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Wasted Time^

Inspired by Wasted Time by Best Coast. I think the title is pretty explanatory.

WC: 2.6K

There will be no part 2 because of these reasons!

Y/N felt completely out of place. Why was she here? She suddenly felt wronged and confused, more than she ever had before. It was an awful feeling that was manifesting in the form of a wave of nausea. In a sharp, prickling feeling that traveled from the soles of her feet to the very top of her head, it was painful and uncomfortable. She felt sick to her stomach now, suddenly not in the mood to be at this dinner and wishing that she had just stayed in her apartment watching her comfort show once again as she told herself that this was the last time that she’d be getting take out this month. She could just leave….she was already a bit late…having had a similar debate as she got ready and it took her a while to get herself into her car. But her finger just hovered over the fancy, recording doorbell and she was just about to tear her hand away, not sure if she was going to press it or not. But suddenly the door swung open and she gasped in slight surprise. It morphed into happiness and then pure disappointment and heart break as she saw Harry’s kind smile.

“Finally!” He said with a big and excited smile and she looked down to her feet out of embarrassment.

“Sorry, couldn’t find my car keys.” She said looking back to him, the tiny fib making him mumble a ‘typical’ through a chuckle as he grabbed her hand and guided her through the door.

“Sorry, I scared you. Was checking the camera for your arrival.” He explained, “We were waiting for you.” He explained and she wanted to scream. Why? She was nearly an hour late? “Everyone’s quite buzzed and distracted to be grumpy though.” He smiled at her and she just nodded with a grin before looking around. Something felt different about him about his space.She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, she’d been here before plenty of times, days and nights.

“Did you change something?” She asked randomly and his brows furrowed before arching up high.

“Oh yeah! But it’s the most minuscule thing.” He said, “The coatrack is now built into the wall, the free standing one’s gone.” He said as he took her purse and hung up with everyone else’s to show her and she giggled.

“Oh really?!? Wow! I’ve been telling you to get rid of that for ages, H. Everyone’s always bumping into it and whatnot. Even you’ve seen the number of bruises I’ve gotten from knocking into that thing.” She giggled and he did as well. It felt normal right now, maybe things didn’t have to be so strange and tense like she thought they would.

“That wasn’t really priority to me in those moments, you know?” He grinned with a suggestive tone and she hummed knowingly. 

“What prompted you to take action then?” She asked and suddenly from around the corner where a lot of the ruckus was coming from a woman she’d never seen before strolled out, her bright and perfect smile toning down from a fit of laughter,

“Hey baby, these hooligans are- Oh, hi!” The woman’s smile perked up when she saw her? Wait, had she just called Harry “baby”? Y/N was a bit frozen now.

“Y/N was just noticing about the coat hanger.” He smiled at the woman and she chuckled and looked to Y/N, grabbing her shoulder, not even noticing the flinch.

“Oh! So impractical, right?” She asked Y/N who just smiled and nodded in agreement, “Didn’t bother getting rid of it until he saw the bruises on my hips and legs from smashing into it.” She chuckled and Harry scoffed. Her bruises meant nothing to him, but this new woman’s did?

“Oh my god, baby. How many times am I going to have to apologize for that?” He asked and then she felt sick all over again. Harry called this mystery woman “baby” too. And she wasn’t stupid, the only way one would burst in with such force to bruise yourself into that old thing was if they were so ardently enraptured with each other that they didn’t see the bloody thing. Suddenly it dawned on her why she and everyone else was here and she felt like she’d fall to the ground from how her entire foundation started to crack and crumble inside of her. “Anyway, Rosie, this is my best friend, Y/N. Y/N, that’s Rosie, my girlfriend.” And there it was…Y/N was feeling so many things, she’d figure out later if she was even valid in those feelings, but for now she just pushed them aside and smiled as she stuck her hand out.

“Oh none of that! C’mere!” Rosie smiled brightly as she pulled Y/N in for a hug that Y/N didn’t even know she needed. Harry was just smiling as Y/N relaxed into Rosie’s hold for a moment before they pulled back.

“Sorry, I was late.” Y/N apologized again, “You guys shouldn’t have waited.” She hummed as she shook her head politely.

“It’s not a bother at all. We’re just happy you made it.” Rosie spoke and Y/N hummed.

“Let’s head on back, yeah?” Harry asked and they nodded. Harry extended his hand out and Rosie slipped hers into it as they guided the way. 

Y/N was going to die tonight, there was no way she would survive this. Not after everything that had happened between them. Sure, it was never official like this, but for months they were together for nine incredible months - almost ten. Around late March is when he started getting distant, more moody, and flakey. He stopped coming around as often and would cancel things at the last minute and finally in late May was when he told her that all this was because he wasn’t ready for a serious and longterm relationship and it just felt like they were moving in that direction even though she had never even pressured him for that. She knew from the start that this was a take-it-slow type of vibe and after the first few times they had slept together they agreed to just see where things went. They even had an unspoken agreement to some semblance of exclusivity. He was the jealous type and wanted her uninterrupted time and undivided attention. Maybe she had been naive in expecting him to grant her the same devotion she was willing to give. It broke her heart all over again to see that he was willing to devote himself and have more but just not with her. 

When the rest of their friends saw her they all jumped up to greet her excitedly and she put on this happy face as they made their way to the dining room, making some small talk as Harry and Rosie brought in the dishes of food and after a bout two trips they were settling into their own seats. Y/N couldn’t help but feel an unnatural and cruel twist of satisfaction when she realized that his new girlfriend was sitting in the exact spot where Harry had set her down and railed her until she was seeing spots on his birthday, just this past February.

As the dinner continued and everyone started getting into chatting her mind just drifted with so many questions. Why didn’t he want her when she’d already given him so much? Had she done something wrong? Had her problem, baggage and shit been too much for him to wade through? Maybe she just wasn’t good enough for him? She suddenly felt used and inadequate and invaluable. Maybe it wasn’t all that personal or deep for him, but it was for her. She had this vile need to pick herself apart and figure out what would make him choose someone else over her after everything they’d had together.

Harry noticed that Y/N was uncharacteristically quiet and tame during the dinner. Maybe she was having a bad night? That’s all he kept telling himself because he just didn’t want to entertain the possibility that maybe he had really hurt her. But if he recalls, she had been fine with him ending their little tryst, secret affair, whirlwind romance, whatever they wanted to call it. He had never promised her more, at least not that he recalled. She’s one of his best friends, he cares for her a bit more than everyone else, she has a special place in his heart, of course he wanted her there tonight with everyone. He was intently staring at her, so much so that it made her glance over to him and she just offered him a small smile before looking back down to her plate and piercing through a carrot before popping it into her mouth. 

Why did he keep staring at her? Y/N was just trying to act normal even though the food in her mouth suddenly tasted of a bland mush and it made her want to gag. Her nose and throat were burning so hard from the intense focus of her trying to hold back any tears from falling. This was too much, she cleared her throat before excusing herself to the bathroom. No one questioned this as they were enraptured by a story Glenne was currently sharing with the table. As soon as she was out of sight her eyes started glossing over with tears and she rushed to the bathroom and locked the door, bending herself forward so that her tears wouldn’t ruin her eye make up or make streaks down her made up skin. 

“Fuck.” She whispered as the first few started to drip from her face. She felt like an idiot as she was in this ridiculous pose and reached for some toilet paper to dab at her eyes carefully, absorbing her tears. She straightened back up and looked at herself in the mirror and exhaled slowly, calming herself. Willing the hurt away as she put on her best smile, fighting internally to make sure that it came through her eyes. When she was satisfied with her ability to fake her smile she rolled her shoulders back and cracked her neck a bit before deciding that she had been gone a believable amount of time for a bathroom break. She opened the door and to her horror, there was Harry with his hand in mid air, probably about to knock.

“S’all yours.” She hummed as she tried to scoot through the space between his body and the wall, but his hand grabbed her arm before she could slip by.

“Are you alright?” He asked her with a frown and she summoned a perplexed expression and nodded.

“Yeah, H. I’m OK.” She assured and he looked into her eyes for a few seconds and shook his head. He knew her all too well and there was something off, although she was doing an incredible job of disguising it.

“Why are you lying to me?” He asked with a tinge of hurt laced in his voice from her deception and she scoffed.

“I’m not. I’m just tired, OK? I had a long day and am just still scatter-brained from it, OK. I’m fine.” She insisted.

“You were fine, up until you met Rosie and then you got all weird.” He pointed out and she shook her head, “Yes, you did.” He stated, “Are you…jealous?” He asked with some hesitation and she hastily looked away before she frowned and sighed, shaking her head “no”. She always broke eye contact when she was nervous or lying. He was getting frustrated with her, “Why are you lying to me?” He asked her again and this time she couldn’t help the hot tears that started to stream down her cheek and he reached for her jaw, grabbing it gently before turning her face up to him. He closed the space between them, frowning, his other thumb coming up to wipe at her tears, “C’mon love, what’s going on?” He asked her tenderly, voice dripping with concern.

“I-I don’t understand, H.”

“What don’t you understand?”

“Why you did what you did? For months we were…together. Everything we did, everything we had was so good, or was I just imagining it?” She asked and he shook his head.

“No you weren’t imagining it. It was good, it was fun.” He said, grabbing her hand now and she felt her entire being just shrink upon hearing that.

“Fun?” She asked, almost vomiting from the way that word made her feel just sayin it. 

“Yeah, I mean… we’re friends.” He said and she scoffed.

“You told me that we would see where things would go.” She frowned and he sighed.

“So you are jealous of Rosie?” He asked and she pulled her hand away from his.

“No, I’m angry and hurt and disappointed that you lied to me. If I had known that you just wanted sex then I never would have agreed t-to,” she paused and swallowed down the unpleasant lump in her throat, “I love you, H.” 

“I love you too.” He said and she smiled sadly.

“You know how I mean.” She nearly whispered, fighting a frown and he frowned, “Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t!” He insisted with irritation.

“Yeah you did. You told me you weren’t ready for a serious relationship and then you go and get a girlfriend?” She asked, another wave of tears started streaming down her cheeks and he pouted, “Did I do something to make you not want me? I just… I don’t get it.” She said and he sighed and shook his head.

“No, Y/N. Not at all! You’re right, I’m sorry that I misguided you, I just…” he sighed, “I don’t…like you in that way.” He admitted and she sniffled as more tears fell. The rejection twisting her heart and making her throat burn as she held back a sob.

“Why didn’t you just say that and end it then?! Y-you gave me hope!” She scoffed with hurt and so much anger.

“I didn’t want to hurt you and I was… I really liked being with you, OK? It was hard for me to end that.” He said and then she let out the sob she was trying to hold back that entire time. Harry frowned as she gasped for air, his heart lurching upon seeing her that way because of him. She fought away from his hold on her and she paced back and forth, head shaking as his words processed. She then stopped and looked right into his eyes with so much disdain and hurt, he literally felt it weigh down his own chest.

“So you used me for sex. That’s what you’re saying to me?” She practically whimpered, feeling so stupid, naive, and worthless. “You don’t like me enough to date me but I’m good enough to keep around for a fuck?” She cried, “I can’t believe you used me and my feelings for you like that.” She sounded so defeated and disappointed in him, it cut right through him as she literally spoke his truth to his face.

“I-no! I care about you. You’re my friend.” He said and she scoffed through her tears.

“You fucked me and loved on me for close to an entire year and then tell me that you were just having fun?” She asked, the pain in her eyes made him feel so shitty about himself, “Then you ask me here, as if you haven’t ignored me for the last couple months by the way, and introduce me as your “best friend” to the girlfriend you said you had no time or want for?” She questioned and he quite literally was stuck, “You’re an ass and you disgust me.” She seethed lowly before shoving past him and slipping away. Harry hurried after her and sighed when he saw she had grabbed her purse from the hooks drilled into the wall beside the front door.

“Y/N, you knew that-”

“No I didn’t.” She cut him off sternly, “You told me not to worry about it, that we’d see where it went when I wanted to stop! You made me believe that there was hope. You’re so fucking selfish!”

“I'm selfish?! Look at you making me feel like shit for finally finding someone worth investing in!” He raised his voice as his temper got the best of him. As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. Even more so when she looked so shocked and hurt with what he’d just said.

“Wow.”  She whispered shakily wearing the most ironic smile on her face.

“Y/N, that came out wrong.” He said quickly, grabbing her arm as she reached for the door knob.

“I’m leaving.” She stated, tearing her arm away from his hold harshly and opening the front door.

“Y/N, please just try to understand! You’re one of my best friends!” He said following her a few steps outside and she turned around and shook her head with tear-filled eyes.

“We’re not friends. Fuck you, Harry.” She whispered before rushing off to her car and getting in. She could hardly see from how hard she was crying as she started rolling out and spared one final look at Harry from her rearview mirror, his hands were on his head as he watched her drive off. He looked upset, but before she could even begin to feel bad she sighed and focused her eyes on the road. Fuck him.

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Deep End - Chapter 2: Birthday Boy

…in which Harry gets the birthday surprise he didn’t ask for.

Word count: 4.7k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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A/N: Thank you for all the love for Harry and Ezi after chapter 1. Please let me know what you think about each chapter so I can be motivated to write faster 😆

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“Humans are so funny. You make up false stories about us and refuse to believe anything that isn’t the same as your imagination,” the siren said.

Harry tossed his head back and laughed. He held out a finger at her. “No, mermaids aren’t supposed to exist. You’re not supposed to exist.”

The siren narrowed her sharp gaze, and Harry quickly moved back a bit in fear of her grabbing his leg and pulling him into the water. To his surprise, she said, “And who are you to decide that? A useless human with a useless tail–”

“Okay, enough with the tail joke.”

“–can’t even survive the drowning deep. You don’t want to believe we exist, so you won’t have to carry the guilt of trashing our homes and murdering our kind.”

Baffled, Harry worked his jaw while silently cursing himself for never taking part in those debate classes back in school. Well, to be fair, he couldn’t have known that one day he would have to debate with a deadly siren in a cave on his goddamn birthday!

He shut his eyes and sucked in a breath. “Look, lady. I’m only one small human, with a bigger than average human tail, FYI.” The siren eyed at his crotch in disbelief, so he quickly crossed his legs. “But that’s beside the point! What I was trying to say was that, if you’re seeking revenge, I can’t satisfy you because I’m not responsible for trashing the ocean or shit like that. I’m a singer, alright? And I don’t even live here. I’m from London. A land far away. If you wanna murder a human, I suggest looking for Elon Musk.”

