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gucciwins · 5 months

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Y/N just wants Harry to like her.

Word count: 5964

A/N: Friends!!!!! I am sorry to have disappeared but I am back. Yes, I am aware this is a Halloween/October story but you're getting it now mid November (that has been going by fast). I won't work on any holiday stories because I have no idea what to write. So if you have an idea and want me to write it feel free to shoot me an ask.

Now happy reading! I love you

Many people go to work ready to return home, but not Y/N. No, she walks in every day with a smile and a pep in her step. She greets her coworkers by name and occasionally brings baked goods she knows everyone will enjoy. Y/N loves her job, and she’s happy to go every day.

Y/N went from working in a job she hated because it was filled with men constantly belittling her and gaslighting her that she was doing her job wrong when she was actually excelling. It all got to be too much, and Y/N decided to quit. Thank goodness she did because soon into her job search, she received an email from Carla Crain asking her if she’d be interested in joining her company. Y/N went to the interview, and after basically being pitched her dream job, she accepted and entered as head engineer.

She’d be lying if she wasn’t nervous starting, but the people Carla had hired all shared the same values on work and life. Y/N knew she’d be in safe hands. The company is small but slowly growing. It allows for every employee to get to know each other and everyone to remember that together, they can be successful. Y/N had been at the job for two years and, with time, brought new coworkers.

There is Estrella, who loves to talk to you about astrology, ironically enough. She states that the invisible string theory is real and that if everyone tracked it, they would notice just how small the world is.

Carmy has a tough exterior, but once anyone gets him talking, he never stops. He loves chatting about his family and his pet Pitbull named Daisy.

Maeve is petite, and every other month comes in with a new color in their hair. Y/N enjoys it when everyone in the office places bets on what it will be.

Tatum is from Scotland and loves to remind everyone when they all go out for drinks on the weekend.

Chessy is the only one who works remotely, but when she comes in, she is always laughing in the office. They also all get a basket of fresh fruit and vegetables from her garden.

Overall, Y/N knows she had the best coworkers and wouldn’t change her job for the world, but as their company grows, so does the need in their team. The newest hire is Harry Styles, who has come in as a computer technician to help develop their website and also help with any internal security. Honestly, all she knew was that it was a complex job.

Harry was on the quiet side. She tried to start conversations with him, but he always seemed to brush her off. At first, Y/N wondered if she should take it personally but soon learned he did that to everyone. Even though he didn’t open up to them, they still invited Harry to join them.

The thing was, he rejected all their dinners. Y/N loved going to a Korean BBQ Maeve introduced them to, and Harry claimed not to eat meat (not that she didn’t think it wasn’t true. Chessy was vegetarian, after all.) They would go to a bar and share a few drinks when they knew they would all be having a long weekend off. Harry always claimed he had an early morning. It didn't matter if they offered to meet earlier. Y/N’s favorite nights were trivia nights that happened at a local brewery. Y/N was a beat, especially in history. Harry declined, and this one hurt her the most.

Everyone would ask Harry to join.

Karaoke. Can’t hold a tune.

Bowling. Too loud.

It seems there was an excuse for everything.

Everyone began to stop inviting him out, and while Y/N didn’t enjoy being told no, she would send notes to the office with the time and place of what they would be doing. She’d always keep an eye on the door, but Y/N went home disappointed each time.

The thing was, Y/N was determined to make a friend out of Harry. She soon learned large public settings must be overwhelming for him and decided to find a new way to approach him. Everyone took lunch at the same time in the office except for Harry. Sometimes, they all ate at the sub shop across the street. Most times, Y/N brought food from home, and she cooked. While she liked eating out, Y/N preferred a home-cooked meal. She caught Harry taking his lunch half an hour later than her and used that to her advantage.

They had a conference that always remained empty as everyone preferred the main lounge. Harry went in there every day for his lunch hour. One day, Y/N walks in, smiles at him, and sits as far away as she can. She made sure to only be there for ten minutes. The next day, she stayed for twenty and wished him a nice lunch when she left.

Slowly, Harry begins to spare her glances, but Y/N keeps to herself until the day she sits across from him.

“Hi, Harry. Is it okay for me to sit here?”

No answer.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

He fidgets with his fork.

“I saw a lime bike out front. Did you ride that today?”

Harry looks at her briefly before staring back at his plate.

“I’ve always wanted to try one, but I’m honestly scared of being hit by a car. Chessy lets me ride hers when I go down to visit her. She’s got beautiful trails. You’d probably enjoy it.”

Y/N thinks that’s enough for today and excuses herself. She doesn’t realize Harry noticed she didn’t take a bite of her lunch. When she goes back to her desk after using the restroom, she finds three chocolate chip cookies sitting on her desk. Y/N rushes to try one, doesn’t even think of who delivered them or that a green-eyed man was standing right outside waiting to hear her reaction.

With time, it seems Harry is coming to appreciate Y/N’s presence. He has never expressed it, but she knows because he nods when he agrees to something she says or tightens the hold on his fork when Y/N shares something upsetting. Y/N had not gotten more than two words out of him. At this point, Y/N felt like Harry knew everything about her; all she knew was that he had the most beautiful eyes, and his hair always looked soft.

One day, after many lunches together, she finds Harry reading a book. Y/N knows he might want quiet, but her curiosity gets the best of her.

“Any good?”

Harry looks up and grimaces. “Think it’s really boring.”

Y/N laughs because she wasn’t expecting that response. “Then put it down.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t like not knowing the ending.”

Y/N shrugs, “if you don’t like a book, I wouldn’t put myself through the torture of it all. Skip to the end if you're curious.” She understands she spoke too much and excuses herself.

The next day, Harry is sitting in his usual spot, but this time, a new book is in his hand. Y/N bites back a smile.

“What’s this one about?”

“My sister recommended it,” he defends.

Y/N isn’t halted by his harsh tone. “What’s it about?”

“Well, it’s Pride and Prejudice.” He shows her the book cover.

“Like the movie?” Y/N asks.

Harry laughs, and Y/N feels successful. His laughter rings in her ears. It’s a lovely sound, and she wishes to hear it more. “Yeah…I like the movie.”

“Me too,” she gushes. “Do you think I’d like the book?”

He frowns, “if you like Jane Austen.”

“Might have to pick it up next time I’m in the shops.”

Their interactions are solely during their lunches but sometimes spills out during work. Y/N seemed to have an issue with her computer and radioed IT. She needed to submit her document, but her desktop appeared to freeze whenever she opened a new file. Harry knocked on her door, and she welcomed him in. Y/N explained the issue, and Harry was quick to get to work. It was only a few minutes when she noticed that her document was open and her computer wasn’t having a meltdown.

“Thank you so much, Harry!” Y/N cheers, knowing he saved her.

Harry shrugs because it’s his job. “You have a nice photo.” He’s pointing to her picture frame on her desk. It’s a picture of her and a dog in Iceland at the end of her hike. It was taken back when she was nineteen years old.

“Thank you. I took that on my first solo trip.” She bites her lip, hoping Harry takes the bait.

“Where to?” He asks curiously.

She silently cheers, “Iceland.”

“Is that your dog?”

“I actually found him mid-hike and took him back with me. I hoped to see his owner on the trail, but there was no luck. He didn’t even seem worried. Once I returned to the car park, his owner was there. After that hike, I decided I liked the company of a dog and returned home to adopt Tutter, a Jack Russel Terrier who loves to play fetch.”

“Why isn’t Tutter on your desk?”

Y/N feels her face flush, “now, don’t be mean. I love my son, but that trip taught me I can do anything I set my mind to, whether alone or with company.”

Harry gives her the slightest smile. “I-I learned Italian because I always dreamed of having an Italian home.”

Y/N’s eyes brighten. Harry is opening up to her, and instead of pushing, she offers more of herself. “I’ve dreamed of visiting. The Amalfi coast is my dream to swim in. Silly, I know,” she brushes off, trying to downplay her excitement.

Harry doesn’t let her. “You’ll make it.”

He finally excuses himself. Y/N is happy for the rest of the day because she realizes Harry is allowing her in.

September means the preparations for Halloween have begun. It starts with little things, from coasters and mugs to the occasional treat. One day, a tiny spider sits on his desk for a second. Harry believed it was real until it began to glow purple. Harry kept it on his desk next to his sticky notes. He doesn't do anything about it; there’s no need. By the second week, the office is entirely decorated. Harry admits a few decorations have scared him, especially the skeleton in the corner of the restroom.

It’s a quiet day when he’s walking by the break room on his way to the secluded office to have lunch when he hears people talking. Harry pauses because he hears Y/N’s voice mixed in with everyone else.

“But it seems like he doesn’t like us,” Harry hears quietly.

“It’s hard,” Y/N defends. “You’re all extroverts. It can be overwhelming.”

Harry knows she’s trying for them to understand.

“But Carla is all about unity in the office. This is a concern.”

“It’s not, Carmy.” Y/N shuts him down, clearly upset she had to defend him.

Harry decides he’s heard enough and decides to eat lunch alone in his car. He’s thankful it was a sandwich and nothing he had to heat up. For the entire lunch and the rest of the day, all he thinks about are the words of his coworkers.

Y/N looked for Harry, excited to talk about a book she started, but Harry was nowhere to be found. She wouldn’t have been concerned, but it’s clear no one saw him since before lunch. She wishes Harry could confide in her even if a fraction of what she shares with him/

The next day, everyone walks into the office at their usual time, everyone making their rounds together to the break room to prepare their coffees and store their lunch in the fridge. When Y/N walks in, she sees her coworkers huddled around the table and peeks around them to see what has captured their attention. There on the table is a box of Halloween cookies from a bakery uptown with a note attached.

Enjoy - HS

Y/N lets a smile take over her face. She knew Harry cared about them but understood why he finally did something. She tells her coworkers they owe him an apology, and they all agree. Y/N makes sure to head to Harry’s office and thank him for the cookies. Harry tells her it’s nothing. She bounces away to her office, where Estrella, Carmy, Maeve, and Tatum are standing outside her door.

“Can you come with us? Feel like he likes you.” Tatum tells her.

Y/N sighs and tells them to follow her. Once again, she knocks on his door, and they all file in when he welcomes her in. Harry looks at them confused.

“Uh, is there an issue?” Harry asks, concerned.

Carmy starts, “we want to apologize if you overheard us yesterday.”

“Right,” Harry sighs, knowing it might be a good time to share with them. If he trusted Y/N and she trusted them, he knew he could also start to.

“It was wrong of us,” Maeve continues. “Y/N raves about how smart and nice you are, but we don’t get to see that. We’re sorry.”

Everyone else repeats the sentiment while Harry looks at Y/N, who offers him an encouraging smile. She must know his anxiety is through the roof.

Harry takes a deep breath, “right, uh.” He looks down at his shoes, untied lace on his black Adidas. “I struggle with social anxiety and new environments. It’s better than when I was a kid, but it’s easy to get overwhelmed even more when being the new guy.”

“No worries. We get that,” Tatum expresses. “Estrella gets bad migraines.”

“Don’t air other people’s personal stuff,” Y/N reminds them.

“We’re sorry,” they offered one last time. “Thanks for the cookies.”

After that, they hurried out while Y/N stayed behind.

“I wanted to apologize,” he begins.

“You don’t–” Harry cuts her off. “You’ve made me feel comfortable.”

Y/N sighs, letting her shoulders drop. “Not enough, it seems.”

“It can just be too much sometimes.”

“I-I get panic attacks.” Y/N shares, surprising herself. “When I overwhelm myself, it can happen. It’s uncommon and has not happened at work, but I understand.”

“Thank you for sharing,” Harry tells her honestly. “Lunch?”

“See you in a bit then.”

Through September, Y/N and Harry have lunch together every day. They read together, Harry more into classic literature, and Y/N loving to devour a juicy romance that has her pausing every few minutes, trying her best not to scream because the love interest brushed hands. Some days, Y/N will do a sudoku game while Harry does the daily crossword. Y/N likes to solve the Wordle of the day and most times asks Harry for help if she fears she might not get it. Some days, Y/N brings in her laptop during lunch because she is behind and needs to catch up. Harry reminds her to relax. He knows it’s easier said than done, so he tells her about the book he’s reading or asks about her dog and the snacks he eats.

Before she knows if they’ve made it to October. One of the best months of the year. Y/N loves planning events, and this is one she wishes Harry would say yes to. She knocks on his office door, and Harry freezes, staring at his computer screen. He glances at the calendar; it's the first Monday of the month, and Harry knows they’ve planned a fun event.

Harry is practicing his excuse when Y/N walks in with a bright smile, wearing a “Great Pumpkin” shirt with Snoopy and Charlie Brown. She has told him it’s her favorite movie to watch during the month and “The Conjuring” Harry wasn’t sure how the sweetest girl he knew could handle a horror film like that. He had told her she was fearless.

“Hi, Y/N, pretty shirt.”

Y/N looks down at it as if she had forgotten what she was wearing. She beams at his compliment. “Thank you, Harry!”

Harry asks how her day is going and shares how there was traffic on the way down and how she didn’t have time to stop by her favorite coffee shop because there was a line out the door. “Pumpkin spice isn’t even that good, H. I mean, it’s okay, but I wanted my coffee.”

He laughs at her pouting and promises to make her one during lunch. She perks up at his mention of their shared time together.

“Speaking of our time together. We plan to go to a haunted pumpkin patch in the next town over if you want to join us. It’s two weeks from now, so it's the 21st.” Harry could hear the excitement in her voice and didn’t think he could say no to her.

“Everyone is going?”

“We invited everyone, but only Carmy, Estella, Maeve, Tatum, and myself are going. Carla was not for it. Dan is warming up to us but still says no. Though he did agree for trivia next week.”

Before he can stop himself, he says, “yes.”

“You will?” Y/N answers surprised.

“Mhm…uh, it sounds like fun,” he says unconvincingly.

Y/N’s smile brightens, “I’m not hung on haunts, but they’ve got amazing apple cider you’ve got to try with me.”

“Happy to join,” he tells her honestly. “Let me know the ticket cost or if we need to purchase our own.”

She nods eagerly. It’s clear Harry has just made her day.

The day comes faster than he’s ready, and while a part of him is excited, Harry feels his nerves will get the best of him. Y/N had told them no one was dressing up in costume and even went as far as to send him a photo of her outfit to assure him she wasn’t playing a joke with him. She was wearing bell bottoms with a Mickey Mouse in a pumpkin shirt. She told him it was his favorite to wear each year.

Harry knew it would be cold, so he wore a simple Halloween shirt in his closet and loose-fitting jeans. His jacket in his car he knew would keep him warm throughout the night. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone (only Y/N) but also wanted to look nice outside of the office for once. When Harry parked, Y/N told him she’d wait by the entrance for him, and he couldn’t miss her as she had a cute pumpkin headband on.

It seemed Y/N spotted him, too, because she rushed towards him. “Hi, Harry,” she greeted with a cheery smile.

“Hi, you look lovely,” he offered her a small compliment that made his hands sweat.

“You’re too sweet. Come on, we were waiting on you.” She grabs his hand and pulls him along to where everyone else is.

Everyone offers their greeting, and he receives a few compliments on his tame outfit. It’s an old Halloween shirt he got at a vintage shop in New Orleans five years ago. His sister went on a trip and asked him to join. Harry could never say no to her.

Harry notices everyone begins to drift off into conversations, but Y/N stays by his side. He takes the time to admire her as she looks around at all the decorations. There are a lot of people, but it seems they are heading to the pumpkin patch. There are stalls selling sweet treats, and he keeps in mind to buy Y/N a cider, remembering she mentioned loving it. Harry has always thought being in a relationship to be intimidating. He loves love but struggles to put himself out there, to allow someone else to get to know him, but here is Y/N, who managed to worm her way into his life, knocking down all of his walls.

Harry likes Y/N.

It’s something he took a long time to figure out, but when he realized the excitement of seeing her each morning, he looked forward to it. He let it consume him, but he had no idea if she could feel the same way.

“Did you drive here, Harry?” Y/N asks, breaking their silence.

“I did,” he answers.

“Do you think you could maybe take me home?” She brushes her hair out of her face. “I came with Tatum, but she’s been wanting to take the time to connect with Estella, if you know what I mean,” Y/N gestures to them kissing on hay bales.

Harry had no idea that there were feelings between them. “I can do that, Y/N.”

“Great!” She cheers gratefully. “I owe you an apple cider, then.”

Y/N eagerly walks them to the stand, and before she can pay for both, Harry slips the kind older lady a twenty walking away with their drinks. Y/N stays behind, shocked, but quickly catches up, pouting at Harry. “Harry, I was going to pay.”

He shook his head, “my mum would have my head if I let you pay.”

Y/N bends her head, careful to take a sip of the warm drink. “Well, thank you.”

Maeve bounces over to them. “Hi beauties, we’re ready to start if you all are.”

Harry eyes Y/N, waiting to see her response. Y/N offers her friend a large grin, and Harry agrees he’s ready. He throws away their ups, and once he finds Y/N with the group, he slithers to stand behind her. Y/N offers him a tense smile as the group tries to decide who will lead.

“I can go in front,” Harry offers, sensing no one wanting to make the first move. Everyone thanks him and heads to the first maze. Y/N informs him it’s once based on the catacombs in France.

“There’s a movie based on the catacombs,” Y/N shares as they walk together.

“As Above So Below,” Harry says. “It spooked me.”

“You’ve seen it,” she laughs, holding onto his arm for a second, unable to contain her excitement. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“It’s a good one,” he agrees.

They fall into silence as the chatter of their coworker fills the air. Harry sees Y/N get fidgety, but she’s smiling as she leads the way to the short line. “I’m actually really nervous,” she tells Harry.

“We’ll be fine. I got you,” he assures Y/N.

Harry extends his hand, and she accepts it. He intertwines their fingers and pulls her along as the line moves slowly. Y/N does her best not to think about the feeling of his hand, but it fits perfectly between hers. She feels her hand begin to sweat and wants to pull it away, but Harry has a firm grip on her.

“Is it okay?” Harry nods, gesturing to their hands.

“Safe, uh, I feel safe.”

The worker asks how many, and Y/N peeks behind Harry to tell her six. Harry is grateful Y/N knows when to take charge because while he can lead a scary maze and knows everyone is dressed in costumes, he still feels nervous speaking to strangers. Harry squeezes her hand once in thanks. She gives him two quick squeezes in return.

Harry guides them in. Y/N lets go of his hand to hide behind Harry, her hands on his shoulder as she peeks behind him. There is a group ahead where she can hear the people in front screaming, which allows her to prepare for the scare, if that is even possible.

Her eyes widen in amazement as she takes in the darkness of the building. Everything is covered in black cloth. She can see the spots where actors will jump out. Y/N mumbles an apology to Harry for holding on to him tight. Estella is behind her, screaming at everything that moves. Harry steps through the curtain, and she feels her hold on him loosen. As she is stepping closer to reach him, a man screams in her face, making her rush forward and propel Harry into a wall.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” Y/N apologized repeatedly as Harry rushed them to finish the maze. She felt her heartbeat in her throat and knew she needed to calm down. One look at Harry, and he rushed her to a dark corner, not concerned about their friends.

“Y/N? I’m okay. You’re okay.” Harry tried assuring her.

She repeated it in her head. They were okay. They got out of the dumb maze, and Harry wasn’t hurt. It took her a few minutes to realize she had a panic attack. Y/N had not even felt it coming and didn’t think a haunted house would trip her into one, but with all the overthinking she had been doing, it made sense it led to this.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” Y/N bashfully looks away from him. She can’t believe she embarrassed herself in front of him like this.

“No apologies,” he brushes her off and doesn’t ask her any questions, only to ensure she is okay.

They rejoin the group after ten minutes by the looks of everyone's sympathetic smiles. She knows they saw her freak out, but they’re her friends. She knows she’s in safe hands with everyone, especially Harry.

“What’s the next maze?” Y/N asks cheerfully.

And so they continue on.

The next maze is much smoother than the first. Carmy leads, tucking Harry and Y/N in the middle with Tatum and Estella in the back. That order seems to comfort Y/N for the next few mazes. Each worker makes her scream but then falls into giggles when Harry traces comforting shapes on her hand. It takes her mind off these scarers trying to get her to scream and instead focus on the gentle touches of her crush.

While doing the mazes is fun, Y/N is soaking up talking to Harry in line. They’re in a new environment where they do not need to discuss work. She feels free to ask him anything, but sometimes she is unsure where to start. Y/N doesn’t know if she wants to hear about his weekend plans or ask him about his favorite movie or who his favorite Muppet character is?

Talking to Maeve and everyone else is easy because she’s gone out with them. She knows them personally, but with Harry, he always kept that guard up, and now she’s unsure what to do if he decides to keep it up.

To her surprise, Harry always starts the conversation with her. Harry shares about a new show he started watching and how it makes him anxious for the main character when they do something out of character. When he asks Y/N if there is a show she recommends, her mind goes blank, and the first thing that comes to mind is “Fleabag.”

“It’s the saddest but most comforting show I have ever seen,” Y/N gushes.

“With Phoebe Waller-Bridge?”

“Mhmm…the second season has Andrew Scott. Irish treasure.”

“Paul Mescal,” he adds.

“Hozier.”

“Saoirse Ronan,” they say in unison before falling into fits of giggles.

“You’ve got taste, Styles.”

“As do you.”

The line moves, and they change conversations to talk about the best musicals they’ve seen. Y/N swears “Waitress” is the best thing created, but Harry tells her “Moulin Rouge” is his favorite. Y/N loves how easily the conversation with Harry seems to flow. He feels like a long-lost friend. Someone who once was in her life has now found his way back to her.

Not only is he getting along with her, but everyone is getting to see the Harry she had come to know. The one who makes cheesy jokes and loves to hear every detail of the story being told. It turns out he and Maeve frequent the same record store. There’s a Stevie Nicks vinyl Harry is on the hunt for, and Maeve promised to keep an eye out for him. Tatum learns Harry can play guitar and asks him to show them sometime. Something he agreed to with pink cheeks. Y/N knew tonight was a big step for Harry, and she was glad everyone made him feel comfortable.

As the night was coming to an end, the maze lines got shorter, and the more Y/N screamed. It made her laugh right after, but still not her favorite part of the night. Before the cold can settle in, they all call it a midnight night. Tatum and Estella head out hand in hand. Y/N can’t wait for the details of that on Monday. Carmy is telling Harry a story, so Maeve uses the opportunity to remind Y/N to make a move.

“It’s now or never, girlfriend.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “please don’t pressure me on this.”

“Y/N that man is, head over heels for you. If I was antisocial this is not an event I would ever do. Unless someone I fancied asked.”

Y/N toes her food in the sand and, in a low voice, asks, “do you really think he likes me?”

Maeve smiles, brushing Y/N’s hair out of her eyes. “That man lit up every time your eyes were on him. I don’t know Harry as well as you do, but I can notice a guy with a crush from miles away. Trust me on this.”

Y/N backs down, relaxing, “okay.”

“Good. Now text me when you get home. Carmy’s got me.” Maeve gives her a tight hug and then pulls Carmy away from Harry.

He walks over to her with a shy smile on his face. “Have a good time?”

“The best,” she tells him. “Though I might need another apple cider. Think my heart needs it.”

“By all means, lead the way.”

After getting one last warm apple cider, they reach Harry’s car. It’s an electric car because he’s conscious of his environmental impact and knows one person can go a long way into the future. Harry opens Y/N’s car door and waits until he sees her seated and buckled to close her door. As he gets ready to drive off, he turns on the heater, knowing if he’s cold, Y/N must be too.

The car ride starts off quietly, Y/N guiding him every so often when to make a turn. Y/N sees her favorite coffee shop and knows she is almost home. “That was fun,” Harry starts. “I’m happy I went.”

“Mhmm…it was a good time. Glad you joined us,” she tells him honestly.

Harry notices at a red light that she’s fidgeting with her hands and thinks he might still be cold. “Do you need me to turn up the heater?”

Y/N shakes her head, “no, sorry, I’m fine.”

Harry drives down a few more streets when Y/N tells him to turn left. “It’s the third one on the right.”

He parks right outside her driveway. From here, he can see her decorations hung up. It’s decorated charmingly. It’s clear no scaring would happen here. She’s got two pumpkins outside her door. One has stars carved all around; the other is a cat on a witch’s broom. Bat lights are hanging up the railing of the steps. She even has a few inflatables. His favorite has to be the one of Mickey Mouse as a vampire.

“Thank you for driving me home. I appreciated it.” She smiles at him, and he returns it. Harry gets out of the car and opens her door.

“Let me walk you up.”

Y/N feels her cheeks burn and leads the way.

“We’re planning trivia soon,” Y/N says, testing the waters.

“Hmm…only if you’re on my team.”

“We would all be on the same team,” his flirting going over her head.

Harry’s face turns pink, “uh, right.”

She laughs, placing her hand on his bicep. “Only joking.”

Y/N pulls him in, whispering good night, except when she pulls away, she locks eyes with his emerald eyes, and it’s like she’s in a trance. She feels herself leaning in closer, and before she knows it, Y/N presses her lips to Harry in an airy kiss.

She pulls back, shocked. “Sorry,” she breathed out. “I-I should have asked.”

“Ask me,” he pleads.

“What?” Y/N isn’t sure if she heard him correctly.

Harry doesn’t care anymore. He raises his hand to rest on her cheeks. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

She feels how close he is. She can feel his breath mixing with hers. “Yes.”

When their lips meet, Y/N swears she feels time stop. Harry is starting slow as he begins to learn what she likes. Y/N places a hand on his chest, needing to have a secure hold as she feels him take her breath away. Her emotions are all over the place. His lips are smooth as they move against hers in a dance that feels like they’ve done a hundred times before. Harry deepens the kiss, pushing her up against the door, making Y/N grab a fistful of his shirt, not wanting him to pull away. Y/N lets herself get wrapped up in all her feelings because she knows that a kiss this special means it won’t be her only one, and she finally allows all her feelings to pour into the kiss.

Y/N isn’t sure how long they spent kissing outside her door. It seems she’s lost track of time since she got a taste of Harry. “I don’t want you to go,” she mutters against his lips when she feels him begin to pull away.

“I’ll see you Monday,” he promises.

“Too far.

Harry laughs, “you can call me tomorrow when you wake up.” Knowing she likes to sleep in, he would rather not wake her up.

“Okay,” she whispers in defeat.

“Good night,” Harry takes a step back.

Y/N bites her lip and gives him a wave. “Do you want a kiss goodbye?”

Harry can’t say no.

Monday morning, Y/N walks in with a large smile. It makes everyone stop and stare. She makes her rounds, wishing everyone a good morning, and saves Harry for last.

“Hi, Harry.” She chirps.

“Morning,” he answers timidly.

Y/N pouts because he didn’t even look at her. She wanted to see his beautiful eyes. “So I was thinking…” she trails off.

Harry turns, giving her his undivided attention, and Y/N’s smile widens. “How does a date sound to you?”

