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[enchantedblackrose]

Like I Love You

Jay Halstead/Plus sized Reader

Summary: Jay arrives at your apartment to pick you up for a date, but you're filled with self doubt.

¡Warnings! This potentially could be triggering. Poor body image, possible body dysmorphia, specific mentions of feelings of not being enough because of physical appearance

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Loosely inspired by One Direction's Little Things

Like I Love You 

Your head throbs as hot tears of frustration continue to fall from your eyes. 

It was absolutely ridiculous to be this upset trying to pick out a decent outfit. After all, you've been successfully dressing yourself since age three.

But you don't have the mindset of a toddler. You're a jaded young woman with society's disgusting definition of beauty constantly shoved in your face. 

Deep down you know better. You know that the numbers on the scale give no indication of your beauty nor do they dictate your worth.

Sighing and trying to remind yourself that you are pretty, you again glance in the full length mirror. Standing there in nothing more than a top and underwear, fresh tears immediately fill your eyes. You only see flaws. Resisting the urge to poke at the cellulite near your thighs, you focus on your shirt. But the sleeves are cutting into your arms making them look weird. No, not weird. Fat. The too tight sleeves cause your arms to bulge. And the material clings to your soft tummy. You pinch the excess belly fat between your thumbs and index fingers, wishing you could squeeze it away.

You feel so ugly and gross. Angrily you pull the shirt off and throw it clear across your bedroom, where it joins a pair of jeans you couldn't breathe in and numerous other offending articles of clothing. None of which you look good in either.

You find an oversize t-shirt and slip it on before you just collapse on that very spot of plush carpeting.

Tears still roll down your face. All you wanted was something cute to wear. To be pretty. And go out with your boyfriend for a date night. He's a detective for the Chicago police department. The hours are already long and sometimes abnormal, but this week he, and the rest of the special unit he's a part of,  were logging extra hours on a particular difficult case. You haven't seen much of each other recently so you were especially giddy when you received his text earlier in the day saying there had been a break in the case which meant he could swing by your place and take you out on a proper date. Your reply had been almost immediate, telling him how wonderful that sounded.

You were surprised to hear from him again, still promising to take you out, but proposing you both meet up with his coworkers after dinner for some drinks. He included "begging" and "puppy dog eyes" in the message. 

Though you wanted to, you couldn't exactly say no for several reasons. You had already agreed to the date, so he knew you were free. Part of you suspected that he had done it on purpose. You'd accuse your favorite detective of entrapment later. 

You also were fully aware how much Jay wanted to introduce you to the coworkers he considered friends, having been invited to go out with them several times before. You kept putting it off.

Not because you had no interest in meeting everyone. Rather, the idea fed your worst insecurities.

What if they don't think I'm good enough? They're going to wonder what he sees in me. Then Jay will start wondering too. 

Wanting to do this solely for Jay's benefit, believing he deserved this after the hellish week at work, you went to your bedroom to plan your outfit. That's how you ended up in this nightmare. You only want to look your best, like you belong with Jay.

Nothing in your closet said that though. The truth of the matter was no one like him should be with someone who looks like you.

Cries turn to sobs. You draw your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly.

You hear the door to your apartment unlock, Jay using his copy of your key to let himself in. Hastily, you wipe at your face, not wanting him to see you like this; yet you can't find the will to stand. A loud, nasally sniff escapes you.

"Babe?" His still unaware voice calls out from the hallway. "I got us reservations." You don't answer back right away and you hear his footsteps approach. 

Having found you, he stops in the doorway. "Whoa. What kind of nuclear clothing explosion happened here?" He indicates to the mounds of clothes which surround you and cover the better part of the carpet and bed. His laughter dies as soon as he sees your tear-streaked, puffy face. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" his worry evident in both his voice and light eyes. He looks you up and down, frantically searching for any sign of what has you like this.

You mumble incoherently.

"What?"

"I don't have anything to wear."

"The floor begs to differ," he teases. You glare back, in no mood for jokes no matter how well intended. He holds up his hands signaling he meant no harm before he pulls you to your feet. "What's going on?" You huff a heavy sigh in reply. His hand caresses your cheek and softly "hmms?" at you encouragingly.

"Nothing fits right," you confess. He hesitates unsure how to respond, so you continue. "I look extra fat in everything."

Jay frowns. "I doubt that very much. You always look good. I love how you look dolled up when we go out and I love when you're in an old tee and sweats."

"That's nice of you to say-"

"Well I didn't say it to be nice. I said it because it's true," he cuts you off.

You give a tiny, weak smile. "I hate how I look." Your voice cracks. New tears sting your eyes.

He brushes the few teardrops that manage to escape with his thumb. "Baby, what are you talking about? You're beautiful." His voice is soft with a hint of sadness hearing you talk this way.

"This is not beautiful." You pat your flabby stomach, then your thighs. 

Carefully stepping to avoid the clothes which litter the floor, Jay makes his way to your bed and sits on the edge, still mindful of the garments piled there as well. He opens his arms, indicating for you to sit on his lap.

"My huge ass will probably crush you," you mutter.

"Baby-"

 

Exasperated you throw your arms up, "I look nothing like you!"

"Well I'm a guy and you're not so…"

"Stop. I mean you look like a freaking model. That face and those abs for days." You catch him looking smug, no doubt a witty remark is at his lips, but one glance at you and he leaves it unsaid. You continue. Your voice hushed, "I'm afraid of what people might think or say when they see us together. It's why I've been so reluctant to meet your friends."

His eyes sadden. He reaches for you, gently pulling you to his lap. When he speaks, his voice is soft, but stern, almost begging you to believe his words. "I'm sorry you feel that way. I honestly had no idea, but listen to me, please. The only people who get a say about our relationship are in this room right now, okay? So our opinions are the only ones that matter. You. Are. Beautiful." He pauses only to shush you when he sees your mouth open. "The way your mind works fascinates me. Your sense of humor is amazing. You continuously show compassion for others, which in this world is not always easy. I swear your goodness is innate. Your laugh is intoxicating. When you smile...I wish you could see how your face lights up and your body turns me on exactly how it is. I have never been attracted to anyone as much as I am to you. I love you."

Jay's words move you, but they're not enough to silence your insecurities. "Even though I don't have a thigh gap?"

His brows furrow. "I...don't know what that means."

"It means my thighs touch each other. They're not supposed to."

"Says who?"

"...society."

"Society's ugly, not you or your thighs." His fingers trace nondescript patterns on the bare skin in question. "Besides, thick thighs save lives."

"Jay!" You laugh despite yourself. He smiles in return and presses his lips to your temple.

"I love you too. You know that, right?" You ask, realizing you hadn't said it back and he nods. A hand intertwines with his as you look in his eyes, "I'm sorry I'm such a mess."

"You're not. We all have insecurities or things we don't like about ourselves. I just wish you weren't so hard on yourself. I'm sorry too if you felt I was putting pressure on you to meet everyone."

"Not at all," you shake your head. "That's just me being me."

"Still, if my friends have a problem with us being together for any reason, they're not the people I think they are. Truly though, they'd love you. Hell, if we didn't show up together I could see one of them hitting on you," Jay pauses if imagining it.  "But seriously. They'd adore you. First, because they're going to see firsthand how good you are for me. Then because you're you. Funny, smart-"

"But I want to be pretty, Jay. And look like we belong together."

Jay sighs, but not out of frustration with you. He's only concerned."You are. And we do. I know nothing I say is going to magically change how you see yourself...I get that. You have to be the one to work this out. I really wish you could see yourself through my eyes and love yourself like I love you. Maybe then you'd understand you're so worthy of self-love. I promise, I'm right here and I'm going to keep reminding you how beautiful you are in hopes you'll start to see it."

Your hand caresses his cheek as you fight the urge to cry again. He leans into your touch. "You do help," you tell him because it's true and to reassure him. "I'm so lucky to have you. I'm really going to try to not be so down on myself. Besides. I  really don't want to ruin any more of our nights."

He waves you off. "A night trying to get you to see your beauty is not ruined. And the night's still young. We'll do whatever you're up for. Go out for a bit. Stay in and order food. Whatever."

A small smile appears on your face. You quickly peck his lips with yours. "I just want to wash my face before we do anything." Jay nods. You slide off his lap and head to your bathroom across the hall.

The light flickers for a second as soon as you hit the switch. You go to the sink, turning the water on and letting it run to get to the perfect temperature. Standing there, you glance into the vanity mirror. Your face is still slightly puffy with a few soft pink splotches across your cheeks from all your crying. You splash the water on your face and repeat the action several more times before using a fluffy towel to pat dry your face. You stare back into the mirror. And smile. It reaches your eyes and illuminates your face. You reach a realization. However fleeting or permanent, you don't know. But right now in this moment, you feel it. 

You're pretty.

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[orbitariums]

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟏𝟓)

part 14

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warnings: age gap, smut

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

        You practically ran up to the edge of the cliff, only slowing down partially because Steve was yelling at you from behind. You couldn’t help it though, you were obsessed with the scenery already, and being able to see it from this point of view was probably the best part of hiking for you every time. You hadn’t gone for a while, not since you’d been home in Cali, and Steve surprised you this morning by telling you to get into some comfortable clothes you could easily move in. Half your wardrobe was that since you were always outside, so the request was easy to fill. You honestly hadn’t even been expecting it when Steve drove all the way to this beautiful woodsy hiking location upstate. 

      It was quiet, and there weren’t many other hikers on the trail, so it felt like you were alone together. You talked amongst yourselves, the low chatter of your voices complimenting the sounds of various birds flitting by and the crunch of the dirt and grass beneath your sneakers. 

       You walked at a slow pace, taking it all in. Your time with Steve was coming to a close, and you found yourself wanting to take more and more time to remember each and every single moment as clearly as you could. In your mind, you documented the warm, comforting breeze of the ever present summer on your skin, the low, rich timbre of Steve’s voice. You noted each and every bird sound you heard, promising to come back someday and bird watch at this very same location. Most of all, you made sure to sink into the warmth of Steve’s body bristling against yours every once in a while when you got closer on a narrow part of the path. You were committed to being in the moment and being mindful. 

      “Slow down, slow down!” Steve called from behind, and you just glanced at him over your shoulder with a well intentioned laugh, then looked back at the sky ahead of you.

You raised your hands up in the air, stretching your palms up to the sky and hooted, cheering about nothing in particular. Every smile, every laugh, every moment you tilted your face up to the vast, azur blue sky and let the sun beam down on your face, was genuine and triumphant. 

     “It’s fucking beautiful out here, Steve!” you exclaimed, puffing your chest out like you were trying to enclose the crisp, balmy air in your heart. 

You were practically hysterical. You belonged in spaces like these, outside where you could share your thoughts with the trees or the water, or not think at all. You always felt your best when you were at the beach or on a hiking trail with your friends, finally able to let go of life’s vice grip on you. You were so much happier these days, in a constant state of healing, and the results were truly showing out. 

      “I’m glad you like it,” Steve chuckled at your excitement, kicking at the dirt beneath his feet. 

      “Come on, babe,” you beckoned him over, wanting him to bask in this moment with you. 

He trudged over, and when he was close enough to reach out to, you lugged him over as much as you could. Although he was like a stone, his eyes still widened with worry when you nearly toppled over carelessly, despite the fact that you were on the ledge of a cliff. 

      “Slow down, doll, you’re gonna kill us both,” Steve huffed out a dry laugh, still smiling all the while. 

You smiled smugly, glancing over at him with big doll eyes,

      “You’d save me, though, I know you can.”

Steve just pulled you under his armpit, keeping you close. In the odd chance that you did fall in this moment, you’d probably be smiling all the way down, forgetting the agony that would be sure to come, all because you were with him. Maybe it was just the fresh air making you a little delusional, but you’d let yourself be delusional just for a moment. 

      “Let’s make sure no saving will be necessary, hmm?” Steve hummed, and you grinned, nuzzling your face up into his neck. 

      “Fair enough,” you sighed with a restless smile. “Seriously, thank you for taking me out here. It’s beautiful.”

Beautiful was an understatement. It was funny, you spent so much time outside but you couldn’t ever describe how much nature touched you. You didn’t have the words to describe the way the lush trees at the bottom seemed to sway with the wind, or the way the animals swooped from treetops and went along their merry ways, all while cohabitating peacefully, or the way the landscape looked from all the way up here. 

        Steve just pulled you closer, and you stood there in complete silence and stillness for a while, just watching as the sky drifted above you. Steve was glad you were the happiest he’d seen you, it seemed as though even though your days together were coming to a close, you were growing happier by the minute. You didn’t think your goodbye would be teary-eyed, because after this wonderful experience, you knew you’d both be sure to see each other again. You weren’t at all in the same place in your lives, that was for sure. You were just getting out of college and making a real life for yourself, meanwhile Steve was out saving the world and doing things you could only dream of doing. You weren’t comparing the two, but it was simply the truth. Neither of you were in the same place, but being here together now made you feel more united than ever. If it took a while to come to a place where you could always be together, then so be it. Right now, you’d just enjoy this moment while it lasted, without haste to plan for the future, because you both had full faith that things would work out. 

      “It’s funny, this is my first time going hiking. Like, on purpose. I’ve trekked through Sokovia and I’ve had to find my way out of multiple jungles and mazes before they blew up, but I’ve never just enjoyed it like this. On purpose,” Steve said after a while, and you grinned up at him, pleased that you were giving him more and more options to expand his personal hobbies and live outside of his work. 

      “I get the feeling that even though you’ve seen everything… there’s a lot you haven’t seen,” you noted, and Steve nodded. 

