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harrysxcarolina · 8 months

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You and Harry keep meeting at weddings. And only ever at weddings.

Word count: just over 9k (this is like woah for me)

Content: sexual content from the off. This was supposed to be fun and silly and I like to think it still is but I can’t help myself so there’s also angst and fluff 🥰

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

MASTERLIST

Harry’s got half his chest on show. It’s no surprise that after the ceremony and reception drinks, he’s railing you in a bathroom.

“Do not ruin this dress,” you pant. “It’s rented.”

“Fucking shit. Is that what you’re thinking about right now?”

“I have to return it on Monday.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Sorry we don’t all just wear the same suit over and oh-“

He smirks as he squeezes your thighs. The skin gives way to the pads of his fingers. You plant your forehead on his shoulder and gasp at the pace he’s set.

You hear his palm thud against the mirror behind you. Using his erratic rhythm as a warning you scramble one hand over his mouth, gripping the edge of the counter for stability. Thank god for these fancy stately homes and their huge marble countertops in private bathrooms.

The noise Harry makes vibrates against your palm and shoots through your veins triggering your body to clench around him. When he’s fucked himself out in you, you release his mouth and grab his chin, pulling him into a kiss.

He quickly sorts the condom. You watch him wipe sweat off his forehead as he turns back to you, pulling his lips into his mouth in a barely disguised smirk. While getting down on his knees and spreading your thighs with his warm hands, the light glances off his expensive-looking watch, and his eyes flicker to it.

“Shit!”

The sudden outburst makes you jump. Harry leaps to his feet and starts fumbling for your underwear off the floor.

“Shit shit shit shit shit.” He’s dragging your underwear roughly up your legs. You hop off the counter to take over pulling them up and straighten your dress, looking at Harry quizzically. He stares in the mirror, ruffling his hair and tucking and untucking curls behind his ears.There still the smudge of a handprint there.

“Do I look okay?”

You survey him. He looks dishevelled and panicky. Devilishly handsome but unmistakably unkempt. His suit was steel grey with a white tank top underneath, now a little stretched and askew where you’d been twisting it in your grip. He buckles his trousers and looks at you.

“I’m supposed to be giving my speech in like thirty seconds,” he says with desperate eyes.

You giggle. He pouts. You reach up and wipe the smudge of lipstick off his mouth, and his chin, and his neck. You have a feeling you’ll need to touch up your make-up before you leave the bathroom.

“Can’t believe you didn’t come,” he says, dipping down pick up his sunglasses from the floor and use them to hold his curls back. They’re a little longer than when you last saw him. You like it.

“You can make it up to me.”

“Let’s raise a glass to the brides and excuse me while I get back on my knees in the bathroom,” he says in a mocking tone.

“Sounds good to me.”

He moves to stand between your legs again, where you still balance on the edge of the cold bathroom counter. He nudges your nose with his to punctuate his next sentence. “Don’t pull anyone else while I’m gone.”

“Better talk fast then.”

You make it back to the main room just a minute or two into his speech. You find a place to stand near the wall to watch and listen. The whole room is captivated by him and you’re right there with them. Perhaps too much so.

The truth is, you arrived this morning ready to ignore him, just like he had you the time before. But when you saw him in his suit, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the early Autumn sunshine, you knew it would not be so easy. He came alone, you noted and your body betrayed you in a wash of heady relief. If he was alone, normality could continue. He could kiss you on the cheek and ask how you’ve been while his eyes flicker up and down your face. You could dance around each other all day before finally tumbling into a lockable bathroom, skipping the small talk.

Sure, you’d been interrupted, but you know he means it when he agrees to make it up to you. You accept a spare glass of champagne from a waiter, ready for Harry’s toast. He oozes charisma up there. His jokes are drenched in self-depreciation and though he is so, so different now, it reminds you of when you first met him, at a family wedding, young and tipsy. Harry had tagged along to the evening do as a friend of your cousin’s then-boyfriend, and he spent much of the night hitting on you.

At the time, you brushed it off because he was this up and coming pop star and you were YOUNG. You wanted true love and a boyfriend, not bragging rights. And yes, maybe when the band blew up a few short months later you smiled secretly remembering that night and how he followed you around like a puppy.

“Just one kiss,” you said, as though you were doing him a big favour.

“Really?” He grinned dopily and immediately shifted closer to you, glancing around before cupping your face with both of his hands.

You were outside of the venue, in the extravagant gardens with all the other teenagers who’d decided to play as adults, sneaking drinks and smoking. Harry had talked you into a walk around the building until you were just out of sight. He didn’t hold your hand. He asked you lots about yourself, which surprised you.

When you’d stopped by a wall, the sound of the ongoing wedding disco filtering through a window, he’d asked if it was okay to kiss you. His curly brown hair fell into his eyes and you knew you’d have to give in at least a little.

It was the hottest experience of your young life. There had been a couple of kisses before Harry, but nothing like this. The only way to describe him was keen. His eager body manoeuvring you with sheer momentum to lean against the wall.

The kiss wasn’t exactly practised. At times you both forgot to breathe and pulled away gasping but Harry was quick to find your lips with his again. He nudged and licked gently with his tongue but you felt shy.

“Have you done this before?” He mumbled, practically still attached to you. You don’t think he said it to embarrass you, but it certainly spurred you on to shove your tongue into his mouth and barely let him resurface for the duration of time you stayed tucked away. You’d show Harry Styles, you thought. You’d give him a kiss he wouldn’t forget for a while. (Of course, at that particular time you had no idea he’d be off dating models before long and surely your kiss would fade into a hazy memory).

You left that night sure Harry Styles would be someone you never met again, and you were okay with that. Each time you’d bump into each other was a surprise. Until over the years it became a bit of an inside joke. Years that led to now.

He’s bigger now, slightly taller and broader. His clothes fit like they’re made for him (because they probably are), and he walks like the world was made for him too. You smile fondly at the man you’d gotten to know through small snippets of your lives, as he weaves through the crowd after his speech. Even as he stops briefly to chat with other guests as he goes, his attention keeps returning to you.

“How did I do?” He says, grinning, he has two more glasses of champagne he’d picked up on the way. You take the one he holds out to you. You notice a new ring on his little finger and plan to admire it later, during pillow talk.

“Fantastic. I’m glad I got to hear it.”

“Me too,” he sips his drink and leans close to your ear. “You know, I was pretty close to getting married myself just to see you again.”

“Oh, is that so?” He’s moved half a step away from you to maintain a respectable distance, but his eye contact is anything but chaste. He stares at you like it’s a dare. One you don’t back out of, even as people move around you make their way to the buffet. You can smell Harry from a few paces away. And fair play to his aftershave, you think, for still going strong despite your sweaty antics half an hour ago.

“Just couldn’t find a willing participant,” he says with a grin equal parts cocky and shy.

“Now, I know that part is a lie.”

“Turns out people don’t wanna have a whole wedding just so the groom can chat up one of the guests.”

“I bet that actually happens more than you think.”

He cocks his head. “Fake weddings with an ulterior motive?”

“No.” You pause. “Well, maybe. I meant the groom chatting up other women.”

“I think there’s a song about that.”

“Oh yeah. What’s it called?”

“I’ll tell you when I release the album.”

You cough a laugh into your champagne. He smiles down at you as you unsexily wipe your mouth. You see those crinkles at the corner of his eyes that you love so much.

“Are you still working in the city?” He asks, when you recover.

“I actually get to travel a little more now. I think I’ve finally paid my dues.” You love your job, though it’s been a hard slog to get to that point. Sloane (the bride who Harry was not best manning for), had actually worked with you for your first few months years ago. She’d been a wonderful mentor to you at the time and while you’d wanted to believe she’d stay in touch, didn’t hold out much hope. As it happened, Sloane never disappeared and is still there even now, with the same no-nonsense advice you needed in your early twenties, and sometimes need now.

Watching her marry the love of her life today was magical. And the love of her life happened to be one of Harry’s closest friends. It’s a marvel, really. How had yours and Harry’s lives become so interwoven without the two of you ever being more than ships passing in the night?

“Oh, that’s great!” He beams like he really means it. “Do you ever get over to the US?”

You shake your head. “Not yet. Mostly Europe. Canada in a few months. Maybe soon though.”

“You’ll have to let me know your schedule. In case we overlap.” He sips his drink. The delicate glass emphasises the hugeness of his hands. You remember them scooping under your thighs and effortlessly lifting you in the bathroom.

“Sure. I can do that,” you say, casually.

“I really mean it.” He’s holding your gaze.

“Oh,” you say weakly. What else can you say? You can’t really believe him. You and Harry have never done more than exchange a few polite DMs; you never meet up until chance brings you together.

You vaguely realise Harry is holding your elbow. Something feels different and you don’t know what to do with it. “I can see some friends on the dance floor,” you say. “I better join them.”

“Speak to you later?” He asks, still holding your elbow because he wants an answer.

“Of course.”

You glance over your shoulder when your heel touches the tiles of the dance floor. Harry is watching you and raises your glass. You smile and try to tamp down your excitement.

The first time you officially hooked up at a wedding (that didn’t include teenage fumbling and making out), you had brought a plus one and he hadn’t. You weren’t expecting to see him that day, or ever again honestly. And if even you HAD known he was coming, that wouldn’t have changed you bringing your date.

“‘Scuse me, darling.” He scooted past you and for a moment you didn’t recognise him. It was a gorgeous summer day and he wore sunglasses, a shirt unbuttoned down to his belly button and hair that curled on his shoulders.

Harry was, by that point, unmistakably famous. But the wedding was your cousin’s and everyone was trying hard to act like it wasn’t out of the ordinary to have paparazzi in the car park with zoom lenses trained on the sprawling lawn where everyone was gathered for drinks and photos and more drinks.

“Harry!” You couldn’t help the surprised exclaim.

He turned from the rustic serve-yourself bar and lifted his sunglasses up. “YN, I thought you’d be here.” He said it like you were old friends, not two people who met once a few years back.

“I didn’t even think of you,” you said. Harry raised his eyebrows. “Oh. I mean…I didn’t expect you to be here. I thought you’d be busy. Jack didn’t mention you coming.”

“I kind of asked him not to mention it actually.”

“Yeah. Yeah that makes sense.”

You stood and assessed each other, mutely tracing over each other's outfits and faces and bodies, cataloguing what was different. Harry’s features were sharper, more mature. The slight smile on his face was playful.

“You look stunning,” Harry said eventually. You smiled and self-consciously straightened your midi summer dress. While doing so, you suddenly remembered the man standing directly beside you watching the entire exchange.

“Ah! Harry, this is Sam. Sam, Harry.”

Harry leaned forward and shook Sam’s hand politely. “Nice to meet you man.”

Sam was unbothered. Or didn’t show if he was. Sam didn’t really show much of anything.

“Sam is…here with me,” you finished, hand waving at the man limply.

“Mhm. I see that.” Harry’s smirk was wider. “Have fun with each other, then. Maybe we’ll catch up later.”

You did catch up later - when Sam was drunk with some other lads at the bar, and you were chewing your nails a distance away wondering if it was wise to bring someone you were just ‘dating’ to a family wedding.

Harry walked past you at first. Paused. Back tracked.

He tilted his head at you and made a silent decision.

“Wanna come smoke somewhere?”

“I don’t smoke.”

“Yeah. No doubt. Wanna come anyway?”

With a shrug, you followed him.

“By somewhere, I thought you meant outside.”

“It’s too risky.”

You assumed he meant the cameras and social media and fans and gossip, but he didn’t offer any more than that. His joints were pre-rolled and tucked in the inner pocket of his jacket. You sat down side by side in the tiny cupboard space Harry had found by opening random doors down the corridor.

“Do you want some?” Harry held the joint aloft between you. You glanced around the tiny space. It was dim, and stuffy, full of people’s coats and a few mops.

“What if there’s a smoke alarm in here?”

“There isn’t.”

“You’re gonna make these people’s coats stink of weed.”

“They won’t know it’s us.”

“I’ve never actually smoked before.”

“Oh!” He withdrew his hand and looked apologetic. “You don’t have to.”

You watched him click a cheap-looking lighter a few times until it caught and lit the end of his joint. He sucked in a deep inhale and dropped his head back on the pile of coats behind him. His eyes were closed which gave you ample time to admire him. Admire sounded extreme yet it was the only way to describe the way you raked your gaze over him. He licked his pink lips and huffed a little in contentment.

“Actually,” you started, causing him to open his eyes and look at you curiously. “I will try a bit. If that’s okay.”

A smile spread slowly across his wide mouth.

“More than.”

You had a tiny puff. It probably didn’t even do anything. But it felt risky and exciting and when Harry leaned to take it back from you his shoulder touched yours and didn’t leave. You sat pressed into each other’s sides, facing the shut door that Harry had feebly attempted to block with a bucket.

“Sam seems nice.”

Your brain worked hard to figure out what the hell he was talking about. “Oh, yeah.” Your date. “He’s fine.”

Harry snorted a laugh and coughed on air. “Fabulous review, then.”

“There’s just no spark,” you said, like you’d heard people say on TV.

“That’s no good.” Harry tutted and shook his head, not breaking eye contact. Were you imagining things or did they already look glassy? And how had you ever thought his features were sharp? Every bit of him looked soft, supple. Malleable to your touch. Not knowing when it happened, you found you were touching his squishy bottom lip with your thumb.

“No,” you agreed. “Not good.”

“Sounds like you shouldn’t see him again.” Harry had another drag and turned to blow the smoke away from you.

“I probably won’t. I’ll tell him tomorrow. I don’t think he’d understand a word I say the amount he’s drank tonight.”

He paused to put out the joint on the underneath of his boot. “So you’re basically already over then?”

You were going to answer something along the lines of, technically we’re not together, but he kissed you.

Then you were on your back snogging on the floor. Harry manoeuvred your legs apart by holding the back of your knees with his warm hands and the way the jeans he’d worn with his suit brushed your inner thighs made you shudder.

You knew as soon as your shoulders touched the rough carpet that kissing wouldn’t be enough for you this time.

He had a condom in his pocket and asked twice if you wanted to. He asked while his fingers stroked through your folds and the first time you whined like something desperate. The second time he asked he was the one who sounded desperate, so you breathed a hurried yes in his ear.

“Do you need some more…?”

“No. Please just fuck me.”

You’d never spoken like that in your life.

He fucked you in that cupboard and kissed you through an orgasm and pulled out when he needed to cum, even though he was wearing a condom. For one crazy moment you wanted to tell him you were on the pill; ask him to take the condom off first. But you bit your lip against the thought.

Afterwards, he kissed your neck and smoothed your dress all over with his hands. You did the same with his flimsy shirt. It started as just a way to make you both look presentable again but morphed into feeling each other up.

“I could feel you all night.”

“Is that the weed talking?”

“A little bit. This dress feels nice. You look good in it.”

“Thank you.”

Harry led you back to the dance floor a while later. He bought you a shot and made you laugh with jokes he murmured only to you. You think at one point he attempted to lift you dirty dancing style. He may have even succeeded. In the taxi home, you turned to Sam.

“Thank you for coming with me. I don’t think we should go on another date though.” Sam had his head out of the window and groaned a response. Good enough.

You found a strip of goofy photo booth pictures in your bag the next morning, and a follow from harrystyles on instagram. You had to disable comments thanks to that, though you never told Harry that detail.

You haven’t smoked again since that night. It’s not something that takes your fancy. Harry’s never offered to share a smoke again since, either. Though that doesn’t mean he’s kicked all his habits.

Harry is currently pressing you into a wall and planting short but deep kisses to your lips, like he’s trying to tear himself away but take his time simultaneously. One hand cups your shoulder while the other grazes the skin at the back of your thigh, not so innocently.

He had found you again when you were still dancing. Or more like, your back had literally bumped into his side and he turned from the man he’d been speaking with to survey you. His drink (something dark and definitely no longer champagne) had spilled a little on your dress.

“Sorry, love. Come with me, let’s get that dried off.”

He’d swept you around the side of the room with a hand on your back, fingertips brushing the bare skin between your shoulder blades as he led you to the first empty corridor he found. His body crowded yours into a dark corner.

You speak into the next kiss.

“Do you remember when I had a boyfriend and you snuck me into that cupboard?”

“A few things to correct there, lovie.” He draws his wet lips over your ear. “One: he wasn’t your boyfriend and he was never going to be, let’s be real. Two: it wasn’t a cupboard. I have more class than that. It was a…closet, at least.”

You cackle, not delicately or sexily. The way you laugh with your friends. “Was there another point or is that it?”

Harry pulls back and smirks at you. “Three: I was going through my horn dog phase and probably hadn’t had sex in like, six days by that point.”

“Are you saying you ever got past that stage?”

“It comes and goes. I’m learning to manage the condition.”

Having rested enough, you kiss him again. You scoop a handful of his curls and squeeze. Harry makes a short, deep noise into your mouth. You feel it more than hear it. He breaks from you just enough that he can speak. You can still feel the whisper of his facial hair.

“I’m starting to think you’re not actually invited to any of these weddings and you’re just making excuses to see me.”

“Funny. I was thinking the same about you.”

“Guess we’re both wedding crashers then.”

You smile wide and finger the collar of his suit. “Is this the same suit as last time?”

“No. It’s brand new.”

“Hm, that’s unlike you.”

“I think it’s good to reuse the things you like.”

“Mhm. Is that what you’re doing with me?”

Harry moves further away. He props his hands either side of your head and frowns at you.

“Is that what you think I’m doing?”

You squirm. He pushes his hips square to yours. They’re level, thanks to your heels. “Maybe not exactly like that.”

“Do you remember two summers ago. The beach wedding?”

“When it rained half the day?”

“That’s the one.”

You bite your lip. “That was a fun night.”

“I know.” His eyes twinkle mischievously and you can’t help but bite your lip and turn your gaze down. That was the night Harry fucked you on the balcony of his hotel room overlooking the ocean, though all you saw were stars swimming through watery eyes as Harry tilted your head to his shoulder and clasped his hand around your throat.

“I think I said some wrong things that night. I should have taken them back then. Or at least before now. But I didn’t mean them. And I’m sorry.”

That night, after the second round, Harry had stood naked on his balcony looking at the sky. You lay on the bed, chin propped up by your hand, admiring the delicious curve of Harry’s bum.

“It’s always so easy with you,” he’d started. “I wish other girls were this simple.”

You screwed your face up, even though he couldn’t see. “Did you just ‘not like other girls’ me?”

Harry laughed and turned to walk over to you. He straddled you from behind, pushing his hands up your back. “I just like knowing how we work. It’s familiar, you know. I don’t feel like I have to work for it.”

Later, you’d reflect and wonder if you should have taken offence. At the time, you accepted it as a confirmation of what you were and would never be. You were the one who decided to be okay with it. That wasn’t on Harry.

“I didn’t take it personally,” you say now, truthfully. You’re fine with just sex. Sex with Harry is an event. Glorious for the very reason it doesn’t happen every day. You remember every time you’ve shared together with alarming clarity. Sometimes you found yourself directing partners to do things the certain way Harry did it, and they never quite pulled it off.

“I don’t…” Harry lifts a hand off the wall and rests it on your collarbone. His skin is impossibly warm. The music in the room over begins to fade out and you can’t tell what’s real or what’s blood rushing in your ears. “I don’t think I treated you as kindly as I should have.”

“I’m a big girl. I’ve always known what this is. I’m happy with it.”

He studies your face a few moments longer, eyes flicking between your eyes, your lips, your pulse point. “I think they’re cutting the cake,” he says.

Harry stands with you while you watch the cake being cut. As the brides feed each other and the crowd whoops, he dips his mouth to your ear.

“Hey, I actually wanted to ask you about something.”

“Sure.” You twist to look at him, face lit up with all colours of the disco lights. You’re curious now. Harry wouldn’t normally preamble a question like that. He’d just ask it. Something was shifting tonight.

“I wanted to talk to you about it a bit ago. But it seemed weird to speak about it, you know…”

“Not at a wedding?” You offer, smirking.

“I meant not in person, actually. I was wondering if-“

“Harry!” Someone calls, swoops in and interrupts the moment. You smile benignly and as you turn to leave politely you feel his fingers brush your wrist. You look at him but he’s already engrossed in conversation. That’s okay because he’ll seek you out again when he’s ready. He’ll find you and he’ll have you. Because you’re easy like that.

You take your leave to finally locate and congratulate the brides. On your way back from fetching a slice of cake, you pass Sloane, hunched over in a rare moment of solitude for her wedding day. She’s stacking a plate with as much leftover buffet as will physically fit. You touch her back gently and she looks up, beaming through a full mouth.

“You look amazing,” you say, earnestly. “Crumbs and all.”

“Thanks.” She stops talking to swallow. “Can you pretend we’re having a really serious conversation so no one interrupts us while I actually eat something?”

“Oh, of course.” You arrange your eyebrows into a serious furrow. “It was a beautiful ceremony.”

“I’m glad you could make it,” Sloane frowns back at you. “And oh my god, tell me about your new job.”

“It’s not new…”

“You get paid more though?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“About time. They knew what you could do the day you first walked in.”

You chat for a few minutes while Sloane stuffs as much of the buffet into her mouth as she can between sentences.

“And what about you and Harry?”

Cake halfway to your mouth, you freeze. “Harry?”

“Yes. And you.”

You laugh, then quickly stop when Sloane glares. “What about Harry?”

“You’ve been trying to find a way to stand next to each other all day.”

“Have not.”

“Loren was worried he’d miss his best man speech because he was wandering around looking for you.”

You flush hotly. “Well, he didn’t.” With a touch of luck.

“Nice to catch up?”

You shrug now. “I mean, I guess. We haven’t had chance to talk, really.”

Sloane grins widely. “Oh, I imagine.”

You bring one hand up to cover your eyes. “God. Shut up. I know it’s your special day blah blah blah. But please shut up.”

“Whatever, I know you’re just having fun. You deserve to get your kicks. But be careful.”

You uncover your face and squint at her. Surely she’s not about to give you a talk about protection. She’s almost ten years too late and also not your mother.

Sloane continues. “This girlfriend he has-“ You physically feel your heart plop into your gut. “-he’s just moved her in with him. I reckon it could be serious. Though who even knows with Harry, from what Loren tells me. I just don’t want you getting muddled up in all that.”

You can only stare and eventually, blink a couple of times. Sloane’s face morphs almost comically from sincere but relaxed into one of horror.

“Oh my god. Didn’t you know? You didn’t know. I thought you always seemed quite close. I thought you’d know.”

Know he has a girlfriend? Yeah, even you think that should have come up. Some out-of-body thought examines the situation clinically. It says ‘huh, interesting reaction YN’. It pokes and prods at the twisting in your chest. It slices through your middle wonders what happened to ‘I know what this is and I don’t mind’.

“We don’t know each other that well, to be honest.” You aren’t even sure how much of a lie that is. How do you say ‘I’ve known him since we were seventeen but also, I clearly don’t know him’? “I mean, I know he had a girlfriend a few months back. I assumed they were over.”

“Shit, YN. What an absolute arse he is! Do you want me to ask Loren if I can tear him a new one?” Sloane looks genuinely horrified and it makes you feel guilty.

“No. No, don’t be silly.” You aim for nonchalant and sound flat, hollow. “You two need to enjoy your night.”

“She’ll be so cross with him. We know he’s a bit of a rascal but we always thought he was honest about it.”

“There’s nothing between Harry and I. We’re barely friends. There was nothing he needed to be honest about.” You’re scrambling for things to say. If you were honest, yes, it’s because you don’t want any kind of drama on your friend’s wedding day, but also you feel like by convincing Sloane this really isn’t a big deal, you may believe it yourself.

“Anyway, he’s coming over right now and I don’t think it’s to tell me my dress reminds him of meringue…again.”

“He’s coming here?” Do you sound panicked? Is it obvious?

“Yes.”

“Right this second?”

“I give it three seconds.”

You look over your shoulder and Harry is a few steps away.

He grins. “Hi.”

You open your mouth. That’s as far as you get.

“Fuck,” Sloane says, making you look back at her. “The in-laws are waving and I’ve already fobbed them off twice. I’d say I’ll see you later but honestly, Loren and I have already planned to sneak away in an hour.” For a second, she looks at you intently. Do you need me to get you out of this? In that moment you know without a doubt she’d take you back to her honeymoon suite if you indicated a need to escape. You don’t need it at work anymore, but you’ll always be grateful for her fierce protectiveness of you. You smile confidently and she nods before disappearing in a wave of meringue-y white fabric and you’re left once more with Harry.

“Is she okay?” Harry frowns after her. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his trousers.

“She’s just tired, I think. It’s an overwhelming day.”

He looks at you and tilts his head. “Shit, are you okay?”

Just over six months ago was the last time you’d seen each other. It was a gorgeous ceremony in a secluded woodland strewn with fairy lights and marquees. You knew he’d be there and secretly thrilled at the thought of wandering off into the trees with him and his wandering hands.

There she was, though, and you knew it would happen sooner or later, holding his hand. You’d never realised before how intimate hand-holding really was. She was stunning and fitted from head to toe in the designer you knew Harry worked with. Harry carried her clutch around for her and fetched both their drinks.

Cute, you’d thought. A little disappointed you couldn’t enjoy some drunken flirting with him but excited to see him nonetheless. You knew, sooner or later, one or both of you would have to grow out of this thing. Perhaps you were a little surprised it was Harry first. You planned to tease him about it.

Except, you never got near him. He avoided your eye and dodged any conversations you were part of. The one time you deliberately made your way over to him, he quickly stood and dragged his girlfriend to the centre of the marquee to dance.

So that was that. He had a girlfriend and he didn’t want to know you. Fine. No bother.

Except some very small part of you, the paranoid part, wondered if he was avoiding facing you with a girlfriend because he was worried you’d say something. But what could you say? Hi I’m a girl Harry has been having casual sex with on a very occasional basis for the better part of our adult lives. Would it even matter? Surely she knew Harry had casual sex, and it wasn’t like you’d ever cheated on a partner with each other. Technically.

The thoughts had plagued you on and off for those six months. You weren’t hurt exactly. Miffed. Slightly offended. You felt a little used.

Of course you’d always known he’d dated. You had too. You’d been in relationships of varying levels of commitment. Somehow, you were always single when you met Harry. You always thought it was serendipitous that Harry was always single too. If that wasn’t true now, maybe it hadn’t been in the past either. It makes the whole thing feel sullied.

“YN? Are you okay?” He’s repeating. “Is that cake laced with something? You look all spacey.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you have a girlfriend?”

You’re not sure what you were expecting. Shock. Surprise. Embarrassment at being called out. Instead, Harry’s face turns to steel. His shoulders lift and lock in place.

“Who told you that?”

“Doesn’t matter. It should have come from you.”

“It matters because I’m used to the media gossiping about my personal life, I shouldn’t expect it at the wedding of one of my best friends.”

“Seriously? Don’t play the ‘I’m so famous’ card with this. How many times? How many times have you slept with me when you had a girlfriend or boyfriend?”

“Never,” he says through his teeth.

“Until tonight?”

“Why are you getting mad before letting me explain?”

You gape at him. “Why am I getting mad?”

He shrugs. “Yeah. You said you were happy with how things are. Now you’re changing your mind based on something one person told you?”

You ignore the first part, unsure what to do with it. “The wife of one of your best friends isn’t just another person Harry.”

He clenches his jaw and his nostrils flare. You look around the two of you as though remembering you were at the side of a very full room. A few glances are being shot your way. You expect this to bother Harry but he won’t budge his eyes from you.

You feel a bit sick. The cake is probably delicious. You hate yourself for leaving it, on a plate you dump on the nearest table. Childishly, you knock Harry’s shoulder as you walk past.

“For the record,” you say, unable to resist turning around. He’s already facing you, expression hard. You try to speak low enough that only he hears. You’re all but hissing at him like a feral cat. “I’m okay being easy and a safe bet to sink your dick into. I’m not okay being the person you shag behind your girlfriend's back. The girlfriend you didn’t have the decency to even tell me exists.”

The venue doesn’t have a hotel. It has individual sleeping pods, miniature cabins built for a maximum two people to sleep and shower in. It means walking in the dark without saying goodbye to anyone, but you’ll be okay.

“YN!”

You walk faster away from the shout. You have to concentrate because it’s dark and these paths are filled with uneven gravel.

“YN…” His voice is softer now. He’s closer. Jesus fuck did he run to catch up to you? You wish you weren’t in heels. Though when you reach your pod and turn to face Harry, they help you feel confident.

“What?” You glare at him. To his credit, he ducks his head.

“YN, I guarantee whatever you’ve heard is not the full story.”

“Harry.” You sigh and press the heels of your palms to your eyes. You regret that when they come away with black smudges on them. “I don’t doubt I haven’t heard the whole story. But I’ve heard enough.”

“I bet if I-“

“Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have a girlfriend who’s just moved into your house?”

“I- I don’t know how to answer that without making things worse.” Even though he says it miserably, you laugh coldly. “She’s just a friend.”

“Living in your house?”

He doesn’t deny it, just looks at you blankly. He doesn’t look angry anymore. More exhausted. Out here in the night, his face is lit only by the tiny solar lamps hanging outside your pod. His eyes are wide. He could be seventeen again begging you to kiss him.

“She’s just a friend, living in your house, who your other friends believe is your girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“And you still fucked me in a bathroom two hours ago? You still flirted with me all night like you’re single.”

“I am single,” he starts, defensive, again. Or frustrated. You can’t tell. “I can flirt and fuck who I want.” You suck in a breath. “Shit, YN.” He grips the hair at the top of his head. “I didn’t mean to sound like such a dick. There’s things I can’t explain right now. There’s things I wanted to explain tonight. It’s just… complicated.”

Suddenly, you feel as exhausted as Harry looks. “It’s fine. You don’t need to explain anything. You just need to know that I’m not doing this,” you point your finger between the two of you back and forth. “If it’s not transparent.”

“I don’t think I want to do this either,” he says quietly.

You blink at him. “Okay. Well. We’re in agreement then.”

“Yes, but,” Harry is actually wringing his hands. His fingers are twisting and pulling at each other. “You’re still my friend? Aren’t you?”

It isn’t what you expected him to ask, as though he changed his mind halfway through speaking.

“Harry, I don’t know what being your friend means.”

His face crumples a little. You almost want to take it back and tell him of course you’re friends. But is being Harry’s friend being someone he lies to? Someone he fucks while he plays house with another ‘friend’? Someone he only sees by chance and sleeps with out of convenience? Nothing about this feels ‘easy’ anymore. A clean break is probably best. And should be pretty easy to achieve.

Harry hasn’t answered you. He’s blinking in quick succession.

“I’m going to go to sleep now.” You scan your key and slide the door to the pod open. Harry’s still stood there when you close it behind you and when you draw the curtains across it. You stand still in the dark and hold your breath until you hear him crunching away through the gravel.

After a shower, you lay in bed and stare at the curved ceiling above you. You know now there’s no going back. Harry had said it himself. The allure of you was the simplicity, the familiarity. You’d blown that into smithereens. Though you’re trying to be proud of yourself for that. You had done the right thing.

You would love to say it’s just the sex that enamoured you to Harry, but that would not be strictly true. His dry humour always got you going and he’d been sweet too.

You keep going back to the one wedding you were both at that you didn’t end up in bed together. Well, technically you did. But nothing sexual transpired. You were on your period. You usually timed your birth control around big events but you’d recently come off it for health reasons. When Harry had appeared at your hotel room door, you rolled your eyes.

“I told you. I’m not having sex with you or anyone tonight.”

“I don’t care.”

Harry truly didn’t seem care and still spent the night with you. He messed with the shitty hotel television until he found a movie they’d missed the beginning of, and then he proceeded to talk all the way through the rest. He ordered room service and made you laugh by giving the concierge a ridiculous fake name.

He asked you about your childhood pets and your dream home (a rabbit and somewhere old). You asked him what he’d want to do if it wasn’t music (be a house husband or a formula one driver - maybe both). You fell asleep together before Harry got around to taking his clothes off. He’d been gone before you woke up, of course, but he’d doodled on the notepad by the phone. A picture of a house with a rabbit outside, a badly drawn racing car on a winding path leading to the front door.

When you doze off, you dream of that big house and it’s big door. Someone is knocking. Someone is knocking and it’s the early hours of the morning.

Your body moves heavily across the pod to the door, opening the curtains to Harry’s face inches from the glass. The sky is a few shades lighter than midnight black. You slide back the door and before it opens more than a crack Harry is speaking.

“She’s pregnant.”

You stare at him and seriously consider if you’re still asleep.

“Shit, YN. It’s not mine. We never even-” he sighs. “Can I come in?”

You step aside. Harry sits down on the bed because there is nothing else to sit on. You secure the door again and opt to stand in front of him. His jacket is gone but he’s still in a tank and suit trousers.

“This isn’t really my information to share, so will you promise it doesn’t leave this room…cabin…pod thing?”

You don’t point out he’s already blurted the biggest secret. You just nod.

“Her name’s Kim. We never were dating. We didn’t sleep together.” He pauses here, looking at you, wanting to make sure you heard it. “But we are friends. She’s not my girlfriend but we may have…lent into the pretence more than was necessary.”

You shake your head to indicate you still don’t get it.

“She had a shitty ex and a shitty time. At the time, it was mutually beneficial for us to play along. It was good for her image, for getting her ex to back off. It was good promo for the album.”

“Your friends really think you were dating, though. Loren thinks you're dating.”

“I know it’s fucked up. It’s not that I don’t trust Loren implicitly. You just can’t leave any margin of error for these things. I never outright lie to anyone. I’m good at just…avoiding questions.”

You have to laugh at that. Harry, who had been looking down at his shoes, peeks at you hopefully.

“Does anyone know it’s not real?”

“My manager. My mum, my sister. Now you. That’s probably it.”

“And now she’s pregnant? Aren’t people going to think…?” You don’t need to finish the question.

Harry shakes his head. “No. The baby is with someone new she’s been seeing. Seeing for real. We’ve been talking about easing off on the narrative.”

“And moving in with you is easing off on the narrative?”

“She’s crashing in one of my spare houses while her place is renovated and baby-proofed.”

“Seriously?” It’s not that you don’t believe him. You’re pretty sure you do. The whole thing just seems just bizarre enough to make everything make sense.

“The baby was a surprise, but hopefully, a good one. I just wanted to help her out. YN…” He reaches out and the pod is so damn small he can reach your hip. You don’t shake him off. He slides his thumb under your pyjama top and smooths it over the skin. “I’m not saying I haven’t fucked up here. But a lot of these misunderstandings happen because nobody ever asks me outright what’s going on with me.”

He speaks softly. You know he’s not trying to jibe at you, or insult his friends. There’s something sad layered underneath it.

“Is she who you brought to the wedding in Edinburgh last summer?”

“Yes.”

“You avoided me all night.”

“I wish I hadn’t. I think you’ll get on.” You clock the future tense.

“Why?”

“She’s very down to earth, like you.” He holds both your hips now and moves you slowly towards him. You don’t resist. “And funny.”

“No, I mean. Why did you avoid me all night? If she wasn’t your girlfriend, even if she was your girlfriend? Why couldn’t you at least have come and said hi.”

“Because I really like you. I was in this weird, not-real relationship and I either had to explain that to you and have you think I’m a crazy, terrible person. Or stand there and watch you think she was my girlfriend. I didn’t like either option.”

“I do think you’re crazy. Not terrible though.”

You’re standing right above him now. He tilts his neck to look up at you. The eye contact makes you dizzy enough to hold his shoulders for stability.

“You know, that night I said you were easy,” he winces slightly when he repeats the word. “I was thinking about how my life is so complicated. So absurd. Outside of my family, you felt like this one fixed point I kept coming back to. We didn’t have to plan it. I didn’t want to plan it. We were effortless and for once I wanted something in my life to be that simple. I kept thinking, I know I’ll see her again and we’ll be different but everything will be the same. I wish now I’d fucked that stupid idea off and just called you.”

“You’re a romantic, Harry Styles.” His arms wrap around you.

“Is that not how you saw it?”

“More like, the longest running fuck buddy in history.”

Harry laughs and then he pulls you down to kiss him.

“You know,” you murmur, when you pull away. “Saying you’re letting her stay in ‘one’ of your houses makes you sound like a rich prick.”

“I can accept that.” He leans back on the bed and you go with him, still wrapped up in his arms. While you kiss he shifts you both back on the bed, bumping his hips against yours. Settled in place, you continue to chase that friction, oscillating your body against his. His hands run over your back and cradle your head.

“Can you tell me something?” He says, keening his hips up and up and up to meet yours. You don’t think you’re in a fit state to tell him anything just yet but hum for him to continue. “Why were you bothered tonight when you thought I had a girlfriend? Was it just the cheating thing?”

There were so many reasons and you could be angry at him for asking. You were upset to be lied to, to be used, to be insignificant, and yes, because you didn’t want him to be a cheat. But also,

“Because I want you to be just mine.”

In that moment you want nothing more than to feel his weight on top of you. Blissfully, he understands, pushing you away from him and pressing his lower half down against you. You groan and grab his biceps.

“This fucking tank top,” you whine.

“Want me to leave it on?” Harry is licking patterns on your neck. You shake your head.

“Maybe next time. Take it off.”

Naked and basking in pleasure, Harry dances his fingers through your folds and leans over you. His face is serious.

“I still want to talk to you about something.” He ends his sentence with two fingers sinking inside you and you release a breath.

“Not now. After.”

He takes it as a promise and makes you cum on his fingers. “That’s what I owed you,” he says in a raw voice.

“That’s not enough,” you pant, desperately.

“I’m not finished.” He keeps his fingers right where they were and sucks kisses down your body. You have a brief moment between orgasms where you try to think clearly. You try to pinpoint what’s changed. You know now Harry doesn’t have a girlfriend. So things can continue as normal. But this feels so monumentally different.

“Look at me.” You’ve never heard a man actually growl before. “I’m going to eat you and you’re going to look at me when you cum. Understand?”

You lift up on your elbows and nod dumbly. He drags his bottom lip over your sensitive clit and smiles at the way you twitch. “Good girl, my love. Like you watching me. Reckon you’re the only one who sees me like this.”

