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Nemesis with Benefits 7

Summary: “In facing confrontations and the culprit of all the problems that loom in his life, Harry finds solace, closure, and Y/N…”

Wc: 4.6k

Tropes: enemies to lovers

Warnings: ANGST, fighting, some revelations, fluff, but a lot of anger and confrontation

A/N: so sorry this took so long to write and upload, it’s been a hard one to write but they’re all coming out better at the other end! This is a lot of redemption and closure for Harry so buckle up and remember that no situation is ever just black or white😊

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It had been a week since Harry had spoken to Y/N, and Harry was still not on speaking terms with anybody in the group. Benjamin had refused to speak to Harry ever since he found out about him and Y/N, so they hadn't talked for a month now.

He believed Benjamin's exact words for him were 'hypocritical piece of shit' and 'bad friend'.

Not that he blamed Benjamin in the slightest. He was right, and Harry felt like shit about it. He had been racking his brain on how to fix this mess every second of every day. Usually when it came to matters of feeling, he would talk to Benjamin, but since that wasn't an option anymore, Harry found himself feeling stuck.

He had no idea how he was going to solve this. This mess was far too big to know where to begin with cleaning up. He didn't know how to approach the situation and he certainly didn't know when to do it.

After hours of overthinking on another sleepless night, Harry had finally started to drift off to sleep when his phone began to ring. He was confused at the sight of a random number on his screen but picked up anyway. The sound of Benjamin's voice made him shoot up straight. He had to make sure he wasn't hallucinating when he heard his friend ask him to bail him out of jail.

It was around 5:30am when Harry watched his friend be escorted towards the exit of the police station. Filled with worry and a great deal of nervousness, Harry waved awkwardly at his friend, croaking out a weak 'hi'. The stare that Benjamin held was intimidating to say the least; he looked tired and angry and just—done. He didn't respond to Harry's greeting, he just got in the passenger seat.

The drive was painfully silent, and Harry felt like he was going crazy. He wanted nothing more than to talk, to ask Benjamin what happened, but anytime he tried to say something, the words got stuck in his throat. Still, he had to get over himself, if only to make sure that Benjamin was entirely okay.

This wasn't the first time Benjamin had gotten into some trouble. Guys at college tended to give him extra shit for being gay, flamboyant and unapologetic, and Ben was never one to back down from a fight..

"What happened?" Harry finally dared to ask, keeping his eyes firmly on the road.

"Your ex happened." His friend replied, his voice all hoarse, as if he had been screaming before. Harry turned to him. His hair was all ruffled and his shirt had a rip in it, but it didn't look like he had any form of bruising on his face.

"...Dylan?" Harry carefully pronounced his ex's name. He didn't know why, it just didn't feel right coming out of his mouth anymore. Benjamin nodded, and Harry sighed. "What did he do?"

"Oh, just being his jolly old self." Benjamin threw his head back against the seat, sniffling a weak laugh. Harry's stomach turned; everything pertaining to Dylan just made him nauseous now.

"Was he talking shit? About you?" Harry asked, turning down the street. He was driving quite slow, knowing they were getting closer to Benjamin's apartment. Harry's friend scoffed, shaking his head.

"No, I'm a ray of sunshine." He came to his own defense, glaring sarcastically at Harry, then looked forward at the road again. "No, he was talking shit about you... and Y/N."

Harry pulled the car to a stop. Ben shot forward a bit at the sudden halt, and he looked around warily while Harry turned off the car.

"Uhm, you know that my apartment is one street over—"

"He was talking shit about Y/N? As in, us together? Or separately?"

"I don't know, both I guess. Anyway, his talk about you I could stomach." Benjamin gave his friend a little judgemental stare. "But about Y/N... that was just foul."

Everything in Harry's body began to tense up. He was shivering with anticipatory rage.

"What did he say about her?" He asked, trying to sound as calm as possible, but the question came out more strained than anything. Benjamin gave him a funny look, but answered him anyway.

"He was just— talking about her like she was an object. Saying shit like he had let her pass onto you. Called her— desperate." Benjamin's face pulled into a frown. He was clearly still disgusted with the comments Dylan had made. Harry was boiling inside.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Harry muttered under his breath. Benjamin let out a snort.

"Yeah, I would have beat you to it if the cops hadn't interrupted me."

It stayed silent between the two for a minute. Both just stared out into the distance, letting the clock tick away as the weight of the situation repressed the air in the car. Finally, Harry turned his head to his friend.

"I'm really sorry, about everything. You were in there because of me.” He apologized. “Thank you for defending me, but I’m sorry to have put you in that position.”

Silence lingered for a bit, then Benjamin sighed. "You know… I just don't get it. Do you truly hate her that much?"

“What?” Harry's mouth flew open at the question, his eyes widening.

"I mean, was this just some twisted way of getting revenge?" His friend inquired more, and Harry's hands began to tremble. "I just don't get why you would do it. She was vulnerable, you had to have known that. You had to have knows she was hurting—"

"I was hurting too!" Harry snapped, shutting Benjamin up. With a clenched jaw, he eyed his friend, wondering how he could think such awful things about him. But it dawned on him too; how his actions had aligned. He did look like an utter asshole, and it pained him that he had ever let himself get this far.

"I'd been in love with Dylan since high school, you know." Harry confessed softly, leaning his head against the headrest. "But we only slept together in college."

Benjamin was awfully quiet. Harry took it as a sign to keep talking.

"He told me then he didn't want a relationship, and I was heartbroken, but I accepted it because I didn't want to lose him. I tried to get over him and one day I saw Y/N after class, and for the first time in a long time I found myself being interested in getting to know someone else. I told Dylan, and the next thing I know, they're in a relationship."

Harry looked down at his lap, embarrassed. "I was mad at him, but I took it out on Y/N because I loved him too much to stay angry with him."

"He always made sure I was close enough, but never too close. Whenever he'd feel me slipping away or trying to move on, he'd kiss me or he'd sleep with me or just give me more attention. I always thought it was a sign that he liked me all along, but it was always just about the attention. He just liked that I loved him, and it’s fucking humiliating."

Harry closed his eyes, shame dripping from every word he spoke. When he opened them again and looked at Benjamin, he noted the slight look of disgust on his face. Harry's stomach turned, the feeling of sadness suddenly replaced by raw guilt. He didn't want to feel like this anymore, he wanted to be a better person, but he was convinced he didn't even deserve redemption. He didn't deserve to feel sad about this.

"Harry..." Benjamin finally said, and Harry's ears began to ring at the softness in his friend's voice. Shivers traveled down his spine at the insinuation of having instilled some type of pity into his friend. He didn't want pity, he didn't have any right to be pitied.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore. I mean— it does, but I can't change what happened. I just want to fix whatever's left to fix for Y/N. She never deserved any of this." Harry tried to bring the subject to an end, getting the focus off of him personally. The true victim here was Y/N, so any grace, positivity or kindness was only to be bestowed upon her, not on him. Still, Benjamin sighed sadly, and Harry noticed out of the corner of his eyes his friend's hand reaching for his shoulder.

"Harry, listen. I'm not saying that what you did wasn't bad, but I've also been your friend for a long time, and it hurts me to hear that you've been hurting so much for the past— what? Six years?" He said, his voice very soft and very kind, two things that made Harry frown.

"That's not important, though—"

"Of course it is!" Benjamin interrupted him harshly. "Just because it doesn't justify your actions, doesn't mean it's not fucked up that Dylan used you the way he did. You didn't deserve that either."

Harry's throat was stinging, and when he finally got the courage to take a breath, only a muffled sob came out. He buried his face in his hands, shaking his head as he failed to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. A soft hand began to caress his back, and Harry flinched forward at the sole touch of it, denying himself any sort of comfort.

"Harry..." Benjamin croaked out, leaning towards him and taking his hands off his face, forcing him to look at his best friend. Harry's green eyes were vibrant and red by now, and it felt exhausting to even lock eyes with Benjamin.

"I think I did deserve it." Harry confessed in a soft voice, a near-whisper. Benjamin let out a breath, wrapping his hands around Harry's.

"No you didn't." His friend was firm in his words. "Never, ever, for even a second, think that you deserve to be in pain, Harry."

It had touched Harry, the weight of his words laid out for him like that. He had been acting on this belief for so long, it had become some vital part of who he was. This idea of deserving pain and suffering, to think it was supposed to feel like that, it made him come back to Dylan again and again. It was his own mind that had allowed him to let another person destroy himself to this extent.

The revelation unfolded in his mind. Like a lightbulb in a dark basement after a flood, every crack in the floor was suddenly clear. This suffering he had endured had all been rooted in his view of self-worth, which only had any value when Dylan held any value to it.

Dylan had become a weak spot in his brain, body and heart. He knew what strings to pull and which to let catch dust, and suddenly Harry realized that being with Dylan didn't make him feel youthful and seventeen again. It made him feel small.

A bit dazed now that all the curtains had fallen down and Harry had been staring into the light of this epiphany, he remembered his conversation with you.

"She said we needed to forgive each other...Y/N did."

Benjamin leaned back in his seat, analyzing his disheveled friend as he thought about his answer for a second. Then, he spoke up.

"I think you both need to forgive you."

"I don't think I deserve forgiveness."

Benjamin raised his brow. "I don't think that's your call to make."

Harry's eyes shot to that of his friend, a bit taken aback by the unexpected answer. Benjamin looked stern, his arms crossed as he observed Harry mulling over the answer.

"I think it's up to Y/N to decide whether or not you deserve forgiveness. And I think that when she does forgive you—which I'm pretty sure she will—you should accept it with open arms."

Harry looked at his friend, a bit exasperated by how easy everything seemed when it came out of his mouth.

"...why?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Because you want to be with her, and this is the only way you can be."

Benjamin shrugged as he spoke, like he hadn't just laid Harry's heart out on the dashboard for everyone to see. His eyes were wide from the sheer shock of the words being spoken out loud. As the silence grew, Benjamin shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"You do want to be with her... right?"

"Fuck. I mean, yeah... but I hadn't—"

"What? You hadn't realized?" Benjamin let out a humorous scoff, but when he caught Harry's wide eyes, that smile was quickly wiped off his face. "Oh my god!"

"I mean now that you're saying it I know that I already knew. But I don't talk about my feelings to anyone except you, so I hadn't really... realized." He stumbled over his words, face paralyzed in this newly found surprise. Benjamin cackled loudly.

"God, you're hopeless without me."

"I am." Harry smiled at his friend, slowly calming down from the revelation of just now. "I really am sorry Ben, and thank you for being such a good friend, even when I was being a selfish asshole."

The corners of Benjamin's mouth began to tug up, and suddenly he leapt towards Harry, pulling him into an embrace.

"Fuck, I missed you." He said, his words somewhat muffled because he had his face buried into Harry's shoulder. Then, he suddenly tightened his grip. "Don't ever piss me off again! I hate fights... You know how much I love the hippie movement."

Harry let out a laugh, rubbing his friend's back. "I won't, I promise."

Another thirty or so seconds went by before Benjamin let Harry go.

It was like a huge weight had lifted, in the air and off Harry's chest. Everything had gone to shit so badly in the last couple of weeks, but having made up with his best friend made Harry feel a bit more hopeful about the situation in its entirety. And despite the victory of today, he knew that the toughest thing was yet to come. But it was unavoidable. If Harry ever wanted to be with you, he had to do this first.

"So, what are you gonna do?" Benjamin asked.

"Talk." Harry replied, and started the car.

*LATER THAT DAY*

After Harry dropped off Benjamin at home and refused his twenty offers to crash at his place, Harry headed for a place he initially vouched to never return to. His entire body felt like it had been electrocuted; he was almost certain if he breathed the wrong way he'd explode.

But it was about time he talked to Dylan. He hadn't spoken to him since they broke up, and it was the only thing left to do in order to close this chapter. Harry had shoved so much hurt and resentment to the back of his mind, but it loomed larger and larger every day. He didn't want Dylan to become that shadow in his mind or in life. Now that he knew the impact he had been having on his self esteem, Harry needed to properly end this.

It was 7:30am now, and while it was quite early, at least Harry was certain Dylan would be home. It wasn't a far drive, everyone lived close to campus after all. It felt strange to Harry, walking up to Dylan's apartment, knowing it was the last time he ever would. It was a strange relief to be saying goodbye to this familiar place.

It took about ten knocks before someone finally answered the door. A blonde girl with two pigtails opened the door; Harry thought he'd seen her in his class once. Her make-up was a bit smeared, and she was wearing one of Dylan's shirts, one that Harry had gifted to him for his twentieth birthday. He clenched his jaw.

"Is Dylan home?" He asked the girl politely. She looked back at the living room, then turned to Harry and gave him a nod.

"I need to talk to him. Could you leave us for a bit, maybe?" He posed the question carefully, not wanting to come off strong or aggressive towards this girl. But she was quick to nod.

"No problem, I was going home soon anyway." She said, opening the door further and walking inside. Harry followed hesitantly, swallowing as he walked through the hallway and into the living room. The place looked the same as it always did, but everything was a bit more scattered now. It also smelled faintly of alcohol and cigarettes.

He spotted Dylan immediately. He was sitting slouched on the couch, staring at the TV where an episode of Breaking Bad was playing. It was his favorite show; he always seemed to have it on. A half-eaten pizza sat on the salon table, and he had a beer can in his hand.

The girl walked over to Dylan, planting a kiss on his head and telling him goodbye. Harry didn't know if she noticed he barely raised his hand to graze her arm as she peppered Dylan with kisses, but he hoped she hadn't. Harry had trained himself to notice these things, all these indicators to measure whether Dylan was interested in someone or not. It was still an automatic behavior, and when Harry realized what he was doing, that rage inside him grew again.

The front door closed, leaving the two men alone in the messy apartment. Dylan leaned towards the salon table, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV before finally getting up from the couch.

Harry had to admit that he was a little bit taken a back by how Dylan looked. One of his eyes was black and blue, and it also looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. A bruise seemed to be growing on his forehead too. Benjamin had gotten him good. A tinge of worry awakened inside of Harry.

"Is that your new girlfriend?" He decided to start off lightly, still a bit unsure on how exactly to go about this situation.

Dylan nodded, a small smirk on his face. "Yes, should I pass her over to you when I'm done?"

And just like that, Harry's entire body tensed up, and all the color drained from his face. His hands, neatly tucked behind his back before, were now clenching beside him as he made an attempt to control his breathing.

"Fuck you." He growled, his voice eerily low. It was the only way he was able to talk without yelling Dylan's head off. But when Dylan scoffed, Harry takes a step towards his ex. "No really, fuck you. Seriously, what kind of fucked up human being are you?

Dylan’s eyebrow twitched, and in the blink of an eye, he raised his voice. "What the fuck did I do?!"

"You know damn fucking well what you did! Leading me on for six fucking years! Going after the one person I'd ever shown interest in besides you." Harry stalked further towards Dylan, his rage had simmered into a silent kind, the most dangerous kind. Dylan began to slowly back away, but Harry kept walking. "Bringing her everywhere to rub it in my face, then getting absolutely pissed the night I finally bring a date of my own and telling me everything I'd been wanting you to say for six years. Leaving me again two weeks later like it's nothing. Like whatever you had to prove—which is probably the fact that you want everyone to be obsessed with you—had expired and now my attention was old and worn-out."

Harry looked at Dylan, saw the offended look in his eyes and knew he shouldn't expect an ounce of accountability from Dylan's side. Harry sighed a hopeless sigh.

"That is what you did."

The silence lingered too long, but Harry felt satisfied nonetheless. He had confronted the cause of his hurt; both Dylan and himself. He knew Dylan would probably never apologize, but that's not what he was looking for when he decided to come here. So, Harry turned around, heading towards the door. He had his hand on the knob when Dylan suddenly decided to speak up after all.

"Well, you are obsessed with me, aren't you? Storming into my house in the early morning, fucking my ex-girlfriend..." His voice was full of spite, and Harry could tell he had been walking closer before turning around. When he did spin back, facing Dylan, the tinge of a smile on his face made Harry a bit nervous. Dylan leaned forward, that mischievous grin growing a bit.

"Be honest, do you do it to feel close to me?'

That sent Harry over the edge. In no time, Dylan was on the ground, groaning with his hands on his nose as blood spilled down his mouth. Harry’s knuckles hurt; he hadn’t expected to punch Dylan this morning. It was a sad sight, but Harry couldn't say he regretted it.

"You're fucking disgusting, I can't believe I ever loved you." Harry mumbled, more to himself than to Dylan, but he heard it anyway because he looked up at Harry with a sort of fear on his face. "And don't ever say shit like that again because I swear to God I'll knock your teeth out. Stay away from me, stay away from Benjamin, and stay the fuck away from Y/N."

Dylan didn't say anything as Harry walked out the door, and as it slammed shut behind him, Harry realized this was the first time he'd ever left that apartment feeling light.

He was actually smiling by the time he reached the parking lot, and even though his knuckles were aching and his eyes were fluttering shut from pure exhaustion, Harry felt exhilarated. The air smelled fresh, but it got knocked out him when he saw a familiar figure standing in front of his car.

You were wearing work-out clothes, a light pink matching set. You looked stunning even so early in the morning, and Harry wondered for a second if you had always shone like this or if it was just his pure tiredness that made you look like an angel.

Either way, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He hurried over to the car, keeping his eyes on you as if one side glance would make you disappear.

"Hey... what are you doing here?" He asked, analyzing your body just to make sure you weren't here because something bad had happened. You had a faint smile on your face; that settled Harry a bit.

"Benjamin called." You answered, eyes flicking nervously between Harry and the apartment building he just came walking out of. "He told me you guys made up and that you had gone here. I figured you'd need a chauffeur after such a long night."

Harry laughed and looked around him. "Wait, how did you get here?"

"I ran." You shrugged, but Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.

"You ran?"

"Don't try to sound so surprised, will you?" You chuckled, her cheeks getting a bit more red. "I go on morning runs from time to time. It was the perfect 10 kilometer run, actually."

Harry was still flabbergasted; he didn't even know you ran. He mumbled, mainly to himself: "You ran an hour to get me."

"45 minutes, actually." You were quick to correct him. "I'm training for the half marathon."

Harry looked at the crazy girl in front of him and choked out a laugh. Everything had been so miserable the past few weeks, and somehow one conversation with you had made him forget the intensity of the dread that had been consuming his mind.

Slowly, the laughter died down, and your face went a bit more serious.

"Are you okay, though? That must not have been easy." You glanced up at the apartment complex. Harry shrugged.

"It was necessary." He answered, but your worry didn't wash away. "I feel relieved, to be honest."

Fortunately, that did seem to ease you a little. You hummed, still analyzing his face with your head tilted, looking for a hint of a lie. Your big eyes stared into his, narrowing every now and then as you trailed past every inch of his features. Harry physically couldn't restrain the smile that creeped on his face.

Shit, he really wanted to be with you.

He was happy that you had decided you'd inspected him enough and took your eyes off him, otherwise you might've seen that realization on his face.

"Alright, let's bring you home." You asked, turning towards the car. "Nice car, by the way? Is it an automatic?"

"Yeah it is. And I'm perfectly capable of driving myself, you know. You didn't have to come all this way." He answered, grabbing his car keys from his pocket. Before he could even unlock the car, you had snatched them out of his hand.

"It wasn't a question." You said sternly, the playfulness however clear in her eyes. You opened the car door and nodded towards the passenger seat. "Go on then, get in."

Rolling his eyes, Harry got in the car. You were smug as he sat down without a word, and he let you figure out the car and move the seat a bit before you exited the parking lot.

*TWO HOURS LATER*

You were stuck.

You had intended to drop Harry off, give him some space to process everything, and let him come to you when he was ready, but he quite literally would not let you go.

Harry had been dozing off in the car, but still insisted he was awake enough to convince you to come inside with him. You accepted, of course, if only to make sure Harry was okay. He hadn't said a word about his conversation with Dylan, and you were a bit scared that it might have hit him harder than he currently realized.

He was surprisingly polite, offering you a drink and telling you to sit on the couch and make herself feel at home. It was strange to see this side of him after the constant animosity between the two of you. Despite the unfamiliarity, it felt kind of nice.

Harry had handed you his drink and put his down on the coffee table, but even as he talked his eyes couldn't stop themselves from fluttering shut. You decided to give him a little break, propping a pillow on your legs and telling him to lay down his head on it. You hadn't expected to still be here with a dead asleep man in your lap almost two hours later. He had locked you in, his arms snakingaround you as if you were a huge teddy bear, and there was truly no escaping now.

You tried not to let it get to you, having him so close to you in such a delicate manner. But as you sat there, staring down at his face and calmly stroking his hair, it hit you like a freight train.

The lightest heavy feeling you had ever felt, covering your body like a weighted blanket. The sight of him, the thought of him, it got all caught up in your throat, and your vision blurred with tears. You let out a shaky breath, slowly taking his arms off you. Carefully, you lifted his head and shuffled away from your place on the couch. Much to your surprise, it didn't wake Harry, but you were glad it didn't.

This room was feeling way too small, and you were in desperate need to catch your breath. How could you explain that to Harry without knocking the two of you down right back to where you started?

So, as quietly as you could, you grabbed your bag, put your empty glass on the counter, and left Harry's apartment.