That was exactly what he was trying to say. He’d done more than most people could ever dream of doing, he’d escaped danger in the nick of time a thousand times over, he’d saved lives, and yet, all the while, he hadn’t really lived himself. He learned a lot from his job and from the team he felt so grateful to be around on a regular basis, but amidst all the chaos of his daily routine, he’d forgotten to live. Sure, he had movie nights with his team and sometimes went out to eat with them, but there was so much more than that. So much that he hadn’t seen yet. You were showing him that there was, and he was showing you that there was space to trust and love. You shared a mutual core, full of life lessons and valuable exchanges. 

     “Yeah. Exactly that.”

You squeezed his hip as you started to turn around, facing away from the edge of the cliff and back to the trail, which you were almost finished hiking. 

     “Come on. Let’s go get something to eat.”

| | | 

Steve was leaning against the arch of the open bathroom door, his head cocked in intrigue and admiration as he watched you do your makeup. You were finishing up, putting clear lip gloss on over the brown lip liner you’d used, a classic, 90s combo. You were gazing into the mirror, hardly acknowledging his presence for the purpose of perfecting your look, meanwhile, Steve was enthralled by you, despite the silence. You were also wearing a wine-colored minidress that clung to every inch and curve of your body, accentuating your best assets, which didn’t help with Steve’s staring problem at the moment. 

You had your elbows resting on either side of the sink and you were leaning in, smoothing your lips together and puckering them the very minute you finished, adjusting your position in front of the mirror to get a better look at yourself. Finally, you paid Steve some attention, and glanced over at him.

      “You ready?” you asked nonchalantly. 

      “The question is, are you?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes playfully in response.

      “You should be used to this by now, you know,” you sang, and Steve grinned, wrapping an arm around your bare shoulders as you came close. 

      “I know, I know. I kind of live for it, it’s so fun watching you do your makeup.”

      “Want me to try doing yours someday?” you quipped excitedly.

      “I’m not against it,” Steve chuckled.

Tonight you were going to a fancy restaurant for dinner, like, fancy fancy. The kind of fancy that even Steve wasn’t accustomed to. Steve had money, but he wasn’t a very sophisticated guy, he preferred to be more casual. You on the other hand, would probably fit right in. Your regal energy and poised way of carrying yourself made it that much easier. But, you were still fresh out of college, and you weren’t a rich girl by any means. So of course you got excited when you got to get all dolled up to do something very nice. 

You and Steve sat at a table near the back, the restaurant lighting dim and dark, a candle flickering between the two of you as the sun set outside. You toyed with the rim of your wine glass, taking careful sips so you didn’t mess your lip gloss up. To Steve’s lament, you would only let him kiss you on the cheek, because you didn’t want to ruin your finely crafted lip gloss. 

As nice as it all was, both you and Steve couldn’t help but be reminded of the fact that you’d be leaving soon, and that your days together were coming to a close. You were both levelheaded enough not to get too sad about the fact, but it was admittedly bittersweet. But you decided you’d at least make light of it, and smiled smugly at Steve,

      “What are you gonna do when I’m gone, lover boy?”

Steve glanced up at you, that charming smile teasing his lips as his blue eyes gazed into yours. 

      “Miss you.”

You tilted your head to the side as if you were challenging him,

     “You gonna call me every night?”

     “Whenever possible,” Steve replied warmly, and you continued,

     “Gonna send me flowers still?”

     “Of course,” Steve affirmed. 

You giggled to yourself, thinking of your last question,

     “Are you gonna watch my cam show?”

Steve laughed, shaking his head,

     “Who would I be if I didn’t support my girl?”

You grinned fully, reaching over to squeeze Steve’s cheek, 

     “You’re so precious.”

     “Uh,” Steve cleared his throat. “I actually wanted to ask you something.”

     “Yeah?” you furrowed your brows, interested in what he had to say. 

He seemed nervous, wringing his hands together slightly before placing them on his lap and under the table so you wouldn’t worry about him. He had been thinking about this for a while now, and he’d already talked to you about it, but even after the discussion you had, he’d still been grappling with whether or not he should go through with this. He didn’t want it to feel like he was moving too fast or putting undue pressure on you, because he knew how important it was for you to live in the moment. Because of you he found himself questioning a lot of what he thought was true or moral. You had a good head screwed on your shoulders and you were still much more relaxed than Steve, not as focused on tradition or expectations. But he still found himself wanting to settle things down officially with you. 

     Looking into your caring eyes, he knew he wasn’t making a mistake, that despite all the trials and tribulations of your relationship together in the past, he’d regret it if he never got to know you. He could’ve never imagined being in this position, but by the look in your eyes, which were glittering and shining with pure, contagious joy whenever you saw him, he knew this wasn’t something he wanted to miss out on. He was about to forget himself and sink into how beautiful you were, as if he didn’t have other things at hand, but he remembered himself at the perfect time. 

     “I-I’m not always so great with words, so bear with me,” Steve started. 

     “Steve,” you giggled cheerily. “Spit it out babe, it’s okay.”

Your reassurance seemed to resurrect him and he chuckled, shaking his head and rubbing his temples. Then he looked up again, taking your hand and gazing into your eyes, never ceasing eye contact. 

     “YN. I really like you, alright? And this is something so new and so odd for the both of us. I mean, I don’t know anyone who’s had what we have and I know a lot of weird people - not that this is weird, but-”

You chuckled, scoffing,

     “Well it’s definitely not normal.”

You reached across the table, squeezing Steve’s hand. He grinned, chuckling back and nodded, continuing,

     “Yeah. Definitely. And, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About labels and what we talked about, and I know you’re not looking to rush into anything too soon because of how you’ve been treated in the past but…” here, Steve almost got emotional, thinking of how special you were to him, unable to believe that you’d been treated so poorly in the past— all he wanted was to show you just how you made him feel. “But I just want to treat you right, and make you happy because well, you make me happy. And it’s… it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way. And I’m sure that for you and me both, these feelings are rare. And I can treat you the same regardless of whether or not we put a label on it, but, selfishly I want you, fully… all to myself. So, let’s make it official. Will you be my girlfriend, YN?”

     Few moments felt as good as this one, and you’d remember this moment for years to come. Few questions rung so pleasant to your ears. And when you heard those words leave Steve’s lips, you knew you had never been more certain that you wanted to be with someone. All relationships started out in the honeymoon phase, but when it came to Steve, you didn’t feel like things would change drastically after this phase. And sure, you were just meeting, in real life, that is. In reality, you had known Steve for a few months, and you’d been getting closer for a long time now. So, you probably would’ve said yes to Steve even if he asked you on the second day you were together. 

     But your respect for Steve rose way up because he’d actually taken his time, had a conversation with you about it, and made up his mind. The fact that he had put all this thought into it was a testament to Steve’s character, which made you giggle because despite his stoic demeanor he was kind of a nervous wreck, and the strength of the connection you had. But you didn’t even have time to think about how wonderful this all was. All you knew was that you wanted to say yes. 

      “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend,” you bit down on your lip, just barely restraining a cheeky smile before you leaned in and kissed him again. The kiss was sweet, interrupted by laughter and your smiles against each others’ lips. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.”

You kissed him again and again, you kissed him so much that you barely had any lip gloss on when you managed to stop yourself to catch breath. When you pulled away, Steve had this kind of awestruck look on his face, his lips wet with your lip gloss, wanting more of your lips like you hadn’t just given him your all.

You snickered at the sight of his glossy lips, almost arrogantly noting, 

     “It’s a good look on you. My lip gloss.”

Steve grinned sheepishly, looking down at the table, relieved. He didn’t really have any reason to be worried, that was just in his nature. His heart had never felt so warm, he’d never felt so satisfied. You’d always been his, but now he had you, truly and officially. 

      “Were you nervous to ask me this?” you asked, still holding his hand from across the table.

Steve breathed out a laugh,

      “God, yeah. I was just hoping you wouldn’t feel pressured. I know how important your mental health journey has been for you, I didn’t want to make it feel like we have to put a label on anything before you’re ready—”

     “Steve, if I weren’t ready to be your girlfriend, I probably would’ve stayed my ass at home in Cali,” you chortled, making him blush, because he sort of knew he was overthinking it. “But really though, I wouldn’t be upset even if you didn’t ask me. What we have sort of obliterates the whole boyfriend and girlfriend niche, yeah? It’s kinda like… next level, don’t you think? I mean, how many people can say they’re in our situation? Like, this exact situation. This is like, long distance relationships made epic.”

     “Good point,” Steve nodded, agreeing— what you had was probably eons more powerful than the typical “boyfriend and girlfriend” situation.

     “It’s just, kind of a plus, you know?” you cocked your head to the side, shrugging. A mischievous, contagious smile spread to your lips. “I get to call myself Captain America’s girlfriend. Bitches write fanfiction about that.”

What? How could anyone blame you for getting cocky about who your official boyfriend was? You didn’t care for competition, but you’d selfishly admit that it was an ego booster to know that you had a man like him all to yourself, and that he wanted you all for him. 

     “You think you’re the lucky one, look at me. I got you,” Steve’s eyes slowly scanned your face, meeting your eyes again with a wistful smile.

     “My girlfriend, YN,” he said out loud. He just wanted to try it out, and it sounded so right to the both of you. 

     “I like that,” you cooed.

     “Me too,” Steve kissed your nose. “Oh, I almost forgot.”

He dug out a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to you, watching you unravel it. 

     “Just a little something I drew, meant to give it to you as part of this whole ‘making it official’ ordeal,” he put quotes in the air. “A little gift.”

     “Steve,” you pouted. “You’re way too nice to me.”

     “Well, you’re my girl. I can’t be mean, can I?” Steve’s lip quirked up in a quizzical smile.

     “Mm-mm,” you shook your head. “Not unless I tell you to.”

Steve couldn’t even decipher what you meant by that fast enough because you had squealed, your mouth flinging to your hand. 

     “Steve, Steve, holy shit. Is this what I think it is?” you sat up, alert, facing him. 

     “Just a little sketch, it’s not the best but I can—”

     “Steve, shut up! You’re literally fuckin’ amazing, are you kidding me? This is… amazing.”

What it was was a drawing. Not just of anything, but of a logo he’d created for you. Specifically, what would soon be the logo for your online clothing brand. It had only just kicked off the ground and you were hopeful for its future. So Steve drawing something like this, no matter how average he thought it was or how little time it took him was something so heartfelt to you. This was something you’d hold on to even more than the flowers, even more than the hotel rooms and private jets, even more than the fancy five star restaurant dinners. 

Because if there was anything Steve was proving to you time and time again, it was that he was the right one for you. You wanted to be with someone who would encourage your dreams, give you that push, and acknowledge that you had your own life outside of your relationship. And even though it was something minor at the forefront, when you really got down to it it was something so personal.

     “Ahh, I haven’t really drawn for real in quite some time, I just wanted you to have that. You can use it, for your clothing brand if you want,” Steve shrugged, all bashful like usual. 

     “If I want? I’m literally gonna flaunt this everywhere. Hello, my boyfriend made it? No one will know, but I will, and that’s what matters.” You leaned in, kissing his lips and folding the paper again so you could put it in your pocket. “Thank you, baby. For… literally everything. Thank you.”

     “Thank you.”

     “Steve, take the thanks. You deserve it. Thank you.”

Steve grinned lazily,

      “You’re welcome.”

You just gazed at him, your eyes inadvertently glazing over with tears. You were really sitting in front of the man of your dreams, and this time around you had no doubts about it. The old you would’ve been so resistant to love again. Steve made loving again so easy for you. And you couldn’t forget how you’d pushed yourself to love yourself again, because that made things like this a whole lot easier. But, rather than turn this into another mushy moment, your feelings were so overwhelming that you were feeling things everywhere. Everywhere. And who were you to prohibit your primal needs?

You stood up suddenly, brushing your hands against your dress, which once again caught Steve’s attention as you stood up. His eyes were already raking over you by the time you approached him on his side of the table, outstretching a hand to him, saying nothing until he took it and stood up beside you. 

      “Come on,” was all you uttered, glancing back at him only once as you led him further to the back of the restaurant, casually navigating your way to the restroom, unconcerned with anything in the moment that didn’t have to do with him. 

      “Where are we—” you swung the restroom door open and dragged him inside, locking it with finesse, “going…”

      Without responding, you furiously pressed your lips against Steve’s, pushing up against him and getting him hard in an instant. Your palms smushed into his cheeks and you moaned into his mouth, delirious with the need for him. Steve was shocked, but not at all against it, he had just never seen you act so impulsively before. And the same could be said for him— once you put your soft lips against his, all common sense seemed to dissipate from his mind. He was just as into it, his hands grazing all around your body like he was looking for something and you were the only way he could find it, squeezing every part of you he could squeeze through this dress. He rocked his hips into you, grunting into your lips as he felt his cock throb against the fabric separating the two of you. 

He pulled away, panting, his forehead creased in concentration as he cursed under his breath.

      “Fuck. Turn around baby,” he spun you around so you were facing the mirror and your body was up against the sink before you even had the chance to move yourself. 

      You gasped when you felt cool air against your ass before you even expected it, and you moaned instinctively. Steve left love marks on your ass, gentle and kind, before he made his way to your pussy, on his knees and standing behind you leaned your body against the bathroom sink. You were lucky this was a fancy bathroom that neither of you minded getting down and dirty in— the mirrors had golden frames and the counter was sparkling clean, made out of marble just like the floor which Steve was kneeling on. He inched his face closer to your center and licked a fat strip up your pussy, causing you to moan out carelessly. 

