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Complicated Freak Part 6

Summary: The aftermath of telling Darcy the truth is devastating. Relationships are tested and Harry and y/n must progress theirs in a way neither expected.

Warnings: death threats, anxious and negative thinking. Some violence (punches). Harry is accused of being predatory towards y/n. This is mentioned multiple times throughout the chapter so please be mindful! No details ofc and it's obviously not true but just something to be aware of.

Word count: 17k

Author's note: WELCOME TO THE FINAL SHOW BESTIES WE MADE IT!!! The last chapter of Complicated Freak is finally here and she's a wild ride. This ending will not be everyone's cup of tea so I get if you don't like it but I want to continue writing for them in a small blurb or check-in every now and then so please request if there's something specific you'd like to see! For now... enjoy (hopefully)

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Your mental preparation did very little to help you cope with what you and Harry faced barely an hour after your hand collided with Darcy’s cheek. After leaving the restaurant you both went straight to Harry’s house and you were quick to dive into his bed and drag him with you. You just wanted to sleep and forget for a bit and Harry was the perfect cuddle buddy.

Being in bed with you was one of his favourite things and while he wanted nothing more than to curl beside you and drift into peaceful nothingness with you curled in his arms, his mind just kept going and going. He couldn’t slow it down because all he kept thinking about was the snarl on his daughter’s face and his heart breaking when she spewed those insults at the two of you.

Harry understood that you needed the peace to calm yourself down and he needed that too, but more to sort through his feelings rather than forget about them for a while. So he laid there with your body snuggled into his side and let your quiet breathing form the background noise of his thinking.

You seemed to already come to terms with how you were feeling, or at the very least predict what would happen a lot better than Harry did. While it was startling and hurtful to you, you didn’t have the same amount of pure shock that he had from the entire thing because you knew Darcy in a way Harry never would.

You weren’t surprised that she’d call you a whore or stoop so low that she’d insult Harry and say truthfully some of the most hurtful things he had ever heard in his life. But he was. Darcy had an attitude, yes and Harry could admit he spoilt her and gave her far too much leeway than what was reasonable but she had never, ever spoken to him like that before. She was his biggest advocate and supporter through the entire divorce and cheating scandal and even once that settled down and her selfish tendencies grew (at Harry’s hand, he acknowledged), she knew better than to bite the hand that fed her.

And yet… the betrayal of your relationship brought out an entirely different side to her that Harry had never seen before. Again, Harry knew that he was to blame. He was in a relationship with her friend and had kept it a secret for far too long. Even so, he never deserved the disgusting things she said to him. With everything he had done for her, far beyond what a normal parent would do, he deserved the benefit of the doubt.

The worst part of it all though was that he had seen that behaviour before and felt the blood-curdling hurt of angry words being spat in his face. He felt the shame and embarrassment and he recognised that the girl standing in front of him wasn’t his daughter. She was the spitting image of his ex-wife.

In that moment, Darcy wasn’t the girl standing in front of him. All he could see was Georgia and he very quickly realised that his daughter inherited all the traits of her mother that Harry despised. The attitude. The selfishness. The ungrateful brat. They were traits Harry forgave because he was so head over heels in love with Georgia. But now that he found you and realised that he could be happy healthily and positively, he never wanted to accept those traits in his life again.

Especially from his own fucking daughter.

His mind was the reason that he was awake and alert to hear the incessant buzzing of his phone and yours. At first, it was one text message, indicated by that double buzz on the bedside table since both of you turned your phones on silent when you got home. He ignored the first one because he really didn’t have the energy to deal with whoever was on the other side.

But then his phone buzzed again and again and those little double buzzes turned into his phone ringing constantly on the table. He was quick to pick up his phone to check who it was, mind so busy with what happened earlier in the day it couldn’t predict what he saw. He wished he had the foresight to mentally prepare for the absolute shitstorm that awaited him.

“Shit.” Harry cursed out loud, eyes widening at his screen. He sat up instantly, tensing when you stirred and groaned in your sleep. It was only when you seemed to settle back in that he grabbed your phone from the table as well, already knowing by the churning in his stomach that you two were utterly fucked. “Shit.”

Scrolling through his notification centre and yours he was panicking further and further the more notifications he read. “Fucking hell.” He whispered, eyes flicking over to you briefly to make sure you were still asleep before he examined the messages closer.

I just heard about you and y/n? That can’t be true!

This is a new low mate. Y/n? You’re disgusting.

Hey, are you alright? I heard about you and y/n. That doesn’t sound like you. Call me when you get this.

How could you!? Darcy is here right now sobbing because you’re sleeping with her best friend? You’re her dad! I’ve lost all respect for you.

I’m disgusted with you.

You’re fucking y/n? She’s practically a child.

His stomach churned at that one. He had been friends with these people for years, some since he was a child himself and they all were so quick to judge and so quick to come to their own conclusions before even asking him what was going on. He wasn’t even sure what Darcy told them.

Nothing quite compared to the ill feeling he felt coming across a message from your dad. Alongside it were multiple missed calls both from your dad and many of the same friends and family members who had texted him, all Harry had ignored or missed before he checked his phone.

When I get my hands on you I’m going to kill you.

Both of you spoke about this happening as a possibility, that Darcy would spin the story and turn everyone against you but Harry didn’t really expect it to happen this fast. It was why you two wanted to go to your parents right away because you wanted to be the ones to explain it all.

He could only imagine the way Darcy described it. All she had to do was tell one person a dramatised version of it and it would spin and spread like wildfire. Which was exactly what happened.

Harry inhaled a deep breath before looking over to your phone to see if you got it any worse. You did. He recognised the names of friends you and Darcy shared, many who were slut-shaming you and calling you every name under the sun. He felt ill just reading the horrible messages and with how angry some of them were, he knew it was all Darcy’s fault.

The messages from your parents caught his eye once again and it only got worse. He wasn’t even sure it could get worse and yet it did.

Mum: You need to come home right now. We need to talk about Harry. Mum: Are you safe? Please tell me you’re safe. Mum: Are you with him? Is he hurting you?

Dad: Is what they’re saying true? Has he hurt you? Dad: I’m going to kill him. So help me God I’m going to fucking kill him. Dad: Call me back right now.

Oh god. They thought he was hurting you, that he was some pervert who had been hurting you and preying on you. That was so far from the truth he felt his stomach crawl with a dirty feeling. He felt disgusting and wronged and had the intense desire to prove to everyone that what you two had was as pure as love could get.

What had Darcy said that painted the situation to be this bad?

Harry knew he had to fix it and he had to do it quickly. He had a plan formed in his head before he even attempted to get out of bed, one that involved him paying house visits to his closest friends to try and explain the situation somehow. You two agreed to deal with your parents-his friends together but he couldn’t help but want to try and fix it himself and hope the history of that relationship would help him in some way.

First, though, he needed to find out exactly what Darcy had spread. So he went to the one person who wasn’t berating him or name-calling to find out. It was the last person he expected to at least ask him what was going on or doubt whatever Darcy said and yet somehow it also made perfect sense. She knew Darcy’s toxic traits because she grew up with the woman Darcy inherited them from.

Harry’s sister-in-law.

Amelia and Georgia weren’t very close, which should’ve been the first red flag when Harry first met his ex all those years ago. Amelia saw through Georgia’s shit and she ended up being a really good friend to him during the divorce. She was there for Darcy and provided support when Darcy and Georgia went no contact.

If he could just explain things to her. The truth. He didn’t expect her to be supportive of him betraying her niece or anything like that but he just wanted her to believe the truth. That he never ever hurt you.

He got out of bed as carefully as possible so he wouldn’t wake you then he crept into his ensuite to call her.

“Harry, what the hell is going on?” Amelia answered immediately, slight panic in her voice.

“What did Darcy tell you?” He asked, leaning against his vanity.

“What didn’t she tell me? She rang crying and said that she just found out you and y/n were a couple now? That you had been sleeping together for years and been hiding it behind her back. You met up for lunch and y/n attacked her when she said she was upset about the relationship.”

Unfortunately, that wasn’t far from the truth. Saying you attacked her was a stretch but other than that Darcy was spot-on about everything. Until Amelia continued talking.

Her voice turned softer like she didn’t want to say the words too loud. “Harry, she said you two started sleeping together before y/n was 18.”

The words hit him like a ton of bricks and a wave of nausea flooded his body. He pinched the bridge of his nose and held the phone away from his ear to mutter a curse to himself. It was far far worse than he anticipated and he honestly wasn’t sure how to handle it.

“It’s not true.” He could barely get the words out nor could he even stomach the thought of being inappropriate towards you or anyone. The fact that Darcy made up that lie too… Harry wanted to crumble on the floor and never get up.

“I know. I know you Harry and I know Darcy. You’re incapable of hurting people and she’s… well she got your looks and Georgia’s personality.” Amelia responded.

Harry felt an immense relief at her statement. But it wasn’t totally true.

“I just don’t understand why she’d lie and make it all up. Darcy has always been… complicated” to put it mildly “but what does she get out of ruining your reputation? After everything-”

“Some of it is true Amelia.” He interrupted. “Y/n and I are in a relationship but it’s nothing like Darcy’s saying.”

“You’re… what? Harry, how could that possibly happen! She’s Darcy’s friend and Jesus. She’s half your age and grew up around you and your family!”

“None of that matters to me, Amelia. I mean-fuck, of course I care she’s Darcy’s friend she’s my daughter for Gods sake but the age… it’s nothing to me. She makes me happy, properly happy and for the first time since Georgia and I divorced, I feel like I can breathe… But please-fuck-believe me Amelia none of it was… was perverse. The thought of that makes me sick to my fucking stomach.”

Amelia was silent for a moment and anxiety clawed at Harry’s chest a little. “When did it start?”

“2 years ago. Nothing ever happened before that. Nothing. I kept my distance and had an appropriate relationship with her then way after Georgia and I ended it just… happened. She was there for me in a way no one else was and we fell for each other. It was never meant to happen like it did and not a second went by where I didn’t think about Darcy but at the end of the day… I love her, Amelia. I really love her.”

“And today… you two told Darcy?” Amelia was asking the questions and actually letting Harry respond. He was thankful for it.

“Yes… but y/n didn’t attack Darcy. Darcy was upset, yes, but she said things that were out of line to me and y/n reacted.”

There was another long pause before she responded. “…God Harry. This is fucked up.”

“I know.”

“And you actually love her? It's not some ego boost thing?”

“I do. I wouldn’t be risking everything if it wasn’t worth it to me.”

She paused again and Harry feared her response. Anything could come out of her mouth and he wasn’t prepared for a single option.

“Then I hope you know what you’re doing, Harry.” She finally said. He could hear the apprehension in her voice, but that was to be expected. “Being in a relationship with Darcy’s friend and Matt and Erin’s daughter is… I don’t even know what to say.”

“I don’t expect people to understand, Amelia.” Harry sighed, peaking his head around the bathroom door to catch a glimpse of your sleeping figure. “I’ve betrayed my daughter and my friends and I know the significance of that. But I just want everyone to know that nothing nefarious has occurred. This is a relationship both y/n and I want and we hope that… maybe one day people will understand.”

“I’ve got to be honest, Harry, I don’t understand. With such a significant age difference I don’t get what you two would have in common and I can’t even begin to think what your future would look like. I seriously don’t think it can be successful given the situation and I think you’re going to hurt a lot of people.” This was a rollercoaster of a conversation and Harry felt like his heart was on a fucking trip of a lifetime. His anxiety was through the roof. “But there’s also a part of me that knows that you haven’t dated at all since Georgia and I know what you’re like… to risk so much for her… she must be really important to you.”

“She is… I never ever expected anything to come from it and somehow I’ve found the most important person in my life.”

That’s all he wanted people to know. That he never hurt you and that you were the most important person in his life.

“Look I can’t promise anything but what Darcy did is fucked up. That lie she told can ruin your life, Harry, and I don’t want to see you lose your job and your reputation because she can’t handle her emotions. Just… give me some time to do the rounds and I’ll see what I can do. At the very least you’ll have me trying to clear your name.”

Harry could’ve screamed with gratitude at her words. He was truly astonished by her reaction. The conversation went much better than he thought and he just hoped that having her backing your relationship and the truth would help more people understand.

“Thank you… truly, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, just… prepare yourself to deal with Matt and Erin because if I were them and someone I trusted told me these things about you I’d be ready to kill you.”

“I know… I will. Thanks again, Amelia.”

“Alright… bye Harry.”

The moment the phone call ended Harry could feel the weight of the situation crumble over him. Like a ton of bricks being knocked over onto his body so he couldn’t breathe or think or even stand straight anymore. He had to grip the bench behind him tightly with both hands just to keep himself upright while he replayed that entire conversation in his head.

He never in a million years imagined Darcy could do something like that to him. He knew she’d be upset and understood if she spun the story a little and spread it around like she did… but to accuse him of something so… so heinous and evil. He felt like he lost his daughter and even if she did forgive him… he’d never forgive her.

Darcy hadn’t been a child for a long time now and though she was allowed to be young and party and enjoy her youth, she knew better and was old enough to do better. No justification on planet Earth made what she did right.

“Harry?”

Your sleepy voice coming from his bed alerted him to you being awake and in an instant he was no longer focused on himself but on you and how you’d react when you saw your phone and heard what Darcy did.

“I’m here.” He said softly, emerging from the bathroom.

“Hi.” You smiled, sitting up while stretching as you scanned the bed and bedside for your phone. “What time is it? I can't tell if I’ve slept 10 minutes or 3 hours.”

“Barely 1:30,” Harry responded, gripping both your phones tight in one hand while he made his way back to the bed.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, immediately sensing that something was off just by the serious look on his face. He was tense all over and when he sat on the edge of the bed beside you, you could practically feel the anxiety vibrating from his body. “Harry?”

You shuffled closer to him,

“Y/n, Darcy told everyone about us.”

“Oh shit.” Your eyes widened, “How bad is it? Really bad, right?” You started to panic a little and once again scanned the bed for your phone. “Have you seen my phone? I-” you stopped yourself when he wordlessly passed you your phone. Harry took it in the bathroom with him so you wouldn’t get woken up by the buzzing and so he’d have a little more time to gather his thoughts about it all.

“It’s really bad, y/n.” He whispered softly, observing your reaction as your eyes met your screen and you processed the abundance of messages.

The moment your brain registered what the words on your screen meant, you felt the world crash around you. Harry’s arms wrapped around your body instinctively like he wanted to somehow cushion the collision and protect you from it. But there was no protecting you from your friends calling you a slut and a whore, calling you dirty and disgusting. There was no cushioning to soften the blow of your parents thinking that Harry was hurting you.

“Oh my god.” You gasped, choking a little on the words as you pressed your hand to your mouth. Tears pricked behind your eyes and you could feel your heart twist with an ache. It was horrible.

There were more messages and calls from family friends asking you how you could betray Darcy, others telling you it wasn’t your fault and that they’d take care of you. None of it made sense. None of it. What had Darcy told people?

“Harry, what’s going on?”

He could hear the apprehension in your voice. Like you were worried about what the answer would be. And you were right to be, because no amount of mental preparation could help you swallow the giant fucking pill Harry was about to give you.

“Y/n… Darcy told people that we’re together but…” He stopped himself, swallowing thickly while looking up at the ceiling like he couldn’t even say the words out loud. The fact that he couldn’t even say it told you that you were never going to forgive Darcy or ever want to mend the relationship. It was bad enough to have Harry speechless and trembling.

“What? What is it? Tell me. Please.” You begged softly, cupping his face with both hands until his broken eyes met yours. You hadn’t seen a look like that since his divorce and it was horrible to see then and detrimental to see now. Now you felt his pain like it were your own and you didn’t even know what was going on yet.

“She’s been telling people it started before…” Harry could feel the wave of nausea flood his brain, shaking him to his core as he sputtered the words out like he was about to throw them up. “Before you were 18.”

Oh my god. You were going to throw up.

“What?”

“Here. See for yourself.” He passed you his phone this time, showing you his messages that had his friends and family, people who had known Harry for decades berate him and believe without question that what Darcy was saying was true. There was no questioning and many of the people who insulted him hadn’t even bothered to contact you about it.

There was a part of you almost grateful that they were quick to believe because there were thousands-millions of children hurt like this every day with no one around them believing them or protecting them. The bigger part felt like you were going to pass out with rage and nausea.

They believed the word of a manipulative pill-popping girl who had caused more problems in her life than actually contributed anything positive over a beautiful kind-hearted man who constantly helped people and couldn’t hurt a fly. It made you sick to your stomach and you could see the way it was eating him up inside.

“Oh god. Harry, I’m so sorry that’s- I feel sick.”

“I can’t-I just can’t believe she’d do that to us.” He shook his head, looking away from you and squeezing his eyes to try and blink away the tears. “I’m so sorry baby. I’m so fucking sorry this is so much worse than I ever could’ve imagined.”

“It’s not-” your voice broke. None of this was Harry’s fault and yet he had taken it all on himself. “It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”

“We should’ve told her earlier, or maybe-I don’t know.” He shook his head, letting go of you while turning away slightly. “Fuck. Maybe I should’ve spoken to her one on one. Done things differently.”

“Harry we both agreed that telling her together was the best option. It’s not your fault that she decided to do this. It’s on her and only her.” You tried to be calm, but on the inside, you were about to break down. Never in a million years did you think it would be this bad.

“I just…” He wasn’t really sure what to say.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around him this time, resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“I know… I know-fuck. I can’t believe it. I just… how did you find out?”

“Amelia.” He swallowed thickly and wrapped his arms around you in return, already feeling better just being close to you. “She was the only one who didn’t believe Darcy.”

“How did that conversation go?”

“As you’d expect… but also better than expected.”

“Yeah?”

“She thought Darcy lied about the entire thing. Telling her that part of it was true… it made it harder. She didn’t understand our relationship and I don’t think she agreed either, but she disagreed with what Darcy said and that’s all I wanted. I think she’ll try and help us.”

“Yeah… her and Georgia didn’t have the best relationship. Darcy hated her too.”

“She did?” Harry’s brows furrowed, “I didn’t know that. I thought it was good for Darcy to have someone to support her and be a role model. She said she liked the company.”

You scoffed out a laugh, “No. Darcy’s good at pretending, Harry. She hated Amelia because Amelia saw through the bullshit. She didn’t let Darcy manipulate her and she hated her for it.”

“Oh…” He looked away for a moment, blinking away that sadness in his eyes to frustration when he looked at you again. “Was I that blind to it all? Are you surprised in any way that she’d stoop this low?”

You wanted to make him feel better. To lie. But you couldn’t do that.

“She knows how to play the game…” you said slowly, sighing when he understood the connotation of your words and stood up suddenly from the bed. “Harry, it’s not your fault you saw the best in her. That’s what every father is meant to do.”

“No. A father is meant to raise his children to have respect and dignity. To be a decent contributing human being. I should’ve seen through it. I should’ve…”

“Harry.” You tried to get his attention from the bed but he wasn’t looking back at you. “Baby, come here.” He visibly softened at the pet name and took a step towards you. Untucking yourself from the duvet, you hiked yourself up on your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him. “Harry, you gave Darcy a loving and happy home even after Georgia ruined your lives. You’ve supported her and done the best you can to give her what she needs. If you want me to tell you you spoilt her too much, sure I’ll say it but one too many handbags doesn’t produce a manipulative asshole. She is an adult and her choices and her attitude are on her, not you. You did the best you could.”

“It doesn’t feel that way…” He squeezed your waist while looking up at the ceiling.

“I know.” You sympathised, squeezing his face to get him to look back at you. “I know I… I can’t even begin to think how you must be feeling. Being accused of that…”

“I’m trying not to break, y/n.” He admitted, voice cracking under the weight of his confession. “Even though I want to fight this and I want to tell everyone how much I fucking love you, I’m trying so hard not to just break and tell everyone who believes I’d do such a thing to fuck off and just… go away.” He breathed through a laugh, “You know what I was going to tell you today before Darcy got to the restaurant?”

The passion and pure frustration were practically vibrating in his words… with every syllable, his emotions were pouring out of him. A building pressure you had felt many times before just in a very different circumstance. It wasn’t exciting this time… it only made you anxious.

“What?”

“That I want to take you back to Italy. I want to book a flight right now and just say ‘fuck it’ and go away just you and me. We can live our lives and explore and just be happy.”

“You know we can’t do that.” You sat back on your heels. It sounded like perfection… like a fairytale. But you couldn’t run. Not when there was so much to explain to people and so much to deal with. Running would never make them accept you.

“We can.” Harry shook his head. “I’m serious, y/n.” He squeezed your waist, emphasising how he wasn’t joking. You could tell he had actually put a lot of thought into it. “I know we can’t do it right now but when you’re ready say the word and I’ll have two flights booked in an instant. Just you and me against the world.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his passion towards it. The way he looked at you with so much love too… it just cemented even further that this was worth it. No matter what happened today… it’s worth it.

“Okay…” You nodded, leaning up to kiss him. “It probably won’t be for a while but-”

“That’s okay…” Harry kissed you again, wrapping his arms properly around you to house you up onto your knees again. “That’s all I need to hear. I love you.” Another kiss. “So so much.”

“I love you too.” you pecked him once more before placing your hand on his chest to push back and create some distance. “So how are we going to do this?”

Harry sighed and ran his hands over your back. “Divide and conquer?”

“I think that’s a good idea. Especially my parents… if you’re not there I can at least diffuse the situation if it gets messy.”

“Agreed. Amelia has been calling everyone so I’m hoping some of them will at least let me explain. You talk to your parents and friends and I’ll take the rest.”

“We can try and get through everyone and then…”

“Darcy.”

There was such a thick presence in the air when her name was mentioned. Like an instant mood shift that had you both feeling anxious and depressed at the same time. Dread. You weren’t sure how you were going to face her but you knew it had to happen.

“Yeah…”

“I can’t even think of how to handle her, to be honest.” Harry admitted, chewing his bottom lip anxiously.

“Neither can I. But I do want to slap her again.” you were trying to lighten the mood a smidge, which seemed to work because he rolled his eyes and kissed you again in a slight reprimand.

“Let’s talk about it later, yeah? Just no slapping because I have a feeling one won’t be enough.”

“You’re right.” You let out a bit of a dramatic sigh, “Maybe a really good punch would be better?”

“Okay. Okay.” He laughed, expression turning serious a moment later. “Just be safe okay?” He squeezed your hips gingerly, “And ring me at every step so I know you’re okay.”

“Okay. I expect the same. I love you, Harry and it doesn’t matter what happens today because I’ll always love you. I just want you to know that.”

“I love you too. Always.”

Going home had never been an issue for you. You never felt anxiety or unease at the thought of returning home to your parents. You lived there all your life and continue living there now because your relationship with them has always been amazing. They made you feel safe and loved and you knew you could talk to them about anything.

