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DESIRE II.

A/N: aaahhh!! thank you so much for all the love you showed this story, im so happy you liked it as much as i do! as i was working on the sequel i realized this ain't gonna be just two parts, so it is now officially a mini series, a third part is gonna come. im excited for you to read this second part, pls let me know what you thought, how you liked it, im so curious!💜💜

PAIRING: older!dad’s-bestfriend!Harry x reader

WARNINGS: smut

WORD COUNT: 8.7k

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“Good morning, birthday girl!”

Harry’s raspy morning voice murmurs against your neck, pulling you from your shallow slumber. A lazy smile stretches across your face as you sigh in satisfaction, his arm across your waist tightening around you, your back pressing against his hard, naked chest. The silky sheets are messily draped across your body, your legs tangled with his and you feel his thigh push between yours until it meets your dampening core.

“Mmm, good morning,” you breathe out when his hand sprawls out on your stomach and he guides you to grind against his thigh, his hardening cock poking at your ass, but he doesn’t seem to care about his pleasure, only yours. His soft lips nibble on the skin of your shoulder as your breathing hitches while you start grinding your hips in a steady rhythm against him. While you could easily cum just by this action, you want more. You always want more when it comes to Harry.

“H, need you inside,” you gasp, turning around, but before you could get on top of him, he pushes you into the mattress of his king sized bed, a giggle slipping through your lips before he busies them with his own. Your hands wander down his well-sculpted back until you reach his very naked and amazingly round ass, grabbing it shamelessly, making him gasp against your mouth.

“Cheeky,” he smirks at you, kissing the tip of your nose before he buries his face into the crook of your neck, grinding his hips against yours, his hard cock slides through your dripping wet lips. He keeps rocking like this, the tip of him pokes at your clit a few times, making you ache for more and even though it’s your birthday, you know he wants to hear you beg for him.

“Harry, please! I need you!”

The magic words: I need you, I want you, please, I beg you. Harry loves when you fall apart for him, beg for him to please you, it’s surely a kink of his even if he doesn’t admit it. Not that you mind, it excites you to see his eyes light up at your words, he always looks ready to devour you.

“Anything for my babygirl,” he growls, kissing you hard as he reaches down, grabs the base of his cock confidently, guiding him into you like he has done it so many times in the past two months.

Yes, it’s been that long since that one weekend at the cabin where your whole world turned upside down and you both confessed to each other how much you desired the other. For a while, you surely thought it was just a fever dream, but when you spent the night at Harry’s two days later because you just couldn’t stay apart any longer, it became reality. You’ve been in a kind of honeymoon daze since then, not able to get enough of each other, practically spending every night together. You had stuff at his place and you also emptied two drawers for him at yours just three weeks into your relationship.

He has been treating you like an absolute princess, spoiling you to death, being the partner you’ve always imagined yourself to be with. You’ve fallen for the man fast and hard, though you haven’t said the words yet, afraid he might get frightened from how deep your feelings for him are rooting.

It’s been a secret between you, him and your mutual friends, Sarah and Mitch. Though it wasn’t your choice to tell them, they wanted to surprise Harry with dinner at his after he claimed to go out of town for business, but in real life he spent the weekend with you in his bedroom. The two of them walked into Harry’s place with the spare keys he gave them a while ago while the two of you were on the couch, completely naked and lost in each other.

It was awkward at first, a lot of sorry and oh shit! mumbled in a hurry and you were afraid of what they would say. You’ve known them for a while yourself, Sarah is a good friend of yours, she was there at you college graduation and you were there at their wedding, you feared what their reaction would be to your relationship with Harry.

Once the awkwardness settled it became clear that they are so glad to see two of their friends happy together.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” you asked anxiously fumbling with the hem of the hoodie you quickly put on. Sarah smiled at you, squeezing your hand sweetly.

“Because of the age? Hun, I always knew you’re a lot more mature than your age and I know Harry treats you right. Nothing else matters.”

It was the relief you’ve been secretly seeking. To get the approval of someone close to you, to think that it’s how everything will go down with your family as well, though that moment hasn’t come yet.

“Let me make my girl feel good on her birthday,” Harry murmurs into your ear, sucking on the soft skin underneath as he pounds into you hard, just how you like it.

“Fuck, Harry!” you moan, your back arching from the way he hits just the right angle with every thrust.

“Cum for me, baby!” he pleads and you pull his head back to look him in the eyes.

“Want to cum with you,” you breathe out panting. Usually, he is the one to tell you when you can cum, but today, he wouldn’t deny anything from you.

“Okay,” he chokes out, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as he keeps up his steady rhythm.

One of his hands moves down between your sweaty bodies, his thumb starting to circle on your clit and it quickly throws you closer to your release.

“Harry! I’m gonna cum!” you warn him and he picks up his pace so he is as close to his orgasm as you are.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me!” He suffocates your moan with his mouth pressing to yours, his tongue melting together with yours right when you finally reach your high, a moment later he follows you.

