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faetreides · 4 months

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FIND YOUR LOVE | CORIOLANUS SNOW

summary: modern!coriolanus snow thoughts

cw: crack treated seriously vibes, typical coryo warnings, possessiveness/obsessive behavior, piss kink mention, period blood mention, spit kink mention, slight impact play mention, coryo and reader both have double majors because they’re overachievers, plus sized reader implications, drake mention, reader has bunny teeth & hip dips & glasses, talks of carving letters into skin, spying mention, overstimulation mention, images used in social media elements are not an exact represtation of the reader’s gender or image & are more about the vibes, “wife” usage but he’d feminize you no matter what, implications of sejanus playing the long game, 18+ minors dni

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Unaware rich kid because while a tragedy did happen in the family (his mother dying in childbirth according to his politician father who was later assassinated) nothing happened to really set them back to square one like in canon. He never really has had to claw himself back to the top, he’s just always been on a steady elevator ride to it.

Clumsy in the beginning in the way that he tries to be intimidating. He’s never had to starve so how can he understand its usefulness as a weapon?

Meets scholarship student double major classics and archaeology (minor in philosophy) reader who has only ever struggled.

The type to violently beat someone to near death on a whim and smirk as he’s escorted out of the police station with apologies because his family’s amazing team of lawyers were called.

Definitely part of some Saltburn ass family where you visit and you’re just like “what the fuck?” the things the 1% normalize (there are rumors of his family being cannibals back in the day, they might be a crime family, his high school principal fucked his mom AND his dad) never cease to disturb and confuse you but the gardens are very nice!

Strolls with you through them to seem romantic but also to brag about his family on your second date that he insisted be at his house (he was kind enough to let your first be at his family’s vacation house in the south of France)

Piss kink (creaks the bathroom door open to hold your hand or he leans against the door and stares you down if you take too long), period sex (more the type to eat you out on your period though) spit sharing and smearing, etc. Because of his carefully manufactured image, when he’s in love he just wants to completely let go and be gross and have that he accepted by the person be loves (plus it scratches the possessive itch in his brain by marking you and knowing you’d be too embarrassed to do it with anybody else)

Really only hand spanks you when you’re actively fucking and he’s so caught up in it all, he just grips the flesh of your ass and furiously jiggles it in his hands in between brisk strikes of his open palms and gets caught on your hole accidentally, it gets to the point where you’d want him to hit harder even if you thought you wouldn’t be into it because it’s just so unintentionally teasing.

Unlike the stereotypes, wouldn’t really be into drinking (other than wine because he thinks he’s above the beer drinking peasants) or drugs (other than the occasional line of cocaine 🤭) thinks keeping a clear head while you’re doing evil plotting is important. Typical white college rich boy hypocrisy (keeps you away from it though, even weed because it can kill your brain cells and he likes his bunny smart.)

He WILL carve his full government name onto you like a womb tattoo if you answer his texts 5 seconds after he expects you too. You CANNOT play with him.

Asked you out by leaving a bouquet of roses on your desk every morning with a note like “these are my grandma’am’s roses, and their beauty could only remind me of you 🥺🥹” (he threatened your roommate to deliver them and made sure they did thanks to the hidden camera he also had them put in)

Double major Political Science and Latin, minor in Philosophy but he likes ancient/older philosophy more. #1 “um actually 🤓👆” offender (hell is hot but his body runs ice cold, so he does not care <3) someone says they like philosophy and he goes “name three philosophers other than Nietzsche and Camus. I bet you’re the type to read Kafka too huh? whore.” (/j)

So hot though like modern Coryo has the curls but a touch shaggier. Everyone on campus turns their phones to the side and takes “discreet” pictures and makes those whisper posts like “need me an unhinged crazy jealous psycho possessive bf” but they’re not you so that wish will never come true :)

Say you’re going to McDonald’s, and he will kill you (if you’re from the south and you try to feed him anything traditional you’re used to, his charcuterie board and caviar eating ass will implode)

Another student in class asks you to borrow a pencil & his brain genuinely goes haywire so without looking he sends them the “let’s play a little game I made” TikTok (by the time you look back at him, he’s warmly smiling as he makes sure you see his hand sliding up his thigh)

If you think you’re working after getting your degree (he could’ve made you drop out, be grateful you get to spend more time together this way) then you’ve got a big storm coming (hope you can accept being baby trapped mwah)

He’s your little chihuahua named sparkles that bites people.

Emotional drake listener

The type where if you 99.7% (he will allow some wiggle room) give into his delusion and insanity, it’s nothing but smooth sailing (for you) and sex would still be passionate but never rough. Sometimes he slips a bit, but you just get more family heirloom jewelry and 5 billion sessions of oral as apologies.

On the swim team and runs track (somehow still looks hot no matter what doing those sports, wants you lick all the sweat off his body after he’s done. (he’d do that for you.) has a private yacht and does polo with Sejanus.

You once sat down, opened a package of cabbage leaves and went to town & Coryo knew in that moment that love is not a choice, it’s a curse.

Buys you mountains of clothes (the softest sweaters or the tightest evening wear because he loves how nothing about your body is hidden from him and one of his favorite ways to wind down is to soothe the marks left by the tight clothes digging into the chub of your tummy with his tongue) also loves how much bigger your thighs get when they spread out as you straddle him in one of his buttons up that reaches just under your ass.

Has a garage full of classic cars that he fucks you in and takes you on drives in.

(Insp. by that one video) fucks you on your stomach while cradling your jaw and when he’s done, he’s kissing down your back and all over your ass while hold a hand on the back of your neck. Eats you out upside-down kneeling straight up on the bed, the skin of your thighs spilling between his fingers as he grips them and nearly bends you in half. You don’t really ride him because he uses you like a fleshlight.

Tits guy no matter the size, prefers jerking off over them and covering them in cum over a boob job.

He won’t let you out in it, but you can be his bunny for Halloween since your front teeth remind him of a bunny, he already has the ears and tail waiting for you. That tweet where it’s like “okay everybody my bf’s about to walk in you all have to clap or I’m blowing this whole fucking building up” but that’s him when it comes to you.

Canon era snow is a girl dad, but modern snow is a boy dad, I fear.

Met you when you had just finished checking into your dorm, you were scrambling all over the place and without looking you bumped into the it boy of the school. His hands suddenly curved like shackles around your hips, his fingers subconsciously stroking your hip dips being the only reason you both didn’t careen to the floor from the collision.

“You should be more careful, wouldn’t want you to get a nasty bruise now, would we?” said with an unreadable yet playful tone and a snake’s smile, lips slightly curled up in the corners and a little too many teeth showing to feel truly comforted. His tongue flicks over his canines for a split second.

Smells like Maison Francis Kurkdijan’s baccarat rouge 540 (buzzcut Coryo gives Dior Sauvage vibes)

Matching airpod max sets and lets you put little bows on his.

Impeccable cable management, phone wirelessly charging on the nightstand or kitchen counter until it’s at 100% and doesn’t charge it again until it’s at 1%

Teaches you how to swim if you don’t know how, with a hand curled under your neck and another under your thigh to help you float. But has no problem just lounging with your back on his chest on the deck of his yacht or laying his head on your chest while you read together on the private beach he booked during your trip.

Slowly fingers you while making out with you and massaging your throat with his other hand. His chunky rings make clanging sounds against your pussy, and he smiles into your lips when you whine. He rests his forehead against yours & slowly spits in your mouth when it falls open as he makes you cum over and over until you’re too tired to leave the apartment he bought for the two of you.

Jiggles your tummy rolls when you’re fucking but sometimes, he’ll just casually bite them, loves laying his head on your stomach and when you sleep. He likes to have a firm grip on the chub of your tummy. He also just plays with it, pulls it, and kneads it but occasionally he’ll gently smack it.

NUTS ON YOUR STRETCH MARKS LIKE HE’S ICING A CINNAMON ROLL

Anyway, his grandma’am owns a fleet of flower shops across the country as well as managing the snow family’s gardens, and luckily enough the one closest to campus was hiring when you enrolled!

Pisces sun Capricorn rising Aries mars, stay strong.

Has to look you in the eyes or he can’t cum.

Always keeps glasses cleaner and a microfiber cloth on him so the second he sees you rub your eyes in frustration because you can’t see through them anymore (because in your mind that would somehow fix it) and reach to grab them off your face, he’s snaking his hand out and snatching them up. He doesn’t even give then back to you; he tenderly tucks your hair behind your ears and slowly slides them back on your face. literally booping the center of them with a grin. Also has your custom designed glasses case (with his initials) in one of his bag’s front pockets.

You asked him to buy you the Gojo skin in Fortnite and he grumbled “you already have my information.” But in his mind, he’s like “what does he have that i don’t?” 💀 (he’ll lose his mind when he finds out you like Geto more). Will play with you on a team consisting of the two of you and Sejanus. (so, he can keep an eye on you two)

Has very pretty cum, pearly and so thick you get jump scared when it leaks out because your pussy tries to weakly clench to keep it inside and it just pushes through. Cums less often but when he does its huge continuous loads, humps against whatever part of you he can like a dog and lays his head on your chest.

You could almost argue he likes anal more than anything else. When he eats you out, you run an extremely high risk of him “getting lost” and starting to eat out your other hole. When his dick slips out, he makes you watch while he slaps it against your clit and drags it through your slick to teasingly act like he’s going to push it into your ass.

Kisses his camera when you fall asleep on facetime if you’re apart from each other. wipes his lips afterwards though for sanitary reasons.

For sure the type to go overboard when someone says they want honest advice. Then when they’re on the verge of tears and he’s made everything worse, he goes “that’s just me though, who am I to judge yk? take it with a grain of salt.”

Museum dates but he’s pointing at depictions of goddesses and saying, “that’s you.”

Will drop kick those annoying Sephora kids if you need a certain product that they’re going after.

Y’all are battling for who has more products, your bathroom so is huge but every time you move something’s always falling off the double vanity sink.

If you need an inhaler or an EpiPen or anything like that, he’ll always have one on him. when you need it, his reaction is so fast you almost can’t see it and he tries to hide how his hands shake slightly even if the attack you're dealing with is more minor.

You could tell him you hate coconut and when you go on your fancy little dates to 5 stars restaurants, if your plate has even the tiniest hint of coconut, he’s sending that back with the harshest glare on his face imaginable (“They asked for no pickles!” *Gunshots* vibes)

Gets jealous of fictional characters, you show the slightest interest in a man who’s literally not real and his eye nearly falls out from how much it twitches.

The possessive bf coded TikTok trends you’d make him do would go crazy though like the nails on his dick through his pants one, any princess treatment one, any one where you’re dancing and he has to cover you, “hey daddy” & other text ones.

Alarms every five minutes, not only for him but he wants to be awake at the same time as you for a bit before you have to go your separate ways during the day. (kisses your temple when you slump against him while you try to wake up)

“What’s up, Petal?”

“What’s up, Coryo?”

While he acts like he’s been doing you a favor all this time, he would get you that engagement ring that has a spike going through the finger bone in it, and he would get a matching one <3.

Double penetration with a dildo that’s a replica of his cock 😻😽

Closet bi (childhood crush on Sejanus, who btw has been eyeing you too much for his liking lately.)

Scars on his back from An Incident. shaved his head and dropped out of school for a bit but it wasn’t hard for his family to get him back in

Gives you the worst side eye when you ask him to play Roblox total drama island with you but when Sejanus offers, he’s galloping to his pc (he absolutely kills it, like he’s undefeated and he’s not afraid to bully whatever kids are in the game)

Vibes:

a/n: this is lowkey so cringe but i am free. i hate him (i'd tell him i love him on the first date.) will definitely do more with this verse but have this brainrot for now. hope you enjoyed anyway! btw i'll actually be opening comissions next month. so i'd really appreciate it if y'all would keep that in mind! talk to me about modern coryo or any version of coryo lol.

#dividers by cafekitsune and pommecita #dark fic #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #snow x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x you #tbosas #hunger games x reader #tw toxic #mdni #⚰️.deaddove #tw dark content #yandere themes #yandere x reader #modern!coriolanus snow

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lazyneonrabbitt · 5 months

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Dad's best friend!Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader | SMUT 🔞 [Pt.2]

Your father shares information about his best friend to show support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected.

🐺 🐺 🐺

You and Daryl met via your father, Rick Grimes.

Him and Daryl had been best friends for so long they considered themselves brothers.

Although there was one major thing you had more in common with his best friend than with your father.

Monsters.

Werewolves to be exact.

Rick knew how crazy obsessed you were with those old day horror movies and their leading monsters so when he learned about Daryl’s more ..feral side he had asked if it was okay if you knew as well, to which he agreed.

When your dad told you his friend Daryl had something to show you you had zero clue of that it could be. All he cared for was hunting, leather jackets and motorcycles.

What you didn’t expect was to be met with a set of glowing blue eyes above exposed fangs and a clawed hand reaching out to hand you some books on lycantrophy.

Eyes wide you stared at the man on your couch and words seemed to fail you no matter how deep you dug through your mind. So you and your now soaked panties spun and ran up to your room.

“I think she meant to say thanks, Daryl.”

After that, whenever he visited you’d make sure to hang around and just talk to him. You wanted to learn everything about him and his species now that you knew they were real.

Daryl would sometimes bring you new books. The dust covers hiding the true, dirty covers of books on breeding, or biological books for ‘studying’ that did go in full depth when it came to anatomy.

Of course those books weren’t the only thing shared between the two of you. He could smell how turned on you got around him, that’s why you got the dirtier books in the first place.

When Rick got called about an emergency at work he rushed out, ordering you to take care of Daryl, who respectfully left after he had finished his drink. But not without sharing his phone number and later that evening his newly acquired snapchat. You shared a good amount of filthy thoughts over the app and his visits got more and more difficult for you both to sit through. You, thinking of wrapping your lips around his delicious looking cock as he howled out in pleasure while he came down your throat. But also him being able to sense your internal struggle and soaked panties. It was like you were silently begging him to bend you over the coffee table right then and there.

A couple months into your secret texting you had been reading one of the books Daryl had gifted you. The one on breeding, specifically. It went into great detail of certain mating rituals, what certain full moons did for reproduction on both male and female weres, but hidden further into the pages was this chapter on cross-breeding. The chapters included graphics of human females during the stages of pregnancies carrying either a single pup or multiples.

