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Her Majesty || Chapter 28

Harry's pov

I despise airport security; it's a pain in my ass. They always give me a difficult time, no matter what I do. They always pet me down, take my guns and attempt to act like I am not who I say I am. They operate countless checks and double-check my license and all my documents; I'm not sure what it is they don't believe. I'm part of the Royal team when I'm quite literally with the royals themselves. I recollect one night the King and I were stuck in the airport; we were attempting to get home before a severe storm hit, and they held me up for two hours. It wasn't until the King pulled rank that they let me through and gave me back all my things.

Anastasia refuses to exercise her privilege and skip any lines; instead, we are both compelled to stand in endless queues. We've been standing for an hour. I'm exhausted and can't wait to obtain a bed and fall into it. As much as I despise the number of pillows Anastasia has on our bed, I would do anything to fall into each of those bothersome pillows and fall to sleep. Anastasia rests her head on my shoulder, her body leaning on mine slightly. I place my arm around her waist, "No sleeping," I whisper, hearing a chuckle fall from her lips.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Anastaisa jokes, "Do we have to go back to the Palace?" Anastasia challenges with a touch of a whine to her voice.

As much as I have loved our very belated honeymoon, we cannot hide out and neglect our responsibilities. Running off to Greece is still not an option, although, I won't lie, I have thought about it. I believe that if by any chance, we were to abolish the monarchy for whatever reasons, we would run off to Greece and live there. There is no doubt in my mind. But, for now, the monarchy stands tall, and there is no chance of it crumbling anytime soon, not while Anna has any say over it. Even if she wanted to, she could not conclude the monarchy. Her father made sure to have it in writing. Nobody can end it at the moment.

"Duty calls," I respond, nudging Anna carefully while the queue commences moving, and I discover myself emptying my pockets into the petite white box to go through security. I take out my license from my wallet to show the guards who I am as I place my pistol in the white box. For once, they don't scramble to detain me. Instead, they look towards Anastasia and hold their hands out to see her passport.

"Do you want airport security?"

"No," Anastasia responds, "I have my own," Anastasia takes back her passport and hands it to me to hold, as usual. Anastasia is gestured to walk around the metal detector, and as she steps around, the men carefully look her up and down. As they watch her, I keep my eyes on them. I don't like them separating us, even if it is for a few metres. Finally, Anastasia looks over at me, and I give her a nod, assuring her that I am still watching, ready to leap into action at any moment.

The men look at each other before they gesture for me to walk through, and I do as I am told. The system sounds, and I heavily sigh, a new airport procedure being a nuisance to me.

"I have metal plates and screws in my left shoulder," I quickly inform the men, aware that they are going to rush to me and treat me as a threat.

A man stands in front of me and operates a security detector over my body—the alarm sounds.

"Pet him down," one informs the other, and I roll my eyes, gazing towards Anna as they stand between us. "Take the jacket off." One barks, narrowing his eyes on me in an attempt to intimidate me. I am not intimidating; in fact, I am irritated, if anything. They seem to have sticks up their asses and need to be brought down a peg or two. They may be airport security, but they are pricks.

I slide off my jacket; the man takes it and flings it to the ground. I bite the inside of my mouth, not desiring to provoke a disturbance. Then, I take a breath and hold my arms out, complying with the security as they operate through their procedures. Finally, they hit my shoulder, and I cringe, glaring at the man who knew I had plates in that shoulder. Prick.

"Do you have anything in your pants?"

I raise a brow and glare at the man, refraining from being a smartass. I have one thing in my pants, and I don't think it is their concern. "No."... "Everything is in the basket. I know the procedure. As I said, I have plates in my shoulder from surgery. Would you like to see the scar?"

"Are you being smart?"

"No?" I question, unsure of what else they need to do unless they detain me. Finally, I dryly respond, "Am I free to go?"

The man signals and I walk to pick up my jacket, sliding it up to my arms as Anna grasps my watch, phone and wallet from the white box that went through the security system. I go to reach for my pistol, but I'm prevented, "You're not taking that." The man states, blocking my hand from my pistol.

"It's mine," I respond, eyeing the man as he takes it.

"These are prohibited."

"I am allowed to carry a pistol when on duty. I am on duty; the Queen is right here," I gesture towards Anastasia, who seems a bit nervous as she plays with her engagement ring on her hand.

The man shakes his head, "I will hand it to your leader."

"I'd feel more comfortable if I had it," I respond, "I have a duty to keep her safe."

"And I have a duty to keep the airport safe."

"For fucks sake," I mutter, shaking my head disapprovingly. "SO14 and Armed Personal Protection Officers are required to carry."

"Not today, you are not."

I heavily sigh and run my fingers through my hair, tugging the ends before looking at the man, "I need my pistol."

"You can get it from your leader, Matthew."

"So, you're going to leave her unprotected?" I question, exasperated at the moment.

The man shakes his head, "You are trained to protect her without a weapon, I am sure." The man presses his hand to her arm.

I want to deck him.

"Don't touch her," I instantly hiss.

"Harry, it'll be okay," Anastasia immediately steps in, noticing my frustration and crinkled eyes as I stare at the man. "Can you just tell us where our plane is?"

"I'm not sure I like his attitude.".... "The plane is waiting for you at the very end of Terminal eighteen, gate C."

"You'll have to forgive him; he hasn't slept yet." Anastasia uses her sweet smile to soothe the man. I don't believe he needs to be comforted. I am the one who needs to be settled, but what the fuck ever. He will pay his price when I get on that plane. Asshole.

"Even more of a reason why he shouldn't have a weapon," the security man shakes his head, transferring my pistol off to someone else.

Today might be the day I lose my shit in the airport and get arrested. Handcuffs are not my thing unless specified to be used in kinky situations. This, however, is not kinky.

I bite down on my lip before breathing out heavily through my nose. "Let's go, Anna. I'll sort my pistol out in a minute," I inform her, knowing I should walk away. But, unfortunately, I can't fight them without backup, Matthew and the King are the ones to get me out of these situations, and I don't think Anna knows what to do.

I pass around security and caress my hand to the small of her back, "Next time, you cutesy to your Queen," I comment, not too pleased with their lack of etiquette. I know Anastasia doesn't expect them to be courteous, but I sure do, especially if they want to be jackasses. "Dickhead," I murmur under my breath. "At what point can I use my title?" I challenge, wandering away from security.

Anastasia chuckles, growing reserved for a moment before deciding to speak, "At any point, you could have, but then they'd have wanted signed proof, and we don't carry that with us. So we wouldn't need public proof if you let the Palace announce it."

"No," I instantly shake my head, "I don't want the public up my ass any further than what they are."

"Then don't complain," Anastaisa grins, moving away from my body before taking my hand, "Your highness, don't frown."

"Don't call me your highness," I comment, trying to conceal my smirk as the word 'Your highness' leaves her lips. They fall effortlessly and cause my head to spin and my heart to flutter. I am not sure what it is; perhaps her delicate nature of finally mocking me after years of me mocking her is what causes me to grin.

"Your Majesty is the correct term," Anastasia corrects herself. "Will the King accompany me to our flight?"

"The King will not, but your husband will," I nod my head, gently pulling back towards me and kissing her cheek.

"You think we can make it through the airport without you getting arrested? You were pretty close."

I shake my head, "Perhaps, the only handcuffs I like are the ones used in the bedroom."

"Shut up," Anastasia nudges me, "The real reason is that you don't look good in orange."

"Darling, I see you have not set foot in a prison here."

"I try to avoid crime," Anastasia responds. "Unlike some, I am not a royal by day and assassin by night."

I roll my eyes, "The attire consists of a blue t-shirt, and a grey jumper, both of which are more comfortable than my work attire," I inform Anna, "You need to stop watching American movies, next you're going to tell me you know how to shank someone with a toothbrush."

"Maybe I do," Anastasia shrugs, causing me to laugh. "Come on, baby. I'm sure Matthew is waiting."

We stroll on the tarmac and Anna takes a deep breath inhaling the charming scent of petrichor before a downpour. I much prefer to stroll a tarmac towards the plane than to sit in an airport terminal observing individuals at random run back and forth across the airport with suitcases in tow, endeavouring to find their next destination. Although the tarmac has some hustle and bustle, it is a little calmer. We walk towards our plane in leisurely movements with no desire to return to our not-so-normal life. The second we stride onto that plane, our lives go back to being burdened by the monarch and enduring whatever turmoil is thrown at us.

As we walk closer to the stairs locked in at the plane, I take notice that it isn't one of the Queen's fleets, it isn't a military plane, and it isn't a commercial flight— something looks slightly off. I study the plane, taking note of the four gold stripes vertically by the side of the door about five centimetres long. This isn't one of the RAF VIP Voyager jets, and it isn't a chartered British Airways plane.

I grasp Anastasia as my instincts kick in. My hand wraps around her wrist, and I draw her back powerfully, jolting her as she pauses in her tracks and turns to stare at me with wide eyes, "This isn't our plane."

"You're hurting me," Anastasia points out, and I let go of her wrist as my eyes fiercely dart around. I deemed my in-ear interference from all activity at airports; it doesn't always work and is cut off from air traffic control. But I'm starting to think otherwise. I glance at my phone and check the location of Matthew. I stare up at the stairs to the aeroplane, and my stomach twists at the thought of entering. We've been misled here and not for any good reason or an accident. I observe him, an ominous figure passes one of the windows on the plane.

Fuck, this isn't good. I am unarmed with no backup at the moment. A delightful late honeymoon is about to turn into something I prayed it wouldn't. Right now, it is run or be killed. Before I can speak, I feel someone grasp me from behind.

I am agile on my feet and move to defence mode, using my elbow to jab the man. I continue to jab the man with my elbow until I can move my position to face him. Fury colours my vision red, "Anna, run," I bark, before meeting the eyes of the man who deemed grabbing me from behind a sound idea.

He has piercing brown eyes with a hue of red to them, almost as if he has been drinking his life away. After this, he will wish he had spent his life drinking. I curl my hand into a fist and swing, knocking his perfect jawline. Pure rage crosses the man's face at the impact of my swing. For a moment, he looks perplexed, but the wrath in him intensifies, and he takes a swing at me. I move just enough for his stroke to be cut short, and he pounds my shoulder before I take matters into my own hands. We grapple for a moment, and I feel a few weak punches to my rib cage. I let out a breath, escalating this fistfight and bringing my knee into contact with his stomach. The man doubles over with a grunt, struggling to grasp air. I show no mercy. I throw more punches, having no regret as I catch a glimpse of Anna a few metres away.

I told her to fucking run.

I charge him, fists flailing. He struggles against my power, unable to get a swing in as I keep hounding him. One last fast straight punch to the man's unprotected jaw and his head whips back, all of his momentum failing him, and he lands against the concrete with a thud. However, his clever thinking surprises me when he applies the last of his strength to use his foot to tangle around my ankle and draw my feet from under me. I attempt to catch myself but collapse. I fall to the barren ground, and the man takes advantage of my state, taking no time in punching me in the jaw.

Fuck, that is going to hurt in the morning.

"Now you're just pissing me off," I grumble, using my arms to block his punches, fighting his strength and wrestling him. Finally, he has me pinned down.

I stare up at him, trying my best to turn the tables and get the upper hand. I hear the sound of material ripping, and the man's eyes grow wide as he growls out in pain. He flings his arm behind him, and as he turns around, I see him knock a body off its feet. I am quick to stand up and see the man with blood falling from his back, inching closer to Anastasia.

"Son of a bitch," the man yells, his hands grabbing Anastasia. My blood boils at the sight of his hands touching her, shoving her like she's a rag doll. She fights him off of her, kicking and elbowing him, forcing him to release his grip on her, gaining an upper hand and threatening him with her knife before my hands pull him back by the material of his soaked shirt. I thrust him to the concrete.

"Anna, go!" I growl, watching as she holds her knife in her hand.

With a heavy breath, the man refuses to give up, scrambling to his feet again, coming for me. "You're like a dog with a fucking bone; give it up," I huff, beating the man at full force, not giving a damn about whether he lives or not. He made a mistake by trying to go for Anna. I nail every inch that I can, utilizing every part of my body to defend myself. It's the final straight punch to his jaw that does it. He stumbles back dizzily, his hand grabbing my arm and yanking on me as he falls. I manage to catch myself as he lets go, and I take a heavy breath and shut my eyes for a moment, praying to God he hasn't pulled my bad shoulder from its socket. I feel the pain, but it isn't as excruciating as I expected.

I move to the man and kick him in the ribs, making sure to gain myself enough time to run. "If you ever touch my wife, I will bury you. That's if you survive once you bleed out," I mutter, watching the man roll on his slide and spit out blood. I give him one more swift kick. He won't be getting up any time soon. The wound on his back and the damage I have done with my beating should be enough to buy us some time. Unfortunately, I don't foresee him surviving. He will die a painful death, bleeding out from where Anna sliced his back and bleeding internally from my beatings.

I swallow hard and let out a breath, dropping my hand to my side and glancing over at the man on the ground, his eyes staring at me as though he's plotting my death. In fairness, I'm sure he is planning my end, but I am not dying tonight. Perhaps tomorrow, but not tonight.

Anna holds her hand out to me, and my fingers interlock with hers, "Let's go!" I instruct, wasting no time dragging her away from the mass destruction that is about to occur. It is only a matter of seconds before they realise how close we were to getting on their plane and becoming their prized position.

I begin to run, my hand holding hers tightly as she runs behind me, both our feet hammering the concrete of the airport, the lights partially blinding me as I dart around for some sort of escape.

I weave in and out of different carts moving luggage, the aeroplane lineups at terminals being extremely hectic. "Harry—"Anastasia attempts to speak, but her voice fades off as a plane's engine starts, nothing but vibrating solid noise pervading our ears and a heavy draft making it more arduous to run.

I turn to glance over my shoulder, making sure I've lost sight of the man I'm avoiding at all costs. We almost fell for the trap, and I'm not sure how deadly it could have been, but I don't plan to find out. I don't know how we could have missed this and fallen into chaos, but now I can't think of it. My main priority is getting the Queen to safety; Everything else is a mere blur to me. Matthew, the plane that's ours is waiting, and the best I can do is make sure we get to that plane before the man from behind gets to us. I am not concerned about him getting to me. It is Anna I have to protect at all costs.

I pause for a second, my eyes investigating every inch of the airport I can recognise in an endeavour to compose a clean escape to where I need to go. But, of course, there is no way I can make it to the plane if we run in a straight line without being detected, but there isn't a way to zig-zag in and out of planes to get to where we need to go. They paid off-airport security, and they customarily give me my pistol back when I walk through the terminals, but today, they confiscated it. It all leads to this. I am unarmed and fucked. The longer I stand here, the more crucial seconds I waste, but I am at a loss.

"On a scale of one to ten, how fucked are we?" Anastasia urges, breathless as she tugs on my arm, and I take a moment to glance at her.

"Just a five," I lie with a cheeky smile, doing my best to disguise the fact that I am grappling to come up with a safety plan. I don't want to scare her, but I am a bit scared. We are cornered, and my shoulder is fucked and painful.

When we are chased down a fucking runway with no end in sight, no amount of training prepares you for this exact moment. I am prepared for being tied up, having a gun aimed and fired at me, and being a hostage and talking myself out of hostage situations. I am prepared to save the royal family in every case except for this one.

If I take Anna inside the airport, I risk being ambushed inside by whoever may be inside watching. I do not know what awaits us if I take the chance to go in. If I stand here, the men on the aircraft will shoot us. I am sure he has people patrolling from the tower. I can only assume he paid off the entire airport to take over.

Then, I hear a gunshot. It's powerful, and I know it isn't an assassination shot; it is a warning shot. Anastasia's eyes grow wide at the stomach-curling sound. I do my best to keep my facial expressions neutral. "Okay, I lied. We need to go," I raise my voice, the engine of the aeroplane we are standing under commencing to roar. If we don't move, we will either be shot or run over by the wheels of this A380. So, again, we are off with my lead. I draw Anna around the airport in the most innocuous way I can, weaving in and out of planes, pulling her behind cargo and doing my best to attain the swiftest way to get to the aircraft without overexposing us on the straight run to the stairs.

I notice our plane's insight, and I observe the lights of the plane flickering, an indication it is ready to take off and speed down the runway as soon as we get on board.

Anna lets go of my hand, and I freeze in my tracks, instantly turning around to view her. At first, I'm outraged, not specifically at her but in general. But, I don't need any more delays; we are so close to her safety.

"I need to get you on that plane before they kill us. We are close." I inform her, catching my breath for a minute, my eyes glancing around. They're getting closer, but they're still far enough at bay for me to take a second.

"I can't breathe," she's excessively breathless, as to be expected from the unexpected run across a fucking airport runway.

"You can! It's run or fucking die." I take her hand and encourage her to keep going.

She yanks back on me, and lets go of my hand, our fingers slipping from each other. I turn around, "We are so close. Just a bit further," I press with a slightly raised voice.

I can see the stairs to the plane just a hundred metres away. "Come on," I gesture, starting to feel anxious as I notice figures in the distance getting closer. I'm not sure if they're airport staff, but I'm not taking the chance. I know they are not airport staff, but the idea of the possibility gives me a little bit of hope.

She holds out the knife she used to help me, and I take it from her.

Only we would bring a knife to a gunfight.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, today is not the day anyone dies on my watch. No.

I look down at my phone, my fingers tapping the screen excessively, doing my best to get the fucking thing to work and call Matthew. He picks up on the first thing, thank god. "Draw all guns, now, I'm about a hundred metres from the stairs, and I've been followed," I inform Matthew with a heavy breath before continuing. "Shots have been fired, nobody harmed, but I need backup, now, I'll try to move from open space," I demand, dropping my phone and holding her hair back.

"I need to get you down," I instruct, forcing her to take a few steps forward. I lower Anna to the ground. I turn my back to the strange shadows and position myself behind her, shielding her from what may happen.

I want to lose my mind and yell, but I know this isn't her fault.

We are in a compromised position, and there's nothing I can do to fix it. I try to shake away my thoughts, and I rub Anna's back, feeling each heavy breath. "It'll be okay," the words leave my lips, and for a moment, I am not sure who I am trying to convince more, her or myself. There is nothing okay about this situation. I should never have compromised us by allowing them to take my pistol. Instead of allowing Anastasia's good nature to drive me to let it go, I should have listened to my instincts. I should have had Matthew and Oliver stay with us, but I didn't. Instead, I let Anastasia's desire to have an ordinary moment compromise us. It isn't her fault, but it doesn't make things easier.

This was meant to be a sweet honeymoon, and these fuckers have gone ahead and ruined it. I am convinced we cannot go anywhere without them.

"We have to move, can we go back to the airport?" Anastasia questions, flicking her head to the airport.

"No," I point towards an aircraft, "The wheels are large enough for us to hide until Matthew can get to us." I discreetly stand up and assist her.

The second we reach the rather large wheel, Anastasia presses her hand to the cold metal and bows her head, the other caressed to her stomach. I encircle my arm around her, my eyes shooting around. Rarely, I don't know what the fuck to do, but I genuinely don't know what the fuck to do.

"You think we can make a run for it to the plane in a second?" I propose, seeking to utilise all options I have.

Silence permeates the space between us while I stroke her back and try to concoct a plan— all of which don't have a prosperous path. I look down at my left hand for a second, noticing the swelling, but I don't have time to concentrate on its discomfort. "If you give me just a second, I can make a run for it with you."