You can’t pause to wonder what he means because he’s sucking his mouth over you in a way that ties you up in knots only to undo you all over again.

Your vision is blurry but you watch him just as he’d asked. Some silly part of you thinks he looks adorable like this, even as you pulse and soak his chin and hand.

For a while after, you just kiss. You feel like mush and hormones are still fizzing all around your body.

“Do you want to talk now?” You ask, voice thick. He shakes his head and you’re so close your noses brush.

“Couldn’t. Not until…” His erection bumps your hip and you understand. You hadn’t realised how turned on he was until he’s fucking you at an agonisingly slow pace. He’s on his knees, grinding into you like this is the last orgasm he’s ever going to have.

“Please,” you say, shakily. You draw a leg over his hip and pull him into you. He grabs your ankle with one hand and moves to press your foot against his shoulder, dragging out and pushing in again at a glacial pace.

“Let me have my fun. You had yours,” he mumbles against your ankle.

So you let him. And the second you relax into it you know what he was up to. Your hunger for him seems stronger than ever. Moving slow like this, your limbs fall in sync with his. His eyes lock on yours and his gaze is as soft as his movements.

You don’t know how long the two of you move like that for, but eventually your foot slips off his shoulder and your legs splay open. Harry follows suit and flattens himself over you. The pressure is delicious, both on your clit as he continues to grind and the heaviness of him on your chest.

The orgasm almost blacks you out and Harry’s colourful swear words swim in your consciousness. When he’s wrapping you in the covers and kissing your hair you mumble, “Can we talk in the morning?”

A soft laugh. “Yeah, lovie. We can.”

When you wake, for a second you think Harry hasn’t stayed the night. Until you realise it’s him slowly sliding the pod door shut that woke you up. He’s grimacing as it squeaks. Tiptoeing over to you in jogging bottoms and hoodie, even though your eyes are open.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.” You’ve never heard his morning voice before. You think it’s better than that first stretch of the day.

“You’re not in a suit”

“Should I be?”

“No, it’s just…” You’re thinking about how he woke up, put on the remaining pieces of his suit and left to get comfy clothes from his own pod. And after that, he came back. “You’re always in a suit.”

“Does me not being in a suit make you fancy me less?”

“If I had it my way you’d always wear the suit and just pull your dick out when it’s needed.”

You don’t know why you said that. You blush deeply.

Harry crawls onto the bed with you while he laughs, cackles even. His eyes crinkle at the corners and you want to press your fingers there, so you do.

“I want to see you again,” he says, catching one hand and wrapping it in his. “I don’t know if I made it clear enough last night but I don’t to wait to bump into you by chance anymore. I’m officiating a wedding next month, in LA.”

“Okay.”

“It’ll be warm. You’ll need to wear something airy.”

“I’m not invited.”

“I want you to be my plus one.”

“To a wedding?” You challenge, even as you smile. “How is that different from every other time we’ve met?”

“It’s different because I want to get ready with you in the morning. I want you to ask me which dress you should wear and I want you to help me choose a tie.”

“You never wear a tie.”

“I would if you suggested it.” Harry rolls your bodies until he’s half over you and the sheets tangled somewhere between. “I want to share a car to the venue with my hand on your leg and when you move it off I want to hear you promise me we’ll have time later on.”

You lay in together as the pod fills with early morning light, while Harry talks about LA and the people there he wants you to meet. You feel warm and happy at the same time something dark and cold slinks through you.

“Harry. This fake relationship thing you had. The acting. The lies. I’m not built for that.”

“I know. We won’t need any of that.” He kisses your cheek, your temple. He draws your body closer to his.

“If people ask you about me, what will you say?”

He moves far enough away to meet your gaze. “They won’t even need to ask.”

This has taken me QUITE some time to finish. I went back and forth with so many possibilities of where this could go. But I think I’m pleased with their ending (their beginning 😉) Thank you if you read and please like, reblog, message me feedback etc.

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This is boyfriend Harry you’ve been with since the autumn of last year taking your first Summer holiday together this year. The pair of you have opted for a city break and spend your days ticking off the must do’s on tripadvisor and hitting all the “hidden spots” that aren’t that hidden considering how many articles you found with the same list. He’s happy going out in shorts and a t-shirt but always slips on an overshirt that he knows he’ll end up giving to you when you inevitably get a bit chilly as the day goes on and the sun begins to set

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Yours*

Summary: The third part to Mine*

Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, is out of town when you need him most.

And Harry is never one to leave you unsatisfied.

So, he calls in his right-hand man to help.

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*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

“Well, well, well. Look who’s finally home.”

Your cheeks flush as you walk through the door of the apartment, eyes immediately landing on Asher, who sits on the couch.

He’s got a phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear and he wears a teasing smirk as he watches you walk in.

You laugh at his comment, tossing your things onto a nearby chair. “Hi.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” he greets, finger tapping the spiraled cord. “Everything go all right?”

“It did. Paul was very nice.”

“Good,” he replies, seemingly pleased. “Good. Then we’ll keep him on rotation.”

You nod just as Asher looks away, something on the other end of the phone regaining his attention.

He hums and murmurs, “Yeah. Two in front and two behind. And Paul’s been briefed.”

Already bored with the conversation, you make your way for the kitchen to grab a snack, leaving Asher to his phone call. You rustle around in the cupboard for a moment before you catch another comment just behind you:

“She said he was nice,” Asher repeats, and you glance over your shoulder at him. “I don’t know. Sweetheart, are you comfortable with Paul as your driver?”

“Yeah,” you call back. “I think I like him the best, to be honest. He was very…warm.”

Asher’s brow raises. “She said he was warm,” he repeats to the other caller, which you assume is Harry. “How warm?”

This question is directed at you, and you sigh playfully as you assume Harry is giving him the second degree. “Tell him to relax. Warm just means friendly. He doesn’t have a stick up his ass like the other guys.”

Asher’s smirk widens slowly as he says, “She said…she wants you…to relax.”

You can already tell by the amused expression on his face that this is not going over well with Harry. And when Asher tsks his agreement to Harry’s response, you feel a drop in your stomach.

“Mhm,” Asher mumbles, giving you a once over. “I don’t know. She has seemed a little…tense.”

You still in your spot, the box of Cheez-Its slowly dropping to your side. You feel…hot under his scrutinous gaze. Nervous about the discussion happening out of your earshot and even more apprehensive of Harry’s reaction.

“Sweetheart, are you feeling…tense?” Asher asks you now, forcing you to swallow thickly.

“Tense?” you repeat curiously.

“Yes, tense,” Asher says, leaning into the cushions as he tosses one arm over the back of the sofa. “Anxious. On edge. Perhaps a little…wound up?”

You pretend to think, one shoulder bobbing up in a nonchalant shrug. “I don’t know. Not…not really. Just…excited about Harry coming home.”

Asher seems amused by this, the phone still pressed firmly to his ear as he mumbles a short recap of your response before waiting for Harry’s. “Is that all?”

You shift your weight from one foot to the other. “What do you mean?”

“Is that all that’s been bothering you?”

“I don’t…I don’t know what you mean.”

His eyebrow quirks up. “Are you feeling taken care of?”

You instantly catch on to the implication, but you feign obliviousness, shrugging once more. “Well…yeah. You guys are here twenty-four-seven. I’m never alone and I’m not worried about Sean anymore. I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Slowly and deviously, his head cocks to the side. “Sweetheart, that’s not what I meant. And you know it.”

You simply blink.

Chuckling into the phone, he nods before motioning you forward, instructing you to approach.

Cautiously, you do, feet padding across the apartment and over to the couch as Asher stands and hands you the phone.

He towers above you, and there’s a certain look in his eye you can’t quite place as he moves around you and gestures for you to sit where he once was.

You do, wrangling the cord out of the way as you get settled while Asher continues to stand.

“Hello?” you murmur tentatively.

“Hi, mama.”

It’s only been three days since you’ve seen him but hearing Harry’s familiar voice over the phone instantly puts you at ease.

You can’t help the smile that bursts free across your face. “Hi.”

“Missed hearing your voice,” he says, and it’s that rough purr of his that makes your stomach flip. “Miss a lot of things about you.”

Your cheeks flush as you look down at your lap, acutely aware of the way Asher is staring at you. “I miss you, too.”

“Are you behaving yourself?”

“Mhm. Trying.”

“Are you sure about that?”

You swallow again. “Yeah. Just…waiting for you to come home.”

“Is that right?”

“It is.”

“And have you been taking care of yourself for me while I’m away?”

You shift. “Um…of course. Been doing some yoga in the mornings out on the patio. Did some cooking. Oh, and I started a new book.”

A moment of silence. “Is that all?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. “Yeah. Yup, that’s…that’s about it. Asher’s been keeping me busy.”

At the mention, Asher’s brow raises.

“Has he?” Harry hums. “And you’ve been behaving for him as well, mama?”

A question posed more like an instruction.

“I have,” you tell him softly. “Promise.”

“Hmm.” Another beat. “He tells me otherwise.”

You feel your skin grow hot. “What?”

“Mhm. Tells me that when he asks you how you are…you lie to him.”

With wide eyes, you look up at the man still looming above you. “No. No, I don’t…I don’t lie to him. I promise.”

“No? Then you’re lying to me?”

Your lips purse shut. “No, I’m not lying to either of you.”

“Funny. Because I asked you if you were taking care of yourself and you said yes,” he says, and you can hear the beginnings of displeasure slipping between each word. “Yet Asher tells me you’re not.”

“He…he does?”

“Mhm. Tells me you’ve been feeling restless. That you’ve been whining to yourself in your sleep. That you’ve been…needy.”

You look back up at the tall man a couple feet away, and even though he can’t hear what’s being said, the look on his face suggests he’s got a pretty good clue.

And while you’re slightly nervous about being…called out in such a way, you know that you wouldn’t want it to be by anybody else.

Harry has always been good at getting what he wants, and even if you’re anxious about his potential reaction, you know that you’re in the best hands.

Both pairs.

“Is that true, mama?” Harry asks, forcing your attention back.

“I…I don’t know.”

He tsks. “Do better.”

“…I guess,” you breathe, pushing yourself back into the sofa cushions almost as if trying to hide. “Just…just been missing you.”

“I know, honey,” he coos. “But what did I tell you about taking care of yourself while I’m gone?”

Your thighs begin to squeeze together, attempting to fight off this feeling now blooming in your stomach. “S’just not the same, Har. Wanted to wait for you.”

“Even after I told you otherwise?”

You squirm. “Thought I’d edge myself a little. At least until you got back. Know you like when I do.”

He hums again. “I do, sugar. But I certainly don’t like when you disobey me.”

“I…wasn’t trying to. Just didn’t think it was that bad.”

“Asher seems to think otherwise.”

There’s a catch in your breath.

“Said he doesn’t like seeing you in so much pain, mama,” Harry tells you. “Said he doesn’t feel like he’s doing his job as your protector when he has to leave you like this.”

And almost as if knowing what Harry is admitting, you notice Asher begin to smile as he slowly lowers into a crouch in front of you.

“And he really doesn’t like when you go against my direct orders,” Harry murmurs. “And it’s his job to tell me when you do. Isn’t it?”

You nod.

“And I’m good to you, aren’t I? I take care of you? Make sure you’re well looked after and safe? That you never miss me too much?”

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice small.

“Yes,” he agrees. “Which is why you’re making me sad, honey. Don’t like to hear that you’re not behaving for me. That when I leave, you disobey me the first chance you get.”

“Wasn’t…” you attempt to argue but it seems as though you no longer have the ability to speak in coherent sentences.

“No? So, if Asher were to check right now, he wouldn’t find you making a mess of your thighs?”

Your eyes widen as you glance down toward the boy below you.

Asher merely stares right back up at you, his long lashes fluttering as he seems to wait for something.

You aren’t sure what.

“Answer me, sugar.”

“I don’t…I don’t know,” you admit airily, and Harry hums.

“Then what do you propose I do, hm? Hard to take care of you when I’m so far away.”

Your throat seems to have gone dry.

“Could have you touch yourself for me and talk you through it like we always do,” he muses. “But I think that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? And after the way you’ve behaved, I don’t think it’s fair.”

You feel the way your body has begun to slip into that familiar, needy state of submission. The way his words—his threats—alone are doing more for you than your own hands ever could.

“I think you need to earn my forgiveness, mama,” Harry murmurs. “And I think you need to earn Asher’s, too.”

You could practically melt through the sofa as the idea overwhelms you. Consumes you. Breeds a home in your mind, and your stomach, and your cunt.

You aren’t sure where this side of Harry is coming from but you aren’t about to question it. You know he’d never allow Asher to see you in such a state if he didn’t fully trust him.

And that itself makes you feel safe.

“What do you say, hm?” he continues in your ear, and you grip onto the phone so tight, your knuckles go white. “Gonna let Asher take care of you for me?”

He’s giving you an out. Allowing you to decide what you’re truly comfortable with.

He’s giving you…control.

And it makes your stomach flip.

“Yes,” you whisper. “If that’s what you want.”

He makes a noise that sounds like a mix between adoration and pain. “Oh, my precious girl. Always know how to make Daddy happy, hm?”

The use of the more dominant nickname inspires a soft whine to bleed from the back of your throat. He rarely ever uses that term, and when he does…it’s because he knows you need that extra push.

And since he can’t be here…you figure this is his attempt.

“You do,” he tells you next. “Always make me so happy. Bet you’ll make Asher really happy, too. Can you be good for him, honey? Can you trust that he’ll take care of you for me?”

“Yes,” you say again, growing a bit more desperate as you gaze at the aforementioned man, anxious to know what Harry has in store.

“Good,” Harry says, and you hear a bit of shuffling on his end before he continues. “Want you to do something for me, okay? Want you to keep the phone to your ear. M’gonna be right here the whole time, is that understood? You are not to drop this phone.”

You nod again, forgetting about the way he can’t see, and when he’s met with silence, he seems to assume you’ve agreed.

“All right,” he chuckles. “Want you to give him a little nod for me, okay? Let him know you’re ready.”

Feeling slightly dizzy, you meet Asher’s eye and gingerly begin to move your head up and down.

Catching on to this signal, Asher shoots you a reassuring smile before reaching out to grasp onto your thighs and guide your legs further apart.

You momentarily tense in his touch before feeling how…gentle he is. How relaxed. It does an excellent job of luring you into a state of ease yourself as you allow him to move you the way he wants.

“Want you to do something else for me, mama,” Harry adds, calling your attention back. “I want you…to tell me everything that he does…as he does it.”

You suck in a sharp breath.

“Want you to tell me exactly how he’s touching you,” he says. “Want you to tell me where he’s touching you. Want you to tell me how it feels. What it does to you.”

Your head slowly rolls back against the cushions.

“Is that understood?” Harry mumbles. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you barely manage to reply, too entranced by the way Asher’s large palms are slowly smoothing up your skin.

“Good girl. Now tell me what you’re wearing. Wanna see you in my head while I listen to you come for him.”

You work in a desperate gasp for air. “My…my sundress.”

“Which one?”

“The blue one. With the flowers.”

He makes a noise of approval that makes your cheeks flush. You know it’s his favorite. “Bet you look so pretty, mama. Bet you look so pretty for him right now. Is he touching you yet? Is he helping you feel relaxed?”

Asher’s attention slowly dances down from your face toward the space between your thighs, and you immediately grow hot under the lustful expression he offers you.

Despite yourself, you begin to squirm under his hold, but he’s quick to tighten his grip and shoot you a look of warning.

“He’s…yes,” you tell Harry. “Yes.”

“Yeah? How’s he touching you, honey?”

Your tongue runs over your bottom lip as you look for the words. “My…he’s…he’s pushing my dress up.”

“Where is it now?”

“Hips. It’s…it’s at my hips.”

The cool air makes you shiver but Asher’s warm touch instantly soothes the chill. He readjusts himself onto his knees and settles between your legs, eyeing your covered cunt with absolute intrigue.

You almost want to feel shy…but you know he’s seen you in much more intimate positions before.

“Now what’s he doing?”

The long fingers trailing gingerly across the skin of your upper thighs move to your underwear.

He pauses for only a moment to silently request your permission, and once you’ve nodded, he hooks onto the material and begins dragging it down your body.

You gasp as you squirm upward to make room, and the faint static from the phone reminds you to answer. “He’s…he’s taking my underwear off.”

The fabric is guided to your ankles before it’s easily flicked off and tossed somewhere behind him.

“Are you dripping, mama?”

You don’t have to look to know you are, and you hum your response as Asher pushes your legs back open.

And he looks at you. Looks at the mess you’ve made with a certain reverence that makes your hum turn into a whine.

“Honey, we had a deal. Answer me or he stops.”

“I…I am,” you admit, almost sheepishly. “Yes. Yeah.”

“Bet you look so pretty right now,” he seems to muse to himself. “Are you nice and spread for him?”

Another anxious whimper.

“Yeah? So, how’s he gonna have you, hm? How’s he gonna make it better?”

You look to Asher for the answer, the salacious glint in his eye tells you everything.

He keeps one hand on your hip to make sure the dress stays out of his way while the other moves closer to what you really want.

His thumb gently outstretches for you, tentatively brushing down your clit to ease you into the sensation.

You gasp again, hips attempting to buck up, but he simply tightens his grip and keeps you pressed to the couch.

“He’s…he’s touching me.”

“How, sugar? How’s he touching you?”

“My…he’s…”

For some reason, it feels…wrong to say it out loud and Harry chuckles from his end of the phone as he senses your struggle.

“Is he touching your pretty, little clit, mama?” he says for you. “Is he teasing you?”

You shudder out a sigh as you look down at Asher’s hand. “Yes.”

“How’s it feel, honey?”

“Good…feels good,” you admit softly, and Asher glances up.

“You doing all right, sweetheart?” he murmurs, seeming to want his own verbal confirmation.

You nod quickly, lip between your teeth as he repeats the previous action. “Yes.”

“Do you promise me?”

“Yes. Yes…I promise.”

“Good.”

With that, he switches tactics. He begins running his thumb up and down your already sensitive body, feeling you out, spreading you, making sure to relax you.

You’re growing more and more familiar with his touch and with the ways it’s so drastically different from Harry’s.

Where Harry is practiced and determined, Asher is teasing and gentle. Harry sometimes goes straight for the kill, not wasting any time in getting you to come for him because it’ll only be the first of many.

But Asher has all the time in the world. And you’re beginning to pick up on a few sadistic tendencies from the way he continues to change patterns and rhythms. Every time you start to feel accustomed to one type of touch, he moves to another. Leaving you to start all over.

“Talk to me, sugar,” Harry reminds you, and the rasp in his voice nearly has your eyes rolling back.

“He’s…it feels good,” you tell him, almost breathless.

“Yeah? S’it helping your little ache go away?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, chewing on the inside of your cheek as Asher’s head tilts.

He studies your cunt for a moment, looking for just the right way to touch you, and the focused attention makes the muscles in your stomach tense.

There’s something in his expression you can’t read. Like he’s…mesmerized by you. Mesmerized by your body and the way it reacts. Mesmerized by the thought of what he could do to you.

You exhale an apprehensive huff as the seconds tick by. Anxious to have him continue. To have him give you more.

The soft, languid strokes had been nice but now the coil in your stomach is near painful. And with the way he watches you, the way Harry speaks to you…you aren’t sure how much longer you’re expected to last.

But your writhing catches his attention, and his head snaps up as his eyes meet yours.

“Sweetheart…” he warns.

The living room goes quiet as his unspoken threat lingers in the air.

“What did I tell you about behaving?” Harry reminds you, and you can hear the disappointment slip through the speaker.

“M’sorry,” you whisper. “Sorry, I just…feels so good. Can’t…hurts.”

Your unintelligible mumbling makes Asher smile, and you can hear Harry laugh under his breath.

“Hurts, does it?” he repeats. “Good. Think you deserve to hurt a little, don’t you? After the way you disobeyed me?”

You whine with this, chest heaving as Asher pushes your dress a bit higher.

“Easy, mama,” he murmurs. “You know better. Promised you’d be good for us, yeah?”

“Yes,” you agree. “Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Good girl,” he coos while Asher uses his other hand to push your left thigh further away. “Why don’t you ask him, hm? Why don’t you ask him if he thinks you deserve to have more?”

With your fingers twitching by your side, you cast your focus down to the man on his knees, expression hopeful.

“Please…please?” you ask quietly. “Can you…I just…need…”

Asher smirks to himself as he scoots closer. “Need more?”

You nod fervently as he hums.

“All right,” he agrees. “Gonna need you to be good and take it though, yeah? Need you to trust me.”

“I do,” you pant. “I do. I trust you.”

The smirk turns into a smile as he suddenly takes hold of your hips and drags you closer to the edge of the sofa.

You gasp a bit from the sudden force, the phone slipping slightly from your ear as you work to steady yourself.

And before you can prepare, before you can tell Harry what’s happened, before you can comprehend anything…you feel him.

Feel everything. Feel his long, rough finger easing through your drip before slipping inside.

And it’s so different. He’s so different. His fingers are much longer than Harry’s are, and certainly longer than your own. And he can reach spots in that first touch that Harry can’t.

And he knows this. Knows from the look on your face that you weren’t at all prepared but he seems to enjoy that. Seems to appreciate the way he’s caught you off guard. The way you’ve been forced into this pleasure without so much as a beat.

He curls instantly before pulling back. And he begins this slow, steady pace of dragging himself through, working his touch in and out. Coaxing your body to comply, to stretch, to grow wetter in anticipation.

You arch off the couch in response, one hand grasping onto the cushions beneath in an attempt to find your balance.

“Awfully quiet there, mama,” Harry calls, and you sigh as you press the phone harder to your ear.

“Sorry,” you say again, eyelids feeling heavy under the weight of such ecstasy.

“S’okay, honey. Just wanna hear you. Wanna know he’s doing it right.”

“He…he is,” you whisper, cheeks flushing as Asher’s attention zeroes in on his movements.

“Yeah? Does it feel good?”

“Yes…feels so good, Har.”

“Good.” Some shuffling. “Tell me what he’s doing.”

Once again, words evade you. It feels crass to describe the actual events taking place and even more uncouth to do it in front of the man touching you.

“He’s…” You swallow thickly and move your eyes to the ceiling. “He’s…touching me.”

“Well, I would hope so,” Harry teases. “How’s he touching you? Need you to paint me a picture, honey.”

You fight the urge to groan. “His…finger.”

“He’s fingering you?”

“…yes.”

“How many?”

“One.”

“Just one? Oh, sugar, you can take more than one, can’t you?”

Your tongue goes numb. “Yes…”

“Yeah? So, ask him.”

A new rush of humiliation washes over you as you’re forced to look back down.

Asher is already grinning, almost as if anticipating your question before you’ve even had the chance to ask it. “Yes, sweetheart?”

Bracing yourself against the sofa, you say, “Can…can you…can I…more?”

If it were any other time, you’d smack yourself on the forehead.

But right now, Asher merely basks in your bashfulness as he uses his other hand to gently stroke the skin of your thigh. An attempt at soothing you and letting you know you’re okay.

“Want another?” he reiterates, and you nod again. “Think you can take more?”

“Yes…yes, I can.”

“How much more, hm? Just one?”

To follow this proposition, he brings a second finger into play, slowly dancing it in beside the first as you still.

And it’s so good. So much better than before and a needy noise breaks free from your mouth as you feel it.

Asher watches your reaction closely, clearly amused with your excitement.

Then, after a few enthralling thrusts to settle you into the rhythm, he says, “How about two?”

A third finger is added, nestling in next to the others, and forcing you to accommodate for a larger stretch.

You gasp desperately at the fullness, reveling in such a euphoric burn. And perhaps you’d be worried it’s too much, but he doesn’t allow you such a luxury.

He instantly gets to work on providing you with that familiar pleasure as he begins pumping into you at a faster pace.

It makes your head spin how quickly you begin to feel overwhelmed. How fucking nice it feels. He hits every spot he needs to hit, over and over and over. He knows when to curl, when to slow, when to still himself inside of you. When to tease, when to pursue, when to relax.

And then, he moves his other hand to your clit.

“Are you taking him?” Harry murmurs. “Taking him like the good girl I know you are?”

You nod mutely.

“Know you are. Know you’re being so good for me. Wish I could see you, mama. Wish I could see you come undone for him.”

And you wish he could, too. Want more than anything to have Harry here, in person, as Asher does this.

Not because you feel you need someone else with you but because you know the look on Harry’s face would make everything ten times better.

And you don’t doubt that Asher wouldn’t mind showing off for his boss, too.

“Want you to say my name, darling,” Harry requests next. “While he makes you come, I want you to say my fucking name. Do you hear me? Not his, not anybody else’s. Just mine. Want you to tell me you’re mine.”

You moan your agreement as your head drops back, fingers curling around the handle of the phone until it almost stings.

You’re so close. So fucking close to finding that sweet release and Asher is determined to make sure you find it. To make you feel it, make you feel everything.

And you do. You do feel everything.

But more importantly…you feel him.

“Harry,” you breathe through a whine, desperately pleading with him for something only Asher can give you. “Please…”

“I know, mama. I know,” he replies. “M’right here. Gonna feel so much better.”

The pressure against your clit increases as Asher strokes his thumb in calculated patterns.

And just when it’s beginning to rise up at that peak…he suddenly stops.

Stops, pulls out, and leaves you untouched and unsatisfied.

You choke on a dejected wail as he leans back and begins taking off his nice jacket, popping the buttons free one by one.

You sit there, nerves tingling and body buzzing, as he slips the material down his arms and tosses it onto the sofa beside you.

And that’s when you see it.

His gun.

Sitting snugly inside the holster strapped to his chest, the black straps draping down his white dress shirt and effortlessly calling attention to the dangerous weapon.

Your breath hitches when you see it, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he begins rolling the sleeves to his elbows.

But you notice. Of course you notice. You always notice guns now, despite how normalized they’ve become in your life.

It’s not strange that he would be wearing it. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him without a gun on his person. Same for Harry.

But while you are a little shocked…you’re also…enamored?

Truthfully, you aren’t sure what you feel as he situates himself and moves back between your thighs.

Then…his eyes trail up.

He takes in your distracted state, studying you momentarily before realizing where you attention lies.

He looks down as well, glancing over his gun as he begins to piece together your reaction.

Rather amused, he throws you a smug smile, and reaches for the weapon, pulling it free from its holder.

With that, he offers it to you.

“Wanna hold it for me?” he asks softly, and your eyebrows raise.

You hesitate, eyeing the gun with suspicion and intrigue.

“Hold it for me,” he repeats, and it’s no longer a question but an order. “Right here, on your thigh.”

He pats your leg to accompany his request, letting you know exactly where he’d like it placed, and you take a deep breath.

Cautiously, you release your grip on the couch so you can take hold of the object being handed to you.

It’s heavy. Slightly warm from being pressed against his body and hidden beneath his coat. Slim. Molding to your hand as if it were made for it.

Working to be as gentle as you can, you place it onto your thigh, taking a moment to get used to the feel.

The barrel is pointed toward the other side of the room, away from either of you, but Asher doesn’t like this.

Instead, he spins it around until the barrel is pointed directly at him.

Your heart begins to race.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, taking hold of your other leg to give it a reassuring squeeze. “S’just a little more fun this way, hm?”

And maybe it is to him but you don’t argue as he brings his soaked fingers back to your equally soaked cunt.

“Did Asher give you his gun, mama?” Harry asks in your ear, and you’re reminded again that he’s not actually here.

“Yes,” you tell him, the urge to see him a little stronger now.

“Yeah? Like having that kind of power, don’t you?”

You consider this for a moment as Asher eases those three fingers back inside of you, instantly pulling you back up that mountain.

“Yes,” you gasp, hips bucking up as the gun teeters on your leg. “Fuck, yes.”

“Knew you did,” he hums, almost appreciatively. “My dirty fucking girl. Wanted to be punished, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” you whimper again, both in response to his question and to what Asher’s doing to you.

“All weekend, just pushed my buttons, didn’t you? Wanted to see how far I’d let you go?”

You curse between gritted teeth.

“Knew I couldn’t make it better. But you didn’t want me to, did you? Wanted it to be Asher. Wanted him to know how badly you missed me, hm?”

“Harry,” you whine, attention devoted to the man between your legs as he mimics his previous rhythm. Curl, press, pinch, thrust. “Please…”

“What, honey? What do you need?”

“You,” you say, without hesitation, although you aren’t sure which one of them you’re really talking to. “You, please…”

“Yeah? What do you need me to do?”

“Let me,” you whisper, chest rising and falling with labored breaths the closer you get. “Let me come, Har, please…”

“Should I? Should I let you? Do you think you deserve it?”

“Want to. Want to deserve it.”

“Oh, sugar. Daddy wants you to come, too. Want to hear you come for me.”

You rotate between gasping and panting and moaning and pleading for something—anything—as Asher works you closer.

He smirks to himself and leans in, lips tentatively pressing to your inner thigh as if to taunt you with his mouth. With what could have been.

You wouldn’t mind feeling his tongue but the fact that he hasn’t used it suggests Harry explicitly told him not to.

And you aren’t about to complain about what you are being given because the kiss alone does wonders for you.

“Harry,” you whimper again, so close you can taste it.

“That’s right,” he says. “M’right here. You’re mine, aren’t you? Say it.”

You groan as you feel the end approach. As you feel the beginnings of release. “Yours…I’m yours.”

“Always,” Harry growls, and the animalistic reply goes straight to your cunt. “Fucking always. Say it again.”

“Yours,” you repeat. “Always yours. Just yours. Fuck—”

“You gonna come for me?”

“Yes…yes. M’so close—”

“Yeah? Then do it. Right now, mama. Be good for us and come.”

You aren’t sure how he manages to command you in such a way. How he can tell you when to come and you immediately do it.

But you do. You come for him. For both of them, the orgasm ripping through each muscle and fiber of your being as you mewl Harry’s name and relax into Asher’s hold.

It’s everything. Hard, and heavy, and endless. You lose track of time, of consciousness, of understanding as it rolls over you.

And just before you can come down, you hear Harry’s next demand:

“Again.”

Confused, and slightly off-kilter, you pant, “What?”

“Ask him to make you come again,” Harry repeats. “Beg him to overstimulate you. Beg him to make it hurt. Make you cry until you just can’t take it anymore.”

The premise throws you, your already sensitive core throbbing as Asher’s ministrations begin to slow.

“Harry…” you plead but he tsks.

“Again.”

Swallowing a rather bratty groan, you meet Asher’s eye. “Don’t…don’t stop. Please, I…just…can’t…”

You’re already so frustrated with yourself, you might start crying, but sweet Asher only grins.

“Want another, sweetheart?” he coos, pressing his thumb into your swollen clit. “Want one more?”

You nod quickly, thankful for his understanding, and he smirks to himself before getting to work.

This one doesn’t take nearly as much time or effort. You’re too pent up and aroused. Each touch or brush or twist of his fingers inside of your pussy makes you jolt. Makes you writhe and squirm and cry out.

The gun slips from your thigh with all the jostling but you don’t mind. You don’t even have the time to feel nervous as the next one approaches, dragging you by your ankles to the finish line.

“Good,” Asher hums, and the easy praise makes your skin grow hot. “So good, sweetheart. Know you can do it. That’s it, give it to me.”

“You heard him,” Harry adds. “Fucking give it to him, mama.”

The instruction from both men shoves you into the second, and you could argue a third slips in right after.

Because the knowledge of what they do to you is what truly makes it. The knowledge that these men can ask you to do anything they want and you’ll do it. That they’ve got you. They protect you. They live to keep you safe and make you happy.

They live…for this.

As promised, Harry’s name is painted across your tongue as it happens. And Asher remains between your legs through every moment, all the way until the end. Until you’ve finally relaxed once more and caught your breath.

With muscles like jelly, the phone begins to slip, and you struggle to keep Harry in your ear.

But Asher rushes to help, straightening up from his knees to take your other hand, and press a kiss to your palm.

“That’s it,” he coaxes. “You’re all right. Just breathe for me, yeah? Did so good, sweetheart.”

You merely nod along, unable to truly understand what he’s saying to you, and this makes him chuckle.

Then, he takes hold of your other wrist and guides the phone back up, holding it there so you can talk without having to use your own strength.

“Still with me, honey?” Harry asks, and you hum. “Did so good for me. Always want to take care of my girl even when I’m gone. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Don’t like leaving you. Don’t like knowing you miss me. Hurts me just as much as it hurts you.”

“I know…”

“Good. And you trust that I’ll always come back to you, yeah? Trust that I’d never put you in danger.”

“Yes….”

“And you feel safe with him, yeah? Does he make you feel safe, mama?”

Your lashes flutter as you look up at the tall man hovering above you. “Yes.”

“Good. ’Cause you are, honey. Always safe with us. We’ll do anything for you. And we’ll always be here to take care of you. In any way you need.”

“….I know.”

“Okay. Then I don’t ever want to hear that you’ve disobeyed me again,” he finishes. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Mhm.”

“Attagirl,” he chuckles. “Now…Asher’s gonna take you to the bath. Want you to clean yourself up and relax for me, all right? I’ll be home tomorrow.”

“Promise?” you murmur hopefully.

“I fucking promise. Be good for him until I get home, yeah?”

Asher smiles.

“I will,” you agree, flushing under his kind gaze. “Promise.”

“Good.”

You grin.

“’Cause we’ve got quite a bit to discuss when I get home.”

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Find Me*

Summary: An extra for Teach Me*

Harry has never slipped into his subspace before.

Until today.

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*Contains Mature and Explicit Content. Take care of yourself first, only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

“God, please, Bee…please—fuck.”

You watch Harry’s eyes roll back as his hips buck up into the vibrating toy pressed against the tip of his cock. He tugs on the cuffs keeping his wrists attached to the headboard as he curses your name and you can’t help but smile proudly at his reaction.

Harry hasn’t had an orgasm in twenty-four hours.

Twenty-four long, excruciating hours.

Truthfully, you think he’s handled it like a champ.

After all, this was his idea.

And sure, when he’d suggested edging as something to check off the list, he meant edging you.

Not him.

But here you both are, twenty-four hours into a nonstop fuck-fest.

And it’s been great.

…for you.

You’ve come to learn one very important thing since you both agreed to fuck each other exclusively:

He’s so goddamn beautiful.

In every way. At every time. No matter what he’s doing, if he’s fucking, if he’s speaking, if he’s naked, if he’s asleep.

And you’ll never get over it. Never be able to look away from him when he’s coming or thrusting into you or begging you to fuck him or rolling you over his cock.

You paint pictures in your head whenever he’s not around.

Of his tan, inked skin that glistens with sweat when he overexerts himself. Of the way his chest rises and falls with desperate gasps for air. Of his curls that fall across his forehead and dance into his eyes. Of the veins in his arms strain from the use of his muscles.

Which is why you have no problem dragging this little challenge out as far as it can go.

Because Harry makes it all worth it.

“Please,” he groans beneath a forced breath, hooded eyes lifting to find you. “Please, baby…need to feel you. Gotta feel you, Bee—”

His sweet sentiment is lost underneath your own whimper, and your head falls back as you slip the glass dildo in a bit further.

You’ve found numerous ways to torture him. From taking him in your mouth (and popping off before he can come) to riding his cock slowly (and popping off before he can come).

You’ve teased him, fucked him, near tortured him with pleasure just to take it away.

But the one thing that seems to really do it for him…is watching you touch yourself just out of his reach.

You’ve already done this twice in the past day, but this is his final straw. You can tell just from the way his aggressive threats from yesterday have turned into depleted and anguished whines for mercy today.

You’ve never heard him make so many pathetic noises and it’s everything. The soundtrack you could live the rest of your life to.

And you use it to help you ease the toy in and out of your already overused cunt. Because while Harry has had zero orgasms, you have had many. Perhaps too many if the way you have to stop for Gatorade and snacks every couple of hours is any clue.

But you don’t mind. And neither does he, truthfully. He likes watching you come. Tells you this constantly. And it’s that kind of appreciation and thrill that continues to inspire your next one.

“Harry,” you whisper, lashes fluttering shut as you clench around the toy, and you hear him gasp again.

He wants that to be him. Wants it more than anything.

Which is why you aren’t giving it to him.

“Bee…” His voice is small. Airy. Almost reverent in a sense as he calls out to you. As he begs you to give him something.

The sounds of your arousal as it’s pushed in and out of you is an erotic symphony and you just about shudder as it echoes around the room.

Harry whimpers.

And it’s so pathetic and so depraved that it forces your eyes back open so you can see him.

The vibrating object against his cock is dragging him once again to the finish line. The finish line he has seen and lost a plethora of times already. It’s got to hurt at this point. In fact, you know it does. Know he’s barely holding on and your heart aches for him.

You steal a quick glance down at your phone that’s just beside you to look for two things:

The first being so that you can check the settings on the Bluetooth toy to make sure it doesn’t need adjusting.

And the second being so you can see the timer and calculate just how much time is left in this little experiment.

Five minutes.

He’s only got five minutes left before his twenty-four hours are up, and you’re so fucking glad. You’d almost argue that you need him to come more than he needs it.

Because while making yourself come (either by your fingers, or a dildo, or his cock) is nice, it’s nothing compared to coming with him. Of knowing that he was the one responsible for your pleasure.

Truth be told, you don’t think you’ll be too quick to suggest edging in the future.

You waste a couple more minutes with the glass toy, thrusting it slowly at different angles until your toes are curling and your nails are scratching into the sheets.

Poor Harry just about loses it as he sees you get closer to your release. Quietly begging you to let him feel you come. To have you ride his cock like earlier as you clench down on him. It’s his favorite thing in the world and you pout when you hear his request.

Three minutes.

You pull the dildo out and you both watch the string of arousal that follows, with Harry writhing against the headboard, once more pulling on the handcuffs.

To tease him just a little more, you lift it up and bring it to your mouth. Your tongue drags upward, collecting everything in its path until you can wrap your lips around the tip of the toy and take it into your mouth.

Harry’s eyes squeeze shut, and he smacks his head back against the wall, almost as if in retaliation.

You grin.