“A date?” He echoes.

“With me,” she giggles.

“Best thing I've heard all day.”

Y/N claps her hands together, “wonderful.”

“How does this weekend sound?”

“Too far,” she teases. “Saturday?”

“I’ll pick you up,” he promises.

“Good. Good.” Y/N lingers by his door.

“Yes, love?”

Y/N feels her cheeks heat up but doesn’t look away from him. “Are we still on for lunch?”

Harry gives her a dimpled grin, “I’ve got a new book for us to discuss.”

Y/N tells him she can’t wait and walks away. Harry watches her go, and as if she can feel his stare on her, she turns around and gives him a wink. Harry knows he’s way in over his head with someone as amazing as Y/N, but he can’t wait to prove each day to her how much he deserves to be with her.

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sunshine (part 2)

In which Harry's a little bit nicer, and y/n is very excited to possibly, hopefully, maybe be kissed.

sunshine (part 1)

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Y/n’s apartment is filled with a bunch of people she doesn’t know. Maddie has a bunch of people over – not really a party, but a fairly large gathering. A few of her school friends, a couple of her co-workers…. nobody that y/n is really close with, though.

That’s why she locked herself in her room, away from the music and the stuffy, smoke-filled air. She said her polite hello and everything, of course! But… she just wasn’t in the mood to hang out with Maddie’s friends. They weren’t really y/n’s type of people, and the smell of weed is giving her a terrible headache.

She bunches up her hair in her fists as she stares at the math problem in front of her. She had been able to do integrals just fine with Harry, but when you add trig into the equation? She’s thoroughly fucked. Not even The Organic Chemistry Tutor could help her work through this problem.

A knock on her door makes her jump. “Come in,” she says politely, though her brows are still furrowed grumpily as she stares at the calculus in front of her.

“S’this room taken?” a deep voice murmurs.

She whips her head around, heart fluttering excitedly in her chest. “Harry,” she says softly. “What are you doing here?”

“Maddie invited Blake,” he says, sitting down on her bed. “And Blake invited me.”

Oh. She should’ve known.

She rolls away from her desk and faces Harry, who’s making himself more than comfortable on her bed, laying down with his head on her pillow. “Smells like shit out there,” he grunts.

“Yeah,” she shrugs. She’s accepted that her apartment will always reek of weed, no matter how hard she tries to get rid of the smell. “Did you smoke anything with them?” she asks.

“No, not in the mood.” Honestly, the only reason he decided to come over with Blake was because he knew that he’d be able to go chill in y/n’s room. Hanging out in Maddie’s smelly apartment was the last thing he wanted to do on a Thursday night, but… he knew y/n would be there, sitting quietly in her room like the good girl she is. “Did you?”

“No.” She fiddles with her fingers. “I– I don’t smoke.”

He snorts. “You don’t smoke but you live with Maddie?” Maddie cannot survive two seconds without her vape. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“The smell of it gives me a headache,” she tries to explain.

“Your apartment literally always smells like weed,” he deadpans.

She blinks. “Yeah…” she trails off quietly. “If I close my door though the smell isn’t that bad.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “What are you working on?” he asks, pointing to the textbook sitting on her desk.

“Um– math.” His lips quirk up, while she pouts. “S’not making sense again.”

“Lemme see,” he says, sitting up. She looks at him for a second, not moving, but when he nods towards her ipad again she scrambles to pick it up and sit next to him on the bed.

“So, what were you going to try and do?” he asks, grabbing her pen. She’s hyper aware of how their thighs are touching, how she can practically feel the heat radiating off his body.

“Um… I feel like I need to use one of the trig rules here but I can’t think of any that would do anything here.”

“Okay you’re right… the issue is that none of your sins or cosins fit any of the rules. But you can break cos^3x down into cos^2x times cosx, right?”

“Okay…” she looks up at him like a lost puppy, still not fully getting it.

“Do you have any trig identities with cos^2x?”

“Um…” she shuffles through her notes, “ cos^2x equals 1 minus sin^2x?”

He nods his head, “yeah. So now that everything is in terms of sin, you can do a u-sub.”

“Oh,” she blinks quietly, staring down at the paper. “Why’s it so easy when you explain it?”

He shrugs, leaning back down onto her bed, “y’just need a lot of practice.”

The bottom of his shirt rises up as he puts his hands behind his head, revealing a pair of black ferns that point towards a yummy v-line. Y/n tries her best not to look, but she’s reminded of the night where she showed up to his apartment to pick up Maddie… how he’d been shirtless, his abdomen so chiseled and firm. The swallows on his collarbones, the butterfly that seemed to jump with every breath. She finds herself getting a bit short of breath as she thinks about all of the things hidden beneath his shirt currently.

That’s the thing about being a touch-deprived, romantic girl like y/n. The littlest things get her going.

He was nice to her once, helped her with her math homework and comforted her when she cried, and now her heart flutters like crazy when she sees him. Just the smallest rise of Harry’s shirt has her spiraling.

She can’t help but notice the way his biceps bulge subtly as he puts his hands behind his head, and finds herself overwhelmed with the fact that this boy – an attractive boy – was just laying in her bed casually.

She knows it’s no big deal for Harry, he’s probably just in here because the living room stinks and he needs to clear his head. But for her, it’s a lot. She never has boys in her room, has never had a romantic interaction with a boy. Hasn’t even been kissed. It’s always just very friendly – getting notes from a guy in her class, joking around with some of Maddie’s friends. She’s never had a boy talk to her any more than that.

Harry, though… Harry comes into her room and talks to her even when there’s a whole party going on outside. He kept her company when she was stranded at his apartment, he took her home and took care of her when she was drunk and emotional. It probably meant nothing to him, but the way he grabbed her ankle and told her to lie down when he was helping her into bed was one of the most tender things she’s ever experienced. He put his hand on her waist, and held her arm while she stumbled, he’d guided her through the door with his hand on the small of her waist.

And when he saw her crying at the library, he came over and talked to her. Comforted her and let her rant about her classes. He’d let her into his room and helped her with her homework, murmured soft praises to her when she got a question right, his arm brushing against hers, or his chest rubbing against her shoulder.

The stupidest little things, that are probably so insignificant for him, have been on her mind for days.

“Hey,” Harry says, snapping her out of her daydreams. She tears her eyes away from his ferns embarrassedly, hoping he didn’t notice. “What are you thinkin’ about?”

She averts her eyes, looking down at her bedsheet. “Um, nothing.”

He quirks his brows. “Nothing?”

“Mhm,” she nods her head innocently.

‘Really?” he asks again, his lip twitching with the slightest hint of amusement, sitting up on his elbows now. He raises himself up so that they’re face to face. He’s not an idiot.

She bites her lip nervously, and her heart stops when Harry’s eyes flicker down to watch. He stares at her with a strange look in his eye… a glimmer in them that she’s only ever read about in books. His eyebrows furrow as though he’s deep in thought, eyes still glued to her lips.

She wonders if she’s hallucinating when he leans in.

She thought she was being silly for starting to feel things for him – that she was just being classic y/n, crushing on a guy even though she knows she’s too shy to ever make a move. Now, with how close he is, she can see every freckle on his tan skin, every lash that frames his bright green eyes. She breathes with a tight chest, swallowing thickly as her eyes flicker between his, wide and curious. His eyes still haven’t left her lips.

Her heart stutters as his large hand makes its way to her thigh, his palm warm and smooth, gently grazing her skin. He unconsciously inches closer and closer, incapable of pulling his eyes away from her mouth.

He wets his bottom lip with his tongue, a force of habit, and finally looks her in the eye. His irises have turned a dark green, pupils dilated, and his breathing has deepened. She has no idea what’s going on in his head, but he looks serious. Deep in thought. His hand still rests on her thigh, the contact sending sparks of electricity all over her body, especially when his fingers gently start to trail upwards.

Her eyes flutter shut as she tries to take deep, calm breaths, but he’s gotten so close that she can feel the puff of his breathing against her lips, inhaling his every exhale. It makes her lightheaded. He’s so close… so, so close…

A loud pounding on the door makes y/n jump away from him.

Her eyes are blown out when she jerks them open, her heart pounding harshly with anticipation that’s been left unsatisfied. “Who is it?” she calls out with a shaky voice.

Harry hasn’t moved an inch. He sits there and stares at her, hand still on her thigh.

“Is Harry in there?” Maddie yells. “Blake is ready to go.”

He brings a hand up and tugs on her bottom lip with his thumb, then watches it bounce back into place, hypnotizing himself with the sight. Y/n, unable to get any words out, sits there and watches him as he stares at her lips.

“Hellooo?” Maddie obnoxiously yells again.

Harry’s nose flares and he shuts his eyes, frustratedly pulling himself away from y/n. She says nothing, still in a daze, watching as he leaves her bed. He stands and runs a hair through his messy curls, before heading towards the door and opening it. Maddie stands in front of the door with her fist raised, ready to knock on the door again.

“Calm down,” he says, eyeing her coldly. Maddie rolls her eyes and walks away to tell Blake that she found Harry.

He turns around for a moment and glances at y/n. “See ya,” he says.

She blinks, her hand coming up to touch her lips, searching for some confirmation that this was real and she hadn’t imagined it. “Bye,” she nearly whispers, breathless.

The door shuts with a click and she finds herself alone with her thoughts. Her math homework sits abandoned on her bed, and will probably remain untouched for the rest of the night.

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Finally, y/n has Harry all to herself.

She’d been dancing around him all night, constantly catching his eye from across the room in a game of cat and mouse. He watched her from the corner of the room he was stationed in with his dark eyes, a teasing smirk on his face. He knew what she was doing – trying to distract him. It was working.

He watched her as she mingled and talked, watched as she sipped on her drink, watched as she weaved her way through the passes of people in her apartment, pushing past the hot bodies and sweaty skin until she disappeared in her room.

He followed her in, less than a minute later.

She hears him walk into the room, the sound of him turning the lock and his heavy footsteps approaching her. A shiver runs down her spine when his hands grab her shoulders from behind, goosebumps rising on her arms almost instantaneously. His firm front pushes against her back, toned stomach pressed against the curve of spine.

His fingers are warm and gentle on her shoulders, comforting yet teasing at the same time. He doesn’t hold her firmly – his featherlight touch more tantalizing than any other form of contact. These light, delicate brushes of his skin keep her on her toes, never knowing what to expect next. She holds her breath as his fingers travel from her shoulders, down the length of her arms.

Suddenly, she feels his lips against her ear. She can’t help the soft, aroused breath that leaves her as his lips skim the shell of her ear. He chuckles, low and taunting, and she can feel the deep reverberations of his chest against her back.

“I’ve been waiting f’this,” he murmurs softly. His warm breath tickles her ear, sending waves of pleasure straight down to her core, and his hands have migrated from her arms to her hips now. He grips them, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, and pulls her back, grinding her into his front. She swallows a whimper down, eyes fluttering shut. A hard bulge presses against her ass, and she can’t resist the urge to press back on it, wriggle her hips even though Harry’s holding her still. “You’ve been teasing me…” he presses a kiss right underneath her earlobe. “Playing all innocent when I know you’re actually filthy.” Another kiss, and another kiss, trailing his lips down the curve of her neck.

She lets out a pathetic, shaky whimper, and it makes him chuckle tauntingly. “Your head is just filled with dirty thoughts, isn’t it?” Her knees go weak as he wraps a hand around her throat, tilting her head to the side so that he can look at her. “Bet you’re just dying for me to fuck you.”

Her eyes are wide and round, and her entire body turns into jelly. The only reason she’s standing right now is because Harry’s holding her up. She can’t get any words out, pathetically wrapped around his finger. She looks up at him with a pleading gaze, begging him to do something… anything…

The sound of her 8 AM alarm yanks her straight out of dreamland.

Her eyes are bleary as she frantically looks around her bed, gathering her bearings. She has to triple check that Harry isn’t anywhere in her room – looking at every corner and patting around her sheets as well – before she can confirm that it was all a dream.

Oh gosh. This is like the third time this week!

She doesn’t mean to be having these dreams. It's a rather embarrassing situation for her and she honest to god would much rather just read a couple of steamy romance books about fictional vampires to get the horniness out of her system, instead of having repeated wet dreams about a very real Harry.

They make her feel icky because, like– isn’t it a bit disrespectful to be having such dirty thoughts about someone who’s just been helping her with her math homework and potentially also kissing her had they not been interrupted? Like what are the boundaries there? You can’t really ask someone for consent to having wet dreams about them… but it’s not like she was consenting to those dreams either! She can’t control what her subconscious mind decides to stir up for her nightly dream!

She tries to logic it out – how would she feel if Harry was having wet dreams about her? Well… actually the thought of it makes her a little bit excited, cos that would mean he likes her, right? Ugh, no, she’s getting distracted!

It’s all very typical horny virgin behavior. Ever since her almost kiss with Harry, her mind has been in shambles. Her first issue is trying to wrap her head around the entire thing – had Harry actually wanted to kiss her? She hadn’t made that up, right?

She’s replayed the night a hundred times in her head. Remembers exactly how his hand felt on her thigh, how he’d stared at her lips, how their eyes had fluttered shut, how their noses brushed… all the things she’s read about in her books! All the ingredients for a first kiss!

How tragic that it’d been interrupted. She thinks that’s why her brain has been overly active this past week – her subconscious has been trying to fulfill the insatisfaction she felt when she jumped away from Harry, just seconds before their lips touched. It feels like she’s been edged over and over again and been denied an orgasm five times – but the orgasm is her first kiss and she’s being edged by Maddie, who stole that kiss away by knocking on her door!

She flops around in her bed frustratedly, smushing her face into her pillow with a sad groan. What if Harry doesn’t wanna kiss her the next time he sees her? What if this was a one time opportunity? She doesn’t want to sound desperate… but she really wanted to kiss Harry! She’d be really sad if it was just a whim of the moment kinda thing.

But also… if it wasn’t just a one time thing… if he did actually want to kiss her… well how was she gonna end up in the situation to be kissed by him again?

She’s thinking about this way too hard, way too early in the morning. And she’s uncomfortably wet from her dream.

She needs to get herself sorted out.

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The chair in front of y/n screeches loudly as it’s pulled from under the table she’s sitting at. She jumps at the sound of it, having been too engrossed in her book to be aware of what’s going on around her. When she looks up, she finds Harry standing at her tiny table in the campus coffee shop.

“Can I sit here?” he asks, his jaw tight. He’s wearing a gray Kendrick Lamar hoodie with the words DAMN. written in bold font across the front, his curly hair messily hidden underneath. All the other tables in the shop were taken (it tends to get pretty busy at noonish when everyone needs somewhere to sit and study), and Harry needs somewhere to sit before his next lecture.

She nods, eyes wide like a baby sheep. It’s quite jarring to just randomly see the guy you’ve been having sexy dreams about – especially for someone like y/n who apparently can’t be normal about having a crush or having an almost first kiss. She hopes she’s acting normal enough to not raise any suspicion.

Trying to not get distracted by his green eyes and pretty pink lips, y/n looks down at the table, but finds herself instead staring at Harry’s hands. He has nice hands, she thinks to herself. The cross tattoo on his left hand compliments his tan skin nicely, and he has these thick knuckles that she just wants to run her fingers over. In one of his hands he holds a coffee cup, and even though she and him both got a medium sized coffee, his drink looks smaller, dwarfed in his massive hands. His thumb is fingering the lid of his drink mindlessly, and she remembers how that same thumb had touched her lips just over a week ago… how he’d tugged on her bottom lip and hypnotized himself with the sight of it bouncing back into place. And while she’s on that train of thought, she can’t help but remember how his hands portrayed such a significant role in her dream last night. Hadn’t she imagined them being wrapped around her throat–?

Harry clears his throat. Y/n glows with heat. She has absolutely no capability of being normal around him. “Sorry, what?” She hadn’t heard a word he’d said in the past minute, too caught up in her own thoughts.

He smirks. Is she always this distracted? “Just asked how it’s going.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah– good, I’m good,” she closes the book, folding the corner of the page she’s on as a bookmark. “How about you?”

He shrugs. “Just got out of class. Needed a coffee.”

“What’d you get?”

“Just a black coffee.”

She can’t stop herself from wrinkling her nose, “Ew.”

He quirks a brow, “Well what’d you get?” “Vanilla latte with oat milk.” Yeah. She would be an oat milk girl.

Considering their recent frequency in seeing each other and his newfound… fondness towards her, he doesn’t find it difficult to start picking and prodding at her, getting to know her. He realizes Blake was right – she wasn’t a super duper shy girl, she probably had just been scared of him. Once he started talking to her and smiling every once in a while, it seems like she loosened up. What used to be painfully awkward conversations have now become free flowing and casual.

He picks up the book she was reading and reads the cover. “Book Lovers by Emily Henry. Awfully fitting for you.”

She furrows her brow, already offended. She hates it when people make fun of her books – especially boys who make fun of her for reading romance. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a book lover, aren’t you? Can never find you without your nose in a book.”

She relaxes. “Oh… yeah,” a soft chuckle escapes her. “Yeah, I guess I’m a book lover.”

“You think I’d like this one?” he asks, flipping through the first few pages.

“Um… maybe.” She can’t imagine Harry being a huge fan of her soft romance books. “Are you a reader?”

“God, no,” he puts the book down. “Not smart enough for that.”

Her jaw drops. “You are totally smart, Harry! Way smarter than me!” she exclaims.

“M’just good at math,” he shrugs, “You’re little miss smartie, with your color coded notes. Reading your books for fun.”

She grows shy. Part of her thought that Harry thought she was stupid – not the over-emotional-girl-who-cries-too-much kind of stupid, but rather the kind of stupid that makes you wonder how she even got into this school because she’s doing so bad in math.

It was a massive hit to her girlboss mentality when she had to ask Harry for help, and even though Harry never actually made her feel dumb when answering her questions… she just had this mean voice in the back of her head that constantly nagged her, convincing her that Harry thought she was a stupid girl who should just give up and drop out. And ignoring that voice is really hard, so… it was just nice to hear that he didn’t think she was a stupid little baby. It made that mean voice in her head shut up.

“Um… by the way. My next calc midterm is next Friday. I was wondering if, um…” she tucks her hair behind her ear nervously.

He fills in the rest for her. “Do you want to revise together this weekend?”

“If it’s not too much trouble,” she says bashfully. “Your tutoring is super helpful.”

“You can come over on Saturday,” he sips on his coffee. “No trouble.”

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“Is this right?” Y/n shows her work to Harry, and he nods. They’re both on his bed, except Harry’s lying down with his head on a pillow, scrolling through tiktok, while y/n’s hunched over her ipad. She’s been doing practice problems for the past three hours, asking Harry for help every once in a while. That's how it’s been most of the night – her study session is mostly just him checking her work to make sure she’s not doing anything funky and giving her hints if she’s stuck.

She’s studied a lot in the past two weeks and luckily doesn’t need Harry to be guiding her through every problem, which makes her really happy. And she’s only gotten a couple of the practice problems wrong! Some of them were particularly tricky and had her stumped, but that’s why she has Harry. He helped her out of roadblocks and kept her motivated. Without him here, she probably would’ve given up after the first question that she didn’t know how to solve.

“You should take a break,” he says.

She’d refused to take any breaks since she got here – determined to finish the practice test that her professor had posted while she had Harry next to her to help. Now that she finished all the problems, she locks her ipad and puts it on Harry’s bedside table. She leans back on one of Harry’s pillows and copies Harry, holding her phone above her face. Except instead of scrolling through tiktok, she opens up her kindle app and starts reading.

He sees the tiny font on her screen from the corner of his eye. “Reading?” he asks.

“Mhm,” she shuffles around on his bed, getting comfortable.

He thinks it’s kind of cute that she’s always reading. “Is it the same one as last time? Book Lovers?”

“No, I finished that one yesterday! This is by the same author though. S’called Beach Read.”

“What’s it about?” he turns off his own phone and sits up, turning to look down at y/n. Her hair is splayed across his pillows, and her eyes glimmer softly in his bedroom lighting.

She feels a little shy describing one of her favorite books to Harry – she’s often been ridiculed by her friends for being so lovey dovey and reading her silly romance books. But he seemed genuine when he asked. “Um– there are these two writers. The girl writes romance and the guy writes like these serious fiction books. And they’re kinda rivals.”

He hums. “Let me read a little bit,” he looks down at the screen of her phone. “I tightened my thighs around the sides of his body–” he reads aloud, before she yanks her phone out of his sight.

“No!” she yelps, turning her phone off and practically throwing it across the room. “You are not allowed to read it!”

He laughs, a fully amused belly laugh, and the sound is beautiful but she doesn’t allow herself to revel in it due to her embarrassment. “What are you reading?” he giggles.

“Oh my gosh,” she hides her face in her hands.

“Didn’t expect you to be reading such dirty stories,” he teases, “I thought you were a good girl.”

“It’s not all dirty!” she defends herself. “It’s– it’s sweet! It’s a love story… it’s romantic.” Her voice gets quiet near the end.

Harry’s laughter bubbles down and he’s left with a smirk on his face, while y/n lays in front of him, an embarrassed pout on her face. “M’only teasing,” he says as he reaches a hand out to rest on her thigh, not wanting her to look so sad. “Read whatever you want. Seems like a cute book, maybe I should pick it up, hm?”

Her mind goes a little blank when his hand meets her thigh, his palm warming her skin once more – just like that night he’d almost kissed her. “Y-yeah, you might like it,” she clears her throat. “S’one of my favorites.”

That same look glazes over Harry’s eyes – that dark look, as if he’s deep in thought.

She swallows thickly. Could this be it? Her second chance at a kiss with Harry?

She pushes herself up on her elbows, more alert. Her palms feel sweaty and she finds her fingers nervously toying with his comforter. A million thoughts are racing in her head as she searches Harry’s eyes, flickering back and forth, trying to see what he might be thinking of. He’s so hard to read. She feels like she’s drowning in his eyes.

Almost as if he can read her thoughts, he leans forwards. She hopes she doesn’t look like an over-eager puppy, but her eyes light up and practically beg him to come closer, to just kiss her! He smiles to himself a bit, and obliges.

With y/n laying on his bed, propped up by her elbows, and Harry already having been sat up on the bed, he doesn’t need to move that much closer for their faces to be aligned. He’s leaning over her, one hand holding him up, while the other hand comes up to her cheek.

She gasps when his large palm comes up to cup her face, his palm on her jaw and fingers sliding into her hair. He inches closer and closer, his eyes fluttering shut when his nose brushes against hers ever so lightly. She can feel the puff of his breathing against her lips, breathing in each of his exhales as she tries to stay calm. She forces her eyes shut, her entire body alive with butterflies.

He wets his bottom lip with his tongue, a force of habit, and nudges his nose against hers. She tilts her head to the side. He teases her for a second, gives her the chance to pull away by just grazing their lips together teasingly, and feels her sharp intake of breath at the contact. He can’t help but smirk against her lips.

With her eyes closed, she’s hyper aware of how it feels. The way his curls brush against her face… the warmth of his palm as he tilts her head upwards… the wetness of his lips as he finally… connects them… in a kiss.

This was it. Her first kiss.

There’s not one thought in her head, a stark contrast to how she’d spent countless sleepless nights overthinking the mechanics of kissing someone. She’d always worried that she’d mess it up, that she’d freeze and wouldn’t know what to do.

But falling into the gentle caress of Harry’s lips is easy. Her nerves spill, her muscles relax, and she just lets herself melt against Harry’s lips. He suckles on her bottom lip gently, folds their lips together, pulls away with soft clicks just to reattach a second later. She sighs dreamily into his mouth and lets herself fall back into the bed, her head against his pillow. He doesn’t let their lips disconnect, following her down and climbing on top of her so that one of his legs is stationed between her thighs.

She wonders if all kisses are this magnificent, or if it’s just Harry. Is it normal to feel your heart stuttering in your chest, or feel electricity flowing through your veins at just the touch of someone’s lips? Would she always lean her face into the palm of his hand, and let herself relax in the bliss of feeling his lips against hers?

It’s wonderful – a head-spinning, heart-fluttering, electrifying kiss.

Harry’s hand that isn’t holding himself up comes down to rest on her thigh, goosebumps rising under his touch. His kisses start to grow more pressured, inhaling sharply and breathing heavily against her, tongue licking at the seam of her lips eagerly. His nose bends against her face as he tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tastes the sweet chapstick on her lips. Her skin is warm and soft and plushy underneath his touch, and her lips are addictive.

He uses his grip on her thigh to hike her leg up, fitting his hips between hers and sliding his hand up and down her leg tantalizingly. He can feel her losing her breath, so he forces himself off of her lips and starts kissing down her neck. He skims his lips down, presses wet, hot kisses on her throat, his every breath making her core clench.

She squeezes her eyes shut, eyes rolling into the back of her head, and takes heavy breaths, chest rising and falling shakily. Her hands come up to grab onto him – just hold onto him in any way – and the first thing her hands land on are his biceps. His firm, toned biceps, that are flexing as he hovers above her. In an effort to feel more grounded, she squeezes her fingers, but it just ends up making her even more lightheaded because god he’s so strong and muscular and he’s kissing her right now!

She’s overwhelmed and her head is spinning and it feels like she’s in a dream, an amazing dream that feels so good and that she never wants to end – she can smell his aftershave and his shampoo and his overall yummy boy smell, and her lips are tingling with the aftermath of his kiss. She’d always imagined what it would be like to have her neck kissed and sucked on by a boy and now that it’s happening it’s better than she could’ve ever imagined, and she’s so sensitive, and it’s just different to have a real person touching you and kissing you all over, especially someone that she’s majorly attracted to and–

Harry presses his hips into her center and, wow, if it isn't the most arousing thing she’s ever experienced. Excitement and anticipation fill her veins… but then a trickle of doubt starts to filter in. She’d only just had her first kiss, was she ready to go any further than that?

‘H-Harry,” she says, but it’s more of a moan because his fingers squeeze her hips and he’s kissing right underneath her earlobe right now and it’s sending shivers down all over her body. “M-maybe we should stop.”

“Hm?” He pulls away from where he was buried in her neck, his eyes blown out and lips slicked with a mix of their spit.

“I-I’m not ready to have sex with you, if that’s what you want.”

“That’s okay,” he says, licking his lips. “I could just eat you out.”

And, god, if that doesn’t make her whimper. “I– no, I um…” she stammers over herself.

He smiles. “What is it?” he murmurs, an amused lilt to his voice.

“I… I haven’t done any of… that.” She swallows, looking at him nervously. Her heart, which had once been racing with excitement, now pounds with apprehension. This is the first time she’s been in this position and she’s feeling so vulnerable.

It’s extremely scary and nerve-wracking and Harry’s silence is not doing anything to help her feel better.

“You’re a virgin?” he asks after a beat.

She nods. She feels insecure under his gaze, and even though she’s fully clothed, she feels totally exposed.

He laughs. “Are you really?” he asks again.