He growls at the feeling of your walls tightening around his pulsing cock, emptying himself into you to the last drop, riding his orgasm in sync with yours. He slows his movements down and then comes to a stop, peppering your parted lips with sweet kisses before he lifts his head, staring down at you with a pleased grin on his handsome face.

“Happy twenty-fifth birthday, baby.”

Though you’d love to spend the day in bed with Harry, your birthday is a weekday, a Thursday to be exact, so you both have places to be, but he still cleared his schedule for the morning so he can spend it with you. While you take a shower he makes you breakfast and you eat together before getting ready to leave for the day.

“Do you want me to pick you up tonight?” he offers, turning to face you while he is buttoning his shirt. Sitting on the edge of the bed you’re pulling a pair of tights up your legs before slipping into your black dress.

“Arriving together to my birthday dinner? Won’t that be suspicious?” you ask teasingly as you turn your back to him. He zips up the dress without you even asking for it.

“We could say we came from the same direction,” he shrugs.

Keeping your relationship a secret hasn’t been easy, carrying with you for so long definitely messes with your head, but you both agreed it needs to be revealed at the right time and place with a lot of care and thoughtfulness. While you discussed the opportunity to reveal it tonight at your birthday dinner with your family and friends to which Harry is invited as well, you figured it might not be the best timing, so you agreed to keep the secret a little longer.

“Nice of you, but I have a meeting until six, I’ll barely get to the restaurant on time. Just go on your own, I’ll see you there.”

Turning around you cup his face and kiss him shortly before rushing away to find your shoes.

You have a busy morning at work, having started a new project not long ago, your schedule is full until lunch time. Your favorite coworker, Isha is kind enough to bring you food on her lunch run, so the two of you wind out in your office, having a feast. She is telling you about her romantic weekend with her husband she married just last year when there’s a knock on the door and Willa, the girl from the front desk pokes her head inside.

“Hi, sorry to bother, but this came for you,” she walks in smiling widely, holding a gorgeous bouquet of flowers with a card in the middle of it.

“Oh! Thank you!” you breathe out a little overwhelmed, taking the flowers from her and putting it in a vase on your desk.

“Who is that from?” Isha gasps, curiously eyeing you as you grab the card from it and read the words written inside.

Happy birthday baby. I know we parted just hours ago in the morning, but I can’t wait to see you again tonight. – H xx

A stupid grin stretches across your face as you sigh reading his words. It’s hard to imagine you used to exist next to and so close to each other without being actually together.

“Y/N, are you dating someone and you haven’t told me?” Isha gasps, pretending to be hurt, but you know she is not mad.

“Um, yeah, kinda,” you smile to yourself sitting back into your chair next to her.

“Tell me the details! What is he like?”

“He is… great. The best actually,” you chuckle softly. “A bit older than me though, but it’s working just fine.”

“If he is not some weirdo in his sixties, age doesn’t matter,” she shrugs, making you laugh.

“He is definitely not.”

“How did you guys meet?”

“I’ve known him for a long time. When Emmett and I broke up he ended up being there for me completely randomly and… things just happened,” you shrug shyly, remembering that time in the cabin. It was hard to leave on Sunday, especially since after you both agreed to give it a chance you barely left the bedroom or put on any clothes. It was like one long erotic dream.

“That is so cute, how you found each other after knowing each other for a long time! I’m rooting for you, girl!” she cheers, making you laugh before you move on to something else.

Your day doesn’t slow down in the afternoon either, one meeting follows the other and you keep answering phone calls and texts from friends and family to wish you a happy birthday. When it’s finally six and you’re free from the office you leave in a hurry so you can get to the restaurant on time. Harry texted you about fifteen minutes ago that he was already on his way, so he must be there soon.

Your mom likes to have dinners when your family is celebrating something, inviting the close family and friends for a nice time together. Tonight it’s gonna be your parents, your younger sister Bailey and her girlfriend Sana, your brother Jackson, your mom’s sister Amalie and your two cousins, the twins, Eva and Connor, your mom’s best friend Frida who is like a second aunt to you, her husband Richard and of course, Harry. Usually, this is the core that celebrates together, only the significant others of the younger ones changing from time to time.

Unfortunately, there’s heavy traffic on your way to the dinner, so you’re running a little late. By the time you walk in and the hostess shows you to the table everyone is there.

“So sorry, there was an accident two blocks away and I could barely get past it.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” your mom smiles standing up so she can envelope you in a hug. You go around the table, greeting everyone, leaving Harry last.

He stands from the table, pulling you into his arms, squeezing you gently as he hugs you short, not able to have his ways with you just now.

“Hi,” you breathe out with a small smile before letting go of him, taking your seat right across from him. “Alright, now that everyone is here, let’s order—“

“Actually,” your father speaks up. “Not everyone is here.”