After tossing the object aside, you crawl back over to his lap. He continues to keep that pretty green hidden from you as you smooth your palms up his thighs to alert him of your presence.

And not even after you’ve removed the vibrating wand and begun to straddle him does he look at you. He simply makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds like a desperate whine before allowing you to take his cock in your hand.

You pump him a few times, just to feel how heavy he is, how needy. He twitches the moment he feels you, a soft sigh slipping from his lips.

And finally, once you gingerly drag him along your cunt, he looks up.

You reach out to cup his cheek, stroking your thumb across the feverish skin as you whisper, “It’s okay, Har. We’re almost done.”

He perks up, expression growing hopeful. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you hum as you glance back down. “Want you to come with me.”

“Yes,” he breathes, already attempting to wiggle up and assist. “Yes, do anything.”

“Anything?” you tease, brushing your thumb down his lip. “Already done everything for me, baby.”

He seems to bask in this praise, slowly pulling your finger into his mouth until he can suck it sweetly. Mostly just to make your cheeks flush.

Which they do.

When you lower yourself down, you both cry out. You’re so overworked and overstimulated from the past few hours that it’s almost painful.

But that kind of pain feels like ecstasy right now, so you instantly get to work rolling your hips and working you both to the end.

As you do, Harry continues to fight against the restraints, another fruitless attempt at reaching for you.

This is something else you’ve learned he loves. He loves to hold you. Pretty much at any given moment, but especially when you come.

You’d asked him about it before and he said the emotional intimacy was just as orgasmic and satisfying as the physical intimacy. And you’d laughed because it hadn’t made a whole lot of sense.

But having come so many times in the past day without him holding you has felt rather…unsatisfying.

Empty.

You realize now he was exactly right.

You surge forward and kiss him, and he moans into your mouth as though you’ve given him everything he’s ever needed. As if you’ve given him air in his lungs. As if this is what he’d really wanted.

One minute.

He’s already begging you not to leave him again, saying your name over and over and over as you attempt to shush him. As you promise to be good to him and let him fill you the way he loves to do.

Your hands scratch down his chest and he hisses at the sting but seems to revel in it. You know he likes the pain.

He likes to joke that he’s gonna get your marks tattooed on his chest permanently so he can always see them. Always show them off.

And you always laugh at this but deep down, you know he just might do it.

Right now, you want him to.

You scratch until he bleeds. Until the ruby red blood trickles down his chest and stains the tips of your fingers.

Until he’s whimpering again and thrusting up into you, searching for that release.

You’re both close. Both so fucking close that you can’t see anything else but the end. You can’t see reason, can’t see how tired you are, can’t see the point.

You just see him.

The timer goes off, the startling melody blaring from your phone speaker as you both jolt.

But this seems to be the perfect jumpstart for you because the second you hear it, you begin nodding fervently as you retake his face in your hands and whisper, “Now, baby. Now. Come for me right now. Please, Harry. Please, need to feel you. Need it, Har, God—”

It’s animalistic and virile the way he cries out for you. The way it fucking rips through him like a blade, forcing you along with it.

It’s everything.

Everything you’d been missing from the previous twenty-four hours, and this is so much better than coming alone.

You kiss him through each second, arms snaking around his neck to keep your bodies close.

And you hold him. You hold him the way he can’t hold you. You hold him as you both feel it, as you bathe in the euphoric bliss, as you live.

It feels like hours before you finally come back down and find yourself again. Until you can breathe, and blink, and move.

Your face nuzzles into Harry’s neck and he presses his cheek into your hair, keeping you close.

“How do you feel?” you whisper after a moment, pressing a chaste kiss to his sweaty skin.

He hums.

Chuckling to yourself, you pull yourself back so you can see him again, and the tired, faraway look in his eye makes your pulse stutter.

You reach out to brush your fingers through the damp curls, guiding them off his forehead as he nestles into your touch. “You okay, baby?”

More humming and nodding.

Your smile widens. “My sweet boy…little out of it, hm?”

He says nothing. He only relaxes against the headboard, seemingly content to have you sweep your hands through his hair for the rest of time.

You snort. “Okay, I’m gonna go grab the key and then grab us a snack. Guess we better shower, too—”

Suddenly, he’s sitting up, eyes going wide as you begin to crawl off his lap. “Wait, where…where are you going?”

“Told you,” you call over your shoulder as you make your way for the key on the desk. “Gonna let you go and then get some food.”

He blinks, almost as if trying to process your response.

However, you simply toss him a smile and return to the bed so you can set him free.

He doesn’t watch the key turn in the lock but instead watches your face. He watches your concentration as you attempt to keep him comfortable and pull him free as quickly as you can. He watches your nose scrunch and your brows furrow when it sticks before finally clicking. And he watches you gently drop his arms down to his sides before discarding of the metal restraints.

The moment he’s got use of his hands again, he uses them to grab onto you, and wrestle you onto the bed.

You laugh as you’re scooped up against his chest and rolled over until you’re on your back and he’s tucked into your side.

Now it’s his turn to bury his face in your neck as he takes a deep breath and lets you live within his lungs.

And you don’t exactly mind.

You stay there for the next few minutes, nails now gently scratching up and down his back to soothe him as he practically purrs.

You love these moments with him.

True to form, you eventually take hold of his wrists and bring them to your mouth, kissing along the angry, pink marks painted across the skin.

He returns to watching you do this, just as mesmerized by your tenderness as he was the first time.

And you exist together. Just like this.

Eventually, fatigue begins to catch up with you, and you’ll only feel truly rested if you’re fed and showered.

So, you begin to pull yourself out of his grasp, only to have him tighten his arms as he murmurs, “No. Stay.”

You chuckle as you dip down to press a kiss to his forehead. “We need to shower, Har, and then we can come back to bed.”

“No,” he whispers, eyes squeezing shut. “No. Don’t…don’t wanna move.”

His pleas are sweet, and you almost want to coo at him, but you know you need to make him eat something and let him clean himself up. He’ll feel so much better after he has, and you want that for him.

You wrangle yourself out from between his arms and stand from the bed. “Stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You practically skip to the kitchen, despite your weary muscles. You love what you two have. Love the incredible sex and the even more incredible connection.

You love him.

You’ve always loved him. As your best friend, as a partner, as a really great fuck.

He’s just…

Everything.

You make some toast and grab a glass of water before returning to the bedroom. You’ll have him take a few bites and then you’ll drag him to the bath so you both can unwind and talk.

This is another ritual of yours. After each scenario and experimentation, you devote some of the aftercare to talking about it. What worked, what didn’t. What you liked, what you’d prefer not to do again.

These are some of your favorite chats. There’s a certain vulnerability in admitting your preferences in such a way. Somehow more vulnerable than actually being naked with said person. At least for the two of you.

But he loves to hold you, your back against his chest, his fingers interlocked with yours. And you just…talk. Sometimes you’ll tease him about how good he is at something after having only done it one time.

And he’ll tease you about how you secretly love his inexperience because it makes you feel powerful.

Which it does. And you do.

So, today, you’re looking forward to having another one of these chats. You already anticipate some quippy remarks about how he’s not a fan of your methods and you can’t help smiling as you make your way for the bedroom.

When you arrive, you find that there’s something…off.

The boyish smile he usually sports after sex is nowhere to be found, instead replaced with a rather vacant, spaced-out expression.

You arrive at his side and slowly push the plate and drink toward him. “Har?”

He blinks, head rolling until he can slowly look up at you.

You feel your pulse stagger. “You okay?”

For a moment, he says nothing. Almost as if he’s running your question through in his mind.

And then…his eyes get glassy. His pretty, pink lips push into a pout, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Where did you go?” he murmurs, and instantly, your stomach drops. “You…you left. Wasn’t…I didn’t…”

You’ve never heard him speak like this. In such a desolate, forlorn way.

You place the food on the nightstand and immediately crawl back onto his lap. Your arms wrap around him and you hold onto him so tight, you’re surprised he can still breathe.

“I didn’t go,” you whisper, pressing kisses to his temple. “Promise. I’m right here.”

His large arms snake around your middle as well, fingerprints pressing indents into your sides as he squeezes just as tight.

Then, he disappears into your neck, mumbling something you don’t catch, but even still…it guts you.

You’ve never seen anyone in their subspace before. Especially not Harry. You yourself have only slipped maybe once or twice.

It’s an incredibly…intense experience. Can make you feel helpless in a sense. Completely dependent on one person, so far removed from yourself and from your consciousness that you don’t know anybody or anything else.

Truth be told, seeing Harry so…small is almost frightening. Because this need to protect him and keep him safe just about overwhelms you. You don’t want him to feel abandoned or scared or unsure.

You just…you want to keep him in your arms forever. Want to tell him that you’ll never leave him. That even if you did…you’d always come back.

“M’right here,” you tell him again, fingers stroking through the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Promise, promise, promise.”

You think he hums his contentment, but you can’t really hear him. You choose instead to believe that he’s relaxing as he loosens his grip on you and presses a kiss to your collarbone.

You lean back to see him. “Wanna take a bath with me?”

He seems intrigued with this, nodding quickly as you gingerly remove yourself from his body and help him off the bed.

Things are quiet for the next few moments. You start the water, crouching beside the tub so you can make sure the temperature is just right. And once it’s ready, you take Harry’s hand, and help him step over the ledge.

This time, he’s the one in your arms. Sitting between your legs, snuggled back against your chest.

It’s perfect.

You don’t rush to bathe him right away, instead allowing him to simply settle in your embrace as the hot water gently relaxes his muscles.

You don’t try to coax him back to you, either. You let him decide when he feels safe enough to slip out. To return to his own mind instead of yours.

But you do have to admit…you miss him. Miss the normally chatty and borderline annoying man you’ve come to tolerate.

“Har?” you murmur as you trickle some water down his chest.

He hums.

“Are you gonna let me find you soon?” you ask softly, lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

“Find me?”

“Yeah.” You drape both arms around his shoulders as your hands come to rest over his butterfly tattoo. “Wanna find you and take you to bed with me.”

The side of his mouth quirks up in a lazy smile. “Can always take me to bed with you.”

You grin, too. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His lashes flutter shut. “Don’t have to find me. M’always here.”

“…are you?”

He hums again.

You aren’t quite sure what that means but you don’t push it further. Whether he’s slipped out of his subspace or not, he’s still your Harry.

And your Harry needs all the love and attention you have to offer.

You stay in the bath for exactly twenty minutes longer before realizing you need to get him into bed before he falls asleep on you.

It’s a bit of a struggle to move him. He’s already half asleep, and very large, and very heavy.

But after wrangling him to the bedroom, you manage to tuck him in, and get him settled.

You’re not far behind. Physically and emotionally spent from the past twenty-four hours. He curls into your side once he realizes you’re there, and you fall asleep with the sounds of his soft breaths against your cheek.

Sometime in the night, you’re awoken by the feel of his thumb sweeping across your jaw. It’s gentle enough not to startle you, and you sigh sleepily as you blink the dreams from your eyes so you can see him.

He’s propped up on his arm as he stares down at you, continuing the tender caresses to your face.

“Hi,” you murmur.

“Hi,” he murmurs back. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you, I just…I wanted to see you. And I couldn’t wait until morning.”

You fight a grin as you slip your fingers around his wrist and give it a squeeze. “You’re very cute.”

“I know,” he replies teasingly, and you chuckle. “And…I wanted to thank you.”

Your head tilts. “Thank me? For what?”

He takes a moment to study you, a look of adoration on his face.

Then…he smiles.

“Finding me.”

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~ Teach Me pt. 1*

~ Show Me pt. 2*

~ Hurt Me pt. 3*

~ Feel Me pt. 4*

~ Love Me pt. 5*

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

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Rich H.S Part 8

Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. Phone sex, lunch and an interesting visit to a certain shop.

Warning: anal play, butt plug, fingering, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, daddy!kink

This is an age-gap romance, do not read if you don’t like it.

Word count: 22k+

Author’s note: Rich part 8 is here and I hope it's worth the wait. At a whopping 22k words and with a word doc that has reached 300 pages, the story is unfolding quite nicely. I know you all have been patient about who saw the two of them together and you'll have your answer at the end of this part. For more detail though... you'll have to wait for part 9. Enjoy my loves and thank you.

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“You’re joking!” Harry gaped; his head tilted back in laughter while his hand squeezed your thigh at the same time. The two of you had been sitting at that same table in front of Clancy’s for what felt like hours and barely 10 minutes at the same time. The ice cream shop and restaurant next door were both closed now, and you and Harry were the last few people still at the park.

“I’m not! Abbey came home to Lucy’s early Sunday morning and woke us all up even though we were severely hungover just so she could tell us about how terrible Will was. Said he ate her out for like a minute then ‘got a sore tongue’ and moved straight to doggy. She didn’t even come” you laughed back, your laughter going harder as Harry’s did.

Your legs had draped themselves over one of Harry’s legs at some point and he was taking full advantage of it, his hand on your thigh the entire time you were talking. The temperature outside was comfortable now, and the conversation had been flowing since he told you about Michael’s daughter. It was back and forth chatter that lasted way after you had finished your ice creams (and your seconds because Harry convinced you that you two could share a specialty sundae instead of a second scoop each), and it was full of laughter the entire time.

You loved this side of Harry and tonight felt like you were truly experiencing him at his happiest and most comfortable. You have had chats like this before, jokes and stories and sore bellies from laughter, but it hadn’t been for a long time.

Your mind kept going back to his reasoning for inviting you out, and the more you thought about it the more it hit you right in your heart. He wanted to spend time with you. Just time. No seducing or expectations of sex. The thought of that made you hurt and happy all at the same time and it was hard because the sight of Harry laughing like this, and the feeling you got inside when you spent time with him was something you wanted to experience every day for the rest of your life.

But he just didn’t feel the same.

That was the main problem, because frankly you’d try long distance in a heartbeat if he wanted to progress things with you. The other problem was the impending breakup you knew was coming. Was ‘breakup’ even the right term for two friends who decide to stop hooking up? Maybe not for Harry, but for you it fit perfectly because the entire ordeal was going to hurt like a fucking breakup and you knew it would take weeks to recover.

“Oh, fuck me” his laughter faded, and he shook his head, “can’t really burst his bubble and tell him he’s worse in bed than he thinks, can I?” His hand slid back into his hair, pushing it away from his face.

“No! God, Abbey would kill me if I told you.” Your eyes widened and you pressed your hand on his arm. “I forgot all about it until I saw him at your party, then it was all I could think about when I was looking at him” you let out a breathy laugh, tucking your hair behind your ear, “he proper ruined her fantasy of older men and made her go back to her ex for a hook-up. It was a whole disaster”

The corner of his mouth quirked in a smirk, and you just knew he was going to say something cheeky before it even left his mouth. “You can’t say the same, can you? About older men”

You bit your lip and looked away from him to try and hide the shiver that ran up your spine. You were definitely getting better at being flustered around him, and you didn’t stutter or completely freeze up all the time like you did in the beginning of your relationship. Still, his comment had you blushing; especially with his thumb rubbing back and forth on your thigh.

“I-no” you looked back at him to find him looking at you intently. You didn’t want to say anything else, because if you started talking, you’d admit that he not only ruined every other man on the planet for you, but also made you revaluate your entire stand on relationships in just four weeks. A magic cock on a magic man and you hated him for it.

“Just ‘no’, huh? Got nothing else to say to me, not even a little stroke of my ego?” he teased, leaning in closer and looking at you amused. You shook your head, biting down on your lip.

His eyes flickered down to them then back up to your eyes before he bit his own lip and looked around to see if anyone was around. You were the only ones there now, the park eerily empty. There was no way you’d be here at this time by yourself or even with friends due to fear of your safety, but that wasn’t even in your mind when Harry was around. You knew he’d protect you if anything happened.

You hummed out a no, but it only amused him further. “Alright then, I’ll make sure to get you to admit how good I fuck you next time” he smirked. Your chin instinctually tipped up to expose more of your neck when his hand came up to cup your jaw, his eyes darkening at the submissive action your body knew to do. “I love when you do that”

It felt like everything you two did ended up with his hand around your neck or your underwear slick with arousal. It was your bodies’ reaction to each other, and you just couldn’t control that. Even though tonight was meant to be purely innocent, Harry’s hand came up to wrap around the front of your neck anyway. You were practically begging for it, and who was Harry to say no?

He leaned in and gave you a kiss, not too deep yet nowhere near a peck. It was enough to leave you lightheaded, your lips tingly just from the touch alone. “Let’s head back, yeah? It’s getting quite late” he suggested, rubbing his thumb gently along the column of your neck. You nodded, “okay” before he lifted your legs off him and gently placed them on the ground so he could stand up.

You stood up as well and slid your phone into your back pocket. Unlike when you walked over to Clancy’s and he kept his distance, his arm came around and wrapped around you, his hand finding a home on your hip. You looked up at him, but he kept looking forward, like he didn’t want to address how close he had pulled your body to his.

This wasn’t normal behaviour. Friends don’t pull each other in like this and they certainly don’t kiss. It felt like the lines were blurring between romance and friendship, and it was all coming from Harry not you. You always felt too nervous to propose anything or make the first move. You felt brave in the car, and it felt like the right moment to kiss him, but for the most part you kept your distance when the two of you weren’t having sex.

Yet time and time again Harry was showing affection and kissing you and speaking to you like you were both in a relationship. His actions were total opposite to his words, and it was getting harder to ignore.

Just one more week. One more week.

At this point you were going to have to force yourself to sleep with someone else or date someone or something as soon as you got to uni, otherwise you’d be hung up on Harry for months.

“In you go, darling” Harry smiled, opening the car door for you and motioning for you to get inside. You smiled back and thanked him before getting into the car and doing up your seatbelt. He closed your door then walked around to his side, not doing his dad job like before.

“No jog?” you asked with a braised brow, making him give you a bit of a glare and pinch your thigh as he settled his hand on it after doing up his seatbelt.

“Don’t start with me”

The rest of the drive was quick, this time only one song being able to play all the way through before you made it into his driveway. The singing on the way to Clancy’s had turned into humming due to how tired you both were, the nights activities catching up with you.

Once you were both inside and you had gathered your things, you were looking forward to a nice sleep in your bed. Harry walked you to the front door before urging you to wait there as he spun on his heels and quickly went upstairs. You were confused on what he was doing because you had already double checked if you had all your stuff, and if you forgot something you could just grab it tomorrow.

You replied to a couple messages confirming plans for the weekend while you waited for him, the quick steps of his feet and the lighter taps of Archie behind him making your head flick up to the stairs where he was coming down. He had the same black shopping bag he brought home earlier today, and you could feel your face heat up at what you thought was inside.

“What’s this?” you asked, grabbing the bag from him.

“The plug. Take it home with you” he ran a hand through his hair, “I cleaned it earlier and put it in a cloth bag for you.”

“Why are you giving it to me?” your brows furrowed in confusion, “you bought it, isn’t it fair that you keep it?” you peered into the bag, seeing a small black fabric pouch that was housing the toy.

He shook his head and smirked a little, stepping closer to you and pressing his finger to the bottom of your chin to tilt it up so you were forced to look at him. “It’s yours. You’ll need it to train and get used to having something back here, understand? I’ve put a bottle of lube in the bottom to help” he asked, his other hand running down the side of your body and behind to squeeze your ass.

“Is that… is that for next time?” you stuttered, feeling your body heat up with what he was telling you to do. He wanted you to use it and more than once before the next time you slept together.

“Mhmm” he nodded, his palm sliding down the front of your neck briefly before he reached past you to open the front door. “Don’t worry though, darling. I’ll be giving you further instructions, so you know exactly what to do”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Further instructions? What did that even mean? Was he going to be breaking the once-a-week rule yet again?

“Further instructions?” you asked, stepping out onto the landing in front of his door. He pushed his tongue against his cheek and looked at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes, a look that made you nervous and excited all at the same time.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Now sleep well, love.” He reached out and cupped your face, his thumb running over your bottom lip quickly.

“Goodnight Harry”, you nodded and smiled, puckering your lips to kiss the pad of his thumb before you pulled away and begun walking down the steps to the path towards his gate. He leaned against the doorway with crossed arms and watched from the front door until you were at the gate, his eyebrow quirking in surprise when you suddenly stopped and spun to turn him. “Hey, Harry?”

“Yes?” he called back, having to raise his voice for you to hear him properly. His heart was beating erratically just seeing you look back with that perfect smile on your face. He fucking loved his smile… too much to be healthy if he was being honest.

“Thank you for tonight and the uhh, gift” you looked down at the bag then back at him, “I had a really good night”

He bit his lip to conceal his smile and nodded. “Me too. Now goodnight”

“Goodnight!”

Your breath was growing more laboured, heat flushing through your chest and up your neck to your face as you increased the speed of your vibrator on your clit. The scene flashed across your screen, moans and cries of simultaneous pain and pleasure coming out of your phone speaker at the low volume you had it on. It was loud enough for the sounds to invade your mind and twist and turn until the scene became you and Harry instead of two porn actors.

You rarely needed porn to masturbate anymore, not when you had so many recent memories with Harry to fill your mind and keep your entertained. Sometimes though, in moments where your imagination wasn’t enough, you resorted to porn. Tonight was one of those nights, where your mind was active, yet you needed the visual of your fantasy.

Harry had been on your mind since Thursday where he kissed you goodbye and handed you the vibrating plug he tortured you with to take home with you. He insisted that you’d need it but didn’t give you any other details even when you asked for them. You were just guessing at this point how you’d get the ‘further instructions’ he spoke about, but you knew they’d have to be coming within the next couple of days. For now your mind was filling in the blanks and adding scenes to the storyline.

The scene playing in front of you was rough and harder than Harry had been with you so far; the woman bare and bent over a table, her arms tied behind her back with rope twisted around them and wrapped around her torso also, a pretty pattern and knots that ensured that she’d stay still. Her legs were apart with her ankles tied to each table leg, keeping her spread open for the man behind her who was fucking into her like he didn’t care about her pleasure at all.

Her ass and the back of her thighs were beat red, handprints and whip marks along her skin that were going to leave deep purple bruises and make it hard for her to sit for days. The man would smack his palm against her skin in unpredictable hits, making it impossible for her to guess when they’d come next. With every smack a cry would leave her lips, her mouth parted, and cheek pressed to the table.

Despite the pain though, the actress loved it. She was begging for more, more pain, faster, harder thrusts and the man behind her would give in to her requests every time. There was balance and nothing was done in punishment, purely because she liked it and because he liked administering it.

It was easy for you to put yourself in her position and imagine that it was Harry behind you, his delicious growly voice spewing degradations and praise while he smacked you and fucked you liked he hated you. He’d call you his nasty little slut and dig his fingers into your hips so hard they’d bruise from the pressure alone. Then as soon as you were both finished he’d immediately go soft, untying you and drawing you into his arms.

He'd hold you and gently caress you and make sure you were okay. Then when you were ready, he’d bring you to the bathroom and you’d shower together. He’d relish in your marked skin as he gently applied cream to help with the pain and bruising. He’d kiss you and feed you and treat you like you were a delicate flower, even if he was bruising you and making you cry minutes earlier.

Was it sick that you were about to come at the thought of Harry’s aftercare rather than the main event itself?

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt your orgasm start to approach, coincidentally in time to the ending of the porn scene where the couple’s moans and screams of pleasure were increasing in volume as their approached their highs. But before you could push past the threshold, the video suddenly turned off and the loud ringing of your phone echoed through the room.

The sudden increase in volume startled you, your suction vibrator popping off and your body suddenly completely edged off the orgasm you were about to have.

“For fucks sake” you groaned, looking at the caller id and expecting to ignore it then go back and finish yourself off. When you saw the name there, your eyes widened in shock and you quickly turned your vibrator off, sitting up in your bed and turning on your bedside lamp like you had just been doing something wrong.

Harry Styles

It felt like your mind was playing tricks on you, especially when your eyes flickered to the time and saw that it was way past 2am. Harry was never up this late, ever. Well, there were a couple times that you were woken up in the middle of the night because he was still making some one-night stand scream his name, but other than that he had a strict sleeping routine.

So why was he awake and why was he calling you? He rarely called you as there wasn’t much that had to be said between you that couldn’t be said when he saw you after work, so the fact that he was calling you now stressed you out.

Your mind went to the conversation you had with him Thursday, where he’d be giving you ‘further instructions’. Was this it? You were nervous to find out, but you knew he would get upset if you ignored the call, so it felt like the safer option to answer it. You could play it off as you being asleep, but somehow you knew Harry would figure out that you weren’t.

You let it ring a couple more times before you finally answered, putting it on speaker and down on the bed as you just stared at the sight of Harry’s name on your phone. “Hello?” You cringed at how awkward you sounded, your voice breathy from your ruined orgasm.

“Hello darling. You sound a bit breathless there, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything?”

Fuck. Your eyes looked out the window where you had yet to close the blinds. You liked the moonlight shining in while you were still awake. It also let you see Harry’s bedroom window and if he was awake or not. It wasn’t in a creepy way, and you didn’t stalk the man, but you were always curious when he was in his bedroom.

Maybe it was a comfort thing, that you were both in your own bedrooms at the same time, rooms adjacent to each other with less than 10m between you. Or maybe it was just a stalker tendency to be curious about his whereabouts.

You could see dim light coming from his room, where his blinds were also open. You couldn’t see in due to the sheer drapes he had on the inside of his block out curtains, but you guessed he was in bed just like you. You wished you were there with him, lying beside him and feeling his warm body heat against yours…

“No! Nothing at all, just ran upstairs from getting water and it puffed me out” it was an embarrassing lie, and you pressed the ball of your hand to your forehead in utter disbelief at the word vomit coming out of your mouth. It just felt so unnatural being on the phone with him, you didn’t know what to do or say.

“Are you lying to me?” he chuckled, already knowing the answer.

He stood up from his bed and walked to the window, placing his phone that was also on speaker on the sill and looking through his sheers and across to your window. You didn’t have anything on them aside from blackout curtains, but due to them being open he could see right in. He wasn’t sure if you knew that, and from this angle he couldn’t see much except for the foot of your bed, but still.

“N-no” you stuttered, eyes closing. “Why are you calling Harry, it’s quite late.” you decided to change the subject, needing to get away from the topic of your masturbation, even if he didn’t know you were doing it.

“Couldn’t sleep… and I was thinking about you”

“Thinking about me?” your eyes opened again, and they flicked to the window. You could see the shadow of his body now; the knowledge of him standing there sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes” he breathed, his voice growing huskier.

It was true. He had been thinking about nothing else except the sight of your pussy stretched around his cock and the way you took him so well, even despite the plug in your ass. It had him hard in the shower this morning and during his afternoon golf game and hard again now at 2am in the morning, even after he had made himself come twice today because of it.

You made him utterly insatiable, and if he could he’d have you sneak over so he could fuck you. You probably could do it without anyone seeing, but something in Harry stopped himself from inviting you to do just that. Maybe it was the failed once-a-week rule he set in place, or the fact that he planned dinner for Tuesday and wanted to make himself suffer a bit more before he had you again. Delayed gratification if you would.

“I keep thinking about Thursday and it kept me awake… I just can’t get the picture of your pretty pussy stretched around my cock with that toy in your ass…” He couldn’t help but reach down and squeeze himself through his boxers, letting out a small groan at the pleasure “Don’t think I’ll ever forget it, really”

You bit your lip at the sound of his breathy voice and that gorgeous groan, it had your core clenching like it craved Harry’s cock. Still, you couldn’t believe that he was initiating phone sex with you and fuck did you love it. You had done it a couple times through texting, sending nudes and dirty talk, but never a phone call.

Just the thought had your heart pounding in your chest and your body growing hot. You were still so unbearably horny from the loss of your orgasm and here Harry was, replacing your artificial stimulation with the real thing from the object of your desires. “Harry… I-I haven’t stopped thinking about it either”

“Yeah? Had my cock so fucking hard all day baby, wish you could come here right now and fix it and make it all better. Know you would too, wouldn’t you? Because you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Harry could hear the faintest whimper through his phone, and the sound of rustling sheets.

You squeezed your thighs tight together, trying to release some of the tension in your clit. Knowing how turned on he was because of you made you feel so goddamn good about yourself. It always did. You wished you could see his eyes right now and the way he’d look at you so intensely and with raw hunger.

“Mhmm” you managed to whimper back, too nervous to say anything else.

“I know, darling… Now tell me, are you as wet between those gorgeous thighs of yours as I’m hard? Because ‘m so fucking hard, honey. Hurts how hard you’ve got me” he squeezed himself again, a shuddered breath leaving his mouth. “Tell me”

“Yes” you whimpered, “I’m so wet Harry” you took in a deep breath, your hand trailing down to your thigh as you decided to just go for it and let go of any doubts. You were worried about saying something stupid, or just not knowing what to say at all. Texting was different because you could plan and think about it more. This… this was all in real time. You let Harry take control of the dirty talk in bed, so now that it had become shared because it was over the phone it felt out of your comfort zone.

“I lied earlier…I was touching myself before you called. I never got to come and now it hurts, hurts so bad for you, Harry. I want you so bad”

“Aw, did I interrupt your orgasm baby? Did you get close then had it all ripped away?” he teased mockingly, walking away from the window with his phone and getting back on his bed. You heard the bed creak through the phone and rustling as he settled back into his head with his back to his headboard.

Harry knew as soon as you answered the phone that that’s what you were doing. He could tell the difference between your different breaths like it was simple maths, and just by your breathy tone he knew you had been masturbating. But you didn’t know that, at least not yet.

“Yes… you called right as I was about to finish” you whined, settling back on your back and staring at the ceiling. He thought about his next words as he lifted his hips to shove his boxers down his thighs and kick them off his legs, so he was naked on his bed, his hardened cock finally free from its restraints.

“Tell me all about it y/n, wanna know just what my little angel has been up to”

Your eyes closed at his words. Every pet name he came up with for you made you melt. Time and time again he could quite literally call you anything and you’d crumble to pieces. Angel, love, little girl, slut, whore, you fucking loved every one of them.

You could feel your nipples pebble as your mind went back to what you were doing no longer than five minutes ago. “I-I kept thinking about you and what we would do at our last dinner. I was so horny I found a video and used it to make myself come… well, at least attempt to”

“A video hmm? And what was this video about?”

You could barely say it. Even thinking back to the video had you feeling nervous and even slightly embarrassed. Fantasies shouldn’t make you feel embarrassed, and you knew Harry wouldn’t make you feel that way if you told him. Still, your body was feeling hot, and it wasn’t from arousal.

“I… I don’t know” you sputtered out.

“You don’t know?” he chuckled dryly into the phone, “I think we both know that’s a lie, angel. Now tell me.”

“Harry…” you whined, pressing your hands to your cheeks.

“Why are you acting like I haven’t fucked you in every room of my house, baby? Like you haven’t had my cum on your face and squirted on my bed? I’ve seen your body from every angle darling, and not once have I shamed you for it. You can tell me, I won’t judge” he asked the questions in a soothing tone, nothing condescending, only a bit teasing but not in a cruel way.

“Okay…” he was right. He had carried you to the toilet then helped you stand to wash your hands after like it was nothing, yet here you were struggling to explain a porn video you were watching. “It was a girl-well, woman really. She was bent over a table, with rope kinda twisted around her arms and legs and tied to the table. I’m not-I’m not sure what that’s called” you swallowed the lump in your throat, keeping your eyes shut as your body started to relax into the memory.

“Shibari?” he interrupted softly, not in a rude way, but in more of kind way to help fill in the blanks. He could tell you were nervous about it, your voice wavering like you could barely get through the words.

Harry was keenly interested in what about shibari had you curious. Was it the rope itself, what it would feel like on your skin and that sensation? Or was it the restriction and being at the complete mercy of the other person, something which you two had dabbled in before.

“Yes” the word flashed in your mind like a lightbulb moment, “Yes, that’s it”

“What else was happening?” Harry couldn’t help but spit in his hand and wrap it around the base of his cock, trying to relieve the ache from how hard he was.

“A guy was fucking her from behind, really rough, and hitting her… whipping her too.” He could hear the change in your breath when you got to this part, the spanking and whipping. Your tone had changed from nervous to aroused, that sweet breathiness he heard when you first picked up the phone back in your voice.

“Oh, yeah? Did she have pretty bruises everywhere, little red marks?”

“Yes”

“And was she crying? Screaming out of pain and pleasure? Was she begging for more y/n?”

“Yes… yes, yes”

“Did you like watching that, baby? Seeing someone be manhandled and love it? Bet she looked right at home, didn’t she?” his voice was so smooth and buttery, and with every gentle word and hum you could feel yourself slipping under his control. ‘Daddy’ was on the tip of your tongue and if he even commanded you to do one thing that name would be slipping off the tip and whimpered into the phone.

“She did… and I-I did… It got me so wet Harry” your hand slipped down to your mound, so tempted to to rub your clit. You stopped yourself before you got there, knowing that now that Harry was present, he was in control and if you wanted to touch yourself, you’d have to ask.

“Oh I bet it did, angel. You know I can do all that stuff to you if you want me to. I can tie you up all pretty… I can fuck you and make you cry, and I can make as many pretty bruises as you like. Makes me so fucking hard just thinking about it, y/n. Just want to stretch your ass with m’cock and bruise you all at the same time, have you so fucked out you can’t even think” He groaned at the end, tugging up on his cock and rubbing his thumb over his head. He was intensely sensitive from his previous orgasms during the day, so he was trying to go gentle so he’d last through the rest of the phone call.

“Please, Harry” you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together. You were waiting for him to give permission for you to touch yourself, and until then you were trying not to scream.

“I will, don’t you worry baby. Until then though, do you want to play with me? Want to cum for me and show me what a good girl you can be?” that’s all it took. A simple good girl and your head was entirely gone, and ‘daddy’ was spilling from your lips.

“Yes, Daddy. Please”

A groan tumbled from his mouth at the word, and he suddenly knew just how desperate you were and how far gone your head was. It did something sick to Harry’s brain, knowing he could have you completely under his control when he wasn’t even in the same house as you, nor could you see him.

“Go get the plug and lube I gave you then, honey. We’re gonna get your ass all stretched f’me, would you like that?” he had to remove his hand from his cock, slightly panting at how close he already was. He knew there’d be a bite when he came for his third time today, a painful sting with every spurt of his cum, yet he was eagerly excited for it,

Harry loved pain.

“Yes” you nodded eagerly even if he couldn’t see then quickly got up from the bed to your walk-in-robe where you had stashed the little black bag. Your room wasn’t as big as Harry’s, but after your parents decided that one child was enough, they renovated your room to include a walk-in-robe and ensuite. That was another reason you liked being home rather than at university, your room at home had more space and storage than the student accommodation you rented.

Your parents were adamant about paying for your accommodation, something you were incredibly grateful for. They made sure you had the best option with your own kitchenette and bathroom so you wouldn’t have to share the communal space of the building, another blessing.

You were extremely lucky in your upbringing, and if it weren’t for your parents aid you wouldn’t have been able to afford to pick your top university and move away for it because of how expensive it was. There were good universities near your house, but the courses weren’t exactly what you wanted.

You had a good relationship with your parents and enjoyed your neighbourhood and being by the beach; that and your room were key reasons you liked being home. But you also loved the independence and space you got living by yourself. It was an incredible opportunity that you didn’t want to pass up on when it was offered to you, and with a commute that was only a couple hours from home, it didn’t seem like something unrealistic.

Your parents looked after your rent , and you paid for everything else which you were extremely happy with. With all the money you had been saving from working with Harry, most which was going towards a Summer away in Europe, you wouldn’t have to stress as much if you couldn’t work as much at the café. It was your final and toughest year and you wanted to enjoy it as much as you could.

After getting the bag and settling back onto your bed, you were waiting for Harry’s instruction. “I got it”

“Good girl darling, now do exactly as I say. Understand?”

“Yes…” you emptied the bag out beside you on the bed, grabbing the plug and placing it on top of the fabric bag on your bed.

“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Good girl… now spread those pretty legs of yours and put some lube on two fingers f’me. Make sure they’re properly soaked, okay?”

“Okay…” you breathed, resting your back against your headboard before opening the bottle of lube and squeezing it down over your pointer and middle finger. After how much lube Harry used on you last time, you made sure they were both coated, the lube dripping down the back of your hand. “Done”

“Good, now rub those fingers over your little hole darling. Do not touch that pretty cunt of yours, you’re not allowed to until later, understand?” he said firmly, reaching down to squeeze his balls. The feeling made his leg jerk and a shuddered breath leave his mouth.

“Yes, daddy” you breathed, digging your fingers from your left hand into your thigh while the other travelled down to circle your ass and coat it with lube. Just the pressure had you sighing, knowing how good it was going to feel to have your fingers inside you. You had never experimented with anal by yourself before and it felt kind of strange when you had only felt Harry’s touch there before. “D-done”

He could hear your breath getting heavier again and the thought made him smile. “Slip a finger inside of yourself, y/n. Make sure you’re relaxed and if you need more lube, get it. You don’t need to ask, just get more if you need it. Want it to feel good for you…”

“Mhmm” you replied, pushing the tip of your pointer finger against your entrance until it slipped past the tight rim of muscles.

It slid in easily, the fullness making you flutter your eyes close. It was almost quicker when you did it on yourself and you were able to relax better because you knew exactly when everything was going to happen. When Harry did it there was so much anticipation, you couldn’t help but tense up at every movement he made.

“Start moving it when you’re ready, not too fast, not to slow. Experiment, try and find that spot inside of you”

You did just as told and started thrusting your finger in and out. The movement grew easier and smoother the more you did it, but even as you curled your finger to try and reach that spot, you just couldn’t. “Can I add another, Daddy? Please” you whispered, the silence of your room deafening.

“Go on baby. Asked so nicely too, just so good f’me” he praised, wrapping his hand around his cock again at the sound of your breathy voice. “Got my hand wrapped around my cock for you, angel. Just get me so fucking hard”

You moaned quietly at his words, careful not to be too loud while pushing your middle finger into you. The stretch was slightly painful, but you enjoyed it and started moving both of your fingers together. After doing it with Harry a couple days ago you weren’t as nervous about how it would feel or what to expect, and it was easier to get adjusted quicker.