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“You got cheated on, and Harry is the one your ex cheated with. You hate him, he hates you, and the universe seems to hate the both of you, because you keep being thrown into the same spaces.”

warnings: enemies to lovers, smut, angst

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Nemesis with Benefits 7

Summary: “In facing confrontations and the culprit of all the problems that loom in his life, Harry finds solace, closure, and Y/N…”

Wc: 4.6k

Tropes: enemies to lovers

Warnings: ANGST, fighting, some revelations, fluff, but a lot of anger and confrontation

A/N: so sorry this took so long to write and upload, it’s been a hard one to write but they’re all coming out better at the other end! This is a lot of redemption and closure for Harry so buckle up and remember that no situation is ever just black or white😊

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It had been a week since Harry had spoken to Y/N, and Harry was still not on speaking terms with anybody in the group. Benjamin had refused to speak to Harry ever since he found out about him and Y/N, so they hadn't talked for a month now.

He believed Benjamin's exact words for him were 'hypocritical piece of shit' and 'bad friend'.

Not that he blamed Benjamin in the slightest. He was right, and Harry felt like shit about it. He had been racking his brain on how to fix this mess every second of every day. Usually when it came to matters of feeling, he would talk to Benjamin, but since that wasn't an option anymore, Harry found himself feeling stuck.

He had no idea how he was going to solve this. This mess was far too big to know where to begin with cleaning up. He didn't know how to approach the situation and he certainly didn't know when to do it.

After hours of overthinking on another sleepless night, Harry had finally started to drift off to sleep when his phone began to ring. He was confused at the sight of a random number on his screen but picked up anyway. The sound of Benjamin's voice made him shoot up straight. He had to make sure he wasn't hallucinating when he heard his friend ask him to bail him out of jail.

It was around 5:30am when Harry watched his friend be escorted towards the exit of the police station. Filled with worry and a great deal of nervousness, Harry waved awkwardly at his friend, croaking out a weak 'hi'. The stare that Benjamin held was intimidating to say the least; he looked tired and angry and just—done. He didn't respond to Harry's greeting, he just got in the passenger seat.

The drive was painfully silent, and Harry felt like he was going crazy. He wanted nothing more than to talk, to ask Benjamin what happened, but anytime he tried to say something, the words got stuck in his throat. Still, he had to get over himself, if only to make sure that Benjamin was entirely okay.

This wasn't the first time Benjamin had gotten into some trouble. Guys at college tended to give him extra shit for being gay, flamboyant and unapologetic, and Ben was never one to back down from a fight..

"What happened?" Harry finally dared to ask, keeping his eyes firmly on the road.

"Your ex happened." His friend replied, his voice all hoarse, as if he had been screaming before. Harry turned to him. His hair was all ruffled and his shirt had a rip in it, but it didn't look like he had any form of bruising on his face.

"...Dylan?" Harry carefully pronounced his ex's name. He didn't know why, it just didn't feel right coming out of his mouth anymore. Benjamin nodded, and Harry sighed. "What did he do?"

"Oh, just being his jolly old self." Benjamin threw his head back against the seat, sniffling a weak laugh. Harry's stomach turned; everything pertaining to Dylan just made him nauseous now.

"Was he talking shit? About you?" Harry asked, turning down the street. He was driving quite slow, knowing they were getting closer to Benjamin's apartment. Harry's friend scoffed, shaking his head.

"No, I'm a ray of sunshine." He came to his own defense, glaring sarcastically at Harry, then looked forward at the road again. "No, he was talking shit about you... and Y/N."

Harry pulled the car to a stop. Ben shot forward a bit at the sudden halt, and he looked around warily while Harry turned off the car.

"Uhm, you know that my apartment is one street over—"

"He was talking shit about Y/N? As in, us together? Or separately?"

"I don't know, both I guess. Anyway, his talk about you I could stomach." Benjamin gave his friend a little judgemental stare. "But about Y/N... that was just foul."

Everything in Harry's body began to tense up. He was shivering with anticipatory rage.

"What did he say about her?" He asked, trying to sound as calm as possible, but the question came out more strained than anything. Benjamin gave him a funny look, but answered him anyway.

"He was just— talking about her like she was an object. Saying shit like he had let her pass onto you. Called her— desperate." Benjamin's face pulled into a frown. He was clearly still disgusted with the comments Dylan had made. Harry was boiling inside.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Harry muttered under his breath. Benjamin let out a snort.

"Yeah, I would have beat you to it if the cops hadn't interrupted me."

It stayed silent between the two for a minute. Both just stared out into the distance, letting the clock tick away as the weight of the situation repressed the air in the car. Finally, Harry turned his head to his friend.

"I'm really sorry, about everything. You were in there because of me.” He apologized. “Thank you for defending me, but I’m sorry to have put you in that position.”

Silence lingered for a bit, then Benjamin sighed. "You know… I just don't get it. Do you truly hate her that much?"

“What?” Harry's mouth flew open at the question, his eyes widening.

"I mean, was this just some twisted way of getting revenge?" His friend inquired more, and Harry's hands began to tremble. "I just don't get why you would do it. She was vulnerable, you had to have known that. You had to have knows she was hurting—"

"I was hurting too!" Harry snapped, shutting Benjamin up. With a clenched jaw, he eyed his friend, wondering how he could think such awful things about him. But it dawned on him too; how his actions had aligned. He did look like an utter asshole, and it pained him that he had ever let himself get this far.

"I'd been in love with Dylan since high school, you know." Harry confessed softly, leaning his head against the headrest. "But we only slept together in college."

Benjamin was awfully quiet. Harry took it as a sign to keep talking.

"He told me then he didn't want a relationship, and I was heartbroken, but I accepted it because I didn't want to lose him. I tried to get over him and one day I saw Y/N after class, and for the first time in a long time I found myself being interested in getting to know someone else. I told Dylan, and the next thing I know, they're in a relationship."

Harry looked down at his lap, embarrassed. "I was mad at him, but I took it out on Y/N because I loved him too much to stay angry with him."

"He always made sure I was close enough, but never too close. Whenever he'd feel me slipping away or trying to move on, he'd kiss me or he'd sleep with me or just give me more attention. I always thought it was a sign that he liked me all along, but it was always just about the attention. He just liked that I loved him, and it’s fucking humiliating."

Harry closed his eyes, shame dripping from every word he spoke. When he opened them again and looked at Benjamin, he noted the slight look of disgust on his face. Harry's stomach turned, the feeling of sadness suddenly replaced by raw guilt. He didn't want to feel like this anymore, he wanted to be a better person, but he was convinced he didn't even deserve redemption. He didn't deserve to feel sad about this.

"Harry..." Benjamin finally said, and Harry's ears began to ring at the softness in his friend's voice. Shivers traveled down his spine at the insinuation of having instilled some type of pity into his friend. He didn't want pity, he didn't have any right to be pitied.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore. I mean— it does, but I can't change what happened. I just want to fix whatever's left to fix for Y/N. She never deserved any of this." Harry tried to bring the subject to an end, getting the focus off of him personally. The true victim here was Y/N, so any grace, positivity or kindness was only to be bestowed upon her, not on him. Still, Benjamin sighed sadly, and Harry noticed out of the corner of his eyes his friend's hand reaching for his shoulder.

"Harry, listen. I'm not saying that what you did wasn't bad, but I've also been your friend for a long time, and it hurts me to hear that you've been hurting so much for the past— what? Six years?" He said, his voice very soft and very kind, two things that made Harry frown.

"That's not important, though—"

"Of course it is!" Benjamin interrupted him harshly. "Just because it doesn't justify your actions, doesn't mean it's not fucked up that Dylan used you the way he did. You didn't deserve that either."

Harry's throat was stinging, and when he finally got the courage to take a breath, only a muffled sob came out. He buried his face in his hands, shaking his head as he failed to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. A soft hand began to caress his back, and Harry flinched forward at the sole touch of it, denying himself any sort of comfort.

"Harry..." Benjamin croaked out, leaning towards him and taking his hands off his face, forcing him to look at his best friend. Harry's green eyes were vibrant and red by now, and it felt exhausting to even lock eyes with Benjamin.

"I think I did deserve it." Harry confessed in a soft voice, a near-whisper. Benjamin let out a breath, wrapping his hands around Harry's.

"No you didn't." His friend was firm in his words. "Never, ever, for even a second, think that you deserve to be in pain, Harry."

It had touched Harry, the weight of his words laid out for him like that. He had been acting on this belief for so long, it had become some vital part of who he was. This idea of deserving pain and suffering, to think it was supposed to feel like that, it made him come back to Dylan again and again. It was his own mind that had allowed him to let another person destroy himself to this extent.

The revelation unfolded in his mind. Like a lightbulb in a dark basement after a flood, every crack in the floor was suddenly clear. This suffering he had endured had all been rooted in his view of self-worth, which only had any value when Dylan held any value to it.

Dylan had become a weak spot in his brain, body and heart. He knew what strings to pull and which to let catch dust, and suddenly Harry realized that being with Dylan didn't make him feel youthful and seventeen again. It made him feel small.

A bit dazed now that all the curtains had fallen down and Harry had been staring into the light of this epiphany, he remembered his conversation with you.

"She said we needed to forgive each other...Y/N did."

Benjamin leaned back in his seat, analyzing his disheveled friend as he thought about his answer for a second. Then, he spoke up.

"I think you both need to forgive you."

"I don't think I deserve forgiveness."

Benjamin raised his brow. "I don't think that's your call to make."

Harry's eyes shot to that of his friend, a bit taken aback by the unexpected answer. Benjamin looked stern, his arms crossed as he observed Harry mulling over the answer.

"I think it's up to Y/N to decide whether or not you deserve forgiveness. And I think that when she does forgive you—which I'm pretty sure she will—you should accept it with open arms."

Harry looked at his friend, a bit exasperated by how easy everything seemed when it came out of his mouth.

"...why?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Because you want to be with her, and this is the only way you can be."

Benjamin shrugged as he spoke, like he hadn't just laid Harry's heart out on the dashboard for everyone to see. His eyes were wide from the sheer shock of the words being spoken out loud. As the silence grew, Benjamin shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"You do want to be with her... right?"

"Fuck. I mean, yeah... but I hadn't—"

"What? You hadn't realized?" Benjamin let out a humorous scoff, but when he caught Harry's wide eyes, that smile was quickly wiped off his face. "Oh my god!"

"I mean now that you're saying it I know that I already knew. But I don't talk about my feelings to anyone except you, so I hadn't really... realized." He stumbled over his words, face paralyzed in this newly found surprise. Benjamin cackled loudly.

"God, you're hopeless without me."

"I am." Harry smiled at his friend, slowly calming down from the revelation of just now. "I really am sorry Ben, and thank you for being such a good friend, even when I was being a selfish asshole."

The corners of Benjamin's mouth began to tug up, and suddenly he leapt towards Harry, pulling him into an embrace.

"Fuck, I missed you." He said, his words somewhat muffled because he had his face buried into Harry's shoulder. Then, he suddenly tightened his grip. "Don't ever piss me off again! I hate fights... You know how much I love the hippie movement."

Harry let out a laugh, rubbing his friend's back. "I won't, I promise."

Another thirty or so seconds went by before Benjamin let Harry go.

It was like a huge weight had lifted, in the air and off Harry's chest. Everything had gone to shit so badly in the last couple of weeks, but having made up with his best friend made Harry feel a bit more hopeful about the situation in its entirety. And despite the victory of today, he knew that the toughest thing was yet to come. But it was unavoidable. If Harry ever wanted to be with you, he had to do this first.

"So, what are you gonna do?" Benjamin asked.

"Talk." Harry replied, and started the car.

*LATER THAT DAY*

After Harry dropped off Benjamin at home and refused his twenty offers to crash at his place, Harry headed for a place he initially vouched to never return to. His entire body felt like it had been electrocuted; he was almost certain if he breathed the wrong way he'd explode.

But it was about time he talked to Dylan. He hadn't spoken to him since they broke up, and it was the only thing left to do in order to close this chapter. Harry had shoved so much hurt and resentment to the back of his mind, but it loomed larger and larger every day. He didn't want Dylan to become that shadow in his mind or in life. Now that he knew the impact he had been having on his self esteem, Harry needed to properly end this.

It was 7:30am now, and while it was quite early, at least Harry was certain Dylan would be home. It wasn't a far drive, everyone lived close to campus after all. It felt strange to Harry, walking up to Dylan's apartment, knowing it was the last time he ever would. It was a strange relief to be saying goodbye to this familiar place.

It took about ten knocks before someone finally answered the door. A blonde girl with two pigtails opened the door; Harry thought he'd seen her in his class once. Her make-up was a bit smeared, and she was wearing one of Dylan's shirts, one that Harry had gifted to him for his twentieth birthday. He clenched his jaw.

"Is Dylan home?" He asked the girl politely. She looked back at the living room, then turned to Harry and gave him a nod.

"I need to talk to him. Could you leave us for a bit, maybe?" He posed the question carefully, not wanting to come off strong or aggressive towards this girl. But she was quick to nod.

"No problem, I was going home soon anyway." She said, opening the door further and walking inside. Harry followed hesitantly, swallowing as he walked through the hallway and into the living room. The place looked the same as it always did, but everything was a bit more scattered now. It also smelled faintly of alcohol and cigarettes.

He spotted Dylan immediately. He was sitting slouched on the couch, staring at the TV where an episode of Breaking Bad was playing. It was his favorite show; he always seemed to have it on. A half-eaten pizza sat on the salon table, and he had a beer can in his hand.

The girl walked over to Dylan, planting a kiss on his head and telling him goodbye. Harry didn't know if she noticed he barely raised his hand to graze her arm as she peppered Dylan with kisses, but he hoped she hadn't. Harry had trained himself to notice these things, all these indicators to measure whether Dylan was interested in someone or not. It was still an automatic behavior, and when Harry realized what he was doing, that rage inside him grew again.

The front door closed, leaving the two men alone in the messy apartment. Dylan leaned towards the salon table, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV before finally getting up from the couch.

Harry had to admit that he was a little bit taken a back by how Dylan looked. One of his eyes was black and blue, and it also looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. A bruise seemed to be growing on his forehead too. Benjamin had gotten him good. A tinge of worry awakened inside of Harry.

"Is that your new girlfriend?" He decided to start off lightly, still a bit unsure on how exactly to go about this situation.

Dylan nodded, a small smirk on his face. "Yes, should I pass her over to you when I'm done?"

And just like that, Harry's entire body tensed up, and all the color drained from his face. His hands, neatly tucked behind his back before, were now clenching beside him as he made an attempt to control his breathing.

"Fuck you." He growled, his voice eerily low. It was the only way he was able to talk without yelling Dylan's head off. But when Dylan scoffed, Harry takes a step towards his ex. "No really, fuck you. Seriously, what kind of fucked up human being are you?

Dylan’s eyebrow twitched, and in the blink of an eye, he raised his voice. "What the fuck did I do?!"

"You know damn fucking well what you did! Leading me on for six fucking years! Going after the one person I'd ever shown interest in besides you." Harry stalked further towards Dylan, his rage had simmered into a silent kind, the most dangerous kind. Dylan began to slowly back away, but Harry kept walking. "Bringing her everywhere to rub it in my face, then getting absolutely pissed the night I finally bring a date of my own and telling me everything I'd been wanting you to say for six years. Leaving me again two weeks later like it's nothing. Like whatever you had to prove—which is probably the fact that you want everyone to be obsessed with you—had expired and now my attention was old and worn-out."

Harry looked at Dylan, saw the offended look in his eyes and knew he shouldn't expect an ounce of accountability from Dylan's side. Harry sighed a hopeless sigh.

"That is what you did."

The silence lingered too long, but Harry felt satisfied nonetheless. He had confronted the cause of his hurt; both Dylan and himself. He knew Dylan would probably never apologize, but that's not what he was looking for when he decided to come here. So, Harry turned around, heading towards the door. He had his hand on the knob when Dylan suddenly decided to speak up after all.

"Well, you are obsessed with me, aren't you? Storming into my house in the early morning, fucking my ex-girlfriend..." His voice was full of spite, and Harry could tell he had been walking closer before turning around. When he did spin back, facing Dylan, the tinge of a smile on his face made Harry a bit nervous. Dylan leaned forward, that mischievous grin growing a bit.

"Be honest, do you do it to feel close to me?'

That sent Harry over the edge. In no time, Dylan was on the ground, groaning with his hands on his nose as blood spilled down his mouth. Harry’s knuckles hurt; he hadn’t expected to punch Dylan this morning. It was a sad sight, but Harry couldn't say he regretted it.

"You're fucking disgusting, I can't believe I ever loved you." Harry mumbled, more to himself than to Dylan, but he heard it anyway because he looked up at Harry with a sort of fear on his face. "And don't ever say shit like that again because I swear to God I'll knock your teeth out. Stay away from me, stay away from Benjamin, and stay the fuck away from Y/N."

Dylan didn't say anything as Harry walked out the door, and as it slammed shut behind him, Harry realized this was the first time he'd ever left that apartment feeling light.

He was actually smiling by the time he reached the parking lot, and even though his knuckles were aching and his eyes were fluttering shut from pure exhaustion, Harry felt exhilarated. The air smelled fresh, but it got knocked out him when he saw a familiar figure standing in front of his car.

You were wearing work-out clothes, a light pink matching set. You looked stunning even so early in the morning, and Harry wondered for a second if you had always shone like this or if it was just his pure tiredness that made you look like an angel.

Either way, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He hurried over to the car, keeping his eyes on you as if one side glance would make you disappear.

"Hey... what are you doing here?" He asked, analyzing your body just to make sure you weren't here because something bad had happened. You had a faint smile on your face; that settled Harry a bit.

"Benjamin called." You answered, eyes flicking nervously between Harry and the apartment building he just came walking out of. "He told me you guys made up and that you had gone here. I figured you'd need a chauffeur after such a long night."

Harry laughed and looked around him. "Wait, how did you get here?"

"I ran." You shrugged, but Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.

"You ran?"

"Don't try to sound so surprised, will you?" You chuckled, her cheeks getting a bit more red. "I go on morning runs from time to time. It was the perfect 10 kilometer run, actually."

Harry was still flabbergasted; he didn't even know you ran. He mumbled, mainly to himself: "You ran an hour to get me."

"45 minutes, actually." You were quick to correct him. "I'm training for the half marathon."

Harry looked at the crazy girl in front of him and choked out a laugh. Everything had been so miserable the past few weeks, and somehow one conversation with you had made him forget the intensity of the dread that had been consuming his mind.

Slowly, the laughter died down, and your face went a bit more serious.

"Are you okay, though? That must not have been easy." You glanced up at the apartment complex. Harry shrugged.

"It was necessary." He answered, but your worry didn't wash away. "I feel relieved, to be honest."

Fortunately, that did seem to ease you a little. You hummed, still analyzing his face with your head tilted, looking for a hint of a lie. Your big eyes stared into his, narrowing every now and then as you trailed past every inch of his features. Harry physically couldn't restrain the smile that creeped on his face.

Shit, he really wanted to be with you.

He was happy that you had decided you'd inspected him enough and took your eyes off him, otherwise you might've seen that realization on his face.

"Alright, let's bring you home." You asked, turning towards the car. "Nice car, by the way? Is it an automatic?"

"Yeah it is. And I'm perfectly capable of driving myself, you know. You didn't have to come all this way." He answered, grabbing his car keys from his pocket. Before he could even unlock the car, you had snatched them out of his hand.

"It wasn't a question." You said sternly, the playfulness however clear in her eyes. You opened the car door and nodded towards the passenger seat. "Go on then, get in."

Rolling his eyes, Harry got in the car. You were smug as he sat down without a word, and he let you figure out the car and move the seat a bit before you exited the parking lot.

*TWO HOURS LATER*

You were stuck.

You had intended to drop Harry off, give him some space to process everything, and let him come to you when he was ready, but he quite literally would not let you go.

Harry had been dozing off in the car, but still insisted he was awake enough to convince you to come inside with him. You accepted, of course, if only to make sure Harry was okay. He hadn't said a word about his conversation with Dylan, and you were a bit scared that it might have hit him harder than he currently realized.

He was surprisingly polite, offering you a drink and telling you to sit on the couch and make herself feel at home. It was strange to see this side of him after the constant animosity between the two of you. Despite the unfamiliarity, it felt kind of nice.

Harry had handed you his drink and put his down on the coffee table, but even as he talked his eyes couldn't stop themselves from fluttering shut. You decided to give him a little break, propping a pillow on your legs and telling him to lay down his head on it. You hadn't expected to still be here with a dead asleep man in your lap almost two hours later. He had locked you in, his arms snakingaround you as if you were a huge teddy bear, and there was truly no escaping now.

You tried not to let it get to you, having him so close to you in such a delicate manner. But as you sat there, staring down at his face and calmly stroking his hair, it hit you like a freight train.

The lightest heavy feeling you had ever felt, covering your body like a weighted blanket. The sight of him, the thought of him, it got all caught up in your throat, and your vision blurred with tears. You let out a shaky breath, slowly taking his arms off you. Carefully, you lifted his head and shuffled away from your place on the couch. Much to your surprise, it didn't wake Harry, but you were glad it didn't.

This room was feeling way too small, and you were in desperate need to catch your breath. How could you explain that to Harry without knocking the two of you down right back to where you started?

So, as quietly as you could, you grabbed your bag, put your empty glass on the counter, and left Harry's apartment.