And yet… that short 15-minute drive home felt like an hour. Every red light felt like another 10 minutes added to the trip and you just couldn’t stop shaking the entire drive. You had no idea what to say or do or what you were walking into or what the outcome would be. But you knew with no uncertainty that it would be an unpleasant conversation and that your relationship with them would be changed forever.

They seemed to know you were home before you even got out of your car. They were both running down the driveway with your mum in tears and your dad with a look that read both relief and utter anger. It wasn’t directed at you, but you could tell he was holding back serious rage as your mum sobbed while bringing you into a hug.

You couldn’t imagine what they must’ve been thinking. This was Darcy after all and even though they both thought she was a bit loopy and that you had to be careful around her, they knew her all their life. They trusted her. Their history with Harry meant nothing when they had someone they trusted making serious allegations against him.

Her word was the nail in Harry’s coffin and you weren’t really sure how you were going to convince them that it wasn’t true while simultaneously explaining that-well, some of it actually was true. Just not in the way they thought.

“Oh my baby. I was so worried. So-God I’m just so glad you’re here and you’re okay.” Mum sobbed, holding you tight before suddenly pulling back with a firm grip on your shoulders. Her crying ceased just enough for her to double-check that you were in fact okay before it continued again and she brought you back in for another hug.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You tried to calm her down, hugging her while trying to avoid all eye contact with your dad.

“So it’s not true?” She asked, willing herself to calm down as she pulled away and hastily wiped the tears from her face.

“No, of course not. Harry would never ever hurt me. I promise.” You replied softly, looking at both of them.

“Come on. We’ll talk about this inside.” Dad spoke for the first time and was already marching his way inside the house before you could respond. He always went to catastrophe mode and so did your mum. But while your mum went into hysteria, Dad went angry. You were sure he had already planned Harry’s death 10 times over in his mind and you had a feeling yours would be next.

“So what’s going on? You’re saying Harry didn’t…” dad couldn’t form the words. His jaw clenched in a way that looked painful and he was sitting beside your mum in an awfully tense way. He looked like a bomb about to explode.

“No. No.” Your head shook firmly from your spot on the couch opposite to them, “He’s-he’s Harry. He’d never hurt anyone.”

“So what’s going on then? Darcy-she made it up?” Mum sniffled, both in relief and with leftover emotions from the thought of someone hurting you.

You nodded.

“Why? Why would she do that?” Her crying started to increase again so your dad placed a gentle hand on her knee. “She loves Harry and she loves you. Harry gives her everything she wants. I just can’t believe she’d do something like that.”

“I can.” Dad snorted, arms crossing tight over his chest. “I never liked her. He probably said no to some 10k trip or something. Why did she drag you into it though?”

Even if you had done nothing wrong in this situation, you wouldn’t defend her. Your dad was a bullshit reader and he had been telling you for years that she couldn’t be trusted.

“I can explain it all but you two need to promise to listen and not say anything until I’m done. Okay?” You looked between them, already feeling a little overwhelmed. Sitting opposite them was such a confronting position to be in and you knew it would only get worse from here.

“Fine.” “Okay.”

“She didn’t lie about all of it… Harry and I” you couldn’t form the words. You needed to and you thought you prepared yourself to talk about it but actually being face to face with your parents… you could barely breathe. But you didn’t need to finish your words because there was a look of realisation on Dad’s face as he processed what your lack of words indicated. In an instant he shot up from the couch.

“So he is hurting you?” His accusatory tone hung heavy in the air, but you could hear the betrayal he felt for his best friend as well.

“No!” You darted up as well, wanting to be at an even height to him. “Dad-it’s not like that. We love each other.”

“You love…” he bellowed out a sarcastic laugh. It hit you like a slap across your face. You knew it would be like this and yet you were severely underprepared for how it felt to be in your dad’s heat. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You don’t even know what love is, y/n! He’s a grown man who’s taken advantage of you and now you’re under some fucking delusion that it’s love. It isn’t. He-oh I’m going to kill him.”

He turned away for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was trying hard to not run out of the house and find Harry to deal with him himself.

“I am an adult, dad! And I do know. I do know what love is because I feel it when I’m with him. He’s never hurt me or taken advantage of me and he loves me back. We want to be together, Dad, and we told Darcy and she turned around and made everything up!” You weren’t doing well at explaining any of it properly, nor was anything you said calming your dad down. He was set in his opinion.

“God… you want to be together? You want to be together.” He repeated the statement like it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. And with every word you were getting more and more overwhelmed and upset. He wasn’t listening. “How stupid are you, y/n? I raised you to make smart decisions and you’ve let yourself be manipulated by someone who’s known you your whole life.”

“Exactly. You raised me to be smart and make my own decisions and choose what I want to do. I know what I’m doing, dad! Harry and I chose each other and I know it’s not a usual relationship but it doesn’t matter. We love each other.”

He took a few sudden steps towards you. So sudden you took your own step back and ended up landing back on the couch to get away from him. Your eyes flicked to your mum for a moment, who so far had been silently crying and watching the two of you.

“If you say you love him one more time…” His tone was so menacing and now you couldn’t tell if he was angry at just Harry anymore.

“What? What dad?” Your voice broke as tears welled in your eyes. His gaze softened at the sight but it was only a moment before he was spitting another question at you.

“When did it start?” You couldn’t respond right away, not when your mum was crying and your dad was looking at you with disdain and… shame. He was towering over you and you had never felt so small. “Tell me when did it start?” His loud voice startled you and you were quick to stutter out the answer.

“Two-Two years ago.” Your hands found the couch cushions beside you, already preempting the reprimand that would follow.

“Two years ago? So you were 20 years old and you thought that he just wanted to be in a relationship with you? Like that?”

“It didn’t start out as something serious.” Your tears were flowing steady now and you were trying to wipe them away as quickly as you could. “It just-it just happened.”

Your eyes widened in realisation at the connotation behind your words the moment they left your lips and you quickly regretted them. You were trying to convince him that you two wanted to be in a relationship and now you were spelling out in big bold letters that you two were just fucking in the beginning. To your dad. Your mum.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

His nostrils flared and a deep hatred flashed in his eyes. “You’re a stupid child, y/n. And because you’re my stupid child, my only stupid child. End it. If you know what’s good for you, end it.”

“Dad-no.” You blubbered, emotions getting the better of you. “You’re not listening to me.”

“I am listening.” He snapped, “and I’m deciding that it’s done.” Before you could respond he was already turning around and storming out of the room.

“No it’s not. Dad. Don’t walk away. Dad.” You stood up quickly but stopped yourself from following him before turning around quickly to face your mum who so far hadn’t said a single thing. “Say something, mum. Go-go talk to him.”

“Y/n…” she sighed, her tears calm. She stood and approached you softly. “I know Harry. I know how charming he is-” her hands grabbed your arms gently “-and how sweet he is so I know it would’ve been so easy to get caught up in him and his money. His affection. But it’s not real-“

“You…” you stumbled backwards, shrugging her grip off you. “Why don’t you believe me mum? I know he’s your friend and I know it’s weird for you and Dad must be so upset that we’re together but we’ve done nothing wrong and I’m not stupid.” The words came out in an embarrassing babble, but there was no use wiping away your tears because they just wouldn’t stop. “He’s never hurt me. Ever. And he cares for me and…” there was a look of sympathy on her face and an utter heart-brokenness about her that told you she was never going to believe you. Your own mum wasn’t going to believe you. “You still don’t believe me, do you?”

“I believe that you’re in love, y/n.” She smiled softly, running her fingers over your cheek. “But I don’t believe he loves you back. You need to listen to your dad. Break up with him. I’ll even help you and we can do it together or-”

“No. Just… no.” You shook your head roughly and spun around to run out the door. Mum called after you, yelling your name until you were in your car and pulling away from the curb in haste.

Your first instinct was to call Harry. You just needed to hear his voice and you needed to explain what happened while it was fresh in your mind. The conversation felt so fast yet so slow at the same time.

You had no idea where Harry would be or if he’d answer, but you had to try. He left the house at the same time as you but you weren’t exactly sure what his plan of attack was. Just that he was visiting his friends one by one.

He had a harder task than you did and was getting the brunt of Darcy’s fury. You thought it would be the other way around, but her allegations… while they made your life harder, they destroyed his. There was no comparison. Even if you had to block some of your shared friends with Darcy due to their constant assault, it was a pinch compared to the blow Harry faced.

The whole thing had you so upset and overwhelmed you weren’t even sure what the true outcome of it was. Obviously, your parents wanted you to break up with Harry and your dad was still adamant that he manipulated you, but it still felt so unresolved. If your dad didn’t walk away maybe you could’ve calmed down and spoke about it more clearly. That was wishful thinking though and you couldn’t change what just happened.

The more you thought about it though, the more you felt like you needed to suck it up. You knew it would be bad, you knew it. Calling Harry and interrupting him wasn’t the right way to deal with it because you didn’t need him worrying about you and worrying about himself. He wanted you to keep him in the loop about what was going on but it didn’t feel like the right thing to do.

You wanted to try and process your emotions so you weren’t such a-such a burden. A baby. Calling him crying when you knew he’d answer no matter where he was or who he was talking to wasn’t fair. Not when the scales were tipped so far into his direction.

It was like a roller coaster of emotions where barely five minutes of driving went by and you had already sucked up the tears and tried to ignore what just happened. At least for now. At least until you two were alone and you could talk openly and honestly.

You decided to just drive for a while until you figured out where to go next. You had already sent a text to the friends you shared with Darcy trying to explain everything, but it felt wrong to talk about something so fucking serious through text. Even a call felt wrong.

You didn’t share very many friends with Darcy, but it was enough where you felt bombarded and overwhelmed by their messages. From what you could tell she told them about your relationship with Harry and that was it. But that was enough. They took her side of course but you hoped once you explained everything maybe they’d… well maybe they wouldn’t think you’re a backstabbing bitch.

Only one was available or even willing to see you but that was enough for you for one day. You knew though that the outcome of this conversation would dictate every one that followed and that had your anxiety at an all time high. Jules was understanding and always had been a little closer to you than Darcy. You were more similar in your tastes and personalities. Maybe that’s why she agreed to talk to you.

Whatever the reason, you just wanted it to go well. For both you and Harry.

Realistically, a lot of Harry’s conversations would’ve been short. They either would’ve ignored his existence, slammed the door in his face and if they did listen, the moment he said he was dating you, they’d explode. Deflect. Yell at him so Harry was forced to defend himself. At least those were the three options in your head.

He was on your mind constantly. He sent you a quick message to tell you he was on his way home and that he’d talk to you about everything when you saw him. There was an unspoken agreement between you two that you’d be staying with him until things settled down which was perfect because you knew you couldn’t go home.

When Harry texted you, you were finishing up with Jules. It was a long, intense afternoon to put it mildly. You weren’t sure what to expect or how long you’d be at her house but you ended up spending hours talking about the entire thing, about everything. From the moment you two slept together for the first time to the moment you realised you loved him. Everything. And thankfully Jules listened.

It wasn’t the most pleasant talk and you definitely got your ass handed to you but you expected that. She said all the things you already knew and there were a lot of tears and emotions, mostly on your part than hers. You half expected her to already have made her mind about you but she took on board everything you said, especially when you told her what Darcy did in revenge.

It didn’t cancel out or excuse anything you did but it spoke to Darcy’s character. She never did hold friends well and you knew for a fact that she had rubbed everyone in your group, including Jules, the wrong way. You hoped that helped your case.

The conversation didn’t necessarily end with her blessing but it wasn’t a full cut off either. More of a ‘time will heal’ situation. That’s all you wanted. You just wanted doors that were ajar and not closed completely. It was exhausting but therapeutic at the same time. It felt good to talk about it with someone who was willing to listen.

After that though… god you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed with Harry and just be wrapped in his arms. You could deal with your friends and Darcy once he was completely surrounding you and you felt like you could breathe again.

Turns out there was an unforeseeable variable. Darcy.

The moment you pulled up to their house and saw both Harry and Darcy’s cars in the driveway, you practically sprinted inside. You could hear the yelling before you even opened the front door but couldn’t make out any words until you pushed it open and followed the noise into their living room.

The air was vicious. A thick sense of betrayal and utter devastation in the air. Harry looked like he had been lit on fucking fire and Darcy was the same.

You could see upon closer inspection just how distraught he truly was, but you knew Darcy was too caught up in the argument to see it. Just like she didn’t see how awful Harry looked when he walked in after everything he had gone through that day. And all because of Darcy’s allegations.

It was a shit show, as expected. All Harry wanted to do was go home, sit and wait for you to join him and relax with him. He had no idea how your day went as your text messages were quite vague but he took that as a sign that things went terribly.

His day wasn’t particularly any better. Yuki was one of the few to actually let him in to talk. The others that he got to today didn’t let him past their front gates or pretended to not be at home.

He was going to draft a message to send out and hope that they’d read it and let him come back in a couple of days to try and talk again. He couldn’t say anything without it being in person. It wasn’t right. But he also couldn’t end the day without saying something to defend himself. Even if there were some that turned their backs on him completely, at least he’d know that he tried with everyone.

Yuki was a lifelong friend of Harry’s. They met before Harry and Matt did and had a tie like no other. He supported Harry through his divorce as Yuki was divorced himself. He had no children so he was able to truly be there for Harry during one of the hardest times in his life. That was why he knew that something was wrong with the entire situation.

It was still a fucking hard pill for him to swallow when Harry explained everything, including his romantic relationship with you. It didn’t end particularly well, but Yuki didn’t close the book completely and that’s all that mattered to Harry. Time would heal what Harry couldn’t.

He hoped so anyway.

After that, he was exhausted. He got through the close circle and anyone else that may of heard would be getting a message and a visit if they were open to talking about it. Even if they weren’t, Harry planned on taking a few days off work to try and fix as much damage as possible.

So when he got home to find Darcy’s car in the driveway… he was done. Shocked that she even returned home for the night, but just done. And when she opened her mouth… he was lucky he didn’t explode and take the entire house down with him.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting for you, Dad.” Darcy huffed, standing up from the couch with her arms crossed over his chest. There was a slight slur to her voice, a taint of something that told Harry she was far from sober.

Harry was good at staying composed and channelling his anger in ways that didn’t attack the cause. But his walls were knocked down to rubble and he had no composure left. Just the mere sight of her made him sick and she was honestly the last person he expected or wanted to see coming home. He hoped you’d be waiting for him.

“Why? So you could accuse me of something else? Hitting you perhaps?”

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes, like she didn’t expect him to snap back at her. Harry hadn’t even raised his voice at her since she was a child.

“What? No.” A sarcastic laugh followed her response, like she found Harry’s comment ridiculous.

“What then? Because I’m failing to understand how you could do this to me. How you could turn around and accuse me of one of the most vile things on this fucking planet. Did you even think Darcy? Did you stop and think that this could ruin my life?” His tone escalated the more he spoke - or rather - yelled at her. He couldn’t help it and she needed to understand that what she did was wrong.

Harry always thought you could discipline someone and teach a lesson without yelling. He didn’t think that now though. Not when he was so fucking angry at her and she seemed as nonchalant as anything just standing there with this sick look of satisfaction on her face. She almost looked happy.

“That’s the whole point. You’ve ruined my life so now I’m returning the favour. An eye for an eye.”

“An eye for a-an eye for an eye?” He sputtered, eyes widening in disbelief. “Darcy, I’m your dad. I’ve done nothing but be there for you. I’ve given you everything you could ever want.”

“Oh, so I wanted you to fuck my best friend? I wanted that. Is that what you’re saying?” She snapped back. Her eyes were crazed, wide and nearly black due to how dilated her pupils were. Harry had never seen her like this in his life. He knew right away that whatever was affecting her wasn’t the usual bottle of tequila.

“Of course not.” Harry inhaled a deep breath, trying to curb some of the anger. Even just the tiniest bit so he could form a coherent sentence. “I know you’re upset. I never thought you wouldn’t be, but you had no fucking right to react how you did. To do this. How is any of this okay?”

“You should’ve thought about that before.”

Before? Before? Was she fucking serious?

“Before what?” He yelled, “How could anything I do allow you to think that accusing me of grooming someone is okay? It’s not fucking okay Darcy, how do you not see that!?”

“You fucked my best friend! How am I supposed to react?”

“Oh my god.” He looked away for a moment, finding it so hard to believe that Darcy genuinely believed she had done nothing wrong. That it was justified. “That’s not an excuse!”

“Did you want me to say how happy I am for you? Is that it?” Her arms waved wildly in the air. All her movements felt more erratic than usual. Then there it was again. That… that look. The same look Georgia had when she was about to say something fucked up. This sneer mixed with an almost satisfaction because she knew that what was about to leave her mouth would hurt.

Darcy’s was the spitting image.

“Of course not! I know I did wrong by you and I’m not going to deny that. I never wanted to hurt you but I haven’t been happy for a long time Darcy and she makes me happy. Y/n makes me happy. And I’m sorry that hurts you, I truly am, but what you did was wrong. Two wrongs don’t make a right.”

“Wrong?” She scoffed, “What you did was wrong. What I did was justified and now because you’re a little inconvenienced you want me to apologise? Poor fucking divorced Harry Styles wants his daughter’s approval to sleep with some slut-”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Harry practically growled, finding his rage heightened at the referral to you. “I’m serious Darcy I swear to God you say one more thing about her and I’ll-”

“What? You’ll what? You won’t do anything and we both know it.” She laughed maliciously, sniffling before scratching it with her knuckle. It was that one movement that had Harry knowing exactly what drug she was on. It was all it took. “You’re just a fucking pussy who’s been blind for years. You’ll do nothing to me and you know why? Because I lied. All I did was lie and all you did was just-oh that’s right you fucked my best friend and your friend’s daughter. Which one of us has done the worst thing, huh?”

He couldn’t even find himself being upset by what she was saying because in an instant he realised that nothing he said would get through her head. She was more Georgia than he ever realised and because of that, he’d never get through to her.

“You’ve been lying for years, haven’t you? Manipulating me… manipulating everyone?” He laughed in disbelief. It was ridiculous actually, how badly he had been blind all these years. You tried to tell him in your nice sugarcoated way once or twice when you two were just sleeping together and he never really listened. He wished he did.

Unbeknownst to both Harry and Darcy, it was right at this moment where you stumbled into the house and started to overhear their conversation.

“Of course I have. It’s a game, Dad.” Darcy laughed, knuckle grazing her nose again. “A game to get whatever I want. Don’t you see? I always get what I want. Like right now. I’m winning and you’re losing.”

“Life isn’t a game, Darcy. This is my life. Your life. Your actions have consequences!”

“And?” She scoffed, “I’m not a kid, Dad. You can’t give me any fucking consequences. You can’t and you won’t.”

“You think so?” He raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I know so.” She laughed again then rolled her eyes. He was starting to feel sick actually. It was like the rose tinted glasses he wore for years had come off and now every single little thing she did reminded him of his ex-wife. Down to the fucking eye roll. “Besides, you fucked my best friend I’m pretty sure that trumps whatever lame-ass consequences you want to give me.”

“God you’re so full of shit, Darcy.” You couldn’t help yourself from speaking up because all she did was lie and it was starting to get fucking old. Standing there listening to her berate him had your body lit on fucking fire. Harry was doing well at handling the situation, but you never doubted that he would. It just killed you. The whole situation killed you.

And then Darcy turns around and acts all tough like this situation was exactly what she wanted. That losing her relationship with her dad was what she wanted. It wasn’t. You knew what Darcy truly craved and it had nothing to do with money or drugs.

Family.

Since the moment Georgia fucked up her life, all Darcy wanted was an stable family. Even if she’d never admit it. You’d feel bad for ruining it if she wasn’t the most manipulative person on the planet. You stopped feeling bad a long time ago.

Harry’s head whipped around to the sound of your voice, a beautiful soft angelic melody of pure snarkiness. Just the sight of you had his mood lifting slightly, but when you stepped closer he could see just how wrecked you were. The day had taken its toll on you and he could see it in the slight puffiness of your eyes.

His brows furrowed and he mouthed a ‘you okay?’ when you got closer to stand beside him. You nodded silently, turning to face Darcy who looked far from amused at your presence.

“Oh, of course, you’re here. Has she moved in, is that it? Poor little y/n was probably kicked out by Matt and Erin when you told them the truth, weren’t you?” She pouted, voice a whine before it turned into a vicious spit. “Good.”

“Darcy you know that I know what you really want and it’s not money or drugs or this. You don’t want to destroy this.”

“Y/n-” Harry tried to intervene, knowing that nothing you said would get through to her. It was too late and Harry was too tired. Darcy beat him too it though.

“No?” Darcy cocked her head at you, “you’re wrong. This is exactly what I want. You and him in fucking misery.”

“Darcy.” Harry warned, stepping in front of you as some sort of protection. She was getting too aggressive and he didn’t like the unpredictability of it all.

“Don’t Darcy me, Harry.” Darcy spat, Harry’s eyes widening when she completely abandoned his title. He didn’t think it would hurt so bad and yet it did. “You weren’t my dad when you fucked her-” her finger jabbed roughly in the air towards you “-so don’t act like my fucking dad now. I don’t want you to pretend to care.”

That did it. After everything she said that was what did it. He wasn’t sure why it ticked him off so much, but he realised that he had always given her exactly what she wanted. It was only right to carry that through.

“You know what, Darcy, you don’t want me to be your dad, fine. Fine.” He shrugged, “Honestly, it’s better that way. No daughter of mine would act like this so as far as I’m concerned, I’m done. You’ve got what you want.”

Darcy almost looked happy until the words ‘I’m done’ left his mouth. It was like those two words changed the entire meaning of his response.

“What do you mean?” She blinked rapidly and Harry could see her thinking on her face. She was trying to decipher it all.

“I mean Darcy and let me be very clear about this,” Harry took a step closer to her, feeling the switch of power in this conversation. Darcy thought she had the upper hand the entire time and maybe she did, but she certainly didn’t have it now. “I mean that from this moment forward I have no paternal responsibility over you. So you want to be free to get high and do what you want? Do it. But it’s on your dime and it’s under someone elses roof. You’re not my responsibility anymore.”

Darcy turned as pale as a ghost, eyes wide with those dilated pupils of hers making her look almost animated. Like there wasn’t a real person behind those glossy eyes.

“But-that’s not-”

“That’s not what?” He cocked his head, “Fair? As far as I’m concerned you had the opportunity to see the wrong in your actions and you didn’t take it. I started today with the aim to do whatever it took to gain your forgiveness and acceptance and I would’ve done anything because you’re my daughter. But I will never, and I mean never forgive you for what you’ve done and it’s clear you won’t forgive me. So if you want revenge and you don’t want me to be your father, that’s fine by me. Take the freedom.”