“I wish I could touch you, Daddy. I’ve-I’ve missed you” you breathed, the words tumbling out naturally. You did miss him. It had only been three days and yet you yearned for his cock to be inside you again.

Harry’s heart started beating erratically in his chest. Just knowing that you wanted to please him made his entire body ache for you. “Me too, y/n. You always know exactly how to please me… with your hand, your mouth, that pretty pussy of yours. Just fucking perfect f’me. Always” he let out a groan as he tightened his fist around his length, sliding upwards to stimulate his head.

You whimpered in reply and grabbed the bottle of lube again, squeezing it over your ass and ring finger. “Can I add another, please?”

“Mhmm” he agreed, “Tell me… How does it feel?”

“Full, so… full” you whispered, pushing your ring finger against your rim. The squeeze was tighter this time and it made you wince as your fingertip pushed past the muscles. After taking a minute to adjust you pushed it deeper then was soon thrusting all of them inside you.

“Bet it is baby. Gonna feel even fuller when it’s my cock inside you, you’ll be so fucking stretched out f’me”

“Yes, fuck… yes” you moaned, your thighs tensing and eyes screwed shut as your ass got accustomed to your three fingers. You still couldn’t feel real pleasure, just fullness from the stretch. Your fingers just weren’t as long as Harry’s but knowing that the plug was definitely going to reach there made you feel good, nonetheless. “I wish your fingers were inside me right now, Harry. Doesn’t feel as good as when you do it”

“I know, no one does it like I do, do they? Not even your fingers can compare to mine, can they?” he smirked, moving his hand slowly up and down his length while your words going straight to his ego and his cock. Fucking hell did he love praise. Knowing that you weren’t feeling as good as when he did it was like the ultimate praise.

“Uhuh” you agreed, your other hand creeping to where your clit was aching for attention. “You do it too good, Daddy”

It was just like last time but worse. Worse because this time you were already edged before you started playing with Harry, so your clit was sensitive and needy. You could feel it pulse for attention, but you stopped yourself before touching there. Realistically, Harry wouldn’t even know if you touched yourself, but you hated the idea of doing something against his permission.

He had specifically told you not to touch so you couldn’t let him down. You wanted to be good for him.

“Want me to play with you, pet? There’s a way for me to do that all the way from over here, y’know?”

“T-there is?”

“Did you already forget, darling? Already that fucked out n dumb?...” he chuckled, his mocking tone going straight to your clit. His hand continued working languidly on his cock, so soft and teasing he was struggling not to shake with sensitivity. “How about you put the plug inside now. Know you can do it”

You had forgotten about the Bluetooth feature of the toy, which was dumb considering you had been thinking about it since it happened. In the moment you were just so focused on the fact that it would reach that pleasure spot inside you that you forgot Harry could control it from far away.

“Yes, daddy…” you breathed, letting out a small gasp when you pulled your fingers out.

“Apply more lube on your ass and on the toy, baby, okay? Go slow, as slow as you need so you don’t hurt yourself” he warned, breaking off from his cock and panting at how tight his core felt, his abs aching. He had practically been edging himself over and over and it was getting hard to not just make himself come. But he wanted to wait, and he had enough self-restraint to do it.

You did exactly that and applied more lube to your hole and the toy. You were a bit nervous to be doing it yourself, but you were so goddamn horny you didn’t care. You pressed the end of the toy to your ass, the tip slipping in easily due to how stretched you were from your fingers. When you got to the widest part you let out a whimper of pain and paused to try and collect your breath. Your hands were shaking and your chest heaving out of desperation.

“Take it easy baby, you’re doing such a good job… Being such a good girl for me, princess, just take it slow and try and relax” his voice soothed, instantly calming your body. Harry had a way of calming you down. His voice alone could get you horny then calm two seconds later.

You pressed the toy harder against you, the sting of the stretch making your toes curl and your thighs tense. Although it hurt, it only made you wetter and the bite of pain went straight to your clit and hardened your nipples. Your arousal was dripping down to coat the toy, adding natural lubrication to what you were doing.

“Harry” you whimpered, gasping when the toy finally pushed past your muscles and left the flared end sticking out, the end pushing right against that pleasure spot inside you. It made your entire body tense up, your fingers pressing against the base of the toy to push it harder against that spot and send sparks of pleasure through your body. “It’s in… fuck” you gasped, your left hand fisting the bedding beside you.

“Good job, darling. Knew you could do it” his voice rasped, his mind imagining how wet you were and how pretty you would’ve looked with the toy in your ass. He swallowed the lump in his through and fisted his cock again, biting on his lip to stifle the loud moan he wanted to let out. “Now fuck yourself with it.” His command was simple yet sent shivers down your spine.

“O-okay” you replied softly, grabbing the end of the toy and pulling it out slightly.

The stretch of pulling the toy back part the widest point had you groaning quietly and once you started to thrust it in and out, every movement hitting that spot inside of you had you barely containing your noise. You were usually good at keeping quiet while masturbating, not wanting to be caught by your parents, but it just felt too good that you couldn’t keep quiet.

“Oh my god” you moaned, slamming your hand over your mouth to try and muffle the noise as your hips bucked to meet your own movements. You fucked it into yourself faster, your back arching at how good it felt.

“Bet it feels good, doesn’t it? Feeling something big fuck into your ass. Just think what my cock will feel like, longer and bigger. I’m gonna fuck you so good baby, I’ll have you drooling into the bed and so fucking dumbed out you can’t speak. Bet you’d love that wouldn’t you? All you’re gonna think about is my cock in your ass and nothing else…” he loved hearing you moan and with the sounds of the toy fucking in and out through the wetness of the lube had his mind going crazy. He wished he was there to see it, and if you two didn’t have only one more night together he’d definitely arrange for you to touch yourself in front of him.

“Yes… please” you couldn’t say anything else and just fucked the plug in and out of you faster. You knew you couldn’t cum with just that stimulation alone, but it didn’t stop you from trying. Harry’s dirty talk was sending you over the edge and your mind was going in circles and waves and all different shapes of crazy over it.

“Love hearing you moan, darling. Sound so fucking sweet” Harry sighed, moving his hand up and down his cock. He reached for his phone and got up the ‘Lovense’ app before activating the plug. Without warning, he slid his finger up on the screen, turning the vibrations all the way up to the highest setting.

“Oh my god!” you cried out, biting down on your hand as your legs slammed closed at the sensation and your spare hand fisted the duvet beside you. The vibrations had your entire body shaking, Harry playing with the different modes and speeds so quickly you could barely have a breather before the intensity was turned up again and you were trying not to scream into your hand.

While Harry couldn’t see you, he could definitely hear you and he picked up on every change in muffled noise and every groan and every movement you made on the bed. “Daddy please!” you begged, lifting your hand off your mouth and grabbing onto your breast instead, pinching your nipple to try and distract from the never-ending edging he was putting you through.

You just couldn’t cum without g-spot or clitoral stimulation, but the anal plug still felt so incredible your entire body was feeling pleasure. The pleasure and intensity of the vibrations felt like it was pushing and pushing your body towards orgasm but never getting there. You knew it would be like last time, where it would barely take a minute to cum if you touched your clit.

“Please… please, please, please Daddy. Let me touch my clit” you begged incessantly, your head thrashing against the headboard like you could practically taste your orgasm. It was so close… so fucking close yet you just couldn’t reach it.

“Do it. Make yourself come for me, baby. Let me hear who made you feel this fucking good” he rasped, moving his hand faster along his cock and finally with more purpose. He knew it wouldn’t be long before you came, and after prolonging his own orgasm for so long he was feeling desperate and wanted to try and time his with yours.

Your left hand met your clit instantly, a bit clumsy because it was your non-dominant hand, but you didn’t want to mix bacteria and put the fingers just in your ass anywhere near your clit. It didn’t really matter that it was clumsy movements though, because your clit was so sensitive even a little brush of your fingers had you spiralling toward an orgasm.

“Daddy… I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come” you repeated, your voice whiny and breathless.

Your back arched high off the headboard and your eyes screwed shut as you rubbed haphazard circles along your clit. The vibrating in your ass didn’t stop once and was kept on the highest setting. You could practically feel the vibrations against your g-spot too and the pleasure was overwhelming and everywhere in your body all at once.

“Me too, baby. Fuck, gonna come so fucking hard for you. Get myself all messy for you” he grunted, his chest heaving and abs aching as he finally touched himself with purpose and was already feeling the tightening in his cores and thighs as his orgasm barrelled towards him.

“Uhuh, want it. Want your cum so bad daddy… ugh I’m coming… I’m coming!” you turned your head and bit down on your own arm, burying your face into the crook of your elbow to try and muffle your screams of pleasure.

“Fuck, gonna give it to you. Gonna give it all to you… y/nn” he quickly focused his attention around the head of his cock, stimulating just the right spot to get him coming hard and fast. Finishing off with a loud groan of your name, his head tipped back against his headboard and eyes closed as his cum spurt out against his stomach and chest. He barely had time to try and contain it due to how fast his orgasm approached. It felt like he was coming for ages, the painful pleasure making him moan and whimper out loud without care.

“Harry! Fuck, turn it off” you begged, his orgasm distracting him from the fact that he had to turn off the vibrations.

“Sorry, sorry” he repeated, immediately turning it off.

Both of you were completely breathless and panting into the air as you came down from your own highs. You slumped to the side and just laid in a semi-foetal position as your thighs shook from the pleasure you had just experienced. You still felt so full, and your clit was pulsing like you were still coming.

“That was fun” you sighed after feeling like you were slowly returning to earth again.

“It was” he chuckled back, cleaning up the cum on his stomach and fist with a tissue. You had to clean yourself up as well and had planned to take the plug out in the shower for an easy clean up, but you didn’t want to move just yet.

There were a few minutes of comfortable silence before he spoke up again. “Are you free for lunch tomorrow?”

The question suddenly slammed you back into the ground, your eyes opening fast and looking at the phone like it had suddenly grown arms and legs. You were thankful he didn’t see your facial expression because the ‘what the fuck’ expression was clear as day and you didn’t feel like explaining why you were so shocked.

Lunch? Lunch? This fucker wants to have lunch with you?

“Lunch?” you repeated.

“Yes, lunch. Then dinner on Tuesday night, our last dinner together”

“Aren’t you working tomorrow? And Tuesday is a bit early in the week for our dinner, don’t you think? I thought you might’ve picked Thursday or Friday” you replied, confused with both of his questions.

It just didn’t make sense for him to pick such an early day during the week for your last night together. In fact, you almost wanted to say no. if you had your last night on Tuesday then you’d be pining over him and horny until Sunday when you saw him again and that didn’t sound like fun.

And lunch? On a work day? It felt like an alien had infected Harry’s body.

“Yes I’m working tomorrow, you can come by my office at 2pm and we’ll have lunch. As for dinner I think Tuesday is perfectly suitable, I’ve already booked a restaurant in the city for us” he replied, like it was a simple fact that he was just telling you.

Your mind was being pulled in two directions, one what-the-fucking over his lunch proposal and the other completely winded by the fact that he booked a restaurant for your last dinner together. The 180 from someone who wanted this a complete secret and created a once-a-week rule for that exact reason to now having you visit his office and him take you out for lunch and dinner was crazy. So crazy you didn’t know what to do except agree to both proposals.

Harry wouldn’t understand your confusion or why his offers were so emotionally draining for you, and it felt like there was no use asking more questions when it was basically 3am and you were tired and not in the mood to try and explain the confusion. To explain would expose your feelings and that’s definitely not what you wanted.

“That actually sounds really nice, Harry. Thank you. What should I wear tomorrow?” you replied, closing your eyes again.

“Wear whatever you like, it’ll be a casual lunch. Not too fancy” he shrugged, grabbing his phone and getting up from his bed to walk into his ensuite.

“Okay, I’m looking forward to it” you let out a loud yawn and resisted the urge to fall asleep. You still had to shower and remove the plug, but your body was tired and comfortable in its position.

“Me too darling” he smiled before yawning back into the phone after catching yours. You smiled at how cute it sounded and you suddenly wished you could see it in person. You wished you were in his bed right now instead of yours and was able to receive all the doting affection of his aftercare. It felt cold and stale in your own bed without the warm touch of his hands. “Make sure you go to the bathroom and shower, okay? Need to get everything cleaned up so you’re safe”

“I know, I’m going to get up in a minute” you replied, yawning again.

“Would you like me to stay on the phone while you do so, you’re sounding a bit sleepy and I don’t want you falling asleep before you take care of yourself” Harry walked over to his shower and turned it on, turning the handle towards warm so it would heat up before he went in. His house always stayed cool so he was able to take a warm or even hot shower and be comfortable all year round. There was nothing like a hot shower for Harry, especially right before bed and after a delicious orgasm.

“It’s okay, Harry. Don’t worry I’m getting up now” you replied, forcing yourself up with a little huff before taking your phone with you as you stood up from the bed and waddled to the bathroom, setting your phone down on the bench.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you alone if I don’t have to. I’m more than happy to even just leave the call going while we shower individually? Don’t even have to talk if you don’t want to” Harry hated that he wasn’t with you to look after you. Aftercare was important, not only for you but him too, and missing out on that didn’t sit right with Harry. Even phone sex deserved aftercare, especially since you slipped into a semi-sub space and floated with the fairies for a bit.

“I’m okay Harry, promise” you assured him, actually needing the shower by yourself to decompress after his invitation for tomorrow. It was so sweet that he was looking out for you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit special with how accommodating he was being. You looked at the screen and smiled at the mere presence of Harry’s name on your phone. You loved it.

“Alright darling” he breathed, running a hand goodnight through his hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Goodnight Harry, sleep well”

“You too, love”

“So… how’s the hunt for a new dogsitter going?” Ethan asked the question casually, sipping on his coffee and peering over the desk at Harry whose sole focus was his computer screen. There was a discrepancy in this month’s budget, money that was unaccounted for and while Harry didn’t work in the finance department, being a high-ranked executive in the firm meant that money missing was a huge fucking problem and that he’d be alerted about it at some point.

Harry was the type of person that liked to get his work done sooner rather than later, and he’d rather have this problem come to him now than in a week’s time when no one else was able to solve the issue. Time is money and he hated wasting it more than anything. Ethan knew this, which is why he took it to Harry as soon as he found the issue.

Harry would’ve had to be one of the richest and money-smart people Ethan knew. He had investments upon investments upon investments. Some were physical, like his houses in Melbourne and back in London as well as his Italian villa in Tuscany and the many sports cars he had. The others were liquid; stocks, and positions on boards of companies he didn’t need to put any work in, only a vote once a month in some cases.

Then there was his silent investment in his favourite pastime, the investment he got the most pleasure out of.

Harry owned a third of ‘Pleasing’, a secretive yet highly successful sex club in the heart of Melbourne city. It was a new investment, one that he wanted since the first time he visited the club man years ago, yet only obtained when he moved here. The monthly membership was in the thousands and for good reason too. It was frequented by many celebrities, politicians, and old-money fuckers who needed something to throw their cash at and explore their wildest desires.

Some came with lovers; others came to find a lover in another member of the club. You could come and watch the many live performances or star in one yourself; any desire and kink could be explored all under the safety and comfort in knowing that no one could speak about anything they saw.

Secrecy was the club’s top priority; phones are handed in at the front desk, NDAs are signed by both guests and workers and if anyone is caught sharing stories or breaking any rules there is a permanent ban on their membership. Three strike rules don’t apply. One strike and you’re out, and that’s how the club stays successful and safe.

Harry was a silent partner in the club, as he had no interest in working in the same place he went to seek pleasure. Although he rather enjoyed reaping the benefits of being part owner. He usually went to burn off some steam and distract himself for the night, something that he had zero interest in since the day he was inside you for the first time, but being able to walk in whenever he wanted and get first dibs in whatever area he liked was a perk.

He had thought about taking you there, a whole fucking lot if he was truly honest. But when he thought about it a little more, he quickly pushed it into the ‘not a good idea’ box in his head. You had been receptive to everything he proposed so far, and he knew he’d be able to do a lot more with you based on your submissive traits and what the two of you had done already. But some of the things that went on in that club were too much even for you, and selfishly Harry didn’t want to share you with anyone else, nor did he want them to see your pleasure in any capacity.

Even if he did want to take you there, there wasn’t enough time left for you two anyway. A blessing in disguise Harry might say, because if he got you in that club and saw that you liked it, he feared he’d never let you leave. He’d destroy you and have no issues carrying you home and gluing the pieces back together.

“Hmm? What dog sitter?” Harry asked absentmindedly, barely registering Ethan’s question as he tapped his pen to his bottom lip.

The money had to be somewhere. A quarter of a million dollars doesn’t just get up and walk out of a bank account. Sometimes the database glitches or lags and doesn’t processed transactions until days after the money is taken out, and only then would there be a record of where the money went. He was sure it was just that, but he still had to investigate it.

“Y/N. She leaves for university at the end of this week, right?”

“Yes, she does. I’ve been looking around, but no one’s good enough.” He replied, dropping the pen to the desk while keeping his eyes on the computer. They flickered down to the bottom right corner where the time was, and he was silently thanking God that you’d be in his office within half an hour instead of just in his conversation with Ethan.

Between this money issue and Ethan’s illy timed question reminding Harry that you’d be gone come Monday, he really fucking needed a pick-me-up. Seeing your pretty face was the perfect solution, especially with what happened last night and what he had planned for you two today. Lunch was the first stop, but not the only stop like he told you.

He had a full night planned for the two of you tomorrow night, and he needed to go shopping to get some items that would be required for your evening together. He felt like seeing you squirm today, so it seemed perfectly logical to take you along with him. Besides, he was rather looking forward to seeing you try things on and pick out certain toys that you wanted him to use on you.

This sexual relationship wasn’t just what Harry wanted to explore with you, so he wanted to make sure that on your final night together you’d be able to try as many things as you wanted and haven’t so far. He knew you’d get all shy and flustered, but with enough of a push you’d be telling him exactly what you wanted, and he’d give in to every command.

The fact that tomorrow night was your last night together hadn’t really clicked with Harry yet. It might’ve been the fact that he was on the phone with you last night that distracted him, or the fact that he was spending time again with you today. He was trying not to think about it at all to be honest, because every time he did, he felt an ache in his chest and this pulsing noise in his head telling him to try and convince you to stay.

He didn’t want you to go, that was the bottom line. As much as he wished he didn’t feel that way, he did. Trying to make up for lost time during this last week seemed like the best way of sating Harry’s desire to see you all the time, and it seemed to be working because it gave him something to focus on rather than what would happen come Monday. He feared though, that at the same time it would make him used to your company outside of your arrangement and job, and that it would be a lot harder to say goodbye.

When he told Max about this feeling he had when he thought about you leaving, he immediately regretted telling her at all. She went back to the idea of him liking you romantically, and how this ‘pain’ was rather emotional hurt because he liked you as more than a friend.

He didn’t agree with her in that moment, not wanting to have to talk about an issue he had no interest Max giving her further opinion on. Harry refused to believe that he had let himself go so far as to allow himself to form feelings for you, but even if he wished that was true, that he was strong willed enough, she was right. Although he wouldn’t classify what he felt as romantic, he purely enjoyed your company and sleeping with you and he firmly believed that that was all it was, he could see how they had the potential to develop into something more.

Harry had been in romantic relationships before, many in his life so he knew it would be a possibility for him to become romantically interested in someone. He already had this fucked up attachment to you so he had to be very careful over the next week not to push too hard because then he’d have them for real and that was the last thing he needed.

Real feelings meant getting hurt, and he already dreaded you leaving so he didn’t want to add another burden on top of that for him to deal with.

Harry just didn’t have time for it, nor did he want it. There was a reason he stayed away from relationships, especially ones with such difficult circumstances like yours. Yet he decided to pursue it anyway. It was meant to be non-romantic, yet these feelings he had, this crushing in his chest, was anything but casual or friendly. He just never thought he’d grow to like you so much, which looking back was an oversight on his part.

It made your departure so bittersweet. Half of Harry was relieved that you were leaving so this attachment he had would slowly fade away, while the other was crushed and trying not to think about what it would be like not seeing you every day.

At the end of the day, Harry loved spending time with you, and that feeling, the joy and comfort he got when he spent time with you was something he knew he wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else. He couldn’t replace it with a hookup at his club, nor any one-night stand from one of the married neighbours. He hoped he’d be able to replace it, and he knew himself well enough to know that he’d try it out, force himself to go get himself someone to warm his bed for a night, then only feel empty and further longing afterwards.

It was inevitable, but something he decided that future Harry would deal with. Lucky for Harry, there were ways to combat emptiness and feeling hollow. Money was one thing he knew would never fail him, and he didn’t have any worries in that department, so he could really do whatever he wanted. Throw himself into work or do the complete opposite and take himself on holiday.

An expensive yoga retreat in the Himalayan mountains or golf in the South of France would make him feel better. Maybe he’d even buy himself a new car, add it to his garage off-site or finally do that renovation and add a basement garage for his cars under his house.

There were ways to combat emptiness and loneliness, and Harry knew every single one. The list he had in his head wasn’t new, and it wasn’t created just for you and your circumstance. Harry had turned to his list of distractions many times to ignore his problems, he just never thought that he’d be turning to it for you.

For now, he felt like he just wanted to hang onto that joy and utter peace he felt around you. In the grand scheme of things a week wouldn’t change a lot, and stopping or changing his plans with you just because he’d grown too attached felt like useless attempt of self-preservation. Harry would allow himself another week of your time.

It wasn’t the smartest move, but he just couldn’t help himself. And with such a foolproof plan on how to get himself back on track if everything turned to shit, it felt like he was allowed to indulge himself.

“Yeah, I guess it would be hard to find someone as hot as her as a replacement. Don’t think you can find an ass like that just anywhere” Ethan let out a dramatic sigh and sat back in his chair, already sick of this money issue even though the two men had barely scratched the surface of the problem.

Harry’s good mood, well, as good as you can be when the business had 250k missing suddenly shifted to anger. His nostrils flared and he turned to Ethan like Ethan just threatened to kill his cat. It was a look Ethan had seen before, and one that startled him because Harry had never given him that look over something so small.

“Watch your fucking mouth, mate” Harry spat, jaw clenching and his hand fisting the mouse in his hand tighter.

“Okay, okay. Don’t talk about the dogsitter, geese I get it” Ethan held his hands up in a ‘I surrender’ motion.

“She’s not just a fucking dogsitter, Ethan. She’s a friend and the nicest girl you’ll ever meet so if I ever hear you disrespect her again I swear to fucking Go-“ Harry stood up, pressing his hands flat on his desk and leaning over slightly while looking right at Ethan.

It may have been a bit of an overreaction to a comment Harry had probably said about someone else dozens of times, but this wasn’t about someone else, this was about you. And there was no way in hell Harry was going to stand here and let Ethan disrespect you.

A knock at the door interrupted Harry’s berating, causing both men to look at the office door. “Come in” Harry cleared his throat, straightening his stance and adjusting his tie.

“Y/n y/l/n is here, sir. You said to bring her straight through” Sharon, Harry’s secretary opened the door, revealing both her and you stood a little behind her. Huh, you were early, nearly half an hour than he told you to. He liked that.

“Of course, come on in” Harry nodded, buttoning up the single button on his jacket. “Thanks Sharon.” She took the hint and left you all alone, Ethan still sat in his chair in front of Harry’s desk.

You looked like a nervous little thing, dressed in a bright summer dress that was practically neon against the boring beige and greys off his office and the entire building really. It was a breath of fresh air from the numbers and emails and dozens of boring meetings Harry had to attend. Like a true ray of sunshine had entered his office.

“Hi love, you’re early” he smiled warmly and met you at the door, his hand resting on your waist as he dipped down to kiss your cheek.

You blushed at the feeling and made direct eye contact with him as he pulled away but kept his body close, his hand dropping from your waist. He smelt so heavenly you couldn’t help but inhale deeply as he pulled away, wanting to bathe in the musky cinnamon scent that honestly turned you on by itself. It was a smell you associated with Harry, and you knew that even when you leave for university, just the deep richness of those scents will bring you straight back to him.

“I know. I’m so sorry, I just wasn’t sure how to get here and didn’t want to be late so now I’m extra early. But I can go wait downstairs if you still have work to do! I don’t mind, really” you rambled a little, feeling nervous about this entire day.

You had never been to Harry’s office before. You knew the name and had looked it up before but had no reason to step foot in it until today. His invitation was like cold water being thrown on your sleeping body. If you were being honest, you still hadn’t quite wrapped your head around it and it was another thing you added to your list of ‘what the fuck’ for this week.

You genuinely thought the last week here would be spent the same as usual, working and packing (which you still hadn’t started and was severely procrastinating after being here for over three months), then a dinner with Harry and your last hookup.

Yet since Thursday you had gone for ice cream, had very intense phone sex and were now having lunch with Harry. He had specifically invited you to come interrupt his day and have lunch with him, and for someone who would work 24 hours a day if he could, you were extremely surprised. He rarely broke away from work during the week and you knew that the nights he wasn’t inside you he was doing work late into the night after you saw him when he got home.

It was all so confusing, this sudden change in his behaviour. For someone who wanted to ‘enjoy these next two weeks like nothing had changed’, he acted like a whole lot had changed. And once again everything he did was just the fucking opposite of his claim to ‘not want a relationship’.

He hadn’t specifically uttered the words ‘I don’t have romantic feelings for you’, but his boundary was clear, so it was safe to assume that was the case. But he wasn’t acting like he didn’t like you, and he certainly wasn’t acting like it was going to be a simple goodbye at the end of the week. He was acting like you two were together, like this time was sacred and he wanted to make the most of it.

Even before you slept together, your friendship never went past a weekly dinner. He didn’t invite you for ice cream or lunch, and he rarely called you unless it was Archie related.

It didn’t feel worth addressing. You hated confrontation, and the rare moments you did confront Harry it had been during heightened emotional periods or where he prompted the conversation first. If you brought this up it would just ruin your last few days together, and you wanted to end on a positive note.

If your relationship ended amicably, it would be easier for you to go back to your university accommodation and wallow in your own heartbreak without the stress that Harry knew how you were feeling. Being upset that you were leaving would be harder if you had embarrassed yourself and admitted feelings to him, only for him to turn around and turn you down or tell you off.

It was easier to ignore than confront.

You felt out of place the moment you walked into his office building, practically naked compared to how the other women were dressed. Your attire was nice, your dress casual but still nice enough for a restaurant, yet your sneakers and cross body bag gave away just how young and removed you were compared to everyone else.

You considered finding a place to sit for a bit before going up, but one of the girls at the front desk seemed to know who you were immediately and brought you upstairs before you could entertain the idea of waiting somewhere so Harry wouldn’t know how early you were.

You took public transport to get to his building, so you allowed extra time to get there in case you got lost. You were familiar with key city locations, but never had a reason to head to the district where most of the big businesses had their offices so you were a bit stressed about taking the wrong tram and being late.

Public transport was so unreliable in Melbourne, and you just didn’t want to risk being late to meet Harry, hence being nearly half an hour early. You wished you had just gone to a café instead of entering the building, considering how early you were. Because, as you took the elevator up to the top floor you felt immensely guilty for disrupting Harry earlier than he asked. He was so particular about time and could’ve had a meeting or been in the middle of something important all the way up to when you were supposed to meet.

His reaction to seeing you though was of happy surprise, no hint of inconvenience or frustration that you interrupted him, so your nerves were instantly eased. He looked marvellous as usual; black suit pants and matching jacket, no tie with a light pink loose shirt tucked in with the first two buttons unbuttoned and exposing that glorious chest of his.

Harry always dressed so different to other businessmen you saw. On your way here, nearly every man was dressed in work attire, and they all looked the same. The same boring suits in shades of grey with the same ties and work shoes. Harry still wore suits and most days he did wear a suit in monotone shades, yet he always elevated his look with something.

You were honestly surprised that he was allowed to wear no tie and show so much chest, yet you figured his bosses valued his work enough to not care about the strict dress code the rest of his building seemed to have. Harry did change his work look depending on the occasion and you always knew when he had a full day of meetings because he was more toned down and ‘mainstream’ compared to other businessmen.

So maybe today he was just lighter on. Or, Harry had that much power that he could wear whatever he wanted. When you made eye contact with Ethan just past Harry and gave him a smile, you found him dressed in a plain suit like everyone else so clearly it was just a Harry thing.

“Of course not, don’t be daft” he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “Ethan and I are finished here anyway so I’m all yours”

“We’re not finishe-“ Ethan stood up, frustration in his tone at how easy his friend dropped this problem before Harry interrupted him.

“Yes, we are.” His head snapped towards him so quick your eyes widened a kittle in surprise. His jaw was clenched and it was clear something had happened between the pair before you arrived. You were curious what had happened; the air suddenly turning tense and icy. The two men shared a look before Ethan sighed and grabbed a folder from the desk, tucking it under his arm.

“Good to see you y/n” Ethan tipped his head in acknowledgement then without any further glance to Harry walked straight out of the office, closing the door behind him. You didn’t even have a chance to reply to him before he had disappeared from your view.

Your brows furrowed at his quick exit before you looked back at Harry. “Everything okay?”

“Just boring work shit, darling. Nothing for you to stress about” he smiled softly and cupped your face with both hands, pressing his thumb gently between your eyes to smooth the creases there. “Stop frowning, please. Let me see that now beautiful smile of yours”

Your face relaxed in his hands, and you found yourself smiling at his compliment. The smile that emerged on his face in reply only made you smile wider, loving how gorgeous he looked when he was happy. He truly was a stunning, beautiful man. Everything about him was just gorgeous and you couldn’t really think of anything that wasn’t to like.

Well, maybe the fact that he had no fucking idea that ‘actions speak louder than words’ and he was severely confusing you with all these gestures of his. Although, in the scheme of things, you’d call that a yellow flag not a red flag. Maybe an orange flag perhaps.

Yeah… definitely an orange flag.

“There it is, that’s my pretty girl” he smile, his thumb coming down to rub against your mouth briefly as his eyes flickered there then returned to your eyes. You could feel all the pressure in your body rise and your heart start to pound in your chest.

“Stopp” you whined, looking away in embarrassment as heat collected in your cheeks. You couldn’t handle the way he was looking at you, it was just too much. His eyes were so soft and just full of emotion that you couldn’t decipher.

You wondered what your eyes looked to him. When you imagined it in your mind, all you saw were your eyes reflecting all the bittersweet feelings that mushed together every time you laid eyes on the gorgeous man in front of you. Is that what he saw? Longing, dejection, hope put in the wrong person? Love?

Or did he just see a girl who blushed like a schoolgirl every time he complimented her? Did his mind just flash to what you looked like with your mouth around his cock, or gaped open when he fucked you? Did he see you naked every time his eyes scanned your body, or did he see a woman he had grown to appreciate as a friend?

You trusted Harry’s words when he explained how he felt about you, how he valued your friendship and enjoyed time spent in and out of the bedroom just like you did. Yet the last couple days made you doubt everything he told you the last month since you started sleeping together. His actions were the opposite of what he was telling you, and you couldn’t help but feel like he had just been lying to you to get you into his bed.

You hoped you were wrong, god you hoped you were wrong. Harry had ruined you for every other man, in a way that made you question if you’d ever feel attraction and have sex as good with another person. Yet if he had lied to you and made it seem like you were ‘friends’ for months just to sleep with you and now string you along to confuse you, he would ruin your mind as well as your body.

“You’re so cute” he chuckled, dropping his hands before quickly walking over to his desk ro open a drawer and grab his phone and wallet. pressing one to your lower back. “Now I don’t know about you but I’m starving” he looked up from the drawer and flashed you a cheeky grin.

“I’m starving too, I’ve been waiting for this all day” you replied, fiddling with the zipper of your bag in nervousness. You watched as he quickly shut down his computer and scanned his desk to double check if there was anything he had to do before he left. “Where are we going, by the way? You never told me”

He shut the drawer and rounded the desk, pressing his hand to your lower back before opening his office door and guiding you out. “A Japanese restaurant. They have the best sashimi I have ever had, and they import a Sake straight from Japan that’s made with rice that has been milled down to 50%. Quite remarkable really, I think you’ll like it”

The two of you walked down the hallway of his floor with his hand burning your lower back the entire time. It never left your body. The entire time you were walking you could feel curious eyes watch the two of you, more focused on you than him and it made you nervous. Had he never had someone visit him for lunch? Michael has his daughter in every week so surely it’s not that weird, right?

“That sounds” expensive, real fucking expensive “really nice, I love Japanese food”

“I know” he smirked, “I always see the Uber eats driver show up with trays of sushi. You’re probably more fish than human by now”

“Rude!” You gasped and jabbed his side, making him tip his head back in a loud laugh. This time the attention from his co-workers turned to him and you noticed it and the heat of their stares immediately.

“It’s true! Twice a week like clockwork, sometimes even more” he laughed, unable to resist from pinching your side before his hand went back to your lower back.

Harry didn’t notice or simply didn’t care about the looks he was receiving and pressed the down button for the elevator once you approached it. The staring made you slightly uncomfortable, but you were trying to ignore it like he was.

“Okay, well at least I don’t order those disgusting immunity shots of yours! Once a week every week your gross turmeric death vials get delivered in a cooler like they’re organs” you shot back, eyeing the digital number at the top of the elevator increase as it quickly got up to your level. You were itching to get in there and away from all these strangers.

“They’re good for you! Keep me looking young and healthy” he flashed a toothy grin. You let out a huff and rolled your eyes playfully, stepping into the elevator after it opened to your floor and Harry let you go first. You thanked him and watched him step inside before the doors closed.

It felt like you could finally breathe after those doors closed, shielding you from the many eyes and busy atmosphere of the office. The location of Harry’s office made perfect sense after walking through the entire floor. It was right at the back and down a hallway that opened onto the printer room and meeting rooms. It was private and no one could see in and watch him work or disturb him easily, just how Harry liked it.

Harry was a private person and you resonated with him in that way. You found group study way too distracting and preferred to work by yourself in a quiet private space. That was one of the reasons you loved working for him, even though it didn’t really feel like a job. You loved how you could work all day every day and not get drained by being around people all the time; it was a lot of time spent by yourself and choosing your own day and you loved that.

It was a much better gig than your café job, where if you worked more than a couple days in a row your social battery was completely drained, and you barely had the energy to study. You liked to work one or two days in a row then have a study or uni day between to help you reset, because you were constantly talking the entire time on shift.

You still enjoyed it and loved having your daily gossip sessions with your co-workers, but you’d choose hanging out with Archie any day. The pay was way too much for what you did and you got to hang out with a cute dog every day, it was perfect. Seeing Harry every day was another bonus, but you only had until the end of the week before that all changed.

You were trying not to think about it and just enjoy your last few days with him, but with this new doubt planted in your mind about him, you were finding it hard to be in the moment and even think about something to say. You were hoping he’d lead the conversation, because the more you thought about his multiple invitations over the last couple days the more you just wanted to release all this pent-up frustration you had towards him.

It felt like you were teetering on the edge of exploding.

“You alright, love?” he asked, noticing the change in your behaviour. By now, more people had entered the lift, so you simply nodded with a smile.

“I’m fine, just a bit tired”

He nodded, looking at you curiously as you avoided eye contact and looked at the doors. He couldn’t really pry without other people hearing the entire conversation, so he just observed you and the way you were fiddling with your hands. Once you got down to ground floor, he used a hand on your lower back to walk with you outside where the Uber was waiting to take the two of you to the Japanese restaurant.

“I’ve ordered a car” he explained, leading you to the nice black Mercedes parked out the front of the building in a loading zone. The two of you quickly got in before the car drove off in a bid to not get caught in case a ticketer was by and passing out fines. You didn’t really say much on the way to the restaurant and kept your eyes out the window.

You thought about making some small talk with Harry or the driver, but quickly decided against it when nothing popped up in your head to say. When you looked over at Harry briefly, he was texting someone on his phone. He hated texting so you knew it had to be a conversation he didn’t want you hearing, probably something work related.

The low hum of music from the radio kept you company during the 15-minute drive further into the city right near the Yarra River and casino. There were many expensive restaurants in this area, especially in the Crown development which is where the restaurant seemed to be nearby. You could feel the nerves rising higher as the car slowed down in front of a lux looking building, somewhere your parents had probably been.

After getting out of the car and thanking the driver, Harry walked beside you inside the restaurant. He seemed to be recognised by the waiter, who led you to a private booth without even asking what name the reservation was under. The restaurant was complete opposite

“You’ve gone very quiet” Harry commented, sliding into the booth on the opposite side to you. He would’ve preferred to be sat right next to you, but this restaurant was frequented by many people he knew through business and if he was sat so intimately with you, they’d ask questions.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired” you replied, not wanting to elaborate or have Harry pry any more into what you were feeling. “This place is gorgeous” you quickly changed the subject and looked around the restaurant, the lighting dark and sexy.

It felt like you had been transported straight to Tokyo at midnight, not in the heart of Melbourne city. It looked like a place you’d see in a TikTok and want to visit but never actually go to. The price had something to do with that too, each dish way out of your price range.

Harry wasn’t going to let your odd mood go so easily, but you seemed fine at his office before so maybe you were just tired. He did keep you up late last night with that phone call, so he was feeling a bit tired himself.

“Isn’t it? It’s my favourite Japanese restaurant in Melbourne. I actually took investors from Japan here for a business meeting and they loved it, even said it tasted exactly like the food from home. Says a lot about the chef to be complimented like that” he explained, looking down at the menu even though he already pre-ordered the meal for both of you.

You did the same and looked down at the menu, subconsciously trying to find the cheapest item available to order. “Is the chef Japanese?”

God, even the cheapest thing on the menu was like $50 and only a tiny entrée portion. There was no way you’d be feeling full after this lunch, not with these prices. Even though Harry paying for it was mandatory in his eyes, you weren’t about to pick something expensive and take advantage of it.