He focused on tasting you, closing his eyes and truly enjoying the moment. All that could be heard aside from the movement outside of the restroom were your moans and the sound of his tongue fucking deep into your wet pussy, slick, filthy noises coming from your heat. 

     “You taste so good, baby,” he moaned against your pussy, his words sending a shock through your body, making you squeeze around his tongue. 

You were panting now, your moans short and high pitched, glancing back at him every now and then, then back at your fucked out face in the mirror. You arched your back when he hit a certain spot, twirling his tongue around inside you and kneading your ass with his hands. 

     “Oh,” you cried out, reaching out behind you and grabbing tufts of his hair, pushing his head and face deeper into your pussy and keeping it there with a strong hold. Steve’s moans were muffled, he was overwhelmed by your sweet scent and the way you were forcing his face down. He only pulled away when he felt your pussy start to pulsate around his tongue, leaving you to whine in dissatisfaction while he stood directly behind you, pressing himself against your ass. 

      “Steve,” you complained, pouting at him.

      “I know, I know. I just— I have to fuck you, is that okay, doll? Can I fuck you?” he practically cooed into your ear from behind, lips tickling against the nape of your neck, then sneaking around to press chaste kisses on your cheek. 

You bit down on your lip and nodded vigorously, humming in approval,

       “Mm hm.”

       “Good girl,” he praised you, making you throb around nothing while he pulled his pants down, his dick springing out of his boxers, and steadied himself at your entrance, kissing all against your neck in the process and leaving love bites that made you yelp out. He grinned against you, whispering in your ear as he trailed his hand along the front of your dress, tugging down so your boobs nearly fell out of the dress.

      “You look so pretty tonight, baby. Look at you,” Steve nodded at the mirror in front of you and you whined, trying to buck your hips back into him because you just wanted him inside of you. “Fucking hell. Wearing that dress… your makeup looks perfect.”

He cupped your face, admiring it from behind in the mirror for a second, then he continued, 

      “My girl.”

He finally slid into you, his cock already throbbing inside of you. You cried out and gasped at the feeling of being stretched out just the way you liked, by the only man you wanted.

     “Fuck, Steve!” you moaned his name loudly, immediately starting to rock your ass back into his hips, feeling him all the way inside of you, spreading you out each time you took him completely. 

You grabbed at his arm from behind you, his hands steadying on your waist and pushing your ass back down onto him so you could take him all the way each time. You panted, feeling like you were being seared open by his thick cock in the best way imaginable. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you took notice of how fucked out you looked, the force of Steve’s thrusts making your body bump against the sink, your mouth was open in an o-shape, your vision blurred because of how often your eyes kept rolling back into your head. Steve was focused on his cock disappearing in and out of you, his eyes on your ass, bringing down a broad hand to your ass and grasping your flesh in his hands. 

       “Steve,” you gasped, looking back at him. You took some time to catch your breath, Steve glancing up at you momentarily. “R-remember when I said you can’t be mean unless I tell you to?”

      “Yeah,” he nodded, his hand coming up to stroke the small of your back, just wanting to feel your smooth skin. 

      “Be mean to me, baby,” you pleaded, giving him those eyes that set him off every time. 

That was all it took for Steve to start slamming into you shamelessly, wrecking your pussy each time he pounded into you. He grasped onto your arms suddenly, holding them behind your back with one hand while the other lay to rest just above your ass. You cried out at the painful, pleasing sensation of Steve absolutely pounding you, and he chuckled deviously,

     “Shh, doll. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you screaming for me. Or would you?”

Pursing your lips forcefully to keep from making any noise, you shook your head strongly, but you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped from the back of your throat when he hit your g-spot. Steve shook his head, looking up at himself in the mirror, 

      “Mm-mm, wouldn’t want that.”

Trying desperately to keep quiet, you strained your neck to try and look back at him and what he was doing. But he shook his head, leaning down to grab your face and force your head the other way.

      “Don’t look at me,” he commanded, his voice dark and deep. “Look at yourself.”

You looked up, orgasmic tears forming in your eyes as you did so, catching sight of yourself in the mirror getting fucked to the heavens, arms stretched behind your back, breasts bouncing each time Steve fucked into you. The look on Steve’s face was beyond you— he was almost sneering at the sight of the two of you in the mirror, the smug look on his face intensifying each time you had to stifle a moan or stop yourself from screaming his name. You’d never seen him like this before, and you were so glad you’d pulled it out of him in the little amount of time you had left together. 

      “Fuck,” Steve groaned when you felt you squeeze around him, his voice becoming breathier and lower, almost accusatory of your pleasure, “you like this, don’t you?”

You whimpered in response, nodding your head violently, and Steve grunted, slamming his hips up into you and bringing a hand down to play with your clit as if praising your response. His own voice became more and more unhinged, his thrusts growing sloppier and less focused, his eyes zeroing in on your expression in the mirror, 

       “You love getting fucked like this, don’t you? Wh-where anyone could hear… f-fuck, doll, I can feel you squeezing my fu… fucking cock. Come for me, YN.”

That was all it took, an ear splitting moan falling from your lips as you practically convulsed, coming on Steve’s cock, not bothering to stop rocking your hips back. Soon after you came, Steve’s dirty talk became nothing more than unintelligible blabbering, and he came hard inside of you. Breathing deeply, he slid lazily in and out of you just a few more times, fucking all his cum back into you. He pulled out, and you fell against the sink with a sigh. You both cleaned up, and Steve smiled at you before you both left the restroom.

       “Thank you,” you said stupidly, still delirious from how hard he’d fucked you.

Steve chuckled, shaking his head playfully and putting an arm around you to stabilize you, 

        “No problem. Come on, let’s pay and get you home.”

That night, you slept better than ever, your boyfriend Steve holding you in his arms. 

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     Once you woke up the next day, Steve decided to take you to this nice brunch place, flipping on his hat and glasses since it was a little crowded, but not anything too worrisome. Besides, you had made it this far without Steve being recognized, and you realized that in New York, nobody was really paying attention to anyone. 

       Last night had been fantastic, in so many ways. You and Steve had made it far enough to actually become official, to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. And although you knew the distance between you would be hard to deal with at times, you knew Steve would find a way to make it work. He never had you second guessing or doubting important decisions, because you knew that out of anyone you’d ever been romantically involved with, he had his shit together the most. He was actually focused on treating you well, and he had all the resources and the common sense to do just that. So, the distance didn’t quite scare you, in fact, it was probably less of an issue for you two than other long distance couples. Hell, you’d made it far enough without actually meeting. 

       As per usual, Steve opened your car door, then held your hand all the way inside the restaurant. You’d eat and then go home and find some random hobby to do with each other, like board games or finally finishing the Harry Potter movies, or just staying in and cuddling the whole night. You got seated at a table in the back and talked about nothing in particular while you waited for the waiter to come around. 

    You had your hand on top of Steve’s, squeezing it absentmindedly while you scrolled through your phone, reading text messages from your friends back at home. You knew Steve wasn’t a huge fan of your phone, but it wasn’t a habit that you pulled it out while you were meant to be hanging out together. Besides, you had a whole digital life that you had to keep up with for your own sake, consisting of your cam career and your online shop. It’d be silly if you tried to disconnect completely. 

      “Hi, good to see you today, my name is Richard, I’ll be serving you today! Can I get you guys started with some drinks?” Richard asked, cupping his hands together with an expectant smile. 

    “Waters for the both of us,” Steve nodded, and you added on, glancing at the waiter quickly. 

    “Lemonade for me too, please,” you added on. 

    “Awesome, I’ll be right…” Richard the waiter trailed off and you both glanced up at him, but he had paused, staring at Steve, his face contorted in slight confusion. Steve offered him a small, almost pitying smile, and you couldn’t help but huff, humored. Richard cocked his head and tapped his pen against his notepad before shaking his head slightly, snapping out of it. “Sorry, it’s just… you look so familiar.”

You and Steve exchanged a glance, both of your eyes whipping to meet each other, before you broke away and looked back at Richard. You were both slightly unnerved by the comment. In a way, it was so nonchalant, a casual remark. But Steve wasn’t just any other guy who you’d say that to. Chances were, this guy was about to recognize just who Steve was. You almost wanted to cover for him, but you feared that doing that would make things too obvious. You’d let Steve handle this, although you could see the hint of nerves in the smile that appeared on his face as he shrugged quite convincingly,

    “I couldn’t tell you why, honestly.”

Richard chuckled, huffing,

    “It’s just, I swear I’ve seen you before, are you like— have you come here before?”

Steve just laughed, but you could sense his discomfort, and you squeezed his hand a little harder,

    “Sometimes. You might’ve seen me.”

Richard nodded with a decided hum, then shrugged,

    “Yeah, that’s probably it.”

Steve’s shoulders visibly slumped in relief, and you smiled quietly.

    “Well, I’ll be right back with those drinks,” Richard, turning around.

Once he was completely out of sight, Steve sighed heavily, leaning in to you at the table. 

    “I think we should go,” was all he said, and you frowned slightly,

    “We just got here…”

    “I know, but that guy… listen, we haven’t paid for anything. Let’s just go. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I just don’t think—”

    “Okay,” you cut him off, smiling calmly. 

    Things were going so well, you didn’t want Steve to feel like you wouldn’t listen to him when it was important. You also didn’t want him to worry too much. You could see that he was trying to refrain from sounding as nervous as he was because he didn’t want to upset you, so, out of respect, you decided you wouldn’t push him any further. This was the first time either of you had to worry that someone had noticed Steve, and although it could truly just be a fluke totally unrelated to his actual identity, neither of you wanted to take that risk. So, you just agreed with him.

Steve got up gingerly, and nodded at you to do the same. 

    “Come on,” Steve said, lacing his fingers between yours, a sense of relief rushing through you. 

    For a moment there, you feared that his anxiety might get the best of him and that he wouldn’t pay any attention to you, but he had proved you wrong. He gave your hand a squeeze as the two of you ducked out of the restaurant as nonchalantly as you could. When you were finally outside on the sidewalk, you both walked back to Steve’s car, not looking back. 

    The car ride home was silent other than the music Steve put on to distract himself from his thoughts. He truly was trying to remain stable rather than let his nerves get the best of him. He hadn’t quite let his guard down, but he also didn’t feel as if he’d be recognized. He was getting too comfortable— no, he was just doing what was right, taking you out and taking care of you. He wouldn’t let himself sink into blaming himself or anyone else. 

    You were both far past that, far from fear and holding yourselves back from what you truly wanted, which was to be together and feel like you could do that without inhibitions. You both understood the conditions under which you’d be meeting in person, and you understood that Steve needed to keep this under wraps for the sake of privacy and safety. You had grown enough not to let these conditions hinder you, you wouldn’t start now just because of a little hiccup. 

    “Steve,” came your voice, distracting him from the loop of thoughts replaying in his brain as you both walked into the apartment.

    “Hm?” he turned to face you, and you grabbed his hand gently, a small, reassuring smile on your lips. 

You led him to the living room couch and you both sat down, facing each other. 

    “Let’s talk about it, okay? You’ll feel better if you just talk to me about it instead of letting it bother you in silence,” you directed, and he took in a deep breath before sitting back and nodding understandingly. 

You wanted to at least solve the problem before it spiraled into a bigger one, and if it meant you had to sit on the couch and talk about it, then so be it. You’d rather a hard discussion than any issues.

    “It’s not that I’m paranoid, it’s just… I don’t want anything to be ruined because of me. You know, I’ve been enforcing all these rules and… I just care about our privacy and safety the most.”

    “You do know that I’d never blame you for anything, right? You do know that?” you asked him, tilting your head as you waited for him to make eye contact with you and answer you honestly.

He did eventually, nodding and cracking a small grin,

    “I know. I… I don’t want it to seem like one small thing would ruin my mood, I don’t want you to think I’m as scared as I used to be.”

    “I don’t think you are though, Stevie,” you said softly as you stroked his cheek, your long acrylic nails gently running along his skin. 

    He seemed to calm down immediately from your touch, his facial expression softening, but you could tell he was still upset with himself. You grinned to yourself. You liked being able to make Steve feel better with just a trivial touch. You knew your presence actually meant something to him, and that sentiment meant everything to you. You knew he just wanted to keep you safe, especially considering the circumstances of your relationship, but you didn’t want him getting too worked up. You could handle yourself and Steve knew that, but having him next to you in situations like this was just a plus— after all, there was a reason why the guy only approached you once he’d seen Steve had left. 

    “It’s okay, Steve. Really. I get it, it’s unexpected and worrisome. Neither of us really were prepared for that. I think you handled it amazingly. Don’t think this diminishes all the progress we made, alright?” you let your hand slip down to his, and gave it a squeeze. “Because it doesn’t. Okay?”

    “Okay,” Steve chuckled, and you could tell by the smile in his laugh that he was resigning. 

    He was truly enjoying spending time with you like a normal couple would. He wasn’t peeking over his shoulder, he was just being careful. But he knew the risks he was taking. And he knew he’d just have to roll with the punches, that he couldn’t let one moment change everything for the worse. You were practically reading Steve’s mind, because based on his reaction, you knew exactly how he felt, and you already had all the words you’d need to console him. 

    You held his hand tight, as if to remind him that he needn’t be so hard on himself or be afraid that you doubted him in any way. As if to remind him you weren’t going anywhere. He couldn’t deny that your touch made a considerable impact on his mood, as well as your presence. Just your presence seemed to radiate whatever he needed in the moment, and at that moment, it was calm. 

    “Don’t feel worried that you made the wrong decision by bringing us here today. I had the best time. This small inconvenience doesn’t fuck up the fact that I just had an amazing day with you, okay?”

