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The nightly struggle: Figuring out which fandom I want for my bedtime story. ♥️

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[harrygoeswest]

Harry Styles is your sworn enemy. You've decided to take a holiday in the Scottish Highlands, and so has he. And there's only one bed…

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A/N: Welcome to Part 2! This story has been with me for a few months now, so it's a bit weird to be done, but the good stuff is in here! I hope you all enjoy the conclusion, and as always, thank you for reading!

Word Count: 15,007 Trigger Warnings: Swearing (obvs), embarrassing bedtime stories, groovy sexy times

Part 1

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Something woke you earlier than usual. A heavy weight placed somewhere in the region of the most sacred part of one’s body. Not right there, but close enough. 

You accidentally wriggled, and inhaled sharply when it got closer.

Your eyes flew open and you lifted your head. Harry had slung his arm over your midsection. Unconsciously. He was lying on his back, head turned away from you but his arm stretched across the lower half of your sternum and rested against your hip bone. If you tried to peel him off you he might wake. 

You were so warm, and Harry’s arm so close to your middle region was absolutely not helping. You could feel your sex gearing up, anticipating something that was absolutely not going to happen. Traitorous genitals.

It was still raining, you could hear it bashing against the sides and roof of the cabin. For days it had been so loud inside. You wished for peace. Silence. Calm.

Knowing you couldn’t stay in bed with Harry touching you like that while dying a death in a fiery inferno, you made a move. Ever so slowly, you inched towards the edge of the bed until you could get your foot on the floor, and then expertly twisted your body so that his arm landed on the mattress with barely a disruption.

When you were satisfied he was still completely zonked, you slipped into the bathroom and ran a cold shower. You stood underneath the stream and dropped your forehead against the wall.

This was getting ridiculous. Complicated. Scary. Over the course of the week you and Harry had somehow gone from detested enemies to domestic companions. You hadn’t argued in a week. You took road trips together for games and snacks. And to make matters worse, your body was starting to react to him in a way it hadn’t since before you knew him. Yesterday you found his profile attractive and now your body gravitated towards his touch like it was trying to correct some kind of chemical imbalance.

Four more nights you reminded yourself. You can survive four more nights.

You stood under cold water for ten minutes and then went through the motions of washing your hair and scrubbing your body. You made sure you dressed again before you left the bathroom.

Harry, it turned out, had not offered such a courtesy. He was peering at something on his phone, standing over the table with a clean T-shirt in his hands, apparently midway through changing.

Your body went up in flames all over again at the sight of him. It wasn’t like the night you arrived where he was damp and glistening from-

No. You needed to calm the fuck down. Thoughts of Harry in the shower were not appropriate and would not be tolerated. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

“Shower free?” He asked, glancing up at you.

For shitting fuck’s sake.

“No one else is in there.”

His forehead crinkled at your reply. “Good to know… I’d be concerned if there was.”

You didn’t know how to come back to that, so you made for your suitcase in a show of needing something out of it, and Harry took that as his time to get in the bathroom. Once you heard the shower running again you let out a long breath.

Harry hadn’t made any coffee, so for once, since you were the first one up, you prepared yours and his. This exchange malarkey - wanting to be as generous to him as he had started being to you - was another tally on the metaphorical chart. You were in danger of doing something really stupid.

All day you kept to a safe distance. It didn’t help that he decided it was acceptable to walk around the cabin in shirtless periods, so you made sure to avoid eye contact with his chest and keep a straight face. You made breakfast, you made your own lunches, and he made dinner. You finished your jigsaw puzzle with neer a brush of fingertips, and you spent the rest of the day reading. He did the same.

This was safe. Comfortable. Neutral ground.

When you decided to call it a night you lay on your side facing away from him and waited for the inevitable to pull you under. Harry fidgeted beside you more than he usually did and it was the only thing keeping you awake. You wanted to snap at him as equally as you wanted to keep your mouth shut. He’d never fidgeted before, he slept like the dead once he was tucked in. A thing you envied.

He settled eventually, but you could tell he wasn’t asleep yet. It was like you could hear his brain whirring.

Giving in, you peeled an eye open and turned over your shoulder. “Do you need a nightcap or something?”

He glanced at you with a weak smile. “Sorry.”

“If it helps, when I’m struggling to sleep I come up with scenarios in my head that would never happen until my own ridiculousness is too much for my brain.”

It was dark in the room, but you were sure you saw a smile tease on his mouth. “Like what?”

Here goes nothing. This was the exact opposite of what you’d been trying to achieve today, but you’d opened yourself up now like a surgeon operating on your vital organs. Might as well see it through.

You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. “Anything. One time Henry Cavill was a firefighter and rescued me from a burning building. Another time he was my soulmate and fell in love with me at first sight. Another time he was my neighbour and I found out my cat had been flirting with him.”

Harry’s belly laugh filled the quiet room. “Do they always involve Henry Cavill?”

“90% of the time, yes. Sometimes I treat myself and think about that bass player from The 1975.”

“I see… so tall men, then?”

“Broad.” You amend. “It’s all in the shoulders.”

“Interesting.”

“Maybe you could try thinking about doing the splits for that yoga woman again.”

“No.”

You shot a questioning look at him through the darkness, but he likely didn’t catch it given his silence.

He turned his head towards you, expression calm. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Oh boy. “If you want to.”

Harry rolled onto his side to face you, one hand shoved under his pillow. Feeling like you had no other choice, you did the same and gave him your face.

He licked his lips. You’d seen him do it before in interviews before he talked about something exposing. Not that you’d watched many of his interviews. Just the ones Holly had you sit through. So, all of them. “I’ve really enjoyed this week.”

Something bloomed inside you - right in the middle of your stomach, warm and tingly - and spread right through you to the tips of your fingers and toes. You felt it on your cheeks and the tips of your ears, too.

“It’s not been completely horrible,” You admitted, voice suddenly a little hoarse.

“I have a theory.”

“What’s that?”

He hesitated. “I might be wrong, but I think Holly and your brother did it on purpose.”

You gave a slow nod. “I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought the same when I got here. I’m sure, if we are onto them, Holly was the main culprit.”

“Oh, yeah.” He said with absolute certainty. “Your brother probably tried to ward her off the idea.”

“Also rather convenient that they were visiting for a family birthday the first weekend we were here.”

“Very convenient.”

You lay there for a moment, offering the smallest little grins to one another while keeping the other’s gaze. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness in the room, and you could just make out his profile. His eyes were heavy but he was still with you. You had the strongest urge to reach out and stroke his face, but you didn’t.

“Will you tell me a secret?”

An eye for an eye.

You took a deep breath and let your mind take a dive. You would give him something. He’d been honest with you. Now it was your turn. “Before I met you, sometimes my bedtime scenarios involved Niall.”

He reared back, face a beautifully offended sight. “Excuse me?”

Howling laughter ripped out of you and you had to bury your face into your pillow to stop from waking any wild animals in the near vicinity. 

“I can’t believe you just said that.” He said against your hysterics.

“I was joking.” You wheezed, and patted his shoulder. His broad, smooth, warm shoulder. “I didn’t, I swear.”

“Who were they about, then?”

You lifted a brow. As if he had to ask… “Seriously?”

“I wanna hear you say it.” He patted the mattress between you - not that there was much of it -, an invitation.

You sighed, but you were smiling, still giddy off the back of your joke. “You, Harry.”

“Can you say it in a full sentence? I might make it my ringtone.”

You shoved his shoulder again. At this point it just seemed you were looking for an excuse to touch it. “No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“A whisper is fine.”

“Fuck off.” You scoffed.

He moved an inch closer to you. “Please?”

You glared at him, but were painfully aware of the bitten smile on his face and the closeness of him. “Before I met you, some of my bedtime scenarios involved you.”

He exhaled with such depth and length you thought he might’ve taken his last breath. “What did they involve?”

“Absolutely not, we’re not going there.”

“Oh, come on. Please? Just one. I won’t hold it against you.”

“You and I both know that’s utter bollocks and you will laud it over me for the rest of my life.”

“Surprised you think I’ll be around for the rest of your life.”

“Unless Holly bins you off or you sack my brother, I am aware that it is likely you’ll always just be around. And both likelihoods seem very slim.”

“At least we can tolerate each other now.”

You gasped. “You don’t think I’m intolerable anymore?”

“You’ve grown on me.”

That pleased you more than you were willing to admit. After a beat of silence and another dive into your brain, you came up with one. “There was one I remember. We were friends and you’d come and visit me on your off time without telling me. I always imagined you just walking in the door and making yourself comfortable in my house. And you’d live with me for a few weeks until you had to go again.”

“A few weeks? You crammed a few weeks worth of storyline into one night?”

“Sometimes I had two or three part fantasies.” You shrugged.

“Interesting… is that all that happened? I turned into a vegetable on your sofa until I had to leave again?”

That made you laugh, but you quickly shook your head. “No. I’ve only ever had one bed.”

“So we’d have to share?”

“You don’t seem like the type of man to comfortably spend the night on the floor. And you definitely wouldn’t fit on my sofa.”

“I’ve never seen your house so I wouldn’t know, but I can tell you’ve really thought about this.”

“They say it’s better to write about what you know.”

“Write?”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s just a turn of phrase, Harry. I’m not writing this shit down.” At least, not recently…

“Damn. Maybe I would’ve liked to see it.”

“Funny.”

He grinned. “Glad you think so.”

You shoved him again and closed your eyes. “Go to sleep, Harry. Fantasise about your dream date at one of your shows or something.”

“Was that one of yours?”

Yes. “No.”

His chuckle floated around the room. “Goodnight,”

“Night.”

~

Your face was smushed against something hard when you woke up. It was warm, too, like the inside of an oven after being turned off. Your body worked before your brain did, and your hand decided to feel around for what it could possibly be. It almost felt like a lucid dream. Maybe you weren’t awake yet. Maybe, you were still asleep.

You could’ve just opened your eyes, but they didn’t seem to want to yet. Glued together after a deep and dreamless sleep. You palmed your way over the heated slab you were pressed against without really thinking about it.

Until it produced a low rumble, and shifted a little under you. Then you felt something move against your back. A hand. Underneath your pyjama vest against your side.

Your eyes finally flew open to be met with a tattooed swallow on a pectoral.

“I always knew you secretly liked me.” He groused, voice broken and lacking. And oh so very deep.

“Why aren’t you wearing a T-shirt?” You blurted, unable to move.

“It got really hot last night. You were dead to the world again. Until I lay back down.”

“Excuse me?”

He laughed, a quiet and gruff little sound. “You cuddled me. Not the other way around.”

“And you just let me?”

“Sure. It’s better than trying not to fall out of bed every night.”

You sucked in a breath and tried not to overthink it. “Right.”

“It’s okay, you know. I don’t mind.”

“What if I mind?”

“Do you?”

Did you? You’d spent all of yesterday in your head about how things had changed between you, and his unavoidable attractiveness. Now your subconscious mind and/or body were willingly worming their way into a nighttime cuddle with him.

Christ alive, was there no hope?

“I don’t know.”

He squeezed your hip without a hint of hesitation. “I think I like this side of you.”

You dared to peer up at him. His eyes were droopy from sleep but his irises still glistened like seaglass. His scruff was getting fuller and that urge to stroke it returned. Your belly did a little flip-flop. And then he shifted slightly and you realised that your legs were intertwined, too. Dangerous feelings bloomed between your legs.

“What side is that?” You asked in a breathy voice.

He smirked. He knew what was going on in your head even if he was too polite to say it. “The one where I confuse you without behaving like a prick.”

“It is incredibly inconvenient for me.”

“Does it happen a lot?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I might be shooting myself in the foot here, but I think since you’re not making any attempt to move you can’t mind it that much.”

You made a wordless noise. “I’m in shock.”

“Do you want me to move?”

For the sake of your sanity, it was probably a smart idea. Still, that absolutely didn’t mean you wanted to. And you didn’t want to. You really didn’t want to admit that to him, though.

“You won’t offend me if you say no.” He hummed. He was still around you now in a kind of tense way. He didn’t want to adjust until you said anything.

Christ, this side of Harry was not the one you wanted to get used to.

You bit your lip as if it had any impact over your blatant indecision.

He chuckled, “I’m gonna make this easy for you,” he started shifting, away from you, “I need the loo.”

You were almost certain he was trying to be polite. Again. It did give you the kick up the arse to take yourself out of his space, though.

You kept your gaze down as Harry hauled himself off the bed, determined not to see him in this manner - roughened and lazy.

“Sun’s back.”

“Is it?” You feigned more interest in a loose piece of thread on the bed sheet.

“If it’s warm do you want to go to the lake again?”

“Sounds good.”

It didn’t sound good. It sounded horrific. Only in the sense you’d be subjected to more half-naked Harry. Wet, half-naked Harry.

He finally disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you with your muddled thoughts. You realised in that moment that none of this would get any easier until you were out of the cabin and into your AirBnB. You’d crawl there if you had to.

As you had with every visit down to the lake, you packed a tote with towels, drinks, snacks and enough entertainment to keep you occupied for the day.

You felt the heat the second you opened the cabin door. It was like that first step off a plane after landing in a hot country. 

You started walking while Harry locked up, head tipped towards the sun above you. It was a dry heat today. Dangerous in one way but most definitely your favourite kind. It didn’t feel suffocating like humidity did.

“Definitely ice cream and swimming weather today.” Harry commented as he caught up with you. 

“I love it when it’s like this.” You admitted. The sunny heat made your skin prickle.

“I can tell. You already seem to be in a better mood than yesterday.”

“I’m so glad we don’t have to spend another day indoors. I think I’d have lost my marbles.”

“Sure you’re not just pleased you don’t have to spend so much time in my general vicinity?” He was teasing, for the most part.

“Not even. I’m just not an indoor person.”

“If you say so.” He gave your hip a little poke.

You also caught the way he tried to tangle his fingers in the fabric of your pool dress, whether unconsciously or not, you weren’t sure. “If that were the case, I’d tell you.”

“God damn, I think you’re right.”

Once you made it to the lake you set yourselves up in the sun but close to some shade in case the heat became too much.

“You gonna come for a swim before you ignore me for a book the rest of the day?” Harry teased. “You haven’t gone in once since you got here.”

“Maybe, I don’t know.” You muttered, once again averting your gaze while he stripped out of his t-shirt.

“Is this where you tell me you can’t swim?”

You rolled your eyes and ignored his question. “It doesn’t feel very responsible abandoning our things at the same time.”

“They’ll be fine - we’ve got eyes on them.”

“What if we both get distracted and all our food gets nicked?”

“I like that you’re more concerned with the food being stolen than your purse or your phone.”

“Gluten free snacks are expensive.” You argued.

“Come on. Just for a bit? Five minutes and then we’ll come back and do some baking.”

You glanced up at him. You knew you’d never hear the end of it if you didn’t. How much ammunition had you already given him if after this holiday things went back to normal? Teenage bedtime stories? Throwing up in the bushes while on your hands and knees? Harassing paparazzi? That last one sounded ludicrous.

“Five minutes, and then I’m getting out to nurse my food.”

“Deal.” He stuck his hand out, but when you took it he dragged you to your feet rather than shook it. 

“Let me just hide all this in the shade.” You said in a quiet voice, still trying to avoid looking at him for long periods of time. 

“Fine. I’ll meet you down there.”

“Okay.”

You busied yourself putting your tote bag in the shadier part of your set up. It should’ve been a five second task but you managed to stretch it out to a half minute. 

When you looked over your shoulder for Harry, he hadn’t got very far. Nor had he gotten any less attractive. In fact, he’d gotten more so. He was like Adonis. All muscles and tanned arms. Those tattoos didn’t help, either. Lord, what a specimen.

“Fuck sake.” You hissed, turning away from him again.

Taking a deep breath, you peeled your pool dress off and left it with your other belongings. Then you took more time just to mentally prepare yourself, smoothing your hands down your body.

“If you were doing this three weeks ago, you wouldn’t be this nervous.” You chided yourself. “Get a grip, woman. He’s just a man. It’s just Harry.”

But he’d never been just Harry, had he?

Fuck off.

You spun around and started marching towards the water’s edge. Harry had only just begun wading through the gentle tide. The volume of rainfall had affected the lake’s size by some margin. The beach was half the depth it had been five days ago yet the heat had attracted more people, leaving less space. It was busy.

“How cold is it?” You demanded once you were within earshot of him.

He turned over his shoulder to answer you, but his response seemed to get caught in his throat. His eyes raked down your body and then back up, a shameless and blatant go at checking you out. You were already hot from the sun, but this was much, much worse.

“It’s not bad.” He managed, gaze lingering on your chest.

Realisation smacked you in the face like a hard, rough paddle. The attraction wasn’t one-sided.

Trying to ignore Harry’s staring, you dipped your toe in, wincing a little. “It’s not great, either.”

“If I push you in it’ll take the shock away faster.”

“So much as touch me, Styles, and you’ll be sleeping outside tonight.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, Jesus Christ.”

You waded in ahead of him until the water swallowed your hips, ultimately proud of yourself. Open-water was not your favourite by any stretch. You turned around with a big grin, only to be met with a wave of water splashing over your entire front.

Shock and bitter cold had your body tensing, and a loud gasp fell out of your mouth. 

Harry’s roaring laughter ripped through the air, back arched and head tipped to the sky. “Oh, that was too good.”

“You,” you took a step toward him, “absolute,” and spread your arm wide, “dick.”

You dragged the length of your arm across the surface of the water and watched as an equivalent wave crashed over him. He staggered a little, but caught himself before he toppled over. A triumph on your part. Now you were even; he was just as wet as you were.

“You’re in trouble.” He warned when his gaze rejoined yours. He started making his way to you, and so you began to retreat.

“You started it.” You put your hands out, heart hammering in your ears.

“And I’m gonna finish it, too.” He lurched towards you.

Squealing, you hurled yourself away from him, only narrowly avoiding being caught. You splashed him again which he did not seem to appreciate, and laughed maniacally with each tread away from him.

“Come here!” He yelled.

“No!”

He chased you further into the water and then back out again towards the shoreline. You were more agile than you gave yourself credit for because you always just managed to be just out of his reach, three steps ahead, and laughing away the whole time.

“You’re a menace, woman!” He bellowed, but he sounded almost breathless.

“You’re only just realising?!” You cackled, narrowly dodging another attempt at grabbing you.

“I’ve known for a long time.” It almost sounded like a promise.

You circled around an innocent old woman a couple of times but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact she was just as entertained as you were.

“You’re supposed to be in peak physical condition, Styles.” You goaded, managing to float further away. “This is embarrassing.”

He gave an exasperated laugh. “I’m going easy on you.”

“Are you? ‘Cause to me it looks like you just can’t keep up.”

You waded further into the water with your back to him, far enough that you were covered up to your chest. When you turned around again, Harry had disappeared.

“What the-,”

“-Boo.” 

You screamed as an arm wrapped around your waist from behind, your heart attempting to flee out of your chest. That familiar boom of laughter filled the air again, and your back was brought flush against Harry’s hard chest. He leaned over and splashed more water over you while you attempted to wriggle free.

“You prick, that’s not fair!”

“I think you’ll find it is fair.” He rebutted. “There were no rules set before we started.”

“You didn’t even alert me to the game before you started it!”

“You turned it into a game by retaliating.”

“Well, I’m not just gonna let you get away with it! And that still doesn’t give you an excuse to scare the shit out of me!”

“Alright, that’s fair.” He conceded, and loosened his hold on you. Then he turned you around by the arms and kept you there. “I’m sorry for scaring the shit out of you.”

Then he did the unthinkable and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, smushing you in a hug against his chest. It wasn’t lost on you how similar it was to the way you woke up this morning, and the change in pace again was giving you some kind of mental whiplash.

To avoid keeling over, you linked your arms around his waist. An odd feeling settled over you. Harry’s body was an unfamiliar comfort; his affection was like gravity. All of a sudden you were grounded, centred. How hadn’t you noticed before that you’d just been floating around?

He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head before he released you, but not entirely. Before you could really pull away, he took your face between his hands, encouraging you to meet his gaze. You gave him that much. Undivided, uncontested attention. You had given him that for a week now. There wasn’t much else to capture your attention.

His eyes were impossibly bright under the beating sun. Wordlessly, he smoothed each of his thumbs across your face, from the bridge of your nose and across your cheekbones to the hilt of your jaw.

Your lips parted with your next exhale and his attention dipped, drawn in by it.

Oh God. 

This was uncharted territory. Would he really do it? Would he kiss you? In public? In front of close to a hundred people. White noise filled your ears at the thought.

The sun was getting hotter as it grew closer to midday. Highest point in the sky. Most lethal temperature. Your back felt dry, scalded.

The ghost of Harry’s touch still lingered on your nose and cheeks. “Can you see the bag?”

He blinked a few times and then lifted his gaze to the beach behind you. “Yeah. It’s still there. Although someone has sat incredibly close to us since we left it.”

You turned around, but his touch didn’t fall away. His hands remained on your shoulders. He was right - someone had set themselves up irritatingly close to your things, and that put you on edge.

“Go on.” He patted your back, right in the middle. “I can tell you’re itching to go back.”

You glanced up at him. “You’re not coming?”

“I never said that.”

Satisfaction nestled in your very core.

Together you waded back through the water to the shoreline and up the beach to your things.

“I’ve never wanted a windbreaker so much in my life.” Harry muttered as you sat back down.

You answered with a smile, and began searching through your tote for suncream. Harry held his hand out, so you squeezed a blob onto his palm and then started on yourself.

“Want me to do your back?” He offered.

Shitting hell. You’d planned to just lie on your back for the rest of the day, or at the very least keep only your front turned to the sun if you were sitting up.

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded. 

“Will you do mine after?”

“Sure.”

Harry took the bottle from you, and you turned in your place to offer him your back. You attempted to school your breathing when his hand met your bare skin and began turning circles against it. He was methodical and somewhat cautious in his approach, a complete contrast to his behaviour not fifteen minutes ago. But still, in this kind of proximity with him you felt this unusual comfort, even if it was intermingled with nerves. You did your absolute best not to panic when his hand dropped lower to the waistband of your bottoms.

You switched places after he gave you a gruff, “Done.” This was better, because at least he couldn’t see you now.

While you had the opportunity to, you marvelled at his back, gaze following the lines of strong muscle and tendon. Your hands did their own thing, circling the cream into his skin until it vanished.

You used the excuse of being thorough to make sure you could admire him for as long as possible without it being suspicious, but eventually you gave him a pat on the shoulder to announce you were done.

You settled into comfortable silence. You lay on your back and used your book as a shield from the sun. Harry lay on his front parallel to you with his face turned towards you.

When he didn’t close his eyes or speak to you, you couldn’t help but ask, “Have you not got some form of entertainment with you?”

“Of course I do. You.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not putting my book away to be your monkey.”

“Who said anything about that? Watching you like that is enough.”

You tried your damned hardest to ignore the butterflies in your tummy. “I can only imagine it to be immensely boring.”

“It’s not.” He insisted. “You could read to me if you feel bad, though.” 

“I don’t feel bad, and it would only slow me down.”

His laughter was a glorious, low rumble. “Then I will just watch.”

You sighed, but failed to find the energy to argue further.

Twenty minutes later, when being on your back became uncomfortable, you turned over. Before you settled down again you took the opportunity to look around. 

It was busier. Hardly an inch of space available on the stony beach.

“How bad is it?” Harry asked.

“It’s not great.”

He groaned.

“We can go back soon if you want. There might be some dry ground outside the cabin.”

“Might have to.” He lifted his head and peered over his shoulder. “Christ.”

You gave a helpless squeeze to his shoulder, and your body reacted as anyone’s would when he rested his cheek against it. More butterflies.

Oh boy.

“One more chapter and we’ll go.” You mumbled, voice uneven.

He nodded, and then he did something that took your breath away. He kissed the back of your hand. Just an innocent peck against your knuckle. It was such a certain and unabashed action you almost didn’t believe he’d done it, but the giveaway was the fact that you could still feel it after he pulled his lips away. And then, because you’d lost that last bit of self control, you stroked your hand across his scruff like it was nothing; the most natural thing in the world. It was coarse yet soft, completely contradicting itself.

Your brain betrayed you. Images of what the aftermath might look like if he ever found his way between your legs with a beard like that. Irritation on your inner thighs. Your excitement spread across the fine hairs. A shiny tip of his nose.

Stop.

You smoothed your hand against his scruff again. His eyes fluttered but they never closed. His gaze shifted to yours, and suddenly green was the only colour in the world. And seaglass was your favourite.

His gaze dropped to your mouth and your heart skipped two beats. Your faces had barely an inch of space between them. You could feel his sweet breath as it fanned across your face. He did that nervous lip-lick again, and melted butter replaced the cells that made up your body.

You wanted him to kiss you. Every other feeling you’d ever had towards him vanished like a ship in the Bermuda Triangle. You’d thought the evolution of your attraction towards him had been all on you. That maybe earlier when you’d presented yourself on the shoreline in your swimsuit that he was just doing as all other men did - appreciating something without taking advantage. Look but don’t touch. He wouldn’t be looking at your mouth like that if he didn’t want you.

He seemed to be waging a war with himself over the thought of kissing you, and it made you itch. Made you want it more.

Fuck it.

You used the fact that you were already holding his face as a means of bringing him towards you, and then you closed the short distance and pressed your mouth to his. 

He didn’t react in any way towards you, and your mind fell into a horrendous tailspin. What were you doing? You were in public, and Harry wasn’t just some random beach-goer. He was a fucking celebrity. What if someone had seen you? What if someone was watching, and worse, cataloguing it?

Oh, shit. You’d fucked up.

But when you tried to retreat, he didn’t let you. He chased you back, capturing the side of your face with one hand. He moved his mouth over yours, finally leading, and the tension fell away from your body in heavy reems until you were pliant to him and his wants.

God his mouth was divine. Soft, full, gentle. A little sloppy, but you didn’t mind. It was what you wanted, what you needed. It didn’t cross boundaries or become indecent. It was just… just. Something that fulfilled its own purpose. And you revelled in it for as long as you had it, because you didn’t know if you could have it again once it ended.

Harry’s thumb caressed your cheek and even that made you feel giddy. He parted his mouth and his tongue traced along your lower lip. 

A whimper caught in your throat, and blood rushed to your cheeks, the back of your neck and the tips of your ears. You pulled away with an embarrassed laugh and buried your face against your arm.

He chuckled, dropping his lips to your shoulder. He stroked a hand over your bare back, and it made you shiver. “Sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry.” You huffed. “That was pathetic on my part.”

“I wouldn’t call it that.”

You peeked up at him, finding his gaze already on you. “What would you call it, then?”

He pursed his lips, and you wanted to kiss him all over again. “Kinda sexy.”

“Kinda?”

He leaned closer, using it as an excuse to kiss your shoulder. He lingered, “Won’t be able to stand up for a minute, let’s put it that way.”

A heavy desire settled in your very core, mouth salivating. The sudden need to have this man all over you was frankly startling.

“Maybe I won’t finish my chapter…” 

He gave a breathy laugh as he watched you dogear the corner of your current page. You slipped the book into your tote and rested your head on your arms, facing him. He was resting on his elbow with his cheek against his fist, and he looked every bit the Greek God. His other hand still stroked over your back.

“Ice cream for the way home?” He suggested.

Your nod was slow, purposeful. “Maybe I’ll switch it up and have what you have.”

His gaze fogged with what you could only assume was lust. “I can get on board with that.”

You rolled onto your back and sat up, then pulled your pool dress back over your body. Harry made it to his feet, towering over you.

“Meet me by the van?” He suggested.

“Yeah. I’ll pack up.”

With a nod, he was off. He’d left his t-shirt behind, deciding to make the most of the sun. Knowing that he was roaming around half-naked broke you out in a nervous sweat. There were plenty of other men around without their tops on, but it was different with Harry. His body was recognisable.

You noticed as you packed up that your hands were shaking. You were giving yourself a headache over your back and forth between awkward and spontaneous. Yes, you’d decided to go back to the cabin, but that was before you kissed him. And you were the one that flirted with him, not the other way around. He might’ve been turned on after kissing you but he took no part in initiating things. The fear of possible rejection somewhere later down the line prompted a panic.

No.

No panicking. 

This was Harry. 

Harry, who you would inevitably see again and again further down the line whether things progressed between you or not. You needed to think with your rational head, not the one that fantasised everything. You’d let things take their natural course. If nothing happened, nothing happened. End of story.

Besides, you were moving out of the cabin in a couple of days to the bungalow. It would make that whole shift easier if nothing happened.

With everything collected and packed away, you made your way over to Harry who was paying for your ice cream. He handed you a cone with a mint chocolate chip scoop on the top.

“What’s that?” You asked after spotting the one he was holding.

He looked at his chocolate cone with a smirk. “We can all switch it up, you know.”

“Not the flavour, the cone.” There was an obvious difference between a normal cone and a gluten free one. Harry didn’t have a normal cone like he usually did.

He gave a passive shrug and started walking. “Maybe I’m getting attachments to your food substitutions.”

You snorted. “Seriously?”

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. You knew he was joking to some degree, but once again, your fantasising brain took over from your rational one. It told you he was being safe with you. If anything did happen again, like a repeat of the little kiss you’d just shared, he didn’t want to run the risk of you getting sick.

As suggestive as you’d been, the rational side struggled to believe they were his real motives. 

He walked ahead of you rather than beside you. It was terrible, actually, because it gave you the perfect view of his back, amongst other things. You’d lost all interest in your ice cream, too busy fawning over the way Harry ate his. It was near pornographic. You had to take a lick of ice cream to cool yourself down.

