 12.” You mumbled. “He told me.. the nail tech will be there at 1. He wants to make sure I look.. rich.”

Harry grunted. “M’ready to get you a fuckin’ lawyer.. m’tired of him taking you away from me.”

You smiled gently at his words, knowing that he’d do it in a heartbeat if you approved. Harry was breathing hard behind you now, annoyed at just the mention of your husband’s existence.

“If only he’d cheat on me.. I could file with no problems.”

“You can file now… I told you money isn’t the issue, baby. I can have everything covered.”

You huffed again, Harry was pressing on your buttons. “Harry, if I do.. he’ll take everything.”

“You don’t need anything from him. I’ve already got you closets full of clothes here. I can replace anything he takes.”

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” You felt tears brimming in your eyes, so you wanted to avoid breaking down.

“Okay, okay.” He started to massage your hip, just trying to comfort you instead of annoying you.

The conversation was over now. You both hated to argument with each other and you knew that if you kept on, a fight would break out. Fighting with Harry was your least favorite thing ever. You feared that a fight would result in you losing him forever. He could easily leave and never have a thing to do with you again. He would never do that, but the possibility scared the hell out of you.

—

The banquet was quite boring for you to be at. This sort of thing wasn’t your cup of tea. Your husband knew that, but you were forced to come along anyways. He couldn’t attend these things without his wife on his arm, even if you literally weren’t even holding his hand. He didn’t like public displays of affection, or even private ones. As long as people saw that his wife was there to support him, then that’s all he cared about.

You were standing with a small crowd, he was talking to some men about something business related. You were technically standing behind him, not really involved with the group of people or the conversation at all. Your eyes were roaming around the large ballroom, just curiously looking at all the people.

After a few minutes of being bored out of your mind, you decided to pull out your phone and send a certain someone a text. Your husband was not aware of the phone you were using. He assumed it was just the one he bought you, but in fact it isn’t. It’s the one Harry got you so that you could talk to him without your husband finding out. He can’t legally check any phone records since he doesn’t pay the bills for the phone, so you always made sure to use this one when you went out in case you wanted to talk to Harry.

To Harry: are you here? I haven’t seen you :(

Once you sent the text, you looked up from the screen and just set your eyes on your husband’s shoulder. He was still talking on and on about the stupid investment he wanted to go in on with his colleague.

You were distracted by the faint pattern on his blazer. You didn’t even realize that a few other people had come up to your husband’s small group. You cleared your throat casually and looked down at your phone, hoping to see something from Harry. Thankfully, you did.

From Harry: I’m here darling. I see you ;)

From Harry: you look absolutely stunning baby

Immediately a heavy blush rose to your cheeks. You bit the inside of your cheek, a tingling sensation began forming in your stomach. You had just spent three entire days with him, but you still missed him so, so much. It was extremely hard to control your emotions right now, but you kept yourself content in case your husband noticed.

“I wouldn’t advise going all in on that investment, David.”

Your head shot up as an all too familiar voice filled the space. There he was, standing across from your husband in the circle of people. You were staring at him now, waiting for him to look at you. He was focused on the man beside him now, listening to his reply in the conversation.

“I appreciate your advice, gentlemen, but i know what I’m doing.” The moment your husband began to talk, everyone looked his way - including Harry.

He glanced at you, but knew he couldn’t stare at you. It would be too obvious. He looked so good in his black blazer and trousers, a soft purple colored shirt, and his curls falling perfectly on his head. He looked perfect. Your husband began talking directly to the man beside him, allowing you the opportunity to fully stare at Harry. Nobody was paying you any mind. You carefully stepped over, revealing yourself entirely to his gaze.

Harry winked at you, then let his eyes fall down your body slowly, rising up in the same pace. You felt your face flushing again. You didn’t even care if anyone saw how red you were.

“Styles, what would you say? Is fifteen percent enough equity or should I shoot for more?” When your husband directly spoke to Harry your stomach fell and twisted into knots.

They knew each other, but they didn’t work together or spend any leisure time together. They just knew of each other and spoke whenever they were in public. There was no sort of friendship or anything like that. It made you weak in the knees to hear him talk to Harry so friendly, and then to hear Harry reply just as politely was making you dizzy.

