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writingsbymarie · 2 years
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changes (best friend!harry)
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Warnings: language, nsfw content, drugs (marijuana) and alcohol
Pairing: best friend!Harry x reader
Word Count: 17k (holy shit)
A/N: So this started as two requests I had in my inbox that I got way too into and then it became this. this may be the longest stand-alone fic I’ve ever written, and it, like watermelon sugar, is dedicated to touching!!!! I spent so long on this so as always. feedback is appreciated. and if you like it, please reblog it!!! reblogging is the best way to show fic writers your appreciation <3
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Unless she’s reminded otherwise, Y/N always thinks of herself as a teenager.
This, of course, isn’t true. She turned twenty-six a month ago, works as a media producer for an online clothing company, and lives alone in a one bedroom apartment in London.  However, unless she physically has something in front of her to remind her of her real age and the passing of time, Y/N disregards this information.
Usually, the reminder is a bill in the mail, or a phone call to remind her that she needs to book an appointment with her doctor.  Usually, the reminder is an ache in her back, her glasses prescription getting worse, or realizing that she has no idea what her teenage cousins are talking about when she sees them at Christmas.  Usually, the reminder is enough to give her pause, but not enough to throw her for a loop.
This time, however, the reminder is her childhood best friend naked in her bathroom.
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writingsbymarie · 2 years
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white wedding.
summary: your estranged aunt leaves you her estate in her will with the stipulation that you have to be married to receive your inheritance. luckily, harry is more than willing to help.
pairing: best friend!harry styles x reader
warnings: fluff, smut, angst if you squint.
song inspo.: white wedding - billy idol
word count: 13.4k
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writingsbymarie · 2 years
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TO BE SO LONELY
A/N: i think it's easily the juiciest smut i've written. just woke up and i was like "oh yeah, this is gonna be good" and needed to write it so... enjoy!
PAIRING: Harry X Reader
WARNINGS: smut, dom/sub stuff, edging, mouth fucking, a bit of degrading kink? idk im really bad at these tags lol
WORD COUNT: 5.3k
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“Thank you so much, Y/N!” the fans say in unison as the last photo is taken and you make sure everyone got what they wanted.
“Of course. Have a great time tonight!” you smile at them, knowing that they will be down in the pit later tonight at the concert. They told you all about how excited they are to finally see Harry perform and you assured them that he is just as excited to be on stage.
“She is so nice,” one of the shorter girls whispers to her friends, standing already a few feet away, but you still heard her, a smile tugging at your lips. You’ve been trying to build up a great relationship with Harry’s fans knowing well they are so significant in his life. Unlike his previous exes, you might have had it a bit easier than them, having been friends for a long time with Harry before you finally took it to the next level. Now you’ve been together for four years and even though there will always be people feeling bitter about you, most of the fans approve of your relationship, seeing how happy you are making each other.
You wave at them one last time, ready to continue your walk back to the hotel when one of them calls after you again.
“Yeah?” you turn around, not at all irritated that they are holding you up. It’s just one tiny gesture from you, but they will probably always remember meeting you, you’d rather give them a nice experience.
“Do you know why he doesn’t play To Be So Lonely anymore?” the brunette girl asks shyly and you breathe out. It’s come up several times since tour started, but you genuinely have no idea why the song never made it to the set list.
“I wish I could tell,” you tell them with an apologetic smile.
“You could convince him to play it!” the tallest of them chimes in.
“You guys really like to call him an arrogant son of a bitch, huh?” you smirk, making them laugh. “I’ll… ask him, okay? But I can’t promise anything.”
“It would be so great, because we will be here for night two as well,” the brunette muses. You can tell they are huge fans, queuing for two nights in a row, that’s dedication, not even mentioning the money they invested into it.
“Give me an Instagram name, I’ll let you know what he said,” you sigh, giving in. They excitedly get back around you as they decide whose username to give you. Putting it into your notes you bid them your final goodbye and head back to the hotel.
It’s only noon, so Harry is still lounging in the hotel room. Arriving you find him only in a pair of shorts, lying across the bed, scrolling on his phone. His head shoots up when he hears the door open and close, already smiling when you come into his vision.
“Hello, love. Had a nice walk?” he hums, following you with his eyes as you drop your bag and kick your shoes off, changing them to the fluffy slippers the hotel gave you.
“Yeah, you should have really come,” you smile back, thinking how the girls would have lost their shit if you were with Harry when they met you. But Harry felt a little too tired, wanted to get some more rest before tonight’s show. All the traveling has been taking a toll on him, though he wouldn’t admit it, he is too proud for that, but you notice the way he is out like a light almost every night, turning into a pile of bricks when his head finally hits the pillow. Okay, not instantly, he surely makes sure to fulfill his boyfriend duties more than enough. And now as you see him lying in bed shirtless, you just can’t stop your eyes from wandering around his naked chest. It’s always like the first time over and over again, he never fails to stun you with just… existing.
Putting his phone aside he reaches out, grabbing the air to show you he wants you there with him. Without batting an eye, you shimmy yourself out of your tight jeans to make you comfortable, leaving you in only your tour merch shirt as you climb to bed, Harry’s arms wrapping around you, pulling you on top of him as he kisses your cheek sloppily.
“Missed me?” you grin at him, his hands moving up and down your back, reaching lower with each stroke, his fingers brushing over your bum until he finally just grabs it shamelessly.
“Always,” he smirks, lifting his head so your lips could meet.
Walking into the room you had the intention to ask him about To Be So Lonely, but quite honestly, when you feel his hands slide under the fabric of your panties and turning you over he gets on top of you, the song definitely slips your mind… you’ll ask him later, right?
Right.
It’s impossible not to grin as you watch Harry surrounded by all those signs. It’s impressive how they all got together to demand justice for a song. Harry is pretending like he can’t see any of them, but you know it’s hard for him to do so.
These girls really do want to hear that song, why wouldn’t he finally give in? You’ll have to step in. After all, they should get what they want for their money, whether it’s Harry twerking, his naked chest or… a song where they can call him an arrogant son of a bitch.
He is still on his adrenaline rush when you leave the venue, all handsy and touchy, he can’t tear himself off of you, not that you mind it.
“H, stop!” you giggle, when his hand slides under your skirt. His driver, Malcolm has seen and heard enough of the two of you on this tour, doesn’t need any more trauma.
“Sorry,” he growls, but doesn’t seem to actually mean it. Cupping his face you smack a kiss to his lips before patting his chest gently.
“Behave a little.”
He is trying his best, he really does. Keeping his distance as you head up to your room, but as soon as you step inside, the beast is out.
“Harry!” you squeal when he throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bed like a caveman as you hold onto his waist so you don’t fall face first.
“I’m so fucking horny!” he growls and you can’t help but chuckle and smack his ass that just riles him up even more. He throws you to the bed, making you bounce from the action as the sheets wrinkle around you. Climbing on top of you he is quick to attack your lips with his, putting most of his weight on you, a moan slipping through your lips, your legs locking around his waist. But as his mouth travels down your saw and throat, devouring you eagerly, your eyes open and you remember what you were supposed to talk to him about tonight.
“H?” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair. He just hums in response, but doesn’t stop. “Why don’t you just put To Be So Lonely on the setlist?”
He stops, your question clearly surprising him. His head lifts so his hungry green eyes meet yours and you can tell how puzzled he is.
“I’m sorry, did you just ask me about my setlist when I’m trying to get some sexy time?”
You chuckle at his words, nudging his butt with your heels. Pushing himself up to his hands he puts some space between the two of you, but his hips are still pressed against yours.
“I met a few fans today and they were curious why you wouldn’t just play it. They’ve been begging you since the beginning of tour and I know you saw the signs tonight.”
As you speak, you trace his features with the pad of your fingers, when you reach his lips he gently bites on it before kissing it.
“It was just a general, creative decision to leave it out,” he gives you the diplomatic answer, but you know it’s not the truth.
“Okay, so then make another creative decision and put it on the list.”
“Y/N, it’s not that easy to mess with the set list,” he sighs dramatically and you give him a look.
“Uhuh, so you can just randomly sing about a girl dressed as a banana, but can’t put To Be So Lonely on the list beforehand? With time to rehearse and all that?”
Harry growls, his head falling forward to the nook of your neck. A few seconds pass by and no answer comes, but you feel his lips nibbling on your skin, he is trying to avert your attention, but he is not gonna win this.
“H? Why are you so against the song?”
“Because quite frankly, when I wrote it, I didn’t think thousands of women will scream at me at my concerts, calling me an arrogant son of a bitch,” he snaps, giving you a stern look, but you know he is not mad, just a little frustrated that you brought it up when he was trying to get into your pants.
“You can’t be that narcissistic, baby. It’s a great line and… kinda true.”
“Okay, you have the right to call me that, but I would like to keep it that way.”
“It’s not against you. It’s like a joke you share with your fans and they are sad you took it away.”
“They will get over it,” he shrugs, trying to lean down to kiss you, but you move your head out of the way.
“Or you can just give them what they want,” you suggest, giving him the puppy eyes.
“Babe, are you seriously talking about this when I’m literally throbbing for you?” His hips push against you and it’s pretty clear how much he wants you. It’s taking everything in you not to drop the subject and just jump his bones, but… you feel like you owe this to those girls and all his other fans.
“We would be over this if you just told me you’d put it on the list.”
“Not happening,” he shakes his head stubbornly.
“Okay, then…” you push him off of yourself, breaking up the position you’ve been in, his shocked eyes following your movements in disbelief as you stand up from the bed. “Then this is not happening either.”
He stares at you, like you’re a ghost as you fix your shirt and walk over to your suitcase, digging into it aimlessly. You just need to do something so you don’t bend and get back in bed with him. Then you hear his laugh and you dare to peek at him.
“I can’t believe my own fans are cockblocking me!” He is kneeling on the bed, shoulders curled forward as his head hangs low, shaking from side to side with a chuckle. And you can clearly see the outline of his hard cock that makes your thighs shudder.
Folding your arms on your chest you watch him climb off the bed, nearing you but he stops a few feet away, hands on his hips.
“So no sex?”
“Not until you put the song on the list.”
“What if I told you I’ll perform it tomorrow?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at you, but you weren’t born yesterday. He is a sneaky arrogant son of a bitch who doesn’t shy away from playing you when sex is on the line.
“Nah, I don’t trust you. You’ll get this,” you say, pointing at your groin, “after I heard you play the song.”
He stares at you for a couple of long moments, probably hoping that you’d break, but it’s not happening, not this time. He then gives up, his head falling back as he growls in irritation.
“I can’t fucking believe it,” he mumbles under his breath, heading into the bathroom and you know that the setlist will be longer on night two in Chicago. You won.
Grabbing the doorknob he stops, glancing back at you one last time.
“Babe, I’m going in there and I’m gonna use my own hands. Probably for the first time since last tour,” he informs you, referring back to the time when you spent the most time apart at the beginning of your relationship. The two of you often sought relief on FaceTime, using your own hand, pretending like you were touching each other as your moans travelled through the call across the world. But now you’re in the same room, and he is forced to touch himself. You don’t particularly like the idea, but his ego could use the punch for one time and besides, he’ll get what he deserves tomorrow night if he really plays the song.
“This is your last chance, Y/N,” he warms you, his hand moving to his crotch, palming himself through his pants and your mouth waters, but you keep a straight face.
“Well... to be so lonely…” you sing, grinning back at him, which just earns another grunt from him before he disappears in the bathroom.
He is definitely grumpy when he returns, you can’t tell for sure if he jerked himself off or not, the running water covered any other noise. You take a quick shower too and when you come out, he is out on the balcony, talking to someone on the phone as he leans against the railing. You just get under the covers, making yourself comfortable, listening to his muffled voice through the sliding glass door. Then you hear him get back, moving around the room until the mattress dips under you, his warm body pressing against yours from behind, His hand slides to your stomach, toying with the hem of your sleeping shirt.
“Babe?” he whispers, kissing the soft skin behind your ear.
“Mmm.”
“Can I just… put it in?” he murmurs and you can feel him grow hard again. Well, if he took care of himself in the shower, he is one horny motherfucker for trying to go at it again. Turning your head to the side you smile at him sweetly.
“You can do more than that tomorrow, after I heard you sing the song.”
You feel him freeze and then sigh, rolling to his back, the warmth of his body disappearing from behind you. Turning around you cuddle to his side and pushing yourself up you smile down at him, proud of yourself for winning this game.
“But I still love you,” you hum, kissing his lips softly. “Do you love me?”
“I guess,” he sighs, but wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him tight as he closes his eyes.
The next morning while Harry is in the bathroom, you search up the girl who gave you her username and send her a quick message that tonight is going to be the night, but keep it a secret so others can be surprised when he plays the song. Macy, as you see on her profile writes you a lengthy reply thanking you for convincing him and ranting how much they love you. It’s sweet and you can’t wait to see the reactions when they finally get what they want.
Harry seems to be holding up his mad act, but you know it won’t last long. He still holds your hand, still makes sure you eat right and still kisses you all the time.
Right before he goes on stage, he pulls you in for one last kiss, but before he pulls back, he leans to your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe.
“I hope you know your ass will be red when I’m done with you tonight.”
A whimper slips through your lips and you need to clench your thighs together as he gives your ass a light smack, running off to get into that stupid box and get rolled under the stage. You mumble a soft fuck under your breath, but you’re excited to see him go all crazy on you.
The fans finally get what they wanted. When the opening accords of To Be So Lonely fill the arena, they lose their shit and Harry just stands behind his mic, smirking to himself. Of course, they scream that one line at him like there’s no tomorrow and you can’t help but laugh.
You know he is riled up, it’s written all over him and you know you’ll be ruined by the end of the day. But you don’t mind it.
You thought he would at least hold it together until you get back to the hotel, but oh boy, were you wrong! Because as soon as Harry finds you when he is off the stage, you see the fire in his eyes. He runs up to you, grabs your hand and starts pulling you after him to the dressing room.
“Harry, are you—“
You don’t get to finish, he pulls you into the room, slams the door closed and pushes you against it, his lips devouring you right away. His hips strain against yours and you can already feel his hard cock pushed against you.
“You got what you wanted? Are you proud of yourself?” he growls, a hand coming up to grab your jaw, keeping you in place, not that you’d ever push him away. No words come out of your mouth, you just can’t get yourself to talk, not when his other hand is already sliding into your pants, rubbing your clit through the fabric of your panties.
“Answer me when I ask a question,” he grits through his teeth, his fingers pushing on your sensitive bud, making you moan from the sensation.
“Yes! Yes, I got what I wanted,” you choke out when his mouth sucks hard on your skin under your ear, for sure leaving a mark on you.