Her eyes flash with hurt. She just shared something extremely intimate with him, shared her very first kiss with him… and he was laughing at her?

She feels her heart drop, and her cheeks flame with insecurity.

“Um–" she swallows around the lump developing in her throat. "I should go,” she says, barely over a whisper. She puts her hands on his chest and pushes him away, sliding out from underneath him and climbing out of his bed. Grabbing her ipad, she shoves it into her backpack, along with her notes that were scattered along his desk and her phone lying at the foot of his bed. Her cheeks burn hot and her heart is aching in her chest.

“What?” He doesn’t challenge her when she pushes him away, but he stares at her with his eyebrows furrowed, confused at the sudden mood shift. “What happened?”

She doesn’t answer. Her throat is hurting, the painful lump a tell-tale sign of the tears getting ready to fall.

“Y/n?” he asks again, getting off his bed and walking towards her. All amusement has left his face, brows furrowed in a concerned manner. She shrugs him off when he approaches her.

“Don’t.” She feels embarrassed, her mind only filled with insecurity. He was making fun of her for being a virgin, teasing her. As if she wasn’t already embarrassed enough about it herself.

She’d planned on calling Maddie to come pick her up when she was ready to go, but it doesn’t matter anymore. She leaves his room hastily, before any of the tears can fall, and nearly runs out of his apartment.

She’ll walk home.

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sunshine (part 3) - in which y/n just wants to get this whole virginity thing out of the way, and Harry needs to grovel a bit before she forgives him.

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oh-sofarfromhome · 1 year

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Simplicity*

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, pregnancy sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Summary: Something as simple as Harry scrolling on his phone can send a pregnant Yn into a frenzy

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Yn steps out of the shower carefully, wrapping a fluffy towel around her as she makes her way to her bathroom sink and mirror, drying off and wrapping her bathrobe around her before she begins her after shower routine.

She smiles softly at her round belly, applying some cream to the forming stretch marks and just appreciating the growth. There were only three months left in her pregnancy, the time flying by and only making her and Harry unbelievably excited for their first child to come into the world.

When she’s all finished in there, she heads out to their bedroom to get dressed and sees Harry away and checking his phone. She takes in the sight of him just scrolling on his phone with barely any clothing, just some boxers. His hair is a bit messy from sleep and the stubble on his face is evident because of the early hours of the morning.

Yn gets a bit lost in thought, thinking about how he buried himself between her thighs when they got home last night, that same stubble leaving a delicious burn on her inner thighs. She clenches her thighs together unknowingly, and they’re getting a bit damp as she daydreams until she’s interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing.

She quickly snaps out of it, relaxing her legs as she looks to Harry who is now sitting up, his feet flat on the floor. Her heart speeds up when she sees the knowing smirk on his face, a glint in his eye as she gets a bit embarrassed that she’s been caught.

He’s just staring her down from his spot before reaching toward her. She steps closer so he can reach her and he pulls her to stand between his legs, leaning his neck up a bit to press a kiss to her lips. He moves her so she’s in his lap, her belly pressing against his a bit. His lips immediately trail down her jaw and to her neck, pressing chaste kisses to her collarbone.

Her lack of clothing beneath her robe becomes obvious the more he kisses her, a small wet patch starting to form at the spot she’s sitting. He chuckles when he feels the warmth, pulling away from her neck for a brief moment.

“Woke up needy f’me, hm?” he teases, softly nipping at a sensitive part of her neck. She hums at his question, reaching between them to his semi hard cock and palming it through his thin boxers.

“Seems like I’m not the only one needy,” she replies, quick to tease him the same way he did her.

“Guess you’re right,” he chuckles lightly, but his mood quickly shifts as he maneuvers her until she’s straddling his leg, “But we’re gonna get you taken care of first, how’s that sound?” he finishes, pulling away to look at her and make sure she wants this.

“Yes, please that’s okay,” she immediately replies, and he laughs softly at her excitement, making her pout and open her mouth to reply.

He beats her to it, rolling his eyes playfully. “Oh, shush. Just teasin’ you, baby,” he tsks, reaching to untie her robe and slip it down her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor carelessly. He wastes no more time, gripping her hips and helping her to move along his leg, right on his tiger tattoo.

The feeling shocks her for a moment, a small whine falling from her lips at the feeling of the muscle against her swollen clit. Her body bows a bit at the unexpected pleasure and her hand fly up to his shoulders to keep herself stable.

Harry just watches her intently, using her reactions to gauge whether or not he’s doing the right thing. His worries are gone within seconds, though, and he smiles in relief when she starts to work herself along his thigh, not leaving him to work as much while she chases her orgasm.

He knows she’s about to cum when her breath catches and her hips stutter, so he keeps his grip firm to not knock off her pace, knowing that her orgasm will go away if he doesn’t do the exact same thing he’s doing now. He goes the extra mile and starts to encourage her softly, praising her and the way she’s taking hold of her pleasure and showing him what she needs.

That sends her over the edge immediately, a loud and long moan leaving her lips as she cums hard on his thigh, her cum making the tiger glisten. “Just like that,” he praises, helping her come down. His lips are pressing soft kisses all over her to help ground her, sweet nothings falling from her lips. When she’s all recovered she sits up and presses her lips to his, shocking him with the intensity. He thought she’d be tapping out for the night but she has other plans, reaching into his boxers and taking his leaking cock into her hand.

He chokes on a surprised moan, bucking his hips into her hand as she starts to slowly stroke him, teasing him. She pulls away from his lips slowly, her chest heaving from the lack of air.

“Can I ride you?” she asks almost innocently, making Harry’s eyebrows shoot up. She hasn’t requested this position in quite a while, and understandably so. He takes one look at her and realizes just how much she wants this, but he always double checks to give her some time to back out.

“Yeah? Wanna be on top tonight?” he questions, his thumb rubbing circles on her hip. She nods enthusiastically, and he’s happy to meet her request, lifting his hips slightly to slip his boxers down enough to free his cock entirely. “Well, hop on then. Show me what y’got,” he teases, but he’s shutting up when she sinks down onto him, her swollen walls so tight around him he’s rendered speechless.

She sits with their hips pressed together until she gets used to the slight stretch, wasting no time in placing her hands on his hips and using them as leverage to move herself up and down along his throbbing cock. Each lift leaves his cock coated in her juices from her orgasm and arousal, some of the cream leaving a ring at the base of his cock.

“Fuck, feels s’good,” he whines placing his hands on her hips once more to keep her steady. His head is thrown back as she works herself on him, his mouth falling open in pleasure.

She goes on like this for about five minutes or so before she’s stopping her hips with an annoyed groan, making his head shoot up so he can see what’s wrong. Before he can ask, though, she’s explaining the reason for ceasing her actions.

“Hurts,” she whines, making him stop immediately and lift her up slightly to pull out of her carefully. He goes to speak up to ask what’s wrong but she speaks up first. “Gave me a cramp in my legs, can you try and spoon me, give it to me that way?” she questions, and he’s instantly obliging, helping her get into position.

“Course, mama,” he nods firmly. Slipping behind her and rubbing on her belly for a brief moment. “However you need it. Ready f’me again?” he questions once they’re all settled and he’s lined up at her entrance, her puffy folds snug around him.

As soon as he has her verbal consent he is slipping back into her in one smooth thrust, the angle pressing him against her g spot immediately. She moans out loud at the pressure, her hand reaching down to grip the sheet below her.

“Ah, that’s the spot, hm?” he grunts, starting to push himself in and out of her at a steady pace. She nods absentmindedly with a deep groan as she realizes she’s already close and this won’t last if she holds it.

It’s like Harry can read her mind, reaching forward and lifting her leg up at an angle, making him get impossibiy deeper. “Don’t y’dare fuckin’ hold back. Don’t have t’wait for me,” he grunts his words pushing her closer and closer combined with the angle. “You can let it go,” he coos, keeping his pace even so he doesn’t ruin this for her. “Cum for me, cum all over your husband’s cock,” he finishes, and that’s all it takes for her upper body to give out, her head falling against the pillow while her hips buck against his, her hole clenching so tight around him that he cums as well, thick ropes of cum coating her twitching walls.

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harryistheonlyoneforme · 8 months

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align*

pairing: stepdad harry x reader

summary: in which yn is bent over doing yoga and harry wants her to stay just like that

warning: smut, cheating, age gap, oral, unprotected sex, squirting

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placing his car keys on the hook near the front door of the house, harry hurriedly slips his shoes off to search for yn, knowing that they only have about an hour or so to themselves while her mother is shopping with her friends.

the first place he checks is the kitchen, and when he doesn’t find her there, he hurries up to her room. he finds her bed empty and made, and her ensuite light is off so he knows she’s not in there. he frowns and takes in the look of the room because he knows her car is in the garage, and that’s when he notices that her yoga mat is gone from the corner next to her dresser and the jewelry she wears everyday is still there.

turning on his heel, he hurries down the steps into the basement where their home gym is, stopping in the doorway with a small smile as he sees yn there with her headphones on and looking at a video on her laptop, stretching.

he’s glad he caught her before she got all the way into the workout because he knows she’d be pissed if he interrupted. he watches her as she takes a sip of her water before standing up to stretch, ultimately ending up in a downward dog position. he can’t help but look at the way her thighs cause the tiny shorts she’s wearing to roll up just a bit, going higher and higher until he can see the underside of her ass.

that’s when he steps into action, taking long strides over to her and pressing his erection into her ass. she gasps in shock and nearly tumbles forward but he catches her, his hands gripping her hips to keep her pressed to him. she knows it’s him by the feeling of his rings on her skin, and she reaches forward to pause her video before taking her headphones off.

“you’re always so horny,” she grumbles halfheartedly, and he knows it has no real weight as she pushes her hips back to meet his touch, spreading her legs to aid him in sliding the shorts down her legs.

she hears him click his tongue from behind her as she steps out of them, rubbing his hands over the swell of her ass for a moment. “no, ‘m not. you should be thanking me, really,” he responds.

“and why is that?” she asks, taking note of the fact that he’s now kneeling behind her. he spreads her open with his fingers and groans as his mouth practically waters before he answers.

“because i’m here t’help you align your chakras and whatnot,” he explains, causing her to bark out a laugh at his dumb joke. “‘m just gonna start with this one,” he finishes before he’s leaning forward and sliding his tongue through her folds. she gasps in shock and adjusts her upper body so that she doesn’t fall over, making sure she’s stable.

she barely even gets it together before he’s doing it again, groaning into her as he laps at the arousal that’s started to form there. he buries his face even deeper and pulls her closer, exploring every inch of her with his tongue. he feels her legs start to shake from the strain of the angle, so he helps her down onto her knees, lowering himself behind her and pushing her upper back down before going back in.

he buries his face into her once more and alternates between licking at her and sucking on her swollen clit, and yn begins to push back toward his face as his actions quickly work her up to an orgasm. she cums with a shout and a cry of his name, and he doesn’t let up with his tongue, working her through the whole thing as he groans against her.

when she comes down from the intense waves, she thinks he’s finally going to put his cock in her but he immediately proves her wrong. he helps her lie flat on her stomach and spreads her legs once more before going in with his mouth again, attacking her sensitive flesh. her nails are scratching up the yoga mat as she cries out in both overstimulation and pleasure, moving away from him just a bit when he begins to suck on her clit.

he’s not having that, though, moving his hands to her hips to keep her close as he renders her speechless, only wordless babbles leaving her lips and tears of pleasure leave her eyes. the grip he has on her forces an arch in her back, essentially giving him even better access to her, and harry manages to pull two more orgasms from her before she’s shaking and squirming from the overstimulation, and even then he pushes a bit further since he knows how much she can take.

with one last swipe of his tongue he lets her fall flat onto her stomach again pulling his shorts down to his thighs as he frees himself. he’s hard as a rock and leaking as he runs his thumb over the sensitive tip before giving himself a few strokes. he’s definitely desperate at this point, and he helps yn flip over onto her back so that he can see her as he finally buries himself in her.

he’s already on the verge of cumming as he watches her face change from a look of relaxed bliss to one of unmistakable pleasure. he has to close his eyes for a moment to keep his orgasm at bay, and the second he feels like he can move, he does. immediately, he sets a quick pace, grabbing one of her legs to hook over the crook of his arm, giving him an angle he knows will get her there quick.

her nails are digging into his shoulders but he couldn’t care less, her moans spurring him on as he brings her closer and closer. he’s inside of her for less than 10 minutes, keeping the angle and pace consistent, but what sends her flying over the edge with no warning is when he begins to rub two fingers over her clit, matching the pace of his thrusts. her orgasm brings warm spurts of wetness that make him look down to the source, a groan leaving him when he realizes she’s squirting.

his thrusts become a bit choppy as her pussy clenches down on him so tight that he can barely move, and he has to pull out when he feels his balls draw up in warning of his orgasm. stroking himself quickly a few times, he moans in relief as he finally cums, warm spurts of his orgasm landing on her lower stomach. when he’s finished, he’s panting as he tucks his softened cock back into his shorts and focusing on her as the aftershocks run through her sensitive body.

he rubs his hands over her sides, arms, and thighs to ground her, and she finally catches her breath at the same time her mind becomes clear again. then he’s making sure she’s alright before he runs to the bathroom that’s down there and grabbing some towels, a small one to wet and clean her up and some dry ones to clean the floor.

once she’s all cleaned up he helps her back into her shorts and off the floor, the both of them bending down to clean despite him telling her he’s got it. she gets to work on the mat as he does the hardwood floors, the both of their eyes widening as they head the sound of heels clacking against the stairs leading to them.

they both look up to see yn’s mother standing there with a scowl on her face and a phone pressed to her ear, taking in the sight of them cleaning up. she quickly ends the call and scoffs at the mess on the floor. harry quickly gathers the towels and heads toward the laundry room to place them in the wash, slipping past his wife without a word.

“did you spill your water or something, yn? i told you that you need to be more careful! it’s just like last week when you spilled something on the kitchen floor! you’ve been so clumsy lately, get it together,” her mother scolds, and she wants so badly to defend herself but she can’t without exposing her and harry, so she just gathers her things and pushes past her with a scoff, heading back up to her room.

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harrysonlylover · 1 year

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Carolina (Part 2)

Summary: The line between hatred and lust is now non existent. How will their bodies react? And does she already have Harry wrapped around her finger?

Trope: Cowboy!H

Wordcount: 13.7k

Warnings: FILTHY smut, bondage, rough dynamic, oral ( both receiving) , exhibitionism , spanking, you know how i write smut….

Part 1

Harry has never been this eager to work.

He had an affinity for being a Cowboy, it had its perks that include a well-known reputation which fuelled his ego, the long days spent working as he built his athletic body that puts other young men his age to shame. He loves being an early bird and feeling his hands clench from the hard labour, the sun that hugs his skin and the jobs he does from fixing houses or anything that’s built from wood, riding horses and checking up on the towns’ ranches.

So many endless jobs he has done before and never was he this enthusiastic.

When he arrived he caught a subtle glance of her, only to for her disappear immediately. He had no choice but to get to work. His task was to install a new fence in her family’s ranch and check on the bulls since he knows how to deal with them well.

He was halfway through his work when he felt her presence behind him, he was tempted to have a look but didn’t.

He felt like a teenager last night as he thought of her lips almost touching his, her lily scent consuming him and her little white dress that makes him want to go on his knees. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time, that giddy feeling you get when you don’t know what’s happening or why you are acting in a certain way.

He is a man after all, so he wiped his forehead, glanced behind him, and his legs slightly shook at her sight.

She was sunbathing in her family’s ranch, sitting in a white bikini with her knees bent and a book in her hands. She didn’t need sunglasses as long as she had her cowboy hat on. Her skin was covered in sunscreen making it shimmer against the sun rays and Harry was about to drool.

He dropped his kit to the ground with a thud and walked over to her, feeding the itch to be closer. He knows that she can see him, yet her eyes remain set on the book. He stands in front of her, covering the light as he takes in her gorgeous figure.

Perfect curves, glittery skin, a small amount of sweat trickling down her midsection, her hair braided backwards, and smile plastered proudly on her face.

“Came back for more sneaky kisses?” she lowered down her book and smirked at him.

“Are you offering Carolina?” He went down on his knees to her level and leaned in closer to her.

“Maybe you should try harder.” She whispered to him as he took in her face features for the millionth time.

He caught her braid in his hand and twirled it between his fingers while they both stared at each other, with the sexual tension so thick as they were half naked.

“What are you reading?” He took her book from her and observed it whilst still playing with her hair.

“The letters of Vincent Van Gogh.” She replied as he hummed knowing all about her interest in art.

His eyes caught a box near her, and he was curious to know its components, so he leaned forward only to find more books in it.

“What’s that for, you have a book in your hand.” He asked in confusion, as he double checked the number of existent books.

“There’s classics, fiction, love novels, thrillers, fantasy and some art books. I mean I must be equipped; I change moods quickly and I need a book for each one.” She retrieved her book from his palm and pretended to continue reading.

Her parents came out on the front porch which meant that he had to go back to work out of respect for them, so he had to make it quick.

“Tonight at my house, there’s a party and you better be there Carolina.” He whispered lowly in her ear as he gently nipped at her skin.

“And if I’m not there?” she replied with a shaky breath.

“Let’s just say I’m not a man who repeats himself.” He placed one last wet peck behind her ear, stood up and walked over to the fence to complete his work as she continued to gaze at him all afternoon.

Being organised was all she knew.

Recklessness was never on her agenda, even her decision to study in Washington was well calculated. There were many things that came close to breaking her straight path yet were never enough.

So she wonders how a cheesy cowboy was able to lurk around, rest in her brain, dominate it and control her acts and breathing sometimes.

As if on cue she found herself getting ready for his party without another thought, and maybe that was planned too. Tonight she’ll get to know his real intentions, what lies behind his staring and touches and if diverting off her path is worth it.

The party at his house stretched out to the ranch where the bonfire was held last night, there were many young faces specially girls as everyone danced around to the music with the Whiskey smell lingering in the air.

She took in the scenery and the amazing vibe of the party before an arm was wrapped around her waist and a voice whispered in her ear.

“Carolina girl knows how to listen; I like the sound of that.” He whispered in her ear as she felt his skin on hers.

“And you invite all girls in this charming way?”. She teased him arching her back slightly.

“Only the ones that are clumsy, stubborn and live rent free in my head.” His deep voice sent shivers through her body, and she couldn’t help but lean into him.

The more time passed, the more people arrived. They greeted Harry like they’ve known him for a long time and after they leave he’d whisper in her ear jokes about them as she laughed after each one.

He had his arm wrapped tightly around her waist and he felt like his body was on fire around her. Soon enough everyone gathered around for a moment they always wait for.

“I’m going to need your assistance in something.” He led her to the center of the room and signalled for the man in charge of the music.

“It’s a dancing competition Carolina, I bet we’ll make a good duo.” He didn’t give her time to object before he had her against his chest and began swaying with her along with the music.

There was only one couple with them on the dance floor, but it was evident that everyone’s attention was fixed on Harry Styles and the girl that never left his side since the beginning of the party.

His hands roamed her body as they danced along to the beat in a way that shows their chemistry, they were not ashamed to be doing this in front of everyone. Maybe Harry liked it a bit too much.

She had to have him under any circumstances, she didn’t mind if he wants it to be a one time thing, she’s a mature girl. The way his body felt on hers, his pants and subtle moans as he guided her body on his and danced with her through the song did things to her hormones.

“Do you see that girl over there? How she’s mad and frowning? He whispered to her as he grinded on her from behind.

“Yeah?”

“She wants my attention Carolina”

“And she can’t have it?” She asked through heavy breaths.

“No. It’s all yours pretty Carolina.” He swayed with her body until the song ended, and he smirked as he felt the loud cheering fill up his ego.

He brought her a soft drink to freshen up making sure to keep her around him. He felt like he found a rare gem and was too cautious of anyone else getting it.

She can tell how everyone’s eyes were on her, whether it be men or women, they envied her. Harry was right about that girl and her jealousy but the way he told her all about it and confessed things feeling unashamed was her last tipping point.

“Hey Harry, is there a quiet place we can go to?” She asked with a grin on her face.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He placed his drink aside and laced his hand through hers as he led her to his bedroom.

The moment he closed the door behind him, he crashed his lips into hers. A moment he has been waiting for ever since he set his eyes upon her. Her lips tasted like honey on a Sunday afternoon, and he can’t understand why everything about her is sweet.

She kissed him back aggressively as their tongues touched and teeth clashed, the music from the party can be heard faintly as they both were too infatuated with each other.

Their hands wouldn’t stop exploring each other’s bodies, it was more than a want, it was a simple need. For her to touch on his godly physique, him to indulge in her gorgeous body. Once they began there was no going back.

Their lips refused to leave each other as she sucked on his bottom lip and held on to him. His lips were intoxicating, and she can kiss on them for a lifetime. His soft cupid shaped lips that perfectly fit into hers as he led the kiss with his tongue. His hand was wrapped around her waist, and she shamelessly placed hers on his ass.

“Clothes off now.” His voice was raspy and deep just like when he asked, ordered her to come to the party.

She quickly took off her shorts and crop top leaving her body in a lace set and him in briefs that can barely contain his hard on. He had her back against his chest as he moaned in her ear about her choice of clothes.

“So goddamn pretty, gonna let me enjoy your body? Worship it?” He massaged her tits above the bralette she had on as she grinded against his crotch.

“If you show me a good time maybe.” She reached her hand backwards to his crotch and touched on his rock-hard cock beneath his briefs making him hiss loudly.

“Oh you’re in for a show Carolina.” He nipped at her ear as she arched her back feeling his hot breath send vibrations through her body.

He effortlessly picked her up bridal style and placed her on his bed, then began kissing all over her skin starting from her neck to her collarbone, perky nipples (after he tore off her bralette), her tummy then her pelvis till he reached her pussy.

He hovered his mouth over the panties before planting a delicate teasing kiss against the fabric. Her chest was heaving with anticipation, his hands were everywhere, and it just felt too good.

“Oh it looks so pretty, I can smell your arousal baby, can I taste what I caused hmm? Do you want me to lick your cunt?” He cooed seeing how she’s getting lost in her pleasure bubble.

“Yes please.” She breathed out quickly as she laid back feeling her arousal become more obvious while he sucked on her inner thighs and kept pressing teasing kisses over her panties.

He tore the fabric immediately and she wishes she was able to see his veins appearing as his hands effortlessly tore the material. His nose nudged her clit catching her off guard, and now that she’s uncovered she felt so bare.

He cooed as he repeatedly told her how pretty her pussy is before blowing air against it. He took a broad lick all over her slit tasting her addictive arousal on his tongue.

His tongue was hot and hungry, and her cunt was clenching around nothing making him go feral. He knew that it was calling for him and he could stay up all night loving on it.

He massaged her labia gently and but with a slow rhythm, he wanted to see how far she can go, how much teasing she can take, go deep inside pleasure and enjoy whatever she gives him.

He only has two fingers in her wetness massaging in rotating motion, the tips are soaked and glistening under the light. He leans in forward and begins licking her drenched folds.

His mouth was doing wonders. He knew exactly where to place his tongue, the right amount of sucking and holding back, nibbling at certain areas then switching to different motions.

“Tastes like strawberries pretty.” He moaned without raising his head once, feeling the precum seep from his tip at her taste.

He plunged in one finger and continued to suck and massage her labia with his tongue only, his finger curled every now and then near her spongy spot making her let out load moans.

With one particular nibble, she involuntarily closed her thighs around his head feeling the blood rush to her clitoris. It was all very overwhelming for her poor cunt. He knew exactly what to do, where to place his tongue, for how long to suck , where to angle his finger and how.

“Are you going to let me enjoy this cunt or do I have to be mean Carolina?” He sent a smack to the back of her thigh and pinned her legs to the bed.

“Please your mouth… it’s..” She let out incoherent words as she tugged on his soft hair.

“My mouth is what?” He raised his head making eye contact with her and hovered his tongue over clit as he awaited her answer.

“It’s so so good Harry.” She moaned loudly tweaking her nipples and gripping the bedsheets before he hummed in approval and harshly sucked on her clitoris.

The blood was rushing to his cock, and he loved being a generous man, he’s an orgasm giver. He loved the way she’s withering beneath him.

Her hands holding on to the sheets, a slight back arch, tugging at his hair, the chanting of his name, the tightness of her cunt around his finger inviting him in, the sweet fruit of her wetness on his tongue, a dish he can have for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Her pussy was getting wetter with every lick he provided, he moved his attention to her engorged clit and thrusted two fingers going at a fast pace then slowing down when he feels her walls tighten.

“Harry I need to cum please.” She begged feeling the overstimulation from his mouth and fingers, he put her on the edge twice and now she felt like exploding.

“Because you’re a good girl or a whore.” He rasped in between licks, and she can faintly see wetness dripping down his chin as he continued to eat her out like a starved man.

“Both.” She purposely pulled harshly on his hair, making him look up at her as she was met with his famous grin, messy hair, hungry eyes and the sight of him licking the wetness from his swollen lips.

“Then you better give it to me real good.” He suddenly went on a fast and rough pace with his fingers, along with pinching her clit between his index and thumb. His entire focus was on her cunt and his hand, his forearm flexed from the intensity and speed of his thrusts, with every plunge some of her wetness splashed on the sheets making him chuckle lightly.

Wetness dripping down beneath him, on him and for him.

He pinched her clitoris one last time before he felt himself get covered in her wetness, she was shaking and moaning audibly, some of her hair strands were stuck to her forehead, and her cum was covering his clothed cock, abs, arms and face.

She has never experienced this before with anyone, or alone even. She feels like she’s floating on a cloud, high on ecstasy and pleasure, a mixture of numbness and overstimulation between her legs, she can still feel the aftermath of his tongue, how it lingered there and how good it was. She may be exaggerating but she could swear that she was seeing stars.

“You squirted baby, what a good girl that knows pleasure. It’s fresh juice that I don’t have to work for.” He leaned down and gently kissed over her pulsating cunt making her whine in pain, but not any type of pain.

“I’m just thanking your pretty pussy baby, I’m all covered in your arousal. Isn’t that amazing?” He took a deep breath inhaling her arousal resulting in an audible moan from him, he brought his hand to his briefs and removed them, freeing his swollen cock as he hissed at the feeling.

She could not feel her legs, she just had the best orgasm of her life and unlocked a new feeling, his hands were roaming her skin, pressing pecks to her feminine part, and massaging the swell of her breasts, the music from the party was fading and his voice took over her entire focus.

‘Such a pretty sight, you give me no choice but to worship this pussy.’

‘God look at this, it’s pulsating around nothing poor baby was it too good to handle’

‘ If I’m not the luckiest man on earth then I don’t know what I am’

‘ It smells just as good as it tastes. Gonna be stuck on my tongue forever.’

