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Phew! That's good to hear! 😆😬
WIPs are still works in progress even if no progress has been made on them for a while.
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This is... I mean...
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Insatiable*
Short smutty blurb based off this gif!
Wc: 1.2k
Warnings: degradation, unprotected sex, slightly mean dom h.
Trope: no specific AU
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Harry is ascending to heaven, he’s sure of that.
He must be one of the lucky ones who were chosen to be blessed in their lifetime. He can’t quite remember what good deed he did to deserve this—but he’s not letting her get away.
His ears were ringing and he felt dizzy, almost lost himself for a hot minute before remembering to keep his eyes on her. It would be a shame to close them.
His eyes couldn’t get enough of staring at her perfect body, right in front of him.
“So fucking beautiful.” He panted, his hands frantically roaming her skin.
She only responded with a soft whine, trying to keep up and ignore the cramping in her legs. She needed his cock, needed to ride him, no matter how tiring. She wanted to show him that she’s his good girl and that she can work for his cock to earn it.
It was hitting her sweet spongy spot, daring her to fall against Harry’s chest and beg him to fuck her.
But no, she bounced like a good girl on his creamy cock that was shining with a mix of their juices. She felt like their lower bodies were on fire—the heat bubbling up in her core was euphoric.
“Pretty girl showing daddy how much she loves his cock.” He praised her, moving a few hair strands from her face, before patting her head.
Damn right, she loved it.
The sound of skin slapping and her soft whines had him rolling his eyes. But again—he couldn’t keep his eyes away for too long. Her breasts were in his face, jiggling with every bounce, begging him to knead them and have a taste.
He untied her hair allowing it to cascade down her back. He adored her hair and loved giving her head scratches, but most importantly he craved pulling it while he thrusted into her from behind.
“Gonna light me up with how warm your pussy is baby.” His raspy voice wasn’t helping her neediness, after all, she was in desperate need of his cock.
“N-need it.” She managed to confess through ragged breathing. The view he had may be sinful, but hers is sending her straight to hell.
He was laid back against the headboard, a hint of a grin spread across his pretty face. His beard was still covered in her cum from when he worshipped her earlier.
His hair, so messy from the tugging yet still curly. She couldn’t help but glance down at his chest, a line of sweat trailing down to his chiseled abs that contracted under the dim light.
Not only can she feel how wet and messy they are but she can also hear it. In fact, his pelvis was already coated.
His pupils were blown and his lips were slightly parted in awe. He raked his eyes quickly from where they were connected, watching her sink on his length, to her gorgeous face and chest.
But—he can’t quite forget the setup he made. He placed a tall mirror behind them, so he can glance at it and get a good view of her back and ass that was red.
“Is that all you got princess, hmm? Thought you were my good girl.” He landed a harsh slap on her already sensitive cheeks.
“I—am.” He swore that she almost cried right there and then. He knew how uncomfortable the position must be and still—she fastened her pace.
“Shhhh baby, just take my cock. It’ll help your greedy cunt to rest.” He mocked, not forgetting to degrade her for her sigh of relief once he pushed inside—it was like her cunt needed his cock to survive.
His hands roamed her back which arched when he purposely thrusted all of a sudden. Her head rolled backward as she clenched on his swollen cock.
She was his fucking sex goddess.
He couldn’t stop exploring her back as his ears listened to her beautiful whines and whimpers. He initially mocked her, asking her if she was ovulating—but maybe her pussy is just made for his cock.
He could tell that she was starting to get tired, her forehead dropped against his as she panted and held eye contact with him. His hand rested on her ass, rubbing over the red skin.
“Poor bunny, got tired already?” She nodded quickly, slowing down her pace.
“Then I should make use of this hole, right?” His deep voice went straight to her core as she whispered ‘Please Daddy.”
He really felt like passing out from how good she felt, so warm and wet. Just for him.
He dug his heels into the mattress and placed his hands on her bruised hips before grinning at her and thrusting inside her.
“Need to do everything for you.” His thrusts were rough, and she could feel him in her stomach.
“Always have to fuck this cunt or else you’ll drool like a puppy in heat.” The degrading went through her brain, making her moan like crazy.
He was feral with his pounding, she knew that she’d be sore for days to come. But she also knew that he would kiss her pussy to ease the pain.
She already came twice, almost came for the third time from riding him but she couldn’t continue. With his current rough force, she won’t last long.
He was so raw and primal—his tongue nipped at her skin, just anywhere. She could feel his rapid heartbeats, the thickness of his swollen length pulsing inside her as he fucked her repeatedly.
And god—don’t even ask her about his naked body, how his thighs and pelvis would look right now, all wet and coated from her juices. If she wasn’t already wrecked—he’d ask her to clean it up with her tongue.
“Cum inside me.” She begged as she held his face in her hands.
“Yeah? Is that what you want? My hot load inside of your cunt?” He teased, giving her deep slow thrusts.
“Yes—Daddy.”
“Hmm, maybe that’ll tame your pussy.” He pulled her hair roughly, and the sting of her scalp combined with his creamy cock was enough to tip her over the edge.
She trembled on his length, nails digging into his skin as she moaned his name like a mantra. His orgasm followed hers in a few seconds, unable to resist the clenching and pulsing of her warm pussy.
His hot cum painted her walls white, prompting them to moan louder as they kissed. The feeling of his cum deep inside her was like nothing else.
“My baby, so good for me.” He held her against his chest, as he pressed kisses to her face.
Sweat adorned their bodies and the smell of sex filled the room. He rubbed soothing patterns on her back before whispering to remind her of the bubble bath they had to take.
She simply replied by leaving a peck on his lips and moving herself again on his sensitive cock.
An insatiable little devil. ——————————————————
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Oh 🥹 my 🥰 god 😚 you are so sweet for adding me to this list of so many great writers with amazing stories. I'm not worthy!
I also highly recommend in my feelings by @harrystylescherry it is absolutely brilliant and one of my top favorites for sure!
baby enemies to lovers stories? i loveeee them, dont know whats wrong with me bestie
nothing is wrong with you babe, you just have taste!
I'm a sucker for a good enemies to lovers story too so dkjhjshdf I'm so happy for this! Anyway let's begin!
My forever and always favorite enemies to lovers story is "404" by my beloved @freedomfireflies When I say I need 404!harry, I couldn't mean it more! I had a dream about him for real 😭 It's so well written and you can literally feel the tension between the two characters. 404!harry is my baby and I want to put him in my pocket and have him there forever. It's everything you could ask for in a story with that trope. 🙌 😍 (personal fav: a-mazing and jealous - I was on my knees)
Also please do yourself a favor and read @harrys-titties "Harry's a dick and Y/N hates him for it". It's really amazing! The way she built their relationship was precious 🥰 And I loved that Harry's best friend was Sarah, it was a beautiful touch. When you will start reading it, you will find yourself unable to put it down. (um also I have the "y/n and harry hate each other, until they don't" in my "to read list" and I'm sure it will be amazing)
Additionally "grumpy h" by my favorite @cupid-styles is *chef's kiss* seriously. I really liked how their dynamic began to change and they were so soft for each other 😇 so cute 🥰 Oh and I almost forgot it! "You're my last shot" is an enemies to lovers story too and believe me it's so sweet, I loved it. I was reading the blurbs until 3 AM in the morning hehe 😇
Of course it's not a proper rec list for enemies to lovers stories if I don't mention "aster" by @moonchildstyles ! It is really good! Like reallyyy good😍 It's the cutest thing ever hdshgjghshjg Now I'm thinking about it, I will reread it 😍 I was obsessed with this the first time I read it.
Also "Ballerina Y/N and Ballerina Harry" by @jawllines ! Oh my God, it's so good! Actually I can't express how good it is, words aren't enough! I just love it. I started rereading it actually the other day and I couldn't stop myself. I have a soft spot for it 😇 Their chemistry is everything! 😍 The characters are amazing and Y/N is a queen! Also Ballerina!Harry is exactly my type so 😇
@be-with-me-so-happily has a great enemies to lovers story too! "Not what we bargained for" is freaking good 😍 Had a great time reading it!
Oh and of course "Harry is Y/N's producer & she doesn't like him" and "Y/N & Harry kind of hate each other but have to walk together in their friends' wedding party" by @0nlythrowharrybeaux ! Her stories are so addictive 😍 Her writting has an incredible flow 😍
One last thing: it's not actually a story but @justlemmeadoreyou ' headcanons are crazy and I guarantee you that the mean!friends with benefits!harry headcanons are so f*cking hot 😱check them out 😍 (also she's making a series based on them, part 1 is out and I'm telling you it's so good! Cant' wait for the next part! - it may be a friends with benefits trope but they started as enemies, they didn't like each other much so yeah that's why I put it here)
I'm 100% sure I'm forgetting many other stories I would love to include in this but I can't think of anything else right now sorry 😭 If something else comes up to my mind, I will add it ❤️ Enjoy ❤️
P.S always grateful to the authors 😊
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OMG you are so sweet!!! Thank you for reading it!!! It has a special place in my heart.
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Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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CHAPTER 37
IT'LL NEVER CHANGE ME AND YOU
A/N: I don't even know where to begin. This was my first fanfic ever, and I have loved writing every single part of it! And I am just so, so, so honored that many of you have enjoyed reading it. It means the world to me! Thank you, thank you, thank you! 💗
A big shout-out to all of the beautiful people who listened to my ramblings, let me bounce ideas off of them, and were just all around supportive! I'd list you all but there are just so many. However, I absolutely have to mention my bestie @watermelonsugacry for being here for me since Day 1! 💗
So here it is. The final official chapter of EWTNC! Enjoy, lovies!
💗 Bee xx
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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: explicit language, fingering, unprotected penetration (birth control), minimal choking, start of 1D hiatus
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Dec 13th, 2015 - X Factor Finale
The past weeks have been quite a ride. You and Harry spent a few days in England with both of your families, and then it was off for (what you feel has been) the busiest time for the guys.
It's been endless interviews, such as Jonathon Ross, Ellen, Jimmy Kimmel, The Chatty Man, etc. And a multitude of performances, such as the Royal Variety Live and X-Factor Australia, to name a few. Plus, the AMAs, and the BBC Awards, to top it all off.
You got to meet the infamous Gwen Garcia when she interviewed the boys again, and you recently got to witness Harry get a tattoo on The Late Late Show with James Cordon.
But today… today feels like the wildest one of all. Today is their last performance as One Direction.
You climb onto the bed just as your second alarm goes off and prop yourself up on your elbow, staring at your beautiful boyfriend.
Harry really is so beautiful, and amazing, and you can't believe the journey you've been on since the day you accepted that internship. You would have never guessed this is how it would go.
You smile, and stroke his cheek, placing a gentle kiss on it.
"H… wake up…"
"No." He replies.
"Babe, I've got something for you." You scoot closer and kiss the top of his shoulder.
"What is it?"
"It's a surprise."
"I like the bed too much, can we just stay here?"
"Perfect, this surprise does not involve leaving the bed…" you state, a hint of seduction in your voice.
His eyes shoot open and he immediately turns onto his side. You bite your lip as his gaze slowly travels down your body, taking in the sight of the black lingerie set you snuck on a few moments earlier.
"Fucking hell." He whispers.
"Good morning." You smirk.
"Yes it is." He grins. "What's all this for?"
You prop yourself up more and start to kiss his chest. "Well, I've got this sexy outfit… and a sexy boyfriend…"
"Are you trying to distract me from what today is?"
"Maybe." You reply, sliding your leg over his hips to straddle him, and moving your lips to his neck. "Is it working?"
He places his hands on your thighs, rubbing them up and down. "Maybe."
You slowly begin to grind on him, extracting an intense hiss from his lips.
