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Dr. Angel Face Prequel Part 10: Moving In (Calum Hood Fluff)

Summary: (Y/N) has been staying with Calum since the argument with her housemate, as a temporary solution, which Calum plans on making permanent. (Fluff) (Words: 2.3k) Final part of The Prequels. Dr Angel Face Main Stories: Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative / Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 / My Full Masterlist / Dr. Angel Face Masterlist

"How was your day, baby?" Calum asks me once I settle on the table with my dinner and set my phone upright so I can see him while I eat. "It was alright. Shepherd is in New York so I thought I would get her exciting cases, but all I did was a spinal tumor and then consultation for a hypothalamic amenorrhea with the OB department." I reply, mixing my salad with my fork. "In what universe a spinal tumor is not exciting?" He asks me with a soft laugh. "In the universe that this was so minor, I could have done it with my hands behind my back." I groan and he chuckles. "No doubt you could have. But still, it sounds like a big fucking thing." "Sounds bigger than it was." "Title of your sex tape." He says casually as I burst into laughter. "You are such a jerk. You know that was a blow towards yourself, right? All my sex tapes are with you." I state and he hums. "It was worth it. I made you laugh." He comments. "How is the tour going?" I ask him, resting my chin on my palm. "Good, I guess. It is barely a tour at this point, more like a promo in Asia. But it is still fun. Bummer you can't be here. You would have loved it. Especially Seoul." He states and I hum. "I can't afford to take more days off. The week-off for New York, the off-surgery days, the Seattle visit last tour. I don't want to seem unprofessional, nor that our relationship is affecting my job." "No, baby. I understand. It is enough for me that you are finding time to do this while I am gone." He assures me, his face softening as he looks at me. "How is the house?" He asks me and I shrug. "Huge. I don't know how you can live alone in this huge house all by yourself." "I have Duke." He replies. "Yeah, he is sort of helping me not feel alone. Thank you for letting me stay while you are gone. I couldn't have survived another day with Jean around." "Are you kidding me? Free housesitting, and free dogsitting while I am away." "Who told you it is free?" I ask him and he gasps. "You will put a strain on my pocket, won't you?" He asks me and I shrug my shoulders. "That medical school debt is not going to pay itself off." I tease him. "Do you... Do you need help with that?" He asks me and I shake my head no. "I have it all under control, no need to worry." I reply, making him look at me more intensely. "You know you can ask me for money if you need to, right?" He asks me. "I make quite a lot of money. My paycheck is more than enough for me to live comfortably, despite my student debt. You don't have to worry about me. It is very sweet of you to offer, though." "Ok, moneyshot. What do you want me to bring you from Korea?" "Smooth change of subject... I don't know. Skincare, obviously. But don't break the bank, I am fine with a dollar sheet mask." "You'll have your precious skincare. What else?" He asks me and I shrug. "I would ask for mochi, but it will spoil til you get here." I take a forkful of my salad, picking a piece of chicken with my fork along with the greenery. "Is it weird that I miss you more now that you are returning home than I did when you left?" I ask him and he shakes his head no. "It is longing, angel. Yearning, I guess." "All I know is that I need you back home. Your house is lovely, but so empty without you." I pout and he coos. "Soon, love." He assures me, smiling at me lovingly.

"Dinner?" Amelia asks me, tapping my shoulder as I change into my after-shift clothes. "Not spending time with Ortho God?" I ask her and she narrows her eyes at me. "2 years ago you could barely lift your eyes off the ground when you were talking to me. And now look at that audacity." She shakes her head at me. "Where are we going for dinner?" I ask her and she chuckles. "I was hoping you could suggest. When does your hot rockstar take you on dates?" She asks me. "Mmm, his house, usually." "Just to be clear, I just want dinner." "Jesus... We are too scared to be seen in public for him to take me on dates somewhere other than his house." I explain. I shut my locker and turn to her, finding her looking at me with knitted eyebrows. "That sounds sad." She comments. "Come on, I'll explain at dinner." I motion her to follow me, heading out of the attendings' lounge.

"So, what was that about being scared to be seen out?" Amelia asks me after we place our order. I sigh and lean closer to her so she can hear me. "Well, now the world knows we are together, but we still want to keep a low profile. The thing is, now I am part of his public image and a portion of his fans have been pretty unwelcoming to the rest of the guys' girlfriends, so we are trying not to give them something to talk about. The last thing I want is to be attacked because I am dating someone." "Come on, it can't be that bad." "It is. The rest of the girls have told me some creepy stories. And Calum wants his work to be the thing he is judged for and not his girlfriends, which I totally get. He was never public with his girlfriends." "You are not jealous of that?" She asks me, trying to study me. "What would the point be? If I was with anyone else, someone not famous, I guess... Would I even think about not being this public? His friends know me, his colleagues know me, his family knows me. It's not like he is hiding me from the world." "Wow, look at you in your adult relationship... You've met his family?" She asks me and I nod, taking a sip of water. "His mom and sister." I clarify and she hums. "How did that go?" "Well, if you consider that I met them the day I found out about the car accident, it went pretty great. Actually, I still talk and text with his sister. I think she likes me." "Why wouldn't they? You are smart, gorgeous, successful... Calum could not have done any better." "Between you and me, he could have... I have seen the women hitting on him." I admit, mumbling it through my teeth. "Oh, there's a bit of jealousy..." Amelia teases me. "Nope. And that's the worst part... I can't even be jealous. Calum is focused on me." I groan and she laughs at me, making me smile too. "Poor you, your boyfriend is absolutely loyal to you... It is almost sickening how lucky you are." "I know. I wake up every morning and I wait for everything to just go to hell..." I admit and she sighs, reaching to cover my hand with hers. "As someone who has spent a great part of her life waiting for the other shoe to drop, I can tell you just this. Don't drop the shoe yourself." "So wise..." I slightly mock her, shaking my head. "It is..." She laughs along me. "So deep." I chuckle and she slaps my hand. "Why did I even ask you to join me for dinner?" Amelia sighs, shaking her head. "Because neither of us could go for dinner with her boyfriend." I reply, making her face morph before she answers. "Linc is not my boyfriend. And I thought Calum was back from his tour... Isn't he available?" She asks me. "He is coming home late this week. Something with rehearsals for the next tour." I brush it off, picking a bread roll from the basket. Food's taking way too long for someone who hasn't had a proper meal today. "How is living together going?" She jabs at me, cocking an eyebrow. "It's dreamy. He is dreamy. I don't know how I am ever going to move out." "Why would you move out?" "This isn't permanent. I am looking for a house. I'll have to move soon." "Don't you want to live with him?" "I do. But he hasn't asked and I can't just drop my stuff and say 'hey, roomie'..." "I would, tho..." "I don't want him to freak out." "Ok then... How is apartment hunting going?" "I hate every single apartment I have seen this far. It's either too far away from the hospital, or too far from Calum's house, or tiny, or ugly. I don't know how I will ever settle for a new house." I sigh, making Amelia fake pout at me. "How far is Calum's house from the hospital? I am sure he could rent you a room..." She smirks and I roll my eyes, sitting up a little. "Why is food taking so long?" I look around for the waiter, hoping that food is on the way.

"Am I ever going to find out why I woke up so early on my first day off in like forever?" I ask Calum as he parks his car before the gates of a house. "Grumpy much?" He asks me, taking the keys off the engine. "I am, actually. Where are we?" I ask and he sighs. "You will have to be patient for just two more minutes. Can you do that?" He asks me, opening the door and getting out of the car. "I will see what I can do." I exit the car as well, watching him for the next move. "Come on. Open the gate, get in." He encourages me, walking behind me. "That's trespassing." I point out and he hums. "I thought I was dating a doctor, not a cop." He opens the gate for me, letting me walk in.

"Are you going to tell me what house this is?" I ask him and he sighs in defeat. "My lease is up in the fall." Is the only thing he says, leaving me with more confusion. "And?" I ask. By now we have reached the front door, which Calum opens with a key. "And I thought that I shouldn't rent anymore. Put roots down. So, I am buying a house. This house." He holds the door open for me, letting me walk first into the empty house. "Oh, wow. That's great, Calum." I cheer, turning to look at him. "Come on, take a look around." He invites me, standing behind me. The house is bare, with nothing inside it, which makes it look a little creepy. "I mean, the space is beautiful. Light and air flowing. But it is definitely a blank canvas. You will need to do a lot of furniture shopping." I comment, turning to look at him. "Walk further in." He instructs me and without much of a thought, I follow the instruction.

A few feet into the main area of the house stands a lone glass case, sort of like a huge display, filled with things. I move closer to it, inspecting it only to find that my diplomas, degrees, and awards are displayed in it. I smile, running a finger over the corner of the display. "Why are all these here?" I ask him, turning to look at him, finding him standing right beside me. "You used to have them hidden in a cardboard box. I thought they should be proudly displayed in our new house." He replies. I blink fast, trying to figure out if I misheard. "Our house?" I ask him and he nods. "It is too big for me to live alone in here, don't you think?" He asks me, leaving me speechless. "And of course, I don't want to spend a minute apart from you... So, move in with me, in our new house?" He asks me and I chuckle. "Are you sure? Are you sure about this? It is a huge step and I don't want to pressure you." "I build this case myself. It took me 2 days to get it right. And then I brought the box of your achievements here, and put them into the display, chronologically. I don't think I would have gone through all that if I wasn't sure I want you to live with me. The temporary thing we have been doing... It has been amazing. I want it permanent. But if you have doubts, we can postpone this for when you are ready." He assures me, taking my hand in his. I stand on my tippy toes, leaning in to kiss him so he shuts up. Well, I do really want to kiss him, to be honest. "There isn't a single doubt in my head. I want to move in with you. But only under one condition..." I place my hands on his chest as we part from our kiss, touching him tenderly. "Name it." He chuckles, kissing my forehead. "We have to display your awards and plaques too... You have them laying around the house, totally messy. If we are proudly displaying my achievements, we are proudly displaying yours, too." I nearly demand, making Calum lean in and kiss me, in turn shutting me up. "Deal... We have to do a lot of work in this house. I want it to be ours." He comments and I nod. "We have until you leave for your tour to do so. I really like summer projects." I reply, stroking his cheek. "You know you are one of a kind, Dr. Angel Face?" He asks me softly. "I can say the same about you, Chicken Tender Guy." I state, looking at my man lovingly. He is one of a kind. And he is mine. Forever. And our forever has just started. In this empty house, we get to build ourselves.

Dr Angel Face Main Stories: Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative / Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 / My Full Masterlist / Dr. Angel Face Masterlist

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Dr. Angel Face Prequel Part 9: Meet the Family (Calum Hood Fluff)

Summary: Calum’s mom and sister visit him in California and they finally meet (Y/N), probably in her worst possible moment. (T.W: Mention of Death / Description of Depressive Episode / Mention of Car Accident) (Words: 3.1k) (Penultimate Part of The Prequels) Dr Angel Face Main Stories: Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative / Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 / My Full Masterlist / Dr. Angel Face Masterlist

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Still alive, and planning on posting more. 🤞

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Dr. Angel Face Prequel Part 9: Meet the Family (Calum Hood Fluff)

Summary: Calum's mom and sister visit him in California and they finally meet (Y/N), probably in her worst possible moment. (T.W: Mention of Death / Description of Depressive Episode / Mention of Car Accident) (Words: 3.1k) (Penultimate Part of The Prequels) Dr Angel Face Main Stories: Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative / Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 10 / My Full Masterlist / Dr. Angel Face Masterlist

"Nervous about meeting my mother?" Calum asks as I take a look at the souffle in the oven. "Not really. I am way more nervous about meeting your sister." I reply, taking a deep breath in anticipation. In less than 2 hours, I will be meeting his mom and sister, two of his absolutely favorite people. "She is your age, you will get along." He brushes me off, sticking his tongue out as he laughs while I narrow my eyes at him. "Did you just jab at our age gap?" I ask him, making him roll his eyes. "Age gap... It's just 4 years. You need to relax." He replies, wrapping his arms around my waist and pecking my temple. "And now I am worried about meeting your mom too... What will she think of the age difference?" I sigh, biting the inside of my cheek. "She already knows I am dating a MILF." He states, earning a slap on his hand. "I am not a MILF. First of all, I am not that old. And second, I am not a mother." I point out and he hums, moving his lips down the side of my neck. "I can help with the second part of it." He grazes his lips over my sweetspot, making chills crawl on my skin. "You have to leave for the airport. Think of the traffic." I moan, feeling a ticklish sensation caused by his lips. "I'd rather think of you. Plus, we have at least an hour and a half before they even land." He counters, tilting my head to the side to gain himself more access. "Traffic can be brutal heading to the airport." I deny him, moving from his embrace. "For someone so anxious about meeting my family, you sure are eager for me to pick them up." He comments and I sigh. "Your mom and sister both have traveled a very long trip to see you. The least you can do is be there on time to pick them up." "In all honesty, they saw me not even 6 months ago. They are coming for you, angel." "Did you tell me that so I can just dip?" I ask him and he chuckles. "You will be fine. They are not gonna bite. That's my job." He winks, leaving a kiss on my forehead before picking up his phone from the counter. "Please, no dirty talk, or innuendos in front of your family. I am begging you." "I will have to consider that. I like the way you get flustered by my comments." "Calum..." I protest. "Can't hear you. I am leaving." He says cheerily, strutting towards the front door.

Despite jitters making my stomach a tight knot, I managed to finish cooking and set the table in Calum's backyard. As per usual, it is a lovely day in Los Angeles and it would be a pity not to take advantage of the beautiful weather and have a meal outside.

I hear Duke barking towards the door as I finish placing the pot of ragù for the pasta in the middle of the table. I straighten up and head inside through the kitchen door, bracing myself for the moment I have been so anxious about.

I walk to the front of the house, kneeling down to pet Duke and get him to stop barking. There is too much noise in this tiny dog. "Bud, it's ok. You'll tire your voice." I coo at the dog and scratch behind his ears. "I got the bags..." I hear Calum exasperate as he opens the door. I put on a smile and move aside to clear the way for them to walk in. "Ah, there she is... Mom, Mali, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), my mom and sister." Calum introduces us, right at the moment the two women walk in. Joy is the first to approach me, pulling me in for a hug. I am surprised, pleasantly surprised, but still taken aback. "It is so good to finally meet you in person. All Calum did over Christmas was talk about you." Joy says, pulling away to take a better look at me. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you as well. Calum talks about you all the time. How was your trip?" I ask, smiling at her. "Very long. Thank you for asking." "Mom, don't hog the girl. There are others waiting." Mali comments, moving to hug me. "I have been wanting to see you in person for so long. You are even more gorgeous than Calum told us." "Oh my, thank you. Calum sure talks a lot." I turn to my boyfriend who smirks and shrugs. "I thought my sharing was confidential. But apparently, everyone is kissing and telling in this family." Calum glares at the two women. "Oh, hush. We haven't even told her half of what you have told us." Mali comments. "And that is the reason why I am never telling you anything again." He sighs. "I have set the table outside. Hope you don't mind." I change the subject, pointing to the backyard. "Just give us a minute to freshen up and we will be right in there." Joy turns to look at Calum for directions. "I'll take you upstairs, and show you your rooms too." Calum picks up the luggage, signaling the 2 women to start heading upstairs. "See you in a bit, (Y/N)." Mali waves at me with a soft smile on her lips. She looks just like Calum, who in turn looks just like Joy. It is like seeing triple.