“Want to know what I want?”
“Yes,” you breathe out, legs turning into jelly as he is still working on your clit. Your panties are flooded, this very short sex ban wasn’t only hard on him. You missed out on the lazy morning sex and you couldn’t get your hands on him when he was parading around in the room in only his underwear.
“I want to fuck you until your legs give up and collapse onto me. I want to show you what you were missing last night.”
You gasp when you’re pulled away from the door and you vaguely process him bringing you to the vanity, helping you up until you’re sitting on the wooden top. He basically rips your shirt off of you, throwing you behind him before his hands start kneading your breasts in the black lacy bra you put on purposely, knowing well it’s one of his favorites.
He licks and bites down your neck and chest, not even bothering to unhook the bra, just tugging on the cups so your breasts spill out for him. Your legs wrap around his waist out of instinct and you grind against him, your chest heaving wildly from the way he sucks on your hardened nipples. You want the bra off though, so reaching behind you unclasp it and throw it to the side, an approving grunt leaving his throat as he keeps leaving marks on your breasts.
You can’t stay still as his mouth moves down on your stomach, his fingers working fast to unbutton your pants. He tugs them off of you easily along with your soaked panties, leaving you completely naked in front of him while he is still wearing his stage outfit, but it seems like he wants it off just as much as you do.
Dragging the suspenders off his shoulders, he moves his hands to tear the shirt open, but you stop him with the remaining of your responsible thoughts.
“No! Lambert will fucking kill you!” you chuckle, reaching up to unbutton the shirt carefully. He just breathes out heavily, letting you undress him as he works on his pants. The slacks pool at his feet by the time you’re done with the buttons and he rids himself of the shirt fast, pushing back between your legs, now only in his underwear.
“Always so thoughtful,” he murmurs, kissing you hard as his fingers dig into your waist, pulling you to the end of the vanity table. “But weren’t so thoughtful when you denied this from me.”
Without warning, two of his fingers push into you, curling inside, sending a shiver down your spine. His name tears out of you loud and clear as you gasp for air while Harry starts pumping his fingers in and out of you.
“Did you enjoy playing with me? Did you like making me suffer?”
“Harry!” you moan, your thighs starting to shake as your orgasm is building up rapidly.
“You were a little brat, you know that? I should punish you for it.”
You want to protest, you want to say you’re sorry, but you just can’t form the words, the only thing that leaves your mouth is his name over and over again. But right when you’re about to cum, he pulls back and all the air gets knocked out of your lungs.
“I don’t think you deserve to cum just yet. Now get on your knees,” he orders and you jump off fast, not even thinking for a second about obeying him. He has full control over you and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
You eagerly pull his underwear down, his throbbing, hard cock springing free and your mouth waters at the sight, the head glistening from the precum. But before you could wrap your lips around him, he stops you, making you look up at him confused.
“No, I don’t want you to suck me,” he hums shaking his head, cupping your face in his hands. “I want to fuck that bratty mouth of yours so you know that your words have consequences.”
Fuck, he is so hot! You need to clench your thighs as a moan rips out of you.
“Stay still,” he orders, one hand on the base of his cock as he pushes himself into your warm, wet mouth, a whimper of your name slipping through his pink lips. Then both his hands come to cup your head and he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth.
Putting your hands on his thighs you try to keep as steady as possible, his head reaching the back of your throat every time he pushes into your mouth. Tears are stinging your eyes, but you don’t want him to stop. Looking up you see how much he is enjoying it, how you’re the only one who makes him feel this way and you can almost feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm again. The urge to touch yourself is strong, but you know he would punish you for that, he doesn’t like you touching yourself, unless he asks you to do it, so you just try to breathe and stay still just like he asked.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” he growls, pushing in one last time, your nose touching his pelvis and he keeps himself there for a few heartbeats, until you start gagging. Then he pulls back, his whole dick glistening from your saliva and it’s such an exciting view, one you’ll never have enough of.
He helps you up, your knees are sore, but you couldn’t care less. Kissing you hard his hands squeeze your ass before he turns you around, bending you over the vanity and you push your ass up high instantly.
“And now…” he hums, his hand cupping your ass as he pushes his cock between the cheeks, sliding it back and forth a few times, making you whimper. “I’ve been thinking about this since last night.”
His hand smacks your ass, making you yelp, then he massages it gently before his palm meets the cheek again. Fuck, this feels so good and he is not even inside you yet.
“Harry,” you whine, your upper body pressing against the wooden surface as he keeps kneading your butt with no mercy. Then he bucks his hips back, just enough so his cock now slides between your soaking wet folds and he starts rocking himself against, teasing and edging you.
“What is it? Now you want my cock? You didn’t want it last night?”
“I did! I wanted it!”
“So you just chose to be a brat, letting me use my hands?”
You don’t answer, his tip is nudging at your clit every time he pushes forward and you clench your walls around nothing, you need to feel him inside you or you’ll go nuts.
“Just for your information, I didn’t jerk myself off last night. It was hard to resist, but I didn’t want anything else than your sweet pussy.”
“Then take it. It’s all yours, Harry!” you cry out and yelp again when he smacks your ass again.
“Gonna fuck you so good you’ll never want to play games with me,” he growls, grabbing the base of his cock and finally pushing inside you, both of you gasping from satisfaction. “Fuck, nothing feels like this, baby,” he breathes out, staying motionless for a few seconds, his cock buried balls deep inside you.
Then he grabs your hips and starts pounding into you so hard, your thighs keep hitting against the edge of the table and you need all your energy to keep yourself up. His stamina is impressive, he just gave a whole ass concert and now he is fucking you so hard, as if he’s been training for it his whole life. Fingers digging into your flesh, his hips smacking against your ass every time he thrusts inside you hard and fast.
“Are you close?” he pants and all you can do is nod eagerly. “Don’t cum yet. Don’t cum!”
“Harry! Please!” you beg, almost crying for relief.
“Not yet!” he barks and pulls out of you, the lack of his hardness inside you making you gasp. “Come on, baby. Just a little longer,” he murmurs, pulling you up from the table, he presses a kiss to your forehead and lips as he walks you to the sofa. He turns you to face him and you throw your arms around his neck like a little monkey, you just need to be close to him. He has edged you so close to your orgasm two times, you’re not sure you can take a second.
You hear voices coming from the other side of the door and for a moment you wonder if he locked the door, but when he kisses you, sucking on your bottom lip, you forget about it instantly.
His hands find the back of your thighs and he picks you up easily as he sits down, making you straddle him, knees pushing into the soft cushion. His lips melt against yours, a tad bit softer than he has been treating you, but you love both sides of him equally. Strong hands run up and down your naked, sweaty back before one of them moves between the two of you, lining himself up with you and then he pulls you down, his cock filling you up again as you softly gasp against his mouth.
“Ride me. Wanna see you bounce on me,” he tells you.
You feel tired, like not much energy is left in your body, but you nod, mustering up everything you have to obey him. His hands grab onto your waist, guiding you in your first few movements as you roll your hips back and forth, up and down, riding him in his dimly lit dressing room, his thousands of fans still lingering around in the building probably. It excites you, knowing that so many others want him, ache for him, but you’re the only one he wants and needs.
Grabbing onto his broad shoulders you keep up a steady pace, bouncing on him, panting heavily and every time you feel like you’re too tired to continue, you see it in his eyes, the want, the desire, how in awe he is with you, like you’re the only person on this Earth. He leans forward and kisses your throat, collarbones before wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking and biting it to edge your senses.
“H, I’m close,” you moan, pulling his head up so you can kiss him.
“Wanna cum around my cock?”
“Yes! Please!”
He wraps his arms around you as he rises from the sofa and turning the two of you he lays you down, getting on top of you. It’s a small sofa, one of your legs is thrown over the back while the other one falls off of the seating just so he can get between your thighs, but when he starts pounding into you, bottoming out every time you forget about how uncomfortable it is.
“Cum for me. Let me feel your pussy tighten around my cock,” he grunts, kissing your hard, his tongue pushing past your lips.
A few more thrusts and you finally fall over the edge, coming so intensely, you can’t hold a scream back as you drag your nails down his back. You’re seeing stars, gasping for air as he follows you with his own relief, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“Mine. You’re all mine,” he grunts, so animalistic and raw as his thrusts become slower but even harder, his cock jerking inside you.
“Yes, I’m yours!” you breathe out, holding him tight as he rides the last waves of his orgasm until he comes to a stop, but still remains inside you.
You’re gone, melted into a puddle, barely able to move your limbs, but it feels so good. The thought of getting up from this sofa feels so painful, you just want to stay here, like this forever, even though your back is starting to hurt and your leg is kind of going numb.
You feel Harry’s lips gently kiss your shoulder before he pushes himself, up, lifting his weight off of you and sliding out of you at the same time. You must have whimpered unapprovingly at the feeling, because he kisses your lips softly.
“I know baby. Gonna take care of you,” he murmurs and you hear him move around the room, but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes.
You feel a damp washcloth between your legs, he cleans you up gently not to hurt you since he knows how sensitive you are, especially after a round like this. It hurts to get your leg off of the back of the sofa, but you just need to. Pushing yourself up into a sitting position Harry returns, helping you up and as soon as you’re on your feet, he picks you up bridal style, carrying you to the shower where the water is already running.
You take a nice, hot shower together, Harry washes you with so much care and keeps kissing you murmuring sweet nothings to you. It always amazed you how dominant he can be during sex, but then he turns into this soft bundle of joy, taking good care of you, no matter what you did or said.
While you get dressed, you inspect your reddened butt in the mirror and you swear you see the outline of his hand on it. Walking up behind you he squats down and kisses the red marks, making you chuckle.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, regret glistening in his eyes.
“No. I would have told you on the spot,” you smile down at him. Grabbing you pants he helps you into them, caressing your bum over the fabric gently. He stands back up and cups your face in his hands, kissing you tenderly.
“I love you. But if you pull this shit on me again,” he warns, but can’t push his smirk down.
“I did it for your fans.”
“Then tell them it earned you a good fuck.”
“Oh shut up,” you laugh, pulling him down to kiss you again.
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writingsbymarie · 2 years
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Nothing Else
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A/N: i’ve been working on this one shot for the past few days just to take a little break from ‘i promise’ and i hope u enjoy it!! this is the longest piece of writing i have ever done and i’m pretty proud of myself. pls let me know what you think and do not hesitate to send me a concept you’d like me to write!!
Word Count: 6.7k+
Warnings: smut
You have a habit of staying up too late during quarantine and Harry’s there to keep you company. 
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writingsbymarie · 2 years
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the same coin
a good ole enemies to lovers trope, in which you and Harry work at the local coffee shop that your mom owns
warnings: the angst & pining is a little bit overwhelming but in a good way. smut, of course. She’s a long one too so buckle in and enjoy the ride.
this is the last request in my asks & I’m kinda sad about it so feel free to send me some more! I love bringing y’all’s ideas to life.
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It was almost as if he purposely scheduled in pieces of his day dedicated to you. Every single interaction resulted in a list of new comebacks, to the point where you sometimes believed that he’d stayed up all night long thinking of them. He probably did, knowing how he was unhealthily obsessed with being such an over-achiever.
He was the reason for your headaches at the end of every long night. He was your first thought every single morning, dreading the days that you knew you had no other choice but to spend with him. You always told him that you would never stoop to his level, but still found yourself thinking about all the clever, low-blowing things that you could say the next time you see him, just because you knew he had already had a preconceived list of crude comments and insulting remarks reserved for none other than you, planned out for weeks and weeks ahead.
In everyone else’s eyes, you despised one another for no sensible reason. You both put in insane amounts of efforts just to see the other walk away with their tails between their legs. You were in a never ending battle, neither of you ever willing to call a truce, and everyone around believed that it was because you were simply two sides of the same coin. You were so custom-made to the likes of one another that you couldn’t help but to go at each other’s throats every chance that you got.
But to you and Harry, the idea of being anything like the other sickened you both to the core. And whenever you got that little remark from wandering eyes, about how you both had met your match, Harry’s lip could curl and your nose would scrunch. His eyes would narrow in on you and you’d roll yours back. His teeth would grit and you’d bite your tongue. But again, you were both nothing alike, right?
You loved that little coffee shop on the east side of town. You’d loved it ever since you were running around barefoot against the tiled floors, barely able to walk without your baby feet toppling over the other. Your mother took pride in her work. Years of dedication, blood, sweat and tears forced into a little run-down, brick building with busted out windows and light fixtures that nearly hung off of the wires, resulted in a quaint little coffee shop with all of her personal touches and nearly a hundred happy customers a day.
It was always your little home away from home. Rainy days were reserved for the corner of the shop that had a little leather chair and a single bookshelf ceiling high. You’d sit there, a book in hand that hardly even got read, coffee in the other as you’d contently stare out the window onto the street and watch the rain form puddles against the asphalt.
Your mother was hardly ever home growing up. You’d recalled some nights when she was so busy just trying to get the place up and running that she’d fallen asleep leaning against the counter with a screwdriver in one hand and a box of nails in the other. Now that the shop was a huge success, she’d taken her time to live out the dreams she never was able to. She’s in her mid-fourties and finally living financially comfortable enough to travel around the world like she’d always dreamed of.
And now that you’re older, graduated from high school, and well into college, she doesn’t have to worry about you as much anymore. She knew that you grew into a responsible young woman who had a good head on her shoulders and that was the final push that she needed to finally feel like she had the means and the unrelenting freedom to go and do as she pleased.
And that’s where you come in. This little coffee shop was yours when your mother was away. You were the sole reliant, expected to keep things flowing smoothly and keep the company’s standup reviews pouring in. You loved it. You always wanted to run this shop, looking up to your mother and the way she made everything look so glamorous. Of course, it wasn’t quite like that, but you took the good with the bad and appreciated everything that was granted to you.
Well, almost everything.
That’s where Harry Styles comes in. The thorn in your side for years now. Your mother adored him, for reasons you would never be able to understand. She was close with his mother, as well, and when the word lingered around the little shop that Harry was looking for a part time job over the summers, your mother was quick to practically call dibs on him, even against your pleads otherwise.
Part of it was almost like a set up. She always teased you about Harry, telling you that he’s only mean to you because he likes you. But that started in middle school and now you were well into your early twenties, so basically, adults, and things never changed. It wasn’t a little shy boy crush where he didn’t know how to act so he just threw insults across the room like baseballs. It was most definitely, undeniably, pure, deep hatred.
You knew that because you felt the exact same way towards him. Nobody could ever convince you otherwise.
