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A Twist of Fate

Y/N and Harry are exes who have moved on wit their lives and with other people, but have never stopped loving each other. And in an unbelievable twist of fate reconnect. But after all that time, can they still have a future together?

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WARNINGS: A wee bit of emotional cheating and a steamy unfaithful make out WITH A VERY CUTE moment with the shaved head 🥹🫶

WC: 15K

To Harry, you had always been the one that got away. Your time together had been so good. You both grew and learned, and loved so much but life just got in the way. The split broke you both because you were certain that no matter what, at the end of the day it would always be you together. Learning that it wouldn’t be was devastating. 

For a while you even stopped believing in love and in the good of the universe. Because if love was real, how cruel did the universe actually have to be to tear you apart? It had been a love like neither of you had ever experienced. Your souls were alight for each other and every interaction you exchanged, every hug, every kiss, every glance, every touch fed the fire of your love and passion for each other for five wonderful years. And when the time came for it to end it was heart wrenching. There was just far too much conflict in time and distance, it sometimes felt like your managers were doing it on purpose, you both knew it wasn’t true, of course. You were just starting to reach new levels of fame and were in high demand and you couldn’t keep doing what you were doing to yourselves in trying to make it work.

So when Harry signed on to yet another film and you had gone into the studio for your album you had to reevaluate your relationship. It had to be done over the phone while there was an entire ocean between you because even though it was the wrong way to go about it, you just couldn’t look into each other’s eyes while admitting defeat. There was absolutely no way. It was hard to even breathe at first, but with time it got a bit better and better, and soon you’d met other people and were on your way to being happy like before. But that brought you to this day. After years of being broken up and never speaking or seeing each other you were both frozen in the hallway of a studio in Los Angeles looking right at each other. Time was at a standstill as you just stared for a moment. Both completely shocked at your run in. Harry’s tongue suddenly felt heavy and knotted up and his hands felt like they were prickling. He just wanted to reach out and touch you.

“Y/N, I’ve missed you.” He finally said. But you barely heard it over the obnoxiously loud pounding of your heart.

“I missed you too.” You whispered breathlessly as you looked him over. A smile came to your lips as you admired him from up close. You chuckled and shook your head because his hair was gone! And he looked great. So well rested, stronger, taller, and more youthful somehow.

“Can I hug you?” He asked and at his question you hurried into his arms, not bothering with a response. 

As soon as you touched everything felt better. The fires in your hearts were burning again because the love had never run out. If anything it got stronger with the distance somehow. But things were not as they used to be. He had a girlfriend of nearly a year now and you had just started dating someone just a couple months prior. You had been resigned to the fact that for your circumstance, love just wasn’t enough so you both moved on. The embrace was long, you were taking your time in his arms and he was taking in your scent. How he missed the sweet and inviting smell that wafted around you like a cloud. It seemed like it had been too soon when you started pulling back from his hold, but he willed himself to loosen his grip to give you the space to depart from him.

“Your hair!” You smiled brightly and he chuckled.

“I know…After the tour ended it just felt like the end of an era, you know? Time for a big change.” He smiled through his explanation and you nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, I get that. I love it! It looks great!” You complimented as you looked him over once more.

“Yeah?” He asked timidly and you nodded quickly. He knew he didn’t need your approval, but having it made him feel even better about his decision.

“How long are you in town?” You asked, your hands slid down his arms from around his neck and landed in his. Feeling your soft and warm skin meeting his own had his mind going fuzzy. He could feel his heart reaching out to you with how hard it pounded.

“I uh- I leave tomorrow. I just had a quick thing I needed to take care of. Was only here a few days.” He said and you felt a lump forming in your throat. Gone so soon…a tease of fate.

“Oh.” You responded and he nodded, a sad smile came over his face.

“Yeah.” He squeezed your hands a bit harder, “Ummm, I’m at the Roosevelt. In the Marylin Monroe suite. Maybe we can grab dinner tonight, around 8?” He asked hopefully and you frowned. The universe was heartless and cruel, it was confirmed.

“I actually can’t tonight, Harry. I have plans with my…” you trailed off before shifting your gaze down to the buttons of his shirt. They were all done up now, unlike before, when he barely bothered after the third one up.

“Someone you’re seeing?” He asked and you nodded, not able to look at him as you confirmed.

“Sorry.” You said, finally looking back into his eyes.

“I’m not- I mean, it’s alright. That you’re, you know, putting yourself out there.” He put on a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah?” You asked and he nodded. You were holding onto each other for dear life, “I’m happy I ran into you, though. I missed you. Been thinking about you lately as well.” You said again through a small smile.

“I’m really happy I got to see you too.” He confirmed through his own smile; it was definitely genuine this time.

“Well, I should get going and let you get to the studio.” You said and he nodded.

“Right. C’mere.” He said pulling you back in for a hug. This time you inhaled his own warm, musky, and familiar scent as his warmth settled into your own body. “Take good care of yourself.” He mumbled to you before kissing the side of your head.

“You too, H.” You hummed before you let go and you continued down the hall. You stopped and turned back to see that he was still standing there, watching you leave and you smiled, planting a kiss to your palm and pretending like you threw it at him and he smiled brightly as he pretended he caught it and pressed his palm to his heart and you waved before you left the building.

************

“You seem distracted.” Caitlyn, your best friend, pointed out as she glanced over from her desk to you, sitting across from her, just staring out the window behind her.

“I know, I’m sorry…I don’t think I’ll be much help for brainstorming right now.” You said and Caitlyn frowned.

“What happened?”

“I was doing Seb the favor of dropping off a demo of a new song to his producer and on my way out I ummm…H-harry was there.” You said and Caitlyn’s eyes went wide.

“What the hell? I thought he was in London!” She gasped.

“He will be tomorrow. S’his last night.” You explained.

“Are you alright?” She asked you right away.

“I think so…he invited me to dinner at his hotel, but I have plans with Seb tonight so I can’t.”

“Well maybe it’s for the best, friend. I mean…I know how it was with you guys and like, I know you’re both good people, but maybe it wouldn’t be the wisest thing to have dinner with him at his hotel. Alone.” Caitlyn reasoned and you nodded.

“Yeah, I think you’re right…I mean, besides, he has a girlfriend too so best not to do something platonic that could seem sketchy."

“Exactly.” Caitlyn concurred. “Well, are you feeling OK? Did it bring anything up for you?”

“Just a little sadness… nostalgia? I mean, we put in so much work, you know? I swear we were endgame.” You said quietly with some disappointment.

“Yeah…did he seem happy?”

“I guess? I didn’t ask really. I don’t want to know…” you sighed, “Buzzed his head though.” You smiled and Caitlyn gasped audibly.

“No way!” She laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah! It’s a different look, but he looks really good. It suits him more than I would expect.” You chuckled and then fell silent for a few seconds.

“Y/N, do you still…have feelings for him?” Caitlyn asked carefully and you sighed.

“Think I’ll always have feelings for him…” you said lowly. “Like, it’s Harry!” You said and Caitlyn pouted and nodded in understanding. “It was definitely nice to see him though, even if it was fast.”

“Well maybe it’s good that it was a brief run in. Didn’t have to linger and talk about things that would make you both even more sad.” Caitlyn suggested.

“Maybe I need to be more sad…like I’ve been in a bit of a slump writing-wise…” you said.

“Use this sad, Y/N. The nostalgia, the not knowing, the wondering, you really don’t need more than that.” Caitlyn said and you sighed, “And don’t google him. Or his girlfriend.” She warned and you cackled.

“Of course not! I’m not you.” you quipped with a teasing grin.

“Look, cyberstalking is a necessary evil sometimes.”

“I can’t agree with that statement.” You chuckled.

“Just because you suck at it…” Caitlin sassed.

“I don’t think internet stalking is a skill to be proud of, Cait.” You giggled.

“Look, all I know is that one day, my skills will come in handy.” She said simply and you knocked your head back as you laughed at your best friend’s nonsense.

*************

Harry had not been able to stop thinking about you since the afternoon. He had made a quick detour to LA to meet with some of his producers. He was planning to take a bit of a longer break to focus on other projects and passions and just live for himself a little bit. He was just outlining a plan for his next album since he had already renewed his contract.

In truth, he was glad that he had been able to tour when he did because you had just ended things. He just went right into entertain mode and got so much out of his system. But being back on the road, meeting new people, putting himself back out there, it helped a lot. And then the one thing he thought wasn’t possible happened. He met someone else and he moved on. He felt that he had moved into it quite fast as they’d only been friends for a month or so, but they’d been together almost a year now and it was going well. Was he happy? He was. Wasn’t he?

Obviously, he knew he’d eventually see you but he wasn’t ready for it now. It wasn’t the best time because while he’d moved on, you still had an effect on him. He still dreamt of you sometimes. He still felt butterflies in his stomach when he thought of you, even now when he remembered how you had hugged him. He loved the way your fingers felt as you skimmed them down his arms before you could hold his hands just for a moment. You looked so good too…you’d always opted for shorter hair, to the shoulders or a bit less, but it was longer now, it suited you. Your eyes were bright and your smile just as warm and inviting as it had always been. He would be lying if he said that his heart didn’t skip a beat when he saw you. But being in your presence like that, it suddenly felt like no time had passed at all. 

He felt kind of stupid for asking you to dinner…in hindsight it was good that you were busy. To be alone with you while his heart and tummy were doing all these weird and fluttery things that they did every time he was around you, that couldn’t be a great idea.

The hardest thing to get over was that he loved how he felt around you, it was magical. Your energies matched so well. What you had together had was unmatched, there wasn’t anyone who had brought that same feeling to him before or now. You cared for him in ways that made him feel seen and understood as a person, the whole of him, good and bad…he had no idea how you did it, but it just came so naturally from you. Your ability to relate and communicate and accept other people as they were was innate and he missed that about you. He missed how easy it was to receive the kind of love and care that you gave and that he needed. Not that he wasn’t feeling cared for now, he definitely was, but it wasn’t the same as with you of course…no one was you. He snapped out of his thoughts when his phone started ringing loudly, cutting off the music he was running to.

“Hey man, what’s up?” He greeted Jeffrey who was on the other line.

“Hey H, how’d the meeting go?”

“Good. We set a schedule for the next couple of things so that’s squared away.”

“Excellent.” Jeffrey hummed, “Look man, I know you’re supposed to be taking off tomorrow but someone reached out to me from A24 about a possible Bowie bio pic. They’re really interested in talking to you about it.”

“I don’t know, Jeff…”

“I told them you might not be interested, but they were really insistent that you’d be great for the role and just wanted to pick your brain a bit. You definitely don’t have to commit to anything yet, they just want to talk to you about it.” He said and he hummed pensively.

“When’s the meeting?”

“They said Thursday of next week. They have this like vision board and a script they want to have you look over and whatnot.”

“Can it be sooner?”

“Nope. The director is on some remote site for another project now and will be back in town on Thursday.” Harry sighed upon hearing this.

“Fuck…fine. I’ll wait it out then. Can you get me another room then? I still have to check out of here tomorrow.”

“Yeah man, I’ll take care of it now and send the details over, alright?”

“Sounds good. Talk soon.”

“Yep, love you man. Bye.”

“Love ya’. Bye.” Harry said and then hung up.

Honestly, Harry had no interest in doing this film, he was certain they could get someone else, someone far better in his opinion. And he’d definitely watch it, but right now he had every interest in staying longer and getting to see you again. As reckless as it might be to see you with all of these feelings brewing in him, it was a need. It brought him back to old times, where even when you’d be busy, you’d do reckless things like stay extra days in a country just to be able to cross paths while you both worked. Or fly from one end of the US to the other just to have dinner…it was kind of an awful habit to just do things like that on a whim, but he felt that he could handle this. After all, old habits die hard and indulging in something that reminded him of how in love he was, despite the struggles, it was worth remembering.

***********

All throughout dinner so far you had been thinking of Harry. How maybe you should’ve made an alternate plan to see him after dinner. Like maybe grab coffee, or a glass of wine, perhaps visit your favorite ice cream shop…but you halted yourself when it got to the ice cream because that would be far too special for just a catch up. That’s the place you realized you were in love with him and surely the resurgence of those feelings would be strong, to say the least. 

“What’s going on, babe?” Sebastian asked you and you huffed.

“Just had a weird day.” You explained as you played with your food a bit more, hoping that your appetite would increase.

“Why’s that?”

“I ummm… I saw Harry.” You decided to just tell him straight up.

Sebastian had been someone you’d known for a while, ever since you were starting out. You would semi-frequently run into each other at open mic nights, karaoke bars, talent shows, scouting shows. You weren’t close friends or anything deep, you just had drinks with the other few people who were nice and chill and struggling to get their big break. Luckily, yours came quite swiftly and then you were out of that scene. He’d never gotten your number, but when you made it and your first song went #1 he did send you a fan letter, as he had no other way to reach you. And he was so happy for you and proud of you, and you reached out. That’s when you learned he was in talks with a label then too. He gave you his number and you started catching up a bit and then Harry happened and you friend zoned him (according to him, you had never really been interested like that). Once you got with Harry you were MIA for a bit, you just didn’t know who you could trust at the start since Harry was far more famous and super private about everything, understandably so. 

But then, Harry met all your friends, Seb included, and he saw how you were with Harry and he let go of whatever hope he had that you two could be together. He had shared that with you a bit after you’d gotten together. He just couldn’t believe that after dating someone as big as Harry you’d give him a chance. But in all fairness, anyone who had experienced you and Harry together could tell you how palpable your love was. How intense and dedicated you were to each other for the near five years you spent together. Lots of conversations started with a “When you guys get married…” and you wouldn’t bat an eye. Of course you wanted to get married and have a life together. All this to say that Sebastian knew what it meant or could mean for you to see Harry again. He had been there for all of it and now he was a bit scared…

“Today?” He asked and you nodded.

“Well, it was more of a running into type of situation than a deliberate seeing each other.” You explained.

“I see. Where?”

“At the studio. I was on my way out as he was coming in for something.”

“Are you okay?”

“I think so…I’m just…I don’t know, it brought up a lot of shit, you know?”

“I can imagine.”

“So that’s why I’m a bit…weird. I just…I don’t know. Like I saw him and I missed him, you know?”

“And does he miss you?”

“He said he does.” You shrugged, “I mean, I told him about you, so it wasn’t like that.” You emphasized, “But yeah, I just wasn’t expecting that.” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry.” He said reaching his hand out for yours and you took it as you glanced down to watch your hands connect.

“It’s fine.” 

“How long is he in town?”

“He leaves tomorrow morning. Asked me to dinner, that’s when I brought you up and said we had plans.” You smiled at him and he smirked.

“Oh wow…I mean, I would’ve understood if you ditched me for thee Harry Styles. But I appreciate you choosing to keep our plans.” He said with a slightly smug and victorious grin.

“Of course, babe.” You assured him with a smile.

But that didn’t mean that mentally you weren’t sitting across from Harry at the Roosevelt having an equally nice glass of wine and catching up over what the last couple years apart had been like for you.

*************

Harry very seldom used social media, especially for celebrity gossip purposes, but he found himself hunched over the table in his bedroom eating dinner alone while typing up your name in the Instagram search bar and going to the tags. Much like his, your instagram was now for professional use, so he knew there wouldn’t be anything personal to find there so he didn’t bother with your profile, hashtags were where it was at. And as soon as the page loaded, an avalanche of images came up. He went to the first one and it was a fan video, secretly taken of course, of you over dinner with your boyfriend. Sebastian?

“You’re dating Sebastian? That Hozier rip off? Really?!” He muttered to himself bitterly.

He watched the clip replay a few times.You two were clearly talking about something a bit serious as you weren’t smiling at first. But then he reached for your hand and you took it and smiled. He selfishly hoped you were talking about him just then… 

of course, he would hate it if someone took videos of him like that at a private dinner, but he now understood why people did it. It was better than just seeing it with your own two eyes. This was forever. He could sit there all night and watch as your lips slowly turned up towards the end and smiled at him. He could watch your hand reaching out to touch Sebastian’s. He could sit there and theorize about where this conversation was going…it could just be a serious topic of conversation, an amicable break up, some good news… Crumbs. That’s all these things were, just crumbs. He scrolled a bit and got to some other photos and videos of Sebastian at your shows, you at his shows, out and about…it was making his stomach twist up with jealousy and regret. 

Harry didn’t find that he got jealous much anymore, he felt more secure in himself and in his relationships, he had matured, a lot of things went into that. But a part of his heart would always belong to you and seeing you sharing your affection with someone else, it made him sick to his stomach. He scrolled down further, hoping to see something about you two but there was only disappointment. 

When you were together he was so fucking paranoid that the public would ruin what you had that there was no PDA, everything was so clandestine…you’d been papped alone a few times walking around together, at events, and a few other mundane situations but not like what you had with Sebastian over the last couple months. There were no pictures of you two holding hands, or smiling at each other the way you often did when you were alone or with trusted friends and family. There were no videos of you kissing in the corner of a dark party or side stage at a show…and whatever videos you had with each other…well, those had to go in case any of you ever got hacked or something. He did have a few pictures, but they were in his albums at home and probably scanned into a USB or something similar and it was just lying around collecting dust somewhere. He tried searching you two up and yeah, nothing. Just the couple things he knew of.

“Fucking ridiculous…” he mumbled with his mouth full as he went back to stalking you and Sebastian just a little bit longer. Sebastian had you all over his page; sure he was verified but he was still a smaller artist when compared to him or you, so he could afford to show a bit of his private life without people losing their heads over it.

Harry stopped when he started getting sad and also when a text from Tay came in responding to his news of his change of travel plans. Then he felt bad for lying, for staying longer than he needed to. But the sooner he went back home, the sooner he could forget all about you and what was and immerse himself in the world he lived in now. But then, the sooner he left the sooner he’d be without you close by. The sooner he’d be breathing someone else’s air…sure, there were millions of people in LA, but knowing that you were one of them did things to him.

…. A FEW DAYS LATER ….

If there was one thing you hated to do that Caitlyn loved to do, it was work out. You’d always been a bit lazy for it and did the bare minimum you could get away with. which was still excessive in your opinion, especially when you’d go with Caitlyn. One of her friends, Melissa, had invited the two of you to her friend’s new pilates studio and well, that was one of your hard limits. Barre and Pilates both were! Like what kind of sick fuck can bend that way? Is what you constantly thought to yourself as you’d literally have to have someone hold your body in certain positions to complete the routine.

Since Melissa knew Ilse, the owner of the studio, you were working out in a private studio, which you were eternally grateful for just to spare you from embarrassment at the very least. The last thing you wanted was to become an internet meme because you somehow got tangled up in a pilates machine.

“Alright, great form ladies and just hold a few more seconds…” Ilse hummed to you all. She was sweet to encourage you as if she weren’t currently holding you in position.

“What is going on out there? It’s getting loud.” Melissa pointed out, which made Ilse, turn as well.

“I’m going to go check it out.” She said releasing you from your position before rushing out of the smaller studio.

“Thank fuck.” You sighed as you just left your legs in the suspenders you’d been in for that position Ilse had you in.

“How you holding up?” Caitlyn asked with a grin.

“This is…terrible.” You confessed and you all laughed a bit. “Who wants to leave and feel like a wet noodle for three days after?” You whined.

“It feels great! I love the soreness.” Melissa said and you scoffed.

“You’re insane.” You said to Melissa.

“I am. Clinically.” She agreed and you laughed again at her joke. You was just laying there, legs still suspended in the air, at least this way you were getting good circulation. But mostly because you were afraid to move with how sore you already felt after just a half an hour of pilates. Then Ilse came back in capturing their attention.

“Harry Styles is here.” She said and this made Caitlyn turn to you quickly. You then attempted to sit up properly, “He’s gonna do his thing in here too so that no one bugs him.” she explained. You were still fighting to get up from your laying position with your legs suspended above you. Finally you got your foot out of the fucking loop and were trying to get the other one out before he came in, “Y/N, be careful.” Ilse warned as she started to make her way over to help. But she paused when the door opened behind her and in came Harry in a gray, long sleeve shirt and some tiny, navy blue shorts. You swallow thickly and pulled harder on the cable.

“Ilse, thank you so much for letting me join-” A small shriek interrupted Harry as he came into the private studio. They all saw you fall out of the machine and they hurried over and huddled above you. And there you were on the ground, one of your feet still stuck in the loop of the cable, leaving it extended high above the rest of your body. How humiliating… Your eyes met his and you saw as he rolled his lips together to prevent his laughter from spilling out. You’d always had an aversion to exercising as he recalled.

“Oh my god! Are you OK?!” Ilse asked you. And then you were bursting into laughter, causing Ilse’s shoulders to lose their tension. 

When your eyes met his again as you laughed he sputtered on his own laughter before it just spilled out of him and then your friends laughed along at your mishap as well. Harry was quick to step up and help you get your foot free and then Ilse helped you up.

“Thank you.” You said to Ilse and Harry with a warm face and bashful smile.

“Of course. Do you need ice or something?” Ilse asked and you shook her head.

“I’m fine. I’ll just sit the rest out. Do some free weights.”

“Real convenient, missy.” Caitlyn mumbled and you grinned. Harry soon greeted Caitlyn and then properly greeted Melissa.

“So how do you guys know each other?” She asked the three of you.

“Just industry friends.” You said quickly with a decisive nod and Harry glanced at you. Your eyes averted to Cailtyn’s who just looked to Harry after a few seconds.

“Cool, well let’s keep going then.” Ilse suggested. Since you had decided to just do some free wights across the room Harry took your spot as Ilse guided them through the rest of the routine. 

Harry was stealing glances. Not that you weren’t, but you were far more subtle about it. He couldn’t help it though. He knew her body just as well as he knew his own. And just watching you move was bringing back so many memories. He’s the one that discovered you had a birthmark right near the crook of your inner thigh. He’s the person who discovered that you had a group of freckles and beauty marks on your mid back that almost resembled the entire Orion constellation. He’s the person who knew that you hated that one of your boobs was “much smaller” than the other. He thought they were pretty symmetrical, but whatever. He knew every scar you had. He knew each tattoo, he’d been there for many of them. He knew that there was this one eyelash you had that always grew in a little crooked and he’d always help you pluck it out after you’d beg and beg because it ruined your mascara. He knew the shape you liked to pluck your eyebrows in. He knew the shape of your lips and the shade of your eyes. He knew everything there was to know about you. 

So yeah, he was looking and remembering all the little things about you that made you the beautiful, smart, talented, and unique person that you were. He hadn’t allowed himself to love and obsess over anyone like that ever again, it took too much out of him. Just you. 

“I thought you were supposed to leave a few days ago?” Caitlyn said. And well, if Caitlyn knew this, that meant you had talked about her to him.

“Something came up. Have another meeting on Thursday. S’for a film, the director isn’t back in town until then.” He elaborated.

“Ooh what film?”

“A possible Bowie biopic.” He said and she looked impressed.

“Nice. Are you interested in the project?” She asked just as you bent over to grab your water bottle and Harry got a little lost for a moment. 

He barely heard a word Caitlyn had said, he just watched you shamelessly. God, he missed that perfect, little body of yours. Seeing as Caitlyn was facing the mirror while she talked to him, she could see your reflection and obviously, what Harry was staring at. She loved you and Harry together, but the logistics were kind of fucked and you were stretching yourselves so thin, it was unhealthy. You hadn’t ended things because you weren’t in love; in fact, you were so in love that you couldn’t do that to each other anymore. You had tried to wait it out, but it was exhausting you two to degrees that just was a bit irresponsible for some of the biggest stars on the planet, so you went your own ways.

“She’s happy, you know?” Caitlyn said quietly and Harry’s eyes flickered away from you to hers. He sighed and nodded.

“I know.” He said, “With Sebastian?”

“She told you it was him?” Caitlyn asked. Harry had always been a little wary around Sebastian because it was fairly obvious to him that he had a thing for you. He never tried anything and was always respectful, but just that jealousy he felt over you was palpable. And it would make Harry be on high alert when you guys was around him.

“No. I had to…fucking look it up.” He admitted with slight irritation. Caitlyn snorted quietly on a laugh causing him to shoot her a glare. “Shut up.” He mumbled with a bashful smile as he smacked her with his towel on the leg.

“Ew! Unsanitary!” She scoffed through her sniggers.

“Fuck you, I haven’t even used it yet.” He chuckled. When their little fit died down she got serious again.

“You seem happy too.” 

“I…I am.” He nodded once, “But it’s her. She’s…” he trailed off as he glanced at you again, “She was it for me, you know?” He said with some sadness. “I don’t know…I just…wasn’t prepared to see her yet.” 

“That’s what she said too. Maybe it’ll always be that way? Like you guys had something extraordinary. It was special, some real soul mate shit, you know? Of course it’s going to be hard to get over. I literally thought that was all BS until I saw how you guys were together.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah.” He agreed.

“What do you want?”

“To just be around her.” He said and she hummed.

“Then be friends.” Caitlyn suggested and he immediately shook his head.

“I couldn’t…like I’m happy for her, but I don’t want to see it in my face. And I’m sure she feels the same about that. Seeing each other have everything we had and more? No way.”

“Then…I don’t know, Harry.”

“Can you just ask her i-if we could grab a coffee or talk or something?”

“Why don’t you ask her?”

“Because she’ll say no.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I do.” He said, “What if she thinks I’m just trying to…to make her doubt or something?”

“She knows you’d never hurt her and you know she’d never hurt you.”

“I know, but what if…”

“What if you guys do something stupid like cheat?” Caitlin asked bluntly and he nodded. “Well then that’s up to you guys.” she said simply, “I did tell her it was probably good that she couldn’t have dinner with you the other night…I could see something happen during a moment of weakness. All that attraction and love you guys still have for each other…I mean, I can’t see either of you walking away without someone getting hurt if you’re not overly cautious. Maybe it’s a temptation or maybe it’s what needs to happen to open that door again…I don’t know, H. But if you do want to see her again just be careful with your hearts and those of the others you’re involved with now.” She admonished and he nodded.

“You’re right.” He said and glanced down at his knees instead of at you. “I don’t want to fuck anything up for her.”

“And what about you?”

“I’m already fucked.” He chuckled breathily with sadness in his eyes.

************

When their session was over you all said their goodbyes. Harry headed back into the locker rooms to have a shower though, so he didn’t walk out with you three. You had gone to have some breakfast at Melissa’s house and were in the middle of eating when your phone pinged. When you picked it up from the table you saw “Harry” on the text notification and you locked it and set it down with a pounding heart. Caitlyn looked to you with a knowing glance and you sighed and went back to your food. Melissa was cool, she was an influencer who was dabbling in TV, which is how she met Caitlyn. But you weren’t really personal friends with her yet so you didn’t feel like bringing Harry up right now. You could talk to Caitlyn about it on your way home.

As soon as you were in the car you looked at his text and smiled at the screen. Harry was sweet, a bit of an over-thinker, but you loved that about him. He was thoughtful of how he wanted to be perceived and how he came across.

“Did he ask to see you?” Caitlyn asked and you nodded and locked your phone before taking off. You sat in silence for just a few minutes before Caitlyn turned to you. “So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” You confessed. “If I see him…alone…” you sighed, “s’just that after seeing him I realized I still feel too much for him.” You explained. “I don’t want to fuck things up with Seb or hurt him in any way.  Like you know that I care about him. So much. But this is Harry, you know? Do you think Seb’ll understand if I want to meet up with Harry?” You asked and Caitlyn sighed.

