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Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 33

I'LL BE BY YOUR SIDE ANYTIME YOU'RE NEEDING ME

A/N: We're back baby! I'm back, Harry and stylist!yn are back, it's a good day! I won't lie, it took a bit to get back into the groove of this story, but I'm so happy it's going again. Hope you like it.

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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: Some explicit language (always), oral (male receiving), alcohol consumption, and a tiny bit of drama, but some really lovey-dovey moments too.

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Sept 14th, 2015

Since that night in Toronto, things have been a nonstop rollercoaster. One Direction announced their hiatus, which has left your head spinning with so many questions.

"This is crazy… this is a lot… it changes almost everything… when will the break be over?... is the band done?… I'm gonna need to find a job… Hell, I think I'm gonna need a drink."

"Sunshine, I'm getting dizzy watching you pace around like this. Please sit down, let's talk it out."

To top off the craziness, Dave proposed to your mom two weeks ago, and they have decided to have a whirlwind of an engagement by getting married… in a few days.

"Niall, please don't hate me for not going."

"Superstar, I could never hate ya!" He wraps one arm around your shoulder. "M'birthday just won't be as fun…"

"Well that's true!" You giggle, wrapping one arm around his waist and squeezing him for a side hug.

"Much rather it was you than Harry…" he pretends to whisper.

"Hey!" Harry replies, throwing his bag over his shoulder and playfully pushing Niall away from you.

"Please let me go with you." He states, jokingly glaring at Niall, who grabs his own bag and gets ready to leave.

"You should celebrate his birthday with him." You reply, wrapping your arms around his waist. "You didn't go last year."

His glare now focuses on you. "That's not fair."

You tightly squeeze your lips together, remembering that the awkward tension between you two was the reason he stayed back.

"Sorry." You give him a gentle kiss. "My point still stands though. Plus, you have meetings the next few days. I'll see you after that, at the wedding."

"Fine. I'll go all the way to Vegas, partying at the club, to celebrate Niall's birthday…" he smirks.

"Yeah, how torturous." You roll your eyes.

"I won't have anyone to cuddle." He pouts, drawing another kiss from your lips.

"Okay, ya big baby!" You bite your lip and shake your head. "Get Nialler drunk enough and you will."

"I heard that." Niall chuckles. "It's true though. C'mon, babe!" He blows a kiss to Harry as he walks out of the hotel suite.

"Alright." He growls. He pulls you closer by your waist and brings his lips to hover right in front of yours. "Not my fault if you get replaced…"

You stick your tongue out and barely brush his lips with yours.

"Yeah, but he won't do the other things we do together." You whisper.

"Fucking hell." He whispers back, pushing his lips passionately against yours.

Your hands reach up to grab his hair and his tongue begins to part your lips.

"Oi, for fucks sake you two. It's time to go, Haz!" You hear Louis state from the doorway.

"Now I really don't want to go." He pouts again.

"I'll see you at the end of the week, Rockstar." You give him one last kiss before pulling away. "Have some fun."

"With Niall? Yeah that won't be a problem."

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You arrive in your hometown in the afternoon, with Natalie and Levi. Your mom and Dave are meeting with some close friends from out of town, so you and your friends make plans to meet up at the local bar lounge.

After having Morgan, your brother's girlfriend, help to pick out a black v-neck halter top and black ripped jeans, you doll yourself up with some makeup and text Natalie that you'll meet her there soon.

"Okay, I'm gonna use my 'brother card' here and insist that me and Morgan come as DDs." Sam states.

"What? Why?"

"Because… this is weird to say… that outfit is just…"

"It's sexy!" States Morgan.

"Yeah, that's the problem." Sam replies.

You glance over to Morgan, then give Sam an intense glare. "Don't get all 'Mister Modesty' on me now."

"I'm joking, I just wanna get out of the house."

You roll your eyes and follow them both outside to his car.

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<< HARRY'S POV >>

Everyone is gathered in Niall's hotel suite, getting ready for the eventful evening that's sure to occur.

"I don't know 'bout you, but I'm feeling twen'y-two baby! Woo!" Niall shouts, causing most of the group to groan and shake their heads.

"Damn, I miss Y/N. She'd laugh." Niall adds.

"Those are pity laughs, mate." Louis replies, patting Niall on the back.

"Well, eit'er way, she's more fun than you lot."

Harry smiles as he puts on his rings, and straightens his deep navy and maroon silk shirt, barely listening to Louis argue how much fun he is to party with. He feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket and smiles wider when he sees your text.

:you: i miss you

:harry: miss you too

:you: kiss nialler for me

:harry: not happening

:harry: cuddles only

:you: save the kiss for me

:harry: can't wait xx

"Y/N misses you too, Niall." Harry exclaims.

"Yeah, 'course she does! I'm 'er favorite!" He lets out a big laugh. "Let's go boys!"

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You are excited for this night out, hoping it'll give you the stress-free fun that you need right now, with everything going on.

"I'm glad this place lets us in with a wristband, it's one of the only fun places to go around here." Morgan giggles.

"You two find us a booth, maybe order some food, and we'll grab our drinks."

You and Natalie get to the bar and order your drinks, while Levi excuses himself to the bathroom.

"Was he terrified to meet your parents?" You ask, as soon as he is out of earshot.

She gently grabs your arm and laughs. "I couldn't even hold his hand, he was so sweaty!"

"Ew."

"My mom loves him, of course, and my dad wasn't too harsh. You know him though, totally a teddy bear, he's just putting on a show." She giggles.

"I can't even imagine your dad being stern, that's hilarious!" You reply.

"How do you feel about Harry meeting your family?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "I'm actually not too worried about it."

"Harry is like… don't tell him I said this… but he is perfect for meeting moms."

You grin, knowing she's right.

Levi walks back over and actually stands next to you instead of Natalie. You glance over to see a concerned expression on his face, and he leans in.

"Umm, this is awkward… but I just ran into… Ryan." He points over to the other side of the lounge, and your eyes scan the area.

You hear the familiar laugh and suddenly see him.

"You've got to be kidding me." You growl.

"What?" Natalie asks.

"Ryan's here." You state, pointing in his direction.

She frowns in confusion and then follows your gaze to see Ryan, standing across the bar, sloshing a beer around in his glass and laughing with a bunch of friends.

"What do you think he's doing here?" She asks.

You take a drink of your margarita, then indulge in another sip as you glance back over at him.

"I don't know." You gulp down the rest of the drink, already motioning to the bartender for another one. "But it's been four months. I'm sure we can keep it civil."

You shrug as the bartender hands you a fresh margarita. You down it half of it as you look back over in Ryan's direction.

"Y/N… do you want to leave?" She asks.

You take another sip and shake your head.

"No, I'm fine. We came here to have fun. So let's have fun!"

You finish your drink, and grab her hand as you lead her to the dancefloor, with Levi following timidly behind you.

"Is that Ryan?" Sam asks.

"Dude, don't." Natalie whispers.

You roll your eyes and grab Morgan's hand, twirling her around to the music.

After about three songs, you head back to the bar and order yet another margarita. You're a little winded from the dancing, and a bit buzzed from your drinks, so the sudden presence you feel next to you doesn't grab your full attention right away.

"Figured you'd be too good to come hang out at your lowly hometown bar…" the voice speaks, and you straighten up, instantly knowing it belongs to Ryan.

You turn to face him, doing your best to keep your calm and polite composure.

"Hey Ryan. How've you been?"

He scoffs. "Why the fuck do you care?"

You clear your throat and take a deep breath. Even in a crowded bar, you can sense the abundance of alcohol in his system. The smell on his breath and the slur of his speech is quite telling.

"I'm just trying to be nice."

"Whatever. Go back to your fucking famous boy toy." He replies, attempting to wave you off.

"He's not ev-... nevermind. Have a good one." You grab your drink, then turn away and roll your eyes.

[So much for being civil]

You sip on the new drink as you dance with the group. You watch as Sam fawns over Morgan, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek. It warms your heart to see him so happy.

You turn around and reach into your pocket with your free hand to pull out your phone.

:you: i miss you

:harry: miss you too

:you: kiss nialler for me

:harry: not happening

:harry: cuddles only

:you: save the kiss for me

:harry: can't wait xx

You smile, putting your phone back in your pocket, and turn back around only to be met with two drinks down your shirt. Yours, and someone else's.

"What the-" You look up to see Ryan standing there, inches away from you.

"Oops!" He states.

"Ryan, what the fuck?" Natalie exclaims, scooting to stand next to you.

"Yo, dude, what was that for?" Levi asks.

"It was an accident…" Ryan rudely smirks.

"Just be chill." Levi replies.

"Nat's got you whipped, huh?" Ryan moves to wrap his arm around Levi's shoulder. "Gotta take her side all the time?"

"Ryan, chill." Levi scolds.

"Oh, speaking of being whipped… Y/N, looks like your famous fuck buddy is finding a new fling to fuck."

"What the hell are you talking about?" You snap.

He pulls out his phone and opens up Twitter, smirking as he pulls up a photo and turns his phone around. You see Niall and Harry at the club, with a girl sitting in between them. She has her head thrown back and one hand placed on each of their arms as she laughs. Niall is joining in a laugh, and Harry has a smile on his face, with his elbows resting on his knees as he looks at his phone.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and Natalie scoots next to you to take a look.

"Oh my god." She rolls her eyes. "That's Lou."

"Stop being such a dick, Ryan, and walk away." You state.

"I wouldn't be such a dick, if you weren't such a bitch!" Ryan shouts.

"Okay, no, don't talk to my sister like that!" Sam defends.

"Your sister is a slut, Sam!" He points at you, with his finger a few inches from your face.

"That's enough!" Sam shouts back.

Ryan's hands come up and shove Sam backwards into Morgan. Instantly, one of the staff members walks up and grabs Ryan by the arm, leading him away

"Fuck you guys!" Ryan shouts back to your group, before being forced out of the entrance.

"Oh. My. God." Natalie exclaims.

"I can't believe I was friends with that piece of shit." Levi wraps his arm around your shoulder.

"Me either." Natalie adds. "Are you alright, honey?"

You nod. "Yeah. Just want another drink… or two…"

"Y/N, maybe we should go…" Sam states.

"No! I'm not ending the night like that."

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<< HARRY'S POV >>

Harry's glad he came to Vegas with Niall. He likes having a break from the chaos of their schedule and all the controversy that's being created around the band's hiatus announcement. And he is glad that you're having your own fun. He knows you deserve it, too.

He does miss you though.

Harry pulls his phone out of his back pocket as it vibrates, and sees your name on the screen. He subtly smiles and motions to Niall that he is taking the call from you.

He walks into the hallway that leads to the bathrooms, and swipes to answer.

"Well, hello-"

"Harry!"

"How are you, love?"

"You're gonna get mad… pretty mad… hey, but you're pretty already!"

"Wha-..."

"That stupid asshole!"

"What happened?"

"Ryan was here… (Sam, stop, I'm fine)... He was such a dick!"

"What? What did he do?"

"I miss you… (For sucks fake! No wait, for fucks sake, Sam)... I just want to cuddle with you, H."

"Y/N, what did Ryan do?"

"It's stupid. He spilled his drink on me, and I don't know… other stuff. He pushed Sam… Sam, who isn't letting me walk home!"

"Baby, are you alright?"

"I'm drunk." He hears you giggle.

"I'm gonna come tomorrow."

"The margaritas were so goo-... Wait, what?"

"I'm gonna come tomorrow."

"No! I mean… yeah that was right, the right word. No!… enjoy Niall's birthday, I'm fine."

"Please go home with Sam."

"Harry…"

"Please. I love you, Sunshine."

"Okay. I love you too."

Harry hangs up, clenching his jaw as he stares at his phone. He walks back to the booth where the rest of the group are sitting.

"So, lover boy, did you need to send Y/N some goodnight kisses?" Louis jokes.

"That fucker Ryan was there." He grits his teeth as the words come out of his mouth.

Louis' eyes get wide. "Oh shit."

"She said he was being a dickhead to her and now she's completely wasted." Harry grabs his empty glass and his knuckles turn white.

"What're ya gonna do?" Niall asks.

"I'm sorry, mate. M'gonna pack and leave tomorrow. I've gotta be with her." Harry replies, running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, 'course! Take a swing at 'im for me!" Niall throws a punch in the air.

"M'not gonna hit him."

[Although it would feel really good]

"Damn." Louis chuckles.

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Sept 15th, 2015

You wake up in your childhood bed with a massive headache.

[Yeah, this time, not worth it]

You groan as you attempt to sit up, swinging your feet off the bed, and feeling someone on the floor.

"Good god…" Natalie growls.

"What happened last night?"

"Margaritas." She grabs her head and sits up. "Lots… of margaritas."

You squint as you finally open your eyes. You pick up your phone from the bed to check for any calls and texts you may have sent.

"I called Harry." You chuckle. "That had to be interesting."

"At least you didn't call an ex." She states.

"Oh god…" Your memory starts to come back. "Ryan."

"Oh shit, yeah… Ryan…" she scowls.

"Maybe that's why I called Harry." You pull in your upper lip as you press the call button. "Should probably check that out."

It only rings once before he answers.

"Hey Sunshine!" He exclaims.

"How are you always so chipper in the morning?"

"Coffee."

You groan and he chuckles.

"Crazy night, yeah?"

"You could say that… I called you, I guess?"

"Mhmm." He responds, and you can tell he is smirking.

"Oh god. I'm sorry." You bring your palm to your forehead.

"S'alright, love. It just let me know you'd need some breakfast burritos today."

"Right, so are you sending some from Vegas?" You giggle.

"Umm… yeah, something like that."

"No you didn't."

"I did. And they should be there any moment."

Suddenly you hear the doorbell ring.

"Rockstar and a psychic. We'll have to capitalize on that!"

You hear him quietly chuckle as you make your way to the front door.

"Enjoy your food, Sunshine."

"Thank you, H."

You swing the door open after hanging up, and almost drop your phone.

"Hey! What-... What are you doing here?"

"Delivering breakfast burritos." Harry grins, holding up a restaurant bag full of food.

"Wha-… umm… thank you!" You lean in for a quick kiss. "I don't understand though… you're here early…"

You move aside to let him in, biting your lower lip as you walk with him to the kitchen.

[So… Harry Styles is in your childhood home]

He takes a quick scan around as he puts the bag on the counter, giving you a chance to take in the sight of him. He's just wearing a polka dot button up and jeans, but he looks delicious.

"This is exactly what I thought this home would look like." He states, looking back at you with a smile.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist. "I'm happy you're here."

"Me too." He gives you a lingering kiss. "I hated hearing you so upset."

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath. "Oh god. Is that why you came early?"

"I don't want that wanker upsetting you ever again." He states, gritting his teeth as the words leave his lips.

"I don't plan on seeing him again." You shrug. "And what about Niall's party?"

"Niall understands. He told me… punch Ryan for him." He chuckles.

"Harry…" you clear your throat. "What about your meetings?"

"Easily rescheduled, love."

"Oh god." You pinch the bridge of your nose. "You didn't need to do that."

"Are you upset that I'm here?" He asks, placing his hands on your hips.

"No!" You wrap your arms around his neck. "I'm just upset that I made you feel like you had to be, and that you changed your plans for me."

"What?" He pulls his head back to look you in the eyes. "I want to be. Everything else can wait."

You pull him in for a kiss, moving your hands up his neck slightly to entangle your fingers in his hair.

"You come first." He whispers.

"I…" you stutter.

"I love you."

"I love you." You state, pulling away so that your lips are just barely touching.

"And I'll love you too if some of that food is for me." You hear from the kitchen entrance.

"Hey Nat." He reaches in the bag and hands her the tin foil wrapped breakfast.

"I knew I liked you." She chuckles.

"You just said you'd love me!" Harry exclaimed.

"It's getting there." She chuckles, taking a bite of the burrito.

"Yeah, okay…" he rolls his eyes. He grabs another out of the bag and hands it to you.

"I'm actually gonna take a shower first." You grab his face and give him three pecks on his lips. "Are you gonna be okay here with each other?"

"Yeah, I'll be alright." He replies with a chuckle.

"Oh, I was talking to Nat." You stick your tongue out between your teeth and head to the bathroom.

You take a quick shower, rinsing off the vibes from the night before.

You head back to the kitchen where you hear lots of chatting and laughing.

"... she wore them everywhere… it got quite annoying, but at least I knew where she was!"

"Oh my god." You utter as you turn the corner. Your eye catches Harry first, then Natalie, and then your mom. She's holding out a photo album and has it displayed in front of Harry.

"Hello Twinkle-Toes!" He grins, causing you to hit your palm against your face.

"Mom! Why?" You exclaim.

"No, this is good!" Harry states. "Now I know to get you tap shoes for Christmas!"

You glare as you walk over to stand next to him, closing the album, and feeling his hand immediately wrap around your waist.

"Christmas?" Your mom quietly asks.

"Yeah! Maybe we can coordinate to get a matching tutu!" He chuckles, opening the album back up and pointing to another one of your childhood photos.

Your mom subtly looks over and smiles your way.

"Well then." She clears her throat. "I'm glad you're here Harry. It's so nice to finally meet you, but I have to run some errands."

"I'd love to help, if that's okay?" Harry states.

Your mom's eyes widen as she shoots them over to you quickly before looking back at him. "Oh! Yes! That would be a big help. Thank you, Harry."

"F'course! You're the bride after all. Shouldn't be running around town."

You look up at him and a flood of adoration flows through you.

[Yup, perfect man to meet your mom]

You look back at your mom, who you can tell is holding off some tears as she looks over to you.

She clears her throat again and grabs the photo album. "Well, I'll put this away for now and I'll… just… take a nice long bath."

As she walks out of the room, Harry looks down at you with a big smile.

"Think I made a good impression?" He asks nervously.

"Are you kidding?" You rest both hands on his shoulders and stare into his gorgeous green eyes. "She might keep you here!"

"Ooh, then I could see more photos running around in your undies." He exclaims, causing you to smack his arm.

"You see that already." You smirk.

You hear footsteps around the corner, and your brother suddenly appears.

"I was told there are burrit-... oh!"

He stops in his tracks as he sees the two of you.

"Hello. I'm Harry." He reaches his hand out to shake Sam's.

"Umm, hi. I'm Sam, Y/N's brother." He replies, his eyes between your face and Harry's.

"F'course, she talks 'bout you loads." Harry hands him a burrito from the bag. "Here ya go, mate."

Sam unwraps the food and takes a big bite, humming as he nods.

"Alright, man. You're approved." He states, his mouth still full, and giving Harry a thumbs up.