The only good thing about having him work in your mothers coffee shop, was that she was your mother, meaning when she was gone you were in charge and that basically made you his boss. You held that over his head for the longest time. Whenever he came in late or made a mess somewhere in the back of the storage closet, you always loved pulling the boss card.
“I could fire you for this” you’d tell him with a seething grin on your face, knowing it annoyed him to no real end. He’d always roll his eyes, grit his teeth behind his lips when he’d look down at you and the water that seemed to always miraculously spill out of the mop bucket whenever it was his turn to mop the floors. “Clean this up before I change my mind.” You’d curtly demand before turning on your heel and heading out the storage room with a satisfied smirk, knowing he was glaring you down until you were far out of his view.
Today was a rather slow one. The rain was pattering against the windows and thunder crackled through the dark sky. Only one customer had stopped by and that was well over two hours ago. Breakfast rush was more like a snooze fest and you hated the days like this the most, mainly because Harry wasn’t distracted by customers and instead, aimed his sights purposely for his own entertainment, solely on you.
“Don’t even start with me.” You growled when you felt his eyes fall on you from across the counter. This, of course, only sparked a smirk to linger upon his lips. Any kind of reaction was a good reaction to him. Even if you did occasionally hit him where it hurts with your unrelenting vice grip of a tongue. He only used that as his motivation to improve his harsh skills.
He walked down the side of the counter closer to where you were leaned against it until his chest was at your eye level, earning a roll of your eyes when you came to the quick realization that he wasn’t going to not ruin your day today. You glared up at him and the sly smirk that graced his annoyingly relaxed face. Of course he didn’t care that business was nearly non-existent because if this coffee shop came crashing and burning he could just find a new place to work for his summers. You on the other hand, would be forced to pick up the pieces of your mother’s broken heart and that’s something that weighed heavily on your mind today, and every day.
“What?” You snap, feeling your muscles tense when he rests his elbows against the counter and levels his eyes with yours. You straighten up immediately, nearly disgusted to be able to observe every detail on his face for even half a second. He straightens back up too, towering over you with the height that sprouted during middle school. He used to be the same height as you, standing at a firm five foot four, until the first day of eighth grade, he just so happened to tower over everyone in the hallway.
“You’re a little on edge today.” He holds that smirk to his lips. You want so desperately to wipe it off today and everyday. “Business is slow, Harry.” You huff as you look down at the little brown, dried up smudge of coffee against the white counter and start to chip at it with your red painted finger nail. That’s when you realize that yours match his, almost to the exact same shade and it’s something that makes your stomach churn.
“Why do you always have to copy me?” You snap, watching as his brows furrow, trying to figure out what you’re even talking about. You hold up one finger, decidedly your middle finger, both flicking him off and pointing out that the Ruby red shade matches his all too well.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Y/N.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve had my nails painted this color for about two weeks now. You just recently changed yours from that awful green color.” You want to ask why he’s paid so much attention to your nail colors when this is the only time you’ve ever really paid attention to his, but instead, you opt for a different kind of slash back.
“Who gave you the idea to paint your nails in the first place? You look like you’re trying to make some sort of statement, but you’re coming up short.” You bite back your grin when you see a flash of offense cross his features, but he’s quick to recompose his reaction.
“The ladies love it.” He shrugs one shoulder. “These nails, and my little statements, as you like to call them, are the reason why people actually like to be around me. That, and I’m not a bitter b-“
“Say it and I’ll slap you.” You point your finger before the word slips from his lips. He finds humor in it all, leaning in a little bit closer to you, a word that he clearly improvised on coming through his lips. “Brat.” He nearly whispers, just to emphasize the dramatics of it all.
You bite down on your tongue, eyes piercing his. He shrugs his shoulder again, eyebrows raising as if he’s trying to prove some sort of point. “Harry” you sigh. “Yes” he inclines, his interest piqued at your exhausted tone. It feels like achievement to him and as you already knew, he was an over-achiever.
“I really hate to break it to you, but nobody thinks you’re as cool as you do. You’re just a guy who paints his nails and wears clothes that are different than everyone else’s, mainly because your fashion sense is- well” you wave your hand over his navy blue button down and cream colored flare out trousers. He always overdressed for every occasion. Even work. “It’s kind of sad.”
There’s another grimace that flashed across his face. This was how you got to know the ins and outs of Harry so well. Whenever something struck a chord deep within him, his face always showed up, even if it was just a few moments long. And this is how you found out that he takes way too much pride in being different. His appearance and the constant need to stand out was something that plagued him and he particularly didn’t like that aspect about himself, or the fact that you’d read between the lines and figured that out yourself. It became your go-to for the back and forth banters but lately he’s been brushing them off of his shoulder much easier than you’d like.
“So I like to look nice.” He shrugs again. “At least I don’t walk around looking like I robbed my little sisters closet” he motioned a hand over your cream colored cropped top, exposing your belly button and the little jeweled piercing that dangled from it. “We’re adults now, y/n. Maybe it’s time to let the skimpy teenager clothes go.”
You instinctively felt your arms cross over your chest, feeling as if you needed to cover up your body when his eyes trailed down from yours to the tanned skin peeking between the end of your shirt and the beginning of your fade washed shorts. He trailed his eyes back up to meet yours with a proud smirk and a little gleam of satisfaction dancing around the emerald hues.
“At least I don’t dress like a grandpa.” You muttered the comment yet he still heard it and you wished that he hadn’t because you’ve remarked it to him too many times in the past to count. It was just something you said when you couldn’t come up with anything else. Defeat, in his eyes. That lead to the dignified aura that bounced around him for the rest of that insufferable day.
Your mother always designated one day to herself, where she closed the shop and took her time to just relax. You inherited that tradition, but for other reasons. Simply put, you loved to party. Friday nights were reserved for the bonfires at the lake with too many people to count, alcohol and loud music, it was a traditional thing for you. Saturday’s were reserved for curing the hangovers, so those became the days that the shop closed.
It was seven-thirty in the evening, business had boomed for the better half of the day and you were pleased with the profits as you stuffed four thousand dollars in the form of twenties and ones into the zip up pouch that would be brought to the bank first thing Sunday morning.
Harry was just finishing up with mopping the floors, this time he managed to do so without spilling the mop bucket everywhere in the storage closet, but you didn’t praise him for it or acknowledge it aloud whatsoever.
You wiped down the counters and swept the floor behind it so that he could mop there as well, then walked over to the glass door when the clock read exactly eight and flipped the open sign around.
You sighed contently as you headed towards the small office tucked away in the back, finding your feet thanking you when you sat down in the swivel chair and took all of your weight off of them. Counting the rest of the deposit funds and jotting down inventory notes, you were eager to head out as soon as you possibly could.
Tonight was going to be a good one, you needed it. You needed the heat of the fire against your skin, the beers and shots of liquor coursing through your veins, the company of good friends and good vibes, even the bad ideas that sprung about from the intoxication.
And as you were scribbling down notes of how many more plastic cups and lids you needed to order first thing Sunday morning, Harry was running through the details of the day, realizing that he hadn’t really had that much interaction with you. It felt- off. It was a busy day, he thought to himself, but it also felt like you were purposely avoiding him. He had made a few little remarks here and there about how your face was turning red when the lunch rush picked up and as he recalls now, all you did was hum a response and continue about your business.
He stands there with the wooden rod of the mop in hand as he stares down at the floor he’d been swiping over way too many times, too deep in thought to realize. Then he decides to figure out what’s going on with you. Not that he really cared, of course, but just because he felt like it was a little strange that you hadn’t even tried to argue once with him today. Not even when he dropped all of the napkins out of his hands, possibly on purpose, and they scattered all across the floor. All you did was glance at the sheets littered against the tile and back at the register. Very, very unlike you.
You were typing against the keys of the computer, filling in you and Harry’s hourly schedules since checks would be issues Sunday night. You still had a decent amount of things to finish up and only grew even antsier when you glanced at the clock and it read eight-thirty five. Already, the party was starting and you hadn’t even left yet.
That’s when Harry just so happens to make matters grand when he peeks his curly head in and makes a psst sound that definitely makes you jump. You whipped around with a scowled look on your face that only deepened when his dimples were on full display in response to his smile that leaked a chuckle.
“What?” You snapped, turning back to pick up where you left off entering in punch ins and outs on the computer. “I’m busy.”
“You’ve been extra boring today.” He remarks, earning a roll of your eyes that he can’t see. You don’t respond back to his little comment and instead do your best to tune him out completely by focusing on the sounds of the keys clicking underneath your nails.
He takes a step in the room and you feel the atmosphere shift, something that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head nearly. You can his body as it shifts and leans against the door frame, feeling his eyes burn a hole to the back of your head. Which only reminds you that you need to definitely do your hair before you head to the party you’re already late for.
“Nothing to say?” He asks, the infliction in his tone is that more of surprised and confused than it is of teasing and taunting. You sigh deeply before entering in the very last time stamp into the computer, feeling a little bit more relieved when you hit send and it’s finally being delivered to the payroll corporation. One less task, but Harry is adding one more to the list.
You swivel around in the chair and reach for a stack of papers that you’re way overdue to sign. And just as you pick the stack up off of your wooden desk, his large, silver and gold ring clad hand stamps down on top of them. You glare up at him with the annoyance threading into your bones and all that he does, despite you trying to yank the papers out from underneath his palm, is stare down at you with furrowed brows.
“If you weren’t already my least favorite person in the world, you definitely are now.” You nearly growl the words that earns that infamous smirk to play on his lips simply because he’s finally sparked a reaction out of you.
“Ah” he grins, deep dimples indented into his cheeks “there she is. Thought you were going soft on me for a while there” but you can only glare at him, no mood that you were in pointed even remotely close to the desire to bicker with him, or even be in his presence today.
“If you’re finished with the floors you can go ahead and go.” You tell him in hopes that it’ll get him out of your hair faster, but it doesn’t. “I’m finished with the floors but I’ve got nothing better to do.” He smirks “I figured I’d see what kind of stick is up your ass instead.”
“Harry, I’m busy. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now and I don’t give a fuck about whatever you’re trying to do so if you would, please, just leave!” Your tone came out a lot harsher than you’d anticipated but the mix of stress from overdue paper work and trying to make it to a party you’d been looking forward to all week long was the main culprit.
And for a moment you thought you could actually see some sort of hurt cross through Harry’s eyes, and for some weird reason you felt bad for it, even though he never felt bad when he struck nerves with you. But that didn’t last long when he removed his hand from the stack of papers and nodded his head once, about to leave you with the words, “I’ve got a party to go to anyway”
You felt your stomach churn into the rings of aggravation. “What party?” You shout after him, watching as his feet come to a stop and he spins around with the look of amusement returning to his eyes. “You’re not invited.” He smirks. You swivel slightly more in your chair, now fully facing him. “I really hope not. I hope it’s not the bonfire down at the lake.” You deadpan, watching as his face falls slightly before that dimple fledged smile returns to it again.
“You won’t be making it anyway, from the looks of things.” He glances at the stack of papers laying underneath your hand. “Is it the lake party?” You desperately hope and pray that he’s just fucking with your head like always, but something tells you that he’s not.
He only shrugs his shoulders and turns back on his heel, heading through the shop before you hear the bell chime on the door, leaving you wondering if you should even go to that lake at all.
You did, in hopes that Harry was only fucking with your head and that he was somewhere far off at another location. So far so good, you haven’t seen him or caught wind of his name anywhere. And despite the fact that you didn’t show up until ten-fifteen, things were still just as lively, if not at their peak.
There was a roaring fire that warmed your body, much like the alcohol that coursed through your veins and the sticky summer night air that you didn’t seem to mind as much. You’d met up with a few good friends and already found yourself adding a few unfamiliar faces into the mix of very limited people that you would surround yourself with.
There was music blaring through the speakers of a stereo system sitting on the tailgate of some random blue truck and overall, you were having a really good time.
“I’m so glad you came!” Alyssa, a friend from college shouts over the music at you. Her blue eyes were hazed over and eyelids drooping due to the endless shots she’d already taken. “Me too, I really needed this!” You shout back, passing her another small glass that she’d reached for.
You swayed to the music, your intoxication running high as your body loosened up. It was like a veil had been lifted and for one night and one night only, nothing about the overdue paperwork or the things you needed to order in the shop or the fact that you needed to go grocery shopping at some point tomorrow, or Harry, oh God, especially Harry. He didn’t matter and neither did anything else.
You sat down on one of the long benches that ringed around the fire, feeling the warmth of the blazes heat linger to your skin. Everyone was having a great time. Some people were cuddled up, couldn’t keep their hands off of one another. Some people were huddled in groups just talking, or rather, shouting over the music. Some were taking off towards the lake, a drunk idea that sounded too good at the moment. And you were with the group that sat down near the fire and finally found their way to unwind. Contentment.
There’s a loud series of splashes in the distance, followed by high pitched squeals and shouts that earns your attention. Turning around, you see a group of people running off of the dock, some doing cannonballs and some doing flips as they crash into the water. And the idea looks enticing to you. How good the water would probably feel against your heated skin and how nice it would probably be to just lean back and let the cool blue float you.
And you were one more push away from getting up and racing into that water along with the group of people, until you turned around to face the fire one last time and caught a familiar pair of green eyes trained on you from across the orange blaze. “Are you serious?” You shout at him without even thinking about it. You felt an instant rage coil inside of you. “Are you fucking serious?” You repeat yourself, wide eyed as you stare into his narrowed ones.
“What?” He innocently asks. You can tell he’s trying to put on a show for all of the eyes around the two of you. “You know what.” You deadpan, head tilting to the side as you glared back at him. “I can’t have a good time?” He asks, his voice all too calm and cool compared to yours.
An elbow that belonged to a brunette haired girl next to you nudges you gently, your eyes never leaving Harry’s when she brings her head closer to you. “Is that your boyfriend or something?” She asks, earning your nose to scrunch at the mere thought of that statement. “Definitely the fuck not.” You growl, eyes trained intently on Harry as his stay trained on you.
“She’s not that lucky.” Harry smirks, his voice appointed to the girl next to you. Then his eyes linger towards her, a smoother smile filling his lips when he says, “But you can be.”
You immediately felt a bubbling of rage and fury boil over. Harry’s eyes lingered back to you with that same, smug smirk on his face as he watched with amusement her cheeks flare red.
“He’s not a good guy.” You retort loud enough for the girl next to you and the man across from you to hear, eyes not daring to falter from the staring contest the two of you were having.
“Don’t listen to her, I’m more than just a good guy.” Harry grins, his dimples fully exposed in the cast of the golden glow.