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A/N: this came to me very randomly, but i had fun writing it

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SUMMARY: Harry doesn't like to socialize with business partners, but when his oldest friend, Niall throws a grill party he shows up, but not for the food or the party, but for Niall's assistant he's been pining after since the day he met her.

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Confidence is probably one of the first few words that comes to mind if anyone is asked about Harry Styles. Some others might be smart, straight-forward and intimidating, but he sees these qualities as an advantage, because they helped him become the successful business he is. Some might say he is cold and scary as well, but he would argue those. His coldness comes from keeping distance which is for the sake of his own privacy and the unknown can be scary for some, whether it’s no information about his private life or the lack of emotions displayed on his face most of the time. 

A good poker face is a must when he is surrounded by sharks every day. 

Today however, as he gets out of his car and hands the keys over to the wallet, he feels a tremendous amount of nervousness mixed with anxiety in his chest, eyeing the mansion in front of him. 

An old friend of his, Niall is throwing a grill party, making the best out of the long and warm summer evenings. Many of his business partners and friends got invitations for the occasion, just like every time he uses any excuse to throw a party, but Harry hasn’t attended one in a very long time. He is simply not the type to mingle with those he might end up in a meeting room, negotiating on millions of dollars worth of business. 

But he is making an exception today and there’s a very good reason for that. 

Walking in, he is immediately met with a luxurious set up with welcome drinks, two hostesses instantly jumping to welcome him. Normally he wouldn’t start drinking right away, but he can tell he could use the alcohol to settle his nerves. 

He takes a cocktail that looks like some kind of spritz and ignores the heart eyes the hostess is giving him, then heads over to the back where the party is happening. The ginormous sliding doors are fully open, the gentle breeze is making the curtains dance. There are guests in the spacious living room as well, talking in little groups and Harry recognizes a handful of faces right away. He notes how unusual it is for him to see them outside of work settings and then he wonders if they feel the same about him. He ditched his usual attire of dark suit and crispy, white dress shirt, he is wearing a pair of light slacks he last wore on vacation in Sicily and a loose, white linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up. His cleaning lady, Monica gave him an approving look when he was leaving, but that doesn’t change the fact that he feels out of place. 

“Am I hallucinating? Is that Harry Styles?”

He doesn’t have to see the person to know whose words those are as he steps out onto the terrace. Niall emerges from a group of people on the side, his grin stretching ear to ear as he walks up to Harry and pulls him into a short, one-armed hug. 

“No need to make such a big deal out of it, Horan,” he chuckles lowly.

“But it is a big deal, you haven’t come to any of my parties since high school!”

“That is not true.”

“No, but it feels like it is,” Niall chuckles, patting him on the back, clearly happy to see him despite the teasing. 

Harry doesn’t really make friends with people he works with or might work with in the future, but Niall is the exception, because they’d been friends before either of them entered the business. As high school best friends, they are each other’s oldest and dearest friends, even despite the obvious differences between them, because while Harry is reserved, guarded and level-headed, Niall is the polar opposite of his open, hotheaded and outspoken personality. 

“What brings you out of your cave today?” Niall continues the teasing.

“Just… felt like socializing,” he shrugs, eyes scanning the crowd outside, clearly looking for someone and Niall catches it right away, his grin widening even more.

“Mhm, right. That’s the first time I’m hearing that from you.” Harry gives him a hard look, but it doesn’t even phase him. “Last time I saw her she was by the pool.”

“Who?” Harry asks, but he is not fooling anyone. 

“Great seeing you getting you out of your shell,” Niall chuckles, he clinks his glass to Harry’s and then starts heading back to the group he was talking with before. “I’ll catch you later, mate!”

With a deep breath, Harry downs his drinks and quickly finds another one before he heads down to the pool. The backyard buzzed with life, guests were mingling across a stone patio that wrapped around a shimmering, Olympic-sized pool. Harry saw plush lounge chairs lining the water’s edge, and string lights twinkling overhead like fireflies against the colorful sky that was painted by the setting Sun behind the horizon. On the side, smoke curled from the grill station where Niall had three chefs working on the food, making sure guests could grab a plate anytime they desired. There’s even a firepit a little farther down the path that led across the lawn, but it hasn’t been lit yet, though Harry knows it’s only a matter of time. Soft music is playing, but not through speakers, Niall hired a whole jazz band, playing gentle melodies in the background, because that’s how extra he was even with just a grill party. 

With his friends’ word on his mind, Harry heads down to the pool, eyes relentlessly scanning over the people, looking for one particular face. People recognize him here and there, saying hi, trying to pull him into the conversation, but he kindly excuses himself and continues his mission. 

The pool has floaties all over the surface, some are taken, some are gliding across the gentle waves unbothered. There are a group of men in the water, playing with a ball, women are sitting on the edge, legs soaking in the cool water as they sip on their drinks and ogle the men who have ditched wearing a shirt. 

Harry is almost about to go back to the house when he finally spots her. 

Pacing by one of the oak trees, Y/N is wearing a flowy, long skirt with an unbuttoned shirt on top, a neon pink bikini top underneath, showing more of her skin he has seen before, not that he is complaining. She is on the phone, animatedly talking to someone as she circles around the tree. Even from several feet away, Harry can tell she is not wearing any makeup and he knows her bare face is just as breathtakingly beautiful as the one he has seen many times before with light makeup. 

He stops a few feet away, not wanting to interrupt her phone call, but when she spots him her face brightens in an instant and she waves at him to come closer, so he does. 

“Okay, I gotta go. I will call you tomorrow, alright? We will figure it out… Yeah. Bye!” She is quick to tug her phone into the pocket of her skirt and the look she gives him is one he will probably never forget. “You’re here!”

“I am,” he nods and can’t help, but smile at her as she jumps into his arms with no hesitation, giving him a tight hug.

“You know, Niall said you wouldn’t show up, but I told him you are for sure coming.”

The bright grin she is giving him when they let go of each other is already worth coming here. He doesn’t tell her that she is the only reason he came, let her think she knew better than her boss Harry has known for two decades. 

Y/N has been Niall’s personal assistant for almost a year now. His previous one moved to Lisbon with her fiancé and she recommended Y/N who was looking for a job at the time. Y/N took over the role pretty smoothly and has been a crucial part of Niall’s life ever since, which means she’s been a constant in Harry’s everydays as well. 

Harry wouldn’t admit it, but at first he thought she wouldn’t last. She was only twenty-five when she started working, over a decade younger than Niall (and Harry) and he always imagined Niall needed someone older, someone more mature to regulate his friend, but luckily, he was wrong. She could easily be described as a ray of sunshine but when it comes to business, she is not messing around. She keeps control over everything so easily, as if she did this her whole entire life and can make her voice heard even in a room full of narcissistic, arrogant males, something Harry loves witnessing so much. 

She saw right through his cold demeanour since the moment Niall introduced them to each other. He never saw the nerves or the skittishness on her he is used to from others at this point. She never seemed to care that he is one of the biggest names in business with an empire in his palm worth billions of dollars. The only person she accepts authority from is Niall, her boss. 

And that’s been a breath of fresh air for Harry. But then he slowly got to know her better and before he could even blink, he was falling for her, hard. For her humour, her openness, her ability to make anyone feel connected and her endless warmth. Harry has always seen her as his own personal Sun, because whenever she was close, things took on an orange hue he hadn't experienced before. 

“Have you eaten?” she asks, nodding towards the grill.

“I just got here like ten minutes away.”

“Come on then, I’m starving!” She grabs his wrist, tugging him forward and his breathing halters for a moment at the contact.

Her hand slips off his wrist, fingers brushing his palm and his fingers instantly curl in, tangling with hers just for a split second, but he wishes he could just lace them together and stay like that. 

He is pretty sure he’s losing his mind, acting like a teenager just from one touch, this feeling is new, or at least he hasn’t gone through anything like this probably since he was in high school, but he can’t help it. 

Y/N hands him a plate, grabs one for herself and starts filling both up with practically anything she sees and Harry just lets her. 

“How is the art hunting going?” she asks as they wait for the chefs to finish grilling some corn. 

“You remember?” He can’t hide his surprise, he mentioned wanting to buy some new art for his home weeks ago and he didn’t think she would actually remember it.

“Yeah, of course,” she smiles. “Actually, I have a friend whose brother-in-law works at this nice gallery, they have some interesting pieces. I could ask him if they have something that’s your taste.” Then her face lights up with another idea. “Or we could just go and check out what they have!”

“You’d come with me?” Harry asks, a bit out of breath, but very much loving the idea of going somewhere, anywhere with her. 

She smiles sheepishly, giving him a nod and he mentally notes to take up on that. 

Following her to a table Harry glances down at his plate and notices some artichokes. He’s allergic, but for some reason, he doesn’t want to tell her she just put something on his plate that she shouldn’t have, so when she doesn’t see it, he brushes it off his plate. 

Settling at a table they eat and talk, well, mostly she talks and he listens, drinks up every word. But she also asks him, about his trip he only mentioned once, his mother, his sister, the cat his mother is fostering and he doesn’t even remember telling her about.

But she does, she remembers all of it. 

He follows her around like a puppy, not that she wants to part ways, she keeps making sure he is nearby, involved and enjoying himself, though he is more than alright with just being near her. The Sun slowly settles behind the trees and the lights bring a new, almost magical vibe over the party. People have started dancing, the alcohol clearly working on some guests and the buzz around the pool is also picking up more. 

Harry excuses himself for a quick bathroom break, the quietness of the house allowing his brain to settle for a bit before heading back out. Maybe if he was tipsy he would bear the social setting easier, but he wants to drive home and doesn’t want to be intoxicated near Y/N. 

When he is crossing the living room, heading back out he spots her talking with a guy, a few steps away from the group of people he left her with. He faintly remembers him, maybe he works for Niall or he has had a meeting with him before, he is not sure, but he is certain that he is trying to chat Y/N up. He looks around her age, maybe a few years older, nice, polished appearance, stylish clothes and a bright smile. Exactly the kind of guy Harry thinks Y/N would match with well and it turns his stomach, just seeing them talking. 

He doesn’t deal with jealousy much, he has mastered using it to his advantage and working even harder, until he has what he desires, but it doesn’t work the same when it comes to a person. And right now, there’s nothing he can do to get what he wants, he is mature enough not to just walk over there and act like a douchebag, claiming Y/N when she is not even his to begin with. 

So accepting defeat, he moves to another circle of people, though he can’t even tell what the conversation is about. He fights the urge to stare at her and pray the guy just… disappears. 

He is in the middle of a fantasy where cops show up and arrest him for something nasty, but his thoughts are interrupted by a gentle touch on his shoulder. Glancing to his left he sees her. 

“Hey, you disappeared.”

“Just didn’t want to interrupt your conversation,” he shrugs, hoping to look unbothered. 

“With Jackson?” she glances over her shoulder, then back at Harry. “Ah, he always tries to shoot his shot when we meet.”

“Is that so?” Harry’s jaw clenches.

“Yeah and I always tell him the same thing.”

“And what is that?”

“That I’m not interested in his finance bro style of flirting and I’m looking for something very different.”

His muscles immediately ease up, his shoulders relax and he can feel warmth in his chest. Suddenly, he wishes he walked up to them so he could hear her reject him. 

“Really? What are you exactly looking for?” he asks, ignoring the nerves that try to get a hold of him, anticipated to hear her answer. He can feel that he is dancing on a line he hasn’t reached before with her, but he also had enough of playing it safe. 

“Mm, let’s see,” she thinks, pursing her lips as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Someone older, more mature. A little closed off, but I like peeling the layers off and see what others can’t. Very confident in work, but a bit lost in social settings when there’s no business to talk about.”

Harry’s heart leaps in his chest and at last, dares to peek down at her, finding her already looking at him with a soft smile and that’s the moment he knows he is a goner. 

“Interesting,” is all he murmurs, suddenly unsure how to react while he tries to hold his overflowing joy in. 

“Yeah. Know someone like that?” she asks with a teasing smirk that makes him laugh and he just knows he is blushing.

“Maybe. I’ll keep an eye open.”

“Cool.”

It’s a turning point. They stick to each other just like before, but Harry feels the change. The small touches, the looks exchanged, there’s an invisible string pulling them towards each other. 

Sometime later she grabs some more food and they sit with Niall and a few others, talking about stories from vacations and Niall has quite a few. 

“Do you want something to drink?” Y/N leans closer to Harry and places a hand to his knee that completely throws him off. He can only nod and try not to choke on the food when she gives it a gentle squeeze before standing up and walking over to the coolers. 

Harry knows he is probably turning red, so he pretends to be busy with his food, hoping no one notices the effect she had on him. Then Y/N returns, placing a soda in front of him, brushing a hand over his back before sitting. Harry glances at her, catching her eyes and she is smiling warmly, but there’s a bit of cockiness in them, like she knows exactly what she is doing. 

“Want to take a walk?” Y/N asks, when they both cleared their plates and Harry nods eagerly. 

He stands with his plate in hand and reaches for hers, but freezes mid-air, a sudden dizziness taking over his head that quickly moves down into his stomach.

“Woah,” he breathes out and clears his throat, blinking rapidly to clear his head.

“Everything alright?” Y/N asks, grabbing him by his elbow, but her touch is lost in the nausea this time. 

It grows swiftly, draining the blood out of his face almost in an instant and he realizes what’s happening.

“Uh, there was artichoke on the plate you got me, right?” he asks, though he already knows the answer.

“Yes, do you not like them?”

“Mm. I’m allergic,” he rushes out, putting his plate back on the table before he drops it and with the last string of consciousness, he starts for the house before it gets even worse. 

“Shit, why didn’t you tell me? What can I do?” she is rushing with him, panic settling on her face, unsure what to do.

“Uh, I need Benadryl. Niall probably has some,” he mumbles, focusing hard not to throw up. If he gets the Benadryl fast enough, he might make it without seeing his dinner again in a different form. 

“Okay, I’ll go get it,” she nods. “Will you be alright on your own?”

“Yeah,” he nods shortly and a moment later she is gone and he is barging into the bathroom. 

He plops down onto the cold marble floor, hands grabbing onto the toilet as he wills himself to hold on a little longer and at the same time he is beating himself up for being so distracted that he didn’t check the food. 

But that’s the effect she has on him. He can’t focus on anything when she’s around. 

Barely a minute passes, Harry is sitting next to the toilet, back against the wall, eyes closed when Y/N falls through the door, pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She squats down and when Harry opens his eyes all he sees is worry and panic all over her face. 

“Here,” she whispers, gently dropping the pills into his hand and watches him throw one into his mouth, then she hands him the water and practically holds her breath as he washes the pill down. 

She sits on the floor as well and they stay silent for a while as Harry keeps his eyes closed, head against the wall, waiting for the pill to kick in. When the nausea finally eases he opens his eyes and finds Y/N hugging her knees, watching him with a face you see on people by hospital beds. 

“I’m feeling better,” he smiles faintly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re allergic to artichokes?” she sighs, slightly relieved, but her eyebrows remain furrowed.

“I uhh… I don’t know.”

“What did you do the first time? I remember putting some on your plate then too!”

“Dropped them on the way,” he admits shamefully, but smiles at her, which finally breaks her. 

“Anything else I should know of? Are you deadly allergic to anything?”

“No. It’s just the artichoke.”

“Okay, I’m banning artichokes forever.”

“For everyone?” he asks with an amused chuckle. 

“Yes,” she nods confidently, but he notices the smirk in the corners of his mouth. “Can you get up or should we stay some more?”

“I’ll try,” he hums and pushes himself away from the wall, but the dizziness hits him again so he is quick to settle back. “Um, let’s just stay a little longer.” “Okay.” Y/N moves over next to him and sits, mirroring his position, back to the wall, legs stretched out in front of her. “How long have you been allergic?”

“Since I was a kid. The first time it happened, it was a shit show,” he chuckles thinking back. 

“Tell me about it.”

And he does. They stay on the bathroom floor and talk about anything and everything, even when the nausea is long gone, they stay in their little bubble. Shoulders touching, she often drops her head on his when she laughs at something he said and he loves the feeling.

When she checks the time, they are surprised to see it’s already past one. 

“Maybe we should go back out. Some fresh air might be good for you too,” she suggests, already getting up from the floor. Unwillingly, but he nods and follows her. 

When they walk out, most of the guests are gone. The chefs have left, the leftover is on a table for those who might munch on something this late. Niall and a handful of others are by the fire, watching the flames dance as they talk and laugh loudly. 

“I didn’t even get into the pool,” Y/N sighs with a pouty look, gazing at the pool that’s not empty, only the floaties swimming lazily on the still surface. 

They walk closer and she dips her toes in the water.

“Jump in then,” Harry shrugs with a smirk.

“No, it’s too late,” she shakes her head, but keeps gazing at the water longingly. 

Then, in a spark of sudden spontaneity, Harry wraps his arms around her and jumps, pulling her right into the water with him. He catches a shriek from her before the water closes over their heads and he lets go of her once they are at the bottom, both of them swimming up for air. 

“Fuck!” she gasps, sweeping her wet hair out of her face and Harry can’t help but laugh. “A warning would have been nice!” She chuckles, splashing some water in his direction. 

“Maybe next time,” he grins. 

His plan was just to get her into the water, nothing else. It’s not like he had time to think further. So when she swims closer and circles her arms around his neck, legs coming around his waist, he can’t mask his shock, but he gladly lets her cling onto him. 

“Didn’t think you have a playful side,” she smiles into the water, gazing at him from under her wet lashes that stick together, droplets falling off them as she blinks. 

“Didn’t know either,” Harry admits. 

“I like it.” Her smile widens and combs her fingers through his hair that makes him thankful they are in the water, because his knees would have surely buckled from it. Her eyes flicker down to his lips just when his hands come to hold her thighs as he keeps them both afloat. When her eyes meet his again, she adds: “I like you.”

Harry is convinced she can feel his heart hammering in his chest and it’s like the water is swirling around them in that moment right before he finally closes the gap between them. 

It’s a slow, wet, but deep kiss at first, exploring each other, tasting what they both had been fantasizing about and when she tightens her arms around his neck, it turns a little more heated. One of his hands slides up to her back, under her shirt that’s floating around her in the water and they keep dipping lower into the pool, because Harry struggles to keep them up while all his attention is how good her lips feel against his. He moves them to the edge so he can press her against the wall and it allows him to press her into him even more. 

She breaks the kiss and dips her head, kissing him under his jaw and now he wishes he shaved before coming here, because his stubble takes away from the sensation of her lips on him. She kisses down the column of his throat and then comes back up, pressing a peck to the corner of his mouth before leaning back, their gaze meeting as he reaches up a swipes his thumb across her lower lip, the same smile taking over their expressions before their lips meet again. 

They are already slowing down, but still very much buried in each other when Niall’s voice snaps from the distance.

“Oy! Take it up to a guest room! I don’t want to have the pool cleaned!”

They hear a few laughs and they join too, Y/N hiding his face in his neck. 

“Thanks Ni! You fucking twat!” Harry shouts back, earning an even bigger laughter with his blunt words. 

“Love you bro!” comes Niall’s answer before he finally leaves them be. 

When Y/N lifts her head she is still smiling and she steals one last quick kiss before untangling herself from him and swimming away. Harry turns around and finds her gazing at him with a cheeky smile. 

“Do you always kiss people who almost killed you like that?” Harry shakes his head laughing. 

“No. Just the ones I really like. And just to be clear, I wouldn’t have died. My body would have just evicted the artichoke in a not too graceful way.”

“Good to know. I’ll try not to poison you next time.” Harry swims closer and grabs her by the waist, pulling her back against him and she locks her arms and legs around him instantly. 

“That’s nice. I feel like I’m getting a special treatment from you,” he jokes.

“Oh that’s not the special treatment.”

“Then what is?”

“This,” she says and pulls him in for another kiss. When they pull back, he can’t hide his smile.

“Yeah, this feels a lot better than being poisoned.”

She chuckles, her head dropping back and then she pulls in for more special treatment. 

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Oop sorry I thought I linked it!!! anyway

This is part one

pls….. after that last fic….. a part two where he makes good on his promise 😄😄😄

A part two to this blurb is finally here, enjoy ya filthy beasts😋

Wc: 1.2k

Warnings: SMUT, somnophilia (kind of), degradation kink, cockiness, dom/sub dynamics

It was late, very late, probably around 3am when Harry returned home from a night out. He said it was business, and he never really elaborated when it came to his job. You'd learned to accept the fact that Harry was probably doing something on the brink of illegality; you were too head over heels to get out anyway.

You'd had a calm night, watching a nice movie and reading before you decided to go to bed. The lights were out by 11pm, but you couldn't seem to fall asleep. You missed Harry; you could never sleep well if he wasn't by your side.

After much tossing and turning, you decided to soothe yourself, bringing out your favorite vibrator and watching a video Harry recorded of the two of you a couple of weeks ago.

Your pussy was immediately slick as you watched the memory unfold on the screen. There was nothing as arousing as seeing Harry's thick cock disappear into you over and over again. You listened to your own moans and his ragged breathing, and you orgasmed in only a few minutes.

Afterwards, you still craved more. You decided to watch another video, and another... until you'd climaxed three times in total. In between watching videos, you'd began to text Harry, telling him how badly you missed him and wanted him. You confessed you were getting off to the videos of the two of you, and how you wished he would make good on that promise he made a couple of weeks ago.