With every word her facade was crumbling and the truth was coming out. She was losing her last close family member and it was all her fault. “That’s not what I meant, Dad. I just wanted you to see how hurt I was. Not-not this. I have nowhere to go, Dad. Nowhere. I-”

He held his hand up in a ‘stop’ motion to get her to stop talking and it seemed to work like an on/off switch for her mouth. She stood there silent, waiting, hoping that he’d change his mind. But he wouldn’t.

“You’ve shown me plenty Darcy and I hear you. So now it’s my turn to show you how I feel. I’m sure every person you went crying to with your lies would gladly open their doors for you. Or better yet, go to your mother’s. I’m sure she’d love to have you.”

It was a low blow. A lot satisfying blow that gave you much more pleasure than you’d like to admit. The truth was… no one really would take Darcy in. She was entitled, greedy and spoilt and most of her family and friends could only handle her in small doses. By now everyone heard that she lied about half of her story and it was a pretty fucking big and detrimental lie too.

If people ended their friendship with Harry it would be because of your relationship, not because of the lie she spewed. They may let her stay a night based on the fact Harry was dating her friend and their friend’s daughter, but it wouldn’t be longer than that.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that what she did was seriously fucked up and completely outweighed what Harry did. Like some fucked up competition on who did worse.

Darcy’s grandparents would help her out, but she’d learn very quickly that life without money was hard. She’d have to work hard and fast and even then, you were sure they’d be extremely disappointed in her after hearing what she did. And if they found out about her drug addiction? She’d be kicked to the streets.

Then there was Georgia… the funny thing was that she actually would take Darcy in. In an instant. She’d probably actually commend her for what she did and try her hardest to build her and Darcy’s relationship up again. But Darcy would hate every fucking second of it. It would be her personal hell.

Sounds perfect.

“Fuck you. You can’t do this.” She sniffled again, with tears streaming down her face. You could always tell when her tears were just leaking under some false pretense and when she was genuinely upset. When she was genuine… she had this ugly little eye twitch she hated.

There was no fucking ugly eye twitch anywhere.

“I can and I will. Effective immediately your cards are cancelled. Your car is paid and in your name so you can keep it but all the expenses I cover are done. You’re an adult so I’m sure you’ll be happy to take on more responsibility.” Harry’s hands trembled and he had to tuck them behind his back to hide how distraught he truly was. You reached out tentatively and curled your fingers into one of his hands. He grabbed on tight, giving a tight squeeze of recognition without looking back at you.

She was shocked. Reduced to nothing but a sobering shocked little girl. A grown little girl in a 20-something year old body who thought she was a lot older than she was. You always warned her that she couldn’t rely on her money forever and she never listened. She never had anything that she worked for and now it was going to bite her in the ass.

And yet she refused to admit that this hurt her. You could see through her lies. Her tears were fake and when they suddenly dried up like some sort of snake shedding it’s skin, that cold dead look returned to her eyes. “Fine. I don’t need you anyway.”

Harry felt like a fucking idiot again. For a moment he actually thought the tears were real, that she was upset and backtracking after realising how serious Harry was. But he was wrong. Even at the last minute, the last chance, she refused to admit defeat. “Go pack a bag Darcy. You can come back for the rest of your things another time.” She turned around and left the room wordlessly.

“Harry…” You whispered when she was gone. You took a step forward, squeezing his hand only to be shaken away as he stepped away from you. He ran his hands through his hair, releasing a heavy breath that was paired with an equally heavy slump of his shoulders.

“We need to speak about your day and your-your parents, I know and I want to be there for you but I just… I need a minute. Okay? I need to cancel her cards and-”

“It’s okay.” You smiled softly, hating that… that soft puppy dog look in his eyes that made you want to kill anyone who ever hurt him. You were both hurting so intensely and you just hoped that you’d be able to come together and not end up pushing each other away. Reaching out, you gave his thumb a squeeze. “It’s okay. Go. Cancel her cards. Do what you need to do.”

You knew that canelling her cards meant sitting in silence and gathering his thoughts. He might’ve actually cancelled some of his payments for his things, but it was an excuse. And he didn’t need to say anything else for you to understand that today had been the most full on experience.

“I love you.” He murmured softly, barely able to look you in the eye before he squeezed your hand and turned to walk towards his office. You said the endearment back, but he was too far to hear it.

You weren’t really sure what to do now. There was no way you wanted to be here when Darcy came back out to leave, but you also wanted to give Harry some time and not bombard him right away. So you decided to avoid upstairs at all cost and head outside to sit by the pool.

The whole situation was just so fucked up. So entirely fucked up. It was a massive day with so many events happening that it all blurred into one big pile of fog. And it was only the first day. The first day of what potentially could be a lifetime of no one accepting you two.

And it was already so hard.

Harry had lost his daughter after she tried to ruin his life and you felt like you were about to lose your parents. They were everything to you and your first conversation when horribly. You hoped that it would get easier, better. That you’d be able to finish university and have your family standing there at your graduation alongside the love of your life.

But that felt so far away.

You sat by the pool until you heard Darcy leave. You kept the back door open a little so you’d be able to hear her leave and only then did you venture back inside. After making sure she was actually gone, you locked the front gate and door before making your way towards Harry’s office.

“Harry…” You knocked softly on the ajar door, pushing it open to find him sitting behind his desk looking deep into blank space. His slightly redenned eyes were illuminated by his computer screen and you felt your heart crack just at the sight. “She’s gone. I double checked before locking the front door.”

You approached him slowly, smiling softly when his eyes met yours. “Are you okay?” The moment the question left your mouth you felt like an idiot for asking it. None of this was okay. “Sorry. Stupid question.”

A small smile played on his lips and he pushed his wheely chair back, inviting you to come sit on him like you had done time and time before. You did so gladly, straddling his lap before threading your fingers behind his neck, letting your fingers drag into his hair a little. Harry always found it soothing when his hair was played with.

“Hi baby.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around you.

He scanned your face, letting you reply with a soft ‘hi’ before he kissed you gently and hugged you tighter to him. You welcomed the hug and sighed when he dug his forehead in your neck for comfort. Letting your chin drop to his head, you both just sat there for a while in silence, just… existing in each other’s presence and comforting each other before you two had to talk about your day.

Neither of you wanted to make the first move. Until Harry did.

“There was something I never told you about Georgia.” He said softly, making you sit back so you could both see each other properly.

“What?”

“In the beginning of our relationship when we were both young and stupid… Georgia used to do coke.” Well shit. Truly was like mother, like daughter. “It wasn’t a lot and it wasn’t a problem or anything and by the time she was pregnant with Darcy she hadn’t used for a while. Never did after Darcy was born either. But it just… I dunno. The moment I saw that little tick of Darcy’s-” he reached up and mimicked Darcy, scratching the tip of his nose with his knuckle, “-I knew. Georgia did the same thing and it made me realise that I’d never get through to her. I never got through to Georgia and Darcy is just like her.”

“I had no idea. Did Darcy know?”

He shook his head. “No. Never. Unless Georgia told her but Darcy never said anything about it.” He paused, pursing his lips for a moment, “how long did you know Darcy was using?”

That was a question you didn’t want him to ask.

“Um… a while. I should’ve…” you swallowed thickly, “I should’ve told you. I know that. But it didn’t get bad until a couple of months ago and by that time…”

“We were together.” He finished off for you. His hands left your hips to grab onto the arms of his chair instead and he looked displeased. “You should’ve told me.”

“I know. I know, Harry. I’m so sorry I-”

“But I understand why you didn’t.” Harry’s hands found a home around your waist again, “Now that I know the type of person she is, I understand why you never wanted to be in the middle. I get it.”

Your eyes softened. God you couldn’t even put yourself in his shoes. You had no idea what it felt like to be a parent or to lose your relationship with your child. Despite Darcy being Darcy, she was still his daughter and Harry loved her with all his heart.

“I can’t even imagine what you’re going through, Harry. It’s so shit I wish I could make it magically better, but I can’t.” You looked away briefly, eyes glistening with tears that were still built up from your day.

“Hey.” He nudged, grabbing your chin to get you to look at him. “It’ll get better. It’s just really shit right now. But we’ll get through this together, yeah?” He squeezed your hip with his other hand while waiting for a small nod.

“Yeah… yeah. It was just a-” you swallowed thickly, sniffling when the first tear rolled down your cheek. “It was a really shit day. For you and-and me and I-I’m sorry.” You apologised, hastily trying to wipe away the tears. The apology was for the ugly tears and crying when he just went through something so horrible. Your day was bad but it felt so… so wrong to cry about your problems when you hadn’t even spoken about his.

“Don’t apologise.” Harry frowned, “It’s okay to cry.” He soothed, cupping your face with one hand while the other rubbed soothing circles on your back. “It’s good to cry. I cried right before you came in here.”

“You should’ve called me.” You murmured, your soft laugh morphing into a cry as you gave into it and pressed your palms to your eyes.

“Baby,” he stressed, wrapping his arms around you to hug you again tight. You cried softly onto his shouler, knowing that this was what you wanted all damn day. To just cry and be held by him. “I should’ve called you. Shouldn’t I? Would’ve been nice for you to hold me.”

“Yeah.” You agreed through tears, “You’re an idiot.”

Harry laughed softly, “I know. A big ol’ idiot.” He smoothed his palm over your back, rubbing circles through your shirt while letting you cry out all your tears onto his shoulder. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well today?”

“No.”

“What happened?”

“My mum barely said anything and my dad… he-he was so mean. He kept calling me stupid and-and he wouldn’t listen.”

“You’re not stupid, baby.” Harry tried to sooth, barely understanding your words through your hiccups and sniffling.

“I know.” You pullled back to look at him, loving the way his hands immediately found your face so he could wipe away your tears. “But he made me feel stupid and I tried to explain and tried to make him understand but he didn’t. He walked away and told me to break up with you and my mum agreed. They both still think you’re taking advantage of me and you’re not and they just…” Your words disappeared into another cry and Harry was quick to pull you back in for another tight hold against his chest.

“They’ll come around, y/n. They love you and they just want to protect you, that’s all. It’s good that they’re so worried.”

“They hate you and they think I’m stupid.” You pulled back again very quickly, your tears of sadness morphing into frustration. “My dad told me I don’t know what love is. That I’m delusional and a stupid little girl. He’s never said that before. Never. So why-why now?”

Harry’s eyes softened significantly, feeling so distraught over your crying he wasn’t really sure what to do. He knew how to comfort someone crying. He had been married and he had a daughter. But to see the love of his fucking life crumble in front of him because of something he had a hand in… it broke his heart.

“He thinks I’m hurting you, y/n. That’s all. He doesn’t think you’re stupid or delusional, he’s just scared. He’s scared because he thinks I’m hurting you and that you’re not yourself. It’ll just take time.”

Maybe he was right. You hoped he was right.

“It was awful.”

“I know.” Harry sympathised, smoothing his hands over your face to dry your tears and push your hair out of your face. “I know. I’’ll try to speak to him and then we’ll talk to them together, okay? We won’t stop. We’re not going to give up, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay. How was…” You wiped your eyes over your eyes, trying to get your tears to stop. “How was your day? How did it go?”

Harry smiled at your attempt to bring the topic back to him. “To put it simply. Bad. I wasn’t well received but Yuki let me talk, at least. He was… shocked to put it mildly but he didn’t push me away.”

“You had a harder job than I did.” You sniffled, voice crackling slightly. “It would’ve been horrible trying to speak to everyone and be turned away like that. Speaking with Jules was enough.”

“It was really hard but I tried to get through it all.” He replied, reaching behind you to grab a tissue from his desk before handing it to you. You thanked him softly. “I don’t want anyone to think that I’m not taking things seriously. I’ve already texted everyone again just to… I don’t know. To try I guess. To show I want to continue having normal friendships and everything. But I think a lot of people will be done with me.”

“I want to do the same. I don’t want people to think I don’t care.” You paused, looking down at your lap. “I’m sorry.”

“Why do you keep apologising, y/n?” His voice came out a little sterner this time and when he grabbed your chin to force your gaze on his, there was a slight pinch at your skin. “We always knew this would happen. It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but I still feel so bad.”

“Try not to. I don’t blame you, so please don’t put blame on yourself. Please, baby.” There was a slight whine to his voice. A plea. “It’ll take time. For everyone. For us too.”

“You’re right. And we’ll try again.”

“We’ll try again.” He confirmed, smiling softly at you. “We knew it wasn’t going to be easy but we’ve got each other, okay? No matter what, this-” He grabbed both of your hands and squeezed them in his, kissing your knuckles on each side. “-will never change. We’ll always have each other.”

“Always.” You agreed.

“I think we should shower and try to relax. Tomorrow will be another big day so we need to rest.”

Another big day was a huge fucking understatement. The next week was nothing short of chaotic and fucking ridiculous. Your parents were texting and calling you non-stop bombarding you with questions on where you were and whether you had broken up with Harry yet. There were threats if you were with Harry (which you had been since you physically couldn’t bring yourself to go to university while your life was turning into a shit show), even though they very well knew you were with him.

You weren’t going to lie to them anymore so you weren’t going to pretend you were with a friend. The whole goal was to get them more comfortable with the idea of you two being together so there was no use lying about it.

You kept your communication with them minimal and to text messages only. All they had to know for now was that you were safe. You told them you wanted to talk about everything again but only in person and they seemed okay with it, but they were very quickly demanding that you returned home right away to do it.

It felt right to see them again by yourself. Just to see if you could reduce some tension and try and resolve something. Even just a little bit. But you were wrong.

It was another screaming match.

You made sure to leave a couple of days before you saw them and it felt like their anger only increased. Your mum had more to say this time but it was all the same as the first time and your dad… even though Harry tried to tell you your dad didn’t think you were stupid and delusional, he definitely believed that.

He reused the same lines with a stronger punch and all it did was make you cry again while you tried to defend your relationship. It was hell. You ended up running upstairs with both of them on your tail still trying to get you to reconsider while you packed an overnight bag with some extra clothes to stay at Harry’s. You were lucky you managed to push past them otherwise you were sure that your dad was going to slap you or find a way to lock you in your room like a prisoner.

They had never been like this towards you. Ever. They were nice to the couple boys you introduced to them and trusted you 100%. You never had a curfew and had only been grounded once in your early teen years. Your relationship with them was so amazing and now it felt like the complete opposite.

You tried to remember that they were convinced Harry was hurting you and they were just scared, but it was hard to think of that when they were in your face making you feel so small. Even as you cried into Harry’s lap that night and he tried to explain where they were coming from while still validating your feelings (which he was a little too good at doing), it just didn’t feel like the truth.

The hardest part was that you truly didn’t believe that they’d believe that you and Harry were together and that your relationship started from 100% appropriate intentions. It had to come from Harry too… but even that was a disaster.

He didn’t think it was wise to see them face to face just yet, so he decided to call your dad and try and talk to him about it and well… it was another shit show. Harry spent nearly an hour on the phone just trying to diffuse your dad while he threatened him and screamed basically the entire time. It wasn’t a conversation.

There was no back and forth, just yelling and diffusing.

Harry had to hang up and go for a walk just to calm down from that situation. Your dad was his friend, which yes made it even shittier for the situation, but emotionally it was harder for Harry. This was one of his close friends and he was losing him. You both took responsibility for the situation 100%, but that didn’t mean it sucked any less.

Harry was talking the brunt of a lot of the heavy conversations. He was doing more house visits in the evenings, but mostly phone calls with people first. He never wanted to push too far and thought that consistency was the key. You decided that you should reach out to the same people as well and sent text messages and did some phone calls.

It was hard trying to convince every single person that Harry wasn’t hurting you. Even harder when half of the responses were people supporting you and urging you to break up with him under some stupid ‘stockholm syndrome’ idea someone threw around and the other calling you stupid and naive for being in the relationship. Neither were good reactions.

You were trying to be positive. Trying really fucking hard. So hard. For you, but mostly for Harry but even with him in the forefront of your mind you were losing any positive thinking. You knew Harry was too.

He kept saying that they needed time, that it would get better but none of it felt like it was getting better and even if the words were coming out of his mouth, it didn’t seem like he actually believed them.

How long would this last? How long would you have to explain the same thing and try and explain that you loved him. How long could you explain that you never meant to hurt Darcy and that it was a shit thing to do but you were happy?

No explanations worked and no one seemed to understand your relationship or accept your reasonings. The more it happened, the more you started to question whether you really were delusional to think that your relationship would work. In your heart you knew you were in the right place with the right person, but having everyone around you tell you it was wrong made you question everything.

You thought you were strong and you thought you could do this but you didn’t feel built for it. It felt like your age was showing because you still felt like you had barely left childhood and now all these grown fucking people with their own opinions were trying to dictate you and give their opinion. It was overwhelming.

Running away to Italy was staring to look like the best escape plan ever. There you two could just exist and love. No one would know or care who you were and you could enjoy Harry in his Italian prime in those slutty little shorts of his. You could learn Italian and enjoy some filthy Italian dirty talk. You could walk the markets together and go on dates and live like a normal couple without feeling like someone you knew would come and toss a drink in your face.

But would you really be happy if your parents, your family were back home worried sick and disapproving of every move you made? It had been weighing heavily on your mind since the moment he proposed the idea.

“My mum’s calling me again.” You commented a little dazily, tossing your phone across the bed so you wouldn’t have to answer it. It slid off the bed and landed on the carpet with a thump, but you didn’t care to get it and pulled the duvet from under Harry’s pillows so you could get into the bed instead.

“Y/n, you can’t go to sleep. You need to call her back.” Harry warned, refusing to move from his spot beside you so the duvet was harder to move.

“I’m not going to. I’m just going to rest my eyes and hope that when I open them again in a couple of hours all our problems go away.” You sighed happily as you snuggled into his bed, tucked right in with the duvet up to your chin.

“We need to see your parents. The longer you leave it, the harder it will be. They’re the most important people to talk to and you won’t let me go there alone so-”

“That’s because my dad will kill you on site.” Harry reprimanded your interruption with a warning glance. “I’m serious. He’ll knock you out with one punch then hogtie you and shove you in the trunk of his car.”

“I don’t think he’s that strong. He’s not in the gym as much as I am.” He smirked, laughing when you kicked him.

“I’m serious, Harry.”

“And I’m serious when I say that the best thing to do is have a face to face conversation.”

“The last one was so horrible.” You murmured, looking away from him while squeezing the duvet under your chin in both fists.

“I know.” He sympathised, brushing his fingers over your cheek. “But we can’t hide, you said that remember. It’s important to speak to them like adults, not hide in the duvet like a bug.”

“I want to stay here forever. With you. Like a bug with a short life span.” You complained, “maybe one of those bugs who only live 24 hours y’know. They’re just birthed, then make lots of babies and die happily.”

“You’re starting to sound a little delirious.” He tried not to smile, but on the inside being a bug like that really did sound appealing.

“Maybe I am.”

He sighed and flashed you a certain warning glance before getting up to grab your phone. He returned it to you and you reluctantly grabbed it, only to feel that the phone was buzzing with another incoming call from your mum.

“Answer it, y/n. You have to.”

With a sigh, you untucked yourself from your cocoon before answering it. “Hi, mum.”

Harry listened in closely to the conversation, happy that it seemed to be pleasant rather than anything too aggressive. Seeing you become so distraught and withdrawn over the past couple of days was fucking terrible for him to watch. He was feeling it too and he knew that you could see the change in him as well.

He was trying to stay strong and put on a brave face but truthfully he was suffering terribly on the inside. He loved you with his entire heart, body and soul and he wouldn’t trade that for anything, but he was having a hard time enjoying that and feeling that when the world around you two was crumbling.

Every relationship had its struggles, he knew that more than most but it felt harder when he just wanted to love you so goddamn hard without anyone stopping him. He couldn’t do that with the weight of losing everyone on his shoulders. Nor could he properly handle how hard it had been to fight so hard to try and keep his friends.

And Darcy… that was the hardest pill to swallow of them all. He hadn’t heard from her at all, nor had anyone contacted him telling him that she was with them. Harry had no idea where she was and while part of him felt immense relief, the other was so so sad.

Cutting her off was the right thing to do and the only thing to do to truly teach her some responsibility. He kept telling himself he gave her exactly what she wanted and he did. It was better this way for everyone.

If he gave into her she was going to continue manipulating him and he realised that he may never recognise the signs. He’d never know when the truth was coming out of her mouth or if she was just pretending to get what she wanted. That was dangerous and he’d never be able to live a life with you without her out of the picture.

He hated that and he never wanted it to turn out this way. But he couldn’t even look her in the eye anymore after what she did and right now reconciliation seemed hopeless. Right now he just wanted to focus on you and making sure your relationship survived.

“We have to be there as soon as possible.” Your voice broke him free from his daze.

“Okay. And they know I’m coming?”

“No… I didn’t think they’d react very well if I said it.” You got off the bed, moving towards your overnight bag to grab some clean clothes to change into.

“Yeah…” Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That’s probably best.”

“Y/n!” Your mum greeted after opening the front door. But her happiness didn’t last very long. The moment her eyes landed on Harry standing beside you, that soft smile and welcoming eyes fell from her face in an instant. She cleared her throat, standing a little taller and scanning over him like he was a complete stranger. Like she didn’t have a friendship going back decades with him. “You didn’t tell me you’d be bringing him.”

“He has a name.” Your nerves were already starting to shoot right through you, so you reached out and grabbed onto Harry’s hand. “And I thought it was time we all spoke about it. Don’t you?”

Her eyes landed on your intertwined hands and visibly filled with tears at the sight. You couldn’t figure out what she was feeling, but you knew how you were feeling. Sick to your fucking stomach.

“You’ve made a mistake bringing him here, y/n. You know how we feel and-”

“You fucking son of a bitch!”

It all happened in slow motion. One moment you were standing there beside Harry and the next your dad came charging out like a bull chasing a waving red flag. There was no stopping it, no getting out of the way and no preparation before he his fist landed square with Harry’s jaw.

Your hands were ripped apart and a blood curdling scream escaped your lips when another punch landed on Harry’s opposite cheek. Your mum tugged you close to her, holding you back while you begged for your dad to stop. You tried to pull away from her to get to Harry to help him and try and stop your dad. To do anything but watch as your dad pushed Harry to the ground. Harry let out a rough groan at the initial crack of his jaw, an even louder one when he was shoved onto the grass while your dad spewed death threats at him.

“I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch.” Dad’s voice was a loud boom, a whiping crack of lightning that had you screaming out for him to stop. Your voice came out in a cry but it was lost in between the chaos of your dad’s fists meeting Harry’s face, his yelling and your mum’s own scared voice begging Dad to stop.

But nothing was working and all Harry did was lay there and take it. He didn’t attempt to block the blows or defend himself. He just laid there and let your dad pummel into him and you had no idea why.