You had your reading nook prepared with a full phone battery, a small bottle of lube and the largest, knotted toy you kept hidden deep in your cabinets.

The whole book turned you on so much that even the informative graphics were enough to get you so slicked up you didn’t even need the lube as you slid the toy inside of you.

Grabbing your phone you opened snapchat and started a recording.

The book was the first thing in view, your fingers grazing over the image of a human female, her belly showed the internal view of her womb full of multiple pups, with next to it an outside look of her torso displaying a large round belly with multiple canine like teats. After letting the details show you swapped to your selfie cam, giving the camera a soft moan and bit your lip before moving the camera down to where you were pumping the thick, knotted toy in and out of your soaked pussy. You added a quick ‘wanna be like her..’ and sent it over to Daryl and laid your phone to the side, now giving all your attention to yourself and finishing what you started. As you worked yourself to release your phone dinged and a quick glance showed Daryl’s snapchat icon popping up. While one hand kept moving the toy, the other opened the snap and watched him jerk himself off with a clawed hand as bright blue eyes stared right at the camera. His shirt was pulled up between his bared fangs as he growled out loud and finished all over his hand and stomach. He came more than any guy in porn vids you’d seen and the caption read ‘allathat’s gonna be inside ya’. You kept the snap replaying on loop as you pushed yourself that last bit over the edge and came around the toy. You replied to his snap with one of your own, filming yourself pulling the large toy out, showing just how big it really was.

As you cleaned up you got another snap. It showed the view of Daryl’s back porch, leading into the woods that surrounded his cabin. The little text bar at the bottom read ‘cute. Lil’ small for ya, dontcha think?’

His words left you speechless and in the next week you spent some time shopping online and spending your savings on s little special number for Daryl’s eyes only. On the day your dad had to work a double shift you had called Daryl over and started to prepare as soon as he confirmed he was going.

This was the first time you were going to be having sex for real instead of just fucking yourselves in front of your phone cameras. You had already showered in the morning to save as much time as possible. You didn’t need to do your hair and your makeup was going to be ruined anyways so you just dressed in your baby pink lacy number with the open crotch and pink leather collar that held a large metal ring.

To finish off the look you had custom ordered a set of realistic wolf ears and a matching tail buttplug. Your knee high socks were white with pink stripes at the top and pink paw pas printed at the bottoms of your feet. You threw on a robe to welcome your visitor into the house and quickly led him up to your room.

“So whatcha got under here, huh?” His hands wasted no time and went to pluck at the ribbon holding your robe closed, untying it and throwing it to the side, taking in your lace covered body and exposed cunt. From the top of your furry ears to the bottoms of your padded feet you were looking like the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on. You bit your lip and did a little twirl for him, wiggling your ass at him to make sure he saw your little tail and turned back around to pull at your collar as you looked up at him.

“Ya really want me ta breed ya like yer a little bitch in heat.” His fingers hooked into the ring on your collar and pulled you closer, taking one of your hands and shoving it down the front of his pants. You squeezed his hard member and moaned at the idea of him buried deep inside of you.

“Alright puppy, why dontcha lay down all pretty for me, I’ll join ya in a sec.” He quickly undressed as you laid down, spread out for him on your kingsize bed. A pair of shining blue eyes followed your every move and as he made his way up to you he rolled his shoulders and snarled, hunching over as he climbed onto the bed and changing, shifting into his beast form that was at least twice his normal size. Looking up from the large fangs in your face as he lapped at you, to the enormous knotted member that put any of your toys to shame you suddenly realized Daryl’s joke that day.

“P.. Please- prep me first.” Your voice stammered and Daryl only laughed as to mock you but he still moved down until his muzzle was level with your cunt. He took a long whiff of your soaked smell before lapping at your folds and shoving the full length of his tongue inside of you.

The moan you let out was almost pornographic. So much it even shocked you with how loud you were. Looking down you were met with Daryl’s top jaw covering your lower belly as his tongue kept working your insides and his lower fangs poked at the fat of your ass. He let out an experimental growl that had you clench around his tongue. “Ahh fuck again..” Your wish as quickly fulfilled as he kept up his growls, sending jolts of pleasure through you as you squirmed under his hold all the way up to your highest pitched whines that left you as you came hard around his tongue. The appendage was slowly pulled out of you and lapped up everything that managed to spill from your lower lips. You were a heaving mess and you hadn’t even touched his cock, letting you know how insanely ruined he as going to leave you when he was done with you.

With heavy movements he positioned himself above you again, his mouth open and tongue still lolling out of his maw. With two clawed fingers he pulled your mouth wide open and let a glob of drool fall onto your tongue so you could taste yourself. He kept your jaw shut and rubbed your throat with his other fingers like you’d do to a pet that had to swallow its medicine, and swallow you did. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to show it was all gone.

With some more heavy moves Daryl moved himself comfortably onto the bed a hold of you and maneuvered you around to a fuckable position. Your hands were held above your head and one leg was pulled up against your chest as he rutted his hips against you, pressing his tip between your folds and moving further in with every thrust.

Choked gasps left you after he pressed in only halfway. The burning sensation of being stretched on his girth was one thing but you never had any of your toys, knots included fill you this deep. It hurt but there was no way you were going to make him stop. You wanted him so deep you could feel him poke your lungs. His face came down to lick at your cheeks, taking away any spilling tears and held your rocking hips still in a large paw as he slowly worked himself all the way in. You were so small compared to him, if he pushed in any further he’d tear your insides. He needed to take it slow until he as fully sheathed, but as soon as he was he could really set that breeding pace you so desperately wanted to experience. You looked down at his member being almost fully inside of you, only an inch and a half left between his knot and your lips. You watched as short ruts moved his cock in and out, the outline of it showing through the skin of your belly.

With his cock fully sheathed and his knot resting against your stretched lips he gave you a moment to breathe. His heaving breaths fanning your face while you rubbed your palms over the stretched skin of your stomach.

When you gave him the okay he started at a slow, steady pace and slowly worked up to the gut-wrenching breeding his bitch in heat pace he had promised you when he came in.

Rick came home earlier than he expected and to his surprise, found Daryl’s bike in his driveway. Normally when he came over he’d send a text and never go further than the garage. He didn’t thing too much of it any further and would find his brother when he’d find him.

Except the lower floor of the house was empty. Maybe he had gone off to the store to pick up new cigarettes.

He trudged up the stairs on his way to go take a shower, hearing the familiar sounds of monstrous growling coming from your room as he walked past.

Except why weren’t those sounds accompanied by the usual hight pitched woman’s screams or haunting background music?

What he did hear was something he hoped never to hear. “So close..” sounded your voice from behind the door. Without thinking twice his hand went to the handle, not knowing he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

There, in the middle of your plush bed laid you, ass right at the centre of his view, a plush tail dangling between your cheeks as your upper body laid splayed out across the pillows. Heaving chest exposed and covered in bleeding puncture wounds. A thick, pink leather collar around your neck and fuzzy ears on top of your head. One of your legs was raised up against the torso of what he knew for a fact to be his best friend in his changed form, currently balls deep fucking into his daughter. A large paw moved to cover your view of the room’s entrance as a thumb pressed past your lips and Daryl bared his teeth at the man in the door opening, signaling it was time to leave. Hands raised in defeat as Rick stepped back out of his daughter’s room and let the beast pick up his pace again right before he managed to close the door fully.

Your muffled moans sounded through the door as he decided to head out and go for a long walk around the neighborhood to make sure he wouldn’t catch any more of that ever.

“Ah Daryl, please..” You were so close again you were begging him to finish with you. You were so sore you were almost willing to beg him to stop. “Please, so close..” With your hands released again you reached down to squeeze at his knot, hoping he’d get the hint that you really wanted him to finish.

His head moved down to lick at your mouth as he sped up his thrusts, his knot pressing down harder against your lips every time. His tongue pressed past your lips and shoved down your throat as he tongue fucked your mouth. A padded finger rubbing at your clit had your eyes rolling back and your walls clamping down around his length, right as he rutted into you hard. His knot pressed inside of you and with a harsh pull it made it known it was really stuck inside of you.

You awoke the next morning with your thighs stuck together with dried cum and a naked human Daryl cuddling you.

As you tried to carefully get out of bed unnoticed you were made aware of Daryl being awake as well and grumbling a good morning as you moved over him to grab a robe and go clean yourself up as Daryl took some more time being comfortable in your bed.

All cleaned up and dressed in some underwear you went back to your room to find Daryl dressed and fishing through your hidden shoebox of toys.

“Ahem?” Making your presence known and passing him to grab some comfortable house clothes. You let him know you were gonna go make some breakfast and pray your dad had already left, but that prayer was quickly shot down by Daryl announcing he could hear your dad rummage around in the kitchen and you were going to have to face him.

Daryl offered to join you to soften the blow. You were too fucked out yesterday to realize your father had seen you two, also thanks to Daryl’s large paw obscuring your view of the door.

Once downstairs the two of you made your way into the kitchen, treading lightly and delicately wishing your dad a good morning as you went to make coffee for you and Daryl.

Without looking up from his morning papers Rick spoke. “I don’t want you ever doing that again in my house, understood?”

You shrunk into yourself before looking up in realization. “Y… You.. heard us?”

Daryl scoffed from the other side of the kitchen, seemingly unaffected by all of it. “Did more than just hear us. Gonna have nightmares for years.”

The pot of coffee shook in your trembling hands, almost spilling all over the counter. The idea of your father seeing you like you in such a filthy way had your stomach in knots.

The sound of papers crumpling and hands slamming onto the counter had you jump, dropping the spoon to the floor with a loud clatter.

“I trusted you with Daryl’s secret because you had an interest in those movies. Not so you could use it your for own.. Pleasure.” He had a hard time even saying it out loud, let alone look you in the eyes as he said it but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do anything about it. You were an adult after all. “In fact if you’re adult enough to make such decisions you are old enough to find your own place to do that stuff, but not under my roof.”

All the while he still hadn’t looked up from his now messed up papers.

You stood there with tears in your eyes, terror and anxiety washing over you all at once, uncertain about what to even respond to such words.

“Well,” Not even a single heartbeat later Daryl spoke up. “Looks like we’re headin’ back upstairs ta pack yer stuff.” Ha strode over to your side to move you back around. “M’takin’ ya home t’ma cabin.”

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: Will I ever stop writing monsterfuckery? Absolutely not.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #twd au #twd fanfiction #werewolf #werewolves #monster x human #human x monster #monster fucker #tw monsterfucking

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thefrontofmymind · 10 months

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Unknown (matty healy x reader)*

WARNINGS: THIS IS SMUT, IF I FIND OUT A MINOR READS THIS IM TELLING UR PARENTS

a/n: this is a part 2 to all things end, this one is based off of the song unknown by hozier. listen to it, it's such a good song

You spent months living your life before you let yourself think about him again. You were invited to a dinner party at the Hann’s, it would’ve been weird if he wasn’t invited. You were thinking of it as something of a preemptive strike against yourself–finally thinking through and addressing your relationship with Matty.

It’d been easy so far, he’d been away on tour so things in your flat were like they always were, apart from the day after you knew they’d all gotten back when George showed up to your flat, asking for some of his things. You let him take most of Matty’s things, from a list you saw he was reading off of from a text on his phone–a guitar he particularly loved, some of his clothes he didn’t pack for tour, and his stack of full notebooks he’d compiled over the years. He let you keep all the records housed in a floor-to-ceiling shelf in your living room. You knew there were some especially rare ones in the collection, ones you knew he tracked down after years and years of looking.

You decided the best way to really digest everything you’d hid away in a locked-up cupboard in your mind was to write a letter. You didn’t go into it thinking you’d ever give it to him, but you just wanted to write down all the things you wish you could say to him, so you could start again with a clean slate of sorts.

Dear Matty,

To start out this letter, I should tell you that, even now, I think I’ll always love you. Of course you knew this from our last proper conversation, but it’s still true now over 2 months later. We did so much together, you’ll always have a piece of my heart, and I hope mine your’s.

I try not to think about you when I see the ashtray I made for you during that week of quarantine when I got really into pottery. It still sits at its home on the window sill of the bathroom. I try not to turn my head too quickly when I’m out in public and I hear a Northern man speaking behind me. I don’t think I can ever watch True Romance again without thinking about my favourite song, I don’t think I could listen to Fugazi again without thinking of that goddamn t-shirt you wore until it was covered in holes.

I never said it enough, but I’m still so proud of you. For everything. You are a true image of dreams being accomplished, you’re basically a legend in the making. I know you never liked me inflating your ego too much, but I hope you’ll take this compliment at least this once.

This could be misconstrued as a little selfish, but I hope you’re hurting as much as I have been. I hope you struggle to think of me, I hope you reminisce on the good times and dwell on the tough times. I don’t know where you’re staying at the moment, I’m still getting all your mail so you mightn’t have gotten a new place yet, so you’re probably staying with George or someone, but I hope there’s things that remind you of me. Like those cufflinks I bought you for the first of your birthdays we spent together or when you see a movie on Netflix you know I love.

I hope that when we see each other again, there’s not a shred of any contempt in my heart. We don’t have to be friends, but it would kill me if we couldn’t even speak.

Love From Me

As you folded it and slid it into an envelope you felt so much lighter. And with it placed at the bottom of the drawer of your nightstand, you felt like you could breathe freely–for the first time in months.

Now you just had to face him. A task easier said than done, even with your previous exercise, it was a bandaid that made the pain bearable.

The evening of the dinner, you made sure to look your best. Not for Matty, no. You needed to show everyone else that you were fine–you were sure Matty had told them all about what happened, and the only one of his bandmates you’d spoken to was George. It was a shock when you got the text from Carly asking if you were free, you thought the end of your relationship with Matty would mean the end of your friendship with the people around him. Not to say you weren’t pleasantly surprised, just a little bit caught off guard.

You did a quick once-over before you headed out the door, and in the least self-conceited way, you’d never looked hotter. Your makeup was perfect, your hair had that fluffy, 90s supermodel look, and you were wearing a dress that fit you like a glove, in a colour that was the perfect compliment to your glowing skin.

On the drive there you were trying to psych yourself up. It wasn’t a big deal…You could do this. Even as you were walking towards the front door and you could hear laughs inside, you kept telling yourself you would be okay…even if you didn’t believe it all that much.