Somewhere around 1am, you fell asleep. You didn't hear the sound of the front door opening at 3am, nor did you hear your boyfriend entering the bedroom.

Harry was absolutely reeling over the texts you'd sent him. He had been taking care of some things at a club he was going to take over soon when he received your messages. Everything else fell into the nothingness when it came to you; you were all he could think about as he dealt with some late payments and some final negotiations.

He was positively in pain by the time he got home, his cock still hard and his mind still racing.

Seeing you sprawled out on the bed, sleeping so peacefully, he wanted to do nothing rather than split you in two.

Quietly, he got on the bed, pushing away the bedsheets to reveal your underwear. When he pushed it to the side to review your sweet cunt, he felt how wet you still were. Harry softly pushed your legs a bit further open, and even in your unconscious state you were quick to obey him.

He cursed under his breath at the sight of you beneath him, and he didn't waste any time unbuckling his jeans. He leaned forward, his hand on one side of your head as the other one stroked some hairs away from your face. Softly, he pressed a kiss to one of your eyelids. Your eyes fluttered open, the familiar scent of your boyfriend immediately soothing you. You looked at him, still a bit too weary to muster a full smile.

"Harry—" You whispered, but instantly choked on your words when your boyfriend suddenly pushed his huge cock into you. You let out a choked moan as he filled you to the brim, not expecting the sudden intrusion. Usually, Harry eased you into it, but now—

Then, it dawned on you; he was making good on his promise.

"Oh— shit! Ah!" You whimpered in pain, concentrating hard on relaxing your body so you would get used to his size again quicker. Harry groaned as he began to drive his cock into you at a steady pace.

"Fuck— thought about doing this the entire night." He said, holding your waist as he pounded into you. The size difference between the two of you was so big that any thrust of his would move you across the bed if he didn't restrain you. "Sending me those fucking texts... you were driving me crazy.”

"Mmm, oh! Ah, fuck!" You cried. You felt so stupid not being able to form a single sentence, but you were too busy processing how hard Harry was fucking into you.

"Fucking take it. You said you could take it, or were you lying?" He asked, and you immediately shook your head, hooking your legs further around his waist to pull him closer.

"No, I can! I can take it!" You shouted, only getting turned on more by the slight stinging feeling that you still felt as his cock jackhammered into you.

"Prove it to me." He encouraged, and you took it as a challenge. With all your strength, you pushed him to the side. He was surprised to watch you climb over him and sit yourself down on his cock, but he watched you with pure delight as you began to bounce on it.

You rode him as hard and as fast as you could, knocking the wind out of yourself multiple times each time his cock hit a particularly deep spot. You could quite literally feel him in your tummy.

"Fuck, pet, that's it. Fuck yourself dumb on my cock." He hissed, holding onto your hips as your orgasm began to build up in your lower stomach.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" You began to ramble, nails scratching on his chest. Harry smirked knowingly; he'd felt you starting to clench around him. He reached out his hand, his thumb pulling on your lip. You instantly opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, and Harry proved you right by predictably sticking two fingers in your mouth, watching intently as you began to suck on them like your life depended on it.

"So fucking desperate... didn't you already have three orgasms tonight?" He taunted, sticking his fingers further down your throat. You moaned out, nodding your head in response to his question. He took out his fingers so you could reply to him properly.

"It feels better when you do it." You admitted, and he let out a low laugh.

"It does, doesn't it?" He asked rhetorically. You were going to answer him anyway, but any chance of forming a sentence was thrown out the window when Harry adjusted himself and suddenly began fucking up into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, screaming out his name as he nailed into you, fingers still in your mouth.

"C'mon, come around my cock like the desperate slut you are." He egged you on, knowing exactly what to say to send you over the edge. Just like that, you were seeing stars as you climaxed around him, repeatedly saying his name as if it was a prayer.

Harry came almost immediately after, groaning as his sperm coated your walls until you were full of him. Of his cock, of his seed, of everything that had to do with him.

Of course, you wouldn't have it any other way.

[purplecoffee13]

I forgot I had this sitting in my drafts😭 so sorry but here ya go have fun with it

pls….. after that last fic….. a part two where he makes good on his promise 😄😄😄

A part two to this blurb is finally here, enjoy ya filthy beasts😋

Wc: 1.2k

Warnings: SMUT, somnophilia (kind of), degradation kink, cockiness, dom/sub dynamics

It was late, very late, probably around 3am when Harry returned home from a night out. He said it was business, and he never really elaborated when it came to his job. You'd learned to accept the fact that Harry was probably doing something on the brink of illegality; you were too head over heels to get out anyway.

You'd had a calm night, watching a nice movie and reading before you decided to go to bed. The lights were out by 11pm, but you couldn't seem to fall asleep. You missed Harry; you could never sleep well if he wasn't by your side.

After much tossing and turning, you decided to soothe yourself, bringing out your favorite vibrator and watching a video Harry recorded of the two of you a couple of weeks ago.

Your pussy was immediately slick as you watched the memory unfold on the screen. There was nothing as arousing as seeing Harry's thick cock disappear into you over and over again. You listened to your own moans and his ragged breathing, and you orgasmed in only a few minutes.

Afterwards, you still craved more. You decided to watch another video, and another... until you'd climaxed three times in total. In between watching videos, you'd began to text Harry, telling him how badly you missed him and wanted him. You confessed you were getting off to the videos of the two of you, and how you wished he would make good on that promise he made a couple of weeks ago.

Somewhere around 1am, you fell asleep. You didn't hear the sound of the front door opening at 3am, nor did you hear your boyfriend entering the bedroom.

Harry was absolutely reeling over the texts you'd sent him. He had been taking care of some things at a club he was going to take over soon when he received your messages. Everything else fell into the nothingness when it came to you; you were all he could think about as he dealt with some late payments and some final negotiations.

He was positively in pain by the time he got home, his cock still hard and his mind still racing.

Seeing you sprawled out on the bed, sleeping so peacefully, he wanted to do nothing rather than split you in two.

Quietly, he got on the bed, pushing away the bedsheets to reveal your underwear. When he pushed it to the side to review your sweet cunt, he felt how wet you still were. Harry softly pushed your legs a bit further open, and even in your unconscious state you were quick to obey him.

He cursed under his breath at the sight of you beneath him, and he didn't waste any time unbuckling his jeans. He leaned forward, his hand on one side of your head as the other one stroked some hairs away from your face. Softly, he pressed a kiss to one of your eyelids. Your eyes fluttered open, the familiar scent of your boyfriend immediately soothing you. You looked at him, still a bit too weary to muster a full smile.

"Harry—" You whispered, but instantly choked on your words when your boyfriend suddenly pushed his huge cock into you. You let out a choked moan as he filled you to the brim, not expecting the sudden intrusion. Usually, Harry eased you into it, but now—

Then, it dawned on you; he was making good on his promise.

"Oh— shit! Ah!" You whimpered in pain, concentrating hard on relaxing your body so you would get used to his size again quicker. Harry groaned as he began to drive his cock into you at a steady pace.

"Fuck— thought about doing this the entire night." He said, holding your waist as he pounded into you. The size difference between the two of you was so big that any thrust of his would move you across the bed if he didn't restrain you. "Sending me those fucking texts... you were driving me crazy.”

"Mmm, oh! Ah, fuck!" You cried. You felt so stupid not being able to form a single sentence, but you were too busy processing how hard Harry was fucking into you.

"Fucking take it. You said you could take it, or were you lying?" He asked, and you immediately shook your head, hooking your legs further around his waist to pull him closer.

"No, I can! I can take it!" You shouted, only getting turned on more by the slight stinging feeling that you still felt as his cock jackhammered into you.

"Prove it to me." He encouraged, and you took it as a challenge. With all your strength, you pushed him to the side. He was surprised to watch you climb over him and sit yourself down on his cock, but he watched you with pure delight as you began to bounce on it.

You rode him as hard and as fast as you could, knocking the wind out of yourself multiple times each time his cock hit a particularly deep spot. You could quite literally feel him in your tummy.

"Fuck, pet, that's it. Fuck yourself dumb on my cock." He hissed, holding onto your hips as your orgasm began to build up in your lower stomach.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" You began to ramble, nails scratching on his chest. Harry smirked knowingly; he'd felt you starting to clench around him. He reached out his hand, his thumb pulling on your lip. You instantly opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, and Harry proved you right by predictably sticking two fingers in your mouth, watching intently as you began to suck on them like your life depended on it.

"So fucking desperate... didn't you already have three orgasms tonight?" He taunted, sticking his fingers further down your throat. You moaned out, nodding your head in response to his question. He took out his fingers so you could reply to him properly.

"It feels better when you do it." You admitted, and he let out a low laugh.

"It does, doesn't it?" He asked rhetorically. You were going to answer him anyway, but any chance of forming a sentence was thrown out the window when Harry adjusted himself and suddenly began fucking up into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, screaming out his name as he nailed into you, fingers still in your mouth.

"C'mon, come around my cock like the desperate slut you are." He egged you on, knowing exactly what to say to send you over the edge. Just like that, you were seeing stars as you climaxed around him, repeatedly saying his name as if it was a prayer.

Harry came almost immediately after, groaning as his sperm coated your walls until you were full of him. Of his cock, of his seed, of everything that had to do with him.

Of course, you wouldn't have it any other way.

[purplecoffee13]

pls….. after that last fic….. a part two where he makes good on his promise 😄😄😄

A part two to this blurb is finally here, enjoy ya filthy beasts😋

Wc: 1.2k

Warnings: SMUT, somnophilia (kind of), degradation kink, cockiness, dom/sub dynamics

It was late, very late, probably around 3am when Harry returned home from a night out. He said it was business, and he never really elaborated when it came to his job. You'd learned to accept the fact that Harry was probably doing something on the brink of illegality; you were too head over heels to get out anyway.

You'd had a calm night, watching a nice movie and reading before you decided to go to bed. The lights were out by 11pm, but you couldn't seem to fall asleep. You missed Harry; you could never sleep well if he wasn't by your side.

After much tossing and turning, you decided to soothe yourself, bringing out your favorite vibrator and watching a video Harry recorded of the two of you a couple of weeks ago.

Your pussy was immediately slick as you watched the memory unfold on the screen. There was nothing as arousing as seeing Harry's thick cock disappear into you over and over again. You listened to your own moans and his ragged breathing, and you orgasmed in only a few minutes.

Afterwards, you still craved more. You decided to watch another video, and another... until you'd climaxed three times in total. In between watching videos, you'd began to text Harry, telling him how badly you missed him and wanted him. You confessed you were getting off to the videos of the two of you, and how you wished he would make good on that promise he made a couple of weeks ago.

Somewhere around 1am, you fell asleep. You didn't hear the sound of the front door opening at 3am, nor did you hear your boyfriend entering the bedroom.

Harry was absolutely reeling over the texts you'd sent him. He had been taking care of some things at a club he was going to take over soon when he received your messages. Everything else fell into the nothingness when it came to you; you were all he could think about as he dealt with some late payments and some final negotiations.

He was positively in pain by the time he got home, his cock still hard and his mind still racing.

Seeing you sprawled out on the bed, sleeping so peacefully, he wanted to do nothing rather than split you in two.

Quietly, he got on the bed, pushing away the bedsheets to reveal your underwear. When he pushed it to the side to review your sweet cunt, he felt how wet you still were. Harry softly pushed your legs a bit further open, and even in your unconscious state you were quick to obey him.

He cursed under his breath at the sight of you beneath him, and he didn't waste any time unbuckling his jeans. He leaned forward, his hand on one side of your head as the other one stroked some hairs away from your face. Softly, he pressed a kiss to one of your eyelids. Your eyes fluttered open, the familiar scent of your boyfriend immediately soothing you. You looked at him, still a bit too weary to muster a full smile.

"Harry—" You whispered, but instantly choked on your words when your boyfriend suddenly pushed his huge cock into you. You let out a choked moan as he filled you to the brim, not expecting the sudden intrusion. Usually, Harry eased you into it, but now—

Then, it dawned on you; he was making good on his promise.

"Oh— shit! Ah!" You whimpered in pain, concentrating hard on relaxing your body so you would get used to his size again quicker. Harry groaned as he began to drive his cock into you at a steady pace.

"Fuck— thought about doing this the entire night." He said, holding your waist as he pounded into you. The size difference between the two of you was so big that any thrust of his would move you across the bed if he didn't restrain you. "Sending me those fucking texts... you were driving me crazy.”

"Mmm, oh! Ah, fuck!" You cried. You felt so stupid not being able to form a single sentence, but you were too busy processing how hard Harry was fucking into you.

"Fucking take it. You said you could take it, or were you lying?" He asked, and you immediately shook your head, hooking your legs further around his waist to pull him closer.

"No, I can! I can take it!" You shouted, only getting turned on more by the slight stinging feeling that you still felt as his cock jackhammered into you.

"Prove it to me." He encouraged, and you took it as a challenge. With all your strength, you pushed him to the side. He was surprised to watch you climb over him and sit yourself down on his cock, but he watched you with pure delight as you began to bounce on it.

You rode him as hard and as fast as you could, knocking the wind out of yourself multiple times each time his cock hit a particularly deep spot. You could quite literally feel him in your tummy.

"Fuck, pet, that's it. Fuck yourself dumb on my cock." He hissed, holding onto your hips as your orgasm began to build up in your lower stomach.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" You began to ramble, nails scratching on his chest. Harry smirked knowingly; he'd felt you starting to clench around him. He reached out his hand, his thumb pulling on your lip. You instantly opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, and Harry proved you right by predictably sticking two fingers in your mouth, watching intently as you began to suck on them like your life depended on it.

"So fucking desperate... didn't you already have three orgasms tonight?" He taunted, sticking his fingers further down your throat. You moaned out, nodding your head in response to his question. He took out his fingers so you could reply to him properly.

"It feels better when you do it." You admitted, and he let out a low laugh.

"It does, doesn't it?" He asked rhetorically. You were going to answer him anyway, but any chance of forming a sentence was thrown out the window when Harry adjusted himself and suddenly began fucking up into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, screaming out his name as he nailed into you, fingers still in your mouth.

"C'mon, come around my cock like the desperate slut you are." He egged you on, knowing exactly what to say to send you over the edge. Just like that, you were seeing stars as you climaxed around him, repeatedly saying his name as if it was a prayer.

Harry came almost immediately after, groaning as his sperm coated your walls until you were full of him. Of his cock, of his seed, of everything that had to do with him.

Of course, you wouldn't have it any other way.

[purplecoffee13]

Okay guys I was on vacation but I’m back now so I’m sure I’ll upload something soon💛🥰

[purplecoffee13]

Aaaahhhh thank you so much!!!!! Yes they are so cute hihi🤭 and he is sooooooo down bad but with good reason ofc!!😋

NFWMB - PART SEVEN*

Summary: “When Y/N confesses she needs Harry’s toolbox, he comes rushing to give it to her…” (I’m sorry this summary is so fucking stupid lmfao😭)

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: boxer!Harry x innocent!reader

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment/assault, bit of angst, SMUT, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics, teehee🤭

A/N: helloooo as promised, here is a new chapter of NFWMB in celebration of me getting my bachelor’s degree (woo🥳)! Thank you for being patient with me💞 I love these two they are so cutiepatootie, so happy reading!

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Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Ever since Y/N had told him she wanted him, he had been floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

Sure, his original intention was to do it all the old-fashioned traditional way. Take her out to dinner, take it slow, really court her. But when Y/N said she didn't like the pressure of dating, he knew he needed to act quick in order to not fully lose her. He'd do anything in any way she wanted, as long as he could get a chance to show her how much he wanted her.

Now, this was definitely not the traditional way, but Harry hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The sole idea of Y/N in that intimate capacity had the ability to send him to the edge. He needed to actively seek distractions in order not to think about it all day.

But when he wasn't thinking of Y/N's beauty or the agreement they made, his mind would float to that pathetic rat that had dared to make her feel unsafe. That had... touched her. He couldn't think about it too long either, not wanting to do anything rash and disrespecting Y/N's wish for him to let her handle the situation.

He just felt so angry and frustrated, and he wanted to her help her so bad, but he just didn't know how. Teaching her to defend herself was the help he was able to give for now, but he was hoping for her to let him in and let him offer her more emotional support as well.

All in good time, he thought.

For now, he was trying to focus on giving his client all of his attention while he was doing his exercises. He was a personal trainer for a select group of people who paid a significant amount to get the most detailed training, so the time-slots with these clients required his full focus.

"All right, good form Brady. That was the last one for today. I still see some restraints when you jump, which is coming from a lack of focus on hip exercises, so we're going to be incorporating those from Friday onward. Sound good?"

The sixty-five year old man smiled at Harry. He had come in here about four months earlier, wanting intensive personal training after five years of not working out because he had decided he was going to run a marathon by the end of the year. He'd later told Harry that his daughter was training for the marathon, and since they used to run together when she was little, he'd wanted to surprise her. Harry immediately signed himself on as Brady's personal trainer.

"I mean that's what I pay you for, right?" Brady joked, wiping off some sweat with the small towel around his neck. Harry huffed out a laugh, humming in agreement and handing Brady his water bottle. Suddenly, he heard a 'ping' sound coming from his pockets.

Turning on his phone, Harry frowned at seeing he had two message notifications from an unknown number.

Unknown

Heyy, I'm so sorry to bother you but I have kind of a weird question.

My bathroom cabinet door just kind of fell off its hinges and Sophie said you had a toolbox. And since I do not have one of my own, nor know how to fix this, I was wondering if maybe you had time to come over and help me somewhere later today?

This is Y/N, by the way. Sorry I should have started with that.

Harry hadn't realized how wide his smile was until Brady flicked him with his towel.

"What are you smirking at?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry looked at his client and noted the playful glint in his eyes. "I thought you were a bit different the last few sessions, now I know why."

Harry rolled his eyes, not really saying something. Brady sniffed a laugh and turned to gather his things.

"If she makes you smile like that then you better go for it." He said, and Harry was glad that Brady wasn't looking at him because he felt his cheeks turning a little red. "Because I did, and let me tell you... best decision of my life."

A wide smile spread on Harry's face as he listened to the advice of his client. He didn't even try to deny it, just took it with a smile and a nod. Brady only winked at him before walking off to the lockers. Harry immediately opened the chat with Y/N and put her into his contact list.

Harry

Hey

Of course, I'm free for the rest of the day, so just let me know when I can come by.

He quickly shut off his phone before he could overthink his text too much, and scurried off to his office to stress out in private. By the time he whipped his phone out again, he had a text from Y/N.

Y/N

Really? That'd be great, thank you!

I'm working from home today so you could swing by at like 4 if you want?

Fuck yeah, Harry thought.

Harry

Alright, see you in a bit.

With toolbox.

Y/N

Thanks! You're a life saver!

Harry beamed the whole way home. In his car, while he sought the toolbox, as he put the car in the toolbox. He just couldn't stop being giddy over the fact that Y/N had called him a life saver. It was kind of terrifying; how much an impact she had on his mood. Then again, he was too damn happy to worry about it.

It was only a fifteen minute drive from Harry's place to Y/N's. He wondered how it was possible that they'd only recently crossed paths. Maybe it was some kind of faith. Maybe they had come into each other's life at the exact right time.

Harry forced himself to stop pondering as he rang the downstairs doorbell. Taking a deep breath, he waited for Y/N to open the door. When the buzzer went off, Harry was quick to push the door open and hurry upstairs to her apartment.

Y/N was standing in the door opening, smiling as Harry walked up to her. She gave him a small wave, cracking a smile out of him too. She was just so adorable.

That was until his eyes traveled down to her legs, which were barely covered. She was only wearing tiny shorts and a large cardigan. And there was absolutely nothing adorable about those legs.

"Hey." She said when he was finally close enough. Her gaze dropped down to the toolbox in Harry's hand. It was a gift from his dad that he had gotten when he'd just moved out, but the box was huge. It did come in handy whenever something broke, though. Harry barely ever had to run to the store.

"I said bring a toolbox, not the entire hardware store." Y/N joked, stepping aside to let him in. Harry faked a gasp as he stepped into the apartment, his stomach swirling at the memory of the last time he was here.

"Are you making fun of my toolbox, Y/N?" He raised a playful brow, the insinuation floating between the two of them. Y/N stepped closer to Harry.

"I wouldn't dare to make fun of your toolbox." She replied cheekily. Harry's eyes slightly widened at her words. He had expected her to get a bit shy like she always did, but he was pleasantly surprised by her surge of confidence.

It took Harry a few seconds to regain himself, delaying his response. "So, where's the broken cabinet?"

Y/N pointed to a door on her right, and Harry immediately walked towards the bathroom. She was really looking too beautiful today but he needed to focus on fixing this cabinet before he could divide his entire attention to every inch of her skin, despite how badly he wanted to abandon everything and just spend the rest of his life in these four walls admiring her.

He went to work quickly, and Y/N brought him a glass of water while he began rummaging through the toolbox to find the right hinges and screwdrivers. Y/N sat leaned forward on the edge of her bathtub, head leaning on her hands as her stare burned a hole in his brain. He felt his ears turning red at the feeling of being watched by her, but he liked it too much to say anything about it.

"All done." Harry said after ten minutes, turning to see a gaping Y/N looking at the fixed cabinet door. She gasped as she got down to the floor and sat next to Harry, fascinated by the working door.