"You are a surgeon, you can cook... Is there anything you cannot do?" Mali asks me as I serve her a piece of souffle. "I cannot ride a bike... So, put that on my disadvantage list." "You cannot ride a bike?" Calum asks me in surprise, eyes widening. "I really can't. I never learned how to." I reply, making him scoff. "How come I didn't know?" He asks me as I hand him back his plate after serving him. "I guess it was never brought up." I take a seat, picking up some salad. "Calum told us you are a pediatrician." Joy comments and Calum groans. "Mom, I told you she is a neurosurgeon..." He says through gritted teeth, almost protesting on my behalf. "Cal, come on. It's fine. I am a neurosurgeon, but I am doing a fellowship in neonatal and pediatric neurosurgery. So, I am working with babies, children, and adults. Everyone really." I explain. "It must be very challenging." Mali comments and I nod. "It is. But I cannot imagine myself doing anything else. I think I had settled down on what I wanted to do at the age of 2. By 10, I know it had to be neurosurgery. 3 days into my internship, I knew I had to work with children." "Anyways, enough about me. Calum tells me you are a musician as well. Does musical talent run in your family, or...?" I ask and Mali chuckles. "I think he is just copying me. Like all younger siblings do." Mali playfully eyes Calum, who smirks and shrugs. "She is just mad because I dethroned her." He comments and Malik cackles. "You wish you could dethrone me." Mali rolls her eyes and I laugh. "Were they always like that?" I turn to Joy who looks at her children proudly. "Always a headache. Especially my Calum. But I dread the day they will stop being like that." She looks at them with so much love in her eyes, clearly showing she has missed her children interacting like that. "Do you have siblings?" Joy asks me and I shake my head no. "I am an only child. But I have a lot of cousins. So I sort of get this dynamic." I gesture to the siblings who are still oblivious to us talking. "Are you close to your parents?" "Very. I don't see them often, due to work, but we call each other frequently and I visit as much as I can." "Do they live far?" She asks me and I shake my head no. "Not really. It is a four-hour drive, but I don't always have the energy to travel there and I need to always be available in case there is an emergency at the hospital." "Your parents must be very proud of you. So young and already so successful. And a hard worker." "Mrs. Hood, you are making me blush. Thank you so much. It means a lot hearing it from you. You have raised such incredible children. Especially Calum. I don't think I have ever met anyone like him." I turn my head to look at Calum, who is showing something on his phone to Mali. "Please, call me Joy. No need for formalities." She reaches to cup my hand in empathy.

"Shall I bring out the dessert?" I ask once I see everyone empty their plates. "What are we having?" Mali asks. "I made my very famous salted caramel cheesecake." I reply, making Calum moan in excitement. "This is one of the reasons I fell in love with her." He comments, and I roll my eyes. "I'll come help." Mali offers, standing up from her chair. "Coffee?" I ask Joy who nods. "Mali knows how I take it." Joy looks at her daughter who nods her head. "How can I forget?" She sighs, following me inside.

"Thank you for offering to help." I turn to her, heading to the fridge to bring out the dessert. "It's the least I can do. Your food was amazing." "Thank you. I don't cook often, to be honest." "I get why. But it was really great. It must have taken you all day to cook all that." "Not really. I am pretty good at multitasking. And Calum also helped." "Oh... I don't remember Calum ever being good at cooking." She comments, searching the cabinets for mugs. "He is great at it, though. He always cooks for me whenever I stay over." "You don't live together?" Mali asks surprised. "No. I am staying here for a few days because I have some issues with my roommate and I am looking for a new place." I explain and she hums in surprise. "I thought you had moved in. Oh, well. My bad. And I hope you find a solution to the whole housing issue soon." "Thank you. Oh, can you excuse me for a second?" I ask as my phone rings. Mali nods and turns to the coffee maker, focusing on making coffee as I accept the call.

(Calum's POV) Mali approaches the table, looking at me hesitantly, like a scolded puppy. "Cal, something is wrong with (Y/N)." She says worriedly, making me look at her in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Is she ok?" My mom asks and Mali shakes her head. "Her phone rang. I heard her say the name Robin... They talked a little and (Y/N) took off crying." "Her supervisor, Robins... She is teaching her the techniques for her fellowship. Crap... I'll be right back."

My heart is pounding as I look for her, just the thought of anything hurting her makes me furious. I can hear her sobs even before I open the door to the bedroom, and my heart sinks to my stomach. "(Y/N), darling..." I call her, not wanting to startle her with my presence. "Baby, what's wrong?" I walk further into the room, softening my voice as she turns to look at me. "Nothing. I am fine. I will be downstairs in a minute." She tries to pull herself together, but her voice breaks and soon the tears she so carefully tried to dry are back in her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. "Angel..." I sigh, moving to take a seat by her side on the bed. "Don't worry about coming downstairs. Tell me, what happened? Mali told me Robins called." I cradle her face in my hands, trying to make her look at me, make my presence there conscious. "She had an accident." She can barely mumble before the next fit of crying. "Who? Robins?" I ask her, trying to make sense of what she is telling me. (Y/N) shakes her head, no, her bottom lip quivering. "The mother of the baby. The one I was supposed to operate on once it was born... She was in a car accident... And she..." (Y/N) cannot bring herself to finish the sentence. She buries her head in my chest, sobbing onto my shirt. "Oh my God... What about the baby?" I ask her, and at that moment her sobbing becomes louder. "It is unfair... So unfair. I could have saved her. I could have saved her, but I didn't have a chance. I could have fixed her. I could have given her a normal childhood. But I didn't have a chance... I didn't have the chance. It is unfair." She sobs, her speech becoming slurred. "Honey... I am so sorry... Sweetheart..." I don't know what to do, or what to say to make her pain go away. All I can do is press pecks on the top of her head, and let her cry it all out. "It's not your fault, baby. It's not your fault." I repeat, time after time, hoping it gets through her head. Because it is not her fault. It is not, and she should not blame herself for the death of that woman, or the death of that child.

I open the curtains letting the morning light fill the room. (Y/N) is still in bed, covers brought up to her ears, unbothered by the sudden change of lighting in the room. I walk to the bed, taking a seat before I bring down the covers a little. "Good morning, angel. It is time to get up." I say softly, stroking her arm. "I just want to sleep." She mumbles, still in the same motionless state. "You have been sleeping since the day before yesterday. You haven't eaten anything since dinner with my mom and Mali." I comment but she groans. "I am not hungry. And I just want to sleep. Leave." She sounds exhausted, which is not fitting for someone who has been sleeping for nearly a day and a half. "Well, this is not happening, so let's get over with the hard part and get out of bed." I pull the covers off her body, making her curl up in a fetal pose. "I hate you right now." She mumbles but I just brush it off, picking her up from the bed.

I put her over my shoulder, carrying her to the en-suite bathroom. "Let's get you washed up..." I let her on her feet before I turn the tap on in the shower to warm up the water. "Don't you even think of running back to bed." I help her out of her pyjamas, while she looks at me like she is detached from what is going on currently. "Alright... You can be like that if you want to, but I am not going to let you crawl back to bed." I say softly, pressing a kiss on her forehead. I strip off my clothes too, before helping her into the shower. "It would be so much easier for you to just let me lay in bed forever." She comments as the water hits her. I grab her shampoo from the rack, pouring some into my palm. "It would be... But I am always up for a challenge." I lather her hair up with the shampoo, massaging it onto her scalp.

"You got me out of bed, you got me washed up, you fed me... Don't you think it is enough?" (Y/N) asks in frustration as I practically drag her out of the house. "It is enough when I say it is enough. Now, into the car we go." "Don't you have to spend time with your family? Isn't that the point of them traveling all the way here?" She asks me and I shrug. "They are visiting Ashton today. He is taking them for lunch and then to see a theatre show. More questions?" I ask her and she groans. "Why won't you let me just stay in bed?" She asks me. "Would you? Would you let me wilt away in bed for something that was not my fault?" I ask her softly and she sighs. She silently walks to the passenger side, still keeping her detached look.

"I know it is not my fault." It is the first phrase she says since we arrived at Malibu Beach. I turn to look at her, clearing her face of the strands that the air has blown onto her face. "Thank God for that." I reply, stroking her cheek slowly. "I just can't accept that I didn't have the chance. I can't accept that the baby didn't have the chance. There is so much beauty in the world, and that creature will never get to see it, experience it in all its glory." She sighs, covering her face with her hand, blocking the sun out. "It is unfair, I am pissed about it too. But falling apart is going to rob all those children who are waiting for you to work your miracles of the opportunity to be treated. You can't control everything, angel. The car accident was out of your control, you couldn't have predicted it, you couldn't have prevented it. What you can do now is make sure you do your best for the next baby that will need your help, for the next person that will be on your operating table." I stroke her hair, listening to her breathing calmly. "I am so tired." She sighs. I can hear in her voice how tired she is, despite the long sleep. "Bailey said you shouldn't step foot in the hospital until Monday. And she will only allow you back in the OR after you get cleared by a psychologist. You have time to rest." I assure her, but she groans in response. "It's really shitty that I will be away from surgery until I get cleared." "I mean, who would be benefitted from you having a breakdown during surgery?" I ask her. "Your family must be hating me." "My family doesn't hate you. My mom is very worried about you. Especially yesterday when you didn't eat all day. She wanted to force-feed you. They actually really appreciated how involved you are." I assure her, pressing a kiss on her head. "I know I have been the worst girlfriend ever in the past few days, nor the easiest person to comfort or help... But you were the most amazing boyfriend. I mean, you are. You did exactly what I needed you to do, even though I didn't even know what I needed." She says softly. There is still sadness in her voice, I can still sense that her faith in this world has been shaken. "I hope I never have to do that again." I reply, meaning it with my whole heart.

- Dr Angel Face Main Stories: Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative / Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 10 / My Full Masterlist / Dr. Angel Face Masterlist

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This ask is the reason I got back to writing and posting my stories on Tumblr. I don't know who you are, or if you are still following my account, but thank you for triggering the rediscovery of my passion.

baby i read your post about saying people are not interested in your writing and believe honey we are! cant wait to see what you will post.

Awww, I cried a little. Thank you for the encouragement. I am very excited about posting again 😘

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"How is writing the next part of Dr. Angel Face going?"

Me, fifty-five thousand words in:

#writer's life #fic writer #dr. angel face

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Dr. Angel Face Prequel, Part 8: First Fight to First Anniversary (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: Calum and (Y/N) have their first fight ever. After bouncing back from it, they celebrate their anniversary and exchange the most thoughtful gifts This is an NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable reading contents of this type, please, scroll through the chapters to find something you might like. (Smut / Fingering / Public Sex / Risky Sex) (Words: 6.3k) Dr Angel Face Main Stories: Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative / Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 9 , 10 / My Full Masterlist / Dr. Angel Face Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

"How was New York?" Amelia asks, joining me as I stare at the OR board. "New... I don't know, I didn't see much." I reply. "Ooh, that sounds nice." "It wasn't anything like that. Calum was doing promo, I was stuck in a hotel room. And we only went out twice, and that was strategically planned to avoid paps and fans. It wasn't the dreamy New York trip I was hoping for." I sigh. "I am sorry. I know you wanted it to be special." "I knew what I signed up for. Anyway, I am back now, and I have a spinal shunt on a toddler. So, wish me good luck." "You don't really need good luck. But yeah, Good Luck. Karev is assisting?" She asks and I hum. "With the help of Robins via videoconference." "No one recognizes this about you, but the fact you are going your fellowship like that, over videoconferences and with such a long distance from your mentor, is admirable. You are one badass gal, Dr. Angel Face." She teases me, making heat cover my cheeks. "I am going to kill Calum for that nickname." I groan. "It's cute, and it suits you. Let him live." Amelia sings as I walk further from her.

The nickname is now stuck with me at work and home. Even Calum's friends have adopted it. For nearly a year now, I am Dr. Angel Face, and it is lovely. I never want it to change, I never want to be called another nickname, ever again.

"Good morning, buddy. How are you feeling today?" I ask the toddler who hides in his mother's arms, suckling on his pacifier. "Say good morning to Dr. (Y/N)..." His mother coos, stroking his head softly. "He is a little shy today. And a little fussy." She replies as I wait for the interns to scram in. "It's alright. As long as he is not fussy because of a headache." I reply, turning to the interns. "Shall we hear the patient's history?" I ask and the intern nods. "Sammy Spelk, age 3. He was diagnosed with hydrocephalus a month ago and referred to us. He has no other conditions and his morning labs were normal." He narrates and I hum. "Little Sammy over here is going to let us see his temperature, right?" I ask the toddler, sitting on the edge of the bed. I show him the temperature gun, letting him inspect it. "Let's use it on mommy first." I say, pointing the gadget to his mother's forehead. It makes a beeping sound and the LED screen flashes green, showing me her normal temperature. "Are you ready, Sam?" I ask and he points at his head. I smile at him, preparing the gun before pointing it at him. "97.5, we are alright. Now, we are going for a walk and we are going to get a picture of your head. Ok, Sam?" I ask, looking at the interns. "We are heading into surgery after the CT?" The mother asks and I nod. "If there is no swelling, we are going to prep him for surgery. I will send someone out to inform you while we are in. I have done this surgery countless times. And I am being assisted by the hospital's chief of surgery, and Dr. Robins, who is a top pediatric surgeon. Sam is in really good hands." I assure her and she sighs. "Do you have children?" She asks me and I shake my head no. "No, I don't." "You are very good with Sam, and he is not an easy child. He seems to trust you." She states. "It is one of the reasons why I chose pediatric neurosurgery. Children are much better patients than adults." I joke as the intern rolls in the wheelchair for Sam. "Can I come along?" The mother asks. "You will have to wait outside the radiology department, but yes, it's preferred if you do follow." I reply, helping Sam onto the chair.

"Your phone was shut off..." Calum states as my call goes through. "Good evening to you too, my love. It is so nice to finally hear your voice after such a long day." I tease him, earning a scoff. "You are a pain in the ass, Dr. Angel Face." "I have been told. Multiple times, by my boyfriend who wouldn't change anything about me." "Smartass..." He mumbles. "I was in surgery, I needed to be undistracted." I explain and he hums. "Am I a distraction, Dr. (Y/L/N)?" He asks. I can practically hear his cocked eyebrow in his voice. "The worst kind of. Anyway, why were you calling me?" I ask him. "I wanted to ask what you'd like for dinner... Remember, date at your place, tonight?" "Of course, I remember. But I thought I'd be cooking." "Well, you said you had this exciting surgery today and I thought you'd need to rest a bit, that's why I am suggesting takeout." He explains. Oh no, his caring and considerate side. I can feel my heart pounding, my knees becoming weak. "Just say you don't like my cooking, Hood..." I laugh and he sighs, in playful frustration. "I could eat some stir-fry tonight. Maybe some chicken wantons too." "Rice cake too?" He asks and I hum. "Do you even need to ask?" "I will be over at your place at 8:30." "I will be waiting." I cheer, a smile permanently tattooed on my face nowadays. He makes me happy, the happiest I have been in a relationship. And he is the longest relationship I have been in, I am not afraid to admit it. Sometimes I catch myself thinking he is the one, the one I am supposed to grow old and spend the rest of my life with.

True to his word and never late, Calum knocks on my door at 8.30. I rush to the door, opening it with a smile on my face. However, Calum's energy doesn't seem to match mine. "Hi. Come on in. Is everything alright?" I ask, moving aside to let him in. He hands me the takeout bag, walking straight to the living room. He is silent, and he seems broody, like something is bothering him. "Cal, did something bad happen?" I ask him, leaving the bag on the coffee table. Calum digs his phone out of his pocket, focusing on it and completely brushing me off. "Calum, I am getting a little worried. What is going on? You seem angry." I take a seat by him, reaching to take his hand in mine. He pulls it away, handing me his phone. "Someone took pictures of us in New York." He snaps. I furrow my eyebrows together, looking at the pap pic. "Took pictures of us doing what?" I ask. "On our date. There is one of us walking to the restaurant, and some of us kissing..." He sounds just as tense as he did before. "Oh." I simply breathe out, not seeing where the tragedy is in someone taking a picture of us kissing. "Oh? Is that all you are going to say?" He asks me and I shrug, locking the phone and handing it to him. "What more is to say? We both knew it would happen eventually." I reply. "This is a fucking disaster, (Y/N). The worst thing that could happen. I don't understand how you can be so calm about it." I stare at him, shocked by his choice of words. "A disaster?" I ask, blinking fast as I stand up from the couch, with my arms crossed before my chest. "You know what I mean..." "No, I don't know what you mean, Calum. I don't know why us finally going public is the worst thing that could happen. I really don't, unless you are embarrassed about dating me. I know I might not be the most polished, or the shiniest woman you could have by your side, but I am fucking amazing and I fucking deserve not to forever live in secret." "(Y/N), this is not what I meant." He says through gritted teeth. "I think you should go, Calum. Go home, talk with your friends, and sleep on it. Get your head clear. Take time, take a day, a week... Just, come back to me with a clear head." I try to remain calm, but my voice breaks at the end of the sentence. "(Y/N), come on. I am sorry." He stands up. I pick up the bag from the coffee table, handing it to him. "Goodnight, Calum." I say simply, stepping aside and looking at my feet, waiting for him to go.