You look around, but see no one missing, this is everyone you were expecting tonight, so you give a confused look for your father, until you see the extra chair with the table set there as well.

Just as your dad is about to explain, a tall figure appears at the table, he clearly knows you, but you have no idea who he is. Your dad stands and he pats the stranger’s shoulder, as if they are old friends.

“Y/N, let me introduce you Roman. You remember James Frankel? He came skiing with us a few years ago. Roman is his son, he was supposed to come to that trip as well, but he was… where were you, son?”

“I was finishing up my law degree in London.”

You almost gag at the response, even though he is not speaking like he is full of himself and above everyone, but you’re simply not interested in what he was doing three years ago.

“Uh-huh, sure,” you hum with a forced smile.

“I invited him here tonight, thought you two would have a lot in common,” your dad grins, pushing Roman towards you, who holds out his hand for you.

“Hi, I’m Roman. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you smile, shaking his hand awkwardly before giving your dad a meaningful look, but he chooses to ignore it as he gestures for Roman to take the empty seat.

Right next to Harry.

It’s so obvious what this is about, your dad had attempts like this before, but you’ve forgotten about it while you were with Emmett. Now as far as he knows you’re single and it seems like he is back at playing cupid.

As the waiter takes your orders and the conversation starts around the table, you peek at Harry, who is sitting next to Roman awfully quietly. Quite clearly, he is not a fan of his presence, but he is not the only one.

“Y/N, Roman used to play volleyball as well,” your dad quips in when you’re having a conversation with Connor.

“Yeah? Fun!”

“Y/N played for ten years, she had to stop when she started college,” your dad explains, but you wish he’d just stop talking.

“It was a long time ago.”

“You couldn’t continue in college?” Roman asks.

“I was too busy and couldn’t fit practice into my schedule,” you shrug, taking a sip from your drink.

“But she still likes to watch games,” your dad tells Roman and you already know where it’s heading.

“Dad—“

“Really? Maybe we could watch a game together sometime!” Roman enthuses.

“I’m sorry, but—“

“That’s an excellent idea!” your dad cuts you off and you clench your jaw how he answers for you, like you’re a child.

Huffing to yourself your eyes hover over Harry, who sits there like it’s pure torture for him. Carefully, you nudge his leg under the table and it makes his eyes snap up at you. Giving him a soft smile you try to tell him how sorry you are and he just shakes his head, knowing it’s not your fault your dad is trying to set you up with someone.

As the evening carries on, it just gets worse and worse. Your dad works so hard to make Roman appealing for you, but you try to dodge every attempt with more or less luck. It’s getting on your nerves and you feel so sorry for Harry who needs to sit this through. At one point he excuses himself and you see him disappear to the terrace of the place. Chewing on your bottom lip you sit and wait before standing up from the table, saying that you need to use the restroom, but then you head after Harry.

“Hey, everything alright?” you ask him, gently squeezing his bicep as you join him.

“Yeah, just… needed some fresh air,” he nods with a weak smile, but you can tell he is lying.

“Harry, I’m sorry about the whole Roman thing. My dad can be so annoying about this.”

“It’s not your fault, you didn’t invite him.”

“I know, but I feel bad that you need to sit it through. Looking around you make sure no one you know is anywhere near before you reach up and cup his face, kissing his lips softly. “It’s weird, but we just have to make it till the end and then we are going home, together.”

“In separate cars,” he mumbles under his breath and you realize why he is so bitter.

“Harry, you know now is not the right time to come clean, we talked about this and you agreed.”

“Yeah, but back then I didn’t know you’d have a date set up for tonight.”

“It’s not a date and you know he has no shots at me,” you smile at him, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb. You can’t miss how he leans into your touch.

“He would be a nice fit for you though.” “No one is a nice fit, except the man I’m dating and that’s you.”

He exhales sharply through his nose, he looks so much younger now, not at all like the confident man you usually see, but this is him too.

“I’m sorry, it’s just hard that I can’t act like I want to when I’m with you.”

“I know, it’s shitty. But we’ll figure it out and it’ll all be in the past soon, okay?”

He nods shyly and leaning down he kisses your lips softly before parting from you. To not make it suspicious, you actually go to the restroom while Harry goes back to the table.

Returning you stop at the bar where Bailey, Sana and Eva are asking for another round of drinks, so you help them out, but then suddenly Roman appears.

“Ladies, can I borrow the birthday girl for a word?”

You plead your sister with your eyes, but she is so oblivious, doesn’t get it at all, the three of them leaving in a hurry, believing they are doing you a favor. When it’s just you and him, he turns to you with a small, knowing smile.

“I have a feeling you are not really a fan of me,” he chuckles softly and suddenly, you feel guilty.

“It’s not that you are not a nice guy, I’m just… not interested.” Roman glances in the direction of the table where your dad is now talking about something with Harry, who is seemingly a little more relieved, your little chat must have eased him.