The siren stared at him like he was the mythical creature. “I’m not familiar with all the names you mentioned,” she said, folding her arms across her chest, which had been a big distraction for him. Good to know that he could still get horny while facing death.

“Don’t you guys have fish Wikipedia?” he asked, and she tilted her head, looking rather confused. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed that you should know all the facts about humans. That sounded like discrimination against sirens.”

For the first time since Harry met this siren, she actually smiled at him. “You have a lot of funny words, you strange creature,” she said, her eyebrows knitted in fascination.

“You know what?” Harry exhaled sharply. “Since you’re my kidnapper, I’m gonna stop arguing with you in case you still wanna kill me. But today is my birthday, so I can’t be kidnapped. I haven’t posted a thank you message on Twitter yet, and I might get cancelled for that. Celebrities get cancelled for literally anything nowadays. It’s annoying.” The siren blinked at him, her pink lips slightly parted. “Right,” he breathed. “You don’t have a Twitter account.”

“You said you were a singer.”

“That’s all you got from my long speech?”

“What is it? Singer.”

Harry bit his dry lip and frustratedly combed his fingers through his damp hair. “I sing. Use my voice to entertain other people.”

“Oh, like sirens.”

“I guess.”

“Except that we use our voice to kill people.”

“What?”

“Sing for me,” said the siren despite Harry’s horrified look. She seemed excited as she rested her folded arms on a boulder and gazed up at him with a twinkle in her crystal clear blue eyes. “Let’s hear it. I didn’t know humans could sing. Let’s see if it’s good.”

“Fine.” Harry blew out his cheeks and cleared his throat.

He began to sing.

“Walk in your rainbow paradise–”

“What’s a rainbow paradise?” the siren asked, but he didn’t stop singing to answer her.

“–brown skin and lemon over ice.”

“Why are you singing nonsense words?”

Once again, he ignored her, this time, closing his eyes. “I get so lost inside your eyes. Don’t you believe it? You don’t have to say you love me.”

“Love,” the siren repeated the word as if she had never heard of it in her whole life.

Harry opened his eyes and found that she was looking at him as if she could see right through him. He went on, “You don’t have to say you’re mine. Oh honey, I-i-i-i walk through fire for you. Just let me adore you.”

“Why would you walk through fire for someone?” the siren wondered out loud as she stared off into the distance, her strong brows knitted. “That's stupid. Fire is hot. I saw the humans on the boats use it one night. I almost burned my fingers trying to touch it.”

“Yeah, don’t play with fire.”

“Then why would you walk through it?”

The siren pouted, and Harry caught himself smiling at her naivety. “It’s supposed to mean that you’d do anything for the person you love. Even risking your life.”

“That’s stupid,” the siren repeated her earlier remark. For a second, Harry saw a curious little girl and not a dangerous sea creature from earlier.

“Well, it’s just a song,” Harry told her. “I personally wouldn’t do that for anyone, either, but some people do love with all they have, and would sacrifice everything for the one they love.”

An angry frown had replaced the siren’s previous perplexed expression. “Some humans murder the ones they claim to love,” she said in a cold voice. Harry felt a chill running down his spine, but then the siren went on with a softened expression. “Sirens are not supposed to love. Love is a weakness for my kind.”

Harry nodded. “Bet you don’t even have a heart.”

The siren cocked her head; a corner of her mouth raised subtly. “Every living and breathing thing has a heart. Sometimes it’s valuable. Sometimes it's not.”

“Only valuable if it’s the heart that you want,” replied Harry.

For a long moment, the siren looked into his eyes as if she was trying to read his thoughts. Could she do that? Read his thoughts?

Beads of sweat were trickling down his back as his heart began to race; he could hear it in his ears. Suddenly, the siren was pulled beneath the water. Harry stiffened at once. The ocean was still for a moment, then two sparkling tails burst through the surface. Harry’s jaw fell slack with a soundless scream when he saw another siren sinking her fangs into the first one's neck.

The other siren had bright red hair and a silver tail. There were visible scars all across her pale, lanky arms, and he couldn’t see her face. Legs too stiff to run and hide, he stood on the edge and watched in absolute terror. The scene in front of him was madness as the sirens screeched, their tails flapping, creating violent waves as they sank their claws and teeth into each other’s flesh. Harry could see blood. The first siren was not as strong as the one that was attacking her. He must save her. Maybe a part of him knew that she wasn’t entirely evil. Maybe because she was the only hope for him to get home. Either way, he couldn’t just stand by and watch her die.

Before Harry could even think of a way, a bony hand wrapped around his ankle and dragged him into the sea.

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Harry’s dreams were thick with blood and haunted by the siren’s face. He’d been in the dark water, drowning, and the last thing he’d seen was her sapphire eyes glowing with the sunlight above as she’d stretched out her arm to grab him before he sank deeper. He woke up gasping, still feeling the saltiness of the ocean on his tongue and the pressure of water on his lungs.

He found himself lying on his bed, fully naked under the covers. Had he been dreaming?

Kneading his temple to chase away the headache, Harry scanned his sore eyes around the room and screamed when he saw her sitting in the corner. Naked. He looked away as soon as he caught her ocean blue eyes staring back.

The siren was in his room. And she had legs!

“You’re alive!” she exclaimed.

He heard her standing up but couldn’t bring himself to look. She sat down on the edge of his bed, smelling like the ocean. Not the fishy kind of smell; one that was unique, and Harry liked it even though he shouldn’t.

“This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream,” he mumbled to himself while clutching the duvet to his chest.

The siren, now a human girl, let out a sigh. “It’s not. This is real. I’m real.”

“You’re not.”

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“You’re...naked.”

Even though Harry wasn’t looking, he could feel her questioning gaze pinning on him. He grabbed the covers and shoved them at her. “Cover yourself.”

“Oh...okay.” The siren did as she was told as Harry quickly placed a pillow on his private part. He finally looked at her, and she smiled while covering her upper body and the area between her legs with the duvet.

Harry let out a sigh of relief. “Better. Okay, why are you here?”

The siren’s eyes widened. “You don’t remember?”

Harry shook his head.

“We were talking when my sister attacked me, then dragged you into the water. You were lucky I saved you twice and brought you back to where I’d found you. This is the only palace on this beach, so I assumed it was yours.”

Harry sat and stared her face, trying to detect a lie but failed.

The siren rolled her eyes. She seemed disappointed as she swept her long black hair over her shoulder, exposing the huge bite mark on her long pale neck. The skin had healed, and the blood had dried, but the area was still bruised. Harry fought the urge to touch it. There was no way this was really happening.

The siren shot a glance at his ankle. And that was when Harry noticed the red claw mark around it. He shivered at the flashbacks of a siren with red hair and a silver tail charging straight at him with her mouth wide open, her sharp teeth ready to tear off his flesh.

“Sorry about my sister. She could be very...deadly,” the siren in front of him said, looking remorseful.

Harry eyed her up and down once again. Finally, he broke his silence, “What happened to your tail?”

The siren refused to look him in the eye as she said, “My mother found out that I saved you, a human, so she cursed me.”

“Cursed you?”

The siren said nothing; the corners of her mouth lowered as she stared down sadly at her legs.

What kind of The Little Mermaid plot is this? Harry thought to himself, yet didn’t say it because it shouldn’t be a joke. She’d lost her tail, which meant she couldn’t go back to the ocean. Ariel from The Little Mermaid had wished to become a human. This girl had been cursed with the life she never wanted just to save him twice.

Harry buried his face into his palms. “Shit. Fuck. I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”

“It is your fault.”

His head whipped up at her honest response. “You always say what you think, don’t you?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

Harry sighed and ran his palm over his face. “Never mind. How...how do I get you back to your mermaid form?”

“Siren.”

“Sorry, siren. How do I help turn you back?”

“I don’t know,” she said sadly, clutching the duvet to her chest. “But I need a place to stay until I figure it out.”

Harry thought for a moment and nodded. “I’ll pay for your hotel room.”

“What’s a hotel?” the siren asked, her eyes round. “And why can’t I stay here in your palace? It’s big and you live alone.”

“This is a house, not a palace,” Harry said. “But I’m going back to London tomorrow, and I can’t take you with me.”

“Where is London? I want to see London.”

Seeing her so excited made Harry laugh. “No, you don’t; trust me. It’s not sunny there. Always dark and gloomy and raining.”

“It’s not sunny underwater, either.”

Harry held up a finger and kept his mouth open for a moment as he pondered over what she’d said. “Good point. But I’m still not taking you to London. That’s not a good idea.”

The siren’s eyebrows drew together. “It was your fault I’m in this situation.”

Harry gasped. “You’re so manipulative!”

“I don’t know what it means.”

“It means you say things like that to get me to feel sorry for you, and so I have to help you.”

“Oh, then, yeah, I’m manipulative,” the siren said. “Take me to London with you, or I’ll find you in London and make your life hell.”

Harry tossed his head back and groaned. As if he hadn’t been traumatised enough by all the events that had happened today, now he had to take responsibility for the life of a mythical creature. If he had been a bad guy, he would have just let the government have her and keep her in a lab like that Oscar-winning movie about the dead girl and her fish lover. But Harry wasn’t a villain. Sure, he could be an asshole, but he couldn’t betray someone who’d risked her life to save his. Twice.

Maybe if he’d just say yes and then leave quickly in the morning, he wouldn’t have to deal with her. He’d ask someone to take care of her, pay for a place for her to stay and her food. Her mother would have to take her back eventually. He didn’t know about sirens, but even in the animal kingdom, mothers never abandoned their children.

“Fine, I’ll take you to London,” he said. Seeing the smile on her face, he was lowkey thankful that he was so good at lying. “First, you have to put some clothes on. Wait here.”

Carefully, he slipped out of bed, holding a pillow in front of his crotch and one behind him to cover his butt, then padded awkwardly to his closet to change and get her something to wear. When he returned, she was still sitting on his bed, humming a familiar song and kicking her feet as if testing out her new body parts. He found it endearing, but of course, he wouldn’t tell her.

He handed her a bathrobe. “Put this on. I’ll find some real clothes for you later.”

The siren accepted the bathrobe and stared at it as if she’d been told to put it in her mouth and chew. She glanced up at him. “I don’t understand the purpose of this.”

“To cover up your private parts.”

Suddenly, she seemed sad. “I think I’m broken.”

Harry blinked. “What?”

She looked at him again, pouting. “I don’t have a tail.”

“I can see that.”

“No, I mean, a tail like yours.”

When Harry realised what she meant, his face burned, and he cleared his throat into his fist. “You’re not supposed to,” he said awkwardly. “You’re...a female. I bet male sirens don’t look the same as you, right?”

“There’s no male sirens,” she told him.

Harry cocked his head to the side, squinting his eyes. “Huh? Then how do you guys...you know?���

She blinked innocently at him. She didn’t know.

“Mate.” The word made Harry cringe. “How do you mate?”

“Sirens mate with mermen. We only need them for children.”

“Okay, that’s...new…”

Harry would be glad to find out more, but this was definitely not the right time. He waved his hand, urging her to hurry up. Clumsily, the siren got to her feet. Harry didn’t intend to stay here while she changed, but since she could barely keep her balance, she had to hold onto his arms. He stood there, staring at the ceiling as the duvet dropped. She was completely naked in front of him now and so dangerously close. The voice inside his head was telling him not to peek. Fuck. Why did she have to be sexy?

“Do you...um...do you need help?” he asked as she seemed to be struggling with the bathrobe.

“No, thanks. I got it!” she said between ragged breaths, then, “Hey your tail is growing!”

Harry’s eyes dropped to the front of his boxers, his face heating at the sight of his erection. He gently pushed her back onto the bed and rushed to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” she shouted after him. “I need to see it in its full form!”

“This is its full form!”

“It’s still small.”

“Shut up! It’s not!”

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Ezili felt bad for lying to this human.

Well, lying was the whole point of her mission, but he had been so nice to her when he found out she couldn’t return to the ocean. She blamed her new human heart for these emotions. Siren Ezili would never feel sorry for this ugly creature. No, wait, this one wasn’t ugly. The mermen were ugly. As much as she despised humans, she must admit that most of them were beautiful.

When this human wasn’t looking, Ezili would regard him with as much curiosity as he had regarded her in secret. The way his brown curls swept back messily. His defined jawlines. The deep dimples in his cheeks. The look of wonder in his eyes. He looked about her age, but his eyes were innocent, greener than seaweed.

She looked away as he caught her gawking. They were sitting at a small table on the floor. The room was darkly lit by the light in the corner. On the table was a mushy pile with little fire sticks on top.

“What is this?” Ezili asked, inspecting the object.

The human smiled at her, the firelight dancing in his leaf-green eyes as he said, “It’s a cake. We’re celebrating my birthday.”

“You told me not to play with fire.”

“We’re gonna put it out anyway.” He winked at her. “A little fire won’t hurt.” Ezili watched the human take out a little black thing and flick his thumb. Fire flared out, making Ezili flinch. “Relax,” he chuckled and the fire vanished. “This is called a lighter. It makes fire. This is a cake. These are candles.”

“What do we do with the cake?”

“We eat it.”

“You eat fire?”

The human laughed at Ezili’s distressed look. “No, silly. We blow out the candles, then eat the cake.”

“Oh,” she said, making him laugh harder. She found it disrespectful and annoying. Was this creature making fun of her? “What’s so funny?” she asked through gritted teeth.

The human stopped laughing, yet his dimples were still visible. “I can’t believe I’m celebrating my twenty-fourth with a siren,” he said.

“Who do you usually celebrate with?” Ezili asked.

“My friends or family,” the human said. “My friends were supposed to be here but their flight got cancelled due to bad weather.” The sadness in his eyes disappeared as he gave a dismissive wave and laughed. “Oh well, it’s not bad being alone. In fact, I’ve been alone my whole life.”

“That’s sad,” Ezili murmured, mesmerized by the candles.

“It’s not,” replied the human. “Some people live their whole life surrounded by others, and yet, they’re still lonely.”

As he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, smiled, and blew out the candles, Ezili sat there and pondered over his last words.

They didn’t eat the cake right away, because the humans said they ought to eat it after dinner. Apparently, humans ate three main meals a day—breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sirens ate when they were hungry, so this was very new to Ezili. She picked up the small shiny thing that shaped like her mother’s trident and pushed around the foods on her plate. “What is this?”