"Sure, we have all the time in the world," I mutter, my eyes darting around to watch the distance. "Since this isn't the time for conversation when the fuck did you find a knife?" I question.

"I had a feeling we may need it. I hid it in my jeans, knowing there was a chance they would not search me like they didn't when we landed here."

"Smart," I nod, "But I am meant to do the saving."

"I like to reverse roles sometimes. So you're welcome," Anastasia responds.

"Thank you, darling," I roll my eyes, releasing a breath of relief when I see help on its way.

I swear the moments leading to recognising all guns drawn from all security detail at the plane, with three moving towards us, felt like forever. I hold my breath, shielding Anna as a gun fires, and I hold her tightly. These warning shots are starting to piss me off. If you're going to shoot, get it over with and do it.

"Is she hurt?" Matthew asks while I'm handed the gun that customs took from me.

I nod my head. "I'm fine, just needed to breathe, knocked the wind out of me and I cramped." Anastasia responds for me.

I position myself in front of her, not liking how my back is turned. Nevertheless, I maintain my pistol, holding it over Anna's shoulder, aiming just in case I need to fire. "Anna," I call her name. "I need to get you on this plane. I'm not trying to scare you, but this is a fight or flight situation," I inform her, feeling extremely regretful that I have to be like this. If we don't fly right now, we will have no choice but to fight, and I do not want to risk her. "If we don't move, it's going to be a bloodbath." I have kept her sitting under this plane for as long as possible, but the warning shots are getting closer by the second.

"I'm fine. What's the plan?" Anastasia asks, looking between Matthew and me.

I clear my throat, "Matthew takes you to the plane. I stay down here with the team." I respond, watching our men move forward. "Go."

Anna shakes her head, "You're nuts if you think I am leaving you down here."

"Now is not the damn time for any of these conversations. Anna, go!" I raise my voice.

This has always been the protocol, save Anna.

Anastasia takes the knife from my hand and shakes her head. "They're here because of me. I am not leaving you to fight my battles. The monarch has done this to you. I'm not fucking leaving you again. I did the first time this happened, not now." Anastasia is firm on her demand.

"Go, you're in command. I will have your back. Take her to safety." Matthew instructs, not bothering to argue with her, "We don't have time to argue, go."

I'm forced to trust he'll have my back with every move I make and make it to the plane with us. I do not doubt that he will, but I've never been put in a situation to have to turn my back to the ring of fire. We have trained for this; we have been prepared to have each other's backs, but it doesn't make me feel any better about the situation. I have never left Matthew. I am his right hand. If he goes to battle, I go. Leaving him behind, not knowing whether any of us will make it back to the plane, leaves me anxious.

I grab Anastasia, and she gives me a nod before we bustle towards the plane, gunshots causing my breath to hitch as I reach the stairs. Anastasia jerks and pulls away from me, looking back to look at me. "It's okay," I assure her, "GO!" I instruct, and we climb the stairs, reaching the top of the stairs to the plane.

I enter the plane, and I'm thankful we have gotten this far for a brief moment. "Tell the pilot to go as soon as Matthew is on board."... "And get me another fucking pistol," I demand towards Oliver as I press my hand in the small of her back, urging her to the middle of the plane. "Get down," I instruct, and Anastasia gets down, kneeling on the floor and away from any windows.

She leans her head on the side of an armrest. Oliver's hand comes into view, and I snatch the pistol from him, "Anna, don't move. Stay low," I whisper, already aware that there's very little chance of her moving. The adrenaline is wearing off, and she's scared. I am too. "Take this. If anything happens, use it. Do you hear me?" I hand her the pistol, the gunshots outside causing both of us to go stiff and swallow hard.

Anna nods, resting the pistol in her lap, "Be careful, please," Anastasia instructs.

"I love you," I nod my head, and I stand to my feet, her voice reminding me she loves me as I storm my way towards the door of the plane, drawing my pistol and becoming the lookout.

My eyes grow wide at what I see below me; Matthew and our other security are about to be swarmed by at least ten armed men. "Matthew," I yell, straining my voice, but it is no use. "Oliver!" I shout, "Get here. Red Hopper, Red Hopper!" I instruct, having no choice but to do what I am about to do. I have no communication with Matthew and the others. If I don't step in, they will be blindsided. There is no way the three of them can see the ten mum storming their way. They're all coming from different angles. I am at an advantage because I can see the whole picture. Matthew and the others cannot. "OLIVER!" my voice is like bottled thunder.

Oliver stands beside me as I aim and fire.

"Shoot to kill?" Oliver challenges, needing my approval.

We are not trained to kill. We are trained to go for the legs to give us enough time to get away unless essential. Saving our security team and the Queen is vital.

I nod my head, and he holds his pistol, aiming and firing in the distance. I did not anticipate my belated honeymoon to turn into a killing spree. I thought I left that behind me on the ship in Grease with the King. Perhaps shooting to kill will ultimately get the point to leave us alone.

I retract my gun and point it down, our job is done, and our men are safe. I turn to glance towards Oliver before flicking my head into the aeroplane. I step in, and Oliver follows behind me, "Are you okay?" I challenge him, and he nods his head. It's a lie. Neither of us are okay.

"Glad you have a good aim," I pet his back.

"Does it get easier?" Oliver softly questions.

This poor kid. In his first year, he has done more than I ever did.

My first year was nothing but a breeze. I never got the chance to draw my gun out unless it was practice shooting. Oliver, this kid, has earned his stripes in his first year. Oliver has helped save the family twice, and he has done what he is required to do. His first trip with us was to Grease, and I know that was unfavourable to him. Oliver spoke to me about what he witnessed while Oliver hid Anna and did what he required. He told me some gruesome moments of that day. We both have some frightful memories of that day, he had to make his first kill, and I had to shove the King overboard while ducking bullets.

I shake my head, "Mate, I don't think so." I answer honestly, "Get in, watch Anna while I stay here," I instruct, turning back around to look at the bloody mess left on the airport runway. I don't foresee us being allowed back at this airport anytime soon. It is best I turn Oliver away from this mess. When Matthew is unable to, I am in command, and I don't want him to need more therapy than he already does. I look at the mass chaos that has diminished. As much as I have trained for this, seeing multiple people lying on the runway in agony makes my stomach twist. I didn't expect things to go as they have.

Matthew reaches the steps and climbs them, his eyes meeting mine. "We can thank airport security for putting us all in danger," Matthew mutters as he steps inside the plane. "Get us the fuck out of here. This place is never good to us."

I nod my head, aware of the rage in his eyes, "Pilot!" I call, "Take off," I instruct, my voice echoing the plane as Matthew closes the plane door, and the plane begins to move, knocking us off our feet at the intensity.

Matthew piles on me, and I hear a crash from the back of the plane. I grunt against the floor, my eyes glancing up to see what happened. Matthew pulls himself off of me and extends his hand to assist me to my feet. "Personal space just isn't a thing apparently," I joke.

"I'm fine!" Oliver shouts.

"Nobody asked, Eaglette," I respond, stepping towards Anna, who, for once, listened and hadn't moved from where I left her. Anna is defiant and fights me in numerous circumstances, especially regarding security. Her not asking questions, moving or panicking is a clear indication, something is wrong.

"We need to get her in a seat before we all end up sliding to the back of the fucking plane." Matthew reminds me that the plane is speeding down the runway and moments away from inclining. Anastasia places her hand on the edge of the armrest in an attempt to pull herself up. I take the pistol from her hands, and she pulls herself up, sitting down. Her hands shakily take the seat belt, and she heavily sighs as she clips the strap in. I sit beside her and buckle myself in, wasting no time double-checking her seatbelt to make sure. I tug on the belt and let it settle into her lap, satisfied with its security. Anastasia lays her hand on my thigh, and I place my hand over hers, extending her a slight smile, "You alright?" I request.

Anastasia nods, "Mhm," she hums, and I rest back on the chair as the plane inclines and the wheels lift off the ground. "God save the fucking Queen," Anastasia mutters bitterly, her head leaning back on the chair.

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A wide range of emotions and thoughts are left with the aftermath of the previous night. Unsure what to feel, Aurora goes through some inner battles. And to top it off, her suspicions are raised about someone she thought she could trust.

AU: star-being!harry x astronomy-student!aurora

Content warnings: mentions of substance use

AURORA'S POV

The crisp morning air woke me up, creating goosebumps on my skin as I became more aware of my surroundings. Birds chirped around me, and for a moment I had forgotten that I had fallen asleep outside. Or even what had happened last night. It was like a really weird dream that lasted for hours.

With my hands tucked to my chest, I nuzzled into the body that laid next to me as the breeze brushed past us. It was bitterly cold, reminding me that the fall was morphing into the next season of winter. I liked this time of the year, but hated how cold it got. However, the warmth of the person that held me tightly was warming enough to make my heart flutter at this early hour.

But then I realized.

My eyes shot open, but my body stayed still. I blinked hard, looking at the faded out band shirt that my face was nuzzled into. I let out a shallow breath as my head craned up towards the face of the body. Harry had his nose tucked into my hair with his arms wrapped tightly around my torso. For a moment, I forgot that I had even fallen asleep with him. I felt his hot breath that spread onto the scalp of my head, my hand placing onto his chest softly.

I hadn't even noticed that he had given me most of the blankets. He did say that the cold reminded him of home, but I didn't think he was going to give me all of the blankets, leaving him none to spare. I wondered if he was freezing right now, just like how I was.

Memories of last night flooded my brain the more that I laid there, eyes wandering around the body that I was tucked into. Last night was so much fun. I felt so refreshed, but at the same time, I felt a bit hungover. Nothing like acid to cure my foggy brain, but the weed to make it ten times harder to wake up the next morning. It was a reason why I preferred not to smoke on nights that I had classes.

I never wanted to wake up the next morning.

Rubbing my eye with my knuckle, I used my elbow to slowly lift myself up to search around the bed of the truck. Nina and Ryan were still nowhere to be found. A frown etched onto my lips, anxiety suddenly spreading through my chest. What if they really had gotten lost? We tried to find them last night, but it was so dark and each call of their name followed pure silence. I chalked it up to them either having too much fun together, or they were asleep in their own cocoon of leaves.

I felt Harry start to toss from beside me, his large hand resting on my hip as he squeezed it carefully. His eyes were still shut, his lips smacking together. I must've woken him up when I sat up, but I tried to be as careful as I could not to wake him. I didn't even know what time it was, but by the looks of it, it seemed to be early in the morning with the way the sun barely rested over the tops of the trees.

I rested back down into his arms, placing my hand onto his to let him know I was still there, and that I wasn't going anywhere without him. At least, I hadn't planned on it. I had no idea where to start the hunt for Nina and Ryan anyway, so I hoped he would wake up soon so we could start. My brain was still so cluttered and foggy that it was hard to focus on a solid plan to begin with.

We laid there for what seemed like eternity, his fingers brushing alongside my hips carefully as I tried not to fall back asleep in the warmth he invited me into. I was never a morning person, never really claimed to be. I was glad that Harry didn't immediately start talking when he woke up. In fact, he still kept his eyes closed, but he was very much still awake from the movements of his body.

After a few moments, I looked up towards him. He must've felt my eyes on him because a mere second later, one of his eyes popped open to gaze down at me. They were half lidded and full of sleep. He parted his lips, swiping his tongue along the bottom of his lip before nuzzling his nose into my hair.

"Good morning." His voice was heavy, raspy even. My heart thumped at the sudden lowness of his voice, and a smile crept onto my lips as I went back to staring at his faded shirt.

"Nina and Ryan are still gone." I said softly, a sigh following after. I had really wished that Nina wouldn't have run off like that and not come back after nighttime. She knew that it was going to worry me, but I couldn't help it. I barely knew Ryan and only God knew what they had gotten into last night.

"I know." He mumbled sleepily as his finger left their spot on my hip to rub at his sleepy, red eyes. "I'm sure they are around here somewhere."

I bit down onto my lip, contorting my body to turn over onto my back. A huff left my lips as I mustered up the strength to push myself off of my back to sit up. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but once they did, I saw the open field where Harry and I had just sprinted in last night. I could even spot out the small leaf pile across the field that was buried deep into the ground from our actions. The green grass glistened with moisture. It had almost looked like something out of a cartoon, and if I stepped into it, my feet would become wet with its nature-like-bath.

I blinked hard. Looking out to the field had all the memories rush back to my mind. Staring at the leaf pile across the field, the actions of us kissing each other desperately came up. I swallowed thickly, placing a hand onto my thigh as my fingers gripped onto my pants. I didn't want this to change things. I liked them the way they were before, and I just hoped that things weren't going to be weird now. Kissing Harry was everything and more, but I couldn't help but feel a ping of regret in the back of my mind.

I shook my head. It wasn't what I needed to think of right now.

I needed to find Nina and Ryan first.

"Nina!" I called out into the field. My voice cracked, reminding me that I hadn't used my full voice just yet. It always seemed to crack in the morning as if I was a pubescent kid. Its raspiness only added onto it. "Nina! Are you out there?"

Zoning into the field, I squinted my eyes as I caught a glimpse of what seemed to be two bodies laying on the grass on a pile of blankets. Using the palms of my hands, I crawled forward towards the end of the truck bed and looked a bit harder.

A body suddenly shot up from the pile, showing a messy haired Nina with a wide smile on her lips. Her original flowers had long been gone, I imagined, with only a singular petal buried in the strands left. I let out a sigh of relief, slumping my shoulders down as I waved towards her. She waved back at me, then pointed towards Ryan who was still laying down on the blankets.

"Good morning! Once I get him up, I'll come over!" She yelled out.

I rolled my eyes playfully before crawling back into the blankets that brought back that familiar warmth. Harry had sat there, dazed, his eyes blank as if he wasn't really thinking much of anything. I wondered if he was okay after last night, and if he was feeling the after effects of the drugs we had taken.

"You okay?" I mumbled softly towards him.

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, cracking a small smile before he eased back under the blankets with me. This time he hadn't wrapped his arms around me, instead he rested the back of his head onto the palms of his hands.

"Yeah, just tired." He grumbled. His morning voice– there was something about it that didn't quite match the way he was, but I still found it attractive. Scratchy and deep. Sleepy and slurred.

I hummed in acknowledgement, shutting my eyes for a moment as I soaked in the moment. I could hear the faint rumblings of Nina and Ryan's voices mixing together. Her laughs were always so recognizable that I could swear that I would be able to identify it from miles away. It was infectious, to say the least. I hoped that I would never have to lose the privilege of hearing it.

It only mildly rinsed over the fact that I wanted to scold her for worrying me like that.

"Good morning, my beautiful people!" Nina sing-songed in a giggle.

I sat up on my shoulders, fighting off the grin that dared to spread across my face. It was hard to be mad at someone who only bounced off sunshine the way that she did. While I was sure that I had mascara smeared from the sleep, somehow she never looked a bit out of place. Even her morning hair looked as if it was meant to be like that. Every stray piece that curled in a different pattern from its neighbors was perfectly curated to be that way, I was sure of it.

Even if she did look a mess, her sense of self never seemed to show it.

"Hey, Nina." I heard Harry grumble from beside me, yet to sit up from his comfortable spot.

I bit back another smile as I tried to force myself to sound stern. "You need to learn to keep your phone–" I paused as I tossed the device in her direction, which she caught effortlessly. "On you at all times! Especially when we're out in a field and anything can happen!"

Nina rolled her eyes playfully as she mindlessly scrolled through her notifications that she had missed. "Yes, mom. Please don't ground me." She pouted out a sarcastic lip as she walked closer, leaning her arms on the side of the truck nearest me.

"But it wasn't like I didn't also see you two frollicking around in the field, too. Sure seemed like you guys were having fun." She smirked, pushing herself back off the truck to stand back beside Ryan.

I opened my mouth to rebuttal against her words, but she raised an eyebrow at me as if she wanted me to challenge her.

I had no idea what exactly she had all seen and that made me nervous. I remembered a good percentage of what had happened last night, but maybe there were missing fragments. I definitely didn't want to find out the possibilities of what she had seen in front of anyone else, especially Harry. I didn't need him to see me get flustered over the recollections.

I just really hoped that she hadn't seen the one particular scene that involved the bout of intimacy we shared. I knew she was going to eventually know about it, but it wasn't something I wanted aired out in front of everyone either. I would tell her when I was ready, and hopefully she would actually be surprised.

It only took us about an hour to finally will ourselves to clean up everything. Our rumbling stomachs were the biggest contribution to getting it together. The thought of a hearty meal after all the energy we exerted previously was reason enough for me to quickly gather and fold up all the blankets that were now sprinkled with bits of dead leaves and grass. One of them even had a faint smell of alcohol still lingering within the fabric, but I wasn't surprised.

All in a night's work of having fun, right?

The ride back home was a lot of listening in on the conversation going on in the front seat. It was hard to gauge exactly what was being talked about as I watched Ryan and Nina giggle to themselves. It made my heart warm watching their subtle touches as they spoke, engaging each other physically into the conversation as they joked amongst each other. It was like watching a scene from a movie. This would have been a perfect clip for a montage that played a cute, upbeat song in the background.

I would've watched it, anyway.

But watching them was the only thing that kept my brain occupied from jumping to what all went on last night and led into this morning. The fog of waking up had finally subsided and reality was now in my face. His grip that he had on me throughout the night still lingered on my skin as I continued to think about it. It was like I was afraid of it, but craved it at the same time. I wanted it to happen again, but I was scared to sink deeper than I already found myself sinking into in the first place.

I hated how awkward I felt, sitting there beside Harry as we stayed silent. I could feel his eyes briefly run over to me every now and then, but I would pretend like I didn't notice it. I even noticed his fingers trail closer, as if to be an open invitation for me to welcome in his touch. The only thing I could think to do was sit there on my phone to busy my fingers with typing. It filled me with a lot of guilt quite honestly, but I couldn't help it. It was all I knew what to do.

I wasn't sure how to deal with situations like this. I had hookups before, sure, but this was much different. Hookups didn't mean cuddling afterwards or feeling comfort in the other's touch in general. Feelings were to never be involved, let alone any kind of attachments. The second an attachment is formed, it's like an emotional contract that you can't get out of. It's legally binding. No lawyer could dig you out of that hole. So, in order to never fall down into it, you should never find yourself walking towards it to begin with.

But, when hallucinogens were brought into the equation last night, it was hard to act against what felt natural. Being with him and feeling along his body while he felt along mine felt like the right thing to do. It felt like it was exactly what I was born to do, what he was born to do. I didn't want to stop, but I did. That was the most unnatural feeling I had felt in a long time– not allowing myself access to what felt right.

I just didn't want to come to terms with how it all made me feel, because the moment that it did, everything would change. So, for now, I stayed silent.

"Looks like you have someone not-so-patiently awaiting your arrival." Nina chuckled, pointing towards my window painted with new, wet nose prints.

I hadn't even noticed we got to my apartment until she said that, honestly. But, the sight of Astro sticking her nose against the living room window was enough to shake me from whatever this feeling was. It was like a breath of fresh air from the confusion spinning inside me. It was also nice to see my apartment in its newly refined condition, not met with its earlier mystical destruction.

I hurriedly unbuckled my seat and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I swung the door open.

"I'll see you guys later!" I shouted right before shutting the door behind me.

With my back turned and already walking down the path, I heard Harry's voice from the window.

"Aurora!" He shouted, causing me to spin back around. "What time do you want me to come back so we can go to the planetarium?" His smile curled at the corners with eyes that matched that same sparkle.

God, was it hard to look him in the eyes right now with these feelings going on. Was this on purpose? Was all of this not punishment enough?