“Does your dad know that you’re dating his friend?”

“What?” you ask, your stomach dropping to the floor. “H-how do you…”

“Come on, Y/N. I saw the way he looks at you and how he looked at me upon arriving. He was ready to kill me. And I also saw you sneak out to him just minutes ago.”

“Roman, it’s not—“

“You don’t have to explain anything, Y/N. It’s not my business. And if you chose him, he must be treating you right.”

His words touch you, because he must be a gentleman to handle this situation so well. You give him a grateful but also empathic smile.

“I’m sorry, Roman.”

“Don’t be. You’re just doing what’s best for you, I wouldn’t want to mess with that.”

To show him how thankful you really are for the way he is handling it, you pull him into a friendly hug that he returns gladly. The two of you return to the table, your dad watches you curiously, probably wants to know what you talked about, but that he’ll never find out.

At the end of the evening your dad pulls you to the side and you already know what it’s gonna be about.

“So, are you gonna meet him again?”

“Roman? No, don’t think so.” His face falls at your answer.

“What? Why? But he is so nice and I can tell you guys had a good time tonight!”

“Dad, I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to set me up with anyone, alright? I don’t need your assistance.”

“I’m sorry I want to see you happy,” he grumbles under his breath and you roll your eyes at him.

“I am happy!” you argue, but it doesn’t seem like he believes you.

“I just thought that after that bastard Emmett you’d want to meet someone who is… good for you. Roman is such a brilliant young man, what’s the problem with him?”

“There’s no problem, I’m just… not interested.”

An unreadable expression flashes through his face as his lips part before he clears his throat.

“Y/N, you know you can tell us anything…” he then gently says, but you’re not entirely sure what he is talking about.

“Yeah?”

“So if you happened to be seeing someone… a woman maybe, you can…”

“Dad,” you stop him with a chuckle. “I’m not seeing a woman, okay?” You find it sweet that he thinks you’d be afraid to come out, when your sister has done it years ago and you were there, you saw how supportive they were.

“Alright. Okay,” he nods to himself. “Then I’m sorry if I ruined your dinner, Sweetie.”

“You didn’t,” you sigh, pulling him into a hug.

It hurts to lie to him. Or maybe it’s not lying but you’re still not telling him the truth when he’s always just wanted to see you happy and now that you are, you’re not sharing the whole picture with him. But you keep thinking about what he might say or do if he finds out that you’re dating a man fourteen years older than you, who also happens to be one of his best friends.

For a split second, you think about telling him, about not carrying this weight any longer, but you remember that it must be something you do together with Harry, so you talk yourself down.

You bid goodbye to everyone who is still there, thank them for coming and head out to your car. Checking your phone you see that Harry has texted you that he already left and he’ll see you at his place. With an excited smile, you start the car and head after him.

“Hi!” you call out for him upon arriving, locking the door behind you after the Sarah and Mitch incident. He is waiting for you in his living room, he has dimmed the lights so you can see the amazing view of the city through the floor to ceiling windows of his apartment. He is waiting for you with two glasses of wine and oh boy, he is one hell of a sight! He has undone the first few buttons on his shirt, rolled the sleeves up and his suit jacket is lying on the back of the couch. His tattoos are peeking out from under the white fabric and you just can’t wait to tear it all off of him.

“Hey,” he smiles at you shyly. Talking over he hands you one of the glasses.

“You want to get me drunk?” you chuckle, clinking your glass against his.

“Isn’t it what young people do?” he cocks an eyebrow playfully and you swat his chest.

“Stop calling me young as if you were some old bloke.”

“But I am old.”

“Just older than me. You’re not old. Have you seen yourself in the gym?”

“So that’s why you want to come to the gym with me? To stalk me?” he chuckles, taking a sip from his drink.

“I’m just keeping an eye on you,” you chuckle and leaning closer you peck his lips. His free hand comes up to cup your jaw and when you want to pull back he keeps you in place, kissing you again but this time a lot deeper and more passionate. Your toes curl in your heels as his tongue melts against yours, he tastes like wine and mint, he surely had a gum on his way back home.

“So, we still have about two hours left of your birthday,” he hums against your lips, peppering them with tiny kisses.

“I have a few things on my mind that we could do,” you grin seductively and he smirks back at you.

“You little minx. But I owe you something before we do all of those.”

“Owe me something?”

“I haven’t even given you your birthday gift.”

“You did, you sent me those pretty flowers,” you argue as you watch him step away from you. Walking over to the coffee table he places his glass down before grabbing the neatly wrapped little box that’s been lying there and you haven’t even noticed.

“You didn’t think that was all I had planned for you, did you?” he chuckles, maybe a tad bit offended that you actually thought the flowers were his present.

“I’m sorry, I’m not used to being spoiled this much,” you mumble, your cheeks heating up as he walks back to you.