His tanned back shone under the sun, damp with sweat, and the little curls around his neck were beginning to drip with it, too, squeezing out from under his hat. And then there were his calves, which strained every time he took a step. It didn’t help that you were walking uphill, so his muscles were working overtime.

You took another languid lick from your cone. 

The cabin was in sight, but you had no interest in it. All your focus was on the man in front of you.

Harry turned around just as you were mid-lick, and your body felt limp at the sight of his chest, glistening with sweat between his pectorals. The only thing that distracted you was a cool drip making its way down your chest.

“Shit.” You hissed.

Harry was in your space in an instant. His ice cream was long gone, but that look in his eye had returned. “Making a mess?”

You nodded wordlessly. His gaze was so intense you fought to breathe properly, and it was focused on the wet line of ice cream currently making its way into your cleavage. 

“I’ll get it.” He said, voice pure gravel.

 His mouth lowered to your clavicle, tongue licking against your warm skin. You sucked in a breath, hypnotised when he moved lower down your chest towards your breasts. He took the smallest handful of your dress at the front and pulled it low enough for him to continue to where he wanted. 

The noise you made when he passed his tongue through the top of your cleavage was just as embarrassing as the one earlier, when you’d kissed on the beach. 

The soggy cone in your hand crushed between your tight grip, spilling between your fingertips and down your arm.

Harry placed strategic little pecks back up your front, oblivious to the little dilemma you were having. “Mint chocolate is still my favourite.” He said against your mouth.

“Is it?” You asked breathlessly. “There’s plenty of it.”

He gave you a perturbed look, and then did his eyes trail along your arm to the mess in your hand. You expected him to laugh, but he did no such thing. 

He growled. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought your body flush against his. Then he took your elbow in his other hand and brought the mess closer. Because you couldn’t help yourself, you wiped some of it across his mouth and up his cheek.

“You didn’t.” His voice was so low and dangerous it had sparks lighting through random limbs.

“I did,” you whispered.

You reached up and began cleaning it off the same way he had you - with your mouth. You started on his cheek, taking your time to wipe it up as you moved along his scruff to his mouth. And when you did finally reach his mouth he was ravenous with you, the opposite of the kiss on the beach. He ate you up, tongue and all.

For a little while, you let him. He felt good on your mouth. He showed you just how much he wanted you with his tongue and the way he squeezed your body tightly to his. The need to melt into his hold and float away became your top priority.

He started towards your coated arm, but you didn’t want him eating out of your hand. Quite literally. You wanted his focus elsewhere.

You pushed him away, batting off the guilt that came from the offended look on his face. Then you made him watch as you trailed your sticky hand down your chin from your mouth, over columns of your throat to your chest. You smeared most of it off, including on your boobs.

Harry looked like he was about to combust.

“You okay?” You teased. You slipped around him, walking backwards now towards the hut.

He turned over his shoulder and followed. “Do I look okay to you?”

You knew that was his invitation to look at his crotch. You allowed your gaze to drop for just a second, taking in the outline of his erection.

Big was the first thing that came to mind.

“There are worse things to be than turned on.”

A smile flirted with the corners of his mouth. You cleaned your hand up since the majority of the mess you’d made was now making its way down your chest and between your tits. Harry watched you as if you were a brilliant movie on the silver screen. He couldn’t take his eyes off you even if he wanted to.

Your back hit one of the posts on the cabin porch, and Harry found his way back into your space. He slipped the tote bag off your shoulder and let it fall to the floor by your feet.

He took two fistfuls of your dress and tugged it. “I want this off.”

You were still cleaning your hand. You silently nodded around your fingers, and then raised both arms in the air. He shucked the dress up to your chest and then whipped it off, tossing it into one of the chairs posted outside the door.

His gaze raked up your body like a man starved. 

A couple of droplets of ice cream had fallen lower and were trailing down your abdomen towards the line of your bikini. Before they could make it, Harry leaned forward and collected them onto his tongue.

Your breathing hitched, and you took your fingers back into your mouth as you watched him sponge kisses and trail licks back up your front.

You took his cap off with your free hand and dropped it in the same chair as your dress. Then you pushed your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp as he went.

As he reached the underside of your breasts, he smoothed his hands up your thighs. 

A low moan came out of you in anticipation. This man was about to unravel you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine. You’d never shied away from sex before, but this was something else. What you and Harry were doing felt different. Exciting.

Harry managed to split his attention between cleaning your chest and smoothing up your thighs. He gripped your waist with one hand, and the other slid between your legs. He started circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, over your bikini.

You’d been wet ever since your kiss on the beach and his hand was only making your desire that much heavier.

“God, Harry,” you groaned, and your back arched away from the post, “just like that.”

He breathed out against your breast, as if hearing your praise was the biggest compliment in the world.

He continued working you up between your thighs as his tongue laved over every inch of your front, wiping up the sticky mess you put there. He sucked your nipple over the fabric of your swimsuit.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” he groused, and worked deeper into your heat with his fingers.

“Take them out.” You begged.

He shook his head against your chest, roving upwards. “Not outside.”

This gentlemanly side of him was like a silent killer. He wasn’t up for exposing you in public even though you’d had no quarrel with it. You supposed he was more than well-versed with the repercussions of having your private life displayed for the world to see. It didn’t stop you from grinding on his hand, though.

He lapped up the cream on your chest and throat, until finally, finally his mouth joined yours again. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing his body hard against yours. You continued to grind into his hand while rubbing your boobs against his chest. The friction you so craved was driving you wild.

“You’re unbelievable.” He groaned into your mouth.

“It’s not the first time you’ve told me that.”

He puffed a laugh through his perfect lips. “It’s still true. Except I’m saying it now as a dead man.”

You gasped at the feeling of one of his fingers trying to bury into your heat. “How so?”

“I’m at your mercy, baby.”

“Oh, God.” You whined, keeping his mouth firmly on yours. “I never thought I’d say this but I really want you to fuck me, Harry.”

“I will.” He insisted with a nip of your lips. “But I really want you to come on my hand first.”

“Fuck.” You whimpered.

You ground and ground against Harry’s fingers, focussing all of your attention on that one thing while his kisses plastered your mouth until your climax finally bubbled to the surface and exploded, straining your body in shivering tightness. You buried your face into his neck as you cried out, clinging onto him to help it subside.

He took his hand from between your legs and wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you away from the column. When your legs weren’t complete jelly, you were already moving again, coaxing him inside.

A deep moan bubbled out of him when you reconnected your lips. He knew what you were doing and he was only too eager to join, walking you into the cabin. The door was kicked shut the second you were over the threshold.

Your hand slid down his front, fingertips tracing over the lines of his torso until you had a handful of clothed man. Harry was big. You knew that already from the brief encounter you’d had with it on arrival, but with your hands on that appendage now, you realised you might have your work cut out for you.

Harry grunted at your touch like a starved animal. It was such a deep, jarring noise it had shivers shooting all over your body, and straight back to your clit again. And you ate that noise right out of his mouth.

You tucked both hands into the waistband of his trunks and slid the garment down, falling to your knees with it. His back hit the door.

“What are you doing?”

You met his gaze, not a hint of hesitation on you. “I want you in my mouth.”

“Christ,” he hissed, “I don’t think I’ll last long if you do that.”

You smirked, gliding your hands up his thighs to wrap around his shaft. “That’s okay.”

“But I want to shag you.”

“I have every intention of doing that, too.”

“Might be hard if I finish in your mouth.”

You gave him a challenging raise of your brow. “You telling me you don’t have enough in you for two rounds? For a man who sings about sex as much as you do, that’s kinda disappointing.”

He knew you were goading him. He could tell by the look in your eye, that fiery glint that lived to wind him up. And it’d be a damn lie if he said he didn’t love it. Sparring with him over nothing was one thing, but to challenge his stamina? Entirely another.

He didn’t take your bait, settling with a tense jaw and a dark look in his eye. You took that as enough encouragement to continue.

You tucked your hands into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, avoiding getting poked in the eye when it sprang free. Taking it by the base with a gentle grip at first, you studied it with a calm exterior. Your interior, however, was rioting. In me it screamed.

Never one to deny yourself of anything you wanted, you stroked his shaft a couple of times and took him in your mouth without any further delay.

“Bloody hell,” Harry swayed a little at the suddenness of it all, only finding your shoulders to steady himself on.

You started working him, both hand and mouth moving up and down the length of him because he wasn’t going to fit in just your gob, big as it was. Your tongue licked around him too, preening his hot and veiny length. Sometimes it felt wrong to call a phallus beautiful, but his really was.

You gripped the back of his thigh as you bobbed and bobbed and bobbed. If there was such a thing as ‘perfectly hairy’, Harry was it. His leg hair felt incredible in an inexplicable way, and if you weren’t turned on enough already, it was really fucking doing it for you. It turned out, a lot about this man really did it for you.

“Oh, fuck,” Harry panted, stroking your hair as an excuse to just hold your head, “that’s good, darlin’.”

Words of praise hadn’t really been your thing until that exact moment. You worked harder around him, hand and lips moving in quicker succession. You wanted him to praise you more so you’d work even harder than that. Then maybe you’d get to watch him unravel while you tasted him on your tongue for the very first time.

“Not surprised a girl with a mouth like yours knows how to use it.”

It was a backhanded compliment if you’d ever heard one, but you were going with it. You quite enjoyed that he could still find a way to drag you a little while saying nice things. Lewd nice things, but nice all the same.

You pulled back and lifted his length up, closing your mouth around his balls to suck instead. He hissed, fisting the hair at the back of your head. The sharp pain that caused only made you want him more.

You met his gaze as you sucked away at each of his balls, and he was a fucking sight - strong yet vulnerable, beautiful yet roughened. Everything he exuded in that second was a contradiction to itself and the man became more of a conundrum to you than he ever had been. You needed to ground him again. Rearrange the version of him in your head so that the one that existed outside of it became clear.

You slid the hand holding his leg upward and behind to stroke over his ass cheek. Obviously it was smooth and perky and you felt a strange kind of envy because it wasn’t fair that men always had such spectacular rear-ends.

Then you stopped sucking on his bollocks and licked up his shaft like it was better than a freaking Calippo. Hell, it was better by a staggering degree. You prayed to any ethereal entity that would listen that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d get to suck away at Harry’s girthy man-meat.

You licked up the crease on his tip, taking the dribble of pre-come with you. It melted on your tongue, and a dirty groan spilled out of you and over his shaft as it sunk back into the heat of your mouth. 

You fought harder this time as you started bobbing around him. Cheeks hollowed and chin drowning in your own saliva. You took him as far as you could, into the tightness of your throat until he was the one choking. Then you rested back for a second to suck on his tip, before shoving him back down as far as he’d go.

“No, no, no,” Harry stressed, attempting to pull away.

But it was already too late, and a smug satisfaction washed over your entire being as he began to come. You gripped onto his legs to keep his cock inside your mouth. Again he only had your shoulders to keep him upright as his hips instinctively bucked in shallow movements with each wave of his release. He tasted unlike anything before. It had this addicting quality to it and part of you would be happy if he just never stopped coming.

But he did, eventually, and once he was out of your mouth you swallowed down his release and made a show of licking your lips afterward.

“Are you okay?” You asked once you could finally talk.

He looked spent already, but you weren’t going to let him give up that easily. His hair was all in his face, cheeks stained pink, and his skin was shiny in places that hadn’t been considered obscene until this very moment. Harry looked like he was about to film an advert for a new ‘fragrance for men’. Just like everyone else, whatever he was selling, you’d probably buy it.

“‘M bloody wonderful.” The way he spoke had a weightlessness to it, and you wanted to float away on it.

You rose to your feet, leaving a path of kisses up his torso as you went. Havoc wrecked up your insides as you did so. You’d had a piece of him already, but that damn body… enough to send the calmest of women to an institution.

Harry captured your mouth the second he could and absolutely ravaged you. He was all encompassing, like nothing else in the world mattered. Right then, it didn’t. Only his kisses and the hunger he gave off with them.

You found yourself with your back against the door, Harry’s body heavy against you. His weight caused your insides to light up all over again, your centre preparing for pleasure.

“Harry, I need you in me,” you spoke against his kisses, clawing at his skin to keep him closer, keep the fire in your body alive and burning.

“I need in you,” He agreed, his attack on your mouth not letting up.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“I’m trying to remember what I did with the condoms I had in my suitcase.”

Inexplicably, you started giggling. It amused you, that this man who could seem so suave and smooth and charming could lose something like his condoms.

When your head tilted to the side, he took advantage of your exposed neck, delicately sucking his way down and back to your cleavage. He took you out of your clothes until you were completely bare, finally in matching states of undress.

“I’ve got some in my handbag,” you managed to say on a heavy pant.”

Harry growled, and the noise shot straight to your clit, “Don’t move.”

He yanked himself away from you and marched across the room to your bag, where it sat on the floor by the bed.

“Inside zip pocket,” you told him, teeth nibbling at your lower lip.

He found the strip and tore one off, then ripped it open and put it on without any form of hesitation. He took a brief second to study your nakedness, still standing with your back against the door, and then he was crowding you again, leaving you with barely room to breathe. Yet taking breath was the last thing you cared about.

“God, you’re pretty,” he sighed as he shoved his face into your neck. His lips lightly nipped and sucked away at your skin, while his hands roamed your naked body.

His dick was hard again, pressing against your stomach, and your sex was rioting with impatience. You combed your fingers through his hair, tugging every now and then on the soft curls until he shivered. He lifted your leg at the thigh and hooked it over his hip, and like he just couldn’t wait any longer, he thrust his length inside you at once. 

You choked on the breath you were intaking at the sheer fullness of him, and now it was your turn to bury your face in his neck. He smelled like sea water and sweat and it made a heady, lusty scent. 

He spoke your name like a prayer, “fuck. You feel… I don’t even know. Fucking marvellous.”

You gripped him tighter as he started thrusting, heavy and hard. “You’re so big, Harry.”

Your backside hit the door, and while it was a little painful and might well bruise, it actually made it all the better. You felt like an animal, matching his hip movements one by one. 

It felt like he was trying to prove something, and even though he really didn’t need to, you weren’t going to tell him that. You liked this side of him - this real maleness that you hadn’t really seen from him beside his occasional pigheadedness. And it was only occasional because he only showcased it with you. With everyone else he was a god damn peach. Maybe he’d be a peach with you now, too, with less of the bravado. But you’d like to see this side of him more, where he had nothing and yet everything to prove, and a driving desire to prove it.

He was starting to pound faster and faster, grunting and groaning. Sweat rolled down his back and it was oddly stimulating. You traced your fingertips down his spine and back up, then gripped his face and brought his mouth to yours for a mind-bending snog.

If his mouth was heaven, his dick was fucking ecstasy.

Everything about him worked together to provide the ultimate pleasure and you were centimetres from falling off the damn train.

“Harry, touch my clit.” You ordered.

He growled again and it was utterly delicious. He stroked his hand from your hip to your cunt and started stroking that sensitive nub in such a stark contrast to how he was fucking into you that you reached a new level of overwhelm.

“Fuck, Harry!” You squealed.

“You are,” pant, “insatiable.”

He dropped his mouth to the top of your breast and sucked - hand, cock and mouth all moving together in sync to bring you to climax.

Stilted, you groaned at the way your orgasm washed over you like a debilitating blaze. Harry’s body held you prisoner against the door, and you knew from his shudder that he was coming too. Hard, if his teeth against your shoulder blade was any indication.

“It’s not like this,” He said after a moment of quiet. 

You were boneless sandwiched between his hard front and the door. If he moved, you’d collapse. “What?”

He took your face in his hands and kissed you, slow and sweet, “It’s not like this. Ever. I feel different with you.”

A thick lump formed in your throat, and you forced it down with a swallow. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know what he meant. You knew exactly what he meant. You were no stranger to sex, but it hadn’t ever been like that before. Something about being with Harry lit you up on the inside like a firework display on bonfire night. But for some reason, you couldn’t put that into words for him. So you did the only thing you could and kissed him back.

You wound up in the shower together, going for another round before cleaning each other up. It was more delicate than the first time. You took your time, and then when you were both spent, you finally stepped out, clean and sated.

Harry wiped you down with the towel first, taking extra care to make sure you were completely dry. Watching him care for you that way did terrible things to your insides. Especially the vital organ in your ribcage. He’d gone from carnal to tender in a matter of seconds and that familiar feeling of whiplash latched onto you again.

You clung to the sink while he towelled himself down, watching his every move. Admiring him. There was no animosity left in you to harbour towards this man. It would be a waste to do so. You’d hold onto it for someone else, someone more worthy. For now, Harry had earned something else. Something sweeter.

He took your face between his hands when he was done, appreciating you. His thumbs stroked over your cheeks. You took a gentle hold of his wrists, keeping your eyes on his.

“Don’t go to the bungalow.”

You bit your lip at his request. Knowing what you knew now, you’d have never booked it if you had any slight inkling that this might’ve happened. And by ‘this’ you obviously meant sleeping with him. Up until 2 days ago the possibility was at around 0.01%. 

But you had booked it to safeguard yourself, and paid a hefty deposit. You weren’t going to get that back now.

“Don’t worry about the money, just… stay with me.” He pleaded.

“But I am worried about the money.” You admitted. “People like me have to be. I’ve already been frivolous enough trying to get here.”

“I’ll give it to you.”

“I don’t want you to.”

He frowned, and his hands fell away. You suddenly felt cold, craving his warmth and his touch again. You closed the space between you and rested your palms against his naked chest.

“I can’t just let something like that go, Harry. And I’ve never taken well to people just offering me things. Especially not money. I have to earn it. It’s not personal, I promise.”

“I just wanted to do something for you.”

“I know. But you don’t have to.”

He studied you for a moment, eyes searching your face. “What if I came with you?”

You chuckled. “Okay, keen bean. I think you need to slow down. Think about it for a minute.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not going away.” You reminded him. “I’ll be half an hour down the road, that’s it.”

“Too far.”

You shook your head and dropped your forehead to his chest. “It’s not really.”

“I don’t want you staying somewhere alone.”

“If you weren’t here then I would’ve spent 4 weeks up here alone. With only badgers for company.”

“Compromise with me a little? Please?”

You sighed, and he wrapped himself around you so that you were cocooned in his hold.

“You go to the AirBnB, but I come with you. If you won’t let me pay for it, let me come with you.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to let it go unless you gave him something, you said, “I’ll think about it.”

~

The next three days were utter bliss.

The first day, you barely managed to get out of bed. From the moment you woke up to the second you fell asleep, Harry was on you, touching you, affecting you. It was beautiful and fulfilling and also exhausting. He wouldn’t leave you alone, but you didn’t mind. You were enjoying this side of him. You were enjoying this side of you - the one that didn’t constantly feel tense or on edge or irritated. You were happy.

The second day, you spent it in the car, just driving around the Highlands with no planned route and no destination. He held your hand tightly in his while you explored mountain passes and vast lochs and deep forests. You stopped at a roadside cafe and had quite possibly the best gluten free sandwich of your life - which you were surprised was even an option in the depths of nowhere - and then carried on to another quiet pass where you had some wildly incredible sex in the front seat of the car. It was almost midnight by the time you got home, and the shitty three-quarter bed in the cabin had never felt so comfortable. It was made all the better with Harry’s body wrapped around you.

On the third and final day, Harry had gone into full wooing mode. Every single part of the day felt like an attempt to bring you on side, whether it be staying at the cabin or allowing him to come to the bungalow with you. He started with a wake up call that involved his glorious face between your legs, followed by a fully gluten free breakfast spread. After a joint shower wherein he shagged you senseless against the tile wall from behind, he dragged you out into the perfectly mild Highland day for a hike up the nearest - small - mountain. You were back by lunchtime for a picnic by the lake and a dip in the water, with less chasing this time and more paddling. Then, after a nap in the cabin that resulted in yet more sex, he took you into the village for dinner at the nicest restaurant it had. It was no Nobu - not that you’d ever eaten there - but it was good food and perfect company.

“Are you ever going to tell me what you said to that paparazzi that followed us last week?” Harry asked when our dessert was taken away. He had a hand settled on the base of his wine glass, the candle on the table flickering so that light danced across his handsome face in odd ways. It only pronounced the sparkle in his eye.

You licked your lips, fighting off your smile. “Probably not.”

“Please? I feel like I deserve to know, given it could come back and bite me in the bum.”

You giggled at his use of the word ‘bum’. It was like his mother was in the room with you. “It won’t.”

“And how are you so certain, darling?” He leaned forward over the table, still entertained.

“Because, baby, it is literally impossible for him to do so.”

“Care to explain?” He rested his chin on a closed fist, smirking.

With a sigh, you leaned sideways and fished around in your bag until you found what you were looking for. Between your index and middle finger, you flashed the small SD card that the man had reluctantly handed over to you all those days ago.

Harry’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Wow.”

“Uh-huh.”

“How’d you manage that?”

You thought back to your conversation outside the supermarket and let out a small laugh. “Er… I might have threatened to get the supermarket security involved for harassing customers, and then followed it with another threat to break his fancy camera and shove the SD card into some intimate places if he didn’t give it to me.”

Harry was staring at you like you were a mad woman. Maybe you were - you always did have a short fuse. “You said that?”

“Yes.”

He managed a blink. “You said that for me?”

“Yeah…”

He blew out a breath and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his beardy chin. “Which intimate places?”

You smiled, “Well, something that size wouldn’t have done much damage up his arsehole, would it?”

Harry grinned, shaking his head, “You’re amazing.”

“No. I just think everyone deserves a holiday without having the fucking press on their back for every second of it.”

He leaned forward again and grabbed your hand, littering it with kisses, “Amazing.”

“I’m sure you’d do the same if the roles were reversed.”

“I’d like to think I would, yes.”

Your hands tangled together in the middle of the table, and you traced the creases between them with your free hand. You took a deep breath as your thoughts rolled ahead to tomorrow and the decision you had to make. “Harry, I want to make a deal with you.”

His brow furrowed. “Okay…”

“I want to go to the bungalow tomorrow alone.” He opened his mouth to object, but you squeezed his hand and shook your head. “I arranged this time away from home so I could get away from people and out of my head for a bit. And that’s not me saying I’ve had a shit time with you - I absolutely haven’t. But I need some space. I didn’t expect you when I turned up here and I’ve been kind of derailed from all the things I wanted to do.”

“That doesn’t sound like a deal.” He argued.

“That’s because I wasn’t finished.”

Even in the glow of the candlelight it was obvious he was blushing, “Sorry.”

Your lips twitched with a smile. “That being said, I know as soon as we’re apart I know I’ll miss you. Ludicrous as that sounds, because a week ago I still kinda hated you, but it’s the truth. I will miss you. I know what you’ve been doing the past three days and I’d be a big fat liar if I said it wasn’t working.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” He said with feigned ambivalence.

“Yeah, sure.” You rolled your eyes, but now your smile was really helpless. “Anyway. I want a week, Harry. That’s it. Just one week to myself, so I can work on my deadline and actually get something done. Because I’ll be honest, as soon as I realised you were here that night I got here, I kind of forgot I had work to do at all.”

He looked to be turning everything over in his head. “One week?”

“Yep. Just seven days. And then we can spend my last week here together and you can do whatever you want with me. Does that sound fair?”

He pursed his lips. “You go home in two weeks?”

“I do. Have the train ticket to prove it, too.”

“You can’t stay longer?”

“My life isn’t that flexible, Harry.”

“No, I know.” He took a breath, staring at our hands, still intertwined on the table. “Do you still split your time between London and home?”

“I do. Mostly home, but my place in London gets enough use. When work needs me to come into the office, it’s convenient. I’ve been fighting it for a while, but I think I might have to move to London permanently eventually. They’re discouraging working from home.”

He grunted like he disapproved of it. “Okay… I will let you have your week so we can have our week afterward. And I’m coming home with you when you have to leave.”

“Oh, you are, are you?” You asked over a laugh. “Thank you for letting me know.”

He snorted. “This is my off-season. And while I thought I’d be spending it relatively alone, and definitely not with the woman who’s hated me for fuck knows how long, it turns out I actually… quite like that woman. When she doesn’t hate me so much.”

You lean forward, “Quite like her, do you?”

“I do. Very fond might be a better way of putting it. So, if she’d let me, I’d like to spend my downtime with her before I bugger off for fuck knows how long to do my job. Especially if that means finally seeing her illusive house.”

“If you think she owns a house, you’ll be very disappointed when you get there.”

“Do you not own your home?”

“No, I own it. It’s just not a house.”

“Ah. Well, even still. If you’ll have me, I want to visit.”

“Can I visit you in London?”

“If you don’t, I’ll be offended.”

“Then… I think we’ve made our deal.”

“I think we have.” Harry grinned. “Should we go back to celebrate?”

“Celebrate?” You had to laugh, “It’s not graduation, H.”

“It kind of is. Graduation from singledom.”

Something stirred in your belly, and not in a bad way. “Oh.”

“You okay with that?”

You bit your lip and nodded. “Mhmm, I’m okay with that.”

“Good.” He pressed his lips to your hand. “I think we should fuck around with Holly and your brother, too.”

“Oo, how?”

“I have a few ideas…”

~

Four Weeks Later

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

You watched as a delighted squeal ripped out of your best friend, her hands clasped against her chest. Beautiful Holly beamed, her gaze touching on every single one of her invited surprise guests. “Oh my God!”

Your brother, ever the sap when it came to his wife - and rightly so - had organised a surprise birthday party for her 30th. You all knew, no matter how much she claimed she didn’t want anything special, that all of her favourite people in one room would mean the most to her. She’d been taken out for a birthday brunch by Harry so that you and your brother could turn their home into something fit for a party. 

Streamers hung from the light fittings and curtain rails. Banners were stuck to the walls. Party poppers had burst and sailed through the air the second the front door had been opened. Everyone donned some form of ridiculous party hat. Someone had put a tiara on Holly’s head. The kitchen was piled with food and drink. All guests had been instructed to arrive at 2:30pm for Holly’s return at 3 o’clock. Harry had been placed under strict instruction not to bring her home before then if he valued his life. If Holly’s day wasn’t perfect, he’d have your brother to answer to.

Harry caught your gaze across the room while everyone else corralled the birthday girl into their embraces. It held for longer than anyone else would expect of you, and apparently your brother noticed.

“Come help me in the kitchen a second,” he tugged on your wrist.

You looked away, following him to the back of the house. You fixed yourself a drink, the first alcoholic one of the day now that the guest of honour had arrived, and sunk it in one; a reward for pulling off a surprise party for the nosiest woman on the planet. You poured another, and then one for Holly, too.

You tried to slip away into the front room, but were stopped midway by a tall, foreboding figure.

“What are you doing?” The question came out a little snappier than intended, but you blamed it on nearly spilling Holly’s drink than being practically ploughed over by a certain someone.

Harry raised an eyebrow at you. “I’ve come to get Holly a drink. That alright?”

I kept my expression neutral and held out the plastic cup. “Here you go - Holly’s drink. I’ll even let you take the credit for it.”

“I daren’t give you the satisfaction.” Harry scoffed.

“Trust me, Harry, nothing you could do would ever satisfy me.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Your brother muttered.

Harry shot him a glance as he took the cup from you, purposefully brushing his fingers against yours, “Thank you so much.”

You flipped him the bird as he stalked off and rejoined your brother at the counter preparing the food for a barbecue.

“You know, it wouldn’t kill you two to try and get on for Holly’s sake. Just for one fucking day.”

You bit your tongue and hoped it passed as ire, “It’s not my fault he’s a raging prick.”

“That’s a stretch and you know it.”

Ignoring him, you worked on slicing carrots, celery, cucumber and peppers into slices for crudités. Was it really a birthday party if there were no crudités?

The answer is no.

“Alright,” your brother called across the packed room of people, “five minutes and the food is going on! Can I have a volunteer for help with the barbecue?” Holly started to raise her hand, but he slapped it back down, “Not you, gorgeous.”

Someone coughed “Simp”, and you had to cover a laugh.

“Alright,” Holly’s dad heaved himself up and out of his favourite armchair, “I’ll help. The student needs a master, after all.”

Holly rolled her eyes, but you knew she liked it when your brother and her dad found another way to bond.

When conversations picked back up you scurried off to the bathroom for a breather. Even though it was still early, the number of people stuffing themselves into the frankly small living room had you feeling claustrophobic. It wasn’t like you to feel that way often, but the charade you were putting on was making you nervous. You never got nervous, but lying wasn’t in your armoury, because you were actually generally shit at it.

You thought of Harry and his quiet - and sometimes not-so-quiet - confidence. He pulled off the hatred with ease. He had three films and a post-credit scene as experience for that. Or maybe he wasn’t acting at all… 

No. If last night’s bedroom activities were anything to go by, that couldn’t be true.

You washed your hands and splashed some water on your face to cool yourself down, and then let yourself out of the downstairs bathroom. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you found Harry on the other side of the door waiting.

“Fuck me,” you hissed.

Harry opened his mouth, no doubt with some witty retort that he’d already ‘done that’, but he was cut off by someone else stealing your attention.

Holly barrelled into you while yelling your name, dragging you away in a hug that was more like a headlock. “You are so naughty doing this! I said I didn’t want a party!”

“Yes, but look how happy you are,” You grinned at her. It took absolutely everything in you to not turn around and look at the handsome man who seemed to always linger in the right places.

“I am… I’m so happy, thank you.” She gave a content sigh. “The only thing that would make this better is if you and Harry could even just pretend to be amicable for like, five minutes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re super amicable all the time,” You said in the most blasé tone you could muster.

“Yeah right.”