"It's starting to work." He smirks.
You feel him already hard underneath you, so you move a bit harder and kiss along his jawline. His hands move over your hips and around to your ass, sliding them underneath your panties. You bring your lips to his, not bothering to wait before you slide your tongue inside. He pulls back slightly and exhales deeply.
"Definitely working." He whispers.
You pull your hips up and move one hand down into his briefs to grab his cock, stroking up and down at a leisurely pace.
"Oh my god. Lemme…" He whispers. "Lemme take these off."
He tugs on his briefs, so you swing your leg back off, and help to slide them down his legs. His cock springs out and you can't help biting your bottom lip.
"As sexy as that outfit is… it needs to go." He demands, and you giggle. "Please."
You quickly remove the bra and panties, and straddle him again. You give his cock a few more pumps and line it up with your entrance, looking at him for confirmation before sliding down onto him.
Your head tips back and mouth drops, still always taken back by how thick he feels inside of you. You start to roll your hips and he holds your waist, running one hand up and stopping just under your left breast.
"This looks amazing on you, baby." He begins to gently run his fingers over your new tattoo.
Your glance falls down to watch, as he scans every inch of the thin ink on your ribcage. His gaze travels up to your face, and he smiles when he meets your eyes.
Your body leans down onto him, resting your elbows next to his ears, so your fingers can get tangled in his curls.
You rest your forehead on his, starting to slowly glide up and down on his cock. A breathy moan begins to escape your lips with the motion, and a deep, subtle grunt begins to escape his.
Both of his hands move to your hips, as you slide back down his cock, and he hisses as he pulls you against him even further.
"You feel so good on me." He whispers.
You kiss his neck, then sit back up on him, placing your hands behind you onto his thighs.
"Oh god." He groans out. "S-so… so good."
He grabs your hips tighter and bucks up into you with his own, both moving at a steady pace to keep in rhythm with each other.
"Fuck. I need it faster baby." He moans. "Can I?"
"Yes."
Right then, he begins to thrust up with force, your bodies slamming together as he pulls you down onto him and gets even deeper.
"Oh my god." Your mouth drops open and your eyes squeeze shut.
"Yeah… that's it, that's… that's good." He moans out. "Right there, right?"
"Yes. Fuck. Yes." You reply, leaning forward again and grabbing the headboard behind him, tilting your head back as you feel him completely within you, each one of his movements providing the perfect amount of pleasure.
He slowly runs his right palm up against your skin, stroking your butterfly tattoo with his thumb, and cupping your left breast.
You let out a subtle exhale, which causes him to thrust up harder into you, and moan out.
"I'm… Harry… I'm close…" You begin to pant.
"Me… fuck…" He moans out loudly. "Me too."
He begins to thrust harder and deeper, reaching the very back with ease, and every sense inside you is heightened as he thrusts in, and pulls out.
His grunts become deep, and labored with his breathing.
"Fuck, Y/N… it feels so… fucking… good."
"Yeah… it… oh god…"
"Shit. I can't wait, baby… fuck!" He grabs your hips to hold you down, as his movements become sloppy. "Y/N…"
"Close!"
"God, baby, I… Fuck. Fuck!" He moans out, slamming into you once more, and again. "Oh! Fuck!"
With one last, deep thrust up, he spills into you and you feel the rush of his release filling you up. He continues to move in and out, maintaining his fast pace as he works through his orgasm and brings you to your own.
"Harry! I'm gonna…"
"Go on, baby."
"Oh god. Oh my god!"
He grabs your chin and points it down to him as your mouth drops open. You keep your eyes fixated on him as your walls squeeze tight and body releases onto his cock.
"Fuck." You giggle, falling down onto him, with your face burrowing in his neck. Your chests are rising and falling together as you both come down.
"I could do that forever." He chuckles, and you push yourself up slightly to see a mischievous smirk on his face.
You kiss his jaw, the corner of his mouth, then the center of his lips. He pulls you back, running one hand through your hair and tucking some strands behind your ear.
"I want more." He exclaims, biting his lower lip and running his hands up and down your waist.
"Really?"
"M'never gonna get enough of you… "
You giggle.
"But can I get some more right now?
"Okay."
He sits himself up, grabbing around your waist, and flipping you over onto your back. His lips immediately meet that spot on your neck that is just for him, and makes his way to your earlobe.
"You're so good to me." He whispers.
No words escape your lips, just a sweet moan, as he reaches his fingers down and circles your clit.
"Safe?"
"Yes, H. Please." You plead.
Without hesitation, he slides his fingers into you and slowly pulls them back out. With the sensitivity from your orgasm still lingering, you let out a louder moan as you grab his shoulders, causing him to pump his fingers faster.
"Oh my god." You breathe out. "Feels… so good."
He pumps in and out, still kissing your neck, then in and out again.
"M'already hard again." He smirks. "Are you ready?"
You nod.
He pulls his fingers out, grabbing his cock and rubbing his tip against your wet entrance before gently pushing in.
He moans loudly and your hands reach up for his hair.
He rests one hand by your ear, as the other grabs your hip, and he pushes himself in faster. You feel every inch of him inside of you, every single part of his cock gliding against your walls. Every moment of pressure when his tip hits all the way inside of you.
You can see the sweat glistening around his forehead, and his necklaces dangling in front of you, as some curls come loose from his bun. You can see the muscles of his chest quickly rise and fall with each motion, and his gaze fixated on the spot where he's entering you.
You can't get enough of him either, and decide to ask for something new.
"H-... Harry…" you whisper.
"Yeah."
"Can… oh god… mmm… can we try something?"
"Yeah."
You slide one hand down his shoulder, and his arm, until you grab the hand that was holding your hip. He shifts his weight as you slide it up your body. His breathing is quickening even more as it moves against your skin and stops at the base of your neck.
"Just… just a little… hold it just a little?" You breathe out, moving it slightly over your neck.
"Oh fuck." He moans out. "Are… are you sure?"
You nod. "Yes. I'm sure. Please."
You close your eyes as you let go and throw your hands above your head.
"Safe, baby?"
"Mhmm."
He holds his hand gently in place and quickly moves his other, grabbing onto yours above your head, making sure a majority of his weight is focused on that arm.
"Oh god, yes." You moan.
"Fuck, Y/N." He starts thrusting in harder, and deeper, hitting the back of you with each motion.
"Oh my god."
"Yes, baby! Feel good?"
"Yes. Yes."
He grunts deeper as he removes his hands from yours and grabs onto the headboard, giving him more leverage to thrust with even more ferocity.
"Yes. Oh my god. Yes."
"Fuck… so fucking good!"
"Harry… oh my-..."
"Baby, so… fucking good."
"I'm… go-... I'm gonna…"
"Cum baby… cum..."
"Oh… fuck, Harry."
You grab onto his wrist and buck up your hips, as every inch of you is filled with a sensational pleasure.
"Yes! Oh my-... yes!"
Your walls squeeze him tightly as your orgasm hits, and he moans out deeply.
"M'so close." He grunts. "So… fucking… fuck!"
He thrusts in deep for the last time as he squeezes his eyes shut and his mouth drops open. You feel every drop of his release fill you up as he breathes his way through it.
As you both start to come down, he opens his eyes and meets yours, displaying a wide grin across his face, and removes his hand from your throat.
"Did you like it?"
"A lot!" You admit, biting your lower lip.
"I love you so fucking much." He states, leaning down for a kiss. Your hands grab his face as your lips move with his, and you moan against his mouth before pulling away.
"I love you too."
"Round three?" He chuckles.
"No fucking way." You reply, shaking your head. "You've gotta be able to perform tonight."
"Oh, I'll perform-"
"That's not what I meant." You roll your eyes.
He bites his lower lip and gives you one more kiss. He pushes himself up and slowly pulls out of you. He rolls to the side and lays on his back next to you.
"Don't wanna go out there if I can get this all day."
"Yes you do." You turn onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow and running your other hand through his hair. "You want to go out there."
"Yes." He sighs. "I do."
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"Alright, Rockstar. What's the big news?" You ask, sitting on the couch in his dressing room, slightly trying to avoid seeing anyone else and being completely enveloped in sobbing.
"Well, I, umm…" He clears his throat and sits down next to you, taking your hand in his. "I've been talking to Harry Lambert…"
"A legend. Yes."
"Right." He chuckles. "And, umm, well, he sort of wants to be my stylist for future stuff."
You stare blankly into his eyes, not really knowing what this means for you. You have decided to take a break from working, have some time off vacationing and just being with Harry, and figure out what it is that you really want to do next.
"Okay…"
"Well, I… umm… I told him about my amazing and talented girlfriend…"
"Oh?" Your heart starts to race, still unsure what this means.
"And that you're a stylist…"
"Harry! For fucks sake! Get to the point!"
"He wants to work with you. Or, umm, you work with him. While he… works with me, I guess."
"I'm sorry." Your mouth drops open and you feel like your brain may have just glitched. "What the hell did you just say?"
"Harry Lambert wants you to work for him as part of my styling team." He grins, squeezing your hand as you continue to just stare.
"I…"
"Would you want to do that?" He asks, suddenly furrowing his brow.
"I…"
"I mean, I know there's the whole 'don't mix business with pleasure' or whatever, but we've already broken that rule, a long time ago!" His serious expression fades and he lets out a laugh.
"But…" You clear your throat. "Is he giving me the job because I'm your girlfriend?"
Harry sits up straight and his serious expression returns. "No, Y/N. I told him you helped me pick out my suit for tonight. I told him about all the times you've tried to get me to dress outside the box. He really does want to work with you."
"Are you being serious? You're not joking? This is real?"
"F'course! I wouldn't lie about this!"
"Holy shit!" You lunge over to him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his neck. "Harry, I… this is… thank you!"
He kisses your temple and grabs your shoulders, pulling you back and looking you right in the eyes.
"You deserve this." He states, and your eyes respond by forming a few tears.
[Better get used to it because it definitely won't be the last time it happens today]
Your hands cup his cheeks as your gaze drops to his lips, and you slowly lean in closer for a tender kiss. One of his hands moves to the back of your head, raking his fingers through your hair for a moment before resting his palm on it and pulling you in deeper.
"Shit. Don't hate me." You hear, causing Harry to immediately pull back, and frown, as he refuses to look anywhere but your eyes.
"I can't even believe how many times this has happened…" Harry mumbles. "Yes, Niall?"
"S'just that I wanted to tell ya… the boys wanna have, uh, a last huddle before we go on stage."
"Now?" Harry asks, raising an eyebrow in Niall's direction.
"No, I'd say, maybe forty minutes?"
"Okay, so… I have time to hang out with my girlfriend before I get ready?"
"Guess so." Niall agrees.
"Alright, I'm just letting you know, m'here with Y/N right now, and I'll be there in forty minutes, so you don't need to come back…"
You smack Harry's arm. "Harry don't be a dick."
He turns back to you and peppers a few kisses you on the cheek, causing you to giggle.
"Right. Sorry Nialler." He winks towards his friend.
"M'so happy you two are together. Thanks to me f'course. I can't wait for you two to get hitched and make those babies!" He laughs. "You won't stop me then, m'gonna be around for that f'sure!"
"Oh my god, Nialler. Is that all life can be after One Direction? Marriage and babies?" You laugh loudly, shaking your head.
"You know I want to, right?" Harry states, looking over to you with a genuinely serious expression, as your head snaps over towards his.
"Oh shit! Is it happening right now?" Niall asks excitedly.
Harry growls, but displays a smirk on his face. "No, Niall. But respectfully, get out!"
"Alright… m'gonna go…" Niall utters, quickly turning around and jogging out the door.