"Oh my god, you're so fast!" Y/N said with a wide smile as her fingers grazed over the new hinges. Just for good measure, she opened and closed the cabinet. Her gaze flicked over to Harry, the closeness between them suddenly very obvious.

"Thank you." She said softly. Her shy smile made the urge to kiss her almost too big to bear. Harry found himself automatically starting to lean in when Y/N suddenly pulled away and turned back with a glass of water in her hand.

"You didn't drink anything yet." She stated, her big eyes looking up at him. Y/N was back to being her skittish self, and for some reason, when she nervously bit her lip, Harry couldn't handle it anymore.

Leaping forward, he grabbed her face and put her lips on his. Slightly taken aback by the impact of the movement, Y/N let out a small noise, combining a yelp and a moan, but she immediately kissed him back. It was only because Harry felt something dripping from his elbow, that he leaned back from the phenomenal kiss.

Splattered all over Y/N's cardigan was the water that had once been in the glass she still holding. It must've tipped over when Harry launched toward her. She looked down and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, you made me all wet!" She giggled, trying to wipe over her cardigan as if it would help the situation. Harry groaned at Y/N's words, his cock suddenly straining way too much in his pants.

"Fucking hell..." he cursed under his breath, hoping it was subtle enough. Y/N heard it anyway, a frown on her face as she met the eyes of the pained man in front of her. Only when a few seconds had passed, she realized the double meaning of her sentence.

"Oh." was the only thing that came out of her mouth as she stared blankly at Harry. Slowly, he began to worry. Had he made her uncomfortable? He couldn't read her face expression.

He was about to ask if everything was okay, when Y/N's hands slowly floated to the button of her cardigan. Harry's eyes followed suit, and his heart rate began to pick up as she began to unbutton her cardigan.

Harry had to actively keep his mouth closed as he watched her take off the cardigan to reveal nothing but a yellow lace bra underneath it. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to touch her in any way he could, but he waited. Either for a signal or to ask for her consent. Just because she was taking off her cardigan didn't mean he'd suddenly gained the right to touch her.

He'd do anything to earn it, though. He'd get on his damn knees to beg for it if he had to.

"Better to take it off, right?" She whispered, a bit uncertainty lacing her words. She was timid; it was the first time she'd really initiated something in this manner.

"Right." Harry whispered back, making sure to keep his eyes on hers. Y/N frowned a bit.

"I bought this yesterday, do you like it?" She ran her fingers over the lace of the bra. Harry's eyes lowered, and he took his time to observe every inch of her breasts and the lace that covered them. His cock was growing painfully hard, but he had to be patient.

"I love it. Fits you perfectly." He rasped. He glanced at Y/N, who swallowed at his words. When his gaze traveled back to her chest, he could see the quickened breaths she was taking.

"Does it make you want to touch me?"

Harry could've melted at the shy words that left Y/N's mouth. He took a deep breath, restraining himself.

"Y/N, everything about you makes me want to touch you." He said, his stomach fluttering as he saw a smile grow on her face. He smirked, leaning closer until his lips were mere inches away from hers. "Can I touch you, darling?"

"Please."

Harry needed nothing more to immediately go in for the kill. He planted hungry kisses on her chin and jaw, working his way down to her neck, Y/N ragged breathing and stifled moans only encouraging him more. His hands traveled up to her chest, cupping one of her breasts and softly squeezing it has he worked to leave bruises on her neck.

"I— Ah... I bought it for you." Y/N croaked out in between moans, her hands searching for any part of Harry's body to hold onto.

Harry groaned into her neck, the confession making him go crazy. Wrapping both his arms around Y/N waist, he pulled her into his lap, placing her right on his hardened cock.

"Yeah? Just for me?" He asked, looking up at her as his fingers trailed the bare skin on her back. Y/N hummed, unconsciously rolling her hips against him to get closer. "How'd you know yellow is my favorite color?"

Y/N sniffed a laugh, her cheeks turning red. "I didn't know it was."

"It is now." Harry said, diving his head in between her breast to leave kisses all over her chest. Y/N grabbed Harry's hair, slightly tugging on it as his mouth touched her all over.

"Harry, please..." She sighed, trying not to moan too loudly. He backed away, looking up at the panting girl in front of him.

"What is it darling? What d'you need?"

Y/N let out a huff. "You know what..."

"No I don't." Harry shrugged, shaking his head. "If you want something you gotta tell me. I always need to know you want it."

Y/N's face was puzzled, and possibly a bit taken aback by Harry's stern statement. He could see her trying to scramble the words in her brain. He knew it wouldn't be easy for a shy girl like her, but he hoped that learning to voice her needs would help her become more confident. In all aspects of her life.

"I... I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you." He took it a little further. Y/N groaned.

"I mean—" she dropped her shoulders. "I want you to touch me.... down there... if you want! Of course. I don't—"

Harry was quick to grab her face. "I want to do whatever you ask of me, don't worry about that. Just tell me what you want, you're doing good baby."

Y/N nodded, looking away as she scraped together some courage. She swallowed before locking eyes with Harry again.

"I want you to touch my pussy with your fingers... please." She said, her eyes wide as she waited for Harry's reaction.

Suddenly, Harry stood up. Y/N clung to him as he went to stand straight and planted her in front of the counter next to the sink. He could tell she was confused when he took a step away from her.

"Take off your shorts and your panties." Was all he said. Y/N did as she was told, quickly taking off her clothes and throwing them to the side. Harry admired her body as she stood there in front of him, waiting for his next move.

"Good girl." He said before grabbing her hips and turning her around to face the mirror in front of them. She was so tiny compared to him. It wasn't that she was extremely short, but his muscles made him way broader in comparison to her frame. But still it was perfect, she was perfect for him.

"See yourself, baby?" He said, lowering his head to plant a kiss in her neck while his arms snaked around her waist. He looked at her through the mirror, seeing her nod in agreement. "You look so perfect, don't you? Tell yourself you look perfect."

Y/N brows creased. "W— what?"

"Tell yourself you look perfect." Harry repeated matter-of-factly, stunning Y/N a bit. She opened her mouth but no sound came out; she was contemplating.

"I look... perfect?" She tilted her head slightly as she did what he asked, but Harry just scoffed.

"A little more conviction, please."

Y/N sighed, hesitantly biting her lip. "I look perfect."

Harry's fingers dug into the sides of her waist, and pulled her into him. In the way her eyes widened slightly, he figured she could feel the bulge that was hiding in his jeans.

"That's it, baby. Yeah you do." He encouraged her with a smile, causing Y/N cheeks to turn red a bit and look down. She gasped when he suddenly slipped his hand into her panties, the sudden touch on her clit causing her to lean into him. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut as she tried not to make too much noise as Harry's fingers explored her cunt.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get more perfect..." Harry said, planting a kiss on her neck before suddenly sticking a finger inside of her. Y/N's hips bucked slightly at the sudden intrusion, and she was quick to grab onto the counter in front of her.

"Shit..." she whispered, breathing becoming more heavy as Harry added a finger. The wet noises of Y/N pussy filled the room, and Harry's pants tightened even more at the sound of it.

Needing her to come desperately before he was going to cream his own pants, Harry picked up his pace. Y/N let out a whine at the speed of his fingers, and began to clench around them.

"You gonna come for me baby?" He took it as a sign, and by the way Y/N's head was hanging low with nothing but small moans leaving her lips, he was interpreting it just right. She quickly nodded in response, keeping her eyes closed as her face began to scrunch up. Harry eyed the counter she was holding onto, and spotted her white knuckled hands.

"You're doing so good, you can come for me." He motivated her. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to start spasming around his fingers. Y/N's body fell forward a bit, her shaky legs barely being able to keep her up as she came around Harry's fingers. He was quick to pull her back into him, forcing her to hold onto to his arm as she rode out her orgasm on his hand.

Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, Harry took his time to let Y/N come down from her orgasm. When she finally opened her eyes, and Harry's spotted the dazed look in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"There she is." He teased. Her cheeks were a bright pink from the orgasm she just had, and a small giggle left her mouth. "Was that good for you? Was that what you wanted?"

Y/N said nothing, solely smiling as she turned around to face Harry. His brows furrowed slightly as the silence went on, but he froze when she suddenly began to sink to her knees.

"Baby, you don't have to feel obligated to—"

Immediately, her smile dropped, much like Harry's heart. She looked up at him with those doe eyes of her, looking disappointed.

"You don't want that?" She asked, and Harry was pretty sure a piece of his heart cracked at hearing the tone of her voice.

"I want everything from you. I just don't want you to feel like you have to make me feel good just because I make you feel good, okay?" He explained, hoping she would understand.

Y/N tilted her head. "But... I want it."

Harry thought it over for a minute, then answered.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

Y/N swallowed, then nodded. Harry quirked up a brow.

"Yes." She voiced quickly, instantly understanding his silent demand for verbal consent.

"And you wanna suck me off?"

Again, Y/N nodded. "Yes."

"Greedy girl." Harry's lips quirked up, and he pushed back a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "Alright, who am I to say no? But just for a little bit, I don't think I'll last long."

Y/N hummed eagerly, immediately reaching for Harry's pants. He was shocked at her sudden burst of confidence when she turned them around so Harry could lean against the counter. He wondered where she'd learned that move, and then he quickly took that thought back, because he didn't want to think about Y/N making this move on other men.

All racing thoughts were thrown out the window when Y/N pulled down Harry's boxers. He could tell she was a bit surprised, and he would be lying if he said it didn't inflate his ego just a bit.

"You still sure about this?" He asked for good measure. Y/N looked at him, a bit... annoyed?

Harry didn't have much time to figure out what the expression on her face meant, because before he knew it, she licked a long stripe from his baseball the way to the tip of cock. Harry hissed, gripping onto the counter as she began to kitten lick the tip.

Fuck, he wasn't gonna last long like this at all.

When Y/N properly put her lips around him and began to really suck him off, Harry had to do everything in his power not to come in the spot. Automatically, he threw his head back, but as soon as he realized he was missing the view of the most beautiful angel he'd ever seen giving him a blowjob, his eyes traveled back to her.

"Fucking— hell..."

Looking up through her lashes, Y/N was sucking on Harry, taking care of what she couldn't take in her mouth with her hand. And then, when she began to speed up, Harry couldn't take it anymore.

Leaning forward, he pulled Y/N off his cock and got her to stand up straight. She yelped at the sudden movement, and she looked slightly offended to be disturbed during her performance of a lifetime. Somehow, when he lifted her up, she knew to wrap her legs around him. She held on tightly as he moved out of the bathroom and made his way over to the couch.

"I have a condom with me."

Y/N tilted her head. "I’m on contraceptives."

"Okay." Harry said. "I haven't been with anyone in like, three months. I got tested then, and I'm clean."

Y/N nodded. "Right... well I haven't been with anyone for like, two years, so I'm definitely clean."

Again, Harry would have been lying if he said that didn't made him feel a bit better about the two of them. But that was not the focus of right now.

"Alright, no condom then?" He asked.

"No condom." Y/N repeated, and that was that.

Sitting down with Y/N on his lap, Harry let her go at her own pace as she grabbed his cock and lined it up with her pussy. It was difficult not to dig his nails into her when she pushed his cock into her. Her jaw was slack, definitely getting used to the size and girth of the man she was pushing inside of her.

It was a matter of patience, but Y/N's tight walls, that patience was running thin. When Harry was about halfway in, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Want me to help?" Harry asked, and when Y/N nodded, he bucked his hips up, impaling her on his dick. She let out a loud a moan at the harshness, throwing her head back. But Harry didn't stop, he began to fuck up into her.

He was mesmerized, watching her tits bounce from the impact, her head back and her neck on display. She was a sight for sore eyes and he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to see her like this.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so good." The nickname slipped out like it was the most normal thing on earth. Harry was pleasantly surprised to feel her clenching around him in response, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"D'you like that? When I call you angel?" He began to provoke her. She nodded.

"I love it." The confession slipped past her lips. She opened her eyes, gazing into Harry's. "Again, please."

"Yeah? Want me to call you angel?" He asked, the rhetoric question earning some groans from Y/N's side. "You know why I call you angel, baby?"

"Why?" Her voice was soft, breath hitching as she began bouncing on Harry's cock more now that he had slowed his pace.

"Because the first time I saw you I thought I was dreaming." Harry said, holding onto her waist. Y/N let out a small moan. "You have this radiation about you, angel. You light up every room you’re in."

"Fuck..." Y/N cursed under her breath. "I can't— I need more, please, please..."

Harry groaned at the sheer desperation in her voice, pulling out to switch positions and laying Y/N on her back. When he entered her again, he didn't waste much time before pounding into her.

"Needed this angel? Needed me so bad, huh?" He asked, watching Y/N's eyes roll back as she tried to hold onto anything she could in order not to fall off the couch.

"Harry— oh my god!" She cried out helplessly, clawing onto his chest and arms. She wrapped her legs around Harry's torso, and he leaned forward to go even deeper, his cross chain dangling above her mouth.

Harry about lost it when she took the chain between her teeth and used it to pull him closer before putting her lips on his. All the sounds that left their mouths entered each other, their pleasure flowing between bodies like a steady wave.

Harry wasn't surprised that Y/N stopped kissing him, having felt her clench around his hard cock. She couldn't even get a word out, but Harry knew enough.

"C'mon angel, come for me." He growled, beginning to chase his own high as Y/N came around him.

Harry's orgasm followed not long after, and he was quick to pull out, his seed coating her lower stomach. Both were breathing heavily, not really speaking to each other as they came down from their highs. After a minute or two, Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on Y/N's forehead before getting up from the couch.

Y/N was too dazed to say anything about it, but she didn't have to wait long before Harry returned with paper towels to clean up the mess he made. He praised her casually as he wiped her stomach clean.

When he was done, he pulled her to sit up straight on the couch and got a glass of water for the both of them. Again, Y/N could only nod. He sat back down, handing one of the glasses to the girl next to him and watched her take some big sips before grabbing the glasses again and putting it back on the table. He was shocked when Y/N suddenly spoke up.

"I think I'm gonna quit my job." She said, staring at the wall in front of her. Harry put down his drink as well, re-positioning himself on the couch so he was sitting towards her.

"Y/N..." He was speechless. Seeing the look on her face, hearing those words come out of her mouth, it hurt him to see her like that. She finally turned to look at him.

"I can't... I can't be in the same space as him." She looked down at her fiddling hands, and Harry spotted the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm just so afraid all the time."

Fuck.

He didn't know how much quicker he could've pulled her into a hug. Y/N didn't particularly hug him back, but she rested her head on his shoulder as she accepted his embrace.

"I'm sorry." Y/N mumbled, barely cohesive as her words were muffled by Harry's shoulder. He pulled away from the hug. "I didn't meant to ruin the vibe."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He reminded her, wiping a tear away from her cheek. "I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me."

Y/N sighed. "It's gonna be hard as shit to find a new job here, though."

It was so incredibly unfair that Y/N had to be the one to switch jobs. Harry's jaw clenched. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to HR? They might be able to do something."

Y/N shook her head. "I don't have proof."

"Sexual harassment isn't about proof. If someone makes you uncomfortable, whether they intend to or not, that is sexual harassment." Harry said. He had a zero tolerance policy at the gym, and unfortunately had a sexual harassment situation once at work when a personal trainer kept making inappropriate comments towards one of the cleaners. He was very thankful that the woman felt safe enough to inform him, and he hated that Y/N didn't have that.

"It's complicated. I went on a date with him, that doesn't make me look very good." She replied. The look in her eyes was hopeless, and it scared him that this situation had been draining her so much.

"I still think you should consider it." Harry insisted anyway, hoping she would keep the option in the back of her mind at the very least.

Y/N shrugged. "I'll see."

The silence loomed over the both of them, and Harry didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, tell her all the right things she wanted to hear. But he wasn't sure what she did or didn't want to hear.

Instead, Harry leaned forward, his hand cupping her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting towards his hand. In turn, his stomach fluttered.

"You're going to be okay, no matter what." He assured her. Sure, he didn't know what she was going to do or how everything was going to turn out, but he felt very strongly that things would be fine.

"Thank you." Y/N whispered sweetly, her eyes still closed.

Harry smiled. She looked safe now.

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The new chapter was so good thank you!!! I love this harry! I did laugh at one autocorrect in the middle of the sex scene-

"before he knew it, she licked a long stripe from his baseball the way to the tip of cock"

👅⚾️😆 lol!

Congratulations on graduating! What are you going to do next?

OMG NO— istg I proofread it how did I miss that lmfao I’m so embarrassed😭

But thank you so much for the compliment! I am actually going to study English literature🤭 reading and writing is my life so I can’t wait to begin!🥹

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NFWMB - PART SEVEN*

Summary: “When Y/N confesses she needs Harry’s toolbox, he comes rushing to give it to her…” (I’m sorry this summary is so fucking stupid lmfao😭)

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: boxer!Harry x innocent!reader

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment/assault, bit of angst, SMUT, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics, teehee🤭

A/N: helloooo as promised, here is a new chapter of NFWMB in celebration of me getting my bachelor’s degree (woo🥳)! Thank you for being patient with me💞 I love these two they are so cutiepatootie, so happy reading!

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Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Ever since Y/N had told him she wanted him, he had been floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

Sure, his original intention was to do it all the old-fashioned traditional way. Take her out to dinner, take it slow, really court her. But when Y/N said she didn't like the pressure of dating, he knew he needed to act quick in order to not fully lose her. He'd do anything in any way she wanted, as long as he could get a chance to show her how much he wanted her.

Now, this was definitely not the traditional way, but Harry hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The sole idea of Y/N in that intimate capacity had the ability to send him to the edge. He needed to actively seek distractions in order not to think about it all day.

But when he wasn't thinking of Y/N's beauty or the agreement they made, his mind would float to that pathetic rat that had dared to make her feel unsafe. That had... touched her. He couldn't think about it too long either, not wanting to do anything rash and disrespecting Y/N's wish for him to let her handle the situation.

He just felt so angry and frustrated, and he wanted to her help her so bad, but he just didn't know how. Teaching her to defend herself was the help he was able to give for now, but he was hoping for her to let him in and let him offer her more emotional support as well.

All in good time, he thought.

For now, he was trying to focus on giving his client all of his attention while he was doing his exercises. He was a personal trainer for a select group of people who paid a significant amount to get the most detailed training, so the time-slots with these clients required his full focus.

"All right, good form Brady. That was the last one for today. I still see some restraints when you jump, which is coming from a lack of focus on hip exercises, so we're going to be incorporating those from Friday onward. Sound good?"

The sixty-five year old man smiled at Harry. He had come in here about four months earlier, wanting intensive personal training after five years of not working out because he had decided he was going to run a marathon by the end of the year. He'd later told Harry that his daughter was training for the marathon, and since they used to run together when she was little, he'd wanted to surprise her. Harry immediately signed himself on as Brady's personal trainer.

"I mean that's what I pay you for, right?" Brady joked, wiping off some sweat with the small towel around his neck. Harry huffed out a laugh, humming in agreement and handing Brady his water bottle. Suddenly, he heard a 'ping' sound coming from his pockets.

Turning on his phone, Harry frowned at seeing he had two message notifications from an unknown number.

Unknown

Heyy, I'm so sorry to bother you but I have kind of a weird question.

My bathroom cabinet door just kind of fell off its hinges and Sophie said you had a toolbox. And since I do not have one of my own, nor know how to fix this, I was wondering if maybe you had time to come over and help me somewhere later today?

This is Y/N, by the way. Sorry I should have started with that.

Harry hadn't realized how wide his smile was until Brady flicked him with his towel.

"What are you smirking at?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry looked at his client and noted the playful glint in his eyes. "I thought you were a bit different the last few sessions, now I know why."

Harry rolled his eyes, not really saying something. Brady sniffed a laugh and turned to gather his things.

"If she makes you smile like that then you better go for it." He said, and Harry was glad that Brady wasn't looking at him because he felt his cheeks turning a little red. "Because I did, and let me tell you... best decision of my life."

A wide smile spread on Harry's face as he listened to the advice of his client. He didn't even try to deny it, just took it with a smile and a nod. Brady only winked at him before walking off to the lockers. Harry immediately opened the chat with Y/N and put her into his contact list.

Harry

Hey

Of course, I'm free for the rest of the day, so just let me know when I can come by.

He quickly shut off his phone before he could overthink his text too much, and scurried off to his office to stress out in private. By the time he whipped his phone out again, he had a text from Y/N.

Y/N

Really? That'd be great, thank you!

I'm working from home today so you could swing by at like 4 if you want?

Fuck yeah, Harry thought.

Harry

Alright, see you in a bit.

With toolbox.

Y/N

Thanks! You're a life saver!

Harry beamed the whole way home. In his car, while he sought the toolbox, as he put the car in the toolbox. He just couldn't stop being giddy over the fact that Y/N had called him a life saver. It was kind of terrifying; how much an impact she had on his mood. Then again, he was too damn happy to worry about it.

It was only a fifteen minute drive from Harry's place to Y/N's. He wondered how it was possible that they'd only recently crossed paths. Maybe it was some kind of faith. Maybe they had come into each other's life at the exact right time.

Harry forced himself to stop pondering as he rang the downstairs doorbell. Taking a deep breath, he waited for Y/N to open the door. When the buzzer went off, Harry was quick to push the door open and hurry upstairs to her apartment.

