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harryswriter · 1 year

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Be My Muse.

Summary: Y/n is taking some extra lessons with one of the music instructors after school in preparation for her music & instrumental arts final exam.

“Everyone please remember to practice and look over your notes! We only have three classes before your final exam for the semester!” Said Harry - he insisted the class address him as Harry as he felt Mr. Styles was far too professional and said it made him sound like a “stuffy middle aged professor.” The class began to clear out of the tiered style classroom, almost everyone was gone all bidding their goodbye to our teacher on their way out as I began gathering my things. I picked up by bag and slung it over my shoulder as I heard someone clear their throat from the front of the room. “Where do you think you’re going y/n?” He said with a tone in his voice.

“Oh uh I was just gonna-” you start but he cuts you off. “Just gonna what? Did you really think you could just leave with out me noticing y/n?” he walks over to me and puts his hand on your shoulder. “Were you really just gonna leave me here love?” He asks. “No.”

“No who, y/n?” He stands there looking straight into your eyes - not sure if you should address him as Harry, sir. or…

You stand there dumbfounded not sure how to respond - ultimately deciding to swallow your nerves and be a bit bold. “No Daddy.” His hand moves from your shoulder and towards your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Good girl.” He takes your hand, leading you further into into the row of seats. He places his hands on your hips and lifts you onto one of the desks, you don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, or the adrenaline that comes from the fact that there’s a chance you may get caught - whatever it is you don’t have it in you to hold back anymore. Your hands wrap around his neck as you pull his lips towards your own and kiss him. Harry is caught a bit off guard but kisses you with no hesitation none the less.

Before you know it your hot make out session, with one of your professors might you add, causes you both to want more after Harry pushed your legs apart in a desperate attempt to get closer to you. You can feel yourself grinding against his now hard cock as the both of you continue to make-out as if your lives depended on it. As you continue to kiss Harry you can feel his hands moving from steady on your hips to the hem of your shirt, and in a quick movement he forces himself to part from you, then pulls your shirt over your head in another. As soon as your shirt is off the both of you find yourselves kissing again except this time it’s you desperate to remove something of Harry’s. As the two of you kiss you find yourself fiddling with the zipper of Harry’s dress pants. “Darlingg…” He begins as soon as you manage to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Yes Daddy?” you ask him innocently. “What do you think you’re doing…?” He asks, his lips plump from the make out session. “Wanna touch you.” you say. “Oh yeah?” He asks, “You wanna be a good girl for daddy?” He asks. You nod your head. “Use your words darling.” - “Yes, daddy.”

You watch as he smirks, and takes a step back, sitting down on one of the desk chairs behind him. “Come be a good girl for daddy then.” he says. Knowing what to do you hop off the desk and step towards him, getting down on your knees and reaching for his cock. You slip your hand into his briefs and finally feel just how hard his cock is. Harry feels shivers and pure relief at the feeling of you’re soft hands finally touching him. After running your hand up and down his shaft a couple of times you take your other hand and grab the band of his underwear and use the hand already on his cock to finally pull him out of his briefs. Harry let’s out a sigh at the relief of his cock finally being out and free from the constraint of his briefs. You begin to slowly run your hands up and down his cock watching him in front of you, you bring your hands down toward the base of his cock and bring your mouth towards his tip. You stop as your mouth hits the tip of his cock and you swirl your tongue around it before sucking it only slightly and coming back off. “ Come on y/n please, be a good girl…” With this you go back down on his cock, you go down as far as you can, using your hands to compensate for the rest of him that doesn’t fit.

You hear Harry trying to muffle his moans at the feel of your mouth around him. You suddenly feel his hands come down and grab your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. You continue bobbing your head up and down when you feel his grip on your hair tighten only making you more wet then you already were. You feel Harry’s hips buck up into your mouth, shoving his cock just further into your mouth than it already was. You moan at the feeling and this causes harry to grunt from the feeling. “Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy, y/n?” He asks, You nod - or we’ll try to given the position you’re in. “always such a good little slut for daddy.” Harry says as his head falls back.

He grips your hair the slightest bit tighter and begins pushing your head down onto his cock causing you to gag, in a sudden movement he pushes you off him and stands up, cock still out and now pressing against his stomach. “Are you gonna be a good girl and take my load in your mouth baby girl?” he says, pulling at his cock twice for good measure - all you can do is nod as you look up at him. Putting a hand at the back of your head he takes the other and guides his cock back into your mouth - now rocking into it slowly.

His hips begin bucking a little rougher now at the new angle and the head of his cock hits the back of your throat at each thrust making you gag. “You’re daddy’s little slut, gagging on my cock like that.” he says as he pushes a stand of hair away from your face so he can look at directly at you as his hard cock fucks in and out of your mouth. With another gag from you and three final thrusts you can hear a series of curses slipping from Harry’s mouth as he comes into your mouth - you swallowing his load in hopes he’ll fuck you on the desk now.

Feeling desperate for something, anything- you begin to stand up from your previous position on your knees. Harry looks up to you as you begin to speak “Daddy please” you begin, your words coming out more like a whine. “Please what y/n?” he asks you as he stands up from the chair. “I need your cock.” you say desperately. “You want me to fuck you know y/n?” he asks but all you can do now is nod in response - normally Harry would command you to use your words but after the way you took his dick in your mouth like such a good girl he figured he’d let it slide this once.

“Yes, please daddy. I need your cock in my pussy now.” you finally manage to say. He puts his hands back on your hips lifting you onto one of the desks, kissing you roughly - tasting a bit of his load you’d previously swallowed. “You want your professor to fuck you in the classroom y/n?” he asks and you manage a “mhm yes daddy please, i’ve been a good girl.” you say. “You have been a good girl for daddy, haven’t you y/n?” you nod - “you’re such a dirty whore, fucking your college profesor in the same room where i teach all of your fellow classmates aren’t you?” he says but you can only gasp as plunges two fingers into you without warning.

He begins pumping his fingers in and out of you roughly, curling them once they’re deep inside you. You can help but let out a moan at the feeling of finally being touched. You’re not exactly sure how this whole thing started but you don’t regret it. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, then pulling them out and you can see how your arousal has spread all over his fingers. You were so wet. “So wet for me aren’t you y/n?” he says as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean right in front of you.

You can’t help but whine at the scene, just wanting his cock to be buried deep inside of your wet pussy. “Getting impatient aren’t we?” He says. “I’m sorry daddy- please i really need you.” Harry didn’t know if it was the way you were practically whining for his cock or how wet you were just for him but he decided to finally give you what you’ve been asking for. He ran his hand up and down his cock, jerking himself a bit before asking “Do you have a condom on you baby girl?” You nod a no “If you don’t have a condom then i don’t think I can fuck you right now baby.” - “no- no, please fuck me daddy, i need it. I’m on birth control.” you say with a desperate tone. You were hungry for him.

“Oh fuck baby girl.” he speaks out, practically moaning. He brings his hand to the hand of your underwear as you lift your hips helping him pull it off easily, as soon as it’s off it’s thrown on the floor beneath the both of you. He pushes your legs apart, finally bringing his hard cock near you, he takes his tip and drags it up and down your slit. teasing you. “please daddy.” you beg. “Alright, just because you’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing himself into you slowly.

You moan at the feeling of his long, thick cock stretching you out, and finally entering your pussy. “fuck, baby girl.” he says as he finally finishes pushing himself inside of your cunt, feeling himself stretch your tight pussy with his cock. He only gives you a few seconds to adjust to his size again, and he pulls out slowly. Without warning he plunges his hard cock into your cunt making you gasp out, not expecting his massive cock to be shoved inside your tight pussy without warning. He begins thrusting into you roughly, both hands on your hips to keep you from moving or falling from the somewhat unsteady desk.

He’s thrusting into your wet cunt like no tomorrow, the sound of skin slapping fills the room.

“fuck daddy.” you moan, putting your hands on his shoulders as your head begins to lean on his neck. “You’re so tight for me baby girl.” he says as he continues fucking you right on the desk. He moves his hands from your hips and toward your back as he unclasps your bra letting your tits out of their constraints. You feel a rush as you’re here being fucked by one of your professors on a desk, with your tits out knowing there’s a chance someone could walk into the room at any moment and catch you two in the act.

Harry moves his hand onto one of your tits, massaging them as you moan out his name at the feeling of him with his hand on your breast while fucking into you raw. You can feel your orgasm approaching as you hold onto harry’s shoulders for support, Harry notices what’s going on when he hears your shaky breaths and the way your cunt was squeezing his cock “oh fuck y/n” he practically groaned as he leaned over just slightly further to press is forehead against yours.

“im gonna cum.” you whine as you feel Harry’s thrusts becoming sloppy and his cock twitch inside you. “me too baby, come for me” he tells.

You can feel his hot breath as he thrusts into you messily and watches you come undone beneath him while he chases his own orgasm, hips stilling after 5 thrusts and he then pulls out as you wind at the loss of his cock in your pussy. Harry now places his hands on your shoulders as we guides you down onto your knees once again, you open your mouth for him, knowing what’s coming. You watch as Harry tugs twice at his cock before tapping the tip of it on your mouth and spilling his cum into your mouth. Holding back a whimper as he watches you swallow it like the good girl he knows you are.

“You’re so good for me y/n.” he says as he begins tucking himself back into his briefs and you begin standing up. You turn your back to him, hiding a blush and you feel two hands on your back, he clasps your bra back for you. “Thanks…” you mutter awkwardly and curse yourself for being such an awkward person. Harry let’s out a soft chuckle beside you as he kneels over, looking for your panties that were carelessly discarded moments ago. “Are you laughing at me?” you ask him, amused now. “Yes… you’re silly sometimes y/n…” he says as you finish getting dressed.

“Me, silly?” you look up at him, both of you now fully dressed again. “yes” he boops your nose with his finger “you, silly.” he smiles as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “I should get going…” you say as you look up at him. “okay- bye y/n” he says as you awkwardly stay standing there, he notices and realizes he’s in the way, stepping aside “oh s-sorry.” he scratches the back of his neck. “It’s alright Harry, i’ll see you yeah?” you say as you begin walking towards the door. “sure, see you y/n.” You walk out, waving behind you as you exit but wondering why Harry was acting kind of odd just then. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of nervous? Or maybe a little shy? This would be on your mind for the rest of the day as you made your way back to your dorm.

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watermelonsugacry · 1 year

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But It's Not You

A/N: double update bebe! 💚

SUMMARY: After almost a year into One Direction's hiatus, Harry craves being in the studio again to make some music. After inviting his best friend and former band member, YN, onto his team, they spend the next two months in Jamaica as they make an album, uncover hidden feelings, and explore uncharted territories. (3.3k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, friends to lovers

SINCE 2010 masterlist // Jamaica series // Previous song here! ✈

SIDE-NOTE: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary) bold are things Harry actually said irl

YN’s jaw goes slack in a yawn as she knuckles over her eyes. Her bare feet pat softly against the hardwood floor of the hallway and she has to keep in mind to be quiet on some level as she passes the rooms where the rest of the production crew sleeps. The moonlight that peaks through the multitude of windows throughout the house act as her guide.

It’s been a few days since the team has arrived in Jamaica and so far, it’s been both a relaxing and exciting experience for everyone. With a day full of writing and continuing to get more and more hands-on experience producing, the team was able to get another song down and didn’t go to sleep until the early hours of the morning. Unable to fall asleep herself, however, she finds herself out of bed in search of a late-night snack. She stretches her arms above her head before letting them fall down to her sides.

When she faces the kitchen, her feet come to a stop when she sees a semi-bright light that shines over a small section of the room. Harry stands in front of the open refrigerator, his forearm rests on top of the door while his body bends over to look inside. His torso is bare and the muscles on his back push and pull as he goes to grab something. His sleep shorts hang low on his hips and when he looks over his shoulder at her, his hand to his mouth as he bites down on something.

Is that a strawberry?

Harry takes in the sight of her: an oversized band t-shirt she’s had since their time in the band that has holes scattered around the fabric and slipping off her shoulder every now and then. Her pj shorts are barely visible from underneath the huge shirt and her hair is a bit tousled from her attempt to fall asleep. He smiles at her as he finishes what’s in his mouth, “Good morning, darling.”

Ignoring how nice and raspy his voice sounds, she smiles back at him and shuffles her feet over to him to lean her forehead in the middle of his chest. When she feels his arms around her shoulders, letting out a hum at the warmth he gives off, she thinks back to the time when she couldn’t stand physical affection. She felt claustrophobic if someone were to wrap themselves around her; even with her ex, it still felt off to be held or hold his hand. She knew she was in trouble when she found herself naturally gravitating towards Harry’s body for a cuddle or missed the warmth of his hand on her back rather than anybody else’s.

“Morning,” She says as she snuggles deeper into his chest.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

She shakes her head side to side, still pressed to him, “You?”

He hums out a no before he says, “Want a strawberry?”

She lifts her head so her chin rests in the middle of his chest. She silently parts her lips and he places the half-eaten strawberry to her mouth. The tips of Harry’s finger hold onto the green leaves of the fruit as she takes a bite. He pulls it away and finishes off the rest of the strawberry before throwing the end leaves into the sink beside them.

Knowing that there wasn’t a chance of going back to sleep any time soon, the two friends situate themselves on the kitchen floor, their backs to the kitchen island with their legs splayed out in front of them and the refrigerator door open. As they chat, they’ll both occasionally grab at the cut pieces of fruit in the bowl between them.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

Harry discreetly cringes to himself at his words. As comfortable as he is to talk about literally anything with her, he has to catch himself before he says anything stupid—meaning, not accidentally telling her that he’s head over heels in love with her.

“Yeah? All good things, I hope.”

“Oh no, just the bad stuff,” He says sarcastically.

“Shit, I knew it.” Harry chuckles when she playfully throws a grape at his chest with a smile.

“No, I could never. There’s nothing horrible about you, lovie.” Despite his better judgment, he lets the words of affection slip from his mouth. “You’re perfect.”

YN scoffs with a roll of her eyes. “Don't say that,” she says around a mouthful of a slice of orange.

“But it’s true. You’re beautiful, YN.”

“That’s a bit hard to believe,” Before he can swallow the grape and protest, she beats him to it. “Come on, H. M’nothing like the girls you’ve been attracted to in the past. With their perfectly blue eyes and scarlet red lips,” YN says with a dramatic, playful flutter of her eyes before twisting at a cherry stem between her fingers.

Harry furrows his brows as he processes her words, “Okay but, was that ever really me?”

“What do yeh mean?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

And oh how he wishes he could explain himself to her. Throughout their time in the band, it’s been a known fact that their management teams have been trying to force a certain persona on each of the band members. For Harry, he was labeled as a womanizer: a bad boy who's never done anything bad. Time and time again, their teams had set him up with fake blonde models who were only into him for his name, looks and nothing more. And after each time, he would find himself going back to her.

He’ll take her natural hair color and texture over the girls who fry their hair to achieve a fake-blonde look. He’ll take her bare face over any of the women with too much contour and red lipstick any day. He’ll take her natural plushy hips and chest without it having been done through the work of a doctor. He’d rather be with YN. He meant what he said, she’s perfect. Even her imperfections are perfect.

How he wishes he can tell her all of this but his tongue trips over itself. How can he even collectively get his words together when she’s patiently waiting for him to speak with her soft smile and her eyes that sparkle from the refrigerator’s white fluorescent light.

Harry smiles down at his lap, “Y’know, my mum thinks we’re dating.”

He’s changing the subject. She decides not to call him out on it and just smirks at his statement.

“M’not surprised.” When he gives her an amused look, she continues with a lazy shrug of her shoulder. “Me mum's the same way.”

It’s no secret that their mums have been secretly-not-so-secretly rooting for them to get together the second they saw the kind of chemistry their kids began to show during their time in the X-Factor. The two women don’t push their wishes on them though, merely watching from the sidelines waiting for them to realize it for themselves.

A giggle tumbles past YN’s lips as it easily puts a dimpled smile on his face. “Do you remember that one time when we were on our, what? Third tour and we did that waltz dance thing on the B-Stage?”

Of course he remembers. The band was doing the segment of the show where they answered fan-sent questions. Most of them were dares and this one in particular asked the band to show off their ballroom skills. When none of the other boys wanted to be her dance partner, Harry honorably stepped up with an out-reach of his hand.

“The time when you clumsily fell on me and we landed on the floor?”

“No, no. You fell on me,” YN points out with emphasis, her laughter like music to his ears.

“Same thing.”

“It is not the same thing.”

“Where were you going with this again?” He asks with a humored look, plopping a blueberry past his lips.

“Our mums were at that show.” Harry tucks his chin down to his chest as his shoulders shake with a chuckle as he knows exactly where she’s going with this. “And they wouldn’t shut up about it afterwards in the green room, remember? Penny just kept going on and on about how that was gonna be us dancing at our wedding or some shit.”

“My mum was already telling me about taking some dance lessons so I wouldn’t trip up like we did on stage.”

YN squeezes her eyes shut, one hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter while the other one grips onto Harry’s wrist. The creases beside his eyes appear as his own chuckles rumble from his chest. After they’ve calmed down, Harry lets out a happy sigh at the memory.

“Yeah...Richard had a field day with that one.”

As soon as the words come out of his mouth, he instantly regrets it by the sad look that comes over YN. Her once giggling shoulders slow down to a slump, her cheeky smile fades into a somber one and her bright eyes dim down to her lap.

Bringing up their old management team has become a sensitive topic for YN. These people who took her freedom away, tried silencing her voice just because she was a woman, and forced a different persona on her for the sake of fame sit in the darkest parts of her mind.

Even for something as silly as the two of them dancing together on stage had their management representative give them a good scolding. Richard went on a rampage, yelling at YN for her improper behavior, for putting her hands on Harry in that way. He scolded her for being so clumsy and that she made them fall on purpose just to get physically close with her band mate.

It broke Harry’s heart to see YN keep her mouth shut, knowing that she would bite back if she could. He saw the way she had her hands clasped together in front of her, occasionally flinching back at Dick’s spitting words.

And when Harry tried sticking up for her, he was told off for even offering himself to YN, that he should have known better. That supposed little “stunt” that they pulled had cost their solos to be removed from the new song they were working on for the next album.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up—”

“Don't be.” She says sincerely, licking her lips and keeping her gaze away from her best friend.

Call it a curse or a superpower, but he sees the way her mind begins to race. She’s been good at hiding it, but he can read her like an open book.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” He tells her softly.

Knowing she can’t hide from him, she lets out a deep sigh, “I just felt so trapped sometimes, you know? They’ve just always dictated our lives in everything. What we wear, what we say,” Who we can be with. “And for what? More money in there’s fookin’ pockets? You know, there were just times in my life where I didn’t even feel...alive.”

“Do you still feel that way?”

“Some times more than usual,” She surprises herself as she answers his question truthfully. She didn’t expect to be talking about this tonight or ever with anyone, really. But she’s glad it’s Harry.

“One day I’ll tell you everything,” She thinks to herself.

“But do you know when are the times that I don’t feel that way?”

“When?”

“When I’m with you.”

“Shut up,” He looks away from her with a bashful smile on his face. Even from the small light coming through the kitchen, she can still see the pink coming onto his cheeks.

“It’s true. It sounds cheesy as hell but it’s like I feel the weight of the world around me being lifted or something. It’s like I can finally breathe. Like, I remember that one day on the yacht last year. We were sitting on the front of the boat and we didn’t really talk or anything but we were just...I don’t know. It’s kinda stupid. I think you were asleep or something so I don’t think you remember—”

“You wore that green bathing suit and the sun was just setting so the sky was kind of orange,” When YN turns her head to look at Harry, he’s already staring back. “I remember looking at you then. You were sitting up and had your eyes closed. You were crying.” She doesn't flinch when he brings his hand to her cheek and wipes away her tears with his thumb. YN didn’t even realize she was crying until now. “But when you opened your eyes, you took a deep breath and you... you just looked so in-the-moment. You looked free, YN.”

She closes her eyes and lets the tears silently stream down her face. Harry’s forehead touches hers.

“This was all I used to need,” She whispers in the space between them. Her words pluck a chord in his heart. He’s felt the same feeling more and more lately. He knows that they’re both incredibly grateful for the success they’ve had with their careers so far. They were able to start so young, provide for their family, and do what they love to do every single night for crowds of devoted fans.

But there’s a longing for the silence.

She can be in a room full of fans and press and their team, but she can still feel like the loneliest person in the world. Having each other to lean on, having someone to go to when the darkest parts of themselves want to consume them is more than all the happiness that this measly world can provide.

“I know. I feel it, too.” Harry whispers in the small space between them, reaching up to thumb away at a tear on the supple skin of her cheek. “I was just thinking about how much we haven’t spoken to each other in a while before this.”

“It had only been a few weeks,” YN pulls back a bit and smiles. She wipes her eyes with the front of her worn-out shirt. “And we’ve been texting during that time anyways.”

“Still. S’not enough.”

She softly laughs at Harry’s teasing. He puts an arm around her shoulders and pulls her to his chest. As much as the band’s hiatus was needed, there’s no denying the fact that the separation was hard—especially for these two. How can one normally carry on through life when the person you see, talk to, and laugh with everyday goes away?

They sit in comfortable silence for a little bit longer, staying embraced by one another before YN speaks up.

“I love you, Harry.” Her words make his body tense up and he tries not to let it show too much. She lifts her head from his shoulder and one little dip of his head can connect their lips. His eyes search hers, trying to find if she meant her words in the same way he does. He sees her eyes flicker down to his lips before she takes a deep breath. “No one knows me like you do. I feel safe with you. I...I feel alive with you.”

When he nods his head in agreement, his nose brushes alongside hers, “I feel everything with you.”

“I meant what I said,” She can get lost in his green eyes, looking at her with that same feeling she feels in the pit of her stomach. The same feeling she first felt as a teenager whenever he was around her. The feeling she would get despite being engaged to someone else. She meant those three words, but now that they’re not under the watchful eye of their old management team, the feeling terrifies her even more. “You’re my best friend, Harry.”

And there it is.

During their time in the band, there was no question that the two were able to get on another level of closeness that they knew each other like the back of their hands. Reading each other from across the room became second nature. Maybe the separation has made Harry lose his touch. Maybe those three words don’t share the same meaning they do for him.

“And you mine,” He reciprocates truthfully.

Without another word, YN shuffles herself to lay her head down on his lap. He brushes his fingers over her scalp, gently pushing her hair behind her ear. Once he sees that her eyes are closed and hears her breathing has evened out, he whispers her words back to her unknowing they hold her true meaning behind them.