"Sunshine, m'not gonna promise when it'll happen, but I can promise that I plan on marrying you someday." He grins. "The near future is so uncertain right now, like, just with my career and stuff, and I want to get a handle on those things, but… I want you in my future."
"Holy shit." You mumble, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat. "And… you really want… babies…?"
"Are you joking? Mini Y/Ns running around? Absolutely!" He smiles, showing off that amazingly distracting dimple. "I want it all with you. I mean it when I say that I love you, always."
"I love-..." You try to respond, but are overtaken by your racing heart and labored breathing, and words seem to be disappearing before they can leave your lips.
"Unless… unless you don't want to…" his head drops low and he winces, seemingly preparing for an answer that he doesn't want to hear.
[You've seen that face before, and you plan on never seeing that face again]
"What?" You lift his chin to meet your eyes. "Harry, I do! I want it all. With you!"
He immediately grabs your face and places the most passionate kiss on your lips. He pulls back, only enough to rest his forehead on yours, as he lets out a relieved breath and smiles.
"M'gonna marry you, Y/N. You're the love of my life, and I want you in it forever."
"And I will be."
"I love you, Sunshine. Always."
I love you too, Rockstar." You smile, staring into the seemingly sparkling eyes. "Never a question."
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Gathered around in a huddle, you watch as the each guy says a few words to the other three, and you smile as you lean against the wall.
You feel a nudge on your shoulder and look to see Natalie leaning next to you.
"Life's gonna be dull after this." She states, a subtle shakiness to her voice. "I'm gonna miss it."
You take a large gulp as you try to keep yourself together. Not that you're afraid to show the emotion, but you don't want to miss these last moments with them. The last moments of calm before they take the stage. The last moments of encouragement to each other to do their best. The last moments of sharing a bond with each other that only those four could understand.
[These thoughts are really not helping you to keep it together]
"As crazy as this was, and as crazy as they are… I'm definitely gonna miss it." She adds.
"Nat…" You clear your throat. "Thanks for getting me here."
Her head shoots over to yours, with a confused look on her face. "You got us here, honey, this whole thing was your idea."
"What?"
"You asked Heather about internships, you encouraged me to apply with you. You got scared for a minute, yeah, and I just encouraged you further…" She grabs your hand. "But this was all because of you! You wanted to take the leap, not me."
"Huh." You furrow your brow and your eyes drop to the floor, as you process what you were just told.
"You were always bolder than what you gave yourself credit for. And look where it got us… where it got you." You look up as she points over to the guys, and the surrounding area backstage.
Harry's eyes flicker over to you and he smiles, quickly turning them back to the group after a moment.
Your heart flutters. Not just because of Harry, but because of all of them. Because of the whole experience. And because you got to share it with her.
"Thank you for always being by my side, Nat." You utter, squeezing her hand back as you turn to see her glassy eyes.
"Thanks for always having that spot open for me." She replies, and tiny tears fall from each of your cheeks.
You purse your lips and let out a deep breath as you both turn back to the boys.
They pat each other on the back and Louis suddenly points to the both of you.
"Oi, ladies, get over 'ere!"
"No, this is your thing." You state.
"No… this is our thing. It includes you now." Liam replies.
You and Natalie push off the wall and walk over to the group. Louis holds his arm out to you, and you squeeze in between him and Niall, standing across from Harry.
He gives you a wink, and puts his arm around Natalie as she scoots up next to him and Liam.
You see him bend down closer to her, mouthing 'I knew you didn't hate me', and making her roll her eyes. She looks up to him and whispers back 'it was only for a moment'.
[Okay… okay… no tears yet, Y/N…]
"Well… I'd just like to say…" Niall stutters, clearing his throat.
"Bloody hell, Niall, it doesn't have to be a speech!" Louis exclaims. "We love you, ladies. We've got along with our crew b'fore, but you two are family now. And that won't change."
[Not… yet… hold… on…]
"You've been amazing since day one." Liam adds.
"And we love you." Niall clears his throat again, and turns to you. "So much."
"Fuck you all, I hate crying." Natalie whispers with a chuckle and squeezes the guys next to her. "Love you too."
"Haz?" Niall asks, causing everyone to look his way.
"I… shit… Well I…" He looks at you with a closed lip smile, turns to Natalie with the same expression, and then drops his gaze to the floor. "Shit. I can't. I love you both."
"Especially Y/N…" Louis jokes, making kissing noises and everyone else joins in.
"You're all idiots." Harry chuckles.
"Alright. Well, that's that then." Niall states quickly.
"What the fuck? What about me?" You reply.
"Oh no. M'not letting you say anything."
"What? Why?"
"I can't be sobbing on stage, Superstar!"
"Too fucking bad!" You exclaim. "And I'm giving a fucking speech, Tommo!"
He lets out a sigh and squeezes you into him. "Fine."
[Damn it. What can you even say that sums this whole thing up?]
You grab onto Louis' and Niall's waists, your eyes meeting each of theirs for a few moments before you finally manage to form some words.
"I am so proud of you guys." You clear your throat as the first hint of tears, completely disobeying you, start to form at the corners of your eyes. "I am so grateful that I got to witness even a small sliver of this journey you've been on. Thank you for letting me, us, be a part of it."
Your gaze drops to the ground and you cough to clear the lump in your throat.
"This has been the best time of my life." You add.
"Damn." Natalie chuckles. "That was good."
The six of you squeeze in for a big group hug, sniffles coming from you and all your friends.
You pull away, straighten up, and scan the faces of your favorite boy band.
"Now go out there and make Simon fucking weep or something!" You laugh, quickly joined by the rest of them.
Louis turns to you and shrugs his arms, reaching out for a hug.
"You're the best, Y/N, seriously. Bonded for life, yeah?" He grins.
"Yeah! Who else am I gonna prank people with, Tommo?" You chuckle, tightening your hug as he kisses your cheek and pulls away.
"Partners in crime, love. You 'n me!" He winks, and walks over to Natalie.
Liam comes up next and wraps one arm around your shoulders. "Alright, darling, I'm not saying goodbye, because that's ridiculous. We'll have lunch and stuff when we're in the same place."
"I'm holding you to that."
"I'll buy the first one." He smiles, letting go and moving away.
Niall, hands in his pockets, shuffles over to you. "I can't do this with ya."
"Niall…"
"Don't do it. Don't you start crying on me!" He points his finger as he moves closer.
"We're gonna see each other all the time! Right?" You sniffle, reaching out for a hug.
"Oh, loads! You're one of m'best friends. Plus I like getting Harry all riled up. S'fun." He giggles. "But I guess m'gonna have to learn to dress m'self!" He states, letting out the huge, famous 'Niall laugh'.
You shake your head and kiss his cheek, before pulling away. He takes a deep breath, and you can see the tears starting to gather in his eyes.
You help straighten out his sleek, dark suit and maroon tie. "There… made you beautiful." You state, giving him a wink.
He turns around and makes his way to get set up with his earpieces.
Harry slinks his way over to stand right in front of you.
"You know, I am grateful that you got to be a part of this too." He places a soft kiss on your forehead before resting his own against it. "But it definitely wasn't a small part, Sunshine."
He holds your face in his hands, sending heat through your cheeks, as he gazes at your lips. You bite your bottom one, and he quickly leans in to kiss them.
You reach your hands over and grab his biceps, causing him to smile against your mouth.
You pull away and stare into his beautiful, comforting green eyes, and your butterflies come alive. You doubt they will ever leave at this point.
[There's a reason you got that tattoo]
"This is gonna be a bit weird isn't it?" You ask.
"A bit, yeah. But…" he places another tender kiss on your lips. "I have you…" and another kiss. "So I actually don't care what else happens. I love you."
One more kiss is placed and a sound tech is calling him over to get prepped to go on stage.
"Always." He grabs your hand and walks you with his as he grabs his earpiece.
"Never a question."
You look up at him, admiring everything about him and finally allowing yourself to embrace every emotion this moment is providing for you both.
"You lot know we'll see each other after the show though, yeah?" Louis laughs, seeing everyone nod through their tears.
"You look beautiful by the way." He states, stroking the arm of your black and white puff sleeve blazer.
"So do you! Rockstar vibes for sure!" You wink, taking another look at his floral red Gucci suit. "Now get to work, Mr. Styles!"
They engage in their pre-performance chant, one last time, and you see each one take a deep breath before walking out together.
You quickly make your way around backstage and out into the audience, finding your seat in the front row next to Natalie, slightly to the side of where Harry will be.
You fidget with your necklace as you sit through the announcer's introduction of a video that has been specially made for One Direction.
Multitudes of people appear on the screen, each individually congratulating them on an amazing five years together, expressing their love for them, and making jokes to -at least for you- lighten and distract from the sad mood of the moment.
You glance over at the guys, whose arms are wrapped around each other's waists, and you grab Natalie's hand.
"I'm not gonna make it through this." You chuckle.
"I'm already not." She replies, and you turn towards her to see her already tear soaked cheeks.
"For fucks sake, Nat. If you're already gone then there's no chance for me!"
As the video wraps up, the guys turn back around. You giggle as you see Niall joke that he needs a drink after watching it.
[You'll need one or three after this]
You bring your hands to your chest, over your heart. It is thudding so strongly. It truly sinks in that you are about to watch their last performance together. You let a sharp inhale in as the rhythmic clapping on the backup track starts and everyone immediately joins in.
Harry starts off the song.
(History)
You gotta help me
I'm losing my mind
Keep getting the feeling,
you wanna leave this all behind
Thought we were going strong
I thought we were holding on
Aren't we?
You know this song isn't about you, but you start to think about your own journey with these guys.
No, they don't teach ya
This is school
Now my heart's breaking
and I don't know what to do
Thought we were going strong
I thought we were holding on
Aren't we?
You left this once. You left them once. And it was actually the hardest thing to do.
You and me got a whole lot of history
We can be the greatest team
That the world has ever seen
You and me got a whole lot of history
So don't let it go
We can make some more
We can live forever
You are so glad you came back. It ended up being the best decision you've ever made. You love them. You love them all.
All of the rumors
All of the fights
But we always find a way
to make it out alive
Thought we were going strong
Thought we were holding on
Aren't we?
As they enter into the chorus again, tears are trickling down your cheeks. Streaming down your face, actually. Harry looks over to you and then starts singing with Niall. Watching, admittedly, your two favorite guys, you completely lose it. You can barely finish singing the rest of the chorus, your voice being held back by the lump in your throat.
Mini bars, expensive cars,
hotel rooms, and new tattoos
And the good champagne,
and private planes,
They don't mean anything
'Cause the truth is out, I realize
that without you here life is just a lie
This is not the end
This is not the end
We can make it, you know it, you know
They aren't just famous singers to you, they are your friends, and your family.
[Those four have changed your life forever]
You and me got a whole lot of history
We could be the greatest team
that the world has ever seen
You and me got a whole lot of history
So don't let it go
We can make some more
We can live forever
[You'll always have them]
You and me got a whole lot of history
We could be the greatest team
that the world has ever seen
You and me got a whole lot of history
So don't let it go
We can make some more
We can live forever
[Harry has changed your life forever]
So don't let me go
So don't let me go
We can live forever
[And you'll always have him]
Baby don't you know
Baby don't you know
We can live forever
[Forever]
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Fast Forward
July 13th, 2017 - Dunkirk Premiere
"Y/N, lady, hold still."
"Yeah. Kind of a little nervous here, Lou."
"It's just a movie premiere…" Natalie chuckles.
"Then you do it!"
"Oh I would, except my man isn't the one starring in a World War 2 movie." She smirks.
There's a knock at the door, and Natalie walks over to answer it.
"Hello, ladies. Am I allowed to see her?" That sultry British accent asks.
"That's for weddings, you dope. You're allowed to see your lady before a movie premiere." She chuckles and she lets him in.