“We were amicable at that dinner with your Nan.”

“That was for her sake.”

Something sharp pinched at your heart. She thought you didn’t try for her. If only she knew. But you had a part to play and you didn’t want to back out of it now. You were sticking to the plan. “I am not the problem. I’m very amenable.”

Holly frowned, the expression fraught with disapproval.

You sighed, “Sorry. Force of habit. It’s easy to blame someone you hate for your own misgivings.” Using the word hate in reference to Harry felt so wrong. Do it for the charade your brain screamed.

“Okay, enough. Maybe one day your brother and I won't have to separate you and Harry before you murder each other, but clearly today is not that day.”

Give it an hour or two and you might reconsider that statement you thought. “Yeah, maybe.”

For the next while you entertained Holly and avoided Harry while constantly throwing glances whenever you felt his presence. And you always felt his presence, as did everyone else in the room. There were clearly people here who didn’t expect him to show because they kept staring. You wished you could stare without such shame. You wished for other things, too, like to go over to wherever he was and just slip into his arms, or hold his hand, or kiss his mouth. But you did no such thing. You kept to yourself.

After the barbecue food had been eaten, your brother brought a huge cake out, homemade by your mother, with 30 candles on the top, all lit. Everyone sang Happy Birthday to Holly and watched her blow them out in three big huffs, and then it was taken inside to be cut up.

“I’m sorry it’s not gluten free, baby,” your mum sighed as slices of gooey chocolate goodness got passed around to all the guests.

“How many times have we had this conversation?” You chuckled, squeezing her into your side. “Gluten free cakes have the consistency of sawdust. They are shite. I’ll survive without cake.”

“Literally.” Ah, a rare coeliac joke.

You snorted. “Exactly.”

“Anyway,” she threw a surreptitious glance around the garden and then lowered her voice, “how long are you and Harry going to wind up your brother and Holly by pretending you still hate each other?”

“They’ll know later. Soon. It’s getting too hard considering they both just let themselves into our houses nowadays and they’re likely to catch us… in the middle of something.”

“Smart choice, poppet.”

“This is just payback for meddling.”

“Yes, but it worked out, didn’t it?”

You grunted unattractively. “Shush. We are not letting them believe they’re responsible for our relationship.”

“Are they not, though?”

“Of course not!” Alright, maybe a little. But you were never going to let them believe it.

You scanned the crowd again and caught the better half of your relationship sneaking inside. The urge to go after him and lock yourselves away in a bedroom became stifling, but somehow you refrained.

Twenty minutes later everyone was gathered around the birthday girl again and watching her open presents like it was Christmas fucking morning. You were sitting on the arm of the sofa watching her with a fond smile. Harry had tucked himself into a corner again like a fucking bat, but he wasn’t alone. He’d been talking to another girl for a while. You didn’t know her, although I recognised her from Holly and your brother’s wedding. Holly’s cousin, maybe? Anyway, she was… keen. Yep, definitely keen given her invested posture.

You tried not to give a shit, or at least pretend you didn’t. But you definitely did give a shit.

“Oo, what’s this?” Holly’s question piqued your curiosity, distracting you from staring at Harry.

You noted the envelope in her hands, unmarked, and smirked. Chancing a glance at Harry, he was already looking at you with the very same look on his face. 

Holly plucked the card out and read the note inside, her intrigued expression morphing into more confusion. Glancing around the room, gaze visibly lingering on Harry, she brought the card closer to her chest so that no one else could see, and peeked at the photo you knew was taped to the inside. She pressed the card to her chest and searched the room for you, eyes narrowing into slits when she found you.

“What is it, babe?” Your brother asked, trying to peel the card off her.

She smacked his hand away, “It’s a… gift voucher.”

“What for?”

The look she gave him was conspiratorial, “I’ll tell you later.”

“Bet it’s for Lovehoney.” Someone joked, the same person who called your brother a simp earlier on.

She snapped the card shut and slipped it back into the envelope, moving onto the next gift. Her demeanour had changed considerably. Holly was decidedly less excited about her other presents now, and she kept tossing glares between you and Harry. He was clearly fighting off laughter, and you pretended to be unaffected.

When her last present was revealed and she’d said her thank yous to everyone, Holly stood and primly excused herself to the bathroom. Not thirty seconds later, you were summoned to the bedroom upstairs by a text in all capitals.

You made a quiet escape and made your way up to the room you knew your brother shared with his wife and slipped in, Harry not long behind you. Holly was standing in the middle of the room with her arms folded and a deep scowl on her face. Your brother was there too, looking perturbed.

“What’s going on?” He asked, throwing a worried glance at his wife.

“Excellent question.” Holly snapped. “I want to know the exact same thing.”

Harry shut the door behind him, and then silently handed her a stack of more photos we’d printed on Polaroids, held together with an elastic band.

Holly got straight to work sifting through the pile, your brother’s gaze fixed on them over her shoulder. There were easily 30 photos there - in the lake, on walks, sharing ice creams, sunbathing, cuddled together on the sofa, kissing. It was a lot of selfies, something Harry refused to smile for, and it only made you smile bigger and laugh harder. But it had been Harry’s idea to immortalise the beginning of your relationship on that vacation, and it had been your idea to give the photos to Holly as a birthday present, because you knew it would make her happy. Her punishment for getting involved was waiting to find out.

While they studied your loose holiday album, Harry leaned against the door and tugged you back by the belt loops on your jeans so that your back fell against his front. You melted into him like butter, shuddering when his breath fanned across the top of your head. He placed a subtle kiss to your crown.

“I fucking knew it!” Holly squealed, taking a look at the photos again.

“Knew what?” You demanded.

“I knew putting you in that cabin together would give us results.” She grinned.

“Told you.” Harry muttered.

You shook your head, folding your arms. “Unbelievable.”

“How long did it take?” She was practically vibrating, bouncing with excitement. Your brother had to put a hand on her shoulder to keep her still.

“How long did what take?”

“To realise you like each other!”

“A couple of weeks?”

She squeaked again, clapping her hands. “Can I keep these?” She waggled the pictures in front of us.

“That’s what they’re for, Hols. We’ve got our own copies.”

“Yay!”

“Holly,” Harry said sternly.

She stopped fidgeting and looked at him with a wide-eyed gaze. You’d never heard him use that tone with her before. Only you.

“Please don’t meddle with my relationships again. We figured you were the reason we were both up there at the same time, but this didn’t come without a hitch. We still bickered and said some nasty shit to each other.”

“And I whacked my head the first morning.” You huffed.

Harry ran a comforting knuckle up and down your spine. “Also we’re not letting you take responsibility for the result.”

“Yeah, but we all know it never would’ve happened if I hadn’t meddled.” She was still grinning.

You made a contradictory noise, “We don’t know anything, actually. But anyway, we have some ground rules.”

“Don’t be boring.”

“We’re not, Hols,” Harry said softly.

“What are they?” Your brother asked.

You and Harry laid down the law - that mostly involved not saying anything for a while to anyone but family so that you could enjoy your relationship without the media being nosey. You’d finally found your footing with one another, and you didn’t need tabloids and paparazzi complicating your happy medium just yet. For now, you wanted to just enjoy one another. You’d had the same conversation with your parents.

“This is your birthday present, by the way.” You whispered as the four of you trundled back downstairs.

“It’s the best birthday present I’ve ever had.” You’d genuinely never seen your best friend smile so much.

Harry reached over for a high five, and you didn’t hesitate to slap it. “Nailed it.”

“Hey,” your brother sauntered into the kitchen, “you guys want ice cream?”

You and Harry shared a look, and burst into laughter, because ever since that day outside the cabin, ice cream always ended up being used as a form of foreplay.

“No, I’m good.” Harry grinned.

“Yeah, no thanks.” You shook your head, still fighting off laughter.

“Are we missing something?” Your brother looked bewildered.

“Nothing for you to worry about.” Harry slapped his shoulder.

Later that night, when the buzz of alcohol was starting to wear off and the comfort of a sofa called to you, Harry took out the tub of mint choc chip from the freezer and spoon-fed you until you were so tired you couldn’t open your mouth. 

“Tired?” He hummed.

“Shattered,” you yawned.

“You want me to put it away…?” He meant the ice cream tub.

You tilted your head all the way back to look at him, his face lit by only a warm glow of a candle. “Do you want to put it away?”

“No.”

“What do you want to do, then?”