He sighs, leaving the takeaway bag on the coffee table, before walking out of the house. I pick up the bag, head straight to my fridge, and place it on the very front of the fridge, before heading to lock the door and head to bed.

"Can you touch my finger, Sam?" I ask the toddler, holding a finger up for him. He seems to follow the command with ease, reaching for it with both hands. "Good job, buddy. Now I am going to hold this light in front of you, for just a few seconds." I explain, taking my flashlight out of the pocket of my coat. "Pupils are responsive and we have good gross motor function. Now, Sammy, can you look at my finger?" I ask, holding it up again. I move it from side to side, while my intern holds Sam's head steady. "Follow my finger, Sam." I say softly, moving my finger from side to side. "Look at you go... Excellent. And now for the fun part." I announce, reaching for the markers and coloring pad on the nightstand. "You are going to paint with mommy. I heard you are an amazing artist." I hand the pad and markers to his mom. "Why are we handing the patient these?" I turn to the interns. "Fine motor function?" One asks me. "And why this particular method." "Cause he is... a kid." She replies and I hum. "Give him time to color, and we will be back in an hour. This far he is doing great." I assure the mother. "Thank you. We will get straight to color, right buddy?" She opens the pad, spreading out the markers for her son.

I know I gave him time to think and all that stupid shit, but Calum has not even called me yet, nor texted me our usual good morning. It is less than 24 hours since he left my house, but it has been a long, torturing day and I am honestly over this whole argument. He should, by now, have admitted he overreacted. I should not have suggested that he take time if I wasn't prepared to wait for him to do his thinking. I must know better by now. And I know he is not embarrassed by me, not the tiniest bit, but the drama queen inside me wanted to make an entrance. I unlock the door to my apartment, kicking off my shoes. I cannot wait for winter to give place to long, summer daylights. I am not built for early, dark nights.

Before I could even head to my kitchen and dig my way into last night's leftovers, the doorbell rings, signaling that someone is behind my door. I peep through the peephole, finding Calum waiting for me to open up. I open the door, looking at him with knitted eyebrows. "Can I come in?" He asks, pointing inside the house. I move from the door, inviting him inside. "I just got home." I state, shutting the door behind him. "I know. I was waiting for you in my car." He replies. "A tiny bit stalkery. Why didn't you use your key?" I ask, signaling for him to follow me to the kitchen. "I didn't know if Jean was home and I honestly didn't want to stumble upon her. She is not the friendliest..." He mumbles and I hum. "Yeah, she is like that lately."

I reach inside my purse, taking out the picture Sammy gifted me earlier this evening, and putting it on the fridge, choosing a cute magnet for it. "Cute art. Must be expensive." Calum teases me. I cannot help the smile that curls up my lips. "A patient gifted it to me to thank me for my job." I reply. "Should I be jealous of the competition?" He asks me. "He is way too young for me. Takeout?" I ask, opening the fridge. "No, thank you. I was hoping we could talk..." He leans against the counter. I shut the fridge close, turning to face him fully. "Do you want to start?" I ask him. "I am not embarrassed by you. If anything, you are the one way out of my league. The pap pictures are a breach of privacy, my privacy, and I want to keep some things to myself. Not because I don't want to scream from the rooftops you are mine, but because people knowing means they are going to harass you. I don't want that, I don't want to put you in the bullseye. I know what it does to relationships, I have seen it tearing couples apart. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to be attacked. And going public means that you are now part of my public image, it means that the PR team controls my public life and yours. I have learned to live with that, but you shouldn't. I know I overreacted yesterday, I know I did not use the right words. And I am sorry for that. I am sorry you felt that I am embarrassed by you, for even a second. I love you, (Y/N). I love you more than I thought it was possible to love anyone. And I am not saying this to win you over or to end this argument. I am saying it because it is how it is. It is how I feel right now." He talks fast, his slight lisp becoming more prominent as his frustration grows. I chuckle, shake my head and move closer to him. I hold his face in my hands, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. I feel him sigh in relief as we kiss, moving his hands to my lower back, holding me close to his body. "I love that you want to protect me. I really do. But I am a grown woman, and I survived med school when I was a teen. They can bring it on. I have a thick skin, and I can take care of myself." I whisper softly, resting my forehead against his. "I can't stop worrying about you." He admits. "I promise, if it ever gets bad enough that I cannot handle it, I am going to tell you. I will not let it come to a breaking point." I hold my pinky up, earning a chuckle from him. He links his pinky with mine, leaving a peck on the tip of my nose. "And since we are apologizing, I want to say I am sorry for how dramatic I was yesterday. It was not fitting to the situation." "You have a bit of a flair for the dramatic. You could have made an excellent actress." He teases me, softly pushing my head to rest on his chest. "It is one of the things you love about me." I point out and he hums. "It is pretty high on my list."

"My mom and my sister are visiting in 3 weeks." Calum comments as I walk into the living room, holding the fresh takeout food just delivered to my house. "They are? That's exciting. Are they staying at yours?" I ask him and he hums. "Of course. I cannot let them stay elsewhere." "How come they are visiting now?" I ask him and he shrugs. "Mali wanted to visit on my birthday, but she couldn't, she had some studio sessions to finish. And my mom wanted to come with me on New Year's... She wanted to meet you, but she couldn't come last minute. So, she is visiting now." He makes room for me on the couch, lifting the lap blanket so I can curl up to him. "I am meeting your mom?" I ask him and he hums, digging into the delivery bag. "Are you nervous?" "No. I mean, I obviously want her to like me. But she sounds like an absolute sweetheart and I think she already likes me." "She does. She likes how grounded you keep me." "I keep you grounded? Really?" I ask, picking up my chopsticks. "Before I met you, my head was in the clouds. Then I went through that breakup with my ex and I lost my balance. But you came along, and you made me feel things again. I had to find my balance again to be with you." He replies, handing me my box. I smirk to myself, leaning my head on his shoulder and pressing a kiss on the hollow point of his jaw. "You make me sound like some sort of magical creature. Like your life was nothing before I met you." I comment and he shakes his head. "My life was fucking amazing. It still is. I just didn't have to mindset to enjoy it fully. You didn't change me, but you certainly helped. And to sum it up, you are a magical creature. Something between an angel and a fairy godmother." He presses a kiss on the top of my head before digging into his food. "You know that everyone at the hospital calls me Dr. Angel Face now?" I ask him and he scoffs, smirking as he chews his food. "It suits you." He says. "I think I will have it embroidered on my lab coat." I joke, picking a dumpling with my chopsticks. "With a set of angel wings next to it. You will definitely rock it." "I will suggest it to the chief." "Speaking of suggestions, our anniversary is next week." "I know. But I am working the night shift that day." I reply, hating that I have to rain on his parade. "I know, I remember. So, on your day off, I am taking you on a short trip." "A short trip? Where?" I ask, sounding a bit excited about it. "Just less than an hour away from L.A. Not too far. There is a vineyard, in Moraga Drive, they give tours and have wine tasting. I have booked us a group tour." "Are we taking friends with us?" I ask and he shakes his head no. "No, I just thought it would be fun to blend into a crowd of strangers to celebrate our day." He explains, picking up one of his spring rolls and feeding it to me. "Aren't you afraid of being recognized?" I ask and he shrugs. "Well, the secret's already out. Nothing more to fear." He replies, planting a kiss on my forehead. "In that case then... Let's get drunk on Moraga." I giggle, making him hum.

"Do I get the royal treatment this morning?" I ask Calum as I make my way into the kitchen. He is up, behind the stove cooking breakfast for us, looking like a sexy little lumberjack with his flannel shirt over his grey tanktop, and the 3-day-old stubble decorating his face. It is just a pair of hairs, nothing more, but in my head, it is the sexiest thing. "It is just pancakes and coffee, don't kick your panties off just yet. It is early, you still have time until breakfast's ready. You might want to go lay down for a bit longer, I'll call you." Calum suggests as I take a seat, setting up my iPad on the island and opening my notepad. "I have to study for this neonatal procedure. Robins has sent me a pack of notes and a video. I have already watched the video, don't worry about the gore. I am just taking notes of the notes." I assure him, clicking my pen. "I love gore." He teases, mumbling under his breath. I smirk to myself before opening the article Robins sent to me. "Is it interesting?" He asks me, passing me a mug of coffee. "To me, yeah. I doubt you would have any interest in neuroendoscopic neonatal procedures for spinal fluid dynamics, though." I state, scribbling down on my paper. "I have a huge interest in the things you are interested in." He comments, moving behind me and resting his chin on top of my head. "Ok then. I am studying for an endoscopic septostomy. The plan is to prep now for the procedure so that when the mother goes into labor, I perform on the baby straight away. Right now, there is an obstructed ventricle on the baby's brain, which does not allow the proper circulation of cerebrospinal fluid. Our goal is to unblock the ventricle and allow proper circulation, thus connecting the 3 ventricles of the foramen of Monro." I explain, drawing a quick shape on the paper to explain it. "It sounds all very sexy when you say it." He plants a kiss on my jaw. I giggle, feeling ticklish from the way his day-old beard rubs on my skin. "It is truly such an exciting thing to do. The whole procedure is nothing sort of art. Minimal need for interventions post-surgery. And no severe complications. It is exciting just thinking about it." I explain and Calum chuckles. "I can see how excited you are. When is the mother due?" He asks. "4 weeks. I have time to prep, but you never know when she might get into labor. I want to be ready for any case." "You know you are my personal hero, right?" He asks me, wrapping his arms around me. "It is really not that big of a deal..." I feel my cheeks heat up at his compliment, still getting flustered when he praises me "It is. You should see yourself when you are talking about all that medical stuff... You can light up the whole town." Calum kisses my cheek softly, letting his peck hover over my skin.

"Don't you people have any fucking sense for others in this house?" Jean almost screams, making both Calum and me snap toward the entrance of the kitchen. "I didn't realize you were home." I stutter, watching as she fumes. "I come home after a night shift and I am looking for a bit of quietness to have a bit of sleep, and there you are, laughing like hyenas and talking like you are 3 miles apart." She groans. "I don't think we were that loud." Calum protests, for the first time confronting her. "Of course, you fucking don't. You weren't the one being awakened." "Jean, you know you don't live alone. And we were not loud. We were just talking. I am sorry you are not asleep now, but you are being insufferable the past few days. Everything annoys you." I say calmly, knowing that even a raise in tone will upset her. "Of course, I am not living alone. We used to be two. Now it's three of us..." She says bitterly, walking away from the kitchen.

Calum stays and stares at me empathetically, waiting to see my reaction now that she is gone. "I don't think she likes me much." He mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper, making sure she does not have an excuse to be bitter. "I don't think she likes anyone to be honest." I roll my eyes, shutting my tablet case closed. "Maybe I should stop spending time at your house..." He suggests and I shake my head at him. "I think it is time I stop spending time at this house." I reply and he looks at me with knitted eyebrows. "Jean... She used to have a little crush on me. I made it clear I was not interested and she dropped it. But when I started dating you, she started acting weird. I don't think I am comfortable with this behavior anymore. I think it is time I find a place for myself." I explain, tilting my head to the side. "Well, that explains a lot..." Calum replies, taking a sip from my coffee. "So, you are planning to move out?" He asks me, making me shrug in response. "I don't see another way to cope with her being awful. I am tired of this. She is not mean to just you, she has become aggressive with me too." I state and he sighs, leaning in to peck my forehead. "Pack a little bag with what you'll need. Come stay with me while you prep for the surgery and we will look into options for moving out. Go, I'll stay here and tidy up your kitchen..." He suggests, stroking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You don't have to take me in like a stray. I will be fine here." I assure him but he does not seem to be taking no for an answer at the moment. "What kind of boyfriend I would be if I let my girlfriend stay where they don't treat her right?" He asks, picking up the plate of pancakes before me.

"New dress?" Calum asks as he enters the master bathroom. I shrug, leaving my powder brush by the sink. "I figured our first anniversary deserved something nice." I reply as he moves behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist softly. He pecks the top of my head, smiling as he looks at us in the mirror. "I can't believe you have been mine for a year now... How did I ever get so lucky?" He asks, not breaking eye contact through the mirror. "I don't know... But thank your lucky star for me too." I reply, stretching my hand back to stroke his hair. "I'll make sure I do. Almost ready?" He asks me, lowering his lips to the nook of my neck. "Just lipstick and perfume and we are out of the door." I reply and he hums. "I think gloss will suit you better today." He comments and I cock an eyebrow at him. "Ok, Mr. MUA... I'll take your advice today." "I'll pick your perfume." He pecks my temple, moving to the drawer of my toiletries in his bathroom. "Is this a dig to my taste?" I ask him with a soft chuckle. "You obviously have great taste. You are dating me. I just want to pick your perfume." He replies, picking up the little bottles and opening the caps to smell them. "This one. This one always smells good on your skin." He comments, taking a deep whiff of the perfume before letting it rest on the counter by the sink. "I will be out in a second." I smile, applying a layer of lipgloss to my lips. "Gonna check if Duke is set..." He says, pressing a kiss on the side of my head. "I'll meet you downstairs." I reply cheerily, throwing the gloss inside my little purse.

The sun is shining brightly as we ride through the Californian road, blasting some soft music with the windows rolled down, letting the soft wind hit our faces. Even with sunglasses on, the light is so bright that I have to narrow my eyes to be able to look out of the window. "The only thing that could make this thing better is if we were in a convertible." I comment, leaning my head back against the headrest of my seat. Calum smiles and picks my hand from my lap, not taking his eyes off the road as he brings it to his lips. "Next year." He replies, fixing his sunglasses. "You are not taking me to the same place on our next anniversary." I comment and he hums in surprise. "Already having expectations for next year?" He asks. "Why shouldn't I? I am not planning on breaking up with you, and I am not letting you go... So..." I reply with a shrug. "That doesn't sound too bad. I am going to keep your word on that." He chuckles softly, smirking without turning to look at me. I smile to myself, reaching to stroke the hair on the side of his head. I can't remember the last time we had a soft day like this, usually too preoccupied with work and other obligations. So I am going to keep it as a sacred gift. "What is it, princess?" He asks me and I shrug. "Nothing... I just like spending time with you." I admit, not able to take my eyes off my man. He stays silent, but his eyes crinkle as a smile spreads on his face.