"Oh, 'ppreciate it." He chuckles, then looks down to you. "So, what can I help with?"

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You run a few errands together, but mostly take Harry to different places around your town that have some significance for you. You take him to the local bakery where you fell in love with your mini tarts, and now sit on a bench in front of your favorite view.

"Okay, Edith is the best. I can't believe she's had the bakery for forty years." He takes a bite of his tart and lets out a pleased moan. "Never mind, I can fully believe it."

"She loved you! I was worried for a moment." You chuckle.

He swallows his bite. "I could go back there…"

"She has fake teeth, Harry." You reply.

"So this place…" he changes the subject as he looks out to the field of sunflowers in front of you.

"It's one of my favorite places in the world." You admit, looking down at the pastry in your hands.

"Why's that?" He asks, looking genuinely intrigued with that powerful stare when he gives someone his attention.

"They're beautiful." You clear your throat. "But, umm, they also represent a lot of good things."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like… happiness. And… optimism, and peace. I… I came here all the time after my father left."

Harry scoots even closer to you, grabbing one of your hands with one of his.

"Just looking at them made me feel… safe." You add. "That's why they're my favorite flower."

Harry squeezes your hand and gives you a tender kiss on the temple.

"Sunshine…"

"Yeah?"

"What did Ryan do last night?" He asks, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

"What? Why-"

"Last night, you said he did 'other stuff'. Please, I just wanna know."

"Umm…" you clear your throat. "From what I remember… he called me a bitch…"

You feel his hand clench tighter onto yours.

"He… umm… called me a slut, and…" Now you see his jaw clench and a knot starts to form. "Harry…"

"There's more?"

"He tried accusing you of cheating."

"What?" His chest starts rising and falling quickly, causing you to take deep breaths with him as your rub his hand with your thumb.

"He showed me a photo someone posted of you at the club." You see his eyes widen. "It was of you, Niall, and 'a girl' he thought you were flirting with."

"Y/N, I didnt-"

You squeeze his hand tighter now. "I know, H. Besides, it was Lou in the photo."

"Were you worried? Tell me honestly."

"Not even for a second." You smile, which causes him to grin. "H, I feel safe with you. And I trust you."

"I should've been ther-"

"Harry. Stop. Please don't do that. Not again." You take a deep breath to remove the small amount of anxiety that starts to creep its way in. "I'm fine, and I had people there to help. Natalie would've throw down if she had to."

You both chuckle.

"M'sorry, Sunshine. You're right. As long as you're alright, then m'alright too."

You look right into his eyes and can't stop the butterflies fluttering about. You're in your favorite place, with your favorite person, and everything just feels so right.

He rests the remaining piece of his tart on his lap and presses his hand on your cheek, gently placing his lips on yours. You match his movements and exhale heavily as his tongue slides inside your mouth.

He finally pulls away to catch his breath and rests his forehead against yours.

"I think this is now one of my favorite places in the world too."

~~~~~

Sept 18th, 2015

Things have been so sweet and simple with Harry around this week. You've had family hangouts every night, and Dave has become this biggest One Direction fan. You've watched movies as a family, and you've enjoyed laying on Harry's chest, both trying to steal handfuls of popcorn from each other's hands like you used to. Anything you do with him is wonderful, but being like this together has just grown your love for him.

The wedding tonight is going to be simple- in the backyard, chairs and tables for just a few close friends and family, with lights strung up- so there isn't much to do this morning.

You quietly wander out to the living room where Harry is asleep on the couch. You so desperately wanted to share your bed, but that twin mattress was just not allowing the two of you to do so.

You bite your lip, kneeling down next to him, as he lays on his back with one arm under his head. You gently place a kiss on his lips and notice a small smile start to appear.

"Mmm. G'morning Sunshine." He moans, sleepily.

"Everyone is asleep, wanna come to my room?"

With his eyes still closed, a small pouts appears on his face. "I don't fit on the bed, remember?"

"I wasn't suggesting we sleep…" you whisper, and his eyes immediately snap open.

You hold out your hand to get him off the couch, but he pulls you on top of him, causing you to giggle. He grabs the back of your head and passionately presses your lips together. He moans as you bite his lower lip and he bucks his hips up towards you.

"Come on." You whisper.

He lets you pull him up and lead him to your bedroom. He gently closes the door and makes his way over to sit on your bed.

You stand in between his legs as he runs his hands up and down your back, looking up and smirking.

You kneel down and tug on his shorts, causing him to lift up enough for you to slide them, and his briefs, down his legs.

He gasps as his cock springs up and you lick up his base.

"Fuck, Sunshine. M'so hard already."

You perk up and lean forward, kissing him lustfully as your hand grabs his base and you gently stroke him up and down.

"Oh my god." He breathes out. "I need to feel you babe, please."

You give him one last kiss and kneel back down, licking the tip of his cock. You open your mouth and slowly take him in.

"Mmm. I've missed you, like this."

You hum against him and he quietly moans out again. You take him deeper and he grabs your hair. You stroke your hand in rhythm with your mouth and use your other hand to cup his balls.

"Oh fuck." He grunts. "Fuck it feels good."

You remove the hand on his cock and take him all the way to the back of your throat. His legs shake from the sensation and he lets out a low moan.

"Shit, m'not gonna last… last much longer." He hisses as you take him deeper once again. You hum against him and cup his balls again.

"M'gonna… m'gonna cum… oh god Y/N… s-safe?"

"Mhmm." You agree, nodding slightly, and he grips your hair tighter.

"Fuck… m'gonna… oh, babe, fuck." He moans. You feel his muscles tense up and his cock start to throb as he releases all the way to the back of your throat. You massage your balls as he works through his orgasm, making sure you swallow everything he expells.

"Shit, m'sorry I didn't last longer." He states, placing his finger under your chin to look up at him, as he tries to catch his breath. "S'been too long since we've done things, and it felt so good."

You shake your head. "Don't need to be sorry, H. I just wanted you to feel good. Did you?"

His mouth drops open slightly and he frowns. "F'course I did, Sunshine. Now I want to return the favor…"

You suddenly hear the bathroom door shut and the shower turn on.

"Oh for fucks sake." He mutters, causing you to giggle.

"Rain check? Not that anyone cares, just… don't need my family hearing me scream your name." You wink, giving him a kiss on the lips as he nods and stands to bring his briefs and shorts up.

"Fucking hell, Y/N, don't say that shit. Can't go out there with m'dick standing at attention."

You both chuckle and you pull him in for another intense kiss, before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bedroom.

You make it to the kitchen to look for some breakfast, not finding many choices. As you close the fridge, you turn around to see Harry standing behind you and smirking.

"What?" You giggle, feeling a little blush rush to your cheeks.

"It's just nice doing normal things with you." He smirks again, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. He slides one hand up from the back of your neck, into your hair, and presses his lips against yours.

He suddenly smacks your ass and you pull away, giggling. "Speaking of normal… there's basically nothing here for breakfast. I'm thinking we should go back to Edith's to grab some coffees and pastries for everyone?"

His eyes grow wider. "Yes! Maybe I can finally get her number!"

You let out a big laugh. "And then maybe I can get free baked goodies!"

~~~~~

<< HARRY'S POV >>

The ceremony was short and sweet. He loved watching you standing up at the front, in your short and flowy pink dress, smiling as you listened to the vows. It sort of reminded him of his mum's wedding to Robin.

The reception isn't over-the-top either. They have kept it intimate, with a short list of guests, and a small buffet to indulge in. It all seems perfect for them.

Harry sits down next to you to eat, and places his hand on your thigh. He sees you look over at him and wink.

"I love you." You whisper to him.

"I love you too." He replies, feeling the flutter in his heart.

[He loves those words leaving your bright, beautiful lips. Those words that only he gets to hear, at least being spoken with that meaning]

He can't remember if he's always been so sappy, or if the wedding is bringing it out in him, but he knows he's never felt this way about anyone else.

Once the plates are cleared, the local DJ they've hired announces that it is time to dance. He feels your hand grab his as you try to pull him up.

He chuckles. "I feel like you should know me better than that…"

"Boo, you snooze." You poke your tongue out at him. "You at least owe me a slow dance!"

"Deal." He chuckles, as you walk away.

He watches you laugh with your mom, and embarass Sam when you dance with his girlfriend.

He loves seeing you happy, and free, and fully yourself.

[He can't believe he almost missed all of this]

He shakes the thought out of his head before it takes over him too much.

He pulls out his phone and rests his elbows on his knees, unlocking the screen and finding the camera. He presses the button to start recording, wanting you to have these memories forever, and so he can keep them too. Something he can go back to whenever he misses you. Just like the one he recorded the night of the rooftop party.

He notices Dave headed his way, and he stops the video, returning his phone to his pocket.

Dave takes a sit next to him and gives him a quick pat on the back.

"Having a good time, Harry?"

"Yes. Thank you for letting me be a part of it." He replies.

"Well, you're a big part of Y/N's life, and she's a big part of Maureen's, which means she's a big part of mine too."

Harry nods.

"You know, Harry, I had known a lot about Y/N before I finally met her, which was only about seven months ago…" he looks over at you and his new wife, displaying a big smile across his face. "But Maureen says she's never seen Y/N so happy. And I can see it too. So, thank you."

Dave smiles at Harry then rests his hand on Harry's shoulder. They both look over to you and your mom, twirling around on the dancefloor.

"I can't imagine my life without this little family of theirs." Dave states softly.

Harry looks down again, clearing his throat as he starts feeling a blush form on his face. "Yeah, me… me either."

[And he never wants to again]

"We're two very lucky men, Harry."

"Yes. Yes we are, Dave."

"Hey." Dave whispers. "I was going to pick a song to play for them, want to help me?"

Harry smirks. "I'm in."

~~~~~

As you twirl around the dancefloor with your mom, you glance over to where Harry and Dave were just sitting, but frown when you don't see either.

"This next song is a slow one folks, so grab someone you love and make your way to the dancefloor." The DJ announces.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, and twist around to see Harry grinning as he offers his hand to you.

"May I have this dance?"

"I thought you don't like to dance." You reply.

"I owe you one, remember? I like dancing only if it's with you…"

"I think that was the cheesiest thing I've heard come out of your mouth!" You giggle.

"Wanna dance or not?" He asks, following up by sticking his tongue out at you.

You bite your lower lip and nod, resting one hand in his and the other on his shoulder, scooting in close to his body. His scent and his warmth are always so comforting, and he looks good in his white button up shirt with the blue leafy print. You are grateful you allowed yourself to feel things again, because this is the best you've ever felt.

[Cherished. Like how your mom feels with Dave]

As the first chords of the song play and lyrics come through the speakers, your eyes widen and they stare into his.

I've figured it out

I've figured out from black and white

Seconds and hours

Maybe we had to take some time

"Oh my god, tell me you did not request to play this…" you chuckle.

"Actually, I didn't. Dave did. He's a big 1D fan, y'know."

You and I

We don't wanna be like them

We can make it til the end

Nothing can come between

You and I

You turn around to see your new step-dad swaying with your mom, as he sings the lyrics to her. He looks over and nods towards the both of you.

I figured it out

Saw the mistakes of up and down

Meet in the middle

There's always room for common ground

You look back to Harry and let out a happy exhale. You move your hands to wrap around his neck, and rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his cheek rest on the back of your head. He throws his hair up into a bun and proceeds to wrap his arms snuggly around your waist, as if he never wants to let go.

He quietly sings the second chorus to you, and tears start to appear in the corners of your eyes. You tighten you hold on him and sing along.

[This is one of the most rom-com moments you've ever had, but you don't want to be anywhere else]

We can make it if we try

You and I

Oh you and I

You lift your head and bring his head forward to plant a passionate kiss on his lips

"I love you, Sunshine. Always."

"I love you too, Rockstar. Never a question."

~~~~~

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impishtubist · 3 years

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for the ask meme: "tell me what's wrong" for sirius & harry!

Okay, this one got way out of hand, so I'm putting most of it under a cut. Thank you for the excellent prompt! CW for the Dursleys being terrible to a child, but don't worry, Sirius makes it better :)

18. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Petunia Dursley opened the door and said, “He doesn’t want to go with you.”

“What?” Sirius stared at her in disbelief. In six years, Harry had never refused a weekend with Sirius. “Why?”

“How am I supposed to know?” she huffed. She reluctantly stepped back to let Sirius in; he couldn’t remember the last time he had been allowed in the house. Whenever he came for Harry, he had to wait on the doorstep until Harry came outside. “I don’t care what you say to him, but get him out of here before Vernon comes home. I will not have him stay here and ruin our weekend.”

Sirius bit down hard on the inside of his cheek and brushed past her. Six years. Six years of holding his tongue (and leaving his wand in his motorbike) around Harry’s foul relatives so they wouldn’t revoke his right to have Harry for a weekend once a month. Six years of playing nice while he slogged through both the wizarding and Muggle court systems, pursuing any avenue that might allow him custody of his godson. He wanted nothing more than to hex the Dursleys into next week, but he was no good to Harry in prison.

He made his way upstairs to the smallest bedroom, where Harry had a bed and a desk and not much else. Sirius had learned early on to keep most of Harry’s things at his own house, lest they be destroyed by his cousin. He knocked on the door.

“Haz, it’s me. Can I come in?” he asked softly.

A tiny voice said, “Yeah.”

Harry was sitting on his bed, his hands folded in his lap, quiet and still the way no seven-year-old should be. Sirius crouched in front of him.

“Hey, buddy,” he whispered, putting a hand on Harry’s knee. “Your aunt says you don’t want to come with me this weekend.”

Harry wouldn’t meet his eyes. He sniffed and shook his head. “No. I’m gonna stay here.”

“You know that I would never force you to do something you don’t want to do,” Sirius said. “But tell me what’s wrong? Please?”

Harry’s lip wobbled, but he shook his head. Sirius’s heart broke for him.

“Harry, please,” he whispered. “Just tell me what’s wrong, and if you still want to stay here, that’s fine. I won’t force you to come with me. I promise.”

He held up his pinky finger, Harry still being at the age where a pinky swear was the most solemn promise one could make. Harry tentatively clasped his finger, then slid off the bed and padded over to his desk. Sirius stood and followed him. Harry pulled open the top drawer.

“I’m sorry, Siri,” he whispered, tears filling his eyes. “I didn’t mean to.”

On Harry’s third birthday, Sirius had given him a framed picture of James and Lily holding their newborn son. It had sat on Harry’s bedside table ever since. Harry loved this picture. He brought it up nearly every time Sirius saw him, wanting to know about the day he was born and the parents he had never known. Sirius had lost count of the number of times he had told Harry the same story, and he’d happily keep telling it for the rest of his life.

The frame was now broken, the glass shattered, the picture ripped in two. Sirius knew at once that this wasn’t Harry’s doing--even if he’d accidentally knocked over the frame, that picture had been ripped by human hands, and Harry would never have done such a thing.

“Harry,” Sirius said, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible, “what happened?”

“I was bad.” Tears were flowing down Harry’s cheeks now. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” Sirius sank to his knees so he could properly look Harry in the eyes. “You are not bad, Harry. Who did this to your picture? Was it your cousin?”

Harry shook his head. Sirius’s heart sank. It was one thing for a spoiled, entitled child to ruin Harry’s things, but an adult being purposely cruel to Harry…

Well, what did he expect?

“Was it your aunt?” he pressed, and when Harry shook his head again, he asked, “Your uncle?”

Slowly, very slowly, Harry nodded. Sirius let out a slow breath.

“Tell me what happened,” he said.

“Broke a glass,” Harry whispered, breath hitching as he fought back sobs. “I didn’t mean to. And Uncle Vernon s-said that I should--that I should know how it feels to have my things broken, since I keep--I keep breaking theirs. S-so he broke it. And he--he ripped the picture. Padfoot, I’m sorry.”

“Baby,” Sirius said, pulling Harry into his arms, “you didn’t do anything wrong. Is that why you didn’t want to come with me this weekend? You thought I would be mad at you?”

Harry nodded against his shoulder, and Sirius didn’t think he had anything in his heart left to break, but oh, he was wrong. He sat on the floor and settled Harry in his lap, trying to console the sobbing child while his mind raced. This couldn’t go on. He had spent six years playing by the rules, doing everything the right and proper way, and what had it gotten him? James and Lily’s son having to live with people who hated him, who were cruel to him, who starved him of love and affection. What good did playing by the rules do when Harry was miserable?

Sirius took a deep breath, clarity settling over him and calming his frayed nerves as he came to a decision. He was about to do something very, very stupid, and Dumbledore was going to be furious.

Good.

“Harry,” he said, “how would you like to go camping with me and Uncle Moony this weekend?”

Harry looked up at him, face blotchy, eyes overbright. “R-really?”

“Really, Haz. I’m not mad at you at all, and I still want you to come with me this weekend.” And forever. “You know that special backpack I got you, the one that’s bigger on the inside?”

Harry nodded, wiping his cheeks.

“I want you to get that, and fill it with all your favorite things that you have here. Any shoes or clothes or books or toys.” There weren’t many here at the Dursley house, but Harry had a few belongings that he liked. “It’s going to be a special camping trip, where we take all of our favorite things with us. Okay?”

While Harry hurried off to pack up his things, Sirius went back over to the desk and peered down at the shattered frame and tattered picture. He regretted leaving his wand in his motorbike, because it would have been faster to use it, but a few passes with a wandless repairing spell was enough to restore the picture to pristine condition. He then repaired the frame and slipped the picture back inside.

“Here,” he said, putting it in Harry’s backpack. “We’re going to take that with us as well.”

“Really?” Harry’s eyes were wide.

“Absolutely. You ready to go?”

Harry nodded, and Sirius did one last pass of the room to make sure nothing important had been forgotten. Satisfied, he took Harry’s hand and led him downstairs. A scowling Petunia waited by the door, no doubt to make sure with her own eyes that Harry left.

“We’ll see you Sunday night at the usual time,” she said briskly. Sirius always kept Harry as late as he could get away with, dropping him off at Privet Drive well after dinner.

“See you then,” Sirius said. That gave them a two-day head start--he could work with that.

Outside, he got Harry settled in the sidecar with his helmet on, then swung his leg over the bike and started the engine. When they were high in the clouds over Surrey, Sirius had relaxed enough to start planning ahead, instead of reacting. The first step was to stop at his place in Islington to pack some necessities for them both. Then, the two of them would head to Remus’s and enlist his help, preferably by taking him away with them. Sirius could only imagine how that conversation was going to go.

Hey Moony, I may have just kidnapped our godson and now we probably have to flee the country before they realize what I've done and start looking for us, want to come with?