He licked his lips and traced a pinky finger down your bare arm, “I want to lie you down on my bed and drip it down your chest, and then lick you from your throat to your thighs.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

~~~

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How the HotD boys act on your birthday

Includes: Jace, Aemond, Aegon

Word count: 562

Masterlist Here

Jace

Jace is a very forgetful boy but as soon as he remembers he goes into planning 100

A week before your bday he’s ordering you 15 gifts with next day delivery

Putting hand written notes on every gift and desperately trying to wrap them nicely

However is terrible at wrapping presents but his happy smile when he presents them is too adorable to care

Prides himself on being a good gift giver

Your birthday, your rules

He would carry you to the car if you asked

Orders you breakfast to your house from your favourite place

Picks you up for a picnic in the park for lunch

Then drops the bomb that you and your whole friend group is going out to dinner together

He thinks he kept it a surprise

He did not

But he tried

Showers you with compliments the whole day and doesn’t let you spend a time

Posts you on his story to Taylor Swifts Mine

Aemond

Aemond has been planning your birthday since the day after your last one

Constantly trying to out do himself but refuses to admit it

Tries to play it cool as if you can accidentally plan a surprise limo party  

Wraps his gifts like a commercial grade wrapping

Spends the whole year noting down everything you like to find the perfect gift

Then spends weeks coordinating with a bakery for your birthday cake

He doesn’t have social media to post you on but allows you to post a couple picture on yours

Takes you out for a private romantic dinner

Refuses to admit to anyone outside your relationship he’s a softie

Writes basically a novel of how much he loves you on your birthday card

But hides his face while you read it

Takes you out the week before your birthday to buy your birthday outfit

Plans the whole day down to your breakfast to your bedtime

Takes all the stress out the day for you and you love it

Pampers you all day from massages to candles lighting the apartment

Aegon

Aegon defiantly did not forget he just did not remember

He only starts planning a few days before but feels so bad he basically buys the whole shop

Prefers to stay in with you on your birthday and cook for you

he tried to make a proper three course meal then ends up ordering your favourite takeaway

insists of baking the cake though and shockingly comes out good if maybe a bit missshapen

Makes you a Spotify mix tape playlist for your birthday

Calls you at midnight to scream happy birthday down the phone at you

Shows up with balloons and the biggest card he can find

His snap story is 20 snaps long and all of you

Gives you a coupon book of tasks he’ll do from sex favours to massages which you cash all in on night one

Will do whatever you tell him to do the whole day

Buys you a birthday crown and sash and forces you to wear it everywhere

Dramatically proclaims himself your servant and bows to your every whim

Puts gifts in gift bags because he just knows he wont be able to wrap it properly

Despite the rush to buy he always seems to find the perfect presents even if a little odd but  who doesn’t need a burrito themed blanket?

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[polydeuces]

Beautiful Feeling

Matthew gray Gubler x fem! Reader

chapter 6 : just a little longer

faceclaim – elsa hosk

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@keepingupwiththegublers : Fashion icon, Y/n L/n, seen strutting around New York City. The vultures (aka paparazzi) caught up with her. She was immediately bombarded by questions; and she answered none of them. Just kept walking. Badass energy we all aspire to have.

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mggupdates: icon.

justy/n: she’s so strong like the things they were yelling at her woulda made me slap them. she deserves better but she handled it like a boss

enews: paparazzi by lady gaga energy

everyonelovesy/n: I know gube was listening to cinema and thinking of y/n i just KNOW it 💅

y/nsbigtoe: I’m so in love with this woman

purpletiegublerguy: I love her sense of style honestly like gube and y/n/n have the best outfits ever!

gublerarchive: omg i saw the video!!!! they were being so intrusive.. asking her questions about her pregnancy and her sex life and just everything personal.. gross gross gross!! 💔🤮

tmz: she is the king of not answering questions

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gublergram: at home playing cards and listening to harry’s house. rest and relaxation before the baby is here. ps. y/n has watched, listened, and screamed about every interview and live performance that has gone on this week and in the past few months, in regards to Harry's House.

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thisisy/n: letting you know now that since H read that bedtime story i have saved it and will be playing it for our baby every night. enjoy.

danielhenney: Who won?

⤷ gublergram: the cat. she used her magical powers!

lovely/n: is everyone okay? because after this post i think we all, as a community, will be sliding down the wall..

spotify: y/n really said, “stream harry’s house”

⤷ gublergram: as a family we agree that.. harry only creates “bops” as y/n says, whatever that means.

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y/n’svinylcollection: stopping by to say that y/n better have gotten the some merch & the target exclusive / limited edition vinyls.. 😏 ⤷ thisisy/n: i did indeed get everything i could! been a fan since the 1D days 💙

keepingupwiththegublers: she’s just like us fr 🥰

ajcook: okay but how’s no one gonna mention y/n’s comment.. that’s adorable!

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thisisy/n: matilda - this song rips out your heart then repairs it and puts it back. to relate to this song and also be a mom is a whole other experience for me. i want my child to feel like family is the people and places that make you feel at home, that make you feel like you can be anything you want, love anyone you want, and chase any dreams you have. i want my child to know that they are free to grow and free to explore yet know that no matter what they can always come back home. family for me wasn’t who i was related to but rather the people who treated me like a family should. it was deeper than blood. as a mom, i wish nothing but happiness and good health for my baby no matter what that may look like. matilda is a piece of art, someone’s story, that is held carefully by those who feel it’s impact. thank you H, thank you for this song and for everything. and finally, thank you to my chosen family. i love you.

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ajcook: from one mother to another.. you are always learning and growing with your child. It's not always glamorous but it is the best thing to ever happen. you become a better person and love like you never have before. you will be/are such a great mom and we all have your back. i love you more than anything, y/n.

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karamo: I can’t stop crying!

spaceykacey: who’s gotta tissue also some red wine and ginger ale? I love you babe

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brittney_broski: GIRL IM LITERALLY SOBBING SO HARD RIGHT NOW OMG IM IN LOVE!! u spoke for every single harrie there is and every parent. love you mama, stay happy and healthy! ⤷ thisisy/n: you meeting and giving harry such a warm and loving hug.. that was for all of us in broski nation! love you lots! can't wait for the next town hall meeting 🥰

gublergram: i have never been more proud to call you mine. you are the strongest person i know and it is an honor to create something so magical with you. you are not the funniest (i am) but you're the second funniest gubler. to you. to us. to family.

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vogue: your transparency with pregnancy and being a parent is something so many people will look up to and appreciate. you are a force of nature - we adore you! ⤷ thisisy/n: kisses to you, vogue! can't wait to share more in our interview coming out soon ;) xoxo

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[watermelonlovershigh]

Soft Bedtime Sex (SMUT)

AN: this starts off similar to my one shot called You Get Tired During Sex & Harry Has to Take Over (SMUT) but is different in most every other aspect. just thought of this idea and thought i would write on it. plus, soft sex is my favorite.

This story contains: sexual intercourse, soft sex, comfort, fluff

{ husband!harry - soft!harry - no kids }

After your nightly shower, you disrupt Harry's nightly reading when you crawl up his lap on the bed which leads to some slow, soft, and sleepy sex.

Every night before sleep, Harry enjoys reading a book to help him wind down and relax. You always respect that and allow him to read his book while he sits up in bed and flips through each paper page.

Usually while Harry's reading, you're either taking your nightly shower or finishing doing some cleaning in the kitchen from where you had dinner. Tonight, it happens to be you taking a hot steamy shower before bed.

Showers before bed always make you sleepy so it's like your natural form of sleep aid. But tonight as you get out of the shower smelling fresh and clean, you begin to crave touch from your husband. You haven't been intimate in a few days due to your busy schedules and seeing Harry shirtless with his reading glasses on, leaning against the headboard, and a book in his large delicate hands, you want nothing more than to crawl up into his lap and have some soft bedtime sex.

Soft bedtime sex is what you call sex between Harry and yourself when its late at night and you both are fairy sleepy so the sex is all cuddly and soft, which is your most favorite. You've never felt the need to have rough sex to get off. Slow and more intimate sex makes you orgasm just fine or even better because you feel emotionally connected to Harry, more so than if he was manhandling your body or pounding into you relentlessly.

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After your shower, you decide to dress in only your silk robe because you know clothes won't matter in a few minutes anyways. You brush your teeth and comb a few tangles out of your damp hair before opening the bathroom door to step into your bedroom. As soon as the bathroom door opens, Harry turns his head away from the book he's reading and looks up at your beautiful figure. He gives a small smile and resumes reading in his book.

You don't want to make it too obvious that you want sex but you also need to make it very clear you want sex. So the only thing you can think of doing is crawl up the bed and sit on Harry's lap, which you do exactly. But because he has both hands up in front of himself to hold up the book, you lean down and maneuver your body under his arms, laying your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his upper back.

This isn't unusual behavior because you often enjoy laying on Harry's chest while he reads before sleep. It's when you start laying gentle kisses to the exposed skin of his neck that Harry gets the idea you may want something more than just a cuddle tonight. "What, what are you doing love?" Harry stutters, slowly being turned on by your lips on his skin.

You part your mouth from Harry's skin slightly and with your hot breath fanning over his neck, you whisper, "Want you Harry. Need you to touch me please." Once said, you realize how desperate you sound but you feel comfortable enough around your husband to not get embarrassed for needing his touch. It's normal to feel needy for your partner in a sexual sense. Especially when you love the sex you have together, which you very much do.

"Yeah, you're horny aren't you. Hum?" Harry questions knowingly, just to tease you. You nod shyly, burring your face deep into the warm skin of his neck, and that's when you hear Harry shut his hardback book and remove his reading glasses from his gorgeous face. Now Harry can properly attend to your needs, which he'll gladly do anytime of day.

Harry takes each of his hands and carefully grabs each side of your face, pulling you out from his neck so you can look at him clearly. Once your face to face, Harry gives you another small grin before crashing his lips to yours and you happily meld your lips with his. As you're passionately kissing, Harry begins to get handsy and reaches down to tug at the strings that hold your silk robe together.

When your robe is untied, Harry blindly slides each sleeve off your shoulders in the most delicate way possible, leaving chills to run up your spine. You move your arms to allow the robe to slip off your body completely, leaving you naked in his lap. Then you pull away from his lips and pant out, "Need you naked too now."

Harry giggles before replying, "Alright, alright, patients love. How do you want to do this? What position?" That's something you absolutely love about Harry. He always asks you what position you want instead of doing what he wants without seeing your wishes first.

"Wanna be on top if that's okay." you say.

"Course that's fine, love," Harry comments sweetly and takes his hands down to pull his boxers off from his ass, freeing his now hard cock, and kicking the article of clothing off once they're at his ankles. You reach down and press his dick flat on his lower tummy and position yourself over it to glide your wet pussy on the throbbing shaft.

Harry glances down at your movements and gasps out a, "Shit, that feels so fucking good, babe." You place both hands on his shoulders and continue rubbing your cunt along his cock, making you throw your head back when your clit gets stimulated just right.

Then when you're tired of the teasing, you lift yourself up by planting your knees into the mattress on both sides of Harry's narrow hips and he grabs ahold of himself and aligns his dick to your dripping entrance. When you feel his tip nudge your hole, you begin to sink down, making you hum, "Mhmm." from how much Harry's filling you up.

Inch by inch Harry gradually fills you up with his girthy and long lengthened cock and it feels so good that you fall forward, making your boobs press to his tattooed chest. You rest your head on Harry's shoulder again and continue to sink down until you're bottomed out and his cock touches the deepest spot within you.

Harry waits patiently in pain for you to adjust for a few minutes, knowing its been a couple of days since you last had sex. Then when you feel ready, you start rocking your hips back and forth on his cock, body still flushed with his as he's still sat upright and his back is against the headboard.

His cock is penetrating your pussy so well that you want to scream. But instead of screaming, you whine to Harry, "God, feels so good. You always take care of my body so well. Make me feel so good and loved during sex."

Harry wraps his arms around your naked back to feel even closer to you in the moment and then whispers in your ear, "Course I take care of your body, darling. We all have needs and I'm happy you're vocal about yours so I know you need taking care of. Feel so good for me too. So tight and wet around my cock."

Hearing him say those words makes you feel near orgasm already. It's just something about Harry's soothing British accent that always turns you on but especially during sex. It's the most calming voice to be heard and as silly as it sounds, his voice makes you feel safe.

Eventually your hips start to burn and Harry can visibly see your body giving out. So that's when he heaves, "Love, let me flip us over and you be on bottom. That way I can take care of you because I know you're getting tired, alright."

"M'kay." is all you reply with and Harry grips your body tight in his arms and carefully flips you over while somehow staying deep inside your pussy. Then once he's on top, you wrap your arms and legs around his body and tug him down on you all the way, wanting to keep that closeness you shared moments ago. Harry happily falls down and presses his body with yours as he's now in control. And being in control means its his turn to thrust into you and make you feel good.

With his face shoved in your lovely smelling neck, Harry retracts his hips and thrusts forward, making you claw at his back muscles. Each thrust he makes is deep and hard but the movements it's self isn't fast at all. The sex is still fairly slow pace but you wouldn't necessarily call this making love. It's more or less just lazy from you both being sleepy.

Harry's knees are bent and planted into the mattress like how yours were earlier to help him give you the upmost pleasure with his cock. You can feel him panting his hot breath on your skin. A thin layer of sweat is building on his forehead as he concentrates on your body. Everything starts to become too much and you really feel your orgasm approaching.

"Har...ugh fuck. I'm gonna come baby. Can't hold off." you cry out, wanting to last longer because everything feels so good and you don't want it to end, but also you're so incredibly sensitive and turned on that it's almost painful to hold back any more.

Harry raises his face from your neck and hoovers it above yours. He looks down at your strained face and wants to let you know that it's okay to come. That you're in safe hands and don't need to worry about a thing. Sometimes that's something he knows you need to hear, that your safe and can let go. You think its stupid your mind and body works like that but Harry loves that you need that confirmation to be vulnerable, even if your married.

"You can come my love. I'm here, and you're safe. Just let go around my cock f'me." That's all it took for you to arch your back and let go. As you orgasm washes over your body, you grind upwards to stimulate your clit on Harry's hairy mound to get as much pleasure as humanly possible. And feeling your walls flutter around his dick, Harry comes as well. His toes curl into the sheets and his body jerks out of pure reaction.

Your head is thrown back onto Harry's pillow beneath you and you scream out loud, "Ughhh ...... ahhhh. Mhmm fuck." You slowly stop grinding upwards when your clit becomes too sensitive and Harry's hips gradually slow down as his orgasm finishes. Then his body falls lax and his weight is laid on your body fully. But you don't mind because you enjoy the heaviness it brings.

You both lay there in silence, Harry soft inside your pussy, trying to catch your breaths. Then when your breath evens out, Harry sits up and looks down at your entire body that's trembling still from the aftershocks of your release. He leans his head to yours and hungrily connects his rosy lips to yours. After sex kisses are some of your favorite so you relish in this heated moment.

Harry's one hand cradles your jaw and his other hand brushes through your flowing hair that's behind you. Slowly, the kiss stops but your mouths stay together. Then Harry whispers in your mouth, "I love you so much."

The love you feel for this man in this moment makes you literally hold back tears. You just love Harry so much and being connecting like this physically make you feel so special in every way possible. You whisper right back, "Love you too. Thank you for this. Just missed you s'all."

"Thank me for what?" he questions in a slow, languished voice.

You take a deep breath before explaining, "For being the best husband anyone could ask for. You make me feel so loved every day and you know how I need to feel safe during sex and you always do that. Couldn't be more thankful with how attentive you are with my body."

"Babyyy," Harry elongates the vowel, "you're gonna make me cry. Of course I make you feel safe during sex. Sex is a very vulnerable thing to share with someone and everyone partaking in it should be comfortable at all times. And course I'm attentive. Want to make sure you're enjoying yourself and feel loved through-out."

You connect your lips together for one final peck before Harry slowly slips his soft penis out of your cunt and then walks on wobbly legs to the bathroom to get a cloth and clean you up.

Once you're all clean and dry, you decide to stay naked and Harry does the same. So he climbs back into bed and reaches to turn the lamp off before pulling the duvet over your bare bodies. You turn on your side and Harry spoons your from behind. Then you both fall fast asleep from the exhaustion that's running through your bodies.

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A Vampire and a Witch Walk Into a Bar

So this is my first story back? My first complete fic in how long? I’m not sure but I had an idea and went with it and before I knew it this thing was 15 pages long. In honor of spooky season here’s my first ever Halloween-ish fic. Also this wasn’t proof-read so I apologize for any mistakes, I’m quite rusty. Also I’ve been on a vampire diaries kick lately so this story is influenced by the show.

WARNINGS: Harry Styles x female reader, graphic violence somewhat, blood, gore, smut, female receiving, unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it folks

Being immortal could be quite annoying. Some would call it a blessing to know you’re going to live forever. You don’t put into account everything you suffer. Once you see your loved ones pass away you’re afraid to get close to anyone again. It was a lesson Harry had to learn the hard way. Not only did he have to leave his beloved village in fear of the townspeople discovering his true self, he had to leave his mother and sister behind. He remembered the night he was bitten. It was late, he had worked later than he originally intended at the town’s blacksmith shop. The night was cold, his loose shirt providing no warmth whatsoever. He was almost home when he heard what sounded like crying coming from the forest near his small house. Against his better judgement he trekked closer to the sound, in fear it was a child that had gotten lost in the woods. He should have told his mother where he was going but in hindsight he would have never forgiven himself if anything happened to her. If she had to bear the curse that was placed upon him.

Harry usually avoided the woods, even in the daytime he didn’t enjoy exploring the thick forest when he was a child. He remembered tales his mother used to tell him and his sister before bedtime and they always involved dark creatures and monsters living amongst the trees. As he walked further into the forest under the moonlight he realized he should have listened to his mother’s stories. The crying had stopped, all he could hear were the snapping of twigs and the occasional hoot of an owl. His skin erupted with goosebumps as his heart began to pound in his chest. Maybe he just heard a wounded animal in its final moments. He was about to turn around and head home when he felt it, sharp pain in the side of his neck. All he could do was scream, thrashing his arms in a pitiful attempt at throwing whatever was attacking him off. 

Finally the pain in his neck was lifted but was soon replaced by a searing burning. He collapsed onto the wet earth, writhing in pain as the poison swept through his veins. At some point he must have passed out only to wake up hours later. It was almost morning but he still had the cover of darkness. The pain was gone only to be replaced with a deep hunger, one he had never experienced before. Rising to his feet his hunger led him through the woods back into his village. All he could focus on was his thirst, nothing else mattered. Unfortunately he came in contact with a farmer who had gone out to start his day by tending to his cows. “Harry?” The older man asked.

Harry didn’t even acknowledge the man. At that moment he didn’t know the man, he wasn’t a friend, he wasn’t even a person. The man was a meal. Harry launched at him, gripping the man’s coat to keep him from fleeing. The man’s scream erupted in Harry’s ear as he fed on the man’s blood. Slowly his screams and sobs softened until the man went limp in Harry’s arms. Once he had his fill he dropped the poor soul with a sickening thud. The red blood dripped down his chin onto his white shirt. Only then did he realize what he had done, what he had become. He noticed the sun peaking over the horizon, soon everyone would be waking up and surely his first victim’s body would be found. He had to run, he had to get away before anyone could be the wiser. With that Harry left with the searing memory of his first kill.

Harry had to adjust to the times. He was a hippy sixties, wore bell bottoms and danced the disco in the seventies. It almost scared him how easy it was to blend into society. No one suspected he was a monster, no one was intimidated by him until he bared his red eyes and his fangs and by that point it was too late for the poor soul. In the years that followed since his transformation he changed within while his exterior remained the same. He wasn’t the same warm, caring human. He had to become harder, he couldn’t let anything affect him. The moment feelings came into the picture he could get himself killed.

The only person who he possibly let in was Y/N and she wasn’t totally a normal person. He remembered the first time he saw her. Or at least he remembered what he thought was the first time. He was instantly attracted to her, something about her being was like a lighthouse in a sea of fog. Harry had to stop himself from doing something reckless, opting to try to woo her properly. Now Harry wasn’t one to become attached to anyone, especially a potential meal, again feelings made his life complicated. Even though Harry was a monster by definition he never killed anyone that didn’t deserve it. Over the years he learned to control his cravings, feeding but only to quench his thirst. Of course sometimes he went too far but in his opinion they had it coming. He only killed truly terrible people, murderers, rapists, anyone that hurt a child, those were always the ones he went after, even if in his opinion their blood tasted dirty.

That was why he wanted Y/N so bad. Just from her smell he knew she would be sweet. He wanted to devore her. In the hours after meeting he bought her drinks, feigning to be just as tipsy as she was. At some point she suggested leaving the bar which he eagerly agreed. Hand in hand they stepped into the cool evening. She leaned into him allowing him to smell her sweet vanilla scent mixed with whatever mixed cocktail she had consumed. Normally Harry could control himself, hold off until he had a few orgasms before he fed but with her he couldn’t wait. Pulling her into an alley he pushed her up against a wall. The breath was almost knocked out of her but was instantly covered up by his mouth. His bottom lip was slotted between hers. He heard her moan allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. Her hands drifted into his hair, her nails scratching down his scalp until they rested on the back of his neck.

Harry was experienced, that much he couldn’t deny but with her he felt like he was a virgin all over again and she was the first girl he kissed. He was consumed with her. Pushing one of his legs between hers he pressed his body against her. He could have waited, gotten her in a more comfortable place instead of a cold brick wall but he could feel his fangs lengthen. Pulling away from her mouth his lips pressed down her neck until he found his favorite spot to bite. Just as he was about to sink his teeth into her flesh he felt a sharp pain in his head, a loud ringing that brought him to his knees. Letting out a loud groan he looked up at the woman above him. “God, sometimes I forget how easy it is to bring a vampire to his knees.” She scoffed, placing one hand on her hip.

“What?” The pain had stopped but now he was just full of confusion.

“My coven always warned me vampires would attack when you’re the most vulnerable but I thought you would at least wait until after we slept together.” She explained, crouching down until she was eye level with him. “Plus I’m kind of offended you don’t remember me.”

Harry prided himself on his excellent memory but when you were as old as he was some memories would slip through the cracks. He looked back up at the woman, racking his brain from where he had known her. Then it hit him, it was Y/N, a young witch he met years before. “Y/N?”

“About time you come to your senses.” She giggled.

“You could have told me that before you went all witchy on me. I’m gonna have a headache for days now.” He whined.

“And miss out on the chance to see how desperate you get when you’re hungry?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You haven’t seen anything, love, I was just playing with my food.”

“Yeah, yeah, just admit I beat you up so we can move on with our lives.”

“How did you even know it was me?”

“Considering you look exactly the same as the last time I saw you? It was pretty easy to remember you, Styles.”

“I didn’t even tell you my name after...after that day.” It was a memory he knew pained her.

“I could recognize you anywhere. You’re the one that couldn’t remember me, truly I should be the offended one.”

“Well in my defense you’ve...filled out since the last time I saw you.” He made it a point to look her body up and down.

Y/N placed her hands on her hips. “You’re way too old to be thinking like that.”

And that was how Harry became entangled with an infuriating witch with a beautiful smile and intoxicating scent. They had been reunited after years apart. Harry never forgot about the young witch he helped when she was just a teenager, a memory he knew she didn’t like to relive. Even though Harry still had to travel, never to get comfortable in one spot he allowed himself to visit her much to her annoyance. “Harry, you break another one of my bottle of crocodile tears. I will hang you by your ankles.” She warned. 

“Oh come on, love, making a crocodile cry can’t be too hard.” He chuckled, placing his feet up on her desk.

“Really? I know your boots are GUCCI but they’re still sitting on my list of incantations.” 

“Like you haven’t memorized them by now. How old are you again? How were the Salem Witch Trials for an actual witch?”

“I’m not as old as you, weren’t you around for the Stone Age?”

“I came after the cavemen, I’ll have you know.” Pointing a ringed finger in her direction he watched as she went back to organizing her bottles of ingredients. “What are you making anyway?”

“None of your business.” 

“Are you about to bring someone back from the dead? If so, give me a warning first, a corpse is quite revolting when they come out of the ground.”

“I’m not bringing anyone back from the dead, I’m just working on something for a client.”

Harry never admitted it to her but he was always fascinated by her doing magic. Even if he didn’t understand the language, he didn’t even know what type of spell she was casting. Besides if he asked she wouldn’t tell him something about witch, client confidentiality. “Who would I tell, love?”

“Harry, don’t make me feel sad that I’m the only person you aggregate.” She quipped. 

“You know you love it. I make your life exciting, just admit it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You distracting me from my work isn’t what I call exciting.”

“Without me you would be locked up in the back of your shop, surrounded by your books and muttering whatever language it is you use.”

“Me actually getting work done doesn’t sound like a bad thing.” She laughed. 

“Maybe I would stop distracting you if you actually told me what you were working on.”

“You know I can’t do that.” She told him, her eyes tracing over the page.

“But why?” 

Y/N sighed, dropping her hands to stop her cast. “You should know by now supernatural creatures aren’t supposed to be real. If humanity found out about us it would be the end of all of us. You, me, and everyone else I help. If I don’t talk to you about my clients I keep their secrecy, I keep their trust.”

“So you wouldn’t tell anyone about me?” Even during a conversation so serious he had to make it humorous. 

“Depends on the day.” She said, arching one of her eyebrows. 

“You don’t even see me every day. When I’m gone you know you look forward to me coming to visit.”

Y/N glanced back at the shelf where she kept her collectibles. Wherever Harry went he would always pick up a souvenir just small enough to fit in his carry on, a glass elephant from India, a woven handmade basket from Africa, a Kabuki face mask from Japan. At first she was confused about the gifts. “Why are you giving me this?” She held a boomerang in her hands, what the hell was she supposed to do with a boomerang? 

Harry shrugged. “Just things to remind you of me when I’m not in a town.”

“It’s just more clutter in my office.” She muttered even if she didn’t totally mean it. She started placing them on the shelf close to her desk. Even if she called the items ‘junk’ Harry noticed that shelf being the only shelf that was always free of dust. And the items were always rearranged so older trinkets could be up front and then they were rotated. She hated to admit it, and would never tell him, but she did enjoy them. They meant Harry thought about her when he was away and then kept them safe until he got home to give them to her. 

“Enough about my work, how long are you in town for?” She asked, giving up on her spell for the moment.

“A few weeks and since it’s my first night in town you know where we need to go.”

Y/N dropped her shoulders. “I thought you were stocked.”

“That was months ago, love, I need to hold myself over until I leave the city.”

Rolling her eyes she agreed. “Fine, but let’s go later when there’s not many people out.”

“I’m a vampire, darling, I do my best work at night, remember?”

“You actually work in the day now since you were able to keep track of your daylight ring.”

Harry glanced down at the piece of jewelry that easily blended in with his various rings. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“You lost three of them! At one point I considered just letting you burn alive.”

“Like creating a daylight ring is that exhausting. You just close your eyes and focus on a ring, I provide the jewelry, love.”

Y/N scoffed. “Vampires.”

“Wha?’” He asked, feigning being offended at her tone.

He heard her mumble something about ‘vampires not understanding the complexity of magic’ as she went about her business. It was a rant he had heard many times before. He tried to argue she didn’t understand what it meant to be a vampire which didn’t go over well. “Really? ‘Huh, I’m hungry, let me go bite someone, suck their blood, and compel them to forget me.’” She said in a horrible English accent in a poor attempt at mimicking him.

“For one, I don’t sound like that.” He said, holding up a single finger to make his point. “Second, there’s more to it than just walking up to someone and biting them. That’s a good way to get a stake in the heart.”

“Since you’re in the US it’s also a good way to catch a bullet.”

Now there was no agreement between them for Y/N to help him. Did she consider him a friend? Some days, maybe but that didn’t mean she had to help him break into a blood bank and steal a cooler full of bags of fresh blood. Consider it her good heart at work but she couldn’t let him starve. She also helped him because of one big reason, it was thanks to Harry she was able to remain in her hometown. She was able to keep her shop, the one place that she felt sane. The only thing that remained in her life that kept her together.

She hated remembering that time in her life. Y/N was an exceptional witch, she excelled in her spells, mastered incantations at a young age, she was on track to become the leader of her coven before she turned twenty one. Then everything came crashing down. Magic is one of the most seductive drugs imaginable. Once you have a taste you want more, most witches are able to control the urge to obtain more power. Then there are some that give into their cravings, like a new vampire searching for their first taste of blood. When witches are young, before they even cast their first spell, they learn the laws of magic. It is drilled into their heads the dangers of too much power, elders tried to teach children that a strong coven is the ultimate strength to a witch. Her cousin however had other ideas. He would tell her all the time covens only held powerful witches back. “You don’t know what you’re talking about Oli.” She told him. They couldn’t have been older than ten when he first started telling her what he wanted.

Y/N was the daughter of their coven leader, something Oliver always envied. His father was the second in line before Y/N was born and with how she was able to control her magic he knew there was no chance she would be passed over as the leader. Oliver would never become what he deserved. “You don’t get it. You get everything handed to you.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “I work just as hard as you during our lessons.”

“It just comes easy for you!” He screamed, the glass windows began to shake from his outburst.

If there was one thing Y/N regretted more in her life it was the fact she never warned her family about Oliver’s tantrums. She never told anyone about the threats he made or his ideas about gaining more power. She just always thought he was frustrated about their lessons and needed a break. As they grew he began to distance himself more, isolating himself from the coven and Y/N mostly. When Y/N was seventeen, a few days before her eighteenth birthday she decided to take a trip with a friend from her neighborhood. It was one of the only human friends she was allowed to have. She packed a bag, gave her parents a kiss and then went out of town. Everything about that weekend was amazing, she had more fun than she had in years. Training had gotten more intense as she got older, it was one of the rare breaks she had. 

When she returned home there was nothing that could have prepared her for what she saw. The house was dark, something that never happened with her parents and all of her siblings home. As she walked through the front door the smell of blood hit her, almost sending her to her knees. Covering her mouth she stumbled through the house, every room contained a body, a member of her family. She found her mother in the kitchen. “Mommy?” She cried, barely able to contain her sobs anymore.

Collapsing beside her mother’s head she hesitantly reached out, hoping by some miracle she had survived. “Mom…” She whispered, her tears falling on her mom’s face.

She jumped in surprise when her mom’s eyes opened. “Y/N?” Her voice was so soft.

“Mom, mom, I’m here.” Y/N was near a panic attack. 

“Y/N, take my hand.” Y/N instantly grasped her mother’s hand. 

Nothing could have prepared Y/N for the rush of magic coursing through her. It wasn’t necessarily painful but overwhelming. When it was over she could barely hold herself up. “Mom…?”

“You...now hold the power of our coven.” Her mom told her before her grip on her hand went limp.

Y/N began to cry as she watched the life leave her mother’s eyes. “No...no.”

“So sad isn’t it?” A new voice said, making Y/N jump in surprise.

Spinning around she saw Oliver standing in the doorway, his clothes saturated with blood. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home.” 

“Oli...what did you do?” She asked, her voice trembling.

“I did what I had to do.” He sneered. “I told you a long time ago covens only hold us back, Y/N.”

“So you murdered all of them?!” She cried. “There were children in this house! They hadn’t even cast their first levitation spell!”

Oli leaned against the doorframe. “I suppose you’re right but they only got in the way. Poor things thought they could stop me with their not even developed powers. It was pathetic really.”

Y/N’s sorrow only grew into fury. With one last glance at her mother she stood up, her power swirling inside of her. “What are you going to do, Y/N? Fight me?”

Y/N didn’t speak, only held up her hand and without much effort knocked Oliver backwards sending him flying off the back porch. He landed with a harsh thud, knocking the wind out of him. By now Y/N was seeing red, she wasn’t even aware she was levitating towards him. “I want to see what you did.” She whispered.

Oliver sat up on his elbows. Before he could reply she grasped his head forcing her power through him until they were transported back to Saturday night. Her family was home along with some of her cousins, aunts, uncles, even her grandparents. Just what Oliver was planning on. He found her father first. Y/N watched in horror as Oliver went room by room striking down anyone that he came in contact with. She almost threw up when he came up behind her grandparents and slit their throats. She couldn’t understand why no one even tried to fight back. “How?” She asked.

“At first they were just shocked but then with a little charm I found in a dark magic book they were unable to use their magic against me.” He explained.

Watching him kill the children was tough, they didn’t stand a chance against him. Even when they tried to hide he easily found them. He saved her mother for last, knowing losing her would be the biggest hit to Y/N. “You killed your own parents.” She choked out.