“Fish,” the human said with a smile.

“Dead?”

“You expect me to eat alive fish?”

Ezili scowled at him. “That’s what we eat.”

“You’re human now. Try cooked fish.”

When she didn’t do anything but stare at the plate, the human nudged her hand with his knuckles. “Come on. If you don’t like it, I’ll get you the raw fish in the fridge.”

Ezili doubted that this imbecile creature would poison her with these colourful foods to get away with his responsibility, but at the same time, nothing was impossible.

However, she would probably faint if she didn’t eat. This dinner actually smelled good, and her stomach was rumbling because she hadn’t eaten since yesterday. And so she stabbed the fish’s burned flesh with her little trident, closed her eyes and put it into her mouth. It was soft, salty and a bit spicy, and...surprisingly delicious. She quickly took another bite, and another, and another.

“Wow, you’re really hungry, huh?” The human chuckled. “You like it?”

Ezili nodded fast, unable to answer because her mouth was full.

The human seemed satisfied. “Good. Means I’m a great cook.”

Ezili chewed fast and swallowed as the human began to eat. She tried to copy the way he held the little trident and the knife, and felt like she’d changed. Her mother would hate her so much for enjoying this. And Koa would make sure everyone in their kingdom knew and turn her into a laughing stock.

“Do you have any questions for me?” she said, breaking the silence, mostly to distract herself from thinking about the mission and her family.

The human thought for a second. “Hmmm, I have a bunch so I don’t know where to start.” Then, after a pause, “Why did your mum do this to you? Doesn’t she love you?”

Ezili wished she could stab him for bringing up the topic she’d been trying to avoid. Instead, she sucked in a breath. “She does. It’s just...the way sirens show love is different from humans. We teach our children to be strong from the moment they are born. Sirens live dependent on one another to survive, and so we always have to look out for one another. I guess that’s love for us. My mother is the Sea Queen. She’s very powerful, and so she has high hopes for my sister and I. My sister is better than me, though. I’ve always envied her.”

“Your sister is scary as hell,” the human remarked. “But if your mum is the Queen, you must be a princess.”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, so does that make me Prince Eric?”

“Your name is Eric?”

“No,” the human chuckled. “It’s a reference from The Little Mermaid. You should watch that film. You’d probably hate it though. Anyway, it’s so weird that we don’t know each other’s name. I’m Harry.” The human, well, Harry, put his hand across the table. Ezili didn’t know what to do with it so she just stared.

“I’m Ezili.”

Harry smiled, picked up her right hand and shook it. His hand was bigger than her and warm. She liked it.

“Cool name. Can I call you Ezi?”

Ezili instantly pulled her hand back. “No, you filthy creature. That’s not my name!”

“Ezi is short for Ezili.”

“What?”

Harry ignored the look of confusion she was giving him. “Or I could call you Bubbles. That’s a cute nickname.”

“Why Bubbles?”

“Because…” He tossed his head back and groaned. “Damn, woman, you gotta read the story, too. I can’t make these jokes if you don’t get the references.”

Ezili had so many questions. Just as she was about to ask, the black thing on the table lit up and started playing a song that startled Ezili.

“Sorry. My mum’s calling,” Harry said as he picked up the thing and swiped his fingers across it. “Right on time.”

“Is your mother trapped in that thing?” Ezili asked, clutching the hem of the shirt Harry had told her to wear. It was too big on her but she loved that it was comfortable and kept her warm.

“No, this is a phone,” Harry said, shaking the magical device with light coming out of it. “So my mum’s in London, and when she calls me on the phone, her voice gets transferred through it, and I can hear what she says.” He pushed himself up and told Ezili, “I’ll be right back.”

Once Harry was gone, Ezili sat there and tried her best to process all the new information. It was only her first night on land and she was already going through it. This mission was harder than she thought. Still, she had no choice but to continue. She must have that heart, and her mother would be so proud.

.

.

.

When Harry woke up this time, he was on his private jet.

“Hey.”

He screamed, causing Ezi to fall back into her seat in front of him. He whipped his head around and saw that they were the only two people in this cabin. Before he could even come up with a question, Ezi got up, her hand resting on either side of his seat as she leaned forward, until her face was so close to his that he could smell the vanilla scent of the cake in her breath.

Her eyes sharpened at once. “I know you were trying to get rid of me.”

“No...I didn’t.”

“You did, Harry. You were going to leave me at your beach house. I heard you talking on the phone last night with someone else after talking to your mum. You mentioned a hotel room.”

Harry had booked a room for her on the phone last night. He should have done it on the website.

“But guess what?” A corner of her mouth lifted. “I might not have the ability to control tides anymore, but I still have my voice. And so I can control humans with it. I sang you to sleep last night. Then when your servants came to take you to this metal bird, I made him carry you to the magic black carriage and I came here with you. You think you’re one step ahead, you’re wrong. Try that again. I dare you.”

Harry swallowed hard. He could feel his palms sweating as he rubbed them against his thighs. “Okay, I’m sorry for that,” he said.  “But you can’t control people like that. If someone found out what you’re capable of...what you are...you’d be in big trouble.”

Ezi arched an eyebrow as she slowly backed away and stood straight with her arms across her chest. Thank God, Harry’s mother called just in time. He immediately got up and excused himself to answer the phone. He left a pouty Ezili in the cabin and went to the exit to talk to his mother.

“My precious boy, are you on the plane right now?”

“Yes, Mum,” Harry sighed.

“Good. I just need the name of your date for the seat arrangement.”

Harry stiffened for a second then quickly glanced over his shoulder to check if Ezi was eavesdropping. Fortunately, she was distracted by a magazine.

“Like now?” he asked his mum.

“Yes. Last night you told me you found one.”

Yes, Harry remembered that part, but he’d only said that so his mum would stop pestering him.

He took a deep breath. “Yeah, I did.”

“Her name?”

He hesitated before saying, “Ezili Hans.”

Hans as in Hans Christian Andersen. The writer of The Little Mermaid. If he had the energy to be happy, he’d give himself a pat on the back for the creativity.

“Great,” his mother said, sounding as if he’d just told her he was getting married. “I’m so excited to meet this girl.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, dear?”

“I-I said ‘Well, of course’,” Harry said and covered it up with a nervous laugh.

When he got off the phone with his mum, he felt a light tap on the shoulder and turned around to see Ezi. Shit, had she listened to–

“I promise I won’t use my singing voice to control you again,” she said, to his surprise. "Please. I cannot survive on my own." She twisted the hem of his band-tee uneasily. Even though she looked super cute in his t-shirt and joggers, she was still too underdressed for someone that was travelling on a private jet.

“Fine. You can stay,” he heard himself say while trying to imagine her with actual clothes that fit her.

Ezi’s blue eyes lit up, and the smile that rarely showed up on her face caught Harry off guard. He almost forgot what was happening.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “But we need to set up some rules.”

[sumptuoushstyles-blog]

Y/N goes on a double date, Harry also goes on a double date.

or, Y/N agrees to go on a double date to stop her friends whining, when she realizes that her friends boyfriend is her ex-boyfriend.

Pairings: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: little smutty, little angsty as per usual, also some accidental cheating

A/N: there will be a part 2! when?? idk! also, I would like to thank you all for almost getting me to 300 notes on my last story?? you guys are amazing!! lot’s of love, and thanks for reading :’)

Today was a normal day for you, extremely normal that you don’t know how you found yourself in this extremely awkward situation.

You slept at your boyfriend’s house the night prior, so you woke up in his arms, which was really nice. Then, you needed to go home to shower and change so you could get to your class, so you did. Which somehow, you wish you didn’t because then you wouldn’t have been asked to go on this double date with one of your only friends that you made from your psych class.

You didn’t know much about her love life, just that they have been dating for a couple months now, and that she was really happy. She and her lovely boyfriend want another couple to hang out with, which they don’t have.

“Y/N please!” She continued to whisper whine to you, you paying attention to the lecture and taking down notes. “We can go wherever you and Joshua want to go, but can you please just do this for me?” She tries pleading with you.

You look at her and she’s already looking at you, giving you her ‘puppy dog eyes’ and pouty lips.

You groan lightly, pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers. “Fine,” you begin to tell her, “but we’re going to that sushi restaurant that’s downtown. It’s not too dressy, but you could still dress nice. We’ll meet you there at 6.” You tell her, she begins to cheer, then quickly closes her mouth when the professor stops talking and looks at you both. You look at her and do the ‘zip my lip and tossing the key,’ and then she proceeds.

On your way home from class, you call Joshua and tell him the plans for tonight.

“Sushi? I could go for some sushi! Y/F/N has some good taste!” He exclaims. You roll your eyes and grin, “See, now that would be your lovely girlfriend who picked that out! You’re very welcome, lovie.” You laugh at him, butterflies in your stomach as you hear him chuckle through the phone.

“Well babe, I have to get back to work now. I’ll see you tonight, okay?” He tells you, you begin to smile from how happy you were with him.

“Bye! Have fun.” You say before you hang up.

You guys have been dating for almost 5 months, and you were so happy with him. You guys were friends beforehand, and he helped you get through your last breakup with the man-who- shall-not-be-named. Joshua didn’t know who you were hurting from, but he helped you nevertheless.

6 o’clock comes quickly, and before you know it, you’re sitting in the restaurant waiting for your friend and her boyfriend. You’re wearing a simple navy blue t-shirt dress with your white converse. Your hair curled lightly, and you have minimum makeup on, but you have on a nice red lipstick, your favorite. You would’ve put more makeup on, but you were simply too lazy and in a rush since you took a nap and didn’t wake up until 5.

“So do we know anything about this guy?” Joshua whispers to you. You shook your head with a frown on your face.

“All I know is that she’s very happy, and they’ve been dating for a few months or so. That’s all my knowledge on him.” You tell him. As you take a sip of water, the restaurant doors open, and you see your friend, with him trailing behind her.

You’re swallowing soon turns into choking when you realize that he’s the one that makes her so happy. Joshua is patting your back to relieve some of the coughing, and that’s when Harry looks at you, eyes wide.

“Y/N! Joshua! This is Harry, he’s the one I’ve been seeing for a little bit now.” Your friend excitedly tells you both. You have an awkward smile on your face as you stay seated, calming down from your coughing fit, and Joshua stands up to shake his hand. You cringe internally at the fact that Joshua has no idea who that person is.

“‘Ello, it’s nice t’meet yeh both.” Harry says, you could hear the awkwardness in his voice, but you know he’s going to pass it off as being ‘nervous’.

He clears his voice before he begins speaking again, “Sorry, I’m a little nervous. Y/F/N has been goin’ on and on about yeh both, especially Y/N. Wanna make a good first impression.” He eyes you, chuckling slightly then smirking at you.

You want to pat yourself on the back for still knowing his antics, but then you realize that you should have forgotten about all of them. You guys ended things awhile ago. You haven’t talked to him in so long that you almost forgot what his voice sounds like.

Harry will always have a special place in your heart, you guys dated for quite awhile but him leaving all the time did a number on you. You couldn’t handle it anymore, therefore ending your relationship. Although it was you who wanted to end things, it still hurt breaking up with someone you were so passionately in love with.

Y/F/N and Harry sit down, and strangely enough, Harry decides to sit right across from you, so you avoid his every glance and stare. A few minutes later, a waitress comes by to take your order, and everyone orders something different.

Throughout the dinner, you’ve been nothing but quiet. Of course you were saying some stuff here and there, but you didn’t want to spark a full conversation with Harry, knowing it will bring up old times. Joshua still doesn’t know who Harry is or what he means to you, but he seems to love him. Laughing at all his jokes, listening to what he has to say, trying to find as many bonds as he could.

Y/F/N keeps giving you worried glances, noticing that you’re not your usual bubbly self. She wonders if you just didn’t have a good day, or if you didn’t like your dinner. Not once thinking that it was because her boyfriend was your ex-boyfriend.

Joshua and Y/F/N are now having their own conversation, talking about this new show that just aired. You’re in and out of listening, and when you go to take another glance at Harry, you see he’s already looking at you.

“Guys I’m just going to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” You mutter to them, kissing Joshua’s cheek as you’re getting up, which causes him to stop his conversation.

He waits until you’re out of hearing range to talk again.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She seemed okay when we left and then all of a sudden, she’s not, and she’s being really quiet.” He explains to them, small frown etched on his face.

“Maybe I should go talk to her.” Your friend says, getting ready to stand up, put she feels Harry’s hand on her thigh, and she looks up at him with a questioning glance.

“If she’s usually okay ‘round you guys, it’s probably me. Maybe I should just go check on’er, show her I’m a nice fella.” He tells them, quickly getting up with a small grin on his face. Y/F/N smiles at him brightly, nodding her head, happy that she picked out such a gentlemen.

He walks to the women’s restroom, first knocking and then peeks his head in. “Y/N, are yeh okay? Is there anybody else in there with yeh?” He asks, you roll your eyes at him as you dry your hands.

“No, no one else is in here Harry. I’m coming out now.” You tell him, but as you’re throwing out your paper towel, you hear the door close and then a ’click’, like the door has been locked. You go to turn around when you bump into a familiar chest.

You step away so you can get a good look at him, actually staring at him, not like the quick glances you were giving him all night.

You already noticed his hair was a bit longer than the last time you saw him, not as short as when he had to cut it for his role in ‘Dunkirk’. You are also appreciating his outfit. He’s in suit pants, not his usual skinny jeans, with a nice dress shirt and some boots.

“Bein’ quiet because of me now?” He asks you, an amused grin on his face. You scoff at him and cross your arms across your chest, ignoring his question, and asking him instead.

“How did you not know it was me she was talking about? How many Y/N’s do you know?” You state, an almost bitter tone used. He chuckles at you, still keeping that amused grin on his face.

“How many Harry’s do yeh know love, hm? I think we’re quite even.” He tells you, walking closer to you. You step back again, trying to keep your distance, not wanting to know what will happen if he gets too close.

“She never told me your name,” You begin to explain to him, “think she was trying to keep you a secret. Not wanting to brag or anything.” You tell him.

He has a glint in his eyes that you know too well. He takes another step closer to you, and when you take another step back, you meet the wall. You internally groan to yourself because you know he has you cornered.

He puts his hand on the wall besides your head, his other hand rested in his front pocket. You have your head down, not wanting to meet his eyes, knowing you’ll do something you’ll regret if you do.