Praise after praise, he lulled her out of her state of numbness with kisses and touches. Harry was big on physical touch, he wanted to see every inch of her skin, devour it, worship it, cherish it like no one would, he wanted to leave his mark, a mark that no one else but her will see or feel.

He was offering her the bare minimum, providing comfort and reassurance for a partner during such intimate moments was his duty but when he felt her thigh nudge and poke at his neglected cock, he remembered what a minx she is.

“And here I was thinking I should shower you with care so you can get your energy back, looks like you can’t help your whore nature.” He hovered over her, his cross necklace dangling between them.

“Not when your cock is making me horny again.” She whispered as he took note of the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her hair scattered all over his pillow, her puppy eyes begging for more.

“Yeah? Do you want it? Tell me what is it that you want of me?” He closed the gap between them and whispered to her as their noses and lips touched.

“I want your cock inside of me, so deep that you rearrange my insides, I want to feel every stroke, the heat, your hardness and my tight walls. I want that fucking stamina you keep bragging about Styles.” Her whispers were so low yet so seductive, every word went straight to his cock that’s resting against her thighs. His pupils were dilated and she’s shocked he didn’t pin her to the bed right there and then.

His entire expression shifted, and he suddenly stepped off the bed and shuffled in his room before she felt the bed dip and his hands pick up her body and lift her upwards.

“Do you want this? I’m anything but gentle Blue Star, I will make you scream, and I promise you’ll never forget this.” His hand tightened around her waist with his cheek laid against hers as they were both on their knees.

“Yes give it to me.” She caught him off guard by stroking his gently making him lean towards her.

“Say Red if you want to stop and yellow to slow down.” Without another word he flipped her around, placing her back to his chest. He fixed some of her hair behind her ears and pressed kisses to her back.

She heard the unwrapping of a condom as he covered his leaking cock with it, she was a bit disappointed having missed the opportunity to see his length, he guided her around and manhandled her not allowing her to take in his body.

He brought her hands together behind her back and the next thing she felt was a rope tightening around her wrists. He was nipping at her ear lobe and the knot he made felt too good.

“You wanted my Stamina? I’ll show you what ‘cowboys stay on longer’ mean.” His voice was dark and low sending shivers through her body.

He ran his tip through her entrance up and down to tease her making her whine and tip her head backwards against his shoulder, her tied hands were trying to reach for his cock, but she could only stretch them so far.

The wetness of her cunt followed by the aftermath of her orgasm and his swollen cock made the experience overwhelming for both of them. Teasing was his favourite game and his key secret to pleasure, he wasn’t a stranger to the confessions of partners on the ‘best sex they’ve had’ and little do they know, it’s all about the edging.

Her pleas and whines were only fueling his ego more but also his need for her, he was holding back himself as well, he loved the rush he gets from his swollen cock that gets edged throughout the whole experience, how it leaks as a plead and becomes painful. But that’s the whole fun isn’t it?

“Need a cowboy to relieve your ache yeah? It would all be gone as soon as I stick it in. I bet you’re in pain.” He cooed brushing his tip against her swollen clitoris and he can see the tears welling in her eyes.

He thrusted in with one motion smoothly, her cunt was so slick from the wetness, and her heat? She felt too warm for him, he had barely entered yet she sucked him in immediately. His hips were stilled feeling too overwhelmed from the feeling. The same feeling that he desires and aims for from all the teasing. That sweet relief of his ache, his ache for her through and through.

He was still trying to comprehend the pleasing feeling as he laid his head against her shoulder and she the same, ecstasy and euphoria surrounded their bodies as he caught her lips in a passionate kiss.

Her engorged pearl, the intense heat forming between them, her uncontrollable clenching around his veiny cock, the wetness that’s making him slip out, his toned biceps holding her frame to his chest as they frantically share a kiss.

“You feel so good, so so good, I think I’m in heaven, and I didn’t even fuck you yet.” His eyes were shut and his breath was laboured as he slowly began moving his hips.

“You’re filling me up so well, it fits perfectly.” She groaned as his cock stretched her out in the most pleasing ways.

“Sucking me inside , your cunt knows what it needs.” After a few slow yet deep thrusts, he picked up his speed and plunged rapidly inside her velvety pussy.

He pushed her face down on the mattress and held her tied wrists with one hand as he watched his cock go in and out of her slick and puffy pussy. He also had a perfect view of her plump ass that he kept swooning over in her shorts.

His eyes were rolled back as his thrusts were vigorous and needy, the pleasure she was feeling from him was unmatched, he was too deep, reaching places she never knew of and massaging her g-spot with his tip, as well as the prominent veins along his shaft that found her itch.

Her whines and moans were to die for, he didn’t know what was making him more and more horny by the second. How she feels around his cock or her sweet whimpers, he’s getting them recorded in his mind so he can later come back to them, how can someone’s moans be so attractive?

He couldn’t take the sight of her ass bouncing against his length anymore, so he spread her cheeks and abruptly slowed down his hip movement before spitting on her tight hole, pressing her cheek roughly against each other and spanking her hard with his ring clad hand.

Her shriek from the slap was even prettier than the moans and that only fuelled him to continue furthermore.

“Tsk tsk dirty whore, do you love it when I slap this ass? You know how much I’m crazy about your body and you like it don’t you?” He rubbed the skin above his handprint as his pupils dilated upon seeing his initial engraved on her ass. She was too stuck in a pleasure daze to even respond to him.

“Say it or I won’t spank you again.” He manhandled her upwards to his chest by gripping her throat and whispering in her ear.

“Yes I love it when you spank me.” Her pleas were like music to his ears and his cock felt strained from her clenching.

“Say that you love how i’m obsessed with you.” His grip on her throat got tighter and her daze increased.

“I love how you’re obsessed with me, please.”

He picked his speed again and let out an animalistic groan, her cunt was too much for him, gripping him so goddamn tight. Luring him deeper and deeper, he wouldn’t be surprised if he bruised her cervix with how hard he’s going. But the harder he goes the harder she sucks him and clenches.

“No wonder you love it here, perhaps your cunt knows only cowboy cock can do it for you.” He left love bites against her neck and sucked harder when he found her sensitive spot.

He was trying to hold back as much as he can, but the way she’s tightening around him has him panting and holding on to her glorious body. It felt too surreal, and he lost it when she removed his hand from her throat and brought it to her lower abdomen placing it over what appeared to be a stomach bulge from his thick girth.

A primal instinct took over him and he pushed her down on the bed and laid his body against hers from behind as all of his weight was pressed on her back with her face buried in the mattress.

“Do you see how deep I can go? Properly arranging your insides, it’s my duty .” She only responded with a whine adoring the way he’s pressed on her and reaching even farther inside of her.

“Where can you feel me now?” He slowed down resulting in her pout and groan before bringing his hand backwards to pinch and massage her cheeks.

“Everywhere Harry, I can feel you everywhere.” She cried out and pushed her ass back on his shaft with all her strength.

“That’s what I fucking want.”

Harry keeps forgetting what a little minx she is, so whatever she does he’ll never be prepared.

“Red.” His thrusts halted the moment her safe word rolled out of her lips. He shifted his body and quickly untied her wrists as he flipped her around gently to check her state only to find her smirking.

“I want to change positions.” She said nonchalantly as his heartbeat slowly went back to average after getting worried on her.

“Not a nice card Carolina.” He hovered over her kissing her neck and rubbing at her thighs.

“And if I want to ride you? A proper northern tradition?” His eyes lit up at her words and he stopped sucking on her skin as he felt his swollen cock that still didn’t get a release become more and more painful.

In terms of pleasure, she was worse than Harry but he didn’t know that yet. She didn’t chase after orgasms during sex, she wanted lust, sweat, skin on skin, heat, a good time and wetness of her partner.

Yes orgasms are amazing but what about edging?

Allowing herself to reach the high then cut it off only to try new positions, new angles, new kinks, new everything. It is not the orgasm that feels good to her, it is rather the experience of it, tiring each other out and push the sexual limits. Her little secret was that one mind blowing orgasm after a good period of time of edging and teasing (her personal limit is up to hours) will always outpower many orgasms in a short period of time.

It is a sensual feeling that holds her high in the clouds, drunk on ecstasy and pleasure, nothing and nothing at all can compare to edging.

“Then show me what you got.” He gently slapped her inner thigh and moved upwards as she lifted herself on her knees. He relaxed his body against the headboard and was able to spot the soaked part of the sheets, near the edge of the bed from her squirting.

She hovered over his thigh and traced one of the tattoos she’s never seen before, it was a tiger and she smirked as she swiped some of her wetness off it.

Harry was a sight as he laid back. Toned chest going up and down to catch his breath, legs spread with his erect cock as if he wasn’t inside of her moments ago. His hands red and veiny, proud of leaving marks on her skin. His hair was sweaty, and curls dangled on his forehead.

The condom around his shaft was killing him, and the amount of precum that leaked was embarrassing so he removed it and leaned over to his bedtable to get a new one before her hand wrapped around his wrist.

“I would really like to feel you, if you don’t mind.” She swiped some of the precum that traced down his shaft and brought it to her mouth as she sucked on it while making eye contact with him.

He crossed his arms behind his head and motioned with his eyes toward his cock. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy Carolina.”

She placed her hands on his chest and teased him by grinding her wet cunt over his bare cock. The sound of wetness was too erotic and when he looked down he could see how she was sharing her arousal with his cock and feel how much in heat she is.

She shifted her weight on his throat purposefully as she stroked him and swiped her finger over the tip making his brain fuzzy. She lubed it up with some of her wetness before locking her eyes with him, lowering herself on his length and biting her lip.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. Her bare walls hugged him perfectly, he can properly feel her cunt as his tip massaged its way inside of her.

She didn’t move for a good minute, only clenching herself around him, as he got dizzy from feeling her on him, she was like a drug, and addiction is exactly what he wanted.

“Roll your hips and do what you were born to do, ride my cock like the cowgirl you are.” He slapped her cheeks and placed his hands on her hips as he got impatient.

“Fuck you’re so much deeper this way.” She began bouncing on his cock and the sight in front of Harry was too much to handle.

Her breasts were jiggling in front of him, so he brought his head forward and buried it between them, the curve between her hips and ass was marvellous as she rode him like there’s no tomorrow.

The sound of skin slapping, and wetness filled the room, along with their loud shameless moans. Harry licked all over her breasts and bit her nipples, as his cock twitched the more she pushed his head onto her breasts.

“That’s it baby, choke me with your tits. Wish I can milk these beauties.” He lapped and sucked at her skin, groaning loudly when she tugs on his hair roots.

He straightened his posture again and looked down to where they’re connected, beads of precum were coating his shaft and her pussy, a string of shared arousal soaked their parts as he can see some of his cum on her clit, and the moment he caught a glimpse he went feral.

He suddenly uses all of his weight and effortlessly pushes her on her back, away from his cock, as they both wince at the sudden separation. She doesn’t have time to question him before he sucks hard at her clit making her let out screams. She moves his head away feeling overwhelmed as her bundle of nerves is way too swollen, making him frown in grumpiness at her move.

“Sorry pretty but I swear it was calling for me. Asking me to suck, so swollen and red it needed care. I had to taste.” He rasped before burying his face against the wetness to lather his face with it considering it his facial as he moaned loudly from having her cum all over his face.

She had to physically pry him away as his primal instinct took over and refused to leave her poor cunt alone. He was a starving man as he returned to his previous position, cock erect more than ever as he tugged on it. He motioned for her with his index and middle finger making her crawl to him.

“You’re such a slut.” Her hand wrapped around his veiny length as she brought it to her entrance yet again.

“It takes one to know one baby.” He didn’t wait for her and thrusted inside her in one swift motion making her gasp out loud and hold on to him.

“Exactly baby, there’s a reason my name is always being screamed.” They were a dynamic that represented pleasure in its best form, the lust that radiated off their bodies was primal and needy. His cock diving into her walls, creating a perfect pattern of hitting her g-spot as her clitoris bumps with his short hairs.

“Tell me Harry, how’s a Carolina girl for you.” Her hand wrapped around his throat , pressing on the sides as she bounced quickly up and down on his length.

Harry was floating on a cloud that he never wishes to leave. Her cock being gripped by her puffy cunt, and his throat by her artist hands. Fuck, was he in heaven?

“So good, tight, soft, wet. You’re everything baby.” He rolled his eyes before closing them shut, allowing himself to indulge in the pleasure she’s giving him.

“Is this why you came back? You know your roots well and how to use your hips.” He winked at her before dropping his gaze down to take in the view.

Her bounces were hitting the right spot for him and her, especially when she stills herself and does nothing but roll her hips left and right slowly but with hard rapid clenches of her walls that have a death grip on him.

He doesn’t even know where to touch, her perky nipples or her plump ass, maybe lick on her neck, tug on her hair, bury his fingers in her hips, so many worshipping methods and so little time.

He would be lying if he said that he doesn’t like the way she chokes him or that it’s his first time. Just for a minute he felt himself dose off as her grip made his brain go fuzzy, his legs numb and cock even more hungry.

But he immediately removed her hand off his throat, slapped her clit harshly and cupped her cheeks with one hand before bringing her face closer to him and kissing her swollen lips.

His mouth drifted off to her jawline and collarbone before digging his teeth into her shoulders, then nipping gently at her skin.

“I know I know, just do what you have to do. I’m only marking you.” He cooed at her hiss of pain as he rubbed her back and continued to bite all over her skin.

His touches made her swoon and lose her energy, whether it be his grip, or his kisses and bites, slapping her ass and choking her. She just couldn’t focus on riding him, and he could see it. But he knew of his teasing and how good she was for him, no one ever rode him for that long and if not for his stimulation she would’ve continued.

“I have no shame in making everyone hear your screams till dawn. Would you take it? His hands stilled her hips as she looked at him with pleading eyes, begging for a release.

“Yes, give me your cock.” She nudged her nose against his, wrapping her lips around him as she breathed in his scent along with the smell of their arousal hanging in the air.

“Oh i’ll give you everything pretty.” He wrapped a protective hand around her and leaned his body sideways to grab something as she let out a shriek at the change of positions.

Looks like he found a way to go deeper.

He smirked proudly as he placed his cowboy hat on her head, making her laugh and push at his chest. Although it was a silly move of him, but he can’t help but moan once he sees her naked body in all its glory, sweaty from the amazing sex, and his cock tucked deep inside of her as his hat with ‘Styles’ embroidered on it lays on her head.

“Hold on to me baby, I’m rougher than bulls.” He pinned his toned legs to the bed, and began plunging into her at a fast pace, it was if he was penetrating her with all that he has, he was reaching into her stomach, and the sight of her helpless above him was engraved in his mind till his death day.

“That’s fucking right, keep screaming for me. Tightest fucking pussy.” He gritted his teeth as her moans filled the room along with the sound of their skin slapping, he nearly bucked his knees when he saw how he was penetrating her wet cunt fast and rough and how good she was taking it.

“Oh I bet you’d take this cock all day after I come from work maybe follow me to the field eh?” He tweaked her nipples, and she could barely form coherent words, not when he’s everywhere.

“Yeah? A-and y-you wouldn’t leave work for me?” She managed to form a sentence sending him a devilish smirk before biting her lip and arching her back.

“Damn right, I’m never leaving this bed, you wanted cowboy cock so take it.” He manhandled her on his cock, with his arms on her waist as he lifted her up and down on his thick shaft that’s letting out sounds from their creamy arousal.

“See? I’m not letting you do any work. So spoiled and I don’t mind one bit.” She could do nothing but moan and whimper, it was as if her brain was empty of thoughts, nothing but the feeling of his cock plunging into her, with his hands roughly picking her up then bringing her down, his fingers digging deep into her skin, and his cowboy hat on her head.

It was exactly what she’s been craving.

Raw, dirty, lustful and erotic.

The heat that was between them was unbearable as if their bodies were on fire, the amount of wetness her cunt was producing made him hold on to her deeper in order to avoid slipping out.

“Oh poor baby, your cunt is getting wetter, begging for me to go deeper.” He caressed her cheek before she caught him off guard and brought her mouth around his finger, as she sucked on it inside her mouth.

“One hole isn’t good enough for you?” He tsked at her, plunging in his finger deeper down her throat as he manhandled her with his one hand only.

“Can’t wait to have your pretty mouth wrapped my cock, should’ve done that from the beginning to shut you up.” Plunge after the other and they both felt the heat in their lower abdomen, but of course more intensely than normal orgasms. That is the perk of edging.

She was on the verge of tears, the feeling in her stomach became merciless as she thought she was going to explode. It was too good, just really really good.

“Give me one reason to make you come.” He deadpanned as he slowed down his thrusts and hit deeper near her g-spot.

“I already orgasmed, you’re the one who needs a release.” She tried to act nonchalant as if she won’t pass out if he deprives her of cumming.

“Yeah? Then why is your cunt tightening around me? You came and your little pussy is still so hungry. I’m not the one begging baby.” His words made her remember the gravity of her situation and how giving her a release is now a need.

“Please I need it, so bad.” She cried out as her hands roamed his body savouring whatever she could touch.

“Cmon show me what a good girl you are, my good girl.” He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowed down into deep thrusts and she couldn’t resist looking at his hips rolling where the ferns are drawn.

His ring clad hands caressed her clit as he flicked it with his finger the same way a musician would with his guitar. He made sure to keep eye contact with her as he did it, all his acts have tired her and induced her ache for a release, so she dropped her forehead against his as they helped each other reach their high.

“I’m cumming fuckkkk.” She mewled scratching his back with her nails as he hissed at the feeling. He caught her lips in a sloppy kiss while they gripped each other tightly, allowing their high to pass.

He didn’t have any words to describe sex with her, let alone orgasming. He wanted to stay buried deep inside her cunt, breathe it in, lick it, devour it and worship it. How can he not be obsessed when he has never felt this way before?

They moaned into each other mouths’ as he released inside of her while she pulsated feverishly around him.

“Take my fucking cum, take what belongs to you.” He pinned her hips with his hands as ropes of cum filled her cunt to the brim. Above the amazing feeling of another orgasm, the way he released his hot arousal into her made her even more sensitive.

“Fuck Harry that’s a big load.” She whispered against his skin as he continued to let out his arousal and paint her walls white.

“Can’t help myself, you’re milking me so bad, it’s what your cunt wants not me.” Some of his cum began pooling out from where they’re connected and she felt so wet, slick and dirty.

After his flow finally stopped, he kissed her softly as they sat in a lotus position, her hands between his soft curls while his delicate fingers rubbed over the places where he caused her bruises.

“Fuck it’s like your cum is inside my stomach.” Her words made his cock twitch as he smirked during the kiss.

“I’m going to pull out and it’ll hurt a bit, but I want you to be a good girl for me and immediately sit on my face m’kay?” He planted a kiss on her cheek and looked at her face for approval which he received through a nod.

“What will you be?” He used his deep voice that makes her want to ride his cock all over again.

“Your good girl.” She whimpered feeling his cum go deep inside her pussy.

“Atta girl.”

He pulled out gently noting her wince before dropping his gaze to see a pool of cum between their thighs, as more dripped down when he moved her off his cock. He quickly laid down and pushed her pussy on his face catching their joined cum before it falls into his mouth.

She leaned her head against the headboard as tears welled inside her eyes from the amount of overstimulation she went through in one night. His hot tongue felt heavenly as he gathered the sticky cum between her thighs and labia.

But even that wasn’t enough as he flicked his tongue inside to her vulva collecting all of the cum before spitting it on her clit and sucking at it with his teeth.

“Pretty pretty pearl, engorged from my cock, so good and swollen for me.” He placed a kiss on her clitoris tenderly before she moved herself away.

“Please it’s too much.” She whimpered as she hovered over him since any contact with her pulsating cunt will make her shudder.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, best pussy I’ll ever have.” He prepped her face with kisses, before moving down to her body parts making sure to not go close to her poor cunt, but he couldn’t help but get a whiff of her arousal.

If only he can make a perfume of it and lather it on his skin.

No one has ever treated her this way during sex and all she can think about is how no one will compare. His mouth explored her body and touched places she didn’t.

Lustful, filthy and pleasing.

She couldn’t tell the time nor care about the party that’s still ongoing, only the frustration when his lips parted from her body as he carried her to his bathroom placing her on the toilet seat.

“I’ll go change the sheets and you clean up.” He kissed her temple and left the bathroom as she heard the sound of a new duvet being pulled out.

She followed him a few minutes later after peeing and cleaning up, she leaned against the door frame with wobbly legs watching him arrange the bed for her.

The moment he saw her standing he grinned at the sight of her shaky legs, but also frowned as to why she didn’t call for him.

“First of all glad to see I did that but for next time it’s my job to carry you.” He reached her with long strides before picking her up effortlessly bridal style and placing her on the fresh sheets as she giggled against his chest.

Her mind was going left and right, she didn’t know whether to focus on the way he said “next time” nonchalantly or how he picked her up to tuck her in bed whilst being in his briefs.

She melted into the soft linen, breathing in the scent of the laundry soap, and the bed dipped beneath her as he brought his body closer to her.

“Let me go down and kick everyone out so we can sleep peacefully. It’ll take a while.” He gave her one last kiss before putting on some clean jeans and shirt as she admired his body in the moonlight that’s pooling in from the window.

He gently closed the door behind him leaving a dim lamp on, she noticed how the music faded away along with loud upset groans and the voice of Harry ordering everyone out.

She doesn’t remember falling asleep, didn’t even look at the clock but she suddenly opened her eyes feeling a presence near her and arms wrapped around her body.

“It’s just me Blue Star.” He whispered in her ear as he hugged her body closer into his.

He smelled of pine and aftershave indicating that he must’ve taken a quick shower before bed as if he didn’t tire her out a while ago.

She hummed at him before closing her eyes again feeling drowsy and sleepy, the last thing she felt was his hands rubbing lotion on her wrists that were tied up as he massaged them gently and lulled her to a blissful sleep.

The moonlight that pulled her body in an embrace last night was now replaced with warm golden rays, that poked at her skin gently to wake her up from her blissful state of sleep.

The toned biceps that held her through the night are no longer there and she can quickly notice their absence, before her eyes open and before she regains consciousness.

His presence is too consuming to not notice.

She shifts to the other side stretching her hand as she roams the sheets looking for a sign of him, she finally gives up and opens her eyes to see the wrinkled sheet he left behind with his scent lingering in the air.

She can’t tell the hour but now she knows for sure that he isn’t around for she can feel his presence deep in her bones. She buries her face in his pillow breathing in what he left behind, as his duvet hugs her naked skin perfectly.

She loves rising at an early hour to relish in the peace of the morning, twisted between the bedsheets with a welcome gift from the sun as the bluebirds outside chirp and sing for her.

She can’t help but think how this morning would’ve been if he was here, would he have taken her in his bed again or stroked her hair telling her to sleep in?

She moved the duvet off her and stretched her limbs before her smile turned into a painful wince. She lifted her body with a struggle and balanced herself on her elbows while looking down at her body.

He was everywhere.

Purple bruises that stretched along her inner and outer thighs, pelvis, breasts and a bit that she was able to catch from her collarbone.

But most importantly she couldn’t move an inch without feeling him inside of her in the form of soreness, but good god it never felt this good.

She bit her bottom lip at the thought of him leaving his trace behind.

“Here I fucked her and made her scream”

“Here I gave her these bruises to remember me by”

“Here I kissed and worshipped every inch.”

Call her crazy but she can still feel his mouth on her pussy, as if he was licking her right this moment. How he penetrated her and how deep he went, looking straight into her soul as he loved on her body.

She balanced herself on her feet with a bit of pain, as she walked over to the bathroom. The soreness and pain was nothing but a gift to her that she’ll hold on to. She loved it, loved how he claimed her body, leaving himself everywhere.

The better surprise was when she looked into the mirror and got a proper look at her body, her entire chest, neck and collarbone was purple and pink. Her fingers traced over the painful love bites as she stared back into the mirror at a woman claimed by Harry Styles, the golden boy of the North.

Her eyes drifted to the edge of the mirror where a yellow sticky note was hung. She picked it up to read it as her fingers traced over the love bruises.

“Good morning pretty, I had to leave this morning for an important job, otherwise I would’ve gladly stayed in bed with you all day fucking you over and over again. Trust me when I opened my eyes and saw you laying against my chest with those perfect bruises reflecting the sun I almost quit right there and then. Did you feel my kiss to your forehead baby? I’ll see you in the evening Carolina, and you better wear these bruises proudly.”

- H

Her giggle filled the room as she reread the note repeatedly like a young girl with a school crush. She hid it somewhere safe as she plans to keep it in her memory box. She walked around the room a bit and gazed at the bruises before finally stepping into the bath, feeling a bit sad about washing him away from her body but also grinning while his pine shower gel sticks all over her skin.

Confusion was a feeling that she rarely encountered. She was a girl that organised her every move and thought, she dislikes not having a plan and the thing she despises more than messy areas is messy situations.

She has only one day left in heaven before she leaves for Washington, where she has a new semester to begin. Yes she longs for home every single day, for her family, for Carolina, the bonds with everyone, the food, the people, the serenity. But these five days were not planned.

She didn’t plan to grow attached to a hot cowboy that teases her whenever he can, shows her a good time, is a good man and isn’t afraid of expressing his fondness of her.

Where can she fit a last-minute plan?

She has had hook-ups before despite not being a one-night stand girl, but again she only slept with people who matched her plan that helped her stay on the right lane.

Sleep with people you know you won’t get attached to / people that won’t make it awkward.

She is still in Montana and her brain is with Harry, in which category does this messed up plan fall?

Mentioning it to Harry or even talking about it is out of the question. She may have an inkling about moving forward and liking him, but she can’t exactly ask him where do they see themselves standing when she’s known him for what a couple of days?

Even these few days were able to tell her that Harry is not the commitment type, showing her a good time during sex and being a gentleman does not necessarily indicate that he likes her, it’s simply him being Harry.

It would be a bit clingy of her to tell him she likes him, she thinks. Besides sexual attraction isn’t enough. Surely she can survive without him right?

After all staying away is the best option to keep her heart safe, this way she’ll avoid embarrassment and trouble. She highly doubts that Harry feels the same way.

It’s barely ten in the morning and her train of thoughts is already on the move, she sighs as she shuts the front door to her house, wondering how she mustered up the courage to leave Harry’s house, his warm bed that has his scent and return home.

Her family’s house is oddly quiet, there’s no loud talking, laughter, bickering or the sound of the oven and smell of food. She checks every room only to end up with the conclusion that she is in fact alone.

A little note was placed on her bed obviously written by her mother. “What’s up with everyone leaving notes?” She mumbled under her breath before picking up the paper.

“Darling, we left town to run errands. Enjoy your day but please free yourself at night, The Miller’s invited us to their bar and the whole town will be there.”

Xoxo, your mama.

She isn’t sure how the night arrived.

She tried so hard to pass the day, allow the darkness to take over but it just wouldn’t. She managed to draw two sketches of bunnies and lambs before her heart took over and began drawing green eyes.