You instinctively grabbed onto his elbow, just trying to keep your balance. He looked over at you and furrowed his brows, not actually concerned about your well being. When you didn’t say anything, he looked back to Harry and the other men. Harry was talking about whatever the conversation was about, but you ignored the actual words that he was saying and just watched his face.

Once he was finished, he pulled his phone out and stepped back to silently type on the screen. You gulped gently as you witnessed him typing up what seemed to be a paragraph. Within seconds, your phone began to vibrate in your hand. You clutched it tight and held your breath, knowing you needed to wait a few minutes before checking it just in case anyone was paying you any mind. Harry rejoined the conversation.

You let go of David’s arm and decided to slip away from the crowd. A waiter was standing close by with a tray of champagne so you gladly took one and guzzled half of the glass in one sip. You finished it off in a second drink and sat the empty cup back on the tray. Finally, you felt that it was a good time to check your phone.

From Harry: are you alright darling? You looked like you were going to faint.

From Harry: I want to be with you so bad right now. Just miss your little hands all over me.

From Harry: i know a damn good divorce lawyer, doll. ;)

A smile was planted on your lips as you began to type back to his texts. Part of you wanted to speak to him in person, but it would be too odd to do so. Harry only ever spoke to you in these settings if he knew your husband was no where to be found, or if he greeted you while speaking to your husband. But, those two options weren’t available right now.

To Harry: I didn’t see you walk up.. made me nervous when i heard you

To Harry: and I miss you more, trust me.. I’m so bored. I just want to disappear.

You saw an empty table and decided to take advantage of it. A sigh of relief came from you as you sat down, pressure finally taken off your feet. They were currently trapped in tight heels.

From Harry: we can disappear, baby doll. The second floor has plenty of storage closets.

From Harry: i hate that I’m leaving in a few days. I know i can’t see you before then.. I’m going to miss you so much xx

You were well aware that your husband didn’t care what you did while you were here, as long as you were here. So, you decided to stand up from the table and walk towards the elevator. You just wanted to get away for a little while. You were already on the second floor when you took your phone out again and decided to call Harry instead of texting him.

You walked down the familiar hallway. This place was somewhere you came to often for these sorts of gatherings. You also knew that Harry co-owned the building with some other wealthy investor. That meant that you didn’t have to worry about any security camera footage ever being used against you. Harry made sure to always get rid of any evidence that happened in this building.

“Hello?”

“Hi.”

“Where’d you run off to?”

You sighed. “You aren’t still by him.. are you?”

He chuckled into the phone. “Silly girl. I left as soon as you did.. I figured you needed me.”

“I do. I just.. want to see you.” You closed your eyes and leaned against the wall. Your eyes were staring down at the patterned rug over the hard wood floor. “Don’t even have to kiss me.. just wanna see you.”

“Oh, I’ll kiss you, baby doll.” He said, the smirk evident in his voice. “Where are you, baby?”

“I’m by the room.” You mumbled out, knowing he’d understand what that referred to.

“Hm, okay.” He breathed out. “I’m on my way.”

It only took about two minutes for Harry to finally get to you. He immediately opened the door to the usual room you always end up being with him in and pulled you inside. You grunted when he pushed you against the door and started kissing you like he’d been gone for months. Your hands got lost in his hair and you were scratching at his scalp, trying to keep him as close as you could.

His big hands slid around your body to grasp your thick ass. He groaned as his hands kneaded your flesh through the fabric of your dress. There wasn’t any previous talk of hooking up, but you realized soon that you couldn’t resist him if it went that far.

“Baby, slow down.” You breathed out as you broke away from his lips.

You were both breathing heavily, sweat beading on his forehead. His body always got so warm when he was horny, and he easily broke out in a sweat. You sat your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his not red, swollen bottom lip.

“Fuck, I just.. miss you.” He huffed, still trying to catch his breath.

Your finger slipped between his lips, gently skimming across his front teeth. “Calm down.. m’not going anywhere.”

“Yeah, not yet.”

“Shhh, relax.”

He shook his head. “No, I.. I can’t hold back anymore. I.. i almost snatched you away from him down there.”