He takes his hand out of his pocket to push your chin up, “Look a’me.” He tells you. You do, and within a second his lips were on yours, you not hesitating to kiss him back, missing the feeling of his lips. His hand quickly leaves your jaw to put on your left hip, pushing yourself onto him.

“Missed yeh, pet. Missed yeh so much, ‘m an idiot for jus’ letting yeh leave.” He mutters onto your lips, still kissing you. The hand that was on the wall is now trailing up your thigh, getting dangerously close to your wet panties. You guess being close wasn’t good enough, as you now feel his fingers grazing over your clit.

He pulls away, grinning. “Still got this effect on ya, hm love? ‘M still able to get your cunt drippin’ for my cock?” He questions, you moaning at his words and the sloppy kisses that he’s trailing down on your neck.

“Harry please -oh god- do something.” You moan out, your hand gripping his curls tightly. He chuckled into your neck darkly, and then you feel his pointer finger enter you.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he says with a groan, “Not getting properly fucked the way y’want? I know yeh like it nice and rough, baby.” He says, proving his point when as he enters his middle finger alongside his pointer, curling them both up trying to find your-

“Fuck Harry!” you almost scream when he finds that spot. He pulls away from your neck to cover your mouth with his, trying to quiet down the sounds that he’s making so you guys won’t be caught as he continues to finger fuck you, you continuing to moan into his mouth.

He takes the hand that was on your hip to cover your mouth instead of his lips. He does that to get a proper look at your fucked out state. He also does that so he could whisper absolute filth into your ear, knowing you loved when he dirty talked to you. But before he does, he really wants to look at you. He removes his hand, but keeps his thumb in your mouth so you don’t moan too loudly.

Your cheeks are tinted red, the lipstick that you reapplied before he walked in now smudged all over, and he knows now that it must be on his own lips. Your eyes are clenched shut in bliss and agony at the same time. Feeling good, but not good enough.

He feels his cock twitch at the thought of getting your lips wrapped around him, since he feels how warm and wet your mouth is around his thumb, but his cock also twitches in interest at the thought of your tight heat cumming around his fingers.

He chooses the latter and decides to add his ring finger with the other two, looking at your face for discomfort, but he finds none, so he starts talking.

“Bein’ such a good girl f’me,” he begins, watching you as you open your eyes to silently plead him, knowing it means, ‘I need more, please give me more.’

“Ah, bet yeh need your pretty little clit played with, isn’t tha’right?” He mutters to you, bringing his thumb to draw small but harsh circles on your clit, watching you roll your eyes back in bliss.

He takes his thumb out of your mouth, which gives you a better angle to bring your head down and bite onto his clothed shoulder. You feel your climax coming, the clit stimulation and the repeatedly nudge on your g-spot almost being too much, but you love it.

“H, I-I’m gonna cum. Please, please, please let me cum H. F-fuck I need it.” You beg him. You hear him groan, knowing there is no way he could say no to your begging. He used your love of dirty talk, so you used the begging against him.

It worked in your favor, because right after you hear him say, “Fuck, go righ’ ahead love. Cum all over m’fingers like a good girl.” He groans into your ear, quickly feeling you clench tightly around his fingers.

Your climax hit you hard, not remembering the last time you felt that good. Catching your breath, Harry pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, you watching him hotly.

You stare into his eyes, his staring right back at you. You both aren’t sure what to do next. You look at your watch to check the time. You’ve been gone for only 15 minutes, which means that Harry has only been with you for 10 of those. ’Not bad’ you think to yourself. You pull yourself off the wall and go to stand in front of the mirror, fixing your hair and lipstick.

Harry is the first one to talk, “Do yeh regret it?” He asks softly, “Cause if yeh do, then I’m sorry, I just missed yeh and seeing yeh jus brought up old feelings and-”

“I don’t regret it,” You cut off his rambling. “I don’t like that I cheated, that we cheated, but I don’t regret it.” You tell him truthfully.

He nods his head in agreement. “So what now? We just go back to bein’ normal in front o’them?” He questions you, meeting your eyes in the mirror. You turn around and look at him before speaking.

“For right now, yes. I’m really confused with how I feel but once I get it sorted, I’ll let you know, okay?” You walk towards him, your hand wet to wipe your lipstick stain off of his lips.

He nods his head yes, and you walk towards the door and unlock it, walking back to your table. On your way, you see Y/F/N walking towards the bathroom, but she stops when she sees you.

“Hey! Did you and Harry talk? Did he say something wrong at dinner?” She babbles on, and you can’t help but feel even more guilty, her wanting so bad to impress you.

“Actually, Y/F/N, Harry and I-”

“Had a really lovely talk outside o’the restrooms. She actually met me at one of m’shows and thought I was rude, so I apologized and we just ended up talking fo’ a really long time, not realizing the time. I’m sorry lovie.” He smiles at her, causing you to smile softy at her, nodding your head in confirmation. She coos at him and hugs him.

“It’s alright! I’m glad you guys are getting along now.” She tells you both with a wide smile as she pulls away from Harry.

You guys get to your table, and Joshua is staring at you and Harry with a glare in his eyes. You look at him confusedly, until he forces his phone into your hands, causing you to almost drop it. You roll your eyes and then look at the screen, eyes quickly widening in shock.

It’s an article written about Harry. Specifically, about the split of you and Harry. The article just goes on and on about what they thought happened, what new girl he was with, how long they thought you guys were broken up beforehand, and other pointless things. The worst part about it, is that it wasn’t written too long ago, 4 months to be exact.

Although you guys broke up 7 months ago, it doesn’t make any situation better because Joshua knows. Joshua now knows that Harry was the reason that you were hurting, and that you were quick, almost too quick, to get with Joshua, which also means that he knows that he’s a rebound.

You feel the bile rise in your throat, not knowing what to say.

Harry looks at you with a worried glance, “Yeh okay, love? Yeh look a little pale.” He tells you, wondering if what you guys did a few moments ago is getting to you.

You shake your head harshly, meaning, ‘No, nothing is alright and I’m surprised I haven’t thrown up everywhere.’ You put your head down to your chest, not wanting to be caught crying.

“Joshua, maybe you should take her home and-” Harry begins, being cut short when Joshua interrupts him.

“Or maybe you can take her home. Fuck her in her bed like you did in the bathroom.” He spits at Harry. Harry quickly answers him, knowing if he hesitates he won’t be able to get away with lying.

“Mate, what’re yeh on about? Nothing happened.” Harry tells him as honestly as he could, still glancing between you and him.

“Joshua, why would you even think that?” Y/F/N asks suspiciously, looking at him and then at you, eyes squinted slightly.

“Don’t play dumb, Harry. I know about you two. Y/F/N, they were together once upon a time, broke up only a bit ago. I’m the rebound, which means you are too, love!” He shouts, slamming his hand on the table, causing tables to look at you guys.

“Y/N?” You hear her call your name, you lift your head up, and she sees the tears. She scoffs at you, and all you can form to say is, “I’m so sorry,” before standing up and grabbing your purse, walking quickly towards the door and out of the restaurant.

[harrysgloves]

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word count: 1,288

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: The End.

warnings: Language

a/n: This is it! The end folks. Hope you loved them all as much as I did. xx

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*2 years later*

You checked your eyeliner in the visor of your car one last time before closing it. The scar running through your left eyebrow used to glare at you every time you looked in the mirror but now you don't even notice it.

Your adorable 7 year old was bolting into the house before you even got a chance to tell her to not run. You smiled, shaking your head as you got out of your car. Closing the driver side door with your hip before walking into your new home.

It was perfect. The best balance of modern and homey. It was 100% your style and you couldn't help the wide smile across your face as you walked up the few steps to your new front door that Thea left wide open.

"Thea! You got to shut the door!" You yelled through the empty house. Your furniture hadn't been delivered yet but Thea insisted on staying the night in the new house.

You decided to rough it out with a blow up mattress and a lot of blankets on the floor until the next day. You were over staying at a hotel anyways. Your stuff was constantly covering the two beds and the floor, it was pretty embarrassing any time the housekeepers would come in and see their new boss be so messy.

"Sorry, mom!" She yelled as she ran to the backyard to the pool. Her bathing suit already on and a towel thrown over her shoulder.

"No running in the house!" You sighed as you heard the glass door slam shut. She was starting to get really good at not listening.

You stood in your new kitchen, hands on your hips as you looked at all the boxes sitting on the floor. This was going to take you forever to put away. You were already dreading having to bend over a million times to get stuff out of boxes. You should have paid someone to do this.

You sighed, bending over to pick up the box of glasses. Fuck bending over you were going to just put it on the counter to unload it.

"Wat are y'doing!" You heard him yell from behind you, rushing down the stairs to the kitchen. You hadn't even had the box lifted for 5 seconds before he caught you.

"I'm just putting it on the counter." You groaned when the box was taken from you. This shit was getting old already.

"Y'not allowed to lift over 15 pounds and y'do it anyways." He mumbled, irritated you weren't listening to the doctors.

"Just 'cause I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't do stuff. Jesus, H. Calm down." You huffed, rolling your eyes as he sat the box down on the counter for you.

"Plus, that's not even 15 pounds!" You complained, hands flying in the air as you bitched about him constantly being overprotective.

"Want me t'go get the scale and prove to y'that it is?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows at you when he turned around.

Any argument you were ready to throw at him died the second the second you saw the paint across his face. You smiled brightly walking over to him.

"Got some on your face." You laughed trying to wipe away the semi wet paint off his forehead but ended up smudging it more. You tucked your lip between your teeth trying to suppress your smile.

"Yeh, well I was tryin' t'suprise ya but I can't leave y'alone fo' 10 minutes." He sighed, arms wrapping around you the best they could.

You quickly pulled away from him not wanting to get paint all over you. Nose wrinkling when he pulled you in tighter, swatting his chest.

"What's wrong, love? Scared 'f a little paint?" He smiled at you struggling to get away from him.

"Harry! I'm pregnant, leave me alone." You squirmed in his arms the closer his paint covered forehead got to yours.

"Oh, so now it's I'm pregnant but a second ago y'were yelling at me." He smiled wider the second your giggle left your lips.

You loved him so much.

"Duh, it's called hormones."

"Mhm" He hummed, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Besides, it's your fault I'm like this anyways." You finally broke free from his arms, turning away and heading towards the stairs. He was hot on your trail.

"It's not done! Y'can't see it yet!" He ran up the steps right behind you. You were just thankful you were still small enough to be able to run up the steps cause there was no way you weren't taking a peak at that room.

You threw open the door to the nursery, gasping the second you saw the bubblegum pink walls and dark hardwood floors. Your eyes filled with tears as you stepped further into the room, taking it all in.

"Thea said princesses have pink rooms. She helped pick out the color." He said leaning on the door frame nothing but smiles as he looked at you trying to contain all your emotions.

Which didn't happen because… hormones.

"I love it." You said with a sob, hands covering your mouth trying to stop being ridiculous but you couldn't help it.

"Awe, baby. It's okay to cry." He moved from the doorway, arm around your shoulder as you started to mentally plan where all the furniture would go.

"We've come a long way." He said, breaking you out of your thoughts and back to him.

"You still mad at me for breaking up with you for a year and a half?" You smiled, laying your head on his chest.

"Nah, if we didn't break up we wouldn't 'ave had make up sex and gotten knocked up." He smiled the second your hand swatted his arm.

"'M sorry! It's true!" He laughed, grabbing your hands and pulling you in for a kiss.

"We can't tell her that. She'll be in therapy longer than I have." You said, nuzzling into his chest a big smile across your face when you heard the footsteps running up the stairs.

"She better 'ave dried off." Harry sighed, turning his head to see Thea walk through the doorway.

She hadn't dried off.

"Oh my god!" She squealed, jumping up and down when she saw the nursery. "It's princess pink!"

"Thea, you got to dry off." Harry said sternly, he'd come a long way on the whole discipline thing but still had his moments when she could start fake crying and he'd break down.

He still hadn't eaten sushi.

You laughed when she ran over to hug you two. Both your pants now wet from where she laid up against.

"Okay, okay. Come on, time to help mom unpack the boxes." Harry said, taking her hand in his, trying to pull her out of the room before she touched any of the wet paint or got water all over the place.

"Dad, can we paint my room the same color?" She asked as they both walked out of the nursery and down the hallway.

"Only if y'promise to remember to dry off from now on. Momma can't slip right now or she'll hurt Baby Mia." You heard his retreating voice walk down the stairs and couldn't help the smile on your face.

You followed closely behind them. Closing the door with one last glance at the nursery. It'd been a long and tough road to getting yourself in a better place but as you heard them laughing downstairs together planning on where to put the things in your new home.

And you felt the new life you already loved so much kick in your stomach.

You were happy you could finally let your hair down.

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Niall is wrting an 1d album he is even using the same writers and producers for a lot of his songs which makes me sad cuz 1d always did good music but its only recognize when they are solo artist like niall if this song was an 1d song everyone would trash it.

Okay, i get where you’re coming from, and I do think it’s fair to maybe say Niall’s music is the closest to 1D, so far?  but like, sorry to be annoying about this, it’s still way different because even if he’s working with a bunch of the same producers etc, he’s making so many more of the creative decisions.  and it’s just him singing!! Go Niall!!

anyway, I know that wasn’t the point of this ask. I assume what you’re really trying to express is frustration about how dismissive most people -- and a lot of the media -- are of one direction as a matter of course.  Like, I don’t necessarily think TMTA would have been trashed as a 1D song, but like, I get what you mean.  The dismissiveness is very very annoying.  It’s like, how many “oh this is soooo embarrassing...but…. /shame faced emoji of shame/…. i like that new harry styles song....*braces for impact*” posts do we have to be subjected to??  

It’s super frustrating that people that react that way aren’t like, ever asking themselves why they’re reacting that.  I mean, we’ve talked a lot as a fandom about how a lot of it comes down to how embarrassed people are to like things that they think are for girls.  Because deep down they think girls are embarrassing.  And that’s sad and sucks for everyone.  

First of all, it sucks for them because they are truly missing out on a lot of cool stuff.  But also, those kind of attitudes are really crappy for girls and women to have to deal with.  I can remember being in high school, before i had really been taught about feminism and sexism at all, and feeling so frustrated that somehow the boys always seemed to get to dictate what was cool.  Back then I felt helpless in the face of it, i didn’t even really know how to pinpoint what was happening.  One of the best parts about growing up has been to realize, turn’s out, men’s opinions don’t mean shit!!! One Direction is my favorite band and I don’t care who knows.  I’m going to take my joy where i can get it!  