"I've done neither, Nat. How would I know?" He rolls his eyes as he makes his way behind you, twirling you around from the mirror to look you up and down. He scans every inch of your fully beaded red fitted gown.
"God, you're gorgeous!" He exclaims. "Can we have a minute alone, ladies?"
Natalie and Lou look at each other and scowl as they make their way to the door.
"Don't fucking mess up any of my work, Styles, or I will come for you!"
They close the door behind them and he pulls you in by your waist.
"You really do make that dress work, Y/N." He utters, placing the most gentle kiss on your lips.
"And you are really working that suit, Mr. Styles! I'm glad Lambert picked those shoes." You reply, looking from his dark blue-green Gucci suit, white shirt, and down to his red embroidered boots.
"We look perfect together." Another gentle kiss placed on your lips.
"Well hopefully it'll distract from the intense sweat that'll be dripping down my face and arms." You state, fidgeting with your necklace as you timidly look up to him.
"Are you nervous?" He asks, his brow furrowing with concern.
"Yes! I've never done this before!" You shake your head. "Harry, there's a lot of cameras and I'm not anyone important. Not enough to walk the carpet for a movie premiere! You don't need to bring me along with you, I can just go inside with your mom."
"I'll never push you to do it if you're not comfortable." He holds up your chin. "But I asked you to do it because you are important. To me. And I always love when you're by my side."
Both his hands drop down to both of yours, and he gives your left one a kiss.
"Plus, we'll have some nice professional photos of us as a couple." He smirks.
"We'll have plenty of those." You smile and shake your head.
"So do you want to go with me?"
"Yes. I want to go with you."
"Great! 'Cause I can't not take you out looking like that!" He moves his hands to your body, sliding them down to your ass. "Fucking gorgeous."
"Lou was serious. She will kill you…"
"We better leave now then."
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"Are you ready, Sunshine?"
"Yes."
"Thank you for being here with me." He grins, showing off that beautiful, and persuasive dimple.
"Anytime, Rockstar." You wink, taking a deep breath as the driver opens the car door for Harry. He steps out of the car, walking around the back and giving a two-fingered wave to the cameras and fans, buttoning up his jacket.
He makes his way to your door, and grabs your hand as it opens. As soon as your feet touch the ground, flashes and screams erupt, and you almost fall back in surprise.
Harry instantly interlaces his fingers with yours as you are both led around to the start of the walkway.
A coordinator walks up and leans closer to Harry to speak over the noise.
"Mr. Styles, we'll have you walk up ahead to take some solo photos and sign some autographs, and once you make it to the prop plane up ahead, Miss Y/L/N may join you for more of photos and some interviews. It's your choice which of those she can stand with you for."
"Are you serious?" He furrows his brow. "All of them."
You look up to see him smile and he squeezes your hand once more before letting go and walking ahead.
You stay back with his manager, Jeff, and a security guard as you watch with admiration at how Harry handles the overwhelming demands from paparazzi and adoration from fans.
[He's good at everything he does]
As you slowly move down the carpet behind him, you see a few young girls at the front of the barricade waving in your direction. You are concerned you are too close to another actor so you look around quickly to find where you should be standing instead, but don't see anyone except the other two of Harry's entourage.
You turn back to them and realize they are waving at you. Your heart stops for a moment. This time you don't feel worried, like you did a couple of years ago. This time you just feel honored.
There wasn't an official announcement, that just felt weird, but you have been photographed together a lot since the hiatus - holding hands, getting a quick kiss on the forehead or cheek, etc. And Harry has never been concerned about it like he was before. He likes being able to take you out, and be seen with you.
You give those girls a quick wave, and a subtle smile appears on your face as they jump up and down in response.
[You didn't realize it could feel so nice to be acknowledged by his fans]
As soon as Harry comes close to the prop plane, he turns around and walks back a few steps to grab your hand.
"This feels much better, thank you." He chuckles, leading you in front of the plane, as a background for more paparazzi.
His arm wraps around your waist, and he effortlessly moves his gaze around for everyone to get their chance at a photo.
"You still alright?" He asks, squeezing your waist.
"Definitely." You quickly reply, feeling a flutter in your heart, as you feel so safe in his arms.
After a minute or two more, he holds your hand again as you move onto the area for interviews.
You attempt to let go and stand off to the side, but he holds on tighter and gently pulls you in close.
"Stay with me, please" He whispers. "I don't wanna let go of this moment."
A pink hue rushes to your cheeks and your butterflies return, as you simply nod your head.
He walks over to the first interviewer, who politely acknowledges you before the camera turns on, then proceeds to ask questions about Harry's role in the movie.
The next few are the same, with some commenting on Harry's fame being a factor in the movie's success. His fingers are interlaced with yours the entire time, with his thumb occasionally rubbing along your skin, as he answers more questions.
"Hi. How are you?" He greets the next interviewers as one gets straight into her questions.
"How does it feel to have a movie premiere like this that you're such a key part of?" She asks.
You turn to Harry as he begins to answer, but his words are not what you are able to focus on. Your eyes gaze over his face. His shorter but still curly locks, his gorgeous eyes, his amazing smile, and his seductively deep dimples. You admire the passion you see as he speaks about the film he has been a part of. His focus is in the movie and never on himself. You're in awe of who he is and how he handled himself with all of this. And you get to be the one by his side.
[You're glad you came, you don't want to be anywhere else]
You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the next question.
"What about the 1D guys? Have they been very supportive? Have they sent you gifts? Best wishes?" The other interviewer asks.
You quickly hide a smile under your free hand, knowing that Niall threatened to show up today and help you get ready. 'To return the favor of always making him beautiful', were his words.
"They have been very supportive actually. Yeah, umm, I was talking to them today, kind of saying that they were excited to see the film and everything, so yeah. It's been a lot of fun."
"And what about this lovely lady beside you?" She asks, motioning in your direction.
"Y/N is my biggest fan!" He turns to you and grins, squeezing your hand yet again. "She's actually the one who encouraged me to do the movie, so I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her."
"We love that. We love that." She looks down at your hands linked together and smiles, looking back up to the both of you. "And I know that you two don't go out of your way to show off your relationship to the world, but…"
You gulp, not knowing what to except the next part of the question to be.
"But I can see something that is very telling." She points down. "Can I… would I be able to take a look?"
You both bring your hands up a bit, still gripping tightly to each other, and she gasps.
"That certainly is a beautiful engagement ring!" She exclaims.
"Thank you." You reply, dropping your hands and noticing Harry looking over to you, adoringly.
"So you are getting married!"
"Yes." You say in unison.
"When is the wedding?"
Harry runs his thumb over the band of your ring as he pulls his lips inward.
"Umm… it'll be soon. Relatively soon." He shrugs. "We're not really sharing the details 'bout it."
"Like I said, you two don't go out of your way to share your relationship with the public." She nods.
"Yeah, we're not trying to totally hide our relationship. We just like our moments together to be ours, and focused on each other. That's all." He glances over to you and then back to her. "Umm, but she's one of the most important people to me, f'course, y'know, I gave her the ring…"
He gives you a quick kiss on your temple, and lets out a quiet, smiling sigh.
"She's always been my biggest fan, biggest supporter… besides my mum…" He smirks. "So I just wanted her here with me for this. Umm, yeah. She's also part of the team that styled me for this so I'm really thankful she's here tonight."
The ladies swoon over his answer, and he squeezes your hand once again. After one last question about the filming process, the interview ends and the two of you move to the front of the theater, standing for a couple more photos.
He gives you a kiss on the cheek, and you both make your way into the theater. He pulls you to the side and gazes longingly into your eyes, beaming with a grin, which causes your breath to hitch.
"I'm proud to have you here with me." He smiles.
"I'm proud to be here with you, H, and I never wanna be anywhere else."
He shuts his eyes with a wide, tight-lipped smile, and takes in a big breath. He grabs your face, bringing you in for a quick kiss, pulling back just enough to look back into your eyes.
"I love you, Sunshine. Always."
"I love you too, Rockstar. Never a question."
"And… it'll never change…"
"Yeah…"
"Me and you."
"Oh my god."
~~~~~
the end.
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Series Masterlist || Chapter 36
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January 10th
That is the date I plan to start writing again! 🩷
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My love! My darling! I've missed you!
Hi friends!!! I've missed you!!! 🩷
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Yes. Yes. All the way YES!
How would you guys feel about a Harry Styles x 911 crossover? It’s been rotting my brain, I’ve been throwing a few ideas around and I really wanna write it but idk… This time I’m not taking nos because I’m letting myself be FREE but anyways plz vote
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Hahaha I know that's legitimately what you would do right now if you could!!! Missed ya too love.
Hi friends!!! I've missed you!!! 🩷
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You are a doll for including me on this list. Thank you so very very much!
OHMOONBEAM’S HARRY STYLES WRITERS MASTERLIST
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Since the inception of this blog back in April 2019, I’ve shared the work of so many absolutely wonderful writers that have brought joy to my day with their work. They’ve been there when I’ve needed to laugh, cry, stay awake, lull me to sleep, and just about every space in between.
The writer masterlist found here is solely for Harry Styles so there’s no shortage of fics to keep you and me entertained.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much to all the writers on Tumblr & AO3 for sharing your work with us, and putting yourself out there - it’s scary, trust me I know! - and for continuing even when it’s been hard. You’re all superstars.
So without further ado, here’s my little list of the writers I’ve shared work from on this blog, I hope you enjoy their pieces of escapism as much as I do.
This list will be ongoing.
A - E
@allthelovehes // @astranva // @atlafan // @be-with-me-so-happily // @cherryjuiceblues // @eveningepiphany
F - J
@finelinevogue // @finestoflines // @fkinavocado // @freedomfireflies // @gucciwins // @gurugirl // @harryistheonlyoneforme // @harrysfinelinevol1 // @harrysonlylover // @havethetimeofyourstyles // @helladirections // @ihearthes // @jarofstyles
K - O
@loveontourlove // @lukesaprince // @moonchildstyles // @mydearesthrry
P - T
@pretendingboyfriends // @shawnxstyles // @stylesberries // @stylescine // @stylesloveclub // @sunflowervolvimp3 // @tsumtsumrry // @twostepstyless
U - Z
@watchmegetobsessed // @0nlythrowharrybeaux
Please send me any writers I've not yet shared here!
And thank you so much to these writers x
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Hello Mother Nature, you bitch...
Look, I appreciate your focus on me, but starting my period and getting food poisoning on the same day is a bit much. I kinda feel like I've been through enough this past month, so... please. fuck. off.
Insincerely,
🖕🏻 Bee 🖕🏻
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I started writing again!
It's only 175 words so far, but it's something, and it feels good! I've definitely missed it.
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Oh. My. God. Called out so hard right now.
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Holy 😲 shit 🥵
Knockout*
Summary: The one where Harry is a handsome stranger who always comes to your diner covered in bruises.
Word Count: 9.4k (jeepers, sorry!)
Content Warning: 18+, smut, slight exhibitionism, very brief violence
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Your stranger is here.
He’s sitting in his favorite booth, fifth one down from the first row, directly next to the window.
He’s got his usual hoodie pulled over his head, obscuring any view of his face. His clothes are dark and seem to cover nearly every inch of his skin. His knuckles are wrapped in white gauze, but are stained with streaks of red.
And he’s looking down. Staring at the menu on the table as though he doesn’t order the exact same thing every time.
A cup of coffee – black – and a slice of pie.
He’s like clockwork. He comes in exactly five minutes after midnight, takes a seat in his booth, and orders his usual.
Then, he pays his bill, and he leaves.
You’ve grown used to him. Comfortable with the idea of his face and his voice and the strange, but unsettling presence he brings with him.