Only about a second after you pressed the doorbell, you were greeted with the sight of the one, the only Jamie Squire.

“How are you, kid?” He asked excitedly, giving you a friendly hug.

“Oh…You know,” you answered. Because he most certainly did know. You held up the mid-priced bottle of red wine you brought. “Where should this go?”

“Oh Carly’s in the kitchen,” he said.

You were glad to see Carly alone in the kitchen, checking on whatever meal was in the oven. She was just as dolled up as you–you were glad you wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb.

“Carls!” You called to her as you entered the kitchen.

She excitedly turned and gave you a hug, and gave you a compliment on your makeup. You were always grateful for the friendship between The 1975’s WAGs, past and present.

“So where’s the little rockstar?” You asked, you always loved spending time with Baby Hann, as one of his godparents you’d spent many days playing along with any game he could come up with–which were becoming more and more inventive as he got older.

“He’s at Ad’s parents’,” she answered, you frowned. “Hey, we need a night off every so often!”

“I know…I know…” You joked as you poured a glass from the bottle you brought. “Well then where’s your lovely husband? Need to tell him he should help out his wife.”

“He’s in the living room with everyone else…” She got quiet at the end of her sentence.

“Hey,” you said in a serious tone. “It’s okay, I can be around him.”

“You’re sure?”

“I think.” You laughed.

“If you say so…” She went back to preparing some kind of sauce on the stovetop, leaving you to wade into the unknown.

You followed the noise of laughter and talking. You were greeted with the sight of George standing in front of everyone else, telling some insane story of his–and the band’s–youth. He trailed off mid-sentence when you entered, and his audience all whipped their heads around to look at the interruption.

Immediately everyone stood, each taking turns to greet you with a polite hug. Last was Matty, he hung back as everyone else said hello. You were so distracted you didn’t notice him at first, but when you did, it was clear how he’d been doing. His hair was longer than before, but not in a way that seemed like he was trying to grow it out, he had a light sprinkle of stubble, and the suit he wore–a staple for him recently–was wrinkled and it looked just a little too big on him.

You politely gave him a kiss on the cheek. You were engulfed in the scent of his cologne, a scent you didn’t realise you missed so dearly.

“How are you, love?” He asked. Love. Sometimes things don’t change, you thought.

“I’m alright,” you said with a bright facade. “Busy with work.”

“Good! Me too,” he answered.

Soon you were whisked away by whomever wanted to talk to you next, not even given an opportunity to say goodbye.

And that was how it went for most of the evening, you’d somehow end up standing next to each other, and someone would intervene. You couldn’t blame your friends, they just wanted to minimise the tension, but there was nothing that could be done about your heart shattering more and more every time you got a look at him.

It got later into the night, and soon the group began to get thinner and thinner. At just a few stragglers left, you saw Matty in the back garden, smoking a cigarette and scrolling through his phone. It was time.

Maybe it was the bottle of wine giving you the courage, but you knew you couldn’t end the night without a proper conversation with Matty, it would be just plain rude not to.

He didn’t react at hearing the clunk of your heels on the wooden deck he was sitting on, only when you sat down right next to him. All he did was offer you a drag of his cigarette which you took, like old times.

“I’m glad you came,” he said after you handed the ciggie back to him. “Here, I mean.”

“Me too…” You answered. “Was a fun night.”

“Did you see how pissed Charli was?” He smiled. “G had to carry her to the car.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” you laughed. “So…uh…where are you staying at the moment?”

“I’ve been bouncing around…” He answered. “Here for tonight.”

You nodded. He seemed quite content to keep scrolling on his phone in silence, but you didn’t want to quit.

“Do you think we could be friends?” You asked. “One day, I mean…eventually.”

Matty looked at you–properly–for the first time since you sat down. “I hope so. Just…”

“What?”

“I need to get over some stuff before that,” he said, nonchalantly, stubbing out his cigarette on the wood of the deck. “Like…I don’t think I’ll ever love someone the way I love you. Like ever.”

Your heart sank at the admission. Everything you’d done to prepare yourself to face him calmly suddenly went out the window.

“Then what are we doing?”

He looked confused by your question.

“Why are we both miserable and just not doing anything about it? Why did we decide to split up if this was how it would end up?”

You were admittedly a bit drunker than you realised at first, you’d never have as much courage to talk to him about all this if you were completely sober.

“Because…” He started. “We run our course.”

“Who says?” You could feel something–Anger? Passion?–bubbling up. “Why should we suffer doing something that neither of us really want? Why were we so rash with all this?”

That last question was more to yourself, why did you give up so easily? You could see Matty’s eyes had a slight gloss to them, yours matched them.

“I don’t know.” Was all he said. And it was enough to solidify your decision of what you were about to do.

You began to lean forward, strong eye contact between the two of you. Matty met you in the middle and before you knew it you were engulfed in the warmth of his kiss, now letting the tears flow freely. It was some kind of cathartic release, all pent up over the last few months.

You didn’t break away until you were in desperate need of air. You both caught your breaths, just staring at each other. Eventually Matty let out a small chuckle.

“What?” You asked, confused but matching his grin.

“Was just thinking…” He started. “I’m supposed to stay here tonight…And I don’t know how I’m gonna sneak out to spend the night with you.”

You laughed. “Well that’s very presumptuous of you.”

“Well I know my audience…” He quipped. It was true, he knew the kind of person you were, as evident when you brought him back to your flat after your first proper date and silently begged him not to judge you–which he didn’t.

You both sat in silence for a little while, a comfortable silence. You didn’t want to go back inside, you felt safe in just Matty’s presence. But you were thinking, how would you explain this to everyone? Simple, you didn’t have to. As much as you loved the band and everyone that came along with them–your family–you did like being alone some of the time. And you thought it best to be alone right now.

“Well I’m going home,” you said, standing up.

“What do I do?” He asked.

“I don’t know! Come up with some excuse! Like you need another pack of fags or something!”

“Carly doesn’t like me smoking here! I had to sneak that one!” He pointed to the butt that was sitting crumbled on the deck next to him.

You sighed. “Just come up with something?”

He laughed. “I’ll try…”

You bid a farewell to the last of the group, and thanked the wonderful couple for hosting. As you turned the ignition of your car, a sense of excitement ran through you. You felt like a teenager again, sneaking around with a boy that made you giddy.

When you got back to your flat, you hurriedly tidied as best you could; making your bed, drying and putting away the dishes you’d left on the sink. When you finally had the time to get a look at yourself in the mirror and saw the sight before you, you quickly refreshed your makeup, fixing your smudged lipstick and creased concealer.

And then you waited on your sofa, after you poured yourself a glass of wine to keep your fearlessness going. Time ticked by ever so slowly. You must’ve checked your phone about two hundred times over the course of about 50 minutes. Eventually you heard a series of rapid knocks at your door, it could only be him. As soon as you opened the door his lips were on yours, feverish and rough.

“What took so long?” You asked in between kisses.

“Had to wait for everyone to leave…” Another kiss. “And then for Hann and Carly to go to bed.”

You just smiled. You had the adrenaline of a horny teenager.

In a flurry of clothes being stripped off between biting, hot kisses, you made your way to your bedroom. A task that was easy for Matty, purely for muscle memory.

There was no need to warm up to it. You straddled Matty and engulfed him in another kiss that almost made you melt.

“You want me to wear a condom?” He asked in a string of breaths, trying not to focus on the heat radiating from you on his thighs.

“I know I’m still clean, are you?”

“Of course.” Was his way of saying there’d been nobody else, An admission that made you beam.

You took gentle hold of his cock, running your thumb over the tip and eliciting a moan from him. And even more as you slowly lowered down on him. It felt comfortable, like home.

As you began to bounce, keeping firm eye contact with Matty, you could feel a bubble start to form in your abdomen.

You felt your spine turn to jelly when Matty placed two firm fingers on your clit, massaging it in a familiar pattern that you hadn’t felt in months. You were rapidly approaching the edge.

“Ma–Baby…” You began to get out. “Al-almost there…”

“Do you want me on top?” He asked, you nodded.

In a flash, Matty readjusted you so you were laying on top of the mattress, lifting your hips up just a little so he could hit that spot, over and over and over again.

You were biting your lip to stop from letting out the most guttural moan, you just about drew blood. But you just couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Once Matty had hit your g-spot one last time, you just unravelled underneath him. He kept thrusting as you ran out your high, but it wasn’t long before he was emptying into you and collapsing next to you.

In a hazy silence, you both were laid on your bed–yours and his–catching your breaths. After a few minutes of recovery, you sat up a little to look at Matty. He was staring at the ceiling with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on him.

“You alright there?” You asked, with a smile of your own.

“Yeah just…” He took a second to gather his thoughts. “Just really, really happy.”

“Me too.”

The rest of your evening–in a word–was still. You were sat in bed, now under the covers with legs intertwined, just talking. Talking about anything, everything, what you missed out on each other’s lives in the past couple months.

But there was one thing you wanted to tell him–needed to tell him. It was whispering at you from the drawer of your nightstand.

“I have something for you,” you said.

“Oh?” Matty asked with a smile as turned away from him to retrieve the envelope. “Is it a good something or a bad something?”

“Good, I think.” You handed him the envelope that had ‘to Matty’ scrawled on the front. “I wrote it a couple days ago, I just wanted to get all my feelings out.”

As he opened the envelope and quickly scanned the paper within, he got the memo. “A letter for me?”

“You don’t have to read it, or if you want to I can leave the room if that makes it easier…”

“No, you don’t have to…” He said with urgency. “Just sit with me?”

You nodded and shimmied closer to him as he read. It took a couple minutes, after he was done, he folded it back up and placed it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. You finally looked at him, he had tears in his eyes.

“I…” He said shakily. “I love you so much. And I’m never letting you go again.”

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A/N: ceorry is finally here with plus size reader!! hope you guys will love it, i really enjoyed writing this and i can't wait to read your thoughts!

WORD COUNT: 13.7k

WARNING: sexual content, struggle with body image

SUMMARY: You're about to start your business as an interior designer. Thanks to your best friend, your first client turns out to be none other than Harry Styles, the insanely handsome and stupidly rich business man.

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“I quit my job.”

The front door shuts closed behind you just as Bianca drops the spoon she was holding into her bowl of ice-cream upon hearing your announcement and before she could even speak up you continue.

“And I think Vincent and I kinda broke up.”

She coughs with wide eyes, placing her bowl to the coffee table as she moves to one side of the couch.

“There’s a lot to unpack there, come on, sit down and tell me about it all!” she urges and sighing you drop your bag by the front door and walk over to her, collapsing onto the couch after what felt like the worst day of your life so far.

You eye the ice-cream Bianca just discarded and you feel like you could inhale it in one go so you point at it turning towards your best friend and flatmate.

“Can I eat that?” you sigh with a frown.

“Uh, sure, go ahead! Seems like you need it more than I do.”

You dig into it right away, drowning everything that happened today in the sweet, creamy, icy dessert. You eat it way too fast so you get an instant brain freeze, but in your current state it’s not even that painful.

“So, what happened?” Bianca asks cautiously.

“Um, well, my boss threw out the window everything I worked on the past month and wanted me to start over so I had enough and quit,” you start with the first part of your announcements.

“It’s kind of good, isn’t it? I mean, you hated working there and you’ve been thinking about leaving for a while.”

“Yeah, but not this abruptly. I knew I wouldn’t work at fucking Ikea forever, but it would have been nice if I had a full plan before quitting.”

Shoving one spoon full of ice-cream after the other into your mouth you try to keep yourself together and not think about how uncertain your life has just become. Everything you had and thought to be stable a few days ago is now gone.

“You’ll figure it out. You can finally start your own business, like you always wanted!” B tries to cheer you up.

“Yeah, I guess,” you shrug, still focusing on the ice-cream.

“I’ll help you, okay? I have some connections, it’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” you sigh with a weak smile.

“Okay, now onto the next thing, what did that scumbag Vincent do?”

Bianca has never been a big fan of your… who was even Vincent? You never agreed to be boyfriend and girlfriend, just acted like it, but every time you tried to bring it up he just dodged it. And because having someone was more than having no one, you went with it and stayed quiet. But lately things have been rockier and you’ve had enough.

“He… He sent me a text with a picture that was definitely not meant for me.”

“What?” she gasps. “What did he send?”

“A picture of a lingerie set and the text said he can’t wait to see me in it. The set was for a woman who is the size of my arm, B.”

You almost fainted in the kitchen section when you saw it, had to hide behind one of the displays to pull yourself together and not have a meltdown in the middle of Ikea. You had to wait until your lunch break to call him and question what it was about, it turned into a screaming match and at the end he just saved his ass by saying you were never exclusive so it’s not cheating.

Then you told him to go fuck himself and all of his side bitches and ended the call. Two hours later you also quit your job, so it’s a miracle you’re not crying like a baby right now.

“Fucking hell, I always knew he was a pig. But you’re better off without him, he never appreciated you enough.” Bianca circles an arm around your shoulders as she brings you closer to her and you lean into her, spooning the rest of the ice-cream into your mouth.

“I think he always had an issue with my looks,” you mumble.

“Because he is a fucking assturd, that’s his issue,” Bianca scoffs and the way she says assturd always gets to you, so you can’t help, but laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with your looks, you look fucking sexy, don’t let an idiot make you think otherwise.”

“Maybe I should go on a diet again. Last time I lost a few pounds, so…” Placing the empty bowl to the coffee table guilt washes over you for eating the ice-cream.

“Fuck no! There’s no diet in this house!” Bianca protests. “You know what? We’ll go for a pamper day tomorrow and then the day after we’ll start to work on your business. Update your portfolio, I already have a few people in mind who would be open to hiring you.”

“I don’t want to put you into extra work, B. You have enough work at the firm.”

“It’s not work, and you’re not putting me into anything. I offered it so just take it. Alright, now let’s watch a movie to cheer you up and never talk about Ike or Vincent again.”

You know Bianca has connections in circles that fall way out of your league. She’d done all kinds of hostess works during college and she made an advantage out of them for herself, networking and connecting with the right people, building herself relationships in fields you can only dream of stepping foot into. She’s been going to business dinners and high end bars with people that hold the kind of power a normal person can’t even imagine. She has dragged you to some outings as well, mostly where drinking was included and whenever she mentioned the name of the places your eyes fell out of their sockets.