Beside him, Harry gave a whoop of laughter, and Sirius grinned. Whatever happened now, it would be worth it, as long as Harry was happy.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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smoke and mirrors

⇢ richkid!tom x richkid!reader ⇠

w/c: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, drinking, light angst, and implied smut

summary: because of your mother’s insistence on a pristine family image and tom’s messy one, you deny your true feelings for him

a/n: ok ok ok the pics of tom in monaco really made me think and i had to get everything out of my system so here we are! thank you and enjoy x

your living room is engulfed by a hushed chatter that comes from far too many guests. half the people, you hardly know. it’s overcrowded, superficial, and the last place you want to be. it’s one of your mother’s get-togethers, as she likes to call them. these things are always far from the casual affairs they sound like.

weeks go into planning, caterers and decorators making themselves at home in yours. the family’s image is everything to your mom, so being a good hostess is her top priority. ironically, she’s more concerned with throwing her gatherings than raising you. so much for family, huh?

the only reason you agreed to make an appearance tonight is that tom might do the same. he’s a really good friend, someone you’ve been able to count on through all the mess that is your lives. you met in high school, when he moved from london to the states. his dad was offered a job promotion he couldn’t pass up. plus, tom and his brothers would be receiving a stellar private education here in america.

it was a win for everyone, especially you. the freckle faced boy who got lost on his way to english class became your closest confidant. tom’s company is such a sweet escape. he’s not interested in opera or the stock market like most people you meet are. he sneaks you out to go on walks at dawn and does shots with you until you can’t stand straight.

as you two continue to grow together, revelations about yourselves have come to light. what you want beyond your inheritances, who you want beyond friendship. you figured out the second part on a faithful night recently. tom showed up to your place with a bottle of tequila. after you drank it down through lots of lime chasers and giggles, he kissed you. you didn’t kiss back.

your heart said to go for it, but your mind pulled you back in. you were so shocked and overcome with new feelings, you froze up. that, and you’d infuriate your mother. although she cares about tom a great deal, she loathes his public figure. he’s always getting papped in places and with people he shouldn’t be. the two of you together would just destroy her.

you still want to please your mom at the end of the day, no matter how deep under your skin she gets.

tom immediately apologized and tried play it off as him being drunk. you grew up with him, became part of each other’s families, which means you know him well enough to know he was lying. he meant every second his lips were on yours.

what you need to do now is something you’ve meant to for a while. the only problem is that you’re stuck at your mother’s party, and tom hasn’t shown up yet.

“y/n, darling,” your mom calls for your attention. she’s dragged you into a conversation with some bloggers, but you haven’t spoken a word. “why don’t you tell us about your trip to spain last summer?” she plasters on her award winning grin and squeezes your shoulder. it’s time to play along.

“oh, it was beautiful,” you halfheartedly reply, more to the bloggers than her. they nod in clear interest. one jots down notes. “we went for a few weeks and visited a bunch of different cities. i’d love to go back sometime.” the typical press formatted answer earns your mom’s approval. you’re off the hook. your eyes start to wander around the room, hoping to set on tom.

“we?” the woman taking notes asks. must everyone pry? “my friend and i,” you shortly reply. you’re standing up on your tiptoes to see over the crowd. you’d think six inch heels would do the trick. “i’m actually looking for him right now, so if you’ll excuse me,” you offer a polite smile and silently pray they won’t ask who. unfortunately, your wishes don’t come true.

the other blogger, a short and stubborn man, speaks up. “just a friend you say? come on, tell us. who’s the lucky fella?” he inquires. your mother raises a firm eyebrow, signaling for you not to.

tom has a reputation for his reckless behavior. it’s your mom’s worst nightmare when the media associates your names under most circumstances. you’re representing her, so she does whatever she can to control how you’re seen. you’re constantly in the papers, being a young socialite and all. it sucks.

“he’d like to stay out of the tabloids, sorry,” you cover for tom, on your mom’s behalf. “i should really go. it was nice meeting you.” the bloggers don’t bother to hide their disappointment as you shake their hands. your mother rubs your back in approval. “thank you for doing that. we’ll talk later,” she speaks lowly. “bye, mom!” you practically make a run for it.

weaving through the sea of people, you end up by the main entrance. it’s hard not to get lost even though it’s your house. the place is packed with girls just a couple years older than you, wearing pearls around their necks. men’s strong colognes flow through the air. you’re in a form fitting red slip dress and louboutins yourself.

smoke and mirrors is what they call it. you show the pretty parts to distract from your ugly ones.

harrison suddenly comes waltzing in with a lady on either of his arms. you’d expect nothing less. he’s tom’s best friend besides you, considering the failed kiss attempt didn’t change that. their parents worked at the london branch of the same company. they each came to the states and met you. you happily introduced them to your world, helping to make it theirs as well.

“haz!” you meet him at the front door. he’s smirking while he leads the women inside. “fancy seeing you here, isn’t it?” he jokes. “very funny. i died laughing,” you deadpan, curiously eyeing harrison’s plus two. they merely giggle. “listen, have you seen tom anywhere? if he’s coming.” you’re fighting back a frown. “why wouldn’t he be?” harrison questions in a more serious tone this time.

“long story. you have guests to entertain, so i won’t get into it now,” you decide and manage a small smile instead. he perks up. “right. i’ll let you know if i see him?” nodding, you give him a wave goodbye. “enjoy yourself.” “you too, love. cheers!” the girls lean into him, harrison wiggling his eyebrows at you. he’s ridiculous.

hours pass by without word of tom. it isn’t like him to miss an event, especially if you’re in attendance. you despise these exhausting nights, and he’s supposed to be your rock during them. he should have his arm draped around your shoulders, whispering silly remarks to you while you hide out somewhere. you miss him more than you thought possible.

you’re just about to give up when you spot nikki ushering her husband inside. behind them follows tom, clad in a grey checkered suit with his locks perfectly tousled. he’s here. you waited the whole night, and he finally came.

tom kisses his mom on the cheek before strutting over to the drink table, not without a few reporters hassling him. they’re probably looking for another holland scandal to break. he declines their requests for comments on this and opinions on that, instead pulling up a chair next to harrison. the two exchange hugs and fix themselves glasses of champagne, you watching their encounter.

harrison fills tom in on the drama he’s missed tonight while they sip their drinks. tom keeps forcing smiles that don’t reach his eyes. he’s fiddling with his fingers, leg bouncing up and down steadily. those are the telltale signs he needs saving. however awkward it may be, you’re going to have to break your silence. it was bound to happen eventually.

“mate, i’m telling you. she fit her entire first right up her-“ “boys,” you cut into harrison’s story, greeting him and tom. his face tints deep pink upon your arrival. “don’t let me stop you. finish your charming anecdote,” you encourage him and subtly glance over at tom. he’s biting back a grin as he sets his elbows on the table.

“not with a lady present. let’s just… pretend you didn’t hear that,” harrison chuckles nervously and hops to his feet. “i’m gonna leave you two to chat.” humming, you move to take his chair. tom sucks in a breath. “what happened to the girls you brought?” you wonder. “they left. said they got bored,” harrison admits, tom stifling laughter. he elbows his friend for that.

“oh, fuck off. i’ll see you later,” he mopes, flicking your arm for good measure. tom salutes him and grabs his nearly empty champagne. “so long, bruv.”

it’s just you and tom now, seated side by side, silently so. he has no intentions of speaking first. he’s too embarrassed, and you don’t blame him. this is on you. you clear your throat before starting the conversation.

“can i top you off?” you tap the bottom of his glass with a tiny smile. tom shakes his head. “i’m alright, thanks.” he finishes the last sip and sets it down, turning to face you. your smile has vanished. “wasn’t sure you were gonna make it. i’m glad you did,” you change the subject. as if he’s considering the sincerity behind your words, tom furrows his eyebrows.

“mum wanted us to. she dragged me and dad straight off the golf course,” he explains and clasps his hands in his lap. his fingers interlock with each other. you fight off the urge to replace them with yours. “we would’ve been here sooner, but the paps are camped outside.” the hint of a smile forms on his lips, at last. “guess it’s not often you get the town’s finest under one roof.”

“you think i’m one of the town’s finest?” you tease, resting your chin in your palm. something flashes behind tom’s eyes. he looks right into yours, scooting closer. “absolutely. you’re the most eligible bachelorette in this whole building.” you allow a toothy grin to spread across your face. “tommy, stop it. you’re too nice to me.”

the nickname is music to his ears. tom looks you up and down, licking his lips simultaneously. “no, seriously. you look gorgeous,” he muses, you pushing at his chest. he exhales a breathy laugh, and you giggle yourself. “red’s definitely your color.” “reverse card. you wear it way better than i do,” you insist. your fingers tug at the collar of his suit. “too bad you didn’t match me.”

you’re relieved you two can talk like you usually do, light flirting and good vibes. it might not be so hard to put the kiss behind you. well, you can’t go on pretending it didn’t happen. you have to at least discuss the fiasco. tom should know why you didn’t reciprocate, then you can take it from there. whether he still has feelings for you, assuming he ever did, will depend on how that turns out.

“not to ruin the fun, but we still have to talk,” you murmur, tom’s body stiffening across from yours. he’s not sure he’s ready to discuss that. “can it wait? we’re at a party,” tom reminds you, running a hand through his styled locks. “yeah, my mother’s. don’t tell me you’re having a good time,” you playfully chastise him. he simply shrugs. “hardly. you’re the best part.”

you ignore the butterflies roaming about your body.

“you won’t mind a quick convo, then. it is with me,” you attempt to persuade him and place a hand on his knee. tom coughs a bit too loudly, the contact surprising him. “you know what? i think i’ll take you up on that drink first,” he decides with a mustered up smile. “coming right up.” you pat his leg before taking his glass. he chews on his lower lip while you poor the bubbling liquid. that was certainly… odd.

you slide tom his champagne back with an exaggerated wink. tom scoffs at this. “mm, thanks. care to join me?” he brings the alcohol to his lips, eyes never leaving yours. your mother specifically said no drinking tonight, since the press would be here. screw your mother, though. “please. could you hand me a glass?” you eagerly grab the champagne bottle. tom searches for an empty cup next to him.

you two are unspoken drinking buddies at this point.

“here you are, darling,” tom drawls, holding out the glass for you. every time he calls you that, you completely melt. “thanks, tommy,” you purr in response. you’re finally pouring your own drink when someone taps you on the shoulder, and hard. you look behind you to find your mother standing with her hands on her hips, less than thrilled. speak of the devil.

“hello, mother. can i help you?” you make sure to ask rudely. she responds with a smile that’s obviously fake. if tom weren’t here, you’d be getting scolded. “yes, my darling. those bloggers from earlier were hoping you’d finish your interview.” your mom shakes your shoulder in a motherly way. you squint up at her. “didn’t they leave hours ago-“ “they’re back,” she sharply informs you.

she’s lying, and you have a hunch as to why.

frowning, you hold tom’s hand in both of yours. “sorry, this won’t take long. why don’t you go find tuwaine?” you suggest instead. “he’s around here somewhere.” tom gives you an understanding nod and laces your fingers together, even if it’s only for a moment. “must be chatting up some producers or whatnot. i’ll see if i can help.” he’s such an incredible friend to everyone. he deserves the same from you.

“thomas, so lovely to see you,” your mom interrupts. tom stands up, kissing both her cheeks out of courtesy. “you, too. what a wonderful party. thank you for having us.” despite what the rest of the world believes, his manners are impeccable. “of course. give nikki my best, will you?” your mom puts her hands on his shoulders. he grins at her. “definitely. take care, mrs. y/l/n.” “always a pleasure,” she states, nudging you to come along with her.

you shoot tom one last apologetic look as your mother pulls you along and towards the crowd.

tom is no idiot. he’s well aware how she really feels about him.

when a swarm of guests is surrounding you, your mom lets go. you scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “why would you do that? i haven’t seen tom in days.” she sighs without a care. “isn’t it time you branch out? expand your social circle?” her manicured fingers ruffle your hair. you push away her touch. “i’m social enough. we were in the middle of something really important.”

you begin to walk away, but your mother takes your arm. “whatever you’re about to do, it’s a mistake. he’ll make a fool of you,” she practically spits. yanking your arm from her grasp, you laugh bitterly. “of me, or of the family name? look around, mom.” you gesture to the spot beside her where your dad should be. “as far as i’m concerned, i have no family except tom. i’m gonna go check on him.”

you’re gone before your mom can stop you. she simply stands there, utterly mortified by what you said.

you run around the house to find tom, stumbling in your heels and not giving a fuck. you’d truly meant the part about him being your family. all the holland’s, honestly. they’re the most genuine and caring souls, and you don’t want to lose the one you’re closest to because of your mother’s delusions.

tom is in a circle with harrison and tuwaine, the three of them chuckling amongst themselves. you’d hate to bug him, but this can’t wait anymore.

“uh, tom?” you mumble his name, appearing behind him. he steps away with another quiet laugh. “hey, y/n/n. that was quick, hm?” your face gives away your distress. his whole demeanor shifting, tom reaches for your hands. “what is it, love? is something the matter?” “just… come with me,” you croak out.

you manage to smile at harrison and tuwaine, dropping one of tom’s hands so you can lead him upstairs. they each return the smile and share curious looks.

following behind you, tom keeps your hand tight in his own. he’d thought you were going to grill him about the kiss that barely happened. it seems like this is a much more pressing matter. his outburst of emotions can be discussed another time. now, it’s time to deal with yours.

you drag tom into the first room on the second floor, which is your dad’s study. he’s away on business this weekend, so he luckily couldn’t make the party. tom sits down in the office chair. you sit up on the desk, in front of him. your lip quivers the second his worried features come into view.

“y/n/n, what’s going on? why are we in here?” tom wonders, his tone soft. your heart clenches. “i- i wanted us to have some privacy when i told you this,” you sniffle out and blink back the tears forming. you’re sort of shaken from the conversation with your mother, and mostly because you have no idea how tom will react to your confession.

his hands come to stay on your thighs, right below your dress. they feel warm against your bare skin.

“tell me what? i’m listening, yeah?” tom gazes up at you with so much love. “lay it all out for me.” god, he’s fucking amazing. if only you knew where to start. “do you, um…” you trail off, letting your tears subside and words settle. “do you remember when your family made your big debut in town?”

a grin replaces tom’s frown, painting his beautiful face. “how could i forget? you made it quite memorable.” he traces circles on your thigh and elicits a giggle from you. “i spilled a whole thing of soda on your white fucking button down,” you recount with a lighthearted sigh. “right before your dad was supposed to introduce you to everyone, too.”

tom presses his tongue into his cheek to hold back another grin. “took ages to get it out. dad went mad when i didn’t show.” he cocks his head to the side, you leaning back on your hands. “you held me hostage in the laundry room so you could do that bloody stain stick.” your mouth drops open in mock offense. “i had to clean up my mess! i wasn’t gonna let the world meet you covered in pepsi.”

that was one of your earliest memories together. the holland’s threw a party and invited everyone who was willing to attend. they had been hoping to properly introduce themselves to the town, and this was their way of doing so. although yours and tom’s friendship was fairly new, you spent all night together because you had experience with such events.

tom’s dad was making a speech to thank the guests for coming. you and him listened from the snack table, until his name was called. he rushed to go up there while you were pouring yourself a drink. he’d bumped into you, and the bottle ended up all over him. you snuck tom right off to his laundry room.

you’d felt terrible as he stood there shirtless and blushing, you aggressively swiping his button down with a stain stick.

“why do you bring that up?” tom questions and continues circling your skin. you purse your lips. “i dunno. it was the last party i actually enjoyed,” you admit, putting your hand over his that rests on your thigh. “like to reminisce when i’m suffering through one of my mother’s.” his eyes shift to where your hands are laced. “i see,” he affirms. “so, is that… all you wanted to talk about?” “not even close,” you laugh out.

a burst of courage coursing through your body, you say it. “when you kissed me the other night-“ “i won’t do it again,” tom cuts in, trying to avoid the rejection he thinks you’ll give him. “it was a mistake, and i’m so sorry. our friendship is more important than my feelings.” you seem excited to hear that, though it’s not for the reason tom expects. “you do have feelings for me?”

he’d forgotten about his i was drunk excuse.

“um, yeah. i do,” he admits, cheeks rosy and lip caught in his teeth. “but, i’ll learn to put them aside, if that’s what’s best.” “no, no. it isn’t,” you dismiss him and put your free hand on his chest. “i love you, tom. that’s what i was really trying to tell you.” your words bring an instant grin to his face. he chuckles in disbelief, standing from the chair.

“fuck, thank god. that’s all i’ve ever wanted to hear.” he’s between your legs now, his hands moving up to your hips. you’re beaming at him as your arms snake around his neck. a burning question comes to tom’s mind. “hang on. why didn’t you kiss me back, then?” he almost whispers, thumb brushing over your hipbone. “this is gonna sound weird, but… my mom,” you reluctantly let out.

“you’re gonna have to elaborate,” tom prompts you and raises an eyebrow. you can’t hold back your eye roll. “she’s never been a fan of the person you are in the media.” his lips form a line. “i gathered.” your fingers tangle in his curls at the nape of his neck reassuringly. “i was subconsciously scared i would be letting her down in some way, if we were together.”

tom allows your hands to work their way up to his scalp. he exhales contentedly as you play with his ever so soft hair. “i understand, she’s intimidating. what’s changed that brilliant mind of yours about coming clean?” your nose scrunches up when he pokes one of your temples. “oh, yeah. i yelled at her earlier ‘cuz she stole me away from you.” his face lights up. “sexy.” “shut up,” you groan. “someone had to tell her off.”

“good thing it got to be you,” tom agrees with a squeeze at your hip. “‘m proud of you, y/n/n. it’s not easy, standing up to mummy dearest.” you tug on his hair. “like you’d know. nikki is a saint.” “that’s what she’ll have you believe,” he says under his breath, you gasping. his lips turn up in a smirk. “on that note… i love you, too.”

“would’ve been embarrassing if you didn’t say it back,” you acknowledge with a cheesy smile. tom dips his head down to rest his forehead against yours. “yeah, yeah. save the attitude for your mum.” your legs easily wrap around his waist, tom’s breath hot as it hits your face. “let’s give that kiss another go,” you mewl. he doesn’t hesitate to reply. “with pleasure.”

tom’s lips land on yours, you kissing back right away. he smiles into it as your lips gently move together. “about fucking time,” he grumbles, your hands situating in his chocolate curls once again. he’s savoring every second you touch him, kiss him, love him. the taste of your mouth is one he’s craved for longer than you could imagine.

it doesn’t take long for things to heat up, you messing with tom’s hair and tom rubbing your hips. you lay back on the desk as his tongue enters your mouth. holding you by your waist, tom hovers over you. his tongue tangles with yours in a deep kiss. between that and his fingers beginning to massage your thigh, you’re done for. you’re ready to take this a step further by the time he’s kissing down your neck.