“No, that’s the best part about it!” he exclaimed, food one of his favourite topics to talk about. “The chef is Australian but lived in Japan for years and worked under a Michelin Star chef. After training and perfecting her art, she moved back home and opened this restaurant. I was fortunate enough to visit the restaurant she worked at during my travels there and got to know her a bit”

Harry loved food and travel and any trip he took centred around the food he’d be eating. Japan was no different for him. In fact, his love for that country was on par with his love for Italy. The food and culture were just beautiful, and he didn’t have a single bad thing to say about it. This restaurant was like he was transporting back to Japan and reliving some of his favourite memories.

“Oh wow! That sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to travel there. Have you been everywhere or just Tokyo? I’ve seen videos of that Mario Kart experience around Tokyo, and it looks so fun!”

The conversation paused when a waiter came to the table and provided complimentary green tea and water before asking to take the table’s order. You still weren’t sure what you were going to get and looked down at the menu quickly to try and pick something.

“I’ve pre-ordered with Elin, but I’d like to order a bottle of the Ippin Junmai Ddaiginjo sake. Thank you so much” he smiled, grabbing the menus and passing them to the waiter, who bowed and walked away with Harry’s order in his mind. “I’ve ordered a taster menu, I hope you don’t mind. Lots of sashimi and nigiri for you”

“That sounds wonderful, thank you” you smiled, taking a sip of your green tea.

“Anyway, back to your question…” Harry went on in full depth to explain his Japan travels and tell you all about his favourite places and memories. He seemed to have so much love for the country and you could tell by the passion he had when he spoke about it. The whole story made you happy, which was a welcome mood after feeling so frustrated at him earlier.

Once the food arrived you both dove in. It was a large array of sushi and other Japanese dishes and every bite was pure heaven. You were a bit worried at the price of it all but that soon disappeared after the first bite.

“Oh my god, this is delicious” you moaned, tasting the freshest sashimi you had ever had in your entire life.

“I know, isn’t it?” he chuckled, taking a mouthful of soba salad.

Once your mood had lifted, you were happily chatting with him about random stories and topics. He refused to bring up you leaving, as did you because you just wanted to enjoy the moment. Truthfully, when you were with Harry you didn’t think about much else except him, so your departure was the last thing on your mind.

You didn’t know how long you had spent at the restaurant, but as you were leaving it started to get busy for an early dinner sitting, which told you enough about Harry’s work situation for the day. You asked multiple times during lunch if he needed to get back, but time and time again he adamantly said no and urged you to continue sharing whatever story you were telling.

The Sake was delicious as he promised and gave you a happy warm feeling inside. It helped you relax when Chef Elin herself came out to converse with the two of you, and you were able to have a nice conversation with her and compliment her without feeling those fits of nervous butterflies in your stomach.

The good mood carried through to when Harry paid the bill, so much so you barely recognised the exorbitant price (albeit discounted thanks to his friendship with Elin) and was happy to exit the restaurant without feeling any guilt.

The entire lunch you couldn’t help but stare at his mouth. When he spoke, when he ate, when he laughed. Those gorgeous pink lips of his were just teasing you the entire time and you were craving his mouth on yours. You hadn’t kissed him since Thursday, and you were dying for it terribly. You weren’t sure if it was the Sake or just your never-ending horniness for him, but your eyes were fixated there.

“C’mon, darling. The car’s not too far away” Harry eyed the street warily before grabbing onto your waist, and guiding you to the edge of the footpath where you waited for the Uber to come. He held onto you, noticing the slight tipsiness in your smile.

“That would’ve had to be the best Japanese food I have ever eaten” you said, digging through your bag to find your lip balm. He smiled back, his eyes focused on your mouth as you took out your phone to use as a mirror to apply the tinted formula.

“Agreed. We’ll have to go again sometime.”

Your movements paused as your brain glitched at his comment, but you continued applying to make it seem like you hadn’t already overanalysed his comment. ‘Go again sometime’, did that mean you’d be seeing each other after you had moved away, possibly when you returned home for a visit? Did that mean he wanted to keep in contact?

It was another question you simply pushed away because you just didn’t have the strength to find the answer right now. You settled with a ‘we totally should’ before scrolling through your phone to keep your hands busy as you waited for the car. His comment had sufficiently taken away the happy buzz you were feeling, and now you just wanted to go home and see Archie.

It came within minutes, and soon you two had entered the car and were driving back to his office.

“Aren’t we going back to your office?” you asked confused, noticing that the car wasn’t heading in the same route you took to the restaurant.

“Just need to make a quick stop, is that alright?” he asked, his hand landing on your thigh and his thumb rubbing your skin back and forth. A shiver ran up your spine at his touch and you resisted your body’s urge of tensing up. The last thing you needed was Harry knowing that even a simple touch like his hand on your thigh turned you on. Although, with how observant he was he probably already knew.

“Yeah, of course” you smiled back, looking out the car window to watch the city go by.

The drive was barely five minutes before the car slowed down and parked in front of a sand-coloured Victorian style building. It was clearly original and had been restored to glorious perfection with large pillars and window trims and sills. Your eyes went wide just looking at how gorgeous it was, but you were having a hard time figuring out what it was used for. It looked about two to three storeys high but it was hard to tell from the car.

This area of the city was full of heritage listed buildings; similarly styled Victorian cottages and high rises all converted to different boutiques, office buildings and cafes. There were steps leading up to a large glass double door entrance, with a buzzer beside it. If you looked at that alone you could assume it was an apartment building, however upon further inspection there was a black metal sign in cursive writing just above the door. It was hard to see if you weren’t looking for it.

Pleasing.

You had never heard of ‘pleasing’ before and the name didn’t really scream doctors’ office, café, or store. The same black ‘pleasing’ was printed in small lettering on the large windows covering the front of the building, however the glass used was so reflective it mirrored the street so you couldn’t see inside. It honestly was just confusing. If it was a store, they didn’t do a very good job at advertising; you definitely wouldn’t walk past and be inspired to go in and shop whatever they sold.

“Thank you” you smiled as Harry opened your car door and let you out, “It’s a gorgeous building, is it a shop?” You asked, looking at him then back at the building. His hand found home on the small of your back as he walked the two of you to the entrance.

“Of sorts, I need to pick up some things for tomorrow night” he pressed the buzzer beside the door. The glass of the door was similar to the windows but standing up close you could see a little bit inside to what looked like the hallway of a house. Without any voice talking back to you, the front door unlocked open, allowing harry to open one side and let you in first.

You thanked him and walked in to find a large hallway, big enough for a group of people to stand in and be comfortable. The walls were painted a deep emerald colour with deep mahogany wooden flooring to match. There were trims on the walls and perfectly placed art that looked like something you’d see in a museum. Plants brought the space to life, and it felt like you were walking into a period home in Toorak or an exclusive country club rather than a store.

At the end of the short hallway was a set of large mahogany wooden double doors and on the right wall was a single wooden door to match. When you took a few steps into the space you noticed the double door entrance on the left, opening onto a waiting room of sorts. The emerald walls flowed through, as did the delicate wall trims and sconces.

There was a mustard velvet two-seater couch in the middle of the room with two matching armchairs opposite and a wooden coffee table between. Behind the lounges was an ornate wooden desk with a desktop computer on top. It seemed to be a reception desk, and that thought was confirmed in your mind by the empty glass coffee mug and various papers on top.

The scene only confused you more. This was clearly some exclusive store because you had never been in any shop like this before, not even high-end brands had entrances like this. Your mind went back to Harry’s comment, that he had to pick some things up for tomorrow night. But he booked a restaurant for dinner so he wasn’t cooking, and you couldn’t think of anything else that he’d need. You couldn’t even think about anything that would be bought under such luxurious and private conditions.

“I’m confused Harry. This doesn’t look like a shop” your brows furrowed as you turned around to face him. His eyes softened at the confused look on your face, and he quickly grabbed your hands in his, his thumbs rubbing the back of them gently.

“It is a store darling. I wanted to buy some things for us to use tomorrow night and I thought it would be fun for you to join me, that’s why we’re here. But if you go in and don’t like what you see we can leave straight away, there’s no pressure at all, love” his voice was soft and his eyes so kind you instantly felt calm.

It all made sense now. Harry was a man of expensive taste, and he liked his privacy. There was no way he was going to be walking into some dingy sex shop to get what he needed. Something like this, an expensive and private store that felt more like an experience than a get-in-get-out shopping trip was perfect for him. ‘Pleasing’ felt like the perfect name for a sex shop, too. It was clever, you liked it.

You wondered how he came across it in the first place, but that thought was fleeting as your body filled with butterflies at how Harry had brought you to a place like this. The thought of Harry wanting to buy things for you two to use together had goosebumps rising on your skin and your mind going wild. You weren’t sure what he had in mind, but you knew what you did.

“Okay…” you replied softly, looking back and forth between his eyes. Your face was growing red, and he noticed it right away, his thumb rubbing across your cheek. He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a sultry voice coming from behind you.

“Mr Styles, welcome back.”

You turned at the sound, your eyes widening as you came face to face with a gorgeous tall woman with fiery red hair. She was dressed impeccably and sexy as anything, high waisted black dress pants with a white button up shirt tucked in, the top two buttons undone. Her makeup was dark and perfectly applied, and she instantly made you nervous.

“Afternoon Chloe” Harry greeted, letting go of your hand but moving to your side and wrapping his arm around your waist instead. “I hope my reservation has been made as per my request.”

You noticed how Chloe’s eyes went there instantly, and you could see the way her nostrils flared. You couldn’t help but wonder if something had happened between them. She was attractive and clearly knew him, and the way she was looking at him was anything but friendly.

“Of course,” she nodded, walking past you and towards the double doors at the end of the hall. You both followed her as she continued talking. “The space is yours as long as you like. You’ll have your privacy in all areas, but if you need help with sizes or anything else you can press the buzzer and someone will be with you. We’ve put champagne in the fitting room, per you request, and if you need more, we’re only a buzz away”

She opened the double doors to let you both inside, and when the space was revealed, your legs stopped working and you found yourself stood still in the doorway with a gaped mouth. It was like a sex shop out of a book, and nothing like the ones you had ever been to before. Nothing about it screamed dingy and you were sure there wasn’t a single see-through plastic toy in the entire room.

It was deceivingly large, and you wouldn’t expect a room of this size in a building like this. You weren’t even sure where to look first and your mind was going dizzy raking it all in.

Any kink you could think of had a place in this room. It was light and bright, with a row of locked glass jewellery cabinets lining one wall full of jewelled plugs and what looked like collars and other toys all with some sort of diamond or gem.

There were shelves of vibrators, dildos and other toys and the walls were lined with whips, paddles and other things that could be used for impact play. Sex swings and bindings were in one corner, with an entire wall of shibari ropes and different knot and designs on display. There wasn’t a single price on anything, and everything looked like the top of the range options for that category.

There was no way someone in your tax bracket would ever come somewhere like this to explore their kinks. You had seen some of these toys online before and they were in the hundreds for one thing.

There were many kinks on display, some you hadn’t even thought of exploring yourself or simply had no interest in, but everything had an equal display, and nothing seemed to be shoved in a corner or hidden. It felt like someone with more vanilla tastes would have a heart attack just looking in here and it was clear that the clientele of this business had anything but vanilla taste.

You and Harry hadn’t explored anything too out there, but he didn’t seem phased by anything he saw, and it was clear he had been here enough times to get to know the staff. What else was he into?

On the right wall right by the shibari bindings was a large doorway, similar to the one you just walked in leading to another room. You couldn’t see much from where you were standing but you caught a glimpse of lingerie and leather so you assumed that was where you could buy outfits and try things on. Chloe did mention something about fitting rooms…

You wondered how much of this room Harry dabbled in and if you were the first person he had taken here. The more you looked around the space the hotter you grew, and you could feel your thighs tensing together just imagining what it would be like to try some of these things. More specifically, what it would be like for you and Harry to try some of these things.

Your mind went back to the video you were watching last night, and your eyes found the whips on the wall, scanning through them and finding your favourite subconsciously. Harry told you he’d do whatever you wanted to you, and the thought of him using one of those whips or crops had your clit tingling with need. What if he used them on your clit?...

Harry could see the change in your behaviour; the way your chest started rising and falling faster and that droopy doe eyed look you got when you were aroused. Your hand had at some point found his forearm as you were looking around and you were squeezing him like you could barely contain yourself.

He hoped your reaction would be good and that you’d be happy coming here and sharing this experience together, but he didn’t realise how worked up you’d get just looking at the room. You hadn’t even walked around or seen the second room, yet you were properly turned on.

“We’re good for now, Chloe” he said sternly, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. She didn’t respond and simply walked out, closing the doors and leaving you and Harry alone in the room.

“Can I… can I go look?” you breathed, looking up at him.

Harry bit his lip and stepped in front of you, his hand sliding up to loosely wrap around your neck and tilt your head up. “You can look at whatever you like, love. I want you to. I want you to pick out anything you’d like to try tomorrow and things you’d like to try by yourself.” He leaned in closer so his lips brushed against yours, his breath warm and comforting against your mouth. “You can get whatever you like. It’s all yours if you want it, baby”

“Is there anything you don’t like, Harry?” you asked, sliding your hands up his chest to cup the sides of his jaw.

“No.” he shook his head, “I like whatever you like, trust me” he finished his words by crossing the tiny distance between you and kissing you firmly, his mouth capturing your top lip. You sighed out into his mouth, feeling instantly better after craving his lips all day.

Kissing him was something you were severely going to miss when you went back to university. He kissed like no one else and made you feel like no one else did. You were going to try your best to get as many kisses as you could this week, even if it was something you two didn’t usually do outside your dinner nights.

If Harry could act different this week, so could you.

“I trust you” you whimpered, dragging his jaw back when he tried to pull away. He groaned and moved his hands down your body to pull you closer by your waist, using one to slide down and behind, giving you a good spank before squeezing your ass. You giggled into his mouth, not wanting to part just yet but needing to because of the lack of oxygen.

“I already have some things I’ve picked out, so have a look around while I get them. Then we’ll go into the other room together, how does that sound?” he asked, pulling away. You reluctantly let go and nodded.

“Okay”

“Remember, pick anything. I mean it” he gave you a look that meant ‘don’t argue’, which you just nodded to. You knew better by now than to argue when he wanted to pay for something. Even if you managed to pay yourself, he’d just put the money back in your account. He did it for the lingerie set you wore for his birthday, and you knew he’d have no issues doing it again.

You noticed Harry heading straight for the shibari wall, something that made you blush tremendously as you decided to just walk display-to-display and see what there was. You knew you wanted to go to the impact play wall, but you didn’t want Harry to see you beeline there and know how interested you were in it.

As you walked around the store you tried to not focus on Harry too much, but you found yourself watching him look at things rather than looking at things yourself. It felt like too much pressure to be told to pick whatever you wanted, because what was considered too much or too little? It also felt a bit odd to pick out a vibrator and tell him that you wanted it for yourself when you’d be using it after leaving for university when Harry was no longer in your life.

Having him pay for something you’d use when you weren’t seeing or talking to him anymore just seemed rude.

“Have you found anything you like?” he came up behind you silently, making you jump a little and press your hand to your heart in fright.

“God, Harry. You scared me!”

“Sorry” he chuckled, peering over your shoulder to look at the range of jewelled butt plugs you stopped in front of. “They’re pretty, aren’t they? This one would look gorgeous on you” his voice dropped an octave as one hand grabbed your waist while his other pointed to a small plug maybe the size of two fingers with a light pink diamond at the end.

You weren’t seriously looking at them because you knew whatever pink jewel at the end had to be thousands of dollars and that just seemed ridiculous when you had a perfectly fine plug at home. Plus, it didn’t seem like something you’d use by yourself.

“It’s pretty, but it’s too much. I’d rather use the one you got me” you admitted, leaning further into his touch.

“Hmm, alright then” he hummed.

“I was looking at, uhm. The crop” you replied quietly, looking at a black leather riding crop on the wall. There were a few different sizes, but you were particularly drawn to the smallest one.

“Oh yeah? That’s funny because I was looking at the same one” he smirked, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder. You turned your head to look at him.

“You were?”

“Mhmm” he wrapped both arms around your waist this time, “the smaller ones make the nicest bruises, they also sting the most. That’s what you wanted, didn’t you? Pretty bruises?”

Your breath hitched at the thought and all you could do was nod, that cocky smirk of his making your stomach do flips. “That paddle there also makes nice bruises, the holes make it hurt a lot, but I know you could handle it.” He pointed to a large flat paddle with holes cut out of it. You could only nod again, which made Harry chuckle at how horny you were. “C’mon, let me show you what else I’ve been looking at”

Harry brought you around the store and showed you some other things he planned on buying for tomorrow night. There wasn’t a whole lot more, but he made sure to ask you about them and how you were feeling. After that he did another lap with you and stopped at anything he saw you looking a little too long at. Most of the times you were just curious about what the item was, which Harry was happy to explain and talk to through.

He encouraged you to share anything you wanted to try tomorrow and made you feel comfortable in adding a few more items to the mental shopping cart Harry had going on. He also made you pick out a couple vibrators just for yourself and seemed pretty adamant on buying them for you even though you tried convincing him not to.

After that, the two of you finally walked into the next room and once again your eyes went wide looking around it. Not only was there lingerie, but many outfits and shoes for roleplay as well as a lot of leather and latex. There were other clothing items for different kink lifestyles, but you weren’t really interested in them and was instantly drawn to the pretty lingerie sets.

“I’ve picked out a few sets for you to try if you’d like to start with those then have another look around afterwards?” Harry suggested, his palm sliding against yours and intertwining your fingers.

You were feeling slightly overwhelmed after the first room, so you appreciated how Harry already picked out some options for you. He had such a good read on you, you figured that you’d probably like whatever he chose anyway. Harry had perfect style, so his choices were probably nicer than anything you picked for yourself.

“That sounds good, thank you” you smiled, squeezing his hand as you looked down at it momentarily.

“Of course. Today has been a lot already so I don’t want to overwhelm you too much” he pulled you along with him behind a half wall where there were three luxurious looking fitting rooms and comfortable looking mustard couches in front, similar to the one in the waiting room outside. There was a small table beside the couch which had two champagne glasses and a bottle in an ice bucket waiting for you.

“Show me once you’ve tried them on” he gave you a small kiss then sat down on the couch. You took your bag off and handed it to him before walking over to the first room where there were multiple sets in different colours hanging on the hooks.

You were right about Harry having good taste because every set was gorgeous. He picked out three of different styles; a white lace bodysuit, a simple purple lace g-string and matching bra set with a garter and a third which was a lot more exposed. It wasn’t the smallest out of the three, but it was completely sheer; soft white sheer g-string and matching bra with little pink and purple flowers embroidered all over.

They were all stunning and your stomach was doing flips at the thought of Harry seeing you try them on. You decided to try them on in order of how you first saw them and put the bodysuit on first.

“Harry?” you called out, not wanting to walk out of the room in case someone working decided to walk in. Chloe said that you’d have complete privacy, but it felt too exposed to be walking around in lingerie in a store.

“Yes, love?” he called back, immediately getting up at the sound of your voice.

“I can’t clip up the back” you replied, trying to do the bra clip at the back of it so you could see the look complete. You didn’t really need to do it up to see what it looked like properly, but you wanted to anyway.

“Alright, I’ll come do it for-“ he paused as he pulled the curtain aside just enough so that he could slip in to join you. His eyes widened as he saw you for the first time, his eyes trailing up your back to the undone strap before they met yours in the mirror. Your arms were crossed over your chest, hands cupping your boobs and keeping them in place in the cups of the bodysuit. “Wow”

“Wow?” you laughed nervously, grabbing your hair to bring it to the front of your shoulder so it wasn’t in his way. He stepped closer to you and grabbed the two ends of the bra strap to hook them together.

“Yes, wow. You look stunning” he breathed, looking back up at you through the mirror as he did the clip up. He let his hands skim your sides before dropping down, “How do you feel?”

Harry was having a hard time containing himself if he was being honest. You looked absolutely gorgeous in the bodysuit and after all this talk of whips and paddles and what you were going to do tomorrow night, he was quite worked up himself. If only he could do something about it…

“Good… I feel… pretty” you brought your arms down to your sides and looked yourself up and down, turning to your side before back to the front to have a good look at yourself from both angles. You really did like it, and you could see yourself wearing it on a night out as well as in the bedroom.

“You look fucking beautiful so I’d hope you feel it too. I’ll add it to the tab” he said simply before reaching up to undo the clip at your back.

“You don’t have to buy it just because I like it Harry” you replied, wrapping your arms around yourself and feeling quite nervous at how his eyes darkened at your words. His hand came up to grab the front of your neck, pushing your head back against his chest.

Feeling his hand there had always been a euphoric feeling, but seeing it was an entirely different experience. You loved the look of his hand there, and the entire situation was turning you on beyond words. He looked utterly in control standing behind you, tall and clothed while you were practically naked and trembling against him.

“Darling… this outfit makes me want to ravage you in ways you don’t even understand yet. I’m buying it for you because it rewards me in the process. Everything I’m buying today makes me feel good as well, not just you. Do you understand?” his voice was low and murmured, like he was sharing a secret for your ears only. Your legs shook and tensed together as you nodded in response. “Words, y/n”

“Yes, I understand”

“Good, now do you think the purple one will fit?” he asked, letting go of your neck. Harry had a remarkable ability of switching moods second to second. One moment he was whispering seductively in your ear and the next his attention had turned to the second lingerie set and asking a casual question about it.

You let out a breath of relief and looked at the size tag of the purple and roughly gaged the fit. It looked remarkably like the one you wore on his birthday, just much better quality so you were pretty confident it would fit.

“I think so”

“Good, we’ll get that too. Try on the white one though, love. I’d like to see it” he left the room before you could argue, letting you remove the bodysuit and try on the white set instead.

Putting the white set on felt like a dream. The material was soft and delicate, and the flowers looked hand embroidered. It fit like a glove and made you feel incredible. You could see everything and although fabric was covering your body, you were very naked. It was beautiful and sexy, and you knew Harry would love it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stepping out into the room.

“Harry, I’ve got it on” you called out, turning your body in different angles to look at yourself in the lingerie.

“Come out, love” he replied, making you bite your lip.

“Could you… could you come here?”

You heard a bit of shuffling before the curtain opened again and Harry was back in the room. The dark look was back in his eyes, his jaw tense as he looked at you through the mirror. He scanned you head to toe before saying anything, then his hands came to your hips and moved you around to spin and face him. “You look… divine”

Harry knew that he was barely holding on to his self-control seeing the bodysuit, which is why he couldn’t let you try on the purple outfit and drag this out any longer. He just couldn’t skip the white set because he knew you would look amazing in it, and he was glad he made you try it on. It fit you absolutely perfect and the way he could see your nipples and pretty pussy through it was making him crazy.

He could practically see how wet you had gotten through your underwear, and he had a sudden craving of getting down on his knees before you and having a taste. But fuck, if he did that, he’d be able to taste you and smell you on his stubble all goddamn night and tomorrow too and his cock wouldn’t have been able to handle that.

He promised himself though, that tomorrow night he’d be tasting your orgasm on his tongue.

“Thank you” you whispered back, licking your lips to bring the moisture back to them as you looked straight in your eyes. He tilted your chin up with a finger underneath and kissed you gently before murmuring a ‘turn around’ against them.

While Harry resisted a taste, he couldn’t stop himself from touching you. When you were stood in front of him looking good enough to eat for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert, Harry just had to do something to sate his cravings.

“I’ve noticed something about you” he started after you had turned back around to face the mirror, making eye contact with you in the reflection while pressing kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He let his hands trace along your body, leaving a searing path wherever they touched.

“W-what’s that?” you stuttered, gulping at how hot your body was getting.

His attention on you, both from his eye contact and his touch had your body going into overdrive. You were feeling wet all over and you were trying not to let it show how sexually frustrated you were. Despite making yourself cum last night with Harry over the phone, then again in the shower afterwards, you were as horny as ever.

It was all his fault. Your sex drive wasn’t the most active out there, and you definitely didn’t need an orgasm every night to stay sane. But after meeting Harry, then sleeping with him it was like your hormones were raging 24/7, begging and screaming out for his cock. Since the first night you slept together you had to have an orgasm every night to just stay focused and have a normal mood.

It was fucked. There isn’t anything else to say about it.

“You get dare I say, uncomfortable when you’re undressed in front of me” his lips trailed across your shoulder to your bra strap, where he pushed it down your arm to kiss there too.

“I’m not uncomfortable” you replied quickly, letting your head tilt back to rest on his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered shut when he kissed that sensitive spot on your neck. “I just get nervous”

“I don’t want you to be nervous, y/n. I want you to feel confident, powerful. You have power over me, maybe more than anyone else and I want you to feel that” he emphasised, his right hand running down your stomach to your underwear. You knew exactly where this was going now, and despite all the mixed emotions you had been feeling all day, you wanted him to touch you.

While you didn’t trust his word, you did trust that he could make you cum.

“Open your eyes” he whispered the words right in your ear, his fingers dipping underneath the waistband of your underwear to slide down your mound. Your eyes opened slowly, your hands grabbing onto his forearm as his fingers dipped into the crease of your pussy, tracing down to your entrance gently.

“Watch me. If your eyes close, I stop. Understand?” he asked, pressing two fingers against your entrance but not pushing in just to tease you. You nodded eagerly, feeling so unbearably wet, it was like you didn’t orgasm just last night.

“I understand”

“Good girl” he smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead as his fingers found your clit. Your mouth opened in a gasp as he started rubbing small circles on your hard clit, his eyes looking directly at you through the mirror.

“You’re so wet darling, what was it that did it? Was it the whips on the wall, the paddles? Or was it your little mind thinking about tomorrow night?” he teased, sliding his fingers down your folds until he reached your entrance. He didn’t bother teasing and slipped two fingers into you at the same time, the stretch making you whimper and arch your back against him.

Your hand reached up and grabbed the back of his neck while the other grabbed onto his wrist, your hips moving subconsciously against his hand as he started thrusting them in and out. “Both… everything, all of the above” you stuttered out, trying so hard to keep your eyes open.

He found your g-spot with ease, curling his fingers into that spot while his thumb rubbed against your clit. Harry was even godly at fingering and had so much control over his hand that he was able to stimulate both your g-spot and your clit at the same time at the perfect pace.

The pleasure was a feeling you craved every day, and you were more than capable of doing it yourself. But nothing, not even your vibrator felt as good as when Harry touched you.

“Mr Styles?” a voice called out. Your body froze instantly, and your eyes widened as you tried to slap Harry’s hand away. He shook his head at you and let go of your neck, wrapping his arm around your face so your mouth was pressed against the crook of his elbow.

“Keep quiet darling, don’t want to get caught, do you?” he smirked, his fingers working harder to stimulate your pleasure points. You panted into his arm, your fingers grabbing onto his forearm and digging in to try and control your noise. Even with his hand, if you moaned too loud the sales assistant would hear and that was the last thing you wanted.

“I’m a little busy right now, Chloe” he called back, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You didn’t even register it was Chloe, too busy trying not to scream at how quickly Harry was stimulating your body. The riskiness and adrenaline you felt doing something like this in a fitting room was only adding to the experience, and your orgasm was already approaching fast.

“You pressed the buzzer, sir. Was there anything I can help you with?” she replied, her voice louder so it was clear she must’ve moved closer to your fitting room. Your heart was pounding at her proximity, and you were trying so hard not to moan and keep your eyes open all at the same time. It was a difficult task, and you were having a hard time doing it.

“Ah. I was after more styles, but I think we’ve found what we’re looking for. Isn’t that right, y/n?” he lifted his arm from your face, leaving you room to stutter out a ‘yes’ before it fitted back over your mouth again. “I would like to buy all three sets I prepicked, in all the colours you offer. If there’s anything else in this white embroidered fabric, I want that too.”

Harry forgot he clicked the buzzer. Originally, it was so she could bring out more styles for you to try on, but he was too horny and if he let you try anything else on, he would’ve fucked you instead of just fingered you, and he was saving himself for tomorrow night.

“Of course, I’ll add it to your tab. Anything else I can help you with?”

“No, that’s all. Thank you” he smiled, looking down at your nipples through the mirror. They were hard and painful, poking through the material and just begging to be played with. Tomorrow night. Just 24 more hours and he’d have the time and privacy to do it all with you.

For now, he was going to get you coming all over his fingers.

Meanwhile…

“He likes her” Ethan spoke immediately into the phone the moment she picked up, his voice hushed despite the privacy he had from his office. He was paranoid, he just couldn’t help it. If anyone even got a whiff that he was conspiring against Harry, his whole plan would turn to shit and the evidence he collected would go to waste.

“What do you mean he likes her!? Didn’t you say he was just sleeping with her?”

“That’s what I thought, but she showed up to his office and he took her to lunch. I swear, babe, his eyes lit up like the fucking sun when he saw her. He also told me off for talking about her ass which he never would’ve done if he wasn’t interested in her” the ass comment was information he could’ve kept to himself, but he was too excited about his new revelation.

“I can’t believe this! How could he be interested in such a little whore?” Tracey’s voice shrilled into the phone.

“Why are you sounding so upset for!? This is a good thing”

“I’m not upset” she huffed defensively, trying to back track on the obvious jealousy she let out over the phone to her lover. “Just confused in his lack of taste. Now explain how this is a good thing?”

“Because. Now I finally know what to do with the photos. And now that I know he likes her, he’ll pay as much as possible to protect her”

“Hmm” she pondered the idea, pretending to be intrigued by the idea of more money.

Tracey had enough money and while she was always after more, this was one of the rare instances where she cared about something else more. That something else was Harry. Still, she wasn’t about to let some little slut and his ‘feelings’ for her get in her way. She could sway him, as long as you were out of the picture for good. Hence her need for Ethan.

“Swing by after work then and tell me all about it. Warren’s taking the kids to his mother’s for dinner so the house will be free.” She fiddled with her hair, totally uninterested in Ethan’s company but acting like she was just to get more information.

“Not going along with them?” his brow rose and he couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought of Tracey ditching family dinner just for him.

“Ugh, God no. Can’t stand that woman”

“See you tonight then, baby. I’m looking forward to seeing you” he cooed into the phone, smiling like a schoolboy.

“Me too” she rolled her eyes. “See you tonight.”

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Revenge - 05

Word count: 5.3K

Warnings: angst, mention on slight stalking, mention of blood, mention of past death, I take no claim in owning the pictures used in this story along with the people mentioned in this story.

Authors note: Hello lovies! Just wanted to give you a quick introduction to this chapter. Chapter five is a filler chapter, and basically just holds some basic information you, as the reader, will need to continue on with the story of Raeelynn and Harry. Trust me it is about to get ✨ spicy and juicy ✨ with drama. So buckle up and enjoy this short update because chapter six is gonna leave your head spinning!

Spending the entire day laying in bed, eating complete junk, and going over the work that Casey did for me was quite shockingly the one thing I needed the most. I’m quite impressed. For someone who is not taking English literature, she sure knows more than just the basics of the study. Sighing as I finally finish reading over her notes and the peer review she did for my assignment, I close my laptop and begin to gather up the loose papers that I have spread out across my bed. Clicking the pen in my hand over and over again, I lean back and stretch out my muscles. I think over the last few days. Staring blankly at the ceiling, I trace over the swirl patterns in the plaster above me. I lay there trying to convince myself that it wasn’t real. It never happened. Getting up out of bed, I make my way to the opposite side of my room. It had to have happened, or you wouldn’t have been late. You wouldn’t have owed a debt. Standing face to face with the closet door, the thought of if I really wanted to look played over and over again. I could simply go back to my bed and keep them hidden deep in the bottom of my closet and forget they exist. But that just isn’t possible..

Taking a step back and fidgeting with my fingers, I go over the facts that I know are to be true. There were three of us. The blood soaking through the tips of my shoes. His lifeless body laying there. The way he stood above him as if he meant nothing to him.

The life that he so easily took. The burning ache in my legs and lungs as I tried to run.

His hands on my body. His grip getting tighter as his chest beat against mine as we tried to regain our breathing.

Fast cars. Tinted windows. Reckless driving.

Green eyes staring into mine. The window. Blondie.

Bloody hell. I really saw a stranger murder someone in cold blood.

Gnawing my lip raw, I push aside the thoughts and open the closet door. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I give myself one more out. I sigh, crouching down so my knees are on the carpeted floor. I slowly reach my hand in and feel around for them. Soon enough, my hand makes contact and I clasp my fingers around my white vans. Carefully pulling them out, I hold my breath.

Maybe it was just a dream. A nightmare if you will. Surely it didn’t really happen. There will be no blood. You’re just tired and making things up.

I open my eyes slowly and look down at the canvas and rubber in my hands. My breath hitches and my palms get sweaty. My once perfectly white vans are covered in rusty red blood. The material ruined and stained with the memories of that night. The coldness that slid its way down my spine as his lifeless body slowly fell to the ground. The look on his face at the reality that he’d been caught red handed with his crime. The ache of my muscles as I pushed my legs and lungs harder than I ever have before. The darkness of his emerald green eyes getting darker the more he looked at me as I refused to follow his instructions. The nauseated feeling that kept creeping back as the thoughts of whether I would make it out alive or not was on a continuous loop in my head.

How the hell did I witness a murder and make it out alive?

How did they just let me walk away? Surely they will come back for me. They have to. There’s never once been a book that I’ve read where they ever just let the witness leave unscathed and move on with their life as if nothing ever happened. Surely they will be back. Maybe this is their game. How they get off making people go crazy in their own home until they can’t handle it anymore. Not knowing whether they will come back to finish the job or leave you alone. Maybe that’s what he wants. For me to go mad with fear and off myself. Save himself from having another body to clean up right? Count it as a suicide…

I quickly throw the vans into the off my closet and slam the door shut. Leaning against it, I try to regain my breathing. Bloody fucking hell. Raeelynn you just keep digging yourself deeper and deeper don’t you?

The front door opens and slams shut causing my gaze to shoot up and look out into the hallway. Staying silent, I don’t dare move a muscle.

Heavy footsteps echo down the hallway getting closer and closer to the bedroom. Holding my breath, I inch closer against the wall. As my eyes don’t move from the door. Nothing was scheduled. He didn’t have an appointment for me today. My heart beats in my chest like a drum. Blood rushes into my ears. I surely couldn't have forgotten another one. The door knob slowly turns. The person on the other side doesn’t say anything. My lungs are begging for air as I sit and wait.

“Hey Raee, you still up? I stopped by that Thai place that you like. I was thinking we needed a pick me up after our weekend,” Casey calls out as she swings the door open and throws her purse on the floor next to my dresser. My body instantly relaxes and I lean my head back against the wall. “Girl, why are you on the floor looking like you just saw a ghost?” She asks as she holds up the bag full of food. This is why I love her. She doesn’t ask questions. She shows up and supports me with no hesitation. A small smile spreads across my face as I push myself up off the floor and make my way over to her. I engulf her in a tight hug. The force of my body pushes her back a few steps, but she doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around me.

“Thank you,” I whisper in her ear as I fully relax against her. The adrenaline coursing through my veins slowly dies down and my heart slowly goes back to its normal rhythm. She stays silent for a second before a chuckle leaves her lips.

“I mean, I love all the attention I’m getting at the moment, but what exactly am I being thanked for?” She asks as she lets me go and heads out to the kitchen. I follow her, sitting down at the bar, waiting as she begins to plate the Thai food.

“For just being you… and for helping,” I say quietly I avoid her gaze as she slides a plate across the counter. It’s silent for a moment before she picks up her plate and points over at the television.

“Binge watching session. Now. Get ready we are going to make that couch our home for quite a while,” She announces, bouncing her way into the living room and flops down on the sofa. She glances over her shoulder at me and throws me a smirk. “C’mon, Raee I am not getting any younger here.” Trying to fight the smirk that’s making its way across my face I shake my head. I follow her example and grab my plate and welcome the distraction that she knew I needed.

***

“Alright, guys. That's a wrap on today’s class. Don’t forget to leave your essays and peer reviews on my desk as you make your way out. I will have them graded for you by next week. Please begin reading and working on the next assignment. Your final writing project will be worth eighty percent of your grade, so you all need to take this seriously. I didn’t give you the entire semester to work on it for nothing. Make sure you utilize the journal you have been keeping. I am available all week if you guys have any questions.” Professor Tilly announces as she ends the class for the day. Students begin packing up their belongings and collecting their assignments and make their way out. Sighing, I follow their lead and make my way towards the front of the class. Dropping the assignments off on her desk, I hurry up and make my way out of the class fighting the crowd in the process. I push open the doors of the literature hall, squinting at the blinding sun, making my way down the steps.

Holding my bag straps tight, I zig zag between people, wanting to just make it to my car before this pound of makeup Casey applied this morning melts off.

“Look you can’t walk up on campus with your face looking like this without people questioning it, and you most definitely can’t say you fell. No one will believe you.” Casey states as she pins me to my bathroom counter. My face in between her hands as she continues to blend everything in. Groaning, I try to move my face back.

“Look Cas. I appreciate all your help but trust me, wearing this much makeup is going to be way worse than a bruise the size of Manchester on my face,” I bargain as I jump down off the counter and turn to look at what the masterpiece she was trying to create.

“Raeelynn Michelle,” Casey scolds, grabbing my shoulders and turning me around to stop me from over analyzing myself in the mirror.

“Okay. Okay. You win. Finish up, though I gotta leave a bit early to stop by the library.” I give up and take my seat back on the counter, letting her finish her work.

Rolling my eyes, I continue my walk through the busy campus. My lip was almost completely healed, surprisingly which gives me one less thing to worry about. I can’t help but feel slightly paranoid that someone is watching me. Glancing over my shoulder, I quickly look around to see if anything is out of the ordinary. Nothing. Just a bunch of college students rushing around. Some are listening to music. Some are on their phones. While others are simply just enjoying the sunshine. Taking a deep breath and shaking my head, I turn back around to continue my journey but run into a brick wall instead. A brick wall with chocolate brown eyes.

“Bloody hell.” I huff, my hands catch my fall scraping against the rough sidewalk.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry. Are you okay?” A deep voice asks as their hand hangs in front of my face, offering to help me up. Furrowing my eyebrows I squint up at the mysterious man. I hesitate for a few moments before placing my hand in his. He gently pulls me up and takes a step back.” I should totally watch where I am going. I am so sorry,” He apologizes again. His eyes scan up and down my body and gives me a lopsided smile. He’s tall. Has dark hair that is perfectly styled up and slightly to the left. His facial hair is neatly trimmed. It compliments him perfectly. Tattoos line up and down his arms, covering any skin that once was bare.