“B, I cannot pay for a night there, I would end up just drinking tap water in the restroom!” you protested, but she just rolled her eyes.

“We are not paying a penny. Everything is covered, we’re gonna be guests!”

And that’s exactly what happened. Your money remained in your purse while the drinks just kept coming and coming. During these occasions you got to see what she’s like around these men. It was always obvious they saw her as just an eye candy and nothing more, a pretty woman they can walk in with and earn jealous glances and they probably never even realized how smart she really is, working at an all women law firm. Whenever business talk started and she could chip in once legal topics were touched, she impressed them all with her knowledge and she knew they would be calling her soon, willing to pay any amount just to have her work with them.

Bianca is naturally confident and the kind of woman every man stares at when she walks into a room. But she never makes other women feel less, what’s more, she can go absolutely feral when someone treats a woman in her presence less just because they don’t find her that pretty or charming.

One time, when you were freshmen in college you were out at a bar near campus. A guy came up to the two of you and very obviously tried to flirt with Bianca, completely ignoring your presence. He didn’t last more than five minutes before she grilled him so badly he walked away without a single word, never even glancing her way for the rest of the night.

So when she told you about this “friend” of hers who might be interested in your work, you knew it would be some prestigious businessman, one of the big fish, but now as you’re nearing the office building that towers above most of the city’s other skyscrapers, you can feel your stomach churning. This is not just a big fish, this might be a whole shark and you might not survive a meeting with him after all.

Walking into the lobby you’re met with a modern design, it’s spacious and minimalistic, but also kind of welcoming, makes you want to linger around longer. You approach the front desk where a woman with a headset smiles at you, her makeup and outfit absolutely spotless and suddenly you feel underdressed compared to her.

“Good morning, how can I help you?” she asks in a nice, warm tone.

“Hi, I-I’m here for an appointment with Mr. Styles?” you tell her, already cursing yourself out for making it sound like a question, as if she knew why you were here.

“May I ask your name, please?” she turns to the computer, her fingers already typing away on the keypad.

“It’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

She hums, her eyes glued to the screen, the smile never leaving her features. A few more clicks and she turns back to you.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N. Mr. Styles will see you in a few minutes, would you be so kind and go to the 78th floor? They will be already waiting for you. Elevators are on your right,” she instructs, gesturing towards the three elevators.

“Thank you,” you nod breathing out the words before making your way to the elevators.

People come and go, you’re not the only one waiting at the elevators, but you’re definitely the odd one out. The blue midi dress Bianca urged you to wear is out of your comfort zone and you feel like it’s tighter around your curves than what’s considered classy. You paired it with a white blazer you haven’t worn in ages, but it’s the most business-looking piece you own. The women around you seem to be wearing outfits that cost about three times more than yours, designer purses and ankle-breaking high heels appear to be the normal around here while you’re wearing flats, because you simply don’t put yourself through the torture of forcing your feet into heels.

And the cherry on top? The massive folder you brought your portfolio in is anything but professional with the colorful fruits printed all over it, strawberries, watermelons and cherries are floating around on it. You swore you had a simple black one somewhere in your desk at home, but you failed to actually find it and this one was the only one that wasn’t used to the point that it was threatening to fall apart. You thought you could play it off, but seeing everyone around you know you wish you chose one of the beaten-up folders instead.

On the way up the elevator stops three times before you reach the 78th floor and stepping out you’re immediately met with a woman who could easily be the clone of the one at the front desk downstairs. She is just as spotless and perfect as she was, her smiling lips are painted red and so plump, you wonder if they are even real.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N! Mr. Styles will see you in a second, would you like to have a coffee or tea while you wait?” she asks, walking you over to a waiting area with comfortable looking couches and massive paintings on the walls.

“Uh, no thank you, I’m good,” you shoot her a shy smile and she nods before walking back to her desk near the elevators.

Pursing your lips you look around and decide to drop your bag and folder to one of the couches before taking a better look at the paintings. With your arms folded over your chest you squint your eyes looking at the first one, trying to make out what it’s supposed to be picturing.

All of them seem extremely abstract, minimal color schemes to fit the design of the office and while they look sophisticated and expensive, you’re still looking for the meaning behind the patterns. You get so into the decoding that you start tilting your head to the sides, a frown etched over your face and you don’t even realize when someone joins you in your examination.

“I think they look like birds,” a male voice with a heavy British accent speaks up behind you, making you jump, your heart racing in your chest as you turn around with wide eyes and finding yourself facing the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

He is tall, broad shoulders and a muscular build paired with a charming smile that’s already making it hard for you to think straight. The fitted suit he is wearing must be designer and the massive rings adorning his fingers are also subtle reminders of his wealth. His appearance is oozing confidence and power, there’s no doubt he knows what he is doing and he is good at it too.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles softly at your reaction. “I’m Harry Styles and you must be Y/N Y/L/N, right?”

Holding out a hand he smiles at you warmly as you slip yours into his, the touch of his palm sending a shiver down your spine. He’s got a firm hold, but not the kind with which someone would try to dominate you. It’s more like a reflection of his strong personality.

“Yes I am. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Styles,” you manage to speak up despite your awe, though your voice sounded thinner and weaker than you intended it to be.

“Please, call me just Harry,” he asks you, his hand letting yours go and you love how his words are dripping from his accent. “Follow me into my office and we can get down to business,” he gestures towards the door and nodding you gather your stuff from the couch, rushing after him while trying to get your thoughts straight so you don’t make a complete fool out of yourself during this meeting.

His office matches the rest of the building, it’s modern and clean in every way, one full wall covered with floor-to-ceiling windows, gifting you with an incredible view of the city.

“Please, take a seat,” he gestures towards the couch and armchairs with a coffee table in the left side of the room instead of approaching his desk. You opt to sit on one end of the couch, not sure where he’ll sit, and after dropping your bag next to you, you place the folder onto the coffee table, trying not to cringe at how ridiculous it looks compared to basically everything in the room.

“Can I offer you a drink?” he asks and you see him standing by what seems like mini bar, it’s got that typical crystal set wit the amber colored liquid in it that very much appears to be whiskey and your eyes involuntarily wander over to the clock on the wall, checking that it’s ten in the morning and he’s offering you alcohol. Harry catches your reaction and lets out a chuckle, opening the built-in mini fridge underneath that’s got all kinds of non-alcoholic drinks as well.

“I know it’s too early for whiskey, I’ve got other choices as well.”

“I’m good, thank you,” you breathe out a chuckle, shaking your head. Nodding he grabs himself a bottle of water and pours some into a glass before walking over to join you, deciding to sit on the other end of the couch.

“Thank you so much for coming in, the last few designers I connected with could only squeeze me in weeks later,” he chuckles and taking a sip from the water he sets the glass down on the table before placing an ankle over his knee, giving you his undivided attention.

“My schedule is not that full at the moment,” you clear your throat and what you meant by that is that you’re free all the time. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Lucky for me, I guess,” he smirks, his eyes wandering over to the folder and you expect him to comment on it, but he just keeps smiling before nodding. “So, where should we start?”

“Um, I brought my portfolio, I know Bianca suggested me without anything to show, so I thought you might want to see some of my works,” you explain, taking the folder from the table and laying it to your lap you open and start roaming through, trying to figure out what to show him first. “I have some digital plans I’ve done and some actual ones that I was able to create. I don’t know how much B told you, but I used to work at Ikea.”

Just as you say it out loud you regret it, your previous job at Ikea does not sound too prestigious and respected, but now you can’t take it back. Clearing your throat you hand him the booklet that has your digital works, seemingly he didn’t have a problem with your slip about Ikea, so you just move on.

“I like to try myself out in different styles, though of course I have favorites.”

Harry starts to flip through the booklet, taking his time examining the pictures in it before glancing up at you for a moment.

“And what are your favorites?”

“I’m… I’m a fan of everything vintage. My taste is more of a maximalist, if we want to categorize it, I like mixing different styles and being creative.”

Interior design is truly your passion. You chose this as your career because it’s the only thing you see yourself doing even decades later and you always wanted a job that was also kind of a hobby as well.

You don’t notice it, but Harry is watching you in awe as you talk so openly about your work. It’s rare he sees someone be so passionate and in love with what brings them money and seeing you be that person is like a breath of fresh air.

“And do you have a favorite project?” he asks and he doesn’t miss the shine in your eyes as you nod with a shy smile and pull out another booklet. You flip through it until you find the section that’s dedicated to your parents’ weekend house you worked on a few years ago. Handing it over to Harry he doesn’t even need to ask you to tell him more about it.

“Growing up we spent almost every summer here. My mother inherited it and my parents decided to renovate it fully a few years ago. I wanted it to keep its charm and all the memories we have, but also get it into shape.”

“Do you have any photos of what it looked like before?” he asks and suddenly you realize it’s something you should have included in the portfolio. Harry catches how your face falls and somehow reads your expression perfectly. “I wasn’t expecting it to be included, don’t worry. I’m just curious about what parts you kept.”

“I have a few on my phone,” you breathe out, pulling your phone out of your bag. Frantically swiping back you find some old photographs from your childhood, you digitized them for your an anniversary gift for your parents last year, now they come in handy.

Without a second thought you scoot closer to him on the couch and show him the screen where you swipe through the handful of photos.

“I convinced my mom to keep the hardwood floors and the wallpapers needed to be changed, but I managed to hunt down the exact same design, so it’s new but also old,” you smile, you’re pretty proud of it, took you weeks to find it and you drove to the next state to get it yourself. “We kept a lot of the furniture in the living room, I just gave them a little makeover and I kept almost everything in the same place as before.”

The pictures also feature you and your brother as kids, as well as your parents’ younger version. Though you’ve changed quite a lot throughout the years, people always tell you how easy it is to recognize you in older photos. Harry notices as well. The last one you’re showing is of the back porch and you’re sitting on the stairs, your hair is a mess and you’re wearing a yellow sundress, one you loved wearing at the time as much as possible. You have an ice-cream in your hand and some of it is smudged around your mouth as you smile at the camera. Faintly, but you remember this day and the moment your mother snapped this particular picture. It was the last day of summer and she tried to get your mood up with the ice-cream so you wouldn’t be too blue about going home in the morning.

“I assume that’s you, right?” Harry asks, pointing at your younger self on the screen.

“Yes,” you let out an airy chuckle.

“The house looked incredible before, but I truly love what you did with it too,” he then continues, switching back to business. “I can see why it’s your favorite project.”

“Thank you,” you reply, your cheeks heating up from the compliment.

The two of you go over some more projects, Harry seems to be interested in anything and everything you say, he is impressed by what you’re showing him and as the minutes go by you slowly loosen up in his presence.

“So, what do you think?” you ask, when you get to the end of your portfolio, booklets and pictures splattered over the coffee table in front of you.

“I love what you showed me and I think that Bianca did not lie when she told me you’re the best I could find,” he smiles at you with that charm you’ve been feeling ever since you laid your eyes on him. “I had plenty of questions, now I assume you might want to ask me a few.”

“Well, B didn’t tell me much about the project you want to work on. Can you tell a bit more about that?”

“Of course. I just bought a new home and learning from my past experience it might be a better idea to furnish it with someone who knows what they’re doing,” he says with a smile that definitely hides a story, but you only have guesses what it meant. “It’s completely bare, I only have a few things I want to bring with me from my current place.”

“Do you have a budget?” you ask, and grabbing your notepad from your bag you start scribbling notes down. Harry smiles as he shakes his head no.

“No budget. Don’t worry about the money.”

Your hand that’s holding the pen stops in motion as you glance up at him, making sure you heard that right before crossing over the word “budget” in your notes.

“I have a few ideas, but I’m open to basically anything and judging from what you showed me, I know I would like anything you come up with,” he smiles. Standing up he walks over to his desk and awakening his laptop he clicks a few times before glancing up at you. “Y/N, if you’re free, I would love to give you the project.”

It surprises you. how fast he decided and didn’t even ask for time to think about it and hear out other designers. He can see the shock on your face and walking back he sits on the couch again.

“I love what you showed me, I can tell you’d take it seriously and put your heart into it. There’s nothing else I need, Y/N. I’ve only met two designers at this point and neither of them caught my attention like you did. I don’t want to waste my and your time. So, if you’re available, I’m open to start whenever you’re free.”

“I uhh–I’m definitely available and I’d be honored to take the project, Mr–erm, Harry.”

“Great, then I’ll handle the documentation, if you’re fine with that and we can meet for a more in-depth meeting, I assume you have more questions for me.”

“Yeah, I do. And it’s perfectly fine by me.”

“Amazing. As much as I would love to stretch this meeting longer, I have a call in a few minutes, I’m very sorry. But my assistant will get in contact with you about the rest.”

Nodding you quickly gather your portfolio and stuff it back into the folder in a frenzy, not wanting to make Harry late in any way, though he doesn’t seem to be in a rush. As you stand you hold the folder to your chest and follow Harry towards the door.

“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure and I can’t wait to see you again,” he smiles at you as he opens the door for you and walks you out to the elevators. “If I’m correct you live with Bianca, right?”

“Yes, we share an apartment,” you nod.

“Well, when you get home and meet her, please thank her for bringing us together. It’s not the first time she helped me out and she always has a solution for me.”

“She is just that good,” you chuckle in agreement. The elevator arrives and the doors slide open.

“Thank you again, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” Reaching into his suit jacket’s inner pocket he pulls out a business card and hands it over to you. “Call me if you have any questions, anytime.”

“Thank you,” you nod, slipping the card into your bag.

“Have a nice day, Y/N,” he calls after you as you walk into the elevator and turning around you face him one last time.

“You too, Harry,” you breathe out as the doors close and you’re taken down.

When Harry said you’d meet soon to go over your further questions you imagined that you’d have to come into his office again. Yet, now you’re just about to meet him at his current place, it’s six in the evening, definitely after business hours, so you’re a bit thrown off by it.

His current home is not far from the office building and of course, it’s just as luxurious as you expected and you can only imagine where he is moving from here.

The doorman greets you with a bright smile and when you say you’re here to see Harry, he doesn’t question who you are, just walks you over to the elevators and pushes the button for the 45th floor. Harry must have told him he was expecting a guest and for some reason it fills you with excitement, just the thought of Harry talking about you.