“Girl, I don’t know…but after speaking a bit with Harry I don’t know if it’s a good idea.” She said and you frowned.

“What did he say?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“He’s just…hanging on by a thread I think.” She said and you frowned. “Like you’re both in relationships, good ones, that seem to make you guys happy. And I mean…you guys are each other’s weakness, you know? And I care about you both so much and I don’t want you to accidentally do something that you’ll regret and hate yourselves for. Like I get it, you miss each other, but would tempting fate fix things or make them worse?” She asked and you sighed.

“You’re right. You’re so right.” You agreed.

“He knows you’re with Sebastian.” Caitlyn said and you turned to her for a moment with confusion.

“How?”

“He was looking you up online or something is what he said.” Upon hearing that you giggled and Caitlyn started to chuckle as well. Before you knew it, you were both laughing hard at how crazy that was. Him scouring the internet to find information about you? “If Harry internet lurks you can too. You’re missing out…” Caitlyn said after your laughing spell had died down.

“Yeah, no thanks. I have some dignity.” You grinned and Caitlyn rolled her eyes. 

**************

Harry waited and waited. And waited well into the night for Y/N to respond to his text. He had no idea if you’d even read it. Maybe you had changed your number and he’d texted someone else by mistake. He was getting antsy, he was only in town for four more days. So he did a double text, just to verify that it was still your number and when no response came after another 10 minutes he just settled against his pillows and pulled out the book he had brought along with him. He wasn’t even hungry anymore after that disappointment.

**************

Sebastian had come over to your house for dinner at the last minute and now you were just washing up your dishes from that when he came into the kitchen glowering at you.

“What the matter?” You asked with some concern and he brought your phone up to your face so that you could see what had him so upset. You pouted a bit when you read Harry’s second text, he was just asking if it was still your number. You felt bad for leaving him on read now.

“You saw him again today and he asked you out again?” Sebastian asked with irritation. He had every right to be irritated without context, but the explanation would easily appease his anger.

“I didn’t plan to see him. Me and the girls were at pilates and he showed up at that studio. I have no control over where he goes! What was I supposed to do? Leave?” You asked him and he sighed, “The trainer had him come work out in the studio with us because people were flocking him. But when he came over I even left to do strength training instead. Ask Caitlyn! I didn’t even talk to him!” You said quickly as he searched your eyes. The fear and panic in them made him doubt you. “He just wants to catch up.” You said as he set your phone down on the counter with a sigh.

“I want to believe you but-”

“Then believe me, Sebastian!” You said with exasperation as you shut the water off and took off the rubber gloves you were wearing. “The evidence is there on my phone. I haven’t even answered him!” You pointed out and he sighed.

“Why is he so determined of doing this? Doesn’t he have a girlfriend to hang out with?” 

“It’s just…a lot seeing each other after so long. He probably just wants to reconnect and be friends? Maybe if I just talk to him-”

“I don’t want you talking to him, Y/N.” Sebastian said and you frowned. “I don’t trust him and I don’t like how pushy he’s being about this.”

“He’s not being pushy…” you sighed.

“He is! You left him on read and he doesn’t take the fucking hint.” Sebastian argued.

“Well maybe if I just respond and explain that you’re not comfortable with us meeting up alone then he’ll-”

“Oh, don’t put this on me.” Sebastian cut you off.

“Well you’re the one who’s upset over this, Seb. I honestly wasn’t even going to respond to him!”

“If you’re not going to respond just delete the message and block the number.” He insisted, handing your phone over. You frowned as you glanced down at it in your hands and then up at him.

“No, Seb. I’m not blocking him for no real reason!” You pushed back.

“Your boyfriend being upset over it is a real reason, Y/N. He wants you back! Why can’t you see that?” He groaned in frustration.

“No, he doesn’t. He just wants to talk and catch up!” You countered.

“Well I don’t care what he wants, Y/N. I don’t want you to see him. I forbid it!” He put his foot down and you scoffed. 

“You forbid it? What the fuck? Who are you to tell me who I can and can’t see in my free time, Seb? I think I’ve respected you and our relationship by leaving it and not answering him. I even told you when I first saw him-”

“Only because I asked! And now again, you see him and don’t say anything about it until I see these texts!”

“One sided texts!” You added and he shook his head.

“I waited my turn and I chose to be with you, Y/N. And right now you need to choose me back.” He said and you sighed as you started growing anxious and frustrated.

“I’m with you, Seb! I already chose you! There’s nothing for me to choose right now! You’re the one putting Harry in the middle of us right now.” You argued.

“You’re honestly telling me that if he says he wants you back you wouldn’t hesitate to choose me over him? You’d just tell him to fuck off?” He asked and you frowned.

“That’s… that’s a silly thing to think. Why are you even arguing hypotheticals, Seb? This will get us nowhere-”

“Tell me, now. Who would you choose, Y/N?” He insisted more seriously and you shook your head.

“I’m not playing this stupid game with you, Seb.” You said as you crossed your arms. Holding your position.

“You refusing to make a choice over this speaks fucking volumes, Y/N.” He said with disappointment before he stormed out of the kitchen. You took a second to let your mind try and catch up with how all of this went south so quickly. Once you were up to speed you hurried over to the front door where he was sliding his feet into his shoes.

“Where are you going?” You asked him with welled up eyes and he refused to answer you. “Sebastian!” You raised your voice.

“I’m done.” He seethed, finally responding to you, “I’m done playing second fiddle to him, Y/N.” He said pointedly before leaving your place with a loud thud of the door slamming. 

You groaned into your hands and your tears started rolling down your cheeks. You were so fucking angry at him and at Harry…it was making you boil over as you returnedd to the kitchen and grabbed your phone and called him. He didn’t pick up, you tried again after a few moments and it went straight to voicemail. You were so angry at him you almost threw your phone at the wall. But before you could, you decided to make another call, this one to Harry.

“Y/N?” He answered almost right away and before you could berate him for his texts you started to sniffle, “Hey? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked softly. His voice was drenched with concern.

“Seb saw your texts and I think he just broke up with me.” You whimpered as more tears started to fall. You started to sob a bit harder and just dropped yourself on the couch. Harry felt awful…he hadn’t meant to stir up trouble for you, he just missed you.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t think I said anything bad or suspicious.” He apologized.

“You didn’t. He just thinks you’re…trying to get me back. He asked me to block you and I said no because that’s stupid. We’re fucking grown ups, you know?”

“Yeah.” He hummed as he listened.

“And he…he asked me if you wanted to get back together with me, if I would I choose him over you.” You said and he bit his lip.

“What’d you say?”

“I didn’t say anything! I told him he was being ridiculous for bring up hypotheticals like that. Like what would we gain from that, you know? And he got more angry and said that not choosing was basically choosing…”

“I see how he came to that conclusion. I mean…it makes it seem like…he wouldn’t like the choice you’d make.” He explained.

“Well it’s not like that! I just…I don’t know, Harry.” You said before gasping for air as you started to cry harder. Harry wished he could be there to hold you and tell you everything would be fine. He’d just let you get it out for a little bit.

“I’m really sorry for stirring up trouble for you, love.” Harry apologized with full sincerity. 

“It’s alright.” You whispered as your crying diminished.

“It’s not…I should’ve taken the fucking hint. I just miss you and want to spend time with you before I go. I was upset that you didn’t answer me after this morning. I should’ve just left it alone and-”

“I miss you too, H.” You cut him off. You sniffled as you just stared up at the ceiling. “Fucking ridiculous amounts.” You added and he smiled.

“Me too.” He agreed.

“I’m sorry for not responding to you. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. S’just that after talking to Caitlyn about it I just got a little…scared I guess. Like…what if we like have a moment of weakness and do something fucked up and-”

“Love, no.” he responded even if he had the same fear as her.

“Is is that crazy to think about? We obviously still share a lot of feelings for each other and I would hate to…to mess anything up for you if I…if I’m not strong enough.” You explained.

“If anyone’s not strong enough here it’s me.” He said and you smiled, “God…like…I don’t know if wanting to see you is wrong or not and I don’t care. All I know is that you mean a lot to me and I’ve missed you.”

“Enough to lurk me on the internet?” You asked with a smile and he sighed.

“Fucking Caitlyn…” he chuckled and you laughed. “So pathetic.” Muttered lowly.

“S’not…” you appeased him.

“So you’ve done it too?” He asked hopefully.

“No way.” You said quickly and he chuckled, “It’s not because I’m not curious I just…I don’t want t-to see you with her.” You admitted and a silence came over you two for several moments as the information settled. “And well, it’s not even about her really, it’s just…you I guess.” You confessed, “It’s such an ugly feeling.” You explained with a frown, “It makes my stomach hurt and it makes me annoyed and my chest feels heavy and like-”

“You get jealous.” He said and you sighed. You’d never been of the jealous kind. Specially not with Harry, you knew that even God would have to kill one of you to keep you apart. There was no chance of straying from each other. So this feeling festering inside of you was absolutely foreign to you and you never wanted it again. You’d seen a photo of them briefly on some gossip website when a friend had sent a link about some crazy rumor they’d written about you. It was a suggestion for another article read at the bottom of the article about you. The photo above the title was of them two, you only saw it quickly before you closed out of the tab, never wanting to see it again. But god, it was truly such an ugly feeling. You literally felt it growing out of your heart and infecting your…you’d been moody the rest of that day; it was awful.

“Yeah, I guess I do…feel jealous.” You admitted and he bit his lip for a second.

“While I was lurking instagram the other day? I saw a video of you and Sebastian kissing at some concert of his. At the side of the stage?” He said.

“Yeah?” You asked and he sighed.

“Yep. I-it made me so…mad. Like a helpless kind of mad. And then sad.” He said and you frowned, “It made me sad because we didn’t have that. I hate that I kept you so hidden…I should’ve been less afraid of the public, of the fans, of all the external bullshit that fucks with my head. I wish people could’ve see how happy we were. Wish they could’ve see how much we love each other.” He said and you felt your stomach flip when he said that. He didn’t say “how much we loved each other”, he said “love”, present tense, as in right now. It felt good to hear but it also scared you because you realized that you too were hanging on by a thread.

“You know, I kinda love that it’s just between us. Like back then it was tough to hide like that, but now I appreciate it more. I felt…safe and protected and normal when we were together, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s true.” He hummed. “Do you ever think about us?” He asked meekly.

“Of course I do. A lot of the time…” you said with a smile. “Like early last year, Seb opened for someone at the Forum and he like…fell in love with it.”

“Rightfully so, s’the perfect venue.” He said and you hummed.

“Literally. So he bought us club passes and we went to see John Mayer like a few months later and we had the same exact seats that we had for Elton John. Remember?”

“Oh, god…do I…” he laughed and you started to laugh as well. “And Jeffrey had to get them to delete the video of us sneaking into the family bathroom, remember?” He started chuckling.

“Oh, I remember.” You giggled. 

“At least we was fast…”

“We weren’t. We were in there for almost half an hour.” You pointed out.

“Were we?” He asked in shock and you laughed.

“Yeah! You said you wanted to to enjoy it or something like that. And when I said we should go home then you said-”

“And miss Elton John?” He cut her off and you laughed as you nodded.

“Literally, you paused, mid-fuck. Like mid thrust, Harry.” You cackled as he laughed loudly over the line, “As if we weren’t already missing the best bits anyway…” you said and he smiled as the laughter died down. “I’d never done anything in public like that before.” You said, “You tainted me.” You joked.

“Yeah, you tell yourself that. Whatever helps you sleep at night, love.” He chuckled and bit his lip as he recalled how you were biting down on his shirt to contain your sounds. He had no idea what had gotten into him that night, all he recalls is the you were wearing this perfume that was so intoxicating, he just wanted to be buried against your neck. Kissing you, inhaling that sweet and warm scent that made his head spin. He was touching you in some way the whole fucking time until he sneakily brought his fingers up your skirt and touched you over her underwear slowly until you were drenched for him. He shifted a bit when he felt his cock hardening up in his sweats at the memory of what happened afterwards in that bathroom.

“OK, thanks…just a funny little story to lighten up the mood.” You said and he hummed.

“I want to see you.” He said decidedly and you bit your lip.

“I don’t know if we should, H.”

“Right now. Just FaceTime.” He said and you shot up.

“Harry, no…I’m all snotty and shit-”

“Well if we’re not going to see each other in person before I go at least like this. Please, love.” He said and you sighed as you wiped your eyes a bit before the request to FaceTime came in and you accepted and seconds later there you were. Face to face. You stayed quiet for a few moments, just looking at each other, the air was tense with all of the thoughts and feeling being left unsaid.

“I do want to see you.” You said, finally breaking the silence and he hummed. He was in bed, his free arm was pulled back, supporting his head and he was clearly topless from what you could see. 

“Yeah?” He smiled.

“Of course. I just…feel like it’s asking for trouble.”

“Why?” He chuckled.

“Because! I mean, look at you just now.” You said with a giggle and he glanced down a bit and smirked.

“How do you think I felt today at the gym?”

“I was working out!”

“And I’m just laying in bed.” He responded simply. 

“This is bad, H.”

“What is?” He chuckled.

“The way I’m…looking at you and thinking about you.” You said softly.

“And what way is that?” He asked and you shook her head bashfully as he smiled a bit, “It’s not like I’m not thinking the same things about you…” He responded and you bit your lip nervously. “Earlier today I was remembering how I found your birthmark.” He said with a placid smile.

“Didn’t even know it was there…”

“You’re welcome by the way.” He hummed and you rolled her eyes at him playfully. “When did you move out of your flat?” He asked changing the subject. He just assumed as he didn’t recognize your surroundings.

“Last year. Finally could afford a house. S’small for the area, three bedrooms. Very English cottage/craftsman style, original architecture. Obviously, the inside is renovated, but the external structure is in great shape.” You described and he smiled. “It reminded me of the houses in the country we saw when we visited your family together up north? The ones with the brick exteriors.” You said and he nodded and smiled, “It has a lovely front garden…there are tons of windows so the sun shines in nearly all afternoon. And the garage was turned into like a studio apartment and I’m planning to renovate it into a little music studio once I save up enough.”

“That sounds really nice. So where are you at now?” He asked.

“West Hollywood west.” You said and his eyes widened.

“No way. Dude, I am like down the street from you right now.” He chuckled and you smiled.

“Oh! Really?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t extend my stay at the Roosevelt so Jeffrey moved me to the SLS on La Cienega.” He explained, “I could literally jog to you if I wanted.” He chuckled and you smiled and bit your lip for a moment. It was already dark out…so no one would see him…

“Would you really?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, of course! Had to skip my cool down cardio today because there were too many people at the gym.” He said and you thought about it for a moment. 

Harry was ready to jump out of bed and throw some clothes on and run out if you said he could. He just wanted to be around you again. Even talking like this was nice, just getting to see your expressions and watch you form your thoughts and listen to him.

“Maybe you running over here is not a great idea…” you said when you heard a police siren down the street. He tried to mask his disappointment at this but nodded, “I could pick you up?” You suggested instead.

“Uh yeah, that’s cool too.”

“Do you have any plans tomorrow?”

“No, just work out and hanging out in the area.”

“OK, so no strict curfew.” You smiled and he shook his head.

“Nope.”

  “Ok. Ummm, I’m gonna try to call Seb again and let him know.”

“Does he stay with you?” Harry asked.

“No, he actually lives in Pasadena.”

“Ooh…” Harry exclaimed with a scrunch in his face, “That’s a commute just because of the traffic.”

“I know. It’s not really that far, but man he has to take all the shitty freeways.” You said, “I think he probably went home after we argued. But I just want to let him know that I’m having you over just to avoid any issues.” You explained and he nodded. He loved that about you, you’d always been really considerate like that and it made him smile that you were still that way.

“Oh yeah, of course. I should probably do the same.” He said and you smiled.

“OK. I’ll text you my ETA when I’m heading out.”

“Sounds good.” He nodded and then you hung up.

You tried calling Sebastian a couple times before giving up and going to finish the dishes you had started on, maybe he’d call back. You finished up and still no response from Seb. Then you packed up the leftovers and still he had not called you back. You sighed and just called again, killing a bit of time by going around the house, lighting some of the candles you had out. But as it rang out to his voicemail once again you decided to just leave a message.

“Hey babe.” You started out, “I just wanted to say I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings earlier. It’s just that…Harry is really important to me and I miss him, OK? I miss getting to be his friend and he just wants to reconnect a bit, OK? His hotel is like 2 miles away from the house and he’s going to come here for a bit. I’m not sure if you’re on the road home or just went out somewhere nearby, so I’m just letting you know in case you want to come by whenever. I love you, Seb. Bye.” You finished and then hung up. You then texted Caitlyn just to let her know what happened and assured her you’d call the following day to catch her up on everything. By that time it had been about 20 minutes and you texted Harry to let him know you were on your way.

Harry was relieved to hear back from you with your ETA. After it took more than five minutes for you to get back to him he decided to have a quick shower so that he wouldn’t have to do it if he got back too late. He was so nervous, he felt like his heart would beat out of his chest at getting to be with you again. And when it got to two minutes of you arriving he made his way down to the lobby. He was quick as he scurried out and just as he was walking past the valet you pulled up to the curb.

“Uber for Garry?” You called out the passenger window with a playful grin and he laughed as he opened up the door and settled in.

“Hi.” He greeted you, his smile wide.

“Hi.” You responded and then you bit your lip to avoid smiling like Demi Lovato in Camp Rock. You were far too happy, you just needed a second to gather yourself. You were just taking each other in for a moment before someone honked at you and you jumped as the harsh sound startled you both. “Jesus…Sorry.” You mumbled before you started peeling away from the pick up area. Harry was chuckling beside you and you just rolled your eyes at him as he poked a bit of fun.

“How’d it go with Seb.” He asked, changing the subject.

“It didn’t…that’s why I took so long. Tried him a bunch of times while I finished cleaning up after dinner. Gave him a bit to call back and he didn’t so I left him a message. I did tell him that he could drop by whenever just to…see for himself that it’s fine.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

“Yeah…I just don’t get where all this suddenly came from. Like, I’ve been straight up about everything since I saw you last week and he was fine about it.”

“Maybe he’s just jealous.”

“Well yeah, but that doesn’t mean he has to distrust me.” You said and he nodded.

“That’s true. Well look, let’s not worry about it now. We can have a nice time and catch up…” He smiled and you nodded.

“Have you eaten dinner?”

“Nope.”

“Should I stop somewhere? Or there’s food at the house if you want that.” You said and he nodded.

“Yeah, that’s alright.” He smiled and you nodded. “Do you still cook a lot?” He asked and you smiled and nodded.

“Oh yeah, avidly. The kitchen continues to be my happy place.” You confirmed. “Caitlyn is on this vegan kick until next Thanksgiving, so I’ve been trying out a bunch of new stuff that she’s recommended I learn to cook for her.” you explained with a smile, “Seb is losing his mind about it though, all he eats is brown rice, chicken, and fish.” You explained, “Tonight I made like a veggie stir fry type of thing? With zucchinis and other types of squash, carrots, mushrooms, bell peppers, and some beyond ground beef.…”

“That sounds excellent.” he said and you smiled.

“I thought so too! Never thought I’d have to persuade a grown man into eating that many vegetables.” You said of Seb and Harry chuckled.

“I don’t even want to know what that means…” he mumbled jokingly as he glanced out the window and you laughed. 

“Not like that…” you giggled.

“Sure…sure.” Harry hummed as he side eyed you, who just shook you head in response. “Well you don’t have to persuade me. Though I’m not sure if I should just have you persuade me depending on what you’re persuading people with.” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“I promised to make his favorite meal next time. That was the persuasion.” You clarified and he chuckled.

“I mean, I’ll still take that…do you even remember-”

“Of course! Branzino al Limone. How could I forget?” You asked with a smile as you glanced to him briefly, and he grinned in satisfaction. “Perfected the recipe last time I went to Italy actually.” 

“Why? For me?” He asked smugly.

“Ummm, because it’s good?! Also it was one of the dishes in the cooking course I completed there.” You said and he chuckled.

“Well that’s good.” 

“Yeah.” You smiled. 

You and Harry bonded a lot over food, it was basically one of your biggest love languages in your relationship. You loved learning together and you taught him a lot of the things he now knew. You wanted to ask if he cooked for his girlfriend…he probably did, it was part of his charm, part of the wooing process. He invited his love interest over to his and made you his perfected risotto al pomodoro and then had the other person involved in helping with dessert and while that went in the oven you’d kill some time by…well, you reckoned anyone would know what you filled that time with. It was basically straight out of a romcom. He even did it for you when you started dating. But you were much younger then so it was all the more impressive that a man pulled out all the stops like that.

You then wondered if she cooked for him as well. Did she do things better than you or was he left wanting just a bit more, forced to remember you every time she took a stab at his favorites? Or did they even do that for each other in this relationship? You wanted to know about it, but at the same time you knew that any knowledge of how his relationship worked with someone else wouldn’t really benefit you in any way. As long as he was happy, that was all you needed to know.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” He suddenly asked when you grew quiet.

“Nothing, just ummm, just thinking.” You said as you glanced at him quickly, “We’re nearly there.” You said and he nodded as you turned down to a residential street. The houses there looked to be of an older build, but they were still very beautiful. There was the odd bright white millennial cement block people were obsessed with currently, but other than that, the neighborhood you were in seemed to embrace the older LA architecture for the most part. “S’that one there in the corner.” You pointed to your right and he smiled as he saw your little corner house.

“God it even looks like England…so much green!” He chuckled happily as he glanced at you briefly before looking back as you got closer. 

Yeah, whoever lived there before her absolutely covered the property in plants. The entire front of the property was lined with a hedge that he assumed was his shoulder height or so. And then running diagonally through the front lawn was a little path of steps to get up to the front door, it was lined at each side by some of those little stake lights and blocked off by a little iron gate. You had some free driveway for guests and then another gate to close off the access to the backyard.

“Let me open up the gate,” you said as you unbuckled your seatbelt, “My control is out of batteries and then I bought the wrong-”

“I got it. I want to snoop your lawn.” He said as he unfastened his own seatbelt and you smiled.

“Yeah sure. The gate code’s-”

“Your birthday?” He asked with a knowing smile and you chuckled, “Still your birthday?!” He asked teasingly and you shrugged. “Oh, I’ve missed you…” he hummed quietly, smiling to himself now as he hopped out of the car and walked over to the little keypad at the far end of the gate. “Six digit and pound I assume?” He called out in question.

“Yes!” You shouted and he gave you a thumbs up before entering the numbers. Just a second later the wooden gate started to open inward, allowing you to drive in and he allowed himself to then wander down to the sidewalk where he unlatched the gate to get up to the front door.

It was so pretty out there. There was a a flower garden against the gate on the right side  and thanks to the LA weather they were still in bloom. He could even smell some of the lavender planted there. He followed the path up to the well lit front door and smiled as he saw the beautiful deep teal colored door. There was a big window to some room in the home, possibly the living room, though he couldn’t really make out what it was to because of the thin curtain over it so he just focused back on the door. He just couldn’t get over the color. Then at the foot of the door he spotted a welcome mat reading “Sup. I’m mat.” And Harry immediately burst into laughter and glanced around again to see some wind chimes dangling off of the corner of the drop off of the roof. The grass was well kept and there seemed to be plenty of space to sit out here if you wanted to in the evenings when it cooled down…

“What’s so funny?” You suddenly asked and he turned around to see you coming up the steps.

“Mat.” He said pointing to the welcome mat and you giggled.

“Oh right…$10 if you guess who got me that as a housewarming gift…” you said and he chuckled.

“Oh Caitlyn…I’ve missed her too.” He said and you sniggered. “I really like the color of your door.” He complimented.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“And the yard is so nice and lush. Love the hedges.”

“Yeah? I’m thinking of getting rid of the hedges.” You shared.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Like I like them for privacy but it just seems so closed off to me.”

“I can see that…What does Sebastian think?”

“Who cares? He doesn’t live here.” You sniggered and he chuckled and nodded.

“Well personally, I’d keep ‘em. You’re so close to Sunset that when people find out this is your home there are bound to be TMZ tour busses rolling to a stop every hour and a half.” He said and you sighed as you realized her was right, “Besides, it just kinda feels like your own little world with them, you know? Almost like secret garden type vibes.” He said as he looked around the area again and you smiled.

“Well thank you for your input, I will consider it.” You assured and he smiled, “Alright, lets get inside.” You said and keyed your way in. You had one of those keypad doors as well because losing keys was your hidden talent.

“Oh wow, this is so nice!” Harry complimented as he looked around inside.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you slipped out of her shoes and he did the same. “Want a tour?”

“Yeah!” He agreed eagerly. 

With that confirmation you first guided him down the hallway towards the master bedroom and let him wander around in there for a bit. It had a door to the backyard as well so he looked out there and let her talk about her plans for her little studio before you wandered into the bathroom and closet. He was obsessed with her shower and even snapped some pictures to see if he could do something like that at his place. Then you went to the guest bedrooms to look around in there, and then you stopped in the living room on their way to the kitchen.

“Hey! That’s mine! I think…” He smiled brightly and pointed at a painting of an array of colorful, small and silly, misshapen faces. He walked up to the wall in the living room with tons of art hung on it and studied that one.

“Oh yeah, it is one of yours.” You smiled, “I found it when I was cleaning out my storage unit!”

“God, I was so fucking high when I painted that…” he recalled and chuckled as he shook his head.

“Were you?” You chuckled and he nodded, glancing back at you for a moment before he looked back to the painting.

“Can’t believe I even gave it to you. It was a secret Santa gift, wasn’t it?” He asked as he turned back towards you, fully this time and you nodded with a smile in response to his question. “It’s pretty cool. M’glad you kept it.” He said more softly.

“Of course I did. I love it. It really catches the eye. S’the one people ask about the most actually. Especially when they see the signature.” You said and he chuckled.

“You’ve got a lot of cool pieces.” He added.

“Thank you.”

“Can’t believe we never even went to a museum together.” he said as he turned back to the wall. “Such a shame…”

“Hey, maybe one day.” You said and he smiled as he turned back to you, “Alright, lets get you fed.” You said.

“Yes, please!” He concurred and followed you through to the kitchen. 

You fixed him a plate and told him to feel free to keep looking around the house while it warmed up. You checked your phone again and Seb had not even sent a text in response yet. You were getting worried now, maybe he was serious when he said he was done. You still didn’t think you’d done anything horribly wrong, he had been quite demanding and unreasonable in your opinion. 

When Harry came back into the kitchen to find you staring at your phone he frowned.

“Hey, everything alright?” His presence startled you a bit, but you nodded quickly.

“Yeah.” You assured and he looked at you skeptically, “I swear. I was just checking to see if Seb got back to me yet.”

“He hasn’t?” He asked and you shook your head as you set your phone down and turned to the microwave to grab his plate. When you turned back he sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Har.”

“But it is…if I hadn’t insisted t-to have some time with you then maybe-”

“I wanted to have time with you too.” You reminded and slid the plate over to him across the counter and he settled into one of the stools along the island. You then turned around to grab him a fork. Once he had it in his hand he quickly started eating.

“This is delicious.” He moaned with a partially full mouth, “Missed how you cook.” He tagged on happily and you smiled.

“Glad you like it.” You hummed and then started to pack the leftovers back up again. “Do you want some wine or water? I also have Cutwaters, which are quite traumatizing but-”

“Are you gonna have that?” He asked.