“Harry. Harry please.” You cried, wailing at the sight of Harry’s face slowly starting to swell and bruise. His eye was already black and his lip was busted from the initial blow. “Stop him, mum! Stop him! He’s going to kill him.”

“Matt. Matt please. Stop it.” Mum begged, her own tears falling in rivers down onto her shirt.

“What do you have to say for yourself, huh!?” Dad screamed right into Harry’s face, completely ignoring both you and your mum while using his hovered position over him to grab onto the front of Harry’s t shirt. He fisted it tight in both hands, pulling Harry’s head up from the grass.

Harry didn’t reply right away, unable to due to the black spots in his vision and slight haze in all his senses. Dad didn’t seem to like this very much and shook him aggressively to get his attention. “Tell me. Fucking tell me!”

All Harry did was smile. A big bloody smile that looked like something straight of the movies. He lulled his head towards you, swollen eyes softening at the sight of you so distraught and hanging onto your mum like you’d crumble into pieces if you didn’t. Harry spit out the excess blood from his mouth, giving you a nod just to tell you he was okay before he finally spoke.

“I love you.”

Those three little words were enough to have you crying harder, this time out of straight love for the man lying nearly unconscious on the floor with your dad on top of him. Time seemed to move slow and suddenly everything that had happened in the past week felt worth it again. In a fucked up kind of way.

Harry slowly turned back to look at your dad, who seemed completely caught off guard at the sound of Harry professing his love for you. “I’m sorry Matt, but I love her. I love her with all my heart and nothing you do will change that. I love her. I… I love y/n.”

Your dad let him go like the words physically burned his skin. He looked ill and felt sick to his stomach as he got up from Harry and stormed right past you and your mum. You didn’t even try to stop him or talk to him or anything. Your only focus was the love of your life who was bleeding on the floor barely moving.

You instantly ran towards him, collapsing on your knees beside him while repeatedly saying his name. He flashed you a lazy grin and grabbed onto your hand, squeezing it again to make sure you knew he was okay.

“Oh my god, are you okay? Jesus christ, Harry, you’re-” you couldn’t even finish the words. They got caught in your throat seeing how destroyed his pretty skin was.

“I’m fine, baby. I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt. Don’t worry.” Harry assured, coughing in pain as he sat himself up to comfort you. Even though he was the one bleeding all over himself, he was still comforting you. He reached up and grazed his knuckles against your cheek.

“God, why didn’t you defend yourself? Why didn’t you… fuck-Harry. Fuck you.” You cried, hiting his chest twice in a reprimand. The sight of him making you so damn upset you were borderline hysterical.

“Because we both needed that. He needed that.” He smiled at your attack on his chest, his physical pain nothing compared to his emotional pain. The mere thought of how this whole situation must’ve felt like for you was awful.

“That doesn’t even make sense.” You sniffled, pushing his hair back so you could see his face better. His reasoning only made you angry because you knew that Harry could easily have stopped your dad and now he was practically black and blue. Your real anger lied with your dad, but you hated that Harry just let him punch him over and over again.

“I know.” He smiled softly. You just shook your head and wiped your eyes, trying to collect yourself so both of you could leave as soon as possible.

“Come on. Can you get up?” You ignored the rage building inside you, the disgust for your own father so you could slowly help Harry get up. He was a little light headed and stumbled on his feet, but you were quick to sling his arm around your shoulders for a little extra support.

“I’m fine. I’m fine, just a little dizzy.”

Even with a black eye and a split lip, Harry still looked as handsome as ever with that dashing smile on his lips.

“I’m going to kill you when your bruising goes down. I hope you know that.” You threatened, slowly turning around to try and leave and get home so you could take care of his wounds.

“I’m looking forward to it.” He flirted through a groan.

“Wait! Y/n, I’ve got a-a first aid kit.” You heard your mum from behind you, slightly breathy from seemingly running through the house to get it.

“I’ll take care of him at home.” You replied shortly, knowing that if you spent any longer in this house you were going to lose it.

“Home? Home? Y/n, this is your home.” She stumbled, like your words were a slap to her tear-stained face.

“Mum, I can't be here. Not now, not for a while.” The tears started again, burning your nose and the back of your throat. Harry was still holding onto you tightly, but he was able to support himself better on his feet. “I’m sorry but I think we need time apart. All of us.”

“Y/n… please-I’m. I’m so sorry.” Mum stumbled forward, letting the box drop to the grass without a care of it’s contents spewing onto her garden.

“I know.” You sniffled. “I know, but it’s better like this. It’s better. Just for now, okay? Okay? Just for now.”

It felt like a breakup. An awful heartbreaking breakup but with one of the most important people in your life. The first important person in your life. She was always going to be your mum and you were always going to love her, but for you two to ever be okay again and to get back to your relationship from before, this had to happen. You both needed space and you needed time. Lots of time.

She nodded, “Okay. Okay but you have to text me. You have to, okay? I need to know you’re okay and you're…” her eyes flicked to Harry briefly, “happy. Just tell me you’re happy.”

“I will. I promise I will.”

Your mum leaped forward and hugged you tight, completely ignoring the bruised man attached to your hip. She whispered a teary ‘I love you’ in your ear before quickly stepping back when you said it in return to allow you to help Harry get to the car.

Harry gave you the keys to drive home because he wasn’t totally clear yet and after repeatedly refusing your request to take him to the hospital instead of his house, you drove both of you home.

It was a drive full of silence and the odd sniffle from your direction. You both had a lot on your mind but nothing to say to each other and all you could think about was Harry’s initial proposition to just run away to Italy. At the time it felt wrong to run away from your responsibilities and the mess, but now it didn’t feel like you’d be leaving that much behind.

Everyone needed time, you knew that. Time was life’s greatest healer and if it was what your relationships with everyone else needed to mend, then it was also what your relationship with Harry needed.

When you got home, you dragged Harry upstairs to his bathroom and worked on cleaning his cuts and icing his bruises. They weren’t too deep and mostly superficial, but they needed to be sanitised and cleaned. It was another silent activity, one that Harry seemed to enjoy. He quite liked the sting of the alcohol, but only because it was you administering the pain.

He sat on the edge of the bath perfectly still while you stood between his legs like you were giving him a relaxing massage, not prodding at his open wounds. It only made you love him more for it.

“Didn’t I tell you he was going to try and kill you?” You murmured, placing the antiseptic wipe down on the benchtop behind you.

“Yeah. Didn’t think he’d do it in front of you though.” Harry replied, wincing while he opened his eyes. “I’m sorry you had to see that. No one should go with that.” He squeezed your hip lovingly, looking up at you like you were his sky, moon and stars.

“Well, I’m sorry you got your face punched. No one deserves that.” You smiled softly and grabbed the ice pack instead, holding it up gently to the worse eye out of the two.

“I did. To your dad, I did.” He replied, closing both eyes and lulling into your touch like you were heaven itself. You didn’t know what to say to that. So you decided to speak about something else.

“Harry?”

“Hm?” He hummed, eyes closed in complete bliss. His face was still throbbing, but the icepack you held to his eye seemed to be working. Just being with you was working.

“I think we need to book those flights to Italy.”

“What?” Harry’s eyes opened quickly and he winced at the sudden brightness switch after having his eyes closed for so long. “Shit. What are you talking about?”

“Book the flights.” This time your voice held no uncertainty, no doubts or second thoughts. You wanted this and he could see it. He could hear it in your voice.

“Book the flights?” He double checked. You nodded firmly. “For when?”

“As soon as possible.”

“Are you sure?” He grabbed your face in both hands, looking deep in your eyes with this… this smile on his face. It was bright and swollen, a little bloody and bruised but you could see just how happy he was to hear those words. How free he felt to know that in less than two days you two could possibly be in Itally. Settled. Together.

There’d be no rules. No interruptions. Nothing.

On the outside, it may look like you two were running away from all your responsibilities and a huge pile of mess your relationship had caused and maybe you were. Maybe it would end up to be a huge fucking mistake. But it also might’ve been just what everyone needed to try and heal from this situation.

It was the chance of building a life together without anyone else getting in the way. Even if it lasted two weeks, a month, hell, even a whole year, no matter how long the trip was, you both knew that it was what you needed to kickstart your relationship. To be happy. To get the time you needed to heal yourselves and strengthen your relationship.

It’s probably the immature route. The route that would feed into exactly what everyone had been saying about you. That you were stupid and naive, just a young, dumb little girl. But you didn’t care. If they wanted to think that they would and it didn’t matter whether you were a 10 minute drive from them or across the world.

“I’m sure.”

So fuck it. You’re going to Italy.

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Complicated Freak Part 4

Summary: Harry takes y/n for a ride while Darcy's away and a near miss causes unforeseen tensions.

Warning: smut!!, penetration, spitting, dirty talk including degradation and a breeding kink. !!!Age-gap Romance!!!

Word count: 9.7k+

Author’s note: Part 4 is here after a billion years so I do apologise for that. For those who read the TERRIBLE first version on patreon, please read this again the ending is so much better I promise. muah

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“So when are you going to take me on a ride?” You asked, kicking your feet back and forth from your position on Harry’s bed. He was standing in his ensuite, naked aside from a towel wrapped around his waist and was currently brushing his teeth to get ready for bed.

You liked watching him do domestic things. Cooking, cleaning, gardening, even just brushing his teeth. It gave you a sense of normal, or a fake sense of security more like it. A rose-tinted bubble where you and Harry could be something more than a disgusting affair in the shadows.

When you were with Harry, you sometimes liked to pretend you were someone else. Older, smarter, not best friends with his daughter. Someone whose life wouldn’t crash and burn if someone found out you two were sleeping together.

Right now you were doing that, just laying on your stomach, chin propped up by your hands in blissful ignorance of what was beyond the four walls of his house.

“What?” He chuckled, looking at you with a raised brow. The word was muffled by the toothpaste before he spit it into the sink. “Were the last two rounds not good enough for you?”

“No. Not like that” you laughed. “Your bike. I’m talking about your bike.”

“Ohh. Whenever you like, love.” He rinsed off his toothbrush before setting it down to cup his hands under the sink and collect water.

“I’d say now but I’m kinda sore and your bed is too comfy for me to want to move.” You rolled onto your back, flattening out like a starfish while looking at him upside down.

Harry laughed again and wiped his mouth clean before walking towards you. “Tomorrow morning then?”

Hovering over you, he placed a fist on either side of your head, leaning in so your noses were in line.

“Mhmm.” You agreed, smiling while cupping his face upside down. “You know when Darcy gets back?”

“No…” he hummed, leaning even closer so he could peck your mouth. It was a funny angle kissing upside down, but you liked it nonetheless. “But you know how she likes to sleep in.”

“Mhmm.” Reaching behind you, you allowed your hands to crawl down his shoulders and torso. He groaned, loving the feeling of your hands on his body. He always did. “Does that mean we can sleep in?” You mumbled against his mouth, squealing when he took advantage of your raised hands to have a palm of your breast through his shirt you were wearing.

“I think a sunrise ride sounds better.” He mused, biting your lip before peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You moaned and tilted your head back, scratching against his abs.

“I love sunrises but you’ve worn me out, Harry. Getting up early just sounds…”

“Like the best idea ever? I know”

You laughed and pushed him away, turning around to get on your knees. His hands landed on your hips as yours made their way to his shoulder, sliding up the sides of his neck.

“Fine. Do I get breakfast out of it, at least?”

Biting your lip, you grabbed onto the towel at Harry’s hips, flashing a teasing smile while his hands slid back to your ass. He firmly squeezed it, kissing you through a smile.

“Coffee too. Maybe a kiss if you’re good.”

You whimpered into his mouth, moving your hands upwards into his hair. It was growing heavy fast, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth while he ducked his hands under your t-shirt to grab your bare ass. You weren’t wearing anything underneath it and he was taking advantage of it.

“I can be good.” You mused, pulling the towel open and dropping it to the floor without care. Harry smirked and pulled the shirt off your body, dumping it on the floor with the towel to leave you both naked before each other.

“Rarely.” He tutted, pushing you back gently so you laid back on the bed. “Most of the time you’re a brat.”

“I’m being good right now, aren’t I?” You pouted, propping your feet up and spreading them apart so you were properly exposed to him. You propped your upper body up by your elbows, watching him crawl onto the bed between your knees.

He was already half hard and it was a sight you loved to see. You loved when he wasn’t fully there yet and a word or a touch could get him ready to fuck you. It didn’t normally take much which was something you prided yourself on. Who doesn’t love being able to make a man hard?

“For once sweetheart, you are.” He chuckled, grabbing your jaw with a firm grip so you were forced to open your mouth for him. “Open up. Be good f’me, mama.”

Again with that nickname… god you had been thinking about it all day. All damn day since it slipped from his mouth earlier this afternoon. It affected you in a way that you didn’t truly understand.

If he called you a whore you’d get it, but mama? Why did that elicit the same fucking reaction?

You opened your mouth wider, smiling when he spat directly onto your tongue.

“Swallow.”

Again, you did so without complaint and maintained eye contact with him while he ran his other hand up your inner thigh. It started at your knee and moved upwards towards the one spot you needed him most.

His hand barely lasted there though, just a caress to tell you he could touch you if he wanted to before his fist landed on the bed beside your head to balance him.

“Good girl.” He leaned closer, brushing his mouth against yours as he kept lowering himself until you were forced to flatten on the bed. Harry groaned when you pulled on his hair and connected your mouths properly, curling your leg around his hip to pull him closer between your legs so he was pressed against you.

“Harry…”

Just the feeling of his cock against you made you all tingly. It only made sense when Harry already fucked you twice today and you were sensitive to the touch because of it.

You weren’t even sure if you would be able to handle it, to be honest. Harry always wrecked you. Time and time again he made sure that every time he touched your body, it would continue to feel it for hours afterwards.

“Yeah? You want it?” He groaned against your mouth, panting while grinding his cock against your clit. He could feel how soaked you were already, your arousal coating the length of his cock more and more with every grind. That was one of the things he loved about you, how easily you got wet for him, how willing you always were to part your pretty legs and welcome him between them.

“Uhuh… uhuh, please”

Harry slipped his fingers between your bodies, connecting them to your clit so he could feel your arousal on his fingers. There was something about it that he just loved. His cock was already proper soaked with you, but coating his fingers in it seemed to connect to his soul. Hands are how people feel the world and by now, you were the centre of his.

“You get wet so fucking easily f’me, don’t you?”

“Yes…” you gasped, clenching when he dipped a finger into your entrance.

“I know. Just a perfect little girl. My girl, aren’t you?” he murmured, correcting himself as he pulled his finger from your pussy to bring it to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it instantly, cleaning it as he leaned back on his haunches to use his other hand to guide his cock to you. “That’s it. Gonna take me like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh… uhuh, jesus.” you gasped, jaw going slack as he slowly pushed into you.

You held onto his wrist with both hands while his grip secured on your jaw, cementing his fingers on your tongue like it grounded him and drew focus so he wouldn’t come the second he felt your pussy clench around his length.

Being so sexually active was a test to Harry sometimes. He wasn’t insecure about his age or his sexual abilities by any means, but he didn’t have the stamina of someone your age and after two rounds already he knew this was going to be short for him. But it wasn’t about about how long he could fuck you, it was about the emotional release it provided.

Anger, frustration, the simple need for human connection. You two had been through it all.

Sometimes it was just like this; slow, deep.

It was late already after you two stayed up watching a new show he had been wanting to see but waited because he thought you might like it. You were both in heavy food comas after making dinner together but somehow you still seemed to come back to this. His cock deep in your belly, mouth mushed to yours with his solid body on top of you.

You were a little sore and didn’t even think you were going to come but that didn’t stop you from enjoying it, from feeling at peace with the weight of his body on you. With every snap of his hips, your body grew hotter and your breaths seemed to sync and morph together.

There was something different about it. Something different in the way Harry ground his hips and kissed your mouth, the way he intertwined your fingers and gently pinned them above your head, the way he coaxed you with words, that endearing ‘mama’ dropping like a murmur or praise to god. It was all different and you couldn’t decide if it was a good thing or not.

“Want you to come first.” He murmured, encouraging you to reach for your clit because he couldn’t.

“I can’t… I won’t.” You breathed, releasing your hands so you could wrap them around his torso. “It’s okay, just want this. Just want you.”

He slowed, “Is it too much? You want to stop?”

“No. no.” curling your leg around his hip, you pulled him closer to try and get him to ramp it up again. “Want it. Want you to come inside me. I just won’t get there, but it’s okay.” You grabbed his jaw and kissed him, tilting his face up to ghost your mouth against his jaw. “Please.”

“Okay… okay. I'll give it to you.” He rumbled, guiding your jaw so he could kiss you again and groan into your mouth. “God, you feel so good.”

“Come for me. Come for me, Harry.”

He groaned, joining your mouths and intertwining your fingers again as he released into you with a final thrust. You whimpered along with him, loving the feeling of his hot come fill you to the brim.

“God, mama. Fuck.” He panted, kissing you haphazardly between breaths. He dropped his forehead to your chest, staying still a moment while he collected his breath. “Are you sure you don’t want me to finish you off?”

“Mhmm. Promise.” You whispered, resting your eyes closed to savour the moment.

“Is it bad if we skip the shower and go straight to sleep?” He mumbled a moment later, still deep inside you like he didn’t want to break the connection.

“A little, but I won’t tell if you won’t.”

He smiled against your skin before propping his chin against your sternum so he could look at you. You returned the glance and threaded your fingers through his hair, smiling gently down at him.

“It’ll be our little secret.”

“Y/n…”

You ignored it, burying your face deeper into the pillow so you wouldn’t have to acknowledge whoever was trying to wake you up from your slumber.

“Y/n…” The voice came louder this time and a kiss on your shoulder followed it. “C’mon baby, gotta get up or we’ll miss the sun.”

“Go away.” You groaned, turning your head in the opposite direction from the voice. This only elicited a chuckle from Harry before he pinched your ass hard, making your entire body jump as you woke up properly from the pain. “Harry!”

Looking at him with annoyance, he only returned it with amusement. He was still scantily clad, only wearing a pair of underwear and kneeling beside you on the bed.

“If you’re good, you don’t get pinched. Simple.” He shrugged, smiling as he pressed his hand beside your head so he could lean down to kiss you.

“Don’t!” you pressed your hand to his mouth, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. That’s gross.”

“You think I care about morning breath?” He raised a brow and pushed your hand away, threading your fingers so he could press your hand to the bed. He leaned in closer, ghosting his mouth against your jaw to make that familiar shiver shoot up your spine. “I don’t. If I can kiss you after you’ve had my cock in y’mouth then I can kiss you now. So will you let me kiss you good morning?”

Ugh. You loved his filthy mouth. He never failed to make you all warm and gooey inside when he uttered the filthiest words like it was nothing.

“Just one.” You gave in, using your free hand to grab the curls on the side of his face to guide his mouth to yours.

Harry moaned into your mouth, smiling as he kissed you deeply for a moment before pecking your lips. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” You smiled, trying to pull him on top of you by curling your leg around his hip.

“No.” He laughed, pulling back and ignoring your pout. “I know what you’re doing” he waved his finger at you as he backed up off the bed. “Get dressed, y/n. We don’t want to miss the sun.” He was already walking into his walk-in robe before you could object.

You laid there for a moment before groaning and rolling out of his comfy bed. After brushing your teeth and having a quick shower, you got dressed then the two of you ventured downstairs to his garage.

Harry showed you the bike briefly last night before you went to bed. You knew nothing about it except the fact that it was vintage, a Harley and that seeing Harry get on the thing was one of the sexiest things you had ever seen.

You knew he’d tell you all about the details soon enough, but he was more focused on getting you on it as soon as possible so you two wouldn’t miss the sunrise. He wanted to take you to a specific spot near the beach with the ‘most beautiful view’ as he called it.

You loved the beach and a good sunrise, but after the amount of sex you two had yesterday, all you wanted to do was sleep in a little and maybe snag a cuddle before you had to leave. Even though Darcy loved a late morning, you couldn’t really assume that she’d be home later.

The plan was to go for a ride, grab some breakfast then get back so you could head home.

Harry only had one motorcycle jacket so he opted to give that to you, practically forcing you to wear it and zip it up despite your protest since he wasn’t wearing one himself.

“It’s so you’re safe, baby.” He tutted, adjusting the zipper near your neck.

“Yeah but you’re not wearing one. You need to be safe too.” You stressed, crossing your arms.

“Are you worried for me?” He smirked, wrapping his palm around the front of your neck. Your mouth parted at the feeling and you pushed against his touch, trying to get him closer to you.

“No.” You denied.

“Liar.” He laughed. “Now stop worrying.” He pecked you quickly before letting you go.

The way he pecked your mouth like it was normal killed you. After that whole love situation yesterday, things were a little different. You couldn’t really explain how, but you felt different.

Harry kissing you like that was normal. You two could barely keep your hands off each other especially when you had a whole weekend where Darcy was gone, but for some reason, it felt like there was more behind those little touches now.

What he said yesterday about caring for you as a friend… it felt a bit strange. The way he acted and the way he got so worked up about you talking about your usual routine gave you the impression that he was hurt. Like he was almost insulted that you spoke about this like it was nothing more than physical.

But it was nothing more and there never could be. Your feelings about it could never change the reality, nor could it make you foolish enough to believe that Harry wanted more either. This was just fun and that’s all.

Still, the whole thing was unnerving and you had this tightness in your chest that told you your little bubble was going to pop soon. You hated that feeling.

Harry turned to grab a helmet from a shelf on the wall behind him before coming back to you. “I’ve got a helmet and so do you. See?” He put the helmet on your head and then flicked the face shield up so he could see your eyes.

“Hmm” you hummed, unconvinced until you watched him put his own helmet on before getting on the bike. You both wore jeans for leg protection despite the warm weather, but he was only wearing a t-shirt on top that just hugged his back in ugh, the most perfect way possible.

“Get on, baby. Let me take you for a ride.” Harry mused, patting the spot behind him.

You held onto his shoulders for balance and swung your leg over the bike to settle behind him. “I’m nervous. Are you sure you know how to ride this thing?”

“Yes.” He laughed, grabbing one of your hands and pulling it around his waist. “Now hold on tight, okay? And when I lean, you lean. It’s as simple as that.”

“Okay…” you sounded sceptical but wrapped your arms around his waist and held on tight nonetheless.

“Put your feet up, too. Don't put them down.”

You did as instructed, holding him once he started moving the bike forward with his feet to get the ignition started.

“Don’t be nervous, mama. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

Mama. If you weren’t already rolling slowly out of his driveway you would’ve pulled him off and gotten on your knees for him.

“I trust you.” You squeezed his body, resting the side of your helmet to his back.

The bike roared to life and you were suddenly moving very fast. At least that’s what it felt like, but realistically you weren’t moving too much faster than the local speed limit.