I smiled anyway. "Yeah, just give me a bit and we can head over. I'll text you."

I couldn't get into the shower fast enough. I felt really good after last night's trip, but I always felt like I needed a good shower after any kind of outdoor adventure. Something about rolling around in the leaves and dirt just leaves you feeling sticky, yet dry at the same time.

As the hot water hit my skin, my forehead pressed against the wall as I allowed the water to run down my body. This was the first time I had felt calm in a while, but something was eating me away in the back of my mind.

Truth be told, I hadn't dated anyone since I was in Alaska. Before I left for college, my girlfriend at the time, had broken things off with me. I was shocked, to say the least, we had been together all throughout high school. Her reasoning was valid, though, knowing I was going to be in another country going to school and even if we had stayed together—I would have only gotten to visit for the holidays.

It took me a while to get over it. She was my first love after all and ever since then, I hadn't tried to put myself out there. I didn't feel like I needed to.

Except then I met Nina. We actually went on a date around the time I first moved here. At first I had said no, given I was fresh out of a relationship, but Nina was persistent. As she always was, still to this day.

And as you could guess, we were better off friends. It was no hard feelings, and I had absolutely no regrets about how we developed the friendship that we had now. If anything, it was a fun story to remind each other about every now and then.

But since then, I didn't think I had really tried to put myself out there. Sure, I had one night stands, but those were throwaways. Something I didn't have to deal with the next day. They were simple and both parties knew what to expect out of the exchange.

With Harry, it was really different. I liked him, admittedly, but I didn't think I was ready for anything yet. I felt bad in a way, I didn't know if he knew that or if he was feeling something different.

Given that he wasn't from here, that we faced a lot of cultural differences, I didn't know what was going through his mind whenever we were all over each other last night.

I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind as I rinsed myself off and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping the towel around me, I walked into my bedroom and started pulling out clothes from my closet.

Astro was laying on the bed, her eyes droopy as she let out a huff. Glancing towards her, a small smile spread across my lips. It was a guilty smile. I hated leaving her alone at night, but I made sure she had everything she needed before I left.

Not to mention she had tackled me the minute I walked into the door this morning. I was sure she had a bit of separation anxiety, but I couldn't blame her. She was a shelter dog, so of course she relied on me, and sometimes I felt like I let her down because of it.

Once I got dressed, I slid into the bed with her and wrapped my arms around her furry body.

"I love you, baby." I mumbled to her as I placed kisses around her head and ears. "Who's my good girl? Who's my good girl?!"

Astro started to whine, her tail wagging as her body wiggled in my arms. I let out a laugh, rolling over to my back as she stood up on all fours, staring down at me while she panted. Her tongue hung out, arching her back with her butt in the air before lapping a stripe of saliva up my cheek.

"Gah!" I laughed out, whipping my face to the side as I took my towel from beside me and wiped my face. "Heeeyy, I just washed my face!"

Suddenly, a knock on the door came from the living room. Astro's head whipped towards the noise, a small whine leaving her as she started to make small circles into the bed. Over and over again. I sat up, a frown curved into my lips as I watched her nervously tap around in circles before standing in front of me.

She had never done this before. I could only assume that she was traumatized from the break in that happened a while ago. Which, honestly, made me feel like a shit dog-mom. I should've protected her more, but I didn't. That was my fault.

"It's okay, baby." I told her softly, rubbing her head as I got off the bed. She buried her face into the blankets as I left the room, but I knew she was staring at me while I walked out.

The sun was out. I knew that Harry was coming over, but I hadn't checked my phone since I got home. I had probably just missed his text that he was on his way.

Still, my heart was beating fast as I walked towards the door. When I opened it, there he was. Standing there. At first, his lips were pursed as he stared down at his feet, surely waiting on me to answer. But then, his head popped up to face me. That crooked smile spread across his lips, his curls falling into his face as his eyes crinkled with happiness. He looked like he was fresh out of the shower too, with clothes that were no longer reeking of the outdoors.

"Aurora, hey." Harry said softly, raising his hand to wave at me. "You ready to go?"

"Hey." I half smiled at him. "Yeah, let me grab my things—"

"I'll get it for you!" Harry said quickly with a smile as he stepped into the doorway. I blinked hard, moving to the side as he leaned over to grab my bag by the door.

"Harry, you don't have to do that—"

"No, it's okay." He said with a lopsided smile, placing the strap of the bag over his shoulder. I cleared my throat, my fingers starting to pick at my cuticles as I nodded towards him.

"Okay." I breathed out a laugh. Harry had both mine and his bag on his back as I followed behind him. He looked from over his shoulder, stopping in his tracks to give me time to keep up with his pace.

"Did you have fun last night?" He asked me as I approached him. I glanced towards him out of the side of my eye, giving him a small nod as a shy smile spread across my lips.

"I did." I told him. "Did you?"

"Most certainly." He breathed out a laugh, his ring cladded fingers clutching around the straps of the bag. "I have never done anything like that before. You said it was called acid? I think I would enjoy doing it again if I was invited to do so."

"Yeah, acid." I whispered softly, scanning the area around us. Talking about drugs out in public always made me nervous. I knew we wouldn't get in trouble because we didn't have anything illegal on us, but what if the professor just so happened to be around the corner? I didn't want anyone to know my business, especially when I was in class.

"I just feel so energized today!" He sighed out happily. Harry's smile didn't fade the entire time we walked. His bright green eyes wandered around the streets, watching as birds flew by us or when the leaves on the ground blew from the wind.

I thought it was cute. The way that he always seemed so positive. I wish I could've taken a page from his book on how to look at a cup that was half full instead of half empty. Harry seemed to not let a lot of things get to him. He was bulletproof in that kind of way. It was such a stark contrast compared to him this morning, barely awake yet, too.

We walked for some time quietly. Sometimes Harry would say something and I would hum back to him to let him know I was listening, but for the most part we had stayed pretty silent. It wasn't that long of a walk till we had gotten to the planetarium, walking through the doors where the cool air greeted us.

Today was a busy day today. We had been closed for the last couple of days and usually when we opened back up, there was a flood of people waiting to come watch our shows. I was surprised at how many regulars we had, even if it was the same show they had already seen before. They just loved being here.

We walked past a set of doors, past the employee only sign, and made our way into the break room where we usually put our bags. It was a small room with a set of lockers, and typically nobody ever bothered our stuff, so I felt confident in never buying a lock for the doors.

I opened up my usual locker, turning towards Harry as I stretched my hand out towards him to grab my bag. Harry glanced towards me, letting out a small 'oh' as he shrugged the bag off his back and handed it towards me.

"I wonder what show we are going to do next week." I hummed as I set my bag into my locker before closing it shut. Glancing to the right of me, Harry was standing incredibly close beside me with a shy smile on his lips.

I blinked hard, feeling my cheeks grow hot as I tried to ignore his eyes that bored into my skin. There was a funny feeling in my chest, probably just butterflies from the night before. I had wondered if he was thinking about it while he looked at me with those doe eyes of his.

"Not sure." He said softly, taking a step closer to me. I pressed my lips into a line as my back hit the locker. Harry let out a soft chuckle as he planted his feet in front of me, a sudden touch of his fingertips grazing against my arm made goosebumps rise from my skin.

"Me either." I breathed out, flicking my gaze from his fingers to his eyes. My heart was thumping at his touch. There was a newfound confidence that Harry had, and he was displaying it right in front of me. I didn't know if I had liked it or not, but the only thing that was running through my mind was someone walking in while he was this close to me.

His fingers created a cluster of goosebumps as they delicately ran up my arm, all the way to my clothed shoulders. I let out a shallow breath, parting my lips to say something, but before I could get a word out, his hands cupped the underside of my jaw. He tilted my head back, making me look directly into his eyes before inching closer to my lips.

"H-Harry..." I whispered out softly, my eyes fluttering shut slowly as his lips ghosted against mine. My name left his lips in a dewey tone, leaving my knees to nearly buckle under me before I felt his pink plush lips press against mine. My hands rested by my sides as they formed into a white knuckled fist.

His kiss was slow, and I kissed him back. Feeling his bottom lip lap over mine over and over again while his thumb slowly traced against my jawline. My stomach was on fire, and it felt good–but it also made my thoughts from earlier arise. Was this deep for him? Was it more for him? I didn't want to lead him on. I didn't want to be led on either.

Truthfully, I didn't know what I wanted and I didn't know if this was a conversation I wanted to have with him yet.

But I knew I had to.

I placed my hand against his chest, pulling my head away from him to break the kiss. A rigid breath left my lips as I looked up at his flustered features. He could only smile half-heartedly at me as his eyelashes fluttered.

Gauging the way he was looking at me, I couldn't seem to show any expression at the moment. I gulped down the frog in my throat, shifting the weight onto my other foot as I looked away from him. I felt bad. I was overthinking everything at that moment, wondering if he had been waiting to kiss me since last night.

Including last night, and this morning's actions, things seemed incredibly intimate between us. Something that I hadn't shared with anybody in a really long time. Given I was under the influence, it would only make sense that was the reason why I had let it happen. But now?

"We shouldn't...do this." I whispered out softly, clearing my hoarse throat as I stepped to the side to create some distance between us. Harry's smile wavered into a frown, his hand going from my jaw to the locker as he leaned against it.

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I just thought..." He stopped himself, his face contorting in confusion before shaking his head. "I don't know what I thought... I think I just wanted to kiss you."

"I don't want you to think that I like you–" My eyes widened for a moment, the minute that the words left me. Averting my gaze towards Harry, his straight shoulders had slumped as his fingers slid down the lockers with a soft breath.

"That's not what I meant." I tried to cover up the mistake, the poor choice of words that left my lips. "I meant, I just–I don't really...want a relationship and I think our friendship is something really unique and fun...I just don't want to ruin that, you know?"

Harry's features dropped suddenly, his lips that were once curved into that lopsided smile now showed a frown so embedded, I thought the smile would never come back. His eyes left mine, shifting around the room as his hand found their way into his pocket. The silence was deafening, almost telling me everything I needed to hear from the still air. He shifted his weight onto his other foot, nodding his head slowly as he straightened his posture.

"Oh." He breathed out, a light chuckle following through as his fingers ran through his thick curls. "I just thought–because you kissed me last night..."

"We were on...acid." I whispered softly, scanning the room slowly. I let out a sigh, pulling my bottom lip into my mouth as my fingers started to pick at my cuticles once more. "I'm sorry if I made you think something differently. It was just a kiss. It's nothing serious...people kiss all the time, but it's...it's different on Earth."

"Okay." He whispered back as he grabbed his folder from the table beside him before shaking it gently towards me. "Sorry I misinterpreted our friendship." His voice was bitter, yet soft at the same time. I didn't think that someone so sweet could sound so harsh.

I turned to follow him out the door. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say either. I didn't know how to make this better. His steps were fast, leaving me to try to catch up to him.

"Harry–!" I tried to call out to him, but the sudden voice behind me made my body still.

"Aurora!"

I sighed out, turning my body around at the person calling my name. Professor Collins stood from behind me with a folder clutched tightly in his hands and a smile spread so wide I could have mistaken him for the Cheshire cat.

"Yes?" I pulled a soft smile on my lips, taking a step towards him. Collins really had a knick for showing up at the worst times, including today.

"Can you come into my office? I have something I want to discuss with you. No worries, though, nothing serious." He gestured towards the other end of the hallway, the opposite way of which I was trying to follow Harry down.

I glanced from behind me, seeing that Harry had already disappeared from the situation. Mentally cursing myself, I wanted to slap myself for even having that kind of conversation with him while we were at work.

"Of course..." I elongated, clutching my hand into a fist as I nodded towards him.

There was no way I was going to be able to appear as out together as I should in front of my boss. I had to at least try, but that was proving more and more difficult as each step I took towards his office—and farther away from my main issue at hand, Harry.

"I may have figured out some findings that I'd like you to look over." Professor Collins said as he jiggled the door with his key. It squawked open, the creaking noise only furthering my uneasiness.

Why would he want me to look over it anyway?

"Sure, what's it about?" I asked with a bout of curiosity. I shut the door behind me as he gestured for me to do so before I sat in front of his desk.

He cleared his throat, taking his glasses from the table and perching them onto the bridge of his nose. The sound of him stacking a pile of papers together was the only thing heard as I waited for him to respond. At one point, I could have sworn I could even hear the clock ticking behind me.

"The star—or stars, rather." He replied with a bluntness in his tone. His eyes were busy tracing over whatever was typed on the computer screen in front of him now.

"Any particular stars?" I spoke up through the noise of him typing more information into his device.

He paused his fingers against the keyboard for a moment as he briefly glanced at me from the corner of his eye. If I didn't know any better, I would have imagined his next words to revolve around me getting out of his office immediately.

The look of annoyance didn't last long as he swiveled his chair closer to my view. He had a smile on his face, and I was grateful for his patience with me. Maybe he could tell I wasn't completely myself right now. I sure as hell didn't feel like it anyway.

"The backwards shooting stars, Aurora." He replied with a slight chuckle, slipping his glasses back off of his nose and onto his desk, as if to get a better view of me.

"Oh, right. Sorry." I paused as I searched between his eyes, trying to read what he was thinking. All I got was a slight look of confusion, and I assumed it was due to my newfound awkward demeanor.

"Are you feeling alright?" He questioned with an eyebrow raised with concern. "You been sleeping okay?" His hands clasped together in front of him as they rested on the desk.

I didn't like the focus now being on me. It was actually the complete opposite that I wanted, and I needed to find a way to shift it back to the original topic. The quicker I could do that, the quicker I could leave and go find where Harry ran off to.

"No, yeah, I'm okay." I reassured with a faint smile. "Didn't sleep much last night I suppose, but it's nothing a nap can't fix."

He looked closely at me without much of an expression before finally seeing a faint curl in his lips. I almost breathed out a sigh of relief when he shifted back into his chair, looking back at the sheets of paper he was just busied with.

"Definitely do that then. Don't want to see you fall behind with your coursework or other responsibilities." He stopped for a moment as he looked back at me. "Not many students have the amount of responsibilities on your back, as well as the amount of opportunities that go along with it. Just be mindful of that."

"Of course, thank you." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I gestured towards what he was holding. "Was there new information found about it?"

He let out a sigh, and I was unsure if it was an exasperated one or one with relief that I finally seemed on board with the topic.

"Seemingly. Although, I have yet to share the information I have gathered. I wanted you to look over it with me and hear your thoughts."

My eyes widened momentarily, only further confused by his choice in picking me to give my opinion. My brain would have had a hard enough comprehending everything going on on a normal day, let alone this day — this time.

"Me? Why me?" I asked with my eyebrows scrunched, searching for answers.

"Why not? You're one of the top in your class, one of my trusted employees, and one with a natural born talent regarding the science of the stars. Do you not find yourself capable?" He asked, crossing a leg over his other.

I had never paid much attention to what he wore, let alone that he had a wedding band wrapped around his finger. It glared back at me as it clung tightly to his clothed knee, bouncing along with his foot.

"No—I mean, yes. I am capable. I just thought you would go to someone else for something so important. I would be honored to look it over." I stumbled, trying not to let the worry eat at me.

Did he know it was Harry? Was that why he wanted me to look it over? Force me to tell him what I knew? Or was this just a test to see how confident I was in my work? I was really hoping for neither, considering how badly I had already messed up this meeting.

"Great. Feel free to read this over." He said as he tilted the sheets in my direction for me to grab.

I took it with a slight shake to my fingers, and fortunately it looked to go unnoticed as Collins adjusted himself back into his desk chair.

My eyes scanned over the document quickly, trying to prepare myself for whatever it was he was going to say. I needed to prepare how I was going to reply to the news— especially if he was right about everything.

God, did I hope for him to be wrong.

"I think I've finally been able to track them. I was able to set up multiple locations with astronomical tracking devices. They have expensive views that cover a great amount of the viewable sky view." His eyes glared closely back at me, probably to gauge my reaction. There was his own twinkle of excitement shining from his eyes that made a smile, albeit nervous smile, spread across my own face.

"Really?" I sat up straighter, momentarily forgetting anything that had happened the past couple of days. All that consumed me was worry in the back of my mind. How much could have seen with all of that equipment? I had never heard of anything like it.

"Indeed." He gushed, pushing his computer monitor to face me.

Staring back at me from his screen was a multitude of shots, all lined up into rows. It was blurry but pixelated enough to distinguish what I was looking at.

Each image was a shot of the shooting star—Harry flying back down to Earth.

My eyes were glued to the screen as I tried to make out as much detail as I could. Even with just the specks of light that the camera provided, I was still in so much awe.

"It's beautiful." I accidentally spurt aloud.

I switched my intense glare to the professor, who was chuckling lightly to himself.

"Yes, mysterious scientific findings are always something of beauty, whether destructive or not." He nodded his head in triumph. It almost made me feel bad, knowing that I had the answers he was so desperate to find.

I let him have his moment, though. To be fair, I still wasn't all that sure of what he knew.

"If you look at the time stamps, it shows a pattern. See here?" He pointed a finger towards the bottom corners of each individual photo. "Approximately every 70 to 80 hours this phenomenon occurs."

I blinked hard, remembering very well of Harry's departure he had every three days. His absence had grown more and more recognizable with each time he had to leave it seemed.

I desperately wanted to dig on how much Collins knew about it, but I was scared that the more questions I asked, the more questions that would be turned in my own direction.

"What do you think?" He finally asked, filling in the silence.

"Oh, I— That's an amazing finding. What do you plan to do with it?" I did my best to even out my tone as to not show any sense of worry or anything out of the ordinary. I had to act excited which was the last thing I was.

"I'm going to continue to find more information before I go public with these findings. The last thing I need are more scientists clogging up Yellowstone and disrupting what I've worked so hard on. This will be our secret, correct?" He looked at me with a slight raise of his eyebrow. I wasn't sure if he was trying to seem intimidating, but he was doing a good job at it regardless.

"Our secret, yes. Which..." I trailed off for a moment, wanting to tread on the topic carefully. "What did you need me for? You seem much more ahead of the game than I would be. I don't know how I could be helpful."

For a moment I almost wished I knew nothing about Harry's true star form. That way I could have felt the true excitement that this news could've brought me. The Aurora I was before meeting Harry would have bursted at the seams with this information. She would have already jumped out of her chair, ready to run out the door and tell Nina about it.

But that wasn't the Aurora I needed to be right then. I needed to be the Aurora that helped protect Harry considering all he had done for me. It was the least I could do. Keeping his form secret was crucial.

"Some of the operating systems need manual assistance. It will help the quality of these photos and I'll ever be able to get video of the occurrence. Granted, it will have to happen in the perfect spot for the equipment to capture it, but I have faith that you will do great with this task." He grinned lightly.

He reached into one of his drawers, pulling out an envelope that had my name on it. It had his scraggly handwriting that I always had a hard time reading. This was probably the clearest I had ever seen and understood what was written. There was even a little loop at the end of the last "A".

Silently thanking him with a nod, I left the office as fast as I could. This was bad. This was really bad. If he was tracking the stars, then that means that Harry was in more danger–not just with the light guardians, but now with actual humans.

I was scared to think about what would happen if Collins found out about Harry. I didn't know what would happen, to say the truth, but I do know that it wouldn't be good. Harry trusted me with the secret that he was a star-being, and yet here I was–working with Collins to trace down the backwards star.

The backwards star that was Harry.

I needed to divert his attention,and fast. Before he finds out about Harry.