“Not hardly. You should hear the way he talks to me and the things that he says. Definitely no way to treat a woman.” You slash back, your tone steady and stern despite the fact that you feel like you’re oddly walking on shaky ground.
“I’ve tried to be nice to you.” Harry deadpans, now the girl next to you that’s fully engaged in this back and forth banter is completely forgotten about. Everyone else at the party is too, for that matter. It’s just the two of you fully consumed in a war. The battlefield being the fire between you and the weaponry being your words.
You scoff harshly, so much so that a little string of saliva flies into the fire and of course it doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “You have never in your life tried to be nice to me.” You attest, watching as his brows raise in what seems to be slight astonishment.
“I most definitely have.”
“Name one time.”
“Your thirteenth birthday.” It flies off of his tongue like it’s been embedded in the back of his mind and patiently waiting to be used for some sort of reason.
Your brain scans for the memory so long ago and Harry waits for it to register with you. And once it does, you wished it hadn’t. That birthday was the worst of them all. You’d never felt more embarrassed that day than you had your entire life.
You’d invited a bunch of friends, had an array of cupcakes and ice cream all displayed perfectly on the counter of the coffee shop, which your mother closed for the day specially for the occasion. You were so excited, awaiting the arrival of your friends that, for their own reasons, never showed up.
And you cried at the table when the ice creams all melted and the icing on the cupcakes did too. Your mother was just as upset as you were, not understanding why none of your friends bothered to show. Some friends they are, she’d tell you.
And she had the idea to call up Harry’s mom, just to see if there was anyway that someone could come and cheer you up. And Harry had to stifle a laugh when his mother told him that nobody showed up to your party, and he had to hold in that laugh the entire way to the coffee shop, directed by his mother.
But when he saw you with your face buried in your hands and tears streaming down the parts of your cheeks that weren’t covered by your palms, he didn’t want to laugh. Not even a little. He felt bad. Almost- sad, even. And he tried to get you to uncover your face for a while, but you were too upset to do so.
And the more he tried, the more aggravated you got until you eventually snapped at him saying, “Harry just leave me alone! I didn’t even invite you here!”
And that was the first time that you’d ever truly hurt him. Maybe it was because he was putting himself in a vulnerable position, letting his guard down by not teasing and taunting you like usual, trying to actually be there for you and you completely shut him out, much like you shut out that entire memory until just now.
You’re face falls when it plays in your head like a movie and Harry pin points the exact moment that it registers. His smirk had faltered and instead had been replaced with a look more serious than you were sure you’d seen from him before.
“Yeah, you remember now, don’t you?” He asks as he nods his head. You felt a rush of embarrassment course through your body, serving as a fuel to your defense mechanisms whenever it came to you feeling even remotely cornered. Much like Harry.
“That was years ago.” You roll your eyes. “I’m so sorry that I hurt your little feelings, but we’re grown now, so maybe it’s time you get over it.”
But he wasn’t over it and he didn’t even know why himself. And he wasn’t over a lot of the little back and forth banters, ones of which you’d said things that struck multiple nerves within him. He thought about the things you’ve said to him and wondered why they had so much affect on how he views himself. You were really the only person that was able to dig down that deep and leave an impression wherever your words may have landed within him.
He could never figure out why.
“Yeah.” He mutters with a nod. “You’re right, y/n, I should get over it. And you should get over that guy that slept with you two years ago just to block your number the next morning.” It was a low blow if you’d ever heard one. Something that hit deeper than the bones. Nearly the heart. Maybe even the heart, if you’re being honest.
And you couldn’t believe he just escalated things that much. You couldn’t believe he just took it that far and if he’s being completely honest, he couldn’t believe it either. It was a secret that only he knew. A confession you had made when you were drunk off your ass one night attempting to walk home from the bar and Harry just so happened to be on the sidewalk that night.
And he was concerned about you and, he’d never admit it, but he didn’t like the tears that streamed down your cheeks. And you were too intoxicated to even truly realize who your arm was wrapped around as you stumbled home, and when he asked what was wrong it didn’t register with you that the voice belonged to Harry and that you’d confessed something rather embarrassing to him that you’d never in a million years mean to do.
But he kept that secret to himself and even lightened up on the teasings for the next few days to follow. And if you had any respect for him whatsoever, that was the only reason why.
Not anymore.
You felt tears prick your eyes. The fact that he’d just outed something so personal about you, shouted it loud enough for too many listening ears to hear, absolutely rattled you inside. And he immediately regretted it, but you couldn’t tell. His face fell and his eyes did too, his gaze trained on the ground and not dare back to your face, but you doubted he felt bad. He was probably proud. Probably felt like he won.
“Fuck you harry.” You growl before rising from the bench and taking off towards your car parked, coincidentally, right next to his. And you want to take a rock and bash his windows in. You want to take your car key and make it screech against the nice little paint job he’s got, but you don’t, because at this point you’re feeling the tears slip down your cheeks and you can’t dare let him see that.
Not that he even would, because he doesn’t try to go after you. He sits there with his head towards the ground realizing that he just royally fucked up. No boundaries had ever been established when it came to the two of you’s arguments and petty comments, but you were both decent human beings who knew not to throw something deeply personal back in the others face.
Harry knew you’d never do that to him. He knew if he was the one drunk over some girl he really liked who decided to randomly ghost him after a long, so called passionate night, y/n would never throw that in his face. Especially not around a bunch of people. He felt like shit, to say the very least, and when the brunette formerly sitting next to y/n made her way over to the seat next to Harry, attempting to bat her lashes that he’d usually be all for, all he did was tell her to, “Please go find someone else. I’m not interested.”
Tensions had been high before, but not breath takingly high. It was as if the universe played jokes on the both of you when that Sunday following had mysteriously become another slow and rainy day, even though the weather called for blue skies and sunshine.
And that forced you and Harry to be alone completely in the coffee shop with the only sounds emitting being that of the rain against the windows. It was dense and dark. There were numerous times he’d open his mouth to say something to you but you’d just hold up one hand, shutting him down instantly. And he knew he deserved it. He didn’t even dare to think about a petty comment or a disdainful remark.
He watched as you quietly cleaned the entire shop from top to bottom. He knew you well enough now to know that when you were upset, stressed or angry, you cleaned. And even when you were done cleaning, you cleaned again. Sighs filled the air when the clock only read two and you knew you were trapped for another six hours with the man you’d grown to despise even more than you ever had before.
He thought he could try to be helpful and clean the places that you hadn’t yet, scrubbing the underneath counters that the coffee machines sat on and even going as far as standing on a wobbly chair to dust the ceiling fans. But his efforts go unacknowledged and he grows more and more frustrated.
And that frustration inevitably turned into what he thought was a strange sense of anger when a man your age walked in, his black t-shirt soaked from the rain but a smile that suddenly brightened your day. And the way you cheerfully greeted him, compared to the silence you’d granted Harry all day long, seemed to cause a tick of jealousy within his bones.
“What can I get you today?” You asked, eyes locked with the man ahead of you. One of which was rather handsome in your opinion. He had dark brown hair that curled from the dampness, lighter brown eyes that had what you would say, life to them. And not to mention a smile that shined underneath the fluorescent store lights.
“I’ve never been in here before” he informs you. Harry’s watching the entire interaction take place, trying to not be too obvious about it as he awaits the order he’ll have to prepare for the man. “What’s your favorite?” He asks you. You bite the inside of your cheek as you think about it, and the pause of silence results in a little chuckle that passes through your lips when the man mimics your thinking face.
And Harry hates it. He sees a flirtatious thing happening and doesn’t know why it irks him so much but he’s quick to cut into it when he says, “Our mocha Frappuccino.” Earning the eyes of you and the man in front of you. “That’s her favorite.”
You want to shoot him a glare that will slice through his heart but for some reason you can’t quite figure out, there’s some sort of emotion erupting within you that makes you want to- smile? And that doesn’t show at all when you look down at your register instead.
“I guess I’ll take that.” You hear the deep voice of the man in front of you. You peek back up at him, noticing that his smile had faded. You ring up his order, take his money and issue him his change before watching him head down the counter to where Harry was on the other side preparing the drink.
And the man’s eyes never once lingered back to you. And when Harry handed him his cup with a tight lipped smile, the man muttered something to him that you couldn’t make out.
“Thank you, come again!” You shout after him just before he heads out the door, but he doesn’t turn around. And when you and Harry are all alone again, you wonder if you should cuss him out or just leave it alone. It’s pointless, after all, and rather exhausting.
And you think that he’s going to have that proud smirk on his face when he turns to face you, but he doesn’t. And he doesn’t really even look back at you. All that he does is go back to cleaning and you wonder if he didn’t see an issue in what he did or if he’s trying to avoid it like a child.
Deciding it’s probably a mix of both, you come to the conclusion that Harry Styles is now in your book, the only person in it, really, as someone you absolutely hate.
It’s a hot summer Wednesday and you were nearly sticky from the humidity outside. You had on a red t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, which you wouldn’t normally wear in weather this atrocious but ever since Harry made that little comment about you dressing like a skimpy teenager, you didn’t really wear many cropped tops or short shorts anymore.
And you hated that in the first place. Hated that a little comment by someone you don’t even care about had made you change the way that you went about your everyday life. And what you didn’t know was that he stopped wearing clothes that he thought would give you the opportunity to say that he was dressing like a grandpa, and wondered if you’d noticed, like you’d wondered if he’d noticed your change in style.
But despite the fact that you both played a roll in each other’s minds, you still were far from the terms of toleration. Harry was beyond frustrated at this point. He’d done things to provoke a reaction out of you that you just simply refused to give.
He spilled the mop bucket, expecting you to play the boss role with pride, but all you did was walk past him without even glancing at the soaked floor. He spilled cold coffee on himself, the chill of the ice nearly making him shout out an animalistic like noise and he thought you’d at least laugh at him, but all you did was glance his way and shake your head slightly.
And now he was done with the embarrassing antics just to try to get you to say anything to him. He was tired of wondering when you’d finally speak to him again. He was sick of the hope he woke up with every day wondering if it may be the day when you decide to cuss him out for everything he ever did to you.
He was done.
He marched towards the back office you were finishing up stock reports in, the door swinging open by the force of his hand. Your eyes shoot up, face scolding when you take sight of him blocking the doorway.
“We’re going to talk.” He demands. His voice is deep, raspy and non-suggestive as it fills that office. Your brows knit together and your heart hammers in your chest, but only out of undeniable anger at the audacity he had to demand you of anything.
He invites himself in and leans against the wall, one hand against the surface of it while his other hand rests on his hip. He’s looking down at you with a serious expression, one of which you don’t care about at all.
There’s a brief moment of silence that he cuts into when the tensions start to arise. “You’re mad at me.” He points out. You still don’t issue any sort of reaction. “Not just mad, but really, really mad.” He adds.
All you do is look up at him wondering why he’s so damn stupid and why he always has to open his mouth around you. You’re sure if you have to deal with him for a few years longer, you’re going to have high blood pressure way too soon in life.
“I deserve it.” He continues, saying it proudly like it was supposed to move you in any sort of way shape or form. “Because I did something very, very bad at that party.” He’s sounding like a kid trying to issue an apology but dancing around the actual words themselves because he’s too prideful. And that irks you.
“I was drinking way too much and-“
“Wait a minute” you cut him off with a raise of your hand. “Don’t blame this on drinking. Don’t blame it on anything other than the fact that you are a shitty ass person.” Deadpanning, it’s your turn to catch his reaction. And all you get is a drop of his head momentarily before he picks it up again and nods.
“I’m not that bad.” He shrugs one shoulder, earning a scoff to emit loudly through your lips. “Really, I’m not. You and I just rub eachother wrong, is all.” He’s now sounding like he wants to take the mature route and you’re wondering how someone can flip the script so fast.
“Why do you think that is, Harry?” You ask, sarcasm dripping in your tone but he avoids it anyway.
“Well, Y/N” he mimics the infliction, “I think that it’s maybe because of astrology.”
You can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. Part of you wants to laugh and the other part wants to swoosh him away, but you couldn’t lie, you’d somewhat missed the banters.
“Astrology?” You ask. “Seriously?”
He nods his head. “I’m an Aquarius, you’re a scorpio. We’re not really destined to get along that great.”
You had no idea what his sign was and no idea when his birthday was, but you added this to the number of little details he’d remembered or learned about you over the years and it almost baffled you how much he knew when you knew so little.
“Okay?” You shake your head. “So you think we are just destined to hate eachother?”
“I don’t hate you.” He quickly replies. “Not at all. You hate me?” He asks with brows that raise almost like he could actually be surprised that you could ever hate him. And even though you strongly despise him, you don’t, actually hate him. You may have told him you did millions of times but you never fully, one hundred percent hated the man.
“I don’t hate you but I really don’t like you.” You opt to say, a shrug of your shoulders as your eyes turn up, only adding to the emphasis.
“Fair” he nods his head. “I don’t always like you either.”
And why that felt kind of hurtful, you’ll never know. But the way that he said it, openly and honestly, genuinely at that, kind of hurt. Because truth be told, you didn’t like Harry but you also did like him. You liked that he could keep you entertained. He challenged you. He always made things interesting in the worst of ways, but, interesting.
And now you’re thinking that all the things he’s said about you being a bitter brat, or a stick in the mud, or an unrealistic dreamer and so on, are true statements in his mind. Maybe there’s nothing he likes about you except annoying you.
“Guess we’re on the same page then.” You push away whatever pained feeling nibbles at your heart. “Great talk.”
But he doesn’t budge from his place at the door. “Yeah, I’m not moving until we are on better terms than this.”
You glance back up at him with a roll of your eyes. “I have too much work to do right now Harry.” You huff, but he swiftly grabs the papers from the desk and folds them up, sliding them in his back pocket and leaning back against the wall again.
“Are you serious?” You gape.
“As a heart attack.” He deadpans. Now there’s truly no way around it. He wasn’t leaving and you were sure he would keep you both trapped in that office even if the building was on fire until you got on better terms.
“What do you want me to say, Harry?” You wave your hands around, frustration already built high within you.
“I want you to hate me again, but the way that you used to. Not like this.” He motions a hand between the two of you.
There’s a silent pause that’s interrupted by the sound of your elongated sigh. A roll of your eyes following. “You did me wrong.” You end up saying, watching as he slowly inches over to the only other seat in the room, barely a foot from yours and sits down.
“I did.” He nods his head, eyes driving deep into yours. “I should have never let something like that slip.”
“No, you really shouldn’t have. And also, you kind of ruined whatever was going on between me and that guy the other day too.” And when you bring Harry back to that memory he, for some reason feels his muscles tense. He doesn’t agree to this one. All he does is bite down on his lower lip and stare back at you.