You find that it’s more unnerving when he’s not here than when he is. 
“Hi, Cherry.”
Your stranger’s voice cuts through the quiet diner and forces your attention from the mug of coffee you’re pouring. 
You glance up, finally able to see his face now that he’s lifted his head. His skin is littered with deep cuts and vicious scratches. There’s a bruise just by his eye that’s dissolving into an unsettling shade of purple and his bottom lip is split down the middle.
Even still, he’s smiling. A gentle upturn that looks almost painful given the cracked fibers and dried blood.
“Hi,” you reply softly, feeling your heart race beneath your chest as his eyes find yours. “Would you like your usual?”
Somehow, his grin gets a bit brighter. As though he’s touched by the question. “Of course,” he answers calmly, in a voice you imagine you’d recognize anywhere. It’s deep and sultry, but it crackles like lightning. Sensual in a way you can’t exactly explain. “What have you made tonight?”
“Chocolate,” you tell him, glancing back toward the counter where the pies are displayed. “With extra whipped cream.”
“Mm.” His hum is playful, and it matches the glint in his eye. “How much extra?”
“As much as you want.”
He laughs, and you swear fairies are born. “Then I will have a slice of your chocolate pie, with as much whipped cream as you’ll allow.”
You feel your cheeks warm as you nod and turn on your heel to grab his order. Setting the coffee pot down before grabbing a small plate.
Once it’s ready, you return, sliding it across the table beside his mug. “Is that all?”
“No,” he says simply, gesturing now toward the seat across from him.
And just like every other time, you feel your pulse jump. “I’m…I need to get back—”
“You don’t need to go anywhere,” he interrupts with a wry grin. “Please?”
Your lips roll into your mouth, and your heart lands in your throat. Your stranger has always been good at getting you to do what he’d like, and it seems tonight is no different. 
So, with a sigh, you glance back toward the kitchen. Checking to make sure you aren’t needed too direly before you slip off your apron and slide into the booth.
“There,” he hums, placing his arms on the table to learn forward. “S’much better, hm?”
And you can’t help but smile as you nod and glance toward your cuticles. Avoiding that vivid green that always seems to send your stomach into a frenzy. 
“How are you?” he asks next, and his voice is soft, as if attempting to draw your attention back.
Braving a glance, you lift your head, and meet his eye. “I’m all right. How are you?”
“Good. Better now.”
The flirtatious remark sends a rush of heat to your cheeks. But you don’t respond, instead reaching out your hand toward his. Allowing your fingers to dance along the gauze that’s wrapped around his knuckles. 
“It’s bad again,” you whisper, and you feel him study you. 
There’s a gentle pause. And then, “Not by much. It’s been worse.”
You suck in a quiet breath and hold it deep within your lungs. Turning his arm around in order to inspect the wounds painted near his wrist. “You promised.”
Even without seeing the full of his face, you catch his expression fall. 
“I know, Cherry,” he murmurs. “And I’m trying, I promise. S’just…not that easy.”
Your throat constricts, growing dry from the implication. “I know.”
It’s almost inaudible, but your stranger still hears it, and he sighs as he slips his fingers between yours. Pulling your focus back to him. 
“You know you don’t have to worry about me,” he says, squeezing your palm as if to cement the point. “M’gonna be okay.”
“Are you?”
He looks gutted. Ashamed of your disappointment. “It’s just something that I have to do.”
“Why?”
He considers this before shaking his head once. “I don’t know.”
It’s the same answer every time. You ask him who does this to him. Why he does this to himself. Where he goes, why he keeps going back.
But he never offers anything concrete. Just enough to keep you hoping.
He leans closer. Desperate to make you understand. “I’m gonna be all right, Cherry. I promised, didn’t I?”
“But this isn’t ‘all right,’” you argue quietly, once again studying his scars. “You hurt yourself. Or you let somebody else hurt you. And I don’t know why.”
He takes in a breath before setting it free. “I don’t know why, either. But it’s not forever. And I promised you I would be okay. So, I will be.”
You release him and pull yourself from his grasp. Creating a physical distance much like his emotional one. 
“I have to be,” he adds, and that charming smirk reappears. Popping a dimple from his cheek. “I’d miss your pies too much.”
Even if your insides have twisted, you can’t help but laugh. “I suppose they’d miss you, too.”
“Good, I would hope. Might be my second-favorite sweet thing here. Only after you.”
Again, his coy remark leaves you entranced. Hands gathering on your lap as you look out through the large window beside you. “You’re quite forward tonight.”
“M’forward every night. You just don’t notice.”
“Is that right?”
“It is. Can’t really help myself, Cherry.”
The familiar nickname feels like home. It was coined after the first night he’d come in. He’d sat in your section – this very booth – and made small talk while you served him. 
He asked for your recommendation, and you suggested one of the desserts. The pies were your specialty, and you made a new one every evening. He seemed charmed by this and ordered two slices.
That night was cherry. He ate every bite between sips of his coffee and compliments to you. Leaving nothing but crumbs once you came to collect his plate.
He told you he loved cherry pie. It was his absolute favorite. But he’d never had a pie as good as yours.
And from that night on, you became his Cherry.
He never asked for your real name, and you never offered. You supposed this was intentional. A way to protect you from whatever life he led outside the diner doors.
And in the few weeks he’s been coming back for yet another slice of your pie, you’ve learned only three things about him:
He always pays with big bills.
He drives a vintage, black ’69 Mustang.
And his name is Harry.
Anything past that you suppose isn’t yours to know. Yet despite that, you feel drawn to your stranger. Even if he only seems to exist after midnight.
“You weren’t supposed to be working tonight,” he says, calling your attention back. 
You glance away from the window just in time to see his frown. “Joshua asked me to cover a few of his shifts,” you explain. “I’ll be here through the weekend.”
“You covered him last week,” he reminds you, with just a touch of disapproval. “And a few weekends before that.”
Your stranger is right, but you merely lift a shoulder and let it fall. “I don’t mind. The extra money is nice, and the night shift is always quiet.”
“Not always,” he retorts, and you notice the pull of his eyebrows. “Not everybody is as kind as you, Cher. Not in this part of town. Or this late.”
You can’t help but smile at his need to shelter you. “I know. But Owen is here, and he makes sure to check on me from time to time.”
However, Harry’s expression seems to settle into something hard and unnerved. “And what if he gets distracted? What if he doesn’t see some loser trying to grab for you? Or talk to you? Or take advantage of you?”
His voice is rising, a gentle but obvious crescendo that turns the heads of the few patrons scattered about the diner. 
You reach for his hand once more, squeezing it hard to implore him to listen. “Then I will use my extensive training as a waitress and kick their ass.”
You can tell he doesn’t want to, but he smiles. Brushing his thumb along your wrist before looking down. “I’m only trying to protect you.”
“I know,” you whisper, dipping down in order to find his eye. “But I’m not the one who needs protecting.”
The air is charged with a sort of tension you can’t explain. He feels so close and yet so very far away. Your heart aches for your stranger, and for his scars that never heal.
“Hey,” calls a loud voice, ringing through the small diner until you and Harry both turn. You find a man sitting near the counter, wearing a camouflage baseball hat and flannel shirt. His beard is long and scruffy, and his expression is wildly annoyed. “Do you fucking work here or not? Been waiting on a refill for ten goddamn minutes.”
Feeling rather embarrassed of the way you’ve neglected the other customers and deserted your post, you quickly slide out of the booth and stand. Cheeks warm and heart racing. “Yes, of course. I’m so sorry, sir.”
You rush to check on the coffee pot near the counter, making sure that it’s hot and fresh before you approach. Then, you tip the spout into his mug, and refill his drink that’s already three-fourths of the way full.
You can see Harry watching you from his spot. A similarly irritated look behind his eye as he studies the man sitting before you.
Once the coffee has been refilled, you nod an apology, and begin to retreat.
“Not so fast,” the customer grumbles, clearing his throat as he straightens up. Forcing you to hesitate. “I want my check. And a slice of pie on the house. For my troubles.”
Your heart leaps into your throat, but you nod again. The Starlight Diner doesn’t exactly offer free pastries, and anything that a staff member has to comp comes out of the employee’s paycheck. 
Granted, one slice won’t set you back too far, but the shame will. The idea that you left a customer waiting while you chatted with a man you hardly know. It’s unprofessional and not at all how you’d like to be perceived in the workplace. As a mindless girl who merely doddles her day away. Fawning over handsome strangers and daydreaming about a life she can’t have.
“Absolutely,” you tell him, rushing to grab him a fresh piece just as Harry begins to stand from the booth. “Will that be all?”
“Don’t be stingy with the whipped cream,” he instructs. “In fact, I’d like to see you put it on in front of me. So I can make sure you aren’t trying to fuck me over.”
The blood drains from your face. You feel humiliated under the warm hue of lights strung up around the restaurant. Grabbing the can of whipped topping in a desperate attempt to please and end the interaction all together.
“Why don’t you watch your fucking tone,” Harry grits, approaching the man from his left.
But the customer merely scoffs, refusing to offer him even a disinterested glance. “Yeah, and why don’t you mind your own business?”
Suddenly, Harry’s hand smacks down onto the counter beside him, inches from his plate while the coffee inside his mug trembles.
You can’t help but jump, arm recoiling away from the pie while the entire diner grows quiet. Everybody’s attention has turned to your stranger. Watching him closely as he leans forward, and dips down to catch the man’s eye.
“Wasn’t a question,” he murmurs darkly. “You watch your fucking tone when you speak to her. Or I’ll watch it for you.”
And you can tell the older gentleman is a bit off-put by Harry’s distressing demeanor. Yet he remains rather calm, clearing his throat again before leaning back. “And what are you gonna do about it, cupcake?”
Harry’s head cocks to the side. “Would you like me to show you?”
“Harry,” you whisper, just loud enough to force his eyes to yours. “It’s okay. It’s fine.”
“Yeah, she’s fine, buttercup,” the customer snorts, spinning around to face you once more. “Now let’s go, princess. I don’t have all fucking night.”
His fingers snap together before he points toward the pie. Instructing you to continue applying the fluffy cream until you hesitantly continue.
The whipped desert sprays out of the can in a steady stream, piling higher and higher atop the pie until it begins to spill over onto the side.
Yet he doesn’t stop you. He simply nods and mutters for you to keep going. To fill the plate until he’s satisfied. 
And you know exactly why he’s doing it. Not to satiate a sweet tooth but to demean you. To force you under his cruel, sadistic stare until you fold like a house of cards.
Your stranger fumes from his place a few feet away. You can tell he’s desperate to intervene, but he obeys your look of frantic insistence. Remaining quiet while you oblige the customer’s request. 
Soon, the can runs out. The last few drops spewing from the nozzle until you’re left with nothing but air and an empty bottle.
With a hitch in your breath, you begin to withdraw your hand. He’ll have to drop this degradation act now, and you hope that he only demands the rest of his check before going about his night.
However, before you can fully retract your arm, a collection of grimy fingers dart out and curl around your wrist. Keeping you in place while the man’s eyes narrow and he hisses, “Did I say you could stop?”
But the moment his palm touches your skin, Harry is stepping forward, grabbing a fistful of his collar, and hoisting him from his seat. Then, he shoves him back against the tile wall just behind him, the connection so forceful, it knocks the gentleman’s hat askew.
The other customers, including yourself, gasp from the sudden act of violence. Watching as Harry steps up to him and sneers in his face with the vilest look of disdain you imagine you’ve ever seen.
“Don’t ever…” he seethes through deep, even breaths, “…put your fucking hands on her…again.”
And he’s terrifying. So utterly terrifying, with his busted knuckles, his cracked lip, and his bruised jaw. It’s clear he’s a threat, and the man he’s holding goes deathly pale as Harry keeps him trapped against the wall.