Having said that, I do think doing solo work is a nice chance for the boys to show how talented they are without having to deal with people’s wrongheaded preconceived notions about boybands.  Even if it’s frustrating that that’s what it takes to change people’s minds.

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The Assistant - Part 4**

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Y/N felt like she was a teenager all over again. The nerves were practically boiling over her body as she and Jenny waited near the theater entrance as Harry and Tom waited in line to purchase the movie tickets. 

“So how did you meet Harry?” Jenny asked her and Y/N smiled a bit timidly.

“We work together. He- he’s my boss.” She confessed with a worried look in her eyes and Jenny smiled.

“Oh, that’s cute! Like fate brought you together.” She said and Y/N felt a bit at ease at her reaction.

“You don’t think it’s…inappropriate? I mean, the executives in the office are quite notorious for…sleeping with their secretaries and I wouldn’t want to spur on the stereotype for him or myself.” She explained.

“Well, I suppose that if people thought that about him or you, you would’ve already heard something about it whether it was true or not.” Jenny observed.

“You think so?” 

“Yeah. Of course, be discrete and cautious as to not cause any unnecessary speculation, but I think you two look cute together.” She shrugged with a smile and Y/N felt her entire body tingle at the idea of them actually being together.

“What about you and Tom? How did you meet?” She asked and Jenny smiled and glanced down at her feet.

“At Hillcrest country club.” She said and Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Tom has a country club membership?” She asked and Jenny shook her head with a giggle.

“Oh no, he was there as a guest with someone else.” She explained, “We just happened to run into each other on the tennis courts when I…accidentally hit a ball into his stomach.” She said with a bit of embarrassment and Y/N giggled, “He’s just so sweet and kind about everything…then I ran into him again before leaving and he asked for my telephone number and we’ve been talking since then. It’s been about five months.” She said and Y/N nodded.

“That’s sweet.” Y/N said with a smile, “Are you going steady? Officially?” Jenny shook her head with a small frown.

“My dad doesn’t approve.” She explained and Y/N frowned, “Tom’s tried talking with him and I’ve brought him around a few times. My mom likes him. My brother too, Tom’s teaching him guitar after school. But my dad doesn’t believe he’s good enough for me. I still go out with him though, I don’t care what my dad says, the heart wants what it wants.” She said with a smug grin. She knew that Jenny was sending her a message with that. Just then, Tom and Harry were walking towards them with smiles.

“Ready, girls?” Tom asked and they both nodded as they neared them. It kind of shocked her when Harry held his arm out for her and she smiled before looping hers into his as he guided them inside to line up at the concession stand.

“So what’re you in the mood for?” Harry asked lowly as Jenny and Tom talked and giggled animatedly ahead of them.

“If there are M&M’s I definitely want those.” She said and he hummed.

“A chocolate-lover are you?” He smiled.

“Of course.” She grinned.

“The real question is, plain or peanut?” He asked glancing into her eyes.

“Peanut.” She said and his little smirk turned into an adorable and toothy grin as he nodded.

“Right answer.” He said and in no time they were called up to the counter where he got a fountain drink for them to share, a small bag of popcorn and the M&M’s. Soon enough they were finding their seats in the dimly lit theater and after a few minutes the film started. Y/N had seen the other 007 movies, James was a big fan. She thought they were quite exciting, but she had never gone to watch one out of her own sheer interest, which is why she hadn’t actually seen this one, but the plot was interesting and was keeping her focused.

Everything was going quite normally until Harry shifted a bit in his seat, she didn’t let it distract her from the screen, it was just a small movement. But then she felt a warmth inching closer to her. Her own hands lay interlocked with each other in her lap and after a moment she felt Harry’s knuckles run along the side of her hand. Her fingers gripped tighter together before she loosened up. Her eyes were hyper focused on the screen, as we Harry’s but both of them were buzzing with nerves from the inside out. They could see the actors on the screen speaking, but all they could hear were their heart beats pounding loudly in-between their ears. The tension from just this small action made the minimal space between them charged with electricity as she separated her hands and laid her left one flat on her thigh. Her entire body started tingling when she felt Harry’s fingers inch up and along her palm lightly - almost as if she were the most fragile crystal. 

Harry’s bottom lip was bitten so hard beneath his teeth as his fingertips tickled along her splayed out palm before they reached the bottom of her fingers and he started sliding his own fingers in the spaces between hers and started closing up his hand, encasing her smaller hand in his. He then glanced over to her, heart pounding so hard he was sure she could feel his pulse as she tightened her hold on his hand. Then she turned to look at him and he released his bottom lip from under his teeth and he smiled at her timidly and she smiled back before turning her attention back to the screen. Harry couldn’t give a flying fuck about the movie anymore, he just wanted to be alone with Y/N, to talk to her, flirt with her, possibly pull her over his lap and kiss her breathless. He cleared his mind of those kinds of thoughts to avoid crushing her hand in his grip. But really, he couldn’t wait for their long drive to her house. When the movie ended Harry only let her hand go to stretch a bit and then to help her up. But once they started walking out he caught up to her and linked his hand with hers again.

“That was great.” Tom said with a smile.

“You’ve seen it like three times…” Harry responded with a chuckle and Tom started going off defending his obsession with this particular Bond film.

“Well, it’s going to be 8:30, should we call it a night? Or do you girls want to eat?” Tom asked as they stood around outside. Jenny glanced at Y/N and then down to her and Harry’s hands, their fingers were still interlocked.

“Yeah hon, let’s call it a night? I’m a little tired.” Jenny said to Tom and he glanced to Harry to see if that was alright. Jenny then shot a quick wink at Y/N that made her face get all warm as the blood rushed up to it.

“That’s alright?” Harry nodded at Tom’s question.

“Yeah, mate. Thanks for this spontaneous outing, it was nice.” Harry smiled and soon they were all saying their goodbyes and as Jenny hugged Y/N she leaned into her ear.

“Listen to your heart, girly.”  

“Thanks, Jenny.” Y/N smiled before they pulled away. Y/N felt even more nervous now as Harry let her into the car and he turned it on and turned to her.

“Are you hungry?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Kind of full from the popcorn.” She said, “Are you? We can stop somewhere if you want, I don’t mind.”

“No, m’alright.” He assured with a smile and soon they were taking off towards her house. There was a tense silence for a little bit before he cleared his throat. “Umm, can I hold your hand again?” He asked, glancing to her as they waited at a red light and she smiled timidly and extended her hand to his and he smiled before looking back to the road.

“I really like holding hands.” She spoke up and he smiled.

“I do too.” He responded and gave her a little squeeze which made her stomach flip in excitement. 

Something about holding hands felt so intimate. It was a rather tame display of affection, but Y/N would go as far as saying that the feelings brought by holding hands were so much deeper than those brought on by a kiss. Holding hands made her feel safe and protected. It reminded her that she wasn’t all alone. That someone wanted to be with her. That her presence was valuable and wanted. Maybe she was making too much of it, but that’s just what it made her feel deep in her heart.

“You’ve gone all quiet on me. Are you alright?” Harry asked and she glanced back to him and nodded.

“Yes. Everything’s good, I’m just…this is just really nice.” She said instead.

“It is.” He agreed lowly as he let his thumb tenderly graze along the side of hers. They started talking about the movie and that led to a conversation about her favorite genres and before they knew it all time had escaped them as they pulled in to her street. Harry slowly rolled up to her driveway and their hands separated as he went to put the car in park before making any move to let him or her out.

“Home sweet home.” He said turning towards her and she smiled.

“Thank you for tonight. I had a good time with you.”

“Should probably thank Tom for that, he’s the one that’s great with plotting and scheming.” He said glancing down at his hands that now rested in his lap and she giggled.

“Yes, he’s quite the meddler isn’t he?” She said with a smile and Harry laughed softly.

“You’ve not seen the worst of it.” He responded and she smiled, “Usually his meddling doesn’t yield good results, but I’d say he’s done pretty well the last couple times.” He accepted with a flirty smile and a gleam in his eyes that just about melted Y/N in her seat. 

Like a scoop of ice cream set in the sun and expected to hold up, it was impossible for her to not be complete mush over Harry. He was charming and sweet and incredibly handsome… he made her feel seen and maybe that’s what drew her in because she had never met a man who made her feel the way she felt - powerful, smart, invincible. He wasn’t threatened by her or her aspirations, he encouraged them and he wanted to help her where he could. He cared and it was so clear and that’s what did it for her. 

“Earth to Y/N?” Harry grinned and she came back to reality from wherever her mind had taken her.

“Sorry, was just thinking.”

“About?”

“You. And the way that you are and the things you make me feel.” She said in a soft voice, her eyes, all doe-eyed looking, made his heart leap.

“What do I make you feel?” He asked in a voice nearly as soft as hers. It felt like they needed to be quiet as to not burst the rose-colored bubble they’d been in since the late afternoon.

“You make me feel good about me. About wanting to work and learn. You make me feel pretty. You make me feel like…like I’ve never felt before.” She confessed.

“Good. You’re so special, you know that don’t you?” He asked and she looked unsure, “I mean, you’re brilliant, I like the way you think. I like that everyone likes you. I like that you’re not just a beautiful face, Y/N. You are beautiful and everything you are and that you have to offer shows for it.” He sighed as he finished, like if he had been so tired of holding that in. Y/N felt her heart pounding away in her chest at his confession. He swallowed hard as he looked at her, “I want to kiss you. So. Fucking. Bad.” He said and Y/N’s entire body started tingling with anticipation, she felt like she was bursting into flames, “Will you let me?” He asked her and she just nodded, almost as if she were in a trance. 

In seconds they were meeting at the at the center divider of the car. His hand was on her neck, thumb running against where her jaw hinged - the air between them was hot as their exhales intermingled in an intoxicating way. She felt dizzy just from being close to him. He was desperate to feel his pretty, pink lips on hers. She was put even more on edge as he planted a kiss on her cheek and their eyes met - the only lighting to them was coming from the lamps on either side of the garage door - but it was enough to see her pretty face and the need that her look was communicating. Harry was completely worked up just by being this close to her, lips skimming hers just barely. He loved the anticipation of it all and he loved just how patient she was. Waiting on him until he was good and ready. He could see that her resolve was wearing thin by the way she gripped at the center compartment’s lid. He pulled her in closer and smiled when her eyelids fluttered closed before his did the same and then he pressed his lips against hers softly. Her bottom lip was caught between his lips and he barely sucked at it before pulling back. 

By the way they were panting you would’ve thought that they’d just run a mile at full speed. But that’s just how exciting it was to feel each other’s lips. Her eyes fluttered open and met his. He looked like he wanted more, she did too, undoubtedly so. Y/N leaned back in and pecked his lips once more and he reciprocated with another small kiss to her lips. Harry wanted to kiss her with the intent of showing her exactly what he was capable of. He wanted to kiss her until she was grinding and humping against the bulging erection in his trousers. But he couldn’t possibly do that outside of her house. What if someone came out to check on her? What if she didn’t want that yet? He leaned in further and grabbed her face gently in his hands and kissed her deeply. He felt her breath hitch as his tongue skimmed against the entrance of her bottom lip and then they separated. Their eyes were focused on each others, both evidently not wanting this interaction to end just yet, but this wasn’t the place nor the time. He wanted to take his time with her, kiss her like he really wanted to and see if maybe the little devil inside of her would take the bait and come out and play with him.

“I should probably go inside.” She breathed out and he bit his lip and nodded.

“Yes, that’s a phenomenal idea.” He agreed and she grinned as he let himself out and helped her out of the car, always the gentleman. 

“Thank you.” She smiled up at him as he pulled her to stand.

“Of course.” He hummed and she moved so that he could shut the car door. She was just looking for her key in her purse and was suddenly pressed into the side of the car as Harry’s lips urgently pressed against hers in a series of heavy and heated kisses, she even dropped her purse on the ground as her hands smoothed up his chest, Their lips met eagerly and deliciously with soft, wet smacks. His hands were tight around her hips, fists bunched into the skirt of her dress, almost using it as a grounding agent, “OK, I’m sorry. Got excited.” He puffed out with a timid smile and she brought her hand to his face and pulled him down as she tiptoed and gently planted a kiss on his cheek before settling back to her feet and looking up at him with smile.

“If you hadn’t I would’ve.” She concluded and he chuckled before bending down to grab her handbag and walking her up to the front door. His hand squeezed hers a bit as a tense silence took over for a few seconds.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He said and she nodded.

“Bright n’early.” She confirmed with a smile.

“OK.” He hummed before biting down on his lip, toning down the smile that was fighting for its rightful place on his face. 

He let go of her hand and it felt too soon, but he needed to go. She watched as he made it to his car before she dug out her key and let herself into the house. As soon as she made it past the threshold Harry’s car revved to life and she gave him a little wave goodbye before he smiled and took off. Y/N closed the door behind her and bit her lip and squealed quietly from the excitement running through her.

“Is that you, sweetie?” She heard her grandmother call and she followed her voice to the kitchen where she was pouring herself a cool glass of water, the summer had been rather unforgiving.

“Yes. I’m home.” She smiled.

“How was your movie?”

“It was pretty good.” She shared.

They made some small talk about their days before they both headed up the stairs, Y/N to her bedroom and her grandmother into her’s. With a final call of goodnight Y/N went ahead and closed her bedroom door. She needed to shower and get ready for bed, but her mind was still reeling. She brought her fingers up to her lips, already missing the pressure of his mouth against hers. It’d been at least a year since she had kissed anyone and she was more than happy that he had been the first one after all this time. 

With these thoughts in mind Y/N grabbed her pajamas and put on her slippers before slowly making her way out into the dark hallway and towards the bathroom. She flicked the light on and shut the door, clicking the lock into place. She took her clothes off and turned on the water, it took a little to warm up just enough. She then reached into the far cabinet and grabbed her little jar of cold cream and scooped a dollop out with her fingers before rubbing it into her skin, effectively breaking down her makeup with a few rub into it. She rinsed off her hands before letting her hair down and then she stepped into the shower. She started by rinsing her face of the cold cream and then got to her hair. She didn’t always use her grandma’s creme rinse, it was pricey, but it always left her hair so soft and manageable the couple times she had. And well now, if Harry and her would be kissing, his fingers would surely find their way into her hair at some point and she wanted it to be smooth and sleek for him. Maybe she would start investing in some for herself. As she let that sit she took her washcloth and started going over her body. As she reached between her legs the material of the cloth rubbed against her clit in the best way and she bit her lip as she put cloth to the side and dipped her fingers between her legs again. She circled her sensitive little bud before going lower and feeling the sticky and slick arousal that had gathered at her entrance.