You smiled as he furrowed his brows, his eyes still squeezed shut as if it would all vanish if he opened them. You didn’t want to stress him out or anything, you just wanted to relax him. You pressed both hands against his chest, letting one slip up to his neck. Having you touch him there was one of his favorite things. You curled your fingers around his nape.

“We can’t be too rough with each other.. I can’t wrinkle my dress or mess up my hair.”

He grunted at you. “Fuck.”

“Just relax with me, okay? Take a minute and just breathe.. m’right here, baby.”

“I know, baby. I.. I know you’re here. That’s how i want it.. always want you with me.” He was being very sweet and you knew that he was having one of his clingy moments. You dind’t mind. “Love you so much.”

“I’m all yours while we’re in this room, Harry. Don’t worry.”

A groan came from his mouth. “I want you to always be mine, babe.”

“Please, don’t ruin this for me.. don’t.. don’t talk about this right now.” You found yourself whining back, not wanting this night to be any worse than it already had been.

“I.. I want you to go with me.. when i look at houses next weekend.” His eyes opened and met yours instantly.

“Why?” You lifted a brow.

He licked his lips, his head falling forward so his face could get lost in your curls. He was careful not to mess them up, he just wanted to smell your shampoo and feel your warmth.

“Because.. I want you to like the place I get. I want you to.. to have your own space and.. and any accommodations that you desire. I want you to love it.. because you’re going to be there a lot, and you need to enjoy it.” He explained, both hands tightly squeezing your waist.

“You.. you do?” You gently laughed, sort of surprised about that.

He smiled. “Of course, babe.”

“Okay. I can go.. next weekend.. after you come back?”

“Mhm. Saturday.”

You could feel his skin getting hotter by the second, even through the fabric of his shirt. You let a sigh and gently grabbed the lapels of his blazer, silently insisting he take it off by sight by pulling them back.

“Take this off before you sweat through your shirt.” You furrowed your brows as you looked down at his chest.

He knew just as well as you did that he always got so hot when he was horny. He didn’t need to look soaking wet when he returned to the ballroom. He grunted, but let you go so he could shake the coat off. You watched as he draped it over a random box and walked back to you, hands held out to grab you again.

You slipped your hand up his waist and under his arm, feeling the slightly damp fabric. “Relax, okay, baby?”

“M’trying.” He grumbled out, rolling his lips in as he leaned further into you, one hand falling down to squeeze your butt.

“I just don’t want you to look absolutely wrecked.” The small giggle you let out didn’t make him smile, which concerned you.

“You just look.. so fuckin’ hot in this dress.. and I want it off of you.”

“We can’t.. not this soon.”

He huffed. “After dinner? Before you go?”

When his eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but notice how blown his pupils were. He was definitely horny. The bulge in his pants you could feel against your body further proved that.

“Yeah, we can do that.” You rubbed your hand down his chest, then back up to sooth him.

He shook his head. “I.. I can’t make it three days without you.”

You curled your lips. “Baby, we’ve been apart for longer before.”

“I know but.. it’s different now. We always spend so many days at a time together.” He let out a deep breath. “I don’t wanna leave you.”

Your heart was aching as you heard the disappointment in his tone. “It’ll be okay, baby.”

“I’ll miss you so much, angel.”

You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll miss you more, pumpkin.”

“Don’t call me that.. makes me wanna kiss every inch of you.” He grunted. “You’re such a sweet thing.”

“Patience, Harry.” You mumbled back, pecking over his dimple. “Let’s just talk for now.”

He gulped loud enough for you to hear, but you didn’t think you should be worried about anything. “I.. okay. About what?”

“I love this color on you. Makes your eyes sparkle.” You said, touching his chest.

“No.. they jsut do that when I’m with you.” His lips turned to a smile.

“You’re cute, hm.” You giggled. “You do look handsome.”

“I don’t look as good as you do.” He leaned back just so he could look down your body. “Blue always looks so damn good on you.”

“I know you like it.. that’s why I wore this color.” You licked your lips when his eyes darted back to yours.

“Yeah? Tryna be a little tease, hm?”