Calum pulls me from the group, looking around to make sure no one is looking at us as we walk further into the barrel cellar. "Where are you taking me?" I ask with a very soft giggle, taking a sip from the Merlot sampler we got handed before walking from the crowd. "Somewhere a bit more private." Calum replies, bringing the hand of mine he is holding to his lips. "Why do we need privacy?" I ask as he picks a corridor at the very back, hidden from the attendees. "Because you look a little too good in that dress." He comments, cornering me up against a barrel. He picks up the sampler glass from my hand and leaves it aside, before he leans down to kiss me, placing his hands on my hips. My hands move to the loops of his jeans, fingers going through them to pull him closer to my body. "You smell so sexy." He mutters against my lips, trailing a hand to cup my jaw and keep my head steady. "My boyfriend picked my scent today..." I giggle a little loudly, making Calum groan before he muffles me with a kiss. "I will need you to be really, really quiet. We don't want everyone hearing you and kicking us out." He says sternly, gripping my jaw firmly. "Why would they kick us out?" I ask, knitting my eyebrows together. Calum chuckles, inching the hand that was resting on my hips down to the hem of my dress. "We both know how vocal you can be when I touch you, angel." He comments, bringing his hand in between my thighs. I gasp, eyes going wide as I muffle my mouth with my hand. Calum has a devilish, triumphal smirk stretching on his lips as he discovers my core. "Angel is not as angelic as expected... Not wearing panties today?" He asks, rubbing his fingers on my slit, putting a little pressure on my clit. "Must have forgotten about them..." I tease, throwing my head back against the barrel. I spread my legs more, completely ignoring all logic that says we should not be doing that right now, in this place. "Where is your mind, princess?" He chuckles in a low voice. "On you." I reply, knowing my response will make him hum in pleasure. "That's my girl... Should reward you for that." He hums, gathering my wetness with his fingertips. He grabs my chin and pulls my head down, bringing his lips to mine as he slips 2 fingers inside me. I am grateful for being muffled; the sigh that leaves my lips would have caused some queried looks if not suppressed by his kiss. He curls his fingers up, smirking against my mouth at my little gasp. I feel my face becoming hot, the rush of the moment taking over my prudish side. But who am I kidding? My prudish side has been muted for a year now. "Do you have any idea how wet you are?" Calum asks, caressing his fingers inside me slowly as he moves his lips to my neck. "You will be a good girl and stay quiet for me, won't you baby?" He asks me, grazing his teeth over my sweetspot. "Because if you won't, we will have to stop this. And we don't want this, do we?" He asks me in a condescending tone. I purr in agreement, pressing my lips together to force myself to stay quiet. He picks up the pace of thrusting his fingers, while his thumb moves expertly to stroke my clit softly. His fingers cause a knot in the pit of my stomach, while his thumb on my clit makes me tingle all over, sending electricity down my spine. I have to brace myself, so I cling to him, burying my face in the side of his neck. My nails clutch onto his back as I become more and more lost in pleasure. My left leg hikes up, wrapping around his waist as I lean back, hiding my face to the side, muffling my mouth with my hand. "You have to stay still, princess." Calum comments. "I can't. I can't. I am sorry." I mutter, bucking my hips against his hand. "I need you... I need your cock." I whisper, looking at him pleadingly. "Not here, angel. But I promise you, you will get everything you crave when we return home." He replies as I pulse around him. "I need to..." I begin, but before the whimper could escape from my lips, I bite onto my hand. "I know, baby. Cum for me." Calum leans in, pressing his forehead against mine. It is mind-blowingly intense, trying to cum without making a single sound and drawing attention to us. Yet, I dig my nails into my palm and manage to ride my high without making noise. "You look so cute, all flustered from your orgasm." Calum comments, pecking the tip of my nose. "You know, I was never that risky before I met you." I state as he moves his thumb against my clit, prolonging the euphoric feeling coursing inside me. "What are you talking about? The first time we fucked was in a supply room in the hospital you are working." He points out, taking his fingers off from inside me. There is a numb pulse on my core at the loss of contact, but then I watch as Calum brings his fingers to his mouth, taking my taste, and the pulse becomes heat, spreading on my sex and my whole body. "I think we should leave. What do you think, angel?" He asks me, fixing the hem of my dress. "Who needs wine when I can get drunk on you?" I ask, gulping the knot in the back of my throat that forms just at the thought of what will happen once back home.

Calum takes my hand in his as I lay my head to rest on his chest. Still breathing heavily from his orgasm, he brings my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles softly. "Why does it still feel so good?" He asks with a sigh. "Would you rather sex was bad?" I ask him back and he chuckles. "It was rhetorical." He points out. "Ashton thinks we are still in a honeymoon phase." Calum adds and I move my gaze to meet his. "You are talking to Ashton about our sex life?" I ask and he rolls his eyes. "No. Obviously no. He just thinks I am smitten. And I don't disagree, to be honest." "Oh, Hood is in love." I chuckle, leaving a kiss on his chest. "I am." "Luckily, I am in love with you too." I rest my ear on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "We really left our date to come stay in, huh?" He comments and I hum in agreement. "There isn't a better place to be than with you." I reply, tracing a pattern on top of his stomach. "I got you a little something." He states, sitting up to reach under his bed. "What a coincidence... I did too." I cock an eyebrow, getting off the bed to head to the drawer I keep my stuff. "You really shouldn't have." He sighs. "Likewise." I kneel on the end of the bed, passing him the little cardboard box. He hands me the gift bag, motioning me to stop before I open it. "It is really stupid, the thing I got you. But it was stuck in my brain since we talked about it." "I am really curious about what it is." I comment, tapping my fingers on the bag. "You can go ahead and open it if you want to." He suggests but I shake my head. "Yours first. I have to explain it a bit." Calum eagerly undoes the bow that holds the little box together, lifting the lid to take a look inside.

"I always love it when you wear rings. And I thought about what I should get you, and it was this. This is the snake from the international medicine symbol, shaped like your initial. I know it is stupid, but I thought that it would be like having a little bit of me wrapped around your finger." I explain, watching as Calum takes the ring out of the box and slides it on his finger. "It is one of the most beautiful gifts I have ever gotten. I love the thought behind it. Wait, did you design it?" He asks me and I shake my head no. "I described it to the jewelry designer and he made it for me. I am not that good at designing." "It is beautiful. Thank you, my love." He runs his finger over the ring, smiling as he takes a good look at the chunky, silver ring. "My turn now." I announce, opening the bag. "I am really embarrassed about my gift now." He warns me. I reach inside, picking out a brand new lab coat, embroidered with the hospital's logo on the right side of it. On the left, it has my name, and title, with a bit of addition underneath it. 'Dr. Angel Face', with angel wings on either side of the sentence. I laugh softly, remembering when I jokingly suggested I should have the nickname embroidered on my coat. "Calum, this is... Amazing. I don't know what to say." I am still looking at the coat, running my finger over my nickname. "Wait... That's the title I will get when I complete my fellowship." I point out and he hums. "I am so sure it is coming soon, I don't see the point of not having it embroidered on the coat already." He states. I leave the coat aside, moving closer to Calum and cradling his face in my hands. "I love you so fucking much." I state, before leaning in to kiss him.

Announcement: Two more parts for the prequels before I post the next part of the main story. It is going to be titled Wrapped Around Your Finger, and I will probably have to break it into 2 posts because thus far it is 38k words and I am still not done with the plotlines I want to include.

Dr Angel Face Main Stories: Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face / Dr. Angel Face Alternative / Dr. Angel Face Prequel 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 9 , 10 / My Full Masterlist / Dr. Angel Face Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

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Rose-Colored Glasses Epilogue; Hawaii (Sugar Daddy!Harry)

Summary: Every love story has an end. This is an NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable reading this type of content, please, scroll through the masterlist to find something you might like. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Public Sex/ Penetrative Sex / Breeding Kink / Corruption Kink if you squint / Pregnancy / Labor) (Words: 2.3k)

Vol. 1, Part 1: New York City / Vol. 1, Part 2: New York City & Aspen / Vol. 1, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome / Vol. 1, Epilogue / Vol. 2, Part 1: New York / Vol.2, Part 2: New York, Upper East Side / Vol.2, Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 4: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Vol.2, Part 6: New York, Zurich, London / My Full Masterlist / Rose-Colored Glasses Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

“How is the water?” I ask Harry as he walks towards our hammock. He is dripping with water, the sun highlighting his gorgeous tan. He grabs the towel that has been hanging from a tree branch, softly drying his body before he climbs on the hammock with me. “You would know if you left this book down for ten minutes and joined your poor little husband.” He complains and I chuckle, shaking my head. “The book is captivating.” I reply as he makes himself comfortable behind me. “The book about Hawaiian myths and legends is more captivating than your husband?” “Don’t ask questions you know you won’t like the answer to.” I sigh. He delivers a light slap to my ass, kissing the side of my neck softly. “The curse of marrying an intellectual.” He mumbles, moving his hand down my stomach. He finds the hem of my bikini bottoms, tracing it with the tip of his finger. “Harry…” I sing, stirring in my spot from becoming ticklish. “Yes, honey?” He asks, kissing my neck softly. “You have to stop penetrating me every 5 minutes.” I place the piece of paper I use as a bookmark inside the book and leave it aside, knowing well that I won’t be reading more anytime soon. “It has been at least 15 minutes since I was inside you.” He jokes and I roll my eyes. “We will be seen.” I protest and he laughs at my comment. “By whom? This is a private beach. We got here specifically because it is private and we can fuck all we want here.” He states and I shriek as he slips his hand under the strings of my bikini. “There are people in this little bar over there, remember? They brought us coconut water and fruit a little ago?” I point and he brushes it off. “They are not looking our way. Plus they are very discreet.” “We have to pace ourselves. You’ll get tired of me and start looking for someone else to fuck soon.” “That doesn’t sound plausible. I don’t think I will ever get tired of you. I’ll be 80 and still craving you.” He replies, cupping my sex. I can feel the metal of his wedding band on my sex and that excites me; of all the rings on his fingers, the wedding band is my all-time favorite.

“What do I have to do to convince you to get off birth control?” He asks me in his hot, raspy voice. “This is not a discussion we should have while hot-headed, baby. And it is not something that can happen within a day.” I reply and he hums, stroking my clit slowly. “I am not hot-headed. I was just thinking that it is a good time to start planning. I want to have as many children as I can with you. And I know you want that too. Am I wrong?” He asks and I shake my head. “I want that too. A huge fucking family, as soon as possible. I want that with you, Harry. But I have to talk with my doctor to get off the pill.” “I didn’t know that.” He admits, pressing his fingers more on my sex, causing me to pulse around nothing. “The more you know…” “For now, we can practice, right?” He asks me and I chuckle. “Harry…” I can barely let his name out of my lips. “Just the tip, princess. Just the tip. Let me just, slip it inside your perfect little hole.” He moans by my ear, raising chills along my spine. "What are you doing to me?" I ask him, pushing my ass more toward him. He breathes on the back of my neck, untying the top of my bikini. "Nothing more than what you are doing to me. Can you feel how hard you've made me?" He asks, taking his hand out of my bikini bottoms and lowering the back of the swimsuit, freeing my sex enough for him to have access to it.

"Look at those fucking tits. My God, you look so good, baby. An angel out of heaven, and I get to corrupt you for as long as we live." He murmurs, slowly slipping his tip inside me. He doesn't move past my entrance, and his presence there is making me pulse. "Need you to move inside me." I mumble while his hand roams up to my breasts. He removes the triangular fabric that covers my tit, cupping it with his big hand and squeezing it tightly. "But we said just the tip…" He teases me, kissing the spot below my jaw. "We both know that it is never just the tip, Harry. We have never stayed just at the tip." I reply and he laughs before he thrusts inside me. "Oh, fuck." I cry out, my hand traveling to meet his on my tit. I dig my nails into the back of his hand, causing him to groan against my neck. "Slowly, Harry. One wrong move and we will fall from the hammock." I press my body onto his, leaving no space between our bodies. He wraps his arms around my body tightly, stopping me from squirming and flipping us over. "Fucking on the sand is not that bad." He thrusts his hips upwards, pushing his cock so far inside me that I feel my stomach numbing. "Sand gets everywhere. We don't want an infection halting our month-long, honeymoon fuckfest, do we?" I ask, turning my head to look at him, which he uses as an excuse to capture my lips in a kiss. His tongue hazily moves against mine, his lips curling into a smile as I whimper. "Should I cum inside you, mon amour?" He asks me, his hand leaving my tit and reaching down, moving past my stomach and right into my bikini bottoms again. He presses his middle and forefinger onto my clit, circling it fast, just to watch me jolt up like I have been hit by a lightning bolt. "Sure, ruin another bikini… Hope you like your wife swimming around like a nudist." I tease him and he moans. "A literal dream. The only thing I had in mind when we booked this trip. " He continues stroking my bundle of nerves, making heat spread on my body. "Perv…" "You already knew that, didn’t you? It is the reason you married me” He slams his hips onto my body, harder than before. He is ready for me, he is ready to fill me up. And I am ready for him, I am ready to reach that sweet, sweet high he so generously gives me all the time. “It’s fine. Cum inside me. I’ll buy a new bikini tomorrow morning when I head to town.” I assure him, grabbing onto his forearm. I am ready, I am there, I am there, I am…

I feel as if something exploded inside me, a rush of excitement and pleasure filling me up. Harry holds onto me tightly, keeping me from flipping the hammock over. “Shh, babygirl. Shit, you get so loud when I fuck you good, don’t you?” He asks, his hand from around my body moving to my mouth to muffle me up. “There, there…” I keep murmuring as he continues stimulating my clit. It is a constant jolt, my full body spasming the longer he touches me after my orgasm. Of course, I can hear the words come out muffled, but I can’t stop myself from repeating them. “Ready for me, baby?” He asks through gritted teeth. I nod and hum, pulling his hand out of my bikini. It is too much for me, and I want to feel the pure sensation of him exploding inside me, no other distractions. “Fuck, fuck… You take my cum so well.” He praises me, gluing his hips on my ass as he fills me up. “Kiss me.” I demand, turning my head towards him. He pulls me in for a kiss, capturing me in a breath-stopping kiss. I don’t care about anything right now but him. I have all I want right in my arms, or better said, I am between the arms of everything I want.

I hop off the hammock, fixing my bikini to cover what Harry has exposed to the world. Harry whistles at me, making me turn around and give him a side-eye. “What? I am just admiring what is beautiful… And with this light, you look like a work of art, darling.” He replies and I stretch my body. “If you are trying to kill me with a heart attack to get my inheritance, I haven’t included you in my will yet…” He states and I turn around so fast, I hear my neck pop. “Why would you have a will? Is there something you are not telling me? Are you sick? Is it the reason we got married? For us to be able to enjoy some good time together before it gets bad?” I ask him, eyes going wide in worry. “Baby, I was just joking. I am absolutely healthy, we don’t have to worry about anything.” "And you don’t have a will?” I ask and he nods his head. “There has been no need for one this far.” “This far? “Now that we are married and we are thinking of starting a family, I might need to get some things in order. Just to make sure you are going to be ok if something happens.” He replies as I climb onto the hammock to join him. “I don’t like this conversation.” I pout and he wraps his arms around me. “Let’s change the topic, then.” “It’s nice here…” I sigh and relax on his chest. “It is. A little piece of paradise.” He kisses the top of my head, stroking his hand down my back softly. “And apparently a great place to raise kids. Good hospitals, good schools.” I list off and he hums. “Looks like you did your research.” “Just some info, I was a bit curious about the place.” “Curious?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders, looking up at him. “I just wish we could stay in this place forever.” I admit and he smiles softly.

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"Is there space for me here?" Harry calls for my attention. I raise my gaze from my book to see him standing up with 2 glasses of lemonade in his hands. “Of course…” I move a little, letting him sit behind me, his legs on either side of my body. He grabs one of the pillows that are laying on the throw blanket we are sitting on and brings it between his torso and my back as I take a sip of the refreshing lemonade. “There we go. How are my babies?” He asks, cradling my protruding bump in both hands. “We are ok. Even better now that daddy is here.” I smile, bringing my hand to stroke my stomach. The baby has finally calmed down with the kicking, and I feel better now that I am sitting on the grass, watching the beautiful Hawaiian sunset. This little spot in our yard always seems to soothe me, and since I have entered the month I am due to deliver, I spend most of my days here. “All well in NY?” I ask him and he hums. “Everything is as it was. Or at least it seems like it.” “You are worried you are not there, aren’t you?” I ask and he chuckles. “I am still adjusting to remote work, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here.” He strokes my hair and I relax back on his chest.

It is true that we are both still adjusting to this change. Everything happened so fast; we saw this house when we were on our honeymoon, so we decided to buy it, just to have a little safe haven here and a reason to get away more frequently. By the time we were done renovating it, we found out that we were expecting, which gave us a reason to consider the quality of life we would like to offer our family. So we decided to split our time between New York and Hawai'i, at least for the first couple of years of our baby’s life. Which means that Harry will have to work remotely for half of the year. He says he doesn’t mind, but I know his controlling nature is eating him alive. But at the very least, he is trying and I appreciate that more than I can phrase. I changed the topic of my Ph.D. even, right after our honeymoon, much to my supervisor’s dismay. Our trip inspired me to study Hawaiian art and the mythological representation in Hawaiian culture. I have to start over and throw away all the previous research I did, but I am enjoying this topic way more than the previous one.

Even Chrissy and Adrian relocated here. Harry and Adrian are opening a restaurant, a high Hawaiian cuisine, which if all goes well, will be a classy spot celebrating locality. Harry chose Adrian as the manager of the restaurant due to his experience in hospitality, but deep down I think he did it so I could have my best friend here, to keep me happy. He won’t admit that, though. He thinks the only person he can trust with this business is Adrian, which I agree with. I love having Chrissy here; when she is not busy with work and Mark, her 1-year-old son, she spends her time with me, and she has been the biggest help with this pregnancy, keeping me calm and helping me feel confident in this role I am about to take.