“Remember to hold on.” He called over his shoulder as he sped up faster to exit the quiet street. You called back an ‘okay’ and squealed as he turned a corner and you felt your entire body lean in that same direction.

It felt like your body was flying with the wind. The sky was still dark, but getting lighter the closer you got to your destination and the cool breeze tickled the little bits of skin you had showing. You quite liked the adrenaline pumping through your veins, both from the rush of the bike and doing this with Harry.

“Go faster.” You called, fisting his t-shirt at the front of his stomach.

“Faster?”

“Yes!”

“Alright.” He laughed at your enthusiasm and accelerated smoothly, easily going far above the legal limit until you felt your stomach do a flip. You squeezed his midsection, leaning your body side to side when Harry decided to take advantage of the empty road and show off his control of the bike.

It was fucking attractive, you couldn’t lie. Harry’s body was so firm and hard against you and witnessing him being able to ride the bike so well was a real turn-on. Maybe you had a mask kink or something because even just the sight of his helmet with his body was seductive.

It didn’t help that the bike was purring beneath you. There was no way you could let him anywhere near your pussy today because you were thoroughly ruined after yesterday, but you couldn’t deny that the low vibrations felt good. They did.

“You good?” He called, checking on you. You yelled back a ‘yeah’ and looked out to the road, just enjoying the entire experience.

There was no one on the road at this early hour, especially on a Sunday when the majority of the people living in Harry’s wealthy area were asleep or off doing a morning workout somewhere else. Lights were green the entire way and with an empty road, Harry was able to make it to the lookout in under ten minutes.

He came to a smooth stop in a car spot and was quick to get himself and you off the bike. He grabbed both helmets and put them in an oversized tote bag he had stowed away in the storage compartment. Then, with an eager grab of your hand, he led you down a little wooden path with his tote on his shoulder until you reached the lookout.

“Oh my god.” You gasped a little, pulling Harry along this time to get closer to the top of the hill and get a better view. It was breathtaking.

The lookout wasn’t particularly dangerous or high up, but it was on the top of a hill that overlooked the beach, providing the perfect view of the horizon and the entire shoreline. You seemed to make perfect timing too, because the sun was just starting to peak above the horizon.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it? I’m surprised you haven't been here.”

“I didn’t even know it existed.” You scanned the entire shoreline, a little starstruck by the beauty. This was definitely worth the early wake-up.

“C’mon.” Harry nudged, smiling at your reaction before plopping himself down on the grass. He patted the spot between his spread legs and you were quick to settle there, resting your back to his chest while he wrapped his arms around you.

It all felt so normal. From the moment you started sleeping together, it felt normal. Things changed and progressed, yeah, going from something more angrily fuelled to spending genuine time together and getting to know each other in a different way than before, but it felt natural and comfortable the entire time.

You were as comfortable when he was spitting on you as right now, just sitting with him watching a sunrise in complete silence. Never in your dating life had you ever felt like that with someone. But you couldn’t delude yourself and ignore the problems attached to you two being together even just like this.

They played on your mind 24/7.

“Was this worth the early wake-up?” Harry mused, resting his chin on your shoulder. You smiled and nodded.

“Definitely.” Feeling his lips brush against your cheek, you turned your head to look at him. “But I still need coffee and food.”

He laughed and nodded, cupping your jaw to kiss you properly. “Should we go then?” He spoke between kisses, holding you close so you wouldn’t pull away from him. Harry swore your kisses breathed life into him, like a cure to some invisible undiagnosed disease. “I know a good bakery near here. They do breakfast bagels.”

“Done.”

After a relaxing breakfast, the two of you decided to head back to Harry’s. You weren’t in a particular rush, but you both seemed to have Darcy on your minds and you would’ve liked to snag a bit more private time in the comfort of his house. You couldn’t exactly sit in the bakery and kiss or act too intimate when anyone could recognise you two.

“So how was your first official ride?” Harry smiled, getting off the bike after he parked it in the garage before grabbing your helmet to hang it up on a wall rack.

“Well, I didn’t die so that was great.”

He was already back in front of you before you could get off the bike, a hand on either side of you so you were trapped there and unable to get off without kneeing him or falling in the process.

“I’d never let you die. You’re too pretty for that.” He grinned, making you roll your eyes and shove him back a little. “Heyy. That’s not very nice.”

“Whatever. Now are you going to let me off?” You raised a brow, but he didn’t make any attempt to move.

“No.” He grabbed onto your chin, his fingers uncomfortably digging into your jaw. “Not until you apologise for your bratty attitude.”

“I’m sorry” you whispered, creeping your fingers along the hem of his t-shirt. “Forgive me?”

Those fucking doe eyes of yours killed him. He knew you weren’t really sorry, but he also wasn’t really offended by your attitude. It was one of the things he loved about you, actually. Though he also loved punishing you for it.

Balance.

“If only we had time…” He sighed to himself, releasing your chin to rest his hand on the bike again.

“Yeah? What would you do? Spank me?” you cocked your head, smiling teasingly. It was a smile he returned, leaning in closer as he spoke.

“Oh, you bet your ass I’d spank you.”

“Yeah, well-”

“Y/n?” Darcy’s voice made you both jump and Harry took a quick step back from his bike. Oh fuck.

How the hell were you going to explain this?

“Darcy! How was your weekend, dove? Do you feel relaxed?” He approached her quickly while you got off his bike and took off his jacket, hopefully distracting her from the near miss of him about to kiss you.

Anxiety was rising quickly into your throat. It had never been this close. There were near misses, maybe a moment where things finished up right before she entered the room, but never, never had she unexpectedly come home when you weren’t meant to be there.

How were you going to explain why you were here in the first place when you knew she’d be away? What was the reason? And on his bike wearing his jacket?

Harry taking you on a ride wasn’t normal behaviour and you knew she’d be suspicious. God and you couldn’t lie! She always knew. Darcy had a bullshit detector built into her brain.

“Yeah… relaxed… sure.” Her words weren’t convincing and even when Harry drew her into a hug she was still eyeing you over his shoulder. “What are you doing here… and on his bike?”

Jesus Christ. You were fucked.

“Oh… Um” you couldn’t come up with anything. Anything. It was like your brain malfunctioned at that evil glint in her eyes. She was suspicious and you knew it.

“She knew you were coming home today and wanted to see you. I had to show her the bike, Darce. Y’know how proud I am of the damn thing.”

Harry lied so smoothly it almost scared you. There was no hint of hesitation or waver and for the first time in your life, you actually saw a part of Darcy in him. She was an excellent liar and manipulator, but you had never seen Harry do anything similar.

“Doesn’t explain why she was on it.” She scowled, crossing her arms while looking at you. “Well?”

“I wanted a ride” You blurted out, trying to go along the lie naturally even though you knew you were failing miserably. “I’ve never been on one and I wasn’t sure what time you’d be back. Harry offered a quick one and I couldn’t help myself. You know how badly I’ve wanted to ride one.”

Harry could think of something else you badly wanted to ride but he was more focused on trying to sate Darcy. She was determined and he knew if she suspected anything she wouldn’t rest until she figured out what was going on.

There was another problem though. A major fucking problem that Harry was more concerned about than your terrible lying ability.

Your overnight bag was in Harry’s room and your clothes were littered around the room along with his. Neither of you cleaned last night after round two and didn’t bother after the shower and round three. You were lucky enough to have cleaned up the dining room and lounge room of any evidence, but you both thought that she wouldn’t be home for a good couple of hours.

Darcy didn’t really go into Harry’s room regularly. She might go in to say goodnight or if she wanted to steal a shirt or something else of his but his door was left open and you could see into it from the hallway. If Darcy went to her room for any reason she’d be able to see your clothes on his bed without any effort.

And she knew your clothes. The two of you had shared and swapped clothes enough for her to recognise something of yours. And even if she didn’t, she’d know a woman had been in Harry’s bed and that wouldn’t have gone down any smoother.

“Fine.” She huffed, not believing you but not pressing it any further. Thank fucking god. “It’s fucking weird, but fine.”

“It’s not weird dove, I’ve offered you a ride plenty of times and you always decline.” Harry soothed, grabbing her overnight bag and gently touching her shoulder.

“Yeah, because you’re too old for a bike, that’s why.” She snapped.

“Alright.” Harry chuckled, ignoring the insult. “How about you two head into the kitchen and I’ll make some mimosas, hmm? I’ll bring this upstairs for you and you can unpack later. Y/n, you going to stay for a while?” He gave you a knowing glance, eyes widened just a touch to tell you to agree.

For once, you didn’t want to stay. You smelt like his body wash and still had remnants of his cum inside you from last night. Usually, that wasn’t a problem. It was a reminder of what he did to you and you loved that. But after his comments yesterday and the near miss, you felt so awkward.

It was deserved for you to feel uncomfortable, you knew that. But that didn’t make it any easier.

“Sure. I can’t stay long but I want to hear all about your weekend. I’ve never been to Soho before.” You smiled, trying to appear natural as Harry slid past you to hurry into the house. He was on a mission and the moment he was out of sight he all but ran upstairs to his bedroom to quickly fix the mess.

“Okay, seriously y/n. What the fuck?” Darcy snapped once Harry was out of earshot. Your eyes widened and your heart started hammering in your chest.

“What?”

“A ride with my dad? Do you not think that’s fucking weird? It’s like Darren inviting me on his jetski without you. Like would you not be weirded out?”

Your dad was an avid kayaker, surfer and any other sport or activity that involved the water. His jetski was a present he gifted himself for his 40th birthday and something he was very very proud of. Like Harry, he was borderline obsessed with the thing and forced everyone down to the shore the moment the sun shone a little warm so he could use it.

If Dad took her out for a ride, you honestly wouldn’t have questioned it. He was close to Darcy and with the way Darcy had an open invite to your home, you wouldn’t have thought anything ill about it because you trusted her and you trusted him.

But you knew it was really the position she found you in that she was talking about, not the motorbike. If you found your dad and her stood that close and flirting, you’d have the shock of your fucking life.

“Uhm…”

“Yeah, exactly.” She didn’t even let you finish your sentence before she sighed heavily, flashing a warning glance. “Just- seriously, don’t do it again. Okay? I don’t need you feeding into his midlife crisis.”

“Yeah, of course. Absolutely. I wasn’t trying to do anything, Darce. You know me.”

If only she knew the truth. You were nothing but a dirty liar.

“Yeah, I know.” She smiled a little, but you could see the suspicion and doubt in her eyes. “Come on. He better have those fucking mimosas ready. I come home and he’s already ruined my peace, the asshole.”

It twisted your insides to hear her talk about him like that, but you said nothing.

The next few weeks were a struggle. Darcy was so uptight after the garage incident and even though she tried to cover it up, you could see through it. She was a master manipulator, but by now you saw through all her games and you could tell she was still iffy about what she walked in on.

Between her trust issues and slight psychotic tendencies, once she saw a hint of betrayal or red flag she followed the threads of evidence and dwelled on it until she proved her suspicions right. So it was best that you stayed far away from Harry until things cooled off.

You and Harry both agreed that there’d be no hookups or anything at his house, even when you two knew she’d be gone overnight. Car quickies were the only thing you allowed yourself, but even then you barely managed to snag one night a week together and when you did, you were so damn anxious about it all.

You couldn’t help but start to develop second thoughts about Harry. For the first time in your ‘relationship’ you were seriously considering ending things. You weren’t sure why that near miss over all the others seemed to infect your mind, but seeing Darcy’s reaction to it all seemed to knock some sense into you. Or rather, knock regret into you.

All this sneaking around was fun when it was just sex, but you knew by now that you were so far gone for him it wasn’t even funny. It wasn’t fun when your time apart from Harry only made you miss him and long for him deep in your heart and mind instead of your vagina.

In the beginning, you were there for stress relief and he was there to scratch your itch, but you couldn’t see yourself being able to do that anymore when you felt so strongly towards him. At least, you couldn’t see yourself doing that without getting hurt in the process.

Harry would pick Darcy over you and you knew it. Even though his behaviour switched on the smallest beacon of hope that this was more than just physical to him, you knew that Darcy was his number one priority and he would never allow himself to get emotionally involved with someone that would hurt her.

It was kind of funny how he’d sleep with someone who would hurt her, but you knew he’d never let it get further. How could he? She was his daughter. All you were was a convenient sidepiece willing to open her damn legs whenever he wanted.

He didn’t do this arrangement to hurt you and you knew that. Harry was far too kind to do anything with malicious intent. This whole arrangement started by accident and you never intended for it to continue as long as it had. But you knew what he wanted out of this and when it had to end. And you felt like it had to end before there was another near miss and your heart and Darcy’s heart were crushed to a million pieces.

So when a mutual friend of your parents and Harry’s hosted a big BBQ on a warm sunny day, you decided that was the day you’d end it. You couldn’t lie, coming to the decision to actually end things was one of the hardest things you had ever done. You spent days and days trying to convince yourself that you could still make it work, but time and time again you ended up crying because you knew your clutches at false hope were nothing more than delusion.

And you didn’t want to hold onto something that wasn’t real.

It was neutral territory; a happy picture-perfect afternoon with kids running around and fold-out tables full of different pasta salads and meat dishes, a pot-luck of collected efforts from everyone in attendance. You were a little buzzed, as was Darcy and you were playing your pretend game of being a version of yourself that never kissed Harry or started this whole thing to begin with.

It was working quite well actually. You didn’t plan on ending things until people were starting to leave and you could make a quick exit with your family after pulling him aside. So for now, you were having a grand time and had successfully avoided speaking to Harry aside from a quick hello at the beginning of the event.

“Oh my god, s-stopp” You hit Darcy’s arm, erupting in a fit of giggles at the lude comment she made about one of the dads in attendance. Everything was funnier when you were tipsy.

“It’s true! Seriously, it’s like all I can see is cock and ba-oh hey Maggie” Darcy was quick to switch to her classic sweet-as-sugar voice as one of the younger mums approached you two with an apologetic look, a baby on her hip and a three-year-old covered in cake by her feet.

“I’m so sorry to do this but would one of you mind taking Sky? Just for five minutes while I change Sam.” She looked down at her three-year-old, pointing out the happy child who was licking cake off his dirty hands.

“I’ll take her.” You laughed, passing Darcy your drink before holding your hands out for Sky.

“Oh my god, thank you so much!” Maggie beamed, passing you her adorable daughter. “Five minutes, y/n. Five minutes I promise!”

“Take your time, honestly.” You were quick to adjust Sky on your hip, happy to hold such an adorable little human. “She’s so cute anyway, you’ll be lucky to get her back.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Maggie was a sweetheart but a huge stress head and you knew she felt guilty even asking you to hold Sky for a bit. She was off a moment later, pulling Sam through the people to get to the nearest bathroom.

“I’m glad you agreed to that, I hate babies.” Darcy snorted, skulling her drink then yours. You laughed and rolled your eyes, looking down at Sky’s adorable chubby cheeks and toothless smile. Her hands were already all in your hair, tugging at it and bringing it to her mouth. “Gross.”

“How can you say that!? She’s so cute.” You bopped her up and down a little, “Aren’t you Sky? Aren’t you just the cutest baby ever?”

“Okay, she's kind of cute. Kind of”

“See”

Across the room, Harry was barely able to listen to anything being said in the small circle of people he was standing with. He was too focused on you with the cutest fucking baby he had ever seen in your arms. Skylar was one of those chubby-cheeked, happy, giggly babies that could bring fairies to life with just the sound of her laugh and Harry was enamoured.

More precisely, he was enamoured with you. The sight of you with a baby in your arms seemed to cement all the back-and-forth internal turmoil he had been facing the past couple of weeks. He had been going stir-crazy since Darcy interrupted you two with half of him trying to think logically about it all and the other wanting to say a big ‘fuck it’ and go after what he really wanted. You.

Harry found himself looking out the window at any car sound to see if it was you pulling up and obsessively turning his phone on and off like the next time his screen turned on there’d magically be a text from you asking to meet up. He could tell you were spooked because you were keeping your distance in all ways. It spooked him too and even though he agreed that you two had to take a step back and stop being so risky, he didn’t expect it to be like this.

It was like his entire body was missing you, all the way to his fingernails and the hair on his head. He was aching for you and it wasn’t just the sex. On those few nights in his car, you two barely lasted five minutes before the sex was over because you were just that tightly wounded and desperate for each other. Then when that was over, you were shoving your clothes on and running back to your house in fear that Darcy would be hiding behind a bush.

He wanted more time with you, yes, but it wasn’t just because he wanted to spend longer with you naked. He missed you, in every goddamn way.

Harry had been trying to push the feelings away, to bring himself back to Earth and remind himself of the reality of your situation, of his damn daughter who would be destroyed if this relationship ever went public. But feeling you pull away and distance yourself from him hurt him so badly he could barely breathe.

Those five minutes in his car were the closest thing he felt to oxygen for weeks and he knew that he’d die if it ever happened again. He realised that he just simply couldn’t live without you and seeing you hold that smiling little baby cemented that for him. This wasn’t just an illicit affair or a temporary blip on his dating timeline. This was it for him. You were it for him.

He saw a genuine future with you. A bigger family, potentially another kid or two. He saw you moving into his house or you two even getting a new place for a fresh start. You could build your own life together without the remnants of his bitter divorce infecting your happiness.

He wanted another chance of love, of happiness and he knew in his mind, body and soul that you were that chance. Though he loved Darcy and he understood the consequences that would come from going down this path, he also realised that he was an adult and so were you, as was Darcy. She’d see it as a betrayal, he knew she would, but at the end of the day, he hoped his daughter would see that you made him happy.

After everything that happened with Georgia, Harry deserved happiness. He just hoped you wanted the same thing.

Harry waited until you were alone to approach you. You had been keeping your distance from him and he could tell, but it wasn’t wrong for you two to speak so he had no issue talking to you in a public space.

“Hi.”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, nearly dropping your fork in the process of turning around from the dessert table. “Hi, Harry. Uhm, how are you?”

“I’m good, love. It’s a nice turnout, isn’t it?”

It was at that moment that you realised there was no way you could break things off with him at this barbeque. You were so confident in your speech and how you'd go about it, but now that he was in front of you, just the thought of it was getting stuck in your brain and making you tongue tied.

And seeing him… you felt like you owed him more than a rushed breakup with no explanation.

“Yeah, it's a perfect day for it.”

“Mmh.” He agreed. “Hey, are you okay? Things have been so weird since that whole Darcy thing. Wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You nodded. “I’m fine.” You weren’t.

You didn’t want to say any more about it, but Harry always managed to coax the truth out of you. All it took was a little cock of his head and a ‘really?’ expression on his face and you were saying more than you should’ve. You couldn’t help it. Logically, breaking things off with him was the best course of action, but that didn’t mean you wanted to or that he still didn’t have a magnetic hold over you.

“Just anxious about it all. It was a… I dunno.” You shrugged, looking down at your plate. “A wake-up call I guess.”

“What sort of wake-up call?” His brows furrowed. He didn’t like the ambiguity of that statement.

“I don’t know.” You didn’t want to say it and you regretted saying something so indicative of the end when you didn’t want to end things here, in a barbeque with all your friends and family.

“Y/n… are you, are you saying you’re unsure about us?” He swallowed uneasily, praying that it wasn’t the case.

“Harry there isn’t an us to be unsure about. There is just you and me being stupid. I just…”

Harry’s chest was crumbling inward and he had to physically rub his heart in a bid to stop the prickle of hurt from breaking it apart. ‘Just you and him being stupid’? That’s all you thought this was?

“You what?”

“I don’t want to talk about this here.”

“Then when?” He pressed, “You’ve started a big conversation, y/n.”

“I don’t know.”

He officially hated that statement and could feel the prickle of hurt morph into frustration.

“Don’t-” he stopped himself, inhaling a deep breath to stop himself from showing that frustration. “Can we talk tonight?”

“Maybe? I don’t know.”

You didn’t know what to say. You felt totally exposed speaking to Harry like this in the middle of a barbeque and with every exchange between you it felt like more and more people were watching. Realistically, no one cared that you two were speaking, but you were getting so anxious and nervous about the situation that you couldn’t even think about what he was saying to you.

You could see him get more and more frustrated too and you got that, but you were struggling to calm yourself down and think and there was just nothing you could do about it.

“You don’t know? Okay, fine. You don’t know. You can find me when you do know.” He threw the words at you and before you could try and fix it he was already turning around and walking away from you.

“Harry.” You tried to capture his attention quietly, careful not to draw too much outside attention to yourself but he just ignored it and kept walking into the house. Fuck.

This was all your fault. You never should’ve said anything to him. Not here. Not now. And now he was off upset at you and you were so damn worked up if someone even looked at you funny you’d cried.

Dropping your paper plate into the bin beside the table, you quickly walked inside after him. This wasn't what you wanted at all and you had to explain how you were feeling properly. It was clear you couldn’t do that at another time, not when he was already upset. You just hoped that the quiet of the house would help you actually think and not get so worked up.

By the time you got inside you managed to catch the last second of him disappearing into the living room. The house was empty and you could feel the immediate ease of pressure just from escaping the eyes and people from outside. It was an instant calm compared to how you just felt and you were already feeling better about approaching Harry.

You found him sitting in one of the large comfy chairs, head in his hands as he stared at the floor between his feet. He didn’t seem too upset, rather just in deep thought.

“Harry?” You spoke quietly, remaining in the doorway.

His head snapped to you and all you could see was regret laced in his eyes. The moment he saw you he was standing and stalking towards you, eyes focused right on yours.

“Harry, what are you-” you never finished the sentence because Harry was already shutting the door behind you and cradling your face in his hands before you could say anything else. His mouth came crashing down on yours, kissing you with so much raw passion and emotion your entire body was on fire from that simple touch.

Your hands found his linen shirt, fisting it as he nudged you against the wall so you wouldn’t part from him. He felt immediate regret for walking away like that and wanted-no, needed to promise himself and you that he’d never do it again.

“I’m sorry.” He gasped, kissing you again like he needed it to breathe before he could say anything else. “I shouldn’t have walked away. I’m sorry. It was immature and I should’ve handled it better.” He kissed you again, breaking it so he could rest his forehead against yours.

“No. I’m sorry. I should’ve explained. I shouldn’t have said those things without explaining. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed, y/n. I shouldn’t have left. I never want to walk away from you again. Ever.” He kissed you again and this time he let his whole body push against yours while his hands crept to your hips and your waist, feeling your body like he was trying to memorise it.

“Harry…” You sighed, the word coming out in a borderline moan when he tipped your chin back and ghosted his mouth along your jaw.

“Please. Let me say sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

Your body betrayed you. It always did. You came in here wanting to talk things out and end things with him for real, to explain why you felt like you had to do it. And now? Now you were letting him drag you to the couch. You were letting him tug your dress up and pull your underwear to the side, sliding his fingers against your clit until you were nice and ready for him.

