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GOLDEN TICKET

A/N: a little something to set off this year's halloween🎃 though i plan to post another fic too tomorrow!

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SUMMARY: You change your mind about your halloween costume last minute because you fear Harry might find it too revealing, but he thinks otherwise.

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With a longing sigh you take one last look of the costume you intended to wear tonight before showing it into your closet and changing your mind for good. Your original costume was awesome and you knew you’d have gotten tons of compliments as a sexy Willy Wonka, but you might have one a little overboard with the sexy part. You found the perfect red velvet coat in a thrift store in the summer and you knew you had to buy it for Halloween and later you opted for a very tiny black dress underneath. Very. Tiny. It shows a great amount of cleavage and your butt is barely covered too, but you thought the coat would cover everything necessary. You would have paired it all with a pair of thigh high boots and you ordered a wig, the hat and the iconic pair of glasses too to top it all off.

But things have changed since the summer, you were single back then, ready to make jaws drop at the Halloween frat party, but September came with an unexpected turn.

You started dating Harry Styles. The most wanted man on campus.

You’re still unsure how you ended up scoring the guy every girl drools after in school, but he is yours, you’re happier than ever and you don’t want to mess it up with anything. Like dressing too slutty for a party and causing a scene when guys catcall you for wearing such a tiny dress. Harry hasn’t given you any reason to think he would flip, but you just don’t want to risk it. Fratboys tend to be a tad bit too territorial when it comes to girlfriends, you’ve seen it yourself last year when Thomas Welsh dragged his girlfriend out of a party when he saw her walk into the room in a tight and cropped tanktop. Everyone heard them fight outside, Thomas was seeing red, accusing poor girl with straight up wanting to cheat on him in front of his eyes.

You are definitely not trying to go through the same thing, so Willy Wonka is ditched.

When Harry texts you that he is just about five minutes away from your dorm, you’ve just finished getting ready. Since you changed your mind about the costume so last minute, you didn’t have time to put together a killer second one so you ended up with a basic Wednesday Adams costume, since you had everything for that in your wardrobe already. It looks fine, the braids look actually cute on you, but you still feel bitter about not being Willy Wonka.

There’s a knock on your door and you rush to open it. Harry is standing there, leaning against the doorframe in his sparkly Elton John LA Dodgers outfit that you helped him pick out. He looks amazing and it’s the first time you see him with the glasses on. The fit is on point for sure.

He is smirking brightly when you open the door, but when he sees you, confusion takes over his expression as he walks in.

“What happened?” he asks, taking a long look at your outfit.

“What do you mean?”

“You said you’d be Willy Wonka. What happened to that?”

You open your mouth to tell him you never told him you’d be Willy Wonka, but then you realize that you actually did. On your first date.

And he remembered.

“Um… That didn’t work out,” you shrug, playing it off as you gather your phone and purse so you can leave. Or you at least try to, because Harry takes your hands, empties them and pulls you to your bed.

“Why don’t you want to wear the Willy Wonka costume, babe? You seemed so excited about it earlier.”

“How do you even remember? I briefly mentioned it on our first date,” you huff, trying to change the subject sneakily.

“I remember everything about you,” he grins, tapping a finger on your nose. “Now tell me, what happened to the costume? Did it get ruined or something?”

“Nothing. It’s still fine in my closet,” you mumble.

“So then why aren’t you wearing it?”

“Can we just move on, please? You don’t like my Wednesday costume?”

“I like it, but you clearly don’t.”

You groan as you roll your eyes. You hate how persistent he is, but it’s also one of his best traits. He doesn’t slack, he doesn’t try to avoid anything.

“The dress is… kinda revealing. Or more like… slutty,” you admit, looking anywhere but at his handsome face. “I don’t want you to get frustrated when other guys comment on it.”

He stays silent then, for so long that you look at him at last only to see him smiling at you. That’s not the reaction you were expecting, at all.

“Wear the costume, Y/N.”

“What? Didn’t you hear me?” you ask with wide eyes.

“I did,” he nods.

“I said my dress is slutty. I mean, really! It’s short, tight and my boobs are on display,” you repeat, elaborating on the details, but he is still smirking cheekily at you.

“Now I just want to see you in it even more. Wear the costume, babe.”

“You’re not gonna… make a scene if someone says something dirty?”

“I know how to fight,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “They can look all they want, I’m fine with that, but I’ll just throw punches if they make you uncomfortable. Easy as it is.”

“You’re not gonna turn into the green eyed monster if you see someone staring at my boobs or legs?”

“As long as they are just looking, I think I’ll be fine. I will look too,” he adds with a chuckle. “I’m a pretty calm dude. I’ll only act if I feel like you’re in danger.”

You’re speechless. Completely.

Any guy you know would have flipped and turned into a cavemen while Harry is just sitting there, smiling calmly at you. It starts to sink in for real that you’ve hit the jackpot with him.

But you kinda already knew that.

Leaning in you press a big, sloppy kiss to his lips before jumping up from the bed to change. Harry makes himself comfortable on your bed, scrolling on his phone and you tell him to cover his eyes before you put on your costume and do the last touches.

“Ready?” you ask him, striking a pose in front of him as he sits with his hand over his eyes.

“Absolutely,” he grins.

“Okay, you can look.”

He moves his hand and his eyes land on you. His mouth hangs open as he runs his gaze up and down your body over and over again.

“What do you think?” you ask, fixing your hat, giving him a twirl. He is just staring at you, not saying a word and as the moments pass by silently, you get scared the dress is too much after all and he has changed his mind. “I-I can change back if—“

“No, no, no!” he jumps up from the bed, walking over to you. “Don’t change!”

“But you seem… shocked. You don’t like it?” you nervously ask as his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you against him.

“I love it, babe. I just… I have never wanted to have sex with Willy Wonka, so it’s a surprise to me,” he admits, making you laugh.

“It’s not too much? Are you sure you’re fine with me wearing it?”

“You can wear anything you want. I told you,” he smirks. “I know how to fight.”

He kisses you as his arms tighten around you and the two of you get carried away pretty fast, especially when he realizes just how easily he can get under your dress with this skirt length.

“Mm, wait, we’re already awfully late,” you remind him between kisses.

“But Mrs. Wonka, I won the golden ticket!” he whines playfully.

“I will show you around the chocolate factory later, okay?” you giggle, stealing a few more kisses before peeling him off of you.

“Will I get a taste too, if I’ll be a good boy tonight?” he cheekily asks, following you out of the room.

“Of course. I’ll give you my sweetest treats,” you grin at him.

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