Steve nodded slowly, though you could tell it took a lot for him to take the blame off himself. You weren’t sure that he was fully convinced, but at least he seemed a little less out of it.

    “I’m glad you understand, YN. But I have to take responsibility. I’m not going to become all paranoid again, but I just think it’d be best to lay low for a minute and recover. I really do want to show you everything, I just-”

    “Steve, calm down,” you tittered, shaking your head. “I don’t need to see everything. I came here to see you, not tour New York. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care. We could go out every day or we could stay in. I know you’d make the effort either way. Besides, we only have so much time left together, and I feel like you’ve shown me the entire world.”

    It was true— Steve had proven to you that he cared time and time again, whether it was through flying you out or taking you out without you having to ask. It was the little things. The way he poured just the right amount of sugar in your coffee in the morning, helped you zip up your dresses in the morning, let you blast your music in the car. He seemed to think he needed to prove himself, and you wanted to show him that he had already done that, and more.

    Steve chuckled, and you squeezed his thigh, kissing his cheek. He turned to face you, leaning in to kiss you on the lips this time. You shifted closer to him, leaning in until you were close enough to rest your palms on his cheek, climbing into his lap and deepening the kiss. Slow, passionate, and quiet, you sat there kissing each other. You kissed each other like you were trying to savor the taste of one another’s lips, like you were trying to remember it for the rest of your lives. You kissed like you were sharing secrets. 

    It was only a matter of time before you were taking off your shirt and kissing him harder, grinding against him and riding him slow on the couch in the bright daylight. You were gentle and slow, it was more like you were making love than just fucking. And by the time you were done, passed out and sweaty on the couch hours later, all your worries had been fucked away.

| | |

    Tomorrow was your last day with Steve. You’d be flying back home to California the next day, and saying goodbye. But not just yet. You had all the time in the world to say goodbye, but today you were both devoted to spending a beautiful, eventful day together. Steve had stuff planned for you, and you had stuff planned for Steve. You had mutually agreed to skip all the crying and pouting, and just be happy for the experience instead. So when you woke up that morning next to Steve, who was still asleep, you were giddy to start the day. 

    Absentmindedly, you picked up your phone on the end table beside you. It was positively buzzing with notifications, and you were a bit thrown off by the sheer amount of them. You furrowed your eyebrows as you skimmed through the notifications from the bottom to the top— you had a bunch of missed calls from your parents, more Snapchat notifications on your regular snap than ever, and a plethora of texts. 

    You wondered if something had happened, chewing slightly on your bottom lip. Was everything okay at home? Did you post something meant for your cam site on your Instagram? A hundred various circumstances fled through your mind, but none of the situations you had made up could’ve prepared you for when you opened a text from Aaliyah with a picture attached. It read:

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    - BITCH, THIS IS LITERALLY YOU!!!

[harry-styles-sunflower]

Wandering Hands Part 2

Hellooo everyone! I hope you are all having a lovely day! SO this is Part 2 of Wandering Hands. 

What it is: You and Harry become friends but you come with certain baggage that might make any other man run. 

Word count: 6.4k 

Warning: none really besides cursing? (lmk if I forgot one!) 

This part includes more info on y/n’s past, a little bit of Harry’s and also some of his pov.

Pls reblog if you like it :) Thanks in advance for the support! 

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You had just finished your 3 am morning feed of your now one-month old baby boy. He was already looking chunkier and looked milk drunk. Your husband took him as routine to burp him. You were thankful he was able to get leave just before you gave birth and be part of Sam's first few weeks of life.

"y/n?"

"hm?" you were exhausted, half asleep already.

"if anything happens to me out there, I need you to move on," you opened one eye peeking at your husband. He was staring at his son intently. "he deserves to have a father figure in his life. Someone who can teach him how to shave."

You scooched closer to him on your shared bed and put your head on his shoulder.

"Don't think like that, and if anything, I shave my legs. Couldn't be that different." you kissed his shoulder. He was always so warm.

"Not just that," he laughed lowly, "other things boys have to go through sometimes only a man understands."

"Well, it’s a good thing you're gonna keep yourself safe right?" you touched your boy’s cheek lightly and then your husband's.

"Anything could happen, and I'd want you two to be happy. Just let me get adjusted to my grave for like a year." He tried laughing to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.

"S-stop talking. My hormones are too messy right now." you said your voice shaky and you laid back down against your pillow. You felt him put Sam down back in his bassinet and hug you from behind, spooning you.

"Don't cry pumpkin, please don't" he kissed your cheek.

"Can't help it. You started it." you wiped your nose.

"I'm sorry," he kissed your cheek and shoulder, "Hey are those 4 weeks up?" you felt his smirk against your skin.

"Ugh get off," you laughed and pushed him off your shoulder to face him. He looked you in the eyes and kissed your nose.

"I'm sorry," he kissed you.

"Apology accepted." you kissed him back.

You remembered the memory as you sat in the Banzai parking lot. It's like he knew something would happen to him. You were nervous to meet Harry, even if he was just a friend now. A cute friend. You saw his car was already there. You were still in your work clothes. White satin blouse with high waisted beige dress pants and nude heels. You grabbed your purse and walked in. You saw him waiting on a chair near the entrance. He looked up from his phone and put it away when he saw you.

"Hey" he came and hugged you.

You hugged him back and breathed in his cologne while he breathed in your perfume. When you pulled apart you looked up at him. He looked a little different. His hair had gotten longer. Eyes brighter than ever, you liked his eyes already. You were forming a fat crush on him and you knew it.

"Hi,"

"You look nice," he subtly looked you up and down.

"Thanks," you laughed lightly, "they're my work clothes" you scrunched your nose.

"Beautiful either way." he put his hand on the small of your back encouraging you to walk towards your table.

"Thank you." you blushed lightly. He took your chair and pushed it in for you once you sat down.

"So how's work?" you decided to spark conversation since he was usually the one to always start one.

"It's good. Reading sci-fi manuscript. Not my usual cup of tea but this one is pretty good. How's work for you?" he said as he ate his clear soup. You stirred yours as he spoke.

"It's good. Mainly just trying to make it all enjoyable for them. Trying to think of a field trip to maybe take them on," you finished and ate your soup.

"Good teacher they have," he grinned at you.

"Thank you." you couldn't help but blush.

"So how's Sam? You mentioned he's at a friend's house?"

"Yeah, one of his close friends." you nodded. He nodded along.

"I'm sorry if this is too personal but um, does he remember your um your late husband?"

"No, he doesn’t remember his dad. He died when he was only two."

"Oh okay," you saw his face change a little, "I'm sorry I keep saying husband or Sam's dad, I just don’t remember a name or if you ever mentioned it."

You hadn't. You hadn't mentioned his name because there were times where you couldn't cry without saying it. You've literally probably only said it four times since he passed. And that was probably a lot. You were okay talking about him but saying his name was difficult.

"I haven't mentioned it. It's um hard for me to say aloud sometimes."

He nodded and put his hand over yours.

"I'm sorry for asking." he played with his lips with his other hand.

"Don't be," you played with his thumb with your thumb, "I honestly should probably talk about him more. I think I got too used not talking about him, only to Sam of course. But then again, it’s only when he asks."

He played with your hand with both of his, "Do you think it’s easier to talk about him if I ask about him? I'd love to help you."

You smiled at him, "I don't know where you came from. Why are you so interested?"

"Well um," he blushed, "when I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful and I guess your past doesn’t steer me off because um, my mum was in your position but with two kids. Not that I'm trying to be my stepdad but I'm not scared of it, and I love kids."

You were a little shocked but this revelation warmed your heart a bit.

"Michael," you squeezed his hand, "his name was Michael." you swallow the huge lump in your throat because of the fact you had to say 'was' before his name.

He smiled at you, "That was brave," you blushed and looked down. He picked your hand up and kissed it. You were getting butterflies.

"So, since I shared that.. Could I ask you something? You don't have to share."

"Sure," he gave you a grin that showcased his dimples.

"What happened to your dad? Biological one."

"Well first he left us and then he got sick and passed."

You nodded and apologized but he assured you it was fine. Your food soon came and you ate quietly. You felt okay. A little less nervous than when you first walked in. Your hands kept touching for the majority of the lunch.

"Does your family still live in England?" He nodded as he sipped his water.

"Yeah, my mum and sister are still there. My stepdad also passed away recently,"

"I'm sorry Harry" you rubbed his hand.

"It's okay," he smiled at you, "So Sam asks about him?"

"Yeah just like what were his favorites and if he did this or that." he nodded along listening.

"Your hair has gotten longer since the first time we've met." you wanted know more about him and talk about him.

"Yeah well I had just gotten a haircut that day actually and I'm thinking I want to grow my hair out a bit more."

"Very prince charming like." you smiled.

"Yeah," he chuckled.

"How old are you again?"

"30 too"

"32?"

"No," he laughed, "30 as well"

"Oh," you blushed. He was pretty perfect.

"Is it too soon to talk about the future?" your eyes widened. Seriously? Where did he come from?

"Meaning?" you swallowed some water.

"Meaning like are you dating other people? In general?" he shrugged.

"Um, well you're the first guy I've ever done this with again. The wounds were too fresh before."

"Oh okay. Well I mean, I've gone on dates before but not with multiple people at a time. Not my thing. I give one person all my attention," you nodded as he spoke, "So you're the only woman I'm talking to right now." That made you feel good or better.  

"Are you sure you're ready for this though?" you didn't look at him too much. You felt him grab your hand and squeeze it.

"I am, and if you aren't it's okay. I'm willing to wait," you subconsciously rolled your eyes and he furrowed his brows, "what was that for?"

"Wait? Harry you have a whole life. You can't wait on me." you wanted to take your hand back but he held on to it.

"I'm willing to. Believe it or not y/n but I like you. A lot. I like your personality, I like that we can talk about whatever, I like the way you talk about your son, and you're beautiful. Which is only a bonus. You've made me go on about my feelings in a restaurant, do you believe me now?" he had a small smile.

You simply nodded because you were too stunned to say anything else. The waiter came with the check and Harry put his card in the small booklet and signed whatever he had to. You were quiet as you walked out. You didn't know what to say. It wasn't every day when a gorgeous man confesses feelings for you. You checked the time and saw it was 5:00 pm. You had to pick up Sam soon.

"Thanks for lunch it was nice, we’ll talk later." you said as you walked towards your car. Your pace was a little fast. Harry caught up to you and lightly grabbed your hand.

"Are you scared?" he looked you in the eye.

"No. Yes. No. I don’t know!"

"Talk to me." he put some of your hair behind your ear.

"I like you obviously but I can't help but think about my in laws, Sam, my family, and.. I can't help but think about him.. Michael."

He pulled you in for a hug wrapping his arms around your neck while you wrapped yours around his waist. Your head against his chest.

"I think it's time you think about you. When was the last time you did that? 7 years ago? Before Sam was born?"

"More like 10… before I got married." you felt him kiss the top of your head and you nearly melted. Everything he was doing was so comforting.

"You're too young to be thinking about so many people. I think you should just worry about yourself and your son. Just because you're opening your heart to someone else doesn't mean your closing your heart to Michael's." Everything he said rang in your head like a repeated song. He was right.

"You're right." you looked up at him. He held your face in his hands and pressed his lips to your forehead. He checked the watch he was wearing and looked back at you.

"Are you okay to drive?" he studied your face.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm um much better now thank you."

"Okay good. It's 5:15, I don’t know where Justin lives but I don’t want you rushing okay?"

You nodded and admired at how he remembered everything. You felt as if you wanted to kiss him but you also didn't know. So, you settled on kissing his cheek. He blushed and you found it adorable. He made sure you were settled into your car and he watched you leave. He got in his car and ran his hand through his hair. You were so captivating to him and he wanted to spend every second spending time with you. He liked you so much. He couldn't understand why he felt like he was falling for you so hard. He drove home and went to his small office. He had to finish a manuscript that night. He worked hard for a few hours before showering. He let the water fall over him. It had been a while since he held someone the way he held you. He leaned his forehead against the cold tile. Was he really ready? He wanted a family, he knew this, but this was an instant family. He wasn’t sure if you wanted anymore kids and he didn't know Sam yet but he might want a kid of his own. He finished up his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He heard his phone go off. He walked into his room and picked it up from his bed. You had texted him and he was instantly smiling.

y/n: Thank you for lunch really. Your words meant a lot. I needed to hear some of them specifically.

H: Anytime. Would love to do it again sometime.

y/n: I think I owe you a dinner. Maybe next weekend, Friday night?

H: You don’t owe me a thing. Where would you want to do it?

y/n: My place, I'll cook.

H: Homecooked meal? I'm guessing I'm not in the waiting game?

He felt nervous after he sent that last message. You could say anything.

y/n: No waiting needed.

He did a little happy dance. A little too hard making his towel drop. He picked it up and answered you.

H: Same here. Can't wait to see you again.  

y/n: Me too.

He got dressed and laid in bed. It was still early but he wanted to just hang out texting you.

H: You got home safely?

y/n: Yeah, you?

H: Yeah, already showered and finished some work.

y/n: Lucky, I’m trying to get this stinky boy to shower. *Picture of Sam cheesing at the camera*

H: He's a really cute kid. He looks like you.

y/n: Thank you, did I mention he knows about you? He's a nosey pants and bugged me until I spilled on who Harry was.

H: And who is Harry? 👀

He bit his lip anxiously waiting for your response.

y/n: Well we had just met so I said a friend.

H: You considered me a friend?

y/n: Yeah

H: What about now?

y/n: A closer friend?

H: Fair enough. It'll change eventually.

y/n: Oh will it?

H: Mhm. Sure will. 😌

y/n: You seem confident.