The elevator takes you up so fast, it’s like you teleported to his floor and when the doors slide open you’re met with a hall with two doors. Just as you step out the door on the right opens and Harry appears, no suit, just a pair of simple jeans and a black t-shirt that bares his tattooed arm you couldn’t see last time. It’s like a whole different version of him, but the warm smile he flashes you ensures he is the same man you met a few days ago.

“Y/N, hi! Come on in!” he invites you inside, holding the door open.

“Hi, thank you,” you return the smile and walking past him, you enter his private space.

It’s a modern looking, spacious apartment with a similarly amazing view of the city as his office, lots of big windows, a simple, but luxurious looking interior design, and it makes you think about what he said about his current place and how it was furnished and designed.

“Thank you for being so flexible about the time, I just simply could not fit in another meeting during the day and since I thought you might want to see the things I want to bring with myself, this seemed to be the best solution,” he explains as the two of you walk further into the apartment. It’s spotless and tidy, he definitely keeps his home organized, or has someone to do it for him. “Do you want a drink maybe? It’s after business hours, so it could be alcoholic, right?” he chuckles and you follow him into the open concept kitchen.

“Just maybe a water, please,” you smile. It’s not that you don’t drink, you just don’t trust yourself when drinking, especially around Harry.

“Alright, a water coming right away,” he nods, smirking as he opens the massive fridge. “Could you find a parking spot somewhere near? I forgot to tell you to use the garage, I have a few extra spots.”

“Oh, I don’t have a car,” you tell him and he gives you a surprised look. “I usually take the subway.”

“You’re not planning to go home by that as well, right? It’s gonna be dark out there.”

“I don’t have many other choices, I can’t really finance a cab drive every time I need to be somewhere.”

He grabs a bottled water and just nods to himself, though you can see the gears turning in his head. He pours some water into a glass and hands it to you, before suggesting to take a seat in the living room.

“Is this the interior design you did?” you ask, taking a look around. It’s not what you think would suit him, but it’s not as bad as he made it appear to be.

“Oh, no. It’s… I shared this place with my ex-girlfriend,” he tells you and your ears perk up at the personal detail he just shared.

“Ah, I see,” you hum, taking a sip from your water, pretending not to be dying to know more about him.

“The design was redone by her, so it’s all her style. We broke up a few months ago and neither of us wants to stay here. She moved out already and I’m staying just until the new place is being finished.”

“You didn’t have a saying in the design?”

“Not really. I mostly didn’t have the time to care about it and she willingly took the project into her hands. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately I don’t have any photos of the before,” he adds with a cheeky smile.

Following some chit-chatting you get down to business. You have tons of questions for Harry and he answers them all willingly. He also shows you the floorplan of the new place, arranging another meeting already so you can check it out in real life.

Hours pass by and the picture gets clearer with each crumb of information you learn about him. The project now definitely has some stronger points you can lean onto when you’ll build up the whole plan. Time flies and the next time you look at your phone to check how long you can stay without feeling like you overstayed your welcome, you realize it’s past eleven.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you for this long,” you snap out of your comfort.

“You did not bother, it didn’t even feel like work,” he chuckles.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smile sheepishly as you start packing your stuff. “Can I use the restroom before I leave?”

“Of course. First door on the right down the hallway,” he instructs you.

Quickly finishing your business you take a moment to smooth out the wrinkles on your clothes and fix your hair before walking back out. Harry is now standing with his phone in hands, smiling when he looks up at you.

“Alright, I’ll head out then,” you exhale, grabbing your stuff from the couch.

“I ordered you a car already.”

“What?” you ask with wide eyes.

“I can’t just let you go home alone so late. Please, I insist!”

“Harry, you don’t have to–”

“Yeah, but I certainly want to. It’ll be here in a few minutes, I’ll walk you down.”

“Okay,” you nod, accepting defeat as the two of you walk out to the elevators. “At least let me pay for the ride.”

“Absolutely no way.”

The way he said that leaves no place for protesting so you keep your mouth shut and just go with it.

“I can’t wait to see what you come up with, Y/N. First amount will be forwarded to you by the end of the week, okay?” he says as the two of you arrive at the downstairs lobby of the building.

“Oh, yeah, that’s perfectly fine,” you nod. The amount Harry insisted on paying you when you negotiated the costs earlier is about three times of what you originally thought about and he didn’t budge when you offered to lower it. He said your time and knowledge are worth this money and he would feel bad if he didn’t pay the right amount.

He also told you the first third of the payment would be completed by the end of the week when you sign the papers and it seems like he’ll definitely keep his word.

A car parks down right in front of the building as you step outside, Harry opening the door for you like a true gentleman.

“Thank you for everything, Y/N. Have a great night and I’ll see you soon,” he smiles as you’re about to get into the car.

“Thank you too. See you soon,” you nod with a shy smile. He shuts the door when you’re inside and he waves after you once the driver starts driving to the address you just told him.

Over the course of the next week you spend every waking moment working on this project. Your room turns into a full time office as well as 80% of the dining table. The remaining space is just enough so Bianca can eat her breakfast in the morning while you’re already working before she even leaves.

You want everything to be perfect, down to the smallest bit. The trust Harry has placed in you is something you simply can’t afford to waste, this is the base of your business. If he likes your work he might recommend you to some of his friends or partners and you can build a clientele then.

You’re more nervous when you present your plan to Harry than you were at your last college exam. You made a board, several digital designs, floorplans and basically anything that could help him visualize what you had in mind.

He loves it. All of it.

When you ask him if there’s anything he would want to change he can’t bring a thing up.

“I’m blown away, Y/N. It’s perfect, really,” he tells you and it feels like every weight you’ve been carrying on your shoulders is now lifted and you can finally breathe.

So then starts the actual, physical work.

Harry is willing to pay any amount to get things done as fast as possible, so you get him the best team to do the needed construction work in his new penthouse. In just a couple of days you get the base of the home to the level where you can start with the designing as well.

It’s a Friday evening when you’re still at the penthouse, working on arranging some decoration on the massive built-in shelves in the living room, the workers have already finished for the day so it’s just you in your yoga pants and an oversized shirt that’s one of your most comfortable ones, definitely not an outfit you’d normally meet with anyone besides Bianca, probably.

So when you hear the elevator doors open, signaling that someone has arrived, you jump in surprise. With a vase in one hand and your printed digital design of the shelving in the other you watch Harry walk in, carrying a takeout bag along with his laptop bag.

“Sorry to drop by unannounced, but I was in the neighborhood and thought I would check out how things are going,” he smiles as you put the vase down and shove the print back into the stack on the coffee table that arrived just earlier that day.

“It’s your house, you can come and go whenever you want,” you tell him, wiping your palms into your pants as he walks up to you. He must have come from work, he’s wearing his usual fitted suit in royal blue this time, and he looks ridiculously good, as always. You kind of want to dig yourself a hole, looking like this next to him, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all as he places the bag to the coffee table, looking around with an excited smirk adorning his handsome features.

“I could give you a tour,” you offer, folding your arms over your chest.

“Do you want me to see it half-done?”

“Well… my original plan was to show it to you when it’s fully done,” you admit and that’s all he needed.

“Alright, then I’ll just stay right here. I brought food, have you eaten?”

“Uh, I had a sandwich in the afternoon…”

“Then I’ll take it as a no,” he smiles, moving over to the massive couch that’s already put together in the living room area, luckily.

“Harry, there’s no need–” you try to protest, but as always, he cuts you off again.

“No need, but I want to. Come on, I haven’t been able to consult with you properly all week, so we can catch up.”

He brought some Italian, and it seems like he was expecting to find you here, because he brought food enough for two people. Since there aren’t any plates or cutlery yet, you eat straight from the box with the wooden forks the restaurant packed for the order.

“You’re working extremely fast, Y/N. I’m surprised I’m seeing this much progress to be honest,” he comments, digging into his pasta.

“You said you want it done as soon as possible,” you shrug.

“When do you think you’ll be done with everything?”

Taking a deep breath you look around as you go over everything that needs to be finished. There’s not much left, but some of the furniture will be delivered only next week, so you have to wait for those.

“I would say… next weekend.” Harry’s eyebrows rise at your estimation and then it’s followed by a nod of appreciation.

“Y/N, you impress me every day. But I don’t want you to overwork yourself, it’s past eight in the evening and you’re still here. No one is expecting you to be home on time?”

“Only Bianca,” you admit with a chuckle. “But she is a workaholic too, so she might not even notice my absence.”

“Just your roommate? No dates?” You can’t help but scoff at his question.

“Exactly. No dates.”

Ever since you parted ways with Vincent you haven’t been in the mood to think about getting yourself out to the dating field and then you didn’t even have time to think about it, putting every free hour of your life into this project.

“That sounded like you had some not too pleasant experiences,” he hums, peeking at you curiously.

“Let’s just say, that a certain guy ruined my willingness to enter the dating scene again for a while.”

“Well, I apologize in the name of every male, then,” he says, hoping to earn at least a tiny smile, and it happens, so he feels like he succeeded. “So, I never asked how you know Bianca.”

“We went to the same high school. She somehow befriended me, don’t ask me how it happened and then we ended up going to the same college, moved in together and we haven’t been able to let go of each other since then.”

“So you have quite the history together, huh?”

“I guess you could say that,” you nod with a chuckle. “How about you?”

“How do I know Bianca?”

“Yeah.”

You never asked her this detail, but now you definitely want to know if they have hooked up before, because then you’ll force yourself to never even think about Harry outside of business thoughts. You respect the Girl Code.

“We met at a conference about two years ago. Somehow got into a conversation and I was in need of some legal help around that time, so she recommended me her boss. We kept in touch, I often go to their firm when I need the help of some outsiders, since I have my own legal team at the company, but it’s nice to get some fresh people involved in some projects.”

“Ah, I see,” you nod, processing the information.

“Not what you expected to hear?” he asks with a smirk as he tilts his head.

“Well, it’s just that some of B’s connections… she tends to make them in unorthodox ways,” you try to explain, in no way meaning to judge your friend.

“We never hooked up, if that’s what you meant by that,” he chuckles and heat crawls up your neck to your cheeks and ears. “We’re strictly friends, sometimes business partners. That’s it.”

“Alright, I have no judgment at all.”

He smiles before returning his attention to his food. You eat in silence for a while before he breaks it next.

“So, do you have a next project after this one?”

“Erm, no, not really,” you admit. You feel like you can be honest with him at this point and drop the professional act. “You are actually my first client, so I’m not quite popular just yet.”

“I’m your first client?” he asks with genuine shock on his face.

“Yeah, I recently quit my job at Ikea. I was a designer for the displays, you know, those fake rooms and little apartments you see on the first floor.”

“You worked on those? You designed them?”

“Yes,” you nod with a soft chuckle. “But I knew I didn’t want to do it for too long and then I had an argument with my boss and got fed up so I quit before coming up with a plan. Bianca said she’d help me out and that’s when you came into the picture.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you just started it. You work so fast and efficiently, I mean it’s obvious you haven’t been doing this for a decade, but you didn’t come off as a rookie.”

This is the best compliment he could give you. You feared possible clients wouldn’t take you seriously because you were just starting the business, but if Harry thought that upon meeting you, it seems like you had nothing to worry about.

“So, no next project then?”

“Not yet,” you shake your head.

“Well… I have news for you then.”

Your eyes widen as you look up at him, a cheeky grin stretched across his face as he places his food box down to the table to give you his undivided attention, so you do the same, unsure what he’s about to tell you.

“If you agree to do it, I want you to design the new office we’re opening soon for the marketing department. They are moving into a separate building, because we plan to eventually turn it into an independent agency, and I have discussed it with the board and we would love to give the project to you.”

“What?!” you breathe out in disbelief. “I-I don’t—that’s… Harry, you don’t have to do it just because I don’t have anything else after this.”

“Up until a minute ago I didn’t know that,” he points out with a warm smile. “And I actually had no power over the decision. I presented your portfolio along with two others I chose, no names, no nothing, they just voted on which one they liked the best. Yours won.”

You stare back at him, total loss of words as you wrap your head around the news you just received. Doing the penthouse was already a good start, but designing a whole office building would skyrocket you into more and more projects, there’s no doubt. And you didn’t even have to ask for Harry’s help, he did it voluntarily.

Touched by the gesture, you can’t stop yourself before you throw your arms around him and hug him tight. Your reaction surprises him at first, but a moment later he wraps his arms around you as well, pulling you close to him.

Then you realize that it might have crossed a line, so you pull back, clearing your throat.

“Sorry… I just… thank you, Harry. Really,” you breathe out, fixing yourself up quickly.

“No need to thank me. You’re good at what you do, it’s a fact.”

You stop yourself from thanking him over and over again, but your look says it all. And that’s enough for Harry.

You finish the penthouse in time and have the big reveal just like you planned it. Harry’s jaw is on the floor the whole time you walk him through his new home, showing him every tiny detail you put into the project with him on your mind.

It’s perfect from the bottom to the top and though Harry was already impressed by your work, now he is completely blown and he keeps telling you that as you wrap up the paperwork to end the project, however you both know it’s not the end of your work together, because meetings about the office building are starting next week.

“What are you doing tonight, Y/N?” he asks when you’re just about to leave.

“Uh, probably just gonna watch a movie with Bianca,” you chuckle, shrugging.

“Would you two like to join me and some of my friends for some drinks? I have a table reserved at my favorite place and I would love to thank you for your work here.”

“No need to thank, you already paid for it,” you add chuckling.

“But this deserves more,” he gestures around, his eyes trailing to the massive windows watching over the city, one of your favorite thing about the place, even though you had nothing to do with that. “And Bianca deserves a thank you for recommending you to me too. Please, be my guests for this one night.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, unable to resist his charm. You’re convinced he could make you do anything with just a few looks and a smile.

“Great,” he beams and pulls you into a hug when you reach the elevator. “I’ll text you the details and I’ll see you tonight!”

“Bye, Harry,” you nod as the two of you part and you step into the elevator, staring at each other until the doors slide closed.

Just a couple of hours later you find yourself at a bar you would probably never go to if it was your choice, it’s obviously way too high end to you, but Harry made it clear no one is spending money tonight except him.