“My only question is, why?” You ask. It’s one that’s been lingering on the tip of your tongue for years now, but up until this point neither of you had ever been in a situation suitable enough to raise it.
He thinks about it. Come to think of it, he can’t really figure out why himself. It was just natural. Easy to do. Banter and argue and bicker and all that mess was way too easy and, if he’s being honest, fun.
“I don’t think there’s a real reason, other than it’s just what we’ve always done.” He shrugs his shoulders and you think about that for a moment, realizing there’s no way to argue with that logic. It was true. Ever since middle school, that’s what you and Harry had always done.
There’s another lapse of silence with tensions slowly beginning to dissipate when Harry, even though he tried his best not to, asks a question he’d been wondering for days.
“Did you uh-“ he cuts himself off as he clears his throat and tries again. “Like that guy?”
It’s weird that he’s asking you this. And it’s almost instinctively that you retort with a venomous tongue. “Why? You want to tell the world about a hopeless infatuation I may have had that you ruined?”
And you watch as the pain dances in his eyes. “No.” He mutters, eyes falling to the floor. “Just kind of seemed like you did, is all.”
You felt your own heart ping with a pain you weren’t able to force away when you realized Harry was just trying to talk to you and you were still guarded from the years of comments and remarks and teasings and banters and all that in between.
You sighed, not wanting to give away too much information, since you certainly did not trust him. All you said was, “I probably could have.” And that’s when Harry’s eyes avert to yours again; finding something darkening them before he nods his head and straightens his back.
It’s quiet again. So quiet that you could hear a pin drop, until he sighs deeply and runs one large hand over his tired face. He opens his mouth but closes it again, and again and again until you’re almost dying to know what’s on the tip of his tongue.
“What?” You ask, he’d hoped you weren’t looking. Wished he hadn’t been caught but he was and he now needed to muster either the truth or a quick witted lie.
“I probably did ruin that for you.” He comes out. “He looked like he was into you. He thought that- you were my girlfriend.” It’s slow to leave his mouth but quick to reach your ears.
“What?” You asked almost instantly, watching his head nod. “I handed him his coffee and he told me he was sorry if he disrespected me. Said he didn’t know that you were my- girlfriend.”
The term slips too easily off of his tongue. It comes out all too steady when it’s said it you. It makes sense, when you saw the handsome stranger lean in and mutter something to Harry that you couldn’t hear, that must have been it.
“And what did you say?” You find yourself asking. It’s weird that you should have to ask. You’d think that Harry would curl his lip in disgust like he does when customers make remarks about how the two of you are too much alike to handle each other. But you didn’t see a face even remotely close to that when that stranger pulled away from Harry.
He’s quiet. Staring down at the rings clasped around his fingers. He’s biting down on his lower lip, so rough that there’s tooth mark indentions against the flesh. And you wait, because you’re thinking that Harry didn’t make a disgusted face or tell the stranger that there’s no way in hell you could ever be his girlfriend.
And when Harry finally opens his mouth again, all he says is, “it’s okay.”
Your brows knit. “What’s okay?” You asked, not yet catching on. “That’s what I told him.” He admits, confessing that he did not inform the stranger correctly and yes, most definitely did ruin what may have been a good thing. Probably on purpose.
But as angry as you felt like you wanted to be, all you could feel was confused. “Why?” You asked. It was all so strange. It was like you were unfolding a mystery and Harry had all of the clues. You had to dig around and find the answers because he was only going to throw bits and pieces out there for you.
“I don’t know.” He says. His eyes find yours again and this time they are all too soft, gentle, even a little bit- endearing?
“Why not just tell him that you’re absolutely disgusted by me and there’s no possibly way I could ever be your girlfriend?” It’s a jab laced with pain that Harry doesn’t let go unnoticed. And all he does is avert his eyes to the rings wrapped around his fingers again.
“Not disgusted by you.” He mutters. You almost missed it. “And I don’t know, Y/N. I just didn’t.”
But he knows it was this weird surge of jealousy seeing you flirt with someone when he’d taken the banters and the teases as subtle flirting all along.
You stared at him for a moment before rising from your seat, suddenly feeling like you were in dyer need of some air and the back of the building, and maybe even a menthol cigarette, was calling your name right about now.
But when you stood up, he didn’t move. He had his chair right in front of the doorway and blocked your path all together and you huffed when you realized he had no plans of letting you out, but he wasn’t even trying to annoy you.
He looked up at you, his face level with your hips. “I want to go outside.” You whisper, hoping that the low, slow tone of your voice will convince him to let you go, but it doesn’t and suddenly when he speaks again, you feel the heat roll from his mouth; sift against your hips and you don’t want to move.
“Are we on better terms?” He asks. His eyes are forced to be trained on your face and not your body only half inches away. He gets the whiff of your strawberry scent and wonders how he’d never noticed the fruity sensation before.
You bite down on your lower lip when he bites down on his, suddenly an all new tension is rising high in that room and it’s a sensation of which you and him had never experienced together before.
He quirks a brow as he waits for the response to the question you forgot he asked, and you watch as he slowly rises from the seat. His face comes eye level with every part of your body, from your hips upwards until he’s towering over you again, chests merely centimeters apart.
You look up at him, he looks down on you, and it’s almost as if you’d forgotten how to speak. Never in your life feeling this way around Harry, it was new yet so intense. You’d always deemed him as handsome but his personality ruined it for you the first time he ever opened his mouth.
Today it was almost as if you could live with it. The way he was looking at you, some kind of gleam lingering in those eyes of his. His lips once again drug in by his teeth and the way he had a loose curl fall against his forehead.
And maybe it was also the hot summer day and the fact that you both were feeling the heat. Maybe it was the single lamp light in the office providing a dim glow around the room. Or maybe it was Harry after all. Maybe you were resurfacing feelings you’d forced so deep down you could only convince yourself that they weren’t real.
At least, that’s what he had just realized.
He closes the gap between the two of you by only taking one single step forward. There’s lines already being crossed and boundaries being pushed but neither one of you are making any efforts to stop it.
And that’s when three words, brought on by nerves wracking and hands clamming linger from your lips and fall victim to the reason why such a dirty crime gets committed in that very office that day.
“I hate you.” Your voice barely a whisper; but a smirk that follows.
“Show me.” He jerks his chin, and didn’t quite expect to get pushed back down in the chair behind him but he wasn’t objecting to it.
Your legs straddle his thighs, hands ball a fist of fabric of his simple black t-shirt and it’s then, for the first time in history and certainly not the last, that you cross the point of no return. If only you could see everyone’s face had they been watching this movie play out.
Harry’s lips crash into yours in a pursuit so fueled by hunger that it’s beyond messy. Your two front teeth clash with his, tongues don’t even ask for acceptance as they over take each other’s mouths. You didn’t notice that you were grinding down on him until you felt a bulge press to your thigh.
He glances down and so do you but only for a second before your lips beg to be attacked by each other’s again. And it’s a swift change from the comfort of his lap to the surface of your desk when he lifts up and places you on it. There’s a pause, he looks at you with that dimple indented smirk on his face.
“I’ve pictured this a lot” he admits, swallowing your words before they have time to fumble through your lips. And it’s then that you feel his strong, large and incredibly warm hands against your skin. This would have actually been a good day for thinner clothing but oh well.
His hand slips up the back of your shirt, soothing over the smooth skin of your back as he finds your bra clasp and skillfully lets it fall freely.
You’re all too excited to care about anything at the moment other than him and the act itself. You waste no time unbuttoning his pants and forcing them down his thighs, leaving him in a pair of black briefs that left very little to the imagination, quite wonderfully. Might you add.
And he’s all too anxious just to feel you but before he does that, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t always imagine what you would taste like. This is his golden opportunity so he takes it, quickly stripping you of your jeans and lacy pink panties to follow, figuring it would be more suitable to take your shirt off too, wondering why he didn’t take it off before he unclasped your bra but he didn’t waste much time scolding himself.
You sit there like he’d always imagined you would, except your body is so much better than he ever thought. Breasts are perky and begging to be touched so he does so, just taking his palms and engulfing the swells and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t really turn you on.
And when you arch your back he knows it just as much and he knows that if you are that reactive up there, you’ve got to be crazy reactive down there.
And that’s where he lowers to his knees, your leg thrown over his shoulder. He takes one finger and glides it down your clit, collecting your juices that he’s dying to taste, but not before you. Because as dirty as he was, he knew you had to be too. If you were both really two sides of the same coin, he was determined to unlock a filthiness you’d probably never shown anyone before.
His fingers come up to your lips and you glance down at him for a moment before you open your mouth wide, a smirk coming to play on his face when your lips lock around his two, long digits. “Mm” you hum, the vibrations nearly making him wild.
He retreats his fingers and uses the same hand to spread your thigh. He’s living for the glisten of juices against your pink, knowing he’s the entire reason for it. “You hate me, huh?” He smirks up at you, collecting more of your sweet candy on his fingers and holding it up for you to see it shimmer against his skin as it drips down to his knuckles.
“Looks to me like you don’t” he says just before he sucks his own fingers and the juices off of them. A sight so damn sexy that it should be illegal. “Tastes like you don’t either.” He smirks before he returns his attention to your hot center proudly displayed for him.
He swipes his tongue over his lips, feeling the drool linger in his mouth. You watch as he slowly moves his head forward, locking his plump lips around your swollen clit and immediately you cannot keep it to yourself.
“Oh God” you breathe, feeling him smirk against you. He doesn’t need a lot of time and he knows that. How wet he’s gotten you and how overly sensitive that you are, this part won’t take long at all but he still wants to drawl it out as much as he can. Like you already know, he was an over-achiever.
And this was where it must have became a good thing to want to be the best at everything because damn if that boy didn’t know how to flick his tongue. You were moaning and panting, he was lapping and teasingly flicking and it was all so riveting.
Your hands find his hair, realizing for the first time that it’s actually super soft. But right now you were only using it as stabilization, letting him guide his own tongue because it was clear he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Mhm” he hums against your clit, the vibrations working absolute wonders. You hike your leg higher, the sole of your foot resting on the arch of his shoulder as he continues devouring you like he hadn’t eaten in days.
You were a sweaty, moaning mess and it was even more than he had pictured. And he wanted you to ride out more than just one high but when you felt that coil in your stomach you knew you wanted to experience it with him.
And so you beg, your pretty little lips swollen from the bite marks as you whimper, “Harry, please, please fuck me”
And everything comes to a halt, almost as if he didn’t every expect to hear those dirty little words slip through your lips. And he obliged immediately, rising up with a string of your juices trailing from his chin, and he kisses you with a force, and you taste the sweetness his lips are coated in. His new favorite flavor.
Hands are feverishly grasping at one another, lips are missing each other just to lock again and in the midst of a battle between tongues, you feel his length, much bigger than you originally thought, slip between your walls earning unified moans from the both of you.
Pulling away, but only slightly, his open mouth is dancing near while you do your best to surpress the moans as you bite down on your lower lip.
It’s a moment that passes then he begins to move, glancing at the clock to realize an evening rush will be starting in that coffee shop too soon. And as he glides into you, that desk that’s already wobbly at the legs starts to rock against the wall, and neither of you notice it until you hear a distinct squeaking sound.
And the only reason you really changed positions was because of the computer and how you didn’t want the desk to break and that computer to shatter. If it wasn’t for that, you wouldn’t have cared. But this was better.
He had you pinned to the wall, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. His thrusts were strong and steady, his lips were hot as they trailed against your neck and the both of you were carelessly letting animalistic noises echo through the room.
“Fuck-“ he rasps in your ear “you don’t know how good you feel”
His hands, gripping to the curves of your thighs, tighten their hold on you. You don’t have to do much to be held up by him. He was stronger than you realized when he lifted you with ease. And you kept your hands grasping at his back, his biceps, his forearms, just to feel those muscles contracting underneath his skin.
He licked a stripe from your collar bone to the shell of your ear, leaving the wet path chilled without his contact. And you couldn’t keep your legs from shaking when he hit a spot that sent shivers rolling down your spine.
And in the midst of it all, he drew back slightly, thrusts still strong, just to admire you. This is something he’d though could never happen and now all he wants to do is take a mental picture- or video, of it all.
And it’s when he breathlessly moans the words, “You’re so fucking gorgeous” that you feel your stomach coil with a heat you hadn’t been lucky enough to feel with anyone else before. And when he sucks a purple patch into your flesh, you feel an explosion overtake you.
And he feels it too. Your walls tighten, a vice grip around his cock that nearly makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. You suddenly burst with a warmth that makes his head spin. It’s seeing you lose your control that commences the same for him, and after two more strong thrusts, he feels that surge of adrenaline rip through his veins.
And in unison, you’re both moaning and panting, profanities and pleads leaking from your lips like second nature. And he presses his forehead to yours the moment you begin to wind down from your high, looking down, he watches his own length bury into you again, your walls sucking him in.
And whatever control he may of thought he had was lost at that. His eyes rolled back once again, along with his head as he let a groan rip through the air, full of rasp and frustration that was immediately dissipated by the likes of you.
He rocked into you one more time before swiftly pulling out and letting his seed fly freely against the wall behind you. Something you thought you should make a smart comment for, but when you saw him immediately reach for tissues to wipe it clean, you decided to hold your tongue.
And the two of you stood there for a moment, just trying to catch your breaths as stared at interesting pieces on each other’s bodies. You both made mental notes of certain freckles and scars. And then you found eyes again, and silly smiles crept onto both of your faces in unison.
But the moment was short lived when you heard the bell to the front door ding. Panic set in as you frantically rushed to gather your clothes. Harry, already finding his shirt, slipped it on his body and hiked his pants back up, doing very little to fix his absolutely unruly hair or red marks on his neck.
“I’ll take their order.” He says as he’s just about to rush towards the front, but something stops him and it’s you. And as you’re sliding on your jeans and he’s watching you do so, he catches you by surprise when his hands cup your cheeks and he lifts your face to meet his, sealing the movements with another passionate kiss.
And you stay like that for a minute too long before you hear an older voice shout “hello?” Forcing the two of you apart. His thumb swifts over your cheek once before giving you a wink and retreating to the front, leaving you with stars in your eyes over the man you could no longer say you absolutely hated.
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VALERIE MASTERPOST
The birth of a new family member is always a joy and blessing. When your sister welcomes baby Valerie you are excited to become not just an aunt, but her godmother as well. The only thing that poisons this happy event is the fact that the godfather is going to be none other than the person you despise the most on Earth, the best friend of your sister’s husband, Harry Styles. You and Harry didn’t always hate each other, in fact, the first night you guys met you even ended up in the same bed. Unfortunately it was straight downhill after that and even though you’ve been trying your best to avoid meeting him ever again, now you are kind of stuck with having to tolerate him in your family’s life. The question is: will you be able to put your hatred towards Harry aside for the sake of baby Valerie and be the best godparents she deserves?