“They got in the way.” He sneered.

Y/N still couldn’t wrap her mind around his intentions. “Why?”

“You should really read up on your dark magic, Y/N, with how amazing you are. I'm surprised you haven’t looked it up sooner. A witch can absorb the power of it’s coven only after every member is dead.”

Now she understood why he waited for her to get home. He needed to kill her to complete the spell. “Not happening.” She knew why her mother transferred her power. Y/N was going to need it to defeat her cousin.

She had never been in a duel like this before. Oliver easily overpowered her in fighting magic, Y/N never really found a need in this kind of magic. With the new power coursing through her she also found it harder to control. After finding her footing she was able to send him back, crashing into her neighbor’s fence. It only made her sick when she heard him laughing. “I have to admit, I’m a little impressed. You’re lucky your bitch of a mother absorbed everyone’s power.”

Something in Y/N snapped, she saw red. Magic ran through her veins as she picked his body up until he was floating in the air. Tears ran down her face as she whispered. “This is for my family.” 

She heard the crack of his neck before his body fell to the ground with a satisfying thud. It was over, she was the last remaining member of his family. The weight of it came crashing down on her. She was about to fall over when she noticed them, members of her neighborhood were filtering out of their homes. They had witnessed the entire thing. “Oh no.” She muttered.

She could hear the whispers from where she sat. How in the world was she going to explain this? Panic was rising inside of her when a deep voice told her to go inside. “What…?” Looking up she saw a curly haired man with beautiful green eyes.

“Just go inside, let me handle this.” He told her.

Y/N was in no state to argue. Rising to her feet she stumbled back into the house. When she made it back she closed the door, but found herself looking out the window. She watched in amazement as the man approached her neighbors. They were probably planning their own version of a Salem Witch Trial and a way to set her on fire. She wished she could hear what he was saying. He was animated with his hands but within a few minutes her neighbors just nodded their heads and walked back to their homes. Was this man also a witch? 

She eagerly opened the door for him as he approached her house. “What did you do?”

“I compelled them to forget everything they had just seen.” He explained. “Took a little longer than it usually does but I got the job done.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed. “Compulsion? You’re a vampire?”

Everything Y/N had heard about vampires was bad. They were bloodsucking monsters that killed for fun. “Stay away from me.”

“That’s one way of saying thank you.” He said.

“You’re a vampire.” She repeated. 

“And you’re an orphaned witch, so now that we’re done with formalities can we move on?”

Y/N’s eyes watered, making him pause. “Sorry.” He mumbled. “I smelled all the blood from miles away. When I got here I heard your psycho cousin tell the story about when he killed your family.”

“And you helped me, why?”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I know what kind of stories you must have heard about my kind but believe it or not some of us have traces of our humanity left.” He admitted. “And I don’t take kindly to those that kill children.”

She didn’t even know this man’s name but she allowed him to help move the bodies of her family members. He instructed her to call the police and when they arrived he compelled a story. Oliver went on a psychotic break and murdered the family, conveniently leaving out the elements of magic. It all ended when Y/N came home and another fight ensued. Y/N killed him self defense. The police obviously believed the story and with that the man’s work was done. In the chaos of coroners picking up the bodies he disappeared. She didn’t even have the chance to thank him for helping her. It was probably for the best though, he was a vampire after all.

In the years that followed Y/N had to learn how to control her magic all over again.  She went back to basics, reading every one of her old books and spells. Practice made perfect, even if she felt like a newbie witch all over again. Then late at night she thought about the handsome vampire that basically saved her life. Without him there’s no telling what her neighbors would have done. Surely she would have been run out of town at least. She never even got his name, she never got the chance to thank him. 

So that night at the bar she was beyond surprised to see him. He hadn’t aged a day of course and in a new light and without the devastating circumstances Y/N was able to appreciate how good looking the vampire was. Curly hair that appeared to be recently cut, sea foam green eyes, and a crooked smile that surely got him whatever he wanted. So Y/N took a chance, made her way over to him only to find out he hadn’t remembered her like she did him. Maybe she reacted poorly, sending him to his knees with her magic but she was angry. She quickly got over it, she was basically forced to since Harry began to visit her bookshop to pester her. Would she call it a friendship? She wasn’t sure, he was more like a thorn in her side she didn’t quite want to get rid of.

She did reconsider her feelings for him when he forced her to accompany him to a blood bank. “I don’t see why you need me.” She complained every time.

“Because you can open the door with your little witchy powers.” He told her, waving his hand as if he was casting a spell.

“For one, I don’t wave my hands like that when I’m using magic.” She snapped.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at her. “Are you sure about that, love?”

“I hate you.” She muttered.

She heard him chuckle as he directed her towards the door. Unlocking doors was easy, she could do it with a flick of her wrist. Once the door was open they walked down the long corridor to where the blood was stored. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Harry holding his cooler as if he was on his way to a frat party. “How many do you need anyway?” She asked quietly.

“Why are you whispering?” He asked.

“Because...what if there’s a guard?”

“There is one, a very nice gentleman that just turned seventy.”

“You didn’t bite him, did you?” She demanded.

Harry rolled his eyes. “If I bit him I wouldn’t need to break into a blood bank at eleven o’clock at night.” He explained. “I merely...compelled him to look the other way when myself and a beautiful woman came visiting tonight.”

“I feel like compulsion is worse than biting someone.”

“What? Forcing someone to go against their will to do your bidding is such a terrible thing? That’s worse than forcibly sucking the blood from their veins.”

“Ok, you don’t have to be gross. Now go in there and get your B positive so we can go.”

“Ugh, you know I’m more of an O positive man, love.”

“Whatever, go on.”

It felt like hours before Harry returned with his stolen bags. “So they’re not gonna notice seven bags suddenly missing?” She asked.

“Also compelled the nurses to look the other way.” He told her as they stepped outside.

“Of course you did.”

“So what now?”

“What now...I am going back to my store while you go off and drink till your heart’s delight.”

“Why don’t you come have a drink with me?”

Y/N gagged. “Ew, Harry.”

“Not blood, you bellend, come to a bar with me. I feel like I only ever see you in your dark, spooky office. Come out with me.”

“Harry…”

“I’ll buy you every round.”

“Ok, sounds great.” She agreed, making him laugh under his breath.

Since he was buying, Y/N allowed him to choose where they went. Harry wasn’t a fan of loud, pulsing nightclubs. He quite enjoyed a smaller, hole in the wall bar. True to his word he bought their first round and then the second. Harry was quite amused to see how giggly she was after a few drinks. “Having fun, love?”

He also noticed how easily she blushed once the alcohol hit her bloodstream. “I am having fun, actually.”

“Better than working in your shop?”

“Why do you hate my shop so much?” She shot back.

“I don’t hate your shop. I just feel like you could use more of your talents elsewhere. You have your whole life ahead of you and you insist on staying behind those few walls.”

“Like you? You spend your days traveling the world, never in the same spot twice.”

“Actually when you’re as old as I am I’ve been forced to travel to the same place...multiple times. Even though Greece is never boring.”

“You’re just saying that because you love Mamma Mia.”

“It’s a catchy soundtrack, sue me.”

“Why are you so concerned about me being in my shop though?”

Harry leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I just don’t understand. You’re a beautiful woman with no connections, nothing holding you back. But you insist on staying in the same place, casting your spells, and not truly living.”

He noticed how her face fell slightly, her smile disappeared and he noticed her eyes appear glassy. “I guess...I guess I don’t want to leave the place I feel the most connected to my family.”

Harry nodded, looking down at his near empty glass. “Have I ever told you about my family?”

Y/N’s head cocked to the side. “No?”

“Figured as much, it’s a subject I don’t really enjoy talking about...or even think about.” He began. “After I was bitten I fled my home, my country, I feared what would happen to me, my mum, and my sister if everyone in my village discovered what happened to me. My life became a blur of hiding, feeding in the dark, and adjusting to my new life. I only ever returned to my home town after I was sure I had myself under control. Unfortunately it took almost seventy years.”

“Why so long?”

Partly because I feared anyone would recognize me. Going home and someone who’s aged so much seeing me who barely looks a day over twenty five? Not really my intention. Also it was because...I didn’t think I could handle seeing my mum again. How could I explain to her why I disappeared without so much as a letter to say goodbye?”

“So what did you find when you went back?”

Harry frowned. “I found my mother’s grave and then my sister’s. They died a few days apart. I asked around and was told shortly after I left my village was hit with a terrible virus. My mother and sister unfortunately didn’t survive.”

“I’m so sorry, Harry.”

He quickly shook off his feelings of sadness. “And that’s why I don’t stay in one place for too long. No connections.”

“That’s not true. If you didn’t want any connections, why do you keep coming to see me?”

Her question shouldn’t surprise him. The only reason he was taken aback by it was because he truly didn’t know the answer. He didn’t understand why he always returned to see this woman. There was no real reason why he had to see her, why he had to be around her. “I guess you just bring out the best in me.”

“Or is it because I can help you steal blood bags?” She teased.

Harry laughed. “Oh, love, I could steal them without your help but I just enjoy having a partner in crime.”

“Just admit you like my company, it’s ok, I won’t tell anyone.”

Harry smiled, she had to mentally slap herself for admiring his grin. “So what if I do?”

“Then you’ll have to admit this whole ‘I can’t get close to anyone’ lifestyle isn’t accurate.” Harry had to contain his chuckles at her tipsy attempt at his accent. 

“All right then, what about you?”

“What about me?” 

“You have the power to throw me out of your shop every time I visit. Hell, you could probably cast a spell to ban me from the place and yet you don’t. Why is that?”

Y/N suddenly lost her giggly attitude. “Because…because I hadn’t thought of that.”

Harry shook his head. “That’s bullshit and you know it, love.”

“I’m not talking about this.” She hissed, rising from her seat to leave the table. 

Harry stared at her back for a few seconds before chasing after her. He had a strange sense of deja vu when they stepped outside. He was chasing her into an alley. “Leave me alone, Harry.” She told him without looking back.

Harry quickened his steps until she was in arms reach. Reaching out he grasped her arm and pulled her back towards him. “Let go of me.” She demanded.

“Not until you explain it to me. You sent me to my knees that night when we left the bar. You could easily get rid of me and yet you don’t.”

Y/N glared at him. “And you could easily walk out of my life and never be seen again so why don’t you?”

Harry watched her chest fall and rise, he could hear her heart hammering in her chest. “I think we both know our answers.” He whispered.

Y/N glanced up at his eyes down to his lips. She would later blame it on the alcohol in her system but next thing she knew she was launching herself at him. His soft, plump lips felt heavily against hers. She gasped when she felt his hands grasp at her hips in a vice grip. Harry had to control his strength as he pushed her up against the brick wall of the alley. One of his hands trailed down to cup her ass, giving it a squeeze before traveling down to her thigh, urging her to hike her leg up around his leg. Y/N moaned into his mouth, she could feel how hard he was through the fabric of his pants. She held onto his shoulders to steady herself as he began to grind against her. 

Pulling back Harry took her in, from her swollen lips to her glazed over expression. He needed to hear her, he needed to make sure she was with him completely. “You ok?”

She was having a hard time controlling her breathing but she was sure of how much she wanted him. “I’m good, I promise.”

“You’ve been drinking.” He could taste it on her tongue.

“I’m fine,” She told him, looking him in the eye. “I promise after that I don’t even have a buzz anymore.”

“So you want me?” He asked, brushing his nose against hers.

“Yes.” Y/N hated how whiny she sounded but she was growing desperate.

His eyes darkened, almost like when he was about to sink his teeth into a victim. Y/N gasped when she felt his hand cup her over her jeans. “You wet for me?” He whispered.

All she could do was nod her head. “I need you.” She told him quietly.

That was all Harry needed. “Hang onto me, love.” 

Y/N barely had time to grasp onto his shoulders before Harry was picking her up, carrying her through the streets with his lightning speed. Before she knew it they were in front of her shop. Of all the places to take her. “Really?” She laughed.

“Just unlock the door, darling.” He whispered, his voice was becoming lower and huskier with each passing second.

He didn’t even make it easy for her to open the door. As she was searching her purse for her keys he was pressing himself against her back, his lips found her neck making her moan softly. “Hang on.” She muttered, struggling to find the lock.

When she finally got the door opened they stumbled into the dark shop. Harry slammed the door so hard she was surprised it didn’t break off the hinges. Surrounded by darkness he picked her up once more, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She felt so safe in his arms, he lifted her easily, carrying her through the shop without knocking anything over. Her lips found his in another passionate kiss. His tongue brushed against hers, exploring her mouth. She was dying to feel his skin, to see how he would react to her touch.

Next thing she knew they were in her office, the place he mocked her for spending so much time. “Why did we come here?” She asked as he dropped her onto the old, plush couch she had in the corner of the room.

“I’ve thought about fucking you on this couch so many times, love.” He explained, his hands finding the hem of her shirt. In one fluid motion it was off revealing her bra. “I’ve thought about making you cum in every way possible.”

He smirked when he saw her blush. “You’ve never said anything.”

“Was afraid you would send me flying out of a window.” He told her honestly, it was true, he was always hesitant to push her too hard.

To his surprise she unbuttoned her own jeans and pushed them down her legs. She was nearly bare in front of him, making his eyes widen. Then she reached for his hand and placed it between her legs. “What do you think now?” She questioned.

“I think you need to lay down and let me take care of you.” 

Stepping backwards she held eye contact with him as she reached around to unhook her bra letting it loose around her breasts. Now Harry really felt like a virgin all over again, seeing a pair of breasts for the first time. Just like he said she laid backwards on the couch, the soft blankets warmed her chilled skin. She stared at the beautiful man in front of her as he unbuttoned his shirt letting her see his pale skin littered with black tattoos across his torso. She had seen them before but had a whole new appreciation for the art. It was her opportunity to explore his body close up. 

She sat up on her elbows as Harry stepped towards her, placing his hands on her thighs. Moving over her skin he placed her ankle on his shoulders, kissing each of her calves before lowering himself until his knees were on the floor. All she could feel were his lips against her skin as they moved up her thighs to the lace panties. His hot breath made contact with her center making her moan his name softly. “You’re gonna have to be much louder than that, love.” He warned, his hands following his mouth up to her panties.

He snapped the band, making her cry out. She was about to scold him when she heard a ripping sound. “Harry!”

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He told her, throwing her shredded underwear to the side. “Now there’s nothing in the way between me and my treat.”

The first swipe of his tongue made her drop her head back on the couch. One of his hands held her thighs open while the other rested above her mound, revealing her clit to him. Blowing softly he watched her quiver before licking the sensitive numb. He didn’t want her to cum too soon, he wanted to savor her like she was his last meal. His tongue explored her, tasting her, applying more pressure until she was almost over the edge before pulling back. “Harry!” She whined.

“I told you.” He said, sucking her clit into his mouth. “Gonna have to be louder for me.”

“Please!” She cried, grasping at her breasts just hoping he would let her orgasm.

The next thing she knew she felt one of his fingers prod at her entrance. A gasp died in her mouth as he pushed it in. “Oh my God.” She moaned, arching her back.

She was starting to get the picture. With his mouth on her clit and his finger pushing in and out she was getting closer and closer. Her moans drowned out the wet noises of his mouth and fingers working her over. Occasionally Harry’s groans vibrated against her clit making her cry out his name. When he didn’t seem to let up she allowed herself to be louder until she was finally cumming on his tongue. Y/N was sure she saw stars. Her thighs twitched, her breathing hitched as he pushed her further over the edge. Harry held her legs open preventing her from squeezing his head between her thighs. 

As she came down she felt him place one more kiss on top of her mound before rising up. Y/N sat up, grasping his face to pull him in for a heated kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, making her moan into his mouth. She needed him, she couldn’t wait any longer. Lost in her kiss Harry almost didn’t notice her hands working on his belt buckle. This was the one time he regretted wearing such tight pants. His prick was practically aching within the confines of his jeans. Even her pulling the zipper down provided some relief. He had to stop her from reaching into his briefs. “I want to touch you.” She said, breaking their kiss.

“Later, right now I need you on me.” 

Reluctantly he pulled away from her, pushing his jeans and briefs down in one fluid motion. “Turn around.” He commanded.

Y/N looked into his eyes before spinning around on the couch. She allowed him to move her in the position he wanted. One of her knees rested on the cushions with her other foot on the floor, spreading her open for him. Her hands gripped the fabric so tight she feared she would tear holes into the upholstery as she waited in anticipation for him. Next thing she knew she felt the tip against her entrance. A low moan escaped her as he slowly pushed in, she could feel every vein and ridge of his cock buried deep within her walls. When his entire length was inside he had to pause to stop himself from finishing too soon. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled, his hands holding onto her hips.

“Move, please.” She whined, her forehead resting against the back of the couch.

“Patience, love, I’m gonna make you feel good. I promise.” He told her, slowly pulling out before pushing back in.

Leaning over her back he moved his hips faster, their thighs slapping together as he quickened his pace. Reaching forward he grasped her hair into a ponytail arching her back for him. All he could focus on was her moans and cries of his name. Looking down he could see how they were joined, watching his cock disappear within her. When she began squeezing him he knew she was growing close. 

Y/N whined feeling him pull out, leaving her feeling empty. Her world was spinning, next thing she knew she was looking up at her ceiling. Harry had spun her so she was laying flat on her back. Thankfully she didn’t have that much time to whine. Harry shifted her again, propping her leg on his shoulder as he pushed his cock back in. From where she was laying she could admire him, his muscles flexing as he thrusted, his eyes closing as he lost himself in her body. He could feel her shaking against him signalling she was growing close again. “Go on, love, cum for me.” He told her.

His thumb circled her clit urging her further until she was crying out his name. Watching her cum was going to be burned in his mind forever, an image he would never want to forget. He was so lost in her pleasure he didn’t even feel his own release come over him. All he saw was white as he came inside of her. He made a guttural, feral sound as he came, grasping her body so hard he was afraid he broke her. His legs felt like jelly as he fell forward, barely stopping his body from crushing her. Her body was fucked out, exhausted, as her heart beat against his chest. As she tried to catch her breath she could feel his lips on her shoulder. “ Fuck…” He groaned.

Moving off of her they took up the entire couch, trying to calm themselves. Y/N almost didn’t want to look at him. She feared what this meant, did they totally just ruin their friendship? Were they even friends in the first place? Her fears were silenced when Harry rolled over onto his side, one of his hands wrapping around her waist. “You all right?” He asked.

“Yeah,” She whispered. “I was just wondering...what happens now?”

Harry sighed, running a hand through his wild hair. “I don’t know. We’ll figure it out later.” He promised.

Y/N fingers brushed over his face pulling him forward until her lips pressed against his. Within the next few minutes she gave into her exhaustion. The last thing she was aware of was a soft blanket being placed over her. “Sleep well, love.” A deep voice told her.

Hours later Y/N awoke to an empty room. A blanket was covering her but she only saw one set of clothes on the floor. All feelings of bliss and happiness dissolved into anger as she stood up. Where the hell was he? Next time she saw him she was going to hex him so hard he was going to wish someone staked his ass. 

Y/N was losing herself in her fury as she stormed around her office, her blanket around her like a dress. As she walked over to her desk she finally saw it, an envelope with her name on it. Inside was a plane ticket along with a letter beautifully written in his elegant script. ‘Dear Y/N, I’m so sorry but I had to leave sooner than I thought. If I had it my way I would still be at your side, watching you sleep. And if you make any Twilight references you will never get my cock again.’ Y/N snorted since she always teased him with Twilight quotes.

‘With this letter you will find a place ticket I bought you to come visit me in London. I don’t want to push you but just know the world is out there for you. I am out here for you. Your shop will always be there waiting for you when you get home. If you decide not to use the ticket I understand. I will be back for you as soon as I can, love. Yours, Harry.’

Y/N held the letter close to her chest as she looked down at the ticket. She couldn’t believe he was inviting her to go travel with him. What amazed her even more was that she was considering it. Not only considering it she was mentally packing her suitcase. Leaning back in her chair she realized she had stuck around because she wanted to remain connected with her family but she had to come to terms with the fact they were gone, physically. She would always have them, their memories, and their love around her. Next thing she knew she was drawing up a sign to hang in the front of her store. ‘Close Until Further Notice.’ 

Later on that week she sent Harry a text along with a picture of the airport terminal. ‘See you soon?’ She asked.

‘I’ll be waiting.’ He wrote back almost instantly.

Y/N smiled. She was finally ready to live her life with her vampire...friend? By her side.

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A beard through seasons- Chap 2

Second installment of this four chapter series... let's see what moment is Ron's beard bringing to us!

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters from HP Books nor do I get a single pound/penny/peso (money) out of this. Rated M because of Hermione's thoughts.

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Chapter 2: The dad’s beard

Hermione Granger-Weasley hadn't slept one single night alone since five years ago when the news of the conception of her daughter had been delivered to her husband. When Ron found out that he would become a father, he made a resolution to never miss a milestone of his child’s life and spend as much time as he could with his family. And so, he resigned his position with the Aurors and took a full-time job with George in the joke shop. Although, at the insistence of the Minister himself, Ron agreed to keep a connection with his former work as a Consultant for special cases and Professor of Strategy and Planning for the Auror Training Program.

Hermione Granger-Weasley hadn't slept one single night alone in five years until two weeks ago when her new position as Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had required for her to present the British Wizarding Community’s advances in the abolition of blood-related laws and regulations for the International Convention of Magical Law.

Actually, Hermione Granger-Weasley hadn't slept one single night alone in five years. Because whatever she had been doing the past two weeks surely couldn't be counted as sleeping. The king-sized bed of the hotel room seemed extremely big and frighteningly deserted without her husband. Despite applying impeccably performed warming charms one after the other, the bed remained cool. And the silence. Hermione could sleep with cold, she had done it countless times during her younger years in the Horcrux hunt. But, as had been proved during said hunt and reaffirmed in the past two weeks, she couldn’t sleep without the soft soothing sound of Ron’s light snores.

Each night for the past fortnight, Hermione had spent hours in bed recalling the warmth of Ron’s body and the comforting feeling of his arms encasing her in a fortress where only his signature smell and his purring breaths could trespass. She would concentrate on every sensation in an attempt to convince herself that he was there and overcome her insomnia. But he wasn’t there and she would subdue herself to night after night of what little hours she could accomplish of restless sleep.

When time passed and Hermione was finally able to return to her loved ones, she was bouncing on her feet in anticipation. The second she stepped out of the fireplace, she heard the muffled voices of Ron and Rose coming from the second floor. Eager to see her family, she sprinted and took off her cloak halfway up the stairs, discarding the garment on the floor. This level of disorder was anomalous coming from her, but the familiar smell of her home combined with her husband and daughter's voice had made her desire for Ron’s warmth and her children's stickiness almost unbearable.

Hermione followed the sound towards Rose’d bedroom and was frozen on her spot at the sight of her family. She was itchy to go and hug them but the scene on display was so adorable that she had to take a minute to commit it to her memory. Ron and Rose were sitting on the petite chairs of her tea time set and she was decorating his beard with a variety of her hair clips. He was curled on himself in an unnatural position, with his knees almost beside his ears and his hands resting palms down on the carpet, probably for balance. He would've been more comfortable on the floor than scrunching to fit on the chair, but Hermione had the suspicion that he was doing it for their daughter.

Hermione’s heart warmed watching as Rose was adorning his father's facial hair with a grin so wide that her eyes were closing from happiness. He was cottoning to her about how beautiful he felt with his new beard style and Hermione chuckled internally as she focused on said beard. She could clearly remember the last time Ron's beard had stolen her attention for so long. It was the day she’d noticed that he was no longer a boy, but a man. And now she was realising that her man had become a full proud and accomplished father. No, not a father. Her colleague's husbands who they continually complain about for not contributing to their children’s care were fathers. Ron was a dad. A fully committed, capital “D”, Dad.

‘Are you done ogling me, or shall I give you a few more minutes?’ Ron was glancing at her from the corner of his eye twitching his lips with the effort to stop a smile.

Hermione shook her head amused by his boldness. Oh, you are so full of yourself, are you? Well, two can play this game . She thought, and narrowing her eyes at him, she asked, ‘What makes you think that I was looking at you?’

Ron chuckled, triggering a reprimand from Rose at the sudden movement of her model. He apologised to her and promised to remain still before he answered, ‘Because if you would’ve been looking at Rosie with that eyes, love... I’ll be calling child support and the Aurors.’

Hermione gawked but recovered quickly, deciding to ignore her husband's ridiculous comment and walked into the room. ‘‘Where is Hugo?’ She queried, noticing the absence of her youngest son, as she squatted next to Rose and wrapped her in a bear hug. The little one immediately left her task at hand to snuggle into her mother.

‘He’s already asleep. Little Rosie here put her brother to sleep - with my help,’ Ron hastily added, as Hermione’s incipient protest died in her throat. ‘And now is my turn to give her night night.’

They ended up putting Rose to bed together, stealing glances at each other, trying to convey through their eyes all the longing from the last two weeks. Once in their bedroom, Ron and Hermione fell into their well practiced bedtime routine. As usual, she was first in bed. Ron didn’t know it, but she had trained through the years to perform the routine in record time so she could watch him peel off his clothes with no interruptions. Contemplating as Ron undressed was one of those little simple pleasures of life.

Whilst Hermione rejoiced with the view of her naked husband, she remembered the story Ginny had told her about the name she’d heard her coworker’s daughter called Harry. Ginny had been so full of herself recalling how she’d caught the girl saying to her friends that Ginny’s husband was a total DILF. When Hermione asked what that meant, Ginny’s grin could have lightened an entire city. “Dad I’d Like to Fuck”.

Hermione surveyed her husband. He was absolutely a DILF. If she’d been a teenager she was sure she'd have a crush on him. She had had a crush on him when they were teenagers and he was still a work in progress. If she’d have to choose, Hermione was completely sure that Ron had never been more appealing than he was at that moment. He didn’t have the body of his early twenties but he was still stunningly fit compared with her colleagues’ husbands. And maturity had brought an air of wisdom that mixed with his sarcastic humour made him more attractive than ever. In addition, seeing him as committed as he was to Rose today, made his sex appeal rise to the sky.

‘Ready to sleep, love?’ Ron had suddenly stopped mid-movement putting on his pyjama bottoms. One leg in the air, contracting his entire body to remain balanced. Hermione bit her lower lip to contain a moan at the sight of is firmed and perfectly sized for a small hand arse.

‘I think there are some other things I’d like to do with you before we sleep.’

Ron’s eyes went wide with want as he dropped his pyjamas and as he kneaded his hands he huskily said, ‘Then what are we waiting for?’ Then jumped on the bed and crawled between the sheets.

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One Shots, Imagines and Fan Fictions.

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CHARACTER MASTERLIST

Tom Hiddleston.

favorites | fluff

rules | fluff

tear me up | smut

can't sleep | fluff

yes, sir | smut

heart in my hands | fluff

if i didn´t have you | fluff

happy birthday!  | fluff

the kiss that broke the internet | smut, fluff

drunken truth ot what did i do? | smut

cooking | smut

red | smut

dance with me  | fluff

traffic | smut

ouch! | fluff

interview | fluff

late to the party | smut

werid like that | fluff  

slow hands | smut 

take care of her and i’ll take care of you | smut 

insomnia | smut 

fuck it, let the whole world know | smut 

so, you missed me? | smut 

roaming hands | smut (n)

Tom Holland.

one simple rule | smut

overstimulation | smut

no knock knocks | smut

too hot or too cold  | smut

web shooter | smut

spill your guts | fluff

late night dreams | smut

keep it hidden | fluff, agnst

pretty as a polaroid picture | smut

try again | smut

unexpected | fluff, smut

video games | smut

do you also notice? | fluff

something new | smut

we've got chemistry | smut

two-a-days | smut  

little things | fluff

thigh riding | smut

truth or dare | smut

eating you out like a buffet | smut

clit pierced | smut

when two becomes three | smut

can´t look away | smut 

through the phone | smut 

adjoining hotel room | smut 

surprises | smut 

sitting on tom´s face | smut 

running in circles | fluff, smut 

riding | smut 

irreconcilable differences | smut 

treatin’ you right | smut 

the first taste | smut 

overstimulation | smut 

rinse and spin | smut 

girls can be horny too | smut 

unlocked | smut 

strip pong | smut 

you can bet on it | smut 

pour it out | fluff 

i’ll be your good girl | smut 

why it's fun to be a tease | smut 

bad mood | smut 

suck | smut 

teasing | smut 

thirsty tweets | fluff 

dirty shirley | fluff

siren | smut (n)

insta live | fluff (n)

mugshot | fluff (n)

tom taking a break | smut (n)

you bent over him | smut (n)

low cut top | smut (n)

it’s thirst tweets | fluff (n)

risky insta live | smut (n)

so god really is a woman | smut (n)

car crash | agnst (n)

cum for me | smut (n)

overstimulation with tom | smut (n)

addicted | smut (n)

piece of art | smut (n) 

i'm sorry | fluff (n) 

tease | smut, fluff (n)

leaked | fluff (n)

LONDON BOY | fluff, agnst, smut (n)

prosecco courage | smut (n)

hands up | fluff (n)

libido max | smut (n)

play fighting | smut (n)

tom's girlfriend | smut (n)

vibrator | smut (n)

spanish | fluff (n)

quarantine anniversary | fluff (n)

sunset | fluff (n)

so much hate | fluff (n)

good girl | smut (n)

all i need | smut (n)

long days | smut (n)

good morning | smut (n)

friends with benefits | smut (n)

secret party | smut (n)

this is awkward | smut (n)

minor inconvenience | smut (n)

don’t tease me | smut (n)

had to recover | smut (n)

the boys are sleeping | smut (n)

how i look on you | smut (n)

Sebastian Stan.

convince me | smut  

shameless | smut  

I like it | smut  

one night | smut  

shut up and sleep with me | smut  

boss troubles | smut  

pregnancy prank | fluff

asleep | smut    

manners pt,3 | smut    

call out my name | smut        

on the wooden desk | smut    

body electric | smut  

romanian fun | fluff

behind closed doors | smut    

wired autocomplete interview | fluff

another interview | fluff

bored | fluff

that's the icing in the cake | fluff

îți place asta | smut  

round the block | smut  

surprises | smut 

too long | smut 

teacher’s pet | smut 

mob!seb | smut 

4am workout | smut 

listen to my voice | fluff 

kissing | fluff  

piggy back ride | fluff 

panel | fluff 

men's health | smut 

i think he knows | smut 

friendly favour | smut 

'sebastian' instead of 'bucky' | smut 

actress | fluff (n)

thank god it’s ending, and we’re beginning | fluff, agnst (n)

uncertain | smut (n)

set | fluff (n)

emergency | fluff (n)

bedtime stories | fluff (n)

losing you | agnst (n)

stuff bunny | smut (n)

baby fever | fluff, smut (n)

act my age | fluff (n)

soft | smut, fluff (n)

morning sickness | fluff (n)

daddy’s pretty girl | smut (n)

wedding interviews | fluff (n)

silk | smut (n)

reading thirst tweets | fluff (n)

soft mornings | fluff (n)

i’ve always loved you | fluff (n)

Chris Evans.

velvet love | fluff

the perfect man | fluff

the proposal | fluff

the perfect dress | fluff

all about that beard | fluff

sweet dreams | smut

make me a daddy | smut

years in the making | agnst, fluff

rough | smut

daddy | fluff

the best seat | smut

24hr trouble | fluff  

thirst tweets | fluff 

finders keepers | smut 

warm and welcoming | smut 

lost focus | smut 

eat you better | smut 

i wanna hear you | smut (n)

the instagram error | fluff (n)

distraction | smut (n)

who ever said anything about makeup? | fluff (n)

touching yourself | smut | (n)

fuck buddies | smut (n)

the smell after rain | smut (n)

provoked | smut (n)

calmant | smut (n)

Harry Styles.

music video | smut, fluff  

phone call | smut 

new seeds in the melody | smut 

just another day while quarentine | smut (n)

break the bed | smut (n)

truth or drink | fluff (n)

Dacre Montgomery.

rough hands | smut (n)

fanfiction and fun | smut (n)

shirt | fluff (n)

Jake Gyllenhaal.

panic attack | fluff

accident  | fluff

surprise, we´re married  | fluff

home | smut

chef & baker  | smut

bath time | smut

dirty mind | smut

honeymoon | smut

wired autocomplete interview | fluff

dating | fluff

gym time | fluff

morning sex | smut

comfort | agnst  

in front of your bed | smut  

riling | smut   

happy little accident | smut 

the risqué subway | smut

you're doing amazing sweetie | smut 

hair pulling | smut 

dominant | smut 

finals finale | smut 

on my mind | smut (n)

gold chain | smut (n)

motivation | smut (n)

Henry Cavill.

cardio | smut 

partition | smut (n)

first time | smut (n)

hatefuck | smut (n)

back from a run | smut (n)

tv | smut, fluff (n)

thick  fingers | smut (n)

talented tongue | smut (n)

Brie Larson.

star wars geek  | smut 

god is a woman | smut

crazy on you | smut

i fall to pieces | smut  

singing in the shower | smut

jedi realness | smut

needy | smut

Avengers Cast.

sleeping beauty | fluff (n)

feeling okay? | fluff (n)

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Harry Styles/Reader [2,5k - NSFW]

Warnings; Daddy kink, praise kink, unsafe sex (but you guys are married so...)

So I had this in my drafts for a while and I finally decided to post it...I hope you enjoy it xx

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You were watching Harry from the doorway as he was putting your daughter to bed. He fluffed her pillow exactly how she liked it. He tucked the duvet under her little legs and sat next to her, ready to read her a bedtime story. He opened the book and barely had time to read her two pages before she started yawning. Harry closed the book and put it back on the shelf with her dozen of other story books. He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead before kissing all of her plush toys so they would have a good night of sleep too.

"Daddy's very proud of you, you did good today and got ready for bed like a big girl," Leah smiled widely before closing her eyes when Harry wished her a good night, "Now sleep, baby. I love you. I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night, love you, daddy," the little girl replied, and she was asleep before Harry closed her bedroom door.

"Have you been spying on us for a while?" Harry laughed when he saw you. You shook your head no, laughing too, and followed Harry downstairs. The kitchen was an absolute mess and Harry walked to the sink, pushing the long sleeve of his shirt up, ready to start cleaning but it could wait because you had other plans. You walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, molding your body against his, your cheek pressed against his shoulder blade as one of your hands slipped under his shirt and slowly traced the outline of the butterfly tattoo on his abdomen. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath, you loved Harry's smell. 