“Well, you better get used to it, because that’s what I’m gonna be doing. Happy birthday.”

He exchanges the box to your wine glass so you have both hands free and you start tearing the silver packaging off excitedly, revealing a flat velvety box that has you gasping.

“Harry, I hope you didn’t spend a fortune on this,” you warn him, though you already know he probably did and he would do it again if he had the chance.

“Just… open it,” he urges you with glistening eyes, a boyish excitement playing in his features.

Dropping the wrapping paper to the couch next to you, you pop the lid of the box open and reveal a gorgeous diamond necklace, the kind every girl dreams of once owning.

“Harry…” you breathe out, running a finger gently over the several little diamonds that make up the plated necklace, they are shining bright as the light hits them.

“Do you like it?” he asks shyly.

“Are you crazy? I love it! But I don’t want you to spend so much on me!” you sigh, but you’re still so touched he gifted you with such a beautiful thing, especially because you just know he picked it himself. He is not the kind to get his assistant to buy gifts in his name, so it makes it even more special. “Help me put it on?”

Nodding he places your glass to the table beside his and as you turn around he takes the necklace from the box and wraps it around your neck, clasping it securely at the back, his fingers delicately brushing over the skin on the back of your neck before he places a soft kiss to it as well.

“Nothing can stop me from spending money on the woman I love.”

Your eyes widen at his words and you turn around so fast you almost lose balance, but his hands grab your waist to steady you on your feet. You see the blush on his cheeks as he stares back at you, while you feel your heart hammering in your chest at his confession.

“You love me?” you breathe out, your hands coming up to cup his face in your palms.

“I do. Does it… scare you?” He nervously fidgets with the fabric of your dress on your waist as he tries to read your expression that’s a mixture of shock and pure happiness.

“Say it, please” you plea, pressing yourself up against his chest.

“I love you, Y/N,” he breathes out, his green irises practically burning into your gaze. Biting your bottom lip to contain your growing grin, you push yourself up to your tiptoes, your noses brushing against each other as you speak up.

“I love you too, Harry.”

Your lips press against his and you can feel his relief over your words, but how silly it was of him to think you wouldn’t require his love when you’ve been dreading to say it to him for weeks now.

“Are we gonna spend the remaining time of my birthday wisely, Mr. Styles?” you grin against his lips, his hands moving up your thighs under your dress, his fingers digging into your flesh as he nibbles on your jawline.

“What do you have in mind?” he hums.

“Would you like to see me in my birthday gift?”

He pulls back, a confused look on his face since the necklace is already on you.

“I mean… only in it,” you correct yourself, his face lights up immediately as he scans over your body with a hungry look.

“Maybe the heels could stay too,” he suggests and you grin at him satisfied with his reaction.

“Yeah, that too.”

You can barely finish your sentence, he picks you up easily and rushes towards the bedroom, your giggles echoing in the apartment until they turn into moans and screams of his name.

To make up for the fact that you couldn’t really celebrate your birthday as a real couple, it was Harry’s idea to have dinner with Sarah and Mitch on Saturday, since they are the only ones who know about your romance. Of course, except Roman, who saw it right away on Thursday, but he vowed not to say a word to anyone.

You spend most of Saturday morning with Isha, going to the nail salon and for a small shopping spree since next weekend is gonna be her and her husband’s wedding anniversary. When she asked if you’d be up for a girl’s day you were so excited about it. A lot of your friends were from college, which you attended with Emmett and following the breakup, most of them, for some unknown reason took his side. You bet he shit talked about you nonstop and that’s how he got them to turn their back to you, but if they are so gullible, it’s not even a loss for you. You’re doing more than okay with Isha, who has grown to be such a good friend of yours lately.

Harry is forced to take care of some work in the morning, so after a quick breakfast at yours, where you sent the night, you part ways. You’re having a blast, gossiping all morning while getting your nails done, talking about all your colleagues you both hate. Then comes the shopping spree and in the middle, you settle for a little diner to grab lunch. While waiting for the food you text Harry back, he updated you just about an hour ago that he was done at the office so he’s heading home.

“Are you still not gonna tell me more about your mysterious man?” Isha wiggles her eyebrows at you over the table.

“What do you want to know?” you chuckle softly, placing your phone down to the table.

“You could start with telling me his name.”

“It’s Harry.”

“Oh, nice. Do you have a picture with him?”

Do you? Oh, of course you do. You have plenty in your gallery, photos only you and him have seen, no one else before. You hesitate, whether it’s a good idea to show her one, but you’re already planning on coming clean to your family too, telling Isha more about Harry won’t hurt.

Grabbing the phone you open the gallery and look for your favorite picture of the two of you. It was taken in his spacious closet on an evening you were spending the night at his. You were wearing one of his shirts and a pair of shorts while he only had a pair of grey sweatpants on, holding you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist as you took the picture in his huge mirror. It’s so simple and domestic, you just love the vibe you always get from looking at it.