“I love you, YN.”

...

Anytime you’re doing anything different, it’s quite scary. I didn’t know what I wanted it to sound like, I didn’t know what I wanted it to look like,” Harry explains the initial feelings he had when making his album. “But it was nice to have someone there who you’re familiar with and, and sort of turn to them when you feel a bit uneasy.”

The next morning, YN plops down on the chair next to Harry at the dining table where he finds him scribbling away in his brown leather journal, “Hey.”

“Hi,” he answers, his eyes still glued to the pen on the paper.

“Anything good?” YN nods to his notebook.

“Maybe, actually.” He shifts his body to face her. “It kind of just wrote itself to be honest.”

A soft smile tugs itself on her lips as she leans her elbow on the table to rest her temple on her fist, “The best ones always do.”

“Kind of wanted to let the work do the talking a little bit. I mean, definitely part of my ego wanted to see if I could write something that people liked without people knowing everything about me.”

Harry slides over the journal for her to read, “What we spoke about last night really stuck with me.”

That infamous crease in her brows appears on her face as she reads his scribbled handwriting and Harry wants nothing more than to smooth over the skin with his thumb or a gentle press of his lips.

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.

“I didn’t mean to overstep by writing something personal about you. It was just an idea and a melody for it was stuck in my head all morning.”

“No, don't apologize. This sounds good. Really good, actually. You took what I feel kind of pathetic about and made it sound poetic. It’s beautifully written, Harry.” She lets out a laugh and slides Harry back his journal. “M’kind of jealous that I didn’t write something for myself like this.”

“Well, it can be our song then,” Harry rubs his index finger under his nose, a nervous habit that he hopes will go unnoticed by her; it doesn’t. “I mean, I still need to work out the guitar bits and stuff.”

Instead of calling him out and teasing him just to see the pink tint hit his cheeks, she reaches over the table and lifts the acoustic guitar onto her lap, “That can be arranged.”

Not long after, the team is scattered around the room as they watch the two former band members create music together.

We're not who we used to be

We don't see what we used to see

Their voices blend together beautifully, naturally falling into a harmony. YN’s fingers press on the wired strings as she strums with her other hand.

Mitch watches from his seat on the opposite side of the table, his eyes flickering back and forth between the pair. Harry wasn’t kidding when he said that YN is a skilled guitarist; she’s making beautiful melodies with it without even trying.

More importantly, he sees the way they look at each other. As YN adlibs a vocalized melody, a smile etches on her face as Harry looks at her. His dimples dig into his cheeks and the tiniest hint of pink paints the apples of his cheeks.

Mitch may not know a lot about these two, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see their shared chemistry.

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Fred Weasley - Would've, Could've, Should've

Pairing : Fred Weasley x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 3.3k Warning : Implication of alcohol. War. Some foul words. Italics for past events (ew). Fluff. Let me know if I missed anything. Not proofread. Synopsis : The three times Fred Weasley should've professed his feelings and the one time he finally did. Notes : I intended this piece to be an angst ending but I supposed Fred fluff is due. Don't forget to fill the form here if you'd like to be tagged for my future works. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Fred Weasley's Masterlist click here.

Fred Weasley finds it hard to find comfort on his old squeaky bed. It has been weeks since Harry, Ron and Hermione fled the wedding. There have been no words, no owls. Supposedly that means that they’re still in hiding. No news means no harm done. There’s no way Voldemort would have kept silent had he and his followers found Harry.

Fred hates it. Not knowing what to do nor what to expect next. The uncertainty is driving him mad. One of these days the war will happen and until then, Fred is left with nothing but the empty void he’s been trapped in for days.

He’s prepared himself well. Practising his spells and curses in the morning and at nights, before and after he busied himself with the joke shop. Her words ring in his head, like an infinite loop of heavenly melodic song. A pleasant earworm that he never wished to evict from his mind. The only thing keeping him afloat was her smile, her scent, her voice.

Her.

Perhaps it is what fueled his pestered mind. The fact that he hasn’t been able to be honest with his feelings to her, to gather the courage and be bold as he’s always tried to be in front of others. Everyone knows about his deep devotion for her. That stupid truth or dare game Hermione introduced them back in Hogwarts had to be the ugliest way of a confession and it couldn’t even be counted as one. It was simply an honest answer.

“Don’t fight it Freddie, it’ll only hurt you.” Hermione says with a teasing smile.

The veritaserum is certainly doing its job. Fred winches as he feels his skin stabbed with a thousand needles, trying his best to fight the honesty banging to be let out.

“Come on, Fred, answer the question!” Harry said, pushing him “Who is it that you fancy? Angelina? Alicia? Go on, spill it!”

Fred bites his lower lip hard, not caring the bitter taste of blood as it starts to rip.

He turns to see her, the girl who anticipates his answer just like the rest of the group. Her eyes were twinkling, smile spreading beautifully. The light from the fireside reflects on her, making her look ethereal. His cheeks were burning, unable to contain the emotions any longer as he finally blurted her name.

She blinks, looking surprised.

The rest of the students were stunned too for a brief moment, before exchanging their expressions into a playful one, smirking and nudging her. She let out a shy smile, not daring to see Fred’s gaze as her cheeks turned a shade of pink.

“I mean, it’s just a silly crush.” Fred says fast, afraid she might feel uncomfortable at his unplanned confession. But the lie hurt him worse and made him spill more truth “No— I lied. I love her. Shit, this thing hurts like unicorn balls.”

Her giggles echo through the common room. Fred finds himself smiling a little at her reaction, thankful that she didn’t find it baffling of him to fancy her. Though he’s sure she’s only showing modesty. She’s always been good at keeping his feelings after all.

Fred sighs as he rests his arm on top of his eyes. He should’ve done something then, after unintentionally uttering his feelings, perhaps he should’ve approached her and handled it better. Come with better words, ask her for a proper date, anything but to shrug the incident away. Just like what he did.

Don’t ask him what it is that makes it so hard to gather the gut and confess. He’s been trying to find the one reason for years now. Perhaps he was just insecure, feeling like he is less deserving of her affection. Or maybe he fears ruining the friendship they’ve nurtured over the years. It’s not everyday you can be close with your love interest, afterall. Most of the time it would only create misunderstanding and awkwardness, but with her, he finds support and comfort instead.

But that one game wasn’t the only time he could’ve made his move. If anything, it was only the beginning of more chances he had missed. That game happened when he was in fifth year. There have been plenty other opportunities for him to seize and be true to his feelings, yet he didn’t.

Fred stares at the seated girl from the corner of the room. He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of her. The stunning decorations of the Ball was nothing compared to her beauty tonight. How her hair was styled, the simple yet enchanting dress that fits her like a glove, everything about her was lovely to say the least.

His date, Angelina, has been long gone with her friends. She might have noticed Fred’s lack of enthusiasm for the dance and decided to ditch him. He feels rather guilty for not making Angie’s night, but it’s hard to try and please other people when your heart is locked on another.

She was escorted by some Slytherin git who defeated him on his race with time. Fred curses himself for taking too much time on thinking of clever lines instead of actually approaching her and asking her to be his date. He thought that people would know better than to ask her. They’ve been close for years, surely others could understand that they’re unspokenly an item. These other lads could’ve taken literally any other girl than her.

As George would nag him, he snoozes, he loses.

But after lurking at her like the creep he is for quite some time, Fred comes to the understanding that she too has been ditched by his date. A voice in his head wants to give this bloke a taste of his knuckles for leaving her alone like this, but a bigger part in him was thankful that she could now be rescued by him.

“Fancy a dance?” Fred asks, putting his hand out for her to reach.

She raises her brows, smiling in confusion, “Where’s your date?”

“Gone.” He shrugs, not paying much mind to her question “So.. Dance?”

She scrunches her nose. A habit she does whenever she’s embarrassed to do something. Her growing grin and suppressed giggle was pumping Fred’s vein with bliss. He caresses the back of her hand that was covered in white satin glove as they walk to the middle of the floor.

“I have to warn you, I might not have the best foot at dancing.”

Fred smiles at her, winking, “Well then, let me lead.”

Even as she bit her lips, the happy grin was still blooming on her face. They were dancing with whatever move Fred wanted to do, not caring that they are so out of rhyme than the rest of the other couples. He lifts her up, twirls her, before doing the same motions on himself, making her burst into fits of laughter.

Their eyes were locked on each other, completely captivated as they felt the world around them melt away. In that very moment, Fred, who thought that he couldn’t have fallen for her harder than he already is, was proven to be yet again mistaken. He could always and will always fall for her harder than he already did before.

She places her hands on his shoulders. Their height difference made it hard for her to cling on his neck, so resting them on his shoulders should do. Her smile was muted down but still radiates the very same joy. Fred would certainly argue that at this very moment, she is the most beautiful woman in his life.

“Can I kiss you?”

Her eyes widened at the sudden burst of questions.

“I mean on the forehead, of course.” Fred said fast, trying to save the moment before he ruins it completely. His heart was beating fast, afraid she might let go and walk away “Completely platonic. You’re my best friend, after all.”

She pursed her lips. A slight disappointment was visible in her eyes but as quick as it came, the expression disappeared and changed into another lovely one, “Of course, Fred.”

“Bloody hell.” Fred groans to himself as the memory hits him like a tidal wave “Really? A kiss on the forehead? Fucking bell-end you are, Fred Weasley.”

He takes the pillow that was resting on his side to cover his face, screaming on it to let out some fumes. He really needs to get his head sorted. It’s fascinating how she’s still sticking around and having the very same lovely attitude towards him after all the baffling actions and mortifying words he’s uttered.

Even when he told her he was leaving, she was still his number one supporter.

Fred fidgets with his fingers as he waits for her by the oak tree. He’s asked Seamus to give her the word that he’s waiting for her, at the very moment he knew she’d finished her transfiguration class. His palms were flimsy, nervous of her reaction later after he finally spilled the bean. Would she still be there for him, cheering and patting him on the shoulder after this?

“Fred,” she calls, a curious smile plastered on her confused face “You wanted to see me?”

He chews the inner side of his cheek, responding in a nod.

“Okay..” She scrunches her nose, cheeks are highlighted in a strawberry colour as she takes closer steps “What is it?”

“I need to tell you something.”

She nods, eyes full of anticipation, “Go on.”

“I’m leaving.”

The glimmer in her eyes dim down as the words enter her ears. Her excited face was soon exchanged to a disappointed and puzzled one. It was as if she expected him to tell her something else.

“We have enough money now to open the shop and I don’t think we should wait any longer. Not even until graduation.” Fred continues to explain, eyes filled with uncertainty “Me and George are planning to leave by the end of this week.”

“This week?” She asks, surprised “That’s— That’s very sudden.”

Fred nods, “I know, but this is the very time for us to flee Umbridge, don’t you think? If we were to leave now, we could have more products prepared for the next school term, so students can get their pranking supplies from us.”

She remains quiet, not looking like she was even half listening.

“And we heard that there’s a shop for rent in Diagon Alley. We’re thinking of buying it and renovating it. We ought to start early before the market is full, otherwise we wouldn’t get customers.”

“You’re leaving.” She says in a soft whisper, still trying to comprehend his words. She licks her lip, forcing a smile as she places her hands on his shoulders “I am so very proud of you Fred. Of you and George, both. I’m sure the business will thrive. You two are gifted for it.”

Fred nods, breathing uneven as he debates if he should put a line here and end the conversation. They would still see each other later on, so perhaps he could postpone his confession a little longer. But he would certainly be busy with the shop later, should the business actually thrive as she said, and might not have time to utter his feelings. And that’s not considering the competition he might have now that she’s older and has certainly grown into a mesmerising woman.

“Would that be all, Fred?” She asks as if hoping that there is more from him.

Fred clears his throat, “Uh, yes. Yes, that would be all.”

She nods, smiling genuinely as she takes closer steps and reaches for his cheek, planting a small kiss on it, “I’m so proud of you, Fred. Good luck.”

Fred turns his gaze to his bedside table. There, lies the one photograph he holds very dearly. Its edges were slightly ripped from constant touch he’s done. They were smiling there. His arm resting on her shoulder as he ruffled her hair, resulting in an irritated glare as she pushed him off of her.

He missed her. It has been months since he last saw her. He’s been diligent on reading the papers, making sure that her name wasn’t listed as one of the victims through the chaos ensued. She’s always been someone with a brilliant moral compass and determination, and though it is one of the many things he loved most about her, Fred couldn’t help but to feel worried that it might cause her troubles.

“Fred, are you asleep?” George says as he barges in his room, breaking his train of thoughts “We’ve just received a message from Aberforth— Harry’s at Hogwarts. The Order will rendezvous there, we must go.”

—-

The ringing in his ears was becoming louder. His eyes were watering from the debris, chest tight from the dust and smoke of explosions. Fred was in loss of direction, though there isn’t anyone who’d know the castle better than him, he couldn’t make sense of where to go, only trusting his burning legs to carry him elsewhere. Somewhere the Death Eaters couldn’t find him.

Somewhere between the Astronomy Tower and here, he’d separated with George. He could only hope that his twin is in a better situation than him, found shelter or help to punch the Death Eaters away.

“Expulso!”

Fred’s speed finally decreases as an explosion happens behind him, blasting the Death Eaters that were chasing him away. He stares at the now ruined hallway, panting as he tries to rest his legs and catch a breath.

“Are you alright?” A girl says with worry, placing her hands to his cheeks and analysing his condition “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Fred pants, unable to utter any word. His vision was still blurred. He wasn’t sure he was still alive. Maybe the blast hit him, or he was buried under the ruins of the crumbling hallway, either way would be a better explanation to the sight he’s seeing right now. He could feel her hands scanning his body, trying to see if he was injured anywhere as the lack of words clearly didn’t provide any ease for her.

“Good God, say something, Fred!” She yells, frustrated before turning her heels and pulling his arm to the hallway “Come on, we’ve got to go.”

Now the two of them are running, climbing down the many stairs of The Grand Staircase. They were cornered. More Death Eaters were waiting for them downstairs, still unaware of their upcoming presence. Before they could take their turn and descend further, Fred pulled her away to the smaller corridor and opened a secret passage.

The channel was cramped. Stone walls lit by torches that magically set ablaze as they came in. The tunnel didn’t give her any sense of comfort, noting the eerie air it has and how quiet it is compared to the turmoil happening outside. It was as if they were sucked into a different dimension now.

“We have to get back,” She says with audible pants “We have to help the others.”

“Just give me a second to breathe, Love.” Fred says with a pathetic chuckle, trying to gather his energy back “There were Death Eaters waiting for us down there, we have to go the other way.”

She nods in understanding, finally leaning to the stone walls and letting her guards down for a minute.

Fred stares at her, still slightly crunching down with his hands on his knees. He knew that he shouldn’t be thinking about her this way, given the grave situation they are currently in, but he couldn’t help but to think of just how blessed he is to be graced with her presence. Her cheeks were flushed, skin laced with sweat that made it seem as if she was glowing. Her hair was unkempt from all the running. She gave a whole new meaning to the word beautiful in his book.

“Quit staring.” She mutters, a little smile tugging on her lips “We don’t have time for an awkward reunion right now.”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “I don’t know whether to be happy or mad.”

“Why would you be mad? I saved your arse just now.”

“I know,” He nods in acknowledgement “I just didn’t exactly have this in mind, Death Eaters and deathly jinx, when I finally meet you again.”

She smiles, finding the situation to be rather ironic also.

She wipes the sweat on her forehead with her sleeves. Her breathing has become steadier, taking out her wand again as if she’s ready to face whatever fight to come. That look of determination is back on her face. Fred could never recall any other time when she looked more courageous than this, but before she went to find the exit to this tunnel, he took her wrist and made her pause on her feet.

“Wait,” He says. Fred’s eyes were filled with uncertainty now. A silent battle is happening in his mind, whether or not he should come clean to her now. The setting was unideal, certainly far from the romantic scenarios he’s planned in his head for years, but there was no guarantee that either of them could come out of this alive and he knew he’d kill himself if he died without telling her how he feels “I need to tell you something.”

Her brows furrow a little, looking at his body to scan for injuries he might not have mentioned before, “Are you hurt?”

“No, no I’m not hurt.” Fred answers fast “It’s about something else. About what I’m feeling– What I have been feeling.. For you.”

“Fred,” She calls softly, taking his hands to hers and squeezing it gently with a smile “I appreciate the sentiment, truly, but you can be really daft sometimes. We have no time for this now.”

He frowns, slightly taken aback at her blunt words.

“I’ve waited years for you to muster up the courage, I deserve a proper confession, don’t you think? Not one done in some dark rotten tunnel like this.” She says with a chuckle. She places a small kiss to his cheek, still smiling warmly at him “Tell me whatever it is you want to tell me once this is all done, alright? I expect some sappy speech and flowers at disposal.”

“I’ll redo this once we’re out but I just have to get the words out now. I need to.” He states firmly “Voldy could wait for another minute, I’m sure the fight would still be there when we get out of this hole.”

Hesitation was still evident in her eyes but she nodded in defeat, staring right back at him with full attention, “Alright.”

“I love you,” Fred starts head on “I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, perhaps longer cause I know I’ve been staring at you from afar since the first time I laid eyes on you. My heart is yours, always. And I just— I— Oh, fuck this.”

The lack of words were so frustrating that he caved in to adrenaline and kissed her instead, hoping that the gesture could convey the message better than his rambling. He kissed her desperately, as if he feared he could never do it again. His hands cupped her cheeks, slightly crouching down so she doesn’t have to be on her tippy toes for too long. He kissed her with all the pent up emotions he bottled all these years. Letting it all burst into fireworks that set every inch of his skin ablaze.

They were panting once again as they pulled away. Chest heaving from all the intense emotions. His nose was brushing into hers, forehead touching as they savoured every ticking second. None of them wanted to leave.

“I love you.” He whispered once more “I am utterly, unequivocally, desperately in love with you.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” She replies with a smile “That better not be the last time I hear it.”

Fred chuckles, planting a kiss to her forehead, “Trust me, you’ll tire hearing it once we get out of this.”

“Promise?”

“I swear it.”

She smiles wide, satisfied that all these times spent waiting for him to confess finally comes to an end.

“I’ll find better words to say later.” Fred says tenderly.

“Don’t forget the flowers.”

He chuckles, nodding, “And flowers.”

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thedevilinmybrain · 6 months

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Harry knows Louis has his reasons. He's heard all of them, listed out like one blow after another. The focus should be on the band, on the music, too much at stake. They can't be selfish, need to think about the rest of the boys, the fans. So many things weighing on them, should know better than to push back against management. Louis is the oldest so he needs to make the right choices, be a role model, be mature enough to know when enough is enough.

Louis talks and Harry can hear Simon's voice.

Standing against the wall, Harry presses the rim of the glass against his lips, can smell the vodka inside. It's expensive, served straight because Harry can't afford the calories, no sugar after seven. It's all part of the image, the routine to make Harry hotter, more attractive with a sharp jawline and thin waist. His hair is getting longer now, brushes against his jaw, a real Mick Jagger in his tight jeans and drawling accent, charming whomever he feels like. It doesn't mean shit when he's watching Louis wrap his arm around the shoulders of some up and coming.

He's pretty, Harry guesses, as far as aesthetics go. Big eyes and smooth skin, an upturned mouth in a smirk that makes him look a little impish. Louis is being bold tonight, no one that important around to side eye him, to shove a pretty blond in a mini dress into his lap. So, Louis is free to laugh into the guy's neck, face flushed red and drunk. His free hand has been on the guy's thigh for over an hour, holding him close, holding him down, with a ring on his finger that belongs on Harry's. Louis had said they had to break up because too many people were watching them, that it was a liability, that it just wasn't possible. But someone with a name the tabloids don't care about is safe, Harry guesses.

Jealousy is a fucking collar around his throat, chokes the air out of his lungs, drags him down like an anchor into the darkness, drowning him. Louis used to do that to him, to press their cheeks together, to keep Harry close and safe against his side. Always had to have his hands on Harry somehow, around his wrist, on his waist. But that was before Louis decided to start eating out of the hand that feeds them.

This morning, leaving the studio, Louis had held the door open for Harry and smiled at him, all big and bright and cooing at him. Come on, baby. Hurry up. Like it wasn't a punch to the gut when Louis is the one who told Harry he had to stop calling him that. When Louis is the one who set up the rules, who laid down the way it was going to be. And Harry has been trying to be so good, kept himself away, doesn't try to press or talk to him. Even when it feels like Harry's sawing off a limb every time Louis is in the room.

"Feels fucking rude," Niall mutters, digs his fingers into his own cup, tugging out a cherry. "Over there flaunting it."

"Niall," Harry sighs, takes another sip of his own drink. Across the room, Louis takes the pipe from Zayn, holds it up to show his newest friend.

"Well? It fucking is. I know you all broke up and shit, but honestly? To do it here?" Waving his hand at the center of the room, Niall's top lip curls. "Fucked, mate. Really fucked."

Niall is right. They're in one of the public houses that the label owns, all blase designs and inconsequential art on the walls. But it's still in front of their friends, some of the crew, all the lads. Harry can't remember ever feeling so on the outskirts of the people he considers family, so fucking lonely in his own skin.

"You're Harry fucking Styles," Niall hisses, venomous and angry. He's felt like this since he heard the news, had been the one to pull Harry out of that bathtub, soaked through his clothes, wine drunk and sobbing. Louis doesn't know any of it, but Niall does.

"It was almost Tomlinson." Harry mutters, takes the rest of his drink in one shot, rolls off the wall to stalk towards the stairs. He hasn't worked up the ability to charge across the room yet, to stand his ground, to call Louis out on his shit. No, not yet. So, Harry prefers to have his meltdown behind closed doors, to cry his eyes sore and try to rub the tattoos off his skin.

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Justice for Barty Crouch Jr: Part 2/2

(Part 1)

So, what was Barty's plan? Why did he care about Harry? And what about what he said under Veratiserum?

What I'm going to do is go through the final scenes in the GoF relevant to Barty's characterization and then write down all the conclusions together. For more of the evidence that led me to this point, see Part 1.

After The Third Task

Barty (as Moody) takes Harry away to his office the moment he returns with the cup. And there are quite a few interesting things to note in this scene...