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SERIES PLAYLIST
PARTS:
Part I. 
Part II. 
Part III. 
Part IV. 
Part V. 
Part VI. 
Part VII.
Part VIII.
Part IX.
Part X.
SERIES WORD COUNT: 49K
FINISHED: 2020.11.28.
BLURBS
First Christmas 
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Hey guys!! So I started writing a zombie apocalypse Harry au on wattpad!! If you’re interested here is the link :) sanguinity
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Pairing: Harry x reader
Word count: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a blurb, but then it turned into this, so)
Warnings: Guys, this is dirty, rough sex, oral (fem rec), spanking, hair pulling, praise kink, unprotected sex( this is fiction, please wrap it before you tap it), probably more that I forgot.
A/n: again, my requests are open. Also I reread and checked this so my anon who said my grammer and writing was atrocious I hope this is better cause I’m hella proud of this
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You and Harry have been friends since you were toddlers. As the two of you grew up, you developed a crush on him. By sixteen, you were completely in love with him, and by seventeen,  let's just say there were a lot more people than just you in love with him. When Harry got famous, the two of you stayed friends as your bond from childhood could never be broken by distance, but going from seeing Harry almost every day to close to never hurt. You were there for him cheering him on for the x-factor; you then watched from afar as he rose to fame touring the world. You knew all his songs and went to any concert near you just to see him. You adored the other boys in the band as well, and you loved their music, but you can’t lie when you say you were relieved when they broke up because Harry came home. There were so many times you wanted to come clean on your feelings in hopes he felt the same way, but you were ten months younger than him when he preferred ten years older, and every time you saw him with someone else too broke your heart.
Harry had been stopping by your apartment almost every day since the hiatus, which he had also done tonight, this time planning to stay the night bringing drinks, which is how the two of you got onto a topic you would never talk about sober. 
Your sex lives.
“Where the craziest place you’ve had sex,” Harry asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“I haven’t had sex anywhere crazy, so probably my car; how about you” you chewed at your bottom lip, wondering why you were indulging his sexual questions. 
“In the ocean during the day,” he smirked, leaving back into the couch.
“Jesus, exhibitionist much?” you raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged. 
“It’s more fun when you could get caught.” 
“It's all fun until you do, though,” you added.
“So you’re vanilla is what you're saying,” Harry stated, and your eyes widened.
“Harry, I am not vanilla,” you exclaimed, grabbing a pillow and slapping him with it.
“Well, what kinky shit have you done then” he smirked, and your cheeks turned bright red. The sex you had in the past was with your ex, and he was highly vanilla, too gentle, never exploring anything past that. You always thought you had kinks hearing things your friends would talk about; some of it sounds hot, but you had never actually acted it out. 
“Well, I haven’t done anything rough cause my ex wasn’t into it; that doesn’t make me vanilla,” you defended.
“So you think you have some kinks” he questioned, and you nodded, slowly downing the drink, knowing this conversation needed your intoxication levels higher. “So what do you think you’re into” 
“Harry, I can’t talk about this with you” you blushed to bury your head into his shoulder to hide your embarrassment. 
“Come on, Y/n were best friends. It's just sex, nothing to be embarrassed about; it's a part of life,” he assured, lifting you from his chest. 
“Well, you know I have daddy issues, and not in a sense I want to call someone daddy. I just couldn’t do that unironically, ya know,” you started, and Harry nodded his eyes, urging you to continue. “I have wanted it rough; praise has always turned me on.” 
“Continue,” he urged as you swallowed heat going to your core by the way he was eyeing you. 
“Choking sounds pretty hot” you looked down at your hands, picking at the skin on your fingers. “Spanking, overstimulation, hair-pulling,” you mumbled, refusing to meet his eye. 
Harry, at the moment, had never been so turned on in his life. He knew he shouldn’t be picturing doing these things to his best friend, but each kink that came from her mouth sprouted a fantasy making his jeans grow tighter. 
“What positions have you done it in” Harry choked out. 
“Only missionary, but I’ve always wanted to try doggy style, riding, and maybe up against the wall” you felt more confident with your words when you noticed the bulge in Harry's sweatpants. You couldn’t believe the conversation was turning him on. “I’ve always wanted to get bent over the counter in the kitchen.” This time you met his eyes which his usual green replaced with darkness and lust. You knew your panties were ruined as Harry leaned close to your lips mere inches away from each other. The tension in the room was thick, and you swore someone had turned up the heat, your face burning. 
“I can make all your fantasies come true if you let me” he bit his lip, his voice deep with a rasp leaving goosebumps along your skin. 
“Harry, we shouldn’t” you closed your eyes as Harry’s hands trailed up your thigh while his other hand ghosted around your neck close to choking you, causing a whimper to leave your mouth.
“If you want me to stop, I will, but if we do this, it can just be for tonight, and we never talk about it again” his lips were at the shell of your ear, nibbling slightly. You knew, in the long run, this would hurt you. Your feelings for him would increase the second you gave in to your desires; you knew it was just for sex, but your self-control was thin, and when his large hand finally wrapped around your neck with no pressure, you gave in, needing release. 
“Fuck Harry, please,” you begged, and you felt Harry smile against the shell of your ear, his confidence burning off him. 
“What do you want to try first” he inquired, his hand still hovering around your neck.
“Anything,” you breathed as Harry lifted you from the couch into his lap, making you gasp at the feeling of his hardness against your cunt. 
“You’ll have to be more specific, love,” he sucked on your neck, leaving a dark mark causing you to tilt your head to give him better access. Instead of speaking, you grabbed one of his hands, placing it around your neck. 
“Good girl,” Harry smirked, squeezing your neck slightly before connecting his lips to yours moving them fast against yours. Well, you could check off choking and the praise kink off the list as you were definitely into that. Your hands flew to his hair, scratching at his scalp, making Harry moan out, gripping your neck tighter. You could still breathe, but his grip lessened your oxygen flow, creating a floating feeling. You were high on him and so turned on you were subconsciously grinding against him, desperate for any friction you could get. Harry's hands released your neck, your lips detaching from his to catch your breath. Your face fell into the crook of his neck, moaning as his hands flew to your bottom, grinding you into him roughly, the friction sending shockwaves through your body as you gripped his shoulder, digging your fingers into his flesh because of the pleasure. 
“Did your ex make you cum” Harry asked, and your face dropped slightly in shame. Truthfully he had never made you finish, and you faked it almost every time. You tossed it off as something many women struggled with, relying on your fingers to get you off, which never failed you.  
“No,” you mumbled into his neck. Harry quickly pulled you from the crook of his neck to look at him, your face flushed red.
“The prick never got you off; you were together for months,” Harry said in shock. “God, I could kick his ass for not pleasing you. The girl should always cum before you, and preferably more than once.” 
“It’s hard for girls to orgasm, though,” you shrugged.
“Not if the guy knows what they are doing,” Harry grinned before gripping your hips and flipping you onto your back. “Heres the plan, I’m going to eat you out until you beg me to stop, then if you want, I’ll indulge your interest in spanking because I’d love to see my handprint on the cute little ass of yours, as I fuck you in the kitchen, sound good” you practically came from his words your heart racing. You were dripping onto your thighs, and you had no idea how someone could make you this turned on. 
“Please,” you whimpered, and Harry smiled. Before sliding your sweatpants from your legs, throw them somewhere in your living room. You gasped when you heard the sound of ripping fabric, your eyes going wide as you watched Harry's muscles flex as he tore your panties from your legs. 
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Harry groaned, collecting your juices with his finger. Harry wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to tease you have you begging for him, but he had waited years for this, and he was desperate to taste, and even more desperate to fuck you, so the sooner he had you cumming on his mouth, the sooner he could be inside you. Harry immediately put his mouth against you sticking his tongue into your hole, causing your back to arch, a hand flying to Harry’s hair pulling him closer. Harry moaned into you, the vibrations you felt through your whole body, making you close your eyes, throwing your head back in pleasure. You felt Harry attach his mouth onto your clit sucking hard, making you jolt. Harry used one of his hands to ground you to the couch. 
“Harry,” you cried out as you felt him insert one of his fingers, moving it in slowly. After feeling how wet you were, he added another, rubbing the spongy spot in a come hither motion while sucking and licking your clit, your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast. 
“You taste amazing,” he said from between your legs, his fingers moving in and out faster than before, your toes curling as the know got tighter. 
“Fuck” you gripped his hair tighter as he went back to licking with precision eating you out like it was his last meal. You felt his teeth graze your clit, sending you over the edge, your vision going white, your back arching as you repeated his name with breathy moans. You had never come that hard before your legs shook, and you swore you were going to blackout as Harry’s fingers continued to move in and out of you at the same intense speed, the stimulation having you crying out.
“Jesus fuck Harry,” you squirmed. Harry removed his fingers from you, reattaching his mouth to your clit, sucking hard while his two free hands pushed your hips down. You were close to screaming, and you were sure you were going to pass out if he kept going, and you needed him inside you. “Fuck Harry, stop” you pushed him from your core, his chin glistening with your juices, a smirk on his face as he wiped his mouth. Your body relaxed into the couch. Harry kissed up your body as you tried to catch your breath. 
“How was that,” Harry asked, his forehead coming against yours his hot breath against your mouth.
“I think you almost killed me” you breathed out a laugh, and he smiled.
“No more than” he pulled away from your body, and you shot up, pulling him by his shirt back on top of you. 
“I was promised more than just that, H,” you mumbled against his lips, and he grinned.
“Good because I’m so fucking hard right now” he stood up, taking your hand in his helping you get up from the couch, your legs wobbly from your first orgasm. He led you to the kitchen of your apartment, pulling you into his body placing his lips against yours slowly this time, much more intimate than the desperate kissing from before. He pushed you against the edge of the counter before lifting you on top of it. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, gasping at the feeling of the cold counter against your bottom. You were still wearing your oversized t-shirt, but Harry was still fully clothed. You detached your lips from his moving to his neck lightly. 
“You have way too much on,” you whispered, your hands falling to the bottom of his shirt, helping him out of it. You stared at his open chest, your hands tracing over his tattoos, feeling his muscles clench at your touch. 
“Are you going to let me fuck you against the counter now” he groaned tiredly of your teasing touches needing to be inside you. 
“I’m on birth control, and I just tested. I’m clean if you want to do it raw I’ve always wanted to try without, and I trust you.”
“I’m clean too,” he said, quickly lifting you off the counter, spinning you around, slamming you down over the counter hard, enticing a gasp. You heard Harry step out of his sweatpants. He gripped his throbbing cock jerking it slightly. He moved closer to you, his hard cock hitting your bum. You wouldn’t admit it, but you had looked at him before to judge his size over the years of knowing him, and you knew he was big. You felt Harry's hand ghost your bottom, his rings cold against your skin. One of his hands guided his member to your wet folds rubbing it against your wetness. I whine left your mouth as you pushed back against him, urging him to enter you, but he stopped you, a hand threading into your hair pulling your back against his chest, his breath heavy against your ear.
“Behave,” he growled into your ear, and you swore you almost had a heart attack. He pushed you back against the counter; instead of moving inside you, his hand came down on your ass lightly, making you jump the wetness between your legs, managing to grow even more. You could tell Harry was holding back, and you knew it was dirty and honestly fucked, but you wanted him to spank you harder.
“Harder,” you whimpered, and Harry almost came right there.
“Fucking hell, you want me to spank you hard?” he groaned.
“You said you’d leave handprints, so do it,” you said confidently.
“Holy fuck” he breathed out before swinging his hand harder, this time the rings digging into the skin of your ass, making you jolt forwards.
“Was that too hard?” he asked softly, and you shook your head, the pain turning to pleasure, making you drip onto your thighs. Harry rubbed soft circles on the raw skin of your ass, his cold rings soothing the hot skin. Without warning, Harry hit your ass, making you cry out, clawing at the counter as he eased the raw skin once again, admiring the red handprint that you would feel for days.
“Do you want me?” he asked, leaning over your body, his breath hot against your back.
“Yes,” you whined, moving your hips back against his hard length.
“Then beg for it.” 
“Harry fuck please,” you begged as he swiped. He slipped the tip of his dick into your folds, waiting for you to say more. “Harry, I swear to god if you don’t put your dick in me in the next five seconds, I will get myself off in my bedroom.” 
Harry slammed into your entrance, the feeling of him raw, making you grip the edge of the counter as he rammed into you, grunts leaving his mouth as he fucked you at a brutal pace. You could feel every texture of his member as he slid in and out of you. Harry was fucked at the feeling of your tight warm cunt as hit clenched around him, sending him into a frenzy, the feeling making him feral. His muscles were burning as he fucked you hard, knowing he would certainly be sore just like you in the morning, but he couldn’t care less. 
“You like that,” he purred, gripping your hair, pulling your head up slightly, burying his face into your neck, nipping at the skin.
“You feel so good, please don’t stop,” you moaned, his cock hitting places your fingers could never reach, sending you into a frenzy.
“I’ll never stop. You don’t know how many times I imagined this, how long I’ve wanted you,” he groaned, and your eyes widened in surprise. He had thought about this before; he wanted this before today. You swear you had to be dreaming. You had been in love with this boy for ages thinking he would never look at you more than a friend, but here he was fucking you telling you he's pictured it before. Although it didn’t love, it was something. You craved the intimacy from him specifically, and he was finally giving it to you. The sound of skin slapping and your moans filled the room.
“Want to ride me,” he asked, slamming into you hard, causing you to cry out.
“God, yes,” you whined as he pulled out of you, dropping down to the kitchen floor, desperate to have you on top of him. You backed away from the counter, dropping to the floor on top of Harry, lining him up with your entrance sinking onto him with ease, your walls squeezing him. His hands went to your hips, gripping hard. You felt his nails dig into your skin, leaving half-moon-shaped marks as you began moving up and down, moaning out at the new angle he was hitting from this position. Harry released his hands from your hips, letting you do the work, his hands going up your shirt, gripping your breasts since you weren’t wearing a bra. He pinched one of the nipples, making you moan and fall forward against his chest as he began to meet your thrusts fucking into you with precision, the knot in your stomach growing.
“Harry, I’m close” you dug your finger into his skin, the feeling overwhelming. One of Harry's hands moved to your clit, rubbing fast circles.