“tommy?” you grab onto his shoulders, your head back. his lips detach from your skin with a grin. “yeah, love? ‘s everything okay?” he coos, pressing a final kiss to your collarbone. “more than.” you tilt his chin up to peck his lips. “you wouldn’t happen to have a condom, would you? just thinking ahead.” he laughs breathlessly, reaching into his suit pocket.

“conveniently enough, i do. not sure your dad would like me fucking you on his desk, though.” tom sets his hand on your leg that’s still hooked around his waist. “my room’s always available. carry me?” you make grabby hands and bat your lashes. he hoists you up by your waist, not lifting you just yet. “that would break the news of us, no? your mum’s gonna go apeshit.” he keeps his arms around you, chuckling.

“let her. besides, i know a couple of bloggers that would love to announce our status update.” you peck tom’s lips, grinning as you do. you’re suddenly in the air and being picked up by tom. the surprise of it makes you squeal, clutching onto his broad shoulders instinctively. he gives you the look of adoration that’s reserved for you only.

“we’ll go pop a few bottles with everyone, then we’re celebrating on our own.”

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heytherejulia · 3 years

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Misunderstanding ~ Tom Holland

pairing: dad!tom holland x mum!reader

warning: crying kid (?), maybe a little angst, mostly fluff

summary: Your daughter misses her dad but infinity war isn't the best idea to cheer her up

word count: 1,6k

You walked in home with a little girl who was holding a Spider-man plushie in your arms. You just got back from the Hollands, where Poppy spent several hours. While she was playing with her grandparents, you were on the online meeting with lovely girl from the next charity that the Brother's Trust would support in a future.

When you and Tom got engaged, you offered to take responsibility for meetings, events and that kind of stuff. You worked in a corporation, so such things like, setting details and dates were just completely natural for you. You also wanted to support your husband’s charity. You just wanted to give out good and help others as much as you could.

Therefore, when your husband was not home, you were in charge of those meetings. So when you were busy with that you left Poppy with Tom's parents. Now, due to the coronavirus, when everything had to take place over the Internet, you and your daughter spent a lot of time at Holland's. Dom and Nikki adored their granddaughter and daughter-in-law and were always happy to host you both, whether or not Tom was with you.

After you helped the four-year-old remove her shoes and jacket, Poppy ran into the living room, sat in the corner of the room, and began taking her toys from the basket and putting them onto the carpet. You took off your own coat and boots and entered the room.

“Come on, Pops, let's wash your hands.” The little brunette followed you into the bathroom and started washing her hands with your help, singing the intro of a Spider-man cartoon.

Poppy was a copy of her dad. Brown curly hair, big chocolate brown eyes, same nose, little freckles and same lips. And she definetely inherited the love for Spider-man from him. You weren't sure if it was because she actually liked it or because her dad was Spider-man.

“You know, mummy? I was taking photos of the flowers and butterflies with nanny. And there were so many of them. And then grandpa was playing with me and Tess. And nanny showed me pictures of daddy when he was tiny.”

After these words, there was a silence, as the girl was wiping her hands on her towel with Olaf from "Frozen".

“Mummy? Can I watch daddy's movie?” Little girl asked you with teary eyes. You were aware that she missed her dad, and watching his movies always made her feel better.

“Of course you can, buttercup. Come on, let's turn on daddy’s movie on the TV.”

“When is daddy coming home? I want to play with him with my hero's figures! And eat mac’n’cheese with him. And cuddle and watch cartoons with him.”

“Soon, princess. How about a little game now? If you find uncle Harrison in this movie, we'll go to him tonight and spend the whole afternoon with him and Aunt Gracie.” The four-year-old nodded vigorously and sat down in front of the TV, focusing all her attention on it.

You bustled around the kitchen and watched little Poppy while she watched “Avengers: Infinity War” on TV. Tom was in Berlin at the time, finishing the press tour for his next film. Currently he was waiting for his return flight to London.

Unbeknownst to you, he had managed to convince his menager to let him come back a week earlier than planned. Thanks to that he would be home in a few hours, because he wanted to surprise his favorite girls. Tom always missed home when he was away, but now that he was a father and husband it was even more difficult than when he was just a son and a brother.

When the check-in at the airport finally began, Tom put his phone in his pocket, taking one last look at his lock screen that showed you smiling and holding tiny Poppy in your arms.

At the same time, Poppy was watching a movie and cheered every time Tom appeared on the screen as Peter. After a while, you heard the little girl's happy voice.

“I saw uncle Haz! And I saw uncle Jacob!”

“Awww, that's great, honey! Are we going to uncle Harrison's place after dinner? Whaddya think?”

“YES!” The girl happily turned her attention to the movie again, while you were cooking pasta for both of you.

After a while, you heard a loud "NO" and Poppy's crying. You ran into the living room and saw a four-year-old in tears sitting on the carpet. You looked at the screen and saw Tony who was left alone on some other planet. You came up to the girl and hugged her to you.

"What's the matter, princess?"

"Da-da-daddy," she sobbed softly “daddy died.”

“Oh no, honey. Daddy was just pretending, you know? He's just playing.”

“But daddy died, uncle Rob stayed there all alone” You tried to explain to your daughter for a long time that her dad was fine, and this was just acting, but she did not want to listen to you. You were desperate and wanted Poppy’s constant crying to end. That’s why you decided to call Tom. You knew you would probably disturb some interview he was doing, but you had to calm your child down somehow.

“Hey, Poppy, look. We're gonna call daddy, right? We'll talk to him right away.”

The girl stopped crying for a moment and stared curiously at the phone. You dialed his number but your husband didn't answer, causing little Poppy to cry again. You tried to call him one more time.

“Come on, pick up.” But this time Tom didn't answer either. What you didn't know was that he was on the plane and he just couldn't pick your calls.

When the crying of the four-year-old intensified, you took the toddler off the floor and went with her to your bedroom and lay with her on the bed, trying to calm the little girl down. You thought maybe the smell of Tom's pillow could end Poppy's crying. After a while, your munchkin fell asleep and you moved her to her bed.

Tom came home late in the evening due to a flight delay, some kind of malfunction at the airport, traffic jams and the fact that he stopped by his family house for a while to say hello to his parents.

When he entered the living room, he saw you, dressed in your pajamas, consisting of his t-shirt and your pink shorts, no makeup, with a cup of tea, in your hand. You looked tired. You were watching some Netflix show so you didn't notice he was in the room.

“Hey darling.” You jumped up at the sound of his voice and ran to him. Tom laughed, pulling you closer to him.

“You were supposed to be back in a week.” You muttered into his hoodie.

“Surprise?” You hid your face in the crock of his neck.

“You could have told me.”

“I wanted to surprise my best girls.”

***

Later that night you and Tom began getting ready for bed, considering it was really late and the fact that you were both quite tired.

“How's my little princess?” Tom asked, walking into the bedroom, after he had stopped by Poppy's room to kiss her forehead goodnight.

"She missed you and then cried all afternoon because her daddy died in “Infinity War." I tried to soothe her in every way possible, but nothing helped until she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

“Oh, my baby.” Tom sighed sadly, thinking about your crying daughter and how hard it must have been for you to calm her down all by yourself. He felt guilty that he was not with you when both of you needed him the most.

“Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” He looked in surprise at you laying next to him.

“Don't blame yourself for not being with us. You couldn't be. Besides, I should have known Poppy is still too young for this movie.” Tom pulled you closer and pressed his face against your hair.

“We'll face it tomorrow, okay? Now let's sleep. Goodnight, darling. ”

***

Tom awoke from sleep when he heard Poppy’s crying on the baby monitor. Not wanting to wake you up, he quietly got up and headed for the little one’s room. He walked over to the bed and took the girl out of it.

“Hey, princess. It's okay, don't cry.”

It took the little girl a moment to realize that she was in her father's arms. Poppy, still crying softly, wrapped her tiny arms around Tom's neck and rested her head on his shoulder. He tried to lull her to sleep by stroking her back, but she seemed to have other plans. When Tom tried to put her in the bed, Poppy hugged him tighter.

“No.”

“Okay, little love, we'll go to mummy, right?”

You were awake when they entered the bedroom. Tom put the girl in the middle of the bed and lay down on his side. Poppy nestled against Tom's chest.

“Daddy died.” you and Tom exchanged glances.

“No, princess. I was just pretending, you know? I just played with Uncle Robert, exactly like you play princesses with mummy.

“So you didn’t disappear?

“No, honey. Everything is fine. I am here with you. I will always be.”

Tom leaned over and kissed the little girl on the forehead and pulled you in so that the free of you were cuddling.

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farfromharry · 3 years

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My Rapunzel | Professor!Dad!Tom fic

Summary: being a college professor means tom’s working from home in these difficult times, spending a lot more time with his angel of a daughter and his beautiful girlfriend, who by the way is definitely his favourite princess.

Word count - 6k

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Harrison paused right before he turned the handle on the door, turning to the girl with a sheepish, shy smile.

“Just a heads up, my best friend is probably teaching a class in here,” He warned. He’d told the girl before about how he lived with 3 of his friends, and one of them was a uni professor. So of course he’d be teaching from home in the current situation. “And, his daughter may also be running around somewhere.”

He noted the slightly surprised look that crossed her face. He’d tried to hold off bringing her to the apartment for as long as he could, specifically because he didn't know how she was with kids and he didn’t want to burden her with having to entertain Scarlett while they were meant to be hanging out.

Harrison absolutely adored Scarlett, he had from the day he met her and he never hesitated to help Tom out when he needed his help. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a handful at times, especially more recently when Tom hadn’t been able to give her his undivided attention.

He unlocked the door while making quiet conversation with the girl behind him, pushing on the wood and guiding her into the apartment.

Harrison knelt down on the hardwood floor in preparation for the incoming attack, hearing those tiny, sock covered feet padding towards him.

“Harrison!” she squealed, practically launching herself into his arms. He was happy to scoop her up, holding her against his chest with a smile. Her tiny arms wrapped around his neck, giving him a small hug as best she could.

The man noted the eerily quiet flat, worried that the girl had accidentally been left alone by her, at times, slightly irresponsible father.

Of course Harrison thought his best mate was an amazing dad, especially after he just had it dropped on him that he was a single father, but there were occasions where Tom did some pretty questionable and embarrassing things, the stories basically banned from being told within a 10 foot radius of the male.

“Where’s your dad, huh?” He gently pinched her cheek, making her giggle adorably and bury her face in his chest. He heard the quiet mumble, even if it was muffled by the material of his shirt.

“Working.”

Harrison rolled his eyes. “Is Uncle Harry home?”

She shook her head, looking over his shoulder at the pretty girl standing there awkwardly. Scarlett waved her little hand, flashing her a smile.

“Uncle Tuwaine?” He asked. She shook her head once again, finally receiving her wave back from the pretty woman. Harrison thought for a minute, deciding that he’d have to interrupt whatever Tom was doing to discuss this.

“You just take a seat, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he promised the girl. He carried Scarlett into her dad’s bedroom, a swift knock on the door making Tom’s head shoot up. Thankfully, it didn’t look like Harrison was interrupting a class or anything, meaning that Tom had no way to deny him time to talk.

“Can we talk?” he asked, motioning to the toddler in his arms. Tom nodded, pressing a few keys before halting his movements at his computer as he gave his best friend his full attention.

“Go ahead.”

“I was kind of counting on you not to be teaching today,” he stated. “So, I brought a girl over and now-”

Tom interrupted. “Now you don’t want to watch Scarlett.”

Harrison felt bad. It’s not like it was her fault, Tom was simply just a workaholic who never knew when to stop and that oftentimes meant he had to get his friends or his family to babysit. There were many times where Harrison had wanted to physically hit some sense into Tom so he’d spend more time with his daughter.

Ever since he began working at home it’s gotten even worse for the poor girl. She can see Tom, but she can’t see Tom and sometimes all the girl wants is a cuddle from her dad. There’s been a lot more temper tantrums due to her not being able to get any love from her dad when she wants it.

“Look I’m sorry, but I’ve been watching her everyday this week,” he complained. Scarlett didn’t know where to look, watching them both as they conversed.

Tom didn’t know what to do. He knew he’d only get distracted if he let her stay with him, but he didn’t want to put any more responsibility on Harrison, cause it wasn’t like Lettie was his kid.

Safe to say he was torn.

“Y/N should be here soon, can’t you just watch her until then?” he begged. Tom knew it probably wasn’t Harrison that was the problem, it was his lady friend. His best friend would look after the tiny angel in a heartbeat. She clearly came over to get some private time with the man and he could tell she wasn’t exactly thrilled when she learned she’d have to babysit for a few hours.

“Fine, fine, but don’t expect us to be playing dolls with her or anything.”

Tom grinned widely, placing a sloppy kiss on his daughter’s cheek, playfully hitting Harrison’s arm. The girl giggled, tucking her head in her uncle's neck.

“You’re a lifesaver man,” he said. “I have a class soon but if i’m done early then I’ll take her off your hands.”

The younger male nodded, looking at the child in his arms with a small smile, the same as the one Tom had while watching his little creation simply exist; he was utterly in love with her.

“Are you ready to go and spend time with your uncle Haz, Lettie?”

She cheered, nodding her head rapidly. Tom looked at his best friend with a ‘see’ kind of look and the blonde simply rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go.”

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“Okay so, you just need to write that out. I’ll give you around twenty minutes and then we’ll move on. Is that okay?” He received a few nods from some of his different students, flashing them a smile as he checked the clock so he knew when to tell them to stop typing.

“Do any of you mind if I just nip out to grab a drink?” He once again received a few nods from more or less the same people as last time. He smiled, excusing himself and heading out of his bedroom to the kitchen.

On his way he walked past the living room, scoffing at the sight in front of him. Scarlett was falling asleep on the chair while the tv played some disney film she’d seen a hundred times, one that Tom knew she didn’t really like all too much.

But there on the couch was Harrison and the girl engaged in what looked like an intense liplock. Tom had a right to be angry, but he didn’t know if now was the time to say anything. The blonde was more or less already annoyed with his friend and he didn’t need to give him any more reason why he should be.

He cleared his throat, announcing his presence to the three in the room. His bub just looked up at him through her long lashes, rubbing her eyes tiredly. While Harrison and the mystery girl just stared at him.

“Really? While Scarlett’s in the room too.” Harrison didn’t try and defend himself, but the look on the girl sitting next to him’s face, told him everything he needed to know. The sleepy girl in the armchair didn’t even know what was going on, having just seen the angry look on her dad’s face and the sheepish one on her uncles.

“Come on, angel.” He carefully picked her up, her head tucking into his neck while he held her on his hip. She shifted in his arms, whining tiredly at all the sudden movement.

“Daddy.” Tom kissed her cheek, his feet taking him to the kitchen to get what he originally came for. He opened the fridge with his free hand, grabbing a water bottle for himself and placing it on the counter, before grabbing the juice he’d put in there earlier for Scarlett.

“Bub?” he asked. She slowly lifted her head, looking up at her dad with her large brown eyes, the same ones that resembled his. “Can you hold your juice for me?”

She held the sippy cup in both of her tiny hands, letting her dad carry her back to his room. He sighed when he closed the door, realising he’d have to have her with him during the rest of his class. He sat back down and it turned a few heads, the teens furrowing their eyebrows at the sudden sight of a young child in their professor’s camera view.

He placed the water bottle and juice on his desk, adjusting Scarlett on his knee so she was more comfortable.

“Is it okay if my daughter sits in for a bit everyone?” There was a chorus of agreement, some students cooing over the little girl sitting on their professors knee. Scarlett grew shy, tucking her head into her dad’s chest so they all couldn’t see her blushing face.

Tom smiled, hand coming up to hold her head to his chest. He mindlessly played with her curls while he explained how to get started or gave a bit of influence on what to put to some of them that were struggling.

Scarlett was beginning to get fidgety, her hands clutching at her dad’s shirt. Tom knew these were all signs of when she got sleepy, wanting to take a nap.

“You tired bub?” She nodded her head, tiredly rubbing her eyes with her fists. Tom kissed her head, grabbing a loose hairband from off his desk to tie her curls back.

Some of the girls in the class swooned when Tom started to brush the girls hair back with his fingers, tying it into a loose ponytail at the back of her head.

“Take a nap, s’okay.” She nodded, asking her dad to grab her teddy bear for her, the one she always seemed unable to fall asleep without. It was sitting on the end of Tom’s bed, the man easily reaching over the desk to grab it for her.

She happily clutched it to her chest, snuggling further into her dad’s warm chest. He placed a quick kiss on her hair as he watched her eyes flutter shut, a small smile lingering on his lips.

“Ten more minutes everyone.” His hand was still resting against Scarlett’s head, his thumb rubbing the area of her temple gently. People had begun finishing, starting to ask Tom the most random questions about Lettie and more specifically why they’d never met her before. “She’ll have to join us more often then.” He placed a quick kiss on her head before announcing he was going to end the lesson early, let his students go do whatever they wanted for the rest of their afternoon.

“Have fun, goodbye all.” With a wave and a few clicks of his mouse, the call had ended. Tom sighed, watching as people began handing in the essays they’d just been working on, the ones that Tom needed to grade and give improvements on before Friday, today was only Tuesday.

Tom’s phone suddenly pinged with a text notification, making him startle for a second, the man reaching over to grab it to see your contact name lighting up his screen.

Chinese for dinner? Can pick it up later on my way back x

Yes please, you’re a delight love x

He smiled as he set his phone back down, planning on finishing marking the rest of his class’ work before he finished for the day. Now you and Tom didn’t actually live together, yet, but you often stayed over to help with anything, including the toddler you adored.

Scarlett was still pleasantly sleeping in her dad’s lap, for how much longer he didn’t know, but her breathing was steady and even, as she dreamed about whatever three year old’s dreamt about.

She eventually shifted a little while later, letting out an adorable tired sound from the back of her throat as she stretched with a sleepy yawn.

“Hi dove, did you sleep okay?” He brushed some stray hair out of her face, letting her take a minute to wake herself up. She eventually nodded her head, letting out a little sassy huff as she looked up at her dad.

“I don’t like uncle Haz’s friend,” she complained, jutting out her bottom lip into the cutest little sad face. He had to refrain from giggling at her, hiding his smile by faking a pout, but his eyes held so much amusement. “Why not?”