“In here, Harry . . . in here, and sit down. . . . You’ll be all right now . . . drink this. . . .” Harry heard a key scrape in a lock and felt a cup being pushed into his hands. “Drink it . . . you’ll feel better . . . come on, now, Harry, I need to know exactly what happened. . . .” Moody helped tip the stuff down Harry’s throat; he coughed, a peppery taste burning his throat. Moody’s office came into sharper focus, and so did Moody himself. . . . He looked as white as Fudge had looked, and both eyes were fixed unblinkingly upon Harry’s face. “Voldemort’s back, Harry? You’re sure he’s back? How did he do it?” “He took stuff from his father’s grave, and from Wormtail, and me,” said Harry. His head felt clearer; his scar wasn’t hurting so badly; he could now see Moody’s face distinctly, even though the office was dark. He could still hear screaming and shouting from the distant Quidditch field. “What did the Dark Lord take from you?” said Moody. “Blood,” said Harry, raising his arm. His sleeve was ripped where Wormtail’s dagger had torn it. Moody let out his breath in a long, low hiss. “And the Death Eaters? They returned?” “Yes,” said Harry. “Loads of them . . .” “How did he treat them?” Moody asked quietly. “Did he forgive them?” But Harry had suddenly remembered. He should have told Dumbledore, he should have said it straightaway — “There’s a Death Eater at Hogwarts! There’s a Death Eater here — they put my name in the Goblet of Fire, they made sure I got through to the end —” Harry tried to get up, but Moody pushed him back down. “I know who the Death Eater is,” he said quietly.

(Goblet of Fire, pages 673-674)

Now, this scene is after Voldemort came back. Barty is about to tell Harry he's the death Eater who put his name in the goblet. I already covered how he didn't actually act like Moody throughout the book, and I don't expect him to start now once the charade is over. So, in this scene, we have Barty at his most honest. Just him and Harry.

and what is the first thing he does?

Give Harry a Pepperup Potion.

The peppery, burning taste Harry describes along with the calming effect after he drank it fit the description of the Peperup Potion. It's a healing and warming potion meant for the common cold, but would generally make the drinker feel better. What's interesting here, is that the first thing Barty does is give Harry a healing potion, why? he's about to reveal himself; all he needs is for Harry to tell him if Voldemort is back or not, he doesn't need Harry calm for that, not really. He still goes out of his way to help Harry, even once he really doesn't have to.

The second bolded part is Harry's description of Moody. He is pale and terrified. Why is he scared? Harry already told him Voldemort returned, isn't that what he wanted?

Well, I don't think so. I think that the fear he sees on Barty/Moody, that is a fear of Voldemort. He fears Voldemort's return just like Fudge (well, maybe not just like, but you get the gist). Barty proceeds to assert Voldemort is indeed back. And he's scared by Harry's answer that yes, he is.

He then asks about the Death Eaters, and some of it is still his envy, but part of it now, is fear. He knows another war is coming and he's scared. He doesn't actually want the death and torture. The only death he actually wanted was his own father's, not anyone else's. Not even Harry's.

I think Barty is similar to Regulus in that respect.

He joined the Death Eaters willingly, for his own personal reasons (spiting his father, rebelling against him, but also trying to get his father's attention), and then realized what he got into and had no way out. And even worse, he ended up in Azkaban for it, for Death Eater crimes, he personally didn't commit.

I mean, why would Barty hiss in sympathetic pain at seeing Harry's injury moments before he tells him he's a Death Eater? The only explanation is that it's real. That it isn't an act. That he does sympathize with Harry's pain and doesn't want this 14-year-old hurt.

Look at how he says he knows who the Death Eater is. It almost looks like regret and shame. Because it might very well be just that.

And what does he do then, after he tells Harry? You'd expect a loyal Death Eater to take him straight to Voldemort, maybe kill him himself. But that's not what Barty does. Barty starts monologing:

“You didn’t . . . it — it can’t be you. . . .” “Who put your name in the Goblet of Fire, under the name of a different school? I did. Who frightened off every person I thought might try to hurt you or prevent you from winning the tournament? I did. Who nudged Hagrid into showing you the dragons? I did. Who helped you see the only way you could beat the dragon? I did.” Moody’s magical eye had now left the door. It was fixed upon Harry. His lopsided mouth leered more widely than ever.

(Goblet of Fire, page 676)

Barty explains to Harry everything that he did. Every part of the ploy he was so obvious about it's a wonder Dumbledore didn't call him out. But why? What's the point in telling Harry if he's about to die?

I wondered this and I noticed the sentence I bolded. His magical eye was looking at the door.

So what? he was watching to see if he had time to kill Harry. He couldn't kill him if he got caught.

The thing is, I think it's the opposite. I think Barty planned to get caught. I mean, why else would he spend so long monologing? He's buying time.

Moody’s wand was still pointing directly at Harry’s heart. Over his shoulder, foggy shapes were moving in the Foe-Glass on the wall.

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The foggy shapes in the Foe-Glass were sharpening, had become more distinct. Harry could see the outlines of three people over Moody’s shoulder, moving closer and closer. But Moody wasn’t watching them. His magical eye was upon Harry.

(Goblet of Fire, pages 677-678)

Moody's eye is magical, if the Foe-Glass saw the professors coming, Barty saw them too when he looked at the door. And yes, he's pointing his wand at Harry, but he isn't actually doing anything. Just pointing it and buying time, like he's waiting for Dumbledore to arrive and stop him.

The same way he bought time this whole year. I think the reason the plan took the whole year to execute was mostly this. Barty had plenty of opportunities to get Harry to Voldemort, but he didn't. No, instead he helped him through all the tasks while doing a really bad job of acting like Moody. I think he took so long because he wanted to be caught. He hoped someone would catch him and stop Voldemort from returning — Dumbledore mostly.

After all, we see Barty is scared of Voldemort's return, not joyous.

Veratiserum

So, now we need to talk about the scene where he was questioned under Veratiserum. Veratiserum is a truth serum that forces the drinker to only speak the truth.

A note about the evidence received with the use of the Veratiserum: The potion can't be legally used for testimony since some wizards can resist it. It is considered: "unfair and unreliable to use at a trial". This is the same as lie detectors (like a polygraph test) being generally not admissible as evidence in court here in the real world.

As such, anything Barty says under the influence of Veratiserum comes with the caveat of it potentially being a lie. Considering he did learn to resist the Imperius Curse marginally and thought Harry to resist it as well, it is possible he can resist Veratiserum as well. We even see hints, that he potentially does resist it.

Crouch’s son opened his eyes. His face was slack, his gaze unfocused. Dumbledore knelt before him, so that their faces were level. “Can you hear me?” Dumbledore asked quietly. The man’s eyelids flickered. “Yes,” he muttered.

(Goblet of Fire, page 683)

Here we have the description of how someone should look under the effects of Veratiserum. The drinker would have a blank face and expression, gaze not focused on anything. They are emotionless and hazy. Remember that description for later.

“And what did your father do with you, when he had got you home?” said Dumbledore quietly. “Staged my mother’s death. A quiet, private funeral. That grave is empty. The house-elf nursed me back to health. Then I had to be concealed. I had to be controlled. My father had to use a number of spells to subdue me. When I had recovered my strength, I thought only of finding my master . . . of returning to his service.” “How did your father subdue you?” said Dumbledore. “The Imperius Curse,” Crouch said. “I was under my father’s control. I was forced to wear an Invisibility Cloak day and night. I was always with the house-elf. She was my keeper and caretaker. She pitied me. She persuaded my father to give me occasional treats. Rewards for my good behavior.”

(Goblet of Fire, pages 684-685)

This is Barty's explanation of how his father controlled him with the Imperius. But I want to point out one odd part here. The part I outlined is odd because Barty hesitates. there are three dots indicating a pause like he is considering his words, something that shouldn't be possible under Veratiserum. And notice what he talks about when it happens. He talks about Voldemort.

I am uncertain why he would choose to lie about that... I assume it's out of fear. Knowing the way Voldemort tracked down and killed Karkaroff when he turned traitor, I assume Barty knew his fate would be the same if he betrayed Voldemort. After a whole year of trying to get Dumbledore to notice he wasn't acting like his friend, Moody, and failing, I don't think he trusted Dumbledore's ability to protect him from Voldemort.

This is also why he didn't just openly tell Dumbledore what was going on. He was scared of a fate much worse than what the ministry would throw at him if he was found by Voldemort to be a traitor. But also, if he turned traitor, nothing would stop Voldemort from sending someone else to finish Barty's mission, someone who'd actually want to do it. By pretending to be loyal, Barty is ensuring he can buy Harry time. Time, Dumbledore isn't using.

“Now it was just Father and I, alone in the house. And then . . . and then . . .” Crouch’s head rolled on his neck, and an insane grin spread across his face. “My master came for me. “He arrived at our house late one night in the arms of his servant Wormtail. My master had found out that I was still alive. He had captured Bertha Jorkins in Albania. He had tortured her. She told him a great deal. She told him about the Triwizard Tournament. She told him the old Auror, Moody, was going to teach at Hogwarts. He tortured her until he broke through the Memory Charm my father had placed upon her. She told him I had escaped from Azkaban. She told him my father kept me imprisoned to prevent me from seeking my master. And so my master knew that I was still his faithful servant — perhaps the most faithful of all. My master conceived a plan, based upon the information Bertha had given him. He needed me. He arrived at our house near midnight. My father answered the door.” The smile spread wider over Crouch’s face, as though recalling the sweetest memory of his life. Winky’s petrified brown eyes were visible through her fingers. She seemed too appalled to speak.

(Goblet of Fire, pages 687-688)

Again, before talking about Voldemort, he thinks of his words. He stutters and pauses his speech. He changes his expression, he's grinning. Veratiserum should keep the drinker's faces slack and emotionless. To me, this indicates something suspicious, not Barty's insanity.

Especially when considering his behavior throughout the books that indicates he's trying to sabotage Voldemort's resurrection.

“And what did Lord Voldemort ask you to do?” said Dumbledore. “He asked me whether I was ready to risk everything for him. I was ready. It was my dream, my greatest ambition, to serve him, to prove myself to him. He told me he needed to place a faithful servant at Hogwarts. A servant who would guide Harry Potter through the Triwizard Tournament without appearing to do so. A servant who would watch over Harry Potter. Ensure he reached the Triwizard Cup. Turn the cup into a Portkey, which would take the first person to touch it to my master. But first —” “You needed Alastor Moody,” said Dumbledore

(Goblet of Fire, page 688)

Again, his speech is odd for Veratiserum. He speaks with convection and emotion, repeating his statements, his language is more flowery and not short and truthful, all things I wouldn't expect from someone dosed with Veratiserum.

Also, risk everything? What did Barty have to risk? He was a prisoner under the Imperius Curse in his father's basement. He had nowhere worse he could go.

He was desperate to leave the hell that was his life for 12 years, he'll tell Voldemort anything he wanted to hear. And, well, it's not like he could say no to Voldemort, could he?

“For a week I waited for my father to arrive at Hogwarts. At last, one evening, the map showed my father entering the grounds. I pulled on my Invisibility Cloak and went down to meet him. He was walking around the edge of the forest. Then Potter came, and Krum. I waited. I could not hurt Potter; my master needed him. Potter ran to get Dumbledore. I Stunned Krum. I killed my father.”

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“You killed your father,” Dumbledore said, in the same soft voice. “What did you do with the body?” “Carried it into the forest. Covered it with the Invisibility Cloak. I had the map with me. I watched Potter run into the castle. He met Snape. Dumbledore joined them. I watched Potter bringing Dumbledore out of the castle. I walked back out of the forest, doubled around behind them, went to meet them. I told Dumbledore Snape had told me where to come. “Dumbledore told me to go and look for my father. I went back to my father’s body. Watched the map. When everyone was gone, I Transfigured my father’s body. He became a bone . . . I buried it, while wearing the Invisibility Cloak, in the freshly dug earth in front of Hagrid’s cabin.”

(Goblet of Fire, pages 690-691)

I have two main notes about this part. The first is about not hurting Harry because Voldemort needs him. That explanation is bullshit. Barty said he stunned Krum, nothing stopped him from stunning Harry, it wouldn't have actually harmed him. A single, not very powerful stunner would've been nothing. I wouldn't really consider it harmful. Barty just didn't stun Hary because he didn't want to.

The second is when he speaks about how he hid his father's body. The reason I bolded it, is because it shows Barty is reasonable (to a degree) and intelligent. He is magically talented enough and smart enough to come up with a great plan to get away with his father's murder. It shows that all the odd inconsistencies, his choice not to act like Moody, to help Harry when he doesn't have to, to not stun Harry with a stupid senseless excuse, monologing to give Dumbledore time to catch him — it was all deliberate.

He's too intelligent for it not to be deliberate. And here too, we see that pause again. Like he was considering whether to reveal where his father was buried or not. He decided to reveal it because they could dig up the bone and check his testimony, and he needed them to believe him. So he had to be mostly truthful, just cover up some of the minor details, like what he thought about Voldemort.

I believe, that when he chose to get caught, he knew he was likely to die. But a quick death is probably better than the treatment of a traitor Death Eater.

Conclusions

Barty Crouch Jr didn't torture the Longbottoms.

He joined the Death Eaters to spite his father. He realized he was not cut out for it, but it was too late, he was already marked.

He was then sent to Azkaban for a crime he did not commit. He was then broken out only for his father to keep him imprisoned. Both weighed on his psyche heavily.

In the Quidditch World Cup, Hermione theorizes the person who cast the Dark Mark tried to scare the attackers away — she was probably right and that was Barty's intention.

He didn't go searching for Voldemort, Voldemort came for him, not giving him a choice but to comply.

So he went to Hogwarts, but he went far beyond necessary to protect Harry and encourage him. Along with giving him advice that Harry continues living by even after learning Barty's true identity. Showing Barty did truly care for Harry, at least to some degree.

His plan, during the year, had two layers: The first was to ruin his father's reputation (the reputation his father cared about more than his son). The second is to drag Voldemort's mission for him as long as possible with the hope of alerting Dumbledore without alerting Voldemort. All this while helping Harry along the way as much as he could without revealing to Voldemort he is a traitor.

Barty was terrified of Voldemort's return and actively worked against it, if in a limited way.

When what he feared (Voldemort's return) did come to pass, he bought as much time as he could, at the cost of his own life, so Harry and he could get the word out.

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Take me.

LHH

smutty, friends to lovers beachy Jamaican goodness

T/w: lots of unprotected sex and not much else

Harry Styles. Arguably one of the most talked about pop stars you had ever worked with and you were ok with that.

You had worked with him more than any of your other clients in the last six months. Harry appreciated your work as a writer and producer and even appreciated the smaller things you did for him like teaching him to re-string his guitar and set up a studio so he wouldn’t get feedback through his mics.

It was these little things that Harry appreciated you for that made you appreciate him, not only as an artist but as a human being. His self titled album was the first major project you had worked on so it was a learning curve for the both of you, which also meant a lot of late nights in the studio together sometimes working through the night if inspiration struck at a late hour.

The first few months working with Harry and his team were a little intimidating and to be honest his status alone intimidated you, considering you were in your early twenties with just enthusiasm and an eye for something interesting. Harry himself had stumbled across some low key demos you had produced just a year prior to starting to work with him and wanted you to lead his first solo album. So you did.

After the first few late nights and opening up to one another you and Harry had gotten quite close some things still weren’t spoken about like relationships and whether or not you were both single, it always felt like you were both holding back from one another a little. You would text on and off and Harry was quite fond of the filters on Snapchat which lead to some late nights at your home working on songs for Harry while he spent his evenings seeing if the filters would work on your dog Mish, to his absolute joy, they did.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore turning to Harry in your chair one weekend that you were at the studio together “tell me Harold…” you say interlocking your fingers across your torso leaning back in your chair a little, “what gives?” You ask causing him to turn and glance at your stance before turning back to the computer.

“What do you mean softy?” He asks smirking at his nickname for you, he often called you this on the account that you were a bit of a sook when it came to your job even just the slightest bit of raw emotion in a song and you were rendered to tears. He knew this thanks to Sign of the Times. You glare at him after the use of your nickname shaking your head “we spend most of our time either in the studio or at my place working, I’m just about certain that if you had a girlfriend she wouldn’t be super keen on you spending every waking moment with me and not her, so what gives?”

He turns in his chair to face you “ok smarty pants, those are some pretty bold assumptions” he smirks before continuing “but your right, it’s just me and it’s honestly a little lonely, when I’m with you it’s comfortable we can go hours without saying anything to one another and I don’t feel awkward or lonely” you couldn’t help but smile at him “H, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard”.

He chuckles covering his face with his hands his long hair falling forwards, you lean over to push it out of his face and he peeks through his fingers, he slowly moves his hands taking yours in his “come to Jamaica with me” he says out of the blue you sit there looking at him, mouth agape “what?” You ask still processing what he asked.

“Come to Jamaica with me” he repeats a small smile sneaking into his lips “it’ll be amazing, we can work or we can go scuba diving we could do anything…please come with me” he begs.

You couldn’t even process the words coming out of his mouth, you were still stuck on being asked to go with him “why?” You ask softly. Harry let’s go of your hands and sits back in his chair a little “because, I like spending time with you and you pretty much work for me full time, let alone everyone else you write and produce for, you deserve a break”.

You watch Harry’s face for a moment trying to read the expression he was giving you “are you sure?” You question pulling your knees to your chest on your office chair. He nods “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t” he comments. You suck your teeth for a second thinking before looking directly at Harry. “Ok…” you say softly “I’ll come with you” you nod. Harry’s face moves from being one of anxiety and a little frustration to pure joy. “Really?!” He exclaims sitting on the edge of his seat his hands gripping the arm rests. You nod laughing a little “Yes! I like the idea, I think it’ll be good for both of us”.

Harry launches towards you pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received, you hug him back laughing softly “ok Styles, I need to breathe” you say tapping his shoulder. He lets you go before sitting down again. In all the excitement Mish had come into the room and was now sitting between you and Harry whining. Harry chuckles taking his phone from the desk “I’ll let him out and start looking at flights” he grins getting up from his seat before you even had a chance to respond.

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Just two short weeks later you were sat next to Harry on a plane on the way to warm, sunny Jamaica. You glance at Harry who’s was staring at his phone intensely trying to find a movie to watch. “What are you doing?” You ask noticing he was scrolling through Google at a bunch of different movies “just looking for a rom com to watch” he responds straight away without peeling his attention away from the device. “Harry…just search romantic comedies on Netflix” he glances at you, thinks for a moment and then does exactly as you suggest “thanks” he smiles putting his headphones in. You do the same putting on an audiobook, you only got through about a chapter before you fell asleep.

You woke several hours later to Harry pushing your shoulder lightly “y/n…wake up, we’re getting ready to land” he whispers you groan a little “I was having the best sleep, you suck” you glare at him. You were never the nicest person when you were woken from a slumber “I’m not the one flying the plane I don’t make the rules” he bites back. You wake a little more sitting up in your seat putting your seat belt back on you look over at Harry “I’m sorry” you apologise “I’m a bit of a grump after a nap” Harry looks at you again, scanning your face “it’s ok” he smiles.

You make it safely to the ground, collect your bags and make your way to the accomodation that Harry had organised. Pulling up out the front you get out of the car and collect your bags before looking up at the house Harry had rented for the next month “Harry, did you rent the whole house?” You ask he nods smiling over at you “yep” he says walking up towards it “there’s only two of us, not two hundred” you laugh. Harry shrugs “we might get sick of each other the place is big enough we wouldn’t even know the other was there” you see Harry’s point and follow him up to the front of the house. He finds the key and lets you both inside. You look around “wow” you whisper “Harry… this is incredible, how did you find this place?” You ask heading towards the doors that open out to the beach “Jeff actually recommended it” he says coming up beside you “this is going to be the best month ever” you smile.

“Y’up for a swim?” He asks you nod “yes please” you smile “c’mon, I’ll meet you back here in 15?” Harry asks, you nod and head off to pick rooms, even though the place was huge Harry still insisted that you have the master bedroom, it had a huge bathroom with the tub overlooking the beach. You open your suitcase grabbing the first bikini you could find. Pulling it in your realise it may not have been the best choice for a platonic trip with a man who was basically your boss. The mint green triangle top only just covering the round of your breasts, and the hi-waist cheeky bottoms that in actual fact didn’t cover much of your ass. Grabbing a black cover up you pull it on before heading back out to find Harry.

Walking out onto the warm sand your sunglasses covering your eyes your hair blowing in the breeze, you find Harry already situated on one of the lounge chairs in yellow and white stripped swim trunks his hair in a bun and sunglasses adorning his eyes his shirt already missing. Harry peers over his sunglasses as you walk past him and smiles to himself before laying his head back again “thought you came to swim Styles” you comment placing your towel down placing your sunglasses on top before pulling your cover up over your head throwing it to the lounge chair. You glance over at Harry to see him already looking at you.

“I thought you only had one tattoo?” He asks noticing the tattoos dotted around your ribs, next to your breast and on your thigh close to your hip. “It’s a growing collection, I just keep them hidden most of the time” you smile a little before heading towards the water, once your up to your hips in the warm, clear water you hear Harry coming up behind you as he moves past you he smiles “green suits you”. You blush a little and try to hide your face “thanks” you smile a little. Harry keeps walking a little further before diving in you watch him for a moment before you follow suit.

Coming back up to the surface you lay back looking up at the sky as you float to nowhere in particular after a few minutes you feel a tug in your foot. You look up and see Harry at your feet staring at you “I’ve got an idea….on the plane remember how you said to search Netflix, it gave me a bit of inspiration for a song”. You come back to stand on your own two feet “did you want to put it on paper?” You ask. Harry thinks on it for a moment before nodding “I don’t know if it’ll turn into anything but I’d love to try” he admits. You nod “lets give it a go and see what happens” you give him a brief smile and begin to walk back to shore. Harry watches as the swell of your hips begins to reappear from under the water, then your ass. He takes in a sharp breath your bikini didn’t leave much to the imagination, but he liked that.

“Y/n” he says coming up behind you “yeah?” You ask turning your head slightly but still walking “you look great” he smiles you respond by smiling back at him blushing a little “thanks H” making your way up to the sand you grab your towel and sunglasses drying yourself off a little before pulling on your cover up. You head inside with Harry and he sits down on the couch with his guitar in hand. He starts playing a few chords. “What are you thinking Styles? Where’s your head at with this one?” You ask he looks over at you “I think I’d like it to be a Betty and the jets kind of feel? Like a steady tempo but still solid.” You nod and sit at the piano that was in the middle of the room “ok, we can work with that”.