“I will if you will.” You said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, alright. What flavor?”

“S’the Long Island ones.” You said with a slight grimace and he mirrored your expression.

“Do you have a death wish?” He asked and you sniggered.

“There were gifted to me with a PR package, OK? Didn’t just want to throw ‘em out.”

“God…just one though, those are alarmingly strong.” He reminded.

“Oh, I know…I hardly even drink anymore apart from the occasional glass of wine. I might only have a cocktail, two max, at events but it’s pretty rare now. So one will definitely do it for me.” You chuckled and he did as well as you turned back to the fridge to open up the box. You came around to the stools and set the cans down and then sat in the spot beside him. “So what did you girlfriend say?” You asked against your better judgment but you had to know.

“About?” He asked, glancing to you before taking another bite of food.

“Us. Hanging out tonight.” You clarified and he hummed.

“Oh! I ummm, I just decided not to mention it to her.” He confessed a bit shamefully, “I was going to but I’m not sure of what her reaction would be and that scared me a bit. And either way, I would’ve come seen you regardless of her opinion about it, so if she’d gotten angry well, I didn’t want to lie and pretend I wasn’t gonna see you on top of making her angry…” he rationalized his decision and then went back for another bite of food.

“A lie of omission is still a lie…” you hummed and he shrugged.

“Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.” He mumbled and you sighed and nodded. “I-is that bad?” He asked.

“What?” You asked.

“That I don’t care what she’d think of us reconnecting.” He said and you sighed.

“I think, in a black and white world the answer is yes, but it’s not. And more than that, I mean, it’s us. It feels wrong to be strangers.” You said and he nodded. “But I mean, in a way it’s good that she’s new in your life because she doesn’t really know how we were together, you know? So she has nothing to worry about. Not that there is anything to worry about at the moment, but if she’s on the insecure side then it could cause her some concern.”

“Like Seb.” He said. Not meaning to, but instinctually having to point it out.

“Yeah, I guess so…” you sighed.

“Maybe he does have something to worry about?” Harry said and you turned to him with a furrow in your brows and then his arched up, “Not with me! Sorry that came out wrong, forget I said anything. Sorry.” He rushed out and took another bite of food.

“If not about you then what?” You asked him as he chewed and he shook his head.

“Just forget it. I misspoke.” He mumbled after swallowing it down.

“H, don’t- don’t do that to me.” You said lowly as you looked into his eyes and he sighed.

“I just…just don’t take what I say to heart, OK? I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.” He prefaced and you nodded, “S’just something a friend told me about their overly jealous and insecure partner that came to mind. She said that often times those people are so worried about what their partners are doing as a form of…projection.” He said and your eyes softened and you looked down at the counter as the implication of what he was saying weighed on you. “Those kinds of people are often paranoid about their own hidden secrets or agendas being uncovered that they try and-” he stopped when he saw you pick up your can and chug it down for a few seconds before setting it down.

Your chest was rising and falling hard as you caught your breath. You weren’t sure if your throat was stinging from the overload of carbonation you’d just gulped down or from fighting off the knot seeking to lodge itself in it. You hadn’t considered that before. Maybe you were naive, but you always trusted that your partners had your best interest at heart. Though you had been cheated on twice by the same person in the past, this was right before you met Harry. And well, things with Harry had been so great that you were largely able to overcome your trust issues over the course of your relationship with him. You healed from it, but now it seemed like it was maybe a thing again.

“Hey,” Harry spoke softly and grabbed your hand and you turned to him, “I know Seb, he wouldn’t do that to you.” He said with certainty, “He was in love with you for five years, maybe more, and never did a thing about it but wait his turn.” He said and you blinked a few times and nodded, “I’m telling you, it just came to mind but I shouldn’t have said anything. It doesn’t- it’s not the same situation.” He emphasized.

“Maybe we’re wrong for this. Maybe we just need t-to let it go. The past is the past, there’s no need to stir up trouble in our present lives over something that clearly wasn’t…wasn’t meant to be.” You said quietly instead and he frowned.

“You can’t believe we weren’t meant to be, Y/N. Of course we were.” He insisted with conviction.

“Then why did we give up?”

“Bad timing.” He said simply.

“Well aren’t you happy right now? As things are.”

“Sure.” He said, “A-are you?”

“I am…I mean, I know I could be happier, but I’m getting there. And it’s not because of you or anything like that, it’s just that Seb and I are still a bit new. And we have a lot more work to do on how our relationship works, clearly.” You said with a smile and he smiled as well and reached for his own drink.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked and you nodded.

“Desperately.” You said and he smiled.

“Yeah, we can talk about it then.” He assured.

“OK, you finish up here. I’m going to get my makeup off and out of these clothes.”

“Yeah love, take your time.” He assured and you smiled and hurried off. 

Harry finished eating in silence, debating on whether he should tell Tay about coming over to your place or not. Maybe you had a point, she wouldn’t freak out about it like Seb did because she hadn’t seen you guys at your peak. She didn’t know how it had been between you two to be worried about anything happening. And as that thought crossed his mind it then dawned on him that maybe he was also right, about the projecting thing. Maybe he was projecting this feeling of disapproval and rejection from her because he knew he was in the wrong for this. He knew that being here with the person he wholeheartedly believed was his soulmate was such a test…

His own lyrics then came to mind, “my hand’s at risk, I fold”. He’d written that about you all those years ago. He felt then that you’d both put so much into your love, you’d both bet on it with everything you had only for you guys to realize that it wasn’t panning out how you hoped. So you both just pulled out of it before you could get anymore hurt or suffer any more losses. Had folding been a mistake? That was a question that was constantly orbiting in his mind. Had you guys held on a bit longer, would things have suddenly turned around like you’d been betting they would the whole time? Had you guys been too hasty with giving up? That’s what it felt like to him, giving up. He hated giving up. He had felt defeated for so long

and maybe he was here because he was supposed to be. Running into you like he did, talk about the luck of the draw…what were the odds? He dwelled on that thought as he washed his dishes and dried them up. And then he picked up your can of Cutwater to weigh out how much catching up he needed to do and then did just that. He groaned in disgust at the sweet and bitter after taste and then grabbed your can again and made his way to your living room. He set them down on coasters you had at your coffee table and then went to the window to pull the thicker curtains over your window. 

“Hey, can I use the fireplace?” He shouted out and after a few seconds he heard you shout back a yes. So he quickly got a fire going, it was just a comfort thing he supposed. He loved the sound of the crackling firewood and the smell of it burning slowly over the open flame. He got it going and then moments later you came in, your feet in your slippers and your body warmed up in some yoga pants and a crewneck.

“Sorry I took so long.” You apologized.

“S’alright, took the time to clean up after myself and catch up with you.” He said glancing towards your drinks and you smiled and reached for yours, so he grabbed his as well. You tucked one of your legs under you as the other dangled off of the couch. Harry just waited for you to start.

“That’s one of the things I’m struggling with, about Seb.” You started.

“What?” He asked.

“He’s just…a little…helpless. Or lazy, I don’t know which one.”

“Hmmm…”

“Yeah, he didn’t grow up like we did. With everyone pulling their weight, everyone thinking of how what one person does can affect the other. How, you can’t always have it your way, you know?” You explained and Harry nodded. “He’s the youngest of three, has two older sisters, so he never had to lift a finger growing up. His dad’s a pilot and his mom just stayed at home and looked after them. They supported his dreams of being a singer from the get go, like our parents but, they paid for him to come to LA and live here. They had the means so he didn’t struggle at all, his only challenge was just to get a scout’s attention. So fundamentally, we have very different values I think. Especially of what it means to work hard at something. So right now that he’s upset at me, it’s not so much to do with you as it has to do with the fact that he’s not…getting his way.” You explained.

“So he’s a brat?” Harry said with an amused smile.

“Basically…a bit.” You said with a small smile, “And I do love him, but I don’t think it’s…enough to…to make me truly move on like you have.” You explained. He reached for your hand and you squeezed it for a second before letting go.

“Don’t think I’ll ever truly move on from you…” he said, “I’ve been thinking a lot about when we ended things. Like what if we had waited just a little bit more and things had worked out?”

“Would you have…wanted that?”

“Of course.” He said with certainty. “Yeah, I’m happy now, but I’ll always wonder if it’s just another path back to you…I don’t know if that’s…romantic or just plain obsessive.” He chuckled a bit and you smiled.

“Maybe a little bit of both.” You said and he smiled, “I’ve been thinking about how fucking insane it is that we ran into each other at Westlake.” You said and he gasped.

“Me too! Been thinking that since we saw each other.”

“I never go to Westlake if I can help it…like ever. So the odds of me even being there are…astronomical.” You said.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah! Honestly, I’ve delayed recording by a day or two if it’s the only one with open slots.” You giggled with a shake of you head. Maybe it was crazy of you, but you felt like the place was cursed. 

“That drastic!? Why?” He asked, his face scrunched up in a confused smile and your smile faded slowly.

“Ummm…that’s where I was, when you…called.” You said and his eyes softened.

“Oh.” Is all he could say.

“Yep, suite 2.” You said with a small, sad smile, “I feel like the place is cursed.” You told him what you’d always thought.

“And isn’t two the number you dislike the most out of all the even numbers?” He asked and you chuckled.

“Yeah, actually!” You confirmed.

“Don’t you think it’s too big of a coincidence that our paths crossed for the first time in years in the same place we ended our relationship?” He asked.

“Of course, I do.” You sighed and shook your head.

“Do you think it’s…a sign?” He asked and your gaze softened as you looked away.

“D-don’t do that, H.” You said with a frown and he scooted closer.

“Hey, look at me.” He said softly and you glanced up at him, he was just inches from your face. “It’s been you the whole time, you have to know that.” He said softly.

“I feel the same but…but we can’t…” your voice cracked as your eyes welled up.

“Why not?” He asked you, grabbing your face now, “Why can’t we just be together how we’re supposed to?”

“Because at some point we weren’t supposed to. We can’t hurt the people in our lives like that. They don’t deserve that.” You sniffled and he swallowed thickly.

“You’re right. You’re so right.” He sighed. A moment of weakness for him…what was he thinking.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t love you, Harry.” You said and he nodded.

“I know…I just…I can’t believe I said that…so ridiculous.” He sighed, feeling so ashamed for even suggesting it and now you reached for him.

“It’s not, Harry. It’s not like I wasn’t thinking it too.” You said and he squeezed your hand a bit tighter.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, of course. How could I not…” you said and he bit his lip.

“Look, maybe not now but what about a few years from now?” He said and your mouth dropped open a bit.

“What?”

“A few years from now, if we find ourselves alone again we try again.” He said and your lips turned up.

“That’s…that’s wild…”

“This whole thing has been wild! I mean, all of this was just a twist of fate. I can’t let this go to waste without trying. You’re my soul mate, I just know it.” He said and you exhaled shakily, “Tempt fate with me, love. Just one more time.” He appealed and you chuckled.

“OK.” You agreed.

“Yeah?” He asked happily, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

“Yeah.” You whispered. 

Neither of you were really thinking too much about it when his hand came up to your jaw and tilted it upwards and your lips met quickly. When you both realized that you’d kissed you pulled away immediately. Your eyes met as a deafening silence came over the both of you. He hadn’t let you go yet and his eyes drifted down to your lips again, how he had missed the taste of them. The feeling of them against his own. He leaned back in and when your hand hooked around his neck he just smooshed his lips against yours with urgency.

You both sighed in relief at the feeling of kissing like this again. You felt like a wildfire right now, fierce and untamable. When his hands landed on your hips and pulled, you quickly got the hint and climbed into his lap. His strong arms hugged around your waist, making you feel safe and cared for in his arms, like old times. You smiled in satisfaction before his tongue licked at your bottom lip and you opened up easily for him. And when you felt your tongues meeting you moaned and slid your hands up to grab his hair to pull at it like you always would. But you were instead met with the smooth and lightly ticklish surface of his buzzcut and you started to giggle.

“Forgot about that.” You grinned, before pecking his lips lightly and he laughed with you. You pulled back just a bit, your noses skimming as your gazes met. You kissed him quickly again and pulled back before he could deepen the kiss again, leaving him wanting. 

“Baby…” he whined lowly. Leaning in and you turned your head a bit, his kiss landing at the corner of your mouth.

“We should stop before we do something worse.” you whispered and he sighed but nodded.

“You’re right. Sorry.” He whispered and you just smiled and hugged him and he hugged you back. It was just a few moments into your embrace when you guys heard a car lock beeping from outside.

“That’s Seb’s car.” You said, immediately recognizing the sound.

“Shit.” Harry whispered as he let you go and you clambered off of his lap quickly and assumed your previous seat. “Sorry for that. I promise I held off as long as I could.” He apologized and you shook your head.

“It’s alright, I wanted to. Was thinking about it the whole time as well so…” You reassured him as your eyes met and he just smiled at you. Seconds later the lock on the front door chimed, indicating it had been unlocked and then Sebastian appeared, standing at the entrance of the living room to see you and Harry sitting on the couch, a comfortable distance between the two of you.

“Hey.” He greeted you both.

“Hey.”, “Hi, Seb.” You and Harry greeted him.

“Sorry for just leaving like that. I wanted to call you back after hearing your message, but I wanted t’cool off a bit. Went to the bar and I didn’t realize I dropped my phone there. Luckily, someone found it and turned it in. Then I went to Jake’s to track it since he lives close to it and when I went back to get it the screen was all wrecked.” He said holding it up.

“Oh shit! M’sorry.”, “That sucks, mate.” You and Harry said and he chuckled.

“Just bad luck I guess.” He sighed, “So ummm, you guys just catching up?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, Harry’s telling me about performing at Slane Castle.” You said and he nodded.

“Do you mind if I join you guys?” He asked.

“Not at all, mate.” Harry smiled.

“Cool. I’ll get a drink too then.” Seb said with a small smile and you nodded as he headed off to the kitchen.

“Thanks for putting me on the spot.” Harry whispered with a disbelieving grin and you giggled.

“As fate would have it, you had an iconic tour this year, so you can tell the stories…” you smiled.

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Babe!! Can we get some Cheater H smut where he’s at the gym and he’s fucking Reader and then his wife comes in but he keeps going and she doesn’t notice? I need that so bad OMG

I Don’t Wanna Talk To You*

warnings: smut, cheating, dry humping, unprotected sex, praise, dumbification, lil bit of exhibitionism, creampie

pairings: cheater harry x reader

masterlist | harry styles masterlist

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“Harry?” YN calls, closing his front door behind her as she steps out of her shoes and makes her way further inside. She takes a peek at every room inside on the first floor of the house, frowning when she doesn’t see him in any of them. His car is definitely in the driveway and his location definitely says he’s home, so she heads up to the bedroom to see if he’s there. She finds the bed unmade but his slippers are still there, so she’s left to believe he must be in the basement.

She quickly jogs quietly down the stairs, the sounds of grunts and pants leading her directly to where he is. She steps inside the open door of his home gym, and lo and behold, she finds Harry in all his glory, in the middle of a drop set of deadlifts. His muscles are on full display, his back flexing with each rep. He hasn’t noticed her yet, so she takes the time to admire, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together at the thought of him making those sounds because of her; straining above her the way he is now.

The grunts haven’t stopped, the noises only fuelling her crude thoughts about the man she’s been dating for a year now. It only continues for about three more minutes, and then she’s watching him as he walks over to the wall nearest him and places the dumbbells down, squatting down to take a sip of his water. Everything he does ignites a fire in her that’s unexplainable. Her thighs are beginning to ache with how hard she’s squeezing them together, and they damn near snap in half when he finally turns around and notices her, his eyes lighting up and a dimpled grin covering his face immediately.

His eyes trail over her body as he strides toward her, and her heart is beating so fast she thinks she’ll pass out right then. He doesn’t even try to hide it when his eyes linger on her chest before trailing down to her thighs and he’s smirking when he sees how tight she’s clenching them. The sight ignites something in him as well, his cock stirring slightly in the loose shorts he’d chosen to workout in, but he forces it down. When he reaches her he leans down and intentionally presses a sweet kiss to her lips, moving away before she can deepen it. It pulls a needy whine from her lips as she chases his with hers, and he gives in immediately, wrapping one hand around her throat as their lips meet again.

She’s shifting on her feet and moaning into the kiss, nearly melting into the floor when his tongue starts to explore her mouth. With his free hand he reaches for the front of her tube top and frees her breasts, making her groan as the cool air of the gym begins to harden them. He begins to roll one between his thumb and forefinger, separating their lips and pressing their foreheads together to gauge her reaction.

“M’glad you’re here, baby,” he coos, rubbing a thumb over the hardening bud. She smiles brightly at his words, thinking he’s finally going to give her what she’s literally craving right now, but he doesn’t. “Need a spot for these bench presses, my love. Can’t be getting stuck,” he finishes, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

Her smile falters just a bit as he grabs her hand and leads her to where he’ll be working next, and then he’s climbing onto the bench. She’s just standing there sort of awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what he wants her to do. “Cmon, hop on top,” he teases, chuckling as her eyes go wide, but she does as he says.

As soon as she’s comfortable, he goes straight into his sets, and he can’t even lie and say that he doesn’t exaggerate his grunts a little bit because he knows what they do to her. The fact that she’s sat right atop his abs isn’t helping either, she can feel each and every strain of his muscles whenever he goes to push the bar back up. The thin grey biker shorts she’d worn today and forgone panties with don’t stand a chance with how wet she is, and when she feels his abs graze her swollen clit it takes everything in her not to cry out in pleasure.

Harry just acts as if he’s none the wiser, continuing his set like he doesn’t feel the small amount of wetness she’s left on his stomach, or the way she throbs each time his abs flex against her. It takes all of his restraint when he feels her give into the temptation and start to rock her hips down onto his abs, but he has absolutely none left when she just begins to moan shamelessly at the pleasure she’s experiencing.

He places the bar on the rack and moves his hands to her hips, helping her to move along his abdomen. Her moans have picked up so loudly that they’re echoing throughout the small room, and his cock has become rock hard in his shorts. All he can do is ignore the throbbing and watch YN as she’s in absolute bliss above him, her head now thrown back as she gets closer to her orgasm.

Deciding to make the experience even filthier than it already is, Harry speaks up. “Such a dirty girl,” he rasps, watching with hooded eyes as hers meet his. “So desperate f’me you’re just grinding on my tummy, poor thing. Just couldn’t wait, hm?” his teasing does nothing but urge her toward the edge, and she’s nodding with all her energy, unable to find the words to express what she’s feeling, but he knows. “I know, darling. Cum f’me. Cum all over me and I’ll give you what you need.”

Those words are all the encouragement she needed to cum, her hips stilling and her legs shaking slightly as her orgasm wracks her body, a loud cry of pleasure leaving her. She cums so hard tears form in her eyes and start to fall down her face as Harry helps her ride it out, gradually slowing the movement of her hips until she’s grounded.

She eventually comes around breathlessly, her chest heaving. Harry doesn’t waste another moment and he helps her off of him before he’s easing her onto the floor and on her back, climbing on top of her to bring their lips together. The angle provides him with the perfect angle to slot himself between her thighs and press his throbbing bulge against her, bucking his hips slightly at the feeling of her wetness beginning to leak onto his pants.

The action makes him graze her clit slightly, and she whines a bit in overstimulation before he’s pulling away to look down at her. He groans out loud and his cock twitches at the sight before him; her little grey shorts are absolutely drenched from her orgasm, the dark patch in the middle glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the gym.

He can’t help but bring his hands to her waistband and begin helping her out of them, and he becomes absolutely feral when he sees a string of her wetness connecting her to the shorts. Bringing them down past her ankles, he takes just a moment to admire how beautiful she is, and any other time he’d simply eat her out until she passed out, but he’s too desperate to feel her.

So he frees himself from his pants and immediately lines himself up with her, pressing his tip into her swollen pussy. Her eyes flutter closed at the stretch, and when he just slowly pushes in until their hips meet, she wraps her legs around his hips to press him as deep as he can go. They’re both already wrecked, so close to cumming and he hasn’t even started to fuck her properly. He gives her a bit to adjust before he pulls out and plunges back in just as deep as before, setting a punishing pace from the beginning.

YN’s moans and the sounds of their skin meeting are loud in his ears as the pace surprises her, and she can feel the light dusting of hair on his pubic bone grazing her clit, making the feeling that much better. Placing her hands on either sides of his head, she brings his lips to hers and moans against them as he literally fucks her like it’s their last time together. She can feel her orgasm burning deep in her belly, her back beginning to arch until they’re interrupted.

The sound of a phone ringing on the floor next to them disrupts the little bubble they've formed, and when Harry pulls away to look down at it, a dark smile takes over his features as he realizes it's his wife FaceTiming him. He flips it around to show YN and her eyes widen when she realizes he hasn't slowed down even a little bit. She goes to ask him if they should stop but he speaks up before she can, pressing himself inside of her as deep as he can, making her choke on a moan.

"If I answer this call, will you be a good girl for me and keep quiet until I finish?" he asks her, reaching up with the hand that's not holding his phone and pressing his thumb into her mouth, a satisfied hum coming from deep within his chest when she nods enthusiastically, immediately closing her mouth around the digit.

He's still pressed deep inside of her their hips flush as he swipes the button to answer, turning his camera off as the call begins to connect. The moment it does, he can't resist the urge to roll his eyes as he sees his wife sitting at the fanciest brunch restaurant in the city, sipping on what he knows is the start of her bottomless mimosas. He can't even imagine the hit their bank account has taken, because he knows she loves to go shopping with her friends to show off and they always end up at the expensive restaurant they reside at now.

"Harryyy baby. I miss youuu," she drawls, the way she says his name making his nose scrunch up in disgust as she gets closer to the camera and forms her lips into a pout. He resists the urge to gag and decides to take his mind off of it, pulling his thumb from YN's mouth and bringing it down to her swollen clit and pressing down firmly before he begins to rub slow circles right on the head.

He watches YN in pure adoration as she brings her lips into her mouth in an attempt to keep quiet, and he decides to make things even harder by pulling out of her until his tip is resting at her entrance before slamming back into her. He thinks he'll cum right then when her eyes roll back into her head and her hands flail around to find anything to ground herself, a small broken whimper leaving her lips from the sensation. He’s brought back to earth, though, by the annoying, high pitched sound that is his wife’s voice.

“Do you want to say hi to my friends, they really want to meet you someday. I was thinking maybe they could come over to the house today?” she questions, her voice hopeful. But Harry couldn’t care less, all he cares about is making YN cum again before he literally explodes inside of her without warning.

"No, I'm busy actually, about to eat. I'm gonna have to call you back when I'm done, okay?' he asks, not really waiting for an answer before he ends the call and tosses the phone to the side. He thinks he hears her call out an ‘I love you’ but he brushes it off quickly, picking up his pace and basking in the sound of YN's cry of relief at being able to moan as loudly as she wants. "Fuck, did so well for me," he praises, trying to stave off his orgasm until she cums, his mind turning to mush at how perfect she is and feels. She's just babbling wordlessly beneath him, the intensity of everything that's just happened only aiding in the building of her orgasm.

He’s fucking her so deep she feels like she can’t breathe, no thoughts in her head as he just continues to wreck her, his hands nearly bruising her hips with how tight he’s gripping them. He can feel her start to flutter around him a bit, making him groan at what’s to come.

“That’s, it, baby. Gonna cum for me?” he coos condescendingly, and all she can do is nod, making him chuckle at how wrecked she is beneath him. “My dumb little baby, hm? Can’t even think when I’ve got my cock in you,” he teases.

YN’s eyes are just squeezed shut at his words, her body going completely numb before tensing, her pussy locking down on him so tightly he struggles to move as her orgasm finally washes over her. The orgasm moves through her body in what feels like waves, small shocks causing her to twitch lightly. Seeing and feeling her in so much pleasure actually triggers Harry’s orgasm as well, and he buries himself so deep inside of her, his jaw dropped as a broken sob leaves his lips, his balls drawing up so tight he swears they’ll explode. Then the tension is leaving his body and he practically screams as cum starts to spurt from his reddened tip and deep into YN, painting her insides with his orgasm.

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[the-man-in-the-suit-official]

You’ve Become My Ceiling.

-Summary: Following a split, you rise to stardom on your own with a tune.

Reader pronouns: Any

Length: Short

TW: Angst, Heavy lyrics, Abandonment, Brief mention of death of a father (heart attack), Strained relationships, Cheating, Lovebombing, Yelling, Cursing

Celebrities: Harry Styles

Song(s) to listen to: The Gold - Manchester Orchestra & Phoebe Bridgers

You’d loved him since he was 15. Before he was the sex god media made him out to be. Before he even knew what to do with his too-long limbs, before he grew into them.

The stupid posh school you went to - driving past it was now more of a chore. You both were different. He was different.

In the span of four years, you’d found Harry tangled in bed with various people - men, women, everything in between.

In the span of your two year relationship, you’d found him tangled with five.

Each time pleads and showers of love fixed the spaces in between for him. White lies of apologies littered your ceiling as he slept next to you, huddled into his fetal position. You began to care less and less that the blanket didn’t cover him, that he was shivering, missing the warmth of being spooned.

Your love was collapsing.

You felt yourself growing distant now, though he didn’t realize it. He still smiled at you the same, insisting through his lovebombs that you were the one for him.

Dinner was silent once again, Harry scrolling through his phone before he smiled sharply, “Hey. Remember this?”

He turned the phone to you, revealing a picture of the two of you in chemistry class, then another of him holding a beaker with purple liquid in it.

It brought a smile to your face, and for an split second, you believed that it really could have gotten better. Then a message appeared on his phone. Some girl again.

“I think you’ve got a message, H,” You looked down at your plate again, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore.

“Oh.” He glanced at it and his face dropped, reading it over, “‘S just a friend.”

“Mhm,” You drank your coffee slowly, it feeling thicker than it had ever before.

“Thank you for trusting me, (Y/N),” He smiled again, “You’re the best.”

You repeated yourself.

He was gone that night. Hadn’t even invited you out. Again, you stared at the ceiling, pondering.

Why is he still with me?

To your knowledge, you were just some kid he’d met as a teen. Then it hit you. You were the only thing that remained of his past. Fuck.

What were you going to do? Without him, you’d return home to either your mother or your estranged father. Either way, you’d be miserable.

As if on cue, the phone rang. Your stepmother. This night was turning out great, wasn’t it?

Picking it up with cold fingers, you sighed, “Hello?”

The next few words made you freeze. It was the last thing you’d expect.

“He’s in the hospital.”

Her words persisted, “A heart attack, honey. He’s okay. He’s just recovering now. Wants to know if he can see you.”

“Of course,” Was all that you could muster out, “I’ll be there tomorrow night.”

Harry didn’t come home the next morning. Calling him, you sighed when no response but a voicemail came.

The attempted calls lasted until 1PM, when all your anger vocalized itself, “God, Harry!”

You spoke to the voicemail, “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?! You’re lying to yourself, saying you love me when you’re addicted to fucking anyone but me! Sex crazy, that’s what you are, you stupid idiot! My dad is in the hospital and if you’re not here in an hour, I’m leaving your ass. I need to be with him, with or without you.”

An hour rolled around and nothing changed but the state of your packed bags. The photo of you and Harry on the nightstand stuck out to you like a sore thumb. Almost against your own mind, you packed it, too, leaving another voicemail.

“We’ll talk about this when I get home.”