You show the screen to Isha who gasps right away seeing the photo.

“Oh my God! He is so hot!”

“Yeah, he is,” you chuckle shyly.

“And you guys look so good together! Okay, I’m obsessed!” she cheers and demands to see more, so you swipe a few to show her a few other photos together. “What does he do?”

“Don’t ask me that, because I’m not entirely sure,” you chuckle. “But he took over the business my dad used to lead.

“Oh, so he knows your dad!”

“Well,” you frown a little. “Truth is they are… kind of best friends.”

“Then they get along pretty well, what’s wrong with that?”

“Dad doesn’t really know that we are dating.”

“Oh…” she breathes out, understanding the situation. “Are you planning to tell him?”

“Yeah, of course. It’s just hard to find the right time, you know? I have no idea how he’ll react and I don’t want this to ruin their friendship or my relationship with my dad. It’s such a shitty situation.”

It feels so liberating to finally share your thoughts with someone, you haven’t been able to do that and you only now realizing how it’s been eating you away.

“He might get upset at first, but I’m sure he loves you both enough to settle and just be happy for you.”

“I’m hoping that’s what’s gonna happen, too,” you sigh. It would break your heart to see any of them unhappy because of something related to you. They’ve been such good friends, if your dad cut Harry out it would be so devastating for him and you don’t even want to imagine a version where your father stops talking to you because of Harry. You can only hope for the best.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Isha asks with a soft look. Your gaze snaps up to meet hers and you feel your throat tighten as you nod.

“Yeah. I really do.”

“I can tell that.”

“I mean…” you breathe out shakily. “It’s gotten to the point that if he asked me to marry him now, I would do it without a second thought and we’ve only been together for two months,” you confess and you can tell Isha is surprised by your honesty. “I know, it’s crazy,” you chuckle bitterly, wiping a tear away that escaped the corner of your eye.

“No, it’s not,” she shakes her head. “I mean, I knew Flynn was the one for me probably after the third date, so it’s definitely not crazy.”

“I just always thought I’m the kind who’d think a marriage through so deeply and only tie the knot if we’ve been together for years and I still feel the same, but with Harry… I just know that I want to be with him for the rest of my life. I can’t explain it, but I just know.”

“You don’t have to explain how you feel, it’s enough that you know what it means,” she tells you, her hand finding yours over the table as she squeezes it gently.

“Thanks,” you chuckle lightly. “I was starting to think I lost my mind.”

“You can always come to me when you want someone to tell you you’re not crazy,” she chuckles, making you laugh too.

You feel relaxed and refreshed by the time you get home to get ready for dinner. It excites you that you and Harry will be out and about like a normal couple, having dinner with friends without having to pretend like you are just old friends when you share a bed almost every night. You chose a place with special care, where you know your parents or their friends would never appear so you can have a peaceful time together.

You put on a tight red dress that you’ve been dying to wear somewhere, but you just never had the occasion. Harry arrives a little earlier than you expected, so you tell him to come up and wait for you while you finish with your hair. Leaving the door open you rush back into the bathroom to keep curling your hair in loose locks to top your look.

“Hiya!” he calls out, walking into the small apartment.

“Bathroom!”

You hear his footsteps get closer and closer until he appears in your sight, wearing a navy blue suit with his usual crispy white shirt underneath and when he sees you, his lips part, his eyes trailing down your body with so much hunger and lust in them, it turns you on a bit too.

“Wow,” he breathes out in awe as you finish the last curl and put the curling iron aside to cool, stepping out of the bathroom.

“You like it?”

“I fucking love it,” he chuckles, his hands find your waist and he pulls you to him, kissing your lips sweetly. “Can’t wait to see you out of it though,” he adds cheekily and you just wink at him, rushing off to put on your heels.

When you get into his car and he starts driving, his hand instantly moving to your thigh as the other one lazily holds the wheel. You grab the one on your thigh and lace your fingers together, bringing it up to your lips to kiss his knuckles. He peeks at you smiling and your heart skips a beat as your conversation with Isha replays in your head from earlier today.

There’s no doubt you’d marry this man in an instant, he is the one for you. And you’ll do anything and everything to keep him by your side for as long as you can.

Sarah and Mitch are always great company and it’s a relief you and Harry share some friends. He obviously runs in different circles than you, so it’s nice to find common things and people.

The restaurant you chose is one of the high end ones, but because of the general aesthetic of the place, it’s more popular between younger crowds, ruling out the chance to run into your parents or someone they know. It’s so thrilling to walk into a place holding hands with Harry, have him kiss whenever he pleases and his hand ends up on your thigh under the table as well, but you don’t have to hide it this time.

The evening is going amazing, you’re having a great time. It’s got you thinking that this could be your everyday if you came clear, no worries, no stress, just being with the man you love the way you want. It strengthens your thought that you need to make it become your reality as soon as possible.