And just like that, Harry and I will be married for 3 years in 4 months, 3 years of the most beautiful moments of my life, 3 years of pure magic. May we have 100 more…

“Should we head in for dinner? The timer will go off in a couple of minutes.” Harry suggests, peeking at his phone. I nod my head, picking up my book before Harry helps me up from the ground. “Harry…” I call calmly as he picks up the blanket and pillows. “Yes, sunshine?” He folds the blanket messily. “I think my waters just broke.”

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Rose-Colored Glasses, Vol.2, Part 6: New York, Zurich, London (Sugar Daddy!Harry Styles)

Summary: (Y/N) has some major career choices to make. Harry takes her along on an investors’ tour, and they have a big discussion about their relationship. The penultimate part. This is an NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable reading content like this one, feel free to scroll through my Masterlist to find something you might like. (Smut / Teasing/ Oral Sex; Female Receiving / Breeding Kink / Semi-Public Sex) (Words: 8.4k) Vol. 1, Part 1: New York City / Vol. 1, Part 2: New York City & Aspen / Vol. 1, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome / Vol. 1, Epilogue / Vol. 2, Part 1: New York / Vol.2, Part 2: New York, Upper East Side / Vol.2, Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 4: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / My Full Masterlist / Rose-Colored Glasses Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

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Rose-Colored Glasses, Vol.2, Part 6: New York, Zurich, London (Sugar Daddy!Harry Styles)

Summary: (Y/N) has some major career choices to make. Harry takes her along on an investors' tour, and they have a big discussion about their relationship. The penultimate part. This is an NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable reading content like this one, feel free to scroll through my Masterlist to find something you might like. (Smut / Teasing/ Oral Sex; Female Receiving / Breeding Kink / Semi-Public Sex) (Words: 8.4k) Vol. 1, Part 1: New York City / Vol. 1, Part 2: New York City & Aspen / Vol. 1, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome / Vol. 1, Epilogue / Vol. 2, Part 1: New York / Vol.2, Part 2: New York, Upper East Side / Vol.2, Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 4: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Epilogue; Hawaii / My Full Masterlist / Rose-Colored Glasses Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

It has been about a year since that conversation with Harry. Another Christmas went by, with everyone's eyes glued on my ring finger, to find out whether Harry popped the question or not. It is not just his family and our friends anymore. Every time I accompany him to business dinners or trips, every time I visit his office, everyone is looking at my hands, scanning for a sparkling stone on that finger. At first, I was getting annoyed, and frustrated at the invasion of privacy. But now it is just funny, everyone is so obsessed with our relationship, so amazed by the fact Harry is in the longest relationship of his life -at least by Lita's sayings.

"Well, I will be damned..." I hear a familiar voice from the entrance of the design room. I have been helping from the game studio's headquarters lately, so I have been meeting with a lot of people. I raise my gaze to find Chimera, my old professor from my bachelor years. "Professor Fisher... It is so good to see you again. How have you been?" I ask her, leaving my pad on the desk to walk toward her. "I have been fine, Ms. (Y/L/N). Last I heard of you, you were moving out of New York." She shakes my hand. "Yes, but now I am back. I apologize for not attending our meeting all the way back." "The past is in the past, (Y/N). Tell me, what are you doing here?" She asks me. "I help with the gameplay dialogues and info, check the validity of information, you know, putting my knowledge to any use I can." I explain to my old professor who is now looking at me as if she is scanning me, looking for any excuse to judge me. "I see." "What are you doing here? This is the last place I expected to see you." I ask her. "The studio wants to recruit one of my students, apparently as your assistant, as part of their dissertation. As the head of the department, I had to check this place out." She replies. "Oh, that is amazing. I could use some help around here. And I am glad I will get to work with a fellow NYU student." I smile at her. "Now that I have found you, what about we go grab some lunch and discuss how you like it here? Maybe we can have that meeting we didn't have all this time back." She suggests. I check my wristwatch, seeing that I have at least 45 minutes until my lunch break. "I will have to ask my supervisor if I can have my break a bit earlier." I smile and point to the supervisor's office.

"What's up with you today?" Chrissy asks, pulling out a lace bodycon from the rack and holding it before my body. "Hm?" I realize that I have been holding onto the same pair of satin panties for the last 10 minutes, mindlessly feeling the smoothness of the fabric in my hand. "I am asking what is going on inside your head... You are off today. What is so much more interesting than lingerie shopping?" She chuckles. "I saw Chimera today... Professor Fisher." I state, placing the pair of panties in my shopping basket. "You did? And what, she sucked the life out of you?" She asks jokingly. "No... I mean, she was actually very nice. She bought me lunch." "Well, I mean, she always liked you. You were her little teacher's pet." She teases me, knowing that I am dying to hear praise from any authoritative figure. "Still, she was very difficult to deal with, you remember." "Anyways, is that the reason you are off today? Because Chimera bought you lunch?" She asks with a scoff. "I was supposed to have a meeting with her when I got back from Italy." I explain, avoiding eye contact. "(Y/N), baby. I love you, but I can't keep pressing you to extract information. You have to be the one to tell me if you want to let it out." She comments and I sigh. "She wanted to suggest I start my Ph.D. back then. She said that my research project was riveting for a bachelor student and that skills and insights like mine should not be limited to developing a mobile game. She said that if I am up for it, I can apply tomorrow morning and start next week because she will vouch for me." "(Y/N), baby... That is amazing. Oh my God, I am so proud of you, but oh, oh so jealous. You should be celebrating, not sulking." She encourages me, hugging me in celebration. "What are you thinking? Are you doing it?" She asks me. I sigh, feeling my eyes brimming with tears. "I can't afford it. I have to pay off my student loan. She said we could look for partial funding, but it is not enough for me to not go into complete debt with my current salary." I reply, feeling a tightness in my stomach. I really, really want this, but I can't have it. "Why... Why are you not... asking Harry for money? He would be more than happy to help, you know that." She suggests. "We made it very clear when we first got back together that he will not treat me like a sugar baby again." "Yeah, ok. But this is not like that and you know it." "It will feel like that to me. I won't even tell him about meeting with Chimera today. And I'll just forget about it. I have to focus on other things either way." I reply and she looks at me with a furrow on her brow. "Other things?" "I mean the game. I'd tell you if I had to plan a wedding, don't worry." I roll my eyes, showing her my still-ringless ring finger. She just hums and places the bodycon in my basket, moving to the next rack. "You know, sometimes I feel like your personal Barbie doll. You dress me up and then send me home for Harry to enjoy." "I am on his payroll for exactly that reason." She jokes. "That explains a lot, actually." I mumble and follow right behind her.

It has not been easy for me to move past this. I have always thought of myself as a scholar, as a person active in the field of research, someone who helps the next generations understand art a little better, and a person who helps all those stories behind artworks to be told to the world. So it is not easy for me to kick away this opportunity.

"Sunshine, you are still not ready?" Harry asks, emerging from the closet. He is trying to fix the cufflinks on his shirt's sleeves but he is struggling, so I gesture for him to come closer so I can do it for him. "I am not really feeling well. I think I am staying home tonight. Give my apologies to the company." I murmur, fixing the little decorations on his crisp, white shirt. "What is it, princess? You have been under the weather for a while now. Have you been to the doctor?" "It's fine, it's just tiredness." I assure him. I don't like lying to him, and I certainly don't enjoy watching him worry about me, but it is not really a lie. I am feeling sick, and being with his nosy business partners will not help me feel better. "Baby, have you... Have you taken a test?" He asks me. I can sense some hope in his voice. He has expressed that he wants us to have a family, but we have agreed to not rush it or force it. It will come in its own time. "A test?" I ask him. "A pregnancy test." He clarifies and I chuckle. "Harry, I am not pregnant." I hate to crush his hopes. "Are you sure? I can ask Vinny to bring you one." He offers and I nod. "I am sure. I had my period 10 days ago, remember?" I ask and he huffs. "I am just tired. I am sorry." I smile softly at him, running my thumb over his knuckles. "I'll cancel tonight. I'll stay with you, cook you a healthy soup, and we will sit and watch something on the telly." He begins unbuttoning his shirt but I stop him. "No. You should go. I will be fine for a couple of hours. I'll drink some tea, take a melatonin gummy, and go to bed. Tomorrow I'll feel better." I assure him, standing up to give him a short kiss. "Are you sure about that?" He asks me and I nod my head. "I will be fine, baby. I just need to rest. Go, have fun. I will see you during breakfast." "If you need anything, just call me." "I know." "I mean it. I will keep my phone on." "Okay, Harry. Now go, don't be late for dinner." "Fine. I am going. Oh, I can leave Vinny here. Just in case you need anything. He suggests but I shake my head no. "I will be fine on my own, Harry. But thank you for being so considerate." It is sweet of him, I can't lie. "Alright. I'll try to get out of it as soon as possible. Bye, baby. I hope you feel better soon." He moves out of the door hesitantly, leaving me alone in the empty house.

A knock on my office's door brings me out of my zone, stopping my typing mid-sentence. Harry stares at me through the glass door, waving at me happily. I smile and gesture for him to enter, watching him as he tries to open the door with his body. "I come bearing gifts." He announces as he walks in. And he truly does. A bouquet of fresh daisies, a large, brown paper bag from our favorite takeout place, and a smaller bag from the french patisserie near his office, all carried by him and placed on top of my desk. "This is a surprise." I state, standing up from my chair to hug him. I know that the glass door and the window divider don't give us much privacy, but I don't mind being seen hugging my man. "Is it a pleasant one?" He asks me and I hum. "Always. What are you doing here?" I ask him, inviting him to take a seat on the small, 2-seat leather couch in the corner of the room. My office is not as impressive as his, it is way smaller, way less private, and more minimalistic than his, but at least it is all mine. "You haven't visited my office in a while. So I thought I should pay my busy girlfriend a visit." He starts taking the takeout out of the bag. "You know I have been swamped lately, bub. And you see me at home all the time. Is that not enough for you? You'll wound up tired of me in the end." I joke as he hands me a lunchbox. "It will never be enough for me, no matter how many hours a day I see you. I just wished I would see you happier a lot more often." He hands me a travel mug with coffee, my usual fragrant cappuccino feeling warm in my hand, despite the isolation of the mug. "I've been feeling a bit off lately, that's all. I'll get better once spring takes over." I try to make up an excuse, but Harry is smarter than that, he doesn't buy it.

"Why didn't you tell me about the Ph.D. offer?" He asks me, sitting across from me on the couch. Well, due to the size of the furniture, we are pretty much one upon another. "Harry..." I don't know what to tell him. I didn't even realize he knew that much. "(Y/N)..." He insists, prying my head up with his pointer and middle finger. "Chrissy told you?" I ask him. "Only after I told her how miserable you've been lately. She is worried about you. I am worried about you. I thought you wanted to break up with me and didn't know how to tell me." He explains. "Harry, no. Of course not. I just... I can't afford to do it now. So what use would there be telling you? I wanted to suppress it, I wanted to forget it even happened." I admit, fidgeting with my rings. "If there is one thing I learned from therapy is that the more you suppress things, the stronger they return when they resurface. You can't ignore a smoke alarm, the fire will catch up to you. Yes, you wanted to suppress it, but it took away your happiness." "Ok, yeah. It happened. But even now, nothing has changed. I still can't do it, and now you know about it, so every time you'll look at me, you'll pity me." I sound frustrated, more so than I thought I would. "Is this Ph.D. something you want to do? Is it something that will bring happiness back to my favorite person?" He asks me and I sigh. I simply nod my head, biting my lip to stop myself from crying. "Then you should go ahead and do it." "You know I don't get paid enough to pay off my student debt and start a Ph.D." I chuckle and he scoffs. "I'll fund it." He states. "Harry, no. We have agreed you wouldn't treat this as a business deal. This is precisely why I didn't want you to know in the first place." I try to sound definite about this and cut this option off completely, but Harry remains calm and just looks at me until I am calm enough to listen to what he has to say. "I am not doing this to control you. I am not doing this to own you, or because I want you to feel in debt to me. I am doing this because this is the sort of thing you do for the person you love. I love you. And if this is going to bring the smile back to your face, I am going to pay ten times the fucking tuition." "What if we break up?" I ask him and he tilts his head to the side. "Are you planning on breaking up with me, (Y/L/N)?" He asks me. "Of course not, Harry. But shit happens, you never know. You might get bored of me, you might be the one who will want to break up." "(Y/N), baby... I will never get bored of you. I don't ever plan on breaking up with you. And believe me, if you ever decide to break up with me, the last thing I will care about will be the money. So, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), do this sad, sad man a favor and apply for the Ph.D., because every second I don't see the light in your eyes, I lose my happiness too." He takes my hand in his, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss on it. I smile and nod, moving closer to him to press a kiss on his lips. "I don't know how I will ever repay you." I whisper. He strokes my face softly, looking at me for a moment, staring deep into my eyes. "Love me. It is enough for me. Love me, because your love makes me a better person, and it makes the darkness go away. So, just... Love me." He states, stroking his thumb over my cheek. I nod my head, feeling finally ready to burst into tears. I have been holding myself for a while, trying to deny the pain I have been feeling. But now I can finally let go, I can finally admit how painful this has been for me.

"Is that the necklace I got you back when we first met?" Harry asks me, holding up the chain with the rose-gold plated dove necklace. I am currently finishing packing up for our trip to Europe, for an investors' tour. Harry is checking the jewelry I have packed for the trip, bored out of his mind now that he has finished with his own obligations. "It is." I smirk, looking at the dainty necklace. "You still got it?" He asks and I nod my head at him. "I thought it had long been buried in Arlington's grounds." "It is way too pretty to be buried." I reply. He hums, closing the box and placing it back into my luggage. "I hope this one is not packed to be worn in public..." He holds up a lace teddy, a baby pink, nearly transparent one, which of course Chrissy chose for me, but I couldn't agree more that I have to wear this. "Oh, this one? This one is for dinner with your parents... This, the pair of gladiator lace-up Amina Mauddi high heels you got me for Valentine's, and the silk romp Chrissy got me for Christmas... The perfect outfit for the in-laws, don't you think?" I ask him, folding in half the protective fabric bag that has one of my formal dresses inside, and placing it in my suitcase. "For the in-laws?" He asks, cheerful about the phrase I used to describe his parents. "I meant your family." "You said the in-laws, though..." He teases, walking closer to me. "I meant your family, Harry. Don't make too much of it." I scoff and he shakes his head at me. "You said the in-laws..." He grabs me by the waist, pulling me close to his body. "You said the in-laws." "Harry..." "No, no, no. Don't ruin it for me now... You said the in-laws. Which means, you are thinking of me as your husband. Tell me, (Y/N)... Are you thinking of me as your husband, baby? Are you thinking of becoming my wifey, Ms. (Y/L/N)?" He asks me, gently pushing me onto our bed. "I have to finish packing... Or else the teddy will be worn during a business dinner." I giggle. He pins my hands onto the mattress, hovering above me as he smiles. "Don't threaten me, 'cause I will call Gemma and have her send a dozen outfits to Switzerland before we land." He teases me, leaning down to bury his face in my neck. "Harry, I have a shitload of things to do." I purr, but Harry knows better than to back away. "You wanna be called Mrs. Harry Styles, baby? Cause I can arrange that... Pretty much right now." He nudges his nose on my sweetspot, causing me to sigh at the sound of his last name as mine. "Harry, baby..." "Oh, I know, I know... You want me to put a baby inside you, hm... You want that even more, don't you?" He asks, letting go of my hands and raising the hem of my sweater until it is off my body. "I just want you." I admit, succumbing to the way his lips are working on my skin. "I knew that already, baby. If you could, you would have me fuck your tight little cunt all the damn time, wouldn't you?" He asks me, moving his hands now to take off my biker shorts. "I bet this little pussy of yours is already soaked, isn't it sweetheart? Just imagine how much needier you will be with those pregnancy hormones. Fuck, we will have to build a bed in my office for our little mid-day meetings." He toys with the hem of my panties, grazing the very tip of his finger over my bikini line and sending shivers all over my body. "Damn, your impregnation kink... You know, rich guys tremble at the idea of producing spawns with random women, in case they demand a fortune for their paternity." I manage to gather enough coherence to tease him. "You've taken all logic out of my brain, princess. I don't care if I am left with a single penny after I put a baby inside you." "Now, do you want me to put a baby deep inside you? Do you want me to put a baby right here?" He asks me, kissing my lower stomach. "Yes, please, daddy." I moan, feeling his hot breath on my skin. "How much do you want me?" He asks me, lowering his lips until they rest on my still-clothed mound. "I want you so much, I can't even find the words. Please... Look how messy you've made me." I groan and Harry chuckles. "Oh, princess... But you have to pack your luggage." He slithers away, smirking victoriously. "You little shit." I protest, nearly jumping up from the bed. "Weren't you the one protesting that you have to finish packing?" He asks cockily, walking into the bathroom with a toiletry bag in hand, whistling a tune in faux-mindlessness. "Get back here, Styles." I groan, folding my arms before my chest. "We have to finish packing, sunshine. Get back to it." He sounds too smug for my liking like he knows he won this round. Fuck, this is the last time I play hard to get when I want him that bad.