Y/N was standing in the door opening, smiling as Harry walked up to her. She gave him a small wave, cracking a smile out of him too. She was just so adorable.

That was until his eyes traveled down to her legs, which were barely covered. She was only wearing tiny shorts and a large cardigan. And there was absolutely nothing adorable about those legs.

"Hey." She said when he was finally close enough. Her gaze dropped down to the toolbox in Harry's hand. It was a gift from his dad that he had gotten when he'd just moved out, but the box was huge. It did come in handy whenever something broke, though. Harry barely ever had to run to the store.

"I said bring a toolbox, not the entire hardware store." Y/N joked, stepping aside to let him in. Harry faked a gasp as he stepped into the apartment, his stomach swirling at the memory of the last time he was here.

"Are you making fun of my toolbox, Y/N?" He raised a playful brow, the insinuation floating between the two of them. Y/N stepped closer to Harry.

"I wouldn't dare to make fun of your toolbox." She replied cheekily. Harry's eyes slightly widened at her words. He had expected her to get a bit shy like she always did, but he was pleasantly surprised by her surge of confidence.

It took Harry a few seconds to regain himself, delaying his response. "So, where's the broken cabinet?"

Y/N pointed to a door on her right, and Harry immediately walked towards the bathroom. She was really looking too beautiful today but he needed to focus on fixing this cabinet before he could divide his entire attention to every inch of her skin, despite how badly he wanted to abandon everything and just spend the rest of his life in these four walls admiring her.

He went to work quickly, and Y/N brought him a glass of water while he began rummaging through the toolbox to find the right hinges and screwdrivers. Y/N sat leaned forward on the edge of her bathtub, head leaning on her hands as her stare burned a hole in his brain. He felt his ears turning red at the feeling of being watched by her, but he liked it too much to say anything about it.

"All done." Harry said after ten minutes, turning to see a gaping Y/N looking at the fixed cabinet door. She gasped as she got down to the floor and sat next to Harry, fascinated by the working door.

"Oh my god, you're so fast!" Y/N said with a wide smile as her fingers grazed over the new hinges. Just for good measure, she opened and closed the cabinet. Her gaze flicked over to Harry, the closeness between them suddenly very obvious.

"Thank you." She said softly. Her shy smile made the urge to kiss her almost too big to bear. Harry found himself automatically starting to lean in when Y/N suddenly pulled away and turned back with a glass of water in her hand.

"You didn't drink anything yet." She stated, her big eyes looking up at him. Y/N was back to being her skittish self, and for some reason, when she nervously bit her lip, Harry couldn't handle it anymore.

Leaping forward, he grabbed her face and put her lips on his. Slightly taken aback by the impact of the movement, Y/N let out a small noise, combining a yelp and a moan, but she immediately kissed him back. It was only because Harry felt something dripping from his elbow, that he leaned back from the phenomenal kiss.

Splattered all over Y/N's cardigan was the water that had once been in the glass she still holding. It must've tipped over when Harry launched toward her. She looked down and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, you made me all wet!" She giggled, trying to wipe over her cardigan as if it would help the situation. Harry groaned at Y/N's words, his cock suddenly straining way too much in his pants.

"Fucking hell..." he cursed under his breath, hoping it was subtle enough. Y/N heard it anyway, a frown on her face as she met the eyes of the pained man in front of her. Only when a few seconds had passed, she realized the double meaning of her sentence.

"Oh." was the only thing that came out of her mouth as she stared blankly at Harry. Slowly, he began to worry. Had he made her uncomfortable? He couldn't read her face expression.

He was about to ask if everything was okay, when Y/N's hands slowly floated to the button of her cardigan. Harry's eyes followed suit, and his heart rate began to pick up as she began to unbutton her cardigan.

Harry had to actively keep his mouth closed as he watched her take off the cardigan to reveal nothing but a yellow lace bra underneath it. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to touch her in any way he could, but he waited. Either for a signal or to ask for her consent. Just because she was taking off her cardigan didn't mean he'd suddenly gained the right to touch her.

He'd do anything to earn it, though. He'd get on his damn knees to beg for it if he had to.

"Better to take it off, right?" She whispered, a bit uncertainty lacing her words. She was timid; it was the first time she'd really initiated something in this manner.

"Right." Harry whispered back, making sure to keep his eyes on hers. Y/N frowned a bit.

"I bought this yesterday, do you like it?" She ran her fingers over the lace of the bra. Harry's eyes lowered, and he took his time to observe every inch of her breasts and the lace that covered them. His cock was growing painfully hard, but he had to be patient.

"I love it. Fits you perfectly." He rasped. He glanced at Y/N, who swallowed at his words. When his gaze traveled back to her chest, he could see the quickened breaths she was taking.

"Does it make you want to touch me?"

Harry could've melted at the shy words that left Y/N's mouth. He took a deep breath, restraining himself.

"Y/N, everything about you makes me want to touch you." He said, his stomach fluttering as he saw a smile grow on her face. He smirked, leaning closer until his lips were mere inches away from hers. "Can I touch you, darling?"

"Please."

Harry needed nothing more to immediately go in for the kill. He planted hungry kisses on her chin and jaw, working his way down to her neck, Y/N ragged breathing and stifled moans only encouraging him more. His hands traveled up to her chest, cupping one of her breasts and softly squeezing it has he worked to leave bruises on her neck.

"I— Ah... I bought it for you." Y/N croaked out in between moans, her hands searching for any part of Harry's body to hold onto.

Harry groaned into her neck, the confession making him go crazy. Wrapping both his arms around Y/N waist, he pulled her into his lap, placing her right on his hardened cock.

"Yeah? Just for me?" He asked, looking up at her as his fingers trailed the bare skin on her back. Y/N hummed, unconsciously rolling her hips against him to get closer. "How'd you know yellow is my favorite color?"

Y/N sniffed a laugh, her cheeks turning red. "I didn't know it was."

"It is now." Harry said, diving his head in between her breast to leave kisses all over her chest. Y/N grabbed Harry's hair, slightly tugging on it as his mouth touched her all over.

"Harry, please..." She sighed, trying not to moan too loudly. He backed away, looking up at the panting girl in front of him.

"What is it darling? What d'you need?"

Y/N let out a huff. "You know what..."

"No I don't." Harry shrugged, shaking his head. "If you want something you gotta tell me. I always need to know you want it."

Y/N's face was puzzled, and possibly a bit taken aback by Harry's stern statement. He could see her trying to scramble the words in her brain. He knew it wouldn't be easy for a shy girl like her, but he hoped that learning to voice her needs would help her become more confident. In all aspects of her life.

"I... I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you." He took it a little further. Y/N groaned.

"I mean—" she dropped her shoulders. "I want you to touch me.... down there... if you want! Of course. I don't—"

Harry was quick to grab her face. "I want to do whatever you ask of me, don't worry about that. Just tell me what you want, you're doing good baby."

Y/N nodded, looking away as she scraped together some courage. She swallowed before locking eyes with Harry again.

"I want you to touch my pussy with your fingers... please." She said, her eyes wide as she waited for Harry's reaction.

Suddenly, Harry stood up. Y/N clung to him as he went to stand straight and planted her in front of the counter next to the sink. He could tell she was confused when he took a step away from her.

"Take off your shorts and your panties." Was all he said. Y/N did as she was told, quickly taking off her clothes and throwing them to the side. Harry admired her body as she stood there in front of him, waiting for his next move.

"Good girl." He said before grabbing her hips and turning her around to face the mirror in front of them. She was so tiny compared to him. It wasn't that she was extremely short, but his muscles made him way broader in comparison to her frame. But still it was perfect, she was perfect for him.

"See yourself, baby?" He said, lowering his head to plant a kiss in her neck while his arms snaked around her waist. He looked at her through the mirror, seeing her nod in agreement. "You look so perfect, don't you? Tell yourself you look perfect."

Y/N brows creased. "W— what?"

"Tell yourself you look perfect." Harry repeated matter-of-factly, stunning Y/N a bit. She opened her mouth but no sound came out; she was contemplating.

"I look... perfect?" She tilted her head slightly as she did what he asked, but Harry just scoffed.

"A little more conviction, please."

Y/N sighed, hesitantly biting her lip. "I look perfect."

Harry's fingers dug into the sides of her waist, and pulled her into him. In the way her eyes widened slightly, he figured she could feel the bulge that was hiding in his jeans.

"That's it, baby. Yeah you do." He encouraged her with a smile, causing Y/N cheeks to turn red a bit and look down. She gasped when he suddenly slipped his hand into her panties, the sudden touch on her clit causing her to lean into him. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut as she tried not to make too much noise as Harry's fingers explored her cunt.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get more perfect..." Harry said, planting a kiss on her neck before suddenly sticking a finger inside of her. Y/N's hips bucked slightly at the sudden intrusion, and she was quick to grab onto the counter in front of her.

"Shit..." she whispered, breathing becoming more heavy as Harry added a finger. The wet noises of Y/N pussy filled the room, and Harry's pants tightened even more at the sound of it.

Needing her to come desperately before he was going to cream his own pants, Harry picked up his pace. Y/N let out a whine at the speed of his fingers, and began to clench around them.

"You gonna come for me baby?" He took it as a sign, and by the way Y/N's head was hanging low with nothing but small moans leaving her lips, he was interpreting it just right. She quickly nodded in response, keeping her eyes closed as her face began to scrunch up. Harry eyed the counter she was holding onto, and spotted her white knuckled hands.

"You're doing so good, you can come for me." He motivated her. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to start spasming around his fingers. Y/N's body fell forward a bit, her shaky legs barely being able to keep her up as she came around Harry's fingers. He was quick to pull her back into him, forcing her to hold onto to his arm as she rode out her orgasm on his hand.

Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, Harry took his time to let Y/N come down from her orgasm. When she finally opened her eyes, and Harry's spotted the dazed look in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"There she is." He teased. Her cheeks were a bright pink from the orgasm she just had, and a small giggle left her mouth. "Was that good for you? Was that what you wanted?"

Y/N said nothing, solely smiling as she turned around to face Harry. His brows furrowed slightly as the silence went on, but he froze when she suddenly began to sink to her knees.

"Baby, you don't have to feel obligated to—"

Immediately, her smile dropped, much like Harry's heart. She looked up at him with those doe eyes of her, looking disappointed.

"You don't want that?" She asked, and Harry was pretty sure a piece of his heart cracked at hearing the tone of her voice.

"I want everything from you. I just don't want you to feel like you have to make me feel good just because I make you feel good, okay?" He explained, hoping she would understand.

Y/N tilted her head. "But... I want it."

Harry thought it over for a minute, then answered.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

Y/N swallowed, then nodded. Harry quirked up a brow.

"Yes." She voiced quickly, instantly understanding his silent demand for verbal consent.

"And you wanna suck me off?"

Again, Y/N nodded. "Yes."

"Greedy girl." Harry's lips quirked up, and he pushed back a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "Alright, who am I to say no? But just for a little bit, I don't think I'll last long."

Y/N hummed eagerly, immediately reaching for Harry's pants. He was shocked at her sudden burst of confidence when she turned them around so Harry could lean against the counter. He wondered where she'd learned that move, and then he quickly took that thought back, because he didn't want to think about Y/N making this move on other men.

All racing thoughts were thrown out the window when Y/N pulled down Harry's boxers. He could tell she was a bit surprised, and he would be lying if he said it didn't inflate his ego just a bit.

"You still sure about this?" He asked for good measure. Y/N looked at him, a bit... annoyed?

Harry didn't have much time to figure out what the expression on her face meant, because before he knew it, she licked a long stripe from his baseball the way to the tip of cock. Harry hissed, gripping onto the counter as she began to kitten lick the tip.

Fuck, he wasn't gonna last long like this at all.

When Y/N properly put her lips around him and began to really suck him off, Harry had to do everything in his power not to come in the spot. Automatically, he threw his head back, but as soon as he realized he was missing the view of the most beautiful angel he'd ever seen giving him a blowjob, his eyes traveled back to her.

"Fucking— hell..."

Looking up through her lashes, Y/N was sucking on Harry, taking care of what she couldn't take in her mouth with her hand. And then, when she began to speed up, Harry couldn't take it anymore.

Leaning forward, he pulled Y/N off his cock and got her to stand up straight. She yelped at the sudden movement, and she looked slightly offended to be disturbed during her performance of a lifetime. Somehow, when he lifted her up, she knew to wrap her legs around him. She held on tightly as he moved out of the bathroom and made his way over to the couch.

"I have a condom with me."

Y/N tilted her head. "I’m on contraceptives."

"Okay." Harry said. "I haven't been with anyone in like, three months. I got tested then, and I'm clean."

Y/N nodded. "Right... well I haven't been with anyone for like, two years, so I'm definitely clean."

Again, Harry would have been lying if he said that didn't made him feel a bit better about the two of them. But that was not the focus of right now.

"Alright, no condom then?" He asked.

"No condom." Y/N repeated, and that was that.

Sitting down with Y/N on his lap, Harry let her go at her own pace as she grabbed his cock and lined it up with her pussy. It was difficult not to dig his nails into her when she pushed his cock into her. Her jaw was slack, definitely getting used to the size and girth of the man she was pushing inside of her.

It was a matter of patience, but Y/N's tight walls, that patience was running thin. When Harry was about halfway in, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Want me to help?" Harry asked, and when Y/N nodded, he bucked his hips up, impaling her on his dick. She let out a loud a moan at the harshness, throwing her head back. But Harry didn't stop, he began to fuck up into her.

He was mesmerized, watching her tits bounce from the impact, her head back and her neck on display. She was a sight for sore eyes and he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to see her like this.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so good." The nickname slipped out like it was the most normal thing on earth. Harry was pleasantly surprised to feel her clenching around him in response, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"D'you like that? When I call you angel?" He began to provoke her. She nodded.

"I love it." The confession slipped past her lips. She opened her eyes, gazing into Harry's. "Again, please."

"Yeah? Want me to call you angel?" He asked, the rhetoric question earning some groans from Y/N's side. "You know why I call you angel, baby?"

"Why?" Her voice was soft, breath hitching as she began bouncing on Harry's cock more now that he had slowed his pace.

"Because the first time I saw you I thought I was dreaming." Harry said, holding onto her waist. Y/N let out a small moan. "You have this radiation about you, angel. You light up every room you’re in."

"Fuck..." Y/N cursed under her breath. "I can't— I need more, please, please..."

Harry groaned at the sheer desperation in her voice, pulling out to switch positions and laying Y/N on her back. When he entered her again, he didn't waste much time before pounding into her.

"Needed this angel? Needed me so bad, huh?" He asked, watching Y/N's eyes roll back as she tried to hold onto anything she could in order not to fall off the couch.

"Harry— oh my god!" She cried out helplessly, clawing onto his chest and arms. She wrapped her legs around Harry's torso, and he leaned forward to go even deeper, his cross chain dangling above her mouth.

Harry about lost it when she took the chain between her teeth and used it to pull him closer before putting her lips on his. All the sounds that left their mouths entered each other, their pleasure flowing between bodies like a steady wave.

Harry wasn't surprised that Y/N stopped kissing him, having felt her clench around his hard cock. She couldn't even get a word out, but Harry knew enough.

"C'mon angel, come for me." He growled, beginning to chase his own high as Y/N came around him.

Harry's orgasm followed not long after, and he was quick to pull out, his seed coating her lower stomach. Both were breathing heavily, not really speaking to each other as they came down from their highs. After a minute or two, Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on Y/N's forehead before getting up from the couch.

Y/N was too dazed to say anything about it, but she didn't have to wait long before Harry returned with paper towels to clean up the mess he made. He praised her casually as he wiped her stomach clean.

When he was done, he pulled her to sit up straight on the couch and got a glass of water for the both of them. Again, Y/N could only nod. He sat back down, handing one of the glasses to the girl next to him and watched her take some big sips before grabbing the glasses again and putting it back on the table. He was shocked when Y/N suddenly spoke up.

"I think I'm gonna quit my job." She said, staring at the wall in front of her. Harry put down his drink as well, re-positioning himself on the couch so he was sitting towards her.

"Y/N..." He was speechless. Seeing the look on her face, hearing those words come out of her mouth, it hurt him to see her like that. She finally turned to look at him.

"I can't... I can't be in the same space as him." She looked down at her fiddling hands, and Harry spotted the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm just so afraid all the time."

Fuck.

He didn't know how much quicker he could've pulled her into a hug. Y/N didn't particularly hug him back, but she rested her head on his shoulder as she accepted his embrace.

"I'm sorry." Y/N mumbled, barely cohesive as her words were muffled by Harry's shoulder. He pulled away from the hug. "I didn't meant to ruin the vibe."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He reminded her, wiping a tear away from her cheek. "I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me."

Y/N sighed. "It's gonna be hard as shit to find a new job here, though."

It was so incredibly unfair that Y/N had to be the one to switch jobs. Harry's jaw clenched. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to HR? They might be able to do something."

Y/N shook her head. "I don't have proof."

"Sexual harassment isn't about proof. If someone makes you uncomfortable, whether they intend to or not, that is sexual harassment." Harry said. He had a zero tolerance policy at the gym, and unfortunately had a sexual harassment situation once at work when a personal trainer kept making inappropriate comments towards one of the cleaners. He was very thankful that the woman felt safe enough to inform him, and he hated that Y/N didn't have that.

"It's complicated. I went on a date with him, that doesn't make me look very good." She replied. The look in her eyes was hopeless, and it scared him that this situation had been draining her so much.

"I still think you should consider it." Harry insisted anyway, hoping she would keep the option in the back of her mind at the very least.

Y/N shrugged. "I'll see."

The silence loomed over the both of them, and Harry didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, tell her all the right things she wanted to hear. But he wasn't sure what she did or didn't want to hear.

Instead, Harry leaned forward, his hand cupping her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting towards his hand. In turn, his stomach fluttered.

"You're going to be okay, no matter what." He assured her. Sure, he didn't know what she was going to do or how everything was going to turn out, but he felt very strongly that things would be fine.

"Thank you." Y/N whispered sweetly, her eyes still closed.

Harry smiled. She looked safe now.

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New chapter of NFWMB is up and it’s spicy so go check it out😋😋

NFWMB - PART SEVEN*

Summary: “When Y/N confesses she needs Harry’s toolbox, he comes rushing to give it to her…” (I’m sorry this summary is so fucking stupid lmfao😭)

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: boxer!Harry x innocent!reader

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment/assault, bit of angst, SMUT, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics, teehee🤭

A/N: helloooo as promised, here is a new chapter of NFWMB in celebration of me getting my bachelor’s degree (woo🥳)! Thank you for being patient with me💞 I love these two they are so cutiepatootie, so happy reading!

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Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Ever since Y/N had told him she wanted him, he had been floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

Sure, his original intention was to do it all the old-fashioned traditional way. Take her out to dinner, take it slow, really court her. But when Y/N said she didn't like the pressure of dating, he knew he needed to act quick in order to not fully lose her. He'd do anything in any way she wanted, as long as he could get a chance to show her how much he wanted her.

Now, this was definitely not the traditional way, but Harry hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The sole idea of Y/N in that intimate capacity had the ability to send him to the edge. He needed to actively seek distractions in order not to think about it all day.

But when he wasn't thinking of Y/N's beauty or the agreement they made, his mind would float to that pathetic rat that had dared to make her feel unsafe. That had... touched her. He couldn't think about it too long either, not wanting to do anything rash and disrespecting Y/N's wish for him to let her handle the situation.

He just felt so angry and frustrated, and he wanted to her help her so bad, but he just didn't know how. Teaching her to defend herself was the help he was able to give for now, but he was hoping for her to let him in and let him offer her more emotional support as well.

All in good time, he thought.

For now, he was trying to focus on giving his client all of his attention while he was doing his exercises. He was a personal trainer for a select group of people who paid a significant amount to get the most detailed training, so the time-slots with these clients required his full focus.

"All right, good form Brady. That was the last one for today. I still see some restraints when you jump, which is coming from a lack of focus on hip exercises, so we're going to be incorporating those from Friday onward. Sound good?"

The sixty-five year old man smiled at Harry. He had come in here about four months earlier, wanting intensive personal training after five years of not working out because he had decided he was going to run a marathon by the end of the year. He'd later told Harry that his daughter was training for the marathon, and since they used to run together when she was little, he'd wanted to surprise her. Harry immediately signed himself on as Brady's personal trainer.

"I mean that's what I pay you for, right?" Brady joked, wiping off some sweat with the small towel around his neck. Harry huffed out a laugh, humming in agreement and handing Brady his water bottle. Suddenly, he heard a 'ping' sound coming from his pockets.

Turning on his phone, Harry frowned at seeing he had two message notifications from an unknown number.

Unknown

Heyy, I'm so sorry to bother you but I have kind of a weird question.

My bathroom cabinet door just kind of fell off its hinges and Sophie said you had a toolbox. And since I do not have one of my own, nor know how to fix this, I was wondering if maybe you had time to come over and help me somewhere later today?

This is Y/N, by the way. Sorry I should have started with that.

Harry hadn't realized how wide his smile was until Brady flicked him with his towel.

"What are you smirking at?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry looked at his client and noted the playful glint in his eyes. "I thought you were a bit different the last few sessions, now I know why."

Harry rolled his eyes, not really saying something. Brady sniffed a laugh and turned to gather his things.