I swallowed the nerves down, shaking my head to myself as I made my way into the main room of the planetarium where everyone else sat. I was quiet, the room filled with people as the presentation played through the speakers. For once, I wasn't interested in listening. I was more so looking for Harry who had to be in here.

I skimmed over the crowd, and all exit points, and still could not find him. I let out a stressed sigh, running my fingers through my thick hair before turning on my heel to leave. I didn't know how I was going to tell him, but it needed to be soon. Maybe today wasn't a good day to say anything, not with what happened this morning.

I knew I had done enough damage.

After my shift, I couldn't find Harry. I don't know if he had left without me, or if he was hiding–so I walked home by myself. I remember when I used to take these walks with Harry and he always used to fill the silence with his ramblings, and how I used to find them annoying when I first met him, but now I wish that he was here to fill the silence.

I felt like a dick. Leave it to me to ruin every friendship, or potential relationship I've ever had, or will have.

The walk home was boring, and it left me feeling cold on the inside. Part of me hoped that I would run into him on the way home, but that didn't happen. Before I knew it, I was unlocking my door to my apartment and getting bombarded by Astro at the door.

For the first time, I shrugged her off and set my stuff down on the table before heading straight to the kitchen. The only thing that could make me feel better was a good meal. One of my favorites that my mom used to make. It always made me feel like home when I ate it, even if it wasn't half as good as she usually made it.

A home made soup.

She used to make it for me whenever I didn't feel good, whether it was being sick or just in a bad mood.

Although, while I was cooking, the only thing I could think of was Harry. I felt scared. Scared that I may have messed things up between the both of us, or hopefully at the least damaged a little bit of trust. I would rather damage the trust we have than to lose him forever.

I was battling with myself on the inside, and even the smells of sweet soup couldn't bring me back home this time. I knew that I needed another person's perspective from this, so I called Nina. Even hesitantly. I knew she was going to put on a whole speech about it, and she was going to say everything that I already knew, but I think I just needed a push.

The phone trilled a few times, before she finally picked up.

"What's up?!" Nina said, surely a large smile spread across her lips. I could hear it in her voice.

"Hey..." I trailed off with a sigh as I put my face into my hands.

"Uh oh, what's wrong?" Nina retorted back.

"I'm so stupid, Nina." I whined out, throwing my head back as if I was going to scream 'why me?!' or, 'why do I keep doing this to myself?!'

"Okay, first of all, you're not." Nina stopped my personal insults instantly. "Secondly, what happened?"

"What didn't happen?" I scolded myself, pressing a palm to my forehead as I hit myself multiple times against the head lightly. "I'm the worst kind of person. Okay, so uh... me and Harry kissed last night."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Do you really expect me to be shocked? You act like I haven't seen you give that boy googly eyes all night." Nina cackled out.

"Ugh, whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, I'm just saying...we kissed and um...this morning we went to work and he kissed me again. Like, at first I was like okay this is...fine? I guess, but at the same time, I think that I–"

"Do not tell me you are fighting with your feelings over this boy." Nina said sternly. "It is obvious that you like him, Aurora. Why are you doing this to yourself? If you like him, then just tell him."

"It's not that simple, asshole. I can't just–" I stopped myself, sighing out. "It's not that. I just don't know if I...am ready for something like that. My ex really did a number on me. She was everything I wanted and more. I thought we were going to get married, and then we didn't. I still feel like I'm emotionally recovering from that."

"Did he say anything about a relationship to you?"

"No..."

"Then why are you suddenly jumping to thinking about relationships? You didn't have a problem grinding all over Brandon's dick that one night, so what's the difference now?" Nina scolded, her voice was more harsh to get her point across.

"Because I like him, Nina!" The words left my lips faster than I could stop them. I blinked hard, looking down at the phone when the silence started to string through. "Because...he's so nice, Nina. He's so smart, so considerate. Emotional. He is the most human I have seen anybody in a really long time. He doesn't bury his face into a phone, or try to–fucking mansplain things to me. He just–is the most vulnerable person I have ever met, and I like him so much..." I whispered out as I batted tears that blurred my vision.

"It scares me." I whispered shakily.

"Aurora..." Nina said softer. "If you like him so much, then why don't you tell him? Ryan and I saw the way he was looking at you last night. You don't look at friends the way he was looking at you...I want you to be happy, honey, but you need to be honest with yourself, and honest with him. If you keep getting scared with every person you grow an emotional connection with, then you will never know if it works out in the end. Harry may work out, or he won't. Isn't that a chance you're willing to take?"

Her words rang true, and I secretly hated it. I almost took it as an insult, but I knew it was coming from a place of love. Since me and my ex broke up, I felt like everything after that has just been emotionless sex and pushing away anybody that comes close to me. I've been scared to get my heart broken again, but if I were to get my heart broken from anybody, I would want it to be by Harry. I liked him. I really, really liked him, and that was something that I could no longer deny.

"I have to go." I suddenly said as I picked up the phone.

"Where?" Nina suddenly squealed.

"I'm doing what I should've done a while ago." I said before hanging the phone up, not letting her speak another word.

I shoved the phone into my pocket, rushing towards the front door as I scooped up my keys and jacket on the way out. I felt like my heart was bursting, like this was some cliché rom-com that I was starring in. This was my main character moment. I could see it in my head.

This was the part in the movie where I fled to the man of my dreams to spill my guts. Take a sharp knife and carve out my heart, and hand it to him on a silver platter and say: "This is yours. It's always been yours."

The cold wind brushed past me as I ran past the strangers on the sidewalks. They looked at me, out of script. A smile etched onto my lips, they must've thought I was on my way to the airport to chase down the love of my life and tell them that they can't leave. That I need them here and they are making a big mistake by going.

I was getting funny looks, but I didn't care. I wasn't running like it was a hobby, and people knew that. Nobody in their right minds would be running in vans with jeans and a sweater on. I was running with a purpose, and although my anxiety was trying to replace the way my chest was feeling–the adrenaline was overtaking every doubt I had.

When I rounded myself around the corner of Harry's street, I could taste him on my lips. I could feel his fingers burning into my skin. Everything leading up to this moment was flooding through my mind, all the memories we made together thus far. I felt like this was the part when the rain started to pour down to soak me in my own emotions while I got on my knees to recite some shitty Shakespeare poem that I memorized from eighth grade.

I didn't think about it. I jumped up his steps, standing as close as I could to the door before knocking on it hard, and faster than I would like to admit. I didn't notice the small layer of sweat that spread across my forehead until my heart started to slow down. I quickly wiped the sweat with my sleeve, letting in a deep breath as I waited for Harry to answer. Hopefully with open arms.

A click was heard, and I immediately took a step back. My breathing was still heavy, and it was very apparent that I just ran three blocks to get here. I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them back up there he was.

Harry stood there. Wearing that faded band shirt that was too big, and sweatpants that were really baggy on him. His brows pinched, confusion spread across his face as he etched his eyes all over me.

"Aurora? What are you...are you okay?" Harry opened the door more, eyes wandering the surroundings. "Did you run here? Why are you perspiring?"

"Harry, I–" I breathed out hard, waving a hand in front of my face before bending over to take a deep breath. "I gotta...I gotta talk to you."

"Oh." He pursed his lips, taking a step back from the door before swinging the door wider. "Come in."

I gulped down thickly, taking in deep breaths through my nose as I walked into his house. I regret wearing this jacket now, and I shed it off before holding it to my chest tightly. Harry closed the door behind me, taking small steps towards the kitchen as I settled in the room.

"Water? It's all I have..." Harry trailed off softly as he ran some water from the tap into a glass. I nodded quickly, whispering a small thank you to him. He nodded towards me, setting the glass down onto the table before taking a step back to look over me.

I took a few good gulps of the water, trying to ignore the tension in the room. Suddenly I didn't feel like the main character anymore, and I didn't feel like I had a right to gush my feelings out to him after what I said this morning.

"I'm sorry." I started out with a sigh, pushing the stray hairs back that stood from my head. "I'm sorry for what I said this morning. If I hurt your feelings, that really wasn't my intention. I feel like shit about what happened, and I just had to come talk to you."

Harry slithered his hands into his pocket, nodding carefully as he listened to my plea. His lips pursed as he avoided eye contact with me, which hurt enough. I felt the sting in my chest, and it didn't feel good at all.

"That's okay, Aurora." He said quietly. "As I said this morning, I misinterpreted our friendship. That was my fault–"

"You didn't." I interjected, taking a step towards him as my desperate eyes searched around his face for emotion. "You didn't and that's why I feel like shit. What you think about us is true. I'm just a fucking idiot, and I can't–I couldn't bring myself to terms with that, but I brought myself to the realization tonight."

Harry's eyes slowly panned downwards to mine. Finally meeting my gaze, his face softened as he looked down at my distraught emotions that splayed across my face. I swallowed the frog in my throat, pushing back the feeling that I was going to choke on all the emotions and words that tried to spill from my lips.

I needed to say it. Out loud. I needed my Bella and Edward moment. Well, instead of one of us confessing that we were a vampire–it was much worse than that. I was going to be vulnerable, which is something that I didn't think I could ever do again.

"I like you, Harry." I whispered out shakily. The words were vomit, and I felt my throat burn at the taste of them. My anxiety thumped through my chest, fingers gripping tightly on my jacket as I tried to steady my feet. "I like you a lot. I just don't know if I want a relationship right now, but I want to figure it out. I really, really like you."

Harry's eyes slightly widened, almost making him take a step back, but he planted his feet back onto the ground firmly. The only thing that I could do was stand here and wait for him to accept it and tell me the same thing, or reject me. Say that he doesn't want to get hurt. Say that it was against his mission to be here with me, and that he wasn't allowed to like me.

Harry was a man that went by the rules, and I prayed to whatever god was out there that he would break one of them tonight. I knew that it was against everything his father told him, but I needed this.

I needed him.

He took a step closer to me, hands slithering out of his pockets to snake up my arms carefully. I took a step towards him, easing into his embrace as his fingers caressed both sides of my face. I fluttered my eyes shut, feeling Harry's hot breath on my lips before they met each other for the third time in twenty-four hours. I inhaled sharply, letting go of my jacket to drop to the floor before wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.

We were impossibly close with one another, lips meshing with one another as we kissed in the only way we knew how. It was full of all of our truths, all of our emotions that we were scared to say before. He didn't need to say anything because I could taste it on him. He liked me too, and that was something he couldn't deny.

My fingers got lost into his curls, squeezing my eyes shut as we smacked against one another. His thumbs stroked against my skin, and I felt my knees nearly buckle once again. The way he had a hold over me, and I was letting him. I was letting him take me over, my whole soul and being. I wanted him to hurt me, and love me, in the most suffocating way possible.

When he pulled away from the kiss, I felt myself nearly melt into a puddle of mush to the floor. I looked up at him, watching as he rolled his lips into his mouth with a slight smirk.

"I really like you too, Aurora." He whispered softly back to me, booping my nose with the tip of his finger. "This is, perhaps, one of the best confessions that I've ever heard before."

I chuckled lightly, shaking my head as I pulled him into a hug tightly. Nuzzling my nose into his chest, he wrapped his large arms around me as he rubbed my back carefully.

"I forgive you." He added. "I was worried that I made things...uh...weird?"

"No, no." I sighed out. "You didn't. You made them wonderful, and I'm glad it happened. I really am sorry, again, really."

"Stop apologizing." He said softly as his nose nuzzled into my hair before looking down at me. "I'm just happy we share the same feelings. You have no idea how this makes me feel. My heart feels like it's going to burst out of it's cage. I've never felt this way before, although it's a bit uncomfortable, might I add."

"It happens–" I said softly, pushing his curls from his face slowly. "Because I feel the same way."

"And this is a good thing?" Harry asked softly with a tilt of his head.

"It's a really good thing." I whispered back to him with a smile.

"Okay." He said back with a lopsided smile. "Then I would like to feel this with you."

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authors note inspired by a dream i had about this boy HAHAHA so filthy but that's just him. (also i'm sorry if ur names emma! if it is it's still cute to be best friends w ur name twin :3) ALSO it's also inspired by style (taylor's version)!

brief description y/n has had a crush on harry since they were kids but he’s off-limits. him being her best friend’s brother and all she has never made a move, knowing emma wouldn’t approve. but lines are blurred one night and she doesn’t know if she can follow the rules like a good girl.

warnings! slight age gap, SMUT (m!receiving, fingering, daddy kink, choking, missionary, doggy) sexual tension, mentions of drugs and alcohol abuse. wordcount: [around 11.4k words, also unedited sorry:(]

fratboy!older!bffsbrother!harry x younger!innocent!reader

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Y/n wished she didn’t fancy him. Oh, she wished it so badly.

On every shooting star or eyelash, she had to decide whether she would wish to forget him or for him to finally notice her, it was a constant tug of war between the two.

Honestly, there were so many things going against him. He was completely unavailable to her and she wondered if that’s why she wanted him most. People always say you want what you can’t have. He was older than her by a few years, he was hardly much wiser but liked to act as if he was.

Or maybe was it just that he was a total prick most of the time, like seriously, so mean?

She couldn’t pinpoint what exactly attracted her to Harry the most. She knew why others liked him, it was because he was so fucking pretty you just wanted to cry. He was that kind of person. And obviously, she had noticed that slight minor detail.

She could agree that was one of the many reasons she had a massive crush on him. But she’d known him for years before he was this fuckboy fratboy who wore backward caps with the body of a Greek god and the filthiest mouth you’d ever heard. She knew him before it all. She knew him when he was just her best friend’s goofy older brother, and she’d liked him then too. Before he was smooth and his words had a sting, when he was just this little giggly loud guy.

She thinks to herself often that a piece of her would always belong to him, even if he didn’t know that. She had tried to like other boys, many many times, and though she did like them she didn’t feel even a smidge like how she felt when she saw Harry. The best way for her to describe being with someone who wasn’t Harry was like being in a state of complete darkness, only this dull twinkle of stars without any moon, and then suddenly the sun came up, all these colours painting the sky as it rose. Harry was the sun for her and those boys were just the stars.

Nearly all the time she wished for a distraction from him but that was hard considering he was always around, Y/n saw him every time she went to their house it was like totally unavoidable. They ran into each other at parties even though he was a few years older, it didn’t matter now they that all went to Uni together. She saw him everywhere! Even when she closed her eyes at night.

So tonight when she went out with Emma she was relieved and sad all at once that he wasn’t at the party, it meant she let loose more than she usually did, completely free of the worry of his judgments. She had a few shots but not enough to get her as wasted as Emma was. They danced and sang, and enjoyed themselves. Exams had been stressful and they needed a fun night, they’d spent months cooped up in the library using flashcards and reading the big textbooks. Y/n needed some time away from her laptop screen and desk. She needed to wear a tight dress, get flirted with, have some drinks and relax. She needed to fucking let loose.

She worked so hard and she was enjoying just forgetting all her worries, Harry included, for a few hours. Sweating and dancing to trashy music was something she had been dreaming of since the start of exam season.

However, the night had taken a slightly sour turn later in the evening when Emma took a few too many tequila shots in a row and spewed down herself, covering her pink dress and shoes and some of Y/n’s shoes too, in sick. She wished she could say this wasn’t a recurring thing but Emma always took it a little too hard on nights out especially when her brooding older brother wasn’t there to help team with Y/n and wrangle her home.

It wasn’t too late probably only midnight, which usually meant they were only just getting started on their drunken shenanigans. But Y/n had to admit she was okay with going home, home being Emma’s place she was roommates with Harry, they were fairly close siblings and their parents felt better knowing they were together. Y/n desperately wanted some water, maybe a snack and to lie down in Emma’s comfortable bed.

As she was trying to find an Uber during the busiest time and hold Emma up from collapsing onto the floor a familiar Irish voice filled Y/n’s ears. She snapped her head around. Oh, thank god.

“Babe! Where are you two off to?”

Y/n turned, “Niall! Hey, we are going home. Emma isn’t feeling too well.”

Y/n had managed to clean most of the spew off in one of the bathrooms at the Uni share house the party was being thrown at, but Emma was all wet from being wiped down and Y/n knew she needed to get her home like now. She was fading and needed her bed and a bottle of water in her, she wasn’t particularly worried but she would feel better if Harry was with her in case something happened.

“D’ya want a lift? I haven’t drunk anything I’m on my way to Paddy’s place,” He said. He looked very sober.

Paddy was his most recent fling.

“You are a gem, I could kiss you!” Y/n said squeezing his bicep in thanks.

Y/n was eternally grateful for him being her saviour, she slid Emma into the backseat and clipped her into the seatbelt, brushing the hair from her eyes. Even with sick all over she was still pretty, Y/n envied that the Styles family had such good genes it was ridiculous. They always looked gorgeous, Anne had created three beautiful children.

Niall knew where to go since he was friends with Harry too and Emma and Y/n of course.

Y/n kept checking through the mirror to make sure she was okay and when she saw the familiar home she sighed in relief at the sight. It was this fairly small duplex but their neighbours were nice and the house was one of Harry’s parent’s properties. So they had it pretty good for Uni students. Y/n was living in a big share-house with a bunch of other people. She wished she was this lucky.

She grabbed all their purses, jackets and keys before she kissed Niall on the cheek in thanks.

“Love you, Babe. Have fun with Paddy!” She winked, knowing Niall really liked this new guy.

Niall blushed a nice rosy colour. “Need any help getting her in?” He asked diverting the conversation.

Y/n shook her head and the two girls stumbled to the front door. Emma was slightly more awake now, her arms slinging around Y/n’s shoulders making the straps of her dress fall as Y/n hunted for the keys in Emma’s little clutch. Y/n had a key to their house for emergencies and she knew where they hid a spare, but she wasn’t going to hunt around in the dark for it.

The door opened before she found them in the clutch which had ten lipsticks that she was rummaging through.

His eyes were so green she felt like they were glowing in the dark. He didn’t say anything he just grabbed Emma and helped her inside. Whispering something to her kindly as Y/n made her way inside behind them. She toed her shoes off before she entered, not wanting to bring Emma’s sick in any more than it already would be.

Y/n sighed shutting the door behind her as she placed all their things in Emma’s room down the hall. Harry had put her on the bed and was taking her heels off for her. He was a good brother. He was protective over both his sisters even though Gemma was the oldest.

“She always goes to fucking far,” He muttered more to himself than Y/n. Who was finding Emma’s sleep clothes in her bedside drawers, knowing she couldn’t sleep in the sick-covered ones.

He didn’t sound annoyed at her or angry, just worried. He was a prick sure, but he cared about his family and friends. His small circle is what mattered most to him. Y/n knew his gruff and broody presence was the exterior of a very gentle soul. When he was at home drinking tea in pyjamas that was the real Harry, not some douchebag.

But she knew that he had a reputation for being a heartbreaker and a lot of people would warn you of him. But Y/n didn’t think that was the real him.

Y/n nodded in agreement, tiredly pushing the hair from her eyes she wanted to tie it up it was sweaty from dancing.

“It’s okay, Niall helped me,” Y/n spoke softly as he stood up from the floor where he’d sat to take her shoes off. He was so much taller than Y/n, his face finally looking at hers now. She felt heat prickle up her back, and the hairs stand on her neck.

He had such an intense stare.

“I knew I should’ve come,” He said. “I worry when you two are alone.”

Two? She thought. He’d never really shown much protectiveness on his end over her, except when guys were being gross at bars or parties. Then he would give them a stern look and tell them to fuck off. But he did that for anyone, Y/n knew that she wasn’t special. She always felt like Emma was his priority always and he didn’t care what she did as long as Y/n got Emma home safe.