Bianca made you wear a dress you’ve been keeping in your closet for probably years. You never felt the confidence to wear it, finding it too revealing for your appearance, but tonight you changed your mind and took the risk.

Walking into the bar you throw one last look at your reflection in the mirrors lining the walls, the dress wraps around your body way tighter than what you’re used to, making it impossible to hide your true figure. For a moment you second guess your choice and contemplate going back home and changing, but it’s too late for that. At least your cleavage looks good, thanks to your best bra you chose to wear for tonight.

Harry spots you from across the place and his lips part as he watches you approach him, barely even noticing Bianca next to you, which is quite a rare occurrence. You’re not typically the one to be in the center of attention, but you definitely are when it comes to Harry.

“Wow, ladies, you both look amazing!” he compliments, kissing Bianca’s cheeks in a friendly manner before he turns to you and pulls you into a hug for your surprise. The way his hand slides over your spine and down to the small of your back makes your knees turn into jelly, but you manage to stay stood.

“Thank you,” you breathe out as you let go of each other. He is wearing another pair of fitted pants and a white shirt without a jacket this time, the first few buttons undone on his shirt, revealing part of his chest and the necklace you’ve caught a glimpse of before.

You join the circle of his friends, everyone seems incredibly friendly and open and you try your best to remember the names. Drinks keep coming whenever you finish one, but you keep it slow and steady, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself. Throughout the night you catch Harry’s eyes lingering on you several times and you just nervously smile at him before averting your gaze.

“Someone is into you,” Bianca teases you leaning closer so only you can hear her words.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you shake your head, taking the straw of your drink into your mouth and sipping on it to keep yourself busy. Why would he be into you when there are several prettier and thinner women around. It’s hard for you to believe that someone would took interest in you when Bianca is sitting right next to you.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back,” you let B know as you stand from the table and head to the restrooms.

When you’re washing your hand, you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. The outfit makes you feel exposed and you can’t help but spot everything you’d want to change on yourself. Think about how much better you’d look in it if you lost a few pounds, if your arms were thinner and your tummy flatter.

You force yourself to stop before you lose all of your confidence, so turning away from your reflection you head out to return to the table and numb your thoughts with the conversation going on and preferably some more drinks.

As you walk past the bar you almost trip and fall when you spot a familiar face sitting on one of the stools. Vincent is nursing a drink just a few feet away from you, but he’s not alone. There’s a tall, thin woman next to him, one hand on the counter, the other one on his thigh, suggestively scratching her nails over the inside of it.

It’s obvious she is either the woman he intended to send the picture to or maybe another hookup he kept while dating you. Your heart drops seeing the way he looks at her, because you never saw a hunger this kind in his eyes when you were with him. He’s almost devouring her with just his looks and it feels like you’re being stabbed in the chest.

You want to leave, from the bar, from the face of Earth before he notices you, but you’re out of luck. Vincent spots you, a surprised look on his face as you look away in an instant and try to escape, only to bump against a hard, muscular chest.

“Everything alright?” Harry’s hand come to your arms to steady you. He saw you look upset and wanted to check in on you, but now as he sees your expression from up close he is even more worried.

“Yeah, I mean no—I just…” you stutter and before you could give him an explanation, Vincent walks up to the two of you.

“Y/N?”

“Fuck,” you mumble before turning to face him. “Vin, hi!”

“I saw you, but thought it’s not quite a place you like to come to, so I wasn’t sure.”

“You’re right, it’s not my usual place, so I guess that’s why you’re here with someone,” you snicker back, surprising not just Vincent, but yourself with the venom your tone carried. Harry doesn’t need more to realize who he is facing right now, the anger crawling up his spine is hard to control as he thinks about what Vincent could possibly do to hurt you.

But he manages to put it aside and out of the blue he takes the lead. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you to his side as he flashes a sweet, sugarcoated smile at Vincent.

“I think we haven’t had the chance to meet yet. I’m Harry,” he holds out a hand for him and Vincent is seemingly shocked by the scene, his eyes keep snapping to Harry’s hold on your waist.

“Um, Vincent. Are you two together or something?”

You open your mouth, but Harry beats you with the answer.

“Yes. And I’m the luckiest guy in the city she chose me,” he says, eyes meeting yours as the words roll off his tongue. “Seems like you know her well, so then you know she is the absolute best, right?”

There’s something passive aggressive in his tone, something threatening as he stares back at Vincent who for sure can feel how far behind he is compared to Harry.

The woman from the bar walks over to Vincent and wraps around him like a clingy koala bear, eyeing you with a challenging look, she doesn’t even try to introduce herself.

“I’m getting bored, babe,” she whines to Vincent and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Not gonna keep you up longer, we have some celebrating to do too,” Harry smiles at them, squeezing you to his side. “It was nice meeting you two, whatever your names are,” he shrugs as he simply pulls you away and your eyes widen at his last comment, but don’t say a word, just walk away with him.

But instead of returning to the table he walks you out to back of the place where people usually disappear to have a smoke. When he finds a peaceful corner, he turns to face you.

“It was him, right?”

“Yes,” you nod, feeling the tears stinging the back of your eyes.

“What did he do exactly?”

“He… He sent me a picture of the lingerie he bought for some other girl, maybe that was her, I don’t know. I just know it wasn’t meant for me, because… Because the sizing definitely couldn’t fit me.”

It feels like you’re dipping yourself in acid, admitting it all to Harry and talking about your insecurities to him. And now that you started, you want to unload more of what you’ve been keeping bottled inside.

“I mean, I would choose her over me too. He would be stupid to settle with me when he can get women like her,” you chuckle bitterly, and it’s the last straw for Harry.

“That’s it, you’re coming home with me, we’re gonna get things straight in that pretty head of yours,” he says and taking your hand he pulls you back inside.

It all happens so fast, Harry tells the rest of the group that the two of you are leaving and before you could even get a word out, you’re sitting in his car, on your way to his place.

When you arrive he helps you out of the car, his hand wrapping around yours and he doesn’t let go as you cross the lobby of the building, marching up to the elevator. The way up to the penthouse is silent, but only verbally. Harry’s hand remains wrapped around yours, his thumb keeps brushing over the back of your hand, squeezing it from time to time. You can’t tell what’s gonna happen now, not after the evening and the shocking turn it took, but you know you wouldn’t be anywhere else now.

The elevator arrives and the doors slide open, Harry’s familiar home welcomes you. The lights are out and you expect him to turn them on, but he just pulls you inside in the dark, towards the windows that are now showing you the incredible night sky of the city. Without a word Harry walks you to the window and then stops, turning you towards the sight, standing behind you.

“Tell me what you see, Y/N,” he then says, his voice coming from right next to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I see the city. The buildings, the lights…” you softly answer, eyes glued to the picture in front of you, while your mind keeps circling back to his close proximity.

“Do you find it beautiful?”

“Yes,” you nod shortly and involuntarily lean back, your backside meeting his chest, but instead of pulling away you stay. What’s more, his hands find your waist, the warm touch of his palms reminding you of what it felt like when he pulled you into his hold when you were talking to Vincent.

“Now take a better look. Do you find anything you don’t like in this sight?”

“Yes,” you answer again.

“Tell me, what are these things?” You feel his nose brushing against your hair and you almost instantly forget his question biting back a moan, his front still pressed against your back.

“I see… I see chimneys and messy rooftops… some graffiti…” It’s hard to focus, but you keep your eyes on the skyline and try to find more things that aren’t that beautiful. “I see into a few messy rooms through the windows…”

“It’s not perfect, right?” he hums, his fingers gently stroking your waist as he talks.

“No,” you shake your head.

“But it’s still beautiful, something you admire and love looking at, right, Y/N?”

As the words roll off his tongue you realize what it’s about, your breath hitching as your heart starts racing. Harry notices the change in you and his hands squeeze your waist to earn your attention back.

“Yes,” you breathe out, barely more than just a whisper.

“Stay right here,” he tells you and a moment later he disappears from behind you, your body instantly aching to feel his closeness again. You hear his footsteps move away from you and a few seconds later he turns all the lights on. The sudden brightness turns the windows into mirrors, the city lights fading as the inside of the penthouse appears in front of you mirrored, along with your standing figure. Your eyes spot Harry walking back to you until he takes his previous spot, but this time he keeps his hands to himself as his gaze catches yours in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. When I look at you, I see the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I want you to see this beauty too. Look at yourself,” he tells you and you force your focus to move to yourself. “Do you see things on yourself that you don’t like?”

“Yes,” you answer right away.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful. All those things make you who you are and when you see it as a whole, you shouldn’t see them, only the beauty.”

Your lips tremble and tears are dwelling in your eyes. No one has ever said anything like this to you and even if someone did, you wouldn’t have believed. But with Harry, you know he meant every single word. You’ve been battling with your looks for so long, beating yourself up for not being pretty enough, thin enough, attractive enough, making yourself believe that no one would ever look at you like you’ve seen other girls being looked at. The envy, jealousy and hurt you had to deal with your whole life never let you see yourself as Harry made you.

“Hey,” he softly murmurs, turning you around when he sees your teary eyes. He takes your face in his palms, worried he might have said something that hurt you. “Talk to me, did I say something that upset you?”

“No,” you breathe out, your hands coming up to wrap around his wrists as you finally look up into his eyes. “I just… You meant it?”

“All of it,” he answers without hesitation. “Do you want to know what I thought when I first saw you?” he asks with a tiny, cheeky smile as he wipes your tears away with his thumbs, his hands remain holding your face.

“At your office?”

“Yeah. I walked out and you were standing there, staring at the art on the wall, your head tilted as you were trying to make out the painting. You wore that dress and I just took a few moments, staring at you, because I was in awe. I thought… I thought wow! This woman could easily be the end of me and she hasn’t even looked at me!”

You can’t help but laugh at how he recalls his thoughts and the sound of it is making his heart soar.

“That first time, I had to try so hard to stay professional and not make it obvious how attracted I was to you. The way you talked about renovating your parents’ weekend house, I was drinking up every word, you talked so passionately and it just made me fall for you even more.”

“I was so fucking nervous,” you admit, leaning into his touch.

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. “I made you nervous?” he asks with a hint of pride in his words.

“Of course,” you nod. “I saw you and then… I wanted to be professional so you’d choose me, but I was also very into you at the same time.”

“Really? So you wouldn’t have minded if I flirted with you?”

“No, but I would have probably turned into a giggling little girl,” you admit grinning.

“I’m sure I would have loved it,” he hums and leaning closer he nudges his nose against yours, your whole body buzzing to be touched and worshipped by him or at least you need him to kiss you before you pass out from excitement. “I’m sorry your ex made you upset tonight, it’s not what I planned.”

“He’s not my ex,” you correct him.

“How come?”

“He never wanted to be in a committed relationship with me, I guess I was never good enough for him,” you tell him with a shrug, your hands moving from his wrists to his waist where you fist his shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric, but you couldn’t care less.

Harry doesn’t like this answer. At all. The thought of you with Vincent was driving him crazy all evening, but now that he knows he treated you like this is just the last straw. Vincent is lucky he is not around, because Harry wouldn’t be able to hold himself back and not punch him in the face.

Growling, he slides his hands from your cheeks to your neck, tilting your head up by the chin with his thumbs so you’re staring right up at him. Your lips part and Harry's eyes are mesmerized by the view of having you like this, in his hold.

“Let me show you what you deserve, baby,” he breathes out before the dam breaks.

Hunger takes over him and he presses his lips against yours as if his life depended on it. His kiss is demanding and heated, but you’re returning it with just as much enthusiasm, the feel of his perfect lips against yours seals the weeks worth of pining that’s behind you. Like two puzzle pieces, you click perfectly and the moan that bubbles from your chest when his tongue pushes past your lips destroys the last bits of Harry’s self-control.

His hands move from your neck, fingers brushing against the swell of your breasts before they reach your waist and dig into the soft flesh, pulling you flush against him while he keeps kissing you, claiming your lips as his.

One hand remains on your waist, while the other moves to your ass and he wastes no time taking a handful of it, squeezing and feeling the curve of it up shamelessly. He loves how it fits perfectly into his palm, it’s so soft and bounces with every movement.

You circle your arms around his waist, nails scratching his back over the fabric of his shirt and you wish there was nothing between your palm and his skin. When his lips move down to your jawline, then your throat, kissing and biting you on their way, he starts walking forward, backing you until your backside hits the cold glass of the window. Gasping your back arches and Harry uses the opportunity to bury his face into your breasts, giving in to the desire he felt every time his eyes wandered down to your cleavage in this dress throughout the night. He’s losing his mind, licking, kissing, biting and sucking your exposed skin wherever he can reach, inhaling your sweet scent that was intoxicating enough when he wasn’t this close to you.

The difference between how Harry is all over you and how Vincent treated you when you were intimate is astronomical. Normally your thoughts would be revolving around everything that could go wrong, how you might be looking, your flaws and imperfections that could ruin the experience, but they are now locked and forgotten in the back of your head.

Harry makes you feel so wanted like no one did before. You see the genuine passion and hunger in his eyes, all of it just for you and for once in your life, you feel confident enough to be fully present in the moment.

His right hand moves to your left thigh and he urges you to lift it up, his hold grabbing the back of your knee as his hips press against yours in a whole new and tighter way now, your soaking wet pussy rubbing against his thigh in this position.

His lips return to yours, kissing you like it’s been decades since the last time you locked lips, it’s impossible to tell where he ends and where you begin. He loves the feel of your breasts and tummy pressed against him, the way you’re involuntarily rolling your hips to create some friction for your pleasure, how you keep moaning when his hands touch you in a new area. He is convinced he is losing his mind, but if this is the way his life ends, then he’ll go as a happy man.

“You’re fucking perfect, Y/N. Inside and out. Let me show you just how much I love this body of yours! Let me show you your worth!” he begs, his words muffled against your lips, but you understand every single one and they make your core throb even more.

“Please!” is all you manage to get out, your own desires taking control over your mind and body.

Harry wastes no time. Pulling back he moves you away from the window just enough so he can reach the zipper of your dress at the back, the fabric instantly loosening around your form before falling to the floor. He steps back, his eyes roaming your body and you’ve never felt more exposed and vulnerable, people you’ve been with usually didn’t take the time to even take a good look at you and you got used to the rush that usually comes with sex. But Harry is different.