H: I am.  

y/n: I'm blushing??

H: If it makes you feel better, so am I.

y/n: Lies.

H: I don't lie. Something you should know about me.

H: Well unless it's a gift or a surprise.

y/n: Okay😊

y/n: What kind of food do you like?

H: Anything, I'm not too picky.

y/n: Spanish food okay?

H: Delicious.

y/n: I also have a talent for cooking Japanese food if you prefer that? (Grew up surrounded by Japanese culture)

H: That's pretty interesting. Since we just had Banzai, I'll say Spanish food is good for me next week.

y/n: Sounds good :) I'll text you later, mom duty calls.

H: Good luck!

He got up and decided to make himself a tea and watch tv. They were playing reruns of the office. He would never say it aloud but he preferred the American version. It expanded more on the characters. It was the episode in which Kevin drops his chili. He laughs, careful not to spill tea on him. His phone rings but he doesn’t look who it is. He wishes he did.

"Hello?"

"Harry?" he instantly rolled his eyes at her voice.

"How can I help you Mary?"

"Harry, I miss you."

"I can't say I feel the same." he sighed.

"Harry, don’t be so cruel."

"Cruel? I found you in bed with my best mate when I came home early to surprise you."

"It was a mistake and it’s been a year can't you just forgive me already?" he heard her voice change. This would've made him weak a few months ago, but not anymore.

"Mary, I forgive you because I don't care anymore. But I can't get back together with you. I'm seeing someone else now." he smiled as he said it. Not out of malice but from happiness at the thought of you.

"Who?" she practically yelled into the phone. He rolled his eyes and just hung up. She didn’t deserve anymore of his time. His phone rang again and he looked before picking up. Luckily it was his mum so he answered much more nicely than he previously intended.

"Hi mum," he beamed.

"Hi sweetheart. Just wanted to check in on you. I know you're a big boy but living so far gets my heart worried."

"Mum don't worry, I'm doing really good. Mary just called me and she couldn't even ruin my mood."

"Ugh Mary," she says with her voice full of disgust, "Forget her. How's work and the new place?"

"It's good. I like the town. The people are nice. Work is work. It's the same here as it was in England."

"Any new friends?"

"Um, well yeah actually. A woman, her name is y/n. We actually went on a date earlier. We talk pretty often and sometimes all night. I like her."

"A woman? Wow, so you'd say you're moving on?"

"Mum I've been over her the month after we broke up."

"And how old is this y/n? You know I'm going to want to protect you even more now."

"She's 30, um a widow and she has a son."

"What? Harry are you sure about this?" her voice changed to a much softer tone.

"Yeah I'm sure. She's so different. We have the easiest conversations. I feel like we're good together."

"Harry remember you fall a little too hard for people."

"I know mum, I know what I'm doing this time around."

"Okay. Well tell me more."

He spoke to his mum for another hour about you, his house, and when she was coming to visit. After he hung up the phone it was already around 8:30. He hoped that you would text him soon. He missed you already. Soon enough about a half hour later his phone dinged and he saw a message from you.

y/n: Hey :)

H: Hey, how'd it go?

y/n: It was good. Just had to review his homework and then we ate and I needed to help him with his hair. He's very tender headed so I have to brush with lots of calmness and patience.

H: It's hard to have curls. I don't remember why I want to grow it out again.

y/n: What's the longest you've ever had it?

H: Up to my collarbones

y/n: Wow, I can't imagine that.

H: *Picture of him with long hair*

y/n: You look handsome both ways

H: Thank you

y/n: Yeah no problem. Do you want to ft soon?

H: Yeah sure.

Harry waited for your response or facetime call. But it never came. He became pretty bummed over this. Feeling a little stood up. He fell asleep around midnight but was awaken by a vibration and bright phone screen.

y/n: Hey sorry I don’t know what happened to me I just fell asleep out of nowhere. I hope you get a goodnights rest.

He read the message and smiled before going back to sleep. Dreaming of a sleepy y/n.  

 Few days later…

 You and Harry were talking almost every second of the day. If you weren’t it was because you were both working. It was less than one week before your next date and you were excited to cook for him. You and Sam were on your way to the grocery store. You really needed to restock your pantry. The weather was getting a little colder, just a little more wind. You parked and walked into the store with your son beside you. You allowed him to make his own list so you knew what he would actually like instead of guessing. Sam gave you his list and walked beside you throughout the store.

“Mami, can you make pumpkin pie? You make the best kind.” He looked up at you with bright eyes.

“Yes mi amor, I’ll do that for you.” You squeezed his chin lightly.

You two continued walking in the store and crossed things off both your lists, Sam occasionally asking you if he could try a new specific snack. You got your ingredients to make pumpkin pie and got everything else you needed. You two approached the cashier and you let Sam put everything on the conveyer belt. It was his favorite part of the whole trip. He did this while you bagged. After grocery shopping you went home so certain items wouldn’t spoil. Because of the colder weather you decided to make your pumpkin pie and rent a movie. You settled on Secret Life of Pets 2 and cuddled together while your pie baked. Once the alarm went off indicating it was done, you put it on a cooling rack and decided to order some Chinese food. You got one large container of Lo Mein for you two to share. You both laughed at the movie and cuddled. You savored every moment in which he let you cuddle him. You knew in a few years it might end. You felt your phone vibrate and you checked it. It was just an email. You checked your messages and saw yours never delivered. He did say he was going to work today so maybe his phone was off. You finished your night eating some pumpkin pie with Sam.

“Did dad like pumpkin pie?” he asked before stuffing his face.

“He did, he liked mine the most though because I never made it too sweet or anything.” You smiled.

“Do you think if I like your friend dad will get mad at me?” he says looking down.

“Samuel… your dad would never be mad at you for becoming friends with someone. Just because you may open your heart to someone new doesn’t mean you close your heart to someone else,” you kissed his head and thought of Harry as you paraphrased his words. Sam nodded at what you said, “and your dad had a big heart. I think he would want you to have one too.”

“He did?” he looked up at you with the same eyes of his father.

“Oh yeah, that’s why he went off to protect people he didn’t even know. Because his heart was so big.” You ran your fingers through his hair as he leaned against your chest.

“Do you have more pictures of him?”

“Oh yeah so many, do you want to see us really young?” he nodded and cleaned his hands. You went to your room and got the polaroid album from when you were in college and he was just starting off in the service. You put it on his lap and he opened it carefully. At a young age you taught him pictures were to be handled with care and to not be drawn on or ripped.

“Dad’s hair looks different than all the other pictures,” he observes.

“Yeah he had to have it cut low during that time,” you put your arm around him.

“Ooh,” he says as he sees a picture of you and Michael at your commencement ball, “Mami you look so pretty here,” he looks up at you with bright eyes.

“Thank you, pumpkin.” you held back tears as the nickname Michael had for you slipped out of your mouth.

“Michael and Y/n 4 e.v.a?” you chuckled at the way he read it.

“It’s supposed to mean forever,” you explained, “and it was.” You kissed his head.

“Oh okay,” he continued flipping through your album, “I think I’m done for the night. I don’t want to get too sad.” You nodded and took the album as he passed it to you.

“You did a good job looking at it hon, you get braver and braver each day. I know for a fact daddy’s looking down at you so so proud!” you hugged him tightly. You felt him smile against you and place a kiss on your cheek.

“So when can I meet Harry?” you were a little thrown off by his question.

“Um, when I think it’s the right time. I think that maybe I should know him for a bit first.” You explained.

“Yeah but like it’d be so cool to have another guy around,” he smiled at you.

“Yeah? And what would you guys even talk about?”

“I’d show him all my G.I. Joe’s and my favorite shows on Disney channel and my room and my rocks!” you smiled at him as he spoke.

“Okay, fair enough. We’re still waiting a bit before you meet him.”

With a sigh and deflated shoulders, he mumbled fine. You soon tucked him into bed and went to your own. You checked your phone and saw a text from Harry.

H: Hey, sorry we didn’t get to talk much. Hope you’re still up. (28 mins ago)

y/n: Hey, it’s okay.

H: Yay! You’re up! I’m sorry I was in meetings all day and received two new manuscripts. Both historical nonfictions. Send help.

y/n: Just so happen to like that genre.

H: Right… want to read?

y/n: Can I?

H: Why not? One’s on medieval England and the other is on the black death.

y/n: I’ll take black death.

H: Thank God

y/n: lol, won’t you still need to read it anyway?

H: I trust you could make corrections and I’ll just hand it in that way

y/n: Harry they’ll notice the different handwriting

H: Write in pencil and I’ll just copy it again in red pen. Or use sticky notes

y/n: I’m assuming you cheated a lot in school? 👀

H: Very rude. But yes I did. Just in history.

H: But I bet if you were my teacher, I’d pay attention 😉

y/n: Mr. Styles that is very inappropriate��

H: You dress so pretty I can’t help it😍

y/n: Thank you🥰

H: no problem beautiful 🤍

y/n: so uh, you know my “dating” past, what's yours?

H: nothing too long. Obviously some high school relationships, college flings, but the only one I would count as serious would be my last one. We were together for three years, we moved pretty quickly. She cheated on me with my best mate.

y/n: she's dumb to cheat on you.

H: Thank you😂

Y/n: Yeah of course. I’m sorry it happened. No one deserves that.

H: Yeah it was pretty bad honestly. Caught them in our bed 😬

Y/n: Yikes 🤭

H: I know  

Y/n: at least you found out?

H: I guess yeah

Y/n: is this a reason why you moved out here?

H: yeah, I was also tired of London in general.

Y/n: I have a friend who says the same thing. She prefers living here. (Fellow teacher😊)

H: And here I thought I was your only English friend☹️

Y/n: how do you think I picked up your accent as English and not Australian or something?

H: I guess

Y/n: she’s from Yorkshire

H: Oh okay. I've been. It’s rural.

y/n: yeah that’s what she says.

H: Love, I'd love to stay and chat but I feel exhausted and I don't want to fall asleep on you.

y/n: it's okay! Get some rest handsome. Goodnight

H: Goodnight love, sweet dreams.

 Friday…

 You were cooking your white rice, beans, and salmon while hearing music. Harry texted you that he was on his way. Sam already had left with Lydia. You were wearing black jeans and a navy satin tank top when she picked him up. You had put on mascara and curled your hair while Sam napped after school. She looked you up and down before saying "you look nice". It shocked you if you were honest. You thought you'd be criticized and interrogated. You began making tostones when you heard the buzzing sound of your intercom. You buzzed him in, turned off your music, and you soon heard a knock. You opened the door and he was standing there with his arms behind his back.

"So you live across Joe's?" he looked at you with a confused look.

"Yeah.. Didn't really mention that the first time we met. Forgot to mention it afterwards." you peeked behind him.

"Well, I remembered you said you liked tulips and sunflowers so I got you both." he pushes a beautiful bouquet towards you. The yellow tulips blended in beautifully. "And wine" he shrugged. You smiled at him and brought him in for a hug. You leaned up and kissed his cheek before welcoming him into your apartment. He noticed the small pile of shoes by the door and that you weren't wearing any.

"Shoes off?"

"Yes please." you told him from your kitchen. You were putting your flowers in a vase. He noticed the picture of who he assumed was Michael at the entrance. He smiled sympathetically at it and walked into your kitchen.

"Smells good in here," he complimented and leaned against one of your counters. You were reaching for another wine glass for him. You only had one handy for yourself usually. He put his hand on your hip and got the wine glass.

"Thank you," you turn around. You two were fairly close before he realized and backed away.

"Want me to open up the wine and set the table?" he asked.

"Yes, please." he nodded and helped. You served yourselves and met him at the table. He walked up to you and pulled you into him before you two sat.

"Hey, thank you for all this." you wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head on his chest.

"Yeah of course," you answer as he kisses your forehead briefly before letting you go so you two could sit. All week you two had been flirting. Hard. You were assuming that maybe he wanted to kiss you tonight. Only because he had mentioned that he wanted to at Banzai but knew it was too soon. After that you told him that you thought you two had been talking for enough time. You both started eating and heard a low moan from Harry.

"This is really good," he said before sipping his wine.

"Thank you,"

"Who knew green plantains were so good?" he said as he ate a tostones. You chuckled lightly as you drank your wine. You spoke about your week and he remembered he brought the manuscript for you.

"Do you ever get tired of reading? Like is it less enjoyable now?" you asked. You leaned against your chair looking across the table at him.

"Somedays, it's like until a really good manuscript comes along that I begin enjoying it again."

"Is it rare?"

"A little bit yeah," he had finished everything. You got up and picked up his and your plate. "Oh, thank you."

"Yeah no problem, do you want dessert? I made another pie yesterday." you said as you loaded your dishwasher of your plates.

"Yeah sure, I'll try a piece." you served him a piece on a dessert plate.

"Whipped cream?"

"You guys put whipped cream on this?"

"Just a little bit,"

"I think I'll skip out on the whipped cream." he smiled at you.

"Okay," you laughed lightly.

You two ate your pies and sat in silence a bit after.

"You have a lovely place by the way," he looked around.

"Thank you, it's a bit small but it works for us right now." you smiled. He nodded and checked his watch. Did he have to be somewhere?

"Friends is on," he smiled.

"In person friends date?" you asked.

"I'm alright with that." he stood up and walked to your side of the table. He put his hand out for you to take and you did. He walked with you to your couch and you sat down right next to him. He put his arm around you as you set your tv up. Once you got the show on, you adjusted yourself and put your head on his chest. It was the episode with the w.e.n.u.s. Harry laughed at certain scenes and it made you happy. He was adorable. You lifted your head up and he looked over at you.