He was inside you before you knew it with a hand around your throat, his mouth gaped and brushed against yours like your lips needed to touch the entire time. You shouldn’t have done it, not when there was so much to be said but at the end of the day you were so fucking whipped for him you would’ve done anything.

You were treating this like it was your goodbye. The last time you’d ever feel his touch on your body.

“Seeing you hold that fucking baby made me so crazy, mama. Couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop thinking about you being all full and swollen with my baby. With my come.”

Oh Jesus. You could’ve come then and there with those words alone.

“Want it…” you breathed, “Want it so bad.”

“Yeah?” he smirked. “Know you do. You’d take it so well, too. Wouldn’t you sweetheart? You’d let me fuck my come into you over and over again, even when you’ve already got our baby inside you, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes… yes.” You ground your hips faster, giving it your all and even more so it was the best goddamn sex Harry ever had.

“Fuck, y/n. Fuck. Doing so good. Doing so fucking good f’me.”

He gained a solid grip on your hair right at your scalp so he could keep your face aligned with his. He needed to see you, to keep that eye contact while his mind went dizzy with pleasure. It was all too much for him. His emotions were getting the better of him and you were riding him so perfectly it was like his brain had turned to mush.

“I…” The words got caught in his throat and he swallowed thickly to try and rehydrate it. “I think I’m in love with you.”

And with that, the ecstasy washed away like a tsunami, dragging you under until your body filled with water and got dragged to the bottom of the sea floor.

You immediately stopped, feeling your ears ring like you couldn’t believe what they had just heard. He couldn’t. No. He couldn’t be. He shouldn’t.

“What?” You gasped, eyes wide and hands grabbing tight on his shoulders so you wouldn’t lose your balance or pass out.

“I’m in love with you. I know it.” He whispered, searching your eyes while cradling your body against his.

“No.” You shook your head, quick to climb off him on wobbly knees. “You aren’t. You can’t be.”

“I am.” He stressed, standing up while tucking himself back into his pants. The moment was gone now. Harry didn’t plan for it to happen, but all his words of putting a baby in you and the sight of you rocking his goddamn world made it slip out like second nature. “I am. I am so fucking in love with you, it hurts.”

“Stop!” you snapped, whipping around to face him. “You don’t know what that means, Harry. That-that makes it real. That makes this real and it can’t be. You know it can’t be!”

“It can be. It can be because I love you and because I know this is the real fucking thing. I know that you’re my future, my world, my second chance at happiness.” He stepped towards you, your heart pounding heavier and louder with every word, every step, every action that made that beacon of hope inside you flicker and grow brighter. “I've known for a long time that I simply cannot imagine a world without you y/n. Your smile, your laugh, your heart of pure gold. All of it. I want all of it because I want you. I. want. you.”

“Harry…”

“Don’t tell me I haven't thought about the consequences because I have. I've spent days thinking of every outcome and trying to convince myself to go in the other direction because I know what will happen. My friends, your parents, Darcy… none of them will take it well and I know that.”

“So why? Why do this, why say all of this when you know it’ll just end in heartbreak?” You could feel yourself start to choke up and you could barely look at him anymore. “I don’t want to hurt people Harry.”

But he didn’t let you look away for too long, because he was quickly tilting your chin back in his direction so he could meet your eyes.

“And I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t call you mine. Where I can't hold you or kiss you in public, where I can't introduce you as my partner, my equal. No one will take it well but that doesn’t mean they can’t learn to accept us.”

“I’m not worth it Harry. None of this-it won’t be easy.”

“I don’t care. You’re worth it to me.”

You couldn’t say anything. You couldn’t even breathe let alone thing or utter a word. It was like your brain had malfunctioned due to shock and the unfathomable situation you were in. Never in a million years did you think this affair would bring you to a moment like this.

To think only hours ago you had decided to end things with him.

“Tell me you don’t love me,” Harry spoke again, hands on your jaw while he looked at you so deeply, so affectionately it only made your tears stream faster down your cheeks.

You couldn’t. If you did it would be the biggest lie of all, your biggest regret and something you could never take back.

“I…”

“Tell me you don’t love me.” He repeated, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He was begging this time because he knew you couldn’t. He knew that this wasn’t one-sided.

“I can’t.” You whispered. “I can’t.”

Harry’s eyes lit up at your reply and it was like a million fairies had blessed him with the only thing he truly wanted in life. You.

He swooped in, clasping your lips in a tentative and soft, almost fragile kiss. It seemed to hold onto every single emotion you two felt towards each other and every moment where you knew this was something more.

“Say it. Please.” He begged, “I need to hear it.”

“I love you.”

The words felt foreign on your tongue, but at the same time so goddamn natural you wanted to yell it from the rooftops. After months of feeling this way, months of keeping it to yourself without a single other soul in the universe knowing, it was finally out.

“Again.” He smiled, kissing you while pushing your hair back from your face. You couldn’t help but smile in return.

“I love you.”

“Again.” He prompted, kissing you deeper, harder. His hands made their way to your waist, holding you close as he slowly started walking backwards towards the couch again. You could already feel the rise in tension, that spark you two had reigniting so you could continue what got interrupted.

“I love you.”

“Again.” He fell back onto the couch, pulling you to straddle his hips like you were not that long ago. You thread your fingers in his hair, biting your lip through a smile before brushing your lips against his.

“I. love. you.”

All those doubts and worries you had, the guilt and second guesses seemed to wash away the moment he uttered those words back to you. Neither of you were naive to the situation, or the fact that outside the living room door was the very group of people whose relationships you may never mend once this got out, but it didn’t matter.

None of it mattered now because it was real. It was worth the risk and worth the heartache bound to come from it because you knew that it was no longer an illicit affair. It was love.

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Maverick | 1. Free Bird

"Are you gonna stand there fucking gaping at me all day or are you gonna sit the fuck down?"

The first words Harry Styles has ever spoken to me, and already, I want to stick my foot so far down his throat that it pops out of his ass.

With a deep breath through gritted teeth, I step further into his office, fingernails pressing crescent-shaped indents into my palm as I move for the chairs just in front of his desk.

He regards me carefully, leering eyes traveling up my silhouette. Slowly. Purposefully. Watching each step I take with a slight air of disdain and faint amusement. He wants me to see what he thinks of me. Wants me to know I'm being judged on more than my resume.

Once I'm sat, he takes a moment to get comfortable, leaning back in his seat before propping an elbow up. He rests his temple against two fingers before nodding his chin at me, instructing me to begin.

So, I do. "My name is Aspen Avery, and I just wanna start by thanking you for taking the time to meet with—"

"Yeah, all right. I'm gonna stop you right there," he interjects, hand already raising as my speech comes to a screeching halt. "I don't hire kiss-asses. And chances are, if you're a kiss-ass, you're probably also a pussy. And I don't hire pussies, either. Eat them, but don't hire them."

My jaw clamps shut, eyes falling into disdainful slits as I lean back.

"So, if all you came to do is stick your nose up my ass...then don't waste my time." His arm drops. "Either try again or get the fuck out."

The large office falls silent, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock just to my right. I hadn't much time to survey the space before he was demanding I sit down and get the interview over with, but from what I can see...the man has absolutely no taste.

He waits, seemingly impatient, for me to make my decision. I can tell by the expression he's screwed onto his face that he's attempting to intimidate me. Persuade me to turn around and walk away. To pretend this day never happened.

And God would I love to.

In fact, I could. I could leave right now and apply for some menial position at a Starbucks. I could leave Harry and his arrogance behind. I could actually wake up every day and enjoy what I do.

Or...I could play his game.

There's a reason I want this job. There's a reason I'd be good at this job. Why should I sacrifice that just because some asshole in an overpriced tie makes pussy-eating jokes?

Guys like this only speak one language: narcissism. They've got their cocks down the throat of everyone around them (metaphorically, and I'm sure, of course, literally). They spend every day hearing how fucking wonderful and innovative they are, so why wouldn't they think it's true?

But after a while, you realize that what they want more than submission...is dominance.

They don't want someone on their knees. They want someone to put them on their knees. They want a challenge. They wanna be told what to do. They wanna be taken care of.

And if Harry Styles wants to be put on his knees so badly...who am I to say no?

So, I stand quickly, and I can see the slight roll of his eyes as he scoffs. He's not at all surprised. Even looks pretty proud of himself for having anticipated my defeat, already turning his attention elsewhere.

...until I slam my hands down onto his desk.

He doesn't jump like I was half hoping he would, instead raising an eyebrow as he looks up and gives me a once-over.

"All right," I murmur as I lean forward, head cocking to the side. "How about this? You're gonna hire me whether I stick my nose up your tight ass or not. Because you're desperate. Nobody else wants this job, nobody else can even do this job, and lucky for you...I'm the only one fucking qualified for it."

For a moment, he merely blinks at me, as if unwilling to give me any other reaction.

And that's perfectly fine with me. His dipshit expression tells me everything I need to know. "So, either try again and agree to raise my salary to twice what you were offering...or get fucked."

Now, he smirks. Smugly and rather condescendingly as he hums to himself and crosses his arms.

He mulls my proposition over as I finally push off his desk and straighten up, returning his amusement with a flat look of my own.

Then, he leans forward. "Would you fuck my secretary?"

I blink. "What?"

"My secretary." He nods at the door. "Would you fuck her?"

"I...I don't see what that has to do with—"

"The majority of people I do business with are interested in more than the logistics of the trade," he explains, shrugging once. "The people that work for me need to reflect that. If you don't walk into this office and want to fuck half the staff, then I'm doing something wrong."

You've got to be shitting me.

"So, I'll ask again." He places his forearms on the desk and meets my eye. "Would you fuck her?"

Asshole. "Yeah," I answer calmly. "I would."

He grins. "Good. Guess Macy gets to keep her job."

"Fantastic. Do you agree or not?"

He grows bored. Sighing as he reaches for a pen and begins to scribble something onto a pad of paper. "Do you understand what it is that I do?"

"Yes."

He looks up. "Do you understand what it is that I really do?"

Far too well. "Yes."

He snorts under his breath. "And you still think you're qualified?"

I take a step closer. "I think you'll take anyone you can get."

He sucks on his teeth for a moment before dropping the pen and shoving the paper across the desk toward me. "Take it or leave it."

I venture a glance down.

He's tripled the stipend.

Swallowing my awe, I clear my throat. "It's fine. For a start."

"Is it?" he hums as the corner of his mouth curls up. "You start tonight. Free Bird. 9 o'clock. Room 205."

Quickly working to mentally jot down each name and number, I nod before taking this as my cue to end the interview and leave.

"Oh, and don't wear that," he calls just as I reach the door.

I glance over my shoulder.

"Give Macy your measurements. She'll send over a more appropriate uniform," he continues before letting his eyes fall back down my outfit. "And don't ever wear that in my office again."

With that, he returns to his stack of papers, leaving my teeth to grit.

Prick.

"So, you got it?"

"Yes, Mom. I got it. But I'm not exactly sure—"

"Oh, honey, that's wonderful," comes the enthusiastic response from the other side of the phone. "Your father would be so proud of you. You know, I read somewhere that Harry's net worth is something like 15 billion dollars. Isn't that crazy? Oh, I can't imagine what I'd do with all that money—"

"Yeah. No, it's a lot," I agree quickly as I slip through the busy New York streets, wincing as I pass a particularly vile smell. "Listen, I just wanted to let you know. Okay, so you can stop emailing me all those LinkedIn ads, all right?"

I vaguely catch her chuckle. "All right. Oh, did you get to meet him? He was on Jimmy Fallon last week. He's quite handsome, don't you think? I mean, you know Tom Cruise is really more my speed, but for a billionaire and a bit of a recluse, Harry's not so—"

"No, actually," I interject. "No, I, uh...I didn't meet him. He doesn't meet with the mail staff. He just...signs the paychecks, I guess."

"Oh, that's too bad."

I sigh. "Yeah, it's a real shame. Listen, I've got a few errands to run but I just wanted to call and let you know."

"I appreciate that so much, honey. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Mom. I love you."

"Love you, too."

Once the call has ended, I slip my phone back into my pocket and continue down the street toward the subway.

The lie follows me all the way to Brooklyn. Eats away at the only good part of my past I have left.

But I can't tell her. It's much easier if she thinks all I am is someone in the mail room. Unimportant. Forgettable.

Good.

She'd be crushed if she knew what Maverick Incorporated really was. And she'd be even more disappointed in my involvement.

But I suppose that's a problem for another day. After all, I've made it this far without her knowing. What's a few more months?

Or...years?

It takes me twenty minutes to get inside my apartment complex. First, my key gets stuck in the lock (the hundred-year-old lock) to the building, leaving me trapped outside until somebody on the inside comes to let me in. Then, the elevator calls it quits around the second floor, forcing me to walk the rest of the remaining three sets of stairs as I struggle to breathe the entire way up.

And, finally, when I eventually do make it to my front door...I'm met with a box that brings my journey to a screeching halt.

A large, matte black, and very expensive looking box with a big red bow on the top.

Placed right on my doormat, with a note that reads:

Ms. Avery,

This is yours to keep so long as you burn your previous attire.

Mr. Styles

I scoff as I pocket the note and tuck the box under my arm. I want to be surprised by how quickly he managed to have this brought to me, and even more surprised by how quickly he found my address. But I knew what I was signing up for, and truth be told...I can't be surprised by him.

Or his sadistic need to make my life as despondent as possible.

Once I'm inside my apartment, I bring the box to my room and prepare for the excruciating task of pretending to like whatever's inside.

The moment I discard of the tissue paper, I feel my breath hitch.

It's...

Hideous.

Without a doubt, the most atrocious thing I've ever had the displeasure of looking at. There are way too many patterns, there's absolutely no need for all these layers, and why on Earth is it sparkly?

I know exactly where he got this dress. And I know exactly the kind of elegant, classy, and even sexy outfits they sell.

This? This is not one of them.

God, did he close his eyes, and just point to something? Or is this some sort of strange initiation?

He claimed he wanted the people around him to look fuck-able, well...this is far from that.

Pinching it between two fingers, I lift it from the box with a scrunched nose before tossing it on the mattress to get a better look.

Yup, still hideous.

But I suppose this counts as my uniform, and I'm not really in a position to complain. So, with gritted teeth, I begin to undress.

I'm five minutes early to the Free Bird that night. Shockingly, I don't feel as nervous as I thought I might. Instead, intrigued with what my new boss might be hiding behind those double doors just up ahead of me.

I've been here once before. It's a fine club, as long as you stay upstairs. The second floor, well...I suppose it's not really my place to say what goes on down there.

The bouncer ushers me in without so much as a glance at my ID. I decide to take that as a compliment as I weave my way through the hordes of people dancing, laughing, and drinking their responsibilities away.

Room 205 is on the second floor, and after a rather confusing conversation with a girl that has her head in one of the decorative plants, I manage to make out her directions and find my way.

It's much quieter down here than it is up there, something that feels both comforting and disturbing.

The hallways are nearly empty, with only two or three guests on the couches in the lobby. They nod at me as I pass, and I nod back before slipping around the corner to look for the correct room.

When I find it, I'm forced with my first decision of the night:

To knock or not to knock.

Harry doesn't strike me as the type I'd like to piss off more than once, but he also doesn't strike me as the type of guy to wait for anything.

He does, however, strike me as the type to make me overthink something as simple as knocking. A task he's already managed to succeed in doing.

But...that stops now.

I straighten up, take hold of the handle, and thrust the door open.

The first thing I see is someone's ass.

It takes me a moment to realize what exactly I'm looking at but when it finally cracks...I turn my head away, and stammer, "I'm...I'm sorry, I wasn't sure—"

The ass flips around until I can see the face attached. A cheerful, young (and very naked) girl grins at me before tossing some hair over her shoulder and sliding off of the lap she had been sitting on.

His lap.

Shit.

He's wearing his familiar scowl as he drops his hands from her hips and settles back against the couch to observe me. "You're late."

I reset my expression and meet his eye. "I'm one minute early, actually."

The frown deepens. "Which is late. I expect you here at least twenty minutes before you're scheduled."

Here we go. "Well, then, maybe you should have mentioned that earlier."

"Or maybe you should have just known," he corrects, tossing an arm over the back of the small sofa. "Perhaps you aren't the right fit after all—"

"Oh, give her a fucking break, mate," comes the retort of someone new.

Mr. Styles and I both look over to find a rather tall, handsome man pushing himself off the bed in the corner of the room. He strides toward us, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants and a smile as he nods his chin at me. "Ignore him. He's bitter."

"I'm not bitter," Harry hisses, glaring at the mysterious stranger. "All right, I have a fucking job to do, and I don't have time for this shit—"

"She's here, isn't she?" the man argues, cutting Harry's spiel short. Pleased, the stranger looks to me. "Zayn."

He sticks his hand between us, and a bit flustered, I take it, shaking it once. "Aspen."

He grins before letting his eyes travel down my figure. "Good god, what is that?" He immediately looks over his shoulder toward the sour man on the couch. "The fuck did you put her in?"

The girl beside Harry smirks as he leans forward, rolling his eyes. "What? It's a dress. And it's better than what she had on before."

Zayn turns on his heel and begins to walk around the sofa, fingers outstretching to retrieve the joint the blonde woman is now offering him. "Put her in something else."

Harry's eyes narrow. "Why?"

"Because they'll never trust her if she's dressed like that." He nods his chin at me before returning to the bed and taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. "Put her in something else."

"I don't have anything else," Harry grumbles, shooting an irritated look across the room at him. "Okay, it's fine. S'just a fucking dress, and I'm not paying her to look good—"

"Sugar, come here a second, would ya?" Zayn calls, attention now on the quiet girl over on the couch.

She stands, tits bouncing as she walks toward him, a shy smile on her face.

When she's reached the bed, Zayn smiles. "M'afraid I'm gonna need to borrow that little black dress you had on earlier. Is that all right?"

She nods quickly, already bending down to retrieve it from the floor. She hands it to him, and he immediately tosses it toward Harry.

"There," he says, brow raising as Harry scoffs under his breath and stands from the sofa.

Now, the attention returns to me.

Mr. Styles takes a lazy step closer, clearly uninterested in me and my clothes. Instead shoving the fabric in my general direction with a look of exasperation. "Put it on."

Struggling to wrap my head around what exactly I've walked into, I gingerly take the dress from his large hand, and glance over at Zayn.

He's pulling the woman onto his lap, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before his eyes trail over to me. He smirks. "It's okay, you can change here. S'not like we really have anything to hide."

For the first time, Harry makes a noise that resembles a laugh, and it's probably the happiest I've ever seen him.

He turns away from me as I begin to slip off my coat, but just before I can look away, I catch the intricate markings of a tattoo peeking out from the collar of his dress shirt. It seems to travel up his neck before disappearing into his hairline, and for just a moment, I wonder about its meaning.

Zayn and his...companion, continue their exploration of each other's mouths as Harry returns to the small, velvet sofa to light a cigarette.

Despite myself, I watch him hover the flame near the tip, his precision practiced and careful as the cigarette sits perched between his lips. Once it's lit, he flicks the lighter closed and inhales a deep breath before taking the cigarette between two fingers.

Then, he looks at me.

He doesn't watch me undress. Doesn't let his eyes wander as I slip the hideous fabric off, and let it fall to the floor. He doesn't watch me step into the new dress or ogle my naked chest for the few moments that it's revealed to him.

He keeps his eyes on mine through every second, occasionally taking another hit from the cigarette before exhaling the smoke slowly.

I don't look away. Don't give him the satisfaction of seeing my unease, and once I'm finally dressed, he begins to smirk.

Then, he stands. "Shall we?"

"Uh—" I blink, rather confused about what exactly he has planned. "Yes?"

He glances over his shoulder toward the two on the bed. "Malik."

Zayn pulls himself away from the young thing trying to slip her hand into his sweats. "Yeah." He takes her wrist and tugs it free, murmuring a quiet, "We'll be back."

She pouts, but nods, crawling off of his lap so she can flop down onto her back as Zayn stands and reaches for his shirt.

Once he's ready, he joins us by the door, offering me a wink. "Let's see what you've got, New Girl."

I smile.

And with that...Harry opens the door.

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Wrong - A Complicated Freak Extra

*This is part of the Complicated Freak series and is their first night together*

Summary: When y/n comes over to see Darcy and she isn't there, Harry invites her to stay for dinner... one thing leads to another and they're both naked on the couch questioning how they could betray the people they care for the most. OR Cfrry and y/n's first time.

Warning: smut. oral (f receiving), penetration, dirty talk, spanking, orgasm denial !!!Age-gap Romance!!!

Word count: 11k+

Author’s note: Enjoy reading their first time together! I love love loved writing this so I hope you like it too! Happy readinggg!

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“Y/n? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?” Harry voiced his concern at the sight of you on his doorstep. Darcy wasn’t home, she left over an hour ago now so he wasn’t sure why you were there.

His house was a safe space for you, it always had been and he always extended an open door invitation to you. If something was wrong you were more than welcome to be there when Darcy wasn’t there, or even when no one else was there.

Harry trusted you, a lot more than he trusted Darcy that’s for sure.

But you only actually used that invitation when you were waiting for Darcy to come home, or had just seen her and spent a couple extra hours sleeping. You walked into their house without ringing the doorbell on multiple occasions when you and his daughter had plans, or even just when you knew she was home.

But you never just came over when you knew she wasn’t there. You had never used his invitation like that before so he was immediately worried something had happened.

“Yeah, of course it is. I’m meant to do something with Darcy… why, is she not here?” You asked, extremely confused because you and Darcy had made these plans only yesterday and she hadn’t cancelled or told you anything to make you think that you two weren’t hanging out.

That cute furrowed expression of confusion on his face made your heart beat a little faster, but you ignored it to focus on his response.

“She left a while ago, on a date. Did she not tell you?” His voice was gentle and Harry felt a little upset on your behalf.

You were a wonderful friend… and person and he sometimes wondered why you spent so much time with his daughter. He loved Darcy with his whole soul, but she was wild, problematic and not always the best friend towards you.

“Uhh, no” you were annoyed at Darcy now. A date? Of course she’d blow off plans with you just to go hookup with some guy. It was classic Darcy behaviour and she cancelled your plans many times because something else ‘came up’. “It’s fine. Thanks Harry, I’ll just head home.”

You went to turn around to leave, but Harry was quick to clasp his hand around your wrist. “Wait.” He stopped you.

It was gentle, but firm enough to stop you from moving and turn to look at him. You looked between his hand and his face, feeling tingles go up your arm just from that small touch. He felt those same tingles and was quick to let go of you, running that same hand through his hair.