You did everything on autopilot, reaching for a your notepad and pen on the plane. You hadn’t really grieved the failing of your relationship until then, believing that maybe you could do something about it. But you knew better now.

Lyrics flooded out of you, your eyes welling with tears more and more with every pen stroke.

Couldn’t really love you anymore.

You’ve become my ceiling.

I don’t think I love you anymore.

That fame that stardom gold gold mine changed you.

Miner themed. It suited your soot-covered love, the way you hid in metaphorical caves or his shadow.

You don’t have to hold me anymore.

Our love Our cave’s collapsing.

Squinting, you sighed. The stress was too much to bear. Why did it have to be you if all people? Why couldn’t it be someone else’s father, someone else’s doomed love?

I don’t want to be me anymore.

Your pushed the notepad into your pocket, letting the tears spill as you sat alone in your airplane seat.

Your father’s new kids ran toward you, jumping at you with smiles on their faces, “(Y/N)! (Y/N)!”

Your eyes were puffy and tired, but you smiled back, “Hey, babies. Where’s your mommy?”

They pointed to the kitchen and you set your things down softly, “Janine?”

She turned to you, eyebrows furrowed in worry, “Hey, dear.”

Noticing a tall absence, she commented, “Your boyfriend couldn’t come?”

You shook your head, holding up the toddler, “No, traveling and stuff.”

The eldest of the three girls sighed, “I wanted to see him.”

“Me too,” You spoke subconsciously to the 12-year-old.

Janine noticed this and hugged you, “It’s alright. Lousy singer, anyways.”

Laughing slightly, you set the girl down, “I’ll visit dad now, is that alright? I can’t clock into my hotel until 8PM.”

She nodded, “Go ahead, hon.”

Your dad’s breathing was monitored by a machine, his chest moving up and down slowly when his eyes opened to see you, “(Y/N).”

“Hey dad,” You croaked out, tired of sitting in the uncomfortable recliner, drowning in your thoughts, “How are you doing?”

“I haven’t seen you since you were 14.”

“I know. Looks like you’ve grown up, too. Your girls are cute,” You changed the subject, fiddling with your sleeves.

Before he could say anything, you lied, “Harry’s busy with getting ready for his tour. Sorry he couldn’t make it.”

The rekindling was nice, soothing the dread you had of talking to your father for the past few years. He told you all kinds of things, everything you’d missed out on, everything he’d seen of you in magazines.

Most, if not all of it, was about you. How much he missed you. And you missed the part of you he described, too.

Janine took over for you and brought your bags so you could get settled into your hotel, there not being enough space for you to stay in their small home.

“Thanks, Jan,” You smiled at her solemnly, “Take care of him, okay? I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.”

The girls hugged you goodbye and you left, hands gripping the steering wheel of your rented car until they turned white. When you got to the hotel, you couldn’t help but hit your steering wheel, taking your frustration out on the inanimate object.

Your phone rang right as you settled into bed and you answered it mindlessly.

“(Y/N)…”

Harry.

“I haven’t heard you get so mad before.”

You stayed silent.

“Look, I was just out with Louis and-“

“Fuck you,” You spat, “I know it was that girl.”

The line went silent for a moment, “You got me.”

You chuckled in frustration, “Figures, H.”

“But look, we didn’t do anything and-“

“Stop lying.”

“We just kissed-“

“I told you to stop lying, Harry.”

“Please don’t call me that,” That’s how he knew you were beyond mad.

“Then stop lying to me.”

“I slept with her. I was off my face, (Y/N). You know it means nothing to me.”

Tears spilled out of your eyes, “You weren’t drunk when you texted her all those times, Haz.”

“You’ve changed.”

The nickname gave him the reassurance he so desperately needed, “I know. And I have faith that you’ll know I can change too. I always have faith in you, (Y/N).”

It angered you more than anything to hear those next words, but he continued on nonetheless. You couldn’t even listen at that point, the ceiling becoming littered in everything Harry had ever done to hurt you.

“I have faith.”

“Then lose your faith in me, Harry.”

“Huh?” He asked, dumbfounded.

“Lose your faith in me. I’m not coming back to you anymore.” You hung up, ignoring the countless calls left for you just as he did.

You’d only return after to get your things from your shared house when you knew he wasn’t there. You left your keys on the counter, taking nothing.

The calls became less and less frequent. You stopped listening to the voicemails. Stopped following him in the news. The spotlight eventually left you alone to fend for yourself and continued after Harry.

It wasn’t until you were invited onto a radio show that you publicly talked about your relationship briefly, acknowledging his achievements since going solo.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been in the public eye, huh?” Zach, the host questioned, “Not since the rough breakup.”

“No, no,” You smiled toothily, “But it’s great to be back. This time with my own accomplishments. Relationships come and go, and it seems like he’s making it big, but I want to get there on my own.”

Your dad came up briefly since his passing, and you shouted out your stepmother and her kids.

But you were there for another reason. Finally, you’d rose from the ashes and finished your song, ready to show it to the world. To show everyone you were more than a pretty ex of Harry Styles.

“It’s like Lora Mathis’ poem,” You admitted to the host, “I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There is to be a way. To take care of the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me. That’s the thing here, I could do it in song. The people it’s about - they hurt me. But they both believed that they loved me to the very end.”

“That’s beautiful,” His cohost chimed in, “I think you did that wonderfully with this song.”

“Alright, here’s (Y/N) with a brand new debut single, The Gold!” The host smiled, playing it soon after.

The song played smoothly, and you soon found your comment sections flooded with similar lost love stories, parental and romantic, loss and love.

Ultimately, you went home to an empty apartment, at peace with it finally. In fact, it hadn’t been much different than your old situation a few years back, only that you were happier now, and no melancholic feelings stuck to you by the blanket. The ceiling was no longer stained with spot-like thoughts and memories. You stared out the window with a cup of coffee, admiring the cityscape.

The picture of the two of you rest on your coffee table, now turned down, the picture meeting the cold table.

Tomorrow would be another day, and then you’d send money to your siblings and your stepmother, and even your mother, maybe with a letter noting your success and song.

The phone rang quietly on the counter, but you were too in the zone to get it or even hear it. Unbeknownst to you, it flashed:

Incoming Call: Harry

[mobius-m-mobius]

#thought that sounded familiar 💀

[staud]

He went down last week. That's why they sent me here. MOTA Part Six

[goldenbuckyyy]

HOLD ON

Summary: The aftermath of Harry finding you.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (cheating together) Main characters x original characters.

Word Count: 4.1kish

Warnings: Cheating (Harry and Reader together), mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AGAINST PARTNER, mentions of blood, bruising, and cuts.

A/N: IM BACK!! I am so so sorry it’s take me over a month to post this part! I can’t even believe it’s been that long. I got into a bad writing funk after my last post and spend the last two weeks just reading and not even writing truthfully. But, thank you everyone for your patience. I hope you all enjoy. REMEMBER TO READ THE FIRST TWO PARTS!! Song inspo: “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet. 

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Harry doesn’t think he’s ever felt more afraid. 

He’s been afraid plenty of times in his life. More than he can count. He’s not ashamed to admit it. 

He’s not ashamed to admit he’s felt fear before. 

Off the top of his head, he was afraid for his judges response on the x factor stage, he was afraid for what was going to happen after they had lost, he was afraid when they went on hiatus, he was afraid when he went solo, he was afraid before he put out his first album, his second album, and most recently his third. He was afraid of many things. 

But you were there for every single one. 

And you calmed him down. You were his rock. His grounding statue when he most needed it. 

Every single time he had been afraid in the past, you were his voice of reason, and it didn’t matter who was his partner at the time. 

He knew you were going to be his wife one day. 

He just knew it. 

He was just too stupid to think you guys could ever be with anybody else. But you were happy with Asher and he was happy with Vivian. 

Or he let himself believe he was happy with her. 

Because you were happy. 

But at the end of the day, when he laid in bed and held her. Smelling her expensive shampoo in her hair when they cuddled…

It always reminded him she wasn’t you. 

But he toughed it out. Because you were happy. He loved seeing you happy. He could handle settling for second best if he still had you in his life and thankfully that was never an issue between you two. 

Now, Harry feels like a complete fucking idiot. 

Because if he had only made you his wife like he had wanted too, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now. 

He wouldn’t be going over the speed limit in the London streets if he had. He wouldn’t be holding back his tears as he thinks of what you had just told him on the phone. 

But who’s he kidding? 

His eyes were full of tears, threatening to fall down his cheeks, swerving through cars, not caring if he got stopped right now, knowing he wouldn’t pull over, and his entire body was shaking. 

His hands were gripping onto the steering wheel. So hard that it was almost painful, one hand was maneuvering the steering wheel, while his other hand was gripping onto his cross necklace on his chest. The same necklace that you had gifted him years ago. 

You had told him you saw it at a jewelers shop one day and decided to get a matching pair. He’s worn it ever since. 

His eyes dash to his cell phone that’s on the console, your name taunting him on the screen, and he keeps the call connected. Just in case you woke up. 

Once Harry turned into your secluded street, his tires screeching at his fast movement, but he stepped on the gas pedal to go faster. 

His heart was racing as he pulled into your stone driveway. He quickly parked his SUV, taking notice that only your car was in the driveway, and he felt his body fill with nerves as to what was going to await him inside. 

With shaky hands and stumbling feet, he ran towards your front door. He instantly stilled at the front door, gulping down the lump in his throat as he reached for the handle, and pushed the door wide open. It was unlocked. 

The house was earily quiet and it made his skin break out into goosebumps. Harry’s body was shaking in fear of seeing you, he quickened his pace, running down your long entrance hallway, and not knowing entirely where you were, he shouted your name. 

Peering into the open rooms, trying to see if you were in the first opening of the living room, and he was getting anxious when he didn’t see you. 

He ran down towards the second opening of the hallway which was your kitchen and instantly his feet skidded to a halt. His feet screeching against your marbled floor. 

Harry gasped loudly at the scene in front of him, a wrenching surprising sob wrecked through his body as his eyes scanned the kitchen layout, and he felt pale. 

It looked like a bloody crime scene here. 

Bright red liquid splattered over the white marble floors and cabinets. He could see it all over on the countertops, against the wall, and on the kitchen stove. Glass was everywhere that his eyes could see. 

And then he saw you. 

Another loud uncontrollable sob wrecked through his body as he ran towards you, falling down to the floor next to your unconscious body, not caring about the glass breaking his skin, his hands immediately reaching for you, pulling you into his body, and he tried to shake you awake. 

Rapid tears fall down his cheeks immediately, his entire body is shaking with his sobs, his vision is cloudy, and he pulls you into his lap. He wraps one of his arms around your body and uses his free hand to move your hair away from your face. 

He keeps repeating sun and baby over and over again. Hoping you’d hear him somehow. Hoping you’d open your pretty eyes for him. 

His eyes take in your bloody nose, busted lip, your favorite lavender sweater is coated with blood in different spots, and same as your apron. He notices your limp hands have glass in different places, your leggings are black but he can see different areas with small shards of glass on them. And your feet. Your poor blue fuzzy socks are drenched in red. He’s not sure if it’s wine or blood. 

His eyes move back to your face and he stills when he sees the hand marks on your neck. The fresh ugly bruises that are showing up. He looks up into the air, releasing a shaky breath, gritting his teeth as tears flow down his face, and he curses underneath his breath. 

Harry is physically shaking with anger and guilt. He’s so upset at what Asher did to you. He feels like he can kill him, but he shoves that feeling away and focuses on you. 

He doesn’t care that he’s getting himself covered in wine and blood right now. His free hand has specs of your blood on it now, but he keeps wiping away the hair and blood from your face. 

Repeating “baby” to your face and kissing your face to wake you up. The metallic taste on his tongue makes him whimper. 

“Hold on, baby. Just hold on.”

His voice is shaky, weak, and desperate.

So fucking desperate. 

He doesn’t know what to do. You’re not reacting to anything he does, but thankfully you’re breathing. He has no idea what Asher did to you, but whatever he did. He’s going to pay for what he did. 

Harry notices your phone next to you. He takes a shaky breath in and wraps his arms around you to pick you up. He reaches for your phone as he lifts you, tucks your limp body into his arms, sniffs hard to try and hold in the rest of his tears, and hastily makes his way towards his SUV. 

He manages to open his back door and gently sets you down on the seats. He kisses your forehead with shaky lips and whispers, “It’s going to be okay. I-I’m here, sun.” 

He drives towards the nearest hospital and prays to god that he hasn’t been followed by paps. 

The entire drive to the hospital is rapid with his eyes constantly moving to the rear view mirror to look at you. To make sure you’re still there. To make sure you’re breathing. 

Harry doesn’t hesitate to park in the “no parking” zone at the emergency entrance, he immediately starts honking to try and catch someone’s attention from inside. He sees a security guard immediately come toward him and Harry knows he must look crazy. 

He jumps out of his driver seat, reaching for the back door to pull it open. 

“I need you to get me some help!” The security officer is trying to flag someone from the inside to come and help him. 

The officer looks at him in confusion, “Are you hurt, sir?” The office raises his eyebrows at his appearance. 

Harry shakes his head, quickly pulling you into him once more, he hitches you up in his arms, and starts walking towards the entrance. 

“It’s for her,” he says as he continues to walk into the ER entrance and immediately he can feel all eyes on him. 

He ignores the stares, yells at the officer to help him, and starts feeling anxious. And he follows the officer when he opens a back door that leads him to where he assumes all the nurses and doctors are. 

He can see different people running around, helping patients, and it’s incredibly loud. Loud beeping noises and chatter fills his ears. His mouth feels dry and he feels sick. 

He looks at you in his arms, a soft whimper escapes his lips, and the officer brings him towards a ground of huddles nurses that are chatting about something. 

One of them is smiling at another nurse and when her blue eyes met Harry’s, she instantly stops, mouth drops, and Harry can see her lips whisper his name in shock. 

But then she suddenly reacts and rushes towards him. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” She asks, her hands immediately reaching out to touch you, and Harry’s reflex is to curl you into his arms. Away from her touch. He’s terrified to let anybody touch you, but he knows you need it. 

“I…” Harry starts, throat raspy, and he holds eye contact with the nurse, “I need your utmost discretion,” he states in a plea, but tries to keep his voice steady. 

Harry sees from the corner of his eyes more nurses rushing towards him and one of them is holding a stretcher. 

A male nurse tries to reach for you as well, but the nurse in front of you- Harry quickly reads her name tag- Lily. 

Lily holds her hand up to stop the male nurse and she then sets her hand on Harry’s forearm, giving him a squeeze, her eyes not leaving his, and she says, “I promise you. We will be discreet.” 

Harry nods, tears welling up in his eyes, and his hands are gripping onto your skin. 

“But… you need to put her down on the stretcher.. so we can help her. Okay? Can you do that, sir?“ 

Lily moves her body to angle the stretcher and Harry quickly nods. He walks towards the stretcher, he gently sets you down, and squeezes your hands in his quickly. His shaking fingers move the sticky hair out of your face as you fall limp into the stretcher. He steps back. 

Harry stands there, frozen in his spot, and watches them rush you away to an empty room. 

“I’ll take you to a private room where you can wait for the doctor. Or myself for an update, okay?” 

Harry nods as he follows her down a hallway, he starts messing with the skin around his fingernails, and Lily opens the door to a private room. 

“You can wait here. Somebody will come speak to you soon about what happened, okay? Do you need any medical attention yourself?” Her voice is steady and calm. It’s what Harry needs right now. Her eyes look him up and down for any injuries. 

“I’m okay, maybe… maybe just a wet rag, please.” Harry says, dry tears on his cheeks making his face feel stiff, and he keeps eye contact with Lily. 

“Okay,” she says. She’s standing by the door, gives him a small smile, and then reaches out for Harry’s arm. She squeezes him.

“It's going to be okay, Mr. Styles. We got her now.” Her eyes are sincere and Harry’s face crumbles in anguish. 

“Thank you,” he croaks out, covering his face, and turning away from her view. 

He hears the door shut behind him and the only thing he can hear in the room is his soft cries. 

•••

Harry must have fallen asleep after he had gotten himself cleaned up because he almost jumps out of the chair he was slumped into when he feels someone touch his shoulder. 

“Sir! I’m so sorry!” He hears someone exclaim above him. He adjusts himself into the chair, uncrossing his arms, and is confused about his surroundings for just a second before he sees your face in his mind. 

He stands quickly, “How is she?” He quickly runs his hands over his eyes to wake himself up. 

He recognizes the same nurse as earlier, Lily, and she gives him an easy smile. 

“She’s okay right now. A slight brain bleed, but nothing major. Don’t panic. It’ll heal on its own, but we’re going to keep her overnight to monitor it. Thankfully no broken bones. She does have a couple fractured ribs, but…” she trails off, her eyes looking to the side, and she looks nervous. 

“What’s going on?” His body fills with worry instantly. 

“She woke up, Mr. Styles.” 

Relief washes throughout his body and he silently says a thank you. 

“Oh, thank god. That’s good… that’s good, right?” Eyebrows furr when Lily nods, but doesn’t follow Harry’s breath of happiness. For a split second, he feels happy that she's awake and okay. But then Lily is rolling her lips in and biting the bottom one. 

“What’s going on?” Harry asks. His voice shakes. The anticipation of what she’s about to say fills him with dread once more. 

“Mr. Styles, we asked her what happened and she doesn’t remember. She might have a concussion or she might be blocking out the memory because of the trauma. She simply might not want to remember. It’s a way trauma victims protect themselves in these types of scenarios. It’s not uncommon.” 

“O-okay?” 

Lily puts her hand on Harry’s shoulder as if to comfort him for what she’s about to say. Harry feels confused as the comforting touch. He fumbles with the skin around his fingers in anticipation. 

“She states that her boyfriend would never have done this.” 

“W-what? She— wait— she said that?” Harry feels even more confused. He wasn’t imagining the phone call. He distinctly remembers what you had said. 

Lily nods as he continues, “S-she told me. She told me that he hit her. That he—-“ he stops himself from continuing. Gulping down the forming lump in his throat. He bites his tongue because he doesn’t need anybody knowing about his personal business. 

Harry slightly looks up to keep his tears at bay, sniffling slightly, and his eyes start to burn. He looks back down at Lily. 

“He found out about something… something she didn’t want him knowing and that’s when he did that to her. I-I swear.” 

“Mr. Styles, I’m sorry. But… If the patient says that’s not what happened.. then we have to believe the patient.” She almost looks guilty. 

“Even if she doesn’t remember it happening?” Harry asks in desperation, not believing what she’s saying. 

Lily nods with a small frown on her lips. 

“I can take you to see her, if you’d like.” 

Harry immediately nods and follows her down to your room. Lily knocks when they stand in front of the room and when Harry walks in, his lips quiver and his heart feels heavy. 

“Oh, baby.” He whimpers out as he takes in your appearance. He manages to grasp onto the door to ground himself from the way his knees buckle at the sight of you. They’ve cleaned you up, but all the bruising from your face and neck makes him wish it was him in the bed instead of you. 

You're laying down against the hospital bed, covered in a white blanket, with your head tilted back, but it only showcased the ugly, raw, and red marks on your neck. It made Harry internally weep at the sight. You have a machine on your right side connected to your IV and Harry can only imagine its fluids. Or maybe pain medication. He doesn’t dwell on it too long. 

Your arms are laying over the blankets and resting on your stomach. Your hands are delicately covered in white gauze, but only your palms. And he knows it’s because of all the tiny glass cuts you had. 

When his eyes land in your face, he wishes he could erase this picture from his brain. He pleads to the gods above that this is the last time he will ever see you hurt. He doesn’t think he can survive seeing you like this again. 

Your bottom lip has a big cut on it which is making your lip a little swollen. Your entire right cheek is bright red with undertones of purples and you have one big bruise forming on your left cheekbone. Your nose has a small splint on it, but he can see the swelling underneath and the bruising on the sides. 

Harry doesn’t even want to think about what you went through. 

It’s almost as if you felt his presence because you slowly tilt your head down and your eyes search the room. When you meet his gaze, your entire body relaxes with relief and his name falls out of your lips like butter. 

Harry is immediately at your side, wanting to hold you and touch you, but he stops himself.  He hesitates in front of you and your covered hand reaches for him. His hand immediately covers yours, warm with gauze but cold fingers, and he starts crying. 

“I-I,” Harry tries to form words, but his voice is muffled because of his sobs. He falls into the chair next to you and covers his face with his arms on top of the bed. 

Your hand is immediately intertwined with his curls and you're rubbing his scalp to try to calm him down. 

“They told me you found me?” You question and he cries harder at your voice. It’s raspy and hoarse. You don’t sound like yourself, you sound like you’re in pain, and he knows you are. It makes him cry even harder. 

Harry can only nod at your question. He lifts his head to look at you and you try to give him a small smile. He’s looking into your eyes, your beautiful eyes, and he sniffles. 

He ghosts one of his hands over your face and you almost want to melt into it, but you don’t. Because you know how bad you look and how every single part of your body hurts right now. 

Instead, you grab his hand in yours once again. 

“I’m okay,” you whisper with tears in your own eyes as you watch his red eyes. His green eyes are bright against the red, his nose is red too, cheeks are flushed, lips bright pink, and he looks beautiful. 

“Do you remember anything?” Harry asks between his sniffles. 

You roll your lips inside your mouth for a second and bite down on your unaffected side, eyebrows furred down, and you shake your head. 

“I… I don’t. I’m… I’m assuming someone broke in? Maybe someone tried to steal from me and did this?” Your voice sounds as if you’re trying to convince yourself this is what happened. Instead of the reality that Harry knows about. 

“Baby,” Harry whimpers out. “You called me… and told me Asher had found out about us.” 

“Asher?” You question in a low tone, feeling confused once again. 

“You… you said he hit you.” Harry gulps down the lump in his throat after he speaks those words and takes in your reaction. 

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head. Frowning, you exclaim, “Hit me?! Asher would never, Harry.” 

Suddenly, you’re pulling your hand out of his hold and Harry feels like you’re retracting from him. 

“Baby, I wouldn’t lie—-“ 

“Stop it!” You cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest, ignoring the sharp pain that runs through your body as you touch your aching ribs. 

His eyes dart to your stomach and back to you. 

“Are you—“ 

“Stop.” You spat at him, feeling furious at him for even suggesting that Asher would do this to you. Asher would never do this. Never. 

“Asher would never do this to me, Harry. Are you—- what are you— are you lying to me? Is this a joke? Is this some sick fucking joke? Maybe I did this to myself!! I’m fucking clumsy. I’m sure I just fell on my own. Maybe I dropped the wine bottle myself and tripped and hurt myself!” You cry out to him as fast tears start running down your cheeks. Your mouth speaks faster than your own brain. Spilling anything that would make more sense than what Harry is telling you. 

“Baby. Baby. Baby.. what are you.. what are you saying? Baby, stop. He caused your head to bleed. He caused you a brain bleed, baby. You.. you didn’t do this to yourself. How could.. how could you have done this to yourself?” Harry cries as he stumbles over his words quickly at you. 

“Asher didn’t do this to me,” you state confidently even though you feel confused about the whole thing. “Why would he do this to me, H?” More tears filling your eyes at Harry’s accusations. 

Asher didn’t do this to you. He couldn’t have. Could he? 

“He did this to you! He hit you!” His voice goes higher as his frustrations rise, his lips in a frown. 

“You’re lying!! Stop lying to me. Why would Asher do this to me, Harry?! He loves me. And I know you love me. You’re my best fucking friend, but you’re crossing a line. He would never do this to me. You need to leave. You’re lying to me. I don’t want you here.” 

“W-what?” Harry’s gaping at you, mouth dropped in shock, and a sob escapes his lips once more. 

“Go. Now! I don’t want to look at you!” You turn away from him, sniffling, and wiping your tears away. 

“You can’t be serious, Y/N. Listen to yourself,” he tries to plead with you as he tries to reach for your hand, but you turn your body to move. Ignoring the pain it causes you. You don’t look at him. 

“Leave,” you demand once more. Ignoring his cries and his words. 

“O-okay, baby. I’m going to leave. But… but… please. Please try to remember my love. Please,” he begs you. 

You don’t say anything. You just stare out the window until you hear him get up and leave. You sit in silence for a couple minutes. Trying to think about everything he said. You wipe away your tears and reach for the call light to call for your nurse. 

You press the red button and adjust yourself to relax against the mattress, trying to inhale a deep breath, and Lily comes into the room. 

“Hi, love. Did you call? Need some help?” 

“Yes, Lily. I did. Harry gave you my phone, right?” 

“He did.”

“Okay,” you make eye contact with her. “Can you please call the person under the name of Asher? Can you let him know what’s happened and where I am? The code is 0509.”

A look of uncertainty flashes over Lily’s face, but she quickly controls her reaction. You don’t question it because she nods quickly right after. 

“Of course, Mrs. Y/L/N.” She smiles at you, “I’ll be right back.” 

Lily leaves the room and you close your eyes for a second. 

You try to unclear your mind, trying to remember what happened, and flashes of what happened play out. 

You see the wine bottle falling down onto the floor loudly.

You see yourself crawling into the corner and the feeling of true terror fills your body at the memory. 

You can see yourself begging the person to stop, but you can’t see their face. 

Your face crumbles in frustration at not being able to remember the one most important detail. 

You sigh, opening your eyes, and you decide to wait for Asher to walk through the door. 

Maybe he can help you remember. Maybe he’s spoken to the police and maybe they’ve already found the person who did this. 

But there’s also a part of you wondering why he isn’t here right now. Wouldn’t he have found you after coming home from work? Maybe he had to work late. 

You shake your head at the intrusive thoughts. 

You try to relax once again, trying not to feel bad for kicking Harry out, but you know Asher would have never done this to you. 

He would have never. 

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How To Get Out of a Ticket*

Summary: You get pulled over by Officer Styles and you'll do anything to get out of a ticket. 2.7k words

Warnings: Officer Styles isn't nice and he's quite a (big) dick, smut, degradation, cheating, unprotected sex, mean Harry, power imbalance, you causing a mess in Officer Styles' backseat, NSFW, 18+ only

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You weren't accustomed to driving on the left side of the road so you were trying your best to keep in your lane while searching for where the windshield wipers toggle would be as it began to lightly rain.

"Fuck!!!" You shout into the quiet car as you haphazard your way down the road. Your vacation to London started out perfectly and tonight was no different. You'd been able to meet up with friends you met at college and reminisce. It was your first time in the UK and your first time driving on the left side of the road.

You pressed the brakes as you came to a sharp corner, still searching for the toggle for the wipers to activate, it was difficult seeing out the rain-droplet-covered windshield. You slowed down too quickly, though as the car you were driving began to skid a little. When you'd regained control of the car you kept yourself at a slower pace while still reaching around behind the steering wheel to feel for the wipers toggle.

Suddenly there were lights flashing behind you and you realized you were being pulled over. Fuck fuck. This car didn't even belong to you. It was your friend's that you'd borrowed.

You pulled your car over to the side of the narrow street and the police vehicle behind you pulled in near your rear bumper.

After a few minutes of you taking deep breaths the police officer arrived at your window and tapped, motioning with his finger to open it.

You rolled your window down and planted a big smile on your face and tried to get your story straight in your mind, but telling the truth was probably going to the be the best way out of this.

When he leaned in, he shined a light into the car and asked you for your driver's license. His voice was deep and smooth. You couldn't make out his face just yet with the light shining at you.

