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[hsgucci94]

Sexy mama

« Would love one where y/n gets annoyed because Harry won’t have sex because she’s pregnant »

A/N: feel free to send in writing ideas for little stories you wanna read on here 💖 x

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“Are you mad?” Harry rose both eyebrows, watching you move around the kitchen while he stood at the entrance, his shoulder against the doorframe. His eyes were scanning your every move, trying to learn and decode the situation he himself got trapped in a few minutes back. “Love…, c’mon,” he softly called, voice calm but beseeching. He took a step forward, his sock-covered feet now on the the cold tile of your kitchen space.

You didn’t turn to him or react to his words. You acted as if his presence couldn’t be felt, when in reality every part of your body heated right away whenever he was around. Didn’t matter if you were pissed at him and wanted to make him sleep on the couch that night; your body always ignited whenever he was in sight.

Specially these days, when your hormones were hectic…, over the roof. You just couldn’t manage them, and the only thing, the only person who could put them to rest refused to help.

Harry sighed, seeing as you weren’t addressing him at all. “Silence treatment? Is that what I get?”

He then felt brave enough to take another step in your direction, head tilting to the side to try see your countenance and read the emotions spread all over it. But nothing. You had that stoic face that blocked your thoughts and feeling from being perceived by anyone else. And he hated it. Hated not being able to decode you and find out what was going on inside your head.

The room went quiet again, the crunch of the knife as you chopped vegetables being the only sound. And it started to drive him crazy. Chop after chop after chop he became more anxious and worried.

As if there wasn’t any sign before, now it was even more clear you were annoyed by his previous actions.

He passed a hand through his curls, tugging slightly at them to relieve some tension. His eyes scanned you once again before breaking the space between your bodies and walking over to you. He stopped right in front of you, his hips resting against the countertop next to where you were dinner prepping, his arms loosely crossed over his chest.

“Y/N…”

“No,” you warned him before he could go on, eyes never leaving the food in front of you. “If you think I look fat and unattractive right now you can just say it, you know? No need to bullshit me like that.”

You spat the words like venom, like they had been resting in you tongue for sometime now before you had the courage to finally spill them out.

“Hey. Hold on,” Harry reacted, brows pinched together as the frown in his forehead grew stronger. “None of that, Y/N. What the fuck? How can you even suggest that?”

He ventured forward, forcing himself in your line of vision. “Look at me,” he asked, resting a hand over the one you were using to cut the food, wanting you to stop and focus solely on him, “Where’s all this coming from? You can’t just say it and keep on like nothing happened. Talk to me. What’s going on right now?”

Your lip trembled, and you blinked three times as soon as you felt water in your eyes. Your facade fell down completely. You no longer could keep your feelings hidden, in place.

You took a deep breath before looking up at him, his eyes worriedly scanning your features the moment you allowed him to.

“You think I don’t notice?,” you mumbled, “You think I don’t know I look nothing like I did seven months ago?”

His frown accentuated in more confusion.

“You’re pregnant, Y/N,” he stated matter of fact, bringing his hand to your cheek and caressing it, capturing with his thumb the tear that escaped from the corner of your eye. “You’re growing a human being inside you. That’s our baby right there, mama.”

His free hand went to rest on your belly, sweetly stroking it over his t-shirt. Your clothes didn’t fit anymore, so you borrowed his to walk around comfortably. And he didn’t mind. Didn’t mind back then when you wore them just because you wanted to feel him close, and didn’t mind now that it was the only thing that fitted the body of the woman he loved the most.

In fact, he’d never mind. There was nothing as sexy as seeing you in his clothes.

“I know,” you gulped, trying to swallow your need to cry, “But I don’t feel like myself at all. I can’t recognise my body anymore, and the hormones aren’t helping. One second I’m a crying mess and the next a horny teenager. And you don’t even wanna touch me, Harry.”

He felt his heart clenching at your raw confession; at your now no longer hidden insecurities you’d managed to keep to yourself for God knows how long.

“Is that what this is about?,” his voice low as he spoke every word carefully, “I made you feel like that? You think I’m not attracted to you anymore because you’re pregnant? Fuck, no, Y/N. Never.”