You and Harry work for a few hours and managed to get the chords for the new song. You grab your laptop and start adding the different elements in until it’s basically just a backing track for a verse, “this is good Harry” you smile “it’s got that kind of Elton John era vibe, it’s great” he smiles and thanks you. You’d been working for a few hours and you were starting to get cold, the sun was starting to disappear and you were definitely getting hungry. “Should we get some dinner?” You ask looking over at Harry he nods “I’m so hungry” he sighs causing you to giggle “why didn’t you say something?” You ask Harry shrugs “we were on a roll” you giggle standing up “I’m just going to shower quickly” you smile, ruffle his hair and lean down to kiss his cheek briefly before heading up to the bathroom.

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After getting dinner you and Harry decided to just relax for the night and put on a documentary he spreads himself out on the couch with you curling up in one of the corners, halfway through you glance at Harry in his grey t-shirt and soft cotton shorts you smile to yourself a little, he looked good, domestic, it was nice. “Tea?” You ask going to stand up Harry glances over at you with sleepy eyes “yes please love” he responds giving you a lazy smile. You head to the kitchen making two cups of tea before coming back to Harry he had paused the documentary not wanting you to miss anything. He watches you as you walk across the living space the oversized t-shirt you were wearing showing off your legs in a way Harry could appreciate.

“Thank you” he smiles softly “cold?” He asks noticing the goosebumps covering your thighs you nod a little “yeah but I’ll be ok” Harry grabs a blanket that was sitting on top of the couch “c’mere” he says softly unfolding the blanket to cover his own legs. You shuffle a little closer to him and he tosses the blanket over your legs, you pull it up snuggling down into a little sipping your tea. “Hey” you whisper softly shoving Harry’s side a little he glances at you smiling “yes boss?” He asks giving you his undivided attention, you smack his chest lightly at his comment causing him to chuckle “thank you…for letting me come with you” Harry smiles “thank you for coming” he responds “it’d be pretty lonely without you” he adds causing you to giggle a little. You curl up next to him resting your head just next to Harry’s shoulder. He looks down at you trying to hide his smile.

You both spend the rest of the documentary stealing little glances at one another, as the credits start to roll through Harry glances towards you expecting you to be wide awake, as he looks closer he noticed you were fast asleep. He slowly pulls the blanket off the both of you and tucks one arm under your legs and the other around your waist picking you up carrying you to the master bedroom. Harry tucked you into bed leaving a soft kiss to your forehead that caused you to stir, opening your eyes slowly you look up at Harry “sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you” he whispers “you fell asleep on the couch” you smile to yourself “thank you for tucking me in” you grasp Harry’s hand for a moment giving it a squeeze. You fall back to sleep and Harry let’s himself out to his own room.

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Waking up to the sun beating into the master bedroom was the perfect way to be disturbed the next morning. You sit up looking outside for a while before getting up heading to the shower. You throw your hair into a braid and pull on a sports bra and bike shorts throwing a pump cover over the top, your grab some socks and your runners before heading down to the kitchen to find Harry already up, his shirt missing but the cotton shorts from last night still hugging his hips.

“Morning” you smile Harry looks up and takes a moment before responding “Good morning” he smiles “where are you off to?” Harry asks “morning run, Mish and I normally go for a run everyday before I start working, wanna come?” You ask sitting on a kitchen chair to pull your shoes on. “Umm yeah actually I’d love to, give me five minutes” Harry says before racing down to change his clothes, he returns a few minutes later in running shorts and a muscle tank white crew socks adorning his feet his runners in hand. He quickly pulls them on doing them up pulling his hair up into a bun. You stare at him for a moment “you look cute with your hair up” you blurt out before even realising what you had said. Harry glanced at you a cheeky smirk on his lips “do I now?” He chuckles you blush standing up walking towards the front door “c’mon let’s get this run in” you smile. Harry follows close behind you.

You make it to the front of the house and stretch a little bit to ensure you won’t cramp. You start with a light jog just to warm up a little Harry following suit, you pick up the pace a little bit once you’re warm. You run around five kilometres before slowing down a little coming to a stop to catch your breath for a moment. “How you feeling there Styles?” You ask as Harry’s wiping sweat from his forehead that’s been dripping down his face for the last few kilometres “you do this everyday?” He asks you just nod before responding “I usually run until Mish starts to get tired then we run home before he’s out of steam”. Harry just looks at you “no wonder you’re so fit” he comments, you bite your lips softly and smile. “And you’re not?” You ask rhetorically “your abs exist H” you comment. You enjoyed cardio more than work outs, you felt like you got more from being outside and running instead of being in the gym working out, which in most cases you knew Harry had to opt for the gym otherwise his workouts would probably turn into accidental meet and greets.

“This is the first time I’ve run outside for ages, it’s great” he smiles in your direction “ready to go back?” He asks and you nod. You pick the pace up again and begin to run back towards the house, once you were about a kilometre away you glance at Harry who again was pouring with sweat “race y’back?” You ask, he just smirks and runs off on you. You chase after him eventually catching up and getting in front a little you run right around to the back of the house to the shore line “I hate to say it, but I think I beat you” you laugh as Harry finally catches up placing his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah yeah ok” he pants. You just laugh breathing deeply to catch your own breath. You cool off a little before kicking your shoes and socks off as well and pulling your shirt over your head “coming in?” You ask referring to the ocean that was directly behind you Harry nods just watching you for a moment admiring the body that you hid under your pump cover. You push yourself out into the ocean wading against the current cooling off in the Jamaican water.

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After a quick swim you both head inside to shower before meeting back in the kitchen to have breakfast. By the time Harry made it you were halfway through preparing omelettes for you both and putting together a small fruit platter for you to share. Harry starts some coffee before sitting at the table with a guitar in hand. He starts playing a little picking pattern while he watched you cook, as the coffee finished you look up glancing at Harry catching him staring at you causing you to smile and blush a little. “I like that, is it new?” You ask as Harry gets up to pour you both a cup, “I started playing around with it before we left, the more I play it the more I like it” he says placing a cup of coffee next to you stealing a few grapes from the platter on his way past.

Harry continues plucking away at the guitar and starts humming along “wherever I go….you bring me home.” You lean against the kitchen counter a little just watching Harry smiling. You finish up cooking breakfast and place Harry’s plate next to his notebook squeezing his shoulder lightly as you walk to your own seat grabbing your laptop to do some work. You both work in silence Harry humming and singing here and there eventually coming up with a hook to work around the rest of the song. “Just two hearts in one home….we’re both stubborn I know” Harry sings softly, the words resonated with you a little you look up from your laptop seeing Harry smiling in your direction. “What?” You ask softly a smile creeping onto your lips “I really like this” he smiles turning back to his notebook “you’re something else Styles” you whisper.

After another hour Harry had managed to get a hook and chorus somewhat under control. You’d cleaned up from breakfast and were setting up a makeshift recording booth for Harry to use. “It’s ready for you H” you whisper kissing Harry’s head ruffling his hair a little as you walk past him to grab your coffee “you’re the best thank you so much” he smiles heading in towards the setup.

Harry spent a good half of the day working on the song while you caught up on other work only helping him when he needed it. By the end of the day he’s recorded a demo and you were sitting on the couch with him tying up some loose ends. “This is really good H” you say after listening to the song a few times. Harry looks up at you with slightly red cheeks “what can I say, Jamaica is inspiring” he smirks “what do you say we get out of the house for a little while? We’ve been inside all day” Harry suggests. You nod standing up “why don’t we go and try something fun?” You suggest Harry starts packing some things away before speaking “what did you have in mind?” He asks “what about paddle boarding?” You ask pulling your hair up into a high bun.

Harry comes over to you smiling widely “I’ve always wanted to try that!” He says “get changed and meet back here in 10?” Harry asks you nod giggling at how excited Harry was. He pecks your cheek before racing off to his room. You pick out yet another bikini before heading back down to the beach to find Harry and a single paddle board. “H what happened?” You ask giggling a little walking closer to him. “I thought maybe we’d help one another until we get used to it?” He asks grinning. You ponder Harry’s idea for a moment before nodding “that actually sounds like a great idea”.

Harry watches as you both wade out into the water until the little waves were lapping at your waist he lets out a small chuckle splashing your back “heyyyy” you giggle turning to face him “what was that for?” You ask splashing him back causing him to let out a laugh then shrugs “you looked too pretty, had to mess you up a bit” you move back towards Harry a little “what do you mean I looked too pretty?” You ask knowing full well what you were doing to the poor man. “Y’know…we’re not even a week into a month long trip, if I’m going to see you in a bikini everyday the least y’could do is look worse doing it…it’s distracting.” You blush a little at Harry’s words.

You step even closer to Harry until there was just the paddle board between you “I’m distracting?” You ask. Harry let’s the board float past the both of you before nodding stepping close enough his hands could graze your waist “have you looked in the mirror lately? Ever since we’ve been here you’ve had a shirt on maybe twice, and you expect me to work in these conditions?” You smirk teasing him. Harry looks at you a little gobsmacked, you wait a moment before looking away “Harry” you say bluntly, he hums a little coming back to reality “yeah?” He asks ruffling his hair from his face “your paddle boards floating away” you say matter of factly. “Shit” he mumbles wading off after it causing you giggle, watching the muscles in his back relax and contract as he tried to catch up with the board got you a little worried for the rest of the trip.

Why couldn’t he have picked somewhere that would have required more clothes.

Harry catches up to the board and pushes it back towards you “maybe we should try paddle boarding tomorrow?” He asks out of breath. You nod “sounds like a good idea Styles” you walk back to shore together and lay on the sand for a while before Harry speaks up “so softy, how would you feel about going out for dinner tonight? We’ve worked pretty well the last few days we’re on track I think we deserve a little break” you glance over at Harry for a moment before rolling onto your front to look at him properly “isn’t this whole trip technically a break? We both just seem to have an inability to stop working” Harry sighs softly “that a good point….do you think it’s a bad thing? That we don’t stop?” You shake your head reaching over to push some of Harry’s hair from his face “I think we both love our jobs so much that it’s not actually work to us…what’s the saying ‘if you truely love your job you never work a day in your life’ I think that’s us.” Harry waits for a moment before speaking up “y’know a lot of people were skeptical about me asking you to produce for me, but I definitely think I made the right choice” he glances at you once more before laying his head back.

You sit in silence for a while just enjoying the sun and the sound of the waves behind you as the tide started to rise you could feel the ocean lapping at your feet “c’mon H, tides coming in” you say standing up holding a hand out to help Harry up. He gladly obliged taking your hand in his, as your about to pull him up from the sand Harry takes the liberty of pulling you down instead, you fall onto his chest a small shriek leaving your lips causing Harry to chuckle his hands grasping your waist “you didn’t give me and answer about dinner?” He smirks looking at you over the top of his sunglasses. You pause for a moment chewing on your lip “didn’t know I had to” you wink squirming from Harry’s grip before standing again “but if you really need one, yes, I’d love to go out for dinner” you answer holding your hand out to help Harry up again.

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Rinsing conditioner from your hair you couldn’t help but worry a little about dinner, you were close with Harry and couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, but blurring the lines between work and play was something you weren’t sure of. You also weren’t sure if you were reading way to far into this and Harry was just being a good friend.

Pulling your hair into a low bun, some little wispy pieces falling around to frame your face you admired the sun kissed glow you’d acquired these last few days. You felt pretty, something you rarely felt within the industry you’d dedicated your life to, it felt nice, different. Slipping into a flowy cotton dress and sandals you spray a little bit of perfume before heading back to the living room finding Harry sitting on the couch waiting scrolling through his phone. He looks up as he hears you coming and stands to meet you halfway, he stops in his tracks seeing you, your dress hugging your torso perfectly Harry would have swept you up off your feet there and then. “Wow, y/n you look beautiful” he smiles leaning over to kiss your cheek softly causing you to blush “you don’t clean up too badly yourself H.” You retort causing Harry to chuckle.

Being seated at dinner you didn’t realise how intimate the setting was, you thought Harry would have just picked somewhere that he found appealing, but this was almost as though he had put genuine thought and care into picking a restaurant. You were sat outside the warm breeze flowing throughout the dining area, you could hear waves crashing in the distance, while you were watching Harry peruse the menu through the warm light provided by the string lights and candles dotted around the venue. Harry groans a little from the other side of the table, “you ok?” You question opening up the menu yourself “I’ve never had so much trouble picking something to eat, it all sounds so good” he grumbles causing you to giggle “Harry, I think that’s what they call a first world problem…” you wait a moment before continuing “why don’t we order a couple of entrees and share them, kind of like tapas?” You suggest. Harry ponders your suggestion for a moment before nodding “you’re too smart for me sometimes” he smiles.

You both pick a couple of things each and decide to have some fun with drinks letting Harry pick for the both of you for first round. This went back and forth for a while until you were noticeably tipsy, mostly due to your lack of filter. Harry was staring at your across the table while you were both waiting for desserts, you try to hold back your smile “I still don’t get how you don’t have a girlfriend Styles” Harry looks at your surprised by your admission “what do you mean?” He asks leaning back in his seat a little diverting his attention to you “you can give a girl so much, like this holiday, we’re staying in a gorgeous house on the beach, going out for nice dinners, but you’re still so down to earth…and I mean look at you, your so attractive it’s annoying, you’re just…perfect” you sigh. Harry stares at you for a moment trying to find the right words. “I guess I’m just waiting for the right time, the right person, you know as well as anyone m’life is hectic, can’t afford to be emotionally unavailable and I guess physically, that wouldn’t be fair.”

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The food you and Harry decided on was some of the best food you’d ever eaten, but the cocktails may have been partially responsible. Walking back to the house after dinner you were a little out of hand just about running rings around Harry. He had been a little glum since leaving dinner, you wander back to Harry and settle at his side walking next to him “what’s wrong Styles? You’ve been quiet since we left dinner” you ask bumping your elbow to his side. Harry glances at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder giving you a soft squeeze letting you go again “I’m ok” he smiles softly. You stop walking and pull Harry back towards you “Harry…c’mon I know you well enough to know somethings up” you say softly.

He stops walking and faces you looking at his feet “I…” he pauses before looking up at you eyes wide “I’ve got an idea” he says reaching out for your hand which you gladly take. You walk, almost strut back to the house to try and keep up with Harry’s pace. He goes straight to the piano and sits down starting to play a few notes finding the right key. You sat watching as Harry started to hum “Oh, tell me something….” He sits back a little writing a few things down “I don’t already know” he goes back and forth humming a few words writing a few things down as you sit back watching. Before you know it Harry had the hook, chorus and a verse for Ever Since New York.

You sit back just watching Harry giving him his space to get out what he needed to get out. When it seemed he’d gotten as far as he was going to for the night you moved to sit next to him. Listening and now reading over the lyrics Harry had just birthed they resonated with you, you felt he was holding back you glance over to see him already looking at you. “We met in New York” you whisper softly Harry nods his expression not changing “I know” he responds “Harry, what is it?” He sighs a little chewing the inside of his cheek “I like spending time with you, I really like having you around, I like you a lot y/n.” He admits his eyes searching your own for some idea of how you were feeling. You look at Harry a little shocked at first before you even had time to process things his lips had connected with your cheek “m’sorry love, I shouldn’t have said anything” before you knew it Harry had got up from his seat and left to his bedroom leaving you sat alone in front of the piano.

It took you a few minutes to try and collect your thoughts. Did Harry just admit he had feelings for you? You weren’t sure of what to do, part of you wanted to go to Harry’s room to confront him about his expression, but another part of you wanted to respect his boundaries. You decided to leave it for the night not wanting to upset Harry and wanting to respect boundaries. You head to bed and toss and turn for hours on end eventually at around 3am you go out of bed and head back to the living area where you’d setup the make shift studio, to find Harry already there.

You make some tea before coming up behind Harry placing his cup on top of the piano where he was sat “couldn’t sleep?” You ask softly sitting next to him, Harry just shakes his head “thank you for the tea” he says softly, you smile a little “it’s ok H…hey” you say wrapping your hand around Harry’s “I’m sorry about earlier, you just caught be off guard H, look at me please” you ask softly as he grasps your hand moving to face you “I really like you Harry and spending time with you here just made me realise how much I like you” you lean over kissing Harry’s shoulder before resting your head against it. You tuck your hand under Harry’s and start playing the intro to a song you’d been working on for a while but not shown to Harry yet.

You feel his gaze burning into your side before his lips met your temple “is that new?” He asks pulling you closer to him you stop playing snuggling to Harry’s side shaking your head “I’ve been working on it for a while just kept getting stuck, I promise I’ll play it for you when it’s finished” you smile. Harry looks down on you smiling “I like that idea…why don’t we put a movie on to see if we can sleep?” He asks. You nod “yes please” you say softly getting up Harry follows closely behind you one hand on your waist to guide you. Harry let’s you snuggle up on the couch next to him he pulls a blanket over you both before flicking the tv on once you both agree on a movie he wraps an arm around you pulling you closer placing a kiss to your temple.

Not long after the movie started you began to drift off you rest your head on Harry’s chest and finally let sleep take you over. Harry noticed how quickly you fell asleep and couldn’t help her smile and admire the woman before him, he let you settle into your slumber before deciding you tuck you into bed. Harry slowly and carefully moves to pick you up carrying you to your room, you stir a little snuggling yourself into Harry’s arms further. He lays you on the bed gently and pulls the covers up to keep you warm, you whimper at the loss of contact and begin to wake “Harry…” you whine he stops in his tracks kneeling down next to the bed “you’re ok sweetheart, get some sleep” you reach out to take his hand, “stay please” you whisper taking Harry’s large hand in your own small ones. Harry couldn’t help but melt he leans over kissing your forehead softly “of course” he smiles sliding in next to you pulling you closer by your waist. You both drift off to sleep quite quickly snuggled up in one another.

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The next morning things felt surreal, waking up next to Harry in Jamaica, you still had so many questions about what was happening but just knowing you both got your feeling out in the open settled your anxiety. Sitting up a little you expected the sun to be shining through the bedroom window illuminating the sea in front of you but what you were met with was stormy skies and rain. You sigh a little laying back on your pillow watching the rain for a while. You glance over at Harry to see him still sound asleep you smile leaning over kissing his cheek before sliding out of bed.

Regardless of the day you still had full intention of going for a run. You head down to the kitchen to grab some water before coming back to shower, you return to the bedroom in just your towel to grab some clothes “good morning” Harry greets causing you to jump “H!..I thought you were still asleep” you pant trying to catch your breath. “Sorry” he chuckles smiling “still going for a run? In this weather?” He asks raising a brow you nod smiling a little “it’s just a little bit of rain, do you want to come?” You ask grabbing some activewear opting for just bike shorts and a crop not wanting a pump cover due to the humidity.

Harry glands out the window then back at you then throws the covers off himself “let me find some clothes” he says getting up rushing off to his room you giggle a little as he runs off. You pull your shoes on and wait at the front door for Harry. He eventually appears just in running shorts, his shoes in his hand he pulls them on before meeting you at the door leaning down kissing your cheek “apricot suits you” Harry smiles referring to your activewear. You blush a little and open the door “c’mon you flirt, let’s go” you giggle looping your fingers around Harry’s in a loose hold. He looks down at your hand and smiles giving your hand a quick squeeze.

Much like the day before you start with a light jog until your warm before stepping things up a little. You were a few strides ahead of Harry still when you hear him coming up behind you, he makes it out in front of you and you notice his hair was dripping where it had come loose from its bun and his body was glistening with a mix of rain water and sweat. You got a little caught up watching Harry and almost trip letting out a little shriek catching yourself before you fell, you tried to play it off but you’d slowed down and lost a bit of distance on Harry. He looks behind him when he hears you shriek and sees you were a little further away than anticipated.

Harry comes over to you panting a little “are you ok?” He asks. You couldn’t even give the man a proper answer just gawking at his body you mouth hanging open a little your chest heaving. You wanted to box this memory up and keep it forever. You motion for Harry to come closer to which he obliged, he reached out pushing a little bit of hair from your eyes tucking it behind you ear caressing your cheek a little “sweetheart…y’ok?” Harry asks again stepping closer concerned that you hadn’t answered him. As you opened your mouth to respond there was a flash of lightning followed by a huge clap of thunder. You jump looking up at the sky before it went from tolerable rain to torrential Harry’s hand drops to your waist squeezing your side a little trying to hide the fact the thunder and lightning had also scared him. You take a moment before glancing at him “let’s get back” you say over the sound of the rain. Moving away from Harry’s grip turning back towards the house you begin to run, you glance to your side and see Harry next to you, he was glancing at you on and off.

Harry still wasn’t entirely convinced that nothing was going on, he had told you about his feelings and he felt you may have been holding back in your own. Arriving back at the house both of you completely soaked you kick your shoes off and pull your wet socks off at the door. Harry doing the same. “I’m going to head to the shower, meet you in the kitchen? I’ll cook us breakfast?” You ask. Harry nods smiling lightly not saying anything. You head off and shower warming yourself up a little before throwing on an oversized top and some cotton shorts before heading back to the kitchen. You cook breakfast for yourself and Harry who was yet to return from his own shower. After breakfast Harry still hadn’t come back so you head into the living room sitting at the piano.

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After almost two hours Harry still hadn’t come back, but you had managed to finish the song you had been writing and you wanted Harry to have it. It was like everything you felt for Harry and your struggle was in the song. You sit fiddling with it a little while longer trying to work on some of the harmonies, ‘same white shirt, couple more tattoos’ you try this line a few times before sighing moving forward ‘we’re not who we used to be, we’re not who we used to be, we’re just two ghosts…” you smile a little to yourself finding the harmony. You jump a little as Harry speaks up “you sound incredible, better than I do” he smiles. You look over for him seeing him standing at the edge of the living room with some grapes in hand. “How long have you been standing there? I was getting worried about you” You ask he chuckles softly “long enough, just had to take a few calls” he moves closer to come and sits next to you “I want you to have it” you whisper looking at him “I want you to sing it H, but only if you want to.” You say softly glancing at him. Harry couldn’t help but smile “what? To sing it? Pet it’s yours” he groans bumping your side a little, you shake your head “just….listen to the whole thing then decide?” You suggest repositioning yourself at the piano..

You begin playing Two Ghosts for Harry and by the end of it he had a few loose tears on his cheeks. He breathes out heavily “fuck” he sighs “you’re too good at this, y’know that?” Harry asks and you reach up with wipe his cheeks “y’ok?” You ask softly taking his hand, Harry squeezes your hand leaning over to kiss your head softly “I want to do it” he says wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You glance up at him surprised that he said yes. “Really?” You ask Harry just nods shifting his body to face you “it’s perfect sweetheart” you blush looking up at him with pleading eyes “thank you” you whisper resting your forehead to his.