It wasn’t until the light disappeared from the sky that she noticed how her hand worked nonstop, as two sketches of Harry lay before her.

The first one has traces of last night, Harry’s naked body on the sheets, his legs tightly entwined with hers, his curls are messy and lips sightly parted. The moonlight from the window casts a light that makes him appear like a fallen angel. It seems that the sun envies him, and the moon adores him.

He looks so blissful and pretty in the sketch, the more she stares at it the more she recalls his touch and how it felt.

The second sketch is him working in their ranch, she really outdid herself with this one as it makes her squirm around in her seat.

He’s shirtless and adorned with sweat, a hammer in his hand with his head dropped down, nothing appearing from his face but the cowboy hat. She managed to draw some of his tattoos, especially the ferns that peek from his hips and the butterfly on his toned abs.

These two sketches are deeply engraved in her mind, as she brought to life two of her favourite memories surrounding Harry, she looks at them in awe feeling selfish for the first time in her life.

There’s no way in hell she’s sharing it with anyone.

So she hides them somewhere safe in her room and decides on taking them to university with her to recall the good times, even if it’s a risky move.

She stretched her muscles feeling a bit sore from her position all day long (and last night), before noticing that it’s nearly 8:30 in the evening.

“Fuck, the bar!” She cursed under her breath as she quickly ran across the room to dress up.

The Miller’s bar has never been this crowded.

People were pooling from other towns, as they filled the area with laughter and dancing. It was hard to locate her parents amidst the sea of cowboy hats, but once she did she stuck next to them.

She didn’t have to apologise for being late since it took her a total of twenty minutes to get dressed up in a short beige dress and drive to the bar.

Maggy surprised her from behind before hugging her and greeting her parents, the music was loud and random strangers from other towns kept coming in to greet her parents and her despite not knowing them.

The whiskey was harsh on her tongue as it kept reminding her of someone else who likes it until her thoughts travelled to the taste of something else.

Random men and women bumped into her then apologised due to the crowded space, she’d hate such events usually but the whole vibe was amazing.

Northern people were gathered around together, the young are getting to know each other and making plans while the elders are catching up. As she looked around, she knew that this feeling is what she lives for. This is home.

Maggy was whispering jokes in her ear about people attending making her let out a loud laugh as they try and hold it still by drinking more. They balanced each other as the laughter was hard to control but eventually they refilled their drinks and decided to separate to avoid further embarrassment.

It suddenly clicked to her that Maggy unintentionally distracted her from thinking about Harry. During the ride here, all she could think about was him, will he like her dress? What will he say to her? Is he going to be there even?

Her parents were occupied with someone, and everyone around her was either drinking and chatting or dancing to the beat of the loud music. She took a sip of her drink as she looked around for a trace of him.

Even though some men had their backs turned to her, she knew none were him. She’d recognize him in a sea of cowboys.

She began to get anxious at the thought of him not being here. That means she’ll only see him tomorrow since she can’t leave, not when her parents have asked of her to attend, not when she’s having too much fun.

She was about to give up as she sipped her last drink before catching a glimpse of someone from her peripheral vision, she averted her gaze properly only to find him leaning against a wall, with a beer bottle in his hand while he stares at her intently.

He must’ve been doing that ever since she arrived because his figure was covered with people who chatted with him, but she was able to feel a pair of eyes staring through her back.

Her lips twitched when she locked eyes with him and his grin grew bigger, as if they were the only people in the room, the music faded, and he refused to remove his eyes off her. Not even when a girl came and flirted with him, he didn’t bat an eye or turn to her, nor speak.

His brain was consumed her, if you looked inside all you’d hear is Carolina,Carolina,Carolina…

He winked at her and puckered his lips, sending her a flying kiss as she blushed at his gesture before looking around to make sure no one saw him, not that they’d be in trouble. But it was for her and her only.

When she turned her gaze back, she didn’t find him standing there. So she looked at every corner only to find it occupied by a couple. She even expected him to surprise her from behind, but he had completely vanished into thin air.

An echo of a microphone grabbed everyone’s attention as they shuffled near the stage, while she followed behind.

“Good evening Montana! Hope you’re all having fun.” Tim Miller spoke to the crowd that responded with cheering.

“I got a really good treat for you tonight. You’re all going to be blessed with the music of Harry Styles.” Tim shouted excitedly as the cheering grew larger upon hearing Harry’s name.

So he disappeared because he wants to perform? Touché .

She thought about their road trip together and how she’d want to hear his voice one day. She just didn’t expect it to be so soon, but she can also feel her heart thumping at the thought of him singing and performing.

She felt the nudge and presence of someone near her who turned out to be Maggy. “Oh he’s going to sing, and you got us front seats.” Her parents stood next to Maggy as they all waited for Harry to begin singing.

Once he set foot on stage, the chanting of his name began. She had already done that yesterday in bed, but now her new panties began to gather wetness that her cunt cannot seem to hold.

He was a sight for sore eyes.

Tight Levi’s, brown leather jacket with nothing under it, a guitar strapped around his waist and the same cowboy hat he placed on her head last night.

He smirked and sent flying kisses to the crowd before looking down at her and giving his charming grin.

“I won’t say the name of this song, but the muse knows themselves.” He whispered with his lips against the microphone as his remark made everyone let out an ‘Oooh’ as the girls giggled.

A nice beat began to form as Harry dropped his gaze to her and moved his hands on the guitar. Her body was on fire as she thought about the possibilities behind the ‘muse’. How would she feel if it was someone else or even if it was her with the presence of her parents and Maggy?

He screamed ‘Oh Yeah’ into the microphone as he swayed around to the tune that sounds a bit Northern before he began singing.

‘She’s got a family in Carolina

So far away, but she says I remind her of home.

Feeling oh so far from home’

She felt the colour drain from her face as Maggy gave her a side eye. Not only was she the ‘muse’ but he had the audacity to use lyrics that are obviously pointing towards her.

‘She never saw herself as a westcoaster

Moved all the way cause her grandma told her

“Better swim before you drown”

He was singing it with a proud smile plastered across his face, the crowd was dancing and cheering as some girls pretended that it’s about them. His eyes locked with hers as a curl fell on his forehead before he continued singing.

‘She’s a good girl

She’s such a good girl

She’s a good girl

She feels so good’

He moaned loudly into the microphone while keeping eye contact with her as the lyrics brought back memories of his touch. At this point her face was tomato red and she tried not to appear flustered while Maggy laughed and her parents looked around, as if they’re trying to catch a hint.

‘She’s got a book for every situation

Gets into parties without invitation

How could you ever turn her down?”

His voice was perfect with a subtle obsession appearing the more he sang, his body was glued to the microphone stand, if he didn’t have his eyes shut he’d look at her and only her. She wondered if he’s closing his eyes to recall the events, how she crashed the bonfire, had a box full of books and how he almost ran to the bedroom at his party.

‘There’s not a drink that I think could sink her

How would I tell her that she’s all I think about

Well I guess she just found it’

He danced along swaying his body left and right, smiling like an idiot at his confessions in front of everyone. It seemed that they were enjoying the song, she couldn’t blame them. He had an angelic voice, and the tune was mesmerizing.

‘She’s a good girl

She’s such a good girl

She’s a good girl

She feels so good

She feels so good’

More shameless moans left his lips as she finally figured that he’s imitating her own moans. He grinded his body against the mic with every time he said ‘good girl’. She’s surprised a whimper didn’t leave his lips. Maggy knew what was going on and pretended to be clueless.

‘I met her once and wrote a song about her

I wanna scream ,yeah

I wanna shout it out

And I hope she hears me now’

He raised his hands on both sides just like when he was riding the bull and prompted the crowd to cheer more. He dropped his hand on purpose making his finger point at her before diverting it and smirking when her eyes widened.

He was simply an unserious man.

His moans and grinding only seemed to increased, and his attire was not helping. The way he was shameless about everything, singing about her encounters with him, subtle details that she doesn’t even remember saying.

‘ La la la la, la la la la la la la ‘

He kept repeating it as the audience went crazy including a girl who convinced her friends that it’s about her. He looked so joyful and above the clouds as he sang.

‘She’s a good girl

She’s such a good girl

She’s a good girl

She feels so good

Oh, she’s a good girl”

He bit his bottom lip at the last sentence, gripping tightly to the stand as he grinded his crotch repeatedly. She stood watching him knowing damn well that she is probably dripping down her thighs.

She is not sure what’s hotter. Him singing about her in front of a big crowd, or how he looked like he was recalling yesterday’s sex. She was still flustered nonetheless, her cheeks were painted red, and she kept biting on her nails and clenching her thighs.

‘She feels so good

Oh yeah

Oh yeah’

He ended the song with sensuality, as he if looked into the crowd with pleading eyes that say ‘ I swear she’s good’. She almost fell on her knees right there and then when he did that .

“In case you didn’t guess, the song is called Carolina.” He chuckled lightly and stepped off the stage making all the girls swoon and follow after him.

“The song seems so familiar , I just can’t pinpoint it!” She heard her mother talking to her father as he agreed with her, in awe of Harry’s talent. She had totally forgotten that her parents were standing right next to her, she has never been this troubled and flustered in her entire life.

She looked like she was about to pass out from how red her face was ,her chest was heaving and ears ringing as Maggy poked at her skin and teased her.

Harry Styles just performed a song about her in front of the whole town and her parents, while being explicit in his lyrics making sure to let everyone know how good her pussy is.

The way he grinded against the mic, imitated her moans, locked eyes with her and was just so proud about it made her want to fight and fuck him at the same time.

She left Maggy hanging in the middle of the room as she stormed inside to where Harry headed. She rarely went there so she isn’t even sure where she’s going or if she’ll find him.

She passed by closed storage rooms, employees only rooms and random bathrooms till she was met with a room that she has never seen before. The sign on the door said ‘Miller Family Only’. It wouldn’t hurt to try.

Her hand wrapped around the door knob as the door creaked open, the light was on and the room was basically turned into a home. Yellow light bulbs, cozy sofa in the middle, a mini refrigerator and a closet.

“Took you long enough Carolina.” He popped out from behind the door making her jolt back and raise a hand to her chest.

“Fuck you! What is up with you?” She shouted in anger before she closed the door and locked it.

“I’m not the one creeping around baby-“

“I meant the fucking song Harry.” She gritted her teeth as their faces were inches apart.

“You said you wanted to hear my voice.” He whispered using his low deep voice while placing his hands on her waist.

All of her questions and plans to argue flew out of the window when his body got close to her, and his eyes darkened. Suddenly the wetness in between her legs was getting more and more noticeable.

“You performed it in front of everyone including my parents! When did you even write that?” She tried to maintain her sanity to not get distracted by his wandering hands.

“I’m just telling everyone how good you are for me. Wrote it today in under an hour, couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He nibbled at her earlobe as he groaned and pressed her body closer to him.

“You’re unbelievable , and fucking crazy.” She dug her nails into his back right where she scratched last night making him hiss.

“You’re so hot when you’re angry, I just got a boner.” She can feel his bulge against her dress while she placed her hands on his toned abs.

“Tell me one thing baby, is it still sore here?” He cooed bringing down his hand to her pussy before cupping it with ring clad hand making her shudder.

“Yes it’s so sore.” His grip on her cunt had her holding on to him as she felt herself pulsate rapidly.

“Not only is it achy from my cock, but my singing too? Was gonna hide this from me?” He tsked rubbing slow circles above the fabric.

She was withering under his touch, as her brain kept rewinding to his performance. Him singing ‘good girl’ was all she could think about.

“I’m not sure i’m happy about you hiding these bruises. You ruined my art.” He put on a frustrated tone while he traced her neck, wondering if he should wipe all that makeup.

“You really want to embarrass me in front of everyone don’t you?” She brought her hand slowly down to his pants and toyed with his button.

“No i’m just proud of what I did baby.” He pinned her against the wall and caught her lips in a sloppy kiss.

Their bodies were unbelievably responsive to each other. Like a primal instinct that comes out whenever they’re close to one another. He was grinding onto her as she began getting flashbacks from their sex.

She abruptly pushed his head away by cupping his cheeks catching him off guard.

“Apparently I’m a good girl. What about you? Should we see if you’re a good boy.” His pupils dilated at her words and she’s surprised that he didn’t drool.

“W-what?” He muttered under his breath as he swallowed down his throat.

“I want to suck your cock and I want you to moan loudly to let everyone know that you’re a good boy.” Her switch made him twitch in his pants, as he looked into her doe eyes that will be the death of him.

“Want to put those lips on my cock?” He traced his finger over her bottom lip, thinking about all the ways he can fuck her throat.

“Hmm I really want a taste, it’s not fair that you got one and I didn’t.” She pouted pretending to be quite upset about it.

Harry’s head was spinning 180°. He was holding himself back from cumming in his pants and fuck was it hard.

“Good girls help good boys to cum don’t they.” He took her hand after unbuttoning his Levi’s and guided it inside his briefs.

His lips hovered over hers as his raspy voice went straight to her cunt where her clitoris was throbbing. He stared at her with hungry eyes, as if he’s promising to ruin her.

“It’s so hard. What’s causing you this pain hmm?” It seemed that he should give up and allow her to take over as he nearly whimpers every time she opens her mouth.

“You. You in this fucking dress, my good girl. Your warm cunt, your body. Fuck!” He cursed loudly as she swiped her finger over his leaking tip.

She didn’t pay much attention to Harry’s whines, instead she brought her finger to her mouth, shoved it all the way in tasting his cum while rolling her eyes and moaning.

“Good taste from a good boy.” Harry’s brain simply wasn’t working. He stared at her with puppy eyes and parted lips.

It wasn’t until he felt her hot tongue on his abs that he returned to reality and saw her kissing all over his midsection while gradually kneeling the lower she went. Her hands roamed his body as she left kisses everywhere.

“Fucks sake” He muttered under his breath, gripping on to the door handle as she kissed his clothed cock beneath his briefs.

She palmed him through the fabric while looking up at him with innocent eyes as if she doesn’t want to drain him from cum. She massaged him gently and pressed kisses, while he tried not to buckle his knees.

“I wonder how you’ll feel around my mouth, maybe if I push it deep enough it’ll make my throat sore just like my pussy.” She spoke every word with confidence as she freed his cock from the briefs, it stood up hard and proud against his stomach. Now that she sees it up close, she can tell how thick and big he is. Maybe because he’s swollen and erect but nonetheless she now has a justification for her cunt’s ache.

“Oh poor baby you’re twitching.” She enjoyed watching him lose his restraint and sanity at the same time. His cock was uncontrollably twitching as it leaked precum from the tip.

“Put me in your mouth baby.” He panted between words feeling dizzy just from seeing her on her knees. He wants them bruised just like the rest of her body.

She resumed her work as if he didn’t just speak and brought her hand down to her panties fingering her cunt and gathering wetness on it before spitting and wrapping her hand on his cock.

He tipped his head backwards and rolled his eyes at her action, her wetness was on his cock. She used her cum as lube.

She stroked his cock slowly and pressed pecks to his length, before twirling her tongue on his tip as if it’s a lollipop. She palmed his balls between her hand making him groan and look down at her while she licked a long strip from the base to the tip gathering all the precum that leaked. Then, she opened her mouth showing him her tongue that’s painted with her cum.

“Was that what you wanted? A good girl’s tongue on your big cock?” she teased him more by bringing the tip to her mouth only to leave a kiss.

“What I want is for you to suck my cock, gag on it, and swallow my cum like the good girl you are.” He took matters into his own hands and wrapped his hand around her hair before guiding his length to her lips.

She took him inside her mouth with a mischievous look glowing in her eyes, she allowed him to use her mouth, but Harry barely felt her hot tongue for a few moments and almost collapsed on the ground.

She bobbed her head around him, with one hand massaging his balls and brought half of his cock inside before pulling out and spitting the joined saliva and precum over it.

“Doing so good for me, do what you were born to do.” He let out audible moans at the feeling of her tongue lapping and sucking on his cock. His salty precum flooded her mouth, and she was confused whether to spit or swallow.

He hissed at her tight grip to the base, she was squeezing him harshly while bobbing her head fast on his shaft, her cheeks were hollowed, and her lips became swollen and rosy pink just like his cock.

“Squeezing me so bad aren’t you? So desperate for my cum down that pretty throat.” She dug her nails in his thighs that were tensing and pushed him all the way in.

The sound of gagging and moaning filled the room as her nose nudged some of the hairs at his base, she looked at him with ‘fuck me eyes’ making him push her head against his cock as it fills up her mouth, without letting her breathe, simply having him deep down her throat.

He felt her reaching for his other hand, guiding him to her neck where she let him trace the bulge from his cock down her throat making him let out an animalistic groan and pull out.

She gasped for air as a trail of saliva fell from the corners from her mouth, Harry’s breath was laboured and his chest was heaving as his cock twitched and leaked precum on the ground beneath them. Her mouth was merciless.

He swiped some of the saliva from her lips and brought it inside with his thumb as she sucked on it passionately.

“Love my cock in any way don’t you? Inside your cunt or throat you’ll take it and allow me to rearrange your insides.” He chuckled stroking her hair before motioning for her to continue sucking.

“Use my mouth for your cock.” She begged with a needy scratchy voice and that was all it took him before he tugged harshly on her hair and shoved his cock inside of her mouth.

His hips rolled forward as he thrusted in and out just like she wanted, she was gagging and holding on to his thighs as he fucked her throat roughly.

Some of her saliva and his precum pooled from her mouth as she choked repeatedly on his thick cock.

“Looks like my good girl is a whore after all, take all of it no complaints.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head as her hot tongue licked on his protruding veins.

She was just so good.

He can hear her subtle moaning and how she’s squirming around and humping against the air. He slowed down allowing her breath to avoid passing out and took in her messy face. His cum leaking from her mouth, her hair stuck to her forehead and drool leaving her lips as she gasps for air while focusing on his cock.

“Did sucking me off make you horny?” He tilted her chin up to him fawning over her nod since he fucked her so good she can’t speak.

“Cmon milk me baby.” She continued bobbing her head against him and licking not caring that he can hear her moans and how much she’s enjoying it.

She took control adjusting her knees before she swirled her tongue the tip and sucked harshly while she fondled with his balls. The sight of her on her knees before him, with a messy face, raspy voice and amazing tongue was enough to tip him off the edge.

“Take all of my cum, fucking take it.” He groaned audibly as he released ropes of warm white cum into her mouth. His moans were angelic as she gracefully had her mouth wide open while he dumped his load inside.

His knees buckled and his breathing was staggered while he watched her accept all of his arousal greedily and swallow it down her throat as if she’s taking juice.

He couldn’t handle it anymore, so he lifted her off the ground and crashed his lips onto hers, tasting his salty cum and her saliva while she wrapped her arms around him and rutted her hips against his bare cock.

“Fuck I’m not sure which is better, my cum leaking from your cunt or mouth.”

“Tastes so good Harry.”

He pinned her against the door as he made out with her for what felt like forever, her lips were already swollen from sucking him and his cock was now erect again from her soft moans and rutting.

“We- should go back.” She mumbled in between kisses making him whine like a little kid.

He looked at the clock indicating that they’ve been gone for thirty minutes and must head back. He began tucking himself inside his briefs before she grabbed his wrists and gave him a devilish smirk.

Her hand trailed down to his shaft that was still leaking a small amount of cum that she swiped on her finger and smeared all over her lips.

“I forgot my lip balm at home.” Harry inhaled a sharp breath at her act and slapped her ass cheeks roughly.

“My fucking minx.”

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Shy Lover

Summary: Harry is the shy boy in school and y/n boyfriend. She gets to know him over the months and see him growing comfortable around her. So comfortable that he’s ready to make love to her for the first time.

Pairing: shy boyfriend!harry x fem!reader

Wordcount: 3,3k

Trigger warnings: soft dom, use of pet names, light teasing, begging, choking, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, mention of handjob, hair pulling, short mention of scars, protective sex, aftercare

A/N: I don’t write much smut, so it isn’t my best, but it’s soft and caring. Please give me some feedback I appreciate it s lot :) I kinda wanna write more about them

For three months she has been Harry y/n boyfriend. She loves to hang out with him. They always study together at her house or they go on walks.

Y/n noticed how shy he is. When they go out to eat dinner he asks if y/n can order for him. Of course, she says yes. She doesn’t want him to get too nervous around strangers. If he does he picks on his painted fingernails. He’s a good boyfriend, the best she ever had.

Harry hides his hands in the sleeves of his oversized sweaters. That’s one thing she loves about her lover.

Y/n liked him for over two years and finally took the courage to ask him out. She noticed over the two years how he blushed when he talked to his friends about something and often he looked at her. When she was with her ex boyfriend he looked sad and his friends tried to cheer him up all the time. He watched her a lot when she was with his ex lover. He couldn’t help it but always had his eyes on her no matter what.

Harry thought y/n is the most beautiful girl in school. She’s smart, soft, beautiful and so talented. She’s good in art class. He loves her sundresses and her big sweaters. He wants to steal one from her.

There is no reason not to have a crush on her.

"H can I braid your hair?" She asks sweetly. Her eyes scan his face and she sees how his cheeks grew red. It’s adorable to see him like this.

"Y-you want to?" He asks her back in a whisper.

"Mhm, you hide that face too often," and before he knew it his whole face was red. "May I?" She pressed her nose in his temple. He nods. She pulls his grey hood down and can’t help it, but look into his forest green eyes.

Y/n wanted to open his grey cardigan. He laid his hand on y/n. "’M only wearing a shirt, I’ll get cold." His voice comes out in a whisper.

"Okay," she kisses his hot cheek. Y/n love doing his hair. When he allows her girlfriend, she makes her boyfriend some pigtails or braids them. Sometimes she uses just some colourful hair clips. On other days he asks for buns with those colourful hair clips. Sometimes the shy boy asks her to make him some pig tails as well. Harry likes them a lot.

He’s too shy to talk to her on some days, that’s the reason why she always plays music. Y/n parents even talked to her about it and told her to have safe sex. Always use protection and that she doesn't have to do anything that makes her uncomfortable or don’t want to do.

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After four months of being Harry’s girlfriend he opens up more. He’s still shy, but it gets better. He kiss y/n soft hair that smells like flowers. He loves smelling her hair or just watching her doing her make-up. He sometimes asks if he can curl her hair and of course she says yes. Harry loves helping her.

Harry brought his girl home one time to show her where her boyfriend lives. "Mom isn’t home don’t worry," he says walking into the kitchen. "Food?" He asks simple, still nervous.

"A yogurt, if I’m allowed to," he nods, taking the yogurt out of the fridge and a spoon with him upstairs.

She looks around watching him change out of his sweater into a long arm shirt. It’s the first time y/n sees how he’s looking under his long clothes. Y/n never really thought about how he looks under his big clothes, maybe a little belly that would be cute. But she never thought he had a trained back.

Y/n unlocked her phone and started to scroll on instagram she doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable by looking. "Are ya still hungry?" Harry turns around and looks up at him and shakes her head.

In school her lover let y/n eat with his friends just for a few days in the week. It makes him really nervous. She sat there and ate with them. Harry picked again on his fingernails, "you don’t have to be nervous," she whispers in his ear before kissing him on his cheek. He gives her a simple smile and tangles their fingers.

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Harry’s hugs are big, warm and comfortable. He was so shy, but grew more comfortable around her and touched her. He wanted to share physical touch with her. Harry hugs her now, touches her arms sometimes or kisses her face. Or talks a lot more than she was used to.

Today is a day where her boyfriend wants her to stay at his house. His sister is at home and Harry had to introduce y/n to Gemma. "Hi, it’s really nice to meet you. Harry mentioned you a lot." He turns shy, again. Gemma hugged her, they talked a lot. The prince stood by the two girls and held y/n hand patiently. Waiting for y/n to come to his room.

When they went into Harry's room he put some music on and asked y/n for pigtails. She did not put two strands in the braids, because it looks cuter.

H almost dropped his phone, when she pressed her soft lips against the delicate skin of his neck. Harry never admitted it, but he loves tiny neck kisses; it was the tingles that ran down his spine. He loved the intimacy of it. A little moan escaped his soft lips.

She was bold for the first time in their relationship. "S-sorry," she whispers and hides in his neck.

Something snapped in Harry’s head. He doesn’t know she feels that way about him. "Don’t hide from me, pretty girl," he turns his body to her. Harry can see how red her cheeks are. Now she knows how he feels around her.

He puts his hand under your chin and gently till’s her head up. "Hi," she smiles.

"Hi," he kisses her forehead. It's strange for her how gentle he holds her face in his big hands. Her eyes are big and glassy. Even with his pig tails he looks dominant. He freed his hair out of the hair ties.

He wraps his fingers with his rings around her throat and squeezes her sides with light pressure. She curls her fingers around his wrist. No one ever choked her. It's new, but it sends a rush through her body. His grip around her throat gets tighter. She can see the pleasure in his eyes just from choking her.

It’s strange to see his dominant side.

"H-harry?" He loses his grip around her throat. He smirks, he grabs her face between his palms to bring her down to his lips, he kisses her softly for the first time. She’s scared to touch him at the moment. The kiss feels so good, but she’s not sure if it’s okay to touch him now.

"Love?" Harry asks.

"Mhm," he chuckles.

"Can I touch you?" His voice is confident. H’s warm hands are smoothing over her hips. She swallows hard, "it’s okay if you don’t want to," he leans in for a second kiss.

"Do you actually like me?" She asks unsure.

"I can’t stop thinking about you for more than two years. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last when I go to sleep. You’re the best that ever happened to me. You help me a lot. I can’t lose you. I need you in my life. I told my mom about you before we even dated." She hugs him tightly, her eyes are teary. He rubs her back.

"You can," she said quietly, "I‘ve done it only once." She’s insecure about it for no reason. She knows he had more girlfriends in the past so he’s more experienced then her. One of his exes is y/n old friend. She was toxic. Y/n was happy to finally leave her behind. She told her how good he is and what they did even though she knew y/n likes him a lot at that time.

"No sex until you are 100 percent sure," he kisses her temple short. But there is another reason why she feels so insecure about it. "There is still something wrong," he murmured. "What is it?"

Her eyes closed, "you were with Lana and she told me so much stuff, what you did to her." Harry softly kissed her forehead, he stroked her knuckles.

"She was my girlfriend, but I never was intimate with her." Y/n eyes open again. Before her, he wasn’t shy. Maybe she used him, there was a rumour that he has scars on his body. She did something to him. She was never really in love with him. After she left him he was shy and insecure. Her boy won’t be the same. She did something he will never be the same.

She changed him.

"Can we wait a little longer?” He nods short.

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Y/n found out after six months that her boyfriend is shy, but loves to take control in the bedroom.

He often finds an excuse why he needs to see her. Is it for homework or a project he wants to help her mostly it ends in a make out session. All he wants is to taste her lips.

He’s adorable.

H is still so shy around her, but he takes control over her, it makes her feel things. She never thought he could be like this. Not the shy boy.