“Cum for me, I need to feel you,” he begged need to feel you around him. He continued thrusting into faster and more rigid than before strings of curses leaving your mouth as the knot came undone, your body shaking on top of his, your vision going white, this orgasm more intense than your first. 
“Fuck Y/n,” Harry moaned, pulling out of your cum landing on his stomach as his toes curled and his legs shook from the intensity of the orgasm. You fell forwards onto his chest, the both of you panting on the kitchen floor. 
“I know I said this could be a one-time thing, but fuck, I love you, Y/n,” Harry breathed out, and you shot your head up looking at him. Tears fill your eyes in a post-orgasm haze.
“You love me,” you whispered, your voice hoarse.
“Yes, I love you,” he smiled, his heart swelling.
“You’re not just saying that cause we had sex-”
“Y/n Y/l/n, I am so in love with you” he kissed your lips softly.
“I love you too.” 
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Jesus fucking christ, someone get me a bible.
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don’t worry about people who aren’t even brave enough to come off of anon and say horrible shit like that. i think your writing is amazing, but even with the greatest of writers there is always room for improvement. rome wasn’t built in a day, and if that anon were offering ‘constructive criticism’ then they wouldn’t have been such a bitter bitch about it🤷‍♀️ but people who hate themselves are always looking for ways to damper other people’s shine.
this is so sweet, and made me feel a lot better. Thank you :')
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writingsbymarie · 2 years
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I’d love to see a part two to wrong!!
I'm planning on working on it today!!
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writingsbymarie · 2 years
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That person thought they ate with their comment or something like if you don’t like something then cool don’t read it
ILY
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writingsbymarie · 2 years
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I’m itching for part 2 of wrong!!! The anon who said your stories suck is wrong. I love the plots and I love the cliffhanger and wanting to know what’s going to happen!
School got cancelled cause of weather today so I definitely plan on working on it today!
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writingsbymarie · 2 years
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Your writing is amazing! Some people on the internet are just trolls and you shouldn’t listen to them!
Thank you anon! I write for fun, and in no way do I claim to be perfect, I'm glad some people enjoy my writing :)
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I’m just trying to give some productive feedback.
Theres a difference between constructive criticism and being mean 👍🏼😃
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writingsbymarie · 2 years
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Honestly your stories suck. They’re poorly written in general and your grammar is atrocious.
Thanks bestie this would have been so easy to keep to yourself 👍🏼
Also I usually don’t proof read cuz I’m lazy as fuck so I guess I’ll start doing that 🤺💀
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Wrong - Part 1
Pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry x reader
Word count: 6k
Warnings: Smut (I’m a hoe okay), swearing
A/n: I’m also taking Harry requests rn so if you want to see anything let me know! Also let me know if you want a part 2!!
Summary: You are in your last year of college until you become a teacher, you work at daycare after school to make extra money. What happens when you hook up with one of the kid's dads who happens to be a CEO of a company. (I’m bad a summaries okay) 
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“Come on this is our last year of college, you never come out anymore” your friend Shayla whined trying to get you to come out to the bars with her.
“Shay I’m so busy this year, I have lesson plans for my student teaching, and plus I have work until six tonight” you explained. This was your last year of school before you would become an elementary school teacher. Although the major isn’t necessarily hard work there's a lot that goes into your last years. Not only do you have classes, but you also have student teaching which also involves making countless lessons plans leaving you swamped with things to do. Along with the fact you still worked at an after-daycare every day to make money. 
“All I’m asking is for one Friday night�� she begged to give you a pouty face with puppy dog eyes making you roll your eyes. “Plus you are in desperate need of some dick you are too stressed, and you haven’t got fucked since you broke up with David”
“Shayla” you shoved her playfully. David was your ex who was an asshole, which is why you broke up with him. You dated him for months and he treated you like garbage. Honestly, you wouldn’t even consider sex with him fun, he never made you finish, and he was vanilla as shit. Shayla was right you were in need of some good sex, but you also had so much to do. 
“What” she put her hands up in defense. “Please will you some tonight” 
“Fine, but I’m not hooking up with anyone unless they are a 10” you agreed, and Shayla squealed. 
“Yes, I’m so excited now” she beamed. “I’m picking you out a super hot outfit while you're at work”
“Sounds good, but I’m gonna head out so I’m not late,” you told her getting up from your bed. You grabbed your badge and your jacket before walking out of your shared apartment to the parking garage to get into your car.
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Since today was a Friday the daycare day was much more laid back. You had kids from 4k-5th grade since it was just after school, but you personally preferred working with the 1st-2nd graders the best. You were currently sitting with a 6-year-old girl named Grace who happened to be your favorite. You knew you weren’t supposed to have them, but she was the sweetest little girl you have ever met. She always drew you pictures, and she was sweet to every kid. She was one of those kids who would include the kid being left out, hug the kid who was crying. She was compassionate and caring at such a young age, and you adored her. You weren't completely aware of her home situation, but you knew her mom wasn’t in the picture. She talked about her dad constantly she absolutely loved him. The way she spoke about him it was clear he was her hero. Although you had never met him since her Nanny would always pick her up due to the fact her father owned some company which Grace had told you, some of your coworkers had seen him once or twice, and apparently he was the definition of a DILF. your coworkers swooned over him, and you were always annoyed because the one day he picked her up was the day you didn’t work. 
“Miss y/n guess what” Grace pushed her hands on the table her face lit up with excitement.
“You’re getting a pet giraffe,” you asked jokingly and the little girl laughed.
“No, a giraffe wouldn’t fit in my room” she giggled plopping a fruit snack in her mouth.
“I have no idea then” you shrugged. 
“My Daddy is taking me to Disney over spring break” she squealed trying to hold in her excitement.
“Oh my goodness Grace that's amazing” you matched her excitement. Kids loved when you got excited for them. It was amazing how just showing interest in what kids have to say would make them so happy. Truthfully they could tell you something irrelevant, or something that was so uninteresting, and you would always give them an enthusiastic reaction. You loved being around kids. Their happy carefree energy always puts a smile on your face no matter how you felt that day.
“Hopefully I’m tall enough to go on the big rides, Last time I went I wasn’t tall enough” she frowned.
“Well you have grown so much you’re super tall now” you assured her and she smiled.
“As long as I keep eating vegetables I’ll keep growing so I’ll be so tall” she beamed jumping out of her seat to stand up straight. 
“Are you going to dress up as a character?” you asked her watching her excitement grow once more.
“I’m gonna be black widow” she burst.
“No way, she's my favorite superhero” you gasped, and Grace covered her mouth with excitement.
“I hope when I meet her she likes my costume,” Grace said hopefully.
 “I bet she will love it, and you better come back and show me pictures” you smiled, and she nodded taking a drink from her water bottle before getting up to throw her fruit snacks away so she could go get ready to go outside. You stood up putting your light jacket on going to the end of the line since your co-worker had already taken the front. Grace tended to follow you around like a shadow, but you didn’t mind one bit. She saw you at the end of the line and walked to the back putting her small hand in yours. You then felt a little boy named Warren grab your other hand as the line began to walk outside.
“Miss Y/n can you push me on the swings,” Grace asked you as you were met with the fresh air. 
“Of course” you smiled at her. 
“Can you push me too” you heard a little girl named Molly ask as well.
“Yep, I can push anyone who needs help, as long as you show me that you are trying to pump, because I know you all can do it” you smiled at the group of kids around you.
“Can we race there?” Grace asked and you nodded. 
“3, 2, 1, go” you shouted, and the kids began sprinting towards the swings. You followed behind at a slower pace letting the kids win. “Wow you guys are too fast for me” you breathed out acting exhausted. 
“I’m like the flash,” said a little boy making you chuckle.
“Yes you are” you smiled putting a hand on his shoulder. You heard grace call you over to her swing, and you walked over to her first since she had asked you first. You went behind her grabbing the chains of the swing giving it a start. You watched her pump her legs, and you gave her soft pushes on her back until she was high enough. You smiled as she laughed shouting that she was flying. You then moved on pushing a couple more kids before you heard the walkie on your hip say that Grace was going home. 
“Grace, you're going home” you shouted. She quickly slowed her swing down and jumped off running to catch up to you since you had started walking towards the door. She grabbed your hand once you caught up.
“My Daddy is going out with his friends tonight, and my auntie is picking me up, and I get to have a sleepover with her” she squealed obviously remembering all of the sudden.
“Aw that sounds awesome Grace” 
“She’s gonna let me stay up past my bedtime as long as I don’t tell my Dad” she whispered as you open the door for her. 
“You have fun Grace I’ll see you next week” you smiled. Grace started to walk away before turning around quickly wrapping her arms around your waist for a quick hug. 
“Bye Miss Y/n” she squeezed you before running towards the dark-haired woman you presumed to be her Aunt. “Have a good rest of your night” you smiled as they walked towards the exit.
“You too,” her aunt said back surprising you slightly with the British accent. You then walked back outside playing with the kids until your shift was over before driving home mentally preparing yourself for your night out. 
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You walked into your apartment calling out your roommates name. 
“In here” she shouted popping her head from the bathroom a blow drier in her hand. You placed your belongings down and walked to your bathroom taking a quick shower. You blow-dried your hair then curled it into beach waves. You then rolled a ponytail on your wrist knowing that once you got hot you would be putting it up. You then apply foundation, and natural eye shadow using the black shadow to create an eyeliner-type look. You put on mascara and some lip gloss. Once you finished your makeup you walked out of the bathroom to your bedroom to see the outfit Shayla had picked out for you laid out on your bed. She had picked out your shortest emerald green dress that hugged your back tightly along with your gold heels. You slipped off the robe you were wearing. You pulled on a black thong and strapless bra. You slipped the dress over your body pulling it down. You looked hot. The dress showed all your curves and showed a decent amount of cleavage leaving little room for imagination. You then put in gold hooped earrings and a gold necklace to match. You slid on your heels and grabbed your cheap black jacket just in case you lose it.  
“Girl you look hot as fuck” Shay put her hands on her hips hyping you up.
“So do you” you winked as the two of you walked out of your apartment door to the uber Shayla had ordered. The two of you entered the small car greeting the driver.
“You gonna let me find you a man tonight,” Shayla asked with a smirk.  
“I don’t need you to find me a man, I can find my own if I want to” you emphasized the if.
“Fine, but I’ll be your wing-woman if you need it” she assured and you nodded as the car pulled to the side at the entrance of the club. You exited the car before the two of you walked in the light dim the music blasting. You grabbed her hand as you walked through the crowd towards the bar. 
“I’ll take an old-fashioned,” you told the bartender as Shayla started a tab for the two of you. Once you were handed your drink you drank it moderately fast, and Shayla started ordering shots, and you were certain you would not be getting any work done tomorrow because at this rate you were going to be hungover. 
“Two shots each” she smiled placing the tray down. You then grabbed the first one letting the bitter liquid burn your throat, you closed your eyes tight before going to the next glass downing it like the other. You heard Shayla cheer as you grabbed the orange on the plate to chase the horrible taste in your mouth, but now you were definitely starting to feel it. You watched as Shayla grabbed a man's hands giving you a wink as she went to the dance floor. You turned to the bartender once again ordering a martini this time. You turned for a moment to see Shayla grinding against the man her head thrown back. You then felt a tap on your shoulder think it was the bartender, but when you twisted yourself to see who had tapped you, you were met with piercing green eyes. You were drunk, and you had times where you got with not-so-good-looking guys because of the alcohol, but this man even while intoxicated was the most handsome man you’d ever seen. 
“It looks like my friend whisked your friend to the dance floor” Harry commented his British accent thick his voice deep your heart skip a beat. 
“The blonde one is your friend,” you asked as the bartender placed the martini in front of you. 
“Yep, I thought I’d come to talk to you since our friends seem to be occupied” he shrugged the both of you looking over to see your friends with each other's tongues down their throats.  “I’m Harry by the way” he smiled holding out his hand to shale yours.
“I’m Y/n” you blushed as his large hand gripped yours shaking it slightly his touch leaving goosebumps along your skin. You looked to his wrist seeing a watch that looked extremely expensive. You looked back up at his eyes which you caught checking your body out. His hair was messy and ruffled but still well put together. You were certain he had to be some kind of businessman.
“Are you from around here?” he asked taking a sip of his drink his face close to yours so that you could hear over the thumping of the music.
“Yeah I live in an apartment a couple of miles away from here, how about you, you don’t exactly sound from around here” he laughed at your statement.
“Well I do happen to live around here, but I grew up in the UK hence the accent” he answered. “I don’t go out much though my friend practically dragged me here” 
“So did mine” you laughed. “Are you not big on going out” you inquired leaning closer to him.
“Well I don’t mind going out I’m just a very busy man. you?” he answered his lard palm landing on your knee, and you swore you almost jumped. 
“I’m pretty busy as well, I work and it’s my last year of college,” You told him, and he nodded. 
“What are you going for” he pressed his face coming closer to yours.
“Elementry Education, I’m doing a shit ton of student teaching right now which takes up more time than it should” His eyes met yours his gaze making you feel light-headed. “You in college” you mumbled, and he laughed slightly shaking his head.
“Nope, how old do you think I am,” he asked amused.
“Twenty-four?” you furrowed your eyebrows.
“I’m actually twenty-seven” he corrected and your eyes widened.
“Seriously” you gawked.
“Yep, got a grown-up job and everything” he laughed his hand now on your mid-thigh. “How would you feel about having a dance”?
“I thought you’d never ask” you linked your hand with his standing up pushing through the sweaty bodies to get more into the middle. Once Harry had found a spot he grabbed your hips pulling you into his body. The two of you swayed to the beat of the music a smile on your face as you let yourself go. Harry’s hands stayed firmly on your waist not moving anywhere and he kept a small space between your body not wanting to pressure you into anything. As the song changed you flips your body so your back was against his front your ass pushing against his groin. You tilted your head back against his shoulder his hands gripping your hands tighter than before as if he was fighting the urge to move them.
“You can touch me Harry I don’t mind” you smiled up and him and you saw his eyes darken slightly. His hands moved to your lower stomach pushing you closer to him.
“You sure I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable” you smiled at his comment. You had never met a guy at a bar who asked if he could touch you, a guy who would make sure you felt comfortable.
“Harry you can touch me anywhere you’d like” you grabbed his hands placing them on one of your breasts and you heard him groan. You felt your bottom brush against his semi-hard on which made you gasp slightly. You ground into the spot again Harry's head falling to your neck. His hot breath was against the shell of your ear until it moved to place ghostly kisses against your neck as your sigh. 
“You are so gorgeous” he breathed into your ear heat arising over your face at his words. You had danced with plenty of guys at bars and clubs, but the word gorgeous usually wasn’t the word used in this situation. Usually, it was hot or sexy, but gorgeous especially from a man this attractive had your heart skipping a beat. 