“I wanted to watch Tangled a-and she made us watch chicken little,” she ranted.

She was clearly getting worked up over this, more than she needed to anyway, tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of the movie that had given her nightmares before. Tom fully knew how much she hated that film, he was the one who’d had to hold her when she cried, and he was slightly frustrated that Harrison hadn’t said anything against watching it.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around her small frame, giving her a big squeeze. “I’m sorry, bub, she does sound like a meanie.”

That made her giggle, making Tom’s heart flutter.

He glanced between the ungraded work on his computer screen and the small girl in his arms, deciding that making her happy was more important than marking someone’s work early, he had days before it had to be done anyway.

Scarlett clung to him like a koala when Tom abruptly stood up from his desk chair, “Where are we going?” She asked.

“You’re going to sit here,” He said, emphasising his words by placing her down on his bed. “While daddy gets changed, and then we can watch Tangled together.”

She squealed excitedly, finding it hard to sit still as Tom grabbed some clothes and headed to his bathroom to change.

A few minutes later he was done, heading back into his room to find his angel bouncing in anticipation as she very incorrectly sang the words to her favourite Tangled song.

“Woah, is that Rapunzel singing?” he teased, poking one of her chubby cheeks as she giggled.

Tom set the movie up with a very impatient three year old beside him, constantly rushing him telling him to hurry up.

He seated himself against the pillows after he’d pressed play and let her get comfortable against his chest, making sure she had her Pascal teddy in her arms ready to watch; something she had to do every single time they watched the movie.

Scarlett had sang to every single song that had played so far, even coaxing Tom into singing a few with her when she decided he must be flynn.

Near her favourite scene, which was obviously the boat scene, Tom’s bedroom door was opened and Harry waltzed in with a greeting.

He stood there for a few minutes just watching the movie with them, the same movie he’d seen a countless amount of times and he probably wouldn’t admit it but he did actually love it.

He found it a little strange that they were watching it in Tom’s room, when normally they’d have it at a high volume in the living room for everyone to hear, even the neighbours.

“Why are you in here?” he asked, pointing to the smaller tv than what was in the living room. Tom sighed, trying to whisper so he wouldn’t bother the angel watching the film, because there’s no doubt she would have some kind of sassy remark to shut him up.

“Harrison was with a girl, she terrorised the munchkin with chicken little.”

Harry found that sentence quite amusing, and to be fair to him the girl was scared of a cartoon chicken, letting out a loud laugh that had Scarlett aggressively shushing him. He apologised sheepishly, biting his lip to contain his smile at the bossy child.

“Well if my favourite girl isn’t going to love me, I guess I’ll go then,” he pouted, making grabby hands at her to try and get a hug.

She looked between the film and her uncle Harry like it was the hardest decision in the world, solved by Tom simply pressing pause.

“Thank you, daddy.”

She ran across the bed until she was standing in front of Harry, throwing herself into his arms so he had to catch her. He chuckled, holding her tightly and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“How are you, munchkin?”

She buried her head in his neck. “ ‘m good.”

With a teasing growl Harry pried the girl off of him and dropped her on the bed, listening to the way she giggled loudly, her cheeks hurting from how wide she was grinning at her uncle. Harry would of course argue her favourite uncle, but Sam, Paddy, Tuwaine and Harrison would all have something to say to that.

“Will you watch Rapunzel with us?” she asked. Harry could never say no to those big doe eyes, nodding his head with a small sigh.

“Only if I get to sing Flynn’s parts,” he bargained. Tom scoffed, turning his head towards his younger brother with evil eyes.

“Deal,” Scarlett whispered.

“But I thought I was Flynn?” Tom pouted, pulling his bub into his lap with puppy dog eyes to try and guilt trip her. She rolled her eyes, catching Tom slightly off guard for a second. She giggled at him, poking his cheek like he always did to her.

“He’s not really daddy, don’t be selfish.” Harry snorted, covering it up with a cough when Tom sent a glare in his direction.

“Yeah, don’t be selfish Tom.”

»»——⍟——««

“I’m here and I have food,” you announced, carrying the bag in your left hand while you carried your phone and keys in the other. Harrison was the first one in the kitchen. You thought he was taking the bag from you so you didn’t have to struggle carrying it, but it turns out it was only to start rummaging through the food.

He laid out the different containers on the counter, grabbing his and popping them open like he was a starving man.

“Hello to you too.” He flashed you a smile, eating something from inside one of the boxes before he pressed a friendly kiss to your cheek as his greeting. He scattered away back to his room almost as quickly as he came out of it, taking his food with him with a quick thank you.

A grin grew on your lips as you watched your boyfriend enter the kitchen, unlike Harrison, heading straight to greet you, his lips puckered already.

“Missed you.” He pecked your lips softly, your lips lingering for a little bit longer than they normally would and that pretty much told him all he needed to know.

He pulled back from the kiss, lifting his hand to rest on your cheek, slowly stroking just under your eye where he could clearly see how tired you looked. They fluttered shut with a sigh, allowing yourself to embrace the feeling of Tom’s gentle touch. “You okay?”

You hummed unconvincingly, a frown growing on Tom’s face. His hand slipped into your hair, gently pushing your head forward until your cheek was resting against the soft material of his turtleneck.

“D’you want to talk about it?” He asked, swaying the both of you as you embraced each other. He felt you shake your head, tightening your hold around his torso. The two of you paid no mind to the food for a few minutes as you hugged, deciding that it wasn’t going anywhere.

Only did you pull away when you heard two lots of footsteps heading in your direction. Light ones that were much quicker in their steps, obviously Scarletts, and then heavier ones that were much calmer and slower, probably Harrys. Tom was reluctant to let go of you, kissing your forehead when you were no longer in his arms.

He busied himself with getting everyone’s food dished out onto the correct plates, taking much more time with Scarlett’s than he did anyone else's.

He had to make sure it was on her designated kiddie plate that she always used. The one that was divided into different sections for her different bits of food.

“D’you want some help?” You asked, noting the way Tom was more or less doing everything himself. He shook his head, motioning to the doorway with a grin. You followed his gaze and locked eyes with the three year old who looked completely ecstatic to see you.

“Y/N!” she squealed, wrapping her arms around your legs. You grinned, bending down to her height to wrap your arms around her tiny frame. Her presence was enough to lift your mood, a smile growing on your face as she hugged you back. Tom watched with heart eyes, absolutely adoring the way his daughter loved you so much and vice versa. You stood up back to your full height and lifted her onto your hip, letting her see over the counter that was now decorated with countless items of food for the household.

“I missed you today, love.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Of course,” you kissed her cheek. “You always brighten my day, bubba.”

She hid her head in your neck with blushing cheeks, making your heart flutter with the utmost amount of love. You kept Tom company for a few minutes, just holding Scarlett close to you while she watched you both talk.

She may be only three but she knew her daddy was truly in love, it was obvious with the way he looked at you, even to her.

“Almost done?” you asked him, noting the way he was just finding drinks in the fridge. He nodded his head, flashing you both a quick smile that told you you could go get yourself comfy.

“Why don’t we go pick a movie, Lettie?” She perked up and rapidly nodded her head and you already knew what was going to come out of her mouth before she said it, but Tom interrupted before she could even form the words.

“No, we’ve already watched Tangled today.” You giggled as her bottom lip jutted out, her sad eyes shifting to glare at her dad who playfully glared right back. She eventually gave in under his stare, not wanting to get herself into accidental actual trouble.

“Fine.”

“What about Frozen?” you asked, knowing it was also in her top five disney films, even though she would claim most of them were her favourite while you were watching them. She was almost just as excited about your suggestion as she seemed to be about her own, mainly because you had no issue joining her in singing the songs, because God knows Tom could be a lot more stubborn when it came to Frozen songs than he was with Tangled; He wasn’t particular a big fan of this one.

“You two go ahead, I’ll be in in just a minute,” he said. You nodded, helping her carry her drink while you carried yours in your other hand. Once they were both safely placed on the side where you wouldn’t spill them, you began making aeroplane sounds to get her laughing again, finally sitting her down on the floor next to the spot you were planning to sit in. Her adorable toddler laugh never failed to make you feel all warm and giddy inside.

Tom came in no more than five minutes later, bringing yours and Lettie’s food out first so you could get started on eating while the intro of the movie played. He had to make another trip to the kitchen in order to get his, coming back with his plate and phone in hand.

He could’ve cried when he saw the way you and Lettie were laughing and singing along to one of the first songs. You were making her giggle uncontrollably with the way you were doing the different voices, and Tom wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you with a bigger smile.

After the day he’d suspected you had, he was sure you would be more and glad that you had such a lovely distraction.

He pulled up his phone and started recording the two of you, wanting to keep this moment forever so he could always look back and rewatch it. The song finally ended and so did his recording, luckily neither of you noticing he’d recorded that. He was certain you’d be embarrassed if you knew.

He cheered for your performance, taking a seat at the other side of Lettie on the floor.

“That was quite a show,” he teased, shooting you a wink too.

With flushed cheeks you took a bite of your food, trying to busy yourself with anything so you didn’t have to look at your very amused boyfriend. “Shut up.”

»»——⍟——««

After spending the evening watching countless Disney films, all used to cheer you up and take your mind off of whatever day you had, Tom noticed that both you and Scarlett were beginning to drift off together on the couch.

You had moved from the floor to the couch quite earlier on in your second movie, Hercules to be exact, as you deemed it much more comfortable than the hardwood you were sitting on.

She was now curled up into your side, her head managing to dig itself deeper and deeper into your chest as Mulan played in the background. She wasn’t paying attention to the film anymore, letting her eyes flutter closed as she planned on taking a much needed nap in your arms.

However, by the looks of it you were also planning on taking a nap, your head resting on top of the small girls with heavy eyes. Tom awed inside, taking a quick picture of the two of you, sneakily changing it to his lockscreen.

“I think we need to get you two to bed, huh?” He heard you hum, watching as his much smaller bub began making grabby hands at her dad. He smiled, easily scooping her up like she weighed as much as a feather. He placed a kiss on your forehead, telling you not to fall asleep while he got settled Lettie in bed.

The girl was more or less completely limp as he carried her from the living room to her room, carefully setting her in her bed. He made sure she had the teddies she always slept with, tucking her in tightly to keep her nice and warm.

“Can you read me a story?” she asked, voice so quiet and soft that there was no way he could say no, he was just hoping you’d be able to hold out and stay awake.

“Course, which one?”

He spent the next ten minutes reading through a story he’d probably read to her hundreds of times, but somehow she managed to love it even more each time. His voice was low to try and keep the sleepy energy in the room, not wanting her to get too excited, although she would giggle every time he switched his accent to do another character's voice.

“Daddy?” she whispered, drawing his attention away from the next chapter of the book. He hummed quietly, leaning down and placing a kiss on her head to let her know he was listening.

“Are you in love with Y/N?”

He felt himself grow nervous, a stressed chuckle slipping past his lips before he could stop it. He wasn’t sure what to say, he’d yet to actually tell you he loves you, even though he knew it right from your first date. Admittedly, part of him was scared that if he got that vulnerable with you that you would;t love him back and it’d break his heart, even though the more sensible part of him knew you would never do that to him. He just couldn’t find the right time or his guts to tell you.

“What do you know about love, hm?”

“I know that Flynn loves Rapunzel, and you look at Y/N like she’s your Rapunzel.” Tom’s heart melted. He always heard from his friends and family how whipped he looked for you all the time, even when he didn’t realise he’d been looking at you with heart eyes. Hearing this from his own daughter told him basically all he needed to know: He loved you, and he was going to tell you.

“Goodnight baby.” He pressed a kiss to Scarlett’s head, avoiding her question and switching off her light. He closed the door, leaving it slightly open like he did every night just in case she needed him for anything. Tom headed back to the living room, watching the way you were half asleep, your eyes trained on whatever random show had begun playing on the tv.

“Hey, you ready for bed?”

You hummed tiredly. “Don’t want to get up,” you whined.

He chuckled, adoring how cute you got when you were sleepy, often rambling about things that didn’t even make sense. He made his way over to you, shifting your position so he could slip his hands under you and pick you up. You squealed quietly when you were more or less hoisted into the air, a breathy laugh coming from Tom.

You were gently laid on his bed in the blink of an eye, granted your tired eyes were blinking very slowly. Tom left you for a moment, going who knows where to do who knows what.

“Need to take my makeup off,” you moaned to no one but yourself. Tom seemed to have already thought of that, actually he’d already thought of everything as it seemed. Not only was he carrying your makeup remover but some of his clothes for you to change into after your decision not to earlier on.

“Come here, pretty girl.”

The first swipe of the cotton wool against your cheek had you flinching, your sleepy body not expecting the jolt of cold on your skin. Tom chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips as his form of an apology.

You could feel yourself blushing as he handled your face with such care, soft strokes to your right cheek to remove all the makeup, occasionally meeting your eyes with a small admiring glint in them. The simple act felt so intimate to you and it made your heart grow so much fonder for the curly haired brunette.

“All done.”

You smiled, starting to help him in undressing you to change into his much baggier and comfier clothes. Another wave of exhaustion hit you spontaneously, making you want to just crawl in bed and stay there forever, but here you were just making it more difficult for your boyfriend to slip the shirt over your head.

“No, don’t fall asleep on me yet, angel.” He cooed at you quietly, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb until your eyes fluttered open again. He held up the shirt in his hands.

“We’ll just put this on, yeah? We can forget about the joggers.”

You agreed, assisting him by raising your arms. You were rewarded with a few kisses after he managed to slip the plain shirt on your upper half, bringing a happy grin to your lips as he pulled away from the last kiss. You were over the moon to be slipping under the covers of your boyfriend’s bed, burying your head in his pillow while being engulfed by his calming scent.

He watched you with a smile as you got comfortable, practically purring like a kitten as you finally got comfortable. He slipped the tight, dark turtleneck off from over his head, followed by his dress pants that he put on to feel fancier, despite the fact his class wouldn’t be able to see them.

“Hurry up,” you whined, craving the feel of your boyfriend’s warmth against you. He thankfully didn’t make you wait too much longer, slipping in beside you with a content sigh.

The two of you laid in silence for a while, and although Tom didn’t know whether you’d fallen asleep already or not, he spoke up and asked the question on his mind anyway.

“What happened today?”

You groaned, burying your face deeper into Tom’s chest, trying to avoid the topic altogether. He gave you all the time you needed though, stroking his fingers through your hair while you thought about where to start.

“Everything just went wrong, got yelled at by my boss too,” you explained simply. “Couldn’t wait to come home to you and Lettie.”

He frowned, planting a kiss on your head. He mumbled a quiet apology, apologising of course for the fact you had a bad day.

“I hope we were able to cheer you up.”

You tucked your head into his neck, a dreamy smile making the corner of your lips twitch.

“Of course you did, my two favourite people.”

He thought about your last three words over and over again in his head. Now was the time, it was the perfect time.

“Y/N?” He didn’t get a response this time from you, but he also knew if he didn’t speak up now then he’d probably back out again. “I-I love you, so much.”

From the angle he was laying at he was unable to see the expression that had overtaken your face. Tom, always assuming the worst, guessed that you had heard him but he’d just ruined everything and there was no way he could take that back now.

You could feel his rapid heartbeat in his chest underneath your head, your hand coming up to gently rub the skin with your thumb, hoping to soothe him a little. You placed a kiss beside your thumb onto his chest, lifting your head so you could look him in the eye. “Calm down you goof, I love you too.”

»»——⍟——««

Tom didn’t know what time it was when he heard the noise near his ear. Assuming that it was just a noise he buried his face deeper into the back of your neck, tightening his arm around your body. He heard it again, this time he recognised the voice as belonging to his angel bub. She placed her tiny hands on his arm, trying to roll him over on the bed.

“What’s wrong, dove?”

“Nightmare,” she whispered. Tom frowned, rolling onto his back to scoop her up and let her cuddle into his chest. His other arm was still tucked underneath your head, the male hoping that he hasn’t woken you.

He pressed a kiss to the girl’s head, rubbing his hand across the back of her hair to try and soothe her. He could feel her tiny frame shaking from whatever rattled her in her dream and it broke his heart.

“Lettie,” he whispered. She sniffled quietly, looking up at her dad. As selfish as it sounds, Tom was still extremely sleepy so he didn’t really know what was happening right now, which meant he wasn’t exactly able to talk his bub back to sleep like he normally would. He also didn’t want to accidentally wake you up because you were equally as tired, if not more than him.

“I told Y/N I love her.” She gasped, bolting up to look at her dad to see if he was telling the truth. He grinned, nodding his head. Little did they know that you were currently listening to everything the pair was saying, and your heart was already melting at the reaction coming from Scarlett.

You didn’t know why Tom was telling her this, or why Scarlett seemed so excited about it, but you were curious to know where he was going with this.

“What happened, daddy?” she asked, her big doe eyes watching him closely.

“Let’s just say, she’s definitely my Rapunzel.”

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lauras-collection · 3 years

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my adorable prince ✮ h.o. smut ✮

harrison osterfield x female reader

|| Masterlist ||

Summary: You get to watch the first episode of your boyfriends new show early and you can’t get over how adorable he is. Harrison tries to prove you wrong. (unsuccessfully)

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (soft, oral [f receiving], face sitting, fingering, unprotected sec, cockwarming), established relationship

A/N: Happy The Irregulars release day!!! I got to watch the first episode early and that inspired this so I hope you like it!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

Harrison had anxiously been awaiting the moment that you got to see the first episode of the show he’d been working on for one and a half years. And the time had finally come. You’d gotten cosy on the bed to watch the early screening, Harrison’s laptop connected to the TV, and now the credits are rolling over the screen.

Harrison turns to look at you, eager to hear your thoughts. You lift your head from his shoulder and give him a wide smile.

“Gosh, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up.” he laughs, his eyes almost squinting shut.

“It’s true!”

“Whatever you say” Rolling his eyes playfully, he squeezes your side.

“I’m so proud of you, babe,” You say, your voice now serious. Harrison has worked so hard, and now he’s finally stepping into the limelight, getting the recognition he deserves. There’s not a shred of doubt in your body that this will be his big break.

Harrison smiles warmly and pulls you into a kiss. “Thanks, love.”

You think back to the way his character stumbled over his words when talking to his love interest and can’t help but smile. “So adorable.” You whisper against his lips.

Harrison growls softly, “I’ll show you adorable.”

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try” And with that, he moves you so he’s laying on top of you between your legs that you now wrap around his waist. “I already like where this is going” You smile as you run your fingers through his soft hair, gently scratching his scalp with your fingertips.