“Y/n…” Harry whispers, you hum in response brushing your nose against Harry’s. All you could think about was how close your lips were to his. “Can I-” you cut Harry off before he can finish his sentence pressing your lips to his own. Harry immediately grips your wasit as you turn your body more to face him his soft pink lips encapsuling your own perfectly after a few minutes both you and Harry must have realised what you had done, you pulled away almost at the same time, each giving the other a moment to say something, anything. Harry’s hand moves to push some hair from your face before cupping your cheek “I- umm, was that-” Harry fumbles with his words a little looking at you in absolute awe. You just nod leaning closer to Harry wrapping your arms around him “I love Jamaica so much” you whisper Harry just smiles leaning in to kiss you again pulling you into his lap.

He slowly pulls away running his hands up your back causing you to break out in goosebumps, Harry bites his lip softly not being able to contain his smile “I wish we could stay like this forever” he mumbles kissing your jaw causing you to giggle, “I think Jeff would hate us if we did that” you smirk. Harry hums reaching up to peck your lips softly. You stay in each others arms for a moment before Harry’s phone begins to ring. He sighs softly placing a small peck to your nose as you climb off his lap. Plucking his phone from the top of the piano Harry sees Mitch’s name pop up he answers putting it on speaker “hey mate, y’alright?” Harry greets you stand and kiss Harry’s cheek before heading off the kitchen wanting to give Harry at least a little bit of privacy. “I’m good mate, just checking in to see how everything’s going?” Mitch’s voice echoed through the living space “great, everything’s really great, we’ve made great progress” you could hear the smile in Harry’s voice which caused you to blush knowing he wasn’t talking about the progress with writing.

Harry and Mitch chat for a while about the album and some of the songs they had written together before Harry came to Jamaica. After around thirty minutes of chatting they sound as though they had covered everything they needed to. “Ok, I’ll see you when your back in town then…oh! Wait how are things going with Y/n?” You perk up at the sound of your name wondering what Harry could have told Mitch for him to ask about you. The three of you had done some work together prior to the trip and you had a very annoying brother sister type of relationship with Mitch which got you wondering if maybe Harry had said something to him prior to you coming away with him. “Y’know it’s great” Harry chuckles softly “she’s amazing and we work really well together, this trip has been incredible” you hear Harry sigh softly “but?” Mitch asks sensing Harry wasn’t finished “part of me wants to just stay here with her, Y’know? M’happy and I don’t know the last time I was genuinely happy” he admits which overhearing the conversation surprised you a little. “Mate, Y’know she’s coming back to the same place you are, you’ll still see her and work with her, just enjoy it while y’can yeah?” You peek into the living space seeing Harry nod before responding. They chat a little longer about when Harry will be back in the UK before ending the call. You decide to leave Harry be for a moment heading over to open some door and windows now the weather had cleared up.

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The sea was screaming for you after you and Harry had spent the afternoon working on the album and trying to keep your hands off each other. “C’mon you, let’s get out of the house for a while” you smile kissing his cheek before racing off to change into a bikini. The high rise cheeky bottoms showing you off to Harry the way you wanted and the tie front top pushing your breasts together in a way even you could admire.

You head outside sighing softly at the way the sun hit and warmed your skin perfectly. Harry soon followed behind you “I like the view” he smirks from behind you. You turn and glance at him blushing slightly “shut up Styles” you bite your lip softly as he moves closer kissing your cheek softly before moving past you into the water “coming in?” He calls out already waist deep in water. You giggle a little at how cute he was being before following suit until you were standing directly in front of him. His hands automatically reach for your hips pulling you closer to him while your arms wrap around his shoulders, hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck “I know Dunkirk is coming up soon, does that mean you have to cut your hair?” You ask softly looking up at Harry who nods a little “yeah, it’ll be cut and donated the day after we get home” he says just loud enough to hear over the waves lapping at your sides. “Do you not want me to cut it?” He asks curiously. You shake your head “I love that you want to help someone else and donate it H, it’s humble” he simply smiles and leans down kissing you softly.

You spend most of the afternoon in the water together and finally trying to paddle board which just led to Harry laying on the paddle board soaking up the sun instead. Eventually you both got out of the water and found comfort on the beach lounges “so Styles….how’s the album looking, what have we got so far?” You ask grabbing your phone opening your notes to make a list of what Harry and already written and what you had written together so far. “Well” he starts “we wrote and recorded Complicated Freak, Medicine, Baby Honey, Anna and Kiwi before we even left, oh and Sign of the Times and Only Angel, so far we have written Ever since New York, Two ghosts and Sweet Creature and I’m part way through probably four more songs, so we’re close”

“We’ve done a lot for only being here for a week” you smile at Harry who was already looking at you. He reaches out to push some hair from your face tucking it behind your ear “we have, haven’t we” he smiles pulling you into his lap taking your phone putting it aside before resting his hands on your thighs that were straddling his hips. You lean down pecking Harry’s lips softly dropping your hips a little so your torso was aligned with his. You could feel him growing hard in his swim trunks as he connected his lips back to yours humming against them.

You slowly pull away slightly just enough to be able to lick and suck at Harry’s bottom lip without completely losing contact. Harry’s hands move from your thighs to your rump pushing your hips down into his growing cock eliciting a groan that could have been music to your ears. The way you were straddling Harry’s front meant your clit was being stimulated by his tip driving you wild causing you to grind harder. “Is this ok?” Harry mumbles on your lips as he hooks his thumbs into your bikini bottoms “this is perfect” you respond instantly lifting your hips allowing Harry to push your bottoms down you kick them off to the side as Harry’s fingers graze up the inside of your thigh until they reach your centre. You connect your lips with Harry’s again slowly moving to kiss down his neck and chest paying particular attention to his butterfly tattoo. “H, can I take these off?” You ask wrapping your fingers around the waistband of his swim trunks. Harry simply nods not able to take his eyes off you. He helps you to take them off lifting his hips until his hard on springs free resting on his stomach. You bite your lip softly taking in Harry’s size before making your way down to kiss laurel tattoos. Harry moved to rest an arm under his head to be able to see you he inhales a sharp breath as you kiss up his length before taking him in your hand giving him a few lazy pumps.

Harry begins to leak a little causing you to smirk up at him “that desperate for me Styles?” You giggle “well you’ve been teasing me long enough” He smirks tucking your hair behind your ear. Without saying another word you settle a hand at Harry’s base to steady him, slowly licking up his length. Harry lets out a sigh, his eyes closing over and head resting back on his arm letting your mouth go to work. You place your tongue under Harry’s tip lapping up the pre-cum that had accumulated, working your tongue around his tip Harry groans out moving to hold your hair back. “That’s my girl…” Harry whimpers softly as you take his length in your mouth, trying to fit as much of him in as your body would allow before gagging, “taking me so well baby” Harry sighs thrusting up a little to meet your own movements. You come up for a moment to catch your breath when Harry pulls you back onto his chest connecting his lips to yours “so perfect” he mumbles on your lips moving your legs to straddle him. His hard cock nestled perfectly between your folds, you hum on Harry’s lips slowly beginning to grind against him the movements stimulating you both, causing the wetness between your legs to build, lubing Harry up perfectly. He shudders feeling your wetness against him, his tip grazing your entrance “c’mere” you whisper lifting your hips ever so slightly before positioning Harry at your entrance.

You slowly sink down onto his member, you suck your breath in before letting out a satisfied moan, loving the way Harry was filling you up, you simply stay as you were for a moment letting yourself adjust to Harry’s size leaning down placing some slow soft kisses to his lips, leaving your hands on his chest you slowly begin to rock finding a nice slow rhythm that was causing Harry to squirm “feels so good sweetheart, m’not gunna last long like this” he whimpers placing his hands on your rump pulling your hips towards his a little quicker. You speed up your pace and soon enough your both turned into one big sweaty mess as Harry turns you over onto your back without even needing to pull out and reposition himself.

He begins pounding you from this position running a hand down your calf until it reaches just above your ankle, Harry hoists it up to his shoulder kissing down your leg a little. You moan out gripping the edge of the lounge chair as Harry leans down pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, teeth and tongues clashing and moaning into each others mouths you start to feel your orgasm building rapidly in this new position, you kiss down Harry’s neck before looking him in the eye mouth agape “H…” you groan tipping your head back “I’m so close, gunna make me cum” you whimper holding his bicep your nails digging into the skin.

Harry just groans nipping at the skin on your neck and around your nipples kissing each one before coming back to your lips “let go for me baby, cum on my cock sweetheart” Harry grumbles on your lips as he reached down with his spare hand rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb driving you wild. Your breath hitches in your throat and your hips lift as you place your hand over Harry’s pushing him to rub you faster sending your over the edge. Letting out a shriek your hips drop back down as your orgasm takes over your body your entire body shaking as your pussy pulses around Harry’s cock seemingly sending him to his own climax his thrusts turning to lazy pumps as he fills you with his ribbons of white fluid he collapses onto your chest breathing heavily “shit” he whispers softly as his member twitches inside you “I’m sorry love, didn’t mean to cum in you, you’re just….wow” he sighs glancing up at you pecking your lips loosely. Your hands find his hair before responding “it’s ok H, I’m on birth control, cum in me all you want” you whisper on his lips. You feel him smirk and buck his hips forward a little teasing you, you gasp at the pleasurable overstimulation.

You stay tangled in one another for around twenty minutes as you both come down from your highs Harry’s hand stroking your side “y’ok?” He whispers softly kissing across your cheek before making it to your lips “amazing” you whisper back pecking his lips as some goose bumps begin to form on your arms “cold sweetheart?” Harry asks, but before you’d even responded he’d bundled your up in his arms and was carrying you inside to the master bathroom. Harry sets you down on the counter in the bathroom before heading over to the bath turning the water on adding some bubble bath to the water before returning to you his hands coming to rest on your waist “you should use the bathroom pet, we don’t want you getting an infection” he whispers kissing your cheek softly “I’ll go grab some clothes for us” Harry goes to walk away but you grab his hand pulling him back towards you wrapping your arms around his neck “why don’t you bring all your clothes back?” You whisper just loud enough that Harry could hear over the running water he simply smiles “want me to stay with you?” He asks picking up on what you were implying. You simply nod biting your lip trying to hide your smile Harry breaks out in that trademark grin and leans down kissing your passionately “I’d love nothing more” he whispers on your lips “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes ok?” He asks kissing your nose. You nod as Harry reluctantly let’s go of your body scooting off to go and collect his belongings. While he’s gone you go to the bathroom like he asked before making some room for his things on the counter.

On Harry’s return you were turning the water off for the tub turning the lights down so you were able to watch the sunset together. Harry wanders back in with his toiletries in hand placing them on the counter before coming over wrapping his arms around you from behind kissing along your shoulder you hum placing your arms over Harry’s. “Baths ready for us, I’ll grab us some towels” you say softly escaping Harry’s grip heading into the bedroom you grab some towels and yours and Harry’s phones before coming back. On return Harry’s was standing at the floor to ceiling window that over looked the beach as the sun hit him perfectly you quickly swipe across to the camera app on your phone taking a quick snap of Harry, illuminated by the golden sun, ass on full display. Unfortunately you hadn’t had your phone on silent, so the click of the camera gave you away and Harry’s head instantly swung in your direction. “What’cha up to miss?” He asks making his way over to you “just admiring” you giggle a little trying to hide your phone “give us a look” Harry chuckles trying to grab your phone from your hands as your cheeks flush bright red trying to keep your phone away from him, eventually Harry’s long arms prove your short ones useless grabbing your phone looking at the photo “who’s this? Do I know’im?” Harry asks you scoff a little smiling up at Harry “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself, you looked too good” you smile softly. Harry places your phone down on the counter and cups your cheeks “don’t apologise sweetheart, I’m just messing around” he smiles leaning down to kiss you softly “ready to hop in?” He asks hands moving down to rub your hips. You nod “yeah, just need to tie my hair back” you smile pecking his lips before moving out of Harry’s grip to grab a hair tie. You pull your hair into a loose bun with a few pieces hanging around your face turning around you see Harry already in the water smiling over at you admiring what he so badly wanted to be his.

Heading toward the bath Harry holds his hand out to help you climb in before settling your back in his chest his legs either side of yours, his arms around your torso rubbing circles into your skin as you both watch the sun go down. “You’re so beautiful” Harry whispers in your ear causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin, you hum softly resting your head back on his shoulder as he kisses down your neck a little before going to back to watching the sunset, it was in this moment that you realised Harry wasn’t watching the sunset at all, in the reflection in the window you could see you both, Harry had been watching you the whole time. In that moment you knew this is what you wanted with this man you had fallen for Harry because Harry had fallen for you, you turn in his hold a little placing a finger under his chin directing his face to yours before placing your lips to his in a delicate kiss.

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Snuggling into Harry in bed he kisses your forehead softly “Harry?” You ask looking up at him, he hums resting his forehead to yours “what are we going to do?” You whisper softly “what do you mean pet?” He responds placing a kiss to your forehead. “What happens when we go home? Do things go back to how they were?” You ask nervously. Harry rolls over onto his side to look at you properly, “is that what you want?” He asks a worried look covering his face. You shake your head trying to hold yourself together “no…not at all” he smiles a little cupping your cheeks. “Well, I’d love for us to see where things go in our normal lives, see if we can make us work, go on dates together, keep writing and working together, even go for runs together with Mish?” He asks, you smile giggling a little, feeling like a giddy teenager. “I’d love that” you say pecking Harry’s lips he pulls you closer deepening the kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, next thing you know Harry’s under the covers with his curly mane between your legs eating you out perfectly.

“Fuck your gorgeous” Harry mumbles on your skin as he kisses back up to your lips “roll onto your side baby” Harry whispers before tucking himself behind you kissing down your spine a little before slipping his boxers off “y’ok babe?” Harry asks kissing your neck, you twist to look at Harry nodding “I’m amazing H” you smile pulling him toward you kissing him passionately as he pushes himself into you causing you to gasp interlocking your hands with his.

Harry pumps himself into you slowly cradling you in his arms. He made slow love to you for hours wanting to spoil you and be as close to you as he possibly could. There was no sense of urgency, and no race to finish, it was just you and Harry enjoying the intimate moment together.

Eventually it got too much for Harry cumming inside of you for the second time this trip. “Why do you have to be so perfect” Harry groans smiling up at you his chest glistening with sweat. You giggle a little leaning down to whisper in his ear “I’m not done yet superstar” Harry smirks his hands running up your back pulling you into him kissing you in a needy fashion. “What is it baby?” He asks slowly pulling away “I wanna ride the tiger” you whisper on his lips smirking winning at him.

Harry looks at you a little dumbfounded “you wanna cum again sweet girl?” He asks you nod looking at him with pleading eyes biting your lip “yes please” you smirk. Harry chuckles softly “how can I say no to such good manners” he smiles as you lift off him nestling yourself onto his thigh. You lock eyes with Harry as you reach your hand to your mouth licking across your fingers before reaching down to your clit to help with moving against Harry’s thigh.

Watching you Harry groans placing his hands on your thighs giving them a squeeze as you begin to move against him, before long your movements were paced and stimulating including for Harry who was holding your hips guiding over his permanent art “you…are so fucking stunning sweet girl” he pants on your lips causing you to moan as Harry moved his leg a little stimulating you further, his cum leaking from you coating his thigh.

”Harry…” you pant squeezing your eyes shut “I’m…” you couldn’t even bring yourself to finish your sentence “I know sweetheart” he whispers within seconds your nails were digging into Harry’s shoulders as your head tipped back Harry’s mouth attached to your nipple adding another element to your climax “fuck!” You moan out as your body convulses against Harry practically clinging to him.

Calming down Harry helps you to lay next to him body’s entangled in one another Harry leaving delicate kisses over your face and chest “can I tell you something?” Harry whispers pushing your hair from your neck placing a few chaste kisses there before pulling away slowly as you nod “I’ve had feelings for you since we started working together, you’re kind of my muse for a lot of my writing, Mitch is the only one that really knows how deep they go” Harry sighs a little “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” you look up at Harry shaking your head “don’t apologise babe, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for you within a few weeks of working with you” you giggle a little.

Harry pulls you closer wrapping his arms around you kissing you softly “staying in Jamaica with you for good is sounding better and better” Harry smirks on your lips. You giggle a little on Harry’s lips “don’t tempt me, I might be in trouble with your fans and Jeff for keeping to you myself” you mumble kissing him back. “I’d be ok with that” Harry responds before rolling you onto your back starting what was to be a long strenuous night.

enjoy this little but not so little one, it’s been sitting in the drafts for a while and not proof read super well so please be kind!

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holyhead-hufflepuff · 1 year

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the great war

DRACO MALFOY X READER

"My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War" - Taylor Swift

notes: this was an anon request for a third-person draco malfoy fic so enjoy!!

"HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED RETURNS." The headline forced witches and wizards everywhere to prepare for the inescapable; they had to make a choice. Muggleborns huddled in the corners of the wizarding world, hands shaking and voices hushed. They had to choose between the fight for their lives or the flight that'll cost them everything. Half-bloods everywhere sat in the kitchen as lights everywhere dimmed and debated their options; fight alongside a child, fight alongside evil, or turn the other cheek. Many closed their eyes in shame at the thought of choosing the latter. Could they turn their cheeks and wipe away the blood— the remorse of playing an 'innocent onlooker?'

Then, some read the headline without internal conflict brewing in their hearts. Harry Potter knew his place; his fate was sealed by a prophecy, and he would carry the weight on his shoulders until the end. Ron Weasley was raised to know this was wrong; his loyalty to Harry, Hermione, and the cause would push him to see it through. Hermione Granger knew what would come of the world if she ran; her identity and belonging to both worlds would give her the courage to finish it.

Then there was Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy knew his place. His fate was sealed by a mark on his parents' arms. He was raised to know that you believe what's wrong if you want to survive. He only had one identity. He was a Malfoy.

Death Eaters, his followers, had been conditioned and told to believe in Voldemort's return. Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Y/N Y/L/N, and many others saw the headline and knew what it meant. This was the start of the war they were told to be prepared for. This was the cause that they would lay down their lives for. There was no choice; this was what they were raised for.

"Sometimes, when I lay in your arms, I imagine that we're entirely different people — that we won't have to turn into people we hate whenever he calls." It was a bold statement to say aloud, especially within Hogwart's walls, but y/n could feel that this was the last night. Y/N could feel the burn of their mark intensifying, the tension becoming palpable, and the guilt creeping into their soul.

Draco was quiet, his arms tightening around y/n as their breathing quickened as more time sat between their thoughts and Draco's response.

"I get it," Draco breathed out, breaking the silence and allowing himself to say what he'd been thinking for years. "I used to pretend I was someone else occasionally when I was a child. It's been more frequent since I got the mark. I'll lay awake while you sleep beside me and wonder how I'll beg for forgiveness from our future grandchildren."

"Before they villainize us in textbooks, will they ask why we did it? Will they ask themselves why children were even used in the first place?"

"No, but I ask myself that a lot."

"Do you feel this is the last night we'll have, too?"

"Yes."

"I-I sometimes think that I can't go through with it." Y/N's voice shook as the words tumbled out, ugly and exposing the worst thought imaginable. To their family and to Voldemort, this was a thought of treason. To Draco, this was a thought of unbelievable bravery and stupidity.

Draco pulled away from y/n, his face cold and unreadable. "Stop it. You can't say things like that — not here and not to me."

"Why am I ready to die for a cause that I doubt? Why are you willing? I look at Potter and his little band of misfits whose chances are slim to none, and I wonder how their faith in the cause carries them through. They are laying their lives down for something they believe in, and we're-"

"We're keeping ourselves and our families alive, y/n. My mum and dad are one more mistake away from losing their lives, and I refuse to be that mistake."

"I know our circumstances are different, but I can't help but wonder if my parents wished they had made another choice. I look my dad in the eye and see fear. I don't see loyalty to the cause, and honestly, I don't see loyalty to-"

"I call my you, my followers, and every dark creature that has pledged their loyalty to me. I call you to begin the attack against Hogwarts."

The pain of their marks blinded them; for a moment, the two moved as one. They moved away from each other and towards their wands — in complete unison and with total devotion. The moment lasted less than a minute. Draco was propelled by his family, but y/n was hindered by hesitation.

"I have to go, but we will see each other again. This is the last night before everything changes but not our last night together." Draco grabbed his mother's wand and looked back at y/n momentarily. "I love you."

"I love you, but I'm sorry. I can't do this — Draco, I'm going to fight, but not alongside you." The words hung in the air; Draco and y/n were frozen in time as they shared a bittersweet look.

"I love you," Draco repeated, his eyes glassy. Y/N would have thought it was a parting gift or goodbye, except for the genuine smile. "We will see each other again, and I will tell our grandchildren about how brave you were in this moment."

With that, a sign of hope, Draco apparated. He wasn't sure if he could choose to be as defiant and brave, but for the first time in a long time, he felt rebellion fluttering in his heart.

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dixonsgirl93 · 5 months

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How the Harry Potter men would act around you (their crush) when they’re drunk

Sirius Black

- He’d be very open and flirty with you, finding any excuse to touch you, your arm, your hair. Innocent touches but touches nonetheless

- He’d very obviously want to kiss you but wouldn’t push you for it, he may even just tell you how much he wants to to see how you’d react

- He’d open up to you (not unprompted) about his life and going to Azkaban (he’d rather not think about it but he can’t help but open up to you). He enjoys the care you show for him suffering, especially loving when you’d put a reassuring hand over his as he spoke.

- He would not be able to take his eyes off you all night

Lucius Malfoy

- He goes quiet when he’s drunk, enjoying how relaxed it makes him feel, taking stress from his everyday life. I’m a conversation with you, he’d prefer to listen. Asking occasional questions to know/understand more and get you to talk more.

- He likes to watch you enjoy yourself, observe you from afar. He’d find out a lot of things doing this, although he’s not intentionally spying, more so just enjoying the view.