All he can do is nod his understanding, choosing to end the fight before it can begin while Harry – after a very long moment – finally lets him go and allows him to flee from the diner.
There’s a stillness in the café that makes your heart race. The few regulars that are left watching on with a mixture of sympathy and embarrassment. It’s not until Harry shoots them their own venomous glare that they quickly turn away and continue on with their meals.
You slump into the counter, letting the can drop to your side while the sound of a door flinging open echoes from somewhere behind you.
“The hell…is going on?” Owen calls, exiting the kitchen in order to get a better look around. He finds you first, raking his stare up and down your frame before looking to Harry. “What happened?”
“You fucking left her out here, alone,” Harry barks. “That’s what fucking happened.”
Owen’s eyebrows raise as he moves his attention to you. But you quickly side-step into Harry’s path, attempting to end another confrontation before it can begin.
“Just…a customer,” you finally answer softly, reaching for the plate in order to clear your regret away. “It’s fine. He left.”
Your boss nods once. “But he paid first, yes?”
Again, your heart sinks into your toes. Lashes fluttering when you realize his bill will be coming out of your paycheck. “He…um, no, he…he left before I could collect it—”
“Darling,” Owen sighs, and it’s heavy with disappointment, “what did we talk about?”
“I…I know. I’ll…I’ll pay for it—"
Harry’s palm suddenly smacks down onto the counter for a second time this evening. Yet now, there’s a wad of cash beneath his hand. From the looks of it, well over a hundred dollars.
“This will cover it,” he mumbles, turning his unforgiving stare to your boss. “And it’ll cover the rest of her shift, too. She’s done.”
With that, his fingers are wrapping around your upper arm before you can even wrap your head around his offering. Blinking wildly while Owen glances from the cash to you in an effort to piece together Harry’s instruction.
 But your stranger leaves you no room for questioning or bargaining. He’s pulling you out the diner door and into the dark parking lot before you can even bid your boss goodbye.
He strides between the cars before hooking a left around the building. Leading you toward the back alleyway where he normally keeps his car, the wet pavement squeaking beneath his sneakers.
 And during this fervent stalking, his fingers slide down from your upper arm and into your hand. Grasping it tightly as if to make sure he won’t lose you.
Perhaps a part of you would like to feel miffed or ashamed of what just took place, but you can’t seem to fault him for his reaction. He’s always been nothing but kind to you – even if he doesn’t always lend that kindness to others. Expressing his desire to protect you, even if he doesn’t know you.
You wonder if this need to defend is part of the reason why you’ve only ever seen him covered in scars and bruises. If he comes to the diner in the dead of night in order to watch over you. Like a guardian angel or vigilante. 
Right now, however, he disappears into the shadows, gently pulling you along with him until you see his car only a few feet away. He releases you at the same time that he releases a heavy sigh, running a hand through his dark curls as his hood is pushed down. 
“Harry…” you begin quietly, tentative of startling him.
“I’m sorry,” he says before you can even finish. “M’sorry, I lost my temper. I know.”
You watch the way he turns away from you. Bracing himself against the hood of the Mustang while dropping his head in what you only assume is remorse.
And your heart aches for him. For the gentleman that lives beneath the outlaw. “Harry,” you whisper again, stepping closer in order run your fingers down his back. Feeling the way his muscles tense before melting beneath your touch. “I’m not mad, I promise.”
“I know you don’t like it when I interfere,” he mumbles, and it’s almost swept away by the cold, early morning air. “But he fucking touched you, and I—”
“I know,” you interrupt tenderly. “I know, and I’m not mad. I’m glad you did it. I’m glad you were here.”
He hesitates, face turning toward his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You allow your chest to meet his spine. “Always feel safer with you.”
He exhales deeply, releasing something heavy before he’s turning around, and reaching for your cheeks. The soft, stained gauze slides against your skin, and his touch is firm. Keeping you in his embrace while he gazes at you warmly. 
“Are you all right, Cherry?” he asks now, thumbs sweeping beneath your eyes. “Did he hurt you?”
Your head shakes. “No. Scared me a little, but I’m okay.”
It’s clear he doesn’t like this, that familiar frown reforming as he holds you a bit tighter. “He never should have spoken to you like that. Much less put his fucking hands on you—”
“I know, but it’s okay,” you interject again, hoping to ease his stress. “I’m okay because you were here.”
And this is the only thing that seems to calm him. That familiar smile of his the perfect remedy for such a strange night. You don’t want to tell him how often this happens. Especially during the later shift. But that’s what you get for working at a 24-hour diner, and you’re starting to think this is merely part of the job.
And truth be told…you think he already knows.
His forehead meets yours, and you can’t help but grin yourself. Grateful for the comfort he provides – stranger or not.
“Speaking of which…why are you here?” you ask gingerly. “I thought you didn’t come in on my days off?”
“I don’t. But…I saw your car.”
“Oh…how?”
His smirk transforms into something coy. “I was driving by.”
“Oh, really?” you tease. “On purpose?”
The smile slips now, a more reverent look in his eye as he nods. “I like to check on you. Make sure you’re okay.”
And maybe in any other universe, this would strike you as odd. Perhaps even unsettling or disconcerting. 
But even if you don’t know him, you know him. You know his intentions have only ever been pure, and even without having much more than his name, he has always made you feel safe. 
You choose to believe in him. In the goodness of your stranger and the care he provides. Inside and out.
“You do?” you murmur, allowing your hands to rest on his chest. “How often?”
A beat. Then, “…every night.”
The alley grows quiet. Scattered streetlamps reflect off the pools of water that are sprinkled across the cement, warming the dark night with their sepia-toned beams.
And you stand there, just you and him, while the weight of the world seems to rest on his shoulders.
But instead of chastising him or asking any further questions, you push yourself up onto your tiptoes…and kiss him.
It’s not the first kiss you’ve shared, and you know, undoubtedly, that it won’t be your last. Your stranger has been stealing your kisses for weeks now.
And you suppose stealing isn’t exactly a fair comparison. After all, you’ve nearly pleaded with him to kiss you every time he’s come in. 
Not that there’s much need for begging when he’s so willing to offer them to you. Sneaking you away the moment your shift is through. Chasing you through the parking lot…pulling you into the backseat of his car.
It makes you giddy. You feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on the handsome senior. Slipping into the shadows where he waits. Letting him hold you, kiss you, touch you.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t know more than his name or what he does behind closed doors. You choose to share these special – albeit somewhat scandalous – moments with the mysterious gentleman in booth 505.
“My sweet girl,” he breathes against your lips. The wonderfully delicious nickname melting on your tongue. “Missed you.”
You want to remind him that it’s only been about two days, but you can’t. Because you missed him, too.
“And m’so sorry,” he says next, trailing his quick but fervent kisses down your neck. “So fucking sorry for being so bad. Never wanna scare you or make you anxious.”
A soft, delicate noise bleeds from your throat, and you cling to his much stronger frame as though you’re afraid you’ll simply disappear without him.
“Wanna make it up to you,” he whispers. “Will you let me, Cherry? Let me be good again?”
You nod, needing him to keep himself as close to you as he’ll allow. You want to settle him in your lungs, keep him snug inside in your chest. Against your heart.
And a large part of you just wants to keep him…always.
“Let me make it better,” he says, hands dropping to your hips in order to push you toward his car. Placing you against the door in order to trap you and deepen his kiss. “Let me be good, sweet girl. Be good for you.”
And he’s always good. Good to you, good for you. It doesn’t matter how he is with everybody else. 
“Please?” he asks again, leaning back just far enough to catch your eye. “Will you let me?”
He wants your explicit consent. Wants you to say the words before he continues, and you appreciate this stricter habit. 
“Yes,” you manage to answer, exhaling the word with the little strength you still possess. “Yes, please—”
He takes your hand before you can finish, guiding you over toward the backseat before swinging the door open and stepping aside.
“Lay down, baby,” he mumbles gently, pressing a kiss to the side of your head while guiding you in. “On your back, okay? Want you comfy.”
You do as instructed, dipping down into the vehicle before settling into the soft, leather seat. Flipping over until you can find a position you like. 
Harry is quick to follow, landing between your thighs before pulling the door shut. You both maneuver until he can hover his body above yours, keeping you beneath him as he runs a palm up the side of your leg.
His warm hand feels good against your bare skin, the dress you’re required to wear as part of your waitressing uniform bunching just at the top of your knees from the new position. But it’s like ecstasy, heating up your goose bumped skin from the nippy air outside. 
“How’s this, hm?” He squeezes your hip. “You all right, Cher?”
You rest your head against the door and nod, fingers already itching to reach for him again. “Yes, I’m okay.”
“Promise?”
“Mhm. Promise.”
The side of his mouth curls up, and it makes your stomach flutter. “Good girl. Gonna go slow, okay? Earn my forgiveness.”
He continues the lazy strokes to your thigh, falling all the way down to your ankle before going back up. It is slow, and it almost drives you mad. Because he knows what you want. And he knows just how badly you want it.
Things with Harry never go further than you. Something you’re almost tempted to find odd, but he’s a giver. That was made clear from the first time. He derives more pleasure out of your orgasms than he apparently does his own. He only ever wants to touch you, taste you, feel you. It’s never about him. 
You often wonder if there’s a deeper reason for this. If he’s denying himself release on purpose or if he’s merely terrified of getting close. And occasionally you wonder if he simply just doesn’t want to fuck you, but something tells you that’s not the case.
Maybe one day you’ll be brave enough to ask.
Tonight, however, it seems he’s still determined to put the attention on you. Long fingers gently scratching at your leg until you shiver. It makes him grin.
“Can I see you, baby?” he asks softly, letting his eyes trail beneath the hem of your dress. “See how pretty you are?”
Again, you can only whine pitifully as you motion your head up and down quickly. Wanting to succumb to his strong touch. Only feeling grounded if he’s there to hold you.
“Thank you, sweet girl,” he breathes, using his scarred hands to push your outfit up a bit higher. Revealing your quivering stomach and the delicate pair of panties around your hips. 
They’re nothing special. In fact, you imagine they’re rather embarrassing. A simple, tan fabric that does absolutely nothing to make your pussy look more desirable. 
Perhaps it’s a little silly, but you like to look nice for him. On the nights you know he might be coming to see you (which has been every night you’ve worked since you met), you tend to pick prettier pairs. 
Some with lace, some with little bows. Sweeter colors, sexier colors. Anything that might make him smile.
But you hadn’t anticipated seeing him tonight, and now, you almost want to shy away. Lashes fluttering as you look up toward the roof of his car.
But he doesn’t seem to notice. Nor does he seem to care about the color around your waist, his eyes growing wide as his attention glues to the mesmeric sight before him. Pink, bruised lips parting with wonder while he moves closer. 
“Cherry,” he exhales, the feel of his breath sweeping against your bent knee, “missed you so much. Been forever, hm?”
You nod again, braving another glance just in time to see his hand lower. And then you feel him. Feel his thumb pressing gently into the front of your underwear, just above where your clit lies.
Your entire body seems to spark to life like the flicker of a flame. And you gasp, subtly bucking up into his touch in search of more. In search of him.
He smiles. “S’it feel good, honey?”
You let out a soft breath, chest nearly caving in as you whisper, “Harry…”
He looks up, eyes flicking to yours as that coy smirk grows. “What, baby? You okay?”
Of course you’re okay. He knows you’re okay, but you’ve noticed he likes to hear you say it. He likes to know he’s making it better for you. That he’s helping, that he’s doing good.
When you don’t answer, he returns to your pussy, fingers strumming up and down your covered cunt like he’s playing an instrument. Tuning your body to his needs. 