“Fancy some dinner? I feel bad about you driving all this way. I haven’t served it yet so really, it’s no trouble” He flashed a kind smile and tried to hide the heat in his eyes. You were dressed casually, a simple pair of jeans and a sweatshirt but he still couldn’t help but think that you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

“It’s only a 15-minute drive, Harry and I don’t want to intrude on your plans. Don’t worry about me” you smiled, trying to assure him that you were happy to go home.

Truthfully, you were just freaking out at the thought of being alone with him. Harry Styles was always one of those men who just stuck in your brain. From the second you knew what attraction even was, he was always there.

He was the object of your desires and the reason why you had your first orgasm. He was the cause of many orgasms actually, and that was a secret you’d take to your grave.

It wasn’t something he did to make you feel this way, or give you any impression that he may have felt attraction back. He was always just your dad's best friend, a guy you knew since you were little, a constant in your life.

But he kept his distance, the appropriate distance a friend's dad should have with his daughter’s friends. And he never crossed it, or even looked at you for too long to be appropriate.

That didn’t stop you from getting turned on just at the sight of him, though. He was just always around, always taking care of you and Darcy and spoiling you two with food and drinks. You were 99% sure that his love language was acts of service, especially with all the little things he had done for you and your family over the years. The big things too.

Your yearly yacht trip was a classic example. He single-handedly organised the entire thing and made sure none of you had to lift a finger the entire weekend. It was one of your favourite weekends of the year.

And the fact that he was in slutty swim shorts the whole time had nothing to do with it.

“Please, you’re not intruding on anything. I was just going to eat dinner in front of the TV truthfully, with a nice glass of that red you like.” A little blush rose on his cheeks at his admission, like he was almost embarrassed to not have plans on a Friday night.

But you didn’t think it was embarrassing. Now that Darcy had ditched you, you didn’t have any either and you didn’t feel embarrassed by it, you were actually quite happy before Harry offered to keep you company for the night. Angry that Darcy ditched you, but not angry that you could have a night to yourself. You always were a bit of an introvert.

“It’ll be nice to have company, I insist” he insisted, flashing you a warm smile and stepping aside so you had space to walk into his house if you wanted to.

“Okay” you nodded, “thanks Harry.”

You stepped inside and walked straight in, heading to the kitchen without any prior invitation. He was hot on your tail, following you closely. That almost made you a little nervous.

“It smells delicious in here. What did you make?” You asked, sliding onto one of the bar stools at the island bench and watching as Harry went around it to go to the stove. There was a small pot there, but you couldn’t really see what was in it from where you were sitting.

“Spaghetti bolognese” he responded, grabbing two bowls from one of the drawers before placing them on the bench in front of you. “Vegan edition of course” he flashed a grin, teasing you and your hatred for vegan cheese and meats.

He brought the pot over to where you were and used a pair of tongs to start serving it. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his arms flexed as he did it. The veins on his hands just popped when he moved and your mind was getting all crazy because of it. It was erotic really. Down to the way he hummed quietly as he served up the dish.

His hair fell into his eyes a little and you had this urge of pushing it back behind his ears. You had the urge to do a lot of things to him, really.

“Ah, of course. What have you used this time, cardboard?” You joked, insulting his cooking when he honestly was one of the most talented cooks you knew. It was always delicious, but you still loved to tease him about it.

“I’ll have you eating your words once you try this, love. Trust me. I always win and you know it” he smirked, looking up at you briefly before he focused on the food again. “Now, is this enough for you?”

“Maybe I’m just always polite so you keep cooking for me” you quipped, “but yes, Harry. That’s perfect, thank you.” You ran your finger around the rim of the bowl he motioned to before and licked it clean, moaning a little in delight at the taste.

Harry’s eyes flashed to you and he watched carefully when your lips wrapped around your finger. You weren’t trying to tease him, you were far too innocent and sweet to do something like that but fuck. The way you did it so casually had his cock stirring in his pants.

Stop it.

He shook his head and scolded himself for even thinking like that about you. It was dirty and wrong for attraction to even be in the same vicinity as you. You were way too young for him and above all you were his daughter's best friend. That had to be the sin of all sins, right?

“Was that noise in delight or disdain? Because you can be honest if that’s the best thing you’ve ever eaten” he flashed another smirk, teasing you.

“Now that is a big statement.” You responded, getting off your stool to grab some cutlery.

Harry liked to do everything in the kitchen, but you felt a little bad just sitting there. You also needed a distraction otherwise he’d catch you staring and probably think you had some weird crush on him.

“Uh uh,” he tutted, wrapping his hands around yours while bumping the cutlery drawer closed with his hip. He was quite close now, barely two steps away with his large hands covering yours for a moment before he plucked the forks and spoons from them and put them down on the bench. “You know the rules, y/n. I’m the only one allowed in the kitchen.”

He was scolding you and you hated the reaction your body had to it. You liked it. That was clear by the way a shiver ran down your spine and your thighs tensed tight together. You hoped he wouldn’t notice.

But Harry did. He always noticed.

“Forgot about that” you breathed, looking right into his eyes and feeling all gooey inside. “Can I at least pour the wine?” You swallowed uneasily and tucked your hair behind your ear, feeling nervous under the intensity of his gaze.

There was a moment there where you kinda just stared at each other. It was unnerving and you could feel tension rising where tension shouldn’t rise. This was wrong, so fucking wrong. You already felt guilty enough for just being attractive to Darcy’s dad and now that tension was rising? That was dangerous.

If there was one thing you knew about attraction, through your long list of failed relationships, is that tension didn’t happen without both parties being interested. That hot, suffocating energy didn’t happen when only one person was feeling attracted to the other.

So this… the fact that tension was rising with just a look was so scary.

Harry shook his head, thankfully breaking eye contact. “No, darling it’s okay. You can bring these plates to the table though. I’ll grab the wine and glasses.” He was quick to step back and you were quick to grab the plates and walk to the dining table.

Darling. Fucking hell.

You decided to just ignore it and sit down at the table. Harry joined you quickly and sat beside you, placing the glasses down and immediately pouring them halfway. It was your favourite winter wine and you were thoroughly excited to have a glass… or two.

You might need three if you were going to get through this dinner alive.

The two of you made a little small talk about your days. It was an easy and light conversation which you were thankful for. Your relationship with Harry was a good one and it was easy to talk with him and for time to pass.

He had been different since his divorce. He was a kind and sweet man, but when his marriage was properly over you noticed that he was quieter than usual. He spent more time at home and focused more on making sure Darcy was happy than he did looking after himself.

And while you knew everything that happened, and Harry knew that you knew since you were the first person out of the family that found out in detail what happened, you two had never spoken about it. It wasn’t your place.

You had a friendly relationship with Harry and you could joke around and spend time together with others with no problem. But you were Darcy’s friend first, so speaking to Harry was never something you thought you should do. If anything it was your parents’ job since they were similar age and friends for decades.

But now that you two were alone, properly for the first time ever, it felt like you had to ask and at least acknowledge how sorry you were for him. You had said it in a passing comment once or twice when you first found out of course, since you couldn’t say nothing to him. And even though it had been a little while now, you still wanted him to know that you were there for him if he ever needed it.

Those many glasses of wine, half a bottle's worth, really, also helped in giving you a bit of confidence to offer that support. You cared for him deeply and he sure as hell deserved better than the skank he used to be married to.

“You know…” You changed the subject, clearing your throat and taking a sip of wine for courage and calm. You hated Georgia with a burning passion and just talking about her got you all riled up. “I don’t think I ever said it, Harry, but I’m really sorry about what Georgia did to you.” Harry’s face changed, from that calm, slightly tipsy smile of his to a furrowed expression.

He looked sad at the mention of her name… maybe angry too. You had never seen him angry before so you weren’t really sure what that looked like to be honest. Harry was one of the calmest and just gentle men you had ever met. Even when you overheard his business calls and they didn’t seem to be going to plan, he never raised his voice or showed anger.

Darcy said it was because Harry believed that yelling didn’t change anything and that things got resolved quicker when people didn’t have that anxiety of their boss on their back. She also said that was a load of absolute shit since Harry and Georgia had screaming matches quite often during the last days of their divorce.

You could imagine him screaming… the way his jaw would tense and his nostrils would flare. That gorgeous vein on his neck would pop and ugh. You hated how hot you found the idea.

In this moment though, you just felt sad for him. And angry. Fucking fuming really. You always complained that there were very few good men left on planet earth for you and yet Georgia managed to destroy one of them. Not that he was yours or someone you had a chance with. You didn’t. But you hated that someone so nice and loving could be betrayed like this.

“You’re a really special guy and you didn’t deserve to be treated like that… You’ve done well to support Darcy like you have” you continued, flashing a sympathetic smile. His jaw tensed and he inhaled a sharp breath. His hand flexed around his wine glass while he brought it to his mouth to take a big sip before he answered you.

Harry didn’t expect you to bring her up. In fact, he hadn’t thought about her once the entire night. He usually did, especially when he was alone like he would’ve been tonight if Darcy didn’t cancel on you. But you managed to distract him for the first time in a long time, and he really enjoyed that.

He had a lot of built-up anger towards Georgia. He was far past the upset or hurt stage, it nearly had been a year now. But he was betrayed and angry. And his anger was harder for him to get rid of than his melancholy.

There were ways he tried to burn that anger. He distracted himself with work and got into a bad habit of avoiding people who reminded him of her. Family gatherings, even certain friends who always managed to bring her up.

He started working out until his body was so sore he could barely breathe without it hurting. Then there were those nights where he spent half of it inside a stranger, someone he knew he’d never see again.

Those nights helped the most. But he couldn’t exactly get his full anger out on someone in a one-night stand. He needed a proper arrangement where boundaries are set, and limits discussed. In that arrangement, he also needed to find someone with the same sexual appetite, and that didn’t always happen the first time.

“Thank you, y/n.” He managed to get out, trying to clear his mind of the possibility that you could be that person. But you weren’t and you couldn’t be. You were too sweet and innocent for what he needed to properly get off. And even if you were, he could never go there. Ever. “That-uh… it really means a lot.” He smiled at you gently, fiddling with his rings to try and distract himself.

Both from Georgia and from you.

“You don’t need to thank me. You’re an important person in my life and as much as I’m there for Darcy, I’m also here for you too…” you took another sip of wine, then decided that it was your last sip. You were already feeling its effects and you didn’t need to intensify that. “y’know, if you ever want to talk about it”

“I don’t want to unload on you, love. That’s not a burden you should wear.” He responded, immediately feeling guilty for imposing on you even if he hadn’t said anything yet.

“It’s not unloading if I’m offering my ears, Harry. Really, you can talk as much or as little as you want.” You assured him, fully prepared for him to say nothing at all.

Harry hadn’t spoken about it for a while, with anyone that wasn’t his therapist that is. It was a topic he avoided around friends and family, not wanting to open old wounds. Georgia didn’t just leave him and Darcy, she left all their friends too.

She knew that what she did was wrong, and Georgia was smart enough to know that everyone would take Harry’s side. That was made evident even when they were first working through their issues. Harry tried to keep it all quiet so they could deal with things in-house, but Darcy took it upon herself to announce it to the entirety of planet Earth.

At the time he was upset with her for airing their dirty laundry, but looking back he was thankful. If it remained private, Georgia would’ve probably pretended to work through things while still sleeping with her boss. But as soon as it was out in the open, she had all this pressure to be apologetic and make a decision. Half the people in her life also cut her out of theirs, which probably pushed her away sooner.

He could still be in that same marriage now if things were different. But he was glad he wasn’t.

People were healing and he could feel it too, little by little. Why bring up this anger and betrayal that was still impacting him to those who had moved on? That wasn’t fair on them.

But you had such an earnest look on your face, and it would be nice to talk about it with someone who had a fresh outlook. Through all of this, you had supported Darcy and taken her side. And while Georgia was always around you growing up, you seemed to cut her out of your life easily. Unlike your mother who still felt that pang of hurt in her chest when she thought about her ex-bestfriend.

She was one of those people he refused to bring Georgia up to. Harry couldn’t bear the look of betrayal in her eyes, that same look he had to see in the mirror on a daily basis.

“I tried really hard to make things work with Georgia, really fucking hard y’know.” You were immediately on alert when he started talking. You didn’t expect him to, to be honest. But you were glad he felt comfortable enough to talk about it.

“It… it broke me, to even look at her after knowing what she had done. But I still loved her… a lot and because of that I just couldn’t let it go.” He kept his eyes trained on the table. “We just went through so much y’know, especially after having Darcy so young that I wanted to fight. I wanted to fight for our marriage and our family… but there was just no point. From the moment Georgia was caught, she was done. Fuck, I think Darcy even let go before I did.” Harry let out a bitter laugh and finally looked at you. He thought he’d see pity in those pretty eyes of yours. But instead, all he saw was anger. “She started to hate Georgia from the moment she caught her and I got it. I understood that hatred because I felt it too, I still do.”

“It’s okay to hate her, Harry.” You replied gently, “I know I did when I found out. I still do, to be honest.”

“You hate Georgia?” He raised a brow, surprised that you felt so strongly towards her. You never let it show around him.

“Of course I do!” You scoffed, “She broke your heart and Darcy’s. She cheated on you for months and Darcy had to walk in on it. Then, even after you gave her a second chance she just walked all over your kindness. She’s a cunt…” you spewed, the words tumbling out before you realised what you said.

But then you did realise, and your eyes widened. This was Harry you were talking to, not Darcy. You couldn’t just say whatever you wanted. He was still her dad and Georgia was still his ex-wife. “I mean, I didn’t mean to call her that.” You said quickly, correcting yourself. “I shouldn’t have called her that, she’s still your ex-wife.”

Harry on the other hand found it hilarious, and adorable.

“No… no, you’re right. She’s a cunt.” He mused, eyeing you with humour in his expression.

“I’ve never heard you use that word before” you giggled, finding it funny in that raspy English tone of his.

“And I’ve never heard you call anyone a cunt before, so I guess we’re even” he breathed out a laugh, then a comfortable silence came over both of you. You wanted to reach for your wine but decided against it.

“So what’s new with you, anyway? Are you still seeing that guy, Jordan… uhh no-Joel?” Harry changed the subject this time, turning the attention back to you.

Harry knew Jamie’s name. He knew the names of every boy you were involved with. That didn’t mean he needed you to know that though.

“Jamie” you corrected.

“Right, yeah. Jamie. Are you still seeing Jamie?”

His eyes were right on yours, intense and darkening by the minute. You could barely look back at him and averted your gaze to the table to break free from the look he was giving you.

“Oh God no.” You laughed, “I’m surprised Darcy didn’t tell you actually. That relationship failed before it even started. Clearly, I just have bad taste in men. Or maybe I’m the problem, who knows” You shrugged.

Your issue of finding a solid boyfriend wasn’t a new one, and you had complained to Darcy many times about it, Harry too if he happened to be in the room. You had even asked him for advice once or twice.

“You’re not,” Harry quickly replied. He didn’t know what came over him, but he found himself reaching out and grabbing onto your chin to gently tilt it in his direction so you’d look at him. He had leaned forward a bit too, and there was a sudden shift in the air that had both of you holding your breaths. “You’re not the problem.”

That same hand on your chin moved upwards until his knuckles brushed against your cheek. He gently swiped them to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear until he was cupping your face gently, barely. Your breath hitched at the movement and you knew he felt it due to how close in proximity you were.

He was closer now, both of you subconsciously leaning in until you could feel his breath on your face. You didn’t know what was happening, or what was about to happen either. But you didn’t want it to stop.

“Sometimes I feel like I am…” you whispered, looking between his lips and his eyes. He was doing the same until his attention was solely on your mouth.

This is wrong… this is so fucking wrong, right?

But then it happened… and it didn’t feel wrong.

Harry crossed the distance and kissed you gently, his hand cupping your cheek properly this time and angling it upwards so your faces were perfectly aligned. It was perfect. As corny as it sounded, sparks were buzzing through your lips and down your spine, electrifying your body until you were completely on edge. In a good way.

And there was no sick feeling in your body. No sense of regret or anxiety, or any singular cell that felt like this wasn’t meant to happen. It felt like it was meant to happen… until the kiss broke. That was when reality set in.

Before you could kiss back, properly anyway, he was already breaking it and looking at you with alarm.

“That was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have done that” he rushed out the words and seemed panicked by what just happened.

You were panicked too, really really fucking panicked. This was Darcy’s dad, not just some older guy with an age gap a little too problematic for anyone in your life to agree with. Your best friend’s fucking father.

That was territory not even written in the girl code because it was the most obvious rule in the entire world. It didn’t need to be a rule because it was meant to be common sense.

Apparently, you lacked common sense, or consideration, or basic human decency. Because here you were, letting him kiss you. And worse than that, you liked it. You more than liked it.

Neither of you moved from your positions. His hand was still on your face and your faces were mere centimetres apart. With a little nudge, your noses would be pressed together. And with a little angle of your head just right, your mouths would be joined again…

You shouldn’t have wanted it as badly as you did.

But Harry seemed to as well. He couldn’t keep his eyes on yours because they kept going back down to your mouth. It was like he couldn’t help himself and you could already feel yourself getting so damn fidgety just from the way he was looking at you.

“It was… you’re Darcy’s dad and…” you swallowed nervously, looking down at his lips when he anxiously bit down on his bottom one. “And it’s just so… wrong. Darcy would never… never forgive me-us.” Your voice was hushed, just above a whisper before you looked back up at him.

“And your parents… I think they’d kill me…” You both stayed still in your positions, but Harry took it upon himself to run his thumb over your mouth, circling it around your lips as he spoke.

When he did that… it was hard to stay still and not jump him. God and the way he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. You wanted him to just bend you over the table and fuck you until you couldn’t even think about Darcy or your repercussions anymore.

“My best friend’s daughter… my daughter’s best friend…” he breathed.

Why was that erotic? Why did it feel hot to possibly be in a relationship that was so fucking inappropriate? Why did it just make you want it even more?

You were both afraid to speak too loud, like it would ruin the moment somehow and snap both of you back into reality. A reality where both of you knew that you should step back from each other and distance yourselves until your attraction disappeared in the wind.

“Fuck it”

The tension snapped and you just couldn’t take it anymore. So fuck it. You cupped his face this time and crossed the small distance so your mouths were touching again. But this time, it didn’t stop.

Harry grabbed your face in both hands this time and the kiss quickly turned passionate. It was a little messy at first, even a bit uncoordinated as you both broke through your nerves. They were nerves you usually had the first time you slept together, but also because you two had now stepped into a potential war zone. It was a situation that could ruin your life, and there was no getting out of it now.

But once you got through those nerves and just forced your mind to go blank, it all came together. Your mouths moved in sync, and you allowed yourself to actually touch him somewhere other than his face.

Your hands moved along his shoulders, then down his arms and onto his chest. You felt his smooth muscles through his hoodie, all strong and defined despite the layer of plush material separating his skin from your hands.

Once your hands started exploring his body, so did his. They moved down to your neck, one cupping the side while the other went straight to your hip, pulling you closer to the edge of your chair so your legs were slotted with his. Then he dipped his hand under your sweatshirt and t-shirt so it could smooth over your bare waist.

“Is this okay?” he asked, breaking the kiss and panting at the lack of air. You nodded and pulled him back in by his jaw for another kiss.

“Yes, you don’t need to ask” you were a little desperate and he could sense that.

He got a bit high off desperation truth be told. When someone was so desperate for touch and pleasure, his touch that they begged and whined all pretty… there was no greater high.

His head was already getting all hazy just from the pant in your voice. If you begged for him he’d be an absolute goner and he wouldn’t want to hold back. But that wasn’t something he could just do.

“I think it’s important to set boundaries on what I can and can’t do, y/n.” He pressed, cupping your jaw and rubbing over your mouth again with his thumb.

“Just touch me… anywhere, everywhere. Please”

You couldn’t resist slipping his thumb into your mouth before wrapping your lips around it and sucking gently while maintaining eye contact. Your hands were low on his abs now, tugging the hem of his hoodie upwards but nowhere near enough to actually show any skin.

That right there had sick images flash in his head. Images of you choking on his cock, crying and blubbering with all your makeup smudged everywhere. He imagined your voice all croaky after, nearly gone entirely when he fucked you so goddamn hard you couldn’t stop screaming. He imagined his cum painting your face and your tongue, then wiping it away with his fingers and forcing you to eat it.

Fucking hell.

Harry kissed you again, slipping his hand down to loop around your neck purely to guide you where he wanted and for nothing further. He wasn’t about to choke you or even apply pressure without explicit instructions.

If you asked for it though… he had no qualms about choking his daughter’s best friend. That was kinda fucked up, wasn’t it?

Harry stood up, forcing you to follow his lead. But before you had to ask what he wanted from you, his hands were already on your hips and turning your ass towards the table. Neither of you had cleaned up yet and it was an afterthought after your initial kiss. Even now, you could barely remember where you were, let alone what utensils were on the table.

It was only when Harry lifted you on the table and your ass bumped into your glass of wine that either of you remembered. It clanked against your bowl, altering you to the presence of your leftover food and table setting.

“Fuck” you cursed, breaking the kiss to look back and see if the wine had spilt. A few drops had spilt on the table from when you knocked it, but other than that the glass was still full.

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry instructed, turning your head back with a finger on your chin before he was tugging your jumper and t-shirt up at the same time. He was desperate to get you naked, and vice versa.

Your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him close and you could feel the effect you had on him. He was solid and long in his sweats… he felt big and the thought of him being inside you had you moaning filthily into his mouth.

“You sound so fucking pretty, darling” he complimented, removing your sweatshirt and t-shirt in one go before carelessly throwing it beside you. You did the same and pulled off his hoodie, eyes going wide at the sight of his glorious torso up close.

You had seen it plenty over the years, as had Harry seen you in a bikini that looked very similar to the little bralette you were wearing, but seeing him this close was something entirely different. His body was hot to touch, and his chest was heaving due to his panting from your kissing. Every time he breathed that moth tattoo would flex and the sight of it would’ve had to be the most erotic thing you had ever seen.

“You’re so… wow.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them and you were already reaching out to trace the moth. You almost felt a little shy of the compliment you gave him, but he only smirked and slid his fingers into the hair at the back of your head.

“I should be saying that about you.” Then he was pulling you back in, his mouth clasping with yours in heated passion. “Fucking gorgeous, you are” he palmed at your breast, running his thumb over your nipple in a way that had you whimpering into his mouth.

You could barely stand it anymore. You were unbearably wet and your clit was aching, begging for some sort of release. So you pulled him closer by your legs and bucked your hips against his, trying to get any sort of friction as Harry seemed to be much more interested in kissing you than actually touching you.

“Do you need something?” he chuckled mockingly and raised an eyebrow in amusement at your antics. He grabbed your hip to stop your wiggling while his hand tightened in your hair and angled it backwards so you were forced to look at him.