She loves that about him.

Harry takes y/n out to picnic dates, in the summertime. He surprised her with a lot of dates in the past three weeks. They go book shopping or just go for a walk in the park and feed the ducks.

Harry invited y/n over, he’s alone at home for the next couple of days and he wanted to spend some time with her.

Y/n laid on his bed, he watched the pattern’s of her breathing. He tells her things she never heard before. He asked questions to the ceiling and never knew what she was thinking.

But she liked it, he liked her. He thought a lot about it. He laid his hand on her soft skin and started to stroke her inner thigh, teasingly. He saw how y/n breathing picked up. Her gaze stays on the ceiling above her. His fingers outlined her panties.

Harry loves it when it’s summer and y/n wears skirts and her pretty sundresses. Barney Stinson said it’s never too late to wear sundresses.

"Harry," she whines. His lips leave only a chuckle. It’s mean to tease her, but she looks so cute when she squirms under his touch. He can’t help it.

"Mhm, want me to touch you? Eating you out? You would like that, wouldn’t you?" She nods eagerly. "Words, bunny," he orders.

"Please touch me, need your mouth, please," a smirk grows on his lips. He hooks his fingers in her underwear and pulls her white lace panties down and puts them in his jeans pocket.

He settles his body between her legs and presses some light kisses against her skin. His fingers pull her sundress up to her belly. His plump lips suck eagerly purple bruises into her skin. Y/n reached her hand down to tangle her fingers in between his ringlet’s, "so impatient," he shakes his head and leaves a hickey on her hip bone. His tongue starts with slow board licks, y/n tugs on his hair.

"More please," she whines out. He flicks his tongue skillfully over her clit. She remembers that Harry told her to say what she wants. "C-can you maybe—" she got cut off by a moan.

He lifts his head up, "what do you want to tell me," he teased her by kissing, licking and biting her spread thigh.

"Can y-you maybe, um, suck a-and glide up," Harry nods and hums short. He brings his mouth back down to kiss her clit. The vibrations from the hum shoot through her, with the action she asked for making her eyes roll back in pleasure.

He repeated these actions using the tip of his tongue to play with her clit. All her soft whimpers and moans were music to his ears. He pulled her hips closer to his mouth. One of y/n boyfriend's hands slides down from her soft inner thigh to insert two fingers into her pulsing heat. She immediately clenched down on him. "You taste amazing," he murmurs between each stroke.

Y/n can feel how Harry brings her closer to her climax. "F-fuck…" she whimpers into the air. Her grip on his hair gets stronger, she earns a moan from him. Her legs tighten around his head. "I’m— I’m gonna—" a whiny moan comes over her dedicated lips

"Cum for me, bunny," he said out loud. Some seconds later her mouth leaves pornographic sounds. Y/n eyes are pinched and her mouth hangs open. "Good girl," Harry’s favourite sight. "You okay?" She nods. Harry kissed her hard and shoved his tongue in her mouth to let her taste herself.

“Thank you,” she pulls him down on his neck and keeps him close to her body.

“Can I– can I fuck you?” His voice comes out in a whisper.

“Please,” he opened a brown drawer from his nightstand to look for a condom. Y/n lunches inside, she sees some condoms, lube, tissues and chocolate. “Why chocolate?” She giggled.

“’M hungry after, uh, t–touching myself and too lazy to get something,” his whole face turned red and his voice broke at the end of his sentence. If she asks him, if it’s her she thinks about while doing it, he couldn’t answer her. It's too embarrassing for him. He’ll always be the shy boy around her. Obviously it gets better, but there is a part he always stays like this.

“It’s just me,” she spoke softly to him, kissing his cheeks and seeing some of her juices drip down his chin. “No reason to be nervous, you did amazing.”

“Can I stay dressed? I take off m’jeans and boxers, but not more.” He sounds really insecure, y/n don’t want to ask what it is. Why does he feel like this? She doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Of course she accepts him for who he is. She’s in love with him.

She’ll ask him what he has to hide and why he always wears big clothes at some point.

“Can I help?” He murmurs a quiet “yes” She sits up and fumbles with his belt when she finally undid it, he stands up from his bed and pulls his light blue wide jeans down. Her eyes scan his lower half. A long shirt covers his thighs a bit up. It looks out from under his sweater. “You are so pretty,” a shy smile formed on his swollen lips. H, crawled back between y/n legs.

He lets the loose straps from her dress fall down, “no bra, y’know my birthday isn’t anytime soon.” He smirks at chest. He had an obsession with her boobs. He often just grabs them or hides every bra she left at his house, so she never puts one on and Harry just stares at her chest with a shirt on. He loves them.

Y/n dress hung in her middle, Harry’s boxers lay with his jeans on the clean floor. Y/n gave him a lot of handjobs. But they are both horny teenagers. Knowing he will be inside her is intimidating for her. He’s not small.

He tugs a few times on his cock. “You sure about it?” She whispers a “yes” and takes his soft hand in hers. Y/n have seen him a few times but only a amount of times she can count it on her two hands. He opens the condom and rolls it carefully up. Y/n watched him, his pink tongue always pokes out when he concentrates. “We can stop whenever you want,” he pressed a kiss on her forehead. He grabs the bottle of lube, puts some on his hand and spreads it on the condom.

Her lover noticed how her face scrunched up in pain and he stopped. "Bunny? You alright? Do you want to stop?" He whispers in worry, stroking her cheek softly.

“No you’re just massive.”

“Oh bunny, you never had a cock this big?” She shakes her head, “’M sorry that it hurts.” He pouts and tangles their fingers. “I know you can be a good girl and take it.” His thrusts are slow and gentle. He doesn’t want to hurt her. He wraps her legs around his waist. His shirt and sweater are ridged up. She looks at his beautiful, soft and innocent skin.

The sunlight was bleeding through his curtains. Some whines and moans escaped both of their lips. He kept the pace filling her up to the brim, pleasure filled both of their systems. Harry peppers kisses around her chest, kitten licks her breast. He teasingly took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked lightly. Each time he did that she moaned. “You are so handsome,” her fingers go through his damp hair.

She wraps her legs tighter around his waist and pulls him in deeper with a soft moan. “You are doing great, angel.” His hand holding her face tilted her up with tenderness, kissing her swollen lips as he ground his hips deeper into her due the new angle.

She stroked his cheekbone, her orgasm came over her. She whines and moans into his mouth and Harry is close too. He can feel his balls tightening, heavy and waiting. Two more thrusts and he shoots his load into the condom. His head drops to y/n shoulder as he rides his orgasm out.

He stayed for a short moment inside her, “Aww, did I wear you out, love?” She nods lightly and covers her chest up, he then pulls out of her. He throws the condom into the bin and returns with a warm washcloth and wipes the mess between her legs, clean.

Harry helps her to put on some of his boxers and slides the dress down from her middle. He puts a shirt over her body, “I am officially obsessed with your body.” She hasn't seen his body completely yet but she knows it makes him feel good about himself.

“Hungry?” He asks her while pressing soft kisses against her forehead and cheeks.

“Can we eat some chicken nuggets?” She kisses all over his face, brings him down on his neck holding him close. Y/n don’t want him to leave her for bringing food. She knows it’s important for him to take proper care of her.

“I must say I’m the slightest bit offended that we just had the hottest sex ever and you’re thinking about chicken nuggets,” he chuckles and sees the biggest smile on her plump ips. He went downstairs, put some dinosaur nuggets into the oven. When he comes back he sees y/n snuggled up in his bed with his teddy in her arms. “Love, I have your nuggets,” she opens her eyes, lazily grabs the water glass and drinks it. She eats a nugget. Harry ate some as well.

She kisses his chest and murmurs, "you are the best boyfriend ever,” before drifting off to sleep in his arms.

He whispers in her hair, “I love you,” but she didn’t hear it. She’s asleep. “You’re the best that ever happened to me.” He pulls her closer to his chest and kisses her forehead one last time before he falls asleep as well.

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mulledcherrywine · 1 year

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vanilla and lavender

summary: staying over at Harry’s for the first time

boyfriend!harry x y/n

a/n: I saw a tweet the other day that said Harry probably has a lavender diffuser to sleep with and like a super cozy sleep environment so I was inspired - creds to them !

“H?” you murmured, already tucked under the fluffy white duvet. His room was incredibly clean, the perfect temperature and quite possibly the most homey room you’d even been in.

After you’d just gotten tucked in, Harry had seemingly vanished. The space next to you was completely empty.

“Hang on,” he said cheerily, “just have t’do this”

You flipped yourself around, seeing his tall figure bent over the window sill, blue outside light creating his black shadow.

He was leaning over a small white orb-shaped thing. It looked like the top of a lamp, but clearly had something inside it.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, eyes nearly closed.

“You’ll see”

You groaned playfully, lying back again. You’d expected for your first time actually sleeping over and staying the full night he’d be all over getting to bed with you and cozying up. But here he was, tinkering with some thing on his window sill.

“And done!” he said, stepping over to the bed with you. A small stack of what looked like steam piped up from where he just was. It was a diffuser.

Then, lush lavender and vanilla swelled around the room.

The mattress dipped as Harry got in, wrapping his arms around your waist - fully encapsulating you in his frame.

“Is it nice?” he said softly, “the scents n’everything? tried to make it calming and that thing always helps me when m’anxious and stuff”

You smiled softly, “it’s perfect.”

He tightened his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“M’glad you’re here”

“Me too”

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harrysolaf · 4 months

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Work over love

It was a typical Friday night and Harry Styles and his long-time girlfriend, (Y/N), were both stuck at work with deadlines looming. Harry was in the studio, putting the final touches on his latest album, while (Y/N) was at her office, trying to finish up a major project. They both knew it was going to be a late night, but they were determined to get their work done.

As the hours passed, Harry and (Y/N) exchanged a few text messages, checking in on each other and offering words of encouragement. But as the clock ticked closer to midnight, the stress of the night began to take its toll on them both. (Y/N) was feeling overwhelmed and exhausted, and Harry was feeling the pressure to deliver his best work.

When Harry finally finished up at the studio, it was well past midnight, and he texted (Y/N) to see if she wanted him to pick her up from the office. But to his surprise, (Y/N) responded that she was too busy to talk and that she would just take a cab home. Harry felt a pang of disappointment and frustration, knowing that they both needed each other's support during this difficult time.

When (Y/N) finally arrived home, she was met with a tired and irritable Harry. They got into a heated argument about their lack of communication and support for each other, with both of them feeling unappreciated and neglected. In the heat of the moment, hurtful words were exchanged, and before they knew it, they had called it quits.

The next morning, both Harry and (Y/N) woke up with a heavy heart, regretting the harsh words they had said to each other. They realized that the stress of their work had caused them to lash out at each other, and they both wished they could take back the things they had said.

After a few days of reflection, Harry and (Y/N) finally sat down to talk things through. They apologized for their actions and expressed their love and support for each other. They both vowed to prioritize their relationship and to communicate better, especially during times of stress.

In the end, their late-night work session had brought them to the brink of a breakup, but in the end, it only made their love and commitment to each other stronger than ever.

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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Fic Recs

Hi friends, I've never made a fic rec list before so I figured better late than never! These are some of my favorite things that I've ever read or am reading on here, I hope you guys find some stuff you like as well!

PSA: If you read a story & it's not your cup of tea spare the authors any hate and keep the negativity to yourself 🤫

**Lupus Noctis by @avocadoguru (🌎✨)

** Rich by @lukesaprince (🌎)

** Carolina by @harrysonlylover (🌎)

**^ Tales From a Modern Incubus by @gurugirl (🌎✨🌈 )

** Plug Harry by @harryfeatgaga (🌎)

** Stepdad Harry by @gurugirl (🌎)

**Tanktop Harry by @shroombloomm (🌎)

** ^ In My Feelings by @harrystylescherry

MORE TO COME SOON! There's tons of stuff in my "likes", I just need to dig through it all:)

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gucciwins · 3 months

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flirty 30

a/n: happy birthday harry! celebrating his birthday every year is always fun. I saw someone say that harry’s probably receiving a lot of sweet and kind messages because he’s so loved and I had this idea I needed to share. I hope you enjoy!!!!!!

warning: angst, mentions about restraining order, abusive relationship

Y/N☀️

Happy Birthdayyyyyy!!!! You deserve for all your wishes to come true! Hope your 30’s start off flirty!

Ten seconds later, a second text came in.

Y/N☀️

Maybe you think it’s out of the blue, but you’ve been on my mind (always are), and I hope you know, even if we don’t talk. I always hold you close in my heart.

You deserve the world. I hope you never forget that because you gave me kindness when I thought there was none left. You gave me so much love and support. I couldn’t see my life without you—I still can’t.

Whether you’re in my life physically or not, you will always be important to me.

I love you, Harry. Happy Birthday!

Harry stared at his phone, his eyes filling with tears as he read the message a second and third time. By the time he was starting the message, a fourth time, tears were running down his face.

Y/N had been his rock. Someone he confided in, someone he could never go a day without talking to, and then suddenly she was gone.

He had closed himself off from her because he didn’t want to see someone else making her happy. His current girlfriend at the time hated how much attention he gave to Y/N but Y/N was like sunshine to him. She shone brightly, and he needed to be in her path to receive warmth.

Harry had listened to his ex-girlfriend, and before he could even realize his once bright circle of friends had turned dull and revolved around people he didn’t know. It also hurt him to see Y/N didn’t fight to stay in his life because Harry knew if she said anything, anything at all, about their growing distance, he would have fixed it.

Now he sits in the morning hours of his birthday, staring at his phone, not sure how to respond. His initial thought was to invite her over and share breakfast with Y/N, but he has morning plans with his Mum and sister.

Harry doesn’t want to leave her on read. He would hate for Y/N, believe he didn’t care, that he opened the message and had no effect on him.

Gemma

Birthday boy! Change of plans, we’re bringing breakfast to you. Mum doesn’t want to be out on your big day.

Harry

Come right in. I’ll be here.

He sighed in relief. Gemma would know what to do. He’d ask her how to reply to Y/N. Gemma loved Y/N more than him, something she reminded him of plenty.

While Harry was preparing the table with plates and glasses. He heard a knock on the door. Harry frowned because he told them to come in. Gemma never liked to knock said it was her right as a sister to barge in.

He swung his door open, but instead of coming in contact with familiar faces, there was a large bouquet. It was clear someone was holding it, but it was hiding them. Harry looked at the hands wrapped around the bouquet and spotted a familiar Aquarius ring on the person’s index finger.

“Y/N,” he breathed out.

Harry reached for the flowers, needing to see her. The bouquet fell to his side when Y/N came into view.

She was beautiful.

Harry missed her warmth.

“Happy Birthday, Harry!” She greeted.

In the next instant, Harry wrapped her in his arms. He breathed her in, and a significant weight removed itself from his chest as if his heart was saying finally, we’re okay. Harry tried his best to hold back his tears but after months of not having her in his life and the fear that she might never return, there was no way to control it.

“Poppet, don’t cry.” Y/N squeezed him tighter. “Are you upset I’m here?”

“Crist, no. This is the best thing to happen,” he assured her.

“Am I aloud in?”

Harry laughed, “I’m sorry, yes.”

He broke their hug but did not stop touching Y/N. Harry guided her in with a hand on her back. “Shit, Mum, and Gemma are coming,” he laughs. “They’re going to be so excited to see you.”

Y/N tries her best to hide her smile but fails miserably. He can see right through her. “Are you the change of plans?”

She nods, “Gemma helped orchestrate. Said we were too old to be mopey and stuck with our heads in our ass. On the other hand, Anne promised to come by for lunch.”

“Sounds like them.”

Harry sets the large bouquet in a vase. He runs his fingers through the purple tulips. He once shared how they were his favorite, and Y/N seemed to be the only one to remember.

“Do you want breakfast?”

“Do you want to talk?”

It seemed they both spoke at the same time. While Harry was hungry, he knew a lot was hanging in the air.

“Let’s talk,” he gestures for her to follow him to the patio.

Y/N loved being out here. He has so much greenery and the plants he’s accumulated. You can see all the love built into the house. Y/N missed their summer night talks where they’d be out here for hours, sometimes long after the sun came up.

Once they settled down, Harry dropped a blanket over Y/N because he knew she ran cold. He sits next to her, leaving a small space that never existed before what happened to them.

Y/N played with the threads of the blanket, letting out a deep breath. “I guess I’ll start.” She looked up and found Harry giving her an encouraging smile. “After your fall out with Dean, things got bad.” Y/N spits out. “He—fuck, I was so confused. You wouldn’t tell me what you argued about, and Dean swore you egged him on. I knew it wasn’t true, but I was so confused, and you wouldn’t talk to me. He—Dean broke my phone. He’d follow me to work, call every ten minutes, and be outside to pick me up.” Harry felt sick hearing this. “Dad helped me get a restraining order. I moved apartments. I asked for a transfer at work. Everyone was very supportive, but every time I called you. There was no answer. It was endless voicemails. I was tired of trying,” Y/N sighed. “Therapy has been helpful, but ultimately everything was fucked. I even started therapy, for fucks sake.”

“Y/N,” he hooved his hand over her knee, waiting for her cue. After a slight nod, he placed it on top of her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you went through that. It feels like my fault, but I’m glad you had help. I’m glad you asked for help.”

Y/N lets her tears fall. “I was fucking scared. I wished you were there.”

Harry couldn’t stop himself from pulling her into his lap. He hated to see her cry. He hated being one of the reasons she was hurt. Harry wanted to take away all her hurt.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now,” he promised. “Never going anywhere again.”

Harry held Y/N close, letting her take her time to cry it out. He’s not sure how long Y/N cried until she spoke up. “I swear I’m doing better.”

He shakes his head, “I believe you.”

Y/N settles down but makes no move to get off Harry. He quite likes her here. Harry also knows it’s his turn.

“Simone broke me down. She found out every insecurity and brought it up every chance. It was me laughing. She said it was obnoxious. My clothes were too much, I was begging for attention. My family came over too much. You made her upset. You brought me so much happiness and everything. You were both in the same room, and she realized my attention went to you. Simone pieced something together much quicker than we did, and she managed to break it.” Harry pauses to press a kiss to the top of Y/N’s head. “I know it’s not entirely her fault. I let myself believe everything she told me. I knew they weren’t true, but when your friends stop coming or stop calling, you begin to think maybe she’s right.”

Y/N nuzzles herself closer as if she can’t believe his words.

“I had broken up with Simone, but she wouldn’t leave me alone. Gemma had finally had enough and told her she needed to stop or we’d be going to the press.” Harry winced. “I know she’d never do that to me, but it scared Simone. Haven’t seen her since. Not that I would. We got a restraining order.” He trailed off, glad to get that off his chest.

Y/N giggled. “What couple of best friends. We don’t need matching tattoos, just restraining orders.”

Harry laughed so hard he almost dropped Y/N. To secure herself, she wrapped her hands around his neck. He looked into her eyes and saw his whole future in them.

Two dumb best friends who finally opened their eyes.

“20’s fucking sucked then,” Harry complained.

“Not all of them,” Y/N reminds him. “I’m still 27.”

She had a few more years to enjoy.

“Let’s make the most of your final year before you become old like me,” he teased.

Y/N poked his stomach. “Stop, you’re fine.”

Harry knew he had to tell her. There was no point in keeping it in. She needed to know.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you more every single day.” Y/N presses herself closer. “You’re my best friend. You’re the reason the sun shines brighter every day. I’m a fool without you.” Harry smiles when Y/N places her hands on his cheek. “I am in love with you. You’re the reason I get up every day. My reason to smile. The love of my life.”

Y/N leans forward and kisses him. Harry feels his heart stop, but he kisses her back, pulling her closer. This is Y/N, his best friend. He had waited years for this moment. For years, he thought he’d never get to love or kiss her, but he is sharing the best kiss of his life on his birthday.

He feels all the yearning leave his body and instead feels all her love pouring into him. Harry knew this kiss would change everything for the better.

Y/N pulled away, her lips curled in a smile. “I love you, Harry. I love you today. I love you tomorrow. I will love you in every single universe we find ourselves in.”

Harry kisses her again. It’s the best day of his life. He has an entire life with Y/N to look forward to.

Y/n pulls away. “Happy Birthday, Harry.”

The happiest birthday, indeed.

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hlplease · 7 months

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to all the new followers from ao3, thanks for supporting my work!! 🫶

the two main fics I’m working on are hit the pedal, heavy metal and broken rings and butterfly wings! However, here’s a more comprehensive list of my recent updates and what is being written right now.

☆ hit the pedal, heavy metal will be updated weekly, on saturdays. chapters are usually 5k - 8k. last update: 09/16/23

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eddiesblklvr · 2 years

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𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗞𝗬𝗘’𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!

* = NEWEST | ☀︎︎ = FLUFF | ☽ = ANGST

UPDATED: JULY 10, 2022

SKYE’S GUIDE. | REQUESTS

SERIES.

COMING SOON!

ONE SHOTS.

☀︎︎☽ defensive - you defend yourself against a “fan”, harry’s there to calm you down (boyfriend!famous!harry x fem!reader)

☽ not ready yet - she’s pregnant, but he doesn’t know if he’s ready yet (boyfriend!harry x black!fem!reader)

☽ one last time - paula just wants to love him one last time before the thinks she had to let him go (college!harry styles x blackwoman!oc)

BLURBS.

☀︎︎ out in the open - you’re in love and everyone knows it (boyfriend!famous!harry styles x reader)

TROPES.

☀︎︎ NOTHING BUT LOVE | the life of neveah and harry (boyfriend!harry styles x blackwoman!oc)

HEAD CANNONS.

COMING SOON!

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hoodharlow · 5 months

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bae do you have any good fics you’ve read that you suggest? idc what fandom it is 😭

if you're into tom holland @ifortom just started a new series. @wazzupmrstark has an on going series that i've been following for a while

@atlafan has some great harry fics if you're into harry styles

there's @glitter-vamp who writes for joe

and of course my jack mutuals. i'm gonna post my fic rec tags so you can go through them

#tom fic rec #tom holland fic rec #harry fic rec #jb fic rec #jack fic rec

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harrysonlylover · 1 year

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Pride & Prejudice or (Mechanic Harry Part 4)

Summary: Your relationship with the Mechanic in town seems to flourish as you spend more time working for him. Except that you both begin to cross friendship lines whether intentional or not.

WC: 10.4k

A/n: So sorry that part 4 took this long, i hope that didn’t discourage you from reading :( enjoy lovies🫶🏻

Mechanic H Series

Today is a good day.

The sun is golden, the trees in the field are dancing and bunny is hopping around the strawberries Harry planted. Some bluebirds flew around the house and landed on the kitchen window, aiding the tune being played on the yellow scratchy vinyl.

Rays of sunshine snuck in and painted the house with a warm ambiance that Harry could never give up, even Snowy expressed his love by sleeping under the sun.

Unfortunately Harry was unable to ignore the real sun that was missing, he felt his stomach drop when he realized that you already left. He cursed his drowsy state, knowing that he never sleeps in this late. If only he woke up half an hour earlier…

His pondering last night concerning what to cook you for breakfast is now long gone, but as far as he remembers he had decided on strawberry pancakes.

‘Sparks’ by Coldplay was his to-go song in the mornings, he needed something calm to soothe him after a full night’s sleep. But now the lyric ‘Did I drive you away’ is not something he wishes to hear, so he turns it off as the two bluebirds take over the singing.

Instead he plays ‘Je te laisserai des mots’ , it is more suitable for his window friends anyways.

He made himself a quick breakfast filled with protein ( which is sacred to him so he can have energy all day). Snow Bun had some rabbit food, with a chopped strawberry that he devoured first, he needs fuel to play all day too.

Harry trained Snowy when he was a baby , it was harder than dealing with a cat or dog even, yet not impossible. As far as he knows there isn’t much danger in the wide field but he installed a wooden barrier so Bun doesn’t go far away or loses his way.

He also makes sure to inspect the field during his morning run for anything that could be hazardous to the little bun, if he doesn’t have time then he’ll set him up a play area in the house.

Today was perfect for a morning run, so he enjoyed one, breathing in the pure air with his headphones in. The clock was nearing eight in the morning so he dressed up in his denim Levi’s , a custom Gucci shirt with a grumpy bear on it gifted to him by his childhood friend (apparently, he thinks that the bear is an imitation of Harry).

He was almost done with Meena yesterday before what went down between the two of you , he decided to leave it for later during the day, he has a good number of Jeeps to fix.

11 AM.

11:30 AM.

12:00 PM.

Harry kept checking the clock anxiously, perhaps it’s broken and he forgot to fix it? Old clocks need delicate care and recently he’s had his head in the gutter. His phone’s clock confirmed that it is indeed 12 PM, and you are still nowhere to be seen.

You took good care of the garage, helped him quite well and took appointments, yet Harry had a thing for being organized, and you didn’t…

It’s not like you turned the place upside down, but you liked having things close around you instead of organizing them, so his lost crawler (that he later found near broken scooters after he texted you) was stressing him out, and it reminded him of your presence , how you put the item somewhere else even after he tells you where to exactly put it.

His top-secret oil (a mix of oil his chemist friend made and some imported oil from the Middle East) getting lost was his last strike, even though it was your mess that got him startled and disturbed but he does not know yet that he unconsciously cares more about your presence than the items.

He cannot understand for the life of him why you thought you were fired, he never even implied it. What did your anxious little brain tell you?

He knows how anxiety can be, he’s not immune to it, but he can’t help his attitude , it’s how he acts around everyone. Harry was checking the coolant of a Range Rover when he heard the wheels of your bike; he abruptly straightened his posture , watching you attentively as you parked in front of his shop.

Your eyes were fixed on ‘Pride & Prejudice’ as you sat in your regular chair, it’s been like this for fifteen minutes. Uncle George interrupted before you could say hello to Harry. He was a nice old man and you could see how much he means to Harry.

He came for the clock necklace and patted Harry’s back, you can’t exactly point out their conversation but it is quite evident how grateful he is for Harry’s help.

You dug your eyes back into the book, allowing yourself to get lost in Jane Austen’s world. Harry’s presence was smooth, almost unnoticeable but never invisible.

“So what’s that book you’re reading?” He muttered suddenly catching you off guard. You’re not sure how much time has passed since George left. Getting distracted in books is easy.

“Pride And Prejudice”.

“Isn’t it about that guy that hates her but later becomes whipped?”

You let out a loud laugh at his own idea of the book, it was somewhat true. It’s just weird to hear him say it.

“Yes Mr.Darcy, it’s a bit complicated I believe that he might have liked her from the beginning, but was afraid of something, I’m not sure but men hide behind their emotions.” You were fiddling with the cover of the book not even aware that both of you are no longer speaking about the book.

“It’s just my opinion but guys always take longer to figure out things, because he really had no reason to be grumpy and mean.” You were speaking rapidly and curiously, as if you were alone in a room, nonchalantly criticizing one of the best classics.