"If she makes you smile like that then you better go for it." He said, and Harry was glad that Brady wasn't looking at him because he felt his cheeks turning a little red. "Because I did, and let me tell you... best decision of my life."

A wide smile spread on Harry's face as he listened to the advice of his client. He didn't even try to deny it, just took it with a smile and a nod. Brady only winked at him before walking off to the lockers. Harry immediately opened the chat with Y/N and put her into his contact list.

Harry

Hey

Of course, I'm free for the rest of the day, so just let me know when I can come by.

He quickly shut off his phone before he could overthink his text too much, and scurried off to his office to stress out in private. By the time he whipped his phone out again, he had a text from Y/N.

Y/N

Really? That'd be great, thank you!

I'm working from home today so you could swing by at like 4 if you want?

Fuck yeah, Harry thought.

Harry

Alright, see you in a bit.

With toolbox.

Y/N

Thanks! You're a life saver!

Harry beamed the whole way home. In his car, while he sought the toolbox, as he put the car in the toolbox. He just couldn't stop being giddy over the fact that Y/N had called him a life saver. It was kind of terrifying; how much an impact she had on his mood. Then again, he was too damn happy to worry about it.

It was only a fifteen minute drive from Harry's place to Y/N's. He wondered how it was possible that they'd only recently crossed paths. Maybe it was some kind of faith. Maybe they had come into each other's life at the exact right time.

Harry forced himself to stop pondering as he rang the downstairs doorbell. Taking a deep breath, he waited for Y/N to open the door. When the buzzer went off, Harry was quick to push the door open and hurry upstairs to her apartment.

Y/N was standing in the door opening, smiling as Harry walked up to her. She gave him a small wave, cracking a smile out of him too. She was just so adorable.

That was until his eyes traveled down to her legs, which were barely covered. She was only wearing tiny shorts and a large cardigan. And there was absolutely nothing innocent about those legs.

"Hey." She said when he was finally close enough. Her gaze dropped down to the toolbox in Harry's hand. It was a gift from his dad that he had gotten when he'd just moved out, but the box was huge. It did come in handy whenever something broke, though. Harry barely never had to run to the store.

"I said bring a toolbox, not the entire hardware store." Y/N joked, stepping aside to let him in. Harry faked a gasp as he stepped into the apartment, his stomach swirling at the memory of the last time he was here.

"Are you making fun of my toolbox, Y/N?" He raised a playful brow, the insinuation floating between the two of them. Y/N stepped closer to Harry.

"I wouldn't dare to make fun of your toolbox." She replied cheekily. Harry's eyes slightly widened at her words. He had expected her to get a bit shy like she always did, but he was pleasantly surprised by her surge of confidence.

It took Harry a few seconds to regain himself, delaying his response. "So, where's the broken cabinet?"

Y/N pointed to a door on her right, and Harry immediately walked towards the bathroom. She was really looking too beautiful today but he needed to focus on fixing this cabinet before he could divide his entire attention to every inch of her skin, despite how badly he wanted to abandon everything and just spend the rest of his life in these four walls admiring her.

He went to work quickly, and Y/N brought him a glass of water while he began rummaging through the toolbox to find the right hinges and screwdrivers. Y/N sat leaned forward on the edge of her bathtub, head leaning on her hands as her stare burned a hole in his brain. He felt his ears turning red at the feeling of being watched by her, but he liked it too much to say anything about it.

"All done." Harry said after ten minutes, turning to see a gaping Y/N looking at the fixed cabinet door. She gasped as she got down to the floor and sat next to Harry, fascinated by the working door.

"Oh my god, you're so fast!" Y/N said with a wide smile as her fingers grazed over the new hinges. Just for good measure, she opened and closed the cabinet. Her gaze flicked over to Harry, the closeness between them suddenly very obvious.

"Thank you." She said softly. Her shy smile made the urge to kiss her almost too big to bear. Harry found himself automatically starting to lean in when Y/N suddenly pulled away and turned back with a glass of water in her hand.

"You didn't drink anything yet." She stated, her big eyes looking up at him. Y/N was back to being her skittish self, and for some reason, when she nervously bit her lip, Harry couldn't handle it anymore.

Leaping forward, he grabbed her face and put her lips on his. Slightly taken aback by the impact of the movement, Y/N let out a small noise, combining a yelp and a moan, but she immediately kissed him back. It was only because Harry felt something dripping from his elbow, that he leaned back from the phenomenal kiss.

Splattered all over Y/N's cardigan was the water that had once been in the glass she still holding. It must've tipped over when Harry launched toward her. She looked down and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, you made me all wet!" She giggled, trying to wipe over her cardigan as if it would help the situation. Harry groaned at Y/N's words, his cock suddenly straining way too much in his pants.

"Fucking hell..." he cursed under his breath, hoping it was subtle enough. Y/N heard it anyway, a frown on her face as she met the eyes of the pained man in front of her. Only when a few seconds had passed, she realized the double meaning of her sentence.

"Oh." was the only thing that came out of her mouth as she stared blankly at Harry. Slowly, he began to worry. Had he made her uncomfortable? He couldn't read her face expression.

He was about to ask if everything was okay, when Y/N's hands slowly floated to the button of her cardigan. Harry's eyes followed suit, and his heart rate began to pick up as she began to unbutton her cardigan.

Harry had to actively keep his mouth closed as he watched her take off the cardigan to reveal nothing but a yellow lace bra underneath it. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to touch her in any way he could, but he waited. Either for a signal or to ask for her consent. Just because she was taking off her cardigan didn't mean he'd suddenly gained the right to touch her.

He'd do anything to earn it, though. He'd get on his damn knees to beg for it if he had to.

"Better to take it off, right?" She whispered, a bit uncertainty lacing her words. She was timid; it was the first time she'd really initiated something in this manner.

"Right." Harry whispered back, making sure to keep his eyes on hers. Y/N frowned a bit.

"I bought this yesterday, do you like it?" She ran her fingers over the lace of the bra. Harry's eyes lowered, and he took his time to observe every inch of her breasts and the lace that covered them. His cock was growing painfully hard, but he had to be patient.

"I love it. Fits you perfectly." He rasped. He glanced at Y/N, who swallowed at his words. When his gaze traveled back to her chest, he could see the quickened breaths she was taking.

"Does it make you want to touch me?"

Harry could've melted at the shy words that left Y/N's mouth. He took a deep breath, restraining himself.

"Y/N, everything about you makes me want to touch you." He said, his stomach fluttering as he saw a smile grow on her face. He smirked, leaning closer until his lips were mere inches away from hers. "Can I touch you, darling?"

"Please."

Harry needed nothing more to immediately go in for the kill. He planted hungry kisses on her chin and jaw, working his way down to her neck, Y/N ragged breathing and stifled moans only encouraging him more. His hands traveled up to her chest, cupping one of her breasts and softly squeezing it has he worked to leave bruises on her neck.

"I— Ah... I bought it for you." Y/N croaked out in between moans, her hands searching for any part of Harry's body to hold onto.

Harry groaned into her neck, the confession making him go crazy. Wrapping both his arms around Y/N waist, he pulled her into his lap, placing her right on his hardened cock.

"Yeah? Just for me?" He asked, looking up at her as his fingers trailed the bare skin on her back. Y/N hummed, unconsciously rolling her hips against him to get closer. "How'd you know yellow is my favorite color?"

Y/N sniffed a laugh, her cheeks turning red. "I didn't know it was."

"It is now." Harry said, diving his head in between her breast to leave kisses all over her chest. Y/N grabbed Harry's hair, slightly tugging on it as his mouth touched her all over.

"Harry, please..." She sighed, trying not to moan too loudly. He backed away, looking up at the panting girl in front of him.

"What is it darling? What d'you need?"

Y/N let out a huff. "You know what..."

"No I don't." Harry shrugged, shaking his head. "If you want something you gotta tell me. I always need to know you want it."

Y/N's face was puzzled, and possibly a bit taken aback by Harry's stern statement. He could see her trying to scramble the words in her brain. He knew it wouldn't be easy for a shy girl like her, but he hoped that learning to voice her needs would help her become more confident. In all aspects of her life.

"I... I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you." He took it a little further. Y/N groaned.

"I mean—" she dropped her shoulders. "I want you to touch me.... down there... if you want! Of course. I don't—"

Harry was quick to grab her face. "I want to do whatever you ask of me, don't worry about that. Just tell me what you want, you're doing good baby."

Y/N nodded, looking away as she scraped together some courage. She swallowed before locking eyes with Harry again.

"I want you to touch my pussy with your fingers... please." She said, her eyes wide as she waited for Harry's reaction.

Suddenly, Harry stood up. Y/N clung to him as he went to stand straight and planted her in front of the counter next to the sink. He could tell she was confused when he took a step away from her.

"Take off your shorts and your panties." Was all he said. Y/N did as she was told, quickly taking off her clothes and throwing them to the side. Harry admired her body as she stood there in front of him, waiting for his next move.

"Good girl." He said before grabbing her hips and turning her around to face the mirror in front of them. She was so tiny compared to him. It wasn't that she was extremely short, but his muscles made him way broader in comparison to her frame. But still it was perfect, she was perfect for him.

"See yourself, baby?" He said, lowering his head to plant a kiss in her neck while his arms snaked around her waist. He looked at her through the mirror, seeing her nod in agreement. "You look so perfect, don't you? Tell yourself you look perfect."

Y/N brows creased. "W— what?"

"Tell yourself you look perfect." Harry repeated matter-of-factly, stunning Y/N a bit. She opened her mouth but no sound came out; she was contemplating.

"I look... perfect?" She tilted her head slightly as she did what he asked, but Harry just scoffed.

"A little more conviction, please."

Y/N sighed, hesitantly biting her lip. "I look perfect."

Harry's fingers dug into the sides of her waist, and pulled her into him. In the way her eyes widened slightly, he figured she could feel the bulge that was hiding in his jeans.

"That's it, baby. Yeah you do." He encouraged her with a smile, causing Y/N cheeks to turn red a bit and look down. She gasped when he suddenly slipped his hand into her panties, the sudden touch on her clit causing her to lean into him. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut as she tried not to make too much noise as Harry's fingers explored her cunt.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get more perfect..." Harry said, planting a kiss on her neck before suddenly sticking a finger inside of her. Y/N's hips bucked slightly at the sudden intrusion, and she was quick to grab onto the counter in front of her.

"Shit..." she whispered, breathing becoming more heavy as Harry added a finger. The wet noises of Y/N pussy filled the room, and Harry's pants tightened even more at the sound of it.

Needing her to come desperately before he was going to cream his own pants, Harry picked up his pace. Y/N let out a whine at the speed of his fingers, and began to clench around them.

"You gonna come for me baby?" He took it as a sign, and by the way Y/N's head was hanging low with nothing but small moans leaving her lips, he was interpreting it just right. She quickly nodded in response, keeping her eyes closed as her face began to scrunch up. Harry eyed the counter she was holding onto, and spotted her white knuckled hands.

"You're doing so good, you can come for me." He motivated her. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to start spasming around his fingers. Y/N's body fell forward a bit, her shaky legs barely being able to keep her up as she came around Harry's fingers. He was quick to pull her back into him, forcing her to hold onto to his arm as she rode out her orgasm on his hand.

Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, Harry took his time to let Y/N come down from her orgasm. When she finally opened her eyes, and Harry's spotted the dazed look in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"There she is." He teased. Her cheeks were a bright pink from the orgasm she just had, and a small giggle left her mouth. "Was that good for you? Was that what you wanted?"

Y/N said nothing, solely smiling as she turned around to face Harry. His brows furrowed slightly as the silence went on, but he froze when she suddenly began to sink to her knees.

"Baby, you don't have to feel obligated to—"

Immediately, her smile dropped, much like Harry's heart. She looked up at him with those doe eyes of her, looking disappointed.

"You don't want that?" She asked, and Harry was pretty sure he heart a crack in his heart at hearing the tone of her voice.

"I want everything from you. I just don't want you to feel like you have to make me feel good just because I make you feel good, okay?" He explained, hoping she would understand.

Y/N tilted her head. "But... I want it."

Harry thought it over for a minute, then answered.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

Y/N swallowed, then nodded. Harry quirked a brow.

"Yes." She voiced quickly, instantly understanding his silent demand for verbal consent.

"And you wanna suck me off?"

Again, Y/N nodded. "Yes."

"Greedy girl." Harry's lips quirked up, and he pushed back a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "Alright, who am I to say no? But just for a little bit, I don't think I'll last long."

Y/N hummed eagerly, immediately reaching for Harry's pants. He was shocked at her sudden burst of confidence when she turned them around so Harry could lean against the counter. He wondered where she'd learned that move, and then he quickly took that thought back, because he didn't want to think about Y/N making this move on other men.

All racing thoughts were thrown out the window when Y/N pulled down Harry's boxers. He could tell she was a bit surprised, and he would be lying if he said it didn't inflate his ego just a bit.

"You still sure about this?" He asked for good measure. Y/N looked at him, a bit... annoyed?

Harry didn't have much time to figure out what the expression on her face meant, because before he knew it, she licked a long stripe from his baseball the way to the tip of cock. Harry hissed, gripping onto the counter as she began to kitten lick the tip.

Fuck, he wasn't gonna last long like this at all.

When Y/N properly put her lips around him and began to really suck him off, Harry had to do everything in his power not to come in the spot. Automatically, he threw his head back, but as soon as he realized he was missing the view of the most beautiful angel he'd ever seen giving him a blowjob, his eyes traveled back to her.

"Fucking— hell..."

Looking up through her lashes, Y/N was sucking on Harry, taking care of what she couldn't take in her mouth with her hand. And then, when she began to speed up, Harry couldn't take it anymore.

Leaning forward, he pulled Y/N off his cock and got her to stand up straight. She yelped at the sudden movement, and she looked slightly offended to be disturbed during her performance of a lifetime. Somehow, when he lifted her up, she knew to wrap her legs around him. She held on tightly as he moved out of the bathroom and made his way over to the couch.

"I have a condom with me."

Y/N tilted her head. "I'm on anti conceptions."

"Okay." Harry said. "I haven't been with anyone in like, three months. I got tested then, and I'm clean."

Y/N nodded. "Right... well I haven't been with anyone for like, two years, so I'm definitely clean."

Again, Harry would have been lying if he said that didn't made him feel a bit better about the two of them. But that was not the focus right now.

"Alright, no condom then?" He asked.

"No condom." Y/N repeated, and that was that.

Sitting down with Y/N on his lap, Harry let her go at her own pace as she grabbed his cock and lined it up with her pussy. It was difficult not to dig his nails into her when she pushed his cock into her. Her jaw was slack, definitely getting used to the size and girth of the man she was pushing inside of her.

It was a matter of patience, but Y/N's tight walls, that patience was running thin. When Harry was about halfway in, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Want me to help?" Harry asked, and when Y/N nodded, he bucked his hips up, impaling her on his dick. She let out a loud a moan at the harshness, throwing her head back. But Harry didn't stop, he began to fuck up into her.

He was mesmerized, watching her tits bounce from the impact, her head back and her neck on display. She was a sight for sore eyes and he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to see her like this.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so good." The nickname slipped out like it was the most normal thing on earth. Harry was pleasantly surprised to feel her clenching around him in response, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"D'you like that? When I call you angel?" He began to provoke her. She nodded.

"I love it." The confession slipped past her lips. She opened her eyes, gazing into Harry's. "Again, please."

"Yeah? Want me to call you angel?" He asked, the rhetoric question earning some groans from Y/N's side. "You know why I call you angel, baby?"

"Why?" Her voice was soft, breath hitching as she began bouncing on Harry's cock more now that he had slowed his pace.

"Because the first time I saw you I thought I was dreaming." Harry said, holding onto her waist. Y/N let out a small moan. "You have this radiation about you, angel. You light up every room I'm in."

"Fuck..." Y/N cursed under her breath. "I can't— I need more, please, please..."

Harry groaned at the sheer desperation in her voice, pulling out to switch positions and laying Y/N on her back. When he entered her again, he didn't waste much time before pounding into her.

"Needed this angel? Needed me so bad, huh?" He asked, watching Y/N's eyes roll back as she tried to hold onto anything she could in order not to fall off the couch.

"Harry— oh my god!" She cried out helplessly, clawing onto his chest and arms. She wrapped her legs around Harry's torso, and he leaned forward to go even deeper, his cross chain dangling above her mouth.

Harry about lost it when she took the chain between her teeth and used it to pull him closer before putting her lips on his. All the sounds that left their mouths entered each other, their pleasure flowing between bodies like a steady wave.

Harry wasn't surprised that Y/N stopped kissing him, having felt her clench around his hard cock. She couldn't even get a word out, but Harry knew enough.

"C'mon angel, come for me." He growled, beginning to chase his own high as Y/N came around him.

Harry's orgasm followed not long after, and he was quick to pull out, his seed coating her lower stomach. Both were breathing heavily, not really speaking to each other as they came down from their highs. After a minute or two, Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on Y/N's forehead before getting up from the couch.

Y/N was too dazed to say anything about it, but she didn't have to wait long before Harry returned with paper towels to clean up the mess he made. He praised her casually as he wiped her stomach clean.

When he was done, he pulled her to sit up straight on the couch and got a glass of water for the both of them. Again, Y/N could only nod. He sat back down, handing one of the glasses to the girl next to him and watched her take some big sips before grabbing the glasses again and putting it back on the table. He was shocked when Y/N suddenly spoke up.

"I think I'm gonna quit." She said, staring at the wall in front of her. Harry put down his drink as well, re-positioning himself on the couch so he was sitting towards her.

"Y/N..." He was speechless. Seeing the look on her face, hearing those words come out of her mouth, it hurt him to see her like that. She finally turned to look at him.

"I can't... I can't be in the same space as him." She looked down at her fiddling hands, and Harry spotted the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm just so afraid all the time."

Fuck.

He didn't know how much quicker he could've pulled her into a hug. Y/N didn't particularly hug him back, but she rested her head on his shoulder as she accepted his embrace.

"I'm sorry." Y/N mumbled, barely cohesive as her words were muffled by Harry's shoulder. He pulled away from the hug. "I didn't meant to ruin the vibe."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He reminded her, wiping a tear away from her cheek. "I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me."

Y/N sighed. "It's gonna be hard as shit to find a new job here, though."

It was so incredibly unfair that Y/N had to be the one to switch jobs. Harry's jaw clenched. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to HR? They might be able to do something."

Y/N shook her head. "I don't have proof."

"Sexual harassment isn't about proof. If someone makes you uncomfortable, whether they intend to or not, that is sexual harassment." Harry said. He had a zero tolerance policy at the gym, and unfortunately had a sexual harassment situation once at work when a personal trainer kept making inappropriate comments towards one of the cleaners. He was very thankful that the woman felt safe enough to inform him, and he hated that Y/N didn't have that.

"It's complicated. I went on a date with him, that doesn't make me look very good." She replied. The look in her eyes was hopeless, and it scared him that this situation had been draining her so much.

"I still think you should consider it." Harry insisted anyway, hoping she would keep the option in the back of her mind at the very least.

Y/N shrugged. "I'll see."

The silence loomed over the both of them, and Harry didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, tell her all the right things she wanted to hear. But he wasn't sure what she did or didn't want to hear.

Instead, Harry leaned forward, his hand cupping her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting towards his hand. In turn, his stomach fluttered.

"You're going to be okay, no matter what." He assured her. Sure, he didn't know what she was going to do or how everything was going to turn out, but he felt very strongly that things would be fine.

"Thank you." Y/N whispered sweetly, her eyes still closed.

Harry smiled. She looked safe now.

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NFWMB - PART SEVEN*

Summary: “When Y/N confesses she needs Harry’s toolbox, he comes rushing to give it to her…” (I’m sorry this summary is so fucking stupid lmfao😭)

Wc: 5.2k

Tropes: boxer!Harry x innocent!reader

Warnings: mention of sexual harassment/assault, bit of angst, SMUT, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics, teehee🤭

A/N: helloooo as promised, here is a new chapter of NFWMB in celebration of me getting my bachelor’s degree (woo🥳)! Thank you for being patient with me💞 I love these two they are so cutiepatootie, so happy reading!

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Harry was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Ever since Y/N had told him she wanted him, he had been floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

Sure, his original intention was to do it all the old-fashioned traditional way. Take her out to dinner, take it slow, really court her. But when Y/N said she didn't like the pressure of dating, he knew he needed to act quick in order to not fully lose her. He'd do anything in any way she wanted, as long as he could get a chance to show her how much he wanted her.

Now, this was definitely not the traditional way, but Harry hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The sole idea of Y/N in that intimate capacity had the ability to send him to the edge. He needed to actively seek distractions in order not to think about it all day.

But when he wasn't thinking of Y/N's beauty or the agreement they made, his mind would float to that pathetic rat that had dared to make her feel unsafe. That had... touched her. He couldn't think about it too long either, not wanting to do anything rash and disrespecting Y/N's wish for him to let her handle the situation.

He just felt so angry and frustrated, and he wanted to her help her so bad, but he just didn't know how. Teaching her to defend herself was the help he was able to give for now, but he was hoping for her to let him in and let him offer her more emotional support as well.

All in good time, he thought.

For now, he was trying to focus on giving his client all of his attention while he was doing his exercises. He was a personal trainer for a select group of people who paid a significant amount to get the most detailed training, so the time-slots with these clients required his full focus.