It was just so… cute, the way you tried to get his attention. Your little noises of disdain and that grind of your hips. But you were a big girl, and big girls could use words. If you could call his ex-wife a cunt, you could tell him how you wanted him to touch you.

“Touch me Harry… please” you whispered, brushing your lips to his.

A groan vibrated from the back of his throat. The way you said his name, in desperation and need had his body vibrating with fire. He needed you… badly.

Harry kissed you again and picked you up, carrying you to the couch where he gently laid you down and knelt between your legs. Your hands had been on his shoulders to hold on, but he was quick to grab them and pin them above your head.

“Keep these here, understand?” he instructed, maintaining eye contact with you and leaving no room for any answer except ‘yes’. You nodded quickly and shivered when he ghosted his mouth down your neck, causing your head to tip back and your eyes to flutter at the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

You had been kissed plenty of times, all over your body. But with Harry, it all felt like it was happening for the first time.

Maybe it was the thrill of the situation, that frantic heartbeat and fear of being caught that was making it all feel more exciting… or maybe you and Harry just had such insane chemistry everything felt more intense.

He kissed down your neck and bared his teeth against your skin, inhaling your sweet perfume and groaning at your scent. It was addictive and something he loved for a long time.

He had never seen you as anything more than his daughter’s friend. Harry was head over heels in love with Georgia so he barely even noticed other women existed, let alone someone who he should have no interest in. But there was a turning point when him and Georgia had properly cut ties, where he was a single man for the first time in a long time that he saw you.

You came over to see Darcy and the two of you ended up going to some club in the city. He offered to drop you two off which Darcy quickly took him up on to save money (even though it was his money she was using for her night out) and he could barely concentrate on the road because of you.

You were tipsy and ranting about some guy in between uncoordinated sips of a can of drink and your perfume had taken over the entire car. Harry smelt you before he saw you, and when he saw you, he was a fucking goner.

It was all skin and chest and the two of you seemed to go a bit crazy with body shimmer so your subtle skin looked so damn edible he wanted to lick you clean. Harry nearly crashed the car twice that night because he was too busy looking in the rearview mirror to look at you. Luckily neither of you noticed how distracted he was.

Then on your way out of the car, you pulled your upper body between the two front seats and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek, leaving a huge lipstick mark as you bid him a goodnight and a very cheery ‘thank you!’ for the lift. He kept that lipstick mark on his cheek all the way home and into his bed where he came at the thought of your mouth and that pretty perfume.

That was the first time he ever saw you as more than just his daughter’s friend.

“I love your perfume” he groaned, licking a stripe up your neck before he kissed over the top of your breasts. A little noise of pleasure slipped as you opened your eyes again to look down at him, your arms still bent above your head.

“Y-you do?” you asked, surprised by the information. He nodded and maintained eye contact as he flicked his tongue over your nipple through your bra. It was merely a distraction though, because he was multi-tasking and unclipping your bra at the same time.

“Mhm, y’smell good enough to eat” he smirked, pulling your bra off and up your arms before he threw it on the floor somewhere. His eyes immediately went to your chest and he was quick to grab your breasts with both hands. “You’re so gorgeous-Jesus” he cursed, clasping his mouth around one of your nipples like he was hungry for it.

You gasped and arched your back into his touch, pleasure rippling through your body just at that touch alone. But your mind was still focused on that perfume compliment. It was one you always wore around him, and somehow it didn’t surprise you that he didn’t recognise it.

“You bought it for me for Christmas” you spoke up, fighting the urge to grab onto Harry’s hair and guide him lower… where you actually needed him. As much as you liked nipple stimulated, he was just being a fucking tease and you were struggling.

“What?” he asked, already having forgotten about his comment on your perfume because he was too caught up in your two perfect tits in his face.

“The perfume. You bought it for me for Christmas last year.”

His body was basically laid on top of yours, and he was now kissing a line down your stomach to the top of your jeans. Your stomach was doing flips, knowing that he was getting his mouth very close to somewhere you never expected Harry Styles would get.

“Guess I have good taste then” he smirked, popping open the button on your jeans and then dragging your zipper down. He ran his fingers along the waistband teasingly, tugging them down just above your pubic bone so more of your stomach was exposed. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes…” you nodded enthusiastically and propped yourself up on your elbows.

Harry didn’t miss your direct disobedience of his earlier instruction, but he decided to ignore it for now and bookmark it for later depending on how the night goes. Instead, he hid his slight annoyance and chuckled at your enthusiasm.

Your jeans and underwear were quickly taken off and thrown somewhere across the room and then all of a sudden you were properly naked in front of him for the first time. If that wasn’t nerve-wracking enough, the look in his eyes, when he settled between your parted legs again, had your body trembling.

It was like he wanted to eat you… consume you, like a man who was starving for food after not eating for weeks. His stare alone got you even more turned on and you just knew Harry noticed how your pussy got a little more wetter than when he first took your clothes off.

But god, you just couldn’t help it and you just wanted him to dive in and make you scream and cry. You had stared at his mouth enough to know that you wanted it on your pussy. Sometimes even the way he ate fruit managed to turn you on and get your mind thinking about him eating something else. But he made no effort to actually touch you.

You liked how so far Harry asked before doing anything. It was respectful which was nice considering you two had never slept together, or even thought it could be a reality given your situation. But you fantasised about Harry enough times to narrow down exactly how you wanted things.

You wanted him to take control and be a little mean because you loved it when things were rough. But all his actions so far went in line with who he was as a person and you couldn’t fault him for that.

When he instructed you to put your hands above your head, you were excited for a wild night… but then there weren’t any repercussions when you went against that instruction like you hoped there’d be. Maybe he was holding off, or just being mindful of your boundaries and how far he could push.

There was also a chance that Harry was more vanilla than you hoped he’d be. But fuck… you had dreamt about him spanking you and throwing you around more times than you could count so you were praying that wasn’t the case.

“Fucking gorgeous you are, darling” he groaned, looking right at your pretty wet pussy.

He ran a finger along the junction where your thigh met your labia and let out a pleased hum when he licked his finger clean of the arousal that had soaked there. You were just utterly wet and that turned him on beyond comprehension.

Fuck, and you just tasted so damn good he was already salivating from that tiny lick on his finger.

“Now… tell me what you want.” He kept his hands on your thighs, far away from anywhere that felt good.

You were just so cute, so sweet and kept saying please like a good girl. Like such a sweet, well-mannered girl. But Harry just had this feeling that you were a lot more than that, and he wanted more from you than a simple ‘touch me’. When he asked you a question, he wanted a proper answer and so far you hadn’t given him any clear direction.

Darling… god your heart never failed to race when he called you that. But now it was your turn to be a little confused. Was it not obvious what you wanted? This man had his head right near your pussy and wanted a play-by-play of events?

“What?” You breathed, your thighs tensing when he dipped his fingers further until they grazed against the trimmed hair of your mound.

“Tell me…” he dipped down and kissed under your belly button while maintaining eye contact with you. “What you want. Because I can stop here or-”

“Don’t stop there” you interrupted, a bit panicked at the thought of this stopping. That was the last thing you wanted.

“Or” he continued, smirking while ignoring your protest, “I can keep going… lower” he slid his hands down the front of your thighs and let his thumbs brush over your outer labia. The touch was gentle and soft and had you shivering.

Your clit was already aching for him and you were so wet it was getting uncomfortable. You were sick of the teasing.

“Eat me out” you breathed, reaching for his hair and pushing it out of his face. Your fingers slid through the soft lock and you gently gripped it, barely hard enough to even tug on it.

His eyes flickered to your hand in his hair but he said nothing about it. So maybe he really wasn’t going to do anything about it?

“As you wish, princess”

His pet names were driving you crazy, but you barely had the chance to care when he dove in and went straight for your clit. For the first time tonight he wasn’t being careful or gentle, he just wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard enough for your legs to clamp around his body.

You cried out in reflex and your hand tightened in his hair, eliciting a groan that vibrated through your body and made you see stars. He was just so damn good at it and you didn’t expect anything less.

Harry switched between suckling on your clit and licking through your folds, collecting as much arousal as possible on his tongue and swallowing it greedily. He was obsessed with it, to be honest, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Your taste, your scent and most importantly, the way you reacted to his touch. You had completely neglected his hands rule before and had both of them in his hair, tugging at it without any care of the bite of pain it caused on his scalp.

Harry couldn’t have cared less about the pain, he thrived off it. He fucking got off on it and it only made his cock ache harder in his sweats. It was thick and heavy in his pants and he kept digging his hips a little harder into the couch to try and get some stimulation to it.

It was like his cock knew how close it was to being inside a hot, slick cunt that it could barely wait anymore.

“You taste so fucking good. Could be here every night if I had the chance” Harry groaned before returning his attention back to your clit like it was his oxygen.

If only you could have him every night…

His mouth was heavenly and when he added a finger alongside it, you nearly burst then and there. He curled his finger inside and after a little exploring found your g-spot perfectly. And when he did, he stroked it just right in a way that had you squirming and gasping in his arms.

Your legs were squeezing around his shoulders, one leg dangling off the couch due to how broad he was and you were practically pulling his hair out by the roots. It all just felt too good and your high was approaching very very quickly.

Before you knew it, your body was practically vibrating and you could feel your orgasm rolling and rolling right to the edge. But just as you got to your high, he pulled away.

“Wha-Harry what the fuck” you gasped, looking at him with widened eyes and shock. You were right there, right there and he pulled away!?

“That’s for disobeying me.” He smirked, getting back up on his knees so he could squeeze your face. It wasn’t painful, just enough so you knew he wasn’t kidding.

He reached forward and grabbed the arm of the couch behind you for balance as he forced your attention on him. His chin was all slick with your arousal but he made no effort to clean it up, like he was almost using it to taunt you with the orgasm that he cruelly took away from you.

“Let that be a lesson for you, little girl. I can be nice if you’re a good girl, or I can be mean if you’re a brat. It’s all up to you” he tutted, running his thumb over your mouth.

Your stomach dropped at his words and your body got all squirmy just at the thought of him being mean. That’s what you wanted… what you craved.

“Okay… okay, I’m sorry” you gasped, words a bit muffled due to how your face was squished. “Please… I can be good. Promise” You tried to flash the best doe eyes you could muster and it seemed to be working because his hand relaxed on your face and turned into a soft loving touch rather than something mean.

“Yeah? You wanna try and make it up to me, sweetheart?” he cooed, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. You nodded eagerly, loving every minute of this.

“I can… I can”

“Think you can take my cock then?” you nodded again, “Show me how good you take it then darling, and if you’re good you get to come. Understand?” he murmured, sliding his hand down your neck and past your breasts, all the way to your thigh where he pulled it upwards and ground his hips against yours. He could feel your arousal through his sweatpants, forming a wet patch that made him tempted to return between your thighs.

“Yes… yes, yes” you nodded, begging him to go through with his deal.

“Good girl” he kissed you softly before he got off the couch to quickly take his pants and underwear off.

You watched him eagerly the entire time and became entranced when his cock and that sexy tiger tattoo got exposed. He was just all man; toned and muscly and still tanned despite the cool winter air outside. He was gorgeous and his cock was no different.

It was long and thick and ugh, your mouth watered just at the thought of it getting anywhere near you. You hoped that one day you’d get to taste it…

He knelt back between your legs and used the arm of the couch for balance as he connected your lips again and guided the head of his cock to your pussy. But right as he felt that slick, hot spark of pleasure surround his head he remembered one crucial detail.

“Fuck, I need a condom. Give me a second” he cursed, preparing himself to get up and go grab one from his room.

“Wait… you-you don’t need to” you stopped him, grabbing his arm so he wouldn’t leave. “I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”

It was like a symphony started playing in his head. He wasn’t usually so irresponsible when it came to protection, especially with someone he hadn’t slept with before. But he knew you, and he knew you wouldn’t lie to him.

God… and the thought of being bare inside you had him going feral. How could he not take you up on that opportunity? Plus, he knew this couldn’t happen again, so he felt like he had to make the most of his time with you. He wanted to leave you with a lasting impression, as did he wanted to leave with one himself.

“I’m clean too” he responded and you just smiled, cupping his face.

“I trust you… so if you want to…”

“I want to.” He firmly replied, leaning back in to kiss you again as he got back into position and pressed his cock to your entrance. His eyes opened as he gave you a little look, wordlessly asking if it was okay, to which you just nodded and kissed him again.

Then he was pressing into you and you were crying out into his mouth. He had only used one finger when he ate you out earlier, so you really didn’t have enough prep to get you ready for how big he was. There was a burn and an ache that filled your belly from within, but he went slow and kept you distracted with smooth movements from his tongue until he was as far as he could go.

After waiting a little to let you adjust, you gave him the go ahead and gasped when he slowly started rocking into you. The feeling was indescribable and you were both letting your sounds of pleasure fill each other’s mouths and the living room.

They echoed around you and only became louder when your pussy adjusted to take Harry balls deep. He was just so deep and full inside you, all you could do was moan and grab onto whatever you could.

Harry’s thrusts were gentle but steady, his balls slapping against your ass at every thrust. Although he wanted to just take you roughly, he couldn’t and wouldn’t do that without explicit instructions. Harry could get ahead of himself sometimes and be too rough if he got caught in the head of the moment, so he wanted to be as careful as possible with you. He kept his mind calm and tried to focus on anything except how good your pussy felt wrapped around him.

It felt good, so damn good but it just wasn’t enough. You needed more, and with the number of times Harry asked what you wanted, you knew that if you asked for it he’d probably give it to you. Well… you hoped he would.

“Harder…” you gasped, mewling when his cock hit a little harder. “Faster, please” you begged again, back arching when he picked up his speed this time. Your nails dug into his back and you could feel the air knock out of your lungs as your body dragged back and forth against the couch due to his pace.

But it still wasn’t enough. You could just tell that Harry was holding himself back like he was being careful not to step too far or hurt you. And you wanted him to.

This could never happen again, ever. So now that it was, you wanted it to be memorable and what better way to remember a good fuck than being all bruised and sore for days after?

“Harry just-just use me” you pleaded, causing his thrusts to stumble slightly as he registered your words. There it was. He knew it. Harry knew that you were just a little slut wanting to be used and roughed around. Now that you were begging for it too… how could he say no? “Fuck me… however you want, do whatever you want. I like it, promise”

He came to a full stop and grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes open to look at him. His gaze was dark as he looked at you, and his chest was heaving from his exertion and also pure adrenaline from all the things he wanted to do to you. “Do you know what you’re asking me?”

You nodded and propped yourself up on your elbows. “Yes. You can go as hard as you want, spank me too… w-whatever you want.” You grabbed his hand from your chin and guided his fingers to your mouth, circling your tongue around two fingers. “Please.”

“And you’re sure?” he double-checked, needing that extra reassurance for his own peace of mind and to give you an out if you needed it.

You nodded again. “I want you to fuck me however you want”

Harry didn’t know why, but guilt pricked at his soul in that moment. It shouldn’t have, not when his cock jerked inside you just at the filth spilling from your mouth. But it just felt so wrong, so wrong for someone so close to his daughter to be begging him to use her, to spank her and do whatever he wanted.

It was all so fucking wrong. Yet he still couldn’t stop himself. He should’ve, and that moment could’ve been used to pull away and tell you no. But he couldn't do it.

The guilt, however, couldn’t bring him to do that to you while your face was in view. Was that sick? Was it twisted? Degrading to you even? Yes. Unfortunately for him though, he now knew that you probably liked it when it was a bit degrading.

God was he fucked. How could he go back to his life after this? Harry wasn’t sure he’d be able to pretend that he didn’t have you begging him to fuck you.

He let out a little ‘fuck’ then pulled his hand away to grab your neck and pull you in for a kiss. “Turn over,” he demanded, biting down on your bottom lip and releasing it with a little pop as he slid out of you.

You followed his instruction gladly and turned onto your stomach with a bit of his help. He grabbed one of the throw pillows and tucked it under your hips before he pulled you onto your knees by dragging your hips backwards so your chest was still pressed to the couch. Then he was digging his fingers in your sides and in you again, in one smooth and hard thrust that had you crying out loud into the couch.

And this time, he didn’t hold back. He spanked you experimentally once and felt a thrill go up his spine. So he spanked you a second time, addicted to the way you were so goddamn vocal around him.

Some women were shy in bed and you seemed a little bit like that at the start of the night. But now that you had settled, you had no issues screaming his name and encouraging him to fuck you harder… rougher… to spank you and make your ass all red.

Maybe you were the woman for him after all… the one who could sate his sexual appetite and match his kinks and fantasies.

While part of him wanted that, desperately, the father in him hoped it wasn’t true. He was begging the universe that he wouldn’t be so sexually compatible with his daughter’s best friend.

Unfortunately… he already knew he was.

“Harry” you gasped, grabbing the couch cushion in front of you tight in your hands while looking at him over your shoulder.

“Yeah? What is it sweetheart?” he cooed, bending over you and grabbing the arm of the couch for balance so his chest was pressed to your couch. The feeling of his body completely covering yours had you reeling, your head all dizzy at the skin-to-skin contact.

The angle got so much deeper too and he was able to deliver a force that felt like he was fucking into your literal soul. All you could think about was his cock inside you and the way that no other man could ever compare to the night he was giving you.

“Feels too good doesn’t it? Can’t even talk because you’re all drooly, isn’t that right baby?” he mocked, forming a makeshift ponytail out of your hair and tugging it tightly to make you whine loudly.

“Y-yes… feelssogood” you sputtered out, crying out and feeling tears start to drip down your face.

“Want you to beg to cum, understand? Be a good girl and ask and if it’s good enough you can have as many orgasms as you want,” Harry murmured.

“Yes… yes!” You gasped, whining loudly when he pressed your hips further down so your clit touched the throw pillow beneath your hips.

Satisfied with your answer, Harry landed a kiss on your neck before he pulled back and let go of your hair to grab your hip again. He pressed a hand to your lower back to widen your legs so your clit ground against the pillow with every thrust he delivered. One of your knees hung off the couch due to how wide your knees had gotten, but Harry made sure you were supported and steady so he could fuck you.

The pleasure seemed to completely consume your body and your high was approaching quickly this time. It rolled faster than your first ruined orgasm and completely took over your entire body, curling your toes and making your thighs tremble.

Your stomach got all twisty and you were doing everything possible to hold it off as you begged to cum. As you begged him for mercy.

“Please Harry, please can I cum. Please” you whined, digging your fingers into the arm of the couch to try and hold back on how badly you needed to come.

“Do you think you deserve it? Think you’ve been good enough for it?” He taunted, loving how wriggly you had gotten the closer you got to your high.

“I have, I have! Please, Harry, I’ve been good f’you I promise” you babbled, desperate for release. It was so close you could taste it and your head was already spinning from how locked up your body felt.

He wanted you to struggle a little, to deny it one more time and make you even more sensitive and desperate for when he actually let you come. But he couldn’t do that. Withholding the first one was as far as he’d go without having a more in-depth conversation on what was and wasn’t okay.

“Go on, sweetheart. Let go for me” he cooed, leaning over you again and pressing kisses on your shoulders and back as your pussy fluttered around him. You came with a gasp and a cry of his name, your legs shaking as Harry’s thrust slowed to a complete stop.

Harry barely held on as well, and as soon as he felt you calm down from your high he was pulling out of you and jerking himself to finish all over your lower back. Though he could’ve come on you, you didn’t explicitly say that he could so he didn’t want to just in case.

“I’ll go get a towel,” Harry said as soon as he recovered from his own orgasm.

You dropped your ass down but otherwise stayed completely still and just waited for him to come back to clean you up. It was a humbling experience, one that was fucking mortifying too.

It was like that post-orgasm clarity hit you like a truck, followed up by a bus, and then a plane attached to a rocket. Just like when you kissed, it all felt so right and good when you two were in the moment. But once the moment was over… you realised just how fucked up it is to be involved with him.

What the hell have you done?

This is Darcy’s dad. Your best friend who just watched her parents get divorced and was the one who found out about her mum’s affair. She was the one who walked in on her mum getting railed by her boss, and here you were fucking her dad like it was a regular Friday night?

Harry came back and cleaned you up and you were quick to get off the couch and rummage around for your clothes.

“So-” Harry started, feeling the need to fill the awkward silence of the room. But you were quick to beat him with your own talking.

“I’m a terrible person. An awful friend and a terrible fucking person. God, Harry. How could we do this!?” you exclaimed, pulling your underwear up your legs. You felt sick to your stomach. Like you could throw up for what you had just done.

“You’re not a terrible person” Harry sighed, feeling the same guilt you did. He slid on his sweatpants and got your t-shirt and sweatshirt for you while you got your bra on.

“I am!” you expressed, “Darcy is never going to forgive me, she might kill me actually and I don’t even want to think about the look on her face when I tell her!” you rambled, getting your jeans on.

You desperately needed a shower and a bottle of tequila, anything to drown away the horrible mistake you had just made. Because that’s exactly what it was, a huge, horrible, unforgivable mistake.

“Okay… okay, calm down.” Harry rushed, grabbing onto your arms so you’d stop pacing around. You flinched at his touch which made him immediately let you go, but you stood still in front of him. “Listen” he sighed, “Just don’t tell her anything yet. Okay? You know Darcy, we need to pick the right time to tell her and we need to think about it properly. There’s no point doing this when you’re freaking out because it’ll make it worse, understand?”

His voice was soft and gentle and it melted your heart. You hated that it melted your heart, but you hated more that he was right. You knew it was a mistake and that it wouldn’t happen again and you just wanted to call Darcy right now to admit everything.

But you also knew that now wasn’t a good time to do it and there was no way you could do it over the phone. If you did it on a whim, especially when you were feeling so freaked out about the entire thing, you’d probably say it wrong or do something to make it worse.

Really though, there was no good way to say it. ‘Hey, I slept with your dad’ was fucked up in any way that you said it.

“I’m not good at keeping secrets Harry, especially from Darcy. She can read me better than anyone” you reminded him, feeling beyond sick about this whole thing.

“I know and I'm not asking you to” he smiled softly, hating that panicked look on your face. “Listen, I think it’s best you go in case Darcy comes back. But how about I pick you up Monday night and we can talk about this, okay? Come up with a plan together.”

Monday… you could last until Monday, right?

“Okay” you nodded, “I can wait until Monday”

“Good. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, okay? We’ll sort it out. I promise” he cupped your face and brushed his thumb over your cheek, trying to mask his own internal turmoil over the situation.

Harry was in turmoil and while a lot of that was guilt, the rest of it was his own debate about whether he should sleep with you again on Monday night or not. It was fucked, but he just couldn’t deny it. Now that he slept with you it seemed to unlock something in him… something that made him insatiable for you.

For the first time since he broke up with Georgia, he felt alive and part of him, the part that was selfish and forgot that he had to think about his daughter before himself just wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and have you all to himself.

How could something so wrong feel so right?

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