You remained quiet until he leaned in again, handing your California ID back to you. He turned off the light and that's when you saw his handsome features.

"You were driving quite erratically back there. Care to explain what's going on?" He placed his elbows into your open window and ducked down enough to hear you, but with the rain and splashes that were dripping down into the car was distracting to you both.

"I am not used to driving on this side of the road. I'm so sorry!" You explained. The officer uncrossed his arms and dipped his face back down again to look at you.

"Let's go sit in my car. It'll be easier than standing out here in the rain."

You followed him to his car and got into the passenger seat where you tried explaining what'd happened but you were struck by how gorgeous this man was. You could see tattoos peaking out from the edge of his cuffed shirt along his forearm, his light green eyes taking in your own appearance, dark curls, now wetted with rain, sharp jawline...

You adjusted yourself in the seat in a way that allowed your skirt to ride up dangerously high, but not so that it would appear you'd done it on purpose. Maybe you could flirt your way out of this. Or who knows, maybe you could wind up getting lucky tonight after all, as that was your goal when you went out in the first place.

You didn't miss the way the officer looked down at your bare thigh and then back up to your eyes as you spoke about how you couldn't find the wiper toggle.

"When we're done here, do you think you could help me find the toggle? I know it sounds so dumb, but I just don't know where it is. I'm so dumb sometimes. I'm sorry officer." You smile up at him and bit your lip.

His face remained stoic and calm but he did allow his gaze to drop to your lips.

"I can take a look when we're done here. That car you're driving, is not registered to you, nor is it a rental. Who's vehicle is that?" He speaks with his eyes pinned on you.

"It's my friend's actually. I'd really like to avoid a ticket or anything at all if possible." You lick your lips and drag your eyes over his uniform and broad stature.

"And how would you avoid such a fate? I should be writing you a ticket right now." He cocked his head in wait for your answer.

"I'd be so thankful if you didn't. I don't know what I could do to avoid getting a ticket. Is there any way to talk you out of it?" You noticed his name tag pinned over the breast pocket of his shirt, Officer Styles.

"You should be thankful. But I don't accept bribes via talk. If you're plan is to talk your way out of it then you're out of luck." He furrowed his brows as you wiggled a bit in your seat, angling yourself toward him.

"I see. Well, Officer Styles, is there anything I can do if talk is off the table?" You gulp hard. You were really pressing your luck here. You could get thrown in jail for your behavior.

Officer Styles pulled his eyes from you and leaned forward toward where a black box sat on his dash. He flipped a metal switch down and the green lights that blinked along the front dimmed down and only one red light remained lit. He turned back to you and put his hand through his hair as he looked at your mouth then back down to your thighs, which were now quite exposed from the position you were seated in. When you saw his attention on your thighs you parted your legs a couple of inches in invitation, if he felt so inclined.

"I have something in mind. But I'll need you to comply fully. No talking back, no smart mouth, just do as I say and I'll let you go without a fine."

Your eyes widened and you nodded at him as he slid his warm palm over the inside of your thigh and upward into your skirt. You opened your legs further for his access as the officer turned his whole body toward you.

"Okay. Good." He pinched at your thigh as he told you the rules, "We're going to move into the back seat and you're going to ride my cock like the little slut you are. But if I hear one bratty thing come out of your mouth I'm not going to let you come. Instead, I'm gonna fuck your mouth raw until you can't see or speak. Understood?"

You nodded and squeaked out a whine. Officer Styles was so fucking hot and you were going to get fucked by him in the backseat of his police vehicle. His dominance was a turn on and you wanted to comply so he'd be pleased with you.

You both exited the car and climbed into his back seat. You were immediately being dragged across the seat into the officer's lap where he pushed his lips onto yours, licking at your mouth, causing you to open up for him. The kiss was frantic and hard and you whined again, feeling his hardness poke at your center. He flipped your skirt up and grasped onto your ass, squeezing incredibly hard making you moan into his mouth. You ground down over him and he tilted his hips upward allowing you more friction from his cock.

Suddenly Officer Styles grabbed you by your hips and moved you off of him and began undoing his belt and trousers, pulling them down just enough so that he could pull his thick cock out through the front opening of his briefs.

You waited patiently for him as you watched his hard cock sway with it's heavy weight. You couldn't wait to sink down on him and feel it inside of you.

"Alright, now climb back up. Gonna show you how sluts get treated when they try to bribe cops." He spread his legs and planted his feet flat on the floor of the backseat.

You climbed over him, feeling your panties already soaked. He was hot and bossy and his cock looked very delicious. When you'd settled over him he slid his fingers into the band of your thong and ripped at it, causing the fabric to fall away from you. Now your bare, wet pussy was nudged onto his his thick and wide cock. You rocked over him again, wanting to feel him against you.

He smacked your ass hard, causing a shocking sting to travel down over your body. It rocked you forward into him and you moaned. He did it again as he leaned into you and bit down over your bottom lip.

"Fuck, you're already so wet for me, aren't you? Needy little slut, needing to get fucked by a cop, huh? So, climb on. Let's see how much you can handle."

You let out a groan as you brought yourself up and held onto the officer's strong shoulders. He held his hard prick up to your hole and swiped around a bit, nudging his abundant head up to your clit and then back down to you dripping entrance. He sighed as you began to sink down over him and you moaned loudly at the feeling of the stretch.

You had to move up and down a bit to really get adjusted and to finally sink down over his entire length, but once you were seated firmly onto the officer's lap with his cock tucked firmly inside of you, he showed no mercy as he began fucking up into you, smacking his groin into you at each thrust.

Your mouth parted and you were being bumped up quite violently with the force of his cock inside of you, sliding through your walls and pushing into you so fucking deeply caused you to see Jesus Christ himself. You'd never been fucked like this before. His feet planted and thighs working his hips as they thrust, you could do nothing but take it.

"Fuck! Oh my god!" Was all you could get out before he smacked your ass again.

"Taking my big cock into your little cunt like a good slut." Officer Styles grunted out. You couldn't make much noise because air was being punched out of your throat each time he drilled himself up into you.

The slick sounds of your cunt being smacked into and Office Styles' occasional grunts and dirty words were the only noises filling his car.

When the officer slowed his pace after cursing you could tell he was on the verge of coming. His slower pace allowed you to moan and gasp at the repeated forceful intrusion of his long cock, reaching deep inside of your tummy.

"Mmm... Feels so good." You moaned and keened as your clit was dragging over the fabric of his briefs that he'd left on for ease, his slick cock poked through the opening of the front, buried deeply into your cunt.

His hands grasped at your thighs and he moaned when he looked down at where you two were connected, his girthy shaft disappearing into your pussy at each thrust.

"You've been a good little cock slut for me, so I'll let you come this time." He angled his hips upward sharply and you yelped at the pinch it caused inside of you. Officer Styles was too deep for you. Normally you'd have told whatever guy you were fucking that it was too much, but you wouldn't dare tell Officer Styles to stop. He was doing you a favor by letting you get out of a ticket and letting you come, so you wouldn't complain at how deep he reached and how it ached in your tummy when he thrust into you sharply like he did just then.

"Thank you, sir! I want to come. I'll be a good cock slut for you!" He rolled his eyes to the back of his head as he looked up toward the ceiling of his cop car. Seeing your drenched hole take him in was sending him over the edge too quickly and he needed to pace himself so you could come around him. He loved the feel of women coming around his cock, it made his own orgasm that much better.

"Then come. Fucking come on my cock. Let me see you." He brought his gaze to yours as he slurred out his words. He was losing his mind having you around him like this. He'd fucked many women, it wasn't hard in his position. Not only was he a man in uniform, but he was attractive and confident. He'd rarely ever been turned down. He got all the pussy he wanted, when he wanted it. On the regular. But he really enjoyed fucking your tight little pussy with your tiny skirt flipped up over your hips. You looked so good stuffed full of his cock.

The officer's sharp strokes up into you caused you more pain but it turned into euphoria paired with the friction your clit received from his briefs. You began to shake and moan loudly, your heart rate picked up and you threw your head back in ecstasy as your orgasm crashed through you violently. You dripped down over the officer's pants and over his briefs, soaking him all over and even onto the seat below. He'd need to change his briefs as soon as he got home before his wife saw the mess you'd caused.

He released his orgasm into you, coming when you squeezed over his cock with your pretty little whines and moans in his ears. Officer Styles groaned into the car when the force of his climax throttled him. He held you down on him as he came inside of you, whimpering his own curses and praises into your ears.

When your brain collected itself the officer smacked your thighs, "Up you go."

You shakily climbed off of him and watched as his come spilled out onto his pants and onto the seat of his car. You covered your mouth, eyes wide, hoping he wouldn't be mad.

"Goddamnit!" He shouted as he wiped over his pants and then looked at you. You didn't know it would be so messy, and it wasn't your fault that you dripped him out like that so you stayed silent, waiting for his next comment.

He grasped at your chin and shook his head, "Couldn't have been helped, could it? You're just a simple cock slut who didn't know any better. Here." He leans down and grabs your torn thong and stuffs it into your hands.

"Can't have my wife finding your panties in my car, now can we?" He chuckled and tucked himself back in before redoing his belt.

You take your wet panties and ball them up into one of your palms and try to open the door but it's locked from the inside.

"Hold on. I'll open up your door from the outside, just wait here." The officer steps out of the vehicle, slamming the door behind him before rounding his car and opening up your door.

"Now, you needed help finding the wiper toggle?" He says as you climb out.

"Yes. Please, if that's alright, sir." You follow him to your car and he scrunches himself into the tiny car and turns on the engine before easily finding the nob to turn on the windshield wipers. He points to where you find it, "Right here is the switch. Turn it toward yourself to increase the speed, away to decrease and turn off." He climbs out and motions for you to get back into your friend's car.

When you've sat into your seat, the officer is still standing there, holding onto the door, waiting for you to get situated. He watches you with a frown and leans over you to buckle you in.

"Not too smart are you? Now I've just potentially saved your life by buckling you in. You owe me. Take this." He hands a card to you and it's got his department info on it, along with his name and a number. Harry Styles.

"Thank you, officer. Again. For everything." He keeps his face hardened but you see the smallest edge of a smile creep onto his lips as he closes the door and walks back to his car, which you watch in your rearview mirror until he's completely out of your site and inside of his own vehicle.

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ghost of you

summary: their lives have changed so much in the past 6 months. what has been going on in the two lovers lives months after their affair ended?

warnings: angst, smut (if you squint), and exs. this will be the last part of the series. if this is your first time reading this please read part one and part two for background.

wc: 4.8k

How do you mourn a person that isn’t dead?

Especially when you are surrounded by memories that always linger around you. 

It had been six months since Harry was last in her apartment. It was almost torture being in the one place the both of them created the most memories. Her home had almost become like a sanctuary for them both. A place where they could touch each other without a care in the world. Intimate moments that the two of them would only know about.

For these past months, Y/N began to see a therapist. She needed a listening ear that her friends couldn’t be for her. These months have been a reflection of her time with Harry. There were days where she felt as if she had defeated the feelings she had lingering for her ex lover. Then she had days like today.

Today was a rough day for Y/N. She was going through one of her moments of sadness. Her eyes were on the painting that Harry had first approached her at. Yes, Harry actually found a way to buy the painting behind her back, and surprised her with it on their anniversary. 

“Open your eyes, my heart.” 

Y/N’s face immediately dropped at the colorful canvas infront of her eyes. Her hand reached out to touch and see if this was true. 

Harry watched her with bright eyes trying to gauge her reaction. He thought that he was doing too much, but the past six months he had spent with her were magical. He needed to have some way to express that. 

“It’s the original one for the night we met. There were some strings that I had to pull but it was worth it.” Harry said as he began to get nervous the more she wouldn’t say anything. 

“I love it. I love you.” Y/N’s mind had slipped up because she was so entranced with the painting that she had forgotten that they had never said those sacred words to each other. ‘

“Y-you love me?” When Harry repeated the question to her it finally snapped for her. Y/N had always been a confident woman. One who would stand her ground no matter what. At this moment. She felt the need to cower and retract her words. Harry had studied her for these few months and he saw an emotion he never did before. She was terrified. 

“I- I don’t-,” she couldn’t even get her words out right.

“If you meant that. Truly meant that. I love you too.” 

Y/N rushed to connect their lips together. The pair spent that night on her living room floor making love infront of the fireplace. Where above hung the painting that brought the two lovers together.

She was pulled out of the memory when her phone began to ring. Honestly, she was suffering from a little bit of PTSD from her cellphone ringtone. Harry had called her phone over thirty times before she blocked him permanently. She had voicemails from him on her phone that she had yet listened to. Looking down to find her device, the name on the screen happened to be a childhood friend. Picking up the phone, she had to move it away from her ear as Jonathan called out to her.

“Wake the hell up,” this was something that he would say to her no matter the time of day. 

“Not today, I have no desire to.”

“That is the issue right there. We need to get you out of the house. You’re coming with me.”

“To where?” She asked nipping at her skin.

“A bar. It’s going to be very casual. Only a few friends coming. If it gets too much I’ll let you retreat to your fortress.”

“I’ll stop by for one drink. Send me the location.” 

…

Being out for the first time in months felt a little strange. She put on a brave while set with her friends. Her second drink was finally starting to settle in her stomach as she started to nurse on the third drink her friend had for her. 

Y/N wasn’t ready to fully lead a conversation yet, but she was fully engaged. Each time a joke was shared amongst the group she would throw her head back in laughter. 

What Y/N didn’t know was that her ex-lover was staring at her across the room. Harry had been watching her for about ten minutes. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. 

Six months without seeing her, feeling her touch, taking in her beauty. When his eyes landed on her, he felt as if someone hit him in the chest with a ball. His breath was taken away. 

Then the rage came. 

A reminder of how his life had been going for the past months. It all started with the email.

Harry’s wife didn’t get the chance to read it the night that she sent it, but by morning disaster knocked on the front door of his home. 

Once Harry stepped back inside the house after dropping his daughter at school his wife confronted him immediately. He couldn’t even get a word in. He was called every name under the book. He was grasping at straws because he didn’t understand how she found out. Harry already knew that he was a liar, cheater, and disgusting. 

One thing about him that was certain, is that he was a perfectionist.

 A perfectionist in everything in his life. This one trait caused him to climb higher at his job than the average person. When he began this affair he spent his time planning and organizing everything to the smallest detail. 

He had a credit card on the side that his wife had no clue about so he could use it freely with Y/N. If they planned a trip away he had a solid excuse for it, and if his wife happened to catch on he had an excuse for that. Any time that he spent away from home he made sure there was an excuse to match it. He never brought Y/N to his home, so there would never be a trace of her lingering. He was in control of the whole situation. So how could he possibly have lost control of everything? 

“The audacity of her. T-that fucking video. You’re a coward. Your mistress had to tell me before you could.” You would have thought at the moment he would have cared about consoling his wife. His pregnant wife was clearly in distress, but all he could think about is Y/N. He couldn’t describe it as anything else but betrayal. 

“S-she told you? Where?” He moved around the house frantically away from his wife pacing toward his office as his wife followed. 

“My email. How long did this go on? Why did she make it sound like you had a full-blown relationship with her, Harry?

Because it was.

He loved her. To anyone on the outside this possibly couldn’t be love. It was complicated for him. His body was placed with his family while his heart rested in the hands of someone else. He didn’t answer her as he sat down in his office going immediately to look at what she said. 

“All you care about is what she said. What about me?”

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? I don’t know if I am. I didn’t intend on falling in love with another woman, but it happened. Grace we need to be truthful, we both fell out of love with each other years ago. The arguing, then the fertility. There was a point in time when what we had was love. Now all you look at me as is some sort of sperm donor. We don’t have love.” He unleashed all the feelings that he had been keeping hidden inside of him. His affair with Y/N surely wasn’t the start of the downfall of his marriage. There was no love long before, Y/N came into the picture. 

“She didn’t ruin our marriage. We- I did.” He moved from the computer needing a moment. Hearing the words out of his own mouth he couldn’t help but feel a bit of emotion coming to him. Maybe they could have worked out their issues with enough counseling. He would never know because he never gave it the chance to. Instead, he searched for the love that he had before in another home. A temporary cushion of relief from the tension in his marriage would end up shifting his life.

“I’m taking Isabella and leaving. You don’t deserve to see her or this child.” This is when Harry lost it momentarily. He was a shit husband there was no denying that, but he was always a good father. Grace knew this. She wanted to hurt Harry in the worst possible way, and one of the only ways she knew to do this was through the kids. 

“How fucking low are you to threaten me with not seeing my children?” He said shooting up from the desk to stand. He didn’t want to get anywhere near her while feeling this angry. He would never hurt her, but he also didn’t want to scream in her face. 

“You won’t keep me away from my girls no matter how angry you might be feeling. Isabella is not leaving this home. I’ll leave. She’s staying right here where I know she will be safe. Where I know how to get to her.” Grace couldn’t even stand to see him anymore. She was disgusted by him. 

“Right now, I’m going to leave. When Bella is out of school I’m picking her up, and I don’t want you here. I can’t stand to look at you.” With that said she walked out leaving the house. 

Harry sat down in his seat and began to cry in his hands. He loved his daughter with everything in him. Every morning was their time together. From breakfast until he walked her into class. Right now, he knew that it was possibly about to be taken away from him. He would never be able to explain to her why he ruined the foundation of their home. 

His little girl that was growing in his wife’s belly was going to be born into something that was broken. He collected himself because he knew that he would have to in order to make it through this rough area in his life. His eyes trailed from the keyboard, and he knew by looking at the black screen he needed to search for the email.

He immediately scrambled to go search for it. Once he reached it he couldn’t help but be full of fury. 

Dear Mrs. Styles,

There is no easy way for me to put this and I hate that it has to be done in this cruel way. I’ve been having an affair with your husband. Harry and I have had a relationship since last year. I knew that he was married and I’m sure that you’re asking “why didn’t I care? Why now?” The truth is that I just simply cannot answer that in a way that could provide you some comfort. I thought what Harry and I had was love in the purest form. Real, raw, and passionate. I’ve slowly realized today that it wasn’t that at all. There was never any love between us. Harry has told me lies and many empty promises. Today our relationship ended but I wanted you to hear it from me. This is my side of the truth that he more than likely will never choose to disclose to you. I’m sure that you will think that I’m some crazed person making up allegations. All the attachments below are him and I. There is no way that he could spin or lie about this. I’m sorry.

Three Attachments

He went over the email once more, and the waves of anger in him that he just would never be able to understand. He was so upset that she would question his love for her. He didn’t know what to do or how to handle a situation like this. Then he looked at the attachments that hadn’t loaded. 

Taking a deep breath he stared at the first which was a picture. 

The first one was them together last spring. A simple selfie of the lovers infront of a wall of flowers. Harry’s head was tucked into her neck breathing in her scent and if he closed his eyes he swore he could be taken back to the exact moment. Harry knew that right here he was in love with her and you could see it all over his face. 

He moved to the second attachment which was a bit more sentimental to him. He hated that even though he couldn’t be angrier at her right now, he smiled once the photo came onto the screen. Harry and Y/N had been away just for the weekend. 

During the trip, every single thing possible could have gone wrong. Harry caught a flat while going up to their destination. Once the roadside assistance finally showed up. They both were so tired. They decided instead of continuing the drive they would just look for a hotel in the area and continue tomorrow. 

All of the decent hotels in the area were booked. This made the two lovers show up at a rundown motel. Once they hit the bed they couldn’t do anything but laugh. Y/N climbed on top of him to take a picture of him on top of the outdated comforter.

You could see that Harry’s hands were placed on her thighs. Soon after the picture was over they both whispered how much they loved each other. In the same outdated room, they made love for the first time before they even told each other verbally.

The last attachment made him physically sick. He was sick that Y/N sent this because she knew that he would see. The fact that his wife even had to see this also made him sick. This night was in her apartment. It was a rough spot in their relationship. 

Truthfully, it was a reunion after not seeing each other for two weeks. Harry wasn’t finding a way to fit her into his free time, and she asked him about her place in his life. Which led to a huge argument. After a week of no talking, Harry started to miss his lover. 

The second week was considered forgiveness week. He started off strong, he would send flowers to her job begging to talk. Then he would send her favorite desserts to her house. On the exact fourteenth day, he called her and she happened to finally answer. He said that he was five minutes away from her home.

Y/N couldn’t help but feel special. 

He was coming to her after he got out of work, so to her, she felt like he chose her. One of the things he didn’t do is come to her house straight after work. Especially during a weekday. For one of the first times, she felt more important than his wife. Once she answered the door for him, the lovers spent the rest of the time reconciling. 

They talked, they cuddled, and they fucked.

One thing about them, they expressed themselves best in this way. If their minds weren't connected their bodies always could be. Before Harry had to leave, she had offered him to take a bath together. Harry didn’t care what lie he had to make he was going to join that bath. Y/N sat everything up when he agreed to it. There were candles set up all around the bathroom. It was romantic just like she wanted for her lover.

 Before they got in the tub, Y/N turned to Harry. “I want to record us. Just to remember this moment. That we can get through anything thrown our way. I love you, H. I want to record our love.” 

Harry felt like a deer in headlight. He was so in love with her, he never wanted to record before. For some reason, he wanted to see it. See their love.

“I love you. I want to record us.” 

Sometimes they had to be separated from each other longer than both of them would have liked. He also wanted to have something just for them. In case they had that feeling of missing each other. As they went into the bathroom bare of any clothes they climbed into the tub together. Before Y/N went o go lay on his chest, she sat the phone in the corner of the tub. They just wanted it to be authentic.

As he watched it back, you couldn’t really see their faces due to the dim lighting. Anyone in the world could identify that it was Harry due to his recognizable tattoos. 

The video first started with just some light touching. Y/N relaxed as Harry began to rub his hands across her stomach under the water. He went to kiss her neck and Y/N gave him clear access to it. As his hands lowered he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. 

Of course, you couldn’t see what Harry’s hand started doing, but it was a clear indication of what it was when Y/N let out a long moan. His fingers slipped in between her cunt finding her clit. Y/N’s grip on the tub tightened as Harry’s unoccupied hand grabbed her thigh to try and keep them apart. He can now hear everything he is saying on video since he stopped talking in her ear. 

“Let me see that pretty cunt, don’t hide from me.” 

“You like how that feels? Talk to me, darling.” 

“Just let me take care of you.”

He remembered how long that exact foreplay lasted so he decided to skip the video when it was near the end. He stopped at the part where Y/N was now riding him screaming out his name. You can hear and see Harry’s ecstasy. His moans could be heard from even the lowest volume on his computer. While he is being vocal his hands are scratching across Y/N’s lower back. 

“I’m going to come, Harry. I can’t control it. Come with me please.” She said crying out as the water was nearly spilling out of the tub. 

“Let me feel you, I’m right here.” As soon as she clamped down on him she collapsed into his arms slightly shaking from her orgasm. Harry released inside of her tightening his arms around her body and screaming out “I love you, you’re so good to me.” As he hugged her to his body, that's the only thing that repeated from his mouth until he felt her coming down. 

The rest of the video is them cuddling while he is still inside of him until the screen cuts off for some reason. Y/N edited the video. He would never forget what he said at the end of that. 

“One day, this will be us every day. You’ll be my wife. I have to make you my wife.”

Harry immediately deleted the email from his wife’s account for good. He let out a deep sigh leaning back in his office chair. There were just so many thoughts going through him. He needed to get the fuck out. So, he did exactly that. He had collected anything that he would be able to fit inside his car. He walked out of the home for the last time leaving memories behind that he never thought he would. Harry truthfully didn’t know where to go, so when he knocked on one of his close friend's door. He made his place in a spare room and was there until he found a temporary penthouse where he had been staying since.

…

These past months had flashed through his mind while he continued to watch her across the bar. Every emotion. He had never planned to see her again, well maybe again but not this soon. Once Y/N got up and excused herself from the group, Harry felt as if that was a green light. He trailed her close enough for him to see her, but not to alert her that someone was following her. 

Once she pushed out the back door, she let out a heavy breath finally feeling free from having to be social. By now she had too many drinks, and was ready to head home. When she heard the back door open her head turned at the sound. Harry swore that he had never seen a person’s face turn into a deep scowl this fast. As the door shut, Y/N let out a loud scoff. 

“What are you doing here, Harry?”

He kept his mouth shut for a while taking in her beauty. As if it was the first time he met her. He took in her grace. Only this time it wasn’t a curious stranger, it was a scorned lover. Who looked at him with so much hatred it made Harry want to run.

“I’m just here to talk.” He finally spoke and walked toward her. She backed away as if she feared him. 

“Y-you followed me here?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I happened to be here too. You would think that after fucking me for a year you would know I come here with my friends.” Harry hated the bitterness laced his tone. He knew that it was about to get nasty. 

“After a year of fucking,” she said under her breath. Laughing at his choice of words. 

“I’m just saying what you’ve clearly felt. You didn’t feel any love from me, right? We were just fucking around for a year.” He was poking the bear on purpose. Over their time together, they both knew how to press each other's buttons in a way no one ever could. 

“You’re fucking unbelievable.” 

“Just quoting you, sweetheart. I actually saw everything that you had to say during your little email.” Y/N felt her face drop a little at the mention of the email. In her defense, she spent the time trying to bury Harry in a deep pocket in her brain. She recalled sending the email, but once she sent it she never reread what she said exactly. She didn’t want to. Whatever she typed first is exactly what she wanted to say. 

“I-I forgot about the email.” She said breathlessly.

“You forgot about the email? Y-you fucking forgot about the email that turned my life upside down? The email that has me seeing my babies just for the weekend. Everything between us must really be shit if this is all so forgettable for you” She couldn’t believe the words falling out of his mouth. 

“If that’s what you believe then why should I waste my time talking to you?”

“How the fuck do I know what to believe? You know for the first month I read that email over and over. Not understanding how you felt. You’re talking in that email with so much hate” Tears began to hit her eyes. Everything was starting to feel overwhelming. Feelings that she was trying to recover from. 

“Then I start thinking about the soft touches, you kissing me, or even the night in that bathtub; I start to think to myself how a person could be so delicate with me and then send an email like that.” His voice was soft. She could remember the things that she said to him. She can remember the touches that her fingers felt. Looking at him was hurtful. Not only mentally grueling but physically. She could still feel his lingering touches on her skin after all this time. 

“Was I some kind of thrill to you?” He asked provoking her. He just wanted her to talk to him. Even if she was screaming at him he wanted it. He wanted anything she would give him. “Fucking a married man and being able to get away with it? Did you ever even have one ounce of love for me? For us? Tell me!” He screamed out in the empty alleyway.

“You’re so blinded by one thing that I did, you can’t even see your own shit. You drove me to write that email. You can blame me for falling in love with you, sure. Then I’m going to need you to look in the mirror and recognize your own faults. Maybe on how this situation is all on you.” 

Harry shook his head at her words, it wasn’t the fact that he didn’t already know this; He didn’t desire to hear it from the woman he still loved. 

“You approached me first, even with the hotel you were the one who came to me.” He knew that he did, but he wouldn't be able to explain to anyone other than himself how he felt as if he had no choice. It felt that everything was fate. He let her talk because he had no idea if this was going to be the last time that they did. It was pathetic how he didn’t want this conversation to ever end. “So, don’t you ever stand here, and blame me for you getting less time with your kids. This happened because of your actions.”

“I know.”