As his eyes return to your gaze you see the adoration and awe in them, you could get addicted to the way he looks at you and then he takes it even further.

He drops to his knees, his hands grabbing onto your ass again as he starts to kiss every inch of your exposed thighs, devouring you completely and shamelessly.

“Harry!” you moan, when his head pushes between your legs and he kisses your clothes pussy over the fabric of your underwear, one hand grabbing onto his unruly curls, the other one slapping against the glass to find leverage and balance.

“I want to taste you, Y/N, can I? I want you to come with my head between your thighs,” he growls, looking up at you with begging eyes and you can only nod.

Needing nothing more, he pulls back just enough so he can pull your underwear off of you, making you stand against the glass almost completely naked, your bare ass facing the city as Harry moves back, helping you place your left leg over his shoulder so he has better access to you.

The moment his mouth comes in contact with your throbbing pussy, he moans as if he was eating the best meal he has ever tasted. He licks through between your lips until turning his attention to your sensitive clit, kissing and sucking on the bud so perfectly, you start to think it’s not his first time pleasing you.

“Oh my God, right there!” you gasp out when he finds a spot that sends jolts of pleasure through your body and he loves how vocal you are, telling him exactly what he’s doing right.

When he replaces his tongue with his fingers and moves a bit further, you already know you won’t last too long. It’s been building up inside you for so long and having him like this, on his knees, face buried in your pussy, it sends you over the edge way faster than anything else ever could.

His tongue pushes into you just as his fingers move exactly how you like to be played with and your head falls back against the glass, his name rolling off your tongue over and over again as your orgasm washes over you just a couple of moments later. He doesn’t slow down, keeps going with the same movements with his eyes glued to your blissful expression, helping you ride out your orgasm to the fullest.

When you come down, he presses a kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before standing up and he keeps eye contact while licking his fingers and smirks at you. Just the sight of this scene turns you on again and you can’t believe he got you to want to go for more so fast.

“You think you can take more, baby? Because I’m not done with you just yet,” he murmurs, kissing you in a slower and softer manner than before.

“Yes, but it’s your turn now,” you answer, a bit out of breath, a lazy smile tugging on your swollen lips. Harry exhales sharply through his nose before diving in for another kiss.

You pull away from the window and without breaking the kiss, you unbutton his shirt until you can tug it off of him, revealing his bare, tattooed upper body that looks just as mouthwatering as you imagined before. Now it’s your turn to ogle him and he is seemingly enjoying the attention you’re giving him. With some delicate touches you run your fingers over some of the designs on his chest and then the butterfly on his stomach before leaning in and kissing him everywhere your fingers danced over his skin. When your lips brush over the necklace you’ve eyed before, you take the cross pendant between your teeth and gently tug on it, keeping eye contact with him and you see his eyes darken at the sight alone.

You let go of the pendant and lean in for a kiss while your hands work on the button and zipper of his pants. During the process you can’t help but palm his bulging erection through his pants, a desperate moan from him melting against your lips.

And now it’s your turn to get on your knees.

You have no idea if you can be seen from outside, if someone is now watching you kneel in front of him as you take his cock out, but at this point, you don’t care. It seems as if he is even into being seen, that he’s enjoying the possibility of someone witnessing the passionate scene blossoming between the two of you.

Well, if someone is watching you, they are in for a show for sure. As Harry’s pants and underwear pool around his ankles you take his hard cock in your hand before licking a long stripe up from the base to the top, taking the head between your lips as you suck on it gently, teasing him a bit.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, you have no idea how perfect you look with your lips wrapped around my dick,” he grunts, one hand cupping the back of your head, gently pushing it as you take about half of his cock into your mouth.

He’s massive, but you’re determined to please him just as good as he did with you. You start bobbing your head, focusing to keep your gag reflex under control, taking more and more of him with each movement. One hand is wrapped around his base, covering the inches you can’t fit into your mouth, while the other one comes up to play with his balls, hoping to push him towards the edge fast and hard.

“You’re taking me so well, baby, just like that!” he moans when you can almost fit his whole length and when you pull back you take a deep breath and going in again you deepthroat him fully, keeping him down for as long as you possibly can, the muscles of his thighs jump and flex and you feel like he’s close so you pick up your pace and start sucking him even harder than before.

“Oh my God!” he grunts, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and about a moment later he comes right into your mouth, hot spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat and he realizes he didn’t even ask if you were alright with him finishing in your mouth. “Y/N, you don’t have to–” he starts, but as you pull back with a pop you just place a hand to his hip shaking your head before swallowing every drop.

He helps you up from the floor, your knees are aching already, but it all vanishes into nothing when he kisses you with so much gratitude and passion that it makes your toes curl.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs against your lips. “Fucking incredible.”

He is not bothered that he is fully and you’re almost fully naked. standing in front of the windows, all he cares about is you.

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” he suggests and taking your hand he pulls you down the hallway on your right, straight towards the master bedroom. When you were designing it, you felt like an outsider, as if you weren’t supposed to be there, at the place where Harry will spend some of his most intimate moments.

Now you’re part of those moments.

He pulls you in for more kisses as you walk into the room, backing you towards the bed while his hand slyly works on the clasp of your bra, the last remaining clothing item you’re wearing. The straps loosen on your shoulders and he frees from the garment in one swift motion, baring you fully to his greedy eyes.

Being seen fully naked has been one of your biggest insecurities. All the extra weight, the rolls, the dips, your tummy, your not at all toned arms and legs and your breasts that are not quite as perky as you’d like them, they all worried you before when the clothes came off of you.

But not this time, not with Harry looking at you like a deadly predator, ready to devour you completely.

“Lay down for me, Y/N,” he tells you and you obey him with no hesitation as you climb onto the bed and lie down, eyes glued to his tall frame at the end of the bed. He stands there in his naked glory, one hand wrapped around his cock that’s hard again already and he takes his sweet time looking at you before deciding to join you.

He climbs over you until he frames your head with his arms, lips capturing yours in a deep, needy kiss, his cock pressing against your thigh as his hips sink down. You’re desperate for him, to have him fill you up entirely, but he has other plans before that could happen.

His lips travel down to your chest, sloppy kisses placed on your heated skin wherever he can reach you, then he takes your hardened nipple between his teeth and tugs on it gently, with just enough hardness to make you moan in pleasure, your back arching at the rush of sensation it sends down your spine.

“Your moans are like honey, so sweet and keeps me stuck to you.”

He moves down your body, one kiss after the other, all over your stomach, your stretch marks around your hips and then on the insides of your thighs. Sitting back to his heels then he pushes your knees apart, spreading you open entirely, his gaze practically burning over your naked body.

“I love the art you hung up above the bed,” he starts nodding towards the painting you chose to decorate the wall above his bed, “but I might change it to a picture of you, spread out like this. It’s fucking gorgeous, Y/N.”

“No picture, but you can see it anytime you want,” you manage to speak up through your rigged breathing.

Harry grunts in approval at your words before climbing on top of you again, his lips smashing against yours as the tip of his cock nudges at your sensitive clit.

“Harry, please!” you beg against his mouth and he almost comes just from hearing it.

“Condom?” he questions, already reaching to the side, but you pull his hand back shaking your head.

“I’m on the pill, I want to feel you. I want to feel you raw.”

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” he growls before moving a hand between your legs, teasing you a bit with his fingers to make sure you’re ready to take him.

Then he wraps his palm around his base and slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, filling you up as total bliss washes over the both of you. When his full length is inside, he stop for a few seconds, waits for you to get adjusted to his size and also to pull himself together and not come right away like a teenager at his first time. When he feels like it’s safe, he slowly starts moving, in and out, gliding so nicely as he starts to pick up his pace until he finds the perfect rhythm.

Your hands are groping at his back, nails sinking into the massive muscles and you’re definitely not holding back your moans every time he hits that one spot that makes you see stars.

“I want to see you on top, baby,” he tells you, his lips smeared over yours messily.

“Okay,” you breathe out and the next thing you know is that he turns the two of you over, you settle on his lap, thighs locking on each side of his hips.

Being on top is usually not your favorite thing to do, it puts you in the focus way too much, but when you see the way Harry looks at you, his hands grabbing onto your hips, you get just the right amount of confidence boost to go for it.

“How do you like it?” you ask, eager to please him.

“Do whatever feels good for you and I assure you I’ll like it, baby. Use me however you want.”

Whimpering you start rolling your hips, hands on his toned abs to keep your balance and judging from the deep, guttural moan that leaves his lips, it’s pretty obvious he does enjoy it. Doing as he told, you just keep moving in ways that make you feel the best, enjoying having control over a man like Harry, though you don’t last too long on energy, your previous orgasm has worn you out and you can’t keep up with the pace you want to go in.

“Hold onto the bedframe, baby, I’ll take the lead,” he tells you and nodding you lean forward, grabbing onto the frame, your chest right above his face, granting him an amazing view of your breasts as he strengthens his hold on your hips and starts fucking up into you.

It’s wild, it’s raw and so fucking mind-blowing, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream from the sensation, your orgasm rapidly nearing now.

“Come on, Y/N, cum on my cock! Let me feel your grip!” he pants, obviously close as well and all you can do is keep screaming his name until you finally break.

You come so hard, your breath gets pushed out of your lungs from the impact of your pleasure washing over you. Your walls clench around Harry’s cock and he feels you pulse around him, that’s what pushes him over the edge too. Falling out of his rhythm he thrusts up into you a few more times, hard and long, his chest heaving as you let go of the bedframe and collapse on top of him.

His arms wrap around you in an instant and he rolls you onto the mattress, pulling out of you slowly, though you still grunt in disapproval.

“I know baby, I’m sorry,” he hums, kissing your lips gently before falling to his side next to you, his hand cupping your cheek as he caresses it gently.

You stay like that for a while, completely worn out, but equally satisfied until Harry gets up and suggests to take a shower before you fall asleep. Unwillingly, but you follow him to his bathroom where the two of you share a steamy, relaxing shower in the massive walk-in shower you never knew you’d use when you chose. It’s all about soft kisses, tender touches and so much intimacy in such a normal, everyday task.

When you’re fresh and clean you both fall back into bed, Harry pulls you into his embrace and becomes the big spoon, his body melting against yours from behind. His hand is on your stomach and without even noticing, you suck it in to make it appear flatter, but he hums in disapproval.

“Just relax, baby. Nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of,” he tells you, pressing a chaste kiss to your shoulder as you loosen up your tensed muscles. “There you go.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“No worries. Now get some sleep, because I intend to get between those gorgeous thighs of yours in the morning first thing after I wake up,” he warns you, his spicy promise bringing you the sweetest of dreams.

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MS. HONEY: FIELD DAY

Pairing: Harry Styles x F!Reader Word Count: 3.8k+ Warnings: tooth rotting fluff!, mentions of heights, kissing Summary: It takes a village to raise a special needs child. Gemma's son is growing up and starting kindergarten in the fall. Uncle Harry is struggling with not being able to spend all day, everyday, with his nephew who he's grown quite attached to. When he accompanies Gemma and Arlo on his first day of school, he meets Ms.Honey. Harry decides Kindergarten might not be so bad after all. A/N: For the sake of the story, Gemma and Harry live in the states. I know more about the school system in America than the UK so it just made sense! This story is not meant to be a 100% depiction of what a family of this dynamic is like. Harry and Gemma Styles are very real people and are only being used for fictional purposes!

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Dear Parents,

This coming up Wednesday will be the lower school’s day for Field Day! We plan on having a lot of activities for your kids to do and a day full of FUN! Most of our time will be spent outside so I’ve written up a list of things your child should bring or have done at home before they come to school.

What to Wear:

School T-shirt

Tennis Shoes or Athletic Sandals (No Flip Flops please!)

Hat (Optional but it will be hot outside!)

Sunscreen

*boys may wear swim trunks for their bottoms*

What to Bring:

Towel

Full change of clothes(Don’t forget socks and undies)

Lunch

A plastic bag for dirty/wet clothes

We will eat lunch in the classroom and change into dry clothes after our water activities.

We’re going to have some SWEET fun!

-Ms.Honey

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Harry immediately texted you after Gemma showed him the Field Day note, demanding that he be put down as a volunteer.

You laughed at the text, images of an overly excited Harry bouncing throughout your head when you read it. You assured him that he would be first on the list as her class helper. Ten minutes later Harry’s face lit up your phone screen as he called you. An amused smile curved your lips as you answered, “Hello?”

“I’m annoyed.” he instantly huffed.

Your immediate reaction was to laugh but you held it together, “Why are you annoyed?”

“Gemma wants to volunteer too.” he grumbled.

The pout was evident in his tone and you couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re annoyed that Gemma wants to volunteer for her son’s class?” you asked.

“Well…no. It’s not just Gemma.” he sighed, rubbing his chin.

“Who else?” you inquired.

“Brad and Lloyd too. They are all magically free this Wednesday.”

“Well that’s lovely! The more help the better!” you cheerfully replied.

His response could only be described as a five year old throwing a tantrum. “But I don’t wanna share!”

You laughed, much to his dismay. It caused him to pout even more and sigh. “That's just more people you have to give your attention to, that isn’t me. And I don’t want my sister and friends to interfere with that.”

It was adorable honestly that he wanted all of your attention. And you knew it was killing him that he had to wait till the end of the school year to officially get all of it. If you had it your way, you’d throw all caution to the wind and give it to him. It was hard to resist those big green eyes that held so much warmth and care.

“Harry, have I ever told you how adorable you are?” you asked, feeling an insane amount of endearment for him.

Harry’s mood drastically shifted from annoyed to shy, “Well… no…” he answered with a soft giggle. His cheeks were the brightest red from blushing, unable to stop himself from smiling.

“Well, you are. I adore that you want all of my attention and I want you to know that if I could then I would give it all to you without a second thought. In only a few short months you’ll have my full undivided attention. So much of it that you’ll get sick of it. I’m so excited to meet you other friends. I know the class will have a blast with all of you. And don’t worry, you’ll still be first on my list.” you couldn’t help but tease him a little bit. He was fun to tease and it was only fair since he enjoyed teasing you too.

“Good” he softly said with a big smile.

“Do you feel better now?” The softness of your voice helped further soothe him. Harry knew he could be a bit…much to handle sometimes. His Mom always encouraged him to express himself and sometimes he had some big feelings to express that some people can’t handle.