“Can I touch you?” he asks now, dipping down to nudge his nose beneath your jaw. Pressing a soft kiss to your throat. “Wanna touch you…be good for you, Cher. Was so bad…just wanna make it better.”
He’s attempting to atone for what he did in the diner. To apologize, offer his remorse.
And even if you know he has nothing to apologize for, you can’t find it in you to deny him. Reaching up to tangle your fingers in his curls as you tug him closer. Kissing him fiercely.
He’s hard on himself. You know he is. You don’t know why. You don’t know what the cause is. But you can see the repercussions. They’re painted all over his body, and he wears them proudly. 
He curses against your mouth, and you’re reminded then of his busted lip. Instantly pulling away while you mumble an apologetic, “I’m sorry. I forgot—”
“No,” he nearly groans, slipping his other hand around the back of your neck to keep you close. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind, I promise. I like it.”
His kisses become hard again. Anxious, desperate, and rushed. As though he needs you in order to survive. His nose knocking into yours from the way he readjusts himself. Wanting to take you deeper, really taste you. 
You’ve never been so happy in your life.
He only pulls away in order to slip your panties down your thighs, pushing them to your ankles until he can really see you.
His entire expression softens the moment his eyes find you. Filled with a certain kind of hope and indulgence as he gazes at you almost tenderly. Unable to resist reaching out and letting his finger brush down your folds. 
You make another noise, but he doesn’t notice this one. Too content to be touching you. Feeling you. Spreading you open just to watch you drip.
“So fucking good to me,” he murmurs. “You know that, sweet girl? So perfect for me. Exactly what I need and far more than I deserve.”
You aren’t sure what he means, but the implication makes you frown. Pulling on his hair a bit harder while he moves to your clit and begins to press down.
The pressure of his thumb against the more sensitive nerves leaves you breathless. Squirming beneath him from the rush of pleasure that only serves in making you needier. 
“Always so warm,” he muses quietly. Almost as if to himself. “So soft. So sweet. Can’t ever get enough of you.”
It makes your head spin the way he seems to adore you. The way he talks about your body as if he can’t believe he’s lucky enough to behold it. To feel it, to get to indulge in it. Worshiping you like you’re his religion.
He begins to rub your clit in slow, teasing circles. Kissing you once more in order to taste your whines and feed off your desperation. Wet noises fill the car. Not just from your pussy, but from his frantic kisses that echo between the foggy windows. 
It makes you shiver, loving the way he nips at your bottom lip just to leave you restless. The way he whispers your nickname before moving to your neck, pulling your skin between his teeth and smoothing over the mark with his tongue.
He goes faster. Chasing after your whimpers and the way you arch your body into his. Loving how excitable you get from only a few flicks of his thumb across your sensitive clit.
Then, he slows down. Exhaling a heavy breath as if bracing himself to edge you. Like it hurts him more than it hurts you.
And you mewl pitifully as you cling to his broader frame and tug him down into your arms. “Harry—”
“I know,” he coos, and it’s gentle the way he speaks. Sympathetic almost. “I know, sweet girl. But m’not done with you yet. Just wanna keep you a little longer. Is that okay?”
You bury your face in his neck and make another noise. Something akin to his name that gets lost in the way he curses.
“It’s okay,” he tries again, allowing you to use his body like a lifeline. “I’ve got you, baby. All right? M’right here, I’ve got you.”
He proves this by resuming his sweet torture. Circling the nerves a time or two more before moving down. Smoothing through your folds and lowering toward the pooling of arousal that waits for him. 
You hear him hum. “So precious. S’this all for me, then? Mine to play with? Mine to taste?”
You whine, “Yes, yes, yes,” as quickly as your mouth will permit, and he chuckles. 
The tip of his finger dips inside, presumably to collect everything you have to offer him before he’s lifting it toward his lips.
And you settle back against the door to watch. Enchanted by the way he places you on his tongue and sucks. His lashes fluttering and cheeks flushing from the taste.
You don’t imagine you’ll ever get used to watching him do that. After all, you’ve never been particularly…unbothered by the idea of somebody tasting you. Not even with past partners. You get too caught up in your own head. Worried about the taste, the feel, the smell.
Truth be told, most of the men you’ve been with before were never interested in you. They wanted what you could give them. And then they wanted out.
By all accounts, Harry is nothing like anyone else you’ve ever known. Not just because of the mystery that follows his persona, but because of his endless attention to you. To what you need, what makes you feel good. 
He devotes every second to making you feel like you’re God’s gift to Earth. A gift to him. Praising you for simply existing. Indulging in your taste as though you're the sweetest dessert he’s ever had.
Like now, while a deep moan reverberates from the depths of his chest. Filling the car and your ears like music, making your thighs clench around his hips.  
“S’why I call you my sweet girl, you know that?” he murmurs, sucking on his fingers until you’re sure there’s nothing left. And even then some. “So fucking sweet for me. Can’t ever get enough. Gonna get me addicted, baby. Might already have.”
The moment he takes his hand back out, you’re lifting up, and pressing your mouth to his. And you don’t even care if you can taste yourself on his tongue because all you really taste is him.
But the mixture of him, and you, and the slight tang of blood from the busted fibers of his lip is euphoric. Strange but lovely in a way you hadn’t anticipated. 
He seems to understand this despondency, growing a bit more frantic in his need to please. No longer focused on edging as he drops his fingers back to your cunt while his other hand moves for the buttons on your chest.
He pops them free one by one until your equally plain bra is revealed to him. But again, he doesn’t take notice of such things. Instead swallowing thickly at the sight of your breasts that swell behind the cups.
He kisses you again. And again, and again. Then he moves to your cheek and down your neck. Trailing his tongue toward your collarbone and along your sternum. 
You feel restless. Waiting for something – for him. You already know how magical his touch is. You already know the kind of pleasure he provides, and it nearly drives you mad to simply sit in anticipation. Stuck on his time.
Eventually he reaches your chest, lips moving for the curve of your tit before he’s making another noise and sucking into the tender flesh. Nipping at it, pulling it between hungry teeth. Smoothing over the marks with the warmth of his mouth while you reel.
Your hands disappear back into his hair. Stroking the curls almost fondly, nails lightly scratching at his scalp.
He’s always seemed to enjoy this. Instructing that you pull on him as hard as you’d like. That you tug and scratch. That you use him to inflict your pain and your pleasure. That you think of him first and foremost.   
Now is no different. He nuzzles himself further into your breasts while simultaneously sighing with contentment at the way your hand feels against his head. The way you keep him close to your heart. 
You’d keep him forever if you could.
You hardly even notice the way his finger has slipped inside. The way it strokes your delicate walls that flutter from the intrusion, tensing before relaxing in order to allow him in.
“There,” he whispers, pleased with the way your body obeys him. “S’okay. Gonna make it better. I promise.”
And you know he will.
“So tight today, baby,” he says, leaving another kiss to the swell of your chest. Open-mouthed and messy. “Has it been that long?”
You don’t know. You can’t remember the last time he touched you, although you’re almost sure it hasn’t been more than a week. The two of you have become rather insatiable for each other. Chasing after a kind of release you only seem to find within the hands of the other.
Those beautiful green eyes flitter up to yours, studying you closely. Benevolently. “Have you not been taking care of yourself, sweet girl?”
You take a moment to consider what he means before you feel your cheeks warm. Offering him nothing more than a quick shake of your head.
He frowns, brows pulling together. “Why not, hm? Thought you promised you’d try for me. Help make things better when I’m not around.”
You shrug, growing a touch embarrassed. “I know, but…it’s not the same. Don’t like it.”
“Is that right?”
Another shake. “Get bored.”
“Bored,’ he repeats, and there’s a certain glint in his eye. But instead of disappointed, he seems empathetic. “Cause it’s not the same, yeah? Your fingers too small?”
Now you nod, making a noise of agreement. 
He nods along with you, beginning to smirk. “Yeah,” he whispers. “Bet it’s just so frustrating, isn’t it? Trying to find all your sweet, little spots, but just not quite being able to reach?”
You cling to him as he stretches you a bit further. Doing everything you can’t do for yourself. Effortlessly curling his finger into that one spot until you begin to shake.
“Just like that, hm?” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your collarbone. “S’that what you can’t find, baby? S’that what’s so achy?”
And it is. It’s so infuriatingly sore that it almost makes you cry. Wishing you could chase after that feeling until your heart gives out. 
“I bet.” More kisses to your chest. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna fix it, okay? Make it all better again.”
“Please?” you whimper, nails scratching down his broad back. Attempting to pull him closer. 
“Mhm.” He leans forward and brings his lips to yours now. His kiss quick but full of promise. “Always gonna take care of you.”
He begins to thrust the longer digit in and out. Slow enough to work you up but fast enough to leave you wanting more. Coaxing the muscles open before bringing a second finger into play.
The sounds of your wetness being pushed and pulled by his hand are sinful. Sending a chill down your spine and directly into your cunt.
You moan when you feel them, writhing a bit beneath his body until he has to press his leg into yours to keep you still.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he mumbles. Leaving another kiss below your jaw. “Know you can take it, baby. You always do. Don’t you?”
And even if that’s true, you aren’t opposed to the slight sting. Instead invigorated by it and the way he uses great care with you. Wanting to make sure you’re all right so he can please you the way he wants.
Yet somehow, it’s still not enough. Even with the way he curls, and pumps, and thrusts those beautiful digits into your pussy, you feel empty. Barely scratching the surface of that itch as he presses his chest to yours to calm you.
Your noises are becoming more pathetic. Your entire being heaving with the weight of promised pleasure in a way you can’t seem to understand.
His thumb presses into your clit every few minutes, attempting to guide you closer to your release, and it works. The combination making your stomach coil until you nearly see stars. Every cell in your body tightening.
“You close, Cherry?” His free hand moves for your face. Palm pressing into your jaw as the bandage on his knuckles sweeps across your cheek. “Hm? You gonna cum for me?”
And you are. You are, you are. You can almost taste it. Can feel it bubbling up from between your thighs, ready to unravel like the seams on your favorite sweater. 
“Yes,” you gasp, arching from the leather seat. “Yes, please…please don’t stop. Please—”
“Won’t stop,” he promises in a soothing tone, lips ghosting atop yours. “Never stop, I promise. M’gonna be right here until you do, okay? Go ahead. I’ve got you.”
And this is all you need. It happens suddenly and yet far too slowly. Pulling you apart from the inside out. 
You moan so loud, your chest shakes. Eyes rolling back and nails scratching down his spine as it hits you. 
Instantly, he moves his hand from your jaw to your lips. Palm pressing hard against your mouth in order to silence you as he whispers, “Shh, baby. Gotta be quiet for me, okay? It’s okay, you’re all right. Just let go—"
And you do. Allow your body to deplete itself of all energy as he works you through every goddamn second. Dragging it out as far as it’ll go. Increasing the speed of his flicks and thrusts. Pumping your orgasm out of you until it sits in his waiting hand.
“Good,” he breathes before finally removing his hand in order to kiss you quickly. Fingers squeezing the back of your neck as he brings you closer. “So fucking good, there you go. S’okay. Keep going, come on.”
And it’s so good, so wonderful. You feel like you’re floating, high up into the clouds. You decide then that he must be an angel, carrying you in his wings and setting you on a sunset.
But you’re still squirming, seemingly discontented, and he notices far too easily. “You okay, Cher?”
“More,” you whisper faintly. “More…please…”
“More,” he echoes. “My sweet girl wants more. More what, hm? What do you need?”
“More,” is all you say. Once again wiggling your hips down as if to sink his fingers in further. “More, Harry, please.”
“Oh. You want another one. Is that it?”
You nod silently, too strung-out to think in coherent sentences.