Y/N was a little hesitant, her grandparents were just next door, but she sat at the edge of the tub and parted her legs before dipping in again to draw up her arousal and rub against her clit. She let out a shaky breath as she started going faster and her eyes fluttered closed.

“Oh my god…” she gasped quietly as the warmth and pleasure started pooling deliciously in her tummy. Her grip on the plastic curtain tightened as she picture Harry. Harry’s lips running along her neck and jaw, his big hands groping her body or squeezing her hips and waist. She whimpered when she thought about them doing this to her and even more, sinking his thick, long fingers into her and prodding into part of her that she’d never been able to touch on her places. Places she knew existed because they ached every time she got turned on and needy, “Harry!” She whispered her grip tightening, “I’m right there! Right there!” She gasped and before she knew it her entire body was spiraling with pleasure. Her fingers rubbed even faster to work herself through her orgasm and this caused her legs to tense and for her entire body to arch back. Unfortunately for her, her legs slipped on the smooth surface of the tub  and she tugged on the shower curtain for balance and before she knew it, it was tearing off of the rings and she was falling backwards and out of the tub with a shriek as she landed on her back on the bathmat, completely wet and shocked. The residual effects from her orgasm were still making her legs and tummy tickle though and she started gigging softly to herself and then there was rapping on the door.

“Sweetheart? What happened?! Are you alright?” She heard her grandmother and Y/N couldn’t contain her laughter anymore.

“Yes, I’m alright!” She called as she laughed, “I slipped and grabbed the curtain and took it with me as I tumbled out of the tub.”

“Oh my god!” She heard through the wood.

“I promise I’m alright, gran.” She giggled.

“Alright. Be careful in there!” 

“I will.” She called out and sighed. She was just about to get up when the shower rod slipped off and she instinctively brought her arms up to shield her face and as the rod slammed against her she winced. She would at least have a bruised arm from this and she pushed it away from her and got back into the shower, very carefully finishing her routine now that she had no curtain and didn’t want to get the whole floor wet. She made sure to put the rod back up and then crumbled up the torn curtain and laid it in the tub. She finally got into bed and giggled again at her mishap.

*********

When Harry arrived that morning Y/N could hardly look at him, she was embarrassed all over again, but it seemed that he was also feeling a bit timid and maybe he thought it was because they had kissed. Maybe if she hadn’t been getting herself off to him she wouldn’t have fallen out of the bathtub and had the metal curtain rod fall on her. She did have a rather nasty bruise on her right forearm, spanning from the top to about the center of it. It was placed inconveniently as she kept pressing against it every time she used her typewriter or wrote down a note. She was embarrassed to have anyone see if and inquire about it, so she kept her cardigan on the whole day.

Harry had been in meetings for a large part of the day, so they hadn’t really seen each other, but as the day came to a close he showed up, looking quite tired and pulling off his eye glasses. She smiled as he stopped at her desk for a moment, there were just ten minutes left in her workday.

“Hi, how’s it been?” He asked.

“It’s been good.” She smiled.

“I promise I haven’t been avoiding you, s’just been a busy day for me.” He said lowly and she giggled at the small concern in his tone.

“I know. I manage your calendar, remember?” She asked with a grin and he chuckled nervously.

“Right, of course.” He sighed, “You’re heading off soon?” He asked and she nodded, “Alright,  have you got any lunch plans Friday?” He asked her and she smiled and shook her head ‘no’, “Perfect, I’d like to take you out to lunch on Friday. Would that be alright with you?” He asked her.

“Yes, I’d like that.” She smiled.

“Perfect, it’s a date.” He confirmed and she nodded, just then the phone started ringing, “I’ll uh, let you get to it.” He said and she smiled before answering. Harry wanted to kiss her goodbye, really badly. He was debating on whether he should do it or not and then decided that life was too short to let oneself wish and want. So as he heard her getting ready to go he decided to call her in.

“Y/N, can I see you before you go please?” He called as he tossed in a stick of spearmint gum into his mouth.

“Yes, I’ll be there in a second!” She called back. Not even two minutes later she was stepping into his office, “Yes?” She asked him and he smiled at her.

“Come here?” He asked and she approached him until they were right in front of each other and she looked up to him, “Just wanted to give you a proper goodbye.” He said with a smile and she felt her body start to buzz as he dipped down to press their lips together. He reached for her, to wrap her arms around his torso, but he grabbed at her forearms, she had even forgotten about the bruise until his grip tightened around her and she hissed, interrupting their kiss. He pulled back with a frown immediately.

“I’m so sorry. Did I do something?” He asked worriedly, not letting go of her yet.

“S’my arm.” She said and he frowned, “It’s fine though.” She said and he shook his head as he pushed up the sleeve of her light yellow cardigan and his face set in a deeper frown upon seeing the angry looking bruise there.

“Oh my god, what happened?” He asked her with concern, “If anyone laid a hand on you-”

“Oh no, it was nothing like that. This was all me.” She said with a giggle and a shameful shake of her head. He chuckled at her response.

“Jeez how?” He asked as he gently stroked his thumb over the bruise.

“I ummm… slipped in the shower and fell out and I had grabbed onto the curtain and pulled the shower rod loose and it fell on me.” She giggled as she confessed this to him, obviously leaving out the reason for why she had been in that predicament in the first place. And Harry sputtered on a laugh at her story.

“Sorry, s’not funny.”

“No, it’s comical for sure.” She shook her head.

“Such a klutz, love.” He said and she shrugged.

“Just sometimes.” Y/N hummed and he smiled before lifting her arm to his lips and gently sponging his lips down the bruised area.

“For quick healing.” He said and she smiled at his tenderness, “You alright working like that?” He asked her.

“Mostly, just kept knocking it against the desk, just because the bruise is located in an inconvenient place you know?”

“Should’ve grabbed an icepack or something.” He frowned.

“I couldn’t find one, but I’ll be sure to pick one up and-”

“Oh no, I’ll bring one for you tomorrow, alright? Should keep one here just in case.” He said and she smiled.

“Thank you, Harry. S’real sweet of you.”

“It’s nothing.” He assured her, “I’m just glad that you’re alright.” He smiled and she tiptoed to kiss his lips once more and he moved his hands around her waist instead as she carefully looped her arms around his neck. Their lips moved together for a few minutes before they parted with a little gasp to catch their breaths. He turned to the wall and saw it was nearly 15 after closing time and he pecked her lips once more. “It’s getting a little late, your grandfather’s probably already waiting outside for you.” He said and she nodded.

“Right.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? Ice that bruise for me, OK?” He reminded as he released his grip on her waist.

“I will.” she agreed.

“And don’t go slipping in the shower anymore. If something else were to happen to you I have no idea what I’d do without you here. Don’t even want to consider it.” He said and she giggled.

“I’ll try my best not to die in the shower.” She said and extended her pinky out to him and he looked at her confused. “You’ve never done a pinky-promise?” She asked him and he shook his head. “Hold your pinky out. Good. Now you just lock it around mine-yep, just like that.” She smiled and then looked up to his eyes, “I promise I’ll be more careful.” She said and he smiled.

“You better.” He said and she giggled before letting his finger go and hugging him once more before she rushed out of his office with a promise of seeing him again the next day.

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

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked excitedly as Harry pulled out of Capitol’s parking lot and made a left on Yucca.

“Rose and Crown, it’s the most authentic British cuisine I have every had in my time here.” He shared excitedly and she grinned.

“Never had anything British before, so I’m looking forward to it!” At the light they made their way down Vine Street, then made a right on Hollywood Boulevard and took it down to Santa Monica Boulevard and it was basically a straight shot to West Hollywood from there. The pub was actually on Fairfax, just a few streets down. But the place was cute and Harry was greeted very kindly and warmly by the waitress named Penny when she came up to their table, she was an older lady.

“Welcome back, handsome!” She cooed, “Glad he’s not alone this time or with that loud-mouth friend of his, Tommy.” The lady said and Y/N giggled as Harry rolled his eyes and just asked for a coca-cola, Y/N did the same. Soon enough they had placed their order, well Harry had made a recommendation to Y/N to try the Yorkshire pudding and Roast Beef and she did not regret it to say the least. 

This is when Y/N asked Harry about his life and family back in England and he had plenty to say about his upbringing and then his move out to London for work and finally out here. He did miss his family something awful, but he was just seizing what opportunities he could while they were available to him. They talked about the state of the world, about how the youth were trying to move to a better and brighter future, but the resistance was strong. As they talked more, it was good to hear him say that he too wanted all voices to have a chance to be heard and he felt that music was going to play a huge part in the getting their point across. This is why he was so invested in giving people who were different a chance to shine and tell their stories. They deserved it and if he was the one calling the shots he wanted to make sure that he was doing the right thing. 

“So are you up for some dessert or are you full? Know you’ve got a sweet tooth.” He commented with a smile.

“I do have quite the sweet tooth. You can choose.” She said she he nodded before calling over Penny.

“Given the state of the weather out there we’re going to share a knickerbocker glory.” Harry said with a big grin.

“Perfect, coming right up!” Penny said cheerily and hurried off.

“I really like the way they make it, it’s so similar to this place near where my mum lives. Used to go there a over summer, well we got to go once a week, my mum, sister and I.” He explained, “Do you like ice cream?”

“Oh yes! I love ice cream.” She confirmed and he grinned.

“OK, good.” 

Lunch had been wonderful and now Y/N was just using the restroom before they headed back to work. When she came back Harry had settled the check even though Y/N had left him some cash before running off to the bathroom. They waved goodbye to Penny as she was busy with other patrons, but soon they were settling into the car and taking off. It was nearly 2pm, they’d really taken their time, but Harry reassured her that he’d made Judy aware they’d be later. Everything seemed rather normal as he took Highland up to Sunset and made a right and he started slowing down about a half mile down the avenue.

“Ummm…”

“We’re making a little detour.” He said and she hummed as he took a right on Cherokee street and drove past the gates and into a parking lot. There were several cars there, but it wasn’t necessarily full. She back towards the building and saw ‘Sunset Sound’ on the signage up front.

“I’ll just wait for you here?” She asked, this seemed like it was rather official, so she just wanted to be sure that she was allowed down before just making the move to jump out of the car.

“Oh no, you’re coming with me for this.” He said with a smile and hopped out of the car. She nodded nervously as she unfastened her seatbelt and he hurried around and got her door, extending a hand to help her out of the car. As soon as she was out Y/N started straightening out the skirt of her dress, “You look lovely.” He said and she smiled up at him, “Want some gum?” He asked her as he reached in his pocket.

“What’re you implying?” She asked with narrowed eyes and his face immediately switched to one of worry.

“Oh my god, I wasn’t implying anything! I just really like to chew gum and thought I should offer some t-”

“I’m joking, Harry.” She stopped his rambling and he chuckled nervously, “Yeah, I’ll take some gum.” She said and he sighed as he handed her a piece and soon they were both walking towards the building.

“So, this is a recording studio. Plenty of our clients use this studio space.” He explained as they walked up to the door.

“OK, and what business do you have here today?” She asked curiously, she didn’t recall seeing anything having to do with this on his calendar.

“Just…checking in.” He hummed as they stepped inside. The front was empty and he turned to her, “Just a decade ago this was an old car garage and now it’s one of the best recording studios in Los Angeles.” He said and she hummed as she looked around. She’d never been in a recording studio before. Suddenly they heard a woman’s voice coming from down a corridor and Harry perked up. This gorgeous dark haired woman walked in with an inviting and warm smile.

“Dorene!” Harry said excitedly and her face lit up.

“Harry, it’s been a while!” She noted cheerfully and they hugged briefly.

“How’s Toots? Is he in?” He asked as he pulled off his sunglasses to see the woman better.

“He’s good, but he’s composing for a project and he’s not in today.”

“What a shame, tell him I said hello.”

“I most certainly will.” She agreed, “And who’ve we got here? A promising new client of your perhaps?” She asked smiling at Y/N who immediately smiled and shook her head at Dorene.

“This here is Y/N, she’s a friend and works with me at Capitol,” he introduced the two and Dorene smiled and extended her hand to Y/N.

“Pleasure to meet you, I’m Dorene Camarata, my husband and I own this studio. So if you need anything at all feel free to call for me.” She said.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Y/N greeted the woman.

“Likewise.” She assured and then turned to Harry, “I think I know exactly why you’re here.” She said and he hummed.

“Just here for a little moral support.” He said and she hummed with a knowing smile.

“Alright kiddos, they’re in room one.”

“They’re not recording?”

“Nah, it’s a discussion right now about something…it’s always something.” Dorene said with a grin and Harry nodded and placed his hand on Y/N’s back and guided her down the corridor. There was a little kitchen and lounge area, then bathrooms and then another door. Y/N was taking everything in before they entered the door which led to where the studios were. They stopped in front of the door labeled “Studio 1” and already she could hear some voices. Before they could even step inside the door opened and Y/N’s eyes widened when Mike Love from The Beach Boys walked out with a loud sigh and then looked at Harry and put on a smile. She was trying to just act normal.

“Hey, man.” He greeted extending his hand out to Harry.

“Hey, it’s good to see you. How’s the session?”

“It’s alright, Brian’s messing with the single again.” He explained and Harry hummed, “We haven’t had lunch so while he does that with the musician’s the rest of us are gonna-”

“We’re ready to go.” Dennis announced as he stepped out of the studio with Carl. “Harry!” He greeted happily.

“Hi boys, how’re you all doing?” He asked and there was a chorus of responses before he turned to his side, “Glad to hear you’re all good. Ummm, this is Y/N,” Harry said and the three men turned to her “She works with me at Capitol. Just showing her the ropes a bit, it’s her first time in the studio.” Harry explained with a smile and she raised her hand, wiggling her fingers in a small and timid wave.

“Hello everyone.” She responded with a little smile and the boys smiled back at her.

“Y/N, pleasure to meet you, I’m Dennis.” Dennis extended his hand out to Y/N and she shook it firmly. Before Carl and Mike greeted her just the same. Harry could see just how alight she was meeting some of her favorite artists ever. She was so excited, but she kept it together and was professional. Asking once again how they were doing, what were the lunch plans. She was so charming and sweet that she even got them invited to their lunch. 