A blush rose to your cheeks. “Maybe.”

“I can’t wait til we get that whole week together.” Harry sighed heavily, trying to keep his composure. “I swear to god I’m never taking my hands off you.”

“Baby, um.. I have a question.” You sucked on your cheek for a moment.

“What is it?”

You grabbed his wrist and moved his hand further up your waist. He decided to drag you closer by sliding his arm around your back, pushing your chest against him. His face dropped to your neck and he started kissing under your ear.

“I.. I have two..” You said hesitantly. “Um.. while he’s gone.. can we do more things like.. out?”

Harry hummed for a second. “You mean like.. eating out, shopping?”

“Mhm.. just wanna.. do normal things with you.” You let out a shaky breath, already nervous about the possibility of being in public with Harry. “I love every moment with you and everything we do.. but it would be nice to not.. hide for once.”

Harry’s hand was being very possessive with your butt, which wasn’t helping his horny mood. He was listening though, despite his distraction.

“Of course. We can do whatever you want.” He held his lips against your ear lobe for a long moment. “Anything at all.”

“Okay.. good.” You felt relieved on that part.

You loved Harry, truly did, and spending time with him was always a very special and important thing for you. The time you got was limited and he always made sure you both made the best of it. So, doing different things with like eating out for dinner or going on a shopping trip, or even a walk to a coffee shop.. those were going to be extremely special to you both. He knew it was hard for you to cope with the secretary because you simply wanted to love him and let everyone know he was yours. But, things were complicated.

“What’s the other question?”

Suddenly, almost as if you lost all courage you had while thinking of the question, you became silent. Harry was letting you take a few seconds to get your words ready, but he didn’t expect you to take that long. When a minute passed, he let his other hand fall to the small of your back where he pressed hard against your body, knowing that comforted you.

“Baby doll.” He whispered against your skin, still covering it with soft kisses. He didn’t want to leave any marks or obvious red skin, just in case your husband decided to pay attention to you.

You let out a little grunt. Part of you was ready to ask and just get it over with, while the other half was clamming up - not wanting to say a peep. It was definitely something you and Harry hadn’t discussed before. Or anything you’ve talked about with anyone before. It was regarding sex. You had only ever had basic, barely worthy of being called sex, sex with your husband. You had a few hookups before then, but nothing serious. Harry was the first and only person that had ever shown you how good sex could be, how intense and passionate and romantic it could be. You were afraid of jeparodizing that by asking your question. What if it offended him? What if he didn’t want to do what you wanted to, what if it turned him off? The only way you’d know was if you asked.

“Baby.. m’not trying to rush you.. but we don’t have forever in this room. We eventually have to return downstairs.” Harry kept his face buried in your hair, but his lips were just brushing your skin now as he waited.

“I.. It’s just.. awkward.” You finally spoke.

“Nothing is awkward between us, lovey. Just ask me whatever’s on your pretty mind.”

You knew Harry would be considerate of anything you had to ask him, but that didn’t help you become any less anxious. You feared being made fun of or being ridiculed for asking such a thing. It was sometimes hard for you to realize that Harry was absolutely nothing like your husband - he wouldn’t shame you, brush you off, or mock you for anything you said or wanted to do.

You trusted him more than any other human. There was no reason to be afraid, no reason to fear because you knew nothing would actually go wrong. If anything, he’d just disagree and you could move on from it as if it never happened. So, with courage finally bubbling in your stomach again, you spoke.

“I.. I was.. wondering if.. not all the time, but like.. maybe.. sometimes.. we can.. try.. different things.”

Your eyes immediately bolted shut and you felt Harry lean up, his eyes on your blush covered face. He was slightly unsure of what you meant exactly, but he didn’t say anything rude to you. He saw how tight you were squeezing your eyes, and he knew that you were nervous.

“What do you mean by that, angel?”

You swallowed harshly, your hands shaking against his chest and hip. “I.. like..”

He reached down to his own hip and gently picked up your hand. He gave it a squeeze and held onto it, hoping to calm you down some because you were obviously upset. He figured that if you were this nervous it had to be something serious, or something that made you slightly uncomfortable. So, he used his common sense and what he knew about you and how you felt about certain things.. and finally finished your sentence for you.