It was almost like he could hear her thoughts. “I don’t like when either of you go without me. The stories Emma has told me about what they say to you Y/n, makes me feel sick honestly.”

She despised the way her stomach flipped. She was about to say that she managed okay without him. But his hand slid onto her shoulder pulling the little spaghetti strap back up over her shoulder.

She felt breathless but tried to snap back into her usual self. Feeling more pink than usual, Harry always seemed to have that effect on her.

“I- do your frat friends know how much of a softie you are deep down? Be careful now, Styles, I might go around telling them how nice you secretly are. Ruin that scary reputation of yours.”

He smirked in amusement, Y/n had this ability to melt away that hard shell, stripping him bare to his true self. He hated and loved it all at once, he felt like she saw right through him. Even when people said mean things about him, Y/n never wavered and sometimes even defended him. The only thing she didn’t approve of was his restlessness towards women. He felt one was never enough, and was quite open about that with his hookups. Maybe he just didn’t have the right one.

He left after that so Y/n could get Emma ready for bed. He was pottering about in the kitchen and making tea, she assumed. That was his late-night ritual usually.

Y/n shook Emma awake enough so she could help Y/n a little to get her into some pyjamas. She even got her make-up wipes out and removed all the makeup on Emma’s face and tucked her into bed.

Y/n sighed tiredly at the effort of it all and felt sobered up almost completely now. Emma had the downstairs bathroom to herself usually, it was very clean in there. Y/n decided to take a shower and wash the sick smell off her skin and the sweat from the clubs and the dirty Uni sharehouse.

She washed her hair, face and body. Emma had a lot of really sweet expensive-smelling products, but Y/n had her own little section for when she stayed over. It was all coconut-scented. She felt herself begin to droop in fatigue when she finished cleaning herself. She got the last of the makeup the water hadn’t washed off and changed into a random shirt from Emma’s drawer and some fresh knickers from Y/n’s things she’d left here.

Y/n was here more than she was at her own house. Emma always said she’d kick Harry out and let Y/n take his place, but Y/n knew the siblings actually got on rather well. When Y/n was dressed for sleep she blow-dried her hair on the lowest setting so she wouldn’t wake Emma up, but Emma could probably sleep through an earthquake she was a really deep sleeper. Then she plugged both their phones in and slid in beside Emma tiredly. She shut her eyes and turned off the fairy lights Emma had kept on, ready to lull off.

Y/n had been friends with Emma since they were little they’d all grown up together in Holmes Chapel and it was the kind of place you were just friends with everyone because it was so small but Y/n had always been closest with the Styles family. They lived down the street from each other and Emma and Y/n were never seen without each other. So Harry was used to having Y/n around a lot too.

Growing up he had to make sure nothing happened to them, he was in charge but it was usually Emma giving him trouble Y/n was always a sweetheart, but she had a quick mouth with one-liners that almost knocked him over. He liked that about her, she was sweet but could challenge him feistily without much thought. He’d met his match when it came to arguments.

Often when the parents went away Y/n would be over and Gemma and Harry would have to make sure neither of them got up to anything wild. But it was usually just a sleepover that consisted of them laughing until dawn. Harry was a much lighter sleeper so he would always tell them to shut up.

Harry woke up to the sound of a pin dropping rooms away, he didn’t know how his sister could snore like a freight train and sleep through herself. He also didn’t know how Y/n could share a bed with her. Sometimes he’d get up in the middle of the night for a wee or some water and would find Y/n on the couch with a pillow over her face trying to block out the noise of Emma’s snoring.

So when he heard Y/n roaming about in the kitchen (he knew it was her because he could still hear Emma snoring) he pretended to need some water, wanting to see her. It was probably around 3 AM but he had been unable to sleep. And they hadn’t talked much when she got home. He had wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, but he knew better. She had worn a dress that hugged all her features, it was black and simple. Hair done naturally, and makeup that was subtle but just made her that tiny bit more pretty. She always looked pretty though.

He came down the stairs from his room and walked into the kitchen. Y/n was using the fridge as a light to find things. She was making tea by the looks of things. She found some of the chamomile that she used every night, in turn, Harry added it to the weekly grocery list in case she slept the night there, and hadn’t heard him creep downstairs.

She was in a big baggy dusty blue shirt that Harry actually thought was one Emma had stolen from him, and a pair of soft pink cotton knickers that were very small. Socks covered her feet making her practically silent. He stepped closer into the kitchen waiting for her to turn around and notice him.

She was trying to be very quiet in every step, knowing Harry was a very light sleeper, and not wanting to wake him. When she finally did look over her shoulder her body jolted in fright dropping the box of teabags onto the floor and a hand falling to her chest.

“Jesus, H.” She whispered, raspily.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Sorry, Lovie.”

She squinted in the dark trying to see him. His hair looked messy like he’d been sleeping and he was just in some boxers as PJs. He ran hot in the night.

“Did I wake you?” She asked a guilty look crossing her face. Her eyes softened as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

He shook his head. “Nah. ‘Aven’t been sleeping well.”

She frowned, not liking the sound of that. She didn’t know why she cared, but she did. “Do you want a tea?”

He smiled, dimples showing. “Yes please.”

She brewed two as he whispered the truth about why he didn’t come out with them tonight. He was originally supposed to, and honestly, she had been slightly disappointed about it. Knowing she’d have to handle Emma alone.

But he told her why, in a soft hushed voice. A few guys in his friendship group had said some really mean things to Harry. Not realising he would feel them so deeply, she thought, they must think he was as mean as he seems. He told the story like he wasn’t phased by the mean comments, but Y/n could tell they had gotten to him. She knew better than his cold stone face.

“Alex said ‘I was a homewrecking prick and womanizer’.” He explained when Y/n asked what the boys had said about him. He heard a hint of protectiveness in her voice when she asked with a pinched face, and he felt a tug in his lower tummy. Why did she care?

Y/n looked up from the mugs at him. The dim lighting of the fridge meant she could only see the outline of his body and the shadows of his features. She saw a glimpse of his eyes, and she could see the look in his eyes. He believed them, he believed those comments. They were glassy with discontentment.

Her eyebrows were pinched in empathy, and she was about to speak but he cut her off. “I know I’m a total prick sometimes, but—”

She interrupted him, “—You are a prick sometimes, but people who really know you know what you're like.” She tried to reason with him. Because she wasn’t going to deny sometimes he would be just plain rude to her, and to others as well. But she also knew he did a lot of nice things too. He had a hard exterior and shied off people easily, if you didn’t know him well he would seem rude. But all his close friends and family knew that he was just standoffish with new people. And loved to tease, and was brutally honest, which Y/n had to admit sometimes that hurt more than the teasing comments.

But he did nice things. Wonderful things, that he went out of his way to do. Like helped his sister when she was drunk, drove people home so they wouldn’t have to walk in the dark after parties, picked Y/n up from the library at midnight if she was too scared to walk home, bought chamomile tea in case Y/n spent the night, made enough dinner in case Y/n was hungry, visited the girls when they were studying with snacks and coffee, and he even helped sometimes if they were confused on work. He called his Mum every day without fail and sent his Grandma photos of birds when he saw them.

He baked a new type of cookie recipe every Sunday and gave it to his friends. He adopted stray cats and played Scrabble with his grandparents every few weekends.

Yes, he was a prick, he said mean things and made fun of Y/n when she went on dates with idiots, and he called her names, filthy ones. And sometimes he would barely acknowledge her. But she knew there was a different reason for that, something she didn’t understand. Something between just the two of them. She thought maybe it was just a way for him to protect his sensitive side from people. From her too, hide himself away.

And yes, he did have sex with lots of people, but he did always tell people the truth before getting involved with anyone. He was honest, and open when it came to his boundaries. Y/n thought that was better than lying and acting like you wanted a relationship just so you can fuck someone. She wasn’t saying she approved of Harry’s constant line of girls coming over, maybe that was her jealousy talking, but she wasn’t going to judge him for doing what lots of people did and owning that he did it. He would never kiss and tell, he was respectful and clear with his intentions. What more could you ask of a fuck buddy or one-night stand? If you wanted a good shag no strings attached Harry was your guy, and surely most people knew from the rumours? She just didn’t understand why people put themself in that position if they knew what they were getting into with him.

He wasn’t a devious person who hid behind a mask of fake sincerity to get in your pants. He was blunt, he asked if you wanted to fuck and if you didn’t that was fine. He wasn’t picky with it either he just liked to have a good time.

She felt differently about being with a person. She usually only wanted to be with someone she had an emotional connection with. But she had a smaller level of experience than Harry, so she thought that maybe she was coming from the point of view of a less experienced person. But the point remained, Harry had his flaws, like anyone but he was good at his core. His intentions remained good. No one is perfect, and she knew Harry was far from it but so was everyone she knew!

She knew her flaws too. Flaws made people human. And she appreciated him despite it all.

“And what is that?” He was standing closer now and she felt suddenly very aware of the fact she was only in knickers and a shirt her nipples could be seen through. The way he was staring her down made her aware of her appearance, he looked almost hungry.

“Well as someone who’s known you for as long as I can remember. You’re kind, honest, open, and a good person with a rotten mouth.” She looked away from him as she spoke, flushed by his close presence. She tried not to stumble on her words but was struggling and honestly felt her hands tremble when she felt his breath hit her neck.

“Kind?” He scoffed eyes trained on her face, it was free of makeup. Her lips looked pouty and her eyes droopy in tiredness. She looked perfect. She always did. Even that one week during the bleak middle of winter when she had been sick as a dog; red nose, glassy eyes, snotty and nasally, hair unwashed, skin red, she’d looked beautiful.

“Harry,” She said his name meaning she was serious, she usually called him anything but, “these fucking friends of yours clearly don’t see you like we do.”

“We?”

She leaned back against the drawers sighing, “We. Me, Emma, Niall, Gem, Anne. People who know you, people who love you.”

“You love me?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes. Of course, that’s what he got from that. He was so annoying.

“You’re alright.” She replied, they both knew she did, handing him the tea. He said a quiet thanks.

He placed it back down, where Y/n was letting hers cool. The face she had made smile only seconds prior melted back to a stoic look, more serious.

He hugged her and Y/n was surprised, but she wrapped her arms around him. He pulled back when he started to get intoxicated on her sweet scent, her skin smelt edible and her hair was soft against his cheek.

“I’m sorry if I’m a prick to you.”

Y/n didn’t mean to but she laughed. A giggle bubbled from her tummy out of her mouth her as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“What?” He said, fighting back the smile that threatened to tug on his lips. It was contagious. He was trying to keep his attention very far from her chest.

She didn’t know what made her say it but, but she told him the truth. “I like it. It's like a game we have. A Harry and Y/n one. I tease you, you tease me. You act like I don’t exist most of the time and I act like I don’t care. You’re mean to me and I let you be.”

Hearing her say it out loud was kind of like being winded. It had always been their game, a game neither mentioned, some sort of unspoken thing they shared.

She could tell he was kind of speechless.

“I don’t know why I let you.” Now that was a lie. She was trying to backtrack.

“I do.” He said stepping closer. His bare legs were pressing into hers. She didn’t say anything, waiting for him to tell her. But he didn’t.

“You gonna tell me?” She said quietly, eyes widely looking up into his, as his hands rested on either side of her on the bench. He leaned in closely. So they were eye to eye.

She was trapped in his arms and had nowhere to look but at him, she squirmed under his smouldering eyes.

“You know why too.”

She didn’t speak. What did any of this mean? She had waited a long time to hear him apologise for being a dick to her, and he just did and she’d told him that she liked him treating her that way. What she meant was, that she liked him, she let him treat her that way because for Harry she would do anything. She didn’t care if that made her pathetic, at least she knew it was, at least she could admit it. I mean, wouldn’t you let him treat you like shit under his shoe if it meant he was at least looking at you with those gorgeous eyes? Could hardly blame the girl.

“Why did you have to meet Emma before you met me?” He almost whined with a soft scoff. As if complaining at fate’s hands for dealing them these cards.

She felt her heart rate speed up.

“What do you mean?” She asked, playing dumb. He was talking so much and she was practically drunk on his sultry voice. It was so deep and she just wanted to hold onto the sound forever and feel it melt into her spine like it was now, and listen when she wanted to sink into a state of lust.

He lifted one of his arms and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “Then she’d be the one who has to follow my rules, and stay away from you. I could be the one in control. Have you all to myself. No sharing.”

Y/n licked her drying lips, as she processed his words. He wanted her all to himself? “Wait, wait, she has a rule to stay away from me?”

Y/n knew Emma didn’t like it when her friends slept with Harry, it was just weird and they would always complain about how mean he was after, or even try and talk about how good he was in bed. She just didn’t like her friends dating or having anything to do with Harry period. But she assumed it was different for Y/n since she knew Harry pretty well and would consider him someone in her close circle. Even if he did ignore her a lot. She assumed she was fine with Harry and Y/n at least being friends. Y/n had bottled all her feelings away for years, she didn’t think that would ever change. Even if Harry liked her back, she wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise their friendship.

“You’re her friend, not mine.” He said, mocking Emma’s tone, making his voice all squeaky and high-pitched.

Y/n frowned. Emma had always been weird about this. She could understand to some extent, but sometimes Y/n wished she could just have a normal conversation with Harry. “Why can’t we be friends? I’ve known you my whole life, and haven’t slept with you. I think I should be allowed to have a conversation with you. I think I can handle that without pulling my pants down.”

Harry’s lips kicked up in a smirk, “You aren’t wearin’ any pants.”

“Oh shut up.” She replied cheeks bleeding pink.

“She trusts you.” Harry said trying to make Y/n feel better, “She just doesn’t trust me.”

Y/n smiled at that, trying to lighten the mood once again. “Who would? I mean this with respect, but you are a bit of a slut.” Her hand came up to play with the cross on his neck.

He giggled, “I simply enjoy myself openly. You should try, Y/n, it’s fun bein’ bad.”

She felt her cheeks warm further, “I can be bad,” Y/n argued but it was no use.

“Oh thas’ such a lie, Baby.” He laughed at her statement rolling his eyes, and Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at the nickname. He’d never called her that before and it brought a rose colour to her cheeks that Harry adored on her. She was so easy to make nervous. But he didn’t think anyone was as good at it as he was.

“It’s not,” She pouted.

He cocked his head in challenge. “Name one naughty thing you’ve done then. Bet y’cant.”

She tried to think, that growing up she was relatively good and even now she hardly participated in much other than seeing Emma or Niall and studying. But she felt this urge to impress him, make him proud almost. Or at least shock him.

“I stole a lolly once.”

Harry found a smile slipping onto his face, he’d always seen Y/n as a fairly innocent person. And she was, for the most part. Soft and sweet in real life, like a bunny or puppy. So soft, and you just want to pick her up and put her in your arms and tell her how cute she is. But she had some mischievousness to her, like all people. Something buried underneath her innocent aura, Harry thought of that side of her often pondering what she was like when she wasn’t hiding and she’d been cracked open raw and teased beyond return.

“Oh yeah? Anything else?”

She tried to think of what would shock him but she fell flat. Until—but no she couldn’t say that, it way was too personal.

“I can see you thinking very hard, c’mon tell me.” He whispered. Y/n shut her eyes. His voice sent shivers down her spine.

Fuck it. It was like she had no control over her mouth, the filth just slipped right out of her pouty lips. She wanted to blame the alcohol, but it was probably just his voice that had her feeling intoxicated.

“Sometimes when I touch myself I think of you.”

Harry practically froze, his lips opening to show he was indeed very surprised to hear that. There was a beat and Y/n didn’t know if she regretted it or not. She was about to tell him it was a joke and run for her life. Change her name, and move to Mexico. Her Duolingo lessons weren’t going to be enough to get by, she’d have to start really learning how to speak properly now.

Until.

“What do you think about, Y/n?”

She felt herself getting hot, she’d really fucked herself here. He would never let this go. Call it the tequila but Y/n wasn’t lying. Truthfully the only thing that got her off was Harry, she couldn’t cum unless his green eyes flashed in her vision. Which she did feel bad about like she was a pervert. But believe that she’d tried to think of others, or watching porn. But she could only ever think of him. Otherwise, it wasn’t as good, and she didn’t get the release she was chasing.

“A lot of filthy things, H.”

He bit his lip, “Like what?”

He could sense her getting shy once more as she crossed her arms and looked at her feet, cheeks all pink and pinchable. “Don’t get all shy on me now, Baby, whatever you’ve touched your lil’ clit too I’ve probably stroked m’cock too.”

Y/n was surprised, head snapping up at his words, and though he was normally very honest even he seemed a bit more nervous to admit it. He was just as bad as her. And he had such a filthy mouth, but that was not a surprise to her. She was just surprised he thought of her, she never saw herself as particularly desirable. She always imagined Harry to like those people who look good running in slow motion.

It took a lot of courage as she began to speak. “I usually think about you…fucking my throat, using my mouth however you like. I like the idea of those hands pulling on m’hair.”

Harry felt his pants twitch. His expression and dark eyes egged her on to continue. He didn’t know she was such a little minx. He’d always imagine her to like soft, gentle caresses. Which wouldn’t have bothered him, though he was fairly kinky, but he would’ve done whatever she liked.

She didn’t know if he would like this but she felt brave, “Like the idea of calling you Daddy….Want to be good f’you, Daddy.”

That’s what made Harry unable to keep his hands by his sides. He grabbed her face forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Wanna be good?”

She nodded coyly, eyes wide. His hands were warm and she practically melted into them.

“Sleep upstairs tonight then.” He didn’t ask her, he simply instructed her. And who was she to say no?

She nodded once again and he patted her lower back as if to say off you go then. She listened and walked slowly in front of him. She felt his presence close by, the sweet citrus and woodsy scent that followed him was right by her nose and she could hear his slow calm breaths.

Her beating heart was thumping against her chest and she wondered how it didn’t fill the quiet house (besides Emma’s window-rattling snores).

He noticed her shaky and anxious energy and his hand slipped onto her waist. “I jus’ wanna hear about y’dreams somewhere comfier, Petal, if thas’ all yeh’ want that’s all we’ll do. Plus I’m saving y’from m’lumpy couch.”

She couldn’t complain about that.

As they walked inside she was welcomed to the scent of Harry, she’d only been in Harry’s room a few times, but never properly. He ushered her to the bed and she sat down tucking her knees to her chest and resting her chin. Examining the walls of famous singers and art that covered it. In the corner by his desk where the only source of light in his room was a glowing lamp, other than some fairy lights above his bed, was a little picture wall.

In the mess of polaroids and film, she saw one of Y/n, Emma and Harry when the two girls had graduated school. He was between them arms around their shoulders and looking to his left at Y/n who was laughing happily with Emma at Gemma who made some joke about something. Y/n knew the picture instantly because it was one of her favourites of him.

“What else, Baby?” He said softly sitting in front of her, interrupting her thoughts of that day when he’d driven home to visit them for it, and looked over to see him leaning against the headboard, arms interlocked behind his head.

“You go.” She said, which made Harry laugh.

“I’m pretty filthy Honey, you know me. I don’t know if it’ll be something you like.”

She looked at him stubbornly. “Try me.”

He shut his eyes and only now did she see he was nervous too, “I often find myself thinking about you on your tummy, underneath me, letting me stuff you full while my hands pin yours to your back so that you’re at my mercy.”

She liked that, her tummy twisted in yerning. “I’d like you to be in charge. Help me forget.”

He was looking at her like she was the sweetest most edible thing. “Can I kiss you?”