“It’s okay. Totally not your fault. I was the one that just stopped out of nowhere.” I chuckle softly as I gently wipe off the back of my jeans and straighten my shirt out.

“Well, let me make it up to you. Can I buy you a coffee at least? My mum would be so disappointed if I wasn’t the gentleman she raised me to be,” He said a slight chuckle leaves his lips and he lifts his arm up to run his hand through his locks.

“I’m uh actually late for work,” I say as my lip finds its way between my teeth. I can’t help but scan up and down his body. He’s attractive. Nodding slightly, he smirks.

“Maybe another time then? Uh-” He asks as he holds his hand out for me to shake.

“Raeelynn.” I enclose our hands together, gently shaking it.

“I’ll see ya around. Sorry again.” He takes a step back and motions for me to continue. I quickly step around him. He looked oddly familiar, but, for some reason, I can’t place where I have seen him before.

***

“Oh, dear, how are you feeling? Richard and I were so worried when Casey said that you needed the whole weekend off,” Gloria says as she wraps her arms around me and gently sways us back and forth. I rub up and down her back softly as a small smile spreads across my face.

“I’m doing so much better. It must have been something I ate,” I lied. She withdraws her arms from around me, holding me at arms length. I stare at my shoes to avoid her gaze. I can’t help but feel guilty that I left them high and dry this weekend with what was going to be the biggest sale of the year.

“I’m so sorry! I feel terr-” I start off but she cuts me off.

“Now, don’t you dare apologize. You have already done enough for us and this store. You can’t help that you weren’t feeling too well, now, can you, Darling?” Gloria says as her tiny hands move to my cheeks and forces me to look at her. “All that matters is that you are here and feeling better,” She whispers. She gives me a small smile and lets go of my face. I smile back at her, giving a silent thank you before excusing myself to drop my things off in the breakroom.

Inhaling deeply, I welcome the sweet, musky smell of the books surrounding me. Being away from this place for a few days didn’t help the feeling that engulfs me when I am here. The freedom. The way I am so at ease inside these four walls. I’m myself here. I can be whoever I want to be when I am here with no fear of failing. No fear of punishment. No fear of him. I’m grateful for Richard and Gloria giving me the chance to work here. They didn’t need to accept the small, wide eyed, eager girl who showed up at their storefront all but four years ago ready to beg, bribe, and talk her way into a job. I smile to myself as the memory floods my mind. I run my fingers across the row of books absentmindedly as I make my way down the aisle to the back of the store.

I wave at a few of our normal regular customers as I make my way through the store and slightly tidy up along the way even though I’m technically not on the clock. I just can’t help it. The fact that I have not been here for almost two days has created an itch deep inside me. I need to just run through all the aisles, picking up every single book. Set up displays. Talk to customers about the new hot author is at the moment. To just be here and soak up as much normalcy as I can. It’s the one place I can really be me.

I quickly type in the code for the back room and throw my belongings on the chair. I clock in then head back out to the floor. I rummage through the collection of books that customers changed their minds on before purchasing. Grabbing one of the small book trolleys, I grab a few books and neatly stack them by genre. Making sure they all still have the correct price sticker, I fill the cart up and start to work my way aisle by aisle putting the books back in their rightful place.

I’m on my third trolley before I notice the same weird “someone-is-watching-me” feeling from earlier work its way back up my spine. The air around me seems to chill as I place another hardback book on the shelf. Glancing over my shoulder, I squint and look down the row. Taking a deep breath, I shake my head slightly brushing the thought away and get back to work. Grabbing a few more books off the trolley, I grab the step stool, and place it in front of the non-fiction section. I run my fingers up and down the spine of the top book, welcoming the rough service. I bring it up to my nose and inhale deeply. The smell of new books invades my senses causing a smile to form on my lips before placing them in their rightful place on the shelf.

Grabbing the shelf for levage, I stretch to try and pick up a book that was left laying down. I balance myself on the shelf as my tip toes balance my body on the stool. My fingertips barely brush the paperback as I stretch with everything in me to reach it. Groaning, I finally give up and decide that I will just have to move the stool over a few inches to reach it.

“Need a hand?” A deep voice calls out behind me. Quickly turning on my heel, I lose my balance. The step stool jolts back and forth underneath me. Gravity wins and I reach out for anything to stop me from falling backwards but fail. I brace myself for the hard landing but it never comes. The fall feels infinite until I feel warmth surrounding my body. Arms hold onto me tightly, holding me hostage. My heartbeat pounds in my ears as the adrenaline courses its way through my veins.

I slowly open my eyes, not knowing what to expect. I slowly look around me before following the lines of the arms that have found home around my body. My eyebrows furrow as I try to wrap my head around what is happening.

“You alright? Didn’t mean to scare ya,” The brown eyed boy from earlier asks as he smiles down at me.

“Are you following me?” I ask in shock. I quickly remove myself from his grasp. He frowns down at me and he stays silent. I run my hands up and down my body fixing my uniform of any wrinkles. I quickly looked around in hopes no one saw what just happened.

“Are you just going to stand there gawking at me or are you going to answer?” I demand as I take a step back distancing myself from him. He chuckles under his breath as he leans up and grabs the book I was previously reaching for and holds it out to me before leaning against the bookshelf.

“Sassy one, aren’t ya?” He laughs as if he just made a joke. He notices me not reaching for the book and he gently lays it down on the trolley before running his fingers through his hair. “I’m looking for a book. This is a bookstore innit? I don’t necessarily believe that leads to inquiries of following someone,” He shrugs as a smirk soon finds its way onto his face. Running my tongue over my teeth, I contemplate his response.

“You were at my school. You asked me to get coffee with you. I said no. Now, you are here. At the place that I work. What are the coincedences of that? There are plenty of other bookstores in the area, so I will ask again. Are you following me?” I tuck a piece of fallen hair behind my ear and reach for the trolley.

“Books’n’Realities is the closest bookstore to where I live. Plus, it is the only store that is currently in stock of the book I need,” He explains as he makes his way in front of the trolley stopping my movements.

“What book is that exactly?” I ask with a raise of my eyebrows. He licks his lips as he looks down.

“Okay, so you got me. I wasn’t intentionally following you, but I fancy you. I have for a while. And when I ran into you today I kind of thought that this was my moment to talk to you,” He admits as he slowly lifts his gaze back up to meet mine. I’m at a loss for words. Everything is finally falling into place the more I take in his appearance. He’s the guy. The guy Casey was talking about. The one who comes in and sits up front and asks her about me.

A chuckle of disbelief leaves my lips as I move the trolley to the left of him and continue down the aisle.

“You’re unbelievable. Let me save you time and energy. I am not interested. Clearly you didn’t get the memo when I never spoke to you before as you tried to harass my friend for information. I bet the whole “running into me” today was a total gateway in your pea brain. News flash! That is creepy and quite frankly unacceptable. Get a new hobby and leave me and any other women you might have done this to alone.” I seethe glaring at him. I decided to leave the trolley behind and just get away from him. He steps in front of me once again, blocking me in. His eyes turn from the rich chocolate brown to coal black. His stare doesn’t falter as he takes a step forward, causing me to take a step back. He lifts his hand up to graze his fingertips along my cheekbone. He slowly leans closer causing his breath to hit the side of my neck.

“Trust me. You rather it be me watching you than any one of the others. I’m the nicer one of the pack.” He whispers, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand straight up. My face falls. Pack? Without even a second ticking by, his presence is gone from my personal space. Looking up at him my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Wha-” I start but he interrupts me once again.

“Don’t ask questions. Just keep to your normal routine and nothing will happen.” He threatens as he slowly backs away, turning on his heel and makes his way down the aisle. He stops right before the end. He glances at me with a smirk “Oh, and I have a message for you. He has something of yours. He will be by to deliver it in due time.” He goes to turn back around. Taking a step forward, curiosity gets the best of me.

“Who are you? Who are you talking about?” I question.

“The names Liam,” He declares as he pulls his jacket closer to his body.

“What do you have of mine?” I demand, taking another step in his direction. He holds his hand up, stopping me. With a tilt of his head, he once again smirks at me.

“You know the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’?” He whispers. Nodding my head, my lip finds its way in between my teeth.

“Trust me. You’re gonna wanna be alive for it. All I can say is make sure that friend of yours isn’t in your apartment, or he’ll change his mind.” Before I can even comprehend what has happened Liam is gone in the blink of an eye and I am left standing alone curious and terrified of what the hell is going on.

Trying to finish my shift at the bookstore was anything but easy. My mind raced a million miles a minute with everything that has taken place these last couple days. Trying to get lost in my work seemed difficult as I tried to start a new project. I would zone out with all the possibilities of how Liam knew who I was, why he had been following me, and why the hell he had spent so many weeks hounding Casey about me. In the process of trying to remain calm, I had knocked over two displays of new releases, forgot to put price tags on the new arrivals that needed stocked, nearly tripped over the mop bucket as Gloria and I were finishing up the closing chores for the night.

“Dear, are you alright? Do you still feel ill? You haven’t been yourself all day,” Gloria asks as she places the back of her hand along my forehead. A small smile works its way across my face. Nodding slightly, I grasp her hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

“Yes, I will be fine. Just been a long day, that's all. No need to worry about me.” I assure her quietly. I gather up my belongings and slide my arms into my jacket sleeves. Reaching for my backpack, I quickly stuff some of my school work back in and begin to zip it. “Hey, you haven’t happened to see a small, black journal laying around, have you Gloria?” I ask as I sling the straps over my shoulders. Turning slightly to glance over her shoulder, she takes a moment to think about it. Her eyebrows furrow as she sets the price gun down on the counter top and turns to lean her back side against it.

“No, I haven’t, unfortunately. Why? Have you lost one?” She asks as her arms cross over her chest. Worry consumes her facial expression as she frantically moves her glance across the room. Straightening up, I adjust my jacket and the loose pieces of hair that lay in my face. I look around the break room one last time.

“Uh, yeah. I seem to have misplaced it. It’s for a school assignment and I can’t find it anywhere. No worries, it's probably in the back of my car or stuffed on one of my bookshelves at home,” I lie. She nods her head before pushing herself off the counter and walking over to me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Alright. Well you get on home now. It’s getting late and Casey mentioned that you had a big assignment due today so you must be worn out. I’ll finish up here and have Richard come and get me once I am finished. Hopefully you find your journal, Dear. I’ll keep an eye out here for it as well.” She says as she backs away, holding me at arms length. I give her a small smile before saying my goodbye. I make my way up to the front of the store, but stop myself before grabbing the handle. I turn towards the back exit.

No, Raeelynn. Don’t even think about it! You know what happened last time.

Gulping, I take a deep breath and make my way to the back door. I fight the urge to just leave through the front door and head home. My hands hover over the door handle, debating with my subconscious on if I really wanted to go through with what I know I need to. Making the rash decision and pushing the door open, I welcome the cool wind that brushes against my burning skin. Deja vu takes over as that night consumes my thoughts again. I make my way into the dark. Coming near the dumpster, I see nothing but an empty alleyway. Holding my breath, I round it, waiting to see his lifeless body still on the ground. My eyes grow in disbelief.

My heart stops beating. There is absolutely no fucking way.

The body is gone.

The blood is gone.

No evidence to prove what happened that night was actually real. The adrenaline from that night pulses through my veins once again. The chill of watching his body fall in slow motion to the ground consumes me. I picture the blood soaking through the concrete and through my shoes. Kneeling down, my fingertips gently grazed the rough ground where his body laid. Where his blood flowed. Glancing over at where the tinted black Mercedes sat, there is just an empty street. Not even the tire tracks from Harry flooring it away from there. Surely there should be some trace. Surely someone would have found the body and reported it to the police. Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen anything about a missing person. Or even a murder on the news.

I quickly stand and make my way out of the dark cold alleyway, heading towards the light. Gripping my keys tighter between my fingers, I make my way home through the empty night. The slight burn of my calves draw me out of my daydream as the muscles scream for me to slow down. I was speed walking without realizing it. Glancing over my shoulder, I try to rid my mind of the thoughts that someone was still watching me. I let out a breath I was holding as I see my building come up into view. Basically running the last few yards, I throw open the glass door and take the steps two at a time until I reach the third floor.

Fighting with the keys in my hand, I struggle with finding the right one to fit the door knob. My hands shake as I find the right key, slide it in, and twist it open. Stepping in and quickly closing the door behind me I lock it and throw my stuff on the floor. Relief floods my body as I welcome the safety of my home. Taking a few steps in, my hand searches blindly for the light switch. The kitchen fills with light and I make my way to the fridge in search of something quick and easy to eat before I throw myself into bed.

"Well, you’re home early," A deep, raspy, familiar voice calls out. I see a shadow move out of the corner of my eye. My body goes rigid. I grip the door handle tighter. My breath hitches in the back of my throat and I glance to where I keep my kitchen knives. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warns. His voice becomes louder, closer, and deeper, "I heard you met a friend of mine tonight. Glad to see that you received my message." Harry says as he wraps his fingers around my wrist and slowly removes it from the fridge door.

"What do you want?" I ask. My voice is rough and scratchy. "I didn't go to the police. I kept my word." I whisper as tears pool in my eyes, threatening to fall. I knew this was gonna happen. I knew that he would come back for me and finish what he started. I clear my throat and slowly turn to face green eyes staring down at me. He corners me against the counter, letting out a loud laugh.

"I wasn't worried in the slightest whether you would go to the police or not. They wouldn't have believed you anyways." He taunts as he takes a step back, flinging his long limbs onto the counter. He crosses his legs and his fingers grip the edge of the granite. He leans forward.

His eyes never leave mine. I don't answer him. We just continue our silent stare down. I lick my lips and try to control my rapid heart beat.

"What do you want with me?" I ask. I keep my tone hushed, afraid anything louder will cause him to snap. I take a step forward, hesitantly glancing around my apartment trying to plan my escape.

"Don't worry about anything else other than keeping your normal routine," Harry says as he runs his fingers along the outside of his mouth with a shrug. "I had something of yours. I return what isn't mine. It's only fair." He jumps down off the counter and walks towards the front door, totally ignoring my question.

"Better lock up. Wouldn't want strangers wandering into places they shouldn't be. It's a dangerous world we live in, Raeelynn," Harry teases as he quickly opens the door and steps out without another glance in my direction. Stunned and confused, I quickly ran to the door and locked it. Deadbolt and all.

What the bloody fuck is going on?

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LIKE A TATTOO

Y/N really loves Harry’s tattoos.

Y/N loved the way Harry’s tattoos looked on his skin. They were like little pieces of art, each one telling a story or holding a special meaning. But what she loved even more was tracing the lines of each tattoo with her fingers, feeling the ink on his skin and the ridges of the designs.

It was a habit she had developed early on in their relationship, and one that Harry had grown to love. They would often lay in bed together, tangled up in the sheets, and Y/N would trace the lines of his tattoos while they talked about their day or whispered sweet nothings to each other.

As they drifted off to sleep, Y/N would often continue tracing the tattoos, her touch becoming softer and more gentle as she grew more and more relaxed. Harry would wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, and they would both drift off into a peaceful slumber, feeling the warmth and comfort of each other's love.

Usually, Harry would close his eyes and let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth of Y/N's touch on his skin. He loved the way she traced the lines so delicately, like she was afraid to smudge the ink or damage the design. He loved the way her fingers felt against his skin, soft and gentle yet confident in their movements.

Sometimes Y/N would inspect the tattoos more closely, asking Harry about the meanings behind each one. He would tell her stories about the time he got them or what they represented to him. It was a way for them to get to know each other even better, and for Y/N to understand the parts of Harry’s past that he had immortalized on his skin.

Other times, Y/N would trace the tattoos out of boredom or absentmindedness. But even then, Harry didn't mind. He would just lay there and watch her, feeling the love and affection radiating off of her. It was a comforting feeling, knowing that she loved him enough to memorize every little bit of him, even the fine lines of his tattoos that were unnoticeable from the faraway eye.

Y/N was lying on the bed next to Harry, her head resting on his chest as she traced the lines of one of his tattoos with her finger. She looked up at him with a curious expression.

"Did this one hurt when you got it?" she asked, gesturing to the tattoo she was inspecting.

Harry smiled down at her, his fingers delicately playing with her soft hair. "Not too bad," he said. "But it was definitely one of the longer sessions."

Y/N smiled back at him. "Which one hurt the most?" she asked.

Harry thought for a moment before answering. "Probably the one on my chest," he said. "It felt like the needle was going right through to my heart."

Y/N winced in sympathy. "That sounds painful," she said.

"It was," Harry replied. "But it was worth it. All of my tattoos are reminders of something important to me."

Y/N nodded and continued to trace the tattoo on his arm. Harry watched her with a fond expression, admiring the way her eyes studied each line and curve of his tattoo. "I've always wondered what it would feel like to get a tattoo there," she said.

Harry chuckled. "It's not for everyone," he said. "But I love it."

"I can tell," Y/N said, her eyes still focused on the tattoo. "You have so many."

Harry smiled. "Yeah, I do," he said. "But each one has its own story. They're like little pieces of me that I carry around with me."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes softening. "I love that about you," she said. "You're so... unique."

Harry gazed down at her, his eyes filled with adoration. "And you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said, his hand cupping her cheek.

"I love the way you look at my tattoos," he said softly. "It's like you're seeing a part of me that no one else can truly see."

Y/N smiled and looked up at him. "That's because I love every part of you," she said, her voice filled with tenderness, “I especially love your tattoos," Y/N said softly.

Harry grinned, his eyes sparkling. "I know you do," he said. "You always find new ones to admire."

Y/N grinned, continuing to trace the lines of his tattoos. "As you said; they’re like little works of art," she said. "And they all have a story."

Hary nodded, his fingers playing with Y/N's hair. "Yeah, each one has a special meaning to me," he said. "They're like a visual representation of who I am."

Y/N snuggled closer to Harry, feeling his warmth surround her. "I love getting to know more about you," she said. "And your tattoos are like little clues that help me do that."

Harry smiled down at her, his eyes filled with affection. "You're the only person who can read me like a book," he said.

Y/N blushed, feeling a rush of love for Harry. She traced the lines of his tattoos once more before resting her head back on his chest. They lay there in comfortable silence, the only sound the steady beat of Harry’s heart.

With a contented sigh, Y/N closed her eyes and let herself relax into him, feeling safe and content in his arms, all while gently skimming her finger over the delicate lines that created her name which were marked into Harry’s soft skin in black ink.

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YN in This Is Us

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN is Louis's sister and Harry's girlfriend, and appears in clips in One Direction: This Is Us. Warning: mild swearing

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“Whether we're together or apart, we can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start” Louis and Niall both sing behind you as you walk through the backstage area.

You continue walking beside Louis as you head towards the stage area, Liam and Niall are a few steps in front of you talking about how good they're feeling now they’re standing in the 02 Arena. As you walk between Louis and Helene, Louis swings his arm around your shoulder as you continue to the stage. --- The next scene shows Harry in his white t-shirt and black shorts kicking a football to Louis, whilst Paul explains that it’s their first day of rehearsals and in the background, you're sat with Niall and Louis's friend Oli watching your brother and boyfriend. Louis kicks the ball so hard that it flies between Paul and Will and almost hits them “Heads Will” Louis shouts as a warning. In the background of the scene, your voice can be heard “Lou..be careful will ya”, and the camera shows Harry chuckling at Louis's antics.

--- Louis is sitting on top of one of the tour black boxes in the hallway “I was never really a fan of boybands before One Direction..like I remember me sister YN always listening to some boy group..and it just wasn’t for me you know”. --- The boys are in the open space attempting to practice their choreography. Harry is skipping around topless displaying his tattoos and swinging his white t-shirt in the air, whilst Paul is trying to give them instructions. You’re seen standing with Louis and Liam with your pinched fingers in front of you leaning forwards and back and laughing at each other and your ridiculous attempt at a dance move. In the corner of the screen, Harry is caught staring at you with a slight smirk on his face…”YN you’re supposed to be helping me with these lot…not joining in” Paul playfully scolded. --- “I don’t know if any of you hav’ seen my first audition..but it was horrendous..I hope it doesn’t make any part of this movie” Louis states and the clip of Louis auditioning on The X Factor is shown. A clip from The X Factor is shown where Simon is telling the boys on the show who the final contents are and who is going through to the show. “I can see my mum and YN” Louis explains whilst waving his hand under his chin “and they're going yeah yeah yeah…and I'm like no..this clearly means no” Louis continues his hand movement. --- The boys were at New York City's Madison Square Garden getting ready to perform for the sold-out show. The boys were messing around on the stage, Louis and Liam were doing a dance together and the others running from one part to the other, whilst practising Last First Kiss.

Niall and Harry’s Mum’s were sitting in the back of a horse cart having a tour of the city, explaining how emotional they were about seeing their babies perform at Madison Square Garden in a few hours. Meanwhile, Niall is pushing Harry around the hallway in a large blue bin, and you’re seen walking down the hallways with Liam after going to find him for Lou to style his hair. You stop by the doorway that Niall is about to push the bin through..”What are you doin’?” you ask the pair whilst giggling, Niall continues to chuckle and Harry begins to sing “I’m in the mood for dancing, romancing” the two bodyguards shake their head at the scene in front of them. --- “Even if one member of your family is in the audience..it adds to the nerves” Louis begins to explain whilst sitting in the chair beside Liam “All me family are gonna be ‘ere and I’m just nervous..you know” Liam adds to Louis's statement “For all our families to be together in this place and being here is..like amazing”. --- Your Mum was writing on the red telephone box “my baby first born Louis xx” as you stood beside her in the merch shop. You stood by the merch counter with your Mum and Karen, Liam’s Mum, whilst they explained to the girls behind that they wanted to buy a cardboard stand-up of their boys so that they can take it home and say goodnight to it when the boys are on tour. “Can I have a Louis one?” Johannah asked “YN..are you goin’ to get a Harry one?” your Mum teased, as she and Karen laughed at your playful glare. Karen begins to get upset when talking about how she knew Liam would be big but never that big and how she misses him when he’s on tour. You put your arm around her to comfort her and say “Aww..Karen don’t cry”. --- “With The X Factor…Harry went to an audition..and never came home again” Robin, Harry’s Stepfather explained “You weren’t ready for that..were you?” he turned to ask Anne. “No..as a mother I should be taking him places..and showing him things and.. it..turned around for him to bring us here..it takes a bit of getting used to..it feels quite surreal” Anne spoke softly. Anne is then seen walking down the hallways of the venue and immediately pulls Harry into a big hug “I’ve missed you” she says into his hair and you're seen just behind them smiling at the loving moment between Harry and his Mum. Anne then greets you with a hug and kiss on the cheek “How are you my love?”.

--- Louis is sitting in the chair in front of you reading the playlist for tonight’s show, whilst you blow-dry his hair “Are you stayin’ backstage or sitting with Mum tonight?” he asks you. “I’m goin’ to sit with Mum and Anne” you replied whilst using the brush to move his hair. “Look at you..hangin’ with the in-laws” Louis teased you to which you pushed his shoulder playful, trying to mask the blush on your cheeks. --- Before you head up to your seats with your family and the boy's families, the crew members and families are seen giving the boys words of encouragement and hugs. You’ve hugged and wished Zayn, Niall and Liam good luck before wrapping your arms around your brother's neck “Good luck..you’re gonna smash it” the camera picks up. Moving on to hug your boyfriend…the fans noticed the hug lasting longer than the others and Harry leaving a subtle peck on your temple. --- The boys and the crew are all waiting in the airport for the flight, some are lying across the small uncomfortable chairs and some are laying on the floor using bags and coats as a pillow.

Niall is awake and laying on the small sofa next to Louis, who’s sleeping with his hand resting under his head. Harry is laying on the floor wearing his signature black jeans and brown thick coat, despite not being able to see your face as it's tucked into Harry’s chest, fans are quick to spot Harry’s arms wrapped around you.

--- Harry is seen walking towards you and Louis, in just a pair of boxers, as you’re preparing to style your brother's hair. “Morning” Louis greets Harry as he turns to face him, noticing his lack of clothing as he enters your shared room. “Good morning” Harry’s raspy voice is heard. Louis notices the smirk you and Harry share as your eyes are glued to each other, to which he raises his eyebrows to the camera in front of him with a teasing glint in his eye. After spraying Louis's hair with some hairspray, Harry takes his place in the chair in front of you. Harry starts pretending to play the piano and making strange noises as you attempt to cut his hair and Louis is laying across your bed also contributing to the noises, “Keep still will ya..I’m gonna end up messin’ it up” you tell Harry who looks at Louis with a sheepish smile. But in true Louis and Harry style, they continue their childish behaviour and laugh at your unamused expression. --- The boys are waiting backstage, ready to perform at the 1D Japan party. You’re sat on the stool behind the drumkit, and Louis is standing behind you trying to show you how to play them. “Little Things” Harry suggests for them to practice before heading out to perform. Liam and Zayn are harmonising, whilst Niall and Louis add their own version of the song. Harry comes into the shot where you’re standing with Louis, Liam and Niall…beginning to poke your cheek ”And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth, 'cause it's you, oh, it's you, It's you, they add up to”

--- Harry is adjusting the beanie on his head as he’s explaining to the camera crew, whilst going down the escalator, “We rarely get a day off when we’re visiting places..so it’s nice to walk around…and explore” after moving the string of his mask that’s sitting under his chin, Harry moves to place a hand on your shoulder as your standing in front of him waiting to get off the escalator. Sitting in the back of the van, Harry is telling Niall about his day of exploring “Me and YN went around wearing one of those surgical masks” “Oh you did?..Where did you get them?” Niall asked “I bought a packet of five.. I've got a spare one that you can have” Harry offered. “Sick” Niall replied.

--- “You know we don’t get to see our families as much as we used to” Niall explains “But..um..we have like a road family” Harry is sitting topless on the plain black chair in front of the large mirror waving his hands around at the camera filming, as you're drying his hair, instructed by Lou who was trying to get Lux down for a nap. “I’m Paul Higgins and I’m their tour manager” Paul introduces himself, sitting behind a table covered with different papers. Paul is seen shouting about the boys having five minutes left until they need to be on stage. You're sat on the brown sofa next to your brother whilst he cheekily looks at Paul and says “Thank you Dad”. “The boys are very grounded and that comes from the people around them” Paul explains. “Lou and YN gives us the best haircuts” Liam praises as Lou is shaving his hair and your standing next to her holding some of the equipment” “Aww thank you” you both say in unison. In the next frame, Liam takes the hairspray out of your hand whilst you're trying to tidy up his hair and begins to spray yours. “AHHH…LIAM” you scream. Harry then grabs you and Lou, both being off guard by the sudden movement and pulls you into a group cuddle whilst expressing his appreciation “I love my hair..thanks girls” “Don’t touch me” Lou repeats. --- It’s Paul's birthday and everyone celebrates in one of the backstage rooms, with a song and a round chocolate cake. Harry thought it would be a good idea to smear chocolate icing over your cheek and forehead. The camera captures Harry trying to crawl his way out of the crowded room to escape your grip, but he’s too slow and you manage to climb on top of him. “No..No” Harry is heard shouting and protesting as you wipe a large dollop of icing onto his cheek. Louis’s voice is heard from inside the room “I told you not to mess with her Harry lad” Harry then gets up from the floor and runs after you down the hallway of the venue and eventually wrapping his arm around your front and lifting you from the floor and rubbing his cheek blindly against your face, making you both laugh uncontrollably together. --- The boys are talking about each other and what they bring to the band. Zayn begins by describing Harry as a perfect pop star who was born for it. Louis is sitting on one of the tour boxes “Harry is definitely charming…I mean he’s won over a Tomlinson you know what I mean” “He’s just being Harry and he likes going out and having a good time” Liam adds “and doesn’t want to waste a moment” --- Liam and Harry are fishing, well Harry is leaning his head against the side of the wall. They're both talking about their time on The X Factor and how they remembered little discussions they had…even one about kicking Zayn out of the band because he didn’t turn up to a coffee meeting once.

And in an unseen clip, Harry admitted “I got so nervous..like talking to YN” “Aww mate…I can’t talk to girls” Liam agreed “What was your..like protocol when talking to her?” “I threw things at her” Harry laughed, thinking back to when he used to throw things across the room to get your attention. “You threw things at her?” Liam repeated “Well it clearly worked mate”. --- Louis is skateboarding through the arena and grabs a box of popcorn from the, with you running behind him. Louis is then driving a forklift truck around, with you sitting on the back holding on while he speeds around the room. “Watch out..” Louis announces “The Tomlinsons are coming through” and the security guards are trying to catch you to take the keys off Louis. --- In another clip, you and Harry are outside in the car park of the venue running from Preston and Paddy, Harry’s security. You both managed to get to the metal fence but as you tried crawling underneath, Preston caught hold of your foot to stop you “C’mon now YN” as he helped you up. “I am their Dad on the road” Paul explains “We have a good working relationship..the only issue I've got is their all a pain in the arse..including YN” Paul adds with a chuckle. --- You’re walking through a crowded town with Louis, Liam and Zayn when some fans spot you. Liam asks if Louis wants to go into one of the shops to the left of them. More fans start to recognise the boys and get excited, and more and more fans appear screaming and shouting. The security guards with you all are quick to try and get you all into the shop, protectively Louis wraps his arm around your shoulder to keep you close to him. Once the security ushers you into the shop and closes the front doors, fans start singing What Makes You Beautiful whilst blocking the store. You continue to stand near Louis and Zayn as security decides how to get you all out of there safely. --- At the airport waiting to go home, Harry is laying on the floor whilst Lou’s boyfriend spins him around in circles by his legs. You've seen in the background standing close to Harry whilst he hugs Zayn goodbye. Louis then comes over to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders and is heard telling you to phone him later as you're going home with Harry. --- Harry is back home in his hometown, Homles Chapel, and is walking through a field area that’s not far from his mum’s house. “I like Homles Chapel because every other part of my life has changed…apart from like coming here it’s like exactly the same” Harry speaks as he’s walking across the short grass. As he approaches the water and some trees, he begins to speak “I kissed a girl down here..it was a bit further down..we were like against a tree” and cheekily smiles at the camera “I won't tell you who though…she’s got a scary older brother” Harry joked “..but it was pretty steamy”. --- Your Mum is wearing her red Yorkshire Tea apron whilst she’s sorting through clothes on the bed in front of her explaining how Louis has only been home five times since he auditioned for The X Factor. You and Louis are visiting your great-grandmother at her home in Doncaster “Hello luv’” Louis greets her with a hug. You follow behind “Hello Nan” as you pull her into a loving cuddle. Louis is sitting on the sofa with our Nan with an arm around her should whilst she explains it's been a long time since she’s seen you both, but she does have photos of you both along with your other siblings up on her walls that she looks at every day. --- In another clip, Harry has just woken up and is laying on his bare stomach under a white duvet “We’ve got a show today” he rasps in his husky morning voice. Fans are quick to spot your smaller frame lying on the pillow next to his and he glances at you and mutters “I’m exhausted”. ***

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Revenge - 04

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: mention of domestic abuse, slight mention of blood, gory body images, angst, flash backs to childhood memories, sexual encounters ( m -receiving), slight mention of unwanted sexual activities. I’m honestly not sure if there is anymore, but if you see anything please don’t hesitate to inform me and I will update accordingly!

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Raeelynn’s POV

Groaning, I force my sore, and tired body up the last two steps before I finally make it to my floor. Gripping the ends of my coat sleeves, I take a deep breath as I force myself down the long hallway until I am face to face with the light grey door that leads to my apartment. I reach into my pocket and pull out my keys, welcoming the cold sting of the metal on my fingertips. I slide the key into the door handle, wanting nothing more than to take a long, hot shower, climb into bed, and forget tonight ever happened. My mind is still running a mile a minute as I look over my shoulder before quickly swinging my door open. I hurry up and step in, closing the door behind me, making sure to lock the handle and the deadbolt.

“Where the hell have you been?” A deep cold voice rings through the dark room. My eyes grow wide as the color drains from my face. Fuck. I take a step back, my back comes in contact with the cold door. Silence fills the room as I realize who is waiting for me. This can’t be happening. Bracing myself for what is about to come, my eyes swell with tears as I slowly slide my hand up the wall to find the light switch. I squint at the sudden brightness before forcing my gaze in his direction.

“Do you know what you caused me to lose tonight? Did you forget the arrangement that was made when I allow you to do the things that you do? You are taking advantage of my kindness, Raeelynn, and I will not allow it.” He seethes as he gets off of the stool and slams the cold beer bottle onto the countertop. The condensation slides down the glass bottle and lands on the marble.

“I’m sorr-” I start to whisper before he stops me.

“Shut up! I don’t want your excuses! I don’t want to hear a bloody fucking peep out of you.” He yells from across the room before making his way over to where I am standing. He grabs a fist full of my hair forcing me to look him in the eyes. His face moves closer to mine and I can smell the stale beer on his breath.

“You know the rules. You missed an appointment and you owe a debt.” He spits through clenched teeth. Anger radiates off him. My heart rate picks up as I know what is coming. I close my eyes, waiting for his next move. “Lucky for you, your appointment agreed to wait. Once you pay your debt to him you will pay your debt to me.” He whispers. His breath hits my cheek.

Hot tears fall down my cheeks. He jerks me away from the door and throws me down the hallway. A loud thud echoes through my small apartment as my head feels the rough texture of the carpet. The ruggedness of it scratches the side of my face. I brace my hands under me and try to push myself up off the floor. “You have ten minutes. Don’t make me look stupid.” He towers over me. I get to my feet before making my way to the bedroom. My hand hits the handle but his voice stops me in my tracks. I refuse to turn and meet his gaze. “Raeelynn? You fuck this up and you won’t see the light of day again. Do you understand? You don’t want a repeat of last time.”

***

Pulling the loose strands of hair that have fallen in my eyesight back behind my ear, I quickly remove the ice pack from my face. Staring at myself in the mirror, I don’t even recognize the girl staring back at me. The dark bags under her eyes are sunken making the redness in them pop. The dark bruise that covers the whole right side of her face is different shades of purple and blue. The outline of a hand is prominent along the cheekbone. It’s sure to be swelled tomorrow. My eyes work themselves down her body.

Her lips are already swollen and dark maroon from the dried blood that slowly seeped its way out of the slice from the corner of her mouth. Her shirt has fallen off her shoulder as its collar was torn in half. Reaching up my fingers capture the ripped cloth and gently place it back in its rightful place. I wince at the pain shooting through my arm. A cut works its way down from my elbow to the middle of my forearm. Must have happened from the fall. At least that is what she will tell anyone who notices and starts to ask questions.

“Yes, a fall. I am very uncoordinated and clumsy. I know, I should really watch where I am going,” I rehearse as I bend down and pull the first aid out from under the bathroom sink. Deciding to just wipe it clean with an alcohol wipe and place a bandage over it, I set down the ice pack on the edge of the sink. Once finished, I make my way back down the hallway, following the low-lit way to the bedroom, leaving the mess for future me to take care of. Crawling into bed and surrounding myself deep in the safety of the covers I fight back the tears that threaten to fall at any moment. Curling into a ball, I can’t fight anymore. My body is exhausted and I give in to the overwhelming feeling bubbling inside of me. I am tired. I am barely holding on. I let the tears fall until I run out and the only thing that is left is the emptiness that is always with me.

I lay there in the darkness as my eyes slowly fall shut, not wanting to feel the burning sensation anymore. The silence soon invades my space and I can’t stop the tightness from spreading across my chest. My mind roams to the place I go when I sink this deep. When I am far too gone to do anything but lay here and wish that things were different. With my eyes closed and my body wrapped tightly in my arms, I force myself to picture anything good left in this world. It’s not much but anything, even a sliver of something, is better than what I am used to. Even if it is made up.

I pray that sleep doesn’t find me soon because I don’t think that I can handle the visions that will take over when I can’t protect myself.

We don’t always get what we want now, do we?

***

“Get down on your knees. Now!” He yells as a hand forces me down on the ground. I’m face to face with something foreign.

I force myself and my thoughts to go to my happy place…

It's warm and sunny. The sun is beating down on us as we lay in the dark green grass. Welcoming the smell of the flowers we planted in the backyard along the fence. The sun rays cover your face as you look over at me and smile.

“Isn’t this lovely, Raee?” You ask as your hand reaches up and points at a funny-looking cloud. Your laugh fills the air but only for a moment before you guide me to sit up. “Promise me, Raee. Promise me that you will listen and be good?” You ask as I close my eyes tilting my head back once again welcoming the warm rays beating down on us. I’m not sure what you mean by that, so to get you to focus back on the warm sunny day I reach over and grab your hand and give it a slight squeeze.

“I wish this lasted longer, but it never does. I wish the sun would always stay out. I hate when it’s dark and cold,” I whisper as I slowly open my eyes to look over at you. You just give me a small smile before you pull me in close and kiss the top of my head.

“I know love. You’ve always struggled with the dark,” You whispered as we gently laid back down in the grass. “I’ve got you though. I will always have you, Raeelynn.” Your tone hushed as we lazily stare up at the clouds.

It’s not fair that I am stuck here with no way out. Not since you left me. Left me to deal with this. To have to give pieces of myself to people who don’t deserve them.

My happy place soon fades as his voice rings through my ears.

“You will do as you’re told young lady. Do you understand me?” He spits and grabs my face, forcing me to look up at him. I stay silent. I don’t understand why he is doing this. His hand makes contact with my face and I’m flung to the floor. My hands automatically rush to my face and I feel the sting radiate across my cheeks. “I asked you a question and I expect an answer. Now, your appointment will be here any minute and there will be no funny business. Do what we discussed. You will behave or you will have hell to pay,” He states once again but this time he slows down his speaking to get his point across. He walks out of my view.