As the two of you swayed to the beat Harry's hands ran up right below your breasts before going down as far as your upper thighs leaving a fire every place his fingertips touched. Your hands had gone up threading in his chocolate-brown hair as his lips sucked dark marks onto your skin. Normally you wouldn’t allow it, especially in a place hard to cover, but at this point, you didn’t want his lips to ever leave your skin. You ground hard against his backside gaining a groan from Harry at the sudden harder pressure against his hard-on. He then flips your around his hands going both cheeks of your ass pushing your hot center against his bulge causing you to gasp. Your forehead weres touching your hands around his neck. You felt one of Harry's hands trail up your skin before cupping your cheek. You looked into his lust-filled eyes before connecting your lips. The kiss was intense and full of lust and passion. Your lips moved against his with fever your tongues meeting as Harry's hands roamed your back squeezing your arse every once and a while causing you to moan in the kiss the sound being swallowed by Harry's throat. The heat at your center was becoming unbearable. You were aching for release or some kind of friction so you ground your hip forwards Harry's lips detaching from yours with a groan. 
“Do you want to come to my apartment” you whispered into his ear nibbling on it his head falling forwards into your shoulder.
“God yes” he breathed. You looked around the room seeing Shayla at the bar with Harry's friend. You mouthed to her you were leaving and mouthed back something about dick and gave her a thumbs up. You grabbed Harry's hand leading him out of the club. Once you were outside you ordered an uber. You felt Harry's body up against you from behind his hands grabbing your hips as he dived his head down placing a kiss on your collar bone. 
“This uber better come quickly otherwise I might take you here on the sidewalk” he whispered and you whimpered at his words as you felt him lightly bite the skin of your neck. Harty sat there his front pressed against your back his head buried in your neck the entirety of the wait fro the uber. When it finally arrived the two of you eagerly hopped. The moment the car started driving Harry's lips met yours on hand cupping your cheek the other squeezing your upper thigh, and you swore you were dripping on your thighs. You should have felt embarrassed making out in the uber but the mix of alcohol and the fact you were drunk on him pushed aside any care. This kiss was slower but just as intense. He pulled from you when the car stopped. You thanked the uber driving awkwardly tipping him well since he had to witness you at your horniest. You dug into your wallet for your key card blindly has Harry pushed you up against the door of the apartment his lips attaching to yours once again. 
“Harry I need to get us in the apartment” you mumbled against his lips, and he sighed backing away from your body. You quickly found the key card opening the doors with speed. You quickly pressed the elevator button the two of you standing in silence. When the two of you made it into the elevator you clicked your floor the door closing. The moment it closed Harry was on you. He backed you against the elevator wall pushing a thigh in between yours causing your dress to ride up. He pushed his thigh further coming in contact with your clothed clit making you moan.
“God you have such pretty moans” Harry pushed his thigh up again causing you to grip his shoulder from the pleasure. Once the door of the elevator opened you pushed Harry off of your speed walking to your door using your key to open it swiftly. You then grabbed Harry's shirt yanking him into your apartment. He closed the door quickly and you backed him against the door your lips finding his neck. Your hands roamed down his body ghosting over his hard erection before completely palming it making him moan the sound giving you goosebumps. You then moved your hands to the button of his pants undoing them before pulling them down leaving him in his boxers. You looked down at his erection your eyes widening at his size. 
“Harry you’re huge” you gawked and he smirked.
“Why don’t you put it in that pretty little mouth of yours” he suggested, and the suggestion alone caused you to fall to your knees your face level with his length. You placed a soft kiss on his covered cock before taking the hem of his boxers dragging it down his thighs his hard member hitting his stomach a groan of relief came from Harry's mouth. You carefully grabbed his dick with your hand. You moved your mouth to the tip swirling it in a circle Harrys hands flew to your hair to make a ponytail. You sucked softly the salty taste of his precum making you want him more. You weren’t one to find sucking dick enjoyable, but this man you wanted to devour him.
“Stop teasing me love” his voice was dominant making your head dizzy.
“Then fuck my mouth” you stated and you watched Harry's eyes widen.
“You want me to fuck your mouth,” he asked in shock.
“Please” you begged. You loved giving, seeing the face of the person you bring them indescribable pleasure. You were a people pleaser in the bedroom and out. 
“Holy fuck, tap my thigh three times if it's too much” you opened your mouth hollowing your cheeks around his shaft. He gripped your hair tightly the pain becoming pleasure as he thrust his hips his cock hitting the back of your throat. He moaned out as he continued to thrust into your mouth. You reached your hand to your clothed clit rubbing circles making you moan against his shaft. Harry was losing his mind at the sight of you pleasuring yourself as he fucked your throat raw. Your other hand was squeezing Harry's thigh as his tip hit your throat consistently his dick pulsing. 
“Shit I gotta stop or I’ll cum” he pulled you from his cock with a pop. He lifted you from your knees cupping your face wiping the tears and running mascara from under your eyes before ramming his lips into your slamming you against the wall.
“Jump” he murmured against your lips and you obliged his hands on your ass. He began to walk from the wall further into your apartment. “Wheres your bedroom”?
“Down the hall, last door on the left” you choked out as you ground your clothed pussy against him. Your dress had rolled up looking more like a t-shirt than a dress making it easier to rub your clit against him. 
“I can feel you through your panties, is that all for me” he smirked against your lips. You were slightly embarrassed by how turned on you were, but the embarrassment fled your body as he threw you onto the bed. He gripped his shirt lifting it off his head to reveal his various tattoos the butterfly in the middle immediately catching your eye. “I think you are wearing too much clothing” Harry pointed out and you scrabbled to get your dress of throw it across the room. You reached behind your back unstrapping your bra leaving you just in your panties. You grabbed the top of them, but Harry stopped you.
“I’ll take those off darling” he growled, and you swore you almost came right there. You were desperate to be touched. Harry moved over your body placing a soft kiss on your lips before descending down your body stopping at your breast to suck a mark on one. He then moved further south kissing your lower stomach making you buck your hips forward with a whine.
“Harry please” you begged.
“You have no patience” he laughed before slowly peeling your panties down your legs revealing your glistening core. “You really are soaking wet it's dripping down your thighs” he smirked kissing your inner thigh licking the substance. You felt his hot breath against your opening causing you to whine his name.
“Harry” you whined trying to move your hips but he pinning them down.
“What do you want” he looked up at your flushed face.
“I want you to touch me” you begged. 
“Where and how, I need you to use your words darling” he smiled against your inner thigh. You were practically shaking in anticipation.
“I want your mouth on me” you gasped out as his tongue licked between your folds his mouth wrapping around your clit sucking hard your hands flying to his hair to push him closers as he ate you like a buffet. Harry kept your lips pinned to the bed as he sucked and slurped taking everything you would give him. 
“You taste like heaven” he groaned against your warmth before attaching his mouth back to your clit your orgasm approaching fast. He felt your hard clit pulsate alerting him to your approaching orgasm as you let out streams of swears and his name. He took you right to the edge the not in your stomach about to come undone when he stopped, and you swore you almost cried. He looked at your disappointed and slightly angry face. “Don’t worry darling, you’ll be cumming soon, just on my cock” he assured his dirty words fueling your desire for him.
“I have condoms in my side table” you breathed out as he swiftly pulled one from the drawer opening it with his mouth before rolling it onto his cock. 
“You ready,” he asked. His hot breath against your mouth as the tip met your folds.
“Yes,” you moaned as he slid into your warm hold with ease. One of his hands was on the bed next to your face the other gripping your hip so hard you knew there would be bruises from his fingers in the morning. You looked at the concentration in his face as he began to thrust in and out of you his muscles contracting. His hair was wet with sweat pieces hanging over his forehead as he buried his face into your breast kissing them. Harry was stretching you out to the point where it slightly hurt, but for some reason, it brought more pleasure. Your hands were raking down his back as his thrusts increased in speed.
 “Let me ride you” you breathed out and Harry threw his head back before flipping his body so that you were on top. You went on your knees gripping his cock lining it up with your entrance before sliding down slowly. You both moaned out haring squeezing your hips as you began to move up and down bouncing on him. Your hands went on top of his chest as you lifted your hip up slamming down his cock hitting places no one has ever been able to hit before. Harry assisted you his arms guiding your hips up and down as he watched your breast bounce and his cock disappear as it entered your pussy. Harry felt you beginning to clench around him tighter so he took one of the hands from your hips to your clit causing you to cry out from the double stimulation. 
“Harry” you cried out your orgasm coming fast. You increased the speed of your hips chasing your finish. 
“Fucking hell Y/n please come for me” Harry groaned feeling his orgasm coming fast his balls tightening as you squeezed around him. Harry then started to thrust up fucking into you causing you to go over the edge your legs shaking a string of curses leaving your mouth as you orgasmed Harry still fucking into you until he put in one hard thrust emptying into the condom with a groan. You collapsed forwards into his chest breathing into his neck. He slowly pulled out of you taking the condom of tossing it into the trash next to your bed. You rolled over on your back but Harry pulled you into his chest your head on his heart. You could hear his heartbeat calm as he came down from his orgasm holding your sweaty body against his. You closed your eyes feeling his chest rise and fall until your fell into a deep sleep. 
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The next morning you woke up still encased in his arms. He was still asleep soft snores leaving his mouth. You reached over slowly to the nightstand to check your phone grabbing it. You quickly turned on the phone to check the time your heart-stopping. For one this was not your phone it was his, but that's not what had your heart-stopping. It was the picture on his lock screen. It was of him with Grace from your work on his shoulders both of them with wide smiles. You slowly place the phone back on the dresser slipping from his arms carefully not to wake him up. You tiptoed to the bathroom with your phone closing and shutting the door. You turned on the fan so you could call Shayla. You rang her number she answer immediately.
“Hey girl did you get some dick cause I did, last night and this morning” she laughed and you were still frozen.
“Yeah” you muttered not knowing what to say as you were still freaking out.
“You slept with Harry right, that's Nialls friend” you nodded assuming Niall was the blonde friend of Harry.
“Shay you remember how I tell you about that sweet little girl from work named Grace, well turns out her dad is really young, and it turns out he's actually Harry” you blurted out, and you heard Shayla gasp.
“No fucking way dude that's insane, Niall told me that Harry never goes out because of his daughter, he apparently had her super young on accident” Shayla shared, and you felt your heart drop.
“Shay this is so bad I’m pretty sure I could get fired for this” you panicked.
“How would they find out, and it's not like you knew who he was” she assured you, and you took a deep breath. 
“I just don’t know how I can look at Grace at work on Monday after I fucked her dad” you groaned before starting the shower. “I’m gonna take a shower a pray he leaves before I get out,” you said before hanging up. You hopped in the warm shower washing the sweat off your body. You stayed in for about twenty minutes before walking out to see the bed made with a note.
Usually, I’m not one to run out without saying goodbye, but I had a meeting and I didn’t want to disturb you in the shower. I had a lot of fun last night call me if you want to do it again sometime
You stared at the note your eyes trailing over his number. You quickly placed the note in your dresser falling onto your bed having no idea what to do. 
-
The weekend went by too fast for your liking, and now you were on your way to work wondering how you were going to act around the little girl who follows you around like a shadow. You actually ended up being late running down the hallway to the daycare room. You burst into your eyes scanning the room. You then felt a small body hug yours looking down to see Grace with a wide smile on her face.
“Hi Miss Y/n my Auntie let me stay up an hour past my bedtime” she squealed, and you smiled awkwardly.
“That's awesome,” you said through your teeth feeling guilty as you didn’t know how to act with her. 
“You okay Miss Y/n,” she asked clearly noticing your different attitude.
“Oh, no sweetheart I’m fine just tired” you assured her. Grace then dragged out to play Uno with her until the group would go outside. After Grace beat you in Uno you let her know that you had to play with some other kids, and honestly, you were still trying to figure out what to do about the whole situation. Once the group went outside Grace held your hand like usual, and she went to go play Lava Monster on the playground with her classmates. Usually, you would play but today you decided you watch from the sidelines. You watched as Grace ran onto the cement slipping on some gravel skidding across the ground. You were sure there would be tears, and you were correct as the little girl started to cry breaking your heart. You grabbed the medical bag jogging over to her. She was holding her scrapped knee that was bleeding slightly.
“Oh sweetheart we’ll get you all fixed up,” you said softly. Pulling out a cleaning wipe and a bandaid. You tore the wrapper of the cleaning wipe looking at the small wound. “This is gonna sting a little bit, but you’re tough just like Black Widow, and you can squeeze my hand” you held out your free hand which she quickly grabbed closing her eyes. You took the wipe along the scrap cleaning the area watching the poor girl wince gripping your hand tightly. You then got the bandaid out placing it on her knee with ease just as the walkie-talkie told you she was going home. You saw her face light up although her eyes were still puffy from the tears.
“My daddy’s picking me up today” she beamed and you froze like a deer in headlights.
“What,” you said frozen on the ground.
“My daddy is getting me today” she repeated and you were ready to throw yourself off the nearest cliff. You fucked, like royally fucked. Usually, Grace gets picked up by her nanny on Mondays, and since Grace got hurt you need to tell the parent who was picking them up. You swore the world hated you right now. “He wants to meet you cause you never work when he picks me up” she continued and you wanted to bury your head in the sandbox.
“Great” you forced out as you walked towards the door. Harry had his back turned to the two of you until he whipped around hearing Grace call him. She went running forwards jumping into his arms. 
“That's Miss Y/n” she pointed to you and Harry's eyes met yours widening in shock. You stood there awkwardly. “I’ll be right back daddy I have to go potty,” she told him before darting to the bathroom. Harry walked closer to you not knowing what to say his mind going all directions. Grace talked about Miss y/n all the time, when he met a Y/n at the club he didn’t even think twice. He had never gotten the chance to meet her so he had no idea what she looked like.
“Look Harry, I had no idea that you were her dad, this is so unprofessional I’m so sorry” you blurted out and he shook his head.
“Hey It’s fine obviously neither of us knew which makes this a really awkward coincidence” he blushed slightly.
“Um Grace fell and scraped her knee outside, I bandaged it and cleaned it” you told him looking at the ground as you played with your hands. 
“Thanks for letting me know” he nodded the tension in the room thick. “Y/n listen-” he started but you stopped him wanting to get back to your job.
“Sorry Harry I have to get back outside we are really short-staffed today” you lied. “Have a good day” you said quickly before slipping out the door leaving Harry standing dumbfounded. 
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I’m currently taking Harry requests if anyone has ideas!!!
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