However it seems like your luck does not last until the end of the evening. The start of the downfall is when you spot a familiar face, a so called friend you shared with Emmett who hasn’t talked to you since the breakup. You and Vivian were good friends through college and though after graduation you couldn’t keep in touch as frequently as you wished, you still considered her as a close friend. It all turned into dust when she stopped answering your texts and calls after the weekend you broke up with Emmett. You have no idea what he told her to make her take his side, but you didn’t even bother to search for answers because in all honesty, you didn’t care anymore. Anyone who takes Emmett’s side over yours should not be in your life in any way.

You’re already waiting on dessert when Vivian walks in with two other girls you recognize from school but you never really knew them. She is laughing, linking her arm together with one of the girls as they are walked to their table not too far from yours and your throat goes dry when her eyes meet yours. The smile vanishes from her face and disgust fills her eyes as she stares back at you. Her gaze moves over to Harry next to you, then back to you and contempt is dripping from her look.

You don’t understand it. It seems like she knows who Harry is but she never met him, what is going on?

“Everything alright?” Harry’s hand squeezes your thigh under the table, grabbing your attention from Vivian. You turn to him with a forced smile, nodding.

“Yeah, of course,” you mumble.

You try your best to ignore her, but she just falls right into your vision, it’s almost impossible not to look at her every now and then. Especially because she’s not trying to hide her stares thrown in your way.

When you see her get up and head to the restroom, you just know you have to go after her. Your table is mostly done with eating so you excuse yourself and go after her, your heart beating up in your throat.

As you push the door open to the ladies’ restroom you stop in your track when you see that she is standing right there, arms folded over her chest, waiting for you.

“You really got the nerve, parading out in public with your sugardaddy, huh?” she snickers and it feels like a punch in your stomach.

“Viv, what are you talking about?” She lets out a vicious laugh, shaking her head at you.

“How you betrayed Emmett. That’s what I’m talking about.”

“I betrayed him? This has got to be a joke,” you scoff.

“Don’t stress yourself, he told us everything. But you’ve got a thick skin to be out and about with the man you cheated on him with.”

Your mouth almost hangs open. Emmett is going around, telling everyone you cheated on him with Harry? Is he out of his fucking mind?

“And you believed him without even asking me about it? I thought we were friends, Viv.”

“Friends don’t treat others the way you did.”

“I never cheated on Emmett. And it’s pathetic that he goes around, talking shit about me because he can’t accept that I dumped him for being an immature, ignorant ass,” you snap back, needing to defend yourself and your reputation even if you’ll probably never be friends with the people that turned against you.

“Funny, so why were you with him at your dad’s cabin that weekend? Emmett told me all about how he found you with him there when you were supposed to spend the weekend together. How old is he by the way? Are you really that desperate to be with someone that you jump at the first man that walks into the room? Did you turn into one of those leeches that live on older men’s money?”

At this point, you can’t help but laugh. This cannot be happening, right?

“I’m actually surprised you believe every damn word that leaves his mouth, Vivian. I thought you were smarter than this. I would say I’m hurt by how badly you don’t trust me, but honestly… it doesn’t deserve the energy. I hope you’ll enjoy kissing Emmett’s lying ass in the future. And for the record, Emmett is just a ridiculous excuse of a man. He could never be the man Harry is.”

Before she could react to anything you said, you turn around and walk out, chest heaving and your hands are shaking. Returning to the table you try to play it off, but you can’t fool Harry.

“Y/N?” he whispers quietly, but you just shake your head.

“Later,” you mumble and plaster a fake smile onto your face for the rest of the dinner.

Soon enough, you get ready to leave and you can’t help yourself from peeking in Vivian’s way. She is staring at you with a hard expression and when Harry’s hand moves to your lower back, you swear you see a grimace on her face before she turns back to her plate.

Saying goodbye to Sarah and Mitch, you go back to Harry’s car and head home finally. The ride back to his place is quiet, you know he is dying to ask about what happened, but he is giving you time to come out with it whenever you feel comfortable talking about it.

Walking into his apartment you take a deep breath, plopping down to the couch and he follows you with a worrisome look on his handsome face, trying to figure out what’s going on. As he sits beside you, you turn to face him.

“There was a girl at the restaurant, we used to be friends,” you start and he listens carefully, giving you his undivided attention. “She stopped talking to me after Emmett and I broke up, but I never knew why. I talked to her at the restroom tonight,” you sigh, sinking into the soft cushion of the couch. You can still hear Vivian’s words in your head crystal clear, how she called you a leech and a cheater.

“What did she say?” Harry asks, a hand reaching out to gently cup the back of your neck, his fingers softly massaging you in hopes it eases your stress. There was some hardness in his words, but it’s all because he is so protective over you.