I lay there, my hand clutching my cheek. A door opens and a new voice appears. There are mumbles between them. Words I can’t make out at the moment. I quickly wipe my eyes and sit up adjusting myself to look presentable. They get to me, though, I don’t see them. Just their feet. I refuse to glance up. I refuse to meet their gaze. The stranger speaks first.

“Sure is a beauty.” The comment twists a knife in my stomach and nausea radiates through me. I still don’t meet their eyes. I focus on the beige carpet, trying to memorize the pattern woven into it. Anything to keep from acknowledging the two men in front of me. Fingers suddenly trace my jaw and I jump in surprise. They are gentle as they caress my jawline. I can tell it’s the stranger. These fingers aren’t filled with hatred.

“You know the deal,” The familiar voice rings out. The stranger's fingers disappear as he makes his way between us. Fighting back the tears I take a quick glance up at him. Disgust written all over my face. I wonder what it is this time that he wants. I hope that it is worth it. I hope that it is worth all the pain that he is causing me.

It’s not like he cares, though. He never did. No one ever does. I am left to take care of myself. I sniffle to quietly and force myself to stop the tears from falling. Focus on the present. I can't change the past as much as I want to. You’re not coming back. You’re not coming to save me.

Hands entangle themselves deep into my hair. Fingernails scrape my scalp as I am forced further down. The air is trapped in my lungs. Tears fall down my face, mixing with the saliva, making it hard to breathe.

You’re almost done.

You are almost done and then you can go back to burying this deep in the box that has been created for moments like these.

Just finish this appointment and then you are free.

You are almost done and then you can run.

You can go back to the false reality that you have created for yourself.

The sunlight invades my room. Buried between the sheets, I toss and turn. Refusing to open my eyes, I pull the duvet up and over my shoulder to cover my face. Wincing as my shoulder does a full rotation. For a moment, I forgot the events from last night. Flashbacks take over tiny slivers of moments as I fight the sleep from my mind. Blood. Running. Dark curls. Green eyes. Digging my face deeper into my pillow, hopeful that I can get rid of the nightmares, but fail miserably. Hands entangled deep in my hair. His taste invades my mouth. The sting of the hits echoing off my body. Groaning, I give up and throw the duvet off my me, and shiver as I place my feet on the floor. Slowly making my way out of my small room and into the hallway.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I blindly lead myself to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. As the water slowly dumps into the back of the coffee pot, I close the lid and scoop up the coffee grounds, inhaling deeply and welcoming the strong aroma. Turning on my heel, I make my way down the hallway slightly bouncing on the tips of my toes. I force myself to the bathroom. I avoid looking in the mirror. I don’t want to see the black and blue marks on my body. The person I would face would be so disappointed and unfamiliar yet so deeply a part of me that I wouldn’t even know how to describe the love-hate relationship between the two.

You know how to fight, so why the hell didn’t you? He taught you everything you’d need to know…

I’m too tired to even fight my subconscious anymore. I’ve given up on him a long time ago, let alone myself. I gave up on the both of us the night that everything went up in flames. I was a child living in a daydream. I soon would have to wake up and be stuck in a nightmare. Running my fingers through my hair, tucking the loose stands behind my ear as I reach into the shower to turn on the water. I start my to-do list in my head in hopes of distracting myself enough to end the thoughts.

Shower

Eat

Call in sick to work.

Rehearse your story so it’s believable.

Stipping down to nothing, I throw the garments in the hamper before I turn and reach for a towel only to stop mid-stretch. My eyes widened. My stomach twists in knots. I see the color drain out of my face for what feels like the millionth time this weekend. My eyes move down my naked body. Black and blue bruises consume my entire back. The cut on my forearm is a fiery red. Tilting my face, I make out the large handprint that outlines my jaw. The cut on my lip is crusted with dried blood and swollen.

My heart seems to stop in my chest and my lungs burn as I stand in shock at the look of naked self. Breath, Raeelynn. My lips quiver as I scan my body, searching for anything inside me to grab onto to stop myself from crumbling eternally completely. Your list. Focus on your list. Distract yourself and in a few days the bruises will slowly fade, the swelling will go down and you will be able to continue on like this never happened. What’s next on the list?

Finish my essay.

Peer review the few essays in my email for my classmates.

My eyes rise in shock, but this time, not because of my body. Turning on my heel, I run out of the bathroom, not caring that I am completely naked. Goosebumps take my body hostage as I frantically search my apartment. Running to the bedroom, I scan the room. Clothes overflow from my hamper onto the floor. The duvet is a crumbled mess on my bed. My phone, untouched, still connected to my charger.

C’mon where is it? This can’t be happening. Turning and making my way down the hallway to the living area, my eyes tear apart the rooms. The bar stools are pushed away from under the island. Empty beer bottles thrown all over the counter top, stove, and along the floor in front of the trash bin. My purse lay half-hidden under the couch. A few tampons, my extra phone charger, and my keys are spread out on the floor. My breath hitches in my throat.

Where the fuck is it?

Flipping the couch cushions, I frantically search the crevices and around the tv stand in hopes that it just had fallen out. It isn’t here. Standing in the middle of my apartment, my hands deep into my hair as I continuously turn scanning for not only my book bag, but my journal. Well fuck.

***

Wrapping my body up in a towel, I step out of the shower. Turning the water off, I pull the shower curtain close and grab another towel to wrap my hair. The fabric of the carpet squishes between my toes as I drag myself down the hallway and to my room. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I unplug my phone and dial the stores number.

“Good morning, thank you for calling Books’n’Realities. Where every book leads you to a new reality. This is Casey speaking. How can I help you?”

“Oh thank god. Cas, it’s you. Can you do me a huge favor?” I ask quickly, standing up clutching the towel tighter and pace the space between my bed and my closet.

“Raeelynn? Why are you calling the store?” Casey questions. I hear the mumbling of customers in the background along with the constant sound of the bell ringing from the front door opening and closing.

“Look, I need you to let Gloria know I won’t be able to make it in today.” I tell her. My lip finds its way between my teeth.

“You’re kidding right? Today is the big sale. Did you forget?’ Casey huffs out.

“Look, Cas… something came up. And I-” I pause. Tears swell up and threaten to fall. Taking a deep breath, I battle myself with coming clean. Shaking my head even though she can’t see me. I know I can’t. It will just ruin her as well. Wiping my eyes quickly with the back of my hand. I focus on what I called to do in the first place. “I’m not feeling well.” I whisper in a rush hoping that she heard me. The line stays silent for a few minutes. “Casey-”

“Okay. I’ll let Gloria know. But you owe me big time, Raee.” Her voice cuts me off. I hear her rummage through one of the drawers.

“I need one more thing, Casey. Check the back and see if I left my bag there. I’ve looked everywhere and I can’t find it,” I say as I force myself to stop pacing the floor and sit back down on the bed.

“Yeah, I’ll take a look right now. Give me a second to get to the back.” I hear her excuse herself from the register and makes her way to the back room. “How late were you here last night? This place looked incredible when Gloria and I showed up this morning,” She asks. Chuckling, I slowly take down my towel turban off the top of my head and run my fingers through the wet locks.

“I was there till about 8:30. Gloria had more displays that needed set up, and I didn’t really want to go home too early last night. I knew that trying to finish it all in the morning would have been a rush,” I lied fighting the knowing thoughts of the real reason why I didn't want to come home right away. The agreement he had set up. Shivering as the memories once again creep back into my mind.

Now, I wish I would have just come home instead of staying late. None of the last 12 or so hours would have happened if I would have just left at the normal time like always.

Fast cars. Reckless driving. Blondie. Thick accents. Green eyes.

Shaking my head, I try to get his image out of my head.

“Well, Gloria was impressed, but also slightly upset that you stayed so late. Something along the lines of she needs to have a life and not spend all her time deep in the books here.” Casey’s laugh fills my ears and a smile spreads across my face. The books are my escape. I will always spend my time that way. Just like our store motto: every book leads you to a new reality. Anything is better than my reality. Sighing, I wait patiently as Casey looks around the backroom for my bag.

“Yes, you left your bag here last night. I can bring it to you this afternoon when I get off, if you like? I’m sure you are going to need it seen as your big paper is due this Monday, right?” She asks as I take a deep breath in relief.

“Uh, yeah. It’s due Monday along with the peer reviews I need to do. Speaking of, peer reviews, I need yours. Professor Tilly is adamant on us having them with our final draft,” I say as I drop the towel from around my naked body. My breathing calms along with my heartbeat now that I know where my belongings are. “Cas, you don’t have to bring it all the way over here. I can grab it after you guys close up the shop tonight.” I urge, remembering how my skin is sporting the dark blues and blacks and my swollen lip.

“Nonsense, young lady. When have I ever skipped out on you when you were sick? We are in this together. Now, I really need to get back on the floor before Gloria loses her mind with these displays being perfect for the sale. I’ll see ya after my shift. Love ya!” She cheers before I hear the dead dial tone echoing in my ear.

How the hell am I going to hide these bruises? I think to myself as I throw my body back onto my bed, taking a deep breath and try to come up with a plan.

I’ve spent the entire day trying to come up with an explanation as to why I am not really sick, and how I got all these bruises. Casey is not an easy one to fool. Sweatpants and a baggy uni sweater will cover up most of my body. I can’t do much for my lip, but trying to cover this huge handprint on my cheek seems to be my most difficult assignment. It also doesn’t help that, as I am stressing about my physical appearance, I don't have my journal. All I need is for that to land in the wrong person's hands. God how could I have been so stupid and careless? Leaving it at work where anyone could get it. I can’t have people asking questions. I’m so close to finishing my dream, and to just have it ripped away if he finds out. If he finds out that I have been careless. Irresponsible with my part of the deal. I’ve worked too hard. I’ve been through way too much for him to just rip it away in a spilt second.

A knock at the door that startles me out of my thoughts. I freeze in place. Fuck she’s early. My breath hitches. I quickly pull my hair down from the messy bun on top of my head in hopes that it somewhat covers the bruises on my face. My hands clenched tightly welcoming the slight sting of my fingernails digging into my palm. You fell. You are clumsy. It’s believable. You fell. You fell. You fell. I chant in my head as I take small steps towards the door. Swinging the door open, Casey is standing there with a wild smirk across her face as she holds up a brown bag.

“Hey, I brought you soup-” She starts off. She moves to walk around me but stops completely. Her eyes slowly work their way down my face. The bright blue of her eyes soon fade to black as she takes me in. “What the hell happened to you, Raee?!” Her voice echoes down the hallway. I grab her arm and pull in my apartment quickly, closing the door behind her.

“It’s nothing really. I just fell-” I start. I lock the door and turn to face her but quickly regret it.

“Raeelynn, do not lie to me. Yeah. You fell, Right into someone's palm. Tell me now.” She shouts as she slams the brown bag down on my counter. Tossing my bookbag on one of the stools before storming over to me and moving my hair out of my face. I wince at the sudden contact. She gently grips my chin and moves my face back and forth, fully examining it. Tears pool in my eyes and I can’t meet her gaze.

“Cas really it’s not a big deal. Please, just drop it.” I shrug her hand off me and make my way around her, heading straight to my bookbag. Unzipping it, I rummage through the items, looking for my black notebook. I feel my body begin to tremble as the tears fall down my cheeks.

“Raee, I will not drop it. Someone hurt you and you need to tell me who. Was it Logan? I thought that was over.” She demands as I feel her eyes burn holes into my back. Ignoring her, I keep searching the bag, but come up empty handed. God where the hell is it?! My thoughts go rampant as the endless thoughts of who could have it or where it could be. I know for a fact, I put it in my bag before leaving class.

My body slides to the floor as I slowly force myself to accept what’s happening. Everything is crumbling apart. There’s no coming back from this. He’s going to find out. He’s going to find out that I’ve been keeping a secret from him. I welcome the uneasy feeling that is slowly taking over my body. I can’t stop the tears from creating waterfalls down my cheeks. I shake as my body tries to find the oxygen that is missing from my lungs. My back screams in agony as the bruise and marks are being pushed up against the island. Everything around me fades into black. I zone in on the darkness that is threatening to take over my entire being. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t fight it. I can’t hide it. I especially can’t keep living it. I soon feel gentle hands wrap around my small body and hold me tight.

“Shh, it’s okay, Raee. I’m here. You’re okay. Shh, just let it out,” Casey whispers in my ear as she holds me tight and gently rubs my arm. She doesn’t say anything else as we just sit there on my kitchen floor. Her body heat slowly invades me as she pulls me tighter against her. My tears stain her black work shirt. Our bodies gently rock back and forth. I sniffle and bury my face deeper into the side of her neck.

Casey runs her fingers up and down my head slowly, combing through my hair. She doesn’t say anything, giving me the choice of when to speak. I don’t know how long we sit there on my cold floor, but she doesn’t rush it. Soon the sunlight gets dimmer and my butt starts to get numb. My cheeks are now raw and stained with dried tears. I force myself away from the safety of my best friend. Taking a deep breath, I tuck some hair behind my ear and pull the sleeves down over my fingers. The urge in me is screaming to run and lock myself in my bedroom. To shut it all out and pretend that none of this is happening. But life isn’t that simple. It never has been. At least, not for a long time. Bringing my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around them and tuck myself in.

“Logan isn’t real. I made him up.” I whisper as I lay my head down onto my arms and close my eyes. I hear a slight gasp before I feel her hand wrap around my shoulders. “I mean the situation is real, but the person isn’t. I um- it’s a long story and I’m not sure if I am ready to talk about it.” I state as I turn my head to look at Casey. Her eyes are scanning me. Her face is soft and welcoming. That’s what I love about her. It doesn't matter what is going on, she is never one to judge. Always just there, listening and taking care of everyone around her. Taking another deep breath, I slowly unwrap my arms and legs and stand up. Looking down at her, I reach out my hand to her. She looks at me questioningly before clasping my hand in hers and getting up off the floor. I pull her towards the bathroom.

“I can’t explain it, so the only thing I can do is show you.” I softly state

She doesn’t say anything and just nods as she stands back and watches my every move. I turn my back to her as I take one last glance at myself in the mirror. You can’t go back from this! Don't show her! My reflection screams at me, but I ignore her and slowly lift my sweater up and over my head.

What are you doing?! He can hurt her too! Raeelynn!

Dropping my shirt to the floor, I slowly wrap my arms around my torso, allowing her the chance to get a good look at my body and the discoloration. She’s silent as I see her slowly move closer to me in the mirror. Her eyes are full of tears as she gently reaches up to trace my skin. Hanging my head low, I avoid looking anymore. Ashamed of myself and the fact that I failed at the one thing I was supposed to do.

“If you tell a soul about this, Raeelynn, I swear I will take everything away from you. That precious job at that god awful bookstore. You going to uni. The apartment I let you live in. You don’t get these things in life for free. You will work for them. You will keep them if and only if you behave and do as you’re told. Do you understand me?” He seethes in my ear as he grips my arms tighter. I stay silent as he shakes my body back and forth.

“I don’t care if you are eighteen. You will do as you’re told. You are mine, and will work for me until I say so. One wrong move from you and they will be gone.” He states before he lets go of me.

It’s going to all be gone. He will find out. He always does.

“Raeelynn, how long has this been happening?” Casey finally whispers. Her fingers still gently trace my skin as she works her way at outlining every blue and purple marks.

“A while.” I murmur. My voice cracks as my hand moves up to wipe one of the tears that escaped.

“Why-” She starts off but stops herself. Silence fills the space around us once again. She stares at me through the reflection in the mirror. Silently asking me for permission. I nod my head and she leans down to pick up my shirt off the floor, handing it back to me.

“Why haven’t you said anything? We could hav-'' She pauses as she sees me wince as my arms slide back into the warmth of the sweater sleeves. “We could have helped you.” The last sentence comes out as a whisper. She clasps my hand and leads me out of the bathroom into my bedroom. Casey lets go as she moves to my bed, moving the blankets back and motions for me to lay down. She covers me up then lays beside me and pulls me into her chest.

“I can’t say anything, or he will take everything away.” I say in a hushed tone as I pull the blankets up to my chin, hiding my body from the world.

“What do you mean?” She asks as she leans her cheek against the crown of my head.

“The bookstore. Me going to uni. The fact I can live here by myself. He controls- he controls everything I do. If he finds out I told anyone-” I start off but stop as my body begins to shake as the fear of him finding out. “Casey he can’t find out. I can’t go back there again. I can’t.” I cry. The tears slid down my cheeks once again. I fall into her and she pulls me closer into her and she just holds me. She softly shushes me and rubs my back soothingly.

***

I wake up to the smell of bacon. My mind is foggy. I slowly sit up and look around my sunlit room. Rubbing my eyes, I remove the blankets from my body and follow the smell that engulfs my apartment. Casey is standing at the stove with her back to me as she softly hums an unknown tune. My eyes search the kitchen. My laptop and notes are spread out on the island. A coffee mug is placed right next to it as I see stacks of pancakes neatly placed on a plate. A candle is lit in the living room, giving off the smell of fall leaves and pumpkin spice. My purse and belongings are neatly placed on my couch as soft music plays in the background on my television.

“Cas?” I whisper, standing there in shock. She turns around. Her eyes light up and a small smile spreads across her face.

“Ah good afternoon sleeping beauty.” She sings as she bounces over to me and pulls me into a hug. Afternoon? Confused, I quickly glance at the clock above the stove. 2:36 pm. My eyes spring open. “You slept all night and the entire morning. You were so exhausted, Raee. I kinda finished your paper and the peer reviews that you needed done. I also attached my peer review to an email for you to turn in with your paper tomorrow. Oh, and I cleaned up and made breakfast! Well, lunch for you.” She smiles. A soft chuckle escapes as she looks at me and shrugs. Casey watches me as she patiently waits for me to wrap my head around everything she just said.

“Casey, you didn’t have to do that.” I softly state as I take a step around her and look down at my laptop and notes, seeing that she did in fact finish my assignments. I bite back a small smile as I flip through the notes she made on the peer reviews. She even printed them off for me.

“I know that I didn’t have to, but with everything going on, I wanted to help you. I know I can’t help with some things, but this I could.” She bounces back to the stove and flips the bacon.

“About last night- I, I’m sorry.” I whisper as I sit down on the stool and pick up one of the mugs that are filled with coffee.

“Do not apologize! You did nothing wrong. You will tell me when you are comfortable, and I want you to know that I will be here no matter what. Do you understand?” Casey reminds me as she quickly turns and stares me down sternly. Nodding softly, I tuck my hair behind my ear.

“Now I gotta go, but I called Gloria and let her know that you still weren’t feeling good. So, you would have today off. My shift starts in about half an hour, but make sure you eat something. Relax today, okay? I’ll come back after my shift and then we can binge watch that new show that just came out on Netflix, okay?” She asks as she makes her way around the island and holds me at arm's length. I quickly open my mouth to protest, but she stops me. “It’s not a question, and no, I am not doing this because I feel some type of way. I’m doing this because you are my best friend and you are all I have in this world. It’s okay to fall apart and feel the emotions you keep bottled up, but what we aren’t going to do is stay down. There is nothing wrong with you. I won’t tell anyone. I just want you safe, so yes I will be back tonight.”

“Hey Cas?” I call out, causing her to stop and glance back at me. She raises her eyebrows in anticipation. I smile. “Thank you.” I grab a piece of bacon she has placed on a plate next to the pancakes. I take a bite as she smiles back at me and opens the door, disappearing into the hallway.

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harrysxcarolina · 1 year

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this love series | h.s

where their love is alive and back from the dead

summary:

harry and y/n were in a secret relationship for years and unfortunately it had to come to an end, but a year after the split they find themselves face to face once again, maybe they can mend what was once broken.

harry styles x desi!reader

masterlist:

part one: y/n finds herself in the most unlikely place

part two: harry spots a familiar face in the crowd

part three: harry and y/n talk for the first time in months

part four: y/n’s distraction

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harrysxcarolina · 1 year

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I Hate You, Too

Authors Note:

NSFW

I got an enemies to lovers request from a reader just over two weeks ago, and shocker, it’s took me this long to write it. The brief was pretty open, just an enemies to lovers trope that featured smut, so that’s my take it on this. This is the first smut I’ve written for Harry and my first smut in a long, long time.

As always, reblogs, likes, feedback is appreciated and encouraged !!

Lots of love, G xo

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings: Smut, please only read if you are 18+

Contains: A friends birthday night out, confrontation with Harry, heavy petting in the back of the taxi, smut when you get back home

Word Count: 12.1k

MASTERLIST

***

“Nah, I don’t think I can make it,” Y/N said her hands wrapping round her steaming coffee cup.

“I haven’t even told you when it is, babe” Sarah replied with an unamused look on her face and a quirk in her eyebrow.

“Look I love you, but a night out, just isn’t really my thing just now,” Y/N took a mouthful of her latte and sat back in the warm leather chair of the coffee shop they were meeting up in.

“Well, that’s a lie, you love a night out more than anyone else I know,” Sarah chuckled at her friends lie. She was right as well, Y/N loved a night out. “Look, it’s my birthday, it’s just dinner and drinks. Plus, I don’t get to see you that often anymore either,” Sarah said a small pout playing at her lips, she knew if she played her cards right and pouted and put the puppy dog eyes on at the right moment, Y/N would be a goner and agree to come.

“You’re seeing me now,” Y/N said pointedly.

“Y/N…” Sarah sighed.

“No, I know, I’m sorry. Do you not have any other free night we could do something, just us?” Y/N asked.

“This is my only properly free night; I just want my best friend there.” Then she done it, Sarah deployed the puppy dog eyes and laid the pout on thick.

“Ugh, get that look wiped off your face, Sarah,” Y/N groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as to not see her best friend’s sad look. “Y’know I fall for it every time,” she said grumbling.

“Is it working now?” asked Sarah, a teasing lilt to her voice. “Come on, you know you’ll have a good time, loads of people are going, friends I know for a fact, you’ve not seen in ages, just come.”

“Fuck’s sake, Sarah, fine. I’ll be there,” she huffed out. “Just text me the details or something. Who is all coming anyway?” Y/N mused.

“Oh, I’ve asked a lot, we got someone to watch the baby, so Mitch will be there, Charlotte’s coming, we’ve not seen her for ages.” Sarah grinned excitedly, clearly looking forward to her celebration more now that Y/N had agreed to come.

“Is he coming?” Y/N probed; a tone of distaste evident in her voice.

“Who?” the brunette woman asked nonchalantly. She knew exactly who.

“The prize knobhead himself, will Mr Styles, be gracing us with his presence?” Y/N muttered.

“He’s not a knob-” Sarah started.

“Well, he seems like it, the way he treats and acts around me,” she shot back.

Sarah rolled her eyes at her Y/N’s obvious contempt at her other friend. “Anyway, I’m not sure, he’s invited, and I asked him but…”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure he’s far too busy and important,” Y/N said sarcastically picking her mug back up to take a sip, not before muttering a quick “dickhead” into the steaming liquid.

“That’s not fair Y/N/N, you know he works a lot, he can’t help it,” Sarah sighed.

“Look, all I’m saying, if he was that bothered about going, he’d be able to make sure he was. I’m sure he’s got some say in his schedule,” Y/N said, really struggling to keep her aversion to the man at bay now.

Sarah gulped down the remainder of her own coffee before starting, “what even is the situation between you two, anyway?”

“I don’t even know, I was nothing but nice when we first met, but he comes across as a prick and treats me like shit, I’m hardly the type of woman who’s going to roll over and take it am I?” Y/N said with a quirk in her brow

“Hmm,” Sarah considered, seemingly deep in thought as Y/N finished her drink. “He probably won’t even make it, so it’ll be fine, we’ll have fun, promise me you’ll be there?” Sarah said collecting her bag and sliding her arms through her jacket sleeves as they mutually agreed they were done with their catch-up through some unspoken telepathy.

“Twist my arm why don’t you, Jones,” Y/N laughed, gathering her own bag, “I’ll be there, of course I will, just text me the details,” she said before wrapping her arms around Sarah in a parting hug before stepping out in the warm air of August in London.

Y/N was running late as the spindly heels she was wearing clip clopped up the front step of the townhouse that ‘sketch’ London was housed in. She greeted the doorman with her signature radiant smile, indicating she was with the Jones party already seated in ‘The Gallery’. Y/N was actually, very excited for the evening, she loved a night out, she loved sketch and The Gallery had recently been redesigned by an artist she really admired and was so looking forward to seeing it. The doorman led her through to the formerly pink room, which was now a mixture of sunshine and honeyed yellows and golds. Letting her eyes dart around the room, she found Sarah sat in one of the massive booths with a pink foil birthday hat sat jauntily atop her head.

“Y/N/N” she squealed when she saw her best friend flit through the throngs of people around the dining room, there were a couple of other tables near the booth that also houses Sarah’s guests.

“Happy Birthday Miss Jones,” Y/N sang as she shuffled into the booth next to her, wrapping her in a quick hug and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Sorry I’m late, meeting ran late, had to get ready, traffic, the usual,” she rhymed off while peeling off the leather jacket she had donned.

“Don’t be daft, haven’t even ordered yet, thanks for coming though,” Sarah said sincerely with a smile to her best friend.

“I said I’d be here,” Y/N playfully nudged Sarah by her shoulder as her eyes cast around the table, catching eyes with Charlotte at the bottom of the table and sending her and her boyfriend a wave with the twinkling of her fingers.

“Ordered you a drink though with the last round though, should be on its way in a sec,” said Sarah as she adjusted her party hat that was slipping farther and farther back her head, snapping the elastic back into place under her chin.

“You’re a star, Sarah,” Y/N responded while reaching across her best friend to greet Mitch in a quick hug and greeting.

“Y’should know though…” Sarah began, a slight note of apprehension evident in her voice.

“Ah finally decided to show up then, princess,” a mocking voice said from behind Y/N making her snap her head round and up to be met with the smuggest face she’d ever seen.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Y/N groaned glancing back over at Sarah who gave her a quick apologetic look before diving into a conversation with Mitch and one of their friends, deciding she was better staying out of it.

“Happy to see me, Y/N/N?” Harry smirked down at her, placing down the black tray of drinks he had been toting back with him on the table, people in the immediate vicinity grabbing their respective drinks off the tray, leaving two margaritas on the tray.

“Don’t call me that,” she gritted out.

“Ah, sorry, I’ll stick to princess then.” he took his time to glance down at her taking in her all-black outfit, “did you not get the memo this was a birthday party and not a funeral Y/N?” he mused.

“Oh, get fucked, why are you bothered what I’m wearing, hm?” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“I’m not, just feel you’re bringing the mood down, but you would do that anyway in any outfit, wouldn’t you?” he said, scrutinising her. “Move anyway, you’re in my seat,” Harry grumbled.

“Has it got your name on it?” Y/N asked as she looked around her seat, looking for a name tag, mocking him.

“I was sat there before y’came in,” Harry edged closer to her.

“And you weren’t sat in it when I did come in, so go cry about it to someone else, I’m sitting here,” Y/N shot back.

“Hey,” Mitch voiced up from further along the booth, “the pair of you drop it and Harry, sit down,” he was definitely using his ‘Dad’ voice on the pair. Harry had no choice to sit down in the vacant seat next to Y/N on the edge of the booth, as the group’s server arrived and began taking their orders for dinner.

“Twat,” Y/N uttered under her breath.

“Bitch,” Harry whispered to himself.

***

Dinner passed, relatively drama free. Relatively. Besides the few times that Harry’s elbow managed to catch Y/N’s just as she was about to take a bite of her food, knocking her hand away from her mouth, and the once or twice Y/N accidentally flicked Harry in the face with the ends of her hair as she whipped her head round to talk to someone. Maybe the few times Harry kept moving Y/N’s drink further away from her immediate grasp on the table when she wasn’t looking so she would look up puzzled, eyes searching for her glass and Harry could let out a slow drawl of “lost somethin’?” There was zero issue when her sharp heel impaled his foot through the black Vans he donned as she readjusted her seating position, his face forming into a grimace as he let out an irritated huff after the third time she had done so. No, it was drama free, for the most part. Y/N was actually having a good night, catching up with friends and making new ones of Sarah’s that she was meeting for the first time. Once she had managed to tune out his voice that seemed to have a point to make in every conversation she was having.

The copious number of cocktails getting delivered to the table had really loosened Y/N up over the evening, and her annoyance at Harry’s presence was barely thought about now as the meal had finished. They had both slipped into separate conversations and were no longer paying attention to each other or trying to rile each other up. Y/N wasn’t sure who was even ordering her drink of choice any longer, it just kept showing up just as she emptied the previous glass. While deep in conversation across the table with Charlotte, discussing new projects they were both working on, Y/N went to take a swig out her glass to realise it was empty for the first time all night, pouting at the empty glass and licking the remnants of the salt rim from her lips she decided it was time she got her own refill. Gesturing to Charlotte that she would return in a few minutes to continue their conversation. She dug around next to her on the velvet clad bench she was sat on for her handbag, coming across the chain strap. Sliding it onto her shoulder she turned round to the birthday girl, “D’you want another drink, gorgeous?” leaning into her ear so she would hear you over the chatter and music.

“Oh, I’ll have one of whatever you’re having, since you’re offering,” Sarah grinned at Y/N then giving her a sloppily placed kiss to the cheek.

“Okay drunky, I’ll be back in a few,” Y/N giggled, standing up where she sat, wriggling her trousers back up her waist before turning to exit the booth. Only to see, that stupid, smug smile looking up at her.

“Not going to offer to get me a drink, darling?” Harry asked, his eyes roaming up her body before settling on her face, he took a sip from his glass, finishing his own drink, baring his teeth in a hiss as he felt the burn of alcohol slide down his throat.

“Fat chance of that, move, I need out,” Y/N said watching as Harry’s arm stretched round the back of the booth, resting on the back where she was just sat.

“Aw come on, that’s not very nice,” he complained, a fake pout settling on his face.

“I never claimed to be nice, now move,” she glared down at him.

“Say please,” he smirked.

“How does fuck off sound instead?” Y/N was getting more irritated by the second, and Harry knew exactly how to push her buttons.

“No drink, no exit,” he shrugged his shoulders letting out a breathy laugh as Y/N narrowed her eyes at him.

“Fine,” she glanced down to see his hand still resting against the seat back where she stood. She dropped her bag back down onto the bench of the booth as Harry smirked, thinking he had won. She smiled softly before clutching his hand in hers, before swinging her leg over his lap, her left foot landing on the floor on the opposite side of him. She was straddling him, and Y/N could see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as his eyes widened in shock and the smirk dropped from his lips at her risqué behaviour. She lingered for not even a second before popping her other leg over his lap, so she had exited the booth over the top of him. Letting go of his hand, she leant across him grabbing the chain strap of her bag in her hand. Her eyes flickered to his as she slowly stood back up, her teeth sinking into her lower lip before uttering a quiet, “thanks for the boost, Harry,” letting out an airy laugh as she turned on her heel and sauntered over to the bar. Y/N could almost feel Harry’s eye boring into the back of her head.

***

“Can I get two ‘Fantasmargaritas’ please?” Y/N smiled at, the very handsome, bartender.

“You’ve been here before, if you know our speciality” the bartender said as he began making the two drinks a soft smile gracing the man’s lips.

“Oh yeah, I tend to frequent the places I get my favourite margarita,” she praised sliding onto a bar stool at the end of the bar, “and the bar staff aren’t too bad either,” Y/N chuckled.

The bartender eyes snapped up at the woman’s bold comment before a genuine smile graced his face.

“Y/N, I should’ve known it was you with a comment like that,” he laughed putting the cocktail shaker down, wiping his hands down on his apron before coming round the end of the bar to pull her into a hug.

“Lennon,” Y/N sang, squeezing him as she hugged him back. “How have y’been?” she probed leaning on the bar top as Lennon stepped back round behind it to keep making her drinks.

“Between Uni and here? I’m living the dream, Y/N/N,” he laughed as he began shaking the cocktail vigorously.

“You’re doing your master’s now, right? How is it? I keep saying I’m going to go do mine, but I just don’t think I’ve got it in me,” she sighed.

“Well, I’ve only threatened to drop out about three times so, take from that what you will,” he snickered.

“Oh, so better than undergraduate then? Considering you were dropping out of that every other week,” Y/N teased him as he let out a loud laugh.

“Nah, it could be worse, who are y’here with anyway?” Lennon asked his eyes scanning the length of the bar to look for any other person his friend could be with.

“We’re the birthday group in the middle, pink foil hat? That’s us.” she smiled pointing over her shoulder with her thumb.

“Ah, the group with Mr. Styles,” Lennon said knowingly, pouring the first margarita in a glass over ice before filling up the shaker to repeat the process.

“Not you as well,” Y/N let out a huff in annoyance at Harry being dragged into another conversation.

“Hey, we were all told he was here and to be on our best behaviour, that’s all I’m saying,” he looked up as Y/N took a long drink from her freshly made drink.

“See, this is the issue, y’hear he’s here and suddenly everyone is acting different and bending over backwards,” she began to rant before calming down with another sip of the drink.

“So, I take it you’re not a fan?” Lennon snorted as he passed the other drink over to Y/N.

“He’s a twat.” Y/N said firmly.

“He seems keen on you then,” Lennon countered as he cleaned up the mess he’d made from making the drinks.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Y/N quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Just that he’s not taken his eyes off of you the entire time we’ve been talking,” Lennon said lowly, looking past her head, clocking Harry. Y/N swivelled in her seat, to look over her shoulder, as nonchalantly as possible, to see that, indeed, Harry was staring the interaction between Y/N and Lennon down. When he caught her looking, he kept his eyes on hers and his lips ticked into that signature smirk. Y/N spun back round to see Lennon laughing at her noise of disgust and her eyeroll. “What’s even the matter between you two?” Lennon looked at her with a puzzled expression as he began mixing a few other drinks for other customers.

“He’s just never been that nice of a person to me, and I’m not going to be nice to a wanker that doesn’t deserve it,” Y/N sighed taking another sip from her drink.

“Y’ever thought you maybe weren’t that great to him either when you met?” Lennon suggested tentatively.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N’s jaw fell open at his accusing.

“Look, I know you, y’can be a bit… guarded, shall we call it, and he was taking Sarah away from you-”

“I’m really happy for Sarah and the opportunities he’s given her,” Y/N shot back.

“I’m not saying you’re not, you two were attached at the hip and to go from that to hardly seeing each other, ever thought y’blamed him for that?” Lennon proposed slinging his towel over his shoulder. Y/N sat quietly for a few moments, trying to let what Lennon said sink in, he’s not wrong, in fairness. She knows she can be a tough cookie to crack on first meeting, could she have been nicer, she pondered.

“No, fuck that, and even if it’s true that doesn’t give him any excuse to act like a knob and continue being a complete and utter dickhead-”

“Y/N” Lennon cut her off suddenly and she soon found out why when she felt a presence over her shoulder and arm land on the seat back.

“Who’s a dickhead?” that slow drawl Y/N was accustomed to hearing questioned.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Y/N muttered her back arching away from his arm across the back of her stool. Lennon’s eyes flickered between the two before settling on Harry.

“What can I get you, mate?”

“Reposado on the rocks, top shelf,” Harry replied, his eyes still stuck on the side of Y/N’s head as Lennon walked down the bar to grab the top shelf bottle of tequila.

“So, you disappear for a few minutes, and I find you flirting with the bar staff, hm?” Harry said still with a shit-eating grin stuck to his face.

“I wasn’t flirting,” Y/N shot back.

“Sure looked like it,” Harry shrugged moving to lean on the bar top and stare her down.

“What does it matter to you if I was?” Y/N demanded, an unimpressed look settling on her features.

“It doesn’t matter to me, I was just… curious,” Harry began, his eyes quickly taking her in, she was perched on the stool, one knee crossed over the other, her tall heels peeking out the bottom of her wide legged black dress trousers which had a gold pinstripe through them. She had a black graphic tee with a print that Harry didn’t recognise tucked into the waistband, the shirt was just low cut enough his eyes could linger across her decolletage, where her gold chain sat pretty.

“Curious?” Y/N asked leaning forward in her seat towards him, seemingly drawn in.

“Wanted to see how you flirt, if you’re going for the bar staff you must be getting desperate,” Harry teased.

“Go to hell, Harry,” she spat out at him before calling over to Lennon, “how much do I owe you,” she asked trying to dig out her wallet from her bag as quickly as she could so she could get away from Harry as soon as possible.

“Oh uh- let me check,” Lennon said, sensing the tension between the two patrons of the bar, turning round to check the price on the register.

“I’ll get it,” Harry voiced his hand pulling out his own wallet.

“I can pay for my own drinks, Harry,” Y/N fired back.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t, I’m just saying I’ll get these, I’ve got the rest of them all night,” Harry muttered, the last bit under his breath.

“What?” Y/N asked, realising that someone had to be paying for the cocktails that kept appearing for her at the table during dinner, she just didn’t expect it to be Harry.

“Nothing,” Harry murmured, pulling a few notes out his wallet.

“Uh, I’m going to take this to Sarah, Lennon it was nice seeing you,” Y/N finished her own margarita before lifting the full glass to take back to the table.

“Yeah, you too Y/N, I’ll call you, yeah, we’ll have a proper chat,” he smiled at her.

“Mhm, yeah, please do call. I think I need to go get some air,” Y/N slid off the stool and turned walking back to the table to take Sarah her drink. Her head swimming, thinking about the absolute mindfuck that is Harry Styles.

She walked back to the table, leaning into the booth to catch Sarah’s attention.

“Oh hi, Y/N/N, thought you got lost,” Sarah smiled up, her eyes heavy as she was a bit more intoxicated that when Y/N had last seen her.

“Nah, not lost, ran into a friend and then, um,” she paused not knowing what to say, “here’s your drink Jonesy,” she said changing the subject, placing the glass down in front of her.

“Ahh, thank you, my gorgeous, favourite, best friend,” Sarah bubbled, taking Y/N’s hand, and placing a kiss to it.