Harrison covers your neck with kisses before nibbling and sucking at your collarbones. His hands wander under your shirt, moving it up your body while he caresses your skin. Your nipples stiffen when his thumbs gently brush against the underside of your breasts.

You move your hands from his hair to grab the fabric of his blue shirt, pulling it over his head. His lips leave your body momentarily, and as if to not waste time, he quickly pulls your shirt over your head as well.

With a movement he’s perfected over the time you’ve been together, he rolls over, so you’re now on top of him, your naked chest pressing against his. You dip your head down and kiss him, your tongue sliding over his lips until he opens up for you.

You feel Harrison’s hands wander over your bare back before he grabs your ass, squeezing your cheeks in his big hands, and you can’t help but moan. You push your hips against his, his arousal apparent by the bulge that’s pressing against your covered core.

His hands slip under the fabric of your leggings and underwear, slowly pushing the material down your body. Getting impatient, you pull away from his lips and help him to undress you before doing the same to him.

And then you’re both naked. Standing at the end of the bed, you take a moment to admire the beautiful man that is your boyfriend. His skin is glowing golden in the soft light, his hard cock resting against his abdomen and his eyes shimmering as they rake over your body.

“Need you” the words slip past your lips without you even realising.

“C’mere, baby” He motions you closer with his hands, and you gladly comply, climbing onto the bed and shuffling over to him on your knees. “Take my hand.” He whispers, and you do so without hesitation, your fingers tangling with his. And then he gently tugs at your hand, motioning for you to come even closer.

He sinks down the headboard until his head is resting on the pillows, and when he pats his chest with his free hand, you finally realise what his plan is.

“You sure?” Harrison hums in affirmation, his hand squeezing yours gently. With shaky movements, you position your knees on either side of his head. He lets go of your hand to place both of his on your thighs to support you. With a tight grip, you cling onto the headboard as you feel yourself getting worked up just from being in this position.

Harrison places a few kisses on your inner thighs, the pressure of his fingertips getting a little more intense. “You’ve got the prettiest cunt. Have I ever told you that?” He asks, his breath hitting your heat. Your whole body is starting to tingle and you have to close your eyes.

“About a million times, yes.” You press out, and Harrison chuckles.

“And I’ll probably tell you about a million times more” And then he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you down until his tongue sweeps through your wet folds. “So wet for me.” He hums, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on it. He eats you out like his life depends on it, every flick of his tongue causing the coil in your stomach to tighten. You whimper, your walls squeezing around nothing and you can feel Harrison chuckle against you, pushing you even further towards the edge.

“Fuck.” you gasp, “Need your fingers, Haz” You manage to press out, and it doesn’t take long until you feel his fingers gathering your wetness and pushing into you. Your hips pushing against his face making Harrison hum as he crooks his digits, the pads of his fingers finding your g-spot, making you moan.

You feel the tingling in your lower belly increasing, your muscles tightening as you remove one hand from the headboard to place it on Harrison’s that is still holding onto your thigh. Your fingers slot between his, and you squeeze them tightly as your orgasm washes over you. Your back arches, your hips rutting against Harrison’s face on their own accord, for a moment you’re scared that you might’ve hurt him, but when you look down, he’s looking up at you with a glint in his eyes, and even though you can’t see his mouth you know he’s grinning.

He keeps kissing and licking your pussy, lapping up everything he can, his fingers still inside you, prolonging your orgasm.

When you’ve finally come down from your high, you realise how weak your legs have gotten. With shaky hands, you grab onto the headboard again, slowly lifting yourself up before starting to scoot down Harrison’s body, but not without Harrison placing one last kiss on your clit.

You sink down onto the bed next to him, trying to catch your breath.

“Was that good?” He asks, a smirk on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then he sucks his fingers clean, his ring gleaming in the light. The sight makes another wave of warmth pool between your legs.

“That was amazing. I still think you’re adorable, though” you smirk, and Harrison laughs.

“Let’s see what else I can do about that” And with that, he’s between your legs again, except now his hard cock is pressing against your slightly sensitive clit, making you throw your head back with a moan.

Harrison takes the opportunity to place more kisses on your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin here and there until your neck is covered in love bites. With every tiny movement of Harrison’s body, his cock moves through your folds, rubbing against your clit, and it doesn’t take long until you’re desperate for him again.

You bury your hands in his hair to pull his face up, so it’s hovering over yours, “Need you inside me.” You whisper against his lips, the corners of his mouth kicking up into a smile.

“Your wish is my command.” he captures your lips with his before reaching one of his hands down to position his cock at your entrance. And then he’s slowly entering you, and you hum at the feeling of finally being stretched out by him.

Your arousal makes it easy for him to slide into you, and when he bottoms out, both of you let out a moan.

“You feel so good, babygirl.” He rasps, “Could spend the rest of my life like this.” and then he starts thrusting, your legs falling open just a tad bit wider, letting him enter you deeper.

Harrison places his forearms next to your head, his whole body now covering yours while he keeps sliding in and out of you, his thrusts deep and smooth.

“I love you.” You whisper, your lips brushing against his with every word. Harrison smiles, then presses his lips against yours.

“I love you, too.” He brushes his nose against yours, “So much.”

Your orgasm starts to build slowly, and you relish every moment of being wrapped up in Harrison like this. Your eyes are locked with his, and he’s everything that matters at this moment.

You can feel his thrust starting to get sloppy, so you wrap your legs around his waist and push up your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Cum for me, baby” You murmur against his lips and tighten your walls around his cock, you can feel him throb inside you, and with a groan, he picks up his pace a little bit, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

And then he’s reaching his orgasm with a groan, releasing inside of you, pushing you over the edge as well.

You’re lost in your own little world for a while, you and Harrison the only two people that exist as the waves of pleasure take you away.

You hadn’t even realised that you closed your eyes, but when you open them, Harrison is looking down at you with a relaxed smile, his expression full of love before he gives you a lingering kiss.

“Still adorable?”

“Always” You smile lazily, and Harrison shakes his head a little, the grin never leaving his face. You gently place your hands on the sides of his face, your thumbs caressing over his cheeks, “You’ll always be my adorable prince. Get used to it.” You whisper, afraid you're going to burst this bubble if you speak too loudly.

Harrison tilts his head a bit so he can kiss the inside of your palm.

“I love you.”

“And I love you.” Harrison smiles, kisses your nose and makes a move to pull out of you, but you stop him with a squeeze of his arm.

“Stay? Just a little longer? Wanna be close to you” If possible, Harrison’s expression becomes even softer as he returns to his previous position. You wrap your arms around him tightly, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“I don’t want to crush you.” He murmurs against your heated skin.

You brush your hand over his back in slow circles, the other going into his hair.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m loving this.” And you do. You love being close to him, every inch of your body touching his, your breathing synced. There's no place you’d rather be than right here, just like this.

A/N: Ahh I hope you like it! I can’t believe how quickly I wrote this 😅 I’ll be watching the irregulars now, see you guys later 😌💕

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softholand · 3 years

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resurface | harrison osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x reader | exes to lovers!au

summary: you’re invited to spend a few days at your best friend’s beach house, having to face your ex-boyfriend for the first time since the breakup

warnings: angst, jealousy, swearing, fluff

words: 8k

a/n: it’s here!!! i’m sorry it took me so long to finish 🙈 i feel like i have been writing this for months already lol anyways, this is one of my favorite tropes ever so i had to write something about it!! i wanna thank @soft-haz for helping me with this, i couldn’t have done without you kit, ily 🥺 please, let me know what you guys think, i’d love to hear your thoughts— happy reading :)) ily all, pls be safe ♡

There were clothes everywhere, your suitcase was opened on top of your bed, while you tried your best to fit everything you wanted in it. Spoiler alert: it was not working.

Your best friend Alisha was getting married next month and to celebrate, she and her fiancée decided it was a good idea to invite your group of friends to spend a few days at her family’s beach house. As Alisha, herself said, it was supposed to be “the last hurrah” before they got married. You’ve been excited about this for weeks and now that the day has finally come, you couldn’t wait to have your feet in the sand already.

What you weren’t so thrilled about, was seeing your ex-boyfriend for the first time since the breakup. You and Harrison were together for three years before he decided to end things and focus all his attention on his acting career. To say you were heartbroken was an understatement since you still remembered Harrison’s words clear as day.

You had just gotten back from a dinner with some of your friends when he dropped the bomb. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked, completely taken back by his words. “Baby, listen to me, this doesn’t have to be something bad. I think we’ll both benefit from it.” Haz exclaimed, trying his best to not upset you even further. “So you want to break up because you think we’ll benefit from it?” Your voice trembled, and you realized tears had started to fall from your eyes.

Harrison took a step closer, holding your hands in his. “Hey, look at me! I love you, you know that, right?” He questioned, “What kinda question is that, Harrison? Where is this coming from? I thought we were fine!” You exclaimed, “We are, baby! You know I wouldn’t do this if I hadn't thought about us first. I mean it when I say it’s going to be a good thing, y/n!” The blonde stated, his own blue eyes brimming with fresh tears.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, feeling your heart shatter in hundreds of tiny little pieces. “What? No! y/n, look at me! You did nothing wrong, you are perfect and I couldn’t ask for a better partner.” Your boyfriend whimpered, “Then what happened?” You cried, making your partner's heart split in half. “I just think I need some time to sort myself and my career out. I love being with you, you mean everything to me but I really need some time to myself now.”

After a few minutes of silence, Harrison spoke again, “y/n, talk to me, please!” He practically begged, but you had already made up your mind. “I… I think you should leave.” You mumbled, taking your hands away, making the blonde widen his eyes. “y/n, no, please don’t do this! Let’s talk about it and figure it out together.” He tried, but you cut him off, “You already did, Harrison! You want to go on with your life and clearly, I’m not a part of it anymore so go ahead, leave!” You shouted, now clearly mad at him.

“y/n, that’s not what I meant!” Your boyfriend exclaimed, trying to get closer, but you recoiled. “Go, Harrison! I don’t want you here anymore!” You cried, the blonde finally understanding. “I’m sorry!” Those were his last words before he got out of your flat, leaving you behind, crying your heart out.

It was messy and painful, and you didn’t think you’d get through it until Josh came into your life. Yes, we all know having another boy to try and fix a broken heart it’s never the best idea, but the dark-skinned boy with green eyes couldn’t have entered your life at a better moment. He helped you at a suspicious-looking party you had gotten yourself in, wanting nothing more than to get drunk and forget Harrison’s words. Josh was there with some friends and when he saw you stumbling out of the bar, he couldn’t help but give you a hand, something you were very grateful for. After the incident, you kept talking and once Josh thought it was the right time, he asked you out on a date and that’s how your now almost six-month relationship started.

“What is my beautiful girlfriend thinking?” You were taken out of your head by Josh’s voice, right before you felt two strong arms hugging you from behind. You stopped packing, turning around, and being met with the most gorgeous smile. “Oh, you know, just about my handsome boyfriend.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Who’s the lucky one?” He joked, letting a kiss fall to your neck. “Idiot!” You laughed, before kissing his lips.

It was a few hours later when you guys finally arrived in Cornwall, where Alisha’s family beach house was situated, right by the ocean. Josh parked his car on the driveway, and as soon as you were out of the vehicle, Alisha engulfed you in a hug. “I’m so glad you came, y/n! I missed you!” The redhead said, putting a smile on your face.

“I missed you too, Lis!” You exhaled, hugging your friend back. Once she let you go, you greeted her fiancée, while Alisha did the same with your boyfriend, being followed by her lover. Once the greetings were out of the way, the boys took care of the baggage while Alisha practically escorted you inside, and since you were the last ones to arrive, the rest of the group was already there, chatting away in the living room. “Look who’s finally here!” Alisha squealed as soon as you entered the living room area, getting everyone’s attention— including Harrison’s. As soon as your eyes found his blue ones, it was like time stopped, the memories from that night coming back to your mind.

You shook your head to get rid of said memories, before waving and greeting the rest of your friends. But of course, Harrison was still there when you finished, so unfortunately you had to acknowledge him. “Hi, Harrison!” You said, the feeling of saying his name again weird on your tongue. “Hey! It’s good to see you, y/n!” Harrison’s voice sounded exactly the same and you realized the way he said your name still had the same effect on you. Butterflies.

The house fell into silence, the only sound cutting through the tension was that of Josh and Alisha’s fiancée entering the house with the bags. Your best friend's lover joined her side, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving Josh in the middle of you and Harrison. Since you were still frozen in place, your boyfriend cleared his throat, before extending his hand to the blonde. “Oh, yes! Josh, this is Harrison! Harrison, this is Josh, my boyfriend.” You said, seeing Harrison’s face drop when you said the last word.

You had no idea if he knew you had a boyfriend, but judging by his expression, you doubt he did. However, Josh knew who Harrison was, since you had told him about the boy who had broken your heart that same night you met. “Hey man, how’s it going?” Greeted Josh, shaking hands with the blonde. “Oh, great, yeah! Thanks for asking!” Harrison faked a smile.

After a couple more seconds of awkward silence, you gave Alisha a look and that was enough for her to understand you. “Well, now that everyone is here we can start dinner. Babe, you can show Josh and y/n’s their room while the rest of us can go outside and start the grill. What do you say?” The redhead let it out with a smile, receiving a nod from her future husband.

While the group dispersed, you gave your friend a grateful look, to which she nodded, before rushing everyone to the patio outside, where the pool and all the grilling supplies were. When you got to your room, your best friend’s lover left you to settle down, while he joined his fiancée outside.

“So… that's Harrison, huh?” Josh let it out as soon as you were left alone, a sad look on his face. “Yeah, why? I told you he was gonna be here.” You said while putting your bags aside. “I know, it’s just… weird seeing him after what you told me.” Your boyfriend murmured, sitting on the perfectly made bed. When you looked at him, he had a sad look on his face, which just broke your heart, you hated seeing your lover that way.

Letting your bags to the side, you joined him, sitting right by his side. “Hey, look at me! It doesn’t matter anymore. I found you, that’s all I care about, okay? I promise!” Taking his face in your hands, you kissed him, not wanting him to feel like Harrison had any effect on you whatsoever. Which of course it was not true. “I love you!” Josh declared, putting a smile back on both of your faces. “I love you too, baby!” You stated, kissed him again. “Now let’s go, you will not believe how beautiful it is out there.” Taking his hand, you got you both out of bed and made your way to the back of the house, where the rest of your group of friends were already at.

With beers in hand, you and Josh stayed close together while Alisha’s fiancé and some of the other guys did the grilling. When dinner was ready, everyone sat around the long table, eating the amazingly prepared food and laughing at old memories. After that, everyone decided to go to bed earlier, since some of your friends had driven for hours to get to Cornwall.

You and your boyfriend were already in bed when you heard the first thunder roar in the sky, the lightning illuminating your dark room. Not long after, the rain started to pour, increasing the already terrifying storm. If there was a thing you hated since you were little, that was thunderstorms, even more, when they were at night. You couldn’t explain why you had that fear, since thankfully nothing had ever happened to you during a storm, it was just a bad feeling that had no reason or explanation whatsoever, but that also made you stay awake for as long as the storm lasted.

Carefully getting out of bed, you draped a robe around your body, before paddling out of the room, trying to be as silent as possible, since Josh still slept like a baby, not bothered at all by the loud thundering. Making your way downstairs, you were surprised to find the kitchen lights on, a person, or rather him, sitting on one of the island stools.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Harrison smiled as soon as he saw your figure approaching. “Something like that, I didn’t think anyone was awake though.” You responded, feeling awkward. “I remembered how much you hated sleeping during thunderstorms, so I thought you’d need some company while it passes.” The blonde stated, surprising you with his words. “Oh, you… you didn’t have to.” You acknowledged, feeling your heart pound on your chest. "It's alright! I couldn’t sleep either.” The blue-eyed boy assured you, before offering you tea. “No, it’s okay! Don’t worry about it.” You uttered, but Harrison was quick to retort. "It's fine, y/n! I was gonna make one for myself too.”

You decided to sit on the stool next to where Harrison was while he prepared tea for both of you. After getting two mugs out of the cabinets, he placed one tea bag on each, pouring the hot water on top and you couldn’t help but watch as it instantly turned a light shade of brown. “Honey and lime?” Harrison asked, making you smile seeing that he still remembered how you took your tea. “Yes, please!” You answered, averting your gaze. Once both cups were ready, the blonde passed you yours, before joining your side by the stool.

“I hate thunderstorms but I can’t deny they look beautiful.” You exclaimed, right when a big flash of light invaded the big glass windows, illuminating the house. “Yeah, they sure do!” Harrison agreed, offering you a smile. What you also couldn’t possibly deny was the tension and the awkwardness surrounding the air, it was like the big elephant in the room no one wanted to talk about. Thankfully, you didn’t have to initiate the small talk, since Harrison did it for you. “So, how’s life? We haven’t talked in a while.” The blonde questioned, taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh, it’s been great, yeah! Thanks for asking! How’s… how’s yours by the way? I saw you got another role?” You cleared your throat, feeling your whole body tense. “I did, yeah! It’s a bigger one this time, with some amazing actors that I honestly can’t wait to work with.” Harrison smiled. “Congrats, Haz! I know you worked hard for it, you deserve this.” You cheered, your cheeks growing suddenly hot. “Thank you, y/n/n! Really, it means a lot to me.” Said the blonde, taking his time to look at you, which ended up making you even more flustered. Why does he still have such an effect on me?

“So…. Josh, huh?! He seems like a nice guy.” Harrison commented, making you practically choke on your tea. Feeling awkward, you shifted in place, before finally getting enough courage to answer him. “Yeah, he’s… he’s great.” You stammered, unable to look him in the eye. “How long have you been together?” He inquired. “About five months.” You said, letting out a fake smile. “Cool! I’m… I’m happy for you, y/n! I truly am!” Harrison declared, to which you responded with a simple, but honest “Thank you, Haz!”

The storm outside seemed to lessen, but inside the house, the tension only grew. “You know I never wanted to hurt you, right?” The boy expressed, and you swore you felt your heart drop. “Harrison, we don’t have to talk about it.” You stated, but he continued anyway. “Yes, we do, y/n! I couldn’t even make sure you knew this, since you cut me off of your life completely.” The blonde let it out. “You were the one who wanted to break up, Harrison!” You exclaimed, feeling frustrated by the conversation. “Yeah, that doesn’t mean I wanted us to stop being friends!” Harrison stated, before lowering his voice to barely a whisper, “I still care for you, y/n! I don’t want us to be strangers.”