"I can't believe I won't see you for 3 whole weeks." Chrissy sighs before pouting at me. I roll my eyes playfully, knowing how dramatic she is right now. "Chrissy, we have gone way longer without seeing each other." "Not since you moved back to New York..." She mumbles. "I'll bring you Swiss chocolates to make up for the lost time." "Bitch, you keep your Swiss chocolates. You'd better bring me a Swiss watch." I laugh at her comment, earning looks from the jet's crew who are impatiently waiting for me to hang up. "I'll do my best. Chrissy, baby, I gotta hang up. We are preparing for takeoff and I need to switch to airplane mode." "Fine. Stay safe, call me when you land." She demands. "I don't know what time it is going to be here when we land there, honey." "I don't care... You call me. Love you, be ok." She greets me. It is adorable how much she worries about me, it makes me feel like someone has my back.

I would be lying if I said I don't get why she is so worried; the last time I left for so long with Harry, it was for that trip to Italy, and we all remember how that went. Of course, Harry and I have traveled abroad again since we got back together. But it is the first time we are going to be gone for so long. And it is the first time we are traveling for business. I can feel the nervousness in my stomach, and a burn in the back of my nose. It feels awful, and I am glad I share the feeling with Chrissy, because Harry seems on cloud nine, completely in his own fucking world, and not too bothered by what is clearly on my mind.

I put my phone on airplane mode and grab my journal -a beautiful recycled leather journal that Chrissy got me for my research-, and my laptop. With around 80 academic journals, articles, and pdfs, I have enough to entertain myself during the long flight, the long trip to be honest.

"We are all set." Harry announces, plopping down on his seat. The comfortable seats allow me to sit fully curled on mine, my laptop resting on my lap. I know it is not the best position to study in, and I will soon have to change it, but for now, it will have to do. "When are we taking off?" I ask and he chuckles. "Eager to get up high, sunshine?" He asks me with a soft smile. "Not really. I am just craving coffee and I know they are supposed to serve us after takeoff." "Oh, they are not?" He asks as he motions for a flight attendant to approach us. "Can you please bring us some coffee? The pretty lady over there needs a caffeine boost, she is an academic..." He comments, looking at me adoringly. I cock an eyebrow at him, opening my laptop to access the folder. "Right away, sir." The flight attendant smiles and walks to the front to execute Harry's request "You didn't have to do that. And I am not an academic." I mumble and he chuckles. "You are a Ph.D. candidate, correct? And you wanted some coffee, right? We are passengers on this flight, we can have some coffee." He states. I just hum, focusing my gaze on the text before me. "Is someone a little pissy today?" He asks me, leaving his seat and walking towards me. "Nope." "Oh my God. Are you mad at me?" He asks me with a sly smirk. "That I am." I admit. "Look at my perfect doll, owning up to how she feels... I am so proud of you." He licks his lips, sitting on the arm of my seat. "Aren't you going to ask why I am mad at you?" I ask him and he shakes his head, stroking the side of my face. "Oh, I know why already..." He scoffs. The flight attendant brings a tray with coffee and paraphernalia. "Oh, you do? So tell me, Harry, the all-knowing, why am I mad at you?" I ask him, peaking at the pot of coffee to avoid eye contact with his smug, stupid face. "It is because I haven't fucked you in the last 4 days, isn't it? Your little cunt is so wet, desperate, and hungry for my cock that you've turned horniness into anger. You crave me so much that you are pissed you can't have me." He states. My eyes dart straight to the flight attendant, who backs away with wide eyes. "People can hear you, you know..." I mumble, but Harry seems to not care. "I am telling the truth, am I not?" He asks me. "Yes, yes... I am pissed at you for not fucking me, Harry. You have been teasing me for days now, and you have been leaving me high and dry. How is that fair? You know, it reminds me of the stupid bet we had last year before Christmas... And if I remember, we both did not like that time of our life." I clench my jaw, making Harry chuckle at me. He grips my chin, making me look at him and calm down from my fluster. "4 days without my cock inside you and you are spiraling... Oh, dove... I should have known how desperate my wife gets without feeling me inside her." He teases me. "I am not your wife." I protest and he hums. "From all I said, you chose to protest the wife part... Interesting." He states and I shrug. "I want you to count 75 minutes from when we take off. After 75 minutes, I want you to get up and head to the bathroom, wait for me there... I promise you, I am going to make it up to you for the dry spell." "We are not having sex on this plane." "Yes, we are. I have always wanted to join the mile-high club. And now, I have the most perfect partner to do so. So, we either do it in the bathroom, or I take you right here, with only a lap blanket hiding what this mean, big man is doing to this sweet, little angel." He cocks an eyebrow at me, expecting an answer. Despite the idea of him fucking me before everyone's eyes is turning me on to the point I have to press my thighs together, I am way too shy to ever do that. "Fine. 75 minutes." "Until then, I want you to focus on your bibliography." He reaches for the pot, pours me a cup of coffee, and hands it to me. "You are a huge dick, Styles." I roll my eyes, taking the first sip of coffee. "Oh, I know that." He winks at me, moving back to his seat.

I could not stand still while waiting for time to pass. I thumped my pencil on my journal countless times until I filled a page with random lines from thumping. What was worse was that Harry seemed too focused on his tablet, not even throwing me an accidental look. I hate that he looks so casual when I know he burns for me.

I followed his instructions down to the very last word. I took my refreshing cosmetics pouch that I had packed in my backpack for a touchup before landing and headed to the bathroom, which seems way more spacious than the ones on commercial flights. Of course, Harry had to tease me, making me long for him even more. He calls it delayed gratification, I call it torture.

A knock on the door, and then my heart pounding that someone might need the bathroom, and I got excited over nothing. "(Y/N), baby... It's Harry. Let me in so I can help you. Is it your travel sickness again?" He asks me from the other side of the door. I am confused, eyebrows furrowed together, but I decide to play along without phrasing my bewilderment. I open the door for him, allowing him inside the bathroom which now feels not-so-spacious. "Since when do I get travel sickness?" I ask him once he locks the door. "Since we need a cover. I needed a reason to join you. Would you rather if I said morning sickness?" He asks me, gently cornering me against the wall. One hand rests on my waist, the other on my face, and he is looking at me with a dominant expression. I love that expression, I love it on Harry and Harry only. "Smart, Styles..." I comment with a soft smile. "Just creative, dove. Very creative when it comes to pleasuring my wife." "Not your wife..." I comment and he smirks. "Right, not yet." He states, slipping his hand into my culottes. I gasp when his fingers find their way to my panties, toying with my cunt that is still covered by the thin, cotton undergarment. "Oh, look...My favorite cunt is so wet, it has a damp patch already." He chuckles and coos, rubbing his fingers along my slit. "Are you here to tease me, Styles?" I ask him, too desperate to even try to hide it. "Part of my job description is that, yeah..." He states, kissing the nape of my neck. "Styles..." "Styles..." He repeats at me, making me roll my eyes at him. "I go by (Y/L/N)." I remind him and he scoffs. "You'll go by Styles, just for me..." He kneels on the floor before me, lowering my bottoms along my panties. "Just for you?" I ask him, feeling his breath on my thighs. "Just for me. Only I will be allowed to call you Mrs. Styles. Mrs. Harry Styles. Deal, baby?" "Deal." I whimper as he fixes my leg onto his shoulder, allowing him access to my sex. "That's my good girl. Mon soleil. And now, I am going to reward you." He goes straight in, his tongue lapping up my sex, circling on the tip of my clit obnoxiously slow.

I know I have to keep quiet because there is no soundproofing in this shoebox of a bathroom. I know that a few feet from us are top executives of Harry's corporation. I also know that what we are doing is technically illegal. I know all that, and still, all I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs how good his mouth is at pleasuring me. I feel my heartbeat in my stomach and I can tell that it will only take a couple of seconds for the whole plane to hear me beg for more if I don't do anything to shut myself up. So I press my hand against my mouth, biting it until I feel my teeth leave marks on my skin. Harry moans lowly, enjoying himself as he savors me and sends vibrations to my sex. The sensation travels all across my spine, making my scalp tingle. "Harry..." I call for his attention. In return, he brings his gaze to meet mine, his beautiful, bright, green gaze fully on me. "I need you inside me." I beg, as quietly as I can. I need him, I need to feel him, all of him before I burst. "Oh, no, sunshine... We are having the main course when we land. Now it is just a little treat, a small preview." He kisses my inner thigh as he speaks, using his fingers in lieu of his mouth, pumping 2 fingers inside me. "But I need you... And is it really the mile-high club if it is just oral?" I ask him, my hand traveling to his curls. "I am sure the club's board won't be upset." He states, his mouth joining his fingers in pursuit of my high.

I understand there is no point in begging him for more now. He is going to give me what he has been planning to give me, and Harry is not one to go against his plans. Well, he wasn't, until he met me. And since then, he has been persistently failing to keep up with the precalculated path. We were not supposed to have sex, and then he succumbed to my seduction. He was not supposed to fall for me, yet he couldn't move on after we broke up. He was not supposed to wait for me, and yet he changed himself in preparation for my comeback. We were not meant to become addicted to each other, but here we are, unable to spend a day apart. "Deeper, please. Please, Harry." I mumble, sufficing to just the feeling of his fingers in that spot deep inside me. He seems to follow my wish, dipping his fingers knuckles deep inside me. "Are you going to cum in my mouth, sunshine?" He asks me, only parting from my sex momentarily. "I don't think I will be able to keep quiet. Edge me." It hurts me physically to ask for that, but we have no option. "Oh, no, honey. You are cumming for me. I don't care if everyone hears how good I eat this beautiful cunt." He uses his free hand to grab onto my hips and keep me there as he brings me to my breaking point. My sex glues to his face as I reach my spine-chilling high, eyes shutting tightly as I bite onto my palm. "There is my delicious girl... God, look at my honey, look how good she looks when she cums." Harry stands up, pressing me against the wall as he brings his lips to mine. "Do you think we are going to get arrested?" I ask, cradling his face softly in my hand. "For what?" He asks back. "For fucking in public..." "No one knows. And if they did, they would have burst in to stop us. We'll be fine, my love." He assures me, kissing the tip of my nose.

"You look so hot in just a towel..." Harry whispers in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You think I look hotter without it." I chuckle, scrunching my hair with the microfibre towel. "Look who's turned cocky." He turns my head, bringing his lips to mine. "All the worshipping you do has finally gotten to my head." "Objective completed then." He peels the towel off my body, letting it fall on the floor. "Harry, we have dinner with Gemma in an hour. " I remind him as his hand snakes down to my sex. "Yeah, I remember that." He rubs his fingers in circles on my clit, slowly inching them down to collect some wetness from my entrance. "I have to get ready for it. And you are a distraction, currently." "Oh, I am a distraction? Like you were when you wore that high-slit gown for dinner with the Dewis family?" He asks me, still moving his fingers slowly. "Oh, is that it?" I ask him, using my teasing voice, just to get on his nerves a little more. "All fucking night, all I could think of was your fucking pussy. And you made it even harder when you handed me your damn panties. Do you even know what it took for me not to blow everything up? Do you have any idea how much you could have cost me that night if I did not salvage the situation?" He is working his fingers faster, yet his voice is very calm, almost soothing. "And what's worse, princess, is that I would not give a damn if I lost money that night. All that mattered was the fact I had to have you. That's what you are doing to me, Mrs. Styles. That's how hooked you have me." He growls by my ear, stroking my clit faster. "Harry..." I whimper, gripping onto his forearm. "You can go ahead and get ready. I'll just have my fun with you." He sounds serious, his fingerpads pressing onto my sensitive bundle of nerves. "Harry, you know I can't concentrate on anything else with your hand between my thighs." I protest, my head falling back onto his shoulder. "Now you know how that feels." He is satisfied with himself. "Harry..." I purr, in a final effort to win this argument. "Time is passing, baby. We don't want my sister to wait, do we?" He chuckles, slowly teasing my sex. "You are so paying for this..." I whimper, bucking my hips on his hand. "Oh, princess...l don't think you understand... You are paying for what you did yesterday." He strokes my cheek with his free hand.

"You seem to have forgotten your manners, Styles." Gemma greets us as we reach the table reserved for us. "Sorry, darling. Someone took all night to get ready." Harry kisses his sister's cheek before allowing me to hug her. "Oh, no, baby... You are not putting the blame on me... Your brother seemed to have his hands full with obligations, Gem." I turn my head to watch Harry's reaction with a smirk on my face. He bites the inside of his cheek and shakes his head, keeping a playful smile on his face. "Oh, sweetheart, I believe you. You can take Harry out of the boardroom, but you cannot take the boardroom out of Harry." Gemma chuckles, taking a step back to check me out. "You look amazing, (Y/N). My God, how long has it been since the last time I saw you?" She asks as Harry pulls a chair out for me. "You never visit, Styles." Harry comes back, making her hum. "Thank God you conduct business in Europe and we see you once in a blue moon." "Are we here for you two to bicker back and forth?" I ask, picking up the menu card. "That's our love language, sunshine." He responds, kissing the back of my hand. "You would know if my brother didn't hog you all to himself at every visit." Gemma cocks an eyebrow at Harry, picking up the card as well. "Gemma, babes, can you stop staring at (Y/N)'s hands? We'd tell you if we were getting married." "Mum's raised the bet. If I lose half a grand because you cannot commit..." "Half a grand?" I ask, eyes going wide at the new information. "You can understand the kind of stress I am under. We are talking about good money." "What's your bet, Gemma?" I ask, biting my bottom lip. "Under 3 months." She replies. I turn my head to look at Harry who tilts his head and shrugs. "You might win it." I mumble, going back to the menu to make up my mind about what I want to eat tonight.

"Help me out of my dress?" I ask Harry who is already out of his shirt and drinking his last drink of the night. "Gladly." He leaves his glass down as I gather my hair up to reveal the zipper of my dress. "My sister made you feel uncomfortable, didn't she?" He asks me, slowly unzipping me. "No, it was actually nice. I like hanging out with Gemma." "I am talking about the stupid bet. It was fun at first until they started betting money. Now it is just annoying and creepy." He comments, grazing my spine with the knuckles of his fingers. "Same goes with your business partners... They were so pushy about the marriage topic. Everyone keeps on asking the same question; when is the wedding..." "They are worried you might realize you deserve better and leave me." He kisses the base of my neck before I turn around to face him. "This is nonsense, Harry. I love you too much to walk away." I place my hands on his chest, looking up at him as he touches my cheek softly. "Shall we do it then? So they stop asking?" He asks me, his face calm and voice steady. "Are you asking me to marry you so others stop asking?" I ask him back with a chuckle, but my heart is pounding in my chest. It is happening, for the first time he is honestly asking me to marry him. "Well, we already live like a couple, where is the hurt in signing a paper?"