- If you were to get closer in a private space, he’d be surprisingly touchy, gliding his hands all over you, over your cheeks before gently kissing you

- He starts to talk about his wealth to show he could spoil you but would be surprised when you don’t seem interested in that at all

Remus Lupin

- He’d strike up a conversation with you about if you’re enjoying yourself, moving on to subjects you have equal interests in. You’d quickly lose the night away, sitting close together and talking excitedly about different topics

- As the conversation would turn to more personal topics, his rare flirty nature would make an appearance. He’d seem flustered by his own boldness since he’s usually nothing like it while sober

- You’d flirt back and forth about both being single. He’d say you’re far too beautiful and smart for a man to not have swiped you up yet and then he’d slip in that he would consider himself the luckiest man alive

- It would be clear that you’d want to kiss but he’d stop himself, saying he’d rather your first kiss be sober, so he knows it’s real and can remember every detail. And that would make you want him more

- The rest of the night you’d share a glance, thinking of nothing but that promised kiss when you’re both sober.

Mad-Eye Moody

- He’d be staring at you more than usual, not just with his magical eye but his normal one too but he’d look away quick whenever you look at him, out of embarrassment

- He’d desperately want to spill his feelings, the words on the tip of his tongue. He’d want to say how beautiful he found you, with flushed cheeks and a genuine smile of joy.

- He’d want to show you his secret talent, that he can play the acoustic guitar

- He’d be more open with Molly about his feelings for you, hoping to get advice about how to approach you (you’d suspect something was up because they’d both be looking at you from across the room

- Eventually he’d strike up a conversation with you, flattering you and being surprised when you flirt back with him

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hotforharrysheart · 1 year

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Surprise

It’s a good thing Harry got an urgent call just after supper, this would give you enough time to put your surprise into action. He’d always enjoyed surprising you with sexy moments, it was well past time for him to have one. The other gift you ordered from Hayley had arrived just before you had headed to the beach so you had stashed it in a cabinet under the bathroom sink hoping Harry wouldn’t find it, but you were anxious to see how it turned out. You quietly closed and locked the bathroom door so you could open it in private. You sat primly on the commode lid and ripped open the cardboard box to reveal a burgundy red velvet box with a beautiful black, silk, four loop, gordian frog fastener and a black tassel attached. You stroked the tassel between your thumb and forefinger and took a deep breath then bit your bottom lip and smirked to yourself, “Naughty,” you whispered to yourself, then slapped your hand over your lips and snickered. You mentally chastised yourself and sat up straight thinking that surely you were more mature than to snicker on the toilet in the locked bathroom. You softly pushed the tassel through the loop and opened the box. Inside sat two beautiful small chrome anal plugs. You picked one up and on the back in bold black was “HErS” engraved, just like his anklet. You run your fingers over the recessed letters and whisper, “Harry Edward Styles, hers…mine,” then quickly picked up the other one and found the same engraving, but with “H!S”, just like your anklet, “Harry Styles, his,” you whisper with a smile. The craftsmanship is incredible. Your mind flashes with sweaty, curled limbs, softly whispered filthy words in Harry’s low raspy voice, and a flood of arousal shoots through you. You press your thighs together seeking a little stimulation. This is going to be some experience.

You come out of the bathroom and go downstairs to the kitchen table and pull out the beautiful pink stationary you bought in the shops at The Headlands and you write out an invitation for Harry to come see you in the pink room. You bite your bottom lip and smile as you fold the paper, grab the wax disk and use the match to melt the wax and stamp an elaborate ‘S�� using the metal stamp. You giggle to yourself as you pad up the stairs and slip the letter under the door of his makeshift office and walk to your bedroom and into your closet and pull the lever to the pink room. You go to the lingerie closet and find the very first set of lingerie he ever bought you - the dark red Gucci set. You slip it on and pull on the stockings and attach them to the garter belts. You look at your reflection in the mirror and finger comb your hair into soft waves and then grab the box and go lay on the chaise - arms up, knees together and pulled up, your special surprise right above your head. Now it’s time to wait.

Harry smiles as he sees the invitation slip under the door as Jeffery drones on about his schedule for September. He picks it up and admires the paper and sits down and cracks the seal with a satisfying snap.

“Your presence is requested in the pink room for a very very special surprise. Your Jezebel.”

He licks his lips and sucks his lips into his mouth. Fuck, she’s something else. Jeffery’s still talking and he hasn’t heard a damn thing.

“H? Did ya hear me?” Jeff asks him.

“Erm…yeah kinda. Look, I can do this. We knew Venice was gonna be in the middle of my residency. We have enough time. No need ta make any changes.”

“You’re sure? I can move things around if I need to…”

“‘M sure. Jus’ book the flights an’ I’ll be there.”

“Ok, thanks.”

“I gotta go. Talk to ya later.” He hits the End button and half walks half runs down the hall to your bedroom and into the master bedroom closet.

He stands at the special door that you’ve left ajar for him. He can smell the candles and perfume and…you. “Jesus,” he mutters to himself as he blows out a breath. You better get your shit together Styles, he thinks to himself wanting to make sure he doesn’t rush this…but, fuck, if he isn’t hard as a rock knowing you love to play just as much as he does.

You can hear him before you see him. Sounds like he’s just standing there. Did he just blow out a deep breath? You situate yourself, plump your breasts, arch your back slightly, point your toes and smile. The desire to bite your fingers is so intense, but you resist. You use your left hand to play with the little bee on your necklace and bite your bottom lip as the door begins to creak open.

He pokes his head around the door, “Baby?” he looks toward the bed, “Ar….,” he stops mid-way through the door when he makes eye-contact. Gripping the door, a sexy, sly smile spreads on his lips and makes its way to his eyes. “My God…” he says as he steps through the doorway, he makes a point to pull the door closed and lean back against it. “Hey baby…whatcha doin’?” he says casually.

“Waiting for my fiancé…” you say demurely, “gotta surprise for ya…”

He’s slowly shakes his head back and forth as his eyes trace your body up and down. “Hold still, love.” He says as he pulls out his phone flipping to the camera app, “Gotta get this….God ya so beautiful, ‘ave always loved tha’ color on ya.” He takes a couple of shots, locks his phone and sets it on the table near the door.

“Love ma surprise….couldn’t get off the fuckin’ phone fast enough…” he says as he stalks toward you.

You lift one leg and make a show of crossing it over the knee of the other one. You bounce that leg and wiggle your toes, the need to nibble your fingers to intense to fight. “This isn’t the only surprise, H. I have something else for you…for us…You said try everything once, twice if you really like it… well, there’s something we wanted to try….”

He reaches you, towering over you. His eyes dilated and glassy with lust. He leans down, one hand on the back of the chaise the other on the arm of it where you rest. “I said tha’?” he teases, “Think I like tha sound of tha’.” He says as his eyes blatantly fall to your breasts and then up to your lips. “Am I allowed ta kiss ya?”

You nod.

He nods exaggeratedly in a teasing mimic, “yeah?”

“Yeah, lotsa kissing,” you murmur against his lips.

He kisses you softly, then traces your lips with his tongue. You open for him and his tongue slides against yours, “Mmmm…,” he groans as you suck on his tongue. He pulls away and then places another soft kiss. “Wha’s in tha box, my love?” he says kissing down your check to your ear. His warm breath on your ear causes your eyes to flutter, “Gon’ show me?” he whispers in your ear.

“Yes,” you say breathily.

He sits down at your feet and you pass him the box. His eyes meet yours and you nod. His long fingers deftly pull the tassel through the loop and let’s out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He lifts the lid and gasps.

The blood rushes to your cheeks at look on his face.

“Is this...? Wait....babe?"

“Look at them, I had them custom made for us."

“His and hers...l mean...yeah...thought maybe it could be something we both explore...what do you think, H?”

He sits there with jaw flexing and an audible gulp looking at the plugs.

“Say something, honey...I'm dyin' here..."

“Jesus Jezebel, gon' fill ya up so good," he says, leaning over your legs, grabbing your neck and pulling you to him for a passionate kiss. "Love this lace, bu’ I need ta 'ave all ya skin..need ta see all of ya, please,” he says against your lips.

You smile. “Take it off, please.”

He smiles back. “Stand up fo’ me.”

You scramble up and he unclips the stockings from the garter clips and roll them down first one leg and then the other. You lift your feet so he can remove the stockings.

“This was the first lingerie you ever bought me you know.”

“I remember,” he says unclipping the garter belt and letting it drop to the floor.

“Started my lingerie addiction.”

He smirks as his fingers hook into the sides of your panties and yanking them down. “Body this beautiful deserves beautiful lingerie Jezebel,” he says, placing a kiss to your stomach.

You sigh.

“Turn ‘round.”

You turn around and he unclasps your bra and slides the straps down your arms.

He stands up and smooths his hands down your shoulders to your elbows. “I love my present. Can’ wait ta see it inside ya. Go lay on the bed, knees bent, legs spread.”

You shiver.

“Go. Wanna watch ya.”

You walk on shaking legs to the leather bed and lay down like he asked. Your heart is pounding and you’re breathing heavily.

He watches as you do what he told you to, the sway of your bum, the curve of your hips.

He walks slowly to the bed and looks at you laid out before him. His eyes rake down your body causing your nipples to come to hard points and a gush of wetness to coat your sex. He’s fucking you with his eyes.

He turns and pulls open a drawer and pulls out the lube and moves to sit on the bed in front of you. He presses the plug into your hand. “Hold on ta this. Gonna get ya ready.”

You jump at the pop of the cap of the lube.

“Relax, Jezebel. Just breathe.”

You close your eyes and force yourself to take deep breaths.

He coats his finger in the lube and then puts more on your hole causing you to jump. “Breathe…”

The tips of his finger circles your hole over and over while his other hand moves slowly up and down your slit.

You gasp as his fingers move over your clit.

He stops circling your bum and then very slowly the tip of his index finger slips inside and he watches your face intently. “Ya ok?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Ya doing great, baby.” He holds it there while the fingers of his other hand circles your clit. “Can ya take a deep breath fo’ me?” He watches as you take inhale and then as you exhale, he slides his finger in.

Your breath catches.

“How’s tha’ feel?”

You meet his eyes. “Weird.”

He smiles. “Weird good or weird bad?”

“Weird good,” you say smiling shyly.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Ready fo’ mo’?”

“Yes,” you say breathily, his fingers still circling your clit.

He removes his finger and lubes up his first two fingers and starts the process over again.

“Ungh!” You say as both fingers breach you, panting heavily.

He doesn’t move, just holds them there inside you. “How’s tha’ feel, Jezebel?”

“Very weird. Good…but very weird.”

He leans over to kiss you, pressing his mouth against yours, tongue slipping in to tangle with yours and then he starts scissoring his fingers. He pulls back to look into your eyes. “Such a good girl fo’ me,” he says against your lips.

You whimper.

He removes his fingers from you and you let out a breath. “Gonna try the plug now, tha’ alrigh’?”

“Yes.”

He takes the plug from your hand and spreads lube all over it and then places the tip of it at your hole. His other hand moves back to your slit, fingers moving to your entrance to get your wetness and then to your clit, moving in slow circles. “Breathe, baby. Slowly, in an’ out.” He watches and on an exhale, he pushes the plug in slightly.

Your back arches and you’re panting.

"Breathe, Jezebel...breathe fo’ me..."

“Ungh! Can’t…feels so good!”

He waits and watches as you start to breathe slowly and then again on an exhale, he pushes more in, watching your face.

"Is it in yet?"

“Almost, love, jus’ a lit-tal bit mo’.” One final push causes you to gasp, “there...there it is...ya go’ it, Jezebel...'s all the way in. How's it feel?" He asks, hands moving on your thighs.

“Ugh…every movement…I can feel it on every movement…oh god.” You close your eyes. “So full, H.”His fingers move up and start circling your clit and you bear down on it. "Fuck, baby, drippin' all over it...thin’ ya can take ma finger here too?” He asks, circling your dripping entrance.

You nod frantically. “Yes!”

He slowly slides his middle finger in. “Can feel it on ma knuckle...so tigh’. Fuck, tha’s so beautiful, go’ ma initials all over ya...wearin' ma ring. Ya mine, Jezebel. In every way."

Your back arches. “Ungh! I’m yours! Fuck! I’m yours! Take me in the swing, please!”

“Jesus, babe! ‘Mkay, look at me, listen…breathe….shhhh….shhh…,” he coos as he begins to strip never taking his eyes off yours. He cocks his head to one side as he begins to unbutton and unzip his shorts, “Still wi’ me, love?” You let out shallow pants, but nod and he offers a soft smile then leans down to kiss your knee, “Love ya, doin’ s’good, swee’heart, ‘m s’proud of ya,” he drops his shorts and leans down as he strips his boxer briefs and socks. He stands tall and runs his hand through his hair puffing out a chest full of air, his rock-hard cock standing straight up on his tummy. He pumps it a couple of times as he takes in the sight before him. “So beautiful,” he reached forward and presses gently on the initials peeking at him from your bum.

“Ah! Hah-Hah-Hah…” you pant out at the sensation. “UNNNN…Har-ry…” you whine.

“Good?” he questions softly.

“Yeah…izz senzitive,” you whimper drunk on arousal.

He walks around to the side of the bed and leans over you, a hand to one side of you, the other slicks your hair back from your forehead where he places a tender kiss. “S’sweet…do me a favor?”

You nod, “Yezz,” you slur.

He takes your left hand and places it at your clit, “Touch y’self, while I go wash ma hands, but, baby, don’ cum, kay? Just like this,” he says as his fingers coach your fingers through circling your clit. Groaning deeply, your eyes flutter shut and your knees pull up leaving your feet dangling.

“Oh godzzz,” you sob, shivering.

He lets out a breathy gasp and smiles, “Good girl,” he says as he starts to walk away.

You stop circling and reach out for him, “Don’t go!”

He leans down to kiss you, “Be righ’ back, love, promise… don’ stop,” he says as he guides your hand back to your clit.

He keeps his eyes on you as he backs his way to the sink basin, he turns his head slightly to turn the water on and pump the soap in his hand, but you whine loudly eyes fixed on him, so he turns back as he washes up blindly. “Shhh, babe, ‘m right here….” As he dries his hands he look at the scene before him. you lay on the bed head turned and eyes heavy lidded as you watch him. Your legs up, feet dangling and your hand between them. So sexy, how fuckin’ lucky am I, he thinks to himself. You moan particularly loud, “Don’ cum, babe,” he warns. He steps to the table by the door to grab his phone. He turns on some music through the overhead speakers and you twitch and your hips flex. He can’t resist as he pulls up his camera app. Coming closer to the bed and holding up his phone, you suck in your bottom lip. “May I?” he asks. You nod with a side smile. It’s a simple exchange, but the deep gasp he lets out when he checks the phone screen tell you it’s something he’s happy you don’t mind.

“Me…” is all you can manage as you stop and reach out pointing to the phone.

“Wan’ see,”

“Mm-hmm.”

He walks the phone over to you and shows you the screen.

“Fu…,” is all you can manage.

He raises his eye brows, “Sexy, yeah?”

You nod and cup your breasts, thumbs on your nipples.

His eyes follow yours as he closes his phone and sets it on the bedside table. “Come’on, baby let’s get ya in tha swing.”

You close your knees as he slips his arm under them and lean up as he slides his arm under your shoulders. When he lifts you up, your head falls backwards with a groan. Suddenly, your head pops up with wide eyes. The plug feels like it might push out, so you tense up holding it in tight, “Ungh!” The tight hold pushes through to your g-spot so you bury your head in his shoulder.

He situates you in the swing and, although it won’t, you can’t help but stay tense as you worry it’ll pop out.

“Can ya relax fo’ me a lit-tal?”

“Feelzz like it’ll come outtt,” you chatter shivering with arousal as you grip the swing straps.

He places your legs in the straps with the cushions under your thighs and knees and feet, and you lean back weightless and the swing swaying slightly. You smile at the floating feeling, raising your arms up the straps and holding on high and tight. Raised arms causes your bee and initial tattoo to peek out from below your breast. He runs his hand up your tummy and fingers his initals, “Go’ me all ova ya. Go’ me here,” he fingers your tattoo, “an’ here,” he slides his fingers over your necklace, “an’ here,” he runs his hand down your leg to your anklet, “an’, Jesus, Jezebel, ya have me here,” he presses on the base of the plug.

You take in a giant gulp of air and raise up, “Huuuhhhh!”

“Soon ya have me here,” he smirks and uses his middle finger to rim your entrance. “So wet, babe? Been waitin’ so good fo’ me, cunt’s drippin’.” He slips that finger inside your wet channel but stops midway to curl it. You tense and sob out a sigh. “Our spot?”

You nod with a slack jaw and rolled eyes as he keeps a steady rhythm. You can’t help the gush of wetness that rushes out and drips down over the base of the plug.

“Jesus, babe,” he says as he unabashedly pumps his cock.

“Right zzhere, don’ zztop,” you slur trembling. Low in your tummy you feel the tingling that spikes out through the nerves of your sex, you legs begin to quiver as you feel your body buzz. The swing begins to sway slightly and you pull your legs open farther.

He’s standing with his feet shoulder-width apart his pecs and abs flexed tight, jaw set tightly. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration as his eyes flit between your face and his finger deep inside you. He pulls his finger out quickly causing you to gasp and kick your leg out. He pops his middle and ring fingers in his mouth. “Honey…” he babbles to himself. “Ready fo’ more?” You pull your feet toward you and open your knees wide. He positions both fingers on either side of your clit and slides them up, then down farther to push in slowly. His jaw tenses as he watches his fingers disappear inside. He can feel you tense on him and the plug. “Good?”

You sob and nod your head, “Pleazzz…need…,” he turns his fingers up and strokes your g-spot.

It’s like you’ve left your body, there’s a boundary you’ve hit where you’ve left time and space and there’s only you and Harry and sensation. There’s no distractions here, no phone calls, no fans, no responsibility, there’s only the feelings of love in your heart and soul, connectedness in your mind and the burn of hanging on the edge orgasm running like warm honey running through the blood in your veins. You swivel your hips and slide your hands down the swing straps to your breasts. Cupping your breasts and rolling your nipples between your thumb and forefinger, you open your mouth and let out a breathy laugh.

“Awwhhh, Jezebel. Ya in our lovespace?”

You raise up to meet his eyes, cheeks pink and eyes wet from unexpected tears. You just smile and flutter your eyelids.

“God, babe, never seen ya this…,” he swirls his fingers particularly intent and squeezes his cock hard causing a dribble of pre-cum to slide down his already wet fist, “…far under. Ya abou’ ready fo’ me?”

You bite your bottom lip, “Do it!”

Smiling he pulls his fingers out slowly. “Hold y’self open fo’ me, Jezebel,” he demands.

You reach down and use your forefingers to hold your pussy open for him. His eyes roll and his lips purse as he blows out a deep breathe. He slides his hands down your tummy and can resist thumbing your ring…softly he murmurs, “Goddamn…Mrs. Styles,” he mutters to himself, but catches your eyes. His hand over yours he pushes you slightly and positions his cock at your entrance.

“G-g-go zzlow,” you babble.

“Lemme know ‘f it hurts, kay?”

He pushes the head of his cock in.

“Oooo…ssslll…hahh…,” you squeeze your eyes closed.

“’S tight, babe. Doin’ so good, breathe fo’ me.”

You take a deep breath and has you exhale he pushes in an inch more, “Fuck! Can feel the plug…fuck, it’s tight!” he rubs your tummy and running circles on your clit.

As he pushes the rest of the way in, you throw your head back and arch your back sharply. “Haaarrryy!” You can feel the ridge of his cock run up the walls of your channel tightly. Everything is tight, it feels like you might split in two. You’ve been on edge so long that the contractions intensify with just him being there.

“Baby, breathe…,”

“Can’t H, ‘mmm gonna cum, gonna cum…”

“Come on Jezebel, cum on ma cock,”

“Yez! Yezz! Ye…” is all you can manage to slur before your body stiffens and just vibrates with shakes cumming so hard you’ve lost muscle control. You watch as his face changes when you squeeze him over and over, but he’s holding back, he’s just deep and holding back. You reach your hand to touch his abdomen even through the intense trembling. He looks up to meet your gaze and his eyes scream his love and sexual need for you. It feel amazing to be loved and wanted so intensely.

You whine and moan in high-pitched breaths. “I love you, I love you, I love you…Harry, you hear me? I love you…do anything for you!”

“Cum fo’ me again, want ya ta cum ya special way…please get me wet, can feel how full ya are, don’ hold it back, Jezebel…I wan’ all of ya.”

You reach for his hand and place it over your lower tummy then press on it slightly. “That’ll help,” you say panting your breaths.

“Gon’ fuck ya so good,” he says pushing you in the swing to pull off him and then pull on you back onto him. He picks a slow, deep rhythm, swinging you back and forth on his cock.

Curiosity gets the best of you and you reach down to touch the base of the plug.

“How’s it feel, love?” he says smirking, “Got ma plug an’ my cock in ya, how’s it feel?” Your body gushes with his naughty words and he picks up the pace, hitting deep on every thrust. “Hittin’ tha bottom everytime, babe…ya feel tha’?”

“YES!” you cry out. “Harry pleazz…pleazz,” you slur, “cum with me, pleazzz.”

“Ungh!” he calls out on every thrust as his hand places pressure on your tummy.

“No, no, no….It’s too much this time…I..I..I’m…no, no, no. S..S..Stop, Har…ry,” you say scratching at his abs, your nails leaving behind trails of slightly broken skin which seems to egg him on.

“Yes, yes… babe…don’ stop, don’ stop… Don’ ya dare stop, Jezebel!”

You can feel the gush. It’s like a balloon that filled up and bursts, but with him inside you it floods and leaks out dripping down the base of the plug and to the floor. It’s the most intense release you’ve ever had up to this point and you just aren’t quite sure you can manage the sensations.

“Fuck! Fuck!” he calls out feeling you all over him. His eyes haven’t left yours, “So fuckin’ beautiful when ya cum like that.” You raise you head just as he goes still deep inside. His cum is warm as it fills you. “JEEZUS!”

You can’t hold your head up any longer and flop it back against the swing with your eyes closed.

“Baby?” he says cupping your cheek.

You crack an eye and offer a furrowed brow as he slowly pulls out. When he does a rush of your combined cum comes flooding out and dripping down. You try to pull your knees together, but his body keeps that from happening. The vulnerability is beginning to set in.

He senses the change and knows by now how you get after an orgasm this hard and this was especially hard. “Baby, jus’ hold still, my love…I’ve go’ ya. ‘S all ok.”

You turn your head and bring your hands up to cover your face as the tears fill your eyes. You feel so small, so open and so…raw.