Harry was turning on the water to fill the sink when you spoke again, "I wanna make Daddy proud too," you whispered, your lips grazing the shell of his ear and you felt Harry shiver under your fingers. Harry turned off the water and slowly turned around to face you. Your arms were still locked around him and he put two fingers under your chin to make you look at him. You had a small smirk playing on your lips, you knew exactly what you were doing and the effect your words were having on him.

"Oh kitten, you wanna make Daddy proud?" Harry asked, his voice deeper than usual, a sign he was getting aroused. You nodded and Harry arched an eyebrow.

"Use your words kitten."

"Yes, Daddy," you replied, fluttering your eyelashes. 

A smile spread on Harry's face and he dipped his head to press a kiss to your lips. 

"I'm gonna clean the-"

"But-"

"No 'but', you said you want to make me proud so I'm gonna clean the kitchen and you are going to our room to get ready, am I being clear? Unless you wanna be punished?" Harry asked and you shivered at the idea of Harry's large hand spanking you but that was not part of your plan tonight. This isn't what you wanted. You unwrapped your arms from around him and let Harry turn his attention back to the dirty dishes. 

You climbed the stairs slowly, careful to not wake up Leah as you passed by her bedroom door. You loved your daughter but waking her up would ruin your plan for the night. In your bedroom you closed the door behind you and walked to the en-suite bathroom. You peeled off your jumper and threw it in the laundry basket, your jeans followed quickly leaving you only in your underwear. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror and debated with yourself if you should keep these on or change into some of your sexier undergarments. After a while you decided these would do, anyway as soon as Harry joined you they would not stay on for a long time. 

You brushed your hair and your teeth before going back to your bedroom. Harry was climbing the stairs a lot less silently than you and you hoped it would not wake Leah. You grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor at the foot of your bed before you dropped to your knees and put your hands behind your back just as Harry opened the door. You saw him looking at you up and down and smiled.

He walked up to you and caressed your hair gently, you leaned into his hand and closed your eyes. 

"Are you ready, kitten? I bet your knickers are soaked already, aren't they?"

"Yes Daddy," you replied.  

"You're being such a good girl for me, I saw you almost nod but you used your words without needing me to remind you. You're already making Daddy proud."

A blush creeped up your cheeks and you felt hot all over. No matter how long you and Harry had been together and had started exploring kinks, you always blushed when he praised you. Making Harry proud was your favourite. 

"Are you good on your knees or do they hurt?"

"I'm good."

"Don't lie to me," Harry warned you and you shook your head.

"I swear I'm okay."

Harry leaned down and pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

"Good. I will go get change, don't move."

"Not going anywhere Daddy."

You watched Harry disappear in the bathroom and patiently waited for him to come back. Your knees were not hurting, thanks to the pillow under them, but you still couldn't wait to be on the bed. Harry came back into the room only wearing black pants. You could see the outline of his half hard cock and your mouth watered at the thought of having it in your mouth. Your pussy throbbed at the idea and you bit your bottom lip. Harry walked closer to you stopping right in front of your face, his bulge mere centimeter away. It was taking all of your willpower to not lean to to mouth at it. 

"Is that what you want, kitten?," Harry asked, cupping his cock through his underwear, caressing himself slowly, "You want Daddy's cock in your mouth?" Harry asked and you nodded, he knew you so well. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out and Harry laughed.

"Oh look at you, always so eager. I should make you wait," Harry chuckled and you tried to glare at him from under your lashes, only making Harry laugh harder.

Harry caressed your cheek before pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. 

"Suck on this first," Harry said as he pushed the pad of his thumb against your lips.

You opened your mouth easily and closed your lips around his thumb to suckle on it, twirling your tongue expertly around it as if it was his dick. You loved feeling the rough pad of it on your tongue but that's not what you wanted now, not what you needed. You looked up and Harry had his head thrown back and his mouth was half open, he was gorgeous as always. You made a small sound in the back of your throat and Harry pulled his thumb out of your mouth. 

He took a step back and you watched him slowly sliding his underwear down his tan thighs, leaving himself naked and hard. His cock was fully hard now, the tip flushed and leaking. 

"Daddy," you pleaded before sticking your tongue out again.  

Harry didn't move, he simply took his hard length in his hand, pumping it slowly. He was torturing you and he knew it. You pouted and he chuckled before finally taking a step forward. His cock still in hand he traced your lips with the tip, smearing precum all over your lips until you opened up but he didn't push it in yet. 

"You look obscene like that, baby girl. Your lips are all red and puffy and shiny. Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock in my mouth, please, I need it."

"So polite. How much do you want it, baby?"

"So much. I've been wet all day just thinking about the weight of it on my tongue, about the way my jaw aches because of the stretch because you're so big," you replied. Harry was looking pleased, you were not the only one with a praise kink. 

"Is that so? Did you touch yourself thinking about it?" 

"No."

"Good girl. You deserve it," Harry said before he pushed his cock against your lips again and you eagerly opened your mouth, taking him down your throat as far as you could. It wasn't easy with your hands behind your back but Harry gently put his hand on your head, guiding you. Your tongue was swirling around and you had a mix of spit and precum dripping on your chin. Harry moaned and it made you suck harder. Your head was bobbing up and down and Harry's cock twitched in your mouth. He pulled back and you whined when he removed his cock from between your lips.

"Don't wanna come yet, kitten. Want to make you feel good too," he added. You wanted to argue but you knew you would lose so you said nothing and waited for Harry's instructions. 

"Get up please."

You moved up to your feet, happy to not be on your knees anymore. Harry kissed you, hard and messy and before you had time to kiss back he had already pulled back. 

"Can I undress you?"

"Yes."

He reached behind you and unhook your bra and let it slide down your arms. He threw it somewhere behind him and he moved to your knickers, sliding them down your thighs slowly and throwing them with your bra. He pushed your legs open before taking a bite of your inner thigh, not enough to hurt but enough to leave a nice mark. Harry looked at it proudly before he got back on his feet and put his hand between your legs, cupping your pussy in his large palm.

"You're so wet kitten, already ready for me," Harry said as he easily pushed a finger between your lips and inside of you. Your mouth opened and your head fell against his shoulder. He pumped his single finger slowly before adding another one. It felt good. A cry escaped your throat when he pressed his thumb against your clit and circled it just as slow as he was fingering you. Heat was pooling in your belly and you would not last long if Harry kept fingering you like that. You had been aroused all day and Harry was applying just the right amount of pressure against your clit. He knew exactly how to get you off fast but that was not what you wanted and neither did he. He removed his fingers from you and brought them up to his lips.

"You taste so good, baby. Now get on the bed and keep your legs open." 

You did as told, laying in the middle of your giant bed with your legs opened wide and you watched Harry crawling between them. He put his hands on each side of your head and leaned in. He kissed your forehead and your eyelids and your cheeks before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. He laughed when you chased after his lips but he kept kissing his way down on your body. He sucked a mark right under your ear and peppered your chest with dozens of small pecks. When he took your left nipple between his lips and sucked you moaned and arched your back. He twirled his tongue around until it hardened and he moved to the right one giving it the same treatment. 

Harry was taking his time kissing each part of your body until he reached your ankles. By then you were ready to explode if he didn't fuck you soon. 

"Daddy," you whined.

"What?"

"You know what."

"No, please tell me."

"Fuck me, please."

"Since you're asking so nicely," he laughed. 

Harry sat back on his legs between yours and lifted them over his shoulders. He took his cock in his hand guiding it near your entrance and you closed your eyes waiting for him to finally enter you. The first slap of his cock against your pussy made you gasp, you had not been expecting it, when he did it again you moaned loudly. He did it a few times again before rubbing his cock between your wet folds coating his cock with your juices. The head of his cock pressed against your sensitive clit and your pussy throbbed once more.

"Please Harry, fuck me!"

"You're so gorgeous like that, your body is flushed and you're just waiting for me to take you, your legs wide open and your pussy glistening," Harry said, ignoring your plea.

"Please," you said again.

"Please what?"

"Do you really enjoy torturing me?"

"Yes," Harry laughed and you pushed yourself against his cock.

"Please, Daddy."

Harry smiled widely and pushed his cock between your lips again,  watching it disappear in you inch by inch, slowly. The stretch was burning but it felt so good and Harry was always very gentle with you even if you had been together for years. Harry's hands were on your thighs holding them up and caressing them up and down. You pushed back against his cock, letting him know he could move and he pulled back almost just as slow as he had entered you before he pushed back in with more force. Harry set up a hard and fast pace, just how you liked it. Little broken sobs were leaving your mouth every time Harry was slamming his cock in you. Harry was growling directly in your ear and a familiar heat was pooling in your stomach again. 

You were ready to come at any moment and you contracted your walls against Harry and his cock twitched inside of you. He would not last long and when he slid his hand between your sweaty bodies and started to caress your clit you knew it would be over soon for you too.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck Daddy, you feel so good."

"Yeah?"

"Yes you fuck me so good Daddy, I'm gonna come soon," you cried out as your orgasm hit you, your walls clenching hard around Harry's cock. 

Harry moved his fingers away from your sensitive clit but kept fucking you. His thrusts became slower and less coordinated and you knew it would be over soon for him too. He stilled, his mouth hanging open and his cock twitched again and you felt him come deep inside of you. He stayed in you for a few more seconds before pulling out and you whined at the loss, your pussy still clenching around thin air. Harry let himself fall on the bed next to you, trying to catch his breath. You could feel his come starting to leak out of your pussy and you would need a shower soon. You turned your head to look at Harry and he was looking at you with a tired smile on his lips. He brought his hand to your cheek and kissed you slowly. You closed your eyes and snuggled closer, a shiver running through your body as the cool air of the room was hitting your naked body. You wrapped your arm over Harry's torso and put your head under his chin. You pressed a kiss between his sparrow tattoos and yawned.

"You will have to carry me to the shower," you mumbled against his skin.

"Anything for you, kitten."

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Best Romantic Movies on Hulu Right Now

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Romance gets a bad rap at the movies. Until you behold the best romantic movies on Hulu.

Yes, Hulu is on the case with an expansive collection of romantic movies for you to connect with your softer side… or the side of you that screams in an eternal tormented shriek, desperately trying to find a mate whose shrieks match your tone in this expansive disappointing nothingness of existence. Love is hard. Anywho, here are the best romantic movies on Hulu right now.

Sense and Sensibility

This Jane Austen character really seems to have a handle on romance. The 1995 film Sense and Sensibility is adapted from the Austen novel of the same name and has a great deal of talent both in front of and behind the camera. Oscar winner Ang Lee directs while Emma Thompson (yes, that Emma Thompson) wrote the script.

Thompson stars alongside Kate Winslet, Alan Rickman and Hugh Grant. The movie, like the book concerns the Dashwood sisters and their sudden descent into non-stupendous wealth. Of course then the romance begins (not between the sisters, weirdos. Alan Rickman and Hugh Grant are in this thing too, remember?)

AWOL

AWOL is how indie romances should be – small, authentic, affecting. Joey (Lola Kirke) and Rayna (Breeda Wool) are two young women from a nowheresville Pennsylvania town. They meetcute at a local carnival and quickly fall for each other but circumstances threaten to crush their romance before it can even begin.

AWOL understands first and foremost that while love is easy, relationships (and arguably everything else in the world is hard). Sometimes what you want and what your environment is able to allow you to have are two very different things.

Margarita with a Straw

2014’s Margarita with a Straw is both a coming-of-age and romance film the likes of which you’ve probably never seen. This Indian film comes from director Shonali Bose and stars Kalki Koechlin as Laila, an Indian teenager with cerebral palsy, trying to achieve some independence in her life.

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That opportunity comes for Laila when she is accepted to New York Universtiy and moves to Greenwich Village. There she meets and falls in love with blind Pakistani activist. Miles from home, Laila must deal with her changing, burgeoning sexuality and live in a world not built for her. But it’s cool: she can always take her margarita with a straw. 

Hello, My Name is Doris

Between TBS’s (now HBO Max’s) Search Party and Hello, My Name is Doris, director Michael Showalter had a stellar 2016. Hello, My Name is Doris is a wonderfully sweet, equally tragic and completely hilarious romantic comedy. 

Sally Field stars as the titular Doris, a lively woman in her ’60s who after the death of her mother becomes infatuated with a younger man. With the help of cliched self-help materials she does whatever she can to get his attention. Hello, My Name is Doris is an empathetic romantic comedy that will change how you view age.

Cashback

Cashback wins a very important award on this list: most intriguing, provocative poster. But it’s more than just a pretty poster. Cashback is a British romantic comedy about the most mundane of topics: working at a grocery store.

For anyone who as ever been young and had an interest in the opposite sex (or any sex for that matter), however, they know that one’s place of employment is often an absolute fountain of sex and chemistry. If that simple exposition isn’t enough, Cashback comes along with a sci-fi twist and more importantly: Oliver Wood from the Harry Potter series. 

Let the Right One In

Let the Right One In may seem like another odd choice for a romantic movie on Hulu but it’s romantic and sweet in a way that few other movies are. Sure, the players involved are a little boy and a little girl vampire (though the fact that she’s a vampire may very well mean she’s centuries old, just try not to think about it).

It’s a spooky yet undeniably sweet movie that presents the female side of a romantic entanglement as the ultimate protector.

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50 First Dates

50 First Dates has a somewhat disappointing Rotten Tomatoes score. Ignore that. It’s probably partially due to many critics’ distaste for at least one of the actors in the above screengrab. Not that they can be blamed. The presence of Adam Sandler or Rob Schneider in any comedy can be a rough sign. In 50 First Dates‘, however, it’s not an issue at all.

50 First Dates is a legitimately funny and romantic romantic comedy. Drew Barrymore stars as Lucy Whitmore, a woman with short-term memory loss. Due to a car accident, every day she wakes up believing it is October 13, 2002. Sandler’s character Henry Roth meets her in Hawaii and the two must overcome this bizarre condition to establish a lasting relationship.

Date Night

What do you get when you take the male lead of a popular NBC sitcom and pair him with the female lead (and mastermind behind) another popular NBC sitcom? A pretty decent rom-com as it turns out! Date Night stars Steve Carell (The Office) and Tina Fey (30 Rock) as a disaffected married couple trying to spice up their love life with a romantic night out on the town. But when a reservation steal turns into a case of mistaken identity, the pair’s night gets quite dangerous.

Date Night‘s action-heavy concept isn’t anything new to the romantic comedy genre but the presence of Carell and Fey (along with Mark Wahlberg, Taraji P. Henson, James Franco, Kirsten Wiig, Mark Ruffalo, and a whole host of other impressive talent) is enough to make this a pleasant viewing experience.

The Princess Bride

So you want to watch one of the most purely lovely and entertaining romance movies of all time? Well Hulu is here to say “as you wish.” The Princess Bride is a 1987 fantasy adventure film based on a book by prolific screenwriter William Goldman. The inspiration to the story infamously came from Goldman’s two daughters requesting conflicting stories about “princesses” and “brides.” So the writer decided to do two for the price of one.

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In this adaptation, Cary Elwes stars as Westley, a young farmhand who loves Princess Buttercup (Robin Wright). But when Westley is shipwrecked and left for dead and Buttercup is betrothed to Prince Humperdinck, the hero must embark on a sprawling adventure to rescue her. And of course this is a framed bedtime story being told to Fred Savage in bed…as all movies should be.

The Boy Downstairs

So much of what goes into a good romantic relationship is timing. Sometimes the chemistry is there but the timing is not. 2017’s The Boy Downstairs delves into this phenomenon from a millennial perspective.

Aspiring Brooklyn writer Diana (Zosia Mamet) and aspiring musician (millennials are always aspiring, you see) Ben (Matthew Shear) are in a happy, successful relationship. But Diana is forced to break things off after she moves to London. When Diana returns, she finds a new apartment through her friend and guess who just happens to be the boy downstairs? That’s right: Ben…and with a new girlfriend, no less. What follows is a funny, yet mature examination of what it takes to get the right one back.

Happiest Season

The setup for Hulu’s 2020 Internet-breaking comedy Happiest Season is very romantic…to a point. Abby (Kristen Stewart) and Harper (Mackenzie Davis) are in love. Yay! Not only that, but they’re going to Harper’s parents’ house for Christmas where Abby might propose. Woo! Also Harper has not told her parents she’s a lesbian and in a committed relationship with a woman. Oh. Oh no. Poor Abby!

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Questionable setup aside, this an excellent, personal effort from actress turned writer-director Clea DuVall. It’s an attention-grabber and conversation-starter to be sure. It also certainly doesn’t hurt that much of the cast is mind-meltingly hot. Stewart, Davis, Alison Brie, and Aubrey Plaza are like a who’s who of TV and movie crushes. Hell even Victor Garber and Mary Steenburgen can absolutely get it. All in all, the charismatic cast and accessible concept makes for a surprisingly wholesome romance movie.

Plus One

Maybe it’s just me, but there’s something really charming about erstwhile TV stars playing the lead opposite each other in a romantic movie. Such is the case with 2019’s Plus One, which stars Maya Erskine (of Pen15) and Jack Quaid (of The Boys).

Erskine and Quaid star as long-time friends Alice and Ben enduring the portion of their twenties where every friend seems to be getting married at once. Thankfully Alice and Ben have a longstanding agreement to always be each other’s “plus one” at every wedding. But such an arrangement couldn’t possibly lead to them discovering they have romantic feelings for each other, right? Right???

Palm Springs

“Time loop” movies frequently try to distinguish themself from Groundhog Day, the progenitor and most famous example of the form, by changing up the genre. Edge of Tomorrow is an action movie and Happy Death Day is a horror movie, for instance. What’s so impressive about Palm Springs is that it leans in to the romantic and comedic stylings of Groundhog Day and in many ways bests them.

In this movie, Andy Samberg styles as Nyles, a young man living through the hell of experiencing the same day (a wedding in Palm Springs) on a loop. In one particular loop, Nyles accidentally brings in the bride’s sister Sarah (Christin Milioti) and the two must confront the reality of living the same day over and over again forever together. You know…just like any couple.

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Love and Basketball

And now we come to a movie whose title is the two greatest things in the world! Love and Basketball is about…well, what you’d think. Quincy McCall (Omar Epps) and Monica Wright (Sanaa Lathan) are two next-door neighbors in Los Angeles, California, who are both singularly focused on pursuing their respective basketball careers.

Love and Basketball is a film all about passions – both creative and romantic. The movie also does a surprisingly thorough job of marking all the important beats of a relationship from childhood through the adult years. There’s a reason Love and Basketball has become a modest cult classic – it’s a fine execution of both the romantic and sports movie genres.

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Chapter 8: Sweet 25

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Be My Only)

…in which Y/N feels alone at Harry’s birthday party.

Warning: angst that took a slightly unexpected turn, jealous passive-aggressive Harry.

Word count: 8k

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

Chapter 7: Behind The Scenes - Movies and actors aren’t what they appear to be.

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"Look what I've got!"

Harry flopped down on the treehouse floor and proudly showed his little neighbor the silver signet ring on his left hand. Though it just remotely fit his thumb, Y/N thought it made him look so cool, like an adult. Besides, it was the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen, much more beautiful than her parents' wedding bands.

"My dad gave it to me for my birthday," he said smugly, pulled it off his finger and showed her the word STYLES engraved on the inside.

"It's so shiny!"

"Of course it is! It's silver!" The thirteen-year-old chuckled as he put the ring back on.

Y/N paused for a second. "Wait, your dad came back?"

"No." Harry shook his head. "He mailed the ring to my house."

Though he acted like it was no big deal, Y/N knew he was disappointed. She personally wouldn't want the mailman to deliver her birthday present from someone she loved. But of course, she wasn't going to make that comment.

"That's great!" the girl exclaimed to lighten the mood. "It means you have your dad's address now, you can exchange letters with him!"

"Nah, mum won't give me his address. I'm surprised she let me keep the ring." He gave her a shrug, frowning a little.

"Don't be sad," she told him. "At least he loves you and still thinks of you."

"Yeah, I guess," he said, this time the corners of his mouth turned up.

"And tomorrow is your birthday! Let's throw a party here! I'll decorate this treehouse and ask my mum to bake you some cookies—"

Harry cut her off, "actually, my mum's gonna throw me a party."

"Oh..." With that, her face fell. She fidgeted with her pigtails and thought for a second before glancing back up to meet his eyes. "I suppose you've already invited lots of people?"

"Yeah."

That answer made the little girl sad. She'd almost forgotten that Harry was a popular kid who had plenty of friends. Meanwhile, she only had two, him and Celine. That explained why she'd spent her tenth birthday with just the two of them. Harry's birthday, however, would probably be massive and exciting. Too bad she would not be a part of it.

"What's wrong, Bambi?" He gave her a grin and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it's all right, you're also invited. In fact, your name is first on the list."

"But your friends are all older than me." She pouted. "I won't be able to talk to anyone at your party."

"Well, it's my party. You can talk to me."

Y/N crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at the boy. "You sure you're gonna talk to me the entire time and ignore the other guests?"

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't promise her that. So he exhaled and plastered a beam on his face. "Okay, how's this? Let's celebrate my birthday today with just you and me. The party tomorrow is for everyone, you can also come if you change your mind. But today, you're my one and only guest."

"Really?" The way Y/N's face lit up made Harry's grin grow twice bigger.

He nodded quickly. "You take care of the food and I'll go buy some decorations. We'll meet back here at three?"

"Deal!" she said happily, gave him a fist bump and ran back to the rope ladder.

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Ever since they got together, Harry had spent more time at Y/N's place than his London house. Though she refused to let him help pay the rent (by help, he probably meant him paying it all for her), she loved to think that they were sharing a flat. What could be more special than going home after a long day at the bookstore just to cuddle him, and rant about her day so he could rant about his? They would do boring couple things like cook together, order in, watch lame movies, sometimes his (lame) movies, and have a lot of sex. Life was great.

Tonight, she was reading when he emerged at her bedroom door after finishing washing the dishes. She didn't look at first, but he was just idling there instead of coming bed, leaving her no choice but to give him some attention.

"I'm in the middle of an important scene now, so if you're gonna do a striptease, please do it fast."

"What's the point of doing a striptease if you do it fast?" He chuckled and leaned a shoulder against the doorframe. "Don't mind me, I'm just admiring your beauty from afar."

"Great, keep doing that, my narcissistic ass loves it." She grinned and turned her eyes back on the page.

"They got together yet?" He asked.

"No." She shrugged. "They've only kissed. But I've read too many books like this so I can totally guess what happens next."

"Yeah? Tell me," he said with a lopsided grin. "I'm intrigued."

His weird emphasis on the word cracked her up. Harry successfully caught the pillow she threw at him and then jumped right on top of her, squeezing her with the tightest hug. She let him nuzzle her neck like a kitten and went on, "so...my guess is that he'll do something stupid in the next chapter, she'll get hurt, and he'll realize what an idiot he is, so he'll do something romantic to win her back. But a good story doesn't just stop there."

"Wow, tell me more." He lied on his stomach and rested his chin on his knuckles, like a child listening to bedtime stories.

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to be serious. "Okay so, the antagonist will try to sabotage their relationship. It could be a bitter ex or strict parents that don't support them. But of course, those people all fail, and the couple will soon realize how much they love each other, then and only then will they have their happy ending."

Harry cackled as he sat up and kissed her lips. "What's the point of reading if you can already guess what's gonna happen?"

"What matters is how it happens, silly." She snorted and closed her book. "Now, where's my striptease?"

"Why should I give you a striptease when tomorrow's my birthday?"

"Tomorrow's your birthday?!" She faked a dramatic gasp but did not get the reaction she wanted from him.

"Nice try." He chuckled. "There's no way you forgot my birthday."

"I did though."

"Oh yeah?" Holding her by the hips, he guided her to straddle his lap and pulled down the spaghetti straps of her top, so he could spread his kisses across her chest. She tossed her head back, her lips parted to release the heavenly sensual sound of his name. Just the sight of her going weak for him had got him all riled up. "I was gonna tell you not to get me anything." His voice was dangerously low. "But thank God you don't remember my birthday."

She pulled away, her face contorted. "Wait, why can't I get you a birthday present?"

"Because all I need is right here." He tickled her sides, and she collapsed on his chest, laughing so hard that her eyes watered.

"Stop it, asshole!" she shouted when he stopped the torture. As his hands fell back to her thighs, she held his face between her palms. "But seriously, why? We used to always get each other birthday presents."

"I know you, Bambi. You'd overspend on my birthday because you think you should get me something expensive."

"First of all, I don't think so. Second, I already got you something, and it's not expensive at all."

"Really?" He stroked her hair. "What is it? Show me now?"

"I'll show you tomorrow night."

"Ooooh, did you buy new sexy lingerie for me?" He snuck one hand under her nightgown to squeeze her ass, but she seized his wrist before he made another move.

"Nope, it's better." To his disappointment, she placed his hand on her hip instead. "You'll be so happy you'll burst into tears, baby."

"Aww, I'm already overjoyed," he said, pulling her down, her head was on his chest. He stroked his hand steadily up and down her back, meanwhile rearranging his thoughts and making room for a bit of silence before he spoke again. "You're not throwing me a surprise party, are you?"

Her eyelids shot up when she heard the question. "No," she lied.

"Good." Harry nodded, still staring at the ceiling. "Because I want you to come with me to the party at Jeff's house tomorrow night."

"Your manager's throwing you a birthday party?"

"Kind of."

Shit.

"I told him not to, but he insisted on doing it. He and the cast and crew of the movie I'm working on had been planning it for weeks." He combed his fingers through his hair and blew up his cheeks. "I'm actually nervous. I've been told many important people are on the guest list."

Y/N propped her head up, her nose crinkled. "I bet this is Ruby's idea."

"Why do you hate Ruby so much?" he asked, sounding amused. "I know she wasn't so nice to you when you met her at my place, but that was mainly my fault, love."

His oblivion was really bugging her. She almost blurted out that Ruby had shown up at her place and offered her money to break up with him. But at the same time, she didn't want him to know that. He still had to play Ruby's love interest in this new film. Y/N didn't know much about acting, but she knew actors needed to get along in real life to deliver great chemistry in romantic scenes. The last thing she wanted was to create tension between him and his co-star that would affect his performance.

Immediately, she shrugged off the thought and pursed her lips. "Fine. I'm sorry I'm so bitter that I dislike your ex."

"Hey, I didn't mean that." He held her hips down when she attempted to get off his lap. "I love you, you know I do. I just don't want you to think about my past with her all the time. It means nothing to me now. You, on the other, mean everything. That's why I want you to go to this party with me. I need your support." He could see it in her eyes that she was a bit reluctant, so he continued, "You said you were curious about my life as an actor, right? This could be a fun experience for you. And you might meet an actor or actress that you like there."

A part of Y/N was still unsure, but how could she say no when he was giving her those puppy dog eyes?

"Okay, fine." She gave in. "But I'll wear my clothes and drive there on my own. Do not spend your money on me."

"Deal!" he gleefully said and pressed a kiss to her lips.

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Y/N returned to the treehouse at 3 PM, only find her friend sitting in the corner with his head on his arms. Harry heard her footsteps and looked up, his smile was turned upside down. He looked like he was going to cry, and Y/N had never seen Harry cry before, so she didn't know what to do. Swallowing hard, she took quiet steps toward the boy and sat down right by his side. The happy and fun birthday decorations were the opposite of the gloominess cast upon the two kids.

"W-what happened?" she asked.

Harry let out the longest sigh before he spoke, "I lost the ring."

It was only then that she noticed his empty thumb where his father's ring had been. She waited for him to start crying, but he didn't, even though his lips were quivering and his eyes were glossy. Y/N had always thought wanting to cry but not being able to was the worst kind of self-torture. She knew that, because during many fights with her dad, her mother had held back her tears to the point where agony was etched on her face.

"Hey, it's alright." Y/N patted his arm gently. "You might've dropped it somewhere. When was the last time you had it?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, holding his head and thinking for a long moment until he was calm enough to remember. "I guess...it was an hour ago, maybe? I ran to the store to buy some candles."

The girl stood up right away and offered him her tiny hand. "Come on," she said. "Let's go search for your ring!"

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Though Y/N hated inconsequent polite conversations and the awful mixture of expensive perfume that gave her a headache, she had to say that this party had exceeded her expectations. Everything here screamed rich. Most of the guests were A-list celebrities. There were people serving canapes, wine, and expensive cocktails. And they were playing her favorite songs (she assumed her boyfriend might have had something to do with this). Harry's manager Jeff had really outdone himself this time.

Before arriving, Y/N had thought only Harry's friends had been invited. But it seemed like Jeff had made sure all the big names in the film industry in London were there tonight. She recognized most of these people and she didn't watch that many movies. Maybe she should have gone out to buy the most expensive dress she could afford, and not shown up in this lame long sleeve bodycon dress that made her look like the cheapest walking being in the room. If Celine had been there, she would've screamed at her to go change. But maybe Celine would've got distracted, freaked out and fainted the second she saw her favorite actor, Cohen Guard drinking champagne with top model Jacelyn Fox. They would've made fun of these rich people together while fangirling about them. It would've been so great.

But Celine wasn't there. And Y/N was all alone.

She knew she shouldn't look down in the dumps at her boyfriend's birthday party, but how she acted and what she thought wouldn't make any difference. Nobody paid attention to her, anyway. She'd come here alone and had only spoken a few words to her boyfriend before Jeff stole him from her. The manager didn't even bother to wonder who she was, or why she'd been invited. She didn't matter to anyone here except for Harry.

So she'd found her place in the corner of the room, watching her boyfriend talking to a director Jeff had introduced him to. He looked nervous and kept glancing back to where she stood, probably to get some emotional support and make sure she was all right. She had to put on a beam whenever he stared, but the second he turned away, she went back to looking miserable. Y/N was completely alienated at this party.

"Y/N!"

Her heart leaped in joy the second she spotted Niall waving at her with a massive grin on his face. My savior, she thought to herself and immediately went in for a hug.

"You came!" Niall said. "Harold was afraid you'd change your mind."

"Nah, I didn't want to let him down," she said and took another sip of champagne.

"Where's Harold?"

"He's over there with Jeff and some directors."

Niall's eyes followed where Y/N's finger was pointing at, and he didn't comment anything else. He probably knew it was a duty for people like Harry to meet new people at parties like these, but at the same time, felt bad because Y/N was abandoned. So he quickly changed the subject by complimenting her dress. She didn't know if that was even half the truth, but it certainly made her feel less self-conscious now.

They spoke for a while until she noticed that Niall had been eye-flirting with a blonde from across the room. It seemed like he wanted to go over there and start a conversation, but didn't want to leave Y/N on her own. As much as she wanted to be selfish and keep him here with her, she ended up telling him to go talk to that girl.

"Are you sure you'll be fine here?" He raised an eyebrow in concern, making her laugh.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Like one hundred percent sure or ninety percent?"

"One hundred." She rolled her eyes and pushed his shoulder. "Go! Before she finds someone else."

"Okay." Niall gulped down his drink and put the empty glass back on the table next to him. "But don't worry," he told her, "Harold's coming."

Y/N looked up as Niall left and saw that her boyfriend was indeed making his way here. Harry stopped in front of her and leaned in, but then remembered just in time to kiss her on the cheek and not her lips like he'd intended to.

"Sorry I took too long." He pulled away, keeping his hands behind his back. "Was Niall bothering you?"

She grinned and shook her head. "No, he was actually keeping me entertained with his jokes."

"Are you bored?"

"Not at all."

He gave her a half-smile. "Okay, now you're just being sarcastic."

"You gotta love me for who I am, mister," said Y/N as she playfully poked his chest.

Harry eyed her from head to toes. She could already guess what he was thinking about when he wetted his lip and took a deep breath. "I really want to ruin your lipstick right now," he said in hushed tones. "That dress looks so fucking good on you."

"How about we sneak out of here and you can ruin more than just my lipstick?" She stepped forward, not breaking their eye contact. The look on his face was priceless. He had his mouth and eyes wide open, trying to appear as composed as he could, but she knew his heart was racing.

"We can't, love," he said at last.

Though dismayed, she couldn't blame him for not wanting to risk it. They shouldn't even be talking to each other right now.

"But...but...I can show you around," he added. "Jeff's got a huge house and—Have you checked out the sushi bar? There's a sushi bar."

"Yeah, I ate so much that so many people were staring and I had to leave," she said, chuckling slightly.

Harry hesitated, and yet he couldn't help but stroke her cheek with his thumb before tucking a black strand behind her ear. "I'll make it up to you after this party, I promise."

"I'm looking forward to it." She pressed her lips into a smirk. "So...why don't you show me around?"

"Okay, come—"

"Harry!" Jeff pushed his way through a group of people and clutched Harry's arm as his whole face lit up "Director Garrett Spielmann is here! I sent the invitation to him for fun and he actually came!"

"Oh God, that's great, uhm...but..." Harry paused to look back at his girlfriend. "Can you keep him busy for a moment?"

"Are you insane?!" Jeff cried out. He was too hyped to notice the girl standing behind his client, so he went on, tugging at Harry's arm. "That man directs only Academy Award-winning films and works with only potential Academy Award-winning actors! Please don't let me down!"

"But—"

"No!"

"Jeffrey!" Harry groaned like a little boy but Jeff refused to listen. He dragged his best client by the arm toward the white-haired man standing in the middle of the room. Y/N gave her boyfriend two thumbs up to let him know she was fine, still, he looked extremely guilty.

"I'm sorry and I love you," he mouthed at her. To be honest, that was all she needed to hear at the moment.