He chuckles again, kissing your other cheek before pinching your chin. “All right. Give you as many as you want, baby.”
Feeling incredibly grateful, you allow your trembling limbs to fall slack. Once again settling beneath him as he works to get you to your second.
But even as he resumes the languid but practiced thrusts of his fingers, you feel unsatiated. Eager for something else, but you aren’t sure what.
He realizes before you do. “S’not enough, is it?” he coos. “Need something bigger, don’t you?” 
That’s what it is, and you nod eagerly as your nails scratch down the sleeves of his hoodie. 
“Think you can take something bigger? Think you can take another finger, baby?”
Another nod. Faster, more fervent. Eyes pleading with him to give you anything he has to offer.
He obliges this, glancing down before lining his fingers up, and slowly slipping all three inside.
This stretch is a bit more prominent. He’s deliberately gentle, never giving you more than he assumes you can handle. 
And he watches you closely. Searching for any grimaces or winces of discomfort. 
When he finds none, he seems relieved, kissing up from your chest to your throat once more. “Good girl. There you go.”
You begin to writhe a little more ardently until he has to bring his other hand to your knee in order to press it down into the seat. Keeping you spread and still until you settle.
“Easy,” he coos gently, placing some of his weight onto your thigh. “Gonna have to be good, baby, and relax for me. Let me make you feel good, okay?”
You want to obey. You do, really. But the overstimulation and sensitivity from your first orgasm is almost too much. Making you choke on the heated air until you can hardly breathe.
“Like it when I take care of you, don’t you?” he asks you now. Licking a stripe along your jaw. “Like it when I steal you away from them?”
He’s right, you do. Perhaps you shouldn’t, but there’s something about the way he makes you feel as though you deserve more than this. As though you’re meant for more than the diner. He makes you feel invincible.
“Maybe one day I’ll take you away,” he decides. “Fucking take you from them and make you mine. Forever. For always.”
And you decide you like the sound of that.
Another moment of his strenuous torture passes before he leans back to watch. And you notice something in his face. Utter fascination and lust over the way your body bends to his will. Over the way it stretches around his fingers, the way he pulls it open.
He releases a deep, coarse groan through clenched teeth. Fixated on the way his fingers disappear into your pussy. “Taking me so well, baby. Know you’d take my cock, too, wouldn’t you?”
You whimper miserably, undone by the thought. You can’t deny that you’ve wondered what he’d feel like. All of him, stretching you open. Fucking into you while leaving you a panting mess.
You often imagine what he’s like in bed. In an actual bed and not in the backseat of his car or yours. What he might be like when he’s truly lost himself to the pleasure. Guiding his hips to yours, bending you into a hundred and one positions meant just for his indulgence. 
You wonder if he’d be just as careful as he is now. Just as devoted to you. If he’d be hard and fast or soft and slow. If he has dirty kinks, secret fantasies. If he likes the lights on or off. If he likes the bed or if he likes it up against the wall. 
You hope one day you get to find out. 
“Think you would, yeah?” he continues, sliding his digits all the way to the knuckle. The fibers of the gauze brushing against your clit. “Know you would. Be so good for me. This sweet little pussy would treat me so well, wouldn’t it?”
You nod quickly, pouting at him anxiously.
“I know,” he tuts, finally leaning back over to kiss you again. “Know you’d be such a good girl for me. Let me work you open until you could fit me…let me stretch you just right.”
You reach out for his wrist in search of something to squeeze, and it makes him chuckle. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip until you moan.
“Might take a while,” he muses. “Might take hours. Days. I’ll have to just keep you in my bed until you can fit me, hm?”
He attempts to pull away, but you chase after him. Looping an arm around his neck in order to yank him back to you. 
His smirk feels good against your lips. “M’not going anywhere, sweet girl. Just like to watch you. Bet it’d be fun to watch you take my cock, wouldn’t it? Watch it sink right into this tight little hole.”
He’s evil. Absolutely sadistic and it makes you groan against his tongue until he has to soothe you.
“I know, baby. One day,” he breathes. “I promise. M’gonna take you away and do it right. Make it worth it.”
The thrusting of his fingers becomes more poignant. Enough to drive a plethora of desperate moans from your chest as he nuzzles his nose below your jaw and simply breathes.
“Gonna worship you. Give you everything you deserve.” He sucks in a quiet inhale before dancing his lips along your throat. “Have you sit on my face until I can’t breathe.”
The image has your eyes rolling back. Even if you aren’t sure you’d ever feel comfortable doing so, you’re enamored by the idea. Of the thought of him holding onto your thighs, pressing you down to his mouth. Completely controlling you. 
“Can never breathe when I’m with you, anyway,” he whispers, and you almost don’t catch it. You wonder if you were meant to. “M’gonna do it right, sweet girl. I promise.”
And this is the vow that pulls you through to the other side. Large digits curling up into that one spot that makes your legs shake and you’re falling apart for the second time.
But he still doesn’t stop. Stroking, pressing, pumping even after the tears have begun to slip from your eye. 
“Keep going, there you go. Does it feel good? Feel so good, cumming all over my hand?”
And it does, but you can’t exactly answer. Can’t seem to do anything but cry out as you ride the wave and his fingers as though your life depends on it.
“Doing so good,” he murmurs gently, raising up to kiss you once more. Swallowing your pitiful mewling. “So fucking good, baby. M’so proud of you. Took me so well. So beautiful when you cum, Cherry, you know that? Could watch you forever.”
The sentiment makes your entire body grow warm. You’ve always wondered what you might look like when you orgasm, and truth be told, you imagine it’s not very pretty.
But to hear him say it now – so earnestly – makes your stomach wrench. Nails curling into the seat below as you lift off the leather and knock your chest into his.
He holds you as tight as he can before slowly pulling his fingers out. Relieving you from the overstimulation before putting you back in his mouth. Sucking until a string of saliva drips down his into the gauze on his knuckles. Painting it a much prettier picture than the red has.
After swelling every drop of you with a lewd groan, he finally pulls his hand out, and takes you into his arms. Kissing you through the remnants of the blissful rush.
“So good,” he says again, face burying back into your neck while stroking your thigh with his soaked fingers. “Always make me so proud.”
Your limbs tangle with his as you both slouch into the backseat. Allowing your heart beats to synchronize into one, steady rhythm. 
And once they have, you begin to grin. “Harry?”
“Mm?”
“Thank you.”
He exhales a soft laugh before leaning back onto his knees to get a good look at you. “What for, sweet girl?”
“Just for…this, I suppose,” you mumble shyly. “For all of it. Tonight. Standing up for me and…you know, this part.”
His chuckle becomes a bit more smug. “Are you thanking me for making you cum?”
“I’m…trying. I think.”
“Hm.” His grin is playful and so damn charming as he dips back down to hover his lips near yours. “Don’t have to thank me, Cherry. Believe me. It’s my pleasure.”
His teasing remark makes you giggle, and you kiss him hard before he has the chance to leave you again.
You kiss for a while. A long while. Until you can hardly breathe, your muscles beginning to ache and your eyelids beginning to grow heavy from the lack of sleep in this early morning hour. 
It’s not until you actually yawn that Harry finally remembers to pull himself away and reach for the panties around your ankles. “Shit, it’s late, isn’t it? Know I’ve kept you longer than I should have.”
With a quick shake of your head, you push up onto your elbows. “No. I’m fine, I promise. Just…cumming makes me sleepy, I guess. And you’re so warm. It’s nice.”
This makes him smile again, and that dimple of his makes your heart ache. “You know I’d keep you in this car until the sun came up if I could.”
“I know.” Your fingers outstretch for his hoodie, tangling into the material on his stomach while he guides your underwear back up around your hips. “Maybe one day, yeah?”
His expression softens, and you almost swear you see a flash of sadness behind that sage green. “Yeah. Maybe.”
It’s quiet as you rebutton your dress and pull the hem back down. And even quieter as Harry opens the door and slips out of the car, extending his hand toward you in order to help you out as well.
But once you’ve straightened up and turned to face him, you see that something has changed. A look of longing that hadn’t been there before etched between those scarred features.
His thumb brushes just beneath your eye and then down to your lips. Tracing the lines and dips before he sighs and cradles your cheek in his palm. “Are you gonna be all right?”
You place your hand over his and squeeze. “Are you?”
Another deep breath. Heavier and more forlorn. “You know I’ll try.”
“Promise?”
His forehead meets yours, and you both still. “I promise.”
And you choose to believe him.
You say goodbye, and regretfully let him go. Shaky legs carrying you back to your car as his eyes follow you all the way. Making sure you get there safely before you take off down the road and leave him behind.
A few nights later, you’re back for your next shift. And truth be told, you’re almost excited. Because having to go so long without him feels like a form of punishment. Like your days aren’t nearly as bright without him. And neither are your nights.
You can’t help but count the seconds as you go about your evening. Unable to distract yourself with the pastries no matter how hard you try. Thoughts drifting back to those chocolate curls and that devilish smile.
When midnight strikes, you feel relieved. Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding as you grab your notepad and slip out of the kitchen. Ready to greet him in his favorite booth.
But the moment you slip past the door, you find that the diner is empty. Not a single customer to greet you as you scan the floor in search of that familiar face. Even a glimpse of his shoes or the sound of his voice.
But the booth is empty, the diner is quiet, and it’s 12:06. 
Your stranger isn’t here.
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be-with-me-so-happily · 5 months
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This weekend is my grandpa's memorial service. With that, and all the family coming into town, I'll be a bit quiet on here.
BUT... I am itching to get back to writing, and feel like I need to dip my toes back into the fanfic water. So, if you have any short blurb concepts, please send them my way.
And thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sticking around while I step back and take the time to grieve this loss. It means the world to me that you're still here, encouraging and supporting me.
🩷 Bee xx
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"spam liking will get you blocked" spam liking will get you a kiss on the mouth
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be-with-me-so-happily · 5 months
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Ahhhh! Thank you so much for putting Wet Drip Dry on your reading list! That means so much to me!
OCTOBER'S READING LIST
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☆ 1st - spit: the grammy's // @pretendingboyfriends [harry styles] ☆ 2nd - such a good girl // @footballffbarbiex [football rpf] ☆ 3rd - best friend's dad // @jarofstyles  [harry styles] ☆ 4th - best friend's dad ii // @jarofstyles  [harry styles] ☆ 5th - guilty // @jarofstyles [harry styles] ☆ 6th - letting loose // @jarofstyles  [harry styles] ☆ 7th - relaxation & revelations // @jarofstyles  [harry styles] ☆ 8th - biggest fan // @masonjpg  [football rpf] ☆ 9th - wet, drip, dry // @be-with-me-so-happily  [harry styles] ☆ 10th - aventuras em Miami // @devilishchaos  [football rpf] ☆ 11th - innocent // @eveningepiphany  [football rpf] ☆ 12th - and i love you like never before // @ladymarycrawley  [football rpf] ☆ 13th - nothing else // @pretendingboyfriends  [harry styles] ☆ 14th - daddy issues [pt.1] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 15th - daddy issues [pt.2] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles]
☆ 16th - daddy issues [pt.3] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 17th - daddy issues [pt.4] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 18th - daddy issues [pt.5] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 19th - daddy issues [pt.6] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 20th - daddy issues [pt.7] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 21st - daddy issues [pt.8] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 22nd - daddy issues [pt.9] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 23rd - daddy issues [pt.10] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 24th - daddy issues [pt.11] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 25th - daddy issues [pt.12] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 26th - daddy issues [pt.13] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 27th - daddy issues [pt.14] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 28th - daddy issues [pt.15] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 29th - daddy issues [pt.16] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 30th - daddy issues [pt.17] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 31st - daddy issues [pt.18] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles]
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