“In bed?”

A nervous breath slipped past your lips and you nodded extremely softly. You let your forehead fall against his shoulder, your eyes never opening. You were trying to hold back tears and if you looked at him, you would definitely get overwhelmed and cry.

“Hey, it’s alright, sugar.” He whispered, his hand still holding onto yours. “We can try whatever you want, whenever you want.”

“It’s.. not-not.. anything.. weird.. just.. just..”

“Don’t be nervous about anything. If you want to try something we can.” He assured you again, moving your hand back onto his hip so he could grip your waist again.

You snaked both arms around his torso, wishing you could just fade into him and disappear. “What if.. you think it’s weird?”

He licked his lips, refraining from pushing his hand into your hair. “I won’t think anything is weird, honey. If you’re genuinely curious about something.. then I’m not going to make fun of you or think it’s weird. And.. you can tell me, baby. Tell me what you wanna try.”

It was hard for you to keep calm, but as the seconds passed, you were starting to feel less embarrassed. Harry was always up for anything you wanted to do outside of the bedroom. He lets you paint his nails when you’re bored, he’ll read books to you when you’re too tired to do it yourself, he’ll try any weird foods you want to cook, anything. He’s the most considerate, understanding, and supportive person you’ve ever met.

“Just.. like.. maybe.. r-rougher sometimes.. Just.. not-“ You paused, unable to express what you wanted to say.

Harry thankfully took over for you. “So.. want me to go faster? Maybe.. harder sometimes?”

You nodded instantly, glad that he was speaking and you weren’t. He bit his cheek fo a moment, but decided he had to show you he was open to anything, so he kept throwing out ideas.

“We can do whatever. I can.. be a little more mean.. or.. talk dirtier. Is that what you’re wanting to do?”

“Mhm.. and.. maybe just.. maybe.. um.. not hurt me, but.. just put your hand on my throat.. and.. just.. like you said.. dirtier.”

He was slightly taken back by how absolutely nervous you were. Sometimes you stammer over your words, but never like this. He felt really bad for you, because it was evident someone had shamed you before - or made you feel like your desires weren’t valid or serious. He felt like he owed you everything everyone else never gave you - because he loved you.

“Darling, I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t tell me something, especially like this. If you want to do new things, then we definitely can.” He wanted to be sure you knew he was okay with it.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.” He hugged you tight, feeling like he could’ve said more to you, but he didn’t want to overwhelm you with the conversation. “How long do you think we can stay in here?”

You pulled back to reach into his pocket, knowing his phone was there. You checked the time and let out a deep sigh. He didn’t like the sound of that. When your eyes met his, you both frowned.

“We should probably go back.. they’re serving dinner in twenty minutes.”

He grunted. “Do you think he’ll stay after dinner, so we can.. come back?”

You nodded. “He already told me he’s staying ‘til nine. That gives us an hour.”

“Okay. I’ll wait a bit before I go back down.” He carefully pressed his hand on your jaw, not wanting to mess up your makeup. “I love you, baby.”

His lips feel against yours and they stayed in sync for a few moments. It felt so short, but yet so long. You whined when he tore his mouth away. His hands fell from your body and he stepped back to get his blazer.

“I love you.” You sighed out, grabbing the door knob. “Do I look okay?”

He looked you up and down yet again tonight. “You look perfect. Not a hair out of place.”

You smiled sweetly, deciding not to say anything back as you opened the door and stepped into the hall. It broke your heart to leave him in that room - to leave him at all. You knew it had to be this way until you could legally solve everything. Harry was willing to wait as long as necessary, but you always felt so guilty when you had to leave him.

He treated you like a queen, like you hung the moon and stars. He was everything anyone would want in a man, in a lover - in a soulmate. You adored him, loved him. It hurt you terribly to be away from him. It hurt even more to know he was in the same building as you, but you could hardly see him.

a/n: there wasn’t a good place to stop, so I basically included 2 parts. Anyways, let me know what you think! Sorry there’s no smut, there will be in future updates! (Also, I had a oc-name in this but I removed it, ignore it if I accidentally missed it!)

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