“Oh, that’s really thoughtful of you,” she barely pouted, “but we’ve literally just come from lunch.” She explained.

“Bummer. Well, perhaps on another occasion?” Mike asked looking to Harry.

“Definitely! We are supposed to have a proper catch up.” Harry responded and they all nodded, “Well we’ll let you get to it, we may be here when you’re back.” He said and they nodded and said their goodbyes before Harry looked to Y/N, “Surprise.” He said to Y/N with a bright smile.

“This is insane.” She said to him and he grinned.

“I know how much they mean to you and I just wanted to do something something special for our first date.” 

“Wait what?” She asked and he chuckled.

“Told you it was a date yesterday, didn’t I?” He asked.

“I thought you were just saying that as like an expression.” She explained.

“Oh, I apologize, should’ve probably been more clear.”

“It’s alright.” She assured, “But don’t we need to be getting back to the office?” He shook his head.

“Had Judy reschedule everything I had for today, nothing was too urgent and well, yeah, they got an extension, but they could be wrapping up recording anytime soon, I didn’t want to miss it.” He explained to her and her features softened. “Also, I’m introducing you as a colleague because some of the execs bring their lady friends to stuff like this just to show off or like… you know flash their badges a bit and I don’t want anyone to think that of you. Like I obviously want you to enjoy this and meet your favorites but also want you to see how things work on this side of things since you’re pretty curious about it all.” He explained and she smiled.

“Oh no problem! I appreciate you thinking of that because I never would’ve even considered that” she said and then smiled, “Also you’ve done so much for this.” Y/N smiled timidly and he shook his head.

“S’nothing. Just wanted to make this memorable for you.” Harry said and she bit her lip nervously.

“Thank you, Harry. This is amazing to say the least.” She shook her head still in slight disbelief, “But just for the record, just spending time with you is memorable enough for me.” She said to him and grinned as Harry broke eye contact as his cheeks went all pink.

“Ummm, noted.” He said softly and she giggled, “Well, ready to go in?” He asked and she nodded. He opened the door and they stepped inside. There were two people in the control room at the board and they nodded their heads in a silent greeting to Harry. The door to the live room was opened and Y/N bit her lip with excitement upon seeing Brian in there talking with the musicians. She was pretty excited to see a woman sitting on a chair with a bass in her lap and she kept looking around.

“So this first room, with the sound boards and the recording tapes is called the control room. They control everything to do with the mics in here while everything gets recorded. In there is what we call the live room.” He said and she nodded. He then went ahead and explained what the sound engineers did, what producers were supposed to do, and what the studio musicians did. She was taking this all in, she was loving this.

“And who is that? On bass?” She asked quietly. That was the only woman in this space apart from her and she stuck out easily. She had to know.

“That is Carol Kaye. She’s a fucking legend.” He said quietly and Y/N nodded, “She’s a real talent, she’s been working with one of our top producers, Phil, for quite some time. Brian saw her in a session once and just really liked her. He’s pulled her in for a lot of projects over the past few years. She’s just sharp with her sound and she does it so well.” He said and Y/N smiled.

“That’s wicked.” She said softly. Just then Brian announced that they would do one final take of a song and was heading back into the control room. And he smiled when he saw Harry.

“Hey, man!” Brian said excitedly, “It’s great to see you here today. Need someone else to be the voice of reason.” He chuckled and Harry smiled.

“Yeah, tell me what you need and I’m happy to help. Also, this is Y/N, she’s new at Capitol. It’s her first time in a recording studio. Brought her by so that she could see what the creative aspect of the job looks like.” He introduced her and Brian looked at her with a friendly smile.

“Oh, well welcome!” He said extending his hand and Y/N took it and shook it firmly, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. And also I’m a big fan of your work. Thanks for allowing my little intrusion.”

“Oh it’s no trouble at all. Any friend of Harry’s is a friend of ours.” He smiled, “I hope our session is educational enough.”

“I’m sure it will be, mate.” Harry said and Brian playfully rolled his eyes before heading back to the control board. “Alright guys, one more take!” He announced through the microphone and the band inside started playing a new song. 

Harry then grabbed her hand and pulled her over to one of the seats and she sat down beside him. They watched the incredible talent unfolding before them, directing the band and creating music that would be adored by millions. Y/N felt so lucky in this moment. After a bit the rest of the guys came back to record some vocals. She and Harry had been there for a while and yes, Brian had called on Harry a few times, asking for suggestions and feedback. Y/N liked to see him down at the soundboard, moving things around, making suggestions. He seemed so in his element, she wondered if he was a musician too. She looked at the time and noticed it was 4:45, she needed to get back to the office for her grandfather to pick her up. She didn’t want to leave ever though. Just then Brian called a break and Harry excused himself to get over to Y/N.

“So, what do you think?” He asked and she smiled.

“I’m so blown away this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed!” She said softly and he smiled, “However, I ummm, it’s almost 5. My grandfather is gonna be by to pick me up and-”

“I hope you don’t mind, I ummm, also asked Judy to give him a call that we were going on a bit of a field trip and it would be a late day. That I’d provide you a ride home.” He said, “Was kind of hoping we could grab dinner if you’re up for it? If not we can go, that’s OK too.”

“No, that’s great. I’m not quite finished with this experience.”

“OK.” He smiled excitedly, “I am getting a bit hungry, so maybe we stay a bit longer? About 5:15/5:30?”

“Perfect.” She hummed.

“Hey, while I have everyone on a break, can I run something by you two? You guys being the bosses.” Brian smiled to Harry.

“Yeah, of course.” He chuckled back and had Y/N come down a row.

“Can you guys get Good Vibrations on for me?” Brian asked the sound engineers. After a few moments the song started playing and Y/N immediately smiled upon hearing the song. It was different and exciting and fun. Y/N could not believe that she was listening to unreleased music from one of her favorite bands with them in the room. The harmonies were incredible and the instrumentation gave her the chills as she listened on. And finally the song came to an end and Harry was biting his lip from the excitement he felt. “What do you think?”

“That is… I don’t even know but it’s really fucking sick.” Harry chuckled excitedly.

“You don’t think anything’s missing?”

“Nothing is missing, Bri…” Mike cut in and Brian just rolled his eyes.

“Is this the song you needed the extension for?” Harry asked and Brian nodded.

“It’s not done.” He insisted, “I want to capture the sound of the good vibration, I was thinking something like this in the chorus.” And he vocalized the sound he was thinking of for Harry, “C’mon, we’ve talked about this, Mike.” Brian then turned to Mike who sighed.

“Yeah, but we just haven’t been able to peg that specific sound and we can’t ask for yet another extension-”

“My neighbor plays the theremin-” Brian said.

“The theremin is unmanageable, Bri.” Carl mumbled from a few seats down and Harry bit his lip.

“I mean…yeah, it’s a bit wacky but there has to be a way to make it easier.” He explained. And Harry took a moment to think.

“Hmmm…There’s a guy I know, his name is Polk, he’s a trombonist, but he also tinkers and customizes instruments and maybe he can figure out a way to get that sound in there the way you want it.” Harry suggested.

“Yeah, get him my phone number. It’s worth a shot, I promise you that’s what this song is missing.” Brian said to the band and then he looked to Y/N, “What about you? What did you think? You’re a fan, be honest.” He said and Harry looked to her, about to cut in, he didn’t want her to feel pressured to give feedback.

“Ummm, the song is amazing, first of all.” She said and he nodded, “But personally I feel like the organ needs to be taken out of the chorus.” She said and Brian bit his lip, “I was trying to hear what was going on underneath that-”

“It was some cellos.” He said and she nodded.

“Right, I want to hear that it’s so different.”

“And that’s were I want to plug in the theremin sound!” He said turning to the rest of the band, “See, I told you guys, no organ in the chorus. I told you.” He repeated. Harry smirked as Brian started going off on how this would sound pristine and Y/N just giggled as he pulled her in for a hug because she, a person new to the industry, and a fan, seemed to really capture the vision he had. Not long after that they had said their goodbyes and Y/N was a bit speechless as they settled into Harry’s car.

“You alright there?” He asked with a grin and she nodded.

“That was magical… I mean…he liked my suggestion.”

“Yes, he really did.” He hummed, “I’m telling you, you’ve got a good ear for this stuff. I think if you had more exposure to-” he was cut off by her lips on his as she leaned over the center console. Everything about the day had been perfect and she was just so enamored by how thoughtful and ballsy Harry had been to bring her to a studio session to meet one of her favorite bands of all time.

“Thank you, Harry.” She whispered as she made a small space between them, “Today was unreal.” She said with a smile.

“Day’s not over yet.” He said and she giggled.

“What else did you have in mind?”

“Ummm, There’s a concert tonight at the Hollywood Bowl, starts in about…30 minutes? We can try to make it before we eat if you’d like?” He said looking at his watch, “It’s the philharmonic.” He wanted to have as much time with her as possible.

“That sounds amazing.”

“Alright. We should have some company tickets on reserve. That’s a perk of the job by the way, if you ever want to go see a show let me know.” He said and she grinned.

“That’s pretty incredible actually.” She said as they took off towards the Hollywood Bowl. It had been 20 minutes and they were only about halfway there.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it.” Harry huffed, “I-if you want to, we can just eat at my place instead? Can show you my house, since I’ve seen yours and all. It’s got the most amazing view of the city and a pool. Would you like to do that instead?” He asked and she bit her lip and nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.” She confirmed with a little smile.

“Perfect.” He smiled as they drove off into the sunset.

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5!!!

Y/N was quite fed up. She knew that occasionally her husband would turn a blind eye to shady things in their business and would underreport things here and there, but now this seemed to be the new normal.

For months they had been receiving threats and menacing phone calls from people she would never get to identify. She was starting to question everything about him, everything about her marriage. She wanted out, but he would assure her that he was working on getting them protection, that everything would be OK soon. But she was afraid, she was afraid that because he was a greedy son a bitch she would end up dead with her brains splattered who knows where just to prove a point to him.

That is why she was refusing to get ready for the summertime fundraiser ball his company always participated in. This year they were fundraising for new medical technology at the children's hospital. It was a wonderful cause. But she had received dead animals in boxes with hateful notes, cryptic letters with threats, phone calls, and endured some vandalism to their home. She didn't feel safe anywhere, much less out in the open where she would hardly be near her husband all night.

"Please, Y/N! You'll be perfectly safe, I've taken care of it."

"That doesn't give me any solace, Joe. How have you taken care of it?" she asked for what felt like the fifteenth time.

"We have a security team now, alright?!" he seethed.

"Why couldn't you just say that from the start!"

"Because they're supposed to blend in with everyone when we're not at home and if you gravitate towards them or make them stand out then whoever is doing this to us will know who to target, alright?! So now you know and that's all you get."

"Absolutely not! Who is in charge of keeping me safe? I want to know that I can trust them!" she said and Joe groaned.

"That's not possible."

"Joe, I want to meet the people who are looking after me or I'm not going and that's final." she said and he sighed.

"Fine. Fucking fine... but get ready. They were supposed to be there already when we arrived, I'll have your security guard brought over. Deal?"

"Yeah." she said and he sighed and left the room.

Y/N was not messing around with her life. Whatever Joe had gotten himself into, she wanted no part in it. She loved that he was driven and tenacious, but the moment that he became a millionaire she encouraged him to slow down. They had more than enough to live their lives more than comfortably. But he wanted more and more and more. Their intimate relationship was hardly existent now as he was always traveling and doing other things for the business. Even with their new found fortune, Y/N continued embracing her lifestyle, she didn't become one of those ladies who now needed everything to be expensive and high end just to show she could have it. But Joe was morphing into something else and it unsettled her.

She was thinking through all of these things as she finished her make up. She just needed to get into her lingerie and her dress. She was just about to step into her dress when there were some knocks on the bedroom door.

"Come in! I'm already in the closet!" she called from inside as she slipped into her pink silky robe quickly and loosely. Their housekeep had seen her in her underwear plenty of times and also helped her get into these ball gown as well so she didn't feel the need to fasten the robe up if she was just going to get out of it.

Just then an unfamiliar and handsome face appeared behind the housekeeper, Ada. His hair was set perfectly and he was already in his tuxedo. Y/N's eyes widened and so did Harry's as he caught a glimpse of her body in her matching set of lingerie. She quickly pulled the robe closed with some embarrassment, but then giggled. And his eyes met hers in a soft and timid smile before he looked down at his shoes.

"A little warning would've been nice." she said to Ada with a grin.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry! Mr. Hastings said you were already expecting him." Ada disclosed, "Your security guard. Mr. Hastings said to give you a couple minutes to get acquainted? Ask your questions and whatnot." she reminded.

"Oh! Oh right, I was so caught up with getting ready that I completely forgot!" she said to Ada and then she glanced up to the man behind her. He was tall and slim, but he had the most chiseled features and an intense gaze, "I'm sorry, I'm Y/N or Mrs. Hastings, whichever you prefer." she approached him and extended a hand, which then made her robe part again and she retracted her hand immediately to properly tie up the robe and he chuckled softly as she shook her head with a giggle.

"I can come back in a few minutes if you prefer?" his voice was deep and the accent...she felt her whole body tingle as his eyes met hers.

"Please, that would be great!" she laughed nervously.

"Of course, I'll just wait outside." he confirmed before seeing his way out.

"Oh my god..." Y/N giggled to Ada who nodded. Her face was completely pink, which made Y/N smirk, "You think he's hot!" She teased Ada who then rolled her eyes.

"Like you don't see what I'm seeing..." Ada said with a grin. Around others they maintained this more "formal" exchange, but behind closed doors Ada was Y/N's confidante. She had been there for her when she was afraid or concerned and listened to her, she didn't brush her off like Joe did often. So her calling out Y/N was not taken offensively.

"Yes, but I'm married! You're not, I'm sure he'll be around so you'll have plenty of chances to sweep him off his feet."

"I have a fiance who I am very much in love with!" Ada reminded.

"Not married..." Y/N sang as she got out of the robe and Ada helped her into the dress she would be wearing for the evening. It had a zipper, but then it had these little buttons to cover up the look of the zipper and she couldn't do that on her own. The gown was dark red with puffed off the shoulder sleeves and it accentuated her figure well.

"You look so hot." Ada said with a sigh.

"I feel so hot." Y/N hummed as she looked herself over, "Wow." she hummed, she hadn't felt so confident about herself in a while.