“If you know why would you say that shit to me.”

“I-I don’t know.” Harry was at a loss for words now. Anything that they ever had died as soon as he walked out her door six months ago. Y/N stepped closer to Harry. It was too far for Harry’s liking, but if he wanted to he could reach out to her. 

“You broke my heart, Harry.” She said weakly. A tear began to roll down her face and almost as if was in his nature Harry reached out to wipe it away. She whimpered at his touch. Harry savored this moment knowing that this would more than likely be the last time. 

“I know, my heart. I didn't intend to, but it happened this way.”

“Why did you get her pregnant?” She knew that she sounded insane for the question, but it was the one thing that happened been circling in her head for months. This was the betrayal that hurt her the most. Y/N broke down thinking about it.

She had been filling up her head for months with this idea of her having a future with him. She imagined them together with kids one day. She had imagined them married. Even if she said now that she never thought about it even after they broke up, she would be lying to herself.

At night, she would often sit in her bed staring at the high ceiling, and think about what could have been. Harry hated to see the hurt that was across her face. Harry didn’t care if she hated him. He brought his arms around her letting her fall into his chest as she cried. She didn’t protest because his touch was her kryptonite. It felt so good to have him in this way even if it was only for a while. 

“Shh, I never lied to you. I wasn’t trying to have another child with her. There must have been a slip-up. I’m sorry. I’m not moving either, not anymore. I’m staying here. I didn't mean for things to go this way. I didn’t know what to do.” He whispered out to her. Maybe if he said these things six months ago, then it would have turned out differently for the two lovers.

He didn’t know if his words consoled her. All he could hope for was that she heard him. “What I said about the email was true. I forgot about it because I’ve been trying to erase you from my memory. How could I erase you if you’re the first person I’ve ever loved like this? It doesn’t make it easier if I see you, Harry.” She stepped back away from him.

Harry was surprised when he felt her lips on his. He immediately brought his hands to her hips keeping her close to him. Feeling her sweet touch after this long, was something he never knew he needed. As she broke away a little too soon for his liking. She stared into his emerald eyes which held so much joy. She knew Harry was more than likely hoping that this would be their reunion. 

“You need to let me recover from you. If you see me in public ignore me. Avoid places that we both like. I don’t know what the hell you will have to do.” Harry’s mouth dropped in shock. He felt as if his heart was beating more rapidly with each sentence. 

“We are now ghosts to each other. My heart can’t take any more damage from you. You will let me go. For good, Harry. Forget me. There is no other option for us.” 

“What happened to we can get through anything thrown our way? You said that. They’re your words.” 

“Things change, Harry.” She tore her eyes off of him and stormed past him back inside.

As she passed by, he closed his eyes basking in her scent that trialed a few seconds behind her. It was gone by that time he heard the door slam, signaling her being gone for good. There was no trace of her. Harry knew that it would be too painful to knowingly be in the same room after everything. 

He walked down the alley not caring about the darkness until he called a cab. She had asked him to forget her. No matter how painful it was for him to do, he followed the one request that his lover asked. No matter how many years would pass that’s always what she would be to him. He’s broken more than enough promises to her. He needed to do something right, and that’s exactly what he was going to do. 

Forget her. 

A/N: Ahh! The end of cheater H! Thank you for being here and reading along. There were so many different ways I could have gone, but this for me feels the most right. I went back and forth if I should reunite them or show them a few years later. As much as I loved both ideas this ending felt the most real to me. Also, it leaves me an opening if I ever feel inspired to add an ending to them. Maybe in the future or if someone requested I can write a few blurbs about different parts of their relationship. Time will tell. Thank you so much once again. I love you. <3

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

The Divorce

After several years of marriage and two children Y/N's worried that Harry’s not been himself. Then, Y/N sees something she clearly wasn’t supposed to.

Warnings: Infidelity, neglect, divorce, arguing, angst.

Part 1^ - "I want a Divorce."

Part 2^ - The Confessional

Part 3^** - New Beginnings

**This story and the characterizations of those pictured as the story's main characters are fictional work and in no way depict the actual behaviors/ideas/personalities of these people in real life.**

[erodasfishtacos]

Always Knew You Weren’t The One

prompt (kofi commission): Mama tacos I wanna commission cheatingrry break up with Anna BUT u don’t have to do it right away like if u have other stuff planned I’m so fine with waiting I just kinda wanna guarantee it and just know that’s it’s coming in the future u know hehehe aka The Breakup Fic.

Word count: 6.5k+

Warnings: mentions on domestic abuse, smut, harry cheats on OFC w/ YN; MINORS DNI, 18+

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It didn’t feel quite real when Harry woke up.

All the memories of yesterday flooding back to him in a rush of emotion and pure, unadulterated happiness that all his dreams are finally coming true.

YN is nearly on top of Harry as she snoozes, he’s flat on his back and has her face hidden in his neck, chest on his, and thigh slung over his hips.

He gently wriggles under so he can lift up her left hand, just the smallest amount, and notices that the engagement ring is still sitting firmly on the finger he’d placed it on last night.

Harry couldn’t explain the thoughts that were coursing through his mind, that after all this hard work and dedication to making her better that they were able to get to this point.

The girl he’d been desperately in love with since he was fifteen, she was finally his in every way, and he was just internally growling with possessiveness.

The ring looked so fucking pretty on her finger, it matched her - beautiful, one-of-a-kind, and just breathe-taking.

He was going to marry her, actually, truly now has confirmation that he’ll be able to make this woman his wife.

Sue him, he’s a guy - he can’t help it if his cock twitches a little bit at the thought of her spread underneath him every night for the rest of his life.

Harry had already convinced himself that if he didn’t end up marrying YN, he probably would have never gotten married to anyone else.

A quiet intake of air interrupts his thoughts as YN stirs awake, taking a few snuffingly breathes - lips smacking against his chest.

Panic shoots through his entire being, now was the absolute moment of truth, what if she woke up and regretted it?

What if she wants to hand back the ring and act like nothing ever happened?

Harry doesn’t think he could mentally handle that with a serious breakdown in the process.

“You’re too sticky,” YN complains with a sleepy rasp in her tone, voice croaky but she makes no attempt to move from her spot.

Harry’s hand moves to thumb over her cheekbone as she blinks tiredly up at him, “M’only like this because you’ve been clung to me like a little monkey the whole night.”

“Lies,” She giggles when he starts to tug her up closer until their noses are basically touching, her eyes twinkling and happy, “My fiancé shouldn’t say such hurtful things.”

And there it is.

“Baby,” Harry croons in complete bliss, making her laugh from her belly when he begins to pepper kiss all over her nose, cheeks, jaw in adoration, “I-I am so god damn proud of you. You’re finally mine, pup.”

“You know I’ve always been yours,” She whispers with a more serious tone, wriggling as close as possible - he still smells like his cologne from the night before and it’s intoxicating.

It makes tears prick behind his eyes because he’s always known that but now it finally feels that way as he looks at his strong, empowered, confident fiancée.

“Please let me have you, darling,” He pleads softly, lips brushing more meaningfully against hers this time and his hands sliding down her sides to her hips, “Need to show you how much I love you.”

“You think you deserve it?” YN teases playfully, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth and giving it a nip.

“Don’t deserve you,” Harry murmurs honestly, licking over his bitten lips, “But hope you’ll still let me have you. Give you what you deserve - spread you open, make you drip, make you feel good.”

Fuck, he was irresistible from the low, croak of his morning voice to how his eyes were flickering between her lips and eyes.

“Come on, might as well practice your husbandly duties,” YN remarks coyly, dragging her cold toes across his calves, “Prove to me you’ll be a good one.”

And bingo, YN should have known that was going to strike a chord because Harry's mood shifts dramatically from soft and sweet to rough and predatory as he quickly flips them until she’s on her back and he’s straddling her hips.

Harry gives her a wide, sharp smile as he chuckles deep from his chest, “Oh puppy. M’gonna show you what a good husband does.”

“All talk, no action,” She taunts just to make him bristle before he’s cutting off anything else she’s about to throw at him by putting his index and middle finger to her lips.

“Suck,” He commands, his tone has lost its teasing edge and now he’s telling her exactly what to do for him.

And she just melts so fucking beautifully when she wants to, which she does right now, her eyes become wider, more unfocused, and she whines but opens her mouth.

“There my good girl,” Harry murmurs proudly, eyes darkening as her tongue twirls around his fingers, playfully bringing her teeth down on his knuckles, “Get ‘em wet for me.”

YN does as she’s told, lapping at them as she keeps her gaze on him, wriggling her hips in excitement when with his free hand he shoves her underwear down until they’re stuck around her thick thighs.

He takes his now damp fingers down between her legs, even though she was slick enough on her own before he’s teasing at her entrance.

“Stop teasing,” YN hisses, she always got so fucking bratty when she wasn’t in the mood to be edged at all and it made Harry lean down to bite at her jaw, “Make me come.”

And Harry submits for her, like he always does, shucking off her panties before his fingers are slipping in easily and the right velvet of her walls make him twitch as he crooks his fingers toward her spot.

“I’ve always given you what you wanted, yeah?” Harry murmurs softly, his fingers are moving at a torturously slow rate - making her full and wanting more.

“Always,” YN agrees sweetly, letting her legs spread open as far as possible to welcome him in, her excitement coating his fingers as she tries to push down on them.

“Cut it out, you’re not riding them right now,” Harry scolds with a grunt when she tries to build up a rhythm by using her thighs as momentum, “If you don’t stop being greedy, I’m not making you come.”

YN begrudgingly stops moving her hips down with a narrowed glare and a pouty lower lip that Harry has to bite at until she squeaks.

“There’s my good little wife,” Harry coos because the words taste so good on his tongue, his sweet scared girl - trusting and confident because she knows what she is so fucking certain of what she wants now.

“H,” YN whines, moving down to wrap her fingers around his wrist, halting his motions between her legs until they lock eyes again, “Please baby, need you in me. C’mon, don’t want to be teased, just want it.”

Harry wants to bite her again, make her shimmer down but she’s bossy and he folds to her every single time - the only person on earth who he’d follow blindly.

“Okay, okay,” He simpers as he sits back up, he wants to get his mouth on her - lick into her until she’s teary and hazy but he can always get back to that afterwards.

Despite the fact that he has the urge to grab himself at the base, tease his ruddy head against her clit, smack the weight of it there and just barely push in but he knows he’ll only get pushback from her because that’s not what she wants right now.

Instead, he tucks himself into her carefully even though he doesn’t need to be - her cunt is slick and open for him, giving him not resistant but still snug as all hell around him.

He thinks this has to be the closest thing to heaven.

“Yes,” YN hisses in a high pitch mewl that makes his hackles raise, when she tries to meet his hips to get more movement, he grips her waist and pushes her down against the mattress - stilling her.

“What has gotten into you, puppy?” Harry grits out in impatience, holding her steady and letting himself rest at her opening before slowly but fiercely thrusting into her.

“We’re engaged,” YN whispers almost like it’s a secret as she pulls him down with a hand weaved through his hair until their lips are locking together, “We’re going to get married, have babies, grow old together.”

Harry gasps into her open mouth, his breath taken away because just like the night before it truly hits him again and he doesn’t even recognize that he has tears trailing down his cheeks.

“Yeah,” He laughs shakily, not even able to focus on kissing her, “I’m going to make you my wife, give you as many babies as you want, take care of you until forever. You’re mine, aren’t you? Finally fucking mine.”

Her thumbs come up to brush the wetness away, “You know you’ve always been it for me. Through it all, H. Never have given it to anyone but you.”

It makes a spark of proud possessiveness lick up his spine, nearly purring as he murmurs, “Only one who’s ever going to eat this perfect little cunt, tease it, fuck it. Right, pup?”

The words have YN trying to squeeze him between her thighs before letting them fall open again to reveal herself to him like a fucking birthday present.

“Look at her,” Harry admires pleased, thumb coming to rub tight circles on her swollen bud as he starts a steady pace of fucking into her.

YN gets frustrated because now Harry’s being bossy and she just wants to take control - her orgasm has been teetering for the past few minutes and she wants it wreck her.

She bats his hand away from her, ignoring his hiss of irritation when she scootches up the bed until he’s completely out her - cock drippy with a mixture of both of them, hard, and so fucking thick.

Before he has time to complain, she’s rearranging them until she can straddle his hips and slide right down onto his length the way she wants.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Harry moans out, body melting against the headboard as YN takes what she wants, grinding her hips in deep circles to hit her spot while her clit gets the friction from his pubic bone, “S’yours, can’t believe you ever had to doubt how much it is. Got the sweetest pussy on this earth, fuck.”

It made YN swell with confidence as her orgasm starts building in no time once again but it tips her over the edge when Harry uses both of his big hands to push her tits together and take quick turns nipping and sucking at her nipples

“Oh, yes. Feels so good,” YN mewls, hand coming to cradle the back of his head to keep his mouth working on her chest as she speeds up her hips on him, using him to get her own pleasure.

Harry is so gone for his girl, admires how she has no shame in chasing her pleasure as she rides him - not trying to be sexy or get him going (even though it does) but to find her own euphoria - eyes squeezed shut, sweat beading at her temple as her rhythm is sloppy and uncoordinated as she cries out as she comes.

When YN starts to shake as she slumps against him in the aftermath of her peak, Harry moves to grip her hips, steadying her as he pumps up into her only a few times before he’s letting out his own growl of release before allowing his hips to fall back down to the bed.

In this moment, as YN nuzzles her face into his neck - her hair sticking to the dampness of his skin and he wraps his arms her to keep her tight to his chest - well everything was worth it.

The years of heartbreak, different girlfriends he despised, the tears, the anxiety, the late nights of just holding her through flashbacks, the copious amounts of hours he sat in a full waiting room as she did trauma therapy.

He helped heal her, make her whole again, ready to take on the world - now she was ready to live her life truly with him and it makes him feel indescribable, like his body is too small for all the emotion he feels.

Harry doesn’t realize how long he was wrapped up in his thoughts because what shakes him from them is a light snore from his fiancée.

YN had managed to drift back asleep despite what an awkward position she was cramped into as she splayed across his chest with her lips near his pulse point - safe and satisfied.

He can’t help but snort at how adorable she is as he readjusts her until she’s laying back fully onto the bed and grumbling tiredly.

And Harry can’t be blamed if he drifts back off to sleep for a little while longer.

- later that day -

Harry decided a public place was best for breaking up with Anna, he didn’t want to spend another minute attached to this woman, and so after he woke up once again, he texted her to make lunch plans to end it once and for all.

After she had pushed him last night, put hands on him, he felt any ounce of sympathy that he would have for ending it dissipated from his body - she didn’t deserve empathy anymore.

Anna was truly under a delusional impression, Harry and her had been through some of the nastiest fights she’s ever had with a boyfriend and she always thought he never broke up with her because he was that in love with her.

Never could she have guessed why he had stuck around and how it actually had nothing to do with her, that she was a pawn to prove loyalty to another.

He wasn’t even a good partner, he was sharp, impatient, cold, and unapproachable but to Anna, it was more enticing that she could tell people who her boyfriend was - wealthy, self-made, and extremely extremely attractive.

Harry even picked an small, quaint little brunch place in a fashion district of the city to help aid the harshness that was about to come.

He hoped a nice, busy restaurant would dissuade Anna from having an absolute raging meltdown that Harry was preparing for.

The last step before it’s just him and his fiancée, he couldn’t wait to get this over with, and get back to his love.

“Thank you for asking me out,” Anna starts as they get seated after meeting in the front of the old brick building, “I’m really sorry about how I behaved last night. It was unacceptable.”

Harry inhales a deep breath before nodding in agreement, “You're right. It was completely unacceptable for you to put your hands on me.”

Anna’s brows furrow at the way he chose to phrase his words, she was under the impression that this was just another one of their fights that would be swept under the rug.

“I just pushed you. Don’t act like I hurt you,” Anna bites back defensively, she didn’t appreciate that he was making such a big deal of a little shove.

“It’s not about it hurting or not,” Harry grits out, trying to keep his cool, “It’s the fact that because you were upset with me, you thought it was okay to do that.”

“If you wouldn’t have treated me like that, I wouldn’t have had to do that,” Anna scoffs, easily transitioning the blame to him instead as she takes a sip of her mimosa.

“I’m allowed to have boundaries,” He points out with annoyance, “I wasn’t feeling well and you tried to push your way into my house.”

“Yes, sorry for trying to be a good girlfriend,” She retorts with a tone drenched in sarcasm, accompanied by a roll of her eyes, “Why are you acting like such a baby, huh? Big bad man can’t take a little shove from a girl?”

Harry is desperately trying to keep his emotions under control as Anna tries to demean and gaslight him without even trying to disguise it.

It isn’t even close to the first time.

-

“You need to come to this party with me,” Anna sneers angrily, a bottle of perfume whirling past Harry's head and smashing against the wall behind him, “I’m sick of you being so inconsistent. You need to act like a fucking actual boyfriend.”

Harry feels his heart rate pick up as he looks back to see the sticky, sparkly perfume stain the starch white of the wall - glass fractured and broken on the ground.

“Throwing shit at me isn’t going to make me stay,” Harry roars back in her face, disgusted by who Anna turns him into as a person.

-

“It’s over,” Harry sighs, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I can’t do this anymore with you. I should have ended this a long time ago.”

Anna’s eyes widened, she had the audacity to actually be surprised, “Wha-? Harry, no. No, I’m sorry. I just - stop, you’re not breaking up with me. No.”

Harry shakes his head, praying she keeps her voice down, “I am. I am breaking up with you, Anna. It’s just not working out. I can’t fucking stand you, you can’t stand me. It doesn’t make sense.”

“We-we can make it work. I’ll do better, Harry. I promise, please baby,” Anna cries in a nasally whine that has him clenching his fist from how obnoxious and overdramatic it is.

“No, really. I need you to listen, it’s over,” He’s calm with his words, sipping his glass of water and not engaging back in her fight - letting her act like a tantruming toddler.

It’s just…Harry doesn’t have any empathy to watch a grown woman throw a fit like this over when he’s watched YN go through so much worse with stoic and strong composure.

YN only threw tantrums when Harry teased her too much when she just wanted him to make her come - he smiles softly to himself at the thought before Anna’s crying interrupts it.

Harry just watches as Anna’s expensive mascara runs down her cheeks, dabbing at them to prevent smudging, and she’s giving him these puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry, Anna. I am,” Harry lies to help smooth over the situation, “We just aren’t meant for each other. I’m sure you’ll find someone who -“

“You fucking prick,” Anna cuts him off, tears halting with her teeth clenched as fire blazes behind her irises in disbelief, “I knew it.”

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion until he follows Anna’s gaze to his neck - where no doubt YN has sucked a gnarly hickey onto that was supposed to be hidden under his collar but must have gotten exposed.

“How long, huh?” Anna demands, a shrillness coating her words, “How long have you been fucking that bitch while with me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harry lies steadily, he wasn’t going to bring YN into this like Anna wanted.

“How long have you been fucking YN behind my back?” She repeats in pure fury, “I should have known that pathetic girl would manage to make you feel sorry enough for her scar-riddled body that you’d give in and stick your dick in her.”

Harry refuses to argue with this woman but isn’t going to sit her and have her disrespect the love of his life.

“Have a nice life, Anna,” Harry tells her as he fishes out his wallet, placing a few bills down for the drinks and the food that hasn’t even been delivered yet, “Lunch is on me.”

Anna apparently isn’t happy with that though before she’s pushing out of her chair and tugging her purse onto her shoulder.

Before Harry can react, Anna is snagging her alcoholic drink and throwing it onto him - drenching him in a mixture of orange juice and expensive champagne that automatically makes his curls become limp in front of his face.

By the time he wipes his face with the napkin, eyes burning from the alcohol, she’s already stormed off and left.

Despite how much he reeked of mimosa, his gucci shirt was ruined, and the whole restaurant witnessed the incident - he had to chuckle to himself.

He was finally fucking free of that bitch.

It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t attempt to call him, text him, and even show up to his house a few times to no avail to apologize once again.

But those calls, texts, and knocks on the door go unanswered as Anna dwells on Harry, he’s too busy creating his new life with his favorite person on this earth.

- five years later -

Anna had just gotten seated with her parents at one of the most exclusive restaurants in London, her father managed to snag a reservation after a long month waitlist.

Her boyfriend, Todd, had also accompanied them - dressed not nearly fancy enough in a pair of loose jeans, scuffed up dress shoes, and an atrocious teal colored polo.

They’d been together for nearly three years, he hadn’t made any move to make things more serious with a ring or even ask her to move in with him.

He was mediocre at best, dull and liked to ditch her on the weekends to go watch rugby and drink pints down at the pub with his high school friends where they still basked in the memories of being popular over a decade ago.

Anna’s parents like him well enough but she was thirty now, they wanted her to settle down, get married, have kids, and it didn’t look like that was happening any time soon.

She would be lying if she said she’s forgotten about Harry, still daydreams about what their life would have been like together with vacations in Italy, a massive diamond on her finger, a few children with nannies to watch over them as they globetrot.

However, Anna had never heard from him since that fateful afternoon nearly five years ago when she had splashed a drink in his face.

All of their shared friends cut ties with her, Mitch, Sarah, Niall, none of them ever talked to her again after that.

Anna never actually knew if it was YN that she was dumped for, she had just assumed but even if that was so, she’s sure Harry would have gotten sick of her bullshit and left her soon after.

She imagined that Harry was probably switching around girl to girl every night, a different model-esque woman in his bed every night before he kicked them out with taxi fare the next morning.

“Let’s go get a drink, yeah?” Todd asks, dragging her out of her thoughts, “The waitress looks super overwhelmed. We can just order from the bar? Take a look at the view or something?”

It was a rooftop restaurant, overlooking the skyline of London’s buildings - fairy lights sparkling to keep a soft ambiance as the sun set behind the city.

“Sure,” Anna mutters as she begrudgingly takes Todd’s outstretched hand and trails over to where there’s even a wait at the bar but they manage to snag two seats.

After they’re served, they spin on their barstools to face away from the bar and out towards the tables and the view of Big Ben.

“Ma ma ma,” A squeaky, raspy baby voice breaks through Anna’s thoughts - at the table in front of them, it’s just a woman with her back to Anna but she’s holding the baby facing toward her in her lap, “Mamama.”

The woman’s hand reaches up to card through the baby’s insane amount of chocolate curls, Anna can’t help but notice the absolutely beautiful engagement and wedding band on her finger.

“That’s me, I’m your mumma,” Anna hears the girl’s mother humming to her baby, “You're so smart, my little love. Such a good girl.”

The voice sounds familiar but Anna can’t place it, maybe someone she went to school with or did yoga alongside at some point.

The girl is beautiful, her little features striking and baby soft like a cherub, she’s smiling at her mother with only two chiclet teeth onto her bottom row, and the curls in front of her head gathered into a small black bow.

She’s wearing this adorable onesie dress with a scalloped collar, a printed skirt that was definitely Burberry, with miniature Mary Janes on her feet.

“Mamama,” The baby giggles again happily, chubby fingers weaving into her mother’s hair as she brings herself even closer to her parent - the woman welcomes it, sprinkling kisses all over the baby’s glowy cheeks.

It was moments like this where Anna wanted a baby, who loved her unconditionally but she wasn’t sure she would ever give up her full attention to a child and have her life revolve around something other than what she wanted to do.

Anna’s eyes dart to the entrance when she sees someone she hasn’t seen in five years, someone who she thought about regularly still, and the five years have aged him like fine fucking wine.

Harry Styles.

He looks impeccable.

In a black, well-tailored suit with a barely buttoned white dress shirt underneath, a slim black silk scarf wrapped around neck with a cross necklace dangling between his pecs.

He stands tall and broad, his shoulders straight and wide as he runs a ringed hand through his hair as he glances around the rooftop, looking for someone.

Anna thinks he must be here for a business meeting as his eyes search the crowd and for a moment, her heart sinks into her stomach and she swears Harry meets her eye and smiles widely.

Holy shit.

Anna blinks harshly when he starts to stride toward her with a soft grin and waves, she waves back but furrows her brow when his eyes don’t meet hers like she thought they were from further away.

The moment is cut, reality seeps through as that same high-pitched baby voice squeals out excitedly, “Dadadada.”

Anna quickly realizes that the baby is calling to Harry, she’s calling Harry ‘dada’ but then she’s wondering maybe it’s a coincidence and it’s not his child.

However, it’s not, not when Harry steps over to the table and leans down to kiss the woman on the lips before gazing at the child.

“Dadadada,” The infant persisted through enthralled babbles, reaching out and smacking his cheek gently before whining for him.

“Hi pup,” Harry coos sweetly, his gravelly voice sending a certain feeling of arousal down Anna’s spine that’s uncontrollable, “You talking to your daddy? You miss me, darling?”

It was his baby.

As he scoops the little girl up, naturally propping her on his hip and nuzzling his nose into her curls before kissing her temple and then nose.

“Dadada,” His daughter chirps once again, just so besotted with her father as he cuddles her as close as possible.

“Look at you,” Harry praises through his thick accent, rubbing his scratchy cheek against hers, “I missed you so so much. Were you good for mumma?”

“Always is,” The mother responds before she tugs on Harry’s scarf to bring him down onto another kiss, that lasts a minute too long for such a public setting.

“Mm,” Harry rumbles against the woman’s mouth, his hand coming to thumb over her plump lips with a deep fondness, she notices a thick gold band sitting on his ring finger.

The woman turns around in her seat to sift through her diaper bag for a little jacket for their daughter as the light breeze brings a sharp nip to the night air.

When she turns, Anna feels her stomach drop through her stomach and down to her feet, it was none other than YN.

YN fucking YLN, we’ll probably now YN Styles.

Rage, jealousy, envy surges through her body when she realizes her daydreams of them never actually making it together as a couple weren’t true.

“C’mon, your parents are ready to order,” Todd nudges her before sliding off the stool and pulling her towards the table where then she is seated with Harry and YN right in her eye line.

She can’t focus on anything that her parents or boyfriend are trying to discuss as she watches Harry settle down into his chair with their daughter splayed like she owns him in the cradle of his arms, her legs idly kicking as she pulls his fingers toward her mouth to gnaw on his knuckle.

He looks so much the same as he did when they’d dated but just a bit different, his hair was longer, skin a bit tanner, and a few faint lines appearing on his face but barely noticeable.

Anna hated to admit it but YN was gorgeous, she always had been but age and motherhood had done her well as she sipped a glass of sparkling water with a lime in it.

YN lets out a peel of laughter when Harry winces, the baby’s sharp tooth catching him but when he huffs out a low groan of pain, his daughter just looks up at him and smiles before blowing a raspberry at him.

Harry gives his wife a fake glower of anger before leaning down to blow a return raspberry on the little girl’s belly as she giggles wildly at her father’s tactics.

It disgusted Anna how much he seemed to love the baby, his wife, all of the bullshit.

Anna tries to focus on the soup in front of her, and manages to stop staring for a bit until she sees Harry shrugging out of his suit jacket, balancing the baby on his thigh.

The girl is crying, making grabby hands towards her mother as tears streak her cheeks, pathetically whimpering, “Mamama.”

“Hold on,” Harry murmurs to his daughter, bouncing her as uses his free hand to drape the article of clothing over his wife’s shoulder, “Your mumma is gonna feed you, pup. No tears, my love.”