"What happened? Why'd you get off?" he was nearly pouting. You smiled at him and brushed a finger against his cheek.

"I rather watch you watch the show honestly," you said as you put your elbow up on the head of your couch tilting your body towards him. He faced you then and put his hand on your knee.

"Did you want to talk about something?" you shook your head no and briefly looked at his lips. You saw him do the same. You had butterflies in your stomach. You felt like a teenager all over again. So did Harry. He didn't want to do something that would mess everything up. You licked your lips as he looked at them. He leaned in slightly. You felt his breath against your wet lips. You wanted to rip off the bandage.

"Harry, just do it." he was nervous. He closed the gap between you and kissed you slowly. The butterflies in your stomach felt as if they exploded. His thumb simultaneously rubbed against your cheek as you kissed him back. You felt him kiss you deeper and you both moved your head to the opposite sides. You put your hands over his on your face. His lips were everything you imagined. Sweet, sexy, and they tasted like wine. He pulled away shortly and looked at you in the eye.

"Wow" was all you could say.

"I know," he smiled.

"Can we do that again?" you looked down at his lips.

"Mhm," he kissed you again and perhaps it was the liquid courage but you licked his lips asking for entrance. He let you in and you soon began exploring each other's mouths. You leaned a little more back against your couch and he leaned more on top of you.

"Are you sure this is okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," you kissed him again. He was addicting. It had been a long time since you felt affection in this way. He bit your lip lightly and you held back a moan. You put your hands on the back of his neck pushing him closer to you. He enjoyed this. It told him you were really enjoying this. He was slightly uncomfortable leaning over you from the side. He rather just lay on top of you but he wasn't going to ask you to do that. You felt his discomfort though so you pulled away. You looked at the way he was positioned.

"Are you comfortable?" You've made out over movie theater seats as a teenager before and that was not very comfortable. It was like what Harry was doing now.

"I'm fine love,"

"You look uncomfortable, I um I can sit on your lap if you want."

"I can’t ask you to do that,"

"It's fine," you pushed him back slightly and moved to sit on his lap. Your feet facing the end of the couch. You leaned in and kissed him again. This time you noticed he wasn’t nervous or hesitant anymore. His fingers tangled in your hair while the other laid on your thigh. You weren't sure where to put your hands so you settled them on his chest. You two continued making out like this for a while. You felt yourself becoming a little friskier though so you put your hand behind his neck as you leaned back towards your couch cushions. You pulled him on top of you and you heard a low groan. Harry was loving this. He loved the way you kissed and felt under him. He was trying so hard to not become hard by just your kisses. It was becoming difficult. You pulled away to catch your breath and he only moved down to kiss your neck. Holy shit you thought. Everything felt overwhelming, the good kind. It felt nice to be kissed again. He lifted his head back up again and studied your face. You lifted your hand up and brushed his cheek with your thumb. You offered a smile and he leaned down and kissed you slowly. These were lazier kisses now but you enjoyed them just as much. You both smiled a few times into the kisses. Holding back giggles every now and then at the weird and funny noises your lips would make against each other. At a certain point you both pulled away and just stared at each other’s faces.

"You're so beautiful," he said before kissing you lightly.

"You're so handsome." you answered back.

"I'm happy we met at Joe's," he said kissing down your cheek again towards your neck.

"Me too," you swallowed. You were already wet; this was just going to make the aching feeling in between your legs worse.

"Should I go? It’s late" he said in between open-mouthed kisses all over your neck.

"Funny you would think I'd want that," you said as you put a hand in his hair.

"So what do you want?" he looked up at you.

"To continue this," you said as you leaned in again. He kissed you back slowly but passionately. His tongue entering your mouth with ease. His lips were like honey. You wanted more but it was too soon.

"I'd like to continue this too," he pulled away.

"But you just stopped."

"Not what I meant." you two were looking each other in the eyes at this point.

"So, what do you mean?"

"I mean um.. I'd like to erm, continue dating you, and only you." he was so nervous you had to bite back a smile.

"Hm okay," you kissed him.

"Okay?" he looked down at you with furrowed brows.

"Mhm, me too. Would you want to be my boyfriend? Is that what you were trying to say?" You teased.

"Oh hush, yes. That’s what I was trying to say," his hand rubbed your sides.

"Then yes, I'd lo-," you coughed, "I'd like that, sorry" you coughed again. What the fuck was that? You almost said love? He was looking at you with knowing eyes but he didn't say a thing. Instead he turned your head towards him and kissed you slowly.

Part 3 is now up!

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the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter fifteen

A/N: first off, i just wanna say i’m sorry for this taking so long. i’ve just been really busy with work and also i haven’t been feeling motivated to get it done. but hopefully the length of this makes up for how long i haven’t update haha anyway, thank you for all the continued love on this story. i appreciate you all so much. please lmk what you think and enjoy !!

story description

taglist: @far-to-many-bands , @idfk-tbh-oops , @muted-mayham , @ughwhyislifesohard , @justtanerd , @ashyoungxblood ,  @cmburgos

trigger warning: slight gore, vampire powers, control/manipulation, cursing, drinking, club scene, brief mentions of fighting

word count: 4043

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For the past three days, the Trapp Haus has been at full capacity; both the club and the apartment. Ever since news of Rinaldi being in town, everyone has been trying to remain close to home base, not wanting to go out. However, other vampires are living it up, unbeknownst to them an elder was stalking the streets.

Personally, I didn't mind being stuck in the Trapp Haus, now that me and Colby were... a thing? I'm not entirely sure what we are, since we've literally only been together for four days, but I will happily keep this thing going if it means I get to make out with him anytime I want to.

And trust me, I do.

Colby has also made it impossible for me to leave, and if I really have to go anywhere, he is next to me the whole time. He's over-protective, but I would be too if an elder that literally massacred his own kind was in L.A.

Mike and Kevin told us it was silent from their sources, no one had seen Rinaldi out yet. Apparently, he had done something like this before. He came to L.A. five years ago and stayed for a while, coming to Bloody and buying at the whole VIP section just so he could watch the club. It was strange to say the least, but Mike and Kevin were confident that he was going to do that again. Everyone was hopeful that he was staying far away from the Trapp Haus.

But then, Kevin got the call.

"Rinaldi wants to buy out our whole VIP section." Kevin gulped.

Mike hissed. "Fuck, he's coming here."

When we found out, it was determined that Sam, Jake, and I would stay in the apartment, since humans were not allowed to be in the Trapp Haus the night Rinaldi was coming. However, last minute, Rinaldi called and stated that humans were allowed to be in the club, and he mentioned to invite all of Kevin's friends because he wanted to meet them.

So, the plan changed.

Kevin told us that he sectioned a small area off for us behind the stage where the DJ booth was, that way we could stay out of view from Rinaldi. Kevin had planned to tend to Rinaldi's needs the whole night while we all stayed in the club.

And that's where we were now: all awkwardly squished behind the stage, sipping drinks and remaining weirdly quiet. Colby kept me close, both of his arms around me as I sat on his lap. If I wanted to stand, he would press me against him, his grip tight. His faced remained tense, almost like he was focusing on something. His mouth was in a permanent frown, his eyes remaining forward.

"You know if you keep scrunching your face like that, you're gonna get wrinkles." I joked, my mouth against his ear.

"Maybe I won't look like a twelve-year-old then." Colby monotoned.

I snickered. “You don't have to hold me the whole time Rinaldi is here.”

“Yes, I do. You have a knack for getting yourself into dangerous situations, and he is a major one.” Colby pressed his lips to the hollow of my neck. “And besides, I like having you close to me.”

Kevin swung around the corner hastily, almost scaring me. "Mike, Colby, can you guys help me get rid of some vamps real quick?"

"Why? What's happening?" Colby questioned.

“...Rinaldi... asked for some of the rowdier vampires to be forced out. He said they're ruining his night.” Kevin explained.

Mike shrugged, standing up. “Well, anything is better than sitting back here.”

“Can't you get security to just do it?” Colby remarked.

“I am, but I need you two as well.” Kevin mentioned.

“Colby, it will only be like five minutes. I promise I won't leave. I'll stay right back here.” I admitted, bringing his attention to me.

Mike groaned. “C'mon man. Stop being so whipped, you've literally been together for like two days.”

“Shut the fuck up, Mike.” Colby snapped.

“Colby, I'll be fine.” I muttered softly.

Colby paused, sighing deeply. Then he slid me off his lap. He tapped Tara’s shoulder. "Watch her, please."

Tara agreed. “Of course, Colbster.”

They all left quickly, not saying another word.

“So... you and Colby are together?” Tara asked slyly.

“Yeah we are.” I affirmed.

Tara’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “I told you it would happen.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah you did.”

Jake pulled Tara back into their conversation, her body turning away from me. Suddenly, a loud group of voices came near us, one of the voices being Colby's. I jumped up from my seat, peaking around the corner to look. Colby, Mike, and two bodyguards were yelling at three different vampires, shoving them across the dancefloor and to the exit, the vampires fighting along the way. I followed Colby's body until I couldn't see him through the thick crowd of people. My eyes then traveled up to the VIP section, glancing around at the area that overlooked the whole club.

First, I found Kevin, nervously smiling at someone next to him and pointing at the forced-out vampires. And finally, my eyes landed on him... Rinaldi.

Dark hair... pale blue eyes...

I know him.

And the moment I recognized him; his eyes landed on mine. Once he realized who I was, he smirked lightly.

Someone yanked me from around the corner, shoving me back into my seat. I gazed up at Tara, who's brow furrowed. "What are you doing?"

“Nothing. I wanted to see who Colby was yelling at.” I replied.

“You heard what your boytoy said, stay back here.” Tara sassed.

I nodded begrudgingly, taking a sip of my drink. Colby and Mike came back a minute later, smiling as they came around the corner

“Why are you so happy?” Kat called.

Colby ran his fingers through his hair lazily. “Because I got to punch a vampire for getting in my face.”

“And honestly, any form of action right now is better than… this.” Mike frowned.

Kevin appeared again, coming up to Colby and whispering in his ear. Colby's smile dropped immediately, his jaw tightening. His eyes changed to crimson for a split second when Kevin pulled away. Colby grunted deeply. "What?"

“What's wrong?” Sam queried.

“Rinaldi wants to see... Jade.” Kevin fretted.

My heart sank for a moment as everyone's eyes landed on me.

“What's he wanna see her for?” Mike scoffed.

Kevin related. “He didn't say. All he said was that he wanted to see the human girl behind the stage.”

“Can't we just send some other human up there?” Colby barked.

Sam warned. “Colby.”

Kevin shook his head. “No. He knows what she looks likes.”

“I'm taking her up there.” Colby commanded.

“Well, keep your cool then. Don't need him to decapitate you over some girl.” Mike deadpanned.

“Mike, I mean this whole-heartedly: fuck off.” Colby snarled, glaring.

Colby grabbed my hand, took me from behind the stage, and slowly walked me towards the stairs that led to the VIP section. I leaned into Colby and yelled, "I've met him before!"

“What?” He exclaimed, stopping his movements.

I confessed. “He came to Vampiro about a week ago. He was the man that I talked to.”

“So that's why he wants to see you... Does he know about your powers?” He continued moving through the crowd to the stairs.

“No. I don't think so. I never told him, obviously.” I answered.

As we got to the stairs, Colby lowered his voice. “Okay. Just keep a low profile around him, alright? If he senses for even a millisecond that you're... you, he could easily kill you.”

“I know. This isn't my first time dealing with a vampire.” I teased sarcastically.

Colby stopped us again, his voice harsh. “I'm being serious, Jade. I don't want you to get hurt. I can't have that happen.”

I assured, rubbing his arm tenderly. “It won't, Colby. I'll be okay.”

We finally made it up the stairs of the VIP section, slowly walking over to Rinaldi. He sat comfortably in his booth, sipping his drink haphazardly.

Once his eyes landed on us, he smiled at me. “Long time no see, princess.”

Colby's grip on my hand tightened, making me almost wince. “Hi... Rinaldi.”

“So, you know my name. That's good. What's not good is the fact that I don't know yours.” He commented.

Colby interjected. “Her name is Jade. And I'm Colby.”

“Nice to meet the both of you. If you don't mind, I would like to catch up with Jade.” Rinaldi stared at Colby fiercely. “Alone.”

“I don't think that would be good... What if you or her need something?” Colby argued politely.

Rinaldi sneered. “Well, I'll just wave down to Kevin and he'll be able to get it for me.”

Colby hummed, annoyed. “I'm not sure that would be best.”

“Oh, but I think it is.” A dark crimson aura appeared around Colby suddenly as Rinaldi spoke. "Leave."

I glanced between the two of them, trying not to gasp as I saw Colby achingly let go of my hand. It was like he was forcing himself to stay, but his body had a different plan. He bit his lip as he tried to keep his feet from moving, grabbing onto another booth next to us to keep himself still. But his fighting was useless, his feet forcing him to walk away and down the stairs. He stared up at me nervously, like he couldn't control what he was doing.

Rinaldi's powers were strong enough to make a vampire do as he wanted...

I'm fucked.

“Sorry about that. I don't usually like to use my powers on my own kind, but sometimes we can be just so fucking persistent.” He laughed.

I giggled awkwardly, glancing away from him.

“You can sit down if you want. I'm not gonna bite.” He almost taunted, sweetly.

I nodded my head, sitting down at the end of the booth, my legs feeling like jello.

My mouth moved before I could think. “What are you doing here, if you don't mind me asking?”

He placed his glass down, lounging back against the booth. “I'm just here to have a good time, which has rarely happened in the 500 years I've been a vampire. Plus, I'm here in L.A. because I heard a rumor that I want cleared up.”