She nodded and he placed his hands in her hair, kissing her softly at first just a whisper of a touch of two mouths moulding into one. She leaned in further into the warmth of him and hugged her arms around his broad shoulders as the kiss began to deepen, he tasted like a hint of beer and minty toothpaste. Her chest burned with what only could be described as Harry.

He moaned into her mouth softly, sighing at the taste of her sweet tea-soaked lips. The warmth of her curves pressing into him was comforting, and though he had a desire to completely ruin her until she was crying his name, he liked taking it slow and enjoying this first kiss with her. Exploring her mouth, teasing his tongue against hers, and soft hands roaming up and down her back.

He rubbed her back under the soft shirt, no bra strap blocking his gentle scratches. She arched into his touch.

After all, he’d been dreaming of it for years and he wanted to take his time, even though he was crazy for her and felt this deep animalistic desire, he was gentle with her. Like she could break if he was too rough.

The kiss began to pick up as she slid into his lap, and he encouraged her to rub against his bare thigh. She ground against his tiger tattoo and he could feel the wetness between her thighs leaking onto him already. She moved slowly and uncertainly, his hands moved from her shoulders down to her hips forcefully moving her against him creating friction that made her create a soft whiney noise in the back of her throat. He swallowed the sounds eagerly.

He pulled his lips away breathlessly and dragged his mouth down the column of her throat, kissing sucking and biting wherever he could. Her skin was soft and she smelt like coconuts and something that was just her. He would’ve eaten her whole if he could. She let out soft breaths and sighs, her hips had stopped moving — too distracted by his magical lips.

He stopped to look at her. Really looking.

Her lips were more red, almost like she’d been nibbling on them, and they were all swollen from his kissing. Her cheeks were dusted in a warm pink. Eyes wild and doe-eyed looking up at him. She was picturesque. He wanted to remember her like this forever and be able to come back to this moment at any time. He soaked it in, hoping to remember.

“You seriously are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” He said softly running his big hands through her messy hair. His rings were cool on her skin.

“Harry, don’t.” She said bringing her hands to cover her blushing face.

He sighed. “I’m sorry for not telling you every second of every day.”

“Don’t lie, H. I’ve seen the girls you fancy.”

“Only ever fancied you.” He said his hands grabbing hers and moving them away she looked at him, shocked. “Only ever look for your face in a crowd, Baby.”

She didn’t know what to say so she kissed him and he moaned softly when she rubbed herself against him. He was getting harder and harder with each movement until eventually she stopped and moved away.

“Can I suck you off?” She asked, and the filth was shocking to hear from her soft voice and lips.

He nodded hand stroking her cheek. “Yeah, ‘course.”

She moved down to her tummy between his thighs and looked up at him. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.” She whispered.

He laughed softly, there she was, there was his Y/n. “Thas’ okay, Love, I’ll teach you.”

She slid her hand up his thigh and her fingers found their way into the waistband of his boxers and began to tug them down when he gave her a nod of approval. His stiff dick sprung out against his tummy, and he was completely naked for her. The head of his cock was oozing precum and it dripped down to his balls. Even his dick was pretty. Which she should’ve expected.

It had a blush-coloured tip similar to the shade of his lips, he was veiny and long. So long that he reached his belly button. He was girthy too and as she moved her hand to wrap around it, he hissed at the contact, and she almost dropped her jaw at the fact her fingers weren’t touching. He smirked down at her.

Her reaction was boosting his ego in just the right way.

“You alright down there, Petal?”

She nodded, her lips grazing against his now throbbing cock. He ached for her. The sight of the swell of her ass and plush thighs was making him very needy.

And to the surprise of them both she pursed her lips and spat down onto his dick. She was basically drooling all over him, it leaked down over the length of him coating his prick and he practically whimpered at the sight — it was one of his dreams. She then took him into her mouth and began to suck and lick, slowly taking him deeper and deeper.

His hands had slipped into her hair holding it back from her face and he was letting out loud gravelly moans and sighs of pleasure. He was trying to stop his hips from rolling up into her throat. Her mouth was so deliciously warm and tight against him, he felt like a man deprived of water near a watering hole. Her tongue glided around swirling and sucking and teasing the tip of him. When she began to fondle his balls as well, gently massaging them, he let out a particularly loud whiney noise. She popped out off of him.

“Shh, don’t wanna wake Emma up.” She said before dripping another trickle of spit onto him and continuing her fast and merciless pace on him.

“Can’t help it, when you take me like that. S’fucking good.” He said, as his hips jutted into her throat roughly, without realising. “Shit, fuck, sorry,” He said hearing her throat gag on him.

She just went deeper onto him, until her nose was tickled by the snail trail on his tummy. Pulling back when all her breath had gone. She hardly needed to be taught.

She took deep breaths of air and stroked him slowly in her hand, he was panting at her touch.

“You can use my throat however y’like, Daddy.” She said, voice all raw from his cock having stuffed it just seconds ago, before going back down onto him.

“Just tap m’leg if you need me to stop,” He said and she nodded making a noise around him. His hands pulled her hair up away from her eyes. “sucha’ good fuckin’ girl.” He said pushing her head down once more. Again and again, until he was close to cumming. Which had happened fast, and he didn’t have it in him to be embarrassed.

His balls ached for release and her teasing little hands that twisted and stroked him, along with her tongue, had him so loud he’d taken to biting his lip in an attempt to keep his sounds from slipping out. He pulled her off him stroking her cheek gently, swiping some tears away. Her eyes had begun to leak with tears from how deep she was taking him, and it made him throb.

“Gonna’ cum soon, Baby.”

She nodded. “Let me have it please, want your cum. Want it all.”

He stuffed her mouth once more at her words, rutting into her throat until she was gagging and coughing around him. His eyes squeezed shut, “Oh fuck, cummin’,” he hissed. Opening his eyes to watch the sight below him.

Her eyes looked up at him, and that’s what sent him over the edge. With one last thrust, he was cumming, hard, so hard his eyes saw white spots and he shuddered into her. She pulled back coughing, she’d swallowed as much as she could but some of it made its way out and dribbled down her chin. She swiped the rest with her thumb and licked it up.

She was just perfect.

He pulled her up by her chin and kissed her.

“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” He kissed her again before asking her, “Let Daddy take care of ya’ now, is that what y’want sweet girl?”

She nodded. “Yes please.”

“Good girl. So polite.” He said kissing her forehead. His hand slipped into her underwear circling her clit, which was slick with arousal. “So wet for me.”

She sighed leaning closer to his shoulder, pressing her forehead into him to cover her whines. He started to circle her clit faster, and her hips squirmed against his hand he then started teasing her weeping hole. She moaned deliciously into his neck. Felt so good.

“Come rest against me, my love.” She shifted her body at his command and turned to face away from him. Pushing her back into his chest, her bum tucked right against his stiffy. His legs spread open for her to sit in front of him and he grabbed the waistband of her undies pushing her undies down and she threw them to the side with her ankle. She leaned into his shoulder head tipped back and he watched from over her shoulder. Just like the rest of her, her pussy was beautiful. It was glistening in slick and begging for his attention. Beautiful and spread for him like a flower, her swollen bud was puffy and eager to be sucked, licked, and teased.

His hand slipped past her tummy and began to rub her softly coating his finger in her slick, preparing her for him to slip his fingers in. She sighed breathlessly.

“Please, Daddy.” She whispered which made his cock twitch from behind her, she felt against her back.

He slowly slipped one in and her mouth opened but no sound came out until he was all the way inside, knuckle deep, which made her let out a broken cry. “Oh fuck, Harry.”

He began to thrust and curl his finger, moving faster and faster. Her tight pussy clamped down onto him, pulsing every few seconds, as she cried out softly into the room. Her cheeks bloomed with warmth and her body squirmed in pleasure as his other hand kept her legs spread for him. His thumb drew lazy circles on her puffy clit which had her pussy leaking even more onto his finger.

“Like when Daddy takes you like this?”

She nodded. “Mm.”

“Say it, Baby, tell me you like it.”

“I lov-love it when you take me like this.” Her voice was so soft and airy.

He began kissing her neck and shoulder, sucking a mark near her ear. She was too distracted to care about it leaving a mark tomorrow. “My pretty Baby, likes when I tease her little pussy?”

She made a whiney noise and her legs twitched almost shutting.

“So sensitive f’me.”

He slipped another finger inside her and she dripped out even more onto him, crying out softly into the hand she’d brought to her mouth, her slick trickled down her thighs too now and he didn’t slow his movements only went harder and faster into her. Loving the way she melted into his touch.

“Gunna’ cum for Daddy?”

She nodded biting her lip. “‘Feels so good. I’m goin’ ta’ cum soon, Daddy.”

He kept going kissing her skin and massaging her thighs and breasts and eventually her legs shook hard, and shut on his hand and she cried out and pulsed rapidly around his fingers, and he could only imagine how good he’d feel with her cumming on his cock like that. She looked so beautiful he felt like he might cum then and there on her back without having even touched himself. As the peak of her orgasm washed over her he slid his fingers out of her and brought them to her lips, giving her just the middle finger.

“Suck,” He told her.

She obeyed sucking dazedly still trying to calm down from her orgasm, when he pulled it out he brought the other one to his lips.

“Mm.” He said softly, she tasted tangy and sweet.

She took some deep breaths as he held her close. “Thank you.” She whispered softly, shutting her eyes and catching her breath, she can’t remember the last time she came like that. So hard that she felt it in her entire body, so hard she saw stars and couldn’t contain her noises.

“Sucha’ good girl, you’re welcome my sweet girl.” She turned her head to the side and kissed him, very softly and slowly. Nothing feverish and rushed like their previous actions and his hands massaged her bare hips, kneading her plush flesh contently. God, she was just so soft, so warm, so wet, and so perfect. It was like he’d dreamt but better, if that was even possible. He was drunk on her touch.

When she pulled away she looked up at him. “I want your cock, please, I need it.” Her little pleads made his balls ache, and he wouldn’t have to be asked twice by her.

“Okay, Baby.” He said running a hand through his hair. She lifted her shirt over her head and threw it aside, completely bare, so perfect to him. Her nipples harden at the cool air, and her skin pimpled. Her body was perfect, every scar, mole, mark, and spot he’d have happily kissed and run his over for hours if she’d allow it.

He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it down in the middle of the bed right in front of her. “Why don’t you lie on your tummy f’me, Petal? Rest on the pillow.”

She nodded and put her hips in line with the pillow, her bum sticking in the air ready for him. His hands rubbed her softly, her skin was so smooth under his hands and he wanted to sink his teeth into her plush flesh. She was so fucking perfect, and the way their bodies knew exactly what to do to the other was just magic like they were made for one another. Just like a pair of contrasting colours splashed on a canvas together, it just worked.

“One sec,” He said leaning over to his bedside table pulling out a condom and ripping it open. He slid it over his leaking prick that was already standing tall at the sound of Y/n’s soft moans and perfect, wet, pussy that was waiting to be stuffed full of him.

Before he slid himself inside her she turned to look over her shoulder. “I ‘aven’t in a while. Be gentle please, Harry.”

He kissed her forehead, “‘Course, Gorgeous.”

He held her hand in his reassuringly as he slowly dipped the tip inside of her, feeling her begin to stretch for him. She was tight, from nerves and the fact he was just so fucking large. She wasn’t nervous because of anything being wrong, she just wanted Harry to like her. She didn’t know how, but he had this incredible talent of making her nervous always. He was just so much more experienced, older, and had much more sex than her. She just worried she wouldn’t be up to his standards.

But when he began to coo her gently and rubbed her back and bum with his hands to relax her, she began to feel less nervous. Harry, though a prick with a filthy mouth and a bit of an attitude problem, would never want anything bad to happen to her and liked her for who she was, as she was. They’d been around each other for years after all, and with that sort of time, you just understand each other. He was a mean prick who had sex with just about anyone and she was a naive good girl who strayed from any attention. But they could still appreciate their differences. She was pleasantly surprised at how well their bodies understood each other too. His cock was the perfect fit for her, and she melted into the pain.

Her thoughts of nervousness were lost when he had stuffed her completely full of him, she could feel the tip of him teasing that spot inside her that she could only ever reach with toys, she let out a whimper. “Fuck, Harry.”

It was millions of times better than anything she’d ever experienced.

He hissed throwing his head back, feeling her stretch around him. “So tight, Love.”

He began to move, keeping true to his word, slow and gentle thrusts. Remaining as shallow with his movements as someone could with a cock that big.

Y/n’s eyes watered in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her hand flew back again to grab his wrist. “S’big, Daddy.”

He moaned at the name, it was just so fucking cute coming from her. He wanted to take care of her when she acted all needy like that, “Yeah? Feels big inside your little pussy, doesn’t it?”

God, he was filthy, he made her stomach curl with desire. She never thought she’d like dirty talk all that much, before this she’d felt it was corny coming from boys but coming from his lips it was the closest thing to heaven she’d ever heard.

She nodded into the bed and took her hand back to grip the sheets but he grabbed her hands and held them behind her back. He used them as leverage to push her back onto him, pinning her hands back, just like he said.

“Feeling alright, Baby?” He asked.

And she nodded once more.

“Tell me.” He told her.

“Feels fuckin’ amazing.” She said struggling to find the words, her orgasm had made her foggy and his cock bottoming out made it difficult to think of anything else.

“Feel so good on m’cock, fucking made to take it, Y/n.”

That made her shiver, the pain had started to subside turning into just pleasure now. “Can go faster, H.” She said just above a whisper.

As he began to go faster and deeper like he’d been desperate to, she got louder and louder, and her pussy made these filthy noises against his cock. He was ruining her completely and she was enjoying every moment. Her eyes turned glossy in pleasure.

He let go of her hands to grab her hips and push her back harder, she began to move her hips to meet his, and he cried out.

“Fuck,” He swore, tossing his head back stray curlings falling over his eyes when he looked back down at her.

He squeezed the flesh of her ass and moved his hand forward onto her hair gently tugging it backward, as he began to pound into her even harder.

“Such a pretty little thing, letting me ruin you, what a good girl.” He said his voice all rough and coarse.

She keened clawing at the bed, “Feels so fucking good, Daddy, I love it thank you.”

Even in bed, she was so polite and obedient, that he wondered what she would be like after being edged for a while. Would her obedience turn to brattiness? He would have to try another time. Made him speed up even more at the thought.

“Wanna see tha’ pretty face while y’taking m’cock,” He said deciding to turn her onto her back he got rid of the pillow, flipping her to face him. Her cheeks were flushed rosy pink, her hair a mess from his pulling, and her eyes were practically black her pupils had gotten so big. She was perfect, his perfect good girl, and so beautiful he could’ve cum just looking at her.

He leaned down kissing her lips, as he continued his thrusts. He dragged his lips down along her jaw and down until he had one of her breasts in his mouth. Her nipples were sensitive to his tongue and her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, scratching along the peaks of his back. She felt so close, she couldn’t control any part of herself.

He moved his attention across to the other nipple, massaging the one that had just been marked with his mouth. She was moaning breathily, back arching up into him. She was so sensitive to his touch, so much so that every brush of skin that he dared to touch felt like it was on fire.

“I’m getting close, Daddy.” She said and he began going even deeper, he could tell by the way her pussy was clamping down onto his prick harder and harder and more often that she was on the brink. It made his stomach turn.

“Atta girl, cum on Daddy’s cock.” Her legs were shaking and she screwed her eyes shut at his words.

“Don’t stop, please.” She said, clawing his back.

He didn’t dare change anything he was doing, he stayed hitting that spot deep inside her that made her scream out and claw him extra tightly. She pulled him closer so his mouth was hovering over hers, her legs wrapped around his back and she clawed his arms desperate for her release. She felt her stomach unravelling in the familiar feeling of her orgasm.

“Gonna- fuck, gonna cum!”

He felt her pulse rapidly on his cock and whined into her lips at the feeling. She made guttural moaning noise, all loud and high, as her legs squirmed and she shook around him. He helped her through her orgasm, stroking her cheek with his hands pecking her lips until she came down from it.

It was even more intense than her first and his cock greedily continued pounding her hardly giving her a chance to rest. He moved her leg up a bit higher against his hip and began to hit that spot even harder than before.

She whined hands reaching up to his hair, tugging it, and he moaned. He loved it when she did that

“Can you handle another, sweet girl?” He asked he had no shame in wanting to watch her cum once more. It was too beautiful of a sight you couldn’t blame him, he was greedy for more.

And she nodded tiredly. “Think so. Might have to make me take it though, Daddy.”

Her voice drove him up the wall. “Fuck, so fucking perfect f’me. Love this pussy.” He moved his hand down to rub her clit, he wanted to speed up this next orgasm to be in time with his, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Watching his cock disappear in her was a sight he hoped to hold onto in his mind. It made his eyes roll back in his head.

He kept throwing his head back and grunting as he continued the final stretch before his orgasm.

“Can you choke me, please? Wanna cum with your hand around m’throat, please.” She asked and it took him by surprise. Little innocent Y/n liked being choked too? God, this really was his idea of heaven.

“Please, what?” He asked sternly.

“Please, Daddy.”

He smirked, and Y/n knew she was done for. He slipped his free hand around her throat, rings cold to her neck as squeezed the sides, he watched her become dizzy with pleasure and she start to show signs of cumming again, which was good because he didn’t know if he’d last much longer.

“Cum for me please, Princess, milk me with that perfect pussy.” He said his voice all rough and slurring, his pussy had him losing his mind. He was so far gone.

With a few more circles on her clit, and deep thrusts she was squirting all over his cock with an intense grip on his prick. He felt her drip down him around his cock making creating more friction for him to continue his merciless pace.

“Cumming,” She cried out loudly lifting a hand to her mouth to cover it, and Harry had honestly forgotten they were supposed to be quiet. The only thing on his mind was filling her with his cum. She was still feeling the wave of her orgasm wash over her and was loose-lipped and limp as Harry started to feel the knot in his tummy unravel in a familiar feeling of complete pleasure.

Her pulsing pussy was squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t wait any longer. “Getting close, Baby.”

“Cum for me Daddy, please want your cum so bad,” She pleaded. He released his grip from her throat and let his forehead press into her shoulder as she pulled him closer. Hands scratching his hair and hugging him close to her body. Craving him.

“Fuck, cummin’ Y/n, cummin’.” He said as his cock twitched hard while he bottom out of her, when his loud moans began to spill from his lips she brought their mouths together and he moaned against her swollen lips.

Even after cumming he stayed inside her for a moment, absolutely spent, head resting on her shoulder. She gently rubbed his back with her hands and didn’t mind him staying close. Eventually, he lifted off of her and kissed her forehead before pulling out, she winced at the feeling of him pulling out of her ruined pussy.

“One sec, Love.”

She nodded. And shifted her hips knowing tomorrow morning she’d struggle to sit. Her hips would probably be bruised and her body would ache, but she did not care one bit. She wouldn’t change what had just happened. She had the best orgasms of her entire life, and Harry seemed pretty content too. And it had been with Harry, of all people it had been with the one person she wasn't supposed to get with.

He tied off the condom and threw it in a little bin by his desk. He walked inside the en suite in his room (he’d won the coin toss), and wet a flannel. He came back with a warm cloth to wipe her down. She squirmed at his touch, feeling very sore and sensitive. “Sorry, Love, I know, but can’t have ya’ all sticky before bed can I?”

She just nodded once again. He put the flannel back in the sink and switched the light off coming back out to find Y/n limp and star-fished in the middle of his bed on the mess of his sheets. She looked completely spent, her three orgasms had tired her out so much.