“It turns out that Emmett told everyone we broke up because… I cheated on him with you. And that I went to the cabin with you instead of being with him that weekend and he found us. How messed up is that?” you ask rhetorically with a bitter chuckle, rubbing your face with your hands. Harry’s fingers stop for a moment and you can tell he is trying to hold himself back from an outburst.

He has expressed his dislike towards Emmett quite a few times. Admitted that he really wanted to punch him in the face when he came after you that day, but didn’t want to look like an animal, though you would have enjoyed seeing Harry beat him up. Now, after two months, he still manages to piss you off and at this point you’re convinced it’s a special talent of his.

“You think he told that to every friend you shared?” he asks softly. You didn’t talk out much about losing friends though, but he could tell a lot changed after the breakup. Even though you weren’t together for a long time, you were in the same circle of friends and suddenly, you were all alone, you couldn’t hide that from Harry.

“Most likely,” you nod, feeling your throat closing up. “She said some nasty things, I can’t believe we used to be friends. I always knew she could be mean, but I never thought she would target me one day. She said I’m ballsy to parade with my sugardaddy after I cheated on Emmett. So disgusting.”

Harry’s jaw clenches at the name Vivian addressed him. It’s a stab in a wound he’s been trying to cover up for a while. Though you never had a second thought about the age difference between the two of you, he couldn’t stop wondering what others might think, how they perceive the two of you from the outside. He definitely doesn’t look his age, but it’s clear he is quite older, especially because you look so young, so fresh, always dressed pretty, you could easily make anyone believe you’ve just turned twenty. People don’t know how mature and grown you are, way ahead of your peers. Until now, this fear only existed in his head, but hearing someone point out the obvious hurt him.

Though he stopped speaking up about his worry regarding the age gap between the two of you, it was clear to you that he never really moved past it. So when you see him get a little too lost in his head, you know you have to step in.

“H, look at me.”

Taking his face in your hands you scoot closer to him on the couch. Running your thumb across his cheekbone you pull him in for a short, sweet kiss.

“What she said was bullshit, alright? No one thinks you’re my sugardaddy or anything degrading, okay?”

“You can’t know that for sure,” he sighs in defeat.

“But I do. Also, who cares what strangers think? We know the truth and look at Sarah and Mitch! They support us so I’m sure our friends and family will do the same when we tell them, alright?”

Harry stares back at you in total awe. Even after such a horrible encounter with Vivian, you still have the strength to take care of him. He truly thinks he doesn’t deserve you, such a young and beautiful soul and you chose him? There’s got to be a trick somewhere.

“Don’t worry about it. Why don’t we go over to my parents’ place next weekend and have a talk with them, hm?” you suggest.

“We really need to think through what to tell them.”

“We will,” you chuckle, running a hand through his curls you pull him down again, your lips meeting in a longer and deeper kiss, his hands finding your waist before he guides you to sit on his lap, straddling him. “Now, you said something earlier about seeing me take this dress off,” you smirk against his lips, the mood changing instantly when he catches on what you’re implying. His hands slide up to your bum under the dress and he makes you grind against him, a gaps slipping through your wet lips.

“You little minx,” he chuckles, but pulls you in anyways, throwing you to the couch to get on top of you.

While it felt like this was the end of the downfall, you couldn’t know that this was just the beginning. It never occurred to you that running into Vivian would cause you harm other than the conversation you had with her. You didn’t think her seeing you with Harry would be a problem, because she never really knew your dad or anyone in your family to be honest. But what you didn’t notice is that she took a picture of the two of you upon walking out of the restaurant, both your and Harry’s face clearly recognizable as he had an arm curled around your waist, not in a friendly way.

That picture ended up sent in a message to Emmett before you even reached Harry’s car. When he opened it and saw you with Harry, he saw red.

Back at the cabin he didn’t quite put the picture together, he was too mad to think about why Harry was so familiar to him. But when his anger settled and he went through everything that happened, he realized why he thought he’d seen the man who sent him away. Emmett and Harry met at a few family gatherings and he remembered him to be one of your dad’s close friends. Though he couldn’t know what happened between you and Harry that weekend, he didn’t quite like the fact that you were there with him. That’s when he made up the story about you cheating on him with Harry.

But now as he stared at the photo evidence, that proved he wasn’t that far from the truth, though no cheating was involved on your side, he couldn’t help but feel… betrayed. His ego could barely take the hit that you broke up with him, but finding out that you’ve already moved on and did that with Harry… it didn’t sit well with him.

Being the immature and petty bastard that he was, a plan was born in a matter of seconds, a way of getting back to you for daring to leave him. He knew you enough to figure out you weren’t quite public with Harry, because he saw pictures of your birthday dinner with your family and the two of you looked nothing like a couple, so it gave him an excellent idea for revenge.

He saved the photos, went on with his life and first thing in the morning, when you were still sound asleep in Harry’s arms in his bed, Emmett printed the pictures out, slid them into an envelope, wrote your parents’ address on it and in an old fashioned way, he simply mailed the photos to them.

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