“What rumor?” I puzzled.

“You'll find out later.” His eyes glimmered as he grinned playfully. “So... is that the boy you were thinking about a couple days ago when we first talked?”

I swallowed. “Uh... yeah, he is.”

“Are you two together?” Rinaldi speculated.

I fidgeted with my rings, keeping my eyes to the floor. “It's, um, complicated. And new.”

“Well, I'm happy to hear you got what you wanted. Unforbidden love usually never comes true.” His voice falling to an utter.

“Did you come here because you knew I was here?” I blurted out.

“That's a little arrogant of you, don't you think?” Rinaldi smirked.

I stayed silent, not sure how to respond.

He chuckled. “I'm kidding. But, no; I didn't come here for you. I actually didn't know you were here. And then when you peaked around the corner from the DJ booth, I realized why this whole place smelled so delicious.”

I exhaled, nodding my head again. I was petrified to speak, unable to form a sentence.

“So... how did you meet that Colby fella?” He inquired.

“He-he saved me, one night after work. I was harassed by a vampire and... he killed him.” I sputtered.

“Interesting. I swear I heard something like that,” He shrugged nonchalantly. “And I can see why you were attacked. A beautiful girl with appetizing blood? That's a vampire's wet dream...”

I gulped, my hands beginning to shake. My nerves felt like they were going to bubble over and make me sick.

He cleared his throat suddenly, lightly sliding closer to me. “Jade, I apologize. That was rude of me to say. I can tell I'm making you nervous. And I don't want that. Honestly, I just want to talk to you. You're one of the first humans to not throw yourself at me or be rude to me because of what I am. I'm just used to saying inappropriate things to shock people, so I'm sorry if what I said made you upset. That wasn't my intention.”

I took a deep breath and finally looked him in the eyes. “Okay, I accept your apology.”

“Good. I appreciate that.” He sat back again, “It's been a long time since I've been close to anyone that wasn't family, so I'm not good at talking to strangers.”

“When was your last relationship?” I asked.

Rinaldi huffed. “Oh God... my last 'relationship', if you could call it that, was a couple months back. But I've only ever had one serious romance, and that was back when I was a human.”

“Really?” I awed.

“Yeah. Something like what you and Colby have is unheard of in my life.” He responded, crossing his arms.

“Me and Colby aren't that close.” I squeaked, feeling myself blush.

He shook his head. “I beg to differ. Not many vampires fight against my powers, or almost succeed. I can tell he cares about you deeply.”

“Your romance... what was her name?” I whispered.

“Elenora, or I called her El.” He divulged, smiling at the memory.

“What happened to her?” I queried.

He sighed sadly. “...She was forced into exile, in a way. Forced to run and leave me behind. I assume she died very young. I haven't felt what I felt for her since.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.” I interrupted.

He gazed over at me; an eyebrow raised cautiously.

“I can't even imagine the pain of not feeling love for hundreds and hundreds of years. I'm sorry you never felt that way again, and that you lost the love of your life.” I conceded.

Rinaldi's eyes softened genuinely for the first time. He almost looked surprised at what I said.

He almost looked… human.

He glanced away for a moment and took a swig of his drink. Once he finished, he smiled.

“Do you wanna know a secret? Something I've never told a human before?” He suggested.

“Sure...” I murmured.

“My real name is not Rinaldi.” He disclosed.

I raised my eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Well, technically it is, it's my last name. Or at least the last name I created for myself. It's based off of my father's first name, Reinald.” He revealed, “My actual name is Dillon.”

“Well, it's nice to meet you, Dillon.” I greeted, half-smiling.

He hummed, smirking. “And it was nice meeting you, Jade.”

He stood up quickly and went over to the railing that faced the rest of the club. I got up and followed him, confused as to what was happening. I followed his eyes, staring deeply at the DJ. The DJ suddenly made eye contact with Rinaldi, and a scarlet aura appeared around him. Rinaldi mouthed something and abruptly the music turned off. The crowd came to a halt, all glancing around.

He clapped, catching people’s attention. “Now, I just want to say thank you all for coming out and entertaining me for the night. I appreciate it immensely. But now, it's time for you to leave.”

Everyone in the club stood still, staring up at Rinaldi.

“Leave. NOW!” He boomed, his deep voice echoing off the walls.

The crowd jumped back at his voice, scrambling to leave. Security helped force people out, as Rinaldi bit his lip and turned to me.

“At least that time I didn't have to use my powers,” He joked. “C'mon downstairs with me.”

I nodded sheepishly, following Rinaldi as he strutted down the stairs. All my friends had stayed, helping to get people out quickly. Then when Rinaldi got to the bottom of the stairs, we all met up in the middle of the dance floor.

I paced over to Colby, embracing him tightly as I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?” He gasped, mumbling into my hair.

I gripped Colby firmly, finally relaxing. “I'm okay. He didn't do anything.”

Rinaldi’s voice made me pull away from Colby. “Wow, Kevin. You really do know how to throw a party. I'll have to come back here sometime.”

Kevin snickered confidently. “Of course, Rinaldi. We always appreciate elders stopping through.”

“Oh, but I will say there is one downside to this night.” He pointed out, raising a finger sarcastically.

“What? Did Jade do something?” Kevin quipped.

“No, she was fine. But I think you forgot to mention that there was a secret club in here.” Rinaldi stated calmly.

I could feel Colby's body stiffen against mine. Everyone reacted the same; muscles tightening, and stances fixed.

Kevin stuttered. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I could have sworn I heard something about vampires hunting other vampires. But... that's illegal in California. And I know you're not doing anything illegal here... right?” Rinaldi cocked his head to the side.

“Of course not. I-I'm not entirely sure where you would have heard that from, but it's not true.” Kevin stammered, voice faltering.

Rinaldi crossed his arms. “Are you sure? Because I have a very reliable source. He's actually here right now.”

The entrance behind us slammed open, a familiar face stepping through, smirking at all of us as we turned to him.

Caleb.

“Oh my God, I'm gonna kill him.” Mike fumed quietly.

“I don't think you should do that, Mike. You don't want to piss off an elder now.” Caleb jeered, striding to Rinaldi and standing next to him.

“Caleb... how could you rat us out? After everything we have done for you!” Sam shouted.

Caleb scoffed. “Oh, you mean like poisoning me and making me forget a whole night happened?!”

I could hear Colby growl lowly, his hands clenching into a fist.

“Caleb, please tell me what you know about this group.” Rinaldi spoke.

“Well for starters they're called XPLR, which is the dumbest name by the way. And they, with the help of those two douchey humans, kill vampires. They hunt and torture them for information on other 'bad' vampires. Plus, they have the Angelica flower and they gave it to me to knock me out and make me forget.” Caleb accused.

“And how would you know if you forgot?” Colby retorted.

“I'm not fucking stupid, asshole. I know what happened to me… kind of,” Caleb grumbled. “Plus, something is off about that girl.”

My breath hitched in my throat. Colby slid in front of me, protecting me. “What are you going on about now, Caleb?”

“I heard you guys talking about her 'abilities', whatever that means. And I know one of you said that your powers don't work on her, so obviously she's not human.” Caleb declared angrily.

Rinaldi stared at Caleb, unfazed. “This is news to me.”

“She's probably a witch or something.” Caleb muttered.

Rinaldi turned his head slowly towards me. “Jade, could you come here for a second?”

“No. She can't.” Colby shook, rage filling his voice and body.

“Don't make this more difficult than it already is,” Rinaldi insisted. “I'm not gonna hurt her, but I will hurt you.”

“Colby, it's okay.” I whimpered; my breath ragged.

Colby closed his eyes tightly, moving slightly over to allow me to pass him. I trudged over to Rinaldi, stopping in front of him.

“I know this is a terrible situation to put you through, but I need to know if you have powers or not.” Rinaldi explained.

“Okay...” I mumbled.

“I'm gonna use my powers on you to do something you wouldn't do.” He informed.

“And what is that?” I questioned.

“I want you to kiss me.” He stated.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Colby jerk, ready to pounce. Mike stopped him with an arm.

Rinaldi pointed to Colby, keeping his eyes on me. “See, that reaction is why I have to do it. I know for a fact she wouldn't want to kiss me because she's with you. It's the only way, I'm afraid.”

Rinaldi gently grabbed my hands, making me look into his eyes.

And I realized something in that moment. He had never used his powers on me. And he was the strongest vampire I'd ever encountered.

What if his powers work on me? What if I end up kissing him?

I don't want that. I don't want to hurt Colby. But I don't want to die either.

Fuck.

"Kiss me, Jade." A ruby aura appeared around us; I could feel his power surge through me. I could see what he wanted me to do, but I felt no urge to do it. Then an idea hit me.

I leaned forward, having to stretch upwards to meet his face. I slowly eased my lips towards him and planted them sweetly on his cheek, pulling away a second later.

Once I landed back on my feet, his aura had disappeared. I could see everyone around us was shocked, frozen. No one moved even an inch.

He looked down at me curiously. I peered into his eyes confidently.

“You never said where.”

Rinaldi grinned, letting out a soft laugh. His hands let go of mine as he shook his head. “That... is very true.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Rinaldi, you have to see she is lying!” Caleb shrieked, gasping.

“Caleb. Listen to me,” Rinaldi cautioned. “I appreciate you coming to me and letting me know about all of this. But it's obvious she is not a witch otherwise she wouldn't have kissed me.”

“But something is off about her! I just know it!” Caleb shrilled, glaring daggers.

“Enough, Caleb. I want you to apologize to her.” Rinaldi demanded.

Caleb objected as his eyes widened. “What?!”

“Apologize to her, right now. Accusing a lady of something wrongful deserves an apology.” Rinaldi scolded.

Caleb rolled his eyes quickly, stepping up to me and looking me in the eyes. “I'm sorry I accused you.”

“Thank you... for your service, Caleb.” Rinaldi announced, placing a hand on Caleb's shoulder.

Then within a flash, Rinaldi smashed both of his hands onto either side of Caleb's head, gripping his skull dangerously, and ripping it clean off his body before he could even make a noise.

I felt blood splatter onto my face, my mouth opening as a loud gasp escaped my throat. Everyone stepped back, shocked in horror at Caleb's headless body laid on the ground. Rinaldi flung Caleb's head behind him, it rolling away after bouncing once.

Rinaldi lightly wiped his hands on his pants, blood smearing onto his all black outfit. “Thank God that's over. He was very, very annoying.”

I held back vomit as I kept my eyes on Rinaldi, not wanting to see Caleb's corpse on the ground.

Rinaldi faced Kevin casually. “Sorry I had to dirty up your floor, Kevin. I hope you know how to deal with a dead body.”

“Yeah... it's no problem, Rinaldi.” Kevin remained still.

“Also, I apologize for having to do all of that,” Rinaldi motioned to Caleb’s body. “Caleb was making such a big deal about XPLR that I just had to come out and see what it was all about. I personally don't care that you guys hunt other vampires. I know you're only getting rid of the ones that are fucking it up for the rest of us. So, keep doing what you're doing. Just maybe be a bit quiet about it, okay?”

Mike concluded. “Sounds good.”

“I mean, who would I be to judge those that have killed vampires?” Rinaldi whipped his head to Tara, smiling politely, “Right, Tara?”

“Burn in hell, Dillon.” Tara seethed.

“Always as chipper as ever. Well, that this has been eventful, but I think it's time for me to head out.” Rinaldi bowed to Kevin, clasping his hands together. “Thank you for such a fabulous time, Kevin. Your club is fantastic.”

Kevin followed suit cautiously. “Thank you. Have a good night, Rinaldi.”

He turned to me quickly, a cheery smile on his face. “I'll see you around, princess.”

Then with a wink, he was gone in a flash.

<< CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 16 >>

[1d-sexualdesires]

14 & 16 PRETTY PRETTY please!

Again, I default to Harry because he’s my personal fave & I just feel more comfortable writing about him, but if you want another person I can re-write it based off of another boy, LMK! - V

NOW, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF… ANGST & SMUT

14 first and 16 second!

Harry was never one to break his chill, but he’s hit a rough patch in his writing process for the album and isn’t really content with what he’s been producing, so like all human beings he’s been misplacing his frustrations and taking it out on his girlfriend, Y/N. Lately it seems he’s been snapping at her for everything, so much so that she’d rather not see him until this little rut with his creative process comes to an end.

So after two weeks apart Harry decided to make it up to her by taking her to Vegas for the last Halloween party he’d been invited to and let’s just say that she’d been so busy working that the most she’d done socially was befriend her local Japanese food delivery guy named Ren because she had ordered in so often over the last few weeks. Ren was attending USC and was having issues with his boyfriend, Tommy, because he transferred to NYU and long distance wasn’t working for him, they vented to each other now.

“Do you want another drink?” Harry asked over the loud music, pulling her from her thought.

“Martini, extra dry!” She said and he nodded, leaving her to chase after the waitress that had just started leaving their section.

Due to her lack of social interaction she also hadn’t drank in a while, she was very much a social drinker, couldn’t bother to spend the money to do it alone, so with this being her second drink she was already feeling a heady buzz. The two weeks she had given him space were hitting her right now as she watched him chatting with someone, his jaw was just so sharp and his back so broad, she loved biting into his shoulders and biceps when he fucked her. She didn’t even realize she was making her way over to him until she was drunkenly glancing at whoever he was talking to and slurring,

“S’cuse me, can I borrow Harold for just a tick?” The person nodded and she turned him around to face her, pulling him a few feet away, he looked annoyed at how rude she’d been, “We need t’leave. Right now.” She said and he furrowed his brows.