For a moment my stomach sinks; it is just a formality. "Besides, I don't want to spend my life with anyone else but you. And I would very much like for everyone to know you are mine, and just mine." He kisses my lips tenderly, only for a second before he pulls away a few inches and stares at me. "Is this an actual proposal? Do you need an answer?" I ask him. "I...I mean... I know I don't have a ring and that it is spontaneous, but I..." "Yes, Harry. I want to marry you. Fuck the ring, fuck the prep, fuck everything. I'd marry you with paper rings tomorrow morning in the mayor's hall." I reach up, cupping his face in my hands and kissing him deeply. "Did you mean what you said? About marrying me tomorrow morning in the mayor's hall?" Harry asks me as I stroke his hair hazily. "And the paper rings part." I reply, still not able to wrap my brain around the fact he proposed. Harry, the love of a lifetime, the love of my life, asked me to be in his life forever. "You don't want a big wedding?" He asks me and I shake my head. "I never did, to be honest. Ideally, I'd like it to just be me and you. But we have to have witnesses." I roll my eyes and he hums. "Me, you, the mayor, Vinny, Chrissy, and Gemma." Harry counts on his fingers. "What are you thinking?" I chuckle and he smiles at me, kissing the tip of my nose. "Let's get married when we get back to New York. My assistant will do all the paperwork, we will buy whatever we need from here, we will invite just our witnesses and get married in New York, Saturday morning." He suggests. "Don't you want a big wedding?" I ask him, biting my bottom lip. The idea of a quick, no-fuss wedding excites me. "No, fuck that. We will sign our paperwork, and then I'll pick you up and leave for our honeymoon. Fuck anything else." He states. "If we invite Chrissy, we will have to invite Adrian." "Sure. But no family. Just Gemma because she is going to neuter me if she is not there at our wedding." "Deal. I'll call Chrissy. Saturday morning?" I ask him and he nods. "Friday we are going to be back in NY, Saturday I am marrying you." He says excitedly, placing a hand on the small of my back and pulling me closer to him. "Let's call Chrissy. But you will be quiet and go along with what I say. Promise?" I hold my pinky up for him. He chuckles and links it with mine before I blindly reach for my phone by my pillow.

Chrissy doesn't take long to pick up the phone. Her cheerful voice fills our hotel room, making Harry chuckle. "Hey, babes. What are you doing up this late, little minx?" She asks, singing at the phone almost. "Hey, Chrissy. I've missed you and I know you get off work around this time of the day. How are you?" "I am ok, missing my best friend and thinking of all the gifts she is bringing me from Europe." She says suggestively. I hum and roll my eyes, not that she can see my reaction. "Hope you like fridge magnets and keychains." "That's how much I am worth for you?" She gasps playfully. "Such a drama queen. Anyway, I didn't call you to discuss that. As I said and went unnoticed, I have missed you. And I was wondering if you and Adrian would like to join Harry and me for brunch on Saturday. There is this cool place across from NYC's town hall we've been dying to go and we thought it would be perfect to see you there when we return." "Oh my God, yes. What's that place? Have I heard of it?" She asks. "Nope. It is fairly new and exclusive. So dress up nicely and have some ID with you, they are pretty strict." "Oh, fancy. What time should we meet?" She asks me. I turn to Harry who just shrugs. "We have to make a reservation, so I don't know the time yet. I'll have to update you on that..." "OK, cool then. Will you find a reservation on such short notice?" She asks and I scoff. "Please. We have Harry's name opening every door. Who wants to piss off the mighty mister Styles?" I ask. Harry pokes my ribs playfully, causing me to slap his hand away. "Sometimes I forget you have one of New York's most powerful men wrapped around your pinky." She laughs. "Hm, only because he has me wrapped around his as well." I wink at Harry who just shakes his head. "You guys are sickeningly cute." "Said the girl who rejected her hoe side and married a year after meeting her husband." "I am not to be compared. Anyways, I have to go pick up dinner. Adrian will eat me if there is no food on the table in the next 20 minutes." "Since when do you complain about Adrian eating you?" I ask with a cocked eyebrow. "Your head is so deep in the gutter, (Y/L/N)." "I try my hardest, babes. K, bye. I have to go to bed." "See you on Saturday." She sings before the line goes dead.

"I think she is going to be pretty pissed when we don't have that exclusive bruncherie." Harry comments as I leave my phone down. "I think she is going to get over it when she signs as a witness to our wedding. Besides, we are heading for brunch after the wedding." I place my leg over his thigh, nesting my head on his chest. "Whatever the boss wants." He strokes his hand down my back. "I am the boss?" I ask, placing a kiss on his sternum. "Who else?" He asks back. "Why didn't you tell her about the wedding?" He asks me and I sigh. "She would make a big deal out of it. Plus, she would try to find a way to throw me a bachelorette party and I really don't want to spend a night away from you..." I explain and he coos. "So obsessed with me, my baby." He kisses the top of my head as I feel my eyelids become heavy. "We need to sleep... We have a big day tomorrow." "I thought the big day was on Saturday." "Yeah, but tomorrow we have to get the rings, the outfits, arrange for the paperwork, all the details. Plus, you have meetings, don't you?" I ask him and he groans. "Let me call my assistant for the paperwork." Harry tries to reach for his phone but I grab his forearm to stop him. "In the morning. Let him sleep." I smile at him, earning a sigh from him. "I can't wait... You are going to be my wife, my Mrs. Styles..." He strokes my cheek, smiling brightly. "Sleep now, Mr. Styles. We have a lot of things to do tomorrow. And I would hate for you to not look fresh and rested in our wedding pictures." I kiss the side of his neck and wrap my arms around him.

"Oh, we have to look this fancy..." Chrissy comments as she approaches us on the stairs of the town hall. I smile at her, hugging her and giving her a cheek kiss. "Thought I dress up a bit." I shrug my shoulders as she scans me from head to toe. "It suits you. I love the oversized blazer and the pant line. Though, creme looks a bit bridal." "Oh, no, honey. We can't have you looking like a bride without being one. We must do something about it..." Harry gasps dramatically, faking a shocked look. "You are absolutely right, baby. But what can we do... What can we do..." I shake my head. I must look ridiculous. "Oh, I know. Let's head right in there and get married. We have to, there is no other option now that you are dressed like that." Harry suggests, pointing at the town hall. I don't know who is a worse actor, him or I. "Excellent idea. Let's go." I giggle as Harry brings the bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "This was all a setup..." Chrissy gasps, jumping forward to hug us both. "I owed you a setup for what you did on your wedding day." I tease her and she scoffs. "If it wasn't for that set up we wouldn't be here today." Adrian chimes in, defending his wife. "That's why we thought it would be nice if you were our witnesses. It would actually be our honor if you accepted." Harry suggests, looking eagerly at our friends. "I would never talk to you again if you didn't ask us." Chrissy is on the verge of crying, right where I am too. "We should head in. Gemma and Vinny are waiting for us." Harry states, putting a pause to the crying session. "The mayor too." I giggle. "You two should head in. I'll give her away to you." Chrissy orders the two men, focusing on fixing the collar of my blazer. "Chrissy..." Harry protests, showing her his watch. "Styles, I spoke." She digs her heels into the ground, staring down at my very soon-to-be-husband. He raises his hands in defeat as Adrian pats his back. "Come on, you are not winning this argument. Chrissy, baby... Don't drag this out, yes, love?" Adrian requests, to which my friend hums. "Just a super quick bachelorette to give her the chance to change her mind... Just kidding. We will be right behind you." Chrissy assures them, dismissing them with a motion of her hand.

"Are you sure about this?" She asks me and I nod my head. "I am. I have never been so sure about anything else. He is the one. And I have to thank you for our second chance. If it weren't for you insisting he has changed, I would never even talk to him again." "And if it wasn't for that one night out, I would have never met Adrian, and there wouldn't be a wedding to invite you both to and bring you together again. Harry and you are meant to be, and everything has happened for that reason. Alright, it is time I hand you over to Harry. And I might be giving you away to him, but I am never giving you up. I love Harry and he is perfect. But I will always love you more, I will always choose you. A phone call away, and I will bust his head open." She strokes my cheek as I look up to avoid tears spilling from my eyes. "No time for tears, my bestie is getting married and I have to make sure she doesn't run away at the very last moment." Chrissy holds her hand out, inviting me to link my arm with hers.

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"You don't seem too well today... Did the surprise not go as planned?" Chrissy asks as we settle into a little coffee place near my office. "The surprise went well... He loved it." I reply, nearly curling up to my spot on the cushioned booth. "Then? Why the sulk?" She asks me with her eyebrows joining together. I stay silent, biting the inside of my cheek as nerves take over again, making my whole body shake to the core. "Ok, you have to tell me, because my mind is on the worst scenario right now. What is going on?" She asks, reaching to caress my hand. "He wants to go to London for Christmas..." I mumble. Even more in confusion now, Chrissy grips my chin and turns my head so I can look at her. "What?" She asks calmly. "He wants us to go to London for the holidays, so I can meet his family..." I explain a bit further, but Chrissy's look of confusion does not change. "I don't understand..." "I don't want to go to London. I don't want to. So, we had a fight..." "You had a fight?" She asks in shock and I nod. "Wow... Your life must be so fucking difficult... Your boyfriend wants you to spend Christmas in a capital European city, known for being an excellent and seeked-after spot to spend the holidays... And you are sulking about it?" She asks teasingly. I sigh and tilt my head to the side, rolling my eyes at her. "Don't you think this is all too fast? Because to me, it feels like we are going 100 on a 55." "This excuse is bull, and you know it." "It's not bull... It actually feels too fast. I can't meet his parents. What am I going to say? 'Hi, I am your son's sugar baby. It is very nice to meet you.'?" "You know you don't have to reveal the whole sugar baby thing, right? Now, stop hiding and tell me... Why are you so hellbent on not going to London?" "I am not getting away from this, am I?" "You are absolutely not. So, make it easier for all of us and spill it." She instructs and I sigh in defeat. "Last time we went on a trip together, we fought and broke up. I don't want this to happen again. I don't want to lose him, now that things have been going so great." I admit and Chrissy chuckles. "Honey..." "I know... It is a stupid thought." "I mean... It is, for someone who hasn't been through what you have been through. But you have, and I can't say that I get it, it is something that happened to you and him. And maybe that is the only people who should be discussing this..." "You should have gone for that psychology major." I mock her, but I can't say she wouldn't be a really skilled psych, it would be a lie. "It is just common logic, which you would have also if you weren't into this." She shrugs and I sigh, reaching for the menu as I see the waiter approach.

"Hello, Lita..." I greet the housekeeper as I enter the loft. "Ms. (Y/L/N)? I thought you would be home later on." The woman says and I hum. "I got off work earlier. I need to do some research in the study if it's ok..." I point down the hall to the study and the lady nods. "Of course. Shall I bring you in some lunch?" Lita asks and I shake my head no. "I grabbed a bite earlier, but thank you for asking. Hey, do you know when Mr. Styles is going to be back home?" I ask and she shrugs. "He is usually late on Fridays." She replies. "Thank you, Lita." I turn to walk into the study, my head already heavy from the day and it is not even close to being over yet.

I scribble some quick notes in my journal, huffing over how stressful it has been this far for me. I can't shake this ominous feeling that has been in my stomach for 2 days now. It feels like shit being on such terms with Harry, but the sole thought of traveling anywhere outside the borders at this point of our relationship fills me with terror. A knock on the door gives me a good reason to give up on the dreadful research for now. "Come in." I clear my throat and shut the journal. It is futile to believe there is anyone else behind the door but Harry, which excites me and scares me at the same time. "Do you need the study?" I ask him as he walks in. "No. I need a bit of your time. Is it now a good time?" He asks me and I nod my head. Harry drags a chair closer to mine, sitting right across mine. "I don't like fighting with you." He begins, reaching to take my hands in his. "I don't like it either..." I mumble, looking at his fingers as they trace mine softly. "If you don't want to go to London for the holidays, fine, we won't go. We will stay here and spend our Christmas together." He assures me. I can tell that the decision was not easy for him to take, as it was not easy for me to accept it. "It's not fair to you, nor your family." I comment and he sighs softly. "It is fair for me to be with the person I love and I have been craving to spend Christmas with for a year now. Maybe in a couple of years, when the memory of Italy has faded, we will be able to head to my hometown, and I will show you my favorite places. Until then, we do what makes us comfortable." "Did you talk with Chrissy?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrow. "No. I had a session with my therapist today. I was telling her about everything that happened and how your reaction was surprising... And then it clicked on me. You think we are going to break up if we travel, because of what happened last time." He states and I nod my head. "It's stupid." "It's trauma. And it's something we can work on, together. I am not going to pressure you about anything again. But I will need you, to be honest with me from now on. I will need you to tell me the real reasons and not use excuses. Can you do that?" He asks me. I bring my hand to cup his cheek, tenderly brushing my thumb over his apple. "Look at you, Mr. Styles... All grown up. I think I can do that." I smile softly, making Harry turn his head and place a peck on my palm. "You know, we could always find a middle ground with the holiday debate..." "We can?" He asks me and I hum. "And what would that ground be?" He asks. "You can always fly your family over for the holidays, right?" I ask him, just to confirm what I already know. Harry takes a moment to think about it and sighs before he shakes his head at me. "You want my whole family over here?" He asks me back and I shrug my shoulders. "How bad can it be? You wanted us to travel all the way there to meet them..." I point out and he chuckles sarcastically. "I honestly don't know... I have never brought someone home to meet them." He admits and I coo, sticking my bottom lip out. "I am your first?" I ask him and he rolls his eyes, sighing. "It sounds so lame when you say it like that." He mumbles but I shake my head at him to assure him. "If it makes you feel any better, my parents haven't met any of my exes as well..." "Yeah, sure... But you are in your 20s, it is normal. I am 30. 30 plus." "Are you?" I ask him mockingly and he scoffs. "Are you worried they are not going to like me?" I ask him, moving even closer to him. I am now practically straddling his lap, holding his face in my palms as his hands move to support my waist. "I am worried they are going to love you. Especially my mom. She is going to think you are perfect, an angel." "If only she knew..." I tease him and he chuckles at my suggestiveness. "I am being serious now, (Y/N). She is going to think you are the best thing that ever happened to me and rightfully so." "I am not the best thing that ever happened to you." "You are. You softened me, look at me. I am finally human." "What were you before?" I ask with a soft smile. "Before you?" He asks me and I nod. "I can't really remember, but I wasn't much of a human. You have to admit you changed me. I'd like to think that I changed you too..." "I like to think that we grew together, that we evolved." I correct him and he cackles lightly. "If you think your mom is going to love me, why are you so nervous about me meeting them? I mean, you didn't seem too nervous when you wanted us to go to the UK." I point out, stroking a lock of his hair. "I am afraid that it will make things weird, that I will somehow screw things up and lose you again. And in the UK, we would have every excuse to go out. I would take you exploring, sightseeing, and out to see the nightlife. They wouldn't really have the time, nor the chance to fall completely in love with you. I don't know, it is just irrational, but the thought is there." He admits. It takes me a moment to put it all together, but it does -sort of-, make sense. "I promise to try my hardest to make sure they won't fall completely in love with me. I will put my meanest front. I will neglect you and be busy to the point they will have to wonder what you saw in me in the first place." I tease him, trying to make sure he cheers up. "You and I both know a little too well you can't neglect me, mon amour." He snakes a hand under my top, tracing his fingers along my spine until the clasp of my bra. "I don't know such thing." I bite the inside of my cheek. Harry cocks an eyebrow at me, the corners of his lips curling up in a slight smirk. "We both know you are putty in my hands. Just a motion of my fingers and you become putty in my hands." He says cockily and I look at him with wide eyes. "Oh, Mr. Styles is so self-assured..." "Mr. Styles is just stating the facts." He says casually and I hum in irony. "I think that you will be surprised by how good I am at not becoming putty in your hands with the motion of your fingers." I say confidently, tilting my head to the side. "You wanna bet?" He asks me with excitement written all over his face. "Bet on what?" I ask him, all intrigued by the question. "Bet who will last longer without becoming putty in the other's hands." "You are willing to last that long?" I ask and he brushes me off. "Oh, please. By this time tomorrow, you are going to be begging for me." "Mmm, don't hold your breath, Mr. Styles. You know I can be pretty stubborn." I retort, and Harry furrows his eyebrows together to mock me. "I am sure you are." "I am very serious." "I know, I can tell." "This is going to be so funny. I am going to crash you." I squeeze his face into my palms, kissing his lips softly. "Oh, princess... You sure know how to talk the talk." His eyes twinkle, a few lines appearing on the sides as he squints at me playfully. "I can walk the walk alright." I press my tongue against my cheek, before moving from his lap.