“Y’ want something to wear?” He asked.

She nodded. “Thanks, Styles.”

He smiled at her usual name for him. “What happened to Daddy?”

“Oh, shut up.” She said blushing, he was probably going to keep bringing that up whenever he could, just to tease her.

He grabbed a big baggy black shirt and some plaid boxers for from his drawer.

“Y’so cute when you blush, you know?”

She frowned hands moving to her face. “Stoppp!” She whispered loudly.

He handed her the clothes and helped her slide into them, and she half expected to be sent back to the couch downstairs and told thanks for the shag, but he pulled the duvet down the bed and patted the middle of the bed for her to sleep there. She moved to lay in the spot and Harry placed the duvet over her.

Sliding back on his boxers from before, and running a hand through his messy sweaty hair he looked over at her. “I’ll get us some water, be right back.”

She nodded. “Alright.”

When he came back with two glasses of water he placed them on the bedside table and sighed before rolling in beside her. She turned to face him. “Hi,” she said with a giggle.

“Hi.” He replied with a small laugh too.

“Your bed's very comfy, Styles.”

“Better than m’couch.” He replied sliding a hand onto her waist to rub her side, soothing her into a restful sleep.

“Much better, should’ve shagged you sooner if it meant bed privileges.”

He scoffed playfully, “Only using me for my cock and the comfy bed, aye?”

She laughed back. “Yeah, obviously, why else?”

He pulled her even closer and turned the tone more serious. “Thank you for before,”

She frowned confusedly. “The blowjob?”

He laughed softly. “No, in the kitchen.”

She laughed at herself. “Oh right,” She said lifting her hand to stroke his cheek which he leaned into. “Well, I like your rotten mouth and shocking brutal honesty and all the rest of you. Don’t worry about those guys.”

He leaned closer, a teasing expression lighting up his face. “You like me?”

She just rolled her eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“I like you too.”

This made her blush. “Go to sleep.”

“C’mere then,”

She got even closer and fell asleep to the beat of his heart and gentle caress on her back.

The following morning, she woke up early, which was very unlike her, and in a total panic, that Emma might have noticed she was missing from the couch. Harry groaned grabbing her, “Don’t go.”

“Have to, Em’s gonna notice, she’d kill us both.” She said, voice all raspy and eyes bleary.

He whined not letting go. “Stupid Emma.”

“Shh. I’ll see you later.” She was about to leave back downstairs, but he grabbed her and she watched him waiting for what else wanted from her.

“Kiss?”

She leaned down and pecked his lips which he smiled at shutting his eyes to go back to sleep, and she left sneaking back downstairs. Sluggishly wrapping the blanket around her and shutting her eyes, even though she was much too giddy to sleep.

When Emma woke up with a throbbing head she smiled at Y/n and she started making coffee quietly since her head couldn’t handle anything loud. This made Y/n stir, sitting up and turning the telly on sleepily. A re-run of Friends was on and she wrapped herself up in the blanket and sat back watching.

Emma wordlessly passed her a coffee and sat beside her, stealing some of the blanket. They spent the rest of the episode in silence just huddling together for warmth and sipping away tiredly, until Harry’s footsteps could be heard creaking down the stairs.

“Want some pancakes, children?”

The pair nodded.

Y/n looked over at him smiling to herself, he’d changed into a loose navy crewneck and some pyjama pants. He looked gorgeous, and she was reminded of last night. She'd liked him for years, and now she'd done filthy things with him, would she ever recover?

When the pancakes were ready they all sat together at the table. Harry was a wonderful cook, he made a variety of pancakes.

Blueberry, chocolate chip, plain, some with strawberries and cream. He'd brought out lemon and sugar too because that's what Y/n liked on her pancakes, and lots of fruit for Emma. He'd brought out two big jugs of juice for them and a coffee pot.

“Sleep well, Em?” Asked Harry, with a mouthful of blueberry pancake chewing lazily. How did he even look sexy eating?

She nodded. “Yeah,”

“Me too.” He replied before turning to Y/n, who was mid-sip on some juice, it was a mix of berries and tasted sweet. “Y/n?”

She coughed, choking on her juice, and Harry smirked knowingly. Emma patted her back, “You alright, mate?”

“Yeah, just wrong hole. I slept fine.” Y/n said.

“Hate when that happens.” Harry teased, and she wanted to kick his shin but Emma definitely would’ve noticed.

They all finished their pancakes and after the big breakfast, Emma had an aspirin and told them both she was going back to bed for a nap.

“I might head off then,” Y/n said, she wanted to go home and nap herself. Harry had kept her awake for a good portion of the night after all, and her body was very sore. “I’ll get an Uber.”

“Alright, Babe,” She said hugging her. Y/n kissed her cheek and hugged her back.

“Bye, Babe,” Y/n said with a soft smile.

“Thanks for taking care of me. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Y/n nodded. “Of course, we have to do our monthly movie marathon rain, hail, or shine!”

Emma smiled. “Perfect, get home safe.”

They parted, and Emma went back to her room to sleep. Y/n’s Uber arrived moments later and Harry watched Y/n leave waving with a big devilish grin.

She waved back hopping in the Uber tiredly, as the car pulled away and Harry shut the door, her phone buzzed with a text.

Harry Styles🍒

Can I come over tonight?

Y/n felt a big grin overtake her face.

what on earth for mr. styles?

Harry Styles🍒

Didn’t get to give a you proper goodbye, did I?

Y/n blushed with a small laugh as she typed back.

see u at eight

Harry Styles🍒

See you then Baby X

Y/n bit her lip. What had she gotten herself into?

oh and bring snacks

and that new film u were raving about to niall

Harry Styles🍒

Ok, done. See you tonight. XX

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up similar to last in the kitchen. This was not the Harry she knew, but she didn’t have it in her to complain. She saw flashes of last night of them together and squirmed in her seat.

‘💗💗’ She replied.

When she put her phone down in her lap and stared out at the window she sighed to herself, knowing she was completely done for. Harry had ruined her, she'd never be able to stop thinking about him and last night. However, she had very few complaints about it. Her phone buzzed yet again. She checked it.

Harry Styles🍒 hearted your message.

She smiled even more and shut her eyes, head resting against the leather seat, as she wondered if he was smiling this big too.

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Pretty like yours

Your eyes were glued to those slutty yellow shorts. You just couldn’t force them to look away. Trusting that your sunglasses would conceal your ogling, you were facing the shoreline- thankfully women had good peripheral vision so you could get away with it.

But damn, was he hot. Hotter than the scorching sun, setting you afire more than the offending rays. You’d taken a time out from their volleyball game to go reapply sunscreen, but you weren’t sure you even wanted to go back. You had a much better view from where you were sat on the beach lounger. You couldn’t really focus on eyefucking him while you were playing, well, not without making a fool of yourself. And you couldn’t have that.

Not now that Harry was finally single.

God, you’d waited ages for him to finally be back on the market. You’d had the fattest crush on him ever since you met, ever since this whole group of friends from uni had formed, and it’d been absolute torture spending so much time with him knowing you couldn’t put the moves on him.

Not that morals had gotten in your way, no. You would’ve gladly set caution to the wind for Harry, but you just knew you wouldn’t have stood a chance. He’d been a lovesick puppy, to the point where it was actually quite sickening; to the point where your friends had to ask him not to bring his girlfriend along anymore when you all went out together because they were just too sickeningly in love. (You may or may not have been one of said friends). His ex wasn’t part of the group, not attending your university, and so was considered an “outsider”, and none of you ever brought your partners along when you all hung out, so Harry had only ever brought her to parties from then on. Parties you tended to avoid, as you weren’t exactly a huge fan out seeing them make out and get all handsy with each other, more so than they already were, especially a few drinks in.

You took a sip of water that was beginning to get way too warm and then got back to ogling him, planning your attack. You couldn’t help but smile at how he kept trying to move his hair out of his face, the breeze making it difficult for him to actually focus on the game. He’d let it grow out and now it was shoulder length. It made him unbearably hotter (which you wouldn’t have thought possible).

You were snapped out your reverie when you saw Harry wave at you, a smile on his face. You were momentarily taken aback to see him smile, he’d been sulking for the majority of the weekend trip to the beach, so initially you didn’t even realise he was waving at you.

But when he walked away from the group and started heading towards the beach loungers you knew you’d been caught staring. You’d seemingly forgotten to pretend you weren’t looking in that direction after having had some water.

Well, since you’d been caught you didn’t bother looking away as he walked over. At least he couldn’t see the way your eyes scanned him head to toe ever so slowly behind your glasses, taking in every bit of that tan skin, well defined muscles, tattoos on full display, and those offending itty bitty yellow shorts that did nothing to conceal the bulge he was sporting.

He sat down on the chaise next to yours and grabbed the water bottle, grimacing after taking a large gulp. “This is boiling at this point… Hey, you never got back; kinda hard to play a fair game with uneven team players.”

“Eh, wasn’t really feeling it.”

“Did you need help?”

“Hm?”

He looked down your body and you tried not to dwell on how his eyes seemed to have lingered for a tad longer on your boobs before travelling back up to meet your eyes “You said you’d take a time out to apply sunscreen; did you?”

Even you had forgotten you’d used that as an excuse to extricate yourself from the game. “Oh. Hadn’t gotten to it yet, was just… you know, catching my breath for a moment.”

“For a moment.” He flashed his dimpled smile at you, and you forced yourself not to furrow your brows. Was he onto you, had you really been that obvious?

Before you could clear the air, he reached for the bags and fished out the SPF. “Scoot forward, I’ll do your back.”

You did as instructed and felt Harry sit behind you, his thick, muscly thighs on either side of yours with how close behind he was sitting, and then felt him gently sweep your hair over your shoulders and to the front. “The waves look really good on you.”

You were glad he couldn’t see you blushing. It’s not that Harry hadn’t complimented you before, he was very considerate and nice overall- with all of your friends. But you couldn’t help but hope that maybe now that he was single he might start to see you in a different light.

“Thanks. It’s from how I kept it in braids.”

You felt him smooth his big palms over your back after you’d heard him massage the lotion in between them for a while to ensure it wouldn’t be too cold, although you’d have probably welcomed the sensation with how hot it was.

“It’s almost as curly as mine now.”

You tried your best not to make any embarrassing noises with how good it felt to have him massage the lotion into your skin. He moved his hands slowly but deliberately, working the SPF into your skin. It felt heavenly.

“Well, not quite,” you smiled. “Yours grew out so much, H. I was actually admiring it when you walked back here, it really suits you. Though it seemed to be a pain playing volleyball, you should tie it up to keep it out of your face now that it’s long enough.”

“Thanks…” you could hear the coy smile in his voice. You couldn’t understand how this man could grow shy when this whole beach had been eyefucking him since you’d gotten there, and the others hadn’t been nearly as stealthy about it as you’d been.

“Want me to braid it for you?”

Harry’s hands stilled on either side of your waist, squeezing the plush skin there. “Oh? Do you think it’s long enough…?”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, pretending to assess the length, but really, you just lingered on his lips the most. He was so close. And his lips were so kissable. They had this really pretty, dusty rose hue to them, something men shouldn’t be endowed with to begin with. You had to layer on a number of lip products to get yours to look this good.

“Yeah. Hop on the sand in front of the chaise and I’ll do it right now if you want.”

You watched those perfect lips stretch into a beautiful smile, his dimples making an appearance as well and stealing your attention for a bit. “Yeah? Ok!” He stood up and did as instructed sitting between your legs now, as you scooted even closer to the edge of the seat. “Wait, don’t forget to put on lotion first.”

“No, I’ll just get my hands all oily, I don’t wanna mess up your hair. I’ll do it after.”

“I’ve never had it braided before.” You could hear the enthusiasm in his voice. “Think it’ll look pretty like yours?”

You bit back your smile, trying to focus on the task at hand. You ran your fingers through his curls first, trying your very best to detangle the hair without pulling at the strands at all. His hair was very soft to the touch, even with how much you’d all been swimming since you’d gotten there. “Prettier. Your hair’s so soft. What’s your secret, hm? Mine is already so stiff with all the salty seawater, but I guess it helped with the waves since I let it dry braided, so I can’t complain.”

Harry didn’t reply. His head was hung back as he rested against the edge of the chaise, and he even let out a breathy moan when you used your nails a bit to separate the strands one from another. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” you teased.

“I might need you to do this everyday, feels amazin’.”

You softly chuckled and began braiding, making sure to keep his hair taught, pulling on it a bit to get the desired effect, but Harry seemed to really enjoy it. His mouth fell agape and his eyes were closed and you took your sweet time with each braid, savouring the experience as much as he was.

“You deserve it, H… You know, I’m glad you came along this weekend, was afraid you’d skip again. We missed you.”

He fluttered his eyes open at that, and ran his hands up and down his thighs absentmindedly, his knees bent to his chest. Those meaty thighs had made a guest appearance in your dreams more than once, and you eyed his tiger tattoo smiling to yourself remembering one of your more recent fantasies about it. You willed your mind out of the gutter, though.

“You know you can talk about it, if you want, right? I’m here.” You spoke softly, coaxing him to open up to you. Not only to get closer to him, but you were genuinely worried for him. The others loved to tease him about it, but you could tell he was frustrated with how he probably couldn’t confide in any of them, lest he be teased even more for it.

He nodded, careful not to move his head too much and accidentally ruin your handiwork.

“I can tell you’re heartbroken. Just… want you to be happy.” You finished braiding, tying his hair using the same elastics you’d taken out of your own hair, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, then circled your arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind.

He reached to grab one of your hands in his and squeezed it as he leaned his temple against yours. “I’ll be alright… eventually. Right?”

His voice was so small and dejected that it made your own heart break a little. He was hurting more than he was letting on. You knew he’d been with his ex for almost 2 years, and although you hadn’t had such a long relationship yourself, you knew it couldn’t have been easy. You’d also never been in love, so you couldn’t even imagine what he was going through. You didn’t know why they’d broken up, but you had a feeling his ex had been the one to break his heart, not the other way around.

“Of course, H. You’ll be fine. I promise. Don’t you trust me?” You mumbled against his ear reassuringly.

“I do.”

“It’s ok to be sad. But you’ll soon be happy again, happier even. Because you don’t need someone who doesn’t appreciate you, yeah? You’re such a great guy, and anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve you. I promise you’ll find someone who’ll make you forget about her altogether.”

Harry sighed heavily. You weren't even sure he’d listened to any of what you’d told him. He interlocked your fingers and brought your conjoined hands lower, pressing them to his chest, against his heart. “Think it’s ever gonna beat right again?”

You chuckled at how corny he was “Yes, you big ol’ softie, you. Someone will take all the broken pieces and carefully glue them right back together and it’ll be as good as new in no time. Better even, like kintsugi.” He turned his head to look at you confusedly and you explained, “you know, the japanese art of glueing back broken objects with gold.”

You pulled back, grabbed the lotion and stood up. Squirted some into your palms and started massaging it all over your torso. Harry looked up at you and shielded his eyes, and you moved one of your feet between his legs so you’d block the sun from getting into his eyes. “Wanna go for a swim, now that you’re all fit to brave the waves with your new braids?”

Harry smoothed his palm gently over his hair, feeling for the braids, almost as though he’d forgotten all about them. He watched you intently as you rubbed the lotion into your skin, bent at the waist to reach your thighs and now your calves, and when you stood back upright you could’ve sworn his eyes had been glued to your cleavage. Which, in all fairness, you’d hung your tits right in his face- you’d have found it weird if he hadn’t. Heartbroken or not, he was still a man. And you looked good in that bikini, if you did say so yourself.

And he looked good with his hair braided like that, too. There was just something about Harry that made him look hot no matter what, he didn’t even have to look too manly. In fact, that was one of the things you’d always loved about him. He wasn’t afraid to show off his feminine side. He was a pretty boy as much as he was a handsome man. He just knew how to flaunt both sides in equal measure and that made him all that more attractive in your eyes.

You were once more snapped out of your train of thought when you felt his nimble fingers on your ankle, he was touching your ankle bracelet, fidgeting its trinkets. He then wrapped his hand around the ankle and slowly looked back up at you. “No, you go. I’ll head back to the hotel for a bit.”

He then removed his hand and you took a step back to allow him to stand, now towering over you and you wondered whether you’d pushed it a bit too far. He looked… slightly annoyed, and visibly saddened. That frown line erased all his sweet, feminine features and you wished you could just smooth it out, running your fingers over it and caressing all over his face, much like you did with his hair. You almost did so, when he took a step back and then turned towards the hotel that was right across the private beach, a small walk away.

You let out a breathy sigh. You’d probably been a bit too nosey, he was likely not ready to hear all that yet. He’d just broken up with his ex, and he was allowed to feel sorry for himself and still miss her.

You got into the water knee-deep, contemplating all this, when you realized you’d used your hairties on Harry, and you really didn’t feel like getting your hair all wet again. Not now that, without the braids, it’d just dry down all wonky and you wanted to keep the waves. Especially with how Harry had complimented you.

With a huff, you walked back to shore and everyone was back at your spot, drinking water and making plans for early dinner. They were contemplating going to a spot by the pier so they wouldn’t have to bother getting dressed, but you opted out. The way Harry had left all dejected didn’t sit right with you, and you feared you’d crossed a line and upset him with what you’d said. You wanted to go make sure he was ok.

“You guys go along, not feeling very hungry. Catch you later.”

“Where’s Harry?”

“I texted him and he didn’t get back to me. Y/N, mind dropping by our room and see if he wants to grab dinner with us? He’ll be even grumpier if he finds out he missed out ‘cause he’s been too busy sulking over Marrisa.”

Sarah elbowed Mitch, “Hey. Come on guys, quit teasing him. He’s clearly very upset over this, and this trip was supposed to help him take his mind off things. Your constant nagging is just making matters worse.”

Mitch rolled his eyes, “It’s been over a month, how long is he gonna moan about it? So what, she cheated on him- life goes on! He needs to get out there and have some fun and put this all behind him.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes at him, and you knew Mitch was in for it. They thought they were being sneaky, but everyone knew they were getting cosy with each other as of late. It was still early days, you could tell, but Mitch might have just dug his grave with this one.

“Yeah, I’ll drop by your room and ask him, he’s probably napping though so I won’t wake him up if that’s the case.”

“I mean… if he’s grumpy we didn’t wake him up for dinner, it’s on you.”

“No pressure,” you gulped audibly for dramatic effect and began walking back to the hotel. You really hoped he wasn’t, in fact, napping, and not just for everyone’s sake. You wanted to clear the air a bit and apologise if you’d struck a chord earlier.

You were just about to knock when you heard something on the other side of his hotel room. You decided to stick your ear against the door and make sure you weren’t hearing things before actually knocking, and there it was again, only this time, louder. Clearer.

Was he unwell?

Maybe it was sun poisoning. You felt bad to just walk away without offering to help. So you decided to knock on the door softly. “Harry?”

After a long pause that had you convinced he hadn’t heard you and ready to knock again, you heard him. “...Yes?”

“Are you alright in there?… Can I help? Do you need anything?”

Silence.

You were starting to grow worried, why wasn’t he answering right away if he could hear you?

“I… I think I do, yeah.”

“What is it? Tell me. You’re worrying me.”

You heard him fumble around a bit and could tell he was getting up from bed and finally, finally, he opened the door the tiniest bit, his body behind it. He looked flushed and a bit sweaty.