“Why? Are you alright?” He asked concerned and she shook her head, “What’s wrong?” He quickly asked.

“M’leaking!” She said loudly and at first he thought maybe she’d gotten her period or something, but then she elaborated, “I’m so fucking horny and y’need to take me upstairs and fuck me.” She insisted and he sighed.

“Give me a bit more, yeah? I was talking to that guy.” She pouted and nodded. She headed back to her seat in their section and decided to wait twenty minutes. The time had passed and it felt like she was was waiting half her life; she was proper soaking in her panties and it was getting uncomfortable, so again she walked around until she found him, laughing and joking around with some friends and again, she interrupted and he sighed.

“Baby please, m’a fucking mess for you. C’mon.” She pleaded and he rolled his eyes.

“You are a mess, told you that you shouldn’t have the last two drinks.”  He scolded and she was upset now because he had brought her to spend time with her to make up for being a dick lately.

“You’ve been mean to me for two weeks, Harry!” She whined, “I love you n’I want you so, so bad, haven’t had anything for two whole weeks! Miss you.” She pouted through her slurs. He almost gave in, but then she palmed at his crotch and he removed her hand angrily.

“What the fuck? I said to wait.” He seethed and she frowned.

“I’ve been waiting! You said you wanted to come spend time with me and you’ve literally shrugged me off all weekend! Why did you bring me then, huh?” She was feeling more sober now that the anger had set in and he was angry too because she knows that private things stay private and she was making a right scene, having a strop in the middle of the fucking nightclub.

“You’re actin’ like a spoiled brat!” He expressed in irritation and she pouted, “You know not to do shit like tha’ in public! With this little stunt you’ve just pulled you’re waiting another week.” She was frowning now because she really just needed a bit of care and she wasn’t being a brat on purpose. The alcohol made her a little more ballsy, that was all.

“M’sorry, just miss you. Please, babe.” She said softly, he could barely hear her over the music and chatter in the club.

“S’too late for that now, you’ll have to wait. Such a fuckin’ brat.” At that she groaned.

“Fuck you, m’going to the room.” She said before storming off.

****

Two hours later Harry was letting himself into his suite, he wasn’t being quiet at all because he half expected Y/N to storm out and meet him, but it was quiet. As he made his way into the room he saw her knocked out on the bed, she had found the time to shower, her hair was wet and she was in a t-shirt and panties, headphones plugged in and phone facedown on her chest. He felt a bit bad for snapping at her, had she come to Vegas just to argue with him? He sighed and reached for her headphones, gently pulling them out as to not wake her and took her phone from her chest whenever she was upset she tended to watch Titanic, liked to get a good cry out of her system.

Harry pressed his thumb to the home button and his eyes widened in shock when he saw that she had actually been watching porn, the title read something about orgasms from oral only. He swallowed down the lump that formed in his throat and tried to ignore the budging up of his cock as he glanced down to her, wondering if she had gotten herself off. She always had him, or at least she had for the last two years. He was a little bit hurt if she had resorted to porn and her fingers; he glanced to her hands and took his chances, leaning down and smelling her fingers, she had definitely gotten herself off, he frowned, suddenly more horny than she had probably been. He felt selfish and like a proper dick, suddenly her phone chimed in his hand and it was a text from her best friend, he opened it, wondering if it was emergency, they were never secretive about anything, so he knew she wouldn’t mind.

Y/BFF/N:

Welcome to the club, girl…

Is what she had said in response to Y/N saying she had just gotten herself off for the first time in nearly two years and that it had been way better than she remembered and that she had kind of missed it? He was offended and decided to read the thread that started three weeks ago with Y/N saying that Harry had been snappy lately and that she didn’t like to see him frustrated. As he read on he learned that she felt that sometimes she was more of a bother than a comforting presence so she would give him space. Among other things she had said that he hadn’t talked to her in a week and that maybe he didn’t love her anymore; that bit killed him. Y/N’s friend suggested she talk to him and she said she would once he wasn’t so stressed out. Apparently she had a really shit week and he didn’t even know about it. He felt horrible, he had really been neglecting her. He smiled reading over how excited she was for Vegas this weekend and frowned as he saw how it dwindled since they had arrived. Then another text came in… who was Ren? He opened that up and frowned even more.

Y/N:

I don’t think my boyfriend is happy with me anymore. I thought it was just stress, but I think I’m what’s wrong. How’re things with Tommy?

Ren:

I’m sorry, you’re literally one of the best people I know. Couldn’t possibly be you, y/n. Well, Tommy confessed he was cheating today, so that’s done…

Ren:

Maybe we should both try girls for a while

Harry felt like shit, he was proper deflated and the next morning she obviously knew he had gone through her phone, but she couldn’t care less because she didn’t say a thing to him. When they got to the airport she quickly put on her headphones and went to sleep and when they landed she kissed him chastely saying Y/BFF/N had come to pick her up because they had plans. So surely another week went by without either of them saying a thing to each other.

****

Despite not speaking to Harry this whole week Y/N had a decent week, mostly because she was up to her ears in work and couldn’t spare a minute to think about him. When there was a knock at her door she sprang up from her chair and slid on her slippers, hurrying from her office to the front door. She was expecting an important package of samples for work. She swung the door open quickly, smiling bright until she saw who was standing on the other side. Harry looked nervous and the only thing that she could think was: he’s here to break up with me. He had read all her texts and seen the things she had been concerned about and it was just coming to pass.

“Hey.” He spoke first and she stayed quiet, waiting to hear the dreaded words, “Ummm, are you busy?” She shook her head and he looked to his feet then back into her eyes, “We need to talk. Can I come in?” She doesn’t know why she let him in, but she moved to the side and opened the door wider, allowing him to slip inside quickly and follow her to the couch, but staying on his feet, then deciding to sit on the coffee table, directly in front of her.

“What do you want to talk about?” She asked softly and he sighed.

“Us. What else?” He asked and she shrugged, “Look, I’m so sorry for doing this to you,” here it comes, she looked down at her hands, preparing to hold back tears until he was gone, “I love you so, so much, Y/N. I’m sorry for shutting you out and being an asshole, for making you feel so shit all the time, that’s not who I want to be for you, baby.” He said, reaching for her warm hands and he smiled, relieved to feel her skin on his. She felt relief, a little smile making it’s way onto her face and continuing. “I want you to know that you’re fuckin’ perfect. You aren’t a brat and you don’t do anything wrong. You’re m’girl, yeah? I’ve been having a difficult time with the album and I’ve misplaced my frustration onto you and that’s not fair.” He said softly, eyes not daring to leave hers because she needs to know that he means it. “I fucking love you. Swear it. With every fiber in my body, I love you.” He finished, feeling relieved as she just sprang forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, crying and sniffling all while kissing his skin and relishing in his touch.

“I love you too, babe. So, so much. I forgive you.” She assured him and he hummed.

“Missed you so much.” He mumbled into her shoulder and she nodded. Pulling back and kissing him softly. God, just feeling his lips against hers already had him feeling better, like a weight was lifted and when they pulled back for a breath he sighed, looking into her eyes, “I’m also sorry for something else.” He said softly.

“What’s that?” She asked, caressing his cheek bones with her hands.

“I’m sorry for driving you to getting yourself off.” He said and she rolled her eyes.

“S’alright, Har.”

“S’not alright. Only I make you cum.” His tone changing and she bit her lip, “I want t’be the one who has you wet and horny, not some actors. Want it to be me, y’know that.” He said kissing her hard and fast, “Don’t like that you had to do that because I was being a prick.”

“You’re not always going to be in the mood and that’s okay.”

“I was in the mood, but I was just being a dick, don’t know why and I want to make it up to you.” He said and her ears perked up at that.

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I really want to. Watched that video you were looking at, princess. S’that all you wanted? Just wanted me to eat your little cunt?” He asked and she nodded and he bit his lip, “Then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll eat your sweet, little peach until you can’t cum anymore, yeah?” He asked and she nodded.

He pulled her to her bed room quickly and she was getting wet, soaking just for him. He quickly pulled off his shirt and then pressed her onto the bed, kissing her with lots of tongue, emulating what he was about to do to her pussy. She moaned as his hand came down between them and rubbed at her over her shorts.

“Let’s see that pretty body.” He whispered, sitting up and helping her undress, thank god, no bra. He grinned as he kissed down her neck, leaving a burning trail as he made his way to one of her breasts and hummed before licking a thick stripe up the supple skin with the flat of his tongue, her nipple hardened instantly and he moaned at the sight. He flicked his tongue over it before wrapping his lips around the sensitive skin, sucking hard and then biting down softly.

“Oh fuck, Harry.” She whimpered and he smiled, popping off with a wet little sound.

“So fucking pretty.” He said, before moving to the other one and repeating his actions, loving the way her fingers started carding through his hair, gripping harder when he’d bite a little too hard. He sucked hard on the skin, making her wince and leaving behind a little bruise before kissing down her tummy, tongue swirling around her belly button and then letting his tongue dip right beneath the elastic of her shorts. “Are you ready for me, princess?” He inquired, glancing up to her, she already looked thoroughly fucked out as she nodded quickly and he smiled, “Good. Can’t wait to taste you.”

Her shorts and panties were quickly pulled off and he wasted no time in prying her thighs apart. Y/N was glistening between her legs, thighs a bit sticky with her arousal, and why really got to him was that as he spread her lips apart with his fingers he could see her little clit throbbing, begging for attention. He couldn’t even wait anymore, just delved right in licking a fat stripe from her entrance to her clit, relishing in her taste, tongue dipping into her entrance and making her gasp and tug at his hair.

“Fuck that’s perfect!” She moaned as he pushed it deeper, his chin and nose wet with her arousal. He was so good with his tongue. He was relentless in pushing it in and out of her and then finally he pulled back and tongued at her clit, her legs trembling almost instantly because she was so horny and he was flicking at it quickly with his tongue, “M’gonna cum!” She whimpered and she felt him smile against her.

“Already?” He asked and she nodded, forcing his mouth back onto her.

“You’re so fucking good at that.” she whimpered, he wanted to get his fingers inside of her. Without warning he just pressed in his index finger and rubbed against her walls and he felt her clench tightly around his finger and then that delicious warm and sticky feeling came over as she gripped his hair tight, a loud groan slipped past her lips as he felt her cumming. He slowed down, kissed at her clit gently and moving on to something else when she shuddered away, sucking love bites into her thighs because he wanted her to remember how sorry he was.

“What if you sit on my face? Get yourself off on my tongue.” He suggested and she was quick to switch positions, hovering over his face, her legs on either side of his head he guided her down, his eyes fluttering shut as he became enveloped by her, he moaned as she ground her hips down onto his lips, taking a hold of his curls and sliding up until his nose nudged at her clit and then down until it rested against his chin, the stubble there giving it a nice texture to rub against. She doesn’t even know how long she was suffocating him between her thighs, but she was on her third orgasm this way, he was holding her down hard, sucking at her clit until she was pushing his head away, whimpering from the sensitivity

“Fuck, please be gentle, please!” She cried as he finally eased up, releasing her clit from between his lips and licking at it gently. He could feel her getting wet all over again, it was making his chin sticky.

“Mmmm, want more, princess. What next?” He asked and she bit her lip, they had only done it a few times before, but the look in her eyes told him exactly what she wanted and he smirked, “You’re such a filthy girl, you want me to finger your tight little ass, huh? While licking your clit, that’s what you want, huh?” And she nodded shamelessly, “Alright then, love, on your back.” He said and she moved quickly and she dragged him down to kiss him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue was just erotic, he took advantage, lubing up his fingers with her arousal and cum, making a path for it to drip further down. “Gotta relax, princess. Don’t want to hurt you.” He said, stuffing his index and middle fingers into her pussy, swirling them around, getting as much on them as possible before pulling them out and rubbing at her tight little bum hole as soon as she relaxed his left index finger easily sunk in about half way and he groaned, as she parted her legs his finger was squeezed tighter. “Fuck, s’real tight.” He said, letting his spit trickle down to to her pussy and then looking up at her, tongue at the ready, started off with thick, lethargic licks and slow thrusts of his finger.

“Yes, H, fuck!” She squealed as he sucked her little bud into his mouth, her hands pressed up to her breasts, squeezing and teasing at them.

“Baby, rub your clit, yeah?” She quickly brought her hand down, rubbing at the little bundle of nerves as he brought his right hand up and stuffed two fingers into her dripping wet cunt, curling them up as he puled them in and out. “Hear, that princess? You’re proper dripping.” He groaned, rubbing his hard cock into the duvet, he was feeling close just from watching her. She sped up on her clit, back arching, her lower muscles tightening almost impossibly.

“Fuck, Harry m’so close!” She mewled and he grinned.

“You like that, princess? Does my princess like that?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yes, you’re so fucking good, please don’t stop!” She moaned and he buried his finger deeper into her ass and thrust the fingers in her cunt faster until her legs were trembling and that’s when it happened, he felt her cum bursting past his fingers, and he quickly pulled his left hand away, holding open her thighs as he pounded his fingers into her pussy as she rubbed on her clit, her jaw was agape and he moaned as he watched her cum for what seemed like minutes, the longer he fingered her the more she’d cum, a loud, strangled moan ripped through her throat when he gave a few more pumps and she clenched tight around his fingers and coated them with her cum. He pressed himself up and kissed her hard, his chin was dripping with her and she was trembling and panting, he could feel tears staining her cheeks but she was smiling into the kiss.

“Does that make up for my behavior?” He mumbled against her lips and she nodded slowly, looking throughly fucked out. “I love you, okay?”

“I know. Love you too; always will.” She assured him.