Now alone again, Y/N decided to go explore the house on her own. It was actually great to be a nobody because no one there came up to talk to her; they let her wander freely like a ghost among the living. After walking around until her legs were tired, she had found a bathroom. She didn't really need to go, she simply wanted to get away from the party just for a little while. The bathroom sounded like a great idea for that. In fact, it took her back to her prom night, when she'd spent most of the time making out with her boyfriend in a stall instead of dancing. The bathroom could be a great place if you wanted it to be.

Having been to Harry's and Isaac's house many times before, Y/N already had an idea of what rich people's bathrooms looked like. So she wasn't exactly surprised to see the one at Jeff's. It was similar, scrupulously clean with gleaming granite countertops, walnut framed mirrors, and fragrant fluffy towels carefully folded on a chair. Could she just stay here while waiting for Harry? It would surely be better than going back out there.

However, once she'd finished reapplying her makeup, she heard some voices and footsteps down the hall. They got louder as the people came closer, and then sauntered in two twins who looked and dressed like supermodels. It was Ruby who walked right behind them. Y/N guessed they had just arrived because she hadn't seen them until now.

The twins didn't pay much attention to her, though she'd noticed the way they had sized her up when they entered. Ruby, on the other hand, gave her a long hard glare as she walked past. Y/N didn't want to start an unwanted conversation here, so she had to leave quietly.

As she had just walked out of the door, the girls thought she was gone, so they began talking.

"Hey, Rubes, who's that girl?" one of the twins spoke with the most annoying high-pitched voice Y/N had ever heard. As much as she hated to eavesdrop, the conversation was about her, and she had to know how mean they were going to be. So she stood by the bathroom entrance with her back against the wall, listening to everything they had to say.

"I saw her laughing with Harry earlier," the same twin continued. "Do they know each other or something?"

"Is she his new assistant?" the other one joined in.

"Nope," Ruby said with a calm yet mocking tone. Her laugh echoed in the room. "She's here to serve drinks."

This bitch!

"They seemed like close friends to me," twin number one said.

"Oh, please." Ruby scoffed. "Harry is nice to everyone who works for him."

"But have you seen her dress?" Twin number two scoffed as she commented, "I mean, girl, are you at a birthday party or a funeral? I feel so sorry for her if she thinks she can fit in looking like that."

Y/N clenched her fists and bit so hard on her bottom lip that it turned white. If this was secondary school, she would've confronted those ladies like she'd done to the mean girls back then. But now she was an adult, a guest at an exclusive party, her boyfriend's birthday party. She knew better than to cause a scene and draw any attention to herself.

So she took a deep breath, held onto her rage and got out of there. That was when she bumped into Isaac.

"Hey, lady, watch where you're going!" he said with a beam but she was too upset to return one.

"Thank God you're here," she said. "I was about to lose it and bitch slap Ruby in the bathroom. Fuck, that bitch!"

Isaac blanched as soon as he heard. "Wait, what happened? Where's H?"

"Talking to Garrett Spielmann over there."

Isaac turned his head so fast it could've fallen off and he wouldn't have cared. "The Garrett Spielmann?" His blue eyes brightened. "The director of Vendetta Of Retreat, the best movie of all time?!"

"Jesus, calm down, you movie nerd." She gave his shoulder a nudge. "Well, he's busy speaking to Harry, so maybe wait a bit before you rush in to ask for a photograph."

"If I do fangirl too hard, please stop me," Isaac pulled a silly face that made her shriek with laughter.

Ruby and the twins had finally entered the room. All eyes were on them when they ambled in like models on a runway. They didn't pay attention to anyone, so Y/N assumed they probably didn't see her now that she'd blended right into the background, where she should be. She watched the actress kiss the twins goodbye and make her way to Harry. Everything she did pissed Y/N off, even the way she hugged Harry and held him for much longer than she did the others.

"Bitch," Y/N muttered, thinking Isaac didn't hear it. But he did, and he burst out laughing.

"So you've talked to the Declan twins?" he asked, pointing to those girls.

"No, but they sure had a lot to say about me. All awful things."

"Don't mind them. Their father is a millionaire and they think they're the British Kendall and Kylie Jenner."

His comment made her snort. "They are as bratty as those Kardashian girls, so that's actually correct."

The pair shared a good laugh at her comment and then Isaac added, "love your dress by the way."

"Many of the guests here would disagree, but thank you," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, I personally love it. But your outfit's still missing something."

"Of course it—What are you doing?" Y/N widened her eyes when the man took a step closer. Not saying a word, he pressed two fingers to the corners of her mouth and pushed them up.

"There ya go," he said with amusement as she pushed his hands away, smiling this time.

"You're a nerd," she said.

"And you, little lady, is a bully."

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The kids couldn't find the ring.

They had searched everywhere on the road from their houses to the store and they had asked everyone they knew. Nobody had seen the ring. Or maybe someone had, and they'd kept it for themselves. So Y/N and Harry returned home empty-handed and Y/N blamed herself for everything. As soon as they'd entered their treehouse, the little girl burst into tears.

"Hey, kid, what...what's wrong?" Harry gripped her trembling shoulders and crouched down so their faces were at the same level. "Hey, don't cry. It's not your fault."

"If it hadn't been for m-me...and...and this two-person party, maybe...maybe you would still have your r-ring," she said while sobbing into her small palms.

Harry's brain stuttered for a moment, he always panicked when his Bambi cry. Her tears had power over him, and he was still trying to figure out how to deal with them. Carefully, he held her little face and stroked her head, telling her to calm down.

"It's not your fault, Bambi. I was careless, and the ring was too big for me so it fell out. None of this is your fault. You've been nothing but a good girl."

It was funny how he hadn't thought of that when he lost the ring. He had been too upset about losing it that the reason why didn't matter. Only when he saw Y/N's tears did it occur to him that, if not today then sooner or later he would've lost that ring, anyway. You could never keep something that wasn't meant to be yours.

He took the girl's hands and pulled her down on the floor with him. They were sitting face to face, their fingers intertwined on his lap. Quietly, he watched her sniffle for a moment, and then she stopped crying.

"Maybe..." She freed one hand from his to wipe her wet cheeks. "Maybe your dad will understand if you tell him what you just told me."

His face went blank at once. "I-I don't think...uhm..." he stuttered, biting his lip. "I don't think he needs to know."

"Of course he does!" she cried out. "He gave it to you for your birthday."

"He didn't."

"What?"

Y/N gave him this innocent look that made his heart ache, for he knew he was a terrible person for lying to her. With his head hung low to avoid her big questioning eyes, Harry admitted, "he didn't give the ring to me. I-I found it in my mum's closet. She told me it used to be his and let me keep it."

Slowly, he looked up, expecting her to get angry. After all, he'd made her think it'd been her fault that he'd lost his father's gift. But Y/N only asked, "why didn't you just say that in the first place?"

The girl didn't sound querulous but rather perplexed and concerned. She didn't understand why he felt the need to lie, especially to her. Should she always be an exception?

A line appeared between his brows as he began to fidget with the buttons on his shirt. Embarrassed, he said, "because my dad...has never sent me a birthday present before. Maybe he doesn't even remember I exist, let alone my birthday. But I wished that he did, so I lied about him sending me the ring. I thought that...if you believed the story, I would too, and it'd become the truth."

The boy eventually looked up with sad eyes that made him look like a criminal who'd just pleaded guilty. However, the look his sweet little neighbor was giving him didn't make him feel that way. She didn't say a word and got on her knees to wrap her short arms around his torso. He was frozen for a second, but eventually relaxed to accept the hug, thinking it was one of the best gifts he'd ever received on his birthday.

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Harry had been watching his girlfriend and best friend for long enough to feel uncomfortable. He didn't care what Isaac had told him. He knew Isaac's feelings for Y/N couldn't have just vanished overnight. Maybe Isaac still loved her. Maybe he wanted to prove that she was wrong to choose Harry. Maybe he was waiting for an opportunity to win her back. Maybe that opportunity was tonight.

Stop, said the voice inside Harry's head, he was over-analyzing the situation again. Still, it was frustrating to see her so happy with Isaac.

"Harry is made for that role! He's perfect! Aren't you, H?"

"Huh?" The actor blinked rapidly. Only now did he realize everyone was staring, and he felt like a fool for not knowing what it was about.

"Garrett's new movie," Ruby reminded him. "I said you should audition for the role of the space soldier."

"Oh, no, I'm not—"

"He's so humble," she cut him off, giving his shoulder a subtle squeeze to say he should leave this to her. The truth was, he wished he could leave everything to her and go be with his girlfriend right now.

"It's good to be humble sometimes, but don't underestimate yourself," said Garett, who had been greatly entertained by Harry's laid-back attitude and Ruby's energy. He flicked his fingers between the two of them. "You could be perfect for the roles of the lovers."

"Well, I don't know about me, but Harry is the perfect choice." Ruby nudged him, making the few other guests standing there 'aww' at once. But when she was sure nobody paid attention anymore, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "you're acting like a sheep. Remember what I taught you."

Harry did remember her advice. He knew if he showed these people that he was any less than them, they would start seeing him that way too. However, it'd been hard to put on a great show knowing he'd left Y/N on her own for most of tonight. Now she was alone with Isaac, which didn't really help him feel any better.

When Harry glanced back to where those two had been just a minute ago, they were already gone. His eyes desperately searched for them from left to right, but they were nowhere to be seen in the room. Now he began to feel hot under the collar, almost like he was standing on fire.

"Excuse me."

The word slipped out of his mouth before he could think twice. He ignored Jeff saying his name, shrugged Ruby's hands off him, and muttered a sincere apology to the director he'd probably never get to speak to again. He needed to find his girl.

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"And over here we have...the sushi bar!"

Isaac fell about as Y/N presented it to him like she was the owner of the place. "Are you sure this is the first time you've been here?"

She gave him a shrug. "I had nothing to do for the last two hours, so I walked around. But this could be my house in twenty years. Who knows?"

Smiling, she picked up a clean plate to get some sushi rolls for the two of them. He watched her hum in satisfaction as she ate one, and with a mouth full, asked him if he'd like to try.

"No, I—"

"Come on, open your mouth."

He pretended to look annoyed but still opened his mouth so she could feed him the roll using chopsticks.

"Good?" she asked, and he nodded, making her giggle. "See? I told ya. This is the only good thing about this party, to be honest."

"Our surprise party would've been better." His comment made her beam fade away. As she said nothing else, he went on with a sigh, "I'm sorry you had to cancel it at the last minute. Did Harry know?"

"Nah, if he had, he would've asked Jeff to cancel this party." A corner of her mouth quirked up as she lifted her shoulders. "I didn't want him to put himself second on his birthday because of me."

"You think he would've done that?"

"Yeah. I know him," she asserted. "He's not enjoying this party at all. You can just see it in his eyes."

Isaac obviously couldn't. Nobody here could, except for her. Maybe it was her special talent, one she'd always taken pride of. She knew him better than everyone in this house. But unfortunately, they were the ones receiving his attention tonight.

"Well, hello Isaac."

When Y/N heard that scratchy voice, she didn't have to turn around to know it was one of the twins from earlier. She could never get that obnoxious high-pitched tone out of her head. As she turned around, the girl shoved an empty glass into her hands.

"Get me some more champagne," said twin number one, who had a slightly higher voice than her sister.

Y/N pushed the glass back to the girl. With a hostile glare, she said, "I don't work here. You have arms and legs, do it yourself."

The girl raised an eyebrow and puckered up her lips. "Are you sure you don't work here?"

"Hey, that's enough, Emma."

"Oh, you're hanging with the party staff now, Isaac?" twin number two said as she stepped forward to back up her sister. Y/N almost told him to leave it to her to handle these bitches, but he didn't even give her a chance to try.

"She's my girlfriend. Speak to her like that again and I'll tell your father what you really did in Vegas."

The twins had their mouths hanging open but neither could make a sound, and Isaac didn't want to wait for them to speak. He grabbed a startled Y/N and pulled her with him, away from those girls, to an empty balcony and shut the glass doors to muffle the loud music and noisy conversations.

Just as he was about to say something, she interrupted him. "Why did you tell them I was your girlfriend?"

"I didn't...I didn't know what to say. I was angry that they said that to you." He breathed and shoved his fingers in his golden locks. "They both asked me out two years ago, and I turned them down. They're still bitter about it, apparently."

"They both asked you out?"

"Weird, right?" He snorted at the look on her face. "You okay, Smiley?"

"Yeah." She looked up to meet his eyes. "I would've kicked their asses had you not been there."

"Thank God I was there. You're one violent little girl."

"Who you calling a little girl?" She playfully hit his chest only for him to catch her wrists and hold them down. The two of them were dying of laughter when the door opened and Harry appeared.

"Bambi?" His voice stopped them at once.

Isaac let Y/N go, giving Harry a grin, but he didn't get the same attitude in return. The way Harry's eyebrows snapped together and his lips set in a hard line had said it all.

"I'll leave you two alone," said Isaac as he gave his best friend one last glance before leaving.

Once the door fell shut, Harry turned back to his girlfriend. Y/N didn't hold his gaze for more than a second. She turned her head to stare at the trees and fairy lights in Jeff's garden.

"I was looking everywhere for you," he spoke, his voice was low. "Are you mad at me?"

"No."

As she released a shaky breath, Harry expected her to continue. But what came next was silence. Terrifying, grim silence that made his bones ache and his heart sink. He took a step forward to stand by her side and refrained the need to reach for her hand. He knew any move he made was being watched. He was nothing more than a poor book character waiting for the readers to decide whether he was good or bad.

"What were you and Isaac talking about?" He asked, his eyebrows pulled together as he studied her reaction. He didn't have to say it, she knew what he was thinking.

"He was just keeping me company while you were busy with the other guests," she replied with a straight face.

"You know I can't spend all my time with you, Bambi," he said steadily. "People would get suspicious, that's how rumors start."

"I know. That's why I'm not blaming you."

"You were though."

"I wasn't!" She shot him a glare. "I just felt uncomfortable, so I came out here for some fresh air. Why's it a problem for you?!"

"Because you're clearly upset that I'm not spending enough time with you tonight and you won't admit it."

"No." She laughed wryly, shaking her head. "I'm upset because I don't feel welcome here. These snobby rich people look down on me, H. I know it's not your fault, but why are you trying to pin it on me?"

"Are you seriously doing this right now?" He breathed and quickly glanced at the door to make sure no one was looking at them. "You want to get to know me. Well, this is me, Bambi. I'm not just the boy you grew up with, I'm also an actor. And sadly, what those snobby rich people think of me matters. I don't like that, in fact, I hate that. But I still have to go through with it every day. So why can't you just be supportive?"

"If I weren't supportive, I wouldn't have come here, H." She stared at him in disappointment. "It's sad that you think I still need to get to know you. I've known you my whole life, and this isn't you. All you've been doing tonight is trying to please other people. You're not having fun on your birthday and these people are not your friends. They don't even care about you."

"I don't need them to care about me, I need them to accept me. That's the only way for me to mean something here."

"You are something to me," she softened her voice, but he let those words go over his head.

"It's easy for you to say because you're not one of us. Maybe you should've stayed home."

Fear crossed his face as he realized what he'd said. Abruptly, he reached for her hand, muttering a late apology only for her to push him away.

"I didn't mean it like that—"

"No, you were right," she cut him off. "I should've stayed home."

When she stormed off, Harry was paralyzed for a whole second. His mind was blurry until it suddenly hit him what this could mean for them. The last time she'd walked out on him, he'd lost her for a year, and could've lost her forever had it not been for that bloody storm. He couldn't lose her again, especially not on his birthday.

Terrified, he chased after Y/N, but she had blended right into the crowded room and disappeared like a ghost. Before he could make it to the exit, a hand pulled him back by his shoulder.

"Hey, there you are!" Ruby said, her eyebrows rose. "Come on, I—"

"Not now Rubes." He shrugged her off, only to bump into the Declan twins as he attempted to run.

"Hey, Rubes, that girl turns out to be Isaac's girlfriend. Why did you say she was here to serve drinks?! "

Ruby's eyes bulged out when Harry looked back at her, and now he finally realized what had happened when he wasn't there. Y/N had been upset for a reason which he'd been too oblivion and selfish to figure out.

"I can explain," Ruby blurted, but he stopped her before she could start.

"Please don't." He pulled away and then dashed toward the door.

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"Wait!" Y/N shouted before Harry blew out the candle on his cupcake. She looked so serious with her eyebrows knitted together and her arms crossed. "Before you make your wish, I have to give you my present first."

"It's not how it works though." He scoffed. "It's always: blow the candle, make a wish, and then open presents."

"This is a special birthday so we don't play by the rules," said the little girl as she reached inside the back pocket of her jeans. "Close your eyes."

Smiling, Harry shut his eyes. He told her she shouldn't have bought him anything, and she replied by saying he talked too much. On the count to three, the girl told him to open his eyes.

"Ta-da!"

"A...ribbon?" The boy looked confused, but at the same time, amused by the birthday surprise she was holding in front of his face.

"Give me your hand." Y/N giggled. She didn't have to explain herself, because when she wrapped the pink ribbon around his thumb and tied both ends together into a nice little bow, he finally got the idea.

"Now you can tell everyone you got a ring on your birthday!" She blushed, chewing on her lip. "This was kind of a...last-minute idea. And you know, I don't have money to buy you a real one—"

"I love it!" He cut her off while admiring the 'ring' on his thumb. "It's beautiful."

Her eyes sparkled with joy as she clapped her hands and promised him, one day she would get him a real silver ring. He told her he couldn't wait until that day and finally blew out the candle.

"Do early birthday wishes come true?" He asked after having made his wish.

With her hands on her knees, she gave him a shrug. "We'll find out. But did you wish for your dad to come back or for you to find the ring?"

"I wish for us to always stay together."

Her reaction to his answer wasn't what he'd expected.

"Harry! Why would you say your wish out loud?!"

"Well, you asked me what it was." The boy chuckled at the horrified look on his little friend's face. "This is a special birthday, remember? It doesn't follow the rules of ordinary birthdays."

Harry's reassurance made Y/N sigh in relief. She pursed her lips, batting her eyelashes at him. "I hope you're right."

He knew he was right. They would always stay together. Because what would he do without his girl?

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"Bambi, wait!" Harry burst right through the door and leaped down the steps with two strides to catch up with Y/N. She heard his voice and only walked faster toward her car, clutching the strap of her crossbody bag so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"Go back inside, you're making a scene!" she shouted at him without slowing down, but Harry didn't give up. He pushed past the people who were trickling out of the house. Their indistinct voices were sizzling in his ears, but he brushed them off and tried to keep up with her pace.

"Baby, I'm sorry!"

"I don't wanna hear it!" She covered her ears like a child, striding ahead. Just as she was about to reach her car, however, he jumped right between her and the door, holding her arms so she wouldn't push him out of the way.

"I didn't mean what I said!"

"And I don't care," she grumbled, turning her head from left to right. Her face reddened as she realized there were people watching them fight in the driveway. Harry, on the other hand, was too delirious to care.

"Please, I'm sorry I said that to you." He held her face dearly so she would look at him instead of those strangers. "That was stupid, really stupid. I should've been there for you instead of him. It won't happen again."

"What are you doing? People are staring at us," she said between gritted teeth, but he wasn't listening.

"I love you, Bambi. I love you so much—"

Y/N covered his mouth with both hands, the color drained out of her face. While she was in shock that he'd screamed out those words, he was snickering into her palm.

"Are you fucking insane?!" She pushed him away. "Jesus Christ, how much did you drink? You're fucking craz—"

That sentence was left unfinished as he held her face and bent his head to kiss her deeply. His lips were soft, his mouth hot. His tongue thrust into her mouth as he turned them around and pinned her against her car. The next thing she knew, she was kissing him back, shoving her fingers in his tangled hair, moaning his name. They kissed like no one was watching. His hands worked their ways around her body, caressing her body that was made just for him. She was his girl, his one and only. He told himself that before pulling away, one hand on the glass window, the other holding her neck, their foreheads touching. They held each other's intense gaze for a long moment while panting and trembling.

Y/N had only read about the type of kisses that made your head spin and your heart stop, but with him, she could feel everything she'd thought didn't exist. It was always fireworks when they touched, and she could probably never get used to it.

"Why did you do that?" she asked quietly, her hands clenched fistfuls of his shirt.

He sucked in a shaky breath before closing his eyes. "Because you wouldn't hear me out."

"Well, you were rude to me. You hurt my feelings."

"I'm sorry. I was...I was going insane in there," he said, his eyelids fluttered. "I didn't like seeing you with Isaac, and I didn't like how I'd been distracted the whole night just thinking of you. I used to be...good at it you know, putting on a fake smile and parading around like I enjoyed every single moment. But tonight, I could only think about you. I worried that you might not like it, that you weren't happy, that after tonight you would change your mind about our relationship. I just...I hate that you're not like us, you're too good for our pretentious world. So if I'm not careful enough, I can lose you easily."

"I didn't...didn't know you felt that way." She pouted, slowly caressing his cheeks. "I'm sorry, maybe I should've been more understanding."

He shook his head. "No, it was my fault. I didn't realize some people had been awful to you."

"Did Isaac tell you?"

"No, one of the twins accidentally said it." He frowned. "Maybe both of us should've stayed home. I'm not a dick when I'm alone with you."

His remark about himself made her giggle. "I almost threw away my birthday present for you because you were a dick," she said and asked him to give her a moment.

Harry arched an eyebrow as he watched Y/N open her crossbody bag. Before he could say a word, she pulled out from a small pocket a silver signet ring.

"Got this from a thrift store. It's embarrassingly cheap, I promise." She smirked as shock transformed his face.

"Wait, is that..."

Y/N nodded. "I don't remember what your dad's ring looked like exactly, so I'm sorry if this one might look a bit different. I had the word BAMBI engraved instead of your last name. See?"

"Wow, you are narcissistic."

"Oh, shut up!"

Harry was beaming like an excited little boy when she took his left hand and put the piece of jewelry on his ring finger, which fit perfectly.

"Happy sweet twenty-five, my love," she said. "Now you can tell everyone this is the birthday present from someone who really loves you."

Too emotional to speak, Harry dragged his Bambi back into his arms and showered her face with gentle kisses. He repeatedly whispered into her ear how much she meant to him and how lucky he was to have her in his life. Though she already knew, her heart still bloated, filled with affection.

"People have seen us together." She nibbled on her bottom lip while observing his face.

"It's fine, don't worry." He kissed the tip of her nose. Despite what he'd said, the look in his eyes had failed to cover up his fear. "Whatever happens, you'll stay with me right?"

"Always." She pressed her lips against the curve of his jaw, her hands tightened on his hips.

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[liquor-and-intellect]

WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP WHERE DO WE GO? H.S AU part three: you should see me in a crown

Jay is force to be reckoned with. She does what she wants and the consequences aren’t as bad she’d expect. She stays out late, drinks with her friends and sleeps with Kai- who may or may not have a girlfriend.

When Jay meets Harry, her life seems to slow down. Feelings start to slip through the hard exterior that she’s worked so hard to build. She could finally learn to be vulnerable and overcome the scars left by her childhood that she didn’t realize went to deep.

Follows Billie Eilish’s Album.

part three: you should see me in a crown

“Tell me which one is worse

Living or dying first

Sleeping inside a hearse

I don't dream”

- you should see me in a crown//Billie Eilish

*warning: mentions of drug use and trauma*

Little bare feet padded across the hardwood floor, making their way down the hallway. She was silent as she knew her mother would get upset when she would get out of bed past her bedtime.

But she was up because she couldn’t sleep. She remembered the days when she was younger- five or so- and her father would read her a book until her small body would succumb to the embrace of unconsciousness. She missed that. Her heart ached at that memory; she didn’t understand what she did wrong to make him act so differently sometimes.

She had heard the front door open while she’d been staring at the glowing stars on her ceiling. The time was 2:03 am, she knew this because her Barbie clock said so. When she heard his familiar grunt, she knew she wanted him to read her a book like the good old days. That’s the words she would use.

She had it planned out in her head as she crept down the hallway. Her nightgown with the words “princess” on the front making a swishing noise as she moved, and she prayed her mom would not hear.

Her father wasn’t in the living room by the door, but she heard a thump in the bathroom, so she made her way towards it. She could wait for him if she needed to.

The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar, the light casting a small projection into the dark hallway.

She pressed her hand to the frame. “Daddy?” she whispered.

The door made a creak that would have woken the dead as she pushed it open and she almost froze thinking of how upset her mother would be. She wouldn’t be able to play on the computer for a week.

She couldn’t stop the squeaking hinges as it hit the wall of the bathroom and her jaw froze in shock.

Laying on the bathroom floor was her daddy. A needle protruding from his arm with deep bruises around it, like the needle she gets when she visits the doctor.

Did he need a shot? she wondered. Was my daddy sick?

She noticed the pill bottle in his hand, but paid no attention to it because it meant nothing to her at the time, it wouldn’t be until later that she would realize that her desire to be around people who used would just prove that subconsciously she wanted to feel closer to her father.

The little girl was ten. The police would argue with her mother later that she should have been old enough to know to get help when she saw him initially. She should have known to get help when she witnessed her daddy convulse on the ground and the foam escape past the lips that used to kiss her on the forehead. She should have known to get help when he stilled and his body became cold and his blue eyes that held the color of the ocean just like her own, rolled into the back of his head.

She should have known.

But whether she did or not, she still didn’t move until the early morning hours where her mother found her sound asleep on her deceased father’s chest, hoping and praying that her daddy would wake up.

The screams of her mother that echoed through her skull that day would make it hard for her to even listen to her mother speak for the rest of her life.

 I woke up with a sheen of cold sweat layered over my face.

There was no jerking of limbs or dramatic gasps of air when I awoke from my nightmare. It happened too often for me to be surprised of what I would see every time I closed my eyes.

It didn’t mean it would hurt any less though.

I sat up, rolling my shoulders back and massaging the everlasting knot in my neck that I had grown accustomed to.

Here’s what we are going to do, I told myself, as I filed away the hurt and pain of that day that I never let myself feel unless it was in the naked hours of the morning, we are going to channel this energy into something else. We are not going to think of that day.

So what did I tell myself next?

That I was going to make today my bitch.

 With no ill intentions on my part, but rather lack of patience, I snapped at Hunter this morning as she asked excessive questions about how she acted last night.

She stopped talking after that.

She knew me well enough to not push me when I was in these moods and for that I was grateful. I wasn’t completely unaware that I was somewhat of an enigma to my friends. They knew Jay, the Jay that lived here in Los Angeles. The one that waited tables and drove them home. They knew nothing about my past or where I came from. Every time they had asked personal questions, I would be quick to shut down the conversation. They learned swiftly within our relationship that vulnerability and transparency were not traits that I was welcomed to.

“I just felt like we had a lot in common, you know?” Hunter told Winnie at our kitchen counter as I sat mindlessly flipping through a magazine.

Winnie had woken up not long ago and had shuffled her feet loudly to the kitchen where she poured a cup of coffee. Hunter and her had been talking quietly across the counter.

I snorted. “Please, all you shared was that ashtray.” It came out wrong, but I wasn’t in the mood for correcting myself. She could take whatever she wanted from my remark.

Winnie rolled her eyes, tugging a strand of her blonde hair as she leaned forward on her elbows. “Jay,” she scolded. “you don’t have to be such a bitch.”

I widened my eyes at her. “Bitch? You forget if it wasn’t for me, you two wouldn’t even had made it home,” I snapped back, the venom I laced into my voice had colored my words.

Hunter sunk further back into her seat. She hated confrontation.

Winnie threw her hands up in the air. “Then don’t fucking come then!” Her voice rose an octave. “It’s not like you have any fun anyway. You’re too busy being a prude and sitting there judging us like you’re somehow better than us. At least we aren’t sleeping with a guy who has a girlfriend.” She pushed a thumb to her temple as if the crescendo her voice took added to the pain that her hangover was providing.

Bite my tongue.

I reveled in her silence as she waited for me to respond, to come back at her even harder—but that wasn’t even my ammo. Sure, I was fire and spice a majority of the time, but I knew when to bide my time correctly and her silence was my favorite sound that I have ever heard her make in that moment.

I stood up and walked out of the room.

I didn’t have time for this shit.

Later, we would make up and talk this out. She had been holding this in for a long time and I had mostly provoked the situation—which I should have felt bad for. But today, I did not.

…

Seven p.m. came too quickly.

A majority of my afternoon was spent pacing my room nervously. I didn’t go on dates very often, we usually just skipped the semantics and went straight to the bedroom. Especially since I started sleeping with Kai, I hadn’t had the desire to look for anyone else to take home, so I was a little rusty when it came to the world of dating.

What was I supposed to expect from this event? Were we going to go to his place after and have sex? Did he think that I was girlfriend material? What exactly did he see in me that was so interesting with me provoking his coworker and scrubbing a cheap wine stain off my pants in a house full of cigarette smoke?

I tried to push those thoughts to the back of my mind and remind myself who I was. I didn’t believe in love, I didn’t date, but I do live impulsively and recklessly enough to actually go tonight.

Well, I would have canceled had I had his phone number.

But his car was coming to a stop in front of my apartment and I was standing in my window in my nice lacey camisole with an over-large gray cardigan hanging off my shoulders and I couldn’t bring my feet to move.

What the hell was I doing?

Harry didn’t know my thoughts, but he got out of the car and walked to the front door—long legs and all— as if it was completely natural. Clean white sneakers adorned his feet and his arms were snug underneath a jean jacket and he looked damn good.

I sighed as I heard the knock on the door.

I didn’t recognize this nervous mess of a person I was. So, I did the only thing I knew how to do and slipped on my leather heeled boots and strolled to the door as if I had zero fucks about anything in the world.

Make ‘em bow, I told myself as I plastered a smirk on my face and opened the door.

His appearance almost made me falter- almost. If I thought Harry looked good from the window, he was absolutely breathtaking standing in front of me.

His hair was it’s usual mess of curls but by the way it dipped slightly to the side, I could tell that he had meticulously placed it that way. He pushed a hand through it. “Wow,” he breathed. “you look great.” I had almost forgotten about the accent.

Almost.

Not waiting for him, I closed the door behind me and waltzed around him. “You should see me in a crown then,” I called over my shoulder, the clicking of my boots echoing off the sidewalk as his laughter trailed behind me.

…

“So, I really want to hear more about you.”

I glanced up from the plate of grilled chicken marsala I was enjoying, noticing Harry’s green eyes landing on me with intent from across the table.

After I had settled myself into his car—not giving him a chance to open the door for me—he had brought me to a nice American styled café that overlooked the beach. Besides nightlife, I hadn’t ventured out into L.A very much since moving a couple years ago. So the light breeze of the night and the scent of the salty air was refreshing and surprisingly made me feel somewhat lighter.

“I don’t really talk about my past,” I answered, punctuating my sentencing with a fork in my mouth.

He smiled. He had a way of taking my rude, sarcastic remarks and finding them interesting. “I didn’t ask about your past,” he breathed. “I asked about you- the present.” The Edison bulbs that hung above us glittered in his irises as his gaze rested upon me.

I quirked an eyebrow. “Isn’t someone’s past the most important thing about them? Like, what has made them… Them?”

Harry shook his head, causing a strand of hair to fall in front his green eyes. He brushed it back. “I totally disagree. A person is not defined by their past.”

I snorted at that statement. A person had to be defined by their past. Those mistakes, sins, regrets… They weave your vary soul. The stain those past offenses caused on you was not something that could just be washed away with a couple sleepless nights and a guilty conscience. You can’t just remove that part of yourself—just like you couldn’t remove half of your heart and live to talk about it.

“You don’t believe that?” he asked and the look in his eyes made me feel like this was a piece of me that he was trying his hardest to figure out.

He shouldn’t waste his time.

I shook my head. “Of course, I don’t.”

Maybe he felt my discomfort from the way I shifted in my chair, because he changed the subject. “What’s your full name?” he asked.

“Jay Elise Holland.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Jay isn’t short for anything?”

“No it is not, Harold.”

The laugh that slipped past his lips erupted deep from his belly and it made me feel… warm. He threw his head back and his eyes screwed shut as his shoulders shook. I didn’t even think it was that funny, but the way his chuckle floated across the table of a candle and chicken dish to my receptive ears delighted me in a way that I hadn’t felt in a very long time.

My cheeks rose as a tug of a smile played on my lips.

He took note of it, letting his gaze take in the small smile. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything further about it.

I quickly changed the subject. “So, when did you move to L.A.?” I asked.

He cocked his head to the side. “Me and my mum moved ‘ere when I was seventeen,” he said, taking a long sip of his water, his green eyes twinkling with unknown mischief.

“Why?” I asked. It was blunt, but I didn’t care.

He breathed out a light laughed and looked down. I swore a rosy color appeared on his cheeks and my heart soared slightly. “I can’t tell you. This is a first date and it is too embarrassing,” he finally chuckled, looking back up at me.

My fork made a clink as I set it on the table. I crossed my arms and leaned closer. “You have my full attention now.”

Harry groaned, running a hand down his face as he looked everywhere but me. “Okay, so like… fuck,” he grumbled. “This is so embarrassing. You know boy bands, right?”

I nodded slowly, not following his connection.

He took a deep breath. “I moved ‘ere because my mum wanted me to… like… audition for one.” He scratched the back of his head.  

I pursed my lips. “And did you get the part?”

Reluctantly, he shook his head. “No,” he responded bashfully. “I didn’t, but we stayed anyways and I went to uni- or college-  for marketing and the rest is history.” Broad shoulders shrugged.

Taking a deep breath, I let it out in a sigh. “That…” I searched for the right word. “is definitely something.” I settled with.

He chuckled at that and I couldn’t help but let a breathy laugh out as well. I had never heard so much chuckling in such a small span of time.

“What kind of music do you listen to?” he asked, pushing his empty plate away from and settling back in the chair.