After YN is set up, Harry helps guide the curly haired baby under the blazer and it’s obvious that YN is feeding her - Anna feels another bomb of jealous at what she witnesses.

Harry leaning over to kiss his wife’s forehead before peeking down between her shoulder and the gap between the article of clothing as he watches his baby eat for a moment before pulling back and giving her one more kiss and whispering something softly to her.

That should have been me, Anna thinks angrily, wanting to smack Todd’s hand off her thigh just because, even though he did nothing wrong.

Anna doesn’t stare while YN’s is feeding, feels like that’s weird but as soon as the now full, drowsy baby is satisfied - YN shuffles her into her father’s arms to excuse herself to the restroom.

Now is her time.

She didn’t have a plan, per se, but Anna makes sure the top of her dress is as low as possible to put her breasts on display, hiking up the hem of her dress to make it a bit shorter.

Anna heads towards the bar, strutting right past the table but Harry doesn’t even glance up - he’s eating his dinner with one hand as he rocks the baby in the crook of his elbow with the other.

Shit.

Anna orders a drink before making her way back, can’t stop herself as her hand brushes the back of YN’s empty seat, “Oh my god, Harry. It’s been forever.”

The man glances up at her with a confused wrinkle before recognition flits over his face, almost instinctively he hikes his daughter further into his body, as he puts down his fork.

“Anna,” Harry nods in a tense tone, seeming like he wanted to be anywhere but talking to her, using almost a professional tone, “How have you been?”

“Great,” She lies, leaning over a bit and internally cursing when his gaze doesn’t even drop to glance at her tits, “Is this you daughter?”

She tries to appear nonchalant, like she hasn’t been watching them this whole time.

“Yes,” Harry replies cautiously, “She’s eight months.”

“Oh, nice,” Anna smiles like she cares, “All settled down now? When did you get married?”

“Been married about four and a half years.”

He knows Anna’s mind will be whirring, doing the math, and the shock hitting her, “Wow. Didn’t waste any time. Six month after we broke up….you got married?”

Harry shrugs with almost a secret smile as he smiles down at his daughter, booping her button nose with his index finger, “Yeah, guess you were right all along, Anna. YN really was the one. Isn’t that right, Cleo Mae? Isn’t your mumma the one?”

“Mamama,” Cleo agrees in a serious babble before reaching to bite at the teething toy YN had pulled out for her to chew on.

“Fucking dick,” Anna hisses, falling back into her old patterns like clock work as she scoffs and stand up straight, “That’s all you were, a dirty cheater.”

Harry straightens up, not appreciative of the tone she’s taking in front of his daughter, “Maybe one day you’ll fall in love and understand. Maybe you won’t. You were never going to be able to compete with YN, Anna. I think deep down you know that already.”

With that, Harry doesn’t want to make the situation worse so just like he did five years ago, he pulled out some bills - left them on the table and began to gather their belongings.

YN trails back over to the table, eyes widening in surprise at seeing Anna for the first time in years, and deciding not to say anything at first, rather just swings the diaper bag onto her shoulder and tuck away Cleo’s teething toy.

“I don’t know what kind of shit you’re trying to start but you need to back the fuck away from my family, right now,” YN hisses threateningly as she slips her coat onto her shoulders and stares down Anna.

Anna doesn’t miss the way Harry beams with absolute pride in his wife.

The joy that settles in his stomach with the words ‘my family’ because they were they’re own little happy family of three.

When Anna turns on her heel, back to her own table, she wishes she didn’t hear Harry murmur, “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Let’s go home.”

And that’s the last time Anna sees them.

-

💕💕💕💕

[anxieteeeaa]

UNHOLY

WARNINGS: breeding, stripper, cheating, creampie, slut-shaming, name calling

“Mommy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop. doing something unholy”

(body shop- slang. a sex worker, the sex worker can be defined as “a body shop”. This also has a double entendre, because there is a real club that is also called “The Body Shop”)

“ Alright folks. We have a special girl coming out tonight. She’s one of my favorites, someone you all know and love. Here’s the only and only Ginger Snap with a special performance. Make some noise!’ The Emcee cheered before leaving the stage. The lights dimmed and the music started to play. For the first few seconds nothing happened, people were starting to get impatient, especially Harry. He was about to get up.

And there she was.

“Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop. Doing something unholy.”

Her body glided down the pole with ease. The crowd went wild as her body arched as if she was in a world of ecstasy.

Her ginger hair was smoothed into two pigtails. Her bodice hugged her figure perfectly as she swayed her body to the beat. Her moves fluctuant and with ease. She slowly removed herself from the pole and got on her hands and knees, moving to the bass with rhythm while she crawled towards her customers.

And that’s when she saw him.

With a smirk on her lips she slowly made her way over to one of her regulars, but her eyes stayed on harry.

A lucky, lucky girl. She got married to a boy like you. She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew

He licked his lips as he examined her body, his blood boiling as someone else touched what belonged to him. She swayed her hips and slowly grinded on him, pressing her breasts in his face causing the customer to groan and grab her hips feverishly. Harry knew what she was doing. And she did it with purpose. She knew how possessive he was, especially when it came to claiming what’s his.

She whispered something in the man’s ear before turning over and bending down so he could get a good look at her ass and figure.

The crowd was going wild. Ginger returned to the stage where she swung around the pole and slowly dropped down to the floor doing an open split.

He's sat back while she's droppin' it. She be poppin' it. Yeah, she put it down slowly.

Bills flew everywhere as she arched her back twirled her hips as she went in circles. One guy reached his hand out on stage with a twenty dollar bill. Ginger gladly took the money and sucked on his finger before letting go with a pop.

Harry was fuming.

Once the song was over Ginger collected her bills, stuffing a few in her breasts for show before blowing the customers a few kisses and leaving the stage.

“Let’s give it up for Ginger Snap everyone! With a body like that she’ll make me do something unholy.” The emcee joked causing the customers to agree and chuckle.

Harry wasn’t amused and refused to hear anymore of this nonsense, so he paid his bill and left lobby.

You know everyone is talkin' on the scene. I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been. And how you don't know how to keep your business clean.

He headed straight to the back, a star was on her door with “Ginger Snap” printed in red. The security guard gave him a nod before letting him enter. He already knew who Harry was. They all did.

“What was that?” He questioned as he slammed the door shut. She wasn’t startled at the slightest. In fact, she was amused. “What’re you talking about?” She looked up at him with curious eyes as she fixed her makeup. “It’s my job. And it’s not like you’re single or anything.” She reapplied her lip liner before pushing her hair up a bit. Once she was satisfied with her look she stood up to face him. “And besides that. People are already talking about you coming around here.” she twisted her fingers nervously. “And you’re married. You shouldn’t be hanging around here.”

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot. At the body shop. Doin' somethin' unholy

“What my wife doesn’t know.” He drew their bodies closer together? their lips barely touching. “Won’t” he pressed a soft kiss to her neck.

“Hurt.”

Another

“Her.”

Another.

He lifted her chin and smashed their lips together, tongues colliding as they removed each others clothing.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me doll.” Harry chuckled against her lips as he removed her bralette. “New you’d stay my little fuck doll. My little toy to do whatever I please with.” A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt his warm tongue wrap around her nipple, her buds hardening against his mouth as he suckled like a child hungry for their mother’s milk.

“No hickeys” She pleaded out as she felt a sharp bite. He looked at her with dark pupils.”Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You’re my property.” He growled before going back to his work. “This ass.” his gripped it firmly, “Mine”. “This neck” he placed a strong hold on it and squeezed, knocking the air out of it. “Mine”.

“And this cunt” he curled two fingers into her hot center causing her knees to buckle. “You already know I own this pretty little cunt. It’s all fucking mine.” She nodded submissively, eyes rolling in the back of her head as she whimpered and pleaded for his fingers to move faster.

“Why should I do that hm?” He whispered. “You’re just a filthy little whore shaking your ass on every men in sight. Showing them my doll.” They’re not the ones fucking you until you pass out. They’re not the ones filling all those holes with cum that drips out of your pussy. Are they?” He spits.

She mumbled incoherently as she tried to focus on his words, her core dripping as she struggled to breathe. “N-no, N-no”

“N-no? N- Is that all you can fucking say? Speak up when i’m talking to you doll. You’re my property. Nobody else’s And I want everyone else to know that.” He let go of her throat harshly before he removed his fingers. “Now.” He licked her sweetness with slow licks before sitting himself in her chair and unbuckling his belt.

“Give me my own private show doll.” He patted his lap and she immediately walked over. “That’s a good girl.” He praised. She bent over and had her backside towards him. Touching her toes, she slowly caressed her body.

“Pinch your nipples” she did as he said, a small moan escaping her lips.

“Come sit on my lap doll. Slowly.” She simply followed orders and slowly placed her self into his lap, a small groan escaped their lips and her hot core sat on his throbbing cock.

You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the A.M. (Yeah)

“That’s it.” He teased the tip of his cock on her entrance. “Say please.” He demanded.

“Please.” She pouted. “Please what?” He tapped his cock on her pussy a few times before inserting the tip in her before sliding it right back out.

“Please fuck me sir. I’ll be a good doll. I only belong to you. Please just have your way-“ She was cut off by him plunging his dick into her, a wet moan released from the both of them. “Fuck you’re so tight” He gasped as he steadied himself.

“Only for you sir.” she sobbed. “Fuck it.” He pushed her down on the ground so she was on her hands and knees. “You wanna act like a greedy little bitch i’m gonna treat you like one.”

“You. Are. Mine!” He thrusted each word into her, making sure she would remember who she belonged to.

“I don’t care about my wife. You belong to me. You’re mine. And I’ll make sure everybody knows that.”

Tears were streaming down her cheeks as the pit in her stomach grew bigger and bigger. “God yes! Fuck me harder.” She pleaded as she thrusted backwards to meet his thrusts.

“That’s right, fuck yourself on my cock. You know how much you need me.” He breathed as he laid a few smacks on her ass.

“Come on.” He rubbed her clit vigorously, “Cum for me. Show me how good my cock makes you feel.”

“Show everyone that only I can make you feel this good.”

And that’s all she needed. Her body quaked as her orgasm took over her body. “That’s it, show me how good my cock makes you feel.” He groaned.

Her body was trembling, tears streaming down her face as she crashed onto the floor.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He chuckled as he continued his thrusts. “Not until I mark you.”

“Awe you’re sensitive?” He fake pouted. “Too fucking bad, should’ve thought about that before acting like such a slut.” He breathed.

“Oh fuck me.” He threw his head back and howled as he came deep inside her, his thrusts not slowing down to make sure he fucked her nice and deep.

He let out a breathy sigh before pulling out of her, watching as she stayed crumbled on the ground.

“Next time.” He breathed out. “Think about the consequences before you decide to try and fuck around with somebody else knowing you’re mine.”

And he left her on the floor, fucked out and sinful, waiting for his next return.

and she couldn’t wait.

Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop.

Doin' somethin' unholy

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[wineauntharry]

i just wanna talk / h.s.

“I just want to talk.”

It was 3:36 in the morning and I was standing at my door face to face with boy that had completely shattered me 1 month prior. I was wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks. His eyes were rimmed with red and were glossy, a dead giveaway that he had been up crying for some time now.

“You never just want to talk Harry.” I replied in a sour tone, partly from being woken up at such an early hour and partly to keep myself from crying.

“No. You don’t understand. I really need to talk to you Y/N.”

I had never heard such desperation in his voice. He was always confident, every word he ever spoke he was sure of it. But this time was different. He undoubtedly didn’t have the right to feel hurt, but he did, and I felt bad for him.

“Alright, you can come in. But this isn’t going- “

I wasn’t even given the opportunity to finish my sentence before I was overwhelmed with his lips. One hand was on my hip guiding me towards my bed, while the other swiftly shut the door.

He was at an advantage, and he knew it.

It was like I was drunk off him. I couldn’t focus and I couldn’t get around to stopping what was happening. His lips sent me into a haze. This time it was different.

“I want to show you how much I love you Y/N. Please let me, please.” His voice was shaking while his words were casually interrupted by the occasional cracking of his voice.

“No.” Slowly my arms found their way from Harry’s hair to his chest, giving it a quick but gentle shove.

“You came to talk remember?” I spat at him, mostly to convince myself that I shouldn’t cave, as I have many times before.

We sat there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. Me, staring at him with hot tears running down my cheeks as a silent plea for him to say something, anything, and him standing there, lips slightly parted with his arms folded loosely in front of him. I was beginning to run out of patience when I heard Harry begin to speak softly.

“I understand that I am the last person you want to see right now. But I just came to tell you that I’ll never love anyone the way I love you, and I mean that. No one compares to you. No one will ever take your place. I’m sorry for all the nights I was away and didn’t even call you to let you know to not wait up for me. I’m sorry for not treating you the way you deserved. And I know you don’t love me anymore, but just know that when I leave, and we never see each other again, you always own a piece of me, that’s all.”

I couldn’t speak, so I just looked down. I could still feel Harry’s eyes on me and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Please say something Y/N” He pled

“Why are you crying Harry? You did this.” My words caught him off guard. His face was frozen with this look of shock, as if he didn’t see this coming.

“I didn’t fuck this up. I didn’t allow my girlfriend to come home and find me naked in bed with another girl. I didn’t give up 2 years for one night Harry. I didn’t do any of that”.

“Y/N I-“ He tried to defend himself but I quickly cut him off.

“Actually, you know what? I’m sorry. I’m sorry for ever thinking you could commit to me. I’m sorry for seeing the best in you and ignoring what everyone told me. I’m sorry for putting up with all your shit. And I’m sorry for ever falling in love with you, but at least I know now that none of it was real, right?”

I was screaming at this point and Harry was just standing there taking it, until he decided to speak up.

“You know I love you, so don’t ever say I didn’t.” He spoke quickly, as if he was afraid I was going to cut him off again before he could get his sentence out.

“I hope you stay up crying at night, wondering what you did to make the one person you gave everything to, not love you anymore. You deserve to feel worthless, you deserve all the heart ache. And guess what, it’s gonna hurt so fucking bad because I’m the one and you know it.”

I was breathing heavy. Tears were still coming down my face but they had slowed dramatically. All Harry could do was stare at me, there was no way for him to defend himself so I didn’t expect him to say anything.

“I’ll leave.” He said with his voice so low I could barely hear him.

When I didn’t respond, Harry began making his way to the door. I couldn’t move. It was like my feet were suddenly apart of the floor, and no matter how bad I wanted to stop him and tell him everything was going to be okay, I couldn’t.

So, I didn’t.

The slamming of the door brought me out my haze and back to reality. It was finally done. The end of an era. No more Harry and Y/N.

Harry taught me a lot. He taught me that beds were meant to be shared. He taught me to appreciate little things, like hand written letters or smiles from strangers. I needed to learn how to be alone because our bed turned to my bed, our couch turned into my couch, our bathroom turned into my bathroom, and our apartment turned into my apartment.

But lastly, I turned back into me. I wasn’t his girl anymore.

I was me. And my heart was my heart, once again

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[fandomscenariosforyou]

I have thought about this scene so often since I first saw it. It just gives me many many feelings.

first and foremost, in no way am I justifying cheating bc they both knew they were doing wrong and deserve a good solid sucker punch to the jaw.

BUT it’s the look, right? It’s the ‘look of love’. Before I actually watched the show and saw this clip/gif going around it reminded me of the iconic movie scene between Jo and Laurie.

And of course throughout this film it is portrayed that Laurie is in love with Jo and when she rejects him, saying she doesn’t feel the same and he doesn’t know what he’s saying, everyone is heartbroken for Laurie. But he isn’t in love with Jo, and romantically he doesn’t even truly love her. He does however love HER.

He has spent all of his life different from his family and he has zero clue on how to navigate life with his future, much like Harry when he’s faced with so much trauma in such a condensed amount of time.

And suddenly here’s Jo, this girl who he clicks with instantly, who understands him and who he is and how he feels and he is infatuated of course. There’s this disconnect between what is truly love for how a person is and how well you mesh/how they make you feel and vs actually being IN love with this person and every little thing they do.

This is what I think about when I see Sandra and Harry scenes. She knows he doesn’t love her, she leaves very peacefully and as honorably as she can (which ehhhhhh can be debated) with knowing his wife will forever be the woman he wants. However, when he picks up that note, the disappointment is evident on his face. It makes me wonder, was he disappointed just because there was no more distraction? Or did he fool himself into thinking he was starting to love her? Whose to say!

But I do think it’s interesting that in these first and last moments you’re almost convinced he loves her and it’s awful and I hate it. It’s so unfair and so honest. The morally grey stripe that runs through all human beings.

[kriegertops]

Weird ass freak making inappropriate jokes while wearing glasses of her kids faces. No brand should want to work with this person.

Haven’t been posting for a bit but damn this video popped up on my feed and I wanted to puke watching it

[gurugirl]

The Forbidden Part II *

Summary: Harry is your stepbrother and from the first moment you two met there’s been an intense attraction that you’ve been unable to deny. This story follows you and Harry from 22 years old to 28 years old. Life and outside opinion get in the way of you and Harry ever really being able to be happy together in the way you both want.

Pairing: artist!reader + musician!harry

A/N & Warnings: this will be a multi part short series (short for me). This is stepbrother!harry and reader mc so if you aren’t into that this series won’t be for you. Warnings include lots smut, lots of angst, mentions of drug use and inebriation by alcohol, cheating, NSFW, 18+ only (comprehensive list for all parts - I may add to this in the future). 8.9k words

Part I*

Part II ☕️It Can’t Happen Again☕️

You were nudged awake by Harry who was lying behind you, tucked into your back as that was all the room your old twin bed allowed.

“Got to take a piss. S’cuse me.” His groggy morning voice was cute but you could barely open your eyes. You were absolutely exhausted.

After you’d both fallen asleep last night you kept waking up because of how uncomfortable it was to share such a small bed with Harry. And then once he woke up too and began kissing your neck you really couldn't go back to sleep. Slowly, lazily at first he kissed over your skin. It was nice. It turned you on. Pressing your ass into him he rocked forward to rub his quickly rising prick into you. You felt him grow as he rutted his hips. You kept your eyes shut the whole time and Harry’s breathless moans in your ear between soft kisses at your neck were relaxing and exciting all at once.

Eventually you soaked through your shorts and Harry pulled them down to your thighs as he lowered his briefs and rubbed his hard cock over your slit and wet himself and then nudged your arousal into your soft bottom which he used to fuck himself. You were plenty wet for him so he had a nice slick space to use to get off. With your eyes still shut you let him rub into your bum cheeks as you smoothed your fingers over your clit.

Your tiny whimpers and Harry’s low moans were barely above a whisper and it would be unlikely anyone would hear you in the hallway. But it was your bed, the thing was probably over a decade old, that would give you away. The slushing noise of Harry riding into your ass cheeks coated in your arousal was no louder than your tired moans. The rhythmic rocking and squeaking sound of your bed was unmistakable, though.

Harry’s movements picked up as he neared his orgasm, as did your own gasping and moaning. With the increased pace Harry was awarded the perfect friction and he came onto your low back with a heavy groan that was louder than it should have been, along with the bed rocking from his forceful pace.

Your own orgasm was light and gentle. Nothing like what you’d had earlier with Harry. He jumped out of bed and wiped up your back and in between your legs then himself before settling back in behind you. That little extra orgasm was all you two needed to fall right back to sleep.

Now, however, Harry was trying to climb over you to get out of bed without hurting you. You suddenly realized what was going on and sat up to move aside for him.

“Hey, um… let me just check the hallway first, make sure no one is out there.” You say after yawning.

You stand up and stretch your limbs before shuffling toward your door, unlatching the lock and slowly opening the door to peek into the hall.

You turn to Harry, “Okay. I don’t see anyone.”

Harry sleepily heads to the hallway and you close your door and hop back into bed, falling right back to sleep.

When you awake again you realize you are in your bed alone. You don’t know how long you slept after Harry went to use the bathroom or if he came back to bed with you or not. The sun is telling you it’s late morning.

You gently step out of bed and pick up your cellphone to see that it’s 10:37 am. You yawn and stand to your toes. You feel a little spark of excitement at seeing Harry. You wonder if he’s already downstairs with your dad and his mom. You make a trip to the bathroom first and notice how oddly quiet it is. There’s no way your dad and Anne are still asleep. After the bathroom you head toward the stairs to go down and notice that the room Harry would have been occupying appears untouched, the door open, and bed perfectly made.

You suddenly had a bad feeling in your gut. Something wasn’t right. You gingerly made your way down the stairs and strained your ears to hear anything but there was nothing but silence.

When you walked through the living room and then to the kitchen you saw Harry sitting at the small round kitchen table looking down at his phone and then you saw your dad standing up near the window, back to you as he appeared to be just looking out into the backyard.

“So quiet in here, thought everyone had left me home alone.” You greet as you enter the kitchen to make some coffee, which strangely there was none of.

Harry’s head shot up when he heard your voice and he frowned before giving you a look you couldn’t identify. Then your dad turned to you and he was frowning, disappointment in his features.

You look from Harry to your dad and then speak again, “Uh… where’s Anne?”

You dad crossed his arms over his chest, “She went out to buy more coffee. We’re low.”

You breathe out a nervous laugh, not quite sure why the tension is so thick, “No wonder you two look like grouches. Haven’t had your morning cup yet.”

You sat down at the table and Harry’s eyes were still on yours. The strange, upset look he was giving you made you feel on edge. You looked to your dad.

“You guys okay?” You felt the sudden crushing weight of reason on you as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. All at once you realized you’d been caught.

Your dad came to the table and sat down as you now watched him with wide eyes, awaiting his words, his disappointment, his hurt.

“Look… I’ve already discussed this with Harry so I’ll just be quick before Anne gets back.” He clasped his hands on the table before him and took a deep breath before continuing, “I heard you two. I won’t say anything else about it and I won’t tell Anne because it would break her heart, but I will tell you that it cannot happen ever again. You just can’t… I just hope you got it out of your system because… it can’t happen again.”

You looked at Harry who was looking down at his hands. You were too ashamed to look at your dad. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?

“It won’t happen again, sir. I’m sorry. You’re right. We just got a little too comfortable, and the wine...” Harry mumbled and then glanced at you before looking at your dad. You dad nodded and remained quiet.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah. Sorry. We didn’t like, have sex sex if you’re worried about…”

“NOPE! I don’t need details. I just need to know you aren’t going to do, whatever the fuck you were doing, again. Okay?” Your dad raises his brows and the pitch of his voice at you and you nod.

By the time Anne returned with coffee Harry was making an excuse to leave, something you wish you could do but for some reason felt guilty for. So you stayed until 2 in the afternoon, hours after Harry rushed out. The rest of your stay was tortuous and painful.

You didn’t know what you were feeling. You did regret your actions a little. But what you and Harry had done wasn’t that bad was it? Also, he was really good at eating you out. You never even had the chance to attempt to give him a blow job. The rest of your evening you were lost in your thoughts about Harry. You’d never met anyone like him and you really found him to be someone you could easily become very close to. Maybe a little too close, but still.

You pulled out your large canvasses, smoked a joint, turned on some music and began to create. Your emotions, and confusion steered you. But you painted for hours and didn’t worry yourself to work on any of your commission pieces, you just needed to lay the paint onto the canvas and feel everything

When you’d come to a place you felt good leaving you peeled your overalls off (you never wore anything under your overalls while you painted) onto the cloth drop below you and stepped out of the material to walk naked across your studio straight to your tiny galley kitchen. You opened your refrigerator and grabbed the carton of orange and carrot juice you always had on hand. You poured yourself a tall glass of the cold juice and headed to your bathroom.

You still smelled like sex and sweat. Even though you’d wiped up after both times, a real shower was in order. You took a gulp of the juice and then started the water, waiting for the perfect temperature before switching the direction of the flow of water from the tub spout to the shower head. You took another quick sip of your juice and then got into your warm shower, finally rinsing the smell of Harry off your body.

After scrubbing yourself and getting squeaky clean and thoroughly moisturized you went to your bedroom to cuddle into your comfy bed, where you’d sleep so much better than the night before, you thought to yourself.

Plopping back into your pillows you picked up your phone to two Instagram notifications from All_Hail_Harry.

You quickly opened up the messages and sat upright on your bed as your heart rate picked up.

All_Hail_Harry, 10:58 pm

hey

All_Hail_Harry, 11:30 pm

my band is playing a set tonight at midnight at the echo ::link::

You looked at the clock and realized it was 11:36 pm. As you began typing to him that you would be there (really??!!) You received another message from him.

All_Hail_Harry, 11:36 pm

no pressure. but i wanted to talk to you. plus you can hear what I sound like live.

You bit your lip. And hit send.

24ktart, 11:36 pm

YES. see you soon ish

You run to your bathroom and begin brushing your hair and tweezing stray pubes (because you never know, and if you’d ever seen Harry you’d fucking do the same, stepbrother or not), swiping on mascara and deodorant and then finding the perfect outfit which was basic high waisted jeans, a white t shirt tucked in, red chucks, and your moto style black leather jacket. Your hair would air dry and become wavy but you were in a hurry to get on the road so you could make it to the bar by midnight.

When you’d found a spot to park you walked as fast as you could toward the entrance of the building. You looked down at your phone to message Harry that you’d arrived but you saw another message from him.

All_Hail_Harry, 11:50 pm

tell the bouncer your name and you're with me, you won’t get charged entry

24ktart, 11:56 pm

just parked. and thx!

You breeze through the bouncer once you tell him your name and who you’re with. You assume you’ll be standing in the room as they play, which you didn’t mind. You didn’t know how long his set was but you’d happily stay put until the end so you two could talk.

The room was pretty full of people. Most of them seated at tables, some standing up near the stage and you decided to get in as close as possible to the stage, but toward the side a bit for some breathing room. You'd have a good view of Harry and it was possible that if the lighting was right he'd be able to see you as well.

You messaged Harry one more time even though you knew he'd be about to come on stage.

24ktart, 12:00 am

here by the stage, near the side. fyi

When you slid your phone into your back pocket some people came out onto the stage. A girl at the drums, a guy with a guitar, another with a bass guitar and they began to fool around, playing a rocky tune before the tune turned into something much tighter and purposeful and that's when Harry stepped out onto the stage at the front center near the microphone with a guitar strapped to his front.

He strutted up like he owned the whole bar and grinned shyly out into the crowd. His dimple on display and then he let out a small laugh into the microphone before looking down at his fingers as he strummed the strings of his guitar and then back out to the audience, leaning in to the mike, "I'm Harry and we're Harry and the Humans. I hope you enjoy our music.”

With that he stepped back a bit and started just jamming with the band, playing his own part with his guitar until the music slowed a bit and Harry scooted back in front of the microphone and begin to sing. His voice was good. You were in awe of the skill of the band and Harry and you could tell, after only a few minutes of him singing and playing, why he was the front man. His charisma and charm was off the charts. He'd smile into the small crowd and act a little shy at all of the attention, and there was a small group of girls around your age not far from you basically swooning over him and giggling, shouting his name.

Harry danced around a little on stage, his moves were sort of free form, you wouldn't call him a great dancer, but he was entertaining to watch and with how attractive he was, he could just sit down on the floor, legs crossed and win you over. The sound was rock, indie, a touch of pop.

The first song sounded like an original by them, but you couldn't be sure. You knew that their band did covers and originals, but the song sounded so well put together than it could have been something done by a professional, famous artist.