"All right, good form Brady. That was the last one for today. I still see some restraints when you jump, which is coming from a lack of focus on hip exercises, so we're going to be incorporating those from Friday onward. Sound good?"

The sixty-five year old man smiled at Harry. He had come in here about four months earlier, wanting intensive personal training after five years of not working out because he had decided he was going to run a marathon by the end of the year. He'd later told Harry that his daughter was training for the marathon, and since they used to run together when she was little, he'd wanted to surprise her. Harry immediately signed himself on as Brady's personal trainer.

"I mean that's what I pay you for, right?" Brady joked, wiping off some sweat with the small towel around his neck. Harry huffed out a laugh, humming in agreement and handing Brady his water bottle. Suddenly, he heard a 'ping' sound coming from his pockets.

Turning on his phone, Harry frowned at seeing he had two message notifications from an unknown number.

Unknown

Heyy, I'm so sorry to bother you but I have kind of a weird question.

My bathroom cabinet door just kind of fell off its hinges and Sophie said you had a toolbox. And since I do not have one of my own, nor know how to fix this, I was wondering if maybe you had time to come over and help me somewhere later today?

This is Y/N, by the way. Sorry I should have started with that.

Harry hadn't realized how wide his smile was until Brady flicked him with his towel.

"What are you smirking at?" The man asked, raising an eyebrow. Harry looked at his client and noted the playful glint in his eyes. "I thought you were a bit different the last few sessions, now I know why."

Harry rolled his eyes, not really saying something. Brady sniffed a laugh and turned to gather his things.

"If she makes you smile like that then you better go for it." He said, and Harry was glad that Brady wasn't looking at him because he felt his cheeks turning a little red. "Because I did, and let me tell you... best decision of my life."

A wide smile spread on Harry's face as he listened to the advice of his client. He didn't even try to deny it, just took it with a smile and a nod. Brady only winked at him before walking off to the lockers. Harry immediately opened the chat with Y/N and put her into his contact list.

Harry

Hey

Of course, I'm free for the rest of the day, so just let me know when I can come by.

He quickly shut off his phone before he could overthink his text too much, and scurried off to his office to stress out in private. By the time he whipped his phone out again, he had a text from Y/N.

Y/N

Really? That'd be great, thank you!

I'm working from home today so you could swing by at like 4 if you want?

Fuck yeah, Harry thought.

Harry

Alright, see you in a bit.

With toolbox.

Y/N

Thanks! You're a life saver!

Harry beamed the whole way home. In his car, while he sought the toolbox, as he put the car in the toolbox. He just couldn't stop being giddy over the fact that Y/N had called him a life saver. It was kind of terrifying; how much an impact she had on his mood. Then again, he was too damn happy to worry about it.

It was only a fifteen minute drive from Harry's place to Y/N's. He wondered how it was possible that they'd only recently crossed paths. Maybe it was some kind of faith. Maybe they had come into each other's life at the exact right time.

Harry forced himself to stop pondering as he rang the downstairs doorbell. Taking a deep breath, he waited for Y/N to open the door. When the buzzer went off, Harry was quick to push the door open and hurry upstairs to her apartment.

Y/N was standing in the door opening, smiling as Harry walked up to her. She gave him a small wave, cracking a smile out of him too. She was just so adorable.

That was until his eyes traveled down to her legs, which were barely covered. She was only wearing tiny shorts and a large cardigan. And there was absolutely nothing adorable about those legs.

"Hey." She said when he was finally close enough. Her gaze dropped down to the toolbox in Harry's hand. It was a gift from his dad that he had gotten when he'd just moved out, but the box was huge. It did come in handy whenever something broke, though. Harry barely ever had to run to the store.

"I said bring a toolbox, not the entire hardware store." Y/N joked, stepping aside to let him in. Harry faked a gasp as he stepped into the apartment, his stomach swirling at the memory of the last time he was here.

"Are you making fun of my toolbox, Y/N?" He raised a playful brow, the insinuation floating between the two of them. Y/N stepped closer to Harry.

"I wouldn't dare to make fun of your toolbox." She replied cheekily. Harry's eyes slightly widened at her words. He had expected her to get a bit shy like she always did, but he was pleasantly surprised by her surge of confidence.

It took Harry a few seconds to regain himself, delaying his response. "So, where's the broken cabinet?"

Y/N pointed to a door on her right, and Harry immediately walked towards the bathroom. She was really looking too beautiful today but he needed to focus on fixing this cabinet before he could divide his entire attention to every inch of her skin, despite how badly he wanted to abandon everything and just spend the rest of his life in these four walls admiring her.

He went to work quickly, and Y/N brought him a glass of water while he began rummaging through the toolbox to find the right hinges and screwdrivers. Y/N sat leaned forward on the edge of her bathtub, head leaning on her hands as her stare burned a hole in his brain. He felt his ears turning red at the feeling of being watched by her, but he liked it too much to say anything about it.

"All done." Harry said after ten minutes, turning to see a gaping Y/N looking at the fixed cabinet door. She gasped as she got down to the floor and sat next to Harry, fascinated by the working door.

"Oh my god, you're so fast!" Y/N said with a wide smile as her fingers grazed over the new hinges. Just for good measure, she opened and closed the cabinet. Her gaze flicked over to Harry, the closeness between them suddenly very obvious.

"Thank you." She said softly. Her shy smile made the urge to kiss her almost too big to bear. Harry found himself automatically starting to lean in when Y/N suddenly pulled away and turned back with a glass of water in her hand.

"You didn't drink anything yet." She stated, her big eyes looking up at him. Y/N was back to being her skittish self, and for some reason, when she nervously bit her lip, Harry couldn't handle it anymore.

Leaping forward, he grabbed her face and put her lips on his. Slightly taken aback by the impact of the movement, Y/N let out a small noise, combining a yelp and a moan, but she immediately kissed him back. It was only because Harry felt something dripping from his elbow, that he leaned back from the phenomenal kiss.

Splattered all over Y/N's cardigan was the water that had once been in the glass she still holding. It must've tipped over when Harry launched toward her. She looked down and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, you made me all wet!" She giggled, trying to wipe over her cardigan as if it would help the situation. Harry groaned at Y/N's words, his cock suddenly straining way too much in his pants.

"Fucking hell..." he cursed under his breath, hoping it was subtle enough. Y/N heard it anyway, a frown on her face as she met the eyes of the pained man in front of her. Only when a few seconds had passed, she realized the double meaning of her sentence.

"Oh." was the only thing that came out of her mouth as she stared blankly at Harry. Slowly, he began to worry. Had he made her uncomfortable? He couldn't read her face expression.

He was about to ask if everything was okay, when Y/N's hands slowly floated to the button of her cardigan. Harry's eyes followed suit, and his heart rate began to pick up as she began to unbutton her cardigan.

Harry had to actively keep his mouth closed as he watched her take off the cardigan to reveal nothing but a yellow lace bra underneath it. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to touch her in any way he could, but he waited. Either for a signal or to ask for her consent. Just because she was taking off her cardigan didn't mean he'd suddenly gained the right to touch her.

He'd do anything to earn it, though. He'd get on his damn knees to beg for it if he had to.

"Better to take it off, right?" She whispered, a bit uncertainty lacing her words. She was timid; it was the first time she'd really initiated something in this manner.

"Right." Harry whispered back, making sure to keep his eyes on hers. Y/N frowned a bit.

"I bought this yesterday, do you like it?" She ran her fingers over the lace of the bra. Harry's eyes lowered, and he took his time to observe every inch of her breasts and the lace that covered them. His cock was growing painfully hard, but he had to be patient.

"I love it. Fits you perfectly." He rasped. He glanced at Y/N, who swallowed at his words. When his gaze traveled back to her chest, he could see the quickened breaths she was taking.

"Does it make you want to touch me?"

Harry could've melted at the shy words that left Y/N's mouth. He took a deep breath, restraining himself.

"Y/N, everything about you makes me want to touch you." He said, his stomach fluttering as he saw a smile grow on her face. He smirked, leaning closer until his lips were mere inches away from hers. "Can I touch you, darling?"

"Please."

Harry needed nothing more to immediately go in for the kill. He planted hungry kisses on her chin and jaw, working his way down to her neck, Y/N ragged breathing and stifled moans only encouraging him more. His hands traveled up to her chest, cupping one of her breasts and softly squeezing it has he worked to leave bruises on her neck.

"I— Ah... I bought it for you." Y/N croaked out in between moans, her hands searching for any part of Harry's body to hold onto.

Harry groaned into her neck, the confession making him go crazy. Wrapping both his arms around Y/N waist, he pulled her into his lap, placing her right on his hardened cock.

"Yeah? Just for me?" He asked, looking up at her as his fingers trailed the bare skin on her back. Y/N hummed, unconsciously rolling her hips against him to get closer. "How'd you know yellow is my favorite color?"

Y/N sniffed a laugh, her cheeks turning red. "I didn't know it was."

"It is now." Harry said, diving his head in between her breast to leave kisses all over her chest. Y/N grabbed Harry's hair, slightly tugging on it as his mouth touched her all over.

"Harry, please..." She sighed, trying not to moan too loudly. He backed away, looking up at the panting girl in front of him.

"What is it darling? What d'you need?"

Y/N let out a huff. "You know what..."

"No I don't." Harry shrugged, shaking his head. "If you want something you gotta tell me. I always need to know you want it."

Y/N's face was puzzled, and possibly a bit taken aback by Harry's stern statement. He could see her trying to scramble the words in her brain. He knew it wouldn't be easy for a shy girl like her, but he hoped that learning to voice her needs would help her become more confident. In all aspects of her life.

"I... I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you." He took it a little further. Y/N groaned.

"I mean—" she dropped her shoulders. "I want you to touch me.... down there... if you want! Of course. I don't—"

Harry was quick to grab her face. "I want to do whatever you ask of me, don't worry about that. Just tell me what you want, you're doing good baby."

Y/N nodded, looking away as she scraped together some courage. She swallowed before locking eyes with Harry again.

"I want you to touch my pussy with your fingers... please." She said, her eyes wide as she waited for Harry's reaction.

Suddenly, Harry stood up. Y/N clung to him as he went to stand straight and planted her in front of the counter next to the sink. He could tell she was confused when he took a step away from her.

"Take off your shorts and your panties." Was all he said. Y/N did as she was told, quickly taking off her clothes and throwing them to the side. Harry admired her body as she stood there in front of him, waiting for his next move.

"Good girl." He said before grabbing her hips and turning her around to face the mirror in front of them. She was so tiny compared to him. It wasn't that she was extremely short, but his muscles made him way broader in comparison to her frame. But still it was perfect, she was perfect for him.

"See yourself, baby?" He said, lowering his head to plant a kiss in her neck while his arms snaked around her waist. He looked at her through the mirror, seeing her nod in agreement. "You look so perfect, don't you? Tell yourself you look perfect."

Y/N brows creased. "W— what?"

"Tell yourself you look perfect." Harry repeated matter-of-factly, stunning Y/N a bit. She opened her mouth but no sound came out; she was contemplating.

"I look... perfect?" She tilted her head slightly as she did what he asked, but Harry just scoffed.

"A little more conviction, please."

Y/N sighed, hesitantly biting her lip. "I look perfect."

Harry's fingers dug into the sides of her waist, and pulled her into him. In the way her eyes widened slightly, he figured she could feel the bulge that was hiding in his jeans.

"That's it, baby. Yeah you do." He encouraged her with a smile, causing Y/N cheeks to turn red a bit and look down. She gasped when he suddenly slipped his hand into her panties, the sudden touch on her clit causing her to lean into him. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut as she tried not to make too much noise as Harry's fingers explored her cunt.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get more perfect..." Harry said, planting a kiss on her neck before suddenly sticking a finger inside of her. Y/N's hips bucked slightly at the sudden intrusion, and she was quick to grab onto the counter in front of her.

"Shit..." she whispered, breathing becoming more heavy as Harry added a finger. The wet noises of Y/N pussy filled the room, and Harry's pants tightened even more at the sound of it.

Needing her to come desperately before he was going to cream his own pants, Harry picked up his pace. Y/N let out a whine at the speed of his fingers, and began to clench around them.

"You gonna come for me baby?" He took it as a sign, and by the way Y/N's head was hanging low with nothing but small moans leaving her lips, he was interpreting it just right. She quickly nodded in response, keeping her eyes closed as her face began to scrunch up. Harry eyed the counter she was holding onto, and spotted her white knuckled hands.

"You're doing so good, you can come for me." He motivated her. It didn't take more than a few seconds for her to start spasming around his fingers. Y/N's body fell forward a bit, her shaky legs barely being able to keep her up as she came around Harry's fingers. He was quick to pull her back into him, forcing her to hold onto to his arm as she rode out her orgasm on his hand.

Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, Harry took his time to let Y/N come down from her orgasm. When she finally opened her eyes, and Harry's spotted the dazed look in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"There she is." He teased. Her cheeks were a bright pink from the orgasm she just had, and a small giggle left her mouth. "Was that good for you? Was that what you wanted?"

Y/N said nothing, solely smiling as she turned around to face Harry. His brows furrowed slightly as the silence went on, but he froze when she suddenly began to sink to her knees.

"Baby, you don't have to feel obligated to—"

Immediately, her smile dropped, much like Harry's heart. She looked up at him with those doe eyes of her, looking disappointed.

"You don't want that?" She asked, and Harry was pretty sure a piece of his heart cracked at hearing the tone of her voice.

"I want everything from you. I just don't want you to feel like you have to make me feel good just because I make you feel good, okay?" He explained, hoping she would understand.

Y/N tilted her head. "But... I want it."

Harry thought it over for a minute, then answered.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

Y/N swallowed, then nodded. Harry quirked up a brow.

"Yes." She voiced quickly, instantly understanding his silent demand for verbal consent.

"And you wanna suck me off?"

Again, Y/N nodded. "Yes."

"Greedy girl." Harry's lips quirked up, and he pushed back a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "Alright, who am I to say no? But just for a little bit, I don't think I'll last long."

Y/N hummed eagerly, immediately reaching for Harry's pants. He was shocked at her sudden burst of confidence when she turned them around so Harry could lean against the counter. He wondered where she'd learned that move, and then he quickly took that thought back, because he didn't want to think about Y/N making this move on other men.

All racing thoughts were thrown out the window when Y/N pulled down Harry's boxers. He could tell she was a bit surprised, and he would be lying if he said it didn't inflate his ego just a bit.

"You still sure about this?" He asked for good measure. Y/N looked at him, a bit... annoyed?

Harry didn't have much time to figure out what the expression on her face meant, because before he knew it, she licked a long stripe from his base the way to the tip of cock. Harry hissed, gripping onto the counter as she began to kitten lick the tip.

Fuck, he wasn't gonna last long like this at all.

When Y/N properly put her lips around him and began to really suck him off, Harry had to do everything in his power not to come in the spot. Automatically, he threw his head back, but as soon as he realized he was missing the view of the most beautiful angel he'd ever seen giving him a blowjob, his eyes traveled back to her.

"Fucking— hell..."

Looking up through her lashes, Y/N was sucking on Harry, taking care of what she couldn't take in her mouth with her hand. And then, when she began to speed up, Harry couldn't take it anymore.

Leaning forward, he pulled Y/N off his cock and got her to stand up straight. She yelped at the sudden movement, and she looked slightly offended to be disturbed during her performance of a lifetime. Somehow, when he lifted her up, she knew to wrap her legs around him. She held on tightly as he moved out of the bathroom and made his way over to the couch.

"I have a condom with me."

Y/N tilted her head. "I’m on contraceptives."

"Okay." Harry said. "I haven't been with anyone in like, three months. I got tested then, and I'm clean."

Y/N nodded. "Right... well I haven't been with anyone for like, two years, so I'm definitely clean."

Again, Harry would have been lying if he said that didn't made him feel a bit better about the two of them. But that was not the focus of right now.

"Alright, no condom then?" He asked.

"No condom." Y/N repeated, and that was that.

Sitting down with Y/N on his lap, Harry let her go at her own pace as she grabbed his cock and lined it up with her pussy. It was difficult not to dig his nails into her when she pushed his cock into her. Her jaw was slack, definitely getting used to the size and girth of the man she was pushing inside of her.

It was a matter of patience, but Y/N's tight walls, that patience was running thin. When Harry was about halfway in, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Want me to help?" Harry asked, and when Y/N nodded, he bucked his hips up, impaling her on his dick. She let out a loud a moan at the harshness, throwing her head back. But Harry didn't stop, he began to fuck up into her.

He was mesmerized, watching her tits bounce from the impact, her head back and her neck on display. She was a sight for sore eyes and he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to see her like this.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so good." The nickname slipped out like it was the most normal thing on earth. Harry was pleasantly surprised to feel her clenching around him in response, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"D'you like that? When I call you angel?" He began to provoke her. She nodded.

"I love it." The confession slipped past her lips. She opened her eyes, gazing into Harry's. "Again, please."

"Yeah? Want me to call you angel?" He asked, the rhetoric question earning some groans from Y/N's side. "You know why I call you angel, baby?"

"Why?" Her voice was soft, breath hitching as she began bouncing on Harry's cock more now that he had slowed his pace.

"Because the first time I saw you I thought I was dreaming." Harry said, holding onto her waist. Y/N let out a small moan. "You have this radiation about you, angel. You light up every room you’re in."

"Fuck..." Y/N cursed under her breath. "I can't— I need more, please, please..."

Harry groaned at the sheer desperation in her voice, pulling out to switch positions and laying Y/N on her back. When he entered her again, he didn't waste much time before pounding into her.

"Needed this angel? Needed me so bad, huh?" He asked, watching Y/N's eyes roll back as she tried to hold onto anything she could in order not to fall off the couch.

"Harry— oh my god!" She cried out helplessly, clawing onto his chest and arms. She wrapped her legs around Harry's torso, and he leaned forward to go even deeper, his cross chain dangling above her mouth.

Harry about lost it when she took the chain between her teeth and used it to pull him closer before putting her lips on his. All the sounds that left their mouths entered each other, their pleasure flowing between bodies like a steady wave.

Harry wasn't surprised that Y/N stopped kissing him, having felt her clench around his hard cock. She couldn't even get a word out, but Harry knew enough.

"C'mon angel, come for me." He growled, beginning to chase his own high as Y/N came around him.

Harry's orgasm followed not long after, and he was quick to pull out, his seed coating her lower stomach. Both were breathing heavily, not really speaking to each other as they came down from their highs. After a minute or two, Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on Y/N's forehead before getting up from the couch.

Y/N was too dazed to say anything about it, but she didn't have to wait long before Harry returned with paper towels to clean up the mess he made. He praised her casually as he wiped her stomach clean.

When he was done, he pulled her to sit up straight on the couch and got a glass of water for the both of them. Again, Y/N could only nod. He sat back down, handing one of the glasses to the girl next to him and watched her take some big sips before grabbing the glasses again and putting it back on the table. He was shocked when Y/N suddenly spoke up.

"I think I'm gonna quit my job." She said, staring at the wall in front of her. Harry put down his drink as well, re-positioning himself on the couch so he was sitting towards her.

"Y/N..." He was speechless. Seeing the look on her face, hearing those words come out of her mouth, it hurt him to see her like that. She finally turned to look at him.

"I can't... I can't be in the same space as him." She looked down at her fiddling hands, and Harry spotted the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm just so afraid all the time."

Fuck.

He didn't know how much quicker he could've pulled her into a hug. Y/N didn't particularly hug him back, but she rested her head on his shoulder as she accepted his embrace.

"I'm sorry." Y/N mumbled, barely cohesive as her words were muffled by Harry's shoulder. He pulled away from the hug. "I didn't meant to ruin the vibe."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He reminded her, wiping a tear away from her cheek. "I'm glad you felt safe enough to tell me."

Y/N sighed. "It's gonna be hard as shit to find a new job here, though."

It was so incredibly unfair that Y/N had to be the one to switch jobs. Harry's jaw clenched. "Are you sure you don't want to talk to HR? They might be able to do something."

Y/N shook her head. "I don't have proof."

"Sexual harassment isn't about proof. If someone makes you uncomfortable, whether they intend to or not, that is sexual harassment." Harry said. He had a zero tolerance policy at the gym, and unfortunately had a sexual harassment situation once at work when a personal trainer kept making inappropriate comments towards one of the cleaners. He was very thankful that the woman felt safe enough to inform him, and he hated that Y/N didn't have that.

"It's complicated. I went on a date with him, that doesn't make me look very good." She replied. The look in her eyes was hopeless, and it scared him that this situation had been draining her so much.

"I still think you should consider it." Harry insisted anyway, hoping she would keep the option in the back of her mind at the very least.

Y/N shrugged. "I'll see."

The silence loomed over the both of them, and Harry didn't know what to do. He wanted to comfort her, tell her all the right things she wanted to hear. But he wasn't sure what she did or didn't want to hear.

Instead, Harry leaned forward, his hand cupping her jaw. Her eyes fluttered closed, head tilting towards his hand. In turn, his stomach fluttered.

"You're going to be okay, no matter what." He assured her. Sure, he didn't know what she was going to do or how everything was going to turn out, but he felt very strongly that things would be fine.

"Thank you." Y/N whispered sweetly, her eyes still closed.

Harry smiled. She looked safe now.

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