“Then?,” you whispered. If you spoke any louder you feared your voice would tremble and you’d break down in front of him. Not that he hadn’t seeing you like that before, but you felt overwhelmed enough and didn’t want to add more fuel to the already existing pile of bitter emotions burning inside you.

Your gaze fell down to the floor, but couldn’t even see it because of the size of your belly. It had gotten so big in the last few weeks you couldn’t put shoes on by yourself. God, you couldn’t even get up from the bed without a helping hand.

Harry cupped your face between his hands, thumbs purposely rubbing your cheeks in tender, sweet strokes. “Listen to me, mama. Pregnant or not, you’re sexy as fuck.” His eyes searched for yours, anxiously wanting for you to believe him. Pleading you to take his words and engrave them in your brain forever. “If I’ve been avoiding you in that sense is only because I don’t wanna hurt you. I’m scared I’m gonna make a wrong move and hurt any of you. I know you’ve been in a lot of physical pain lately and I don’t wanna cause you more, love. That’s all. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you, I swear. Pregnant or not you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

His words flew out of his lips hurriedly, as if he was fighting against your mind to see what words you would hang onto first. What words you’d end up believing: your husband’s or those of your treacherous subconscious.

You bit hard the inside of your cheek as you looked up to the ceiling internally begging your tears to evaporate. They were already stinging your eyes, and soon enough ran down your cheeks without your permission, soaking your cheeks and Harry’s fingers.

“Ah, shit. The goddamn hormones,” you groaned in between quiet sobs.

Your husband let out a soft chuckle, his eyes glistening in adoration for you, “C’mere…”

He pulled you to him after drying your tears off with his fingertips, your body resting in between his parted legs while his hands entwined in your back to keep you glued to him. He rested his forehead against yours, and you closed your eyes allowing yourself to embrace the peace he always transmitted you.

“I love you,” Harry reminded you.

“I love you more.”

“Nuh.”

You giggled. “But it’s only fair. There are two hearts inside of me right now, both of them beating with love for you.”

The corners of his mouth widen to form the biggest smile, his dimples and bunny teeth showing, his eyes sparkling happily.

And then it clicked. You understood everything you both wanted and needed was right there.

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[harrysfolklore]

MY FAVORITE FICS, VOL 3

here’s my monthly list of fic recs ! added my fave smut fics this time 👀 i hope you like all of them

MY MASTERLIST

fluff

home ‘sweet’ home by @cherievol6

two in one by @itsallyscorner

sparks by @songbirdstyles

she’s having your baby by @belovedinbloom

motherly love by @harry-writings

movie night by @romcom-s

happy anniversary by @talesofstyles

in love with sleep talking by @pleasingforharry

sparks by @tuliprry

i did something by @harrysmimi

grand gestures by @p0pstars

italian hearts by @finelinevogue

she’s busy by @satanhalsey

a trim by @harrystylescherry

msg n1 by @pancakes4two

1d!yn is jealous by @watermelonsugacry

this by @avatar-anna

hot ones interview by @harryspugh

new beginnings? by @smilesstyless

amor by @harryssethereall

oh anna! by @stylesloveclub

angst

nothing new by @mindofharry

no ring no house by @harrieheaux

forever is a long time by @tokyoharry

nobody is leaving anybody by tokyoharry

public father by @gucciwins

i hate the ending of this movie by @shroombloomm

may by @hstylesloverr

smut

studio love by @kindapinkskies

she can’t finish and they fight by @antiodote

we’re official by @stucktoyou

threes company by @meetmymouth

the law of attraction by talesofstyles

wet dream by @for-fucks-sake-h

apartment 41 by @tobesolonely

needy by @hsgucci94

an afternoon in new york by @teawithcyb0rgs

series

don’t worry darling by @be-with-me-so-happily

opening act!yn by yours truly

even the sun gets clouded sometimes by @itslottiehere

the sun will rise by @watchmegetobsessed

delicate point of view by @matildashoney

[glitteredrry]

fic rec !

here are some of my fav fics that i’ve cherished. thank you to all authors who wrote these. now have fun going down the rabbit hole. 💌

angst

-manchester night two by @erodasfishtacos (any angst by them!)

- y/n gets jealous by @pleasingforharry

- strike by @missmielyhoran

- never alone by @