You felt your heart pound in your chest, Harrison’s blue eyes staring deeply into your soul, making you almost forget how much he had hurt you. “I can’t do this right now!” You mumbled, your voice completely betraying you. Before Harrison had the chance to speak again, Josh appeared in the kitchen, “y/n? What’s going on?” He asked, getting both yours and the blonde’s attention. “Josh, hey! I… I couldn’t sleep so I came here to drink some water and Harrison and I ended up bumping into each other.” Making your way to your boyfriend, you started to rant, not wanting Josh to think that anything more was happening.

“You alright?” He asked, clearly concerned. “Yeah, no… it’s nothing serious! Just the storm, I don’t really like sleeping with them.” You explained, and Harrison rolled his eyes realizing Josh didn’t know this about you already. “You should’ve woken me, love! I would’ve come with you.” Your boyfriend let it out, putting a sincere smile on your face. “I know, I just didn’t want to bother you, that’s all. But we can go back to bed now, the storm’s gone, thankfully.” You informed, to which he asked, “You sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll just…” You mumbled, pointing to the blonde guy who had made you company minutes ago. “Good night, Harrison! Thanks for the tea.” You stammered, still not being able to look him in the eyes. “Sure, anytime! Good night!” Harrison sighed, and even though you weren't looking at him, you could hear how disappointed he sounded.

After cuddling back to bed with Josh and fighting for hours to stop thinking about Harrison’s words and go to sleep, your body finally seemed to surrender, letting you fall into a deep slumber, your eyes only opening the next morning, to a ray of sun entering the room. Before you even got the chance to get out of bed and go to the bathroom, Josh was already hugging you close, keeping you from getting up. “Good morning, my love!” He whispered in your ear, making you smile at his sweet words. “Good morning!” You responded, turning around and being met with his beautiful smile.

You tried to get up but, once again, was impeded by your boyfriend, who tightened his hands around your body. “Josh, I need to use the bathroom.” You stated, to which he groaned. “But I want you here, just five minutes more, please?” With doe eyes, he pleaded, making you chuckle at his actions. “Fine, cry baby! But I’m blaming you if we end up being the last ones.” You joked, to which he shrugged, “I can live with that!”

As agreed the day before, you were all gonna spend the day at the beach, ending it with a classic bonfire by the ocean. So when those five minutes were over, Josh finally let you go and after a quick shower, you and your boyfriend made your way to the kitchen, where everyone else was already at.

You said your good mornings but before you could even greet Harrison, Josh was already beside you, putting his hands, almost protectively, around your waist, asking if you wanted something to eat. You found the action weird, since Josh was never that possessive over you, but nodded anyway, joining him by the table where you ate a bowl of yogurt with berries and granola.

After breakfast was out of the way, everyone changed to appropriate beachwear, before descending the sand-covered stairs at the back of the house that led to the ocean. Everyone took something, but since the house was only a few steps away from the beach, you could easily go back if anything was forgotten.

There you, Alisha, and most of the girls laid towels on the hot sand, deciding to enjoy the early hour’s sun to get a tan while most of the guys went straight to the water. Since you already had your bikini top on, the only piece of clothing left to be discarded was your jeans shorts, that once gone, left you in one of the many pairs of swimwear you had packed.

Taking your place between the towels, you could see Josh waving at you in the distance, making you smile and quickly wave back at him. Like some of the other guys, Harrison had decided to stay back and help them set the grill for lunch later. He wore nothing but some basketball shorts, his bare chest in sight for everyone to look at, and that was exactly what you did. Taking advantage of the sunglasses covering your eyes, you observed Harrison, and holy shit, you were absolutely sure he wasn’t that hot when you two were together. His muscles could be seen from miles away, abs perfectly sculpted, v line temptingly showing.

You had no idea how long you were staring at your ex-boyfriend, the only thing making you tear your gaze from him was a couple of droplets of cold water suddenly hitting your hot body. “Josh, no!” That was all you could say before your boyfriend threw himself on top of you, not letting you slip away from him. “Got ya!” Josh laughed, making you roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah! Now get off, you’re cold!” You exclaimed, before pushing him away.

When the girls felt the sun being too hot to handle, you all decided to take a break from tanning and go for a swim to cool off your bodies. Before going, you kissed Josh, who stayed behind with some of the other guys, preparing lunch. As soon as you got up, you felt eyes on you, but it wasn’t only your boyfriend’s, Harrison’s blue ones also accompanied your figure while you ran with the girls to the ocean.

It didn’t take long for Josh to notice the blonde’s stare, and just the thought of Harrison remembering the times he touched your body, made your current boyfriend want to throw up, something he masked pretty well, since he wasn’t too far from him, even though it killed him inside. When it became too much to handle, Josh decided to join you on the water, as his way of showing Harrison you were with him now. Circling his arms around your body, he spun you around, before putting you back on your feet, but not before giving you a firm kiss on the lips that left you breathless.

“What was that?” You asked, surprised by his sudden actions. “Just missed you, that’s all.” He shrugged, kissing you again. “That much?” You joked, making him laugh. “Shut up!” He let it out, and you joined him in laughter. Later that day, you were sitting alone by the rocks, quietly enjoying the sunset, while the rest of the group prepared the bonfire when you heard footsteps. Turning around, you saw Harrison approaching, making you instantly take a deep breath.

“Can I join you?” His voice was low, just above a whisper, but with no other sounds other than the tide, you heard his question clear as day. “Sure!” You answered, a little bit uncertain. Harrison sat by your side, making sure to leave enough distance between you two. After a couple of minutes in complete silence, the blonde cleared his throat, “So many memories, huh?” He said, not averting his gaze from the sea. “Yeah, a lot of memories…” especially with you, you wanted to say but contained yourself.

Your ex-boyfriend was right though, there were a lot of memories that had been made in that place, so many happy moments shared between your group of friends on your earlier days, when you used to come and stay at the beach house for days on end, just to have fun, without a single worry in the world. That wasn’t the case anymore and fortunately, or not, all you had now were your memories, especially the ones you shared with the person sitting right beside you.

Hearing some commotion behind him, Harrison turned to see what was going on but was met by a harsh glare from your current boyfriend, which made him chuckle. “I don’t think your boyfriend likes me.” Said the blonde, making you also turn to look at him. And, just as you expected, Josh eyed you intensely, only giving you a small smile when you waved in his direction. “It’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s just… he doesn’t like what I told him you did.” You said, making Harrison tense. “I hope he knows I’m sorry, that I never wanted to hurt you or make you feel like you were impeding me of something.” The blonde murmured, whispering the last part, “And I hope you know too.”

Taking a deep breath, you gave Harrison a sad look, before shrugging, “It doesn’t matter anymore, Haz.” You said, the nickname slipping from your mouth like second nature. “It matters to me, y/n! I keep thinking about how you said you felt when we broke up and there’s not a single day that goes without me regretting leaving you like that.” The blonde stated, before continuing, “I know you probably don’t believe me now and I get it, but I promise I’m not bulshitting you. I meant everything I said.”

Harrison’s blue eyes stared at you and you could tell there wasn’t an ounce of doubt in them, he was truly opening his heart to you and that alone made your eyes water. Unfortunately though, before you could say anything else to him, you heard your boyfriend calling your name, asking you to join the rest of the group by the fire, which was now fully alight.

At that moment, all you wanted was to stay right then and there and talk to Harrison for hours on end, until the sun began to rise again, but you couldn’t do that, so you had to settle for the second option, which was taking the hand he offered to help you get up. “C’mon, I don’t want him to come here and punch me in the face for talking to you.” Your ex-boyfriend smirked, making you laugh. “Shut up! He wouldn’t do that.” You chuckled, getting back on your feet.

Back at the bonfire, Josh was waiting for you with one of his hoodies you loved to steal from him, and since it was getting a little chilly now, you decided to also slip back into your shorts, before accepting the warm piece of clothing from your boyfriend with a quick peck on the lips. While the guys cooked some sausages for the hot dogs, your friends decided it was a great idea to share memories of the group from previous visits to Cornwall.

Every single one of your friends shared a story they remembered as you ate, some of them so funny it brought literal tears to your eyes from laughing so damn hard. When Eric, one of your old friends from high school told the story about that one time you played truth or dare and things got a little bit out of control, you wished he hadn’t ‘cause the tension could be felt the moment the words left his mouth.

“Do you guys remember? Haz and y/n went skinny dipping in the ocean and it was like 11 degrees.” Your friend laughed, and you could feel Josh’s body visibly tense by your side. “And then they didn’t want to come out anymore?! I think they stayed for like an hour or so.” Another one of your friends joined him, making you close your eyes from how embarrassing and awkward the situation was.

Thankfully Alisha seemed to notice because she quickly stood up, getting everyone’s attention, “Okay, that was fun! Now, who wants s’mores?” Your friend exclaimed, receiving positive answers. You and Harrison shared a quick look, and from what you saw, he was just as embarrassed as you were.

Josh got up, asking if you wanted some, to which you said yes, thanking him for making it for you. “Sure!” He said plainly, and from that, you could tell he was upset, even if he didn’t want to show. That night, he slept a little bit away from you, not holding you close like he did every other night, just proving he was in fact upset about what had happened earlier.

When you woke up the next morning to heavy rain splattering the windows, Josh had already left, his side of the bed cold from his absence. Getting up, you threw on an old oversized shirt and some biker shorts, since it was clear you weren’t getting out of the house today. After putting your hair up and brushing your teeth, you finally descended the stairs that led to the main area of the house, the majority of your friends already there.

You greeted them and once your boyfriend heard your voice, he excused himself from the conversation he was having with some of the guys before approaching you, “Good morning!” He whispered, leaving a kiss on your temple. “Morning! Why did you leave the bed so early?” You questioned, to which he shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep, didn’t want to wake you. Why? You missed me?” He smirked, making you smile. “I did!” You nodded, smiling into the kiss you shared.

You were suddenly interrupted by someone clearing their throat, and your boyfriend couldn’t help but roll his eyes seeing the source of the sound. “Morning!” Harrison sang, getting everyone’s attention. “Good morning!” You responded, still wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms. He and Harrison shared a look and if they could kill, your ex-boyfriend would be a dead man.

Alisha asked for your help with breakfast, and since it was raining and a little bit chilly, you decided to make pancakes. After about an hour of cooking a giant batch, you all sat by the dining table, sharing syrups, sauces, whipped cream, and lots of fresh fruits to top the cakes.

Since it was still raining when you finished and it didn’t look like it was stopping anytime soon, there was no way you were going to the beach today, so your friends decided to throw a party, the boys all getting ready to go to the city to buy drinks for the night. You stayed behind with the girls and, since you had nothing better to do, Alisha opened the cabinet where she stored her family’s board games, letting you choose which one you wanted to play first.

Later, everyone was spread out through the house, drinks in hands, music blasting from the speakers. Your boyfriend seemed to be having a hard time keeping his hands to himself, since he kept hugging you, praising you and your choice of clothing. It wasn’t anything fancy, after all, you weren’t going anywhere outside the house, just a long floral print dress, with a square collar and puffy sleeves, a split showing the extent of one of your legs.

“Did I tell you how good you look tonight?” Josh whispered in your ear when you sat on his lap. “Not in the last couple of seconds, no!” You laughed, kissing his lips. The position you were currently in was a little awkward, but that didn’t impede you from making out with your boyfriend.

The only thing able to make you pull away was Alisha’s voice yelling your name to join them at beer pong. There was only one problem, Harrison was the one in current need of a partner. “C’mon y/n/n, you and Haz used to smash this game!” Another one of your friends shouted, making you share a look with your boyfriend.

“Go, baby! I’ll be here watching you.” Josh exclaimed, but his expression showed he wasn’t happy about that. “Are you sure?” You insisted, not wanting to leave him by himself. “I’ll be fine, y/n! Go!” He laughed, encouraging you to join your friends. Smiling, you kissed him one more time before getting off his lap, making your way to the dining table, which currently had two perfectly arranged triangles of cups.

“Ready to end them?” Harrison asked as soon as you approached, “Hell yeah!” You smirked, bumping your fist with his extended one. For the next couple of hours, you and Harrison kept winning round after round of the game, your opponents always changing until there was no one else left.

The thing is, you didn’t win the game without having to take some of the drinks too, fine— a lot of them, and oh boy were they strong because now you were left completely drunk, stumbling around the house, your boyfriend always right behind you making sure you stayed on your own two feet or that you didn’t throw up on the couch.

You were currently in the kitchen, trying to make yourself yet another drink while Josh tried to convince you to stop for the night. “Baby, c’mon! Don’t you think you had enough?” The poor boy asked, but you, in your intoxicated state, laughed it off, shaking your head. “I’m totally fine, look…” Taking a couple of steps back, you opened your arms, trying and failing to walk into a straight line.

You stumbled back and before your boyfriend could reach you, Harrison had already caught you in his arms, where you immediately passed out. “Okay man, I'll take it from here.” Josh declared, trying to take you from the blonde’s arms. “It’s fine! I can take her.” Harrison remarked, leaving your boyfriend fuming.

“She’s my girlfriend though, so I'll take her.” Josh insisted, leaving Harrison to roll his eyes. “She’s literally passed out in my arms, dude! I’ll take her.” The blonde barked, finally being able to convince Josh to let him carry you to the bedroom. Your friends couldn’t help but watch the confrontation between your lovers, going back to partying as soon as they went upstairs, where the bedrooms were situated.

Harrison carefully laid you on the bed, making sure to take your shoes off, before draping a thin blanket on top of your sleeping body. He didn’t want to leave, all he wanted was to stay and cuddle you in his arms until you got better, but you weren’t his anymore and Josh was already clearing his throat by the door, “Thanks man, I’ll take care of her now.” Your boyfriend stated. “Right!” The blonde let it out, slowly walking away from the bed.

It was then that he heard your voice, clear as day, calling his name. He and Josh exchanged a look that could only be translated as uncertainty. Before Harrison could answer, you called again, this time louder, “I’m here, darling!” The blonde whispered, going right back to your side. “I wanna tell you something…” You mumbled, the words getting mixed in your tongue. “You’re drunk, y/n/n! We can talk tomorrow.” Harrison tried to convince but you were determined.

“No, I wanna… I wanna say… I… I still love you.” Josh felt his heart drop as soon as the words left his mouth, while your ex-boyfriend tried his best not to smile at them. “It’s okay, darling! We can talk about it in the morning, you need some sleep now.” Harrison said, but you just kept going, “And… and you got even hotter, I mean… fuck, you could’ve at least… got fat.” You mumbled, your eyes barely open, earning a laugh from the blonde. “You know… you hurt me, like… big time but I… I still love you, it’s so unfair!” You whined, closing your eyes.

Josh couldn’t take it anymore, he felt sick to his stomach, he knew your and Harrison’s relationship was pretty long and that feelings don’t just go away like that, but hearing you say those things to the blonde was killing him inside. Fortunately, you seemed to go back to sleep after that, because the next thing he heard was your little snores filling the room. Getting up, Harrison left a kiss on your forehead, before making his way out. He still had to pass by your boyfriend so he felt like he needed to say something. “Hey man, about that…” Harrison tried, but Josh cut him off right away, “Don’t, I’ll talk to her in the morning.” He said, and after a quick nod, Harrison left the room, feeling his heart pound in his chest for the rest of his sleepless night.

You woke up the next morning to a headache, a pretty bad one that is. Opening your eyes, the room seemed to spin, which made you feel even sicker, quickly getting up and running to the bathroom, making it just in time to throw all last night's mistakes out on the toilet, flushing it right after. Josh was by the door in seconds, already carrying a bottle of water and some aspirins.

“How much did I have last night?” You asked, already dreading the answer. “A lot.” Your boyfriend said, helping you off the floor. “God, I fucking hate this, why do I keep doing it?” You questioned, more to yourself but Josh shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe you’re trying to forget something?!” His words caught you off guard, making you stop brushing your teeth to look at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Mouth still smeared with toothpaste, you waited for your boyfriend’s answer but all you got was just another shrug. “Forget it! Here, take these and try drinking all the water, you’ll feel better after.” Then he was gone, leaving you behind, completely and utterly confused. What the hell?

After taking the pills and having a quick shower, you popped some clothes on top of your bathing suit, since the plan was to spend the day at the ocean, on a boat you and your friends had rented before coming here. Downstairs, everyone looked a little hungover too, which made you feel less bad about yourself. “Good morning, sunshine! How’s the beer pong queen doing?” Alisha’s voice was like a hammer to your head, making you want to smash it against the wall. “Like shit!” You responded, making her laugh.

Breakfast was already served, so after pouring yourself a big cup of the freshly brewed coffee, you took a piece of toast and spread some jam on top, munching it down as fast as you possibly could, since your body literally craved food. From where you stood, you could see Josh outside, talking to some of the guys, looking like he’d rather be doing anything else but that.

“Morning!” Harrison’s voice startled you, making you jump, almost dropping your coffee in the process. “Fuck, you scared me!” You mumbled, trying to catch your breath. “Sorry!” The blonde laughed, “No, you’re not!” Rolling your eyes, you smiled, not being able to resist his ocean eyes.

“So, great party, huh?” Harrison asked while getting himself some coffee. “Shit, I drank so much I don’t even remember.” You let it out, feeling embarrassed. “So you don’t remember anything about last night?” The blonde asked, seemingly disappointed. “Just until beer pong, after that it’s all a blur.” You said, “Why? Did I do something stupid?” You quickly added, feeling like you did judging by his expression. “No, no! Don’t worry, you… you were fine.” Harrison tried to laugh it off, but you could see right through it.

Before you could further question though, Alisha was already ushering everyone to get ready to leave soon, since the boat was already available to them. You waited for Josh, and when he finally decided to acknowledge you, you made your way upstairs, where you packed a bag with some of the essentials.

“Is everything alright?” You asked your boyfriend before leaving, deciding it was a good idea to figure things out before getting in the boat. “Huh? Yeah, just… a little tired.” Josh brushed it off, leaving you even more suspicious. “You sure? You know you can talk to me, right?” Getting closer, you looked him in the eye, realizing he had a hard time doing the same. “I know”, he gave you a peck before adding, “Now let’s go, we don’t wanna be late”, getting out of your embrace, leaving you that much more confused.

Once everyone was in, you guys took off, the boat being just big enough to fit all of you comfortably. You had to admit you felt a bit sick at the beginning since you were still pretty much hungover but it quickly passed, thankfully letting you enjoy the sailing. When the boat stopped at a more reserved area, you were quick to strip down and jump out, getting into the slightly cold water, where you stayed for the next hours.