He smooths his hand down the back of your thigh to the base of the plug. “Take a deep breath for me, love.” You breath in deeply and upon your exhale, he pulls the plug from your body causing you to twitch. He places it on the ground and rubs the inside of your thighs before leaning down to kiss the top of your tummy.

You’re sobbing at this point. You can feel the lube between your cheeks and the wet cum on you, you look up and see it dripping on him as well. You drop your head back again…raw, embarrassed.

He follows your eyes… “No, baby, this is…no, Jezebel, this is everythin’ I wan’, please don’…ya perfect fo’ me. Please don’ feel embarrassed…jus’ lemme get us in tha tub, I jus’ wanna take care of ya now, ya let me do tha’? Please, baby?.

You whimper, “I’m sorry…I..I..I scratched you…never cum so hard…I’m sorry, made a mess…”

“Don’…jus’ don’ c’mere, wife…ya know ‘s true, yeah?” he pulls you up to wrap your arms around him, “Ya gon’ be my wife an’ my wife’s body is fuckin’ amazin’.”

You hug him tightly, fingers digging into his shoulder blades. “I love you. So much.”

He smiles. “Love ya too Jezebel. C’mon, let’s get ya in the bath, yeah?” He says, picking you up and carrying you to the leather bed, laying you down gently. “Jus’ stay righ’ ‘ere an’ let me get everythin’ set up an’ I’ll come back fo’ ya, ok?”

You nod, your hand sliding down his arm as he gets up.

He grabs a couple of bottles of water on his way out.

You close your eyes and then open them and look up into the mirror and smile. Jesus, that was something and you can hardly believe that just happened.

Harry meanwhile is in the bathroom getting everything set up. He lights the candles, gets the shampoo, conditioner and body wash set out. He turns the water on in the tub and waits until it gets to the perfect temperature before pulling the stopper up and then finding the soothing oatmeal bath bomb and dropping it in the water. He goes back to the pink room and sits beside you on the bed. “How ya feelin’ Jezebel?”

You sigh. “I’m good, baby. Need a bath though.”

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Alrigh’ up ya go then,” he says picking you up and carrying you to the en-suite, sitting you down gently in the tub and climbing in behind you.

You lean your head back into his shoulder and he wraps his arms around you.

“Tha’ was…tha mos’ intense I’ve ever seen ya, Jezebel,” he says, nuzzling your neck and placing kisses there.

“I’ve never cum so hard…ever. Sorry about the scratches on your stomach.”

He chuckles. “S’ok. Ya were s’ gone, jus’ love drunk.”

You giggle. “God…I just…I have no words.”

He takes your hands in his. “Sooo…is tha’ a try again thing fo’ us?” He breathes in your ear.

You sigh. “Definitely and I can’t wait until it’s your turn.” You then your head to look at him. “I want you to feel as good as you make me feel because that was amazing.”

He presses his lips to yours. “Listen, don’ ever wan’ ya ta feel like ya no’ makin’ me feel good. I love makin’ ya cum an’ it always feels incredible.”

“Ok,” you say nuzzling his neck.

“An’ I don’ wan’ ya ta be embarrassed abou’ ya body or tha way it reacts ta me. Nothin’ is sexier than seein’ ya lose it because of me, yeah?”

You squeeze his hands. “I’ll try. It’s just…it’s hard being so vulnerable sometimes. I feel open and raw and…exposed, yanno?”

He kisses you again. “I ge’ it, Jezebel bu’ ya safe wi’ me, know tha’.”

You smile. “I do know that but my brain forgets that when it’s super intense. I love you so much. Don’t ever doubt that.”

His arms around you tighten. “I love ya too Jezebel. So much. So much that I put a ring on it,” he says, smiling against your cheek.

“Yeah, ya did.”

“Got a text earlier from mum. She said Gemma’s visiting an’ I thought maybe we could FaceTime wi’ them since they’ll both be together…wha’ do ya think?”

You kiss his jaw. “I’d love that. Do they have any idea?”

He smirks. “I dunno…maybe? They’re both pretty perceptive.”

“That they are,” you say, giggling.

You finish up your bath and fix dinner and then he texts Anne to see if they were available to FaceTime.

He sets his phone up to hook to to the TV and you both sit on the couch and wait for Anne to pick up.

“Hello darlings! How’s Cornwall?” Anne says.

“Hi mum, Cornwall’s good. Where’s Gem?”

“I’m right here. Hi guys!”

You all wave, smiling at each other through the screen.

“Hi Anne! Hi Gems! I miss you guys so much!” You tell them.

“Miss you too,” Gemma says.

You all catch up and Harty tells them some stories from the road.

“Erm…well, we have some news an’ I wanted ta tell ya.”

“Oh god…you’re not pregnant are you?” Gemma asks.

Your hands fly to your face in embarrassment and shake your head no while everyone laughs.

Harry clears his throat. “Erm, no’ pregnant, no, bu’ we’re engaged.”

You smile and hold up your hand showing your ring and Anne and Gemma actually squeal.

“I’m so happy for you both my darlings!” Anne exclaims.

“It’s about time someone made Harry respectable. Props to you!” Gemma says and you giggle.

“Also, don’t think you’re getting a nice wedding gift from me…I shared my childhood with you, that was gift enough, believe me!” Gemma continues.

“Ya’ll be lucky ta get an invite ya keep tha’ up,” Harry shoots back.

“We wanted to let you know and also we’re not telling anyone else just yet.”

Anne’s already nodding. “I have the most perfect gold chain, darling, I’ll ship it overnight…it was Harry’s grandmothers. You wear your special ring on it, yeah?”

Tears spring to your eyes. “Thank you, I’d love that.”

Harry leans over and kisses your temple, pulling you close. “Thanks mum.”

“You’re welcome! Congratulations to you both!” Anne says.

“Congratulations! I love you both!” Gemma chimes in.

You all say goodbye and then look at each other.

“Forever?” You ask him.

He smiles his most beautiful smile. “Forever, Jezebel,” he says pressing his lips to yours.

#surprise #original content #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #friends to lovers

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harrystylesslutt · 2 years

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babe i literally love u and ur writing, so i was wondering if you could do subrry and y/n just laying watching tv naked other than underwear while his face is like in between her legs and he ends up licking her then eating her out and grabbing her tits a lot then they just go on with that and she calls him a good boy and he keeps whining and all of that if ur comfortable with it (obviously u can add more of what u want) 🫶😌🍓

ily🫶 not sure if thats what u meant but here :)

"behave" you tug on harry's hair slightly when his head moves from your thigh to nestle between your legs. he whimpers when he smells your arousal, closing his eyes and taking it in.

when you get distracted once again by the tv, he pouts and decides to be bold by creeping his hand up to one of your breasts, squeezing it and pinching your nipple to get your attention back on him.

you yelp and stare at him in disbelief "y'know it's not nice being an attention whore" you gasp when he licks a stripe up your clothed center, his fingers toying at the hem of your panties waiting for your permission to take them off.

"fine" you pretend like you weren't enjoying this, rolling your eyes playfully. he bites his lip in anticipation while finally getting rid of your underwear. he takes a minute to stare at your dripping cunt, feeling himself ready to pounce on you at any second now. right when he was finally dipping his head in you push him back, grabbing a pillow and placing it under his crotch "want you to hump it while eating me. can y'do that pretty boy?"you say while tucking on of his curls behind his ear.

he nods eagerly getting rid of his own briefs. he thrusts forward into the pillow and moans at the rough friction. he nuzzles his head between your thighs before finally sucking on your clit, catching you by surprise. "shit" you whimper as he presses a kiss to your nerves, dragging his tongue down to your hole, teasing you a bit before pushing it in.

he moans at your sweet taste, rutting his hips against the pillow harder. his hand starts thumbing at your nipples making you shiver and whine. "that's it baby, y'such a good boy f'me" he smiles at your praise while pumping his tongue in and out of your cunt. he stops suddenly but before you could ask questions he replaces his tongue with his fingers, curling them just how you like it.

he keeps fucking you with his fingers and bends down to wrap his lips around your sensitive clit once again while he was still stimulating your nipples. he pulls his mouth away to let out a whiny moan "mommy! m'close!" he ruts his hips harder, now thrusting down on it as if he was fucking you, unable to stop himself from doing so.

"go on angel make me come and I'll let you" he whimpers at your words, his fingers working faster while you throw your head back and moan at the feeling of his fingertips hitting your spot over and over. you finally let go with a long moan and he follows you almost immediately, making a mess on the pillow and on your thigh.

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry styles concept #sub!harry #harrystylesslutt

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watermelonsugacry · 1 year

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Any more of building Harry’s house you have planned currently? Love those!

Building Harry's House: Boyfriends

A/N: day 1 of Since 2010 ficmas!! sorry it came out a lil late but she's here!

SUMMARY: With the world knowing of their once secret relationship, Harry and YN navigate life together as an official couple and everything that comes with it.

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist // Building Harry's House masterlist // previous song here! 🚲

SIDE-NOTE: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary) bold are things Harry actually said irl

—2019—

Anger, confusion, and frustration radiate off his hunched-over figure from his position on the floor. Harry digs the heels of his hands into his eyes and the cold tile beneath his knees digs harshly at his bones but he stays there, feeling that he deserves the pain given what just happened.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” YN says so quietly that he might have missed it if he wasn’t listening carefully.

“Yeah. Maybe you shouldn’t have.”

It takes Harry about a minute to realize the gravity of his situation and only half a second to pick himself off the ground to whip open the door. He doesn't know why he gets disappointed by the fact that her car isn't in the driveway anymore. Surely she’s already halfway home by now.

He, YN, and his small but close production team have almost hit the two month mark during their stay in Malibu. Recording Harry’s second album here has had its ups and downs and needless to say, he doesn’t think he can go much lower than he feels now.

“I shouldn’t have come here.”

“Yeah. Maybe you shouldn’t have.”

How could he possibly say such a thing to her? She didn’t have to come all the way over here, ditch whatever important tasks and events she had going on for her own career to come help him make music. Her gift is wasted on him and for him to say such a nasty thing to her?

His feelings only twist around each other in contradiction: grateful at the fact that the rest of his production crew is out for drinks but somber in having the Malibu recording house all to himself (it wasn’t like they hadn’t just made a song dedicated exactly to his desire to not be alone—yet another reminder of how much she’s continued to provide her help to him when it wasn’t deserved).

With a final scowl out towards the driveway, he reluctantly shuts the door behind him as he makes headway into the kitchen. He feels like a hypocrite as he attempts to suppress his thoughts by reaching across the kitchen island to snatch the tall glass of alcohol. It seems that all the two have been arguing about is their lack of communication, for their constant push down of emotions to avoid what they really want to say.

This realization only furthers his desire to shut down his thoughts and everything tied to them as he reaches for a glass.

He somehow finds himself pushing the door to her room open with the tip of his foot. The image of her hurtful face after his words only pushes him to twist the cap off the tall bottle.

It’s well into the early hours of the morning when the rest of the small production team comes waltzing through the front door drunkenly singing some song. He can hear his name being called from somewhere else inside the house, but it sounds muffled from his position on the carpeted ground.

“Harry!” Mitch calls. “Where are you, man? Why haven’t you picked up your phone...?” His words slowly come to a halt when he stops his friend lying on his back, mindlessly looking out sliding glass doors of the room YN slept in during her stay. “Harry?”

“I wrote a song,” Harry’s words are slurred as he continues to stare out to the floor to ceiling doors where the white foam of the gentle waves crash along the shore.

“What kind of drugs you on, dude?” Jeff sighs out when he enters the room, putting his hands on his hips.

“M’a bad boyfriend,” Harry pouts, eyes pink from the alcohol swirling in his veins. “A real, proper shitty one.”

Mitch and the pop star’s manager share a look. Mitch is the first to speak up, “But you and YN aren’t even together.”

“See! If I were a good boyfriend, I would be her boyfriend right now. But m’not. I’m just fucking up our situation even more.”

Jeff rubs his bearded chin and lets out a knowing sigh, “You’re really no good alone, man. Come on, we need to get you off the floor.”

Harry makes no effort to move from his spot but instead takes in a deep breath. Flashes of YN’s hurt face reappear back in his mind and he pinches his eyes shut like it physically hurts him to see it again.

“I shouldn’t have come here.”

“Yeah. Maybe you shouldn’t have.”

Already being kicked while he’s down, he comes to realize that the purpose of his drinking is yet another aspect of this painful situation that he needs to hide from YN. Was he not the one to show her how drinking is not meant to drown one’s sorrow away, to suppress guilty feelings and/or make one forget.

Might as well just add it to the list of many other shitty aspects of his contribution to being a bad boyfriend.

“'Boyfriends' was written right at the end of ‘Fine Line.’ We had just finished a session that was...a pretty difficult session to get through because I couldn’t seem to get anything right,” Harry’s brows pinch together at the memory of that day. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to make his music without his YN there.

“At the end of that session everyone left, and I started writing ‘Boyfriends’ and it almost felt like ‘Ok, there’s a version where we get this ready to put on Fine Line,’ and I think there was something about that just felt like ‘It’s just gonna have its time, so like, let’s not rush to get it done.’”

—2020—

YN holds a plated sandwich and a water bottle as she walks up Harry’s pink carpeted stairs in his London home. After the back and forth traveling from La to Italy to England, the couple made the decision to stay in London for the time being before it was fit for them to travel again due to the pandemic. Not that it mattered much to them, as long as they are together then all was well.

It should come as no surprise that while staying indoors was quite relaxing, the two had a hard time being still. As long as they were safely distanced from others, the couple went out for walks in secluded areas, visited the lake nearby, and picked fruits from the small garden their mums helped plant in the spacious backyard.

The only downside of their stay in Harry’s London home was the fact that YN didn’t have some of her basic recording equipment and she was itching to get some music ideas down.

As the world still tries to carry on in the midst of a pandemic, the couple is still booked for the occasional zoom video or call interview. With a gentle and slow twist of the doorknob of one of the spare bedrooms, YN peaks her head inside to see her boyfriend sprawled along the green velvet couch. His back is to the armrest while he holds the speaker of his phone towards his mouth. His other hand gestures by his side as he explains the writing process for his second record.

He looks so comfy in his sweats and a loose shirt, a tiny clip holding the top of his hair back on top of his head. His words almost taper off when he looks up at his love. He continues to explain how Adore You was made, he gives her a dimpled smile and a nod. The two of them know and understand more than anyone the gravity of their careers in needing to set some time apart for things like this. A piece of knowledge that has Harry shifting his phone away as YN sets the food on the coffee table, reaching out to gently pull on her arm to meet his puckered lips.

“Thank you,” He whispers.

He receives one of her knee-buckling smiles before leaving a final kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“M’gonna be in the bedroom when yeh done.”

Harry circles his lips in a playfully suggestive way and he’s rewarded with one of her infamous eye rolls. He can’t help but give a pinch to her bum when she turns to leave before going back to answer the interviewer’s next question. She bites back a giggle to not out herself within the interview before tip-toeing her way out of the room.

If she could, she would have explained to him that she wasn’t going to wait up for him in the bedroom, not for any sexy time, but to use the big desktop computer where she’s able to use some of her recording/editing software.

After uploading a couple of voice files from her phone to the desktop, she doesn’t pay much attention to how many files she highlights and drags into her editing program. It isn’t until she’s in a groove of picking bits and piece from her demos that she stumbles upon a file she didn’t record herself. The guitar melody is significantly different than the one she had originally uploaded and when she begins to curiously sift through the file date of when it was made, she hears Harry’s soft voice come through.

Boyfriends

They think you're so easy

They take you for granted

They don't know they're just misunderstanding you

YN hasn’t heard this song before, not even when it was being drafted and it makes her eyebrows pinch together.

You love a fool who knows just how to get under your skin

You, you, you still open the door

Almost immediately after hearing these words, she’s transported back to the numerous amount of times where she’s taken him back into her life to hop back onto the “on” phase of their on-and-off relationship.

This couldn’t have been recently written, surely not created during this year fresh into their official relationship.

Are they just pretending?

They don't tell you where it's heading

YN is knocked out of her thoughts when she hears her name being called from the doorway. He doesn’t say anything more but instead goes to lean his hip on the desk in front of her.

“Why did yeh keep this from me?” YN isn’t mad or upset but rather curious—a reaction he wasn’t really expecting out of her if he was being honest. This was a song he had written when he was deeply hurt—the both of them were—and it wasn’t necessarily a happy path down memory lane whenever that section of their past is brought up.

“I dunno really. I guess it’s just something that I wanted to put out at the time. It wasn’t the right time and I remember how much Cherry put you off so I put away this one. It never really came up again so...out of sight out of mind I suppose.”

YN hums, keeping her gaze on the screen, “S’a beautiful song.”

“Our songs always seem to end up that way, don't they?” Harry offers a soft smile when he reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Our songs?”

Harry hums in response, “Hmh, of our—what did you call it once—our ‘fuck-up situation’ I think you said?”

The two of them huff out a small laugh at the memory. It was only a year ago when their situationship finally came to an end after two years (and only seven days for it to get exposed to the public), when they were both so close yet so closed off from each other. A good chunk of the Fine Line songs have had an up-beat/pop song melody over the melancholy lyrics.

It all seems like a lifetime ago at this point with their relationship being the strongest it's ever been. Both are undoubtedly grateful to not be in that part of their lives anymore but content that they get to look at each other now to see how far they’ve both come. What better way to capture the timeline of their emotions than through music?

"Doesn't seem that complicated anymore, does it?" She gives her love a satisfied smile.

"Thank heavens for that," He plants a kiss on her forehead. "Now, come gimme a cuddle before I die from lack of touch."

He's already pulling her up and out of her seat over the short distance to the large bed yet her mind gets stuck on the lyrics he sang merely a year ago.

“This was one of the few tracks that I didn’t help write which is a bit strange, at least on my end,” YN smirks, lifting up her index finger knowing. “But I was able to bring in a very special person to bring the song to its completion and to persuade H to finally put it on the album.”

YN and the production team are all huddled up together in her home studio in LA as they talk quietly amongst themselves. It’s been a couple of weeks since she first heard the song as they’ve been working on other tracks for the record but it was finally time to finish the song.

“I dunno, he said he still wanted to work on it,” Tyler, one of Harry’s core producers, says with a scratch of his beard.

“Well, we’re not gonna make this a Watermelon Sugar situation where he keeps putting the song off from not being able to figure out what it needed,” YN points out with her hands on her hips. “The song almost didn’t make it on the album, babe. And this song is too good to just toss aside.”

“The song is basically finished,” Kid shrugs. “And if he doesn’t like it—which I doubt—then we can always scrap the idea and have Mitch play it instead.”

“But I think he’s really gonna—”

“I’m really gonna what?” The team turns around to see the boss man come into the home studio. He looks up from the phone in his hand before rising an eyebrow. “What’s going on.”

The production team share a smile with one another before turning their attention to the man before them.

“We enlisted a very special person,” YN begins. Harry eyes the group suspiciously, especially at his love when she’s practically bouncing in her spot from excitement.

As if it were planned, the door leading to YN’s recording room opens to reveal none other than Ben Harper.

“Hey YN, got everything set up inside whenever you’re ready—oh, hey,” Ben offers a warm smile to Harry who seems utterly star-struck. If YN had a dollar for every time Harry has brought up this man’s Spotify to show her one of his new songs and geek out about the musician’s style, her pockets would be overflowing. So it was a no-brainer that YN would pull a few strings to bring in the favored artist to be a feature musician for the track.

”I think the good part of [Boyfriends] is that it is everything. It’s both acknowledging my own behavior. It’s looking at behavior that I’ve witnessed. I grew up with a sister, so it’s watching her date people and watching friends date people, and people don’t treat each other very nicely sometimes. It was one of those really quick, just say what you think of boyfriends.”

Even now as he sits next to his love, her eyes bounce around the large computer screen in front of her, diligently working on the added guitar bits for the song, he still can’t wrap his head around the fact that she’s here. After all this time, times when any person would have turned around and walked in a different direction without a second thought, she was still by his side.

From keeping their feelings pushed aside and locked away for five years during their time in the band together, to a secret on-and-off relationship where it was a kiss and don’t tell situation, under the blinding lights of the media. To now being officially together without a doubt in either one’s mind that they’re it for one another, it all seems unreal yet painfully so at the same time.

You feel a fool

You're back at it again

Despite the addition of Ben Harper’s playing on the official track, there was one aspect of the song Harry wanted to act. The two always find it fun and interesting when there can be hidden messages within songs: like when YN suggested Olivia Rodrigo whisper I love you quite literally in between the chorus and the verse of her song Deja Vu or how one can faintly Harry sing the words fine line in Sunflower Vol. 6.

With this song in particular, it’s explaining how Harry isn’t the best boyfriend and in turn, YN keeps opening up her arms to let him back into her life.

Instead of the ending of the song flowing back to the beginning of the song to make it an endless loop, he’s reversing it to end the toxic cycle.

It’s here where it finally hits him. He knew this truth since forever it seems but it’s officially time. He doesn’t want to just be her boyfriend. He wants more. She’s the love of his love for crying out loud.

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He wants her to be his wife.

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I missed MCC Harry so much!! And omg we need to see him wake her up with morning sex😭😩

Summary: super early morning sex - where they roll over and go back to sleep afterwards - 948 words

Warning: This is based on MCC - my kidnapper!harry fic - so this might not be for everyone. Please only engage if you don't mind that sort of thing.

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You rolled over to see Harry sleeping soundly. But you wanted him again. Looking at the clock you saw it was 4:18 am. He never turned you down when you tried to initiate nowadays so you were feeling bold.

You slid your hand over his bare chest and lightly scratched over the sparse hair. Scooting in closer to him you kissed his shoulder and rubbed gently. You wanted to wake him nice and slow.

Eventually Harry did wake. He stretched and then put a palm over your hand and smiled to himself, "Can't sleep, pup?" he knew you needed some attention, a good fucking to put you back to sleep.

"Yes. I needed something and... just wanted to see if you wanted it too." You whispered into his arm in embarrassment, a small smirk on your face.

"Mmm... what do you need, puppy? Gonna let me know so I can help?" Harry turned to face you and ran a hand under your soft cotton shirt so he could palm your breast.

"Uh... need you to be inside of me." You tried hiding your face again into his chest but he took his free hand and kept your chin tilted toward him. He couldn't see you well in the dark but he didn't want you hiding in embarrassment. He enjoyed how much you wanted him.