“You’re welcome, silly, listen I’m just going to step out for a bit of air,” Y/N smiled at Sarah who pouted in return. She had good reason to pout too, Y/N had this habit of ‘stepping out for air’ and failing to return, she’d just decide she was over it and go home without saying anything. “Promise I’ll be back, look, I’m even leaving my jacket, y’know I love that jacket,” Y/N pointed down at the crumpled jacket sat on the bench next to Sarah. Y/N straightened Sarah’s party hat on top of her head after it had slipped down the back again before turning round and making her way to the exit. She had to walk past the bar on her way out the room and tried to keep her eyes on the floor, but she just couldn’t help it. They flashed up to connect with Harry’s own green ones as she left. He seemed to be in a conversation with Adam and Lennon behind the bar, although Harry was seemingly not that interested because as soon as Y/N’s eyes were on him he clocked her. Y/N heard him utter a “keep the change mate,” as he left a few notes on the bar top as she exited the gallery and went out onto the street. The street was surprisingly quiet considering the time of night, which Y/N was grateful for as she leant against the wrought-iron railing of sketch and looked towards the sky inhaling deep breaths of the cool summer air.

She was confused to say the least. He didn’t get to do that to her, he didn’t get to act like he hated her then pay for her all evening without telling, what even was that? She tipped her head back further trying to find stars but was left bitterly disappointed, as always, when the London smog and light pollution kept them from her.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he stood next to her now, as she kept her eyes trained on the sky, refusing to look at him.

“I have a lot of thoughts, don’t think you would want to hear half of them,” Y/N laughed dryly.

“Try me,” Harry persisted.

“Hm,” Y/N let silence fall between them, pulling her gaze from the sky to the reflection in the windows of the building across the street. She saw herself, arms folded across her chest, one ankle crossed over the other, and the taller figure next to her, leant against the railing with his head tilted so he could see her in his eyeline, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him just yet.

“You don’t like me,” Harry mumbled.

“Where did you get that idea?” Y/N asked sarcastically, still watching their reflection, “you don’t like me either,” she finished. Harry didn’t respond to that, just let the silence hang between them.

“Why did you even come out here?” Y/N demanded, her voice raising now, annoyed at Harry’s silence, “if you’re not going to say anything.”

“I just wanted to see if you wer-” Harry began before his voice died in his throat.

“What? See if I was okay, that’s rich, I can look after myself,” she shot him down, beginning to seethe at him lingering over her.

“Y’know what Y/N, you don’t get to act like you’re the only pissed off one here,” Harry’s own voice raising a few decibels.

“What the hell have you got to be pissed about? Y’bought me a few drinks, that I didn’t know about, and I didn’t fall to your feet, if it’s that big a deal Harry I’ll send you the money for them, god forbid I owe you anything,” Y/N scoffed at him, finally turning her body round to look at him, she was sure her eyes were blazing by now as she took him in, his jaw set.

“See, this is what I mean, it’s not a big deal, I don’t want y’to pay for them and I certainly never asked you to fall to my feet. You make out I expect everyone to worship me, and never once, have I said that. Not once, Y/N.” Harry rebuffed, running a hand through his hair.

“Everyone changes when you’re around Harry, whether you notice it or not, everyone changes their behaviour because you’re there, y’just don’t like it because I don’t, I treat you exactly how you treat me,” Y/N said, her voice calming ever so slightly, the calm before the storm some would say.

“Oh yeah, and how is it I treat you Y/N?” Harry fumed.

“Like shit,” Y/N said lowly getting closer to Harry’s face to make sure he heard her, before stepping back again, her head turning back round to see the reflection. “You treat me like shit, Harry.”

“How? When have I ever treated you badly?” Harry asked, seemingly genuinely interested.

“You called me desperate not even twenty minutes ago, I wouldn’t exactly call that friendly banter,” she hissed out at him. “That’s not the first time either.”

“I don’t mean that shit, Y/N,” Harry cringed at the memory, he had said she was desperate and probably more than once.

“Well, that’s sort of hard to believe when you keep saying it. You’re a grade A arsehole Harry, we don’t like each other, let’s call it a day at that.” Y/N was ready to be done with the conversation, argument, row, whatever the pair were having get in a taxi and go, she could always pick up her jacket from the restaurant in the morning.

“Nah, you don’t get to walk off and say that I’m the only arsehole in this situation,” Harry began taking another step towards her as they stared each other down. “You’ve never liked me, when we first met, I tried so fucking hard with you, Y/N, but you wouldn’t let me, I invited you to shows, I asked about what you did, I did everything I was supposed to. You’re the one who decided not to open up, you’re the one that shut me down before even giving me a fucking chance.” Harry’s voice was getting louder again.

“Keep your voice down,” Y/N hissed at him.

“No, I won’t, not until you tell me why, why you decided from the get-go that I wasn’t good enough for Miss Y/L/N, hmm?” Harry’s eyes narrowed at her.

“You’re a twat,” Y/N muttered.

“Yeah, you’ve said, now why?” Harry pushed.

“Because…” Y/N’s voice shrank, barely audible as a car engine cut above it as it drove down the street.

“Because what, Y/N? Come on y’know I haven’t got all night, seeing as you seem so concerned about my busy schedule, eh?” Harry’s words, dripping in sarcasm and Y/N was, honestly, quite over the condescending tone, so she lost it.

“Because I’m fucking jealous, alright!” Y/N almost shouted, a baffled look crossing Harry’s face but before he could interject, she kept going. “I’m jealous of your relationship with Sarah, feel like y’took her from me, and now she’s got you, and Mitch, and all these incredible opportunities, and I’m so fucking happy for her because she deserves it more than anybody I know, deserves it more than you,” she said giving him a pointed look, “but I’m jealous, because she doesn’t need me anymore okay, you took her from me and now she doesn’t need me. That’s why I can’t stand you.”

“You’re mental, y’know that?” Harry questioned.

“Oh, fuck off, Harry,” Y/N began to walk away.

“No, you’re not walking away, Y/N,” Harry grabbed her forearm pulling her back to him. “Of course, Sarah needs you, you’re her best friend, she was going to cancel this whole thing tonight if you told her y’werent coming, she’s been thinking for weeks you would tell her no, she done all of this just so you could spend time together.” Harry said sincerely. “As for the jealousy thing, that’s just fucking ridiculous, I’ve been jealous of you the entire time,” he scoffed.

“Jealous of me?” Y/N almost screeched, “now I know you’ve lost it,” rolling her eyes at him.

“Of course, I’m bloody jealous, everyone automatically likes you for you, no one puts on a front as you put it, just to be mates with you, why d’you think I tried so hard to be your friend,” Harry barked, they were still almost shouting at each other in the street at this point, surely still too worked up to realise their voices were so loud.

“I don’t think calling me desperate is a way to be my friend,” Y/N refuted as they got in each other’s faces.

“Well, I don’t think calling me a prick and arrogant to every person y’meet is a way to be mine, god you’re fucking aggravating” he spat, keeping his darkened eyes on hers.

“Who said I wanted to be your friend, anyway” Y/N bellowed, arms crossing, defences going back up after she came clean about why she had a disdain towards him.

“What did you want to be then?” his signature smirk played at the corner of his lips.

“You make it easy to want to slap that stupid smirk off your face,” Y/N chastised, stepping back, leaning against the railing again as Harry stepped to stand in front of her, her arm came up to stop his approach, hand landing on his solid chest.

Harry’s eyes glanced down to see her hand against his chest, “Y/N,” he said his voice dropping down lowly as his own hand came up to clutch at the wrist of her hand that was pressing into him. Her eyes stayed on his.

“I’m going to kiss you,” his voice warned, stepping closer as he pulled her hand away from his chest, keeping a grip on her wrist.

“You’re not serious?” Y/N mumbled, her tongue darting out to wet her lips on instinct.

“As a heart attack,” his lips were on hers, in a lingering kiss before he pulled back, his eyes searching hers before a breathy laugh came from his nose seeing her jaw dropped open in surprise.

“So bloody aggravating…” he almost groaned, ready to turn around and walk away from the infuriating girl but before he got the chance to step backwards, Y/N had ripped her arm from his grip and threw it around his neck, pulling him into her body and into another searing kiss. Their lips moved feverishly against each other as Harry stood closer to her, crowding over her, his hands coming to rest on either side of her body gripping the railing. She left one hand at the nape of his neck and the other gripped his bicep through the blue checked jacket he was wearing. Harry’s tongue slipped through his lips and traced her bottom lip, at Y/N’s gasp, he took it as his go ahead as he licked into her mouth, his tongue caressing hers as their lips still worked each other. Y/N’s hands carded up into the back of Harry’s hair as she gave a light tug to his roots. Breaking the kiss, as Y/N’s bag slipped down off her shoulder down the arm that was clutching onto Harry’s bicep, to rest in the bend of her elbow. Harry’s own hand came up to hold her jaw, his fingers resting under her earlobe, his thumb caressing her cheek as he placed kissed down the opposite side of cheek and jaw, before trailing down her neck, sucking lightly at the skin as he went.

“H-Harry, more, need more,” Y’N uttered her hips ticking forward to press her entire body against his. He came up for air before pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” He smirked against her lips, his knee splitting her legs open so his thigh could rest in between hers.

“You really are a prick,” Y/N groaned pulling at his hair again.

“You still live in Camden?” He whispered pressing another kiss under her earlobe. Y/N nodded her head as best she could given her predicament. “C’mon Y/N/N, let’s go,” he went to stick his hand out to hail a taxi that was making its way down the street.

“I said don’t call me that, you don’t get nickname privilege just for a kiss” she gritted out before grabbing his hand to stop him hailing the car. “I need to go get my jacket and say bye to Sarah,” she said trying to untangle herself from him.

“Just text Sarah,” he moaned trying to intertwine their fingers, “I’ll get you a new bloody jacket, let’s just go, wanna find out what does get me nickname privileges.”

“Don’t be a twat, this is why people like me, cause I’m nice and say goodbye, try it sometime, you could learn something,” Y/N said knocking him away from the sucking mark he was trying to leave on her neck, “and I’m getting my own jacket, y’can’t jus’ throw money at it, that’s what makes you seem like a knob,” Y/N snorted walking back to the entrance of ‘sketch’ before calling to him over her shoulder, “call a car, I won’t be long.” She strut back in, swinging her hips just a little more to rile him up.

“You’re a bitch,” he called after her.

“I know, you’ve said” Y/N winked at him as she walked back into sketch.

***

“Y/N/N!!!” Sarah was wobbling on her feet by the time that Y/N reached her back at the table as she was doing some sort of two step to the music playing. “Hiya gorgeous, listen, I’m feeling a little worse for wear after being outside,” she absolutely was not, if anything, her time outside with Harry had sobered her up massively. “I think I’m going to grab my things and head home, okay?” Y/N said her hands holding onto Sarah’s to keep her best friend steady.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Sarah’s pout started to form

“Nah, honestly, I’ve got a meeting tomorrow too,” she didn’t, “need to try and sober up for that so I can get through that without the need to be sick,” Y/N giggled to try and convince Sarah of her little white lie.

“D’you need me to call you a ride, or I’ll get Mitch to do it,” Sarah clutched onto Y/N’s arm to hold herself steady.

“What am I doing?” Mitch piped up from behind Sarah taking a grip of his girlfriend so Y/N could let her go to slide her jacket on.

“Nothing, s’fine, I’ve already ordered a car it’s on its way, promise I’m fine,” Y/N smiled at them both.

“As long as you’re sure,” Sarah said with a blissed-out smile, her hand coming up to clumsily rumple Y/N’s hair.

“Perfectly sure,” Y/N laughed at Sarah clutching her hand that she picked off the top of her head, “I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” she said sliding her bag back up on her shoulder.

“Thank you so so much for coming, Y/N/N, wouldn’t have even done this if you couldn’t make it,” Sarah threw herself into Y/N’s arms in a tight embrace as Y/N suddenly felt overcome with love for her best friend.

“Ah, you’re turning me to mush. I love you Jones, so much,” Y/N said wistfully, giving the brunette a squeeze before untangling herself to make her leave. Just as she was about to walk back past the bar to exit, she heard a call from behind her.

“Y/N! You haven’t seen Harry, have you? I’ve not seen him since he was at the bar with you, and that was a while ago,” Mitch called across the room as Sarah looked up at her partner with a puzzled look in her eye.

“Uh-uh n-no I’ve not seen him, sorry Mitchy, I’ll uh- see you guys soon,” Y/N stammered out as Mitch quirked an eyebrow at her, seemingly sceptical of her answer. Giving herself a shake, she gave the group a quick wave before making a dash to leave again.

She finally made it out onto the street, not after bumping into Lennon in the doorway who was having a smoke, Y/N tried to rush through the customary ‘it was so nice seeing you’ and the ‘we’ll catch up soon,’ before Lennon was placing a quick kiss to the cheek as she dashed out.

She looked at the railing where she had left Harry to find it void of any other people, looking up the street to see it deserted too. Surely, he hadn’t left. She spun on her heel to face the opposite end of the street to see the maddening man with his tousled hair leaning against an idling car a few paces down, with the rear passenger seat propped open.

“Didn’t think I’d leave, did you?” Harry questioned as Y/N set off towards him.

“Wouldn’t put it past you,” Y/N stopped in front of him speaking bluntly.

“Well, that’s a nice surprise for you that I stayed then, eh? Your chariot awaits,” he winked holding out his hand in offering to help her into the car. She glanced down at his manicured hand before ignoring it completely, tossing her bag into the backseat and following in after it – without his assistance.

“My chariot,” Y/N snorted turning to see him sliding in the car next to her. “a private hire town car, y’sure know how to treat ‘em, Styles.”

“Hey if I don’t get nickname privileges neither do you,” he muttered slamming the door shut.

“Styles is hardly a nickname when it’s your actual name,” Y/N retorted as the driver took off on the quarter of an hour journey.

“Shut up and c’mere, yeah?” Harry hushed her grabbing her hand that laid on the bench between them. Y/N leaned over her lips ghosting over his, but never quite meeting, no matter how much Harry tilted his head trying to slot them together.

“Can’t even wait 15 minutes to kiss me, think you’re the desperate one, Harry,” she whispered her breath fanning across his face before she pulled away and sitting back in her seat, a glimmer of mischief in her eye as Harry kept his hand in hers.

“You’re a-“

“I’m a bitch, should think of some new names to call me, Harry, that one’s getting old,” her eyes were sparkling now as she continued to push at his buttons.

“You’re the devil,” he kept his eyes on her as she bit her lip seductively, whether she meant it that way or not, it was certainly seducing Harry.

“Well, you know what they say, treat them mean, keep them keen,” she laughed airily.

“Oh, I’m definitely keen,” Harry’s voice was thick with lust as he took their hands that were intertwined, lifting their tangled fingers to his knee, before dragging them up his thigh and resting her hand over the growing hardness in his trousers, leaving his own hand over the top of hers. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes cast down to where her hand lay resting, back up to his own gaze. If she could see herself, she knew her eyes would be dark with want, the sparkle of mischief being taken over completely by her desire for him. “Cat got your tongue, Y/N?” Harry breathed, leaning over his nose running the length of her jaw from her ear lobe up to the corner of her mouth where he placed another kiss. Harry was chuckling wickedly at Y/N’s seemingly shocked reaction to his boldness. Her eyes flickered from where their hands remained unmoving, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip before her eyes came up to focus on Harry’s bright green eyes. She ticked forward, leaning in closer to him before uttering lowly, “no, but it’s certainly got yours.” With that, the hand that was resting on Harry’s ever pressing erection, twitched, as she took a hold of him through the fabric of his trousers and squeezed lightly, cutting off Harry’s mocking laughter, his breath catching in his throat as he fought to keep his hips from jerking up into Y/N’s grip.

Breathing heavily through his nose, he kept his gaze on hers, “how long left mate?” he called over to the driver, his voice raspy with need and before he even heard their driver’s response, he surged forward to connect their lips again, his free hand coming up to tangle in her hair on the back of her head.

***

She took his hand this time. As the car stopped outside Y/N’s flat and Harry slid out the backseat he held his hand out and this time she actually took it to hoist herself out the car, while adjusting the low-cut t-shirt - that was showing just a bit more than she was comfortable with for a public street – that had become displaced with the pairs heavy petting in the backseat.

“Don’t do that on my account, I’ll get to see a lot more in a few minutes,” Harry grinned his eyes dipping down to try and catch an eyeful.

“You’ll see fuck all, if you keep talking to me like that,” Y/N started taking her hand back before slapping him in the chest and taking her bag out of his other hand that he had grabbed on his way out the car, stalking towards the front door. Harry’s hurried footsteps chased Y/N up to the front door and he gripped her hips from behind, pressing himself into her.

“Don’t be like that,” he almost whimpered out. She paid him no mind as she rifled through her bag looking for the bundle of keys, not even as he took his hand and pulled her hair away from her neck and began pressing long, sucking kisses to her neck, occasionally grazing her skin with his teeth which made Y/N shudder. She managed to open the building door and spun around gripping his hand to lead him in. “Hope you can keep your hands to yourself long enough to get upstairs,” she said keeping their hands intertwined as she led him to the stairs.

“Which floor?” Harry asked lowly pulling her into his chest before she started up the steps to stop her.

“Third,” Y/N breathed.

“Better give me somethin’ to tide me over then, babe,” he disconnected their hands wrapping his own round the small of her back, pressing her into him as he sealed their lips together. His tongue split through his lips and traced her own bottom one begging for entrance which she gladly gave him, their tongues meshing. Harry stood over the top of her as he kept her in place against his body, Y/N needed to get some power back in the dynamic they were in, so pushed up on her toes, her teeth lightly nipped into Harry’s bottom lip, pulling it back and letting it pop back into place as she unlocked his hands from her back and began up the stairs at high speed to gain some ground on him. The sound of her heels hitting the steps, echoing in the quiet building.

She made it to her front door before he caught up with her, turning the key in the lock quickly entering the flat and spinning on her heel to face out her front door. Harry approached with looking wild-eyed as he took her in, holding the door so he couldn’t enter. He placed one hand on the door frame and leant in to try and capture her lips in his again, but she turned her head, so he caught her cheek.

“What is it now?” he grumbled, brows furrowing.

“Say sorry,” that glint of mischief was back in Y/N’s eye.

“Huh?”

“Say sorry, or y’can forget about whatever we were going to do,” her tone was playful, Y/N knew herself, even if he told her to do one with her request for an apology, she would probably let him and let him do whatever he pleased with her, she was too far gone for him now. Though she wanted to see how far she could push him.

“Y/N, babe…” he started, give him his due, he did look sincere, although that could be the insane pressure, he was feeling, building in his underwear that was forcing him to give in and give her anything she wanted. “I am sorry, truly.”

“Hmm, for what?” she tilted her head at him, questioning, although Harry swore, she opened the door slightly further.

“For calling you desperate…”

“And?”

“And for being rude and generally, jus’ being a prick to you,” he said, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Hmm,” Y/N pondered over his words.

“What else d’you want me to say Y/N, fuck’s sake, you really are the most infuriating woman I’ve ever met,” and at that Y/N pulled him into the flat by his shirt, shutting the door and locking it behind him before planting her lips back on his.

“You’re insufferable Harry and the biggest arseho-” Y/N began but she cut herself off with her own moan as Harry pushed her back into the wall of the flat’s entryway, his mouth beginning to suck and leave bruising marks across her neck.

“Yeah? Tell me how you really feel baby, tell me y’hate me, come on,” Harry grunted as he shucked her leather jacket from her shoulders letting it land on the laminate flooring, pressing his hips forward so she could feel his cock against her thigh.

“I do, I do hate you,” Y/N panted her hand coming up to weave her fingers through his thick hair keeping his lips to her neck.

“The feelings mutual, princess,” he growled into her throat before coming up to nip at her earlobe. Harry split her legs open with his knee and brought his thigh to the apex of her own, much like he had done outside sketch but this time he didn’t have to hold back. He brought his hands to the plush of Y/N’s hips and encouraged her to rock herself back on his thigh, he could feel her heat radiating, even through their layers of clothing. A high whine escaped Y/N’s throat as she tipped her head back against the wall and her eyes screwing shut as she continued to grind herself down on him, Harry pulled away from her neck, watching her writhe in a fit of pleasure. “Look at you,” he moaned, he was getting off just watching her, “you can’t get enough, y’like a bitch in heat,” his tone was mocking but he has never been so turned on. Y/N pushed at his chest at his comment, before pulling off his own jacket and letting it fall to the floor with hers.

“Bedroom,” she spoke pulling herself from his thigh making her way down the hall to the closed door at the end.

“That was expensive, Y/N,” Harry chastised, looking down at his crumpled heap of a jacket.

“Oh, go fucking cry about it,” Y/N rolled her eyes and when Harry started along the hall to her, she quickly tugged her t-shirt from the waistband of her trousers and pulled it up and over her head, leaving her in her heels, trousers and revealing her black bra to him where he could see her pert nipples pressing against the sheer fabric.

Entering her bedroom, Harry toed off the vans he was wearing at the door and pushed her back into her bed, hovering over her, hands on either side of her head. Y/N’s own hands gravitated to the waistband of his trousers, popping the button of the brown fabric, before grabbing at the fabric of the white Christopher Kane ‘Sex’ t-shirt he was wearing before pulling it up and over his head.

“Interesting choice of shirt,” she heaved out as Harry was licking and sucking his way to her breast, teasing her nipple through the mesh fabric.

“Call it a manifestation or somethin’” he replied, teeth grazing at one nipple while his hand cupped her other breast. Y/N could feel his length against her own pelvis and couldn’t help but buck her hips up looking for a bit of friction, the movement caused a groan to emit from low in Harry’s throat his eyes flickering up to watch her with his mouth still wrapped round her nipple through her bra. She couldn’t help it, she needed him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist pulling him tight against her, the heels of her shoes accidentally pressing into his ass.

“Eh ow?” Harry complained, pulling away from her breasts.

“Get a shift on and take them off then we won’t have a problem, will we?” Y/N retorted pulling her legs up to her chest, so he had access to remove her shoes.

“Won’t have a problem,” he grumbled under his breath, mocking what she said as he caught her by the ankle, her trouser leg rolling up to her knee as he placed a kiss where the shoe ended on her ankle. His nimble fingers quickly unlaced them before he gripped the spindly heel and tugged. Only for the shoe not to budge. He tried again to no avail. His brow furrowed he looked up to Y/N to see her lips pressed together trying not to laugh.

“There’s a zip on the back,” she snickered.

“How long were you going to keep that a secret, huh?” Harry complained finally tossing both shoes over his shoulder.

“Just wanted to see you struggle,” she giggled, reaching behind her back to remove her own bra pulling it from her arms, Harry’s eyes widening at her boldness.

“Is that how it is?” he gripped the waistband of her trousers and pulled her up into a seated position with her legs on either side of his, voice taunting her.

“Fuck you,” she spat at him.

“No, no Y/N, that’s what I’m trying to do to you,” he said softly, popping the fastening of her trousers and dragging the zipper down. She lifted her hips to aid him peeling them from her legs before he laid her back down on the swathes of blankets and her duvet. He began placing kisses down her body, stopping to dip his tongue into her clavicle, swirling it around each of her breasts and sucking each nipple into his mouth for just a second as Y/N’s back arched further into his mouth. Meanwhile, his hand was playing with the elastic of her underwear, lifting it, and letting it snap back in sharp bites against her skin. Her hips wiggled at each nip against them. Before he trailed too far down her body with his mouth, she stopped him.

“Wait, wait, stop,” she panted, and Harry’s gaze shot to hers, his head coming back up to level with hers immediately, eyes flickering all over her face checking he wasn’t pushing too far or doing something she didn’t want. “No, it’s fine, you’re fine, perfect in fact. Jus’ want these off first,” she reassured him before pushing at his trousers with shaking hands.

“Christ, Y/N, you scared me for a second, that I can do,” he went to help her draw his fly down before he paused, and that teasing lilt came back to his voice, “say please, baby.”

Y/N’s eyes blinked repeatedly, trying to take in what he said, she wanted him that was for sure. “Pl-please, Harry, please,” she almost whined, her hands gripping around his neck pulling him close, nuzzling into his neck. That’s the thing about Y/N she took no shit in her day-to-day life, but get her worked up enough in the bedroom, she would become almost docile. Almost.

“Yeah, I can do that. I’ve got you, promise, I’ve got you,” Harry groaned as he helped her push his trousers down past his hips and he kicked his legs free, a contented hum left her throat at the feeling of his bare legs against her own, finally. She could feel his hardened erection even more now as he ground himself into her, only separated by the thin fabric of each of their underwear. It was a series of pants and moans from there on out, from the pair of them.

Harry worked his way back down her body, gripping her underwear in his hands, he glanced back up at her, “can I?” and with a quick nod of her head he was sliding them down her legs, leaving his head resting on her thigh as he drank in the site of her, exposed to him. Her scent thick, folds glistening as a sign he had her worked up, she was pulling him in and before Harry could stop himself, his tongue was painting a wide strip up the length of her. Y/N’s hands flew to his hair, gripping it in fistfuls as his tongue went to work, dipping into where she wept for him before running back up and circling her sensitive clit, she wriggled and squirmed in response, hips bucking every time his tongue lingered directly on her clit.

“So fucking wet, aren’t you?” Harry groaned into her, his hips ticking into the mattress to relieve some of the tension that was building in his own crotch. “Keep still, Y/N,” he warned as she jerked up to his mouth again, and God love her, she did try to keep still, but she did say she was almost submissive in bed, Y/N still wanted to try and put up at least a little bit of a fight. She couldn’t help but try and grind her pussy against his mouth and with a quick nip to her hip he pulled away from her, his chin glistening in her arousal.

“I said, keep still,” his voice was low as he watched her with darkened eyes, as she tried to catch her breath from teetering on the edge that he pulled her back from.

“Or what?” Y/N challenged him, some of that control she liked coming back to her.

“I’ll stop,” he said, although he didn’t sound that convinced.

“I’d like to see you try, come on Harry, you know you’re just as desperate as you say I am.” She was straight up mocking him now, “maybe I’ll go back to the bar, or I’ll call Lennon, I’m sure he would sort me out, if I asked.”

With that, Harry was growling and diving back down to her mound, biting at the creases of her thighs in the process. “Not a fucking chance, this cunt is mine tonight,” he grumbled against her, licking and sucking with more determination and Y/N was approaching the edge quicker than ever. “Would that bartender make you feel like this, would he make you this wet, Y/N?”

“No- no Harry, you, jus’ you,” Y/N moaned loudly, her fingers carding through his hair, needing it to keep her tethered to reality. “Harry, I’m so- can I, can I co-come?” she was stuttering over her words as her legs began to shake over his shoulders.

He pulled his face from her, but let his fingers keep working at her to keep her close to her orgasm, his eyes gleamed wickedly in the soft glow of the bedroom lamps. “Oh no, you can’t come, baby, but thank you for asking.”

“Harry,” she whined out, her hands now going into her own hair, pulling at her roots to stop her from exploding.

“Hold it, Y/N, not until I say, y’won’t have to wait long, promise,” he was watching as his middle and ring finger worked in and out of her, the cool metal of his rings making her hiss when it collided with her hot flesh. He dipped his head back down, his tongue focusing on her clit, rolling it with the wet muscle, grazing with his teeth and he would garner the highest moans from her with quick flicks from his tongue. He kept his eyes on her face, seeing her teeth sinking into her lip every so often, her hands still pulling at her own hair.

“Hands on me,” he moaned against her, and her hands came down, her nails scratching into his scalp, Harry thrived on the slight bite of pain and was moaning lowly as he continued to rut his hips against the soft bedding, needing the friction against his painfully hard cock.

“Look at me,” he grunted as Y/N blinked down at him, her eyes almost looked panicked as she was hanging on the edge, right where Harry wanted her, on a knife edge.

“Come,” he demanded, “now, Y/N, let go babe.” That’s all she needed to hear as her orgasm bubbled over, shattering through her body as it quivered in release and a squeal leaving her lips as Harry worked her through it. “That’s it, fuck, good girl, I’ve got you. Can feel y’squeezing,” he groaned his fingers still curling inside trying to prolong her earth-shattering orgasm as long as he could until her own fingers wrapped round his wrist to stop his movements as she became overstimulated. He pulled his fingers from her before sucking them into his own mouth, moaning at her taste as he lapped them up as Y/N watched through her thick lashes as she caught her breath. He bent down, taking her into a searing kiss, his tongue licking into her mouth so she could get a taste of herself. She gripped his shoulders, Harry thought just because she was into the kiss, but was mistaken when she pulled him harshly and flipped them over, so his back hit her mattress with a puff of his breath leaving his throat at the collision.

“What’re yo-” he started trying to sit up, but Y/N kept his shoulders pressed down on the bed.

“Shh, it’s my turn,” and she went to work, suckling on his earlobe before trailing down his neck, letting her nails scratch lightly against his torso, leaving trails of goosebumps in their path.

“Y/N,” he whimpered, she could feel the muscles of his abdomen rippling under her touch as her hand kept trailing down, he was still in his black briefs, and she could see the dampened spot that held the head of his cock pressed against them. She wanted them off, wanted to see him in all his glory, although she’d never let him hear that.

“What is it, Harry?” her tongue licked over his nipple before her teeth sank lightly into his pec. “Can’t keep still baby? Just remember, unlike you, I can stop, I could walk away and leave you right now, sweating, and needy,” she teased him, kisses dipping lower as her fingers began to skate under the thick band of his briefs. In a moment of boldness, her hand slipped completely into his underwear, and she gripped him, squeezing lightly and Harry let out a low, slow rumble at the sensation of finally having her hand on him. Y/N knew he was big from all their heavy petting and grinding, but now she had a grip of him she just had to see for herself. Scooting down her bed on her knees letting her free hand grip his underwear to pull them off, Harry raised his hips to help her long as she peeled them down his legs. His rock-hard length coming up to slap against his stomach, leaving a speckle of precum in its place. Harry watched her, his ego inflating as her eyes took in his impressive size.

“Look at you, you get off on thinking you have control,” his own hand came down to wrap around his dick, pumping slowly as she watched, thighs squeezing together, “but I know you, Y/N, you want to get your hands on me, to touch, to suck, to taste, to please me,” he taunted, thumbing over his head and slit pulling the oozing precum down to glide his hand easier. Y/N couldn’t take it anymore, and she swatted his hand off himself and wrapped her own back around, leaning over him. Harry’s breath caught as he watched her. She looked up at him, through her lashes as she opened her mouth letting a glob of spit fall and land on the crown of him as her hand began to stroke faster, her wrist twisting every time she got to the head and squeezing at his base. Harry could feel his muscles constricting in his abdomen and had to focus on not bursting as she began to kitten-lick his cock, tonguing up the ooze that was coming from his slit as she moaned at the taste.

“C’mon Y/N, be a good girl and put me in,” he tormented her, although the jeering tone dissipated relatively quickly when she nipped his thigh with her nails, and he hissed at the sharp pain.

“Get fucked, I’ll do what I want,” she complained as she squeezed his base and ran her tongue along the protruding vein on the underside of his shaft. She put him in her mouth, anyway, hollowing her cheeks and sucking his head intensely. He crumbled under the warm feeling of her mouth wrapping around him and began whimpering profusely and she began bobbing her head.

“Please, Y/N, take more, know y’can, please,” and if Harry thought she got off on the control he’d be glad to know she got off on his begging even more. She moaned and the vibrations shot through Harry, and he just couldn’t stop himself from his hips jerking as she choked around him, before having to pull off, saliva running down her chin and his cock. “Fuck m’sorry doll,” his hands scraping her hair back off her face.

“No s’fine, I can, I can do it, I like it,” she mumbled out before taking him back in her mouth working back down him slowly as not to accidentally gag herself. She got him to the back of her throat easier this time without Harry bucking up, as he kept her hair in his hands so he could watch. As she swallowed around him, a string of curses left his lips as he babbled praises at her. Y/N was thriving and trailed her free hand up his thighs to gently cup his balls. Harry was close, and with one roll and squeeze of her hand on his balls he was pulling her off him by her hair.

“Need you to stop or I’ll explode an’ I need to be inside you before I come, I need to,” he heaved out, trying to control himself.

She giggled at him as she lay down beside him, wiping her spit covered mouth on the back of her hand, “have at it then, Styles.” Grinning, Harry raised back up to his knees, leaning over her and kissing her deeply.

“D’you have a condom? I have, but it’s in my jacket on your bloody hall floor,” he said against her cheek as he peppered kisses there as she carded her fingers through his soft hair.

“Mm, top drawer, y’really need to get over the coat on the floor thing, cry-baby,” she joked as he rifled into the closest bedside table drawer, Y/N not really paying attention as she placed her own kisses on the patches of his warm skin closest to her.

“Don’t think this is a condom,” he held up a scanty piece of lace, Y/N realised was her underwear, looking to see Harry had been going through the wrong bedside cabinet.

“Wrong cabinet, arsehole,” she made a grab for her underwear and Harry pulled them from her grasp, looking joyfully down at the red lace between his fingertips.

“Can I keep these? Souvenir or reward or somethin’” he asked.

“Harry,” she warned as her hips ticked up, nudging his cock to try and get him back on track.

“Right, yeah, sorry,” this time leaning across the bed into the top drawer of the opposite bedside table, returning with a square foil package, leaving the bundled underwear behind. Feeling around the foil packet, he squeezed the condom down to the bottom before instructing Y/N to bite down on the material as he tore the package open by her teeth. Rolling it down his length, he sat with his tip at her entrance as she wriggled her hips down trying to get him to slip inside.

“Come on, Harry. Fuck me like you hate me,” she said as a parting shot as he gripped her hips and pushed in, Y/N’s back-arching at the stretch as Harry groaned in pleasure at her warm wet walls engulfing him. Once he was completely sheathed inside her, he paused, waiting for her to give him the go ahead. Her hand came up to cup his cheek, nails scratching at the skin before nodding, eyes rolling back slightly at the pressure she was feeling.

“Move, move, y’can move, please,” she choked out as Harry pulled out to slam back into her soft grunts leaving his throat. As their hips knocked together at a pace that Y/N was sure was going to bruise her, the room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat and their combined moans.

“Come on, Y/N, tell me you hate me,” he grunted out, hand trailing across her torso, tweaking at her nipple causing her to gasp and keen under his touch.

“I hate y-you,” she stammered out with her short breaths as her nails dug into his back at a particularly hard thrust.

“Yeah? Why, tell me why,” he moaned clutching behind her knee pushing it back into the bed so he could reach deeper inside her, a particularly loud moan escaped from the woman under him as he hit her g-spot repeatedly with his deeper thrusts, “there it is, there’s your spot,” he grunted, being purposeful with every thrust to hit it.

“I hate you for being rude,” she rushed out clutching onto his bicep of the arm that was keeping her knee pushed back, her toes flexing by his head. “I hate y’for calling me desperate,” she breathed out before folding for him and revealing how she really felt about that particular insult of his, “even though I am desperate, but just for you, desperate for you, Harry,” she choked out catching his eyes, her mouth falling open, there wasn’t even noise coming from her any longer, he was pounding into her so hard it she was focused on just getting oxygen in and out her lungs.

“Yeah?” he asked as she nodded pathetically, Harry’s thrusts slowing but still hitting deep and hard. “I know, y’desperate for me, can feel your needy cunt weeping for me,” his thumb came down to press into her clit, slipping around on the wetness that was pooling there. “I hate y’too, Y/N,” he grunted out, “I hate the way you wind me up, every. fucking. chance. you get,” he punctuated each word with a sharp thrust as Y/N’s hips ground down to meet his thrusts. “I hate the way that it’s the thought of you that’s got me off, ever since I bloody met you,” he was rubbing tight circles into her clit now trying to get her to a point where they could careen off the edge together. “I hate the way, we should’ve fucked months ago and avoided all the fucking arguments and rows,” he panted out.

“Fuck, Harry, m’so close, I can feel you everywhere,” Y/N’s moans were uncontrollable now as she took his hand off her knee and pressed it to her lower stomach to stimulate her that way too as she hooked her thighs over his hips.

“I know, baby, I know, come on, fucking come for me, drench me, I wanna feel it,” his thumb would not let up on her clit as he pushed further on her stomach, and with that, the scale tipped. Her whole body seized as she came, squeezing his cock in a vice as he continued to thrust to chase his own high and work Y/N through hers. Y/N’s back arched as she let go, a loud long moan escaping her. Blinking her eyes open she caught Harry’s gaze as he began to go slack-jawed about to meet his own end.

“Come, want you to come, baby. Need to see you come, Harry,” she begged as she began to recover from her second orgasm, her words were Harry’s undoing as he slammed into her once more, both hands gripping her hips to keep her still as he spilled into the condom that Y/N could still feel the warmth of him seep through the latex barrier.

“Shit,” Harry breathed out, falling into her neck, where he placed soft kisses to her sweaty skin as she stroked his fingers through his hair.

“You okay?” she questioned into the quiet once they had caught their breath.

“Peachy… you?” he sighed out, raising his head from her neck to look at her.

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine, great in fact,” she said, though Harry wasn’t convinced as he pulled out with a hiss, quickly disposing of the condom before laying down to face her.

“Hey, m’serious, what’s up?” he questioned tucking her hair back that had fallen into her face as she flipped to lay facing him too.

“I don’t know, that was… weird, right? We don’t do stuff like that, we don’t like each other,” she stammered out while also, subconsciously, leaning into Harry’s touch that lingered on her face.

“It’s only weird if we make it weird,” Harry stated simply as he drank her in, her skin glowing and eyes sparkling in post-orgasmic bliss, although she was still lost in thought, as she contemplated his words.

“I lied though,” Harry said softly as her eyes snapped up to his as he kept her gaze, “I don’t hate you, not even a little bit,” he breathed out, a small airy laugh following his admission, who would have thought he just need to have sex with Y/N to reveal how he truly felt.

“You piss me off, sometimes… a lot of the time actually” Y/N whispered into the dark as Harry laughed quietly at her remark, “but, I don’t hate you either, not at all,” she smiled softly at him before Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, kissing her deeply.

Breaking away from the kiss, Harry looked into her eyes, “do I get nickname privileges now?”

Out in the hall, Y/N’s phone vibrated in her handbag, that had been cast aside with the jackets on the floor, with a text from her brunette best friend.

Sarah Jones: Me and Mitch home safe, thank youu soo much for coming Y/N/N.. enjoy your night with Harry xoxo

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