I opened my mouth to speak and then shut it right back. I didn’t know the answer to that question. In my mind, I couldn’t think of the last time I had played music for the fun of it. The complicated answer was that I didn’t listen to music because I didn’t like to experience what it made me feel… so in the end, I just stopped. When I was younger, I loved music. I would dance in my living room with bare dirty feet and recite every word to the Top 100… Now?

The simple answer, “I actually don’t listen to much music.”

Harry tried with every atom in his body to not let the shock show on his face, but it was there and extremely evident. His deep, elongated words formed a shocked sentence of “You… you’re joking, right?”

I shrugged and looked down to pick at my fingernails. “Why would I fucking joke about that?” I mumbled. It was hard not to ice my words over, but I did it anyways.

A breath through his nose filled his chest, but he didn’t waver from my coldness. “You just haven’t found what you liked yet.”

Harry was quick to warm up my icy demeanor as he swiftly paid for our food. I still felt a pinprick of guilt that I wasn’t the type of human who didn’t listen to music. If we were being honest, I didn’t know how to. It didn’t stop me from wishing that in that moment I could have been different, just so Harry could relate to me a bit more.

Who the fuck was I?

We walked along the beach, sand kicking up at our shins as we continued with the low-tide shore. The sun was already down, but the glowing of the nightlife above the boardwalk glittered off the receding waves. They also found themselves reflecting in Harry’s eyes.

“Coffee or tea?” Harry asked, filling the silence.

“Huh?”

“I just want to know more about you—and since you seem to be wanting to know more about yourself as well, I thought I’d do us both a favor.”

I snorted. “Coffee.”

He nodded. “Makes sense.”

I stopped. “What does that mean?”

He took a couple steps before realizing I was now behind him. When he turned towards me, the breeze blew his hair across his face. “You are a coffee person. Coffee people are usually more mysterious.”

“It’s a drink,” I retorted.

“It’s a fact,” he argued back.                                                                                

I continued walking.

“Blue or green?” he continued.

I thought of the color of his eyes, of new beginnings and growth. “Green.”

“If you knew you wouldn’t fail, what is one thing in the world you would do?” his voice hummed like a lullaby.

“Be a different person.”

…

We spent the rest of the night talking and while nothing substantial about myself was revealed to him, the conversation maintained. About work, school, my roommate and friends and Harry’s neighbors. They were loud on Fridays but quiet on Sundays, watered their garden on Mondays but forgot about it on Wednesdays. Harry was observant and that small part of him greatly intrigued me.

Our steps scraped the sidewalk as he walked me to my front door around midnight. I didn’t know what he expected from me after buying my food and spending the evening alongside me.

“Do you want to… come in?” I asked, almost sheepishly although I wouldn’t admit it.

He gave me a smile. “Jay,” he gasped. “this is a first date.” Harry punctuated the sentence with a wink.

I laughed, turning fully to face him and taking in the way he looked in the streetlamp of my townhouse.

Then, he caught me off guard.

Harry took a step toward me, putting a tentative hand on my cheek to encourage me forward just slightly. A small movement that resulted in his lips grazing mine and a dusty suitcase of butterflies opening itself up in my stomach and taking flight through the marrow of my bones. It was exhilarating. I found myself leaning further into it, enjoying the gentle way he kissed me as if I would shatter into a thousand pieces.

Harry allowed me to deepen it further, my hand finding its way to his hip as our lips slid over one another. I grazed my tongue against his gently, causing his breath to hitch slightly as I felt the reverberations through his lips.

He pulled back to soon, catching his breath and letting his gaze fall over me. Exhale. “I’ll see you soon, Jay,” he whispered to me, letting his hand fall from my cheek, a smile playing on his lips, and backing away from me to his car.

I watched him shut the door and pull away from the curb, a dopey smile on my face. When I realized I was smiling, I also realized why I had been in such a bad mood this morning. How my soul was black and stained and I could never forget about it. How people like me would never be deserving of people like Harry.

The hard exterior glazed itself over my eyes like a film.

I had to fucking forget about him. I had to.

The self-destruction that usually took over when good things happened was settling in my bones once more. I knew the signs too well and I still couldn’t stop it.

Grabbing a bottle of vodka from the cabinet, I took the stairs to my room one by one. All I could see was the blood of my father on the marble, reminding me why I couldn’t be happy. Taunting me, encouraging me to fully self-destruct and never come back.

I got to my room and sent a simple text.

You up?

Kai quickly responded. They always did.  

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Christmas Intimacy at Anne's House (SMUT)

AN: i feel like my soft sex smuts get repetitive 😭. but i love writing them so much. as always, please excuse any mistakes. i have a habit of missing mistakes with my eyes even after proofreading it.

This story contains: soft sex, closeness

{ dad!harry - husband!harry - soft!harry - 4 kids }

word count: 1,843

After being sex deprived for days as you stay at Harry's mum's house for Christmas, you finally have sex late one night under the warm covers in the guest room you're staying in.

This will be the fourth night of staying with Harry's mum Anne at her house in Holmes Chapel. Due to the fact that your family is so busy most of the year, Harry loves to bring you and your four children to spend a week with her for Christmas. It's been a tradition for many years. Your kids adore their Nan just as much as she adores them. And of course Harry loves to spend time with his mum. You don't have much family so Harry's family has became yours through-out the twelve years of your marriage.

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Its about 9:00 pm and you've just put your kids to bed for the night. They have their own rooms at Anne's house, making you and Harry have some level of privacy by having a room to yourselves. Which you are quite thankful for because you feel as a parent that mummy's and daddy's should have a space to themselves where they can relax and do other 'adult things'.

Harry and yourself go into your designated room after laying your kids down and get ready for bed too. You both brush your teeth and slip on some pajamas. After that, you and Harry slide into the warm covers and scoot towards each other, loving to snuggle close as you sleep.

The bedroom is dark except for the street lights coming through the window, making a soft glow in the room. You can feel the warmth Harry's body produces as it radiates to yours. Harry's large hands are running up and down your back in a soothing manner as your forehead is pressed into his clothed chest. Legs tangled together.

The longer you lay in the quietness, the more you think about how long its been since the two of you had sex. Like actual sex and not just mutual masturbation or foreplay. It's been a little over a week and you're starting to crave your husbands touch. But not just his touch, his sexual touch. The one that make you feel oh so good. In conclusion, you're horny.

"Harry." you whisper against you husbands shirt. You know he's still awake by his moving hands on your back.

"Yeah, my love?" Harry whispers.

You pull back slightly from Harry's chest and ask shyly, "Will you make love to me?"

This has Harry pulling his body away from you so he can come face to face with yours, though he can't see much. Then keeping his tone low from remembering where you two are, his mums house, he questions, "Like right now? Thought you said sex was off limits at my mums house?"

"Well... that was before. Now I'm realizing how much I miss your cock inside me. How much I miss your body on top of mine. Please? I'm so wet for you." All that has Harry's cock twitching inside his flannel pajama pants and boxers. He wants nothing more then to have sex with his beautiful wife right now. He just knows you must stay quiet so his mum and your kids don't awake.

"Okay, but we've gotta keep as quiet as possible. You know how my mum is about us having sex down the hall from her. But if she does happen to hear us, we'll just tell her we were making her fifth grandchild and she should be alright with it." Harry giggles out that last part.

While keeping the duvet over your bodies, you both reach down and slip your pants and underwear off until they're lost within the sheets. Then Harry rolls his body over until he's on top of yours. It's not exactly skin to skin like you'd prefer, beings you have your shirts on, but just his weight on you is enough at the moment.

Harry leans down while cupping your cheek in one hand, and passionately kisses you. Yeah you've kissed this past week but not a kiss like this. His tongue strokes yours as the kiss gets deeper. You attempt to buck your hips up for some friction and Harry smirks in the kiss. Then slowly pulls away.

"Bit needy I see." Harry teases.

"Please Harry, need you so bad. Just want to feel close to you tonight." you whine.

"Alright love, I'll make love to you. That's what you wanted right? For me to go slow and for you to feel me close to me, hum?" Harry asks knowingly.

"Yeah babe."

With that being said, Harry reaches between your bodies and grazes his fingers over your pussy to make sure you were actually wet for him. He concludes you are in fact wet and grabs ahold of his now hard and throbbing shaft, giving it a few strokes, and blindly eases it into your entrance. Even after pushing four babies out your vagina, a week of no sex makes you super tight.

As Harry's cock continues to slowly slide into your pussy, he drops his head down to your neck and begins to lay soft kisses to your skin. You wrap your legs around your husbands waist and place your hands on his clothed back, grabbing at the material. Then Harry finally bottoms out and stays still for a moment to allow you to adjust fully before slowly rocking his cock in and out of your cunt.

"Mhm shit, Harry. You feel so big inside me." you moan out lowly.

Harry lifts his head until its hovering above yours and giggles, "You've had this cock for how many years, fourteen, and you're just now realizing how large I am?"

"No, you've always been big but in this moment, you feel extra big because we haven't been intimate is days. God, I love you so much." you pant up on his face that you can barley see.

"Love you too, darling." Harry coos and then leans back down to litter kisses to your exposed skin. You were slightly cold earlier because Anne doesn't have heating in her house and it's Winter. But with Harry's body on yours, having your shirts still on, and the duvet kept over your bodies incase someone happens to walk in, you have gotten sweaty. Though its a good kinda hot that's making you sweaty. One that makes you feel suffocated by your husband in the best way possible.

Harry tries to keep a good rhythm without making the bed hit the wall and is doing a pretty good job at it. He's thrusting his cock in and out your warm, wet walls at a slowish pace but it feels incredible. He's so thick and long that you never need a pounding to feel good. Just by his dick repeatedly nudging at you g spot, no matter the speed, will have you coming in no time.

You place your hands on Harry's ass cheeks to push his body closer yours and grind upwards to rub your clit on his defined pubic bone. This has you gasping for air. "Shh, love. Try to stay quiet f' me." Harry breaths out on your damp skin.

Knowing you're gonna need some help with staying quiet because of how great Harry's making you feel, you retort, "Give me your fingers then. Lemme suck on them. That'll keep me quiet."

Harry's hand that was grabbing at the pillow beside your head moves and when you feel his finger tips run over your lips, you open your mouth to take them inside. He doesn't try and shove them down your throat or anything. His fingers just gently lay flat on your tongue and you close your mouth around them, sucking to force your moans to stay down. Harry is tempted to moan himself, loving how your tongue swirls around his fingers and your pussy clamping around his dick, but conceals them by stuffing his head further in the crook of your neck.

Minutes of your bodies molding together as you have sex under the blankets of Harry's mums guest bed, you know you're gonna come. Your belly tightens and your inner body heats up, making your head dizzy. Harry felt the need to come ages ago but is very good about holding off because you're his first priority.

You slip his fingers out your mouth and in a high pitched whisper, moan, "I'm gonna come Har.... Harry. Ugh, fuck."

"Please come for me baby. Need you to come all over my cock." Harry heaves against your ear. As he concentrates on making sure his cock pleasures you just right, Harry also starts to press his hips harshly to yours that are still rolling up so your clit rubs against him. That way you have added pressure to your tiny nerve. And that sends you right over the edge.

You quickly shove his fingers back into your mouth and allow your orgasm to take over your body. The legs you have wrapped around his waist shake and you throw your head back into your pillow. As soon as Harry knows you're for sure in the midst of coming, he lets go as well. Hot cum coating your walls and his stomach muscles flutter against yours.

Finally, Harry's hips come to a halt and his body becomes lax on top of yours. All his dead weight sits heavy on your body but you quite enjoy the feeling. You take his fingers out your mouth once again and pant out into the open air to catch your breath. Then you move your hands that are still on the globes of Harry's ass up to his back, splaying them there.

"That was nice." Harry speaks once his breath regulates and raises his head up, kissing your heated cheek.

"Mhmm, was very nice. But now I'm sleepy." you whisper back.

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Harry slowly slips his soft cock out your pussy and carefully steps out of bed, padding over to the bathroom that's in the bedroom and grabs a towel to clean you up. Once you're all clean and dry, he digs under the covers and retrieves your underwear and pj bottoms. You both slide the article of clothing's back on and get resettled in bed.

"Can you spoon me, love?" Harry questions shyly.

"Of course babe. Turn over." you state and he does what you instructed. When Harry is on his side facing the opposite way, you cling to the back of his body, shoving your head into his clothed back, and falling asleep satisfied.

You hope and pray Anne or none of your kids heard the late night sex you had tonight. Because that would be embarrassing. But just like Harry said, if worse comes to worse and his mum heard you two getting at it, you'll just make the excuse of trying for another baby. Hell, who knows, you may have really made another baby. You didn't use protection and you aren't on birth control.

You might have just made a baby for Christmas and honestly, you'd be thrilled if it was true. Because becoming parents was the best thing to happen to you both and you love making Harry your babies daddy.

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Chapter 19 - Seed and Spark

There was nothing I regretted about sleeping with Harry until I woke up--on Christmas morning--to Tierney knocking at my door, and, worst of all, Harry was out cold beside me.

“Harper--get up! Why is your door locked?” she pounded her fist at my door and groaned a bit. Tierney, now matter how old she was, would always be like a child when it came to receiving gifts.

“Harry,” I hissed at him, shoving his arm to try and wake him up. “Harry you need to get out of here,” I whispered again.

He blinked a few times, Tierney knocked again and asked if I was dead.

“I’m alive!” I called out, hoping to God that she’d just shut up. “I’m awake, hold on!”

“Morning,” Harry smiled sleepily at me, his eyes were two slits that he could barely keep open. If it weren’t for the fact that he was in my bed on Christmas morning, which meant that he was not at his house on Christmas morning, I would have wanted to redo the events of last night right now.

“Yeah, Christmas morning,” I growled at him. I pushed at him again, and this time, he seemed to grasp the severity of the situation. His eyes went wide as Tierney knocked again.

“Come do gifts, Harper, come on! We’re waiting on you!”

You’d think my 25 year-old sister would be able to take a hint.

Harry climbed out of my bed quickly, looking around for clothes--apparently now that we’d slept together, he decided it was safe to sleep naked. I threw a t-shirt at him and found his boxers on the floor, shoving them at his chest as I pushed him towards my closet. “Get in here. Just give me a minute, I’ll get rid of her.”

“Are you serious?!” He laughed a little. “We’re seriously still going to play this game?”

“Do you want to tell our families that we had sex last night? On Christmas morning? Actually, no, why don’t we just wait for dinner tonight, we’ll let all of your cousins know as well,” I rolled my eyes at him again. This time he took me seriously--he climbed his way into my closet and draped a sweatshirt over his head to hide.

I rushed to the door, opened it, and smiled at Tierney, a grin that probably looked too suspicious for half past eight. She narrowed her eyes. “Why are you so cheery?”

“It’s Christmas, silly,” I reminded her, shrugging my shoulders and trying to slow my own heart beat.

“Alright--well, let’s have breakfast. Mom’s almost got it ready.” I nodded but didn’t move. Tierney kept her eyes on me. “Coming?”

“Yeah, once second. Gotta change.”

She looked down at my tank top and sweatpants. “What’s wrong with that?”

“I’ll be right out,” I was more annoyed now, and I quickly shut the door in her face before she could protest. I heard her sigh and walk away, allowing me to open my closet door, revealing a sweatshirt-headed boy. “Alright, get out of my house,” I laughed.

He stepped out and made his way over to his shoes. “Love you too.”

My stomach did a somersault and tried to hide the grin on my face as he pulled them on his feet. “Just don’t tell your mom and sister, okay? Give me a few days. We can tell them before we go home.”

“Alright,” he stood up, letting out a dramatic sigh as he crossed the room back towards me. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and smiled. “See you this afternoon.”

I walked over to the window, causing Harry to furrow his brows. “Are you kidding me?”

“No,” I laughed. “There’s no way in hell you’re walking out of the front door of my house of my house on Christmas morning when my entire family is out there.”

He rolled his eyes and then stared at me. “You’re skating on thin ice.”

“Sure, okay,” I shoved him towards the glass. He opened it and positioned his hands on the frame to hoist himself up. “See you in a few hours.”

“You will if I don’t die climbing out of this stupid window,” he muttered under his breath.

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me. “We’re on the ground floor.”

He stopped mid-escape and looked over his shoulder with narrowed eyes. “It’s still dangerous,” he said, dropping his feet to the ground outside.

“Have a nice walk home!” I slid the glass shut, he only smiled and shook his head before turning to make his way out the side of my yard and down towards his own house.

If there was one thing I never thought I’d do, it was sneak Harry Styles out of my childhood bedroom. Another thing was have sex with him.

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In typical Tierney fashion, we were a half hour late to Harry’s house for dinner. We weren’t eating for a little while, but my mom and dad decided to walk over without us when Tierney was still standing in front of the mirror deciding what to wear.

Gemma and Harry’s cousin, Owen, would be in attendance--Tierney spent most of every Christmas dinner for the last four years eyeing him across the table and batting her eyelashes.

Now, Tierney and I stood on the front step of their house, Tierney knocked twice and shivered. “Where the hell is Gemma? Where are any of them?” Apparently the thirty seconds was too long to wait.

Harry pulled the door open and smiled at both of us. “Hi--sorry. Couldn’t hear the knocking over the telly.”

Tierney let out a groan and shoved him out of her way. “Excuses, excuses.”

“Merry Christmas to you too,” Harry watched as she pushed past him, making her way into the living room to greet Gemma and the rest of his family. Aunt Gloria, Uncle Bentley, Harry’s gran, his cousins Beth, Mia, Nick, and Amber, along Gemma, were all sat around the telly--my mom and dad and Anne were nowhere to be seen.

“Lively bunch,” I raised my eyebrows, handing the pie my mom had made to Harry. He leaned in--I think to kiss me--but I smacked a hand on his chest, holding him at an arm’s length. “Slow your roll there, buddy.”

He laughed, rolling his eyes, but he motioned an arm into the house to welcome me. I followed him to the kitchen to deliver the pie to Anne--who stood in front of the oven with my mom and Harry’s Aunt Georgia. My dad was in the back of the kitchen with Harry’s grandad and aunt Sarah, seemingly talking about the current state of the monarchy.

“Nice of you to make your way over here,” my mom came to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Yeah, well, your oldest daughter just had to make sure she was wearing something nice enough for Owen.”

Anne, who heard this, let out a laugh. “Has Gemma told you he isn’t coming this year? He’s got himself a girlfriend that he’s spending the day with.”

I let out a sigh--knowing I’d get an earful about it later. Harry reached a hand forward and grabbed string bean from a dish on the counter, but he rolled his eyes. “Tierney will be just fine--she’s got Gemma and Beth and Mia.”

Mia and Beth--Harry’s cousins from his Aunt Georgia, were also Gemma and Tierney’s age. They used to have sleepovers with Gemma and Tierney on some summer weekends.

“Harper, will you go into the fridge and get out the butter?”

I nodded at Anne’s request, but Harry sidestepped me and opened the fridge door. Anne, who watched her son with an amused look on her face, turned to me and smiled. “You two seem to be getting on much better.”

I looked to Harry quickly. “Harry seems to have less of a stick up his ass.”

If they were going to call us out, I was definitely going to be a smart ass about it.

Harry rolled his eyes and slung an arm around my shoulder. “And Harper has finally seemed to manage her IBS, so I guess she’s more cheery.”

At this I whacked him in the stomach--I didn’t have IBS. What I had was a stupid boyfriend who was only sort of my boyfriend who had a bad sense of humor and was mostly a twat.

My mom and Anne burst into laughter our bickering, but we soon disappeared into the living room to greet the rest of Harry’s family. Tierney, upon hearing the sad news that Owen would not be joining, decided that she’s much rather be in a pair of jeans than the dress she’d chosen--so she disappeared to Gemma’s room to find some clothes to borrow.

Gemma, after a second, eyed me on the couch and nodded her head towards the hallway in their house. She stood, still gesturing for me to go with her, and led me into her bedroom, where Tierney was wrestling a pair of Gemma’s leggings over her Coleman hips.

“What do you want?”

Gemma shrugged, sitting on her bed.

“What’s up with you and Harry?” Tierney breathed out, finally getting the leggings to a comfortable spot.

“What do you mean?” I crossed my arms, shaking my head as if they were both crazy.

“Oh come on,” Gemma said, a sly smile pulling at her lips. “The bar last week, watching TV together last night. Is something--like--going on with you lot?”

“Gemma! What? No,” I laughed, trying to play it cool. Of course they decided to corner me while Harry--with all his favorite grandson glory--got to sit with his gran and have a nice chat about his semester at Uni.

“Harper,” Tierney deadpanned, walking over to join Gemma on the bed. “You think I couldn’t hear another voice in your bedroom this morning? It’s not the like doors are made of oak.”

I stared at them for a second--wondering if it was better to just run for it, or slowly, silently, back away.

“Did you two have sex?” Tierney asked excitedly, apparently not at all disgusted by the thought of us in bed.

“Okay, Nosey O’Donnell,” I rolled my eyes at her. They both stared at me eagerly, their eyes wide as if my secret love affair with Harry was like a children’s bedtime story. “That’s none of your business.”

Tierney let out a loud and short laugh. “It sure as shit is! Come on, Harper, we’ve been waiting for this day for years!”

“For years?”

Gemma nodded enthusiastically. “We used to talk about it when we were younger--you know, what it’d be like if we got to be sisters.”

I rolled my eyes again--they would find a way to make mine and Harry’s relationship a way to improve their own. “Okay--just, please don’t make a big deal about this.”

“So it’s true? He was in there this morning? Are you together?”

Gemma stood from the bed and clasped her hands together in what seemed to be excitement. “This is amazing. This is like a dream come true, really,” she turned to Tierney and smiled. “Now I don’t have to deal with that airhead of a girl he was with.”

Fuck. I forgot I’d have to tell them about that.

“Yeah--uh, so, Quinn and I aren’t necessarily on the best terms right now.”

“How does she feel about all of this?” Tierney asked.

“Uh, well, seeing as Harry and I started hooking up before they broke up--not too great. But we didn’t mean to!” I defended. “Well, at least, I didn’t. Harry just kissed me at a party and it kind of became a mess really quickly and then Quinn found out because she walked in on us and that was a mess, too.”

They were both wide eyed now--Gemma sat back down and let out a sigh. “So when did this all start?”

I shrugged sheepishly, hoping they wouldn’t be angry that we’d been lying for months. “At the start of the semester, really.”

“What?!” Tierney stood now, a wide smile on her face. “So you two had this going on in Blackpool?”

I nodded.

“Oh my god,” Tierney laughed. “This is hilarious. I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“You can’t?” I asked, crossing my arms. I had no idea what Gemma and Tierney really thought about my relationship with Harry other than the fact that he was a dick to me most of our childhood.

“No--I mean, come on. You didn’t know that he had the hots for you? Why do you think he was always such a twat?” Gemma questioned me, a laugh escaping her lips as she stood up. “Our moms used to place bets with the two of us whether or not you two would end up together in Year 10.

“Had the hots for me? He was too busy throwing dirt at me most of the time!” I laughed, feeling the need to defend my own apparent obliviousness.

“Yeah,” Gemma nodded, as if it were obvious. “Because he liked you.”

“Okay, well,” I rolled my eyes. “Cat’s out of the bag, but don’t tell mom and dad and Anne,” I said. “We’re going to tell them, but I’m not sure when. Before we go back to London, but do not make a big deal out of this.”

“Okay, alright,” Gemma held her hands up to signal defeat. Tierney saluted me and nodded, following behind me as I led them back to the living room.

Harry, who looked up from his phone, furrowed his brows when he saw the three of us emerging from Gemma’s bedroom.

“How was that show you watched last night, Harry?” Tierney teased with a wink in his direction.

His eyes shot to me, but I simply, rolled my eyes and shrugged.

So much for not making a scene.

**

Telling our parents that we were together was weird--weird in the sense that my mom almost cried tears of joy and Anne asked me how many children I wanted.

I would have thought that this whole thing would have come as more of a surprise to everyone I knew, but I guess I was wrong. Maybe they saw something I didn’t.

Harry--with a permanent grin on his face--spent a lot of time at my parents’ house over the holiday. He watched sports with my dad and volunteered to taste test everything my mom made. In all honesty, not much was different, he just kissed me more than he used to (which was never).

Gemma and Tierney decided that they needed to get boyfriends--if their little siblings could figure it out, they could, too. They both decided to sign up for dating apps, and the four of us had a good laugh picking out the most obnoxious things to put on Tierney’s profile when she went to the bathroom.

I had to be back on campus early for a few shifts at The Counter, and Harry--who claimed he couldn’t stand to be so far away from his friends--decided to come back with me. While our mothers were mostly disappointed, I think my dad was just grateful that whatever intimacy was going on between the two of us wasn’t happening under his roof.

We took advantage of Quinn being home--Harry would come over and visit after my shifts, we’d watch TV, I made him hot pockets, and we had sex enough times for me to forget all about the time I walked in on him and Quinn.

The break seemed to come and go--like they always do--and soon enough, I was back in 819 with a solo cup in my hand a pong ball in my fingers. Harry stood next to me--apparently our relationship was no longer a secret.

“Come on, babe, sink it.”

I rolled my eyes--the pressure didn’t help. Niall, who watched from across the table, let out a groan. “Alright, just throw it, Harper.”

“Don’t rush me,” I eyed him seriously. I took a deep breath, pulled my arm back, and let the ball fly--right into the cup in front of Niall.

He groaned and pulled it out of the water, but I got distracted by Katie opening the front door. Quinn--who denied my invitation to come out--was at the door. Her hair was curled, she had lipstick on. Millie greeted her behind Katie, and then shot me a what are you going to do look.

Harry seemed too distracted by the ball in his hand, he made sure to dunk it in the water a few times before eventually tossing it. I stepped around him--escaping his grasp when he tried to pull me in for a kiss.

I didn’t know if it was the shot that Millie had poured for me, or the fact that I was just sick of lying, but my feet moved me towards Quinn at a record pace.

Quinn Markos was extraordinary, if you thought about it. She was always herself, she was sweet, she was polite, and she was friendly. She still somehow managed to treat me with respect even though I’d gone and had an affair with her boyfriend.

She didn’t slap me or spread a rumor or do anything catty at all--she handled the situation with grace and that impressed me.

“Hi,” I said to her when she turned around to face the living room.

Her smile faltered a little when she noticed I’d been watching her, but she quickly returned it. Quinn had been fine upon our return--she asked how my holiday was and we made no mention of Harry. I figured it was best to just let it be for a while--we’d tell her eventually, but I didn’t want to shove it in her face the first night back.

“Hi, I figured I’d stop by.”

I nodded, “I’m glad you did.”

Millie--who snuck past us and managed to still give me a what are you going to do look--had a red solo cup in her hand that she sipped at with wide eyes. As if Millie were worried about our conversation, I watched her walk to Harry and tug at his shirt sleeve, pointing towards us as Quinn spoke again.

“If there any more cranberry juice in the fridge?”

“I think so,” I nodded quickly. “But--can we talk first? Before you get a drink?”

Her brows furrowed at this--I imagined that she couldn’t possibly understand what else on earth there was for us to talk about. We’d talked about it all before--I was an asshole, I apologized. She was mad, she was trying to move on. We both knew the script.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “What’s up?”

I led her towards Katie’s bedroom, hoping to find a quiet corner. She followed behind me, weaving through the people that occupied the living room. The music was louder than usual--James and Preston apparently wanted to go all out for the first weekend back.

I turned to face Quinn once we were away from the crowd, she watched me with expectant eyes--I could tell she was a little nervous.

“I just wanted to let you know that Harry and I are together.”

Her face was straight. She took a breath and held it for a minute, then she shrugged and let it out all at once. “Okay--thanks for telling me, I guess.”

I nodded. “I didn’t want to lie to you about it. It’s fairly new, but, I figured I’d let you know.”

She nodded again, breaking eye contact with me as she ran a hand through her hair. It was curled--the typical Quinn Markos weekend look. When she didn’t say anything, I got nervous.

“Are you mad?”

She brought her eyes back to me quickly. “I’m--” she paused, trying to find the word. “I’m not mad--I mean, I’m not thrilled, but, I figured it would probably happen.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice quiet. Quinn--though not thrilled--didn’t look angry. She looked rather calm, rather collected. “I know I’ve already apologized, but I still am sorry.”

“I know you are,” she said.

There was a knock on the door--Harry stuck his head around the corner and offered an awkward smile. I don’t know if Millie had made him come in here, but he seemed somewhat hesitant to interrupt.

Apparently Quinn could sense this too. She laughed and waved him forward. “You can come in.”

He raised his eyebrows and stepped forward, still mindful to keep a distance between us. Quinn rolled her eyes. “She already told me.”

Harry’s face fell--his lips pouted outwards and he moved his eyes from Quinn to me. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“Oh shut up,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m never lying again.”

Both Quinn and Harry couldn’t help but laugh. Quinn, with a smirk on her face, turned to Harry. “Yeah--sure, we’ll see how long that lasts.”

I wasn’t sure how much talking Harry and Quinn had done, but I knew it wasn’t a lot. Harry had told me over the holiday that they’d only spoken twice since the whole thing happened--she’d barely listen to him and claimed that she didn’t care.

“Quinn,” he spoke now, his tone more serious than before. “I know it’s a little late, but I am sorry. We both are.”

She seemed annoyed by this. “I know--I know you’re both sorry and you both think you’re wankers and you are, but, I really just want to move on, alright? I can’t give all of this any more energy.”

I think my eyes went wide, because she let out a short laugh. Quinn Markos was never really one to take a big stance like that--here she was, setting a limit and being firm.

Harry and I were both quiet, I could almost sense that she had more to say. Her eyes fell to the floor and she smiled a little. “I--uh--I’m kind of seeing someone, so, it’s fine. Let’s just forget about it.”

“You’re seeing someone?” I asked excitedly, Harry shot me a look as if to remind me that I was still the girl that her boyfriend cheated on her with. I cleared my throat, trying to reign in my emotions. “Who?”

She rolled her eyes and looked from Harry and then back to me. “Niall, I guess we’re kind of together.”

Harry had a smug look on his face, I was hoping he would keep his mouth shut about my plan--I could brag about that later.

“That’s great, Quinn, really.”

“Kind of weird, huh? We basically switched boyfriends.”

Harry let out a laugh, causing me to roll my eyes. “He wasn’t my boyfriend.”

“He definitely thought he was,” Harry quipped back.

“Anyway,” Quinn tried to stop us from bickering, as per usual. “I’m gonna go find him. I’ll let you both know if I head home.” She left with a smile on her face and a pep in her step--I had no clue that Quinn Markos had a thing for blonde-haired boys.

“Alright,” Harry laughed, finally coming closer to me. “Go ahead, rub it in my face that your stupid idea actually played out well.”

I feigned confusion and furrowed my brows. “Whatever do you mean?”

He smirked, letting his arms wrap around my waist as the music continued to play on the other side of the wall. “You’re a genius, Harper Coleman. A pure genius.”

“I’m aware,” I pushed some hair behind my shoulder to play it up. “I’m surprised though--and thankful, I mean--that she seems not furious. I’m kind of surprised she moved on so fast.”

Harry shrugged, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I think Niall’s more her speed--he’s pretty peppy himself.”

“Who would have thought?” I laughed, almost to myself. “You and me and Quinn and Niall? If you asked me six months ago where I saw you and me in the future I’d say probably begrudgingly helping our mothers knit blankets and taking care of Tierney and Gemma’s three hundred cats.” He smiled down at me, seemingly happy to just listen.

“I wonder, though. If you had never dated Quinn, we wouldn’t have spent as much time together. Which means we wouldn’t be together now. In a way, we have Quinn to thank for all of this, which is even more weird than the fact that this all happened in the first place.”

He laughed, leaning down to press his lips to mine. I let him for a second, but then I quickly pulled away. “Don’t ruin my monologue,” I told him with narrowed eyes. “I’m right in the middle of a good speech and you have to go and fuck it up.”

He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. “Do you ever shut up?”

“No,” I pulled away from him entirely now. “And you’ve known this for over a decade.”

“Fourteen years, right?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. I think he was rubbing it in--fourteen years I’d loved him, fourteen years we’d been stuck in this cycle of being frenemies.

“My point,” I sighed dramatically. “Is that I’m glad it happened. All of it.”

“Me too,” he said quietly. “But can you please just stop rambling so I can kiss you and then we can go back to the party?”

I gave him a shove at the chest--he wasn’t getting anything from me if he was going to be like that.

The truth was, Harry Styles is kind of a dick. You see, growing up down the road from someone should make them a friend, someone you tell everything to, and someone you can always count on. Harry might not have always been that person, but I knew he’d always be there to tell me that I was talking too much, to pull me back down to earth, and to remind me of why I never wore the color green (he’s quick to tell me I look like an amphibian).

I thought that maybe going to Uni with Harry would be a turning point for us--maybe he’d see me as more than just the annoying kid he grew up with--but now, as he grabbed my hand to walk back out to the living room, I realized that’s who I am. I am the girl he grew up with, the girl who knows his embarrassing stories, and his biggest fears.

I thought that would make me the last person he’d love. But, as usual, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

A/N: As always, thank you so so so much for loving this story as much as you all have. Your messages have been amazing and your feedback is always appreciated. That’s the end for Harry and Harper, but I hope you’ll check out my new story The Untimely Downfall of Strangers! 

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A typical day / Harry Styles Headcanons

Just some Dad!Harry headcanons and how your typical day would be

you both would wake up at the same time, no matter if the other one could sleep longer

coffee and tea every morning but he likes tea more

you would make breakfast, Harry would only help you sometimes

he’s the kind of dad who sits in the kitchen, drinking his coffee/tea and reading the newspaper while asking the kids out about their school

it changes between you two, who’s going to wake up the children

you would have at least two children

he wants a kiss on the cheek of every kid, every morning

if he doesn’t get that, he would be mad at them but not for so long

he tells his terrible jokes every damn morning

he brings the kids to school or to the bus stop

when he gets home again, he would spend time with you or would go off to work

if you spend time together, you often use the fact, that you’re both home alone...

sweet kisses before he goes off to work

lunch without him but he always sends you a sms before lunch

he would always call his kids when they’re out of school

in the evening, he comes home tired and you already cooked

his kisses are often more powerless then and he just hugs you tight and is happy to be home again

always asks the kids out about their day

he kinda forces them to learn more than they usually should

“Bedtime now or the bad monster comes to you at night!”

“Dad, I’m 16 and you’re still doing this.”

Sometimes late sex when everyone sleeps

it’s always the same for every week expect when you’re in the holidays

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