"Well, now that you're dressed should I send in the body guard?" Ada asked and Y/N nodded, "Lovely, I'll see you later." she grinned before slipping out. She heard her invite him in and Harry once again entered the room. This wasn't the master bedroom, it seemed to be a guest room turned closet/vanity place. But he did notice that there was a bed in here and several items that indicated that someone was sleeping here. He continued looking around a bit more, not noticing that Y/N was just watching him through the vanity's mirror. She just let him go on until his eyes finally met hers and he cleared his throat.

"Sorry, just looking around, Mrs. Hastings." he said lowly.

"S'alright. It's nice to formally meet you..."

"I'm Harry Styles. And I'll be your security detail." he said, extending his hand this time and she approached and took it. They shook hands firmly before letting go, "I understand you might have some questions for me?"

"Yes. How long have you been doing this?"

"Almost ten years." he responded.

"And how do you plan to keep me safe?"

"Well, from what briefing I've received I understand that your husband travels a lot and you've been receiving some rather fear-inducing threats and vandalism. I will be in charge of the safety plan for your home. First thing Monday I will inspect and make any upgrades needed to your home security, including to those stationed at the entryway. From here on out all packages and letters will be screened by one of my teammates, you should't have to see the awful things you've been seeing." he said and she nodded, "All phone calls coming to the landline will be ready with a trap and trace to help us figure out where and who is making the threatening calls. And in terms of your personal security well, I'm trained in several martial arts and hand to hand combat styles. I do cary weapons on my person-"

"Weapons? As in plural?"

"Yes, m'am. A stun gun, a knife, and a firearm." he said.

"Anything else?"

"Well other tools of the trade I guess. Zip ties-"

"In case you catch someone?" she asked and he nodded.

"An earpiece to communicate with my team, lock pickers, and extra ammo." he said.

"OK... how many people will be on your team?"

"There are five of us total, your husband's security detail, Roger and I, are the most experienced on this team. When he travels Roger will travel with him, leaving me and three others to watch over you and the home."

"What if I get attacked while you're not around?"

"Someone will always be around." he assured her.

"Well what if for some bizarre reason they aren't?" she asked with raised eye brows and a grin and he sighed and shrugged, wearing a grin as well.

"Not possible, but if you'd like I can teach you how to defend yourself as well. Some basic self-defense principles can go a long way in helping you feel capable and safe." he said and she nodded.

"Yeah, alright. So, if someone points a gun at me and pulls the trigger-"

"Impossible, I would've probably pulled my trigger first." he said again and she grinned. This was almost like a game, she parted her lips to raise her hypothetical question but he grinned, "But if for some bizarre reason," he quoted her previous question's phrasing, "I hadn't neutralized the threat first and they took the shot first then I dive to take the shot instead." he said far too casually and she frowned.

"You'd do that? For a completely stranger?" she asked and he shrugged.

"Of course. It's my job to keep you safe, Mrs. Hastings." he said and Y/N felt her entire body get covered in goosebumps. Joe wouldn't even chance sniffing a milk carton for her to detect if it had gone bad and this complete stranger would take a bullet for her...wow.

"Well I'll tell you this. Considering you would be jumping in front of a bullet’s path to keep me alive I think we should be on a first name basis." she said and he nodded.

"Yeah, alright." he agreed.

"Also, this has everything to do with the fact that you called me m'am." She said and he chuckled, "And I will let you know now, Harry I am quick to anger and slow to forgive, so it'll be at least two days before I get over the whole "m'am" thing." she said and he smiled.

"Noted."

"Last question before you go." she said and he nodded, urging her to go on.

"Who do you work for?" she asked and he hummed.

"That I can't tell you. S'classified." he said and she narrowed her eyes, "Strike 2?" he asked and she cocked her head to the side as if saying 'obviously', "I would tell you if I could, though." he assured her and she sighed.

"Yeah, fine. It was lovely to meet you, Harry. I guess I'll be seeing you around." she said as she walked him to the bedroom door and he stepped out and turned to look at her.

"It was lovely to meet you as well, m'am." he grinned and shot her a wink which made her roll her eyes.

"Ughh, go away." she giggled and he chuckled as she closed the door on him. She pressed her back into it and bit her lip to suppress her smile. Joe really fucked up with this one...

Read Part 2 (requested)

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Y/N visits Harry on tour, and Harry didn’t expect it.

or, Y/N waits for Harry to come to his dressing room when she catches him in the act. The act of cheating, that is. 

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings: cheating, angst (again sorry)

Word Count: 2.3k, it’s a long one, folks

When your relationship with Harry ended, you don’t think you have ever felt a pain like that in your life. Which confuses you, because when you told your mom about it ending after all your crying stopped, she asked you how you felt, and the only response you could think of was “numb.”

How could you feel so numb, but also be in the worst pain of your life?

The way things ended weren’t easy. It broke you in ways that you never thought you could be broken. Not for a second did you think he was capable of doing what he did to you.

When it happened, you were in a cheerful mood just a couple seconds prior, giddy with excitement at the thought of surprising Harry after you said you couldn’t make it to his last few shows. You were always able to make it, but you just wanted to surprise him. Jeff was in on it, since he knows Harry’s schedule best, (other than Harry himself).

You were sitting on the couch in his dressing room, wearing one of his tour shirts with your phone out, pressing record to catch his reaction so you could post it to your instagram later. As his footsteps started getting closer, you heard what sounded like more than one pair of footsteps. You automatically thought it was Jeff just talking to him about some end of the tour stuff, but you didn’t hear his voice.

You start to smile as you hear the door open, but as soon as you see him, it’s gone. Not only is Harry there, but so is a girl. There would be nothing wrong with that if his lips weren’t on hers, and if his hands weren’t on her ass, and if her hands weren’t knotted up in his hair.

He shuts the door with his foot, and as he opens his eyes to start getting undressed, he notices you. You’re not crying, but he knows your pissed.

“Fuck.” he says, and the girl he’s with turns around and gasps, putting her head down in shame and in embarrassment. 

“Y/N I could explain please jus-” he gets cut off by you ending your recording and laughing bitterly.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re done, Harry.” you spoke, rushing past him nudging his shoulder on the way out as you slam the door behind you.

You haven’t seen Harry in months. You have broken up with people and you’ve been broken up with in the past, sure. But this heartbreak hurt 10 times more when it came to Harry and what he did.

After you flew home, you had your best friend come and help you take all of your stuff out from the apartment, and she helped you bring it to your mom’s house, you wanting to be in the comfort of her.

You have barely left the house since that moment, not wanting to be caught with your almost permanent red brimmed eyes, and you didn’t want to catch a magazine with Harry’s face on it either. You blocked his number, unfollowed all his social media, and deleted everything on your phone that had to do with him.

The same best friend that had helped you get all your stuff, was also the one that brought you back out into the world again for a night. Your mom has been nothing but supportive, but she also wanted you to start getting better, and you staying inside all the time did nothing for you.

Also wanting to give your mom some of her space back, you reluctantly agreed. You decided to go to a club, and you were wearing your best outfit, something comfortable to dance in, but also something that you felt sexy in. With your makeup looking the best it’s been in awhile now, and your hair up in a ponytail, you looked good and felt good. Nothing could bring your attitude down.

You and your best friend finally got to the club, and immediately went to the bar for some shots. Feeling the burn down your throat down to your stomach, you already felt better than just sitting in your bed of your old bedroom.

You were feeling good until you were dancing with a random attractive guy. Your back was to him and his chest was against you, hands on your waist. You felt confident, beautiful even, something you haven’t felt in months.

You broke away from the attractive man, Ryan was his name. Or was it Jason? The shots you took were starting to have an effect on you, so you pulled away and told him you were going to find your friend and get some water, not fully ready to go home with anybody anyways.

As you’re approaching the bar, you see your friend pushing against the chest of some guy, and you see her lips moving as if she’s yelling. You can’t really get a good look on the guy that she is yelling at, but regardless you rushed over and took her hands away, not wanting her to cause any trouble. That was until you looked up to see who the guy was.

Your eyes locked with his, your heart started racing and your stomach clenched. You felt the tears behind your eyes within seconds. You glared at him, and brushed passed him. Just as you did the last time you saw him, nudging his shoulder to get around him.

You got out of the club and started taking deep breaths, trying to regulate your breathing. You walk in the opposite direction of the club, wanting as much space as possible. You lean against a wall, head tilted back and your eyes closed, and that’s when you hear the footsteps, and soon his voice.

“Y/N, please, I just wanna talk t’yeh. Will yeh at least give me that much?” He pleads with you. You laugh at him, lifting yourself up from the wall and opening your eyes to glare at him.

“Give you that much? Really? I gave you everything. I’m not going to apologize for not listening to your petty excuses, Harry.” You shout at him, not caring for who’s listening or not.

“Y/N, yeh need to hear me out. I was upset that yeh weren’t comin’ to the shows, and I did it without thinkin’. It was one time! I swear.” He tries reasoning with you, but you don’t want to listen.

“Pathetic.” you mutter, you feel the tear roll down your cheek. He stares at you, mouth opening and closing every few seconds, knowing what he wants to say but is too afraid to say it.

“Yeh didn’t even cry,” he murmurs, “yeh jus walked right passed me, barely bat an eye. Was almost like yeh didn’t even care.” You’re looking at him now, in shock and in disbelief.

“I didn’t? Interesting.” You tell him, sarcasm behind your words.

“Don’t start with that.” He begins, but you’re already talking.

“No! Lets. Because apparently I didn’t cry for you. Would you like to know the truth?” You ask him kindly, him only nodding in response, scared as to what you’re going to say.

“You’re right, I didn’t cry.” You begin, him opening his mouth to say something. But you continued, still in that sweet voice you were using. “I didn’t cry in front of you. I didn’t cry when I went to get my stuff from the room where your band was at, or when I hugged them goodbye. I didn’t cry when I got in the cab to get to the hotel room, or when I was flying back to London. Nope! Didn’t cry then.” you said. Him still staring at you, waiting for you to continue. “Wanna know when I did cry though?” you asked again, only getting his stare again.

“I fucking cried my eyes out when I got back to our shared flat.” You told him, voice shaking slightly. “I cried. My god did I cry for you. I cried so hard that when I called my mom, she thought someone died. I had to go back to an apartment that was once filled with so much love, and all I felt in me was hatred and sadness. I had to clean out that same apartment, rip out any memories I had from that town, from that flat, from you.” You shouted, taking a breath to continue.

“Did you forget that I recorded your reaction to me surprising you? Because I didn’t. Rewatched it 100 times over to make sure that it was real, that the person who claimed to be so devoted to me and loved me more than anything was cheating on me. Do not say I didn’t care, Harry. Leaving you was the second hardest thing I had to do in my life!” you yelled at him, fully sobbing now, but keeping your voice strong.

He still hasn’t said anything, but you could see the tears in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks underneath the street light. “Since that was the second hardest, I’m sure you want to know what the first hardest was, right?” You questioned him yet again, getting closer to him.

“Trying to get over you is number 1. And as you could tell, I’m not in that club right now because I’m still hurting!” You continue, pressing your fingers into his chest, wanting to hurt him just a little.”Making eye contact with you was a huge mistake because it brings back everything we ever were. It brings back how stupid I was to think that you were perfect and wouldn’t hurt a fly. But here I am, hurt, because you decided that she was what you wanted!” You exclaimed, voice cracking, stepping away from him, not being able to be strong anymore.

“Love, I’m so sorry I-” he tried speaking, but you don’t want to let him. You’re too worked up over months of pain to just let him try and talk his way out of this.

“No, you don’t get to do that.” You begin to tell him, shaking your head in denial. “You can’t call me love and then apologize and expect me to fall right back into you. Which is weird, because I thought as soon as I would hear your voice again I would run into your arms.” You laugh, bringing your hand up to your under eyes to wipe whatever makeup is running.

You start speaking again, softly this time, realizing that there’s no point in yelling.

“Tonight was the first night in a while that I felt confident. I felt pretty. I got attention from a guy who I’m sure that if I wasn’t so broken from you, I would be going home with right now.” You pause, taking a breath as you stare him in the eyes.

“You took that away from me. Made me believe there was something wrong with me because you wanted someone else.” You tell him, confessing how you felt about your own self. You’re not looking at him anymore. Your head is hung low and your arms are crossed over your chest. He’s shocked and mad at himself, since you were always so confident when you guys were dating, even before hand. He runs a hand through his hair before he starts talking.

“I don’t expect what I’m about to say to change anything. But when I mean it was that one time, it was that one time. It was that one kiss that I will regret for the rest of m’life, because yeh were the best thing to ever happen t’me.” He breathes out, choking back a sob as he rubs his eyes. “I wanted you everyday for the rest of m’life, I still want you for the rest of m’life. But I know that I have a lot of making up to do if yeh ever give me that chance. I love yeh, I always will.” He tells you, fully crying now.

You almost want to go up and give him a hug, run your hands through his hair, but you know better.

“You broke my trust, Harry.”

“I know.” He nods shamefully. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do t’gain it all back though, I want yeh t’know that.” He tells you, looking at you again.

You think to yourself for a moment and turn yourself away from him, so your back is facing him. The silence overcomes the both of you, the only sounds echoing from the music in the club.

“Would you promise me a future?” You wonder aloud, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear him say it.

“Of course! Yeh kidding me? I, uh, actually bought the ring already.” He tugs on his hair again. You spin yourself around to face him again, “What?” you ask him, needing it to be repeated.

He chuckles softly, shrugging his shoulders with his head hung low, but you’re still staring him down. “I bought yeh a ring, love. Half of the reason I was so upset. Was goin’ to propose t’yeh at that gazebo in the park? The 10 minute walk from the arena?” He tells you, trying to see if you remember. You nod your head slowly. Still in disbelief.

“I know how much yeh loved that park from the One Direction days. Was going to hang lights and make it look all pretty, then ask you in the gazebo. Fucked it all up now, didn’t I?” He laughs bitterly, finally looking up to meet your eyes.

The words flowed from your mouth before your brain could even process them.

“Make it up to me, Harry. Please, gain my trust back.”

You walk up to him, and hug him, quickly feeling his arms wrapped around you, reminiscing to how it used to feel, and how things are so different now.  

A/N: hi! hope you all like this one! thinking about making a part two of this if it gets enough notes, which is why I didn’t really make this a cliff hanger but it could also be built off of?? idk!! let me know what you guys think :’) thank you for reading!

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