Harry was a bit too silent, his legs spread as he sat in a car, checking its speedometer while he listened to you. A while ago you might have cared about him being calm and unresponsive but now the words rush out from your mouth without even thinking , you’re not sure what shifted but it’s nice, really nice.

You reached the part where Jane got sick and Elizabeth went after her, it was one of your favorite scenes but your reading got interrupted with a shadow blocking the light in front of you.

“Has anyone ever told you that your communication is pretty shit for a social worker?” Harry’s body towered over your resting figure, a thin layer of sweat adorning his face.

“I— what?”

“You didn’t talk about yesterday, nor why you skipped work today. You just immediately sat down with your bloody book” He wasn’t shouting loudly but his tone changed, and he was visibly upset.

“Please don’t shout.” You replied in a calmer voice and placed your book inside your bag.

“I didn’t mean it.” He scoffed and took a few steps back with his gaze fixed on your now disturbed expression.

“Why’d you leave in the morning.” He leaned against the car and spoke in a manner so calm that you barely even heard him.

“I just didn’t want to bother you.” Again you noticed that he doesn’t have music on.

“I don’t understand.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes before swiping his hand through his hair.

“Well my presence at the race was rude and then you welcomed me into your home, I felt like I was intruding and being a burden.” You managed to speak as you fiddled with your bracelet.

You didn’t want to confess anything to him or anyone for that matter but especially him. Maybe he’ll think you’re an idiot who overthinks every word spoken or why the wind blew in that direction so instead of bothering anyone, deducing outcomes was easier.

“It’s fine, we’re good. We were both in the wrong and don’t worry about it anymore. My home is not the white house, you can come anytime…” His soft face stared back at you as he hesitated his choice of words.

“…. For Snow Bun of course.” He cleared his throat and awkwardly scratched his head.

“Yes, he is very adorable.”

Even after being vulnerable and speaking out, the atmosphere was still nice perhaps even better. You were not one to communicate and Harry was an argumentative person, an outsider would gape their mouth at your attitude but for now Harry moved around the garage and played David Bowie, and you silently hummed as you arranged the appointments. He managed to sneak the fallen pots inside before you arrived, but it was of no use, you already saw them. And so it goes whatever he hides, you will see.

“Heyy I found my top secret oil!” Harry screamed from inside over the sound of music. He popped his head out a few moments later showing you the oil bottle.

“Did you put it in the refrigerator?” He furrowed his eyebrows inspecting the bottle from all sides while realization struck you as your face turned tomato red.

“I’m sorry! I thought it was Pomegranate molasses.” You cupped your hand over your mouth feeling your heart beat rapidly.

You expected a scolding, perhaps forcing you to pay for it or just grumpy Harry attitude but instead you were met with a toothy grin as his head fell backward before he placed his palm over his eyes and let out the most beautiful laugh you have ever heard.

Harry held back his laughter for the rest of the day and gave in every time he looked at your pout. In your defense, you really thought it was molasses, you apologized repeatedly but he wasn’t really listening, stuck in a laughter daze.

When a customer came to pick up his car and inquired if Harry changed the oil, he looked at you and laughed as you organized his tools, but the customer got rude and Harry didn’t take it well.

”Are you laughing at me?” He tried to appear intimidating but failed to do so as Harry straightened his posture, and crossed his arms against his chest, allowing his biceps to flex almost immediately.

“The fuck is your issue dick? Do you see me laughing for you? Piss off from here.” He sneered at him before throwing the car keys at him.

The man grumbled something under his breath, and picked up his keys off the ground as he continuously cursed Harry who was changing the song choice to 1975 and couldn’t care less.

“What was the man shouting for? Did I mess up his appointment?” You asked him timidly after hearing the man shout loudly.

Harry gazed at you with a troubled look, wincing slightly as he noticed your eager expression, were you waiting for him to shout at you? He regrets not beating up the guy.

“Just men being men don’t worry yeah?”. You nodded at his words and took your usual seat watching him continue to work as you unwrapped your turkey sandwich.

He bopped his head to the ‘The Adults Are Talking’ by ‘The Strokes’ as he took off his rings and placed the leather gloves on his soft hands, they were pretty clean and delicate for a mechanic. This time he allowed his curls to shade his face, not paying attention to his hair clip. Due to the scorching heat, he took off his shirt (which you really liked) and placed it neatly aside where it wouldn’t stain.

The sight of his muscles was something you could never get over; he had phenomenal beauty and you read about Greek gods before but you’re not sure they can compare. Soft waist, artistic tattoos, delicate hip bone, dainty pearl necklace, prominent veins.

His anatomy was graceful like a fallen angel.

You had forgotten to eat breakfast this morning, and when Harry texted you asking to come, you freaked out and packed your sandwich instead of having it. It was your special recipe and the to go lunch sandwich, you were ready to devour it when you glanced at Harry and saw him gazing with a frown on his face making you feel like the worst person on the whole planet.

In a matter of seconds you had the sandwich split into two, leaving a half on the table in front of you and approached Harry who now was even more grumpy, as you stretched your hand to offer him the bigger half.

“Sorry for my bad manners, I should’ve asked, would you like to eat some of my Turkey sandwich?” His face softened a bit at your expression but switched back to his usual tense demeanor quickly.

“Thank you no, I was actually wondering about something else.” The toothpick in his mouth did not stop him from speaking, as he leaned his back against the car, planting his foot firmly against the gravel. His position made his midsection stretch and bend and his V line was getting recognition, you hoped he linked your drool to the sandwich.

“Which is? Do I have something to do before eating? Did you stop lunch breaks?”

Every time you spoke, a little feeling inside Harry sparked, this tiny feeling confirmed his thoughts time and time again. He has to shake himself whether mentally or physically and shut down his urges which most of the time include opening his notebook.

“I guess why you’re eating a sandwich. Does it fulfill you?”

The thing about Harry is that it’s very hard to read him sometimes, is it confusion or curiosity, fondness or kindness. Right now it was a mixture of both wonder and something that you can’t quite catch yet.

“I mean I think so. You don’t want to try it?” Your pout told him all he needed to know, if he didn’t take the sandwich from you, you’d probably think about it for days but right now Harry had something else on his mind.

“Can you stay here for a bit? Don’t go after me and don’t eat the sandwich” He ordered with a stern look before throwing his tooth pick in the garbage , closing the hood of the car and going inside the store.

You were not exactly sure how to feel, you don’t even know what he went to do, maybe he felt guilty or shy from your food offer. Either way you are really hungry and you wouldn’t mind sharing food with him so where did he disappear?

Harry has never cooked for someone else in his life until you.

He can’t really recall what led him here, or why he’s cooking meat right now and boiling pasta. His chef techniques were meant to be reserved only for him and Snow . His legs did lead him here and his hands keep chopping the vegetables without a direct order. Lately his nervous system seemed to be betraying him, acting upon some certain actions that make him beyond confused.

Maybe if he had an explanation after it was done, it would’ve put him at ease, except that he doesn’t. He likes to be direct and see immediately through people, and that was the problem with you, he was seeing too much.

Why did it matter if the pasta’s boiling was medium or fully cooked or if the change in spices was necessary? He could not for the life of him understand many things.

Maybe Snow Bun can help.

Harry has been inside his garage for the past 35 minutes, at first you were worried and he had asked of you to not follow him, so you respected his boundaries.

Your worry slowly fled away when you smelled it, the scent of tomato sauce and the unmistakable scent of meat, you assumed that your mind was playing tricks on you and it was your hunger that made you imagine things.

But as more time passed you knew that you were not a lunatic and that Harry really is cooking. So you were right then, maybe he was making food because he got hungry and refused to take your food. In moments like these you could see that Harry is just a tender boy at heart, in your opinion everyone is.

We get mistreated a lot that we lose sense of who we are, but the real and soft version of us, the one touched by angels and untouched by demons remains hidden and comes out discreetly but in the most beautiful ways one could imagine. It was kind of your favorite hobby, to see when it shows up , but to get to observe it, you have to know one’s weakness at first then watch them do the exact opposite.

With Harry it’s taking you more time to observe, tender things need more patience.

You got excited at the idea of Harry eating with you, you were used to eating alone, as the only person close to a friend you had was Kitty and maybe Harry but you don’t want to put your hopes up.

You were wrapping up the sandwich again so that it stays edible, before Harry walked out with two plates in his hand, he was still shirtless and the heat from the oven reflected on his sweaty body, he had a chef’s bonnet to avoid getting his hair in the food and the sight of him strolling lazily with his jeans low on his waist and holding food that he made was a sight that will be engraved in your mind for a long time.

He balanced the two plates in one hand effortlessly, and grabbed a chair nearby fixing it next to yours as he set the food in front of you which you figured out is a Tagliatelle alla Bolognese.

“Fancy some pasta?”

Lunch with Harry was nice. He seemed flustered and you’re not sure why, so to save him the embarrassment you opened up a chat about Snow Bun who is probably trying to pluck the strawberries from the garden as you spoke.

You insisted that Harry tastes your sandwich and despite his chef like standards he approved of your recipe but continued to flaunt that his culinary abilities are better.

“My sandwich deserves a Michelin!”

“Excuse you? People would die to have my pasta woman!” He scoffed and chewed with his Bunny teeth that he probably stole from Snow.

He took the plates inside and fumbled around for a certain product then remembered immediately that he ran out of it. You went on a quick walk and bought some of the missing essentials for the shop, and you bumped into Uncle George , who you approached to greet.

“Hello Uncle George, How are you? Can I help with anything?” You offered a sweet smile in case he needed it today.

“Oh bless you child I am well, thank you I’m only grabbing a bouquet of flowers.”

“Ohhh, is it for your wife?” You blushed at the thought of your future partner buying you flowers at an old age. Uncle George is a very sweet man, no wonder Harry is close with him.

“Yes darling it is, she loves yellow tulips.” He pointed at the bouquet he’s holding with an enthusiastic smile.

“Oh that’s so nice I hope she likes them. Have a nice day.”

“Same for you kid, same for you.” You bid him goodbye with another smile and walked away before hearing him again.

“I can see his through his eyes now.”

You turned around to see that he did not repeat his words and apparently not address you even, when he looked back he waved again at you and you returned it with a confused look.

Upon your return, Harry was cursing under his breath in a grumpy state, the music was low and he was standing over an open hood with his fingers examining his puckered lips. He asked for the bottle of brake fluid as you organized the other things you bought in their designated places.

“Can you come over here” He asked a few minutes later.

You found him holding up the hood of the car with his two hands and you can see how his biceps are clenching as his hand fought against the weight of the hood despite holding it like it weighs nothing.

“The hood is broken and I need to fix something else, It won’t balance on the stick, can you please hold it while I check something?” You nodded and took over the hood part , and quickly felt its weight. Damn him and his muscles.

He easily managed to pull heavy parts and put them back, he was really good at his job and no one could deny it. You helped him and handed him over some of his kit as he worked out the trouble.

“The coolant is supposed to have a sweet smell, yet it smells weird and there are no signs of any leak. Flashlight please?” He asked without turning to you but when you didn’t respond for a good while he angled his head towards you.

Your hair was long and straightened and it was getting in the way of your vision since you were bent down, you did not want to tell Harry, afraid that it would seem unprofessional of you.

You were struggling to hold the hood, and the flashlight was farther than all the other tools, when you tried to reach it your back cramped from the weight of the hood and your hair completely clouded your vision.

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry it’s my hair. I can’t see.” You winced as you felt useless despite it being the first time he actually asked of you to help yet you were not able to provide it.

“It’s okay you can sit down I’ll handle it.” He replied without glancing at you.

“But I can help—“

“Just sit there, it’s fine.” You nodded and felt the sadness creep into you despite him not being mean, but you really wanted to help.

He’s already paying you way too much to just take appointments and buy new oil. Your body slumped against the barstool and your lips formed a pout as you glanced at the now neglected car, you were making a great team.

“M’gonna need you to stay still for a while.” He came behind you abruptly and swiped his hand through your hair.

His hands were soft even though he spent all day ruining his skin layer with work, you can feel the lotion he just used at the back of your neck. His rings sent a shiver up your spine, as his hand discovered your skin, it was silly to feel that way, so giddy for his touch but you couldn’t really help it.

You’re very shy by nature, and in situations like this you pry from ruining the mood and asking what the other person is planning to do. Even Harry seemed to take a long time to make his next move, his hands kept swiping through your hair tenderly, as his fingers went in and out from your hair strands.

He divided your hair into three divisions, and gently began bringing them together, the first with the second, then with the third and so on. Your heart was drumming against your ribcage, even more so when you realized that Harry was braiding your hair.

You soaked the moment in as much as you could, his knuckles were grazing your back and his touch made you want to crawl in his lap and hug him. Perhaps you were touch deprived or he was just very huggable. Not to mention that you love physical touch, so his hand at your skin caressing sensitive spots along with the soft breeze that’s helping Harry, made you want to giggle and squirm beneath him.

“No one has ever braided my hair.” You blurted out quickly before biting at your inner cheeks. Whenever someone was nice to you, you’d unconsciously share personal things, but again not only is Harry physically near you, but he seemed like the type of person you can feel comfortable around. Not because he wouldn’t object or make snarky comments like other men. Harry was just not judgmental.

Despite all his grumpiness, occasionally rude attitude and short temper, Harry was so soft deep down. You’ve barely known him for two weeks yet but your experience as a social worker aided you in identifying people and uncovering their mask. After all, Harry was a safe bubble, along with Snow Bun, his hydrangeas and yellow house. It is nothing but a courageous attempt at protecting his peace.

“Why? You have nice hair.” He mumbled the last sentence rather faster and quieter as if he didn’t want you to hear it. He even let out a huff as if he couldn’t believe you.

“The girls used to say that my hair is ugly and weird, and that I don’t look like Princesses.” You felt your cheeks burn at the memory, your childhood wasn’t the best, especially when you had to grow up with these said girls.

Harry glanced down at your locks between his hands, they were so pretty that he had to restrain himself from playing with them all day , they smell like strawberries too and he could swear you look like Rapunzel under the sun. Why were people mean?

“I don’t know, sounds like bullshit to me.” He shrugged his shoulders and cleared his throat as an attempt to keep his rough demeanor on.

You didn’t wish to recall these days so you focused on the feeling of his hands again, the wind around you and how the soft tug at your strands was almost like a scratch and made you feel sleepy but safe.

His fingers parted your hair but only for a few seconds, before he added the final touches, and secured the end of the braid with a hair tie. He continued to place inside it something that made your eyebrows furrow, you couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, but you had a feeling it looked nice.

“Okay, now you can help me. The car is waiting.” He strolled to the car without any other words and pretended to continue his work, but not forgetting to give a side glance and watch you look at the mirror and at the blue hydrangea petals he placed in between your hair .

Ever since you arrived at this town, you experienced some harsh incidents that can be considered as ‘bad luck’. First, the landlord wanted to charge you double that of other apartments, until he changed his mind and lowered the price thankfully. Then the town was caught in a huge storm, making all shops close down so you couldn’t visit the grocery store and spent two days eating ramen.

Your job is a whole other story, quitting it allowed you to see things from a clearer point of view and learn from your mistakes. Harry’s advice served you good since if not for him you would be deep down a hole of troubles.

Losing your car was the most damaging, it was the only piece you had from your grandfather, also your first car and held many memories over the years. To see it every day in Harry’s garage made your heart clutch, but you know that you would never give up on it, you just need to save a little money.

All these incidents remind you how you will always be alright in the end. It’s been over a month since the race, and as each day passed you and Harry got closer. Breaking down his wall was not easy; you didn’t even fully reach there yet but there is a progress.

You learned that he has a sister in the UK, he loves engineering but wanted to study Music, he didn’t adopt Bun nor had an intention of keeping him. He found him covered in dirt behind the garage so he took him in until he was healthy enough to give him to someone worthy, yet even then Snowy refused to part from Harry and you have an inkling that it was the opposite.

Harry is a big tea drinker; he has packets that he keeps in both his garage and house. He really loves the honey and cinnamon tea, and drinks two cups a day. However he seems to dislike alcohol a lot and described it as ‘piss’.

Niall is his only trusted companion, they bonded over their origin and even though Niall tends to be playful and exactly what Harry hates in people sometimes, but you don’t recall a day where they didn’t speak to each other.

As you concluded from the beginning, he adores music and is a proud Vinyl collector. He once spent 600$ just to get his hands on a special edition of Elton John’s Breaking Hearts. Every other week, he visits a market nearby where he goes on a hunt for new interesting Vinyls.

Your days with him consisted of laughter, he had a way to make you smile even when it wasn’t his intention. He can still get grumpy sometimes, but he was never mean to you, whenever he got mad, he’d lock himself inside the store and get out after 15 minutes only to continue conversing normally.

He braids your hair from time to time, although you never really told him about the other mean things you’ve been told. You knew his preferences enough to get him lunch or a snack, perhaps a gift even, yet you felt like there was more to know but you had patience and in return you must also give him parts of yourself.

You’re not sure how you managed to be around him this long, he was unnaturally gorgeous, you would stare in awe at whatever he does, you never imagined a person to be this beautiful. You could swear his irises change shades every now and then, that his lips stole the color from cherries, and his body an incarnation of a female and male Greek gods.

Being around him made you flustered but not in a bad way, it was a good feeling that reminded you how you’ll be seeing him every morning, how the blood pumps faster to your heart when he’s near you, when your cheeks burn as he cooks for you or delivers a ‘hello’ message from Snowy with a strawberry filled basket.

He was somewhat your only friend and that was an achievement. Making friends is a nightmare for you, you’re not the best at it nor had good experiences in the past years. You’re not sure if you got better at it or if Harry is easy to be around, perhaps he is ,but that would also mean that there is nothing wrong with you.

Kitty was able to note the change in your attitude, how happier you became, but she refrained from saying anything because she already knows the cause behind all this giddiness and why Harry checked out Pride & Prejudice right after you returned it.

“I don’t mean to intrude my boy, but I never saw you as a classics guy.” Kitty spoke as she registered the book under his name.

“Umm, just wanna see what the fuss is about I guess, no other reason.” He tried to hide the blush in his cheeks by awkwardly scratching his neck and fleeing away after grabbing the book.

Kitty was no fool of course, she was just waiting, after all some clocks need delicate care and attention.

The news of quitting your job earned a broad smile from Harry, he looked even happier than you and kept assuring that you took the right decision. It didn’t take you long to find a job offer, the only issue is that it’s out of town but Harry insisted that you apply to see how it would go.

You watched him hop off his bike and remove the Gucci sunnies, before placing his motorcycle inside and taking off his leather jacket, he glanced at you and was about to speak but furrowed his eyebrows instead at your face expression.

“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

“Okay please don’t get mad, but I just remembered that my job interview is tomorrow and I know that this is last minute but I really need to take tomorrow off, I can start working on appointments from now an—“ Your anxious rambling made Harry even more confused that he had to cut you off.

“We all forget strawberry shortcake, what time is the interview?” He replied nonchalantly as he took off his shirt. You couldn’t help but blush at the nickname he’s given you for smelling like strawberries.

“Around one in the afternoon, but I have to get up early because I do not know the town and have to find a bus so th—“

“I’m driving you.” He picked up his crawler and walked to a car he was fixing since morning.

“No you don’t have to, I can—“

“It’s not negotiable, I’ll pick you up at 10.” You mumbled a quiet ‘thank you’ as he continued to do his work.

Niall popped in around noon and began rambling about his work, what he ate and what he’s been up to as Harry only nodded and kept his focus on the car.

You liked his presence, he was a nice guy and anyone who Harry likes must be a big deal since it doesn’t happen that often, but it’s safe to say that Bun is fond of biting Niall in his leg , recently he’s been avoiding Harry’s House because of ‘the deadly beast’.

Niall swore that Snowy only seems to like you and Harry, even though he is harmless but he just never clicked with the little bun. You thought that it is such an ironic situation since Niall is the one who gets for Harry, Snowy’s food and essentials from his aunts’ store. Maybe he liked the Bun deep down.

When he figured that Harry is busy and will not give him his attention, he turned to you and struck up a conversation, he was very chatty and you found it hard to keep up with him.

“I had a chicken sandwich and I kept thinking about the ones that Harry make, they’re delicious really.” His Irish accent made you giggle.

“There’s leftover Pizza if you want, I can heat it up?” You asked him in case he was hungry.

“Thank you I should really get back but I’m also bored and I had to pass by to make sure Harry didn’t make you run away yet.” He let out a loud laughter and imitated Harry’s grumpy face making you laugh even harder.

The giggles did not go unnoticed by Harry, he could recognize your voice and laughter anywhere but it was infuriating when it wasn’t about something he said.

He decided to let it go as Niall is a funny guy and can make anyone laugh, that is until he heard Niall asking you a question that made him see red.

“Do you want to go out maybe? I know a nice place..” The rest of Niall’s question was inaudible as Harry’s jaw twitched and tightened.

He strolled over quickly to where you were standing with an oil bottle in his hand and spilled it over Niall’s shirt, it wasn’t a secret that Harry is visibly angry, but while Niall was oblivious you immediately caught up.

“Mate the fuck? If you’re mad unleash your anger somewhere else, I’m still in working hours.” He mumbled angrily as he walked over to his car, taking off his shirt and driving away.

You were shocked at Harry’s behavior; you looked back at him and he had anger radiating off his body. He didn’t even look you in the eye. Your arms were crossed in disappointment, perhaps with a hint of confusion and irritation. He knew it too but acted as innocent as a sly cat. He will not get away with it, you thought.

“Your child like antics seem to get only worse. That wasn’t an accidental spill, you were being rude.” You sneered feeling hot fume leave your body as a reaction to Harry’s act.

He dropped the wrench with a thud and strolled toward you with a scowl on his face that did not appear until you opened your mouth.

He trapped you in the corner making you lightly stumble and lay your weight against the bar stool you usually sit in. His face was inches apart from yours and all the blood in your body was pumping fast.

“Do you see how close I am to you? He must’ve been wishing to get to do that, and that’s my problem. You see I could’ve done worse, I was being nice Shortcake , m’kay?”. His piercing gaze softened after he finished talking and he tilted his head to the side smiling lightly, before backing away and lighting a cigarette.

Harry’s fingers kept tapping against the steering wheel as he awaited outside your apartment building, he showed up 10 minutes after you sent him the address as if he’s a standby chauffeur.

He pinched his puckered lips, glancing every now and then at his painted nails then back to the building gate. It’s not even a date or so but his whole body wants to shiver yet Harry mastered the art of controlling his reflexes.

What he did yesterday was unexpected, he took it too far and was really a child. What’s worse is that he didn’t seem to mind it until he got back home and replayed the scene in his mind. He threw oil on Niall just because he asked you out?

Recently Harry has been acting in ways he does not approve of which is quite silly as he controls his own actions yet sometimes, he feels helpless. He tried to ignore it at first, but that only seemed to make it worse.

Getting mad at the thought of someone dating you can only mean one thing and he refuses to accept it. It’s true that the past month was a change from the boredom he encounters at work every day, but it also allowed you to creep inside of him and lay there, Harry’s afraid you’re already welcome.

Thankfully Niall didn’t catch on, but only because this isn’t the first time Harry has been a jerk, but it also happens to be kind of their own thing, to prank each other. He ponders if he should apologize later on to Niall or just let it be, however If he does then it might reveal the fact that it wasn’t a joke.

Harry would consider himself to have fallen down the rabbit hole.

You and your silly books, adorable soft hair that always reminds him of his strawberry garden, weird colorful clothes that would send a fashion designer into a coma, sweet rambles about everything and your claims on being the best Turkey Sandwich maker. He could go on and on and tell every single bit about you, but he can’t and shouldn’t. He knows better than to allow his desires to take over the wheel, which is why he must find a way to climb back out of the rabbit hole.

He got pulled out of his trance by the sound of the door opening then slamming shut, your sudden entrance along with the wind going in your direction allowed Harry to catch a strong whiff of your strawberry scent making him clutch the steering wheel roughly.

“Am I late? So sorry I didn’t know what to wear and what book to grab for the road.” You apologized as you threw your bag in his backseat, trying not to focus on how he’s eyeing your figure without a single word.

After all, it’s a job interview and being elegant was a must. You spent the entire morning going through your closet and trying on every piece you have, to be a bit fair most of them were decent and suitable for an interview yet it was not your potential new boss that you wanted to impress.

The huffs and puffs paid off as you picked a matching plaid blazer and skirt, you faintly remember the last time you wore this set two years ago which is why it wasn’t a surprise when the skirt turned out to be a bit shorter than expected, it was still decent for the interview but also hugged your body perfectly.

Harry’s eyes nearly bulged out when he saw your skirt, you didn’t even bother to wear tights beneath it and your bare legs were a sight. He still didn’t utter anything and it was making you more anxious.

“Soo how long will the trip take?” You asked with your gaze set down on your feet, avoiding him as much as possible knowing that you’ll blush if you just glance.

“Approximately an hour and a half.” He cleared his throat and fixed his Gucci sunnies as he continued to chew his gum.

You brought three different books with you in case you wanted to pass time, but you hoped that you didn’t have to touch them and converse with Harry instead.

You didn’t realize that it would be much awkward when you are outside of work, initiating a conversation is harder let alone maintaining it. What’s making it worse is Harry’s attitude yesterday and what he said to you.

“I could’ve done worse shortcake.”

That exact sentence kept bothering you the whole night as you tossed and turned. Does he like you or is he just a protective friend?

It would be an exaggeration to assume he has a crush on you yet his actions placed you in a tough position. Would it be unwise to open up the subject? Will you even get the answer you’re wishing for?

All you know is that you’re about to spend half a day with him on the road without work distractions, and god knows what will happen but again the chances are below zero.

“Grab the 2nd CD here will ya?” Harry turned on the engine and began rotating the steering wheel with his palm as he stretched his arm behind your head and looked backwards. The sight of him driving like that made you squirm in your seat. You pretended to be fumbling with the CDs but instead you couldn’t possibly miss the sight of his biceps practically bulging through his leather jacket.

He had light stubble as he hasn’t been shaving for a while and despite having sunglasses on, you could see how focused he is, with a gentle furrow of his eyebrows. His hand on the wheel had protruding veins and you smiled at the new turquoise nail polish.

“The CD has a nice mix especially for road trips, let’s get going shortcake.”

The mixtape Harry picked had one of the best songs you’ve ever heard. He has a talent for picking the right tune in any situation. Knowing him, he probably would’ve bought his Vinyl player with him if not for road bumps.

Emerald star by Lord Huron was playing and Harry raised the volume. For the first time since you left town you dared to look at him.

His side profile was majestic, you can’t see his eyes but you assumed they’re in their usual state, unreadable and unbelievably gorgeous. Some freckles lay against the tip of his nose, the weather has been getting warmer and the more freckles appear on his face the more enamored you become.

His jaw flexes as he chews his cherry gum, and if he likes the song he’d tap with his index finger repeatedly, perhaps bite at the skin of his rosy lips. You can tell that he wants to sing along but you don’t want to push him out of his comfort zone.