When the second song started with the strum of the other guitars, Harry put his hand over the top of his eyes to look out into the crowd. He smiled at some people and waived. He leaned into the mike, "Lovely crowd tonight. Thanks for showing up. The next song is a personal favorite of mine, hope you enjoy it."

The music began coming together, all the parts filling into one another, blending, increasing in volume and Harry continued to scan the crowd. Suddenly his eyes were on you. He spotted you and his smile widened even more as he waived and leaned into the mike to begin singing.

Harry was truly a force. His whole persona on stage was sex on legs, confident, flirty, and shy all at the same time. The crowd ate it up.

I fell in love with the music and Harry’s on-stage presence. He continued to look my way during the songs and he’d smile shyly, then look down at his feet like he needed to compose himself. Every time he looked at you it was smiles and eye contact and it was something like foreplay. You were nearly drooling as you bobbed your head and swayed to the tunes.

They did a handful of classic rock covers but most of the songs were originals. Their set lasted an hour and once it was done, Harry removed his guitar from over his shoulder and handed it the man who was playing bass guitar. He then jogged to the front of the stage and hopped down, walking right toward you. You stood in place as two girls blocked his path to say something to him. He kept his eyes on you, though and you saw his lips move but he kept moving forward to get to you.

You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face. You felt special being given all his attention at the moment and for much of the show as well.

“Hey! Glad you made it. What’d you think?” Harry gave you a quick hug and he was a little damp but he smelled like cologne.

“You guys are great! I’m so glad I could come too. Nearly went to bed without seeing your messages first!” You laughed.

Harry smiled warmly and grasped onto your elbow, leaning in to speak, “Come with me, back here. If you don’t mind. Just need to finish putting our shit away and then we can go somewhere to talk.”

You followed closely behind him as he led you behind the stage to a small room where some of the band had already put their instruments and electronic equipment. They each greeted you with a handshake. Everyone seemed nice. You didn’t know if you wanted to tell them that you were Harry’s soon-to-be step sister or not but you did tell them your name.

You waited for about ten minutes while Harry and the band ran back and forth packing up a van that was parked in the back. You scrolled through your phone and pretended to keep busy but you were buzzing with excitement at getting the chance to be alone with Harry again, if that was the plan. You didn’t really know exactly.

When the back room had been cleared out all the band members were hovering around near the door. The Echo would be closing soon. You got up and walked around, looking for Harry. The drummer, who was named Sarah, saw you and smiled so you decided to ask her if she’d seen Harry. She pointed toward the door, “He’s out there.”

You went outside and didn’t spot Harry right away but you did hear his voice coming from the other side of the van. As you got closer you heard a female as well and she sounded distraught, so you decided to wait for a moment, not wanting to interrupt anything, but you also were nosy and needed to know what he was saying to this female.

“Not tonight, Tiffany. I’ve got my stepsister coming over.”

“Fuck, Harry. You told me just two days ago that you had something planned for me. I came all the way out here to see you. I mean, you can still have her over but like, we can still fuck around after. Right?”

“No. I’m not fucking my girlfriend while my stepsister is over. I’ll see you on Wednesday anyway. I’m sorry, Tiff. I invited her out and I wanted to hang out with her for a bit. Wednesday, okay, babe?”

There was some silence but you didn’t like what you’d just heard. He had a girlfriend? You decided to round the van and take a look, just to pour salt onto the wound.  

You realized what a bad idea it was to see it all with your own eyes once you’d gotten to the other side of the van. There was Harry and Tiffany with their tongues down one another’s throats. Harry had her by the waist and crushed against his body while her arms were around his neck. You thought you might throw up. It was a terrible idea to come see him. You decided maybe it was best to leave. This was ridiculous, right? He was going to be your stepbrother for fucking crying out loud. You two couldn’t be in a relationship. He wasn’t your boyfriend and he never would be.

You quickly walked back into the room behind the stage and your legs walked as fast as possible toward the front of the entrance so you could leave. When you’d passed the bar you heard Harry shouting your name but you ignored it, pretending that you hadn’t heard it. There were still a bunch of people in the bar and the crowd was thickest near where the bartender was still serving for last call. You tried to push past the thick group in your way but it slowed you down exponentially. When you decided to just shove them away you got a couple of comments but it was effective in getting you to your destination to exit the front of the building. You picked up the pace once you were outside and jogged to your car.

Harry was closer than you thought as you heard him shout your name again.

“I fucking know you hear me. What’s going on?” You kept your pace steady and fumbled around to get your keys out and unlock the car door. You hopped in as quickly as possible and your shaky hands slotted the key into the ignition before you turned it and the car started up easily. You looked in your rearview so you could get out of your spot where you’d parked on the street and you saw Harry get into the car directly behind yours.

“Fuck!” Of course you fucking park directly in front of of Harry’s car. You shouted more curses with tears now streaming down your face. Fucking dumb emotions.

You hit the gas and pulled out, checking for traffic and tried to lose Harry but you weren’t a race car driver, nor did you posses the skills to actually lose him as if you were in some sort of Starsky and Hutch episode. In fact, you hit every fucking red light on the way home and Harry kept right behind you the whole way. You wiped your face and took deep breaths. You knew he’d be following you to your apartment. There was no way around it. You’d really be giving him a piece of your mind once you spoke to him.

After the most ridiculously terribly slow getaway (being a getaway driver was not in the stars for you) you parked you car in your complex parking lot and Harry followed suit. He got out of his car, slamming his door behind him as he rushed toward you.

“What’s going on? Why are you doing this? Huh?” Harry growled. He grasped onto your shoulder to stop you but you brushed him off of you, trying to continue walking toward your building.

“Stop! We need to talk. Fucking stop!” He grabbed at you again and this time you turned to look at him and he realized you’d been crying.

“Fuck you, Harry. Tiffany’s probably waiting for you anyway. What the fuck are you following me around for? Leave me alone!” You try to turn around but Harry is holding on tight to you and then he pulls you toward him to stand just a few inches from him.

He dips his head down to look you directly in your eyes, “Tiffany? Jesus Christ…” He stood up straight and looked up at the sky and then back down to you, “This is about her? Don’t worry about her. Not important. I’m ditching a girl who’s a sure thing to talk to you. To spend time with you. What does that tell you?” He laughs in disbelief.

“It tells me you’re a cheater, Harry. You cheated on your girlfriend with your stepsister? This is fucked up.” You shake your head and try to pull your composure back in check.

Harry laughs and nods, “Yeah. I guess I am a cheater. I’m not loyal to her. I know that’s shitty, but I’m a shitty boyfriend. Can we go into your apartment to talk? I’m assuming this is where you live.”

You roll your eyes and nod before Harry lets go of you and you lead him into your apartment. It’s a total mess. You’ve got shit everywhere. You’d spent hours painting and your yet-to-be finished piece was sitting in its easel.

You toed your shoes off and Harry did the same and then you sat down on your couch with Harry sitting down next to you.

You decided to wait for him to talk first since he was the one who wanted to talk and since he was the one who was cheating on his girlfriend. Not that you’d be giving him another chance to cheat anyway.

Harry sighed and leaned back into the cushions and rubbed over his face, “Fuck. Didn’t want this to go this way. I legitimately forgot I’d planned something with her. God…” He shook his head and turned his body toward you.

“You made me forget I had a girlfriend standing in the crowd tonight. I was so focused on you and getting to see you again, I just, I don’t know.” You looked at him and found yourself wishing he wasn’t so attractive. So fucking hot.

“I didn’t make you do anything, Harry. But now that I know you have a girlfriend, what kind of a guy you are, I’m just totally turned off now.” You lied. He was still hot. He’d still be the one you’d think about tonight in your bed alone.

“Don’t say that. Please.” He gently grabbed your hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Please. I’m shitty, but I wouldn’t be shitty to you. I know it’s not like we can date or anything, but I was sort of hoping we could like, be together… like in secret. Fuck that sounds really bad coming out like that.” The last part mostly spoken to himself.

“No, Harry. We shouldn’t continue whatever it was that we started. This isn’t worth it. I’m not a toy to be played with in private. I’m a human being.”

Harry squeezes your hands and moves his head in your path so you’re forced to look at him, “I know. You’re a wonderful, beautiful human and I don’t want to take advantage of you. Never. But I want you. More than I want Tiffany. Maybe, I don’t know, we could like, just get to know one another a little more. I just feel like we’ve only just got started. Ya know? I don’t want this to be over yet. Been craving you all day.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, craving me so bad you had your tongue down Tiffany’s throat less than an hour ago. Right.” You try to pull your hands away from his but he doesn’t allow it. His grasp gets tighter.

Harry's voice gets deeper and louder, “Fuck Tiffany! Fuck her! Seriously. God! You don’t understand. If you hadn’t seen that I could have explained all this in a different way but… Fuck! Fuck!” He dipped his head down and looked toward his lap for a moment before speaking again, “I want you. I don’t know what that means but fuck everyone else. Okay?” His eyes pinned on yours now and you start to warm toward him a touch but you’re still pissed.

You remain silent as he looks at you, waiting for a response but you give him nothing. Not yet. He doesn’t deserve anything from you.

Harry scoots in closer to you by an inch, his large hands still holding onto yours, “Look. This is fucked, okay? You. That’s all I could think of today. You. You. You. You and me. Nothing else. Nothing else, no one else matters. I don’t give a fuck that I have a girl who thinks she’s called my girlfriend. I know it’s shitty of me to string her along, but fuck! It’s just how it’s been for me. But you. I’d never string you along.” He laughs and dips his head into your view again so you can’t escape his gaze. “You are unforgettable. All those girls I’ve fucked and left, the girls who think they’re my girlfriend, fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all. Who cares anyway? It’s just sex. Just sex. I know. I know. I’m fucked. But with you, it’s not just sex is it? Look at me.” He grasps onto your chin and guides your gaze back to him. His hold on your chin hurts a bit but you like it. You like him and you hate yourself for it.

You bite you lip as he continues trying to convince you, “I will leave if you want but I’m hoping you let me stay. I’m hoping you let me show you what I can be for you. Because I want you to be something for me. Something different than everything else.” He licks his lips as he drops his eyes down to your own lips.

It’s quiet for a moment. Your tears have dried and you’re sure you’ve got mascara running down your face like an idiot. You can’t turn your head away from him like you want because he’s grasping your chin to keep your attention on him.

“What do you want me to say, Harry? I was so excited to come and see you tonight. But then I saw you with your girlfriend, kissing her and…”

Harry moved his hand from your chin and slowly brought his thumb up over your lip which stopped you mid sentence as you forgot the rest of your point anyway.

“I only want to kiss you though. She means nothing. Okay? It meant nothing.”

You sat still, allowing Harry to rub and push at your lips with his thumb. He had some strange effect on you. It was like a spell and it was something you noticed last night as well. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Fine. I believe you. But you’re still a dick.” You opened your eyes and Harry paused his thumb over your lip as he smiled in relief.

“I know I’m a dick, baby. Will you please let me kiss you now?” He brought both hands up to hold your face near to his and you had no power to say no to him. His charm made him convincing and his dimple made him look deceivingly innocent.

You grasped onto his shoulders and pulled him toward you so that you could bring your lips together again. Harry kissed you delicately, slowly, using his tongue to touch over your lips gently. There was no hurry, no race to the end. It was just the two of you sitting in your living room with rapid heart beats and flushed faces.

When he’d wiped away any fear you had about his girlfriend he parted his lips from yours.

“I really did want to talk about other stuff too. This whole thing, what I’d planned on saying was done in reverse. I still have other stuff I wanted to tell you. About this morning. When I left your room.”

That caught your attention. You sat upright and waited for him to continue. You nodded.

“Well, the gist of it is that it was way too easy to figure out that I never even went into the spare room and he knew where I was because he said he could hear, like, everything. I don’t know if it was everything but he said both times woke him up. Luckily my mom can sleep through the apocalypse.” He snorted a laugh.

“He really laid into me, though. That was why I left so early. I might have stayed longer through the awkwardness but your dad made it clear he didn’t he want me to so much as hug you in his presence or he’d break my wrist.”

You sucked in a quiet gasp at that. It was surprising to hear because your dad is such a peaceful and easy going dude.

“I’m sure he was just saying that in the heat of the moment. He was kind of extra emotional and intense. I doubt he’d ever… but I just felt like the less contact you and I had in front of him the better. Until he calms down a little.”

Your hands were taken into his hands and you remained quiet.

“I also wanted to say that I’m sorry. For last night. I started coming on to you pretty strong and that wasn’t fair to you. If I hadn’t started it, your dad would have never heard us in the first place.”

You begin to shake your head, “No. What happened between us was mutual. I wanted it. All of it. I hate and feel sick about my dad hearing us but that wasn’t your fault. I should have used my brain. We could have been smarter but we both play equal parts.”

Harry smirks and you can see it in his eyes that he’s about to say something teasing, “Yeah, I mean, you were pretty loud. All those moans and whimpers… I had to stuff my fingers in your mouth and even cover your mouth with my palm to keep you quiet.”

“Shut up! Dick!” You shoved at Harry, but your hands were still in his, which he did not release. He just kept that cocky smirk on his face.

“You liked it. You fucking even asked me to do it. It was hot, though.” Harry dipped his face down to yours, lips less than an inch away, “You’re hot. I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

You realized the current situation. Harry was in your apartment with no one to hear you, no one to hide from, a whole apartment with a full sized bed and a box of condoms in the night stand. You let your hormones do your thinking for you when Harry was involved. Harry was irresistible even if he was a liar and a cheater. At least you knew in this moment he was with you and he wanted you more than Tiffany.

You closed the space between your lips and Harry quickly dragged you onto his lap to feel you closer. Your tongues swirled together as your lips closed over his tongue. He moaned and squeezed at you harder, his grip on your hips keeping you steady.

The tension built heavy between you two. Everything with Harry has been a complete surprise to you since you first met him. You had no willpower when it came to him. You so badly wanted to kick him out and shove him down the stairs for being such a dick to his girlfriend and to you, but you just couldn't. Did you believe him? Maybe not fully. But you couldn't dwell any longer as Harry began to sponge wet kisses down your neck and over your jaw.

"I want you. I really do. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want, though." He leans back to look you in the eyes, "Do you want me? Right now? Should I stay?" He brought his lips over your jaw again, the convincing feel of his lips on you made you weak. You did want him. You squirmed in his lap and decided to just fuck it, fuck everything.

"Let's go into my bedroom." You pushed yourself off of his lap and grasped onto Harry's hand and he followed you into your bedroom, which was much tidier than the rest of your apartment. Harry noted right away that you had a larger bed here as well, which he was relieved for.

You took your leather jacket off and hurriedly untucked your t-shirt and removed it over your head. Harry followed your lead, keeping his eyes on you as he removed his own shirt. He inched his way closer to you as you stood in your bra and jeans and he nudged you toward your bed, climbing over you when you laid onto your back.

He began kissing over you again, down your neck and further this time, as he had more access without your shirt covering your breasts. Harry kissed over your soft flesh and licked the center of your lacy bra right over your nipple. You bra was thin lace and see-through so there was little left to the imagination. He moaned and then squished at your breasts and pushed his hips into yours. His bulge was growing by the minute and you could feel it in between your legs.

You pushed at Harry a little so you could sit up and remove your bra and unbutton your pants. You wanted to have sex with him and you wanted to make sure it happened before you changed your mind because you were teetering a little in your mind. But you wanted to feel him and you wanted more from him despite the consequences.

When Harry saw you unbuttoning your pants he stood from the bed and unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his own pants, lowering them until they fell to a puddle on the floor, his belt clanking with a heavy thud.

You sat in your panties, a matching lace thong you'd picked for tonight, before you knew what you were really getting into. Harry sucked in a sharp breath at your beautiful body and he quickly brought his hands over your hips and kissed your tummy, licking into your belly button, which drew a moan from your lips. You slid yourself back toward your headboard and Harry followed, crawling his way up your bed.

He grasped onto your thighs and began kissing the insides and softly dragging his lips over your soft skin, "Fuck. You're an angel. You are so cute and so hot. I want you so bad." He looked up at you, his light green eyes nearly nothing but black from the way his pupils had dilated. He leaned over you and kissed your lips, spreading your thighs apart. With his lips over yours and your senses completely overwhelmed, he slid his finger to the side of your panties and gasped, "Fuuuuck... you're so wet already. Oh my god." He looked down between you and pressed over your lace covered clit and then back to you, "Can I? Want to have you back in my mouth. Suck on you, lick on you. S'that okay?" His finger still sliding over your clit, your panties wetted from how aroused you were.

You nod, "Yes. Maybe, I can suck you too? I've never done it but I'd like to try it."

Harry groaned and bit his lip with his eyes back on your panties.

"You want to like, sit over my face while you suck on me and I eat you? You've never done it before, though, you sure you want to start off like that?" He rubs over you thighs and you nearly burst.

"Yeah, let's try. Why not, right?" You smile as you dip your fingers into your panties and begin to slide them down, lifting you hips. Harry takes his briefs off and he lays flat on the bed, watching you as climb over him and turn so you can bring his thick cock into your mouth.

Harry gives you a little guidance and he holds onto your hips, "Just suck on the tip and use your hands for the rest. It's gonna feel really good for me. Just mind your teeth and I'll like it."

You turn to him and feel super vulnerable and exposed in your position, with you asshole pointed right at his face but Harry's looking right at your dripping pussy and licking his lips.

"Come on, baby, take a seat." He grasps your hips and helps guide you over his mouth and it sends sparks through you. You get adjusted to the feeling of his mouth on you this position and moan softly before leaning down over him and lick on his head a little. You spit over him like he told you to, to get his shaft nice and wet and then you spread your saliva down over him, making your hands glide over the base of his cock easier. You lower your mouth onto his tip and suck it into you mouth and taste him immediately. He's a little salty but he smells clean.

Harry groans into your pussy when he feels your lips wrapped around his blunt tip. He bends his knees slightly and angles himself so he can lightly thrust as he digs into your cunt. He focuses in on your clit again and you are reeling from the pleasure of it. He's so good and you want to be good for him to so you double your efforts and try lowering yourself over him more. His light thrusts upward are helping you to get him a little deeper as your hands twist and pump at his shaft like he told you to do.

It turns out this position requires a lot of work on your part and as good as it feels with Harry's lips and tongue working your clit you really wanted to feel him inside you. You weren't sure you could come like this and your jaw was getting tired. You sucked over him hard and licked around his slit and brought him as deep as you could but the position was limiting.

Harry, though, was in heaven. He enjoyed this view and the smell coming from you, and the way your lips were working him so when you sat up and lifted your hips from his face he whined and tried to pull you back down over his mouth but you giggled as you leaned forward out of his grasp.

"Um... If you want, if you're up for it... I was thinking..." you felt embarrassed even suggesting it. He might not even want to have sex with you. Perhaps he didn't want to fuck his stepsister. But you'd already started speaking and Harry was looking at you in that way that made you want to ride his cock all night. "Uh... I have condoms and if you wanted..."

You needed to say no more. Harry was sitting up and nodding, "Yeah. Actually, yes." His breathing was hard and he was so turned on. You reached toward your night stand and pulled out a condom, unwrapping it from its foil and kneeing yourself over to Harry so you could roll it over him.

You looked at him as you gently placed the rubber over his tip and he watched you slowly roll it down over him. Harry had never had a girl put a condom on him before and he thought it might be the sexiest thing he's ever seen a woman do before in his life. He was breathing heavy puffs through his nose as he watched you work the condom down over him and part of him was glad now that the condom would decrease how sensitive his cock was so he could last longer, because he knew he'd be coming too soon without one.

"Fuck. So hot having my sister put a condom over my cock like that." He smirked at you, teasingly. You rolled your eyes and didn't care anymore that he was calling you his sister. You just wanted to get that large prick inside of you and feel the stretch you knew was coming.

"How do you want me? Want to ride me or you want me on top?"

You decided it might be easier for him to press into you with you on your back at first, and maybe you'd move to being on top once you'd gotten used to the feel of him.

You laid down onto your back and spread you legs, "You on top first. Let's do that." You breathe out, waiting excitedly to be full with him.

Harry kneed up to you and placed himself in between your legs and when he leaned over you to kiss your lips, his heavy cock settled over your stomach and the weight of it was enough to make your head spin. Please you whine in between kisses and Harry smiles down at you as he angles his hips back to slip into you. He pushes his head in first and it's a shock. Your eyes grow wide at the thick intrusion but Harry sees your lips turn up in a slight smile. You moan as he pushes in deeper and Harry watches your face twist up in pleasure. Harry moans low and dips down to kiss you again.

"M'sister's pussy is made for me. Fuck. Fuck." He pulls out and then pushes back in, repeating his motions a few times as you get used the feeling of his cock sliding inside of your creamy pussy.

When he finally gets in to the hilt he presses in deep and sits still inside of you for a moment and closes his eyes. He sits up and holds your hips to him so he can angle himself to slip deeply into you. Your feet are planted on the bed, knees bent as Harry sits upright on his knees and begins to plunge into your cunt with wet squelching sounds. He looks down at what's happening and it's lewd and it's all he wants. His thick shaft disappearing into your hole with each hip thrust is something songs are written about and he decides he's going to write a whole album about you and your pussy and your lips.

His hips shifting into you and his balls hitting into your ass create the most extreme form of ecstasy you've experienced. Your clit isn't being stimulated at the moment but Harry's hitting something inside of you that aches and makes your eyes roll into the back of you head. It's like nothing you've ever felt.

The bed in your room isn't on a metal frame like the bed at your dad's so there isn't a squeaking coming from it, but, his forceful pounding is causing your wet skin to slap together and your moans are out of control.

"Fuck! You're so deep inside of me. Oh godddd..." You can't control the noise coming from your mouth. Your tits are bouncing at each thrust, his own groaning is getting louder and you're sure you've dripped down your ass.

Suddenly, Harry brings your legs up and puts them over his shoulders and when he pushes into you so he's balls deep again, it's almost too much. You whine and gasp at the feeling in your tummy and then he brings one hand down to rub hard into your clit. You sputter out words and then hang your mouth open. You have a sudden need to have something inside your mouth while his cock is inside your pussy.

"Harry! Fuck!! Oh god... Please!" He presses in deep and smirks at you, but you can tell he's losing it too. His own mouth is dropped open in pleasure.

"Please, what? What do you need, sis. Need your brother to give you something else?" He teases but now you like it and you're so far away from your senses that you don't care and you want his fingers in your mouth and down your throat as far as they can go.

You grasp onto his hand that is supporting himself but he shakes his head, "Baby, I need to be able to hold myself up with something. If you take my other hand I'll have to stop rubbing at your clit."

You whine and pout but then Harry has an idea and he brings your own hand over you pussy so you can rub at your clit and now his free hand is all yours to do with what you wanted.

"Here." He offers his hand to you, not sure what you wanted and you quickly grasp his forearm and draw his hand up to your mouth and pull three of his arousal soaked fingers into your lips.

Harry coughs out a pant and he groans, "Fuck. You want my fingers in your mouth?" You nod and try to get his fingers further into your mouth but Harry's not understanding you want to gag on his fingers. You aren't sure why you want this, but you do.

You pull his fingers out to explain, "Put your fingers as far down my throat as you can. I want to choke on them while you fuck me."

Harry had slowed down his thrusts during this exchange and when you told him to choke you with his fingers he stopped. He'd never been asked for this before and he liked that you wanted it but he didn't want to hurt you.

"You sure? Just like, pull my forearm or something if you need air or want me to pull my fingers out okay? Fuck you're naughty, sis." He laughed as he began pounding into you again, full force. He shoved his fingers back into your mouth and watched as you held onto his forearm and your eyes widened at the feeling of him reaching far back so you began to lightly gag around the pads of his fingers.

You closed your eyes for a moment as tears began to form from the feeling of fingers in your mouth and down your throat and then when you opened them again Harry's own head was thrown back. He couldn't look down at this image too long because he'd come too fast. You were so fucking hot and dirty and everything he wanted.

Now, with things exactly in place like you wanted you began shaking and moaning around his fingers. The feel of your clit being played with, Harry's cock stuffing you full and hitting spots inside of you that ached, and his long fingers gagging you lightly you were spinning. Tears of complete satisfaction fell from your eyes and Harry began moaning, his hips stuttering off rhythm with the way you were squeezing the ever loving shit out of his prick and the feel of your lips sucking and choking on his fingers.

"Fuck. Come on my cock. Wanna feel it, baby. Want this pussy to know what it feels like to come on brother's cock."

You couldn't hold on anymore. His words sliced into you as his cock was nearly splitting you in two. You gagged and moaned and sucked over his fingers as you came harder than ever. You vision grew white and your ears rang. It was the best orgasm of your life, hands down and you'd experienced it with your stepbrother.

Harry was having a similar experience as he felt you pulse over his cock and gurgle with his fingers in your mouth. A small burst of liquid spilled from you onto his groin and dripped down and he looked at you writhing under him with tears and mascara running down your face as you gagged on his fingers and he released into his condom with a loud moan and whimper. He didn't normally moan so loudly when coming but with you, he couldn't hold back. The moment was so dirty and erotic and you were fucking hot.

Harry released your legs from over his shoulder and pulled out (both his cock and his fingers) to lay down beside you as he gathered his strength to sit up. His arm draped over you as you laid still and silent, only breathing puffs of air through your nose. He watched you for a bit, as you lie still with a red face and smears of black down your cheeks.

"You okay?" He asked, when enough time had passed that he felt you'd been able to come back to reality.

You turned your head to him and opened your eyes and nodded, "Fuck yes I am." Then you turned you head back toward the ceiling and closed you eyes again.

After the necessary clean up you and Harry settled back into your bed and you laughed at his dumb jokes. Harry was trying to lighten the mood, you could see he was a little nervous now that you two had had sex.

"What are we gonna do Harry?" You ask him as you lay your head over his chest.

He rubbed over you back and kissed the top of your head and sighed.

"We'll just keep this a secret. Okay? Just you and me. I think we'll need to make some sort of plan so no one suspects us but I want to do this with you as often as possible. I'm cancelling with Tiffany for sure."

You sit up and frown, "Okay. But like, what? We just don't date other people and see each other in private? My dad is practically trained to sniff out lies. He'll catch on if both of us never date other people or anything."

Harry closes his eyes and leans his head back into the headboard. "I don't know. Maybe we just like, see someone on the side. For a cover? Fuck I don't know. Like you and I would be together and everyone else is just for show. I don't know how you feel about that."

You look down between you two and then back up to Harry, "I guess we need to really think about how we can make it work. Having someone on the side as the "cover" seems awful. I don't like the idea of you having sex with me and someone else too. And I don't know if I could go around and fuck some guy just to have a cover, you know?"

Harry cringes at your words and you see his adam's apple dip as he swallows, "Yeah, that fucking sounds awful. I don't want you to be having sex with anyone else. I don't know what other options we have. If we want to keep this up."

You both stare at one another for a bit before you speak, "Perhaps for now we just stay single until something comes along that makes sense for us. I mean, this..." you motion between your bodies, "might just be temporary, right? Maybe you'll get sick of me or I'll get annoyed of you." You laugh.

Harry laughs with you but he knows he's not going to get sick of you. He's never felt like this before. You're different.

You two can never truly be together. You both know that. Sacrifices will have to be made if you both intend on continuing this forbidden relationship. You don't know what that looks like in this moment but you are prepared for upset, jealously, and disappointment if you choose to continue. Only time will tell if it's worth it.

Part III*

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