- "Talked with my mom this evening. She told me they'll be here on the 22nd." Harry announces, walking into the bedroom. I take a peak from the closet's wall, finding him shirtless and sitting on his side of the bed. I can see his iPad resting on our duvet, the bright screen contrasting the dark grey fabric of the weighed cover. The bet is still going, with Harry lasting longer than I had predicted, which by now has become frustrating. "That's in like a week, right?" I ask him, walking out of the closet and heading for our bed. "5 days... They were supposed to leave the day after, but the weather forecast suggests heavy weather that day so they changed it." He replies, picking up the stylus for his iPad. "It's all good, then. Having a safe trip is important." I fluff my pillows, raising the corner of the duvet so I can crawl under. "That's a nice t-shirt. Is it new?" He asks me, momentarily peeking from the document he is reading. "It's one of yours. Like it?" I ask, stretching the garment down so he can take a look at the Stevie Nicks print. He hums surprised, cocking an eyebrow at me. "It's mine? Huh, I have forgotten all about it. Suits you." He smirks, his eyes darting down to the hem of the t-shirt that rests on the top of my thighs. "Thanks. I found it in the back of the closet and thought it was cute. Maybe I should have asked you before taking it." I press my lips together and Harry chuckles. "What's mine is yours, mon amour... Do you mind if I keep my light on?" He asks as I crawl under the duvet. "Not at all." I grab my phone from the bedside table, checking one last time if I have my alarms on for the morning. "Oh, tomorrow I might be a bit late..." I state and Harry makes a questioning sound. "How so?" He asks me. "I'll go for some light shopping with Chrissy. She wants to buy some lingerie." I reply. Thankful that I have turned my back to him, I can smirk all I want without giving my ploy away. But oh, do I wish I could take a look at his face right now. "Are you... Are you buying anything?" He asks me, his voice becoming a little higher than usual. "Why would I? I don't need anything anyway... You are so good at not succumbing to temptation, I won't be wearing any lingerie any time soon." "Oh, I haven't noticed we are still on with the bet. Who is counting either way?" He scoffs and I hum. "See? Why blow my money on sexy little lingerie? The red Mrs. Claus set Chrissy suggested is way too expensive either way." "Yeah, yeah. Save your money." "Besides, we won't be having sex while your mom stays with us." I comment and silence falls in our bedroom. I can hear a faint 'Shit' coming from Harry's lips before he composes himself. "Totally, yeah. That would be very inappropriate." He fakes a being-ok-with-it tone, which I am sure I do too when he becomes suggestive as well. "I am so glad we are on the same page about this, you know. It is so refreshing to know my partner can resist me for nearly a month without a problem." I turn around and support my weight on my elbows, before pressing a kiss on his cheek. "Same, same. I will go get a quick shower and then doze off as well." He locks the iPad before leaving it on the bedside table and getting up from the bed. "Haven't you taken a shower already?" I ask, but Harry gives no response. It is a little victory, knowing that I can at least get him bothered enough that he has to step away and be by himself.

"Happy to be away from the in-laws?" Chrissy asks me, cutting some swiss cheese into small triangles. "Not my in-laws." I point out, looking across the counter for Harry's reaction. "Right. Where are they, either way?" She asks me. Since their arrival, 10 days ago, we haven't really been apart from them. "Vinny took them to a Broadway show. My mum has been dying to see the Tina Turner musical." Harry replies and I hum. "It is all she talked about since New Year's day morning. She was kinda disappointed we didn't go with her." I reply with a small frown. "When are they leaving?" Chrissy asks and Harry sighs. "The day after tomorrow. Gemma can't stay longer and mum's missed home." He replies and I can feel my heart sinking. He is sad they are leaving, he wishes they could stay longer. He has not seen them in so long, the 2 weeks they've spent with us are not enough for him. "That's a pity, man. I know how difficult it can be." Adrian pats Harry's back sympathetically. Chrissy rolls her eyes with a sarcastic chuckle. "What?" Adrian asks her, cocking an eyebrow. "Nothing." She mumbles. "That's not nothing. You rolled your eyes at me." He insists. "Ri, it's fine. I just think you are a little dramatic. We see your mom 3 times a month. She lives like, 45 minutes from our apartment. Harry sees his mom like, what, once, twice a year. She lives across the ocean. I don't think you know how difficult it can be." She states. Adrian scoffs and shakes his head at her. "Is this whole thing because we spent Christmas with my family and not yours? Are you still upset about it?" She asks him, knitting her eyebrows together. This feels like a private moment for them and Harry seems to sense that as well as he motions me to follow him before Adrian responds to Chrissy's comment.

"Is everything ok with them?" Harry asks me, closing the door to our bedroom. I smile, leaning against the boudoir and facing him. "I wouldn't worry much about them. That's how they do things. A small, insignificant fight, just so they can have make up sex. I just hope they don't fuck on top of our island." I sigh, taking a look at my nails. Harry hums, walking towards me. "I suggest we give them some space, then. Let the whole thing blow over." "This seems like a comfortable hiding place." I comment, just as Harry stops in front of me. He scans me with his eyes, from head to toe skimming through my details. He runs his hand over his face, sighing in defeat before he rests his big hands on my hips. "Fuck it. You win." He mumbles, leaning towards me and kissing me hungrily. Swiftly, he raises me to sit atop the sturdy furniture, while my hands cradle his face. His mouth escapes mine, moving lower to my jaw and neck, getting the taste of my skin on his tongue. "I won…" I mumble, proud of my achievement and greedy for him. All I want is him. I want to savor him one more time. "Yes, you won. Now you are going to be a good girl and let me get inside you." He grips my chin, maintaining eye contact as his nimble fingers caress my thigh. I can feel shivers run down my spine, my eyes flickering open and shut at the sole sensation of his hands on me. "Is that silk?" He asks me, toying with the hem of my dress. I hum in affirmation. "It's the slip dress I bought in Aspen. The one I didn't wear at the party." I remind him, but he seems to be uninterested in the details. "Silk slip dresses…That's all you are allowed to wear from now on. That, or buck nakedness." He comments, pressing his body more on mine. My legs wrap around his waist, my body urging me to leave no space between us. "I don't think wearing slip dresses at work is appropriate." "You are talking too much right now." "Surprisingly, my mouth is both an advantage and a disadvantage of dating me." I joke and Harry chuckles. "Perhaps I should give your mouth something to keep it shut." He passes his thumb over my lips, looking at my eyes flickering to his. I part my lips, letting his finger enter my mouth. "Shit…" He groans as I suck my cheeks in, circling my tongue around his thumb. "What?" I ask, my voice muffled as his thumb presses down my tongue. "We don't have time to do everything that's on my mind." He says, breathing through his nose. "Why? What's on your mind?" I ask him, pressing a peck on his thumb. "So many things… We start with you on your knees, my cock in your mouth, looking at me with your big, innocent eyes. You take me down your throat, and you gag and gasp for air. There are tears in your eyes. Pretty, sparkling tears in your beautiful eyes." He is in the zone, breathing sharp breaths as his hands tear off my panties. "Then I press you up against this mirror, your face on the cold surface, watching us as I fuck you. You fog the mirror with your breath, and you scream my name at the top of your lungs. I use your cunt, your sweet, wet, warm cunt, until it takes all I can give it." My panties are now a bunch on the floor, my dress hitched up my hips, and Harry's cock out of his pants and rock hard pointing upwards. "Then I move you to our bed, make you all comfortable with pillows and shit. I spread your thighs and explore your cunt with my tongue. I taste our taste and coax another high from you, bringing you to another orgasm. You get hooked on me, you refuse to leave our bed for days, I fill you up with my seed again, and again, and again…" He trails his lips down my neck, grazing his teeth over my collarbone, pulling me closer by my waist before he slips inside me. I let out a soft cry, my back becoming an arch as he guides his cock deep inside me. "Harry…" My mouth stays agape, forehead pressed against his for proximity. "Shh… We can't let our guests know what we are doing…" He chuckles, bringing his hand to the back of my head to keep me there, close to him. "I don't care. They are fighting, they can't hear us." I mumble, moving back until my back is against the mirror. "(Y/N), behave…You are my good girl, aren't you?" He asks me, with a smirk of satisfaction on his lips. "Harry, don't you miss my moans and my screams, baby? Don't you miss hearing how good you make me feel?" I ask him. Harry slams his hips onto mine, making the boudoir move and make a squeaky sound. "I've missed all your sounds and all your little expressions. I should have given up trying to resist you weeks ago when I saw you wearing that Stevie Nicks t-shirt... Fuck, you looked so fucking sexy." He groans, his grip tightening on my hips. "You are so fucking tight, princess. Fit just for me. I don't think I'll last long now…" "I don't think that either. It's been too long, far too long." I writhe on my spot, feeling my sex already pulsing. "This feels like deja vu…" He whispers, grabbing me by the back of my head and bringing me close to him, pressing his forehead against mine. His lips tease mine, while his tender fingers dig into my hair. "Let me cum inside you…" He groans, his voice breaking as he draws a breath. "Please…" I can barely breathe, all my body can do is crave release. "Are you sure, princess? Are you sure you want my cum inside your cunt?" He asks me cockily. "Harry, please." I whine, feeling his warm breath on my skin. "Please sounds so good from your lips. baby." He chuckles, finally pressing his lips on mine. I let his tongue slip into my mouth, moaning at the way he thrusts inside me. He has power over me, an addicting kind of submission over my whole being. Shit, I would let him do anything to me, anything with me. Harry bites onto my bottom lip, pulling back a little as he presses his hips on mine and doesn't let go. "I need you to cum around me." He breathes heavily, his cock pulsing inside me. He has to focus on not cumming. He shuts his eyes and tenses his whole face in an effort to stop himself from spilling inside me. "Harry…" My voice is barely above a whisper, but he seems to hear me. I want to tell him I need a little more, that I am close but not there yet. "Don't speak until you've cum… The sound of your voice will make me fucking lose it." He presses his hand on my mouth, his other hand helping me grind my hips on his, teasing myself some more without him having to pull out of me. He presses his hand on my mouth, stopping me from making more sounds. My eyes roll to the back of my head, his strong hand muffling my face making me feel so small, so helpless. "Shit, you are pulsing. You are going to cum, baby?" He asks me with a chuckle. I nod my head, my legs wrapping tightly around him until my breath hitches and I hit my precious high.

It is not easy to describe how good it feels to finally get to my high. It is both numbing and an outburst of all sensations. La petite mort, the French call it, the closest to death a living person can get without dying. With Harry, I now understand why they use it to describe an orgasm. "Shit." Harry mumbles as I arch my back and pull him closer with my legs. "I am going to cum, baby. I am going to cum for you." He whispers, cradling my chin in his hand. His grip tightens the closer he gets to his own orgasm. His thrusts are sloppy and short, prolonging the beautiful tingling in my sex. "Fuck, princess, shit…" He groans, releasing deep inside me. The excitement is unreal, watching him become a mess because of me is a fucking privilege. "Oh, how I've missed you…" I admit and he chuckles, his chest rising and falling irregularly, with no rhythm as he is trying to catch his breath. "I think I've missed you just as much, sunshine." He kisses the tip of my nose softly, making me giggle.

A rapid knock on the door interrupts the sweet moment. "We are leaving. When you stop fucking like rabbits, call us to reschedule. You guys are the most horrible hosts…" Chrissy jokes. I can feel a blush creep up my face but Harry seems unfazed by the embarrassment. "Drive safe…" He says cheerfully before shifting his attention to me again. "Oh God, how embarrassing." I mumble but he simply smirks at me. "I don't see why it would be embarrassing. Obviously, they know we fuck. Now they know how well I fuck your tight, little, wet pussy…" He cocks, kissing down my neck. "Harry…" I protest. "Yes, (Y/N)?" He asks playfully. "I have to clean myself. And I am starving…" "Yes, ma'am." He pulls out of me, kissing my neck before he helps me onto my feet. "I hope you don't mind that I am joining you in the shower…" He picks me up as I giggle, carrying me to our bathroom. "I'd say that it is an absolute requirement." I comment as he leaves me down.

"You know, it is nice that we are finally able to do this." Harry presses a kiss on the base of my neck as I press my back more on his chest. My fingertips are tracing a lazy pattern on his forearm that is snaked around my waist. "What? Lay in bed together?" I ask with a giggle. He hums, taking a whiff of my hair. "I've missed not having to get up early to entertain my family." He whispers and I chuckle. "You are going to start missing them soon." "Maybe. But for now, I miss my goddess." He presses his body more on me. "Goddess? That smitten?" "Maybe even more than that. You know, my mom thinks I have finally settled down. And Gemma thinks that before this year ends, we will be married." He replies and I laugh. "That's a little fast, don't you think?" "Mom says in 6 months." "Jesus… She is in a rush to get you married." I joke, earning a chuckle from him. "She is just worried that I will somehow fuck it up and lose you…" "Why would you lose me?" I ask him and he hums. "I have already lost you once…" He admits and I sigh. I turn around, now facing him, and bring a hand to cradle his face softly. "We have both learned from that. And we wouldn't be here if we haven't lost each other once. We wouldn't be this solid if it was not for that time of our lives." I try to assure him. A beautiful smirk dances on his lips before he cocks an eyebrow at me. "You sound just like my therapist." "And when does your therapist think we are getting married?" I ask as a joke. "She doesn't know when, but she knows I've found the one…" "Oh, God…" I hide my face in his neck and he giggles. "Honestly now, have you ever pictured us getting married?" He asks me, his voice mellow yet serious, firm. I take a moment before I reply, raising my gaze to find his on me already. He is looking at me softly, not expecting a specific answer from me, but eager to hear me say it. "I have." I admit. His face lights up and he licks his lips before opening his mouth. "And? What does that picture look like?" He asks me. He is eager to hear me say it, he is eager to hear me admit that I can only imagine a future if it is him in it. "It looks like a Sunday morning, with the sun coming in from this window… You don't have to go to the office, we don't even have to get out of bed if we don't want to. You are holding me close, so very close. I am kissing your neck, and soon you've let your guard down enough for me to be able to straddle you…" My lips trace down his chest and he is moaning at the sensation of my mouth on his skin. "Sounds like you are describing what is happening now…" He manages to say coherently. "Now it does…" I comment as I flip him on his back, holding his hands over his head as I settle my thighs on each side of his torso. "This is what our marriage looks like to you?" He asks me and I hum. "Among other forms it takes…" "I knew you only wanted me for my cock…" He laughs, eyes crinkling on the sides. "What else would I want you for?" "My money would be an acceptable answer…" He mumbles jokingly. "Ah, yes, your money… The absolute reason I am with you. How could I forget to mention…" I joke as well, making him giggle softly. "Now, seriously, sunshine… Would you ever want to marry me?" He asks, taking my hand in his. "Are you proposing to me right now?" I ask him and he shakes his head negatively. "I don't have a ring, do I?" "Do you think you need a ring to propose?" "Oh, sunshine. It is an absolute requirement. It is how you seal a deal…" "A deal?" I ask him with an arched eyebrow. "Of course. The 'I will love you until the day I die' deal." He explains, running his thumb over my knuckles. "Will you love me until the day you die?" "And far beyond that, mon amour." He says softly. I smile, my eyes tearing up already. "Then I really want to marry you one day…" "One day?" "Do you need a specific day to settle the bet between your mom, sister, and therapist?" "No, they can stay in agony for a while." He sits up, pressing a kiss on my lips. "Let me know when they start betting heavy money. I want in…" I joke, biting my bottom lip.

Vol. 1, Part 1: New York City / Vol. 1, Part 2: New York City & Aspen / Vol. 1, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome / Vol. 1, Epilogue / Vol. 2, Part 1: New York / Vol.2, Part 2: New York, Upper East Side / Vol.2, Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 4: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Vol.2, Part 6: New York, Zurich, London / Epilogue; Hawaii / My Full Masterlist / Rose-Colored Glasses Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

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