“Oh what a jewel are you, and oh what a fool am I

For squandering my love on an emerald in the sky”

The song touched your heart as you listened to pure poetry with a melody, it was something else. Even Harry allowed his dimples to show when he first heard the intro of the song.

“I loved it so much, can we repeat it?” You asked as he immediately turned to you with a grin.

“Haven’t spoken a single word since we set off , and you only talk to me because you liked the song? I thought the cat got your tongue.” He placed his sunglasses above his soft curls and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, leaving the steering wheel without control as he cupped his hands around his mouth to light the cigarette.

“Can you not do that again?” His recklessness was a reminder for you to put on your seatbelt and you did so quickly.

“Do what?” He turned to you with parted lips and you could not tell if he’s acting innocent or is actually clueless.

“This.. thing with leaving the steering wheel and looking at me. You’ll get the car crashed.” Your voice showed how timid you are, but it was only fair when he was being so careless.

He let out a deep chuckle, with the cigarette perched between his lips. “I know what i’m doing shortcake, i’ve been driving cars since I was 14. If I want to get us crashed , I would’ve done that in the race.” He took another puff from the cigarette and let it out through the window.

The reminder of the race made you feel uneasy, not only was it terrifying and life threatening but now that you know Harry more, you unconsciously care for him which explains the pit that formed in your stomach at the mention of the race.

“Besides I can look at you whenever I want” He muttered under his breath and you decided to not answer back at any of these remarks.

“If the garage is getting you good money, why do you race Harry? You could get yourself killed.” Your curiosity took control as you found yourself speaking without thinking first.

It was as if he didn’t hear you or chose not to. The silence was loud except for AngelEyes by ABBA blasting on the radio, you slowly diverted your body towards the door and looked out the window, trying not to feel hurt with his attitude.

“I like the adrenaline it gives me.” He suddenly spoke making you turn back to him.

“It has a certain type of rush that I’m addicted to, you could say I’m an adrenaline junkie. I also love how everyone tries to beat me, but they will never be able to do that shortcake.” He elaborated nonchalantly as if he was speaking about an arcade game not a dangerous street race.

You could not possibly lie and say that you didn’t like it, at some point you discarded the fear and experienced some of the adrenaline he spoke of, but you couldn’t also deny how dangerous it was.

He had you in his lap, with one hand secured around your waist yet still managed to drive with risky turns and the other driver’s attempt at getting him to crash. It looked like any daily routine for him.

“Perhaps you can find a healthy addiction?” You didn’t wish to interfere in his life, but being you, helping others to overcome unhealthy habits is a must.

“Hmm, maybe.” He gave you a toothy grin as if he got an idea right there and then but didn’t want to share.

The road ahead of you was slightly familiar, a few cars were driving along but surprisingly not a lot. As soon as Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High by Arctic Monkeys started playing, you rolled down the car window, and let out your upper body as the soft breeze caressed you and allowed your hair to float.

Harry was shocked at your sudden act, he no longer cared if the road was empty or swarmed with cars. Your back was turned to him and your skirt was riding up on the back of your thighs, you had already kicked off your heels when you got in. The door was locked and you still had your seatbelt on, hence why he didn’t freak out, however he had his arm stretched near your waist just in case.

If an officer passed by on his motorcycle, he’d take away Harry’s license. His eyes forgot that the road exists, or that he’s driving, all he could see was you. Your floating hair, spreading the strawberry scent everywhere, the giddy smile on your face like a child experiencing the high of a rollercoaster for the first time or the way you ignored him and pretended that it’s your own world with the song blasting.

You looked like an addiction he could get used to.

‘ You said you gotta be up in the morning

Gonna have an early night

And you’re starting to bore me, baby

Why’d you only call me when you’re high?’

As the song came to an end, Harry’s apprehension took the spotlight as he pulled you in with one swift motion. He can race with many cars cornering him but you push your body outside of the window and the alarms in his brain go red.

You squealed when he pulled you in, as he cut off your little moment with the wind. His questioning expression made you self-aware of what you did making roses slowly creep up your cheeks as you covered your face quickly with your hands.

“Oh c’mon shortcake, that was nice. Did you get your own adrenaline hmm?” He reached his hand and removed yours off your face.

“I just felt like doing it.” You shrugged your shoulders and smiled shyly at Harry.

“Do whatever you want shortcake.”

Time passed easily with Harry. It was definitely not your expectation but you didn’t mind it too. You’ve been on the road for half an hour now, and you had a fight about ice-cream flavors. You’ve been slowly trying to break down his ice wall and now that you’ve laughed together, you thought about taking the conversation further.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked with curiosity reeking from your voice.

“No I will not try your disgusting bubblegum ice-cream.” He grumbled like a child as if you asked him to eat trash.

“No but one day I will make you eat that.” He rolled his eyes at you making you let out a laugh at the thought of him trying on bubblegum ice-cream.

“ So.. is it okay if you tell me how you knew that my ex boss was scamming me?” You swallowed down your throat after asking, as you reopened the subject that made you both fight in the first place.

You can see how his jaw twitched upon the mention of your ex boss, he certainly was not pleased with the topic and testing the waters now seems like a bad idea.

“Sorry you don’t have to—“

“He scammed my sister before you.” He looked at you with a hint of pain in his face.

“We both came here young and had dreams, I was slowly building myself and she thought that volunteer work was a good step. He kept promising her with a job, made her donate even, only to tell her that there is no place for her when the contract was over.” He was trying to hide his anger but to no avail. His nostrils were flaring and he could rip off the leather of the wheel from how tight his grip was.

“She was ambitious just like you, and what he did left her hopeless. Eventually, she didn’t find a job and went back to the UK.” Your heart clutched at the thought of Harry’s sister going through the same thing but with no one to warn her.

“I’m so sorry, I hope she’s doing better now back home.”

“She is, he just didn’t have the right to do so. That fucker… I wish I complied to my urges and left him a bloody mess but back then we didn’t have money for lawsuits.” He let out a big sigh and you felt like an idiot for discussing it with him.

“ Your sister sounds lovely, I’m sorry that happened to her.” You answered softly not knowing what to exactly say.

“Enough of that now shortcake, talk about something else.” It was obvious that he desperately needed a distraction and you felt inclined to provide it.

“We can play Truth or Truth since we can’t do dare in the car.”

“That sounds like a made up game but okay.” You rummaged your head for nice questions that do not cross his boundaries.

“How many tattoos do you have?” He pretended to count them making you roll eyes at him.

“I dunno shortcake, I lost count at 20.” You don’t have any tattoos but you wondered how the hell he was able to handle all this pain.

“My turn, what’s your favorite book ever?” He skipped the song that was playing until he decided on ‘Sesame Syrup’ by Cigarettes After Sex.

“Absolutely not, I’m not answering that.” You shook your head aggressively in disapproval feeling cornered with the question.

“I’m not letting that slide easily but your turn.” He took off his leather jacket, leaving him in a plain white shirt as you glared at him for leaving the steering wheel again.

“How many partners did you have?” Your felt quite bold but regretted it immediately after you saw his smirk.

“Hmm I’d say one for the serious relationship.” He was cheeky with his answer as if you fed his ego by asking. You’re not even sure why you did so, perhaps your curiosity got the best of you.

“My turn. What’s the best place you’ve had sex in?” Your cheeks turned crimson red at his question, as you began picking at your nails. He looked back at you when you took too long to answer and saw how flustered you were.

“Shit did I make you uncomfortable? “ He cursed under his breath as he stared at your flushed face.

“No it’s okay.. I just.. umm “ You swallowed down your throat, and turned away from him as the game was no longer in your favor.

“What is it?” He was confused as to why you suddenly become more flustered than you usually are. You were biting your bottom lip and playing with the hem of your skirt until he finally understood what’s up.

“Are you a virgin shortcake?” His rather correct guess made your face heat up embarrassingly as you allowed your hair to fall and cover your face from him.

“Hey, don’t do that. S’fine you can say whatever you want.” Harry found it cute that you were so red in the face over his question. He couldn’t believe it.

His shortcake was a virgin.

He tried to refrain himself from thinking about unholy things but god he couldn’t. How can he continue to live every day and be around you now that he knows you haven’t been touched.

“Yeah, you’re right, I’m just embarrassed.” You spoke in a low voice with your gaze set at your feet.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just a stupid social standard, you can wait for as long as you want shortcake.” He tried to comfort you, as he realized how upset you might be feeling.

“It’s not really about waiting; it’s about finding someone. Boys didn’t date me, they went for the popular prettier girls.” Harry almost hit the brake pedal in the middle of the road at your words. The fact that you thought so lowly of yourself because of stupid premature boys made him see red.

“The fuck do you mean by that? Just because some boys are pricks doesn’t mean you’re not worth dating. Fucks sake where’d you get those thoughts from?” He was visibly angry as you held back tears at both your confession and his sweetness.

“I’m not sure..” You couldn’t provide him with an answer when you didn’t even know what was going on in your own love life.

He suddenly turned off the music and reached his hand to caress your burning cheek. “ Hey, look at me.” He ordered softly as he turned your face to him.

“It’s not nice to think like that. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You’re worth more than sex and there are many people out there who would kill to have you. It was my fault for bringing it up.” His sweet words added to your pent-up frustration as you held back hot tears.

“It’s okay, can we close the subject now?” You’re not sure you can handle any further comforting from him. You feel embarrassed enough as it is for confessing such things.

“Yes of course but remember my words.” He leaned back in his seat and actually set his eyes on the road.

He didn’t know what to feel. The way you underestimate yourself infuriated him, it proves to him yet again that you’re too pure for this world. Never was he so angry just because someone else was not treated properly.

He didn’t want to think whether it’s right or not to feel that way, all he knows is that he’s mad. If only he could talk a little more… but he respects your boundaries and decided to turn on the music again in hopes of cheering you up.

You arrived at the designated building in no time, and you felt a lot better after Harry stopped by an ice cream shop and bought you four scoops of bubblegum ice cream with marshmallow topping. You admired his gesture and you could tell he was trying to make up in his own way.

Even though you were ready mentally and parked right outside of the building, you felt like cooling off a bit and taking a stroll on the sidewalk.

Harry walked out from the car like a movie star with his beloved leather jacket hanging off his shoulder, you fixed your attire and secured your handbag before beginning to walk with Harry by your side.

The building was tall with tainted windows that you could not see through, you can hear Harry lighting up a cigarette behind you to destress as if he’s the one with the interview.

“Harry, I think I’ll just go in. If I wait any longer, I’ll get stressed.” You fixed your hair and stared back at Harry who was leaning against the car.

“Whatever suits you, I’ll wait here.” You gave him a gentle smile and walked away towards the building before you heard him calling your name.

“Yes?” You turned around to face him.

“Read the contract well shortcake.”

Harry has been waiting outside the building for almost an hour now, he thought about going in to check up on you but he didn’t want to embarrass you, for all he knows you could be waiting or doing the interview as he walks in.

He’s had five cigarettes and walked back and forth three times; it could be a sign of anxiety but for fucking what? It’s you who’s doing the interview and worrying about you should be the last thing he’s supposed to do.

In the past month he allowed you to get closer to him, something he despises. But now that he thinks about it, he never remembers being aware of it. He always has his guard on, and the way he let it down naturally scares him.

He’s gotten used to your turkey sandwiches, books around the garage, random hair clips that he finds everywhere, the fallen hydrangea petals from your hair after he braids it, some doodles and heart shaped drawings in his appointment book, and the curious inquiries when he’s fixing cars.

‘ So if you replace this piece with a new one, does it become like those cars in movies.’

’ Can you place a machine inside the car that gives you bubblegum when you press the button’

‘ What happens if you actually replace the oil with pomegranate molasses’

As a mechanic, hearing these questions sent him into a laughter fit, you were something else that he can’t pinpoint, perhaps otherworldly but what he knows is that you are not the type he ever saw himself meeting. He couldn’t possibly believe that someone like you exists.

Maybe he’ll wake up at any second and find himself back home, and that it was all just a fever dream, even his garage, degree and Snow Bun. Instead he hears the sweet voice that he got so accustomed to hearing every morning.

“Harry! I got the job” You walked excitedly to him while being careful to not trip over.

Deep down Harry knew that they would take you, it wasn’t a surprise that you’re talented, not to mention a very fast learner. But to see you so happy with the broadest smile was the real fever dream. He didn’t prepare himself for encountering such a sight nor could he survive it.

“They said that there’s no need to wait a few days, they hired me on spot and you wo—“ You stood in front of him rambling excitedly before he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours and cupping your face with both of his hands.

You melted in the kiss as his soft lips nibbled on yours, your heart was drumming against your chest and it all felt too surreal. You can taste the mix of cherry and cigarettes on his tongue as his mouth lapped at yours and devoured you whole.

Neither of you seemed to want to let go, especially Harry who held on to your waist as he deepened the kiss further making you lean backwards against his arm. Your tongues clashed together and you could feel him smiling.

Harry is not sure he can climb out of the rabbit hole.

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loversipod · 1 year

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Pretty Boy

Summary: Harry is y/n boyfriend of twenty months. He’s still the shy boy around her, but now more comfortable. It leads to it that Harry stops wearing long big clothes and have sex with out a shirt.

Pairing: shy boyfriend!harry x fem!reader

Wordcount: 2,9k

Trigger warnings: mention of throwing up, use of pet names, praise, mention of handjob, short mention of sucide, unprotective sex, aftercare

A/N: I write for Niall too, I would like to write more about him. But I don't enjoy it when no one reads it and I hardly get any feedback. It is demotivating for me. I don’t write much smut, so it isn’t my best, but it’s soft and caring.

After thirteen months y/n dad insisted on meeting Harry. He knew it got serious between them. Y/n was never so long with someone in a relationship. Her ex-boyfriend just broke up after seven months and the next day he had a new one. Y/n knew something was wrong but she couldn’t prove it.

“Y/n when can I meet your boyfriend?” Her dad asks her softly. He brought her a glass of water. She stayed home, she got sick to her tummy overnight. She couldn’t rest well the night before the whole night she sat before the toilet and puked.

“He’s really shy. He doesn’t like to talk to new people,” she swallowed the water down. She lost a lot of liquid over the night and it stopped only this morning.

Her dad opened his mouth, “I love you. I just want to make sure he’s the right guy for my little girl.” She hugs him tightly. “Try to sleep a bit,” y/n lays her body on the warm sheets. “If you need anything tell me,” she gets a kiss on her forehead.

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Y/n tried her best that Harry doesn’t come over the next few days. She doesn’t want him to get sick either. But he loves her too much not to. He wore a big fabric jacket from her. His favourite actually. It’s just a plain dark blue jacket.

Harry rang the doorbell, he can feel how sweat builds on his hands. He decided to hide his face with the hood. He has never seen y/n dad. “Is y/n home,” he asked quietly. Her dad is almost as tall as Harry.

Harry saw her dad a few times and he finds him intimidating. She told him that her dad is the sweetest guy he’ll know. Something important that she told her prince is that her dad is young.

Y/n dad let her in and brought him upstairs into her room. “Look who’s here,” y/n turned her body to the door. The corners of her mouth curled up when she saw him.

She missed doing his hair so she made him braids, her eyes shining. She kissed him a lot and in return H helped her with the school stuff she missed. “Do you miss me?” He asks insecurely. He never asks anything like that. He doesn't want to sound clingy.

“Of course I did,” y/n couldn’t help but smile from eye to eye. It’s been four days since she wasn’t in school.

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The next visit to the sick. Y/n can tell something is wrong with him. “Wanna talk about it,” she put some colourful hair clips in his hair. She stroked his knuckles. He told her how pretty he feels when she puts them in his hair. She sees some tears on his cheeks shining.

“Don’t like seeing you sick,” he says. Something is off with him. He’s quieter than she’s used to.

Luckily it wasn’t something serious. Y/n just ate some old food and her stomach did not tolerate it. “My dad wants to have dinner with you,” she says.

“Mhm.”

“Is that okay, I mean you don’t like talking to new people?” He nods. “Great, he'll be happy to meet my Harry.” Her smile is so big it might burst.

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After fifteen months y/n found out the word shy doesn’t exist in her dad‘s vocabulary. “Sweetie, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” Her dad asks softly, Harry looks up. He hates meeting parents, it’s the second time he agreed to this.

He loves y/n so much. Harry couldn’t say no to her begging.

“What’s wrong dad?” She asks.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I upset him?” Her dad put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

“He’s shy. I already told you that,” she’s looking at Harry. He picks his nail polish and his leg is bouncing.

He raised his eyebrows, “what can I do to get him to talk to me?” Her dad is insecure; he never had to deal with a person this shy or shy in general.

“Talk to him about something he likes,” she put some ice cream in the bowl.

“And that is?”

“Music, he’s amazing at singing and playing the piano.”

Her dad took her advice and talked about music. He opens up. She whispers some praises in his ear and holds his hand under the table. It turned out that y/n dad loves him. He never said it to him but y/n told him. She knows the signs. He’s really happy about it after his lover told the prince. He even told his mom and she saw how happy her son is after this dinner with his girlfriend's dad.

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Sixteen months into their relationship and y/n had only seen Harry in oversized hoodies, sweaters, jackets and long-arm shirts. Even when he wears long-arm shirts he wears a big jacket over it.

“I love you,” she murmurs in his chest, “so much.” Harry pulls her more into his body. “I love you, my lover.” Her grip on his body is strong. He pressed a kiss on her soft hair.

Harry loves these moments. He can be himself and he knows y/n won’t judge him. Harry heard those words for the first time from his lover.

Her prince didn’t like them. He pinched his eyes shut. It made Harry feel uncomfortable. He felt the knot in his throat tighten. The prince never thought that “I love you” would make him feel that way, again. He knows this time it’s different. His knuckles turned white from the way he holds his jacket. His chin rests on the top of y/n hair. “What’s wrong,” all she can see is his white knuckles. He feels sick to his stomach.

“Nobody will ever love me,” these words came so easily over his lips it hurt her to hear them. It sounded so painful in her ears. “You are lying! You don’t love me, it’s a fucking lie." She can hear his sobs.

“Harry,” she touched his white knuckles. He put some space between himself and y/n. His sobs are getting louder. He felt pressure, the feeling of the knot went to his chest. “What is wrong? Don’t you feel the same way about me?” She loves him, she never said that to anyone. It was the first these words came over her soft lips. She wasn't sure if this relationship works anymore. It can’t work anymore.

“You can’t love me,” the tears in her eyes form. Y/n was so vulnerable with him, and he just said those words. “Please don’t love me, I don’t deserve it.” It sounds like he doesn’t care about her. “I’m a freak.”

He always said those words but never got them back.

“Sunshine,” he turned around y/n only called him a couple of times, sunshine. “Don’t say those things about yourself.” He pinched his eyes shut; he never broke down before her. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“My ex saw me shirtless,” y/n sits down on the ground with him. Her soft fingertips wipe his tears away. He leaned into her touch. “I-I was really happy.” He swallowed the sobs.

“Yeah?” He nods, “then why are you freaking out about those words?” She asks softly. Harry takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down. Y/n helped him a lot during the process.

“I had sex with her, without my sweater. She said it’s okay we’ll leave the lights off,“ he took a deep breath before the next thing he’ll say, “she switched them on. Everyone in school was wondering what was wrong with me.” Y/n touched his hand gently, “I loved her,” he let go of his jacket.

“I would never do that to you,” Harry doesn’t answer her. He doesn't feel good.

“I’m a freak,” he whispers into her smooth skin.

“My little freak,” she corrected him. A small chuckle came over his lips.

“Your little freak?”

“All mine, every inch is mine,” his smile grew bigger. His fingers fumble with the zipper of his jacket. She helps him out of his jacket, “are you sure?” A secure smile plays on his lips. She takes the hem of his long-arm shirt in her hands and pulls it over his head.

Y/n is scared to look at his chest, his lips placed a lazy kiss on hers, “it’s okay. You can look,” his palms are sweating. Y/n hears his sniffles. “I want you to see my body, it’s okay. I really want it.” His tears are still rolling down his cheeks.

Y/n lowers her head, she takes his body in. All the tattoos he hid underneath his big clothes. His pale skin and his body look so beautiful. She takes every inch in. Her eyes couldn’t leave his body. “It’s hard to believe you hid that beautiful body of yours, all that time.” She loves his butterfly tattoo already. “Thank you.” Y/n leaves her hands by herself, she doesn’t know if he wants her to touch them.

“You meant that I love you?” She hums, “I love you too,” on y/n cheeks and runs happy tears down. She never heard those words before. “I want a hug,” he opens his arms for her.

His girl always feels so safe in his arms.

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After seventeen months she saw him walking around in a shirt at home only around her and his parents. He told y/n that he got bullied and had to change schools. He was suicidal, it this changed when he meet y/n. He wanted to be her friend and now he’s more. He told her about it and she felt sorry for him. No one deserves this.

“Harry,” she whines, “come back, it’s mine, please,” a whine came over his lips. She saw Anne in the kitchen cooking some food. She ran after him, he stole her blush and held it high in the air. She couldn’t reach it. “Harry,” she whines, “that’s unfair!” She pouts.

“Told ya, only need some compliments and you have the same effect,” she’s wearing a big shirt from him and his boxers. It’s now her shirt. He pressed his lips against her light pink lips. “It’s now mine,” she tugs his arm a bit down but he takes her blush in her other hand.

“Your 180 centimeters, that’s not fair,” she walks into the bathroom, maybe she finds something from Gemma. He pressed his lips against her ear and whispered softly something in her ear. “Pervert!”

“Can I do your blush?”

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After twenty months, Harry is so comfortable with y/n that he sleeps shirtless. She couldn’t help it but always touched his skin. She draws little hearts on his back. It’s his favourite thing she does.

He knew she was the right one for him. For the first time, he saw her. Her little smile and her rosy cheeks and her hair, she’s perfect. She heard from his friends how kind she is and that she babysits on the weekends to get extra money.

He saw her often in the schoolyard enjoying herself with her friends. She laughed so much and she still does. The sun makes her skin glow. He has seen that glow so often on her.

His parents and her dad are really good friends, but Harry was too shy to say hello so he stood by his mom like a toddler who wants to leave. Now she's sleeping next to him cuddling by his side, little puffs of air leaving her lips.

He yawned and noticed his hard one. At first, he didn’t notice, but now it’s painful and he wants y/n to help him out. Most mornings it doesn’t happen but when it does he wants y/n help.

“Love please wake up,” he whispers in her hair. “Please, love you so much.” His lips leave some wet kisses on her neck.

“You're needy,” she murmurs and nuzzles her face more in his chest. Y/n kissed his chest. She loves his smooth, soft skin. “Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t ’M hard, hurts,” she can’t see his pout, “please baby,” he whines. Y/n couldn’t ignore it anymore. She wants him to cuddle with her.

“Handjob?” She asks.

“Need you wrapped about m’cock, please.”

“Go on,“ she whispers in his chest. Harry pulls her cozy pyjama pants down and his sweatpants. He dips his fingers in her warmth, she’s ready for him. All his whining got her worked up. She doesn't want to admit it, but it’s true.

“Can we go bare?” She doesn’t answer, “buy you a plan B after it.” She nods, “words, pretty girl.”

“Please,” she whines. Y/n opens her eyes a bit and sees him as nervous. “Just me is okay.” His head drops to her shoulder. “You don’t have to be dominant, be my Harry, please.” She keeps her fingers in his hair. She knows it calms him and he feels comfortable with her hand in his hair.

Harry grins his hips into hers, he gets some moans and whimpers out of her mouth. “Never wanted to do it without a shirt before I met you. Just nervous,” she feels his lips on her neck. She’s so happy to hear this come over his lips. She thought he didn’t want her to see him without.

It’s true love.

He’s careful with her, Harry knows that his girl is sensitive in the morning. They once had morning sex. She’s so whiny and audible in the morning. Y/n never was so loud until that one time. Y/n tried her best to keep her eyes open to see her pretty and vulnerable boyfriend. A gaps came over her lips, “love you too,” she whispers back.

A big smile creeps onto his plump lips. Her prince noticed how her eyelids fell shut, “stay awake,” he held her face “’M not going to do anything when you sleep.”

“I'm tired and wanna sleep again,” she whines.

He sees the tears build in her eyes, “‘s okay not long anymore then we can cuddle.” Harry knows how much she loved her sleep. She pulls him down on his neck and keeps his thrusts deep.

She tugs and reaches her hand through his hair “love you,” the sunlight leaves a beautiful glow in the room. She moans and whines into his neck.

It’s a beautiful late summer day.

“Look at me, please,” her prince keeps his eyes on her face. She’s glowing thanks to the sun. “Love you so much.”

They are so in love.

His soft lips left some light kisses on her own lips. His thrusts are slow and steady. She can’t help but pulls him deeper. Harry moans and whimpers too. He’s sensitive too and doing it without a condom feels incredibly good for him too.

Morning sex is the best.

All her soft whimpers and moans were music to his ears. The room is filled with sex sounds. Harry’s thrust is getting harder, clenched down on him. He hits all the right spots.

He stops a whiny sound coming out of her mouth, he pushes y/n soft, small hands from his shoulders. “Prince, are you okay?” She asks with a sleepy voice.

She knew he would always be the shy boy. It gets better but some days he doesn’t talk at all and keeps quiet around her. “Will you tell me what's wrong with you?” Y/n kissed his damp skin.

“I want to cover up.” He said with a broken voice.

She pouts, “really? Wanna draw some hearts on you.”

“That would help,” he smiles again. He takes his big hand in her small palm. He grounds his hips deeply inside her. Y/n immediately clenched down on him. She’s close, she draws hearts on his back and fills the air with pornographic sounds. “Fuck– come for me. Get me all dirty please,” he continues his deep thrusts.

Some whines and moans escaped both of their lips. He kept the pace filling her up to the brim, pleasure filled both of their systems. Harry peppers kisses around her covered chest, and kitten licks her breast. He teasingly took one of her clothed nipples into his mouth and sucked lightly. Each time he did that she moaned. “You are so handsome,” her fingers go through his damp hair.

Her orgasm came over her. She whines and moans into his mouth and Harry is close too. His balls are heavy and waiting for release. “I‘m– fuck close,” his eyes roll back in pleasure. He finished in y/n for the first time. His head drops to y/n shoulder as he rides his orgasm out. He stayed a short moment inside her warmth.

Her lover gets a warm washcloth, wipes her mess, cleans. As he promised her he cuddles again with her. She’s so tired all she wants to do is sleep. Harry helped her into some new boxers and a shirt. “Love you so much my angel,” he pressed a soft kiss onto her hair. He wore some boxers too and kept kissing y/n and thanked her.

“Love you too,” she murmurs. Another sentence she said was; “I’m obsessed with your body,” before falling back asleep. It made him smile so much and some happy tears ran down his cheeks.

They are definitely doing it again without a condom.

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