"Okay, baby. Want me to fuck you to sleep? S'that it?" Harry had already begun moving you to lie on your back as he pulled your panties off. He settled himself between your thighs and slid his middle finger into your crease and then added another to spread your labia gently when he felt how puffy and wet you already were.

“Oh, puppy… you must have been so worked up all by yourself while I was asleep. You’re soaked, poor thing. Don’t worry. I’m gonna take care of my good girl.” He cooed at the state you were in.

You whimpered when he pulled himself out of his joggers and painted his head through your warm and slick folds.

You squeezed your eyes closed when he lined himself up to your hole, desperate to be filled. When he plunged in it was relief. You both moaned as he began working himself in and out little by little.

Harry pressed your left leg down to the mattress flat as he grasped your ankle on your right leg, making you bend your knee and he leaned it down into your chest. You were spread wide for him and he used this angle to get deep inside of you, hoping it would tide you over til later in the morning when you’d normally have sex.

It wasn’t that Harry minded getting woken up to have sex, especially not when it was you, it’s just that your hunger for sex was so high and you two spent a lot of time fucking when Harry did actually have things to do. Like right now. He would lose out on about another hour of sleep. It was catching up to him with his age. But he wasn’t planning on stopping it. He wanted to do anything he could to make you fulfilled so you didn’t go running off on him.

“This what you wanted? A nice big cock to fill you up and reach deep this spot here?” He said as he pressed on your tummy where his cock was poking into.

“Y… yes! Stuffs me and feels so good.” You whimpered and gasped when he fucked a little harder into you, causing his tip to hit deeper.

“My puppy likes getting her pussy stuffed and stretched doesn’t she? Needs it all day and all night,” Harry grunted as he pushed into you, loving how your cunt felt on him, “like now… needed me so bad, had to wake me up in a deep sleep to get some. S’that mean you’re all mine?”

You were being rocked upward at each of his thrusts and you nodded at his words, “I’m all yours, Harry. Forever. I need you. God I need you!” His cock felt so good pushing your walls apart. You did need him too. You’d die if he didn’t want you anymore.

Somehow in your fucked up mind, you’d convinced yourself that he picked you because you were special. Out of all the girls he could have chosen it was you and you loved that idea.

Harry loved hearing you say that you were his. He wouldn't let you go even if you wanted to at this point. He was only more obsessed with you as time went on. Every time he left the house he missed you and worried you would leave. But when you'd wake him up in the middle of night, almost every night, so you could have him, he knew that you weren't going to go anywhere.

Because you were his. Always.

He railed into you deep as you came and and cried out to him, your nails in the flesh at his back. Harry pressed his mouth over yours as he spilled inside of you and sighed when he'd been drained of all his come and all his energy.

He rolled over to his back and you rolled over toward him and put your leg over his hip and nuzzled into his side to keep close.

You loved him. He was yours too, as far as you were concerned. And the more he gave in to what you wanted, you could tell he was giving you special treatment. No one would have him the way you did.

And that was all you could ever want.

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Hidden Gems by @fw00shy

I’ll never stop screaming about the masterpiece that is Phoenix in the Fire - not on this list but one of my top five favourite short fics ever - but when it comes to Fwoosh, suddenly I can’t find the words to covey the way her writing cuts me raw and deep. She’s hands down one of the most talented, daring and resourceful writers I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been around for a very long time. A master of short form, her unique and bold style steal my attention right away, her sharp dialogue and unbeatable world building make me sit straighter and forget whatever’s going on around me, her impeccable prose with perfectly chosen and well-placed words takes my breath away, her tender angst makes my heart break for pining Harry, her deliciously explicit, self-indulgent smut make me sweat like a whore in the church 🥵

As if that wasn’t enough, fwooshy’s range is really impressive and she always manages to deliver a long-lasting blow with any genre, any rating and any length, but especially under 3k. Her creative mind, vibrant characters and powerful writing deserve way more recognition and that’s why everyone should go check her catalogue right now. I’ll help you out and share a short selection of goodies below - I could have chosen any 10 fics at random but I wanted to include a little bit of everything, even tropes that aren’t really my jam (hello MCD!)…. unless they’re written by her, lol 🤡 this is actually my second reclist for Fwooshy so I tried to diversify a bit, you can find the previous one here. Happy Monday with these delicious short treats!

Drarry:

Silence on the Seventh Floor (T, 970 words) - such a creative and heartbreaking drabble, love this pain-in-the-ass ghost!Draco and smitten Harry, my heart ached so much for them. Cw MCD

Draco haunted the seventh-floor corridor of Hogwarts. A Third Year found him up there one night, knocking the frames together as though trying to shake something out of them. She reported it straight to Headmaster Potter, who passed her a Cockroach Cluster and sent her off to bed with a promise to handle it.

Basement Level 9 (M, 2k) - poignant and disturbing short story with dark!Draco and a resigned Harry who loves him, plus excellent dialogue and a brilliant Ron puzzling the pieces together, ugh so good 😔🤌🏼

Draco was behind the bomb that blew up Level 10, though they didn't talk about it.

You Either Fuck or You Get Fucked (E, 2k) - the ultimate enemies to lovers PWP with scorching hate sex, crude dirty talk and top notch banter, sharp and witty! I’m obsessed with this confident Harry and their sexy push and pull, thought I’d combust on site 🔥

"That's not how fucking works. Fucking's…" Draco waved a hand in the air. "You either fuck or you get fucked." "Sure," Harry said. He took out a Sickle. "Toss for it?" Read my rec here.

10:47 am (T, 2.3k) - this series of short yet immersive slice-of-life vignettes are wonderfully original with vibrant multiple POV and such distinct character voices. One of the fics that best showcase Fwoosh’s genius writing

Scenes of lives lived out in front of an open balcony window.

Big Hands (E, 4.5k) - Victorian AU with pianist rivals, yes please!!!! Incredible world building, delightful and on point humour, unbelievable ust, that basic hand kink we all deserve AND a piano sex scene as a treat, this is rich and sexy and the atmosphere is irresistible

Draco Malfoy is a pianist who's just moved to Paris. Harry Potter, his new roommate, has the biggest hands he's ever seen. Draco is immediately obsessed. Read my rec here.

in a rambling way (T, 7.5k) - probably the softest Fwoosh fic I’ve read so far, a gorgeous and wistful break up make up with lots of pining Harry, camping shenanigans and peak road trip romance. A must read!

Ron knocked Hermione up, and now Harry's got to figure out how to clone himself so that his friends don't split up fighting over him. Falling for Draco again was never part of the plan.

Rare pairs:

In the Mood (E, 367 words) - the hottest 367 words you’ll read today, delicious established Dron feat. rough sex and feral possessive Ron hoho me gusta!

“I saw you with Harry today," Ron says. "In the Ministry cafeteria."

Money (M, 1k) - my favorite Ginsy treat out there, hot af and with an impressive amount of character and story for a short fic. Superb Pansy + superb Ginny POV, I want them both to ruin me (and then each other) pls and thank

Pansy looks like money. Ginny's letting her call the shots.

Laundry Day (E, 1.8k) - I’ve been in a Ginny/Hermione phase lately and this neighbours AU PWP is s total banger! Laundry room snogging, confident buff Gin and shy horny Hermione, excellent dynamics and really hot smut

Hermione was afraid of Ginny, because Ginny made her wet.

They Bought A Sports Bar (T, 2.2k) - another compelling femslash because yes, Fwoosh can write pretty much any ship. A fascinating take on Cho and amazing dialogue, love her subtle dynamics with this patient Ginny, and the idea of a sports bar is brilliant!

Ginny buys a sports bar (run-down biker pub, really) and ropes Cho into helping out. They're just business partners, so why does everyone else think they're more?

#hidden gems s2

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Class of 2008: Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter of the Larry fic I am working on. It is on my AO3, but I am also posting the chapters here for those that prefer it.

pairing: Bad Boy!Harry Styles x Football Captain!Louis Tomlinson

rating: E (smut, grinding, oral (m receiving), handjob, discussion of cloesting, general sexual exploits, cheating?)

word count: 3k

a/n: This fic is set at the start of the school year in 2007 where Louis Tomlinson is captain of the football team and the new freshman wearing leather, lots of rings, and sporting curly hair begins occupying his mind.

It wasn’t until a soft moan slipped from his lips that he realized the compromising position that he found himself in. The impossibly plush mouth of the boy he thought detested him was latched to his neck leaving a different kind of bruise than he had initially thought he would receive when he first laid eyes on the curly headed delinquent.

All of the previously imposed judgements that Louis was predisposed to make towards Harry are fading into the dark room that surrounds them both now, the small boy being pushed up against whatever was hanging in the gym storage room they found themselves locked in at this very moment.

His mind doesn’t have space to think about anything other than the hard on he is quickly developing in his shorts and the biker between his legs. He had seen that leather jacket and thought it was such a cliche, but then again he was a bit of one himself. Captain of the football team, dating the cheer captain, probably going to marry her and have two and a half kids living behind some perfect white-washed picket fence.

All the ideals that were expected of him that he never questioned came tumbling down when he saw that leather jacket. He could barely remember his girlfriend’s name when those aviators were lowered and he was met with the piercing eyes of the most entrancing boy he had ever seen.

Those eyes had led him here. Trapped in the gym storage room after practice with his world being rocked and his head spinning with the reality of what was happening.

[you rock my world - michael jackson]

Harry pulled his mouth from its place on Louis’ neck as he placed one more opened mouth kiss on the flushed skin he had been working over. There was no reason he should be this bold. He never did things like this, but the short football captain pinned beneath him had been tempting him for weeks.

Seeing him running on the football field during practice today was the last straw. He knew he needed to get his hands on the gorgeous tanned skin of the blue-eyed golden boy of the school. He shouldn’t have even been by the football field to see Louis running or be stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of Louis’ pert ass in his shorts, round and perfect, begging to be grabbed.

Harry was sneaking out of detention and he really shouldn’t have stuck around campus for fear of being caught, but there was something mesmerizing about the way Louis flipped his sweat dampened fringe out of his eyes and peered over to meet Harry’s and find him already staring from his secret spot behind the bleachers.

At present, their chests are heaving from the intensity of the moment before. Harry raised his eyes to meet Louis’ as he took a handful of the older boy’s ass, causing a slight gasp to escape his bitten, cherry red lips.

“C-can you k-kiss me again?” Louis stuttered out between ragged breaths before he could realize what he was asking the other boy. Harry chuckled at his frazzled state and flushed skin, caressing his cheek as a wicked smile graced his lips before he lowered them back down to ghost over Louis’.

“How eager for someone so deep in the closet. Literally and figuratively.” His breath brushed gently and impossibly close to Louis’ lips before moving lower to nibble his way down the shorter boy’s sharp jaw finding his home in the curve leading to his neck.

The comment brought Louis slightly back down to earth from where Harry had him floating in the clouds, but his mouth was far too perfect for him to remain there before he ascended again. His shorts tented as he was sure to be sporting an embarrassing erection from only kissing and touching the taller boy.

It wasn’t a lie that he was in the closet, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. He had never thought about it before if he were being honest. Most of his time was occupied by living his life to meet his parents expectations and the goals they had for him.

There was never a boy like Harry before to change his reality. Make him question whether or not he really liked his cheerleader girlfriend, Jennifer, or if he just thought he did because that is what he was supposed to do.

Sure it might have been strange that he’d never had sex with his girlfriend of three years, but she never questioned it so why should he? Louis gently pushed on Harry’s shoulders to make him detach from where he was forming yet another bruise on the sweaty, salty expanse of the football player’s tawny skin.

“Sure, I may be in the closet, but you are the one who goes around acting like I’m the devil incarnate just to turn around and jump my bones after football practice.” His eyes could barely meet the taller boy’s as he made his weak comment. His knees still slightly wobbly and only now realizing he was being held up by the pressure of Harry’s hips against his own.

Harry’s eyebrows drew together in confusion.

“What? I’ve never acted like that. What are you talking about?”

“Well considering this is the first time you have ever spoken to me and it was after you had your tongue down my throat, I wouldn’t say we were very friendly before today.” A sheepish smile came over the curly headed boy’s lips at the remark on their makeout session. Louis gawked slightly, finding it very out of character. Shy was not an emotion often portrayed on the hard features of the leather jacket, metal ring clad boy that was still pressed against his dizzyingly hard cock.

“I don’t always make the best impression on people I guess. You’re just so impossibly frustrating.” He muttered slowly with a roll of his hips causing a breath to get stuck in Louis’ throat. “I thought it would be better if I didn't try to befriend you. Looks like I failed at that as well.”

His palm slid up the smaller boy’s bare thigh, fingers ghosting under the low hanging hem of his basketball shorts, causing goosebumps to form like a trail marking where they had touched. He hooked his hand around the back of his thigh. Keeping direct eye contact, he lifted the football player’s thick leg to wrap around his own waist with another simultaneous roll of his hips causing a high pitched moan to slip from Louis, his head rolling back as pleasure jolted through him.

“I’m the frustrating one?” Louis panted, needing more friction as he felt a familiar pull in his lower belly. “Your dumb curls are frustrating.” A chuckle sounded from Harry as he threw his head back.

“I was referring to a sexual kind of frustration, but I’m glad you find my curls dumb.” It was only then that Louis realized just how hard the other boy was, the impossibly tight jeans he had on not giving much away to his state of arousal thus far.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise given the hot and heavy pace that Harry had immediately inflicted the moment he slipped into the storage closet behind Louis, the rest of the team long gone leaving him to put everything from practice away. But it was Harry that had gotten them locked in when he knocked the door stop out of the way, not knowing that it would lock upon closing.

It was as the door slammed shut that Louis startled, finding the boy hastily approaching him with the words, “I’m going to kiss you now.” mumbled like an afterthought. So it shouldn’t surprise him when Harry tells him that his behavior throughout this school year was not spurred from hatred, but from resisting his urge to pounce on the blue-eyed boy. That thought alone makes Louis even harder if at all possible and he feels he may pass out from the lack of blood flow to his brain.

He can’t be thinking straight because he quickly changes their present position, shoving Harry against the wall, his hands moving from their previous place on the taller boys shoulders to lace themselves in the long dumb curls at the nape of his neck.

He isn’t sure if this confidence is because he is extremely turned on and in need of release or because he has just learned that the mesmerizing bad boy that felt like forbidden fruit had wanted him since the first day of school.

Harry’s surprised face quickly turns into a smirk as he realizes exactly what Louis is doing and submits without question. Their lips are slotted back together immediately with a feverish pace that fuels both of the flames within them.

“Need you...more...all of you.” Harry breathed between messy kisses, his breath almost shuddering with the last word.

Louis pulled back looking him in the eyes, confused at first then realization hitting him. He had never slept with anyone and here he was in the most absurd place being propositioned by the hottest boy he has ever seen. It almost escapes his mind that Harry is three years younger than him despite being so much taller.

“I don’t..I’ve never..” Louis stutters out with a frantic look on his face. He had just admitted he was a virgin even as a senior in high school. He never felt embarrassed by that fact until this very moment. Harry seemed so experienced and like he knew exactly what he was doing when he had approached.

“Neither have I,” The younger boy huffs out, breath still heaving from their last kiss. Louis thinks he must have misheard the boy, but sees that he didn’t when a shy blush wipes across his face.

There it is again, shyness on the confident biker that he had never seen before. It was endearing really. “..wait, you’ve never...with Jennifer?” Louis is the one with a sheepish grin on his face now at the question.

“Uh, no. I mean we’ve done plenty before, but I’ve just never felt the need.” He peered down at the stiffy he was sporting. “Not with her at least.”

“Why are you with her then? Are you really in denial?” Harry’s eyes showed sympathy rather than judgment for the older boy. He hadn’t thought there could be another reason for Louis’ relationship with the cheerleading captain than to be a coverup, but now he thought there may be some other justification.

“Can we not talk about that right now?” Louis takes the younger boy’s hand and places it over his own arousal, earning a mischievous smile from the boy who takes it upon himself to rub the heel of his hand down, a hiss escaping the older boy’s lips at the targeted pressure. His hips roll involuntarily into the other’s hand in search of more movement, chasing his release.

Harry took the noise as encouragement as he continued his ministrations over Louis’ shorts which were becoming increasingly tighter. He moved his mouth over the football captain’s neck, leaving wet open mouthed kisses up and down. The movement and feeling had Louis reeling and pulled even more beautiful noises from him.

Louis’ head rolled back as he let out a groan, his hands taking purchase on the younger boy's shoulders in an attempt to keep himself standing upright despite his knees getting weaker with each movement of the hand on his clothed erection. Harry stepped forward, coaxing Louis to shuffle backwards. It only took a few steps before the back of his legs hit a large stack of gym mats causing him to fall into a sitting position. With a slight flop, his fringe fell into his line of sight and he looked up to see the taller boy peering down at him with a devilish smile and lust blown eyes.

He went to grab at the back of Harry’s thighs, but before he could, he found himself looking straight into his eyes as the boy dropped to his knees in front of Louis. “..shit..” he mumbled out as he realized what was about to happen.

He was about to get his dick sucked by the curled headed bad boy.

“Can I..?” Harry motioned to Louis’ shorts as if to ask permission to remove them. Louis should have been embarrassed at how quickly he nodded in agreement, but he was too far gone now to look back or continue questioning. He could deal with the implications of all of this later.

Harry’s long ring-clad fingers hooked themselves into the elastic band of Louis’ shorts as he pulled them down just far enough to free the aching member between his legs. The cool air hitting his hot skin elicited a hiss from his lips as Harry wasted no time in taking the older boy’s cock by the base as he began to kiss and lick at the tip.

There was no world where Louis thought this is how his day would end up. For someone who said they didn’t have experience, Harry was a master as he began working his way up and down the football captain’s cock. He pulled out all the stops he could think of licking up the vein on the bottom, hollowing out his cheeks, making lewd noises that had Louis reeling. He found his fingers tangling themselves through the head of curls as he felt the band in his stomach pull tighter and tighter the more the younger boy moved.

Harry’s free hand made gentle strokes over Louis’ tan thigh, somewhat soothing and sweet, a stark contrast to the positively pornagraphic way he was sucking dick right now. “Oh fuck…” Louis began to mutter, feeling closer and closer to the edge, his hand gripping tighter in the boy’s hair. His breathing becoming more labored, “god I’m so close, don’t fucking stop” Harry didn’t speed up or slow down, simply continuing exactly at the pace he had set, preparing himself to swallow all of Louis’ release.

“Shit! Oh my god, that’s it, jesus fuck Harry.” His hips bucked up into the boy’s mouth as he came, shooting his release down the other boy’s throat. Harry sputtered slightly at the sudden movement.

Slowly he removed his mouth with a lewd ‘pop’ sound, tucking Louis back into his shorts. He relaxed back onto his heels, panting, his face looking completely fucked out and satisfied.

“Jesus, you’re seriously telling me you’re a virgin?” Louis asked as he tried to regain his composure. Harry just grinned up at him as he leaned forward to lock their lips together. This kiss was much softer and gentler than the ones before.

“Said I was a virgin, never said I hadn’t sucked dick before.” He muttered as he pulled back only inches away from Louis’ face. The older boy chuckled, but quickly remembered that the kind thing to do in this sort of situation would be to reciprocate the action. He moved to pull Harry up to sit next to him on the gym mats. Hands resting on his waist, lips returning to give sweet and gentle kisses to the others. His hand slid down Harry’s side, caressing his hip and moving towards the zipper of his painted on jeans. Harry pulled away to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to. Want you.” He kissed him harder this time, showing he was on a mission. While he wasn’t quite sure he was ready to get on his knees, if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was rub one out. Sliding down the zipper of Harry’s jeans, he moved his hand over the younger boy’s hard-on, pulling a whine from his lips. Louis swallowed it in a deep kiss as his hand dipped beneath his boxer shorts, finally making contact with the boy’s rock hard cock.

He began slow languid movements up and down the boy’s member, hand loose, gentle caressing in a way that could almost be interpreted as teasing. He licked into Harry’s mouth as the younger boy began sporting a bead of sweat on his brow and uneven breaths. Louis picked up the pace of his strokes and tightened his fist, working up the hill towards the younger boy’s climax. He pulled away from Louis’ mouth, a pathetic whine slipping from his lips. He rested his head on the older boy’s shoulder, nuzzling further into his neck as he started seeing stars.

“More..” he muttered as he gripped tighter onto Louis’ shoulders, the older boy applying more pressure by tightening his fist further. Harry’s brow knit in what could only be described as desperation. Desperate to cum and release all of his pent up feelings from weeks of pining after the football captain. His jaw went slack as he came over Louis’ fist, a low groan rumbling from his lips that Louis chased with a kiss equally as desperate as Harry was a second ago.

Pulling his lips away, Louis’ fist stilled as he gently released the younger boy’s now slowly softening member. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked off the other boy’s release, staring deep into his green eyes. Harry balked at the sight. “..jesus..” he muttered as he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Louis’ lips wrapped around his fingers as he finished off the last bit of cum, a ‘pop’ noise being made similar to the one Harry had made when he had finished blowing him earlier.

“Couldn’t let it go to waste now could I?” He chuckled as Harry still looked at him with awe. A grin spread across the curly haired boy’s face as he pressed a chaste kiss to Louis’ mouth.

“You are full of surprises today.” He said as he tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them up. They straightened out their clothes and hair to an acceptable state before they remembered that they were indeed locked inside of the supply closet.

“Any idea how to get us out of here?” Harry asked as he looked around the room for some sign of another exit. Louis pointed up to a small window on the back wall.

“That window doesn’t have a lock on it, we can try climbing out that way.” He laughed at Harry’s face of amusement as he began moving the gym mats they were just on over towards the window. Harry boosted Louis up out of the window before pulling himself up and out.

He landed on the ground with a grunt, dusting himself off as he got up to tower over Louis once more.

“Shit! What time is it?” Louis checked his blank wrist as if to find a watch, hands patting his person looking for his phone, which he now realized was back in the locker room in his bag. Harry pulled his phone from his back pocket, flipping it open to see the time.

“Around 6 o’clock, why?” He replaced the phone in his pocket.

“Fuck! I was supposed to meet Jen and the guys for pizza a little bit ago. I’m sorry to rush off like this, but I really need to go.” He moved to begin running towards the locker room to gather his stuff when Harry grabbed his hand and pulled them together, lips crashing into the shorter boy’s.

“Have fun.” He said as he pulled away, leaving Louis a little dumbstruck. “Yeah..” he muttered, still a little dazed at the sudden kiss as he turned to sprint towards the school.

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