He nodded even though you couldn’t see him, “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you asked, confused as to why he was apologizing.

“Oh, um…for getting jealous like that. It’s not really my place to get that way.” he explained, swallowing nervously.

Smiling sweetly at him, you couldn’t help but shake your head, “It’s okay Harry. Seriously. I’ll see you on Wednesday okay?” you reassuringly said.

“Of course. Have a good night Honey.”

“You too Harry.”

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When the day came, the school was buzzing with activity. There was a giant blow up water slide in the field, obstacle course games were being set up, teachers and staff were moving about to make sure everything was getting ready.

Volunteers began to show up as kids were being dropped off, going to their kid’s classroom to get the day's instructions from the teacher. Harry, along with Gemma, and his brothers all walked in with Arlo who was excited to show off his cool drawings and play games all day with his friends.

“Welcome in you guys!” You greeted, walking up to the group. Harry smiled at you and pulled you in for a hug and a sneaky kiss to your cheek.

“Good morning.” he whispered, about melting into you when you hugged him back.

“Good morning Mr.Honey.” you whispered back. You hadn’t mentioned the name to Harry since he had lunch with you but judging by the giggle he gave in response and the blush on his cheeks, he loved the way it sounded on your lips.

“Harry, are you gonna introduce us?” Brad asked, one hand resting on his hip in a sassy stance and holding a starbucks cup.

Rolling his eyes, Harry turned so you were tucked into his side, his arm resting around your shoulder. “Honey, this is Brad.” he motioned to the tall, built man that had just spoken. “And this is Lloyd.” gesturing to the equally as tall man next to him.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you two! I’ve heard great things about you both.” Giving them a small wave and a smile.

Brad smiled at Harry, then back to you, “Oh, we’ve heard great things about you too.” He said, earning an elbow to the ribs from Lloyd, “OW!” he yelped, glaring over at his best friend.

Lloyd rolled his eyes, shaking his head and gave you a warm smile as well, “Sorry about him. We usually leave him in the car.”

Brad gave him a faux dumbfounded look, making you laugh. “No worries. You guys are actually my only volunteers today. There’s only seven kids in here so don’t worry I’m not going to overwhelm you.”

They all nodded, seemingly happy with the idea of having the class to themselves for the day.

“They’re letting two classes at a time outside so it’s not as overwhelming. I’ll need you all to help make sure everyone’s on their best behavior, having fun, and keep the stations functionable for the next group that will come after us.” they all nodded once more and mumbled their agreement of understanding.

While your class waited to go outside, you turned off the lights and put on a disney movie for the kids to watch. Looking around the room, you noticed to much of your amusement you saw Harry, Gemma, Brad, and Lloyd just as entranced by the movie as the kids were. Pulling your phone out of your purse you sneakily took a photo to send to Harry later. They looked like they fit right in with your kids and you knew today was going to be fun.

By time the movie was over it was time to line up and go outside. The kids were bouncing in their assigned line spots, chattering about what they were gonna do first when they got outside. The moment you pushed open the door that led to the field they all took off running, eager to join the other class outside.

You watched in pure amusement as Gemma, Brad, and Lloyd also took off to have fun as well. Harry hung back with you though, hanging out in the shade. “You gonna join the fun?” you asked, looking over at him.

He shrugged, looking over to you, “I will in a minute. I want to watch my friends get jumped by a bunch of five year olds.” he smirked.

You laughed, shaking your head, “That’s evil.”

“I like to call it karma for our younger years.” bumping his shoulder with your own, he made his way over to a bucket of water balloons, handing them out to kids.

You stood there and admired him, watching how he effortlessly charmed the kids he interacted with. Even the shyest of kids seemed drawn to him. You understood why though. Harry just had this safe feeling about him.

Making your way across the field to the water slide, you helped students off of it, cheering them on when they would slide down. Looking to your left, you noticed a nervous Gemma standing at the end of the slide, looking up. Following her line of vision, you saw Arlo climbing up the slide. “You okay there?” you asked her.

Not looking away from her son, she nodded. “He hates heights. He’s never liked being up high. He wouldn’t stop whining about going down the slide though.” her voice wavered some as she ranted.

“He’ll be okay Gemma.” you tried to assure her.

Arlo reached the top of the slide, crawling on his knees to the edge he would slide down then froze. The height of the slide had been horribly miscalculated in his head. The drop was a lot longer than it had looked from the ground.

You watched as he froze and began to back away from the edge till his back was pressed against the nylon material. “Uh, oh…” you muttered.

“Arlo!” Gemma nervously called up to him. “You’ve gotta come down Bub!” she forced a smile to try and hide how terrified she was. There was only one way down from this slide and she didn’t know what she was going to do if Arlo didn’t eventually come down.

Arlo shook his head, curling in on himself some as his classmates shook the slide going down it, scaring him further.

Noticing the situation escalating, you moved around the slide, stopping more students from climbing up and redirecting them to other activities, “When our friend comes down I’ll let you guys slide some more.” you said guiding them away.

Harry had noticed the redirection from across the field and jogged over to Gemma, “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked.

“Arlo’s at the top of the slide and won’t come down.” Gemma rushed to say, her chest heaving some in slight panic.

Placing a calming hand on Gemma’s shoulder, he squeezed it, “I’ll go up and get him.” he said, making his way around to you. “I’m here to retrieve the child.” he said, saluting you.

Shaking your head, you stepped aside, “Good luck!” you called to him as he ascended up the ladder.

When Harry got to the top of the slide, he smiled at Arlo who was tucked into a corner, “Hey Bub. You okay?” he asked, scooting over to him.

Arlo shook his head, refusing to meet Harry’s eyes.

“Hey, look at me.” he gently instructed.

It took him a few minutes but Arlo eventually looked up to Harry, his brown eyes big with fear.

“I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. I know it’s scary but we have to go down the slide. Do you want to sit on my lap and we can both slide down together?” Harry asked.

He could see the figurative gears turning in Arlo’s head before getting a tentative nod, slowly uncurling his body from the corner he’d tucked himself in. Crawling into Harry’s open arms who sighed in relief.

Harry sat there for a moment and held Arlo before moving to sit on the edge of the slide. He situated Arlo on his lap and looked down the slide. Brad and Lloyd now stood next to a panicking Gemma who was looking up at him.

“You can do this Arlo!” he heard you cheer up at them, making him smile.

“See Bub, they’re all cheering for you and waiting for us. Are you ready?” he asked one more time in a soft voice.

His fearful gaze looked down the slide but hesitantly nodded ‘yes’ to his Uncle.

Harry didn’t hesitate and pushed off the edge, playfully ‘woooing’ all the way down till they crashed into the water pool at the bottom of the slide.

You clapped and cheered along with Brad and Lloyd, praising Arlo for his bravery as you offered both of them a helping hand off the slide.

Gemma sighed in relief, taking Arlo into a big hug when he was within arms reach, not caring if she got wet, “I’m so proud of you Bub.” she whispered to her son. Kissing the side of his temple, she sat him back down and watched as he ran off to do something else, not even phased by what had just happened.

Brad and Lloyd went back to their activities they were monitoring, Harry made his way back over to the water balloon bucket, and you opened the slide back up for the kids.

Gemma stood there though trying to shake off the adrenaline rush she was feeling due to the panic she was in. “Gemma.” she heard you call, getting her to look at you.

“You can go sit down if you need a moment.” you offered with a soft smile.

Nodding her head, she took a deep breath, “I think I will. Thanks.” she said, giving you a weak smile in return before crossing the field to the benches that sat under the trees.

Turning back to the slide, you continued to help kids off of it, until you were hit in the back with a water balloon. You screamed at the sudden cold water on your hot skin and soaking your clothes. Whipping your head around, you saw Harry standing a few yards behind you, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“You’re gonna pay for that Styles!” you yelled at him, walking towards the bucket of balloons and grabbing a few yourself.

The students were laughing and cheering watching you both pursue each other in a balloon fight. Throwing your first shot, he dodged it, the balloon hitting the ground with a splash.

Harry was quick to retaliate, and while you were talented at many things, your reflexes weren’t what you wished they could be. The balloon struck you in the stomach, making you groan in frustration and grow even more determined to get a good hit on him.

Harry lifted his arms doing a victorious cheer for his shot and that’s when you chose to strike. Throwing the balloon when he wasn’t prepared to dodge it, nailing him right in the side. He gasped and looked at you with a dramatic sad face. “You’ve betrayed me!” he yelled, carelessly throwing the rest of his balloons your way.

You laughed loudly, taking the blows of the ones that hit you and then ran towards him throwing the other balloons you also held.

Picking you up around your waist, Harry and you cackled with laughter as he spun you around. Losing his footing, you both fell to the ground, still in a heap of laughter.

Harry looked down at you as he now hovered on top of you. You both smiled at each other as the laughter settled between you both. You saw Harry glance from your eyes to your lips, making you panic slightly. He must have missed the slightly panicked look on your face because he started to lean in.

Desperate to avoid him kissing you in front of your students, you took the last remaining water balloon you held in your hand and smashed it on top of his head.

Harry looked down at you, shocked and speechless. The students around y’all laughed loudly and Harry couldn’t help but smirk at you, shaking his head and standing to his feet. He offered you his hand to help you up which you gladly accepted with a smirk of your own.

Pulling you in close, he whispered in your ear, “You’ll pay for that later.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you replied, “Don’t threaten me with a good time Harry.” giving him a flirty wink before walking away.

Gemma walked up to Harry and slapped him in the shoulder, “You’re what the kids call, down bad.” before walking over to help with the relay race some of the kids were running in.

Harry looked over to you, back at your spot by the slide, “Yeah I am.” he mumbled to himself.

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After their time outside was up, Harry and his friends helped you walk kids to the restrooms to change into their dry clothes.

Putting on another movie for them to finish the day off with you even made some popcorn to pass out as a treat while they ate their lunches.

One by one the adults changed their clothes as well if needed, and you were thankful to get out of your own wet clothes and into some dry ones. When you got back to the classroom, you were pleased to see the kids and adults once again engrossed in the film you’d chosen. Who doesn’t like Finding Nemo?

As dismissal time approached, you started encouraging your kids to gather their things and clean up their desk area, that way they can leave faster when their name was called for pick up. Gemma took that as his opportunity to leave, along with Brad and Lloyd.

“Thank you for letting us help out today. It was so much fun!” Lloyd gushed, pulling you into a soft hug.

“Aww of course! You’re all welcomed to help anytime we have an event.” you encouraged, giving Brad and Gemma a farewell hug as well. “See you tomorrow Arlo!” you called as he left with his Mother. Turning back to your desk, Harry now sat behind it with a smirk on his face.

“Comfy?” you asked with an amused tone.

Nodding, he leaned back in the chair, “You should join me.” he offered with a wink.

Shaking your head with a soft laugh, you continued to dismiss the last of your kids, closing the door when the last one left so you and Harry could have some privacy.

Walking back over to your desk, Harry’s eyes were glued to you, following your every move and scanning your body up and down. While the attention flattered you, it did make you a little nervous to be under his gaze like that. A good kind of nervous though you decided.

Now that the lights were on in the classroom, you could see how red Harry’s face was. You scrunch your face sympathetically, “Did you wear any sunscreen?” you asked, giving him a weird feeling of deja vu.

Shaking his head ‘no’, you opened your desk drawer and pulled out a small tube of aloe. “How did I know I would need this today?” you teased, popping open the cap and squeezing some into the palm of your hand. Closing the bottle and setting it back down on your desk, you returned to him, meeting his eyes that were now looking up at you expectantly.

“Stand up for me.” you instructed, biting your lip to not laugh at how fast he did what you’d asked.

“This is gonna be cold.” you warned, scooping some of the aloe up with your fingers, and softly rubbed it on his cheeks. He jumped slightly at the coolness then relaxed under your touch. His skin was hot to the touch and you knew he must have been feeling some sort of relief from the cool gel. You slowly continued to spread the aloe over his face, and he admired the concentration painted across your own.

Getting flashbacks to the Zoo when you’d rubbed sunscreen on his face, he decided he could get used to you dotting over him like this.

Glancing up to meet his gaze, you smiled, looking away quickly as you continued your task, “You’re staring.” you softly commented.

“Can you blame me?” he asked, grasping you softly by the waist and pulling you closer.

You weren’t sure how it was possible for one person to leave you feeling breathless all the time but Harry was damn good at it.

Looking back up at him, you both gazed into each other’s eyes for a solid two minutes, his eyes glancing to your lips for the second time that day and back to your eyes. This time, you didn’t feel nervous, you wanted him to make the move.

Sensing your lack of hesitation, he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you going to stop me this time if I try to kiss you?”

“No.” you breathed out, shaking your head.

“Good.” he said leaning in, you met him halfway, his pillowy soft lips pressed against your own.

They always talk about sparks but you felt like a whole firework show was erupting between you two. Pressing your lips more firmly against his own, he pulled your body flush against his, as he just as enthusiastically returned the kiss. Clearly the fireworks were a mutual feeling.

As you both slowly pulled your lips apart from one another, he leaned his forehead against your own, a goofy smile plastered across his face, “I’ve wanted to do that for months now.” he admitted.

You laughed, gently brushing his hair off his face, “That was perfect. You’re perfect.”

“So are you.” he said back.

Giving him another soft peck on his lips, you bumped your nose against his own, “Walk me to my car? They’re going to be closing up the school soon.”

He accepted your offer, helping you gather your things along with his own to carry out.

Turning off the light to your classroom, you held the door open for him then closed it once more, gesturing with your head for him to follow you.

Unlocking your car, you opened the back seat and sat your bags down, taking the rest that he held and putting them in the car too before shutting the door. Turning to him, you smiled, “Thank you for helping today. You made it a lot of fun.”

“Not that hard when you’re fun to be around.” he said in return, opening your door for you to get in the driver's seat. “Let me know when you make it home safe.” he said, leaning in the door once you were settled in the seat and putting on your seat belt.

“Of course.” you said, smiling up at him.

Leaning in he couldn’t resist giving you one more kiss, and who could refuse such a gesture?

“Drive safe Honey.” he said, gently against your lips.

“You too.” you said back, pecking his lips one last time yourself.

Smiling as he pulled away, he closed your door for you and tapped the top of your car before walking to his own, going your separate ways till you meet again.

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