The place you were in was beautiful, the water almost crystal clear, making the whole experience even better. You were swimming when you felt something grab your feet, making you scream in fear of being a jellyfish or even a shark. Looking back, you found Harrison laughing his head off, absolutely thrilled by his little prank. “You idiot! I thought it was a shark!” You screeched, throwing water at his face when he didn’t stop laughing. “You didn’t”, the blonde let out, “Oh, I did!” You smirked, quickly regretting your choice of action when your ex-boyfriend threw water back at you, starting a war between the two of you.

Josh observed everything from the boat since he had already gotten out of the water, claiming he “wasn’t in the mood for it”. The thing is, you had already noticed he was acting a little off today but you couldn’t figure out the reason for his behavior. That’s why, on the way back to the house, after spending most of the day in the water, you decided to ask Harrison if something had happened the night before that made him upset. “I don’t know, y/n! You just got pretty drunk, passed out and I helped him take you to your room.” The blonde shrugged, deciding it wasn’t his place to tell you what you had said.

At the house, you decided to take a shower, just to wash the seawater off your body, and since Josh was there with you, you decided to test the waters and ask him if he wanted to join you. “It’s fine, I’ll go after you”, were his exact words, which left you wondering if your ex-boyfriend had actually told you the truth. Things only got weirder when you left the bathroom since Josh was nowhere to be seen, his suitcase and clothes gone, making you quickly change into some a dress before running downstairs.

“Have you seen Josh?” You asked your friends, who all gave you pitiful looks. "He's outside, y/n! I… I think he’s leaving.” Alisha said, making you sprint outside, where just as she said, your boyfriend had already packed his stuff in the trunk of his car. “What the fuck? Josh! Hey, what’s going on?” You asked as soon as you reached him. “Isn’t it clear? I’m leaving!” He stated, closing the trunk door with a loud thud, making you flinch, “Why? Why are you leaving? What happened?” You asked, completely oblivious.

Josh laughed, before making his way to the driver’s side of the car, “You’re really asking me this?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, of course, I am! You treated me like shit the whole day and now you’re suddenly leaving, what else could I ask?” You fumed, losing your already thin running patience. “I treated you like shit? You’re all over your ex-boyfriend this whole weekend and I am the one treating you like shit? Yeah, it seems fair!” Josh shouted, slamming his door shut. “Josh, stop it! This is not true!” You yelled back. “But it is, y/n! It fucking is, you’re still in love with him, you told yourself so!”

Freezing, you took a step back, “What? When?” You asked, “Last night when you passed out. He took you to our room and before he left you told him you still loved him.” Your boyfriend’s voice trembled, making your heart drop. “Josh, please, listen to me! I was drunk, I didn’t know what I was saying!” You insisted but he wasn’t having any of it, “Please, y/n! We both know it’s true, you were just fooling yourself.” The boy accused, “Josh, please, don’t go! Let’s talk about this, let’s figure it out together!” You begged, but he shook his head, “I can’t do this, y/n! I can’t stay between you two and act like you don’t still fucking love each other. It's ridiculous! You can call me after you figure things out with him but, until then, I’m moving out. I’ll send someone to pick up my stuff.”

“Josh, please, don’t go! Please!” You desperately tried to change your boyfriend’s mind, but in the end, he drove off, leaving you a complete and utter sobbing mess behind. Hugging yourself, you cried, feeling like your whole world had turned upside down in the last minutes. Taking a few steps, you decided to sit on the stairs that led to the beach, not wanting to deal with any of your friend’s questions about what happened.

It was a few minutes later when you heard footsteps approaching, and you didn’t even have to look to know it was him. Harrison sat beside you, staying silent until your crying subsided. “What happened?” He asked, patiently waiting for your response. Taking a deep breath, you decided to just rip the bandaid off. “Josh broke up with me and left.” You said, feeling your voice tremble. You could hear Harrison sigh beside you, “Why?” The blonde asked.

“I think you can figure it out on your own.” You scoffed, trying desperately to dry your tears. Harrison froze, he didn’t know what to say knowing Josh had broken up with you because of him? “I’m… I’m sorry, y/n!” The blonde let it out, feeling his heart ache. You shrugged, before getting enough courage to finally look at him, “The worst part is that he’s right,” you said, getting your ex-lover’s attention, “I still fucking love you Harrison,” you cried, being suddenly cut by Harrison’s lips.

At that exact moment, you felt yourself relax, and even though you knew what you were doing was totally wrong, your body had a very different idea. The kiss just felt right, like you had been craving for something only he could give you. His lips melted together with yours the same way they did all those months ago, like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly with each other.

Pulling apart, Harrison’s hands went to your face, dabbing away your tears with his thumbs. “Hey, look at me,” the boy whispered, lifting your face until you were staring into each other’s eyes. “I love you, y/n! I love you so fucking much and I’m so sorry about everything, I never wanted to hurt you.” Harrison recited, “Why should I trust you?” You sniffed, not wanting to get your hopes up only for it to all come breaking down again.

“Listen, I know I betrayed you, okay? I know I made promises I didn’t keep and I’m so fucking sorry for that. But it’s different now, we grew up and we learn from our mistakes, so please, believe me when I say that I want you! I wanna be with you for the rest of my life, you are my person y/n/n! And unfortunately, it took me losing you to realize that but I get all those romance movies you made me watch when we were together, I get it now! All the declarations of love and sacrifices the couples did for each other because I’d do the same for you. Over and over again!” Harrison let it all out, hoping you’d see how truthful he was.

You were speechless, you didn’t know what to say or even do in a situation like this one, should you believe the boy who broke your heart, or should you stay away from him and figure things out with Josh? The latter option seemed the most reasonable one but you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore, you loved the blonde boy with beautiful ocean eyes that was sitting beside you with your whole heart, you were sure of that. There wasn’t a single cell in your body who didn’t want to jump at Harrison, kiss his lips, and hold him close so he never slipped away again.

So, that was exactly what you did, you launched yourself in his arms, going right back to his lips, the only place you felt you truly belonged. His hands hold your body close, while yours are immersed through his dirty blonde curls. When you pulled away, both of you carried silly but honest smiles, which meant more than any word could say.

“I love you, y/n! So much!” Harrison exclaimed, hugging you close. “I love you too! But I swear if you break my heart I’ll kill you.” You let it out, making him laugh. “I promise I won’t!” He kissed you, before adding “But in case it happens, you’d probably have company for that.” Turning around, you could see all your friends waving and cheering you from the house, making you laugh and bury your face into Harrison’s neck.

You spent the rest of the trip glued to the hip, it seemed like both of you were afraid of letting go and end up losing the other again. You knew your relationship wasn’t perfect, to be fair none of them are, but you were okay with that, after all this time you finally had each other again and that was more than enough for you.

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Four Years of Birthdays

A/N: Hey everyone! This isn’t my first time writing for Harry but my first time actually posting it so I’m very excited! This is inspired by the little piece I wrote on Tom Holland’s birthday, I wanted to make a similar concept. Hope you guys like it, and happy birthday to our beloved baby boy Harry Styles! We love you so much!💜

Word Count: 2.4k (she tiny because I suck)

Summary: Harry’s four different birthdays with Y/N in differents points of his life.

Fluff all the way! with like a little talk about sexual themes because I had to.

poc friendly and plus size friendly (I think, please tell me if I made a mistake!) because we dont blush bright red or swim in men’s clothes in this house💫

2019 - 25th Birthday

Spending his birthday with Y/N was one of Harry’s favourite things. Over the last ten years of his life, she had missed quite a few of them as he was on the road and she was back home in London, going to uni and living a normal life. It was only the last couple of years that he was able to be home on his birthday, his solo career allowing him a bit more freedom to arrange his schedule as he wanted.

This year, he had wanted to have a quiet birthday, just with his family and close friends. And of course, his girlfriend, who was currently climbing on his back on the bed, trying to coax him out of sleep.

“Loviee” she whined into the back of his neck between kisses. “Wake up.”

“No.” his voice was deeper than usual as he groaned, trying to bury himself more into the pillows to avoid the bright sunlight in the room. “‘M sleepy.”

“But it’s your birthday.” she protested with a kiss to a small part of his cheek that wasn’t hidden away. “I need to give you your 25 kisses.”

“Just 25?” he frowned, raising his head from the pillow to look back at her. “That’s nowhere near enough! You kiss me more on a regular day.”

“Hmm..” she pretended to ponder his words, one of her hands going up to brush away the soft curls that fell on his forehead. “Then how about I give you a blowie for 25 minutes?”

Even if she couldn’t see his face, she would still be able to hear the grin in his voice. “Now that’s more like it.” He was turning over and laying on his back in a heartbeat, tugging at her thighs to make her straddle him again.

She complied, throwing one leg over his hips and gently sitting on thighs, not putting her full weight. She leaned down to softly brush her lips against his, once, twice, three times. “Happy birthday, baby.” she sighed against them, rubbing her nose against his lovingly.

“Thank you, angel.” he smiled, letting his hands roam over the soft material of her shirt. “I reckon it’s gonna be the best one so far.”

“Really? Is there a reason why?” she grinned, feeling like she already knew the answer.

“Because this is the first one I’m waking up with you as my girlfriend. Finally,” he sighed. “I can kiss you for real instead of making a wish for it when I blow out the candles.”

“You’re so cheesy.” she teased with a smile, leaning down to give him another kiss. “I still can't believe you wished for it.”

“Literally every year.” he confirmed, only blushing slightly under her loving gaze. “Honestly don’t know what I’m gonna wish for this time. It’s been the same thing for many years.”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something.” She placed a final peck to his lips, then swiftly got up from his lap. “Now get up, your mum’s expecting us for breakfast.”

“But- but- my blowie!”

She looked back to see an adorable pout on his lips, one that she almost couldn’t resist. Almost.

“Later.” she promised, pulling him to his feet and laying a few kisses on his neck. “I’m gonna take care of you properly tonight, after your party. Along with your final present.”

“You’re a tease.” he breathed, the meaning behind her words not so hidden. She grinned, and trailed her hand softly down his back until she was grabbing his bum, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Heyy!” he jumped, trying to grab her before she made a run for the bathroom, and failing.

“Pick your outfit, it takes ages!” she yelled through the closed door, making him huff and fall back on the bed dramatically.

“Harry Edward Styles!” Well, guess she knew him too well.

“Yes, ma’am!”

2009 - 15th birthday

“Hello.”

Harry raised his head from the plastic cup he was refilling, to see a familiar girl looking at him with a friendly smile.

“Hi.” he smiled back as he straightened up, silently giving her the cue to go on.

“Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to say that I really liked your performance. You guys were incredible!”

“Oh, thank you! Of course you’re not bothering me. I’m glad to know you liked it.” He grinned. “We’re at the same school, right? I’ve seen you around before.”

“Yeah, but we’ve never actually talked, I think. I’m Y/N, by the way. Will invited me because I live next door.” she explained, nodding towards his bandmate that was currently hosting his birthday party/small concert in his garage.

“You don’t need to explain yourself! Next time, I’ll just have to make sure that I invite you myself.”

She grinned at his words. “That’s very nice of you, Harry. Oh, and happy birthday, by the way! I almost forgot.” Right, she was at his birthday party. She already knew his name.

“Thank you! And thanks for coming.”

Before she could open her mouth to say anything else, the lights were dimmed and the back entrance of the garage was illuminated with a soft, orange light as his friends brought in the cake. Off-key voices singing him happy birthday filled the space, and he made his way to his friends with a huge smile on his face, Y/N joining the small crowd around him as they waited for him to blow out the candles.

“Don’t forget to make a wish!” one of his mates yelled just as he was leaning towards the cake.

“Sorry.” he chuckled, then closed his eyes to make his wish. I want to make music. For all my life.

Little did he know, that would be his only wish in the next ten years that didn’t involve the girl that he had just met.

2016 - 22th birthday

“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two! Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you!”

“What the fuck.” he muttered into his pillow, trying to figure out if he was dreaming or if his phone was actually ringing with a Taylor Swift song. But even when he was wide awake after a few minutes he could still hear her melodic voice, so he reached out with a groan and checked the caller ID. Of course.

“How did you manage to change my ringtone all the way from London?” he answered in a groggy voice.

“Well, good morning to you too, hun, took you long enough! I’m very good, thanks for asking! And I got Niall to do it yesterday, obviously.”

“... Morning Y/N.”

“Oh, stop grumbling, it doesn’t suit you. Get up and get ready, I’m gonna facetime you in thirty minutes.” And before he could say anything, she hung up on him.

He looked at this phone in disbelief. Did she just hang up on me on my birthday?! He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the soft smile that appeared on his face. To be honest, there were a lot of things he couldn’t help when it came to her.

Half an hour later, when he was freshly showered and dressed, his phone rang with an incoming facetime call just like she said. She probably set an alarm for exactly thirty minutes, he thought fondly.

Her smiling face greeted him as he accepted the call. “Happy birthday, Haz!!”

“Thanks, love.” he chuckled, eyeing the tiny cupcake in front of her through the small screen. “Whatcha got there?”

“That’s your birthday cupcake, made it myself! Was tired of shitty store-bought cake.”

“I don’t know, it looks kind of ugly.” he joked, grinning at her mock-offended face. “I could do better. I worked in a bakery, ya know.”

“You literally just ran the register and washed the dishes.”

“Still, in a bakery!”

She was shaking her head at his shit-eating grin, but he could still see a soft smile playing at her lips. It caused his heart to flutter in his chest. What he wouldn’t give to see her smiling at him like that everyday.

“Anyway, candle time!” she piped, grabbing a lighter from somewhere behind the camera and lighting up the single candle on her tiny cupcake.

Harry watched her raise the cupcake closer to the camera and she instructed him to make a wish. This routine was familiar to them now. Every year, she would video call with a different type of cake, to make up for not being able to be there with him.

Harry closed his eyes, and made the same wish that he had been making for the last six years of his life. I wish you were mine.

He opened his eyes and blew lightly towards the screen, her actions matching his as she blew out the candle in his place. She gave a little cheer afterwards, and the brightness of her eyes warmed him up all the way down to his toes, even through a phone screen.

They talked for a while after that, catching up on each other’s lives and discussing the dates they would be able to meet up again. She hung up with a final ‘happy birthday, love you!’ and then he was left staring at his phone, a small smile still remaining on his face. I wish you were mine.

And later, when he logged onto his twitter account and tweeted some certain song lyrics, he only cared about one person’s reaction out of millions.

2018 - 24th birthday

“Hey. I’ve been looking for you.”

Harry turned towards the kitchen door that led to the back garden, seeing her slide it close to make her way towards him.

“Just taking a breather, love.” he said, accepting his woolly coat that she handed him. “Thank you.”

“Didn’t want you to catch a cold.” She sat next to him on the wooden porch bench, wrapped up in her own fuzzy coat. There was another item in her hand, a thick, heavy looking box.

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing at it.

“Oh, I came here to give it to you. Your final gift.”

“Y/N.” he sighed. “The others were more than enough.”

“I don’t think this even counts as my gift, honestly.” She grinned at the puzzled look on his face. “Just open it.”

He did. Inside was a thick notebook, a scrapbook by the looks of it, that read ‘Happy Birthday Harry! - 2018’

He looked at her curiously, but she just smiled and told him to open it again. He turned to the first page, and ran his gaze across the page. His eyes widened in surprise. He quickly flipped a few pages to see that all of them had the same thing; printings. Printed screenshots from various social media platforms, of his fans wishing him a happy birthday.

“I know you don’t use social media a lot these days.” she explained as he kept reading the tweets glued onto the scrapbook. “But you were trending on Twitter today, and yesterday too, lots of people wishing you a happy birthday and telling how much they loved you. I thought you might want to see it.”

He let out a watery laugh, not being able to tear his gaze away from the book in his hands. He couldn’t help the tears, not really. She had taken the time to print out lots and lots of tweets, instagram posts, everything; she had cut them and put them in this book and added little stickers in between with colorful doodles. And she had done it to carry his fans’ messages to him, she had basically hand-delivered their gifts of love to him.

“Thank you.” he breathed, his voice catching in his throat. “This is… I think this may be the best gift I’ve ever received.”

“Well, like I said, it’s not technically from me. I just put some tweets together, your fans are the ones who wrote them.” She paused, then added. “I just wanted you to see just how loved you are. By everyone. You have such a kind heart, and an amazing soul; all of these people are aware of it and they love you for it.” She tapped the book in his lap, emphasising her words.

“Thank you.” he repeated himself, seemingly at a loss for words. He closed the book and carefully put it back in its box, intending to read everything in it later. He placed it beside him, then turned to her and pulled her in a hug.

Her arms were around him in a second, not hesitating to tighten around him and pull him closer. She was so warm even in the cold weather, and she smelled so nice, and he wouldn’t be able to pull back if he tried. He didn’t know how long they sat there in each other's embrace, but when he felt her starting to lean back, something in him shifted. He turned his head towards her as she pulled away, so his cheek was softly grazing hers. She stilled a bit, looking into his eyes as if she was looking for something, then she closed her eyes and turned the rest of the way, her lips meeting his in a gentle kiss.

His breath hitched in his throat as his lips slightly parted, a small gasp making its way out of them when he realized finally, finally he was kissing her. He was kissing Y/N. This was really happening.

He brought a hand up to gently cup her cheek, his thumb stroking her cheekbone as they kissed, probably the softest, the most incredible kiss of his life. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe how amazing she felt against him, how her hands in his hair felt just right, how warm her cheek was under his hand.

But despite every bone in his body wanting to kiss her forever, he was the first one to pull away, because he just couldn’t keep it in anymore. “I wish you were mine.”

“What?” she asked breathlessly, apparently still under the effect of their kiss.

“I wish you were mine.” he repeated. “That’s the wish I’ve made on every single birthday since I was sixteen. Everytime you looked at me and told me to make a wish, I was only able to think about how much I wanted to kiss you.”

She stared at him with parted lips, looking into his eyes like she was trying to figure out if he was messing with him. She could only see love and admiration.

“You’re an idiot, Harry Styles.” she breathed. Then, she cupped his face with her hands and kissed him again, and again, and again, and he felt like everything in his life was finally going to be okay.

some end notes: Sooo I’m sorry for the kind of shitty ending. It’s literally 3 am in Turkey rn and I have an early class but I just wanted to finish this quickly and post it before I went to bed. I haven’t written anything in months because I wasn’t 🌌feeling it🌌 so I basically bullied myself into writing this haha. This is my first posted Harry piece but there are a few other pieces I’ve been working on! (for months, literally. *sigh*)

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