When he wouldn’t speak, his eyes downcast, you reached out to touch his forehead. “You’re warm, what’s the matter? Is it sun poisoning? Or were you having a bad dream? It sounded like you were in pain. Came to check if you wanted to join the guys for dinner.”

“They’re out at dinner?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t wanna go?”

You huffed at his avoidency. “Well can I come in, or are we gonna keep talking in the doorway? Wanted to talk to you, anyway.”

He cleared his throat and stepped back, making room for you to step inside and closed the door behind you, locking it. You raised an eyebrow at the sound, turned around and noticed he was holding the bedsheet tightly around his waist.

“What did you wanna talk about?”

“Yeah, uhm… Earlier, I got the vibe that I might have upset you… with what I said, about Marissa. I know it’s shitty to hear bad stuff about your ex soon after the break-up, like, it never really sits right even if it’s true and even if the person meant well saying those things, to help you move on… I know it’s not how it works. But I was just trying to make you feel better.”

Harry exhaled audibly through his nose, leaning against the doorframe. “I know you meant well. And it was true. I know you’re right, everyone’s right…”

“The guys are being jerks, teasing you like that. But they do mean well…”

"Yeah…” he cleared his throat after a beat, glancing at you from under his thick lashes, a smile playing on his lips. “You were trying to make me feel better?”

You gave him a small smile back “Of course.”

“You offered to help earlier.”

You furrowed your brows, looking around for something amiss. He seemed fine. You’d forgotten all about those noises from earlier. When you looked back at him readying yourself to ask him what was wrong again, he bit his lower lip and pulled the bedsheet off himself.

“Oh… my God.” You covered your mouth in disbelief, your eyes glued to his glorious cock, all hard and heavy. You watched as it twitched at your reaction and you couldn’t stifle a moan at the sight.

Harry’s lips curled up in a smug smile, he was happy with your reaction, if a bit shy. You could tell he was struggling to silence the thoughts that were no doubt running through his mind. He was recently broken up and most probably still in love with his ex. But clearly, he wanted to do something about that. And he wanted your help with it.

“Are you… are you sure?” you decided to risk it and ask, the last thing you wanted was for him to regret this and avoid you as a result.

“Do I look unsure?”

“I mean… depends where I’m looking. Your eyes tell a different story…” you walked closer to him and made sure to keep eye contact, as much as you wanted to keep staring at his naked body. You wanted to feel him out and also show him you were being mindful of his emotions.

His gaze darkened a bit, staring at your lips. “Came back here to feel sorry for myself, but I couldn’t stop picturing you from earlier… in this skimpy little bikini.” His eyes raked down your body, using the opportunity to get a good eyeful of you upclose. “I was imagining you’d followed me back here. Got a semi at the beach with how you ran your fingers through my hair, loved it when you pulled at the strands a bit… was imagining you doing it on purpose, to tease me. I know you…” he lowered his eyes again, a shy smile on his lips “I know you are a bit more dominant... you’ve mentioned it a few times. I’ve always been curious about that, never had anyone boss me around in bed. I’ve wondered what it’d be like, and it always gets me so hard…”

“...Always?” All of this was a shock to you, but here he was implying he’d fantasised about you before.

“I sometimes used to catch myself fantasising about you… and I willed those thoughts away.” You watched as he grabbed himself, stroking lazily, shuddering at the contact. “But now that I don’t have to anymore… it’s you, everytime I touch myself.”

You were stunned. And also, you couldn’t get your eyes off of how he was stroking his cock. Had he been doing this ever since he’d gotten to the hotel room? “You’ve, uhm… you’ve been back here a while.”

“Yeah. It’s getting painful. But I love edging myself,” he shrugged and lowered his gaze. He was just unbearably hot when he acted all shy like that. And you knew it wasn’t just an act, he really was like that, he’d always been like that. Both cocky and shy in equal measures, much like his feminine side. It was a heady mix. “Although, I’m pretty sure I’d love being edged more,” he added, his voice small.

“You really were thinking about me?” you whispered, getting even closer, close enough that your noses were almost touching.

He nodded, causing the tips of your noses to touch just like you’d foreseen. “Is that so wrong? So… soon? And even before… I didn’t mean to. I tried not to. I always told myself I was just curious about being with someone more dominant. But it’s not just that. It’s you.”

Damn.

Feeling like that was more than enough confirmation that this wasn’t just a hasty, heat of the moment thing that he’d regret later on, you bridged the small distance and moulded your lips to his.

And with how shy he tended to get, you expected him to be hesitant and tentative but Harry grabbed you by the hips and pressed you flush against his naked frame, making sure you felt exactly how hard he was against your belly. You couldn’t even really focus on that, not when his tongue was licking gently at your lower lip, begging for entry, which you welcomed with enthusiasm. He was such a naturally good kisser, none of it felt mechanic in the least, he wasn’t trying to impress, wasn’t trying to keep it nice and contained, he was giving it his all without being overwhelming. Sloppy, but still intense. You felt dizzy already.

It was such an overload of feelings. The smell of him so upclose- he’d been running around the beach in the sun and his natural scent mixed with saltwater from the swimming was making you dizzy; the way you could feel his breathing fan your cheeks; feeling him solid and real underneath your palms as you steadied yourself, snaking your arms around his neck- it was all making you feral. You’d imagined this so many times but this was so much better than you’d ever allowed yourself to fantasise.

You pulled back a bit, making a mental note of doing this right, making it good for him. You wanted to show him how good you could be for him, wanted to get him hooked on you now that he’d gotten a taste. You didn’t know whether this would just be a one time thing, or if it’d turn into something casual, a friends with benefits type of situation perhaps, or maybe even more than that. You didn’t want to dwell on it yet. You were perfectly fine with any of the options, in truth. It was Harry, not a random bloke, and as open minded as you were, still, you weren’t the kind to just sleep around. You knew that, with him, it’d never feel cheap or meaningless.

“Tell me what you need, Harry. Wanna hear you say it.”

And there it was, his shyness was overcoming him again, and you didn’t allow him to look away, not when you reached out and grabbed his cock from in between you, stroking it gently, mindful of tugging too hard on his soft yet dry shaft.

His mouth fell agape and his eyes rounded with lust, and when you swiped at the precome at his tip he squeezed his eyes shut to compose himself. “I just need you. Need you to make me feel good, however you see fit.”

“Yeah, want me to take the lead, then? Make all the decisions, have you not worry about any of it? Order you around, dominate you?”

He nodded, resting his forehead against yours and then chasing your lips with his and you tutted, “Ah, ah. Be a good boy, then. If you want something, ask for it.”

“Okay.” His voice was small and whiney, he was gone. “Can I keep kissing you, please?”

You hummed your approval “There’s a good boy.” You hovered over his lips, still tugging at him nice and slow, making him pant in anticipation. “Go on then, kiss me.”

You got lost in the kiss. It felt too good to be just a kiss, you were wondering how you were going to handle more. And more seemed to be exactly what he had in mind as well, his hands starting to roam gently over your body. “Ah, puppy, you were doing so good. Hands behind your back until you learn to ask, alright?” He complied reluctantly, visibly frustrated because he’d really wanted to cup a feel, but also just as visibly excited to do things on your terms and finally get a taste of what this new dynamic might feel like.

“Tell you what, I”ll let you kiss what you can’t touch yet, how’s that sound?”

He whimpered at the sound of that and you walked back towards the bed and sat at the edge. “Go on then, on your knees pretty boy.” You willed yourself to take it slow, make it a pleasurable experience for him- a memorable experience. Reminded yourself to pay special attention to his body language, as he wouldn’t know to communicate if he wasn’t entirely comfortable with any of what you planned on doing. This was uncharted territory for him. You had to be responsible and make him feel safe at his most vulnerable. So, you couldn’t lose yourself in it and dive right in, as you would with people that have toyed with powerplay before.

You couldn’t wait to have your way with him, but as it just so happens, you were also very much into edging as well, so, really, it was a win-win.

You parted your knees for him to kneel in between and then moved your hands behind your back, untying your bra and slowly peeling it off of your torso. His eyes darkened considerably at the sight of your bare breasts, and his hands came to rest over your thighs as he got closer, growing a lot more impatient. You swatted them away, “Hands behind your back, Harry. Don’t make me have to tell you again.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry– I just… Fuck, Y/N,” he shook his head, trying to calm himself down, hands obediently behind his back. “Can I taste, then? Please?”

You smirked at him, happy to see he was playing along as you’d hoped “Of course you can, baby. Been waiting for you to wrap those pretty pink lips around my nipples. Go on then,” you brought his head closer by the back of his neck, guiding him towards your left breast and he immediately latched onto it, sucking greedily, his mouth nice and warm and wet, making you throw your head back. “Oh god, so good. Love your mouth, puppy.”

Harry looked blissed out, alternating between sucking on your nipple and licking all around it, mouthing at the underside of your boob and over to the other one, lathering them both in his saliva, wet and noisy and perfect, just like you knew he’d be. “Been waiting for this?” He mumbled against your bud watching for your reaction, and even though he was trying to tease a bit you could see vulnerability in his eyes as he waited for your reply.

You nodded, biting your lower lip “Have had the fattest crush on you ever since I can remember. Fuck, I could come from this alone…” you whined, he was really good at this. But then again, you always knew he’d be. Just because he hadn’t explored his subby side didn’t mean he hadn’t explored everything else. “Don’t act surprised. I’m sure it was painfully obvious,” you murmured, your turn to feel shy.

That made him moan against your breast, biting on the plump flesh and no doubt leaving a bit of a mark and you allowed it, since you loved it so much anyway. “Wish I’d known sooner.”

You didn’t dwell on it for too long. You couldn’t allow yourself to, didn’t wanna catch the wrong idea and get ahead of yourself. Maybe you’ll talk about it later, but right now? Right now he was working you up into a frenzy. “Well, you know about it now. What’cha gonna do about it, pretty boy?”

“Whatever you want me to do.”

You sunk your fingers between his braids and tugged at the roots a bit, unlatching his mouth from your breasts. The lewdest moan left his lips before you pulled him in for another sloppy kiss. He was growing needy and you could practically see him slip further and further into his subspace. “Love this greedy mouth, H. What else can it do, hm?”

“Please, Y/N. Let me eat that pussy.”

You smirked, that was music to your ears. “Good boy, puppy. Love it when you ask nicely. You gonna lap me up, make me come on your tongue?”

“Please, please.” He reached to kiss you again and you laughed against his mouth.

“Greedy puppy. Remember you need to ask first. You’ll learn though, won’t you?”

“I’ll do anything. I’m sorry, I will. Just– please...”

“You can use your hands to hold me open, but I only want your mouth on my pussy. Alright? I’ll let you know when you can do more.”

He nodded vigorously against your lips and kissed you a few more times for good measure before pulling back a bit and watching as you untied your bikini from the sides, pulling the damp fabric off of you and finally exposing yourself to him fully.

You scooted back a bit, leaning on your elbows and gestured for him to have at it. With laboured breathing, he glanced at you for a second before he pressed his hands against the undersides of your thighs and planted the soles of your feet on the edge of the bed, spreading you open for him.

He moaned loudly at the sight, his eyebrows pinching together as if in pain. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re dripping for me. Fuck, fuck…”

“Do something about it, then.” Your own voice was starting to betray just how far gone you were as well. You were gagging for it now, but you were hellbent on dragging this out for his sake more than yours. All you wanted was for him to sink that glorious cock inside of you and end your suffering, but you could wait it out a bit, especially when it meant watching him stare at your pussy as though it was his favourite dessert.

He wasted no time, bending over you and dragging his tongue slowly up your folds in one delicious swipe. He wrapped his lips around your clit, humming loudly against it, and your head fell back, crying out your pleasure when he started lapping at you in earnest. He made sure to sink the tip of his tongue ever so slightly into your weeping hole on each pass, then dragged it back up focusing on your clit again.

He ate you out like he was kissing you, same sloppy, yet intense, unpracticed manner. He just did what felt right to him and what he found you were most responsive to. Right off the bat, you could tell you were done for. This man ate pussy like it was his favourite cheat meal.

“So good, Y/N. Fuck, I’m losing it.”

“Wanna use your fingers, pretty boy? Slide one or two inside of me, feel me out? Coat those pretty, painted nails in my juices?”

Harry whined “Pretty like yours?”

“Prettier,” you smiled remembering your same reply from earlier on the beach.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he buried his face against your core and nuzzled your clit with that perfect nose of his. He was hellbent on getting you off, and truth be told, you were holding off your orgasm. Nobody had gotten you there quite as fast before.

“Do it then, get me nice and ready for that big fat cock of yours.”

He groaned, resting his forehead against your thigh momentarily, then shook his head smilingly. He was both in agony and ecstasy, the anticipation visibly killing him. He brought his middle finger to his mouth, sucking on it, getting it all nice and wet and you caught his wrist before he brought it to your weeping core, wrapping your own lips around it first.

He cried out as though you’d just taken his cock in your mouth instead, which was exactly what you’d hoped for. “Now get to it, baby. Wanna soak those fingers.”

“Fuck. Yes, please.” He got right to it, running his finger through your folds before finally sinking it inside you, agonisingly slowly. “So tight, fuck, Y/N. Can’t wait to bury myself in this snug little pussy…”

He leaned back in to suck on your clit as he began petting your front wall with the pad of his meaty finger and you collapsed on your back completely. When he added a second finger, you lost it.

“So good, Harry. Fuck, you’re so good. Eat that pussy just right. Gonna come all over your pretty face.”

“Please, please do it, Y/N. Need it.” He whined, increasing the speed of his thrusts and pressure he applied to your g-spot. He lapped and sucked on your clit noisily, moaning everytime you clamped around his fingers, getting closer and closer to your release.

And when you finally came, he kept at it, burying his face flush against your pussy and lapping up all your juice like a starved man. You knew if he kept going you’d come again, but that would take too much out of you and you still wanted him to fuck you.

You wasted no time, bending to kiss his lips in gratitude while you still felt some of the aftershocks run through you. “Need you inside me now, baby. Want you to ruin me, think you can do that?”

He nodded against your lips, smearing your arousal all over your own face as well and he then went to kitten-lick it off of you as you crawled back on the bed, pulling him with you. “I can, I know I can. Let me be good for you, Y/N.”

“You’re so good for me, H. Made me see stars with how good you are. I just know once you sink inside me you’ll ruin me for everyone else. Want you to.”

Harry looked as though he was high. As though he couldn’t believe what he was experiencing was actually real. He looked dazed out and he was sweating, panting heavily in anticipation. “Been edging myself for a while, and I almost came when I had my mouth on you. Dunno how long I’m gonna last… will you give me another chance if, if–”

You chuckled softly at how frenzied he seemed “I won’t mind if you come fast, puppy. Just ask me for permission before you do, alright? We got all the time to play, and I still wanna suck you off, too. The only reason I haven’t yet is because I knew you’d not last long and I wanted to edge you a bit first, since you told me you’d like it. Did you not like it, baby?”

“I loved it, love you telling me what to do, when to do it. Never had this before. Never knew how much I needed it. Please, Y/N, I need to be inside you.”

You opened up your thighs even more for him “Rub that pretty cock all over my pussy, Harry, get it nice and wet.”

He bit his lower lip, positioning himself right at your entrance and wrapping his hand around himself finally. He squeezed tightly, trying to compose himself a bit and then dragged himself between your folds just like you’d told him to. He slapped his tip against your clit a few times which made you arch your back and then felt him at your entrance, the stretch already making you clamp around his tip.

“Go on, puppy, fuck me good. Want to feel you all the way up into my belly.”

Harry groaned loudly at your words and the feel of you engulfing him perfectly. Once he got his fat head past your entrance, and you clamped down on him on instinct, he pulled back, making you cry out.

“Sorry, sorry! Fuck, that was–”

“It’s alright baby, try again, I know you can do it. Know you can hold off a bit, be a good boy, hm? I need you so much.” You whined, pulling him in for a kiss and giving him a moment of reprieve to gather his bearings.

He didn’t even need to guide himself into you, he was hard enough to push right in, and you didn’t break the kiss as you moaned into each other’s mouths. You let him kiss you as he slowly worked his way inside you, all the way to the hilt and you threw your head back when he pushed against your cervix deliciously. “Fuck me, you’re so deep; gonna be so sore, Harry. Make it hurt, baby, come on.”

Harry gritted his teeth, mustering all his stamina to focus. He was too far gone to tease, and so were you, so he sat back on his haunches and threw your legs over his shoulders, thrusting into you at a fast, steady pace. He held your hips tightly at first, then moved his large hands lower under your bum, lifting it off the mattress and working you over him to meet his thrusts all the more intensely. You cried out, it was a lot to take in. He was quite large and girthy as it was, and he was rock hard. But it hurt so good.

When you reached your hand to rub your clit, Harry groaned so loud you thought he was coming. But he pushed through, squeezing his eyes shut and focusing on holding off. “None of that, puppy. Look at me. Look what you do to me. Gonna come for you again, I’m so close. Please. If you’re a good boy I’ll let you come all over my tits… you know… since we skipped the rubber.”

Harry’s eyes went from blissed out to shocked, his movements slowing down considerably- he’d clearly absolutely forgotten all about protection.

“Relax, H. I’m on birth control. And I’m clean.” And, you’d totally forgot about it too. So you couldn’t let him take all the blame for being reckless.

Harry choked out a sigh of relief. “I am too! Got tested after I found out she’d been cheating… Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/N… we hadn’t been using any, she was on the pill… It totally slipped my mind–”

You took the opportunity to flip him over and straddle him. “Shhh. Enough of that. You’ve been so good for me, baby. Just sit back and let me take care of my good boy.”

You wasted no time getting you both back on the brink of orgasm. Harry even brought his thumb to your clit, as his large hands held you flush against him, coaxing you to grind yourself on him as deep as he would go, remembering to ask for permission first, which made you whimper and praise him for being so well mannered.

“Please, Y/N… wanna be good for you… but–”

“Wanna come, puppy?”

He nodded frantically “I’m gonna burst, it’s too good… you’re too good. You feel amazing. You’re such a wet dream, Y/N.”

His voice was raspy with need. You could tell he was trying his level best to wait for you to come, and you decided to have mercy on him “Beg. Beg for me to let you come, Harry.”

He threw his head back, his muscles taut, struggling to hold off. “Please, please… Fuck, I’m desperate, please baby…”

“Hmmm… should I? I haven’t come yet…” you teased, clamping down around him to push him over the edge.

But you gasped in surprise when he pulled you flush against him, holding you tight, and started thrusting into you with wild abandon as he panted into your ear “I’m begging. Come for me, Y/N. Please. Need you to come. Give it to me.”

You lost it. The sudden flip in demeanour had you spiralling, and he was fucking into you so good, the angle just right, that it threw you over the edge, taking you completely by surprise. You’d been extremely close, but the way he went about it had made you come instantly.

Feeling you spasm all around him and hearing you moan and whimper loudly had him join you immediately. You were both crying out your pleasure, and it was downright pornographic. You’d kept it at a reasonable volume throughout, seeing that you were in a hotel room and knowing your friends might come back from dinner any moment, but neither could hold back when you finally reached your peaks.

Harry kept you flush against him as you both tried steadying your breathing and your heartbeats and then searched for your mouth, giving you a lazy kiss. “Sorry for not asking permission… at the end, there.”

The hint of mischief in his voice wasn’t lost on you. You hummed, biting his lower lip teasingly “Guess I’ll have to punish you for that.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he gently placed a loose strand of your wavy hair from over your sweaty temple to behind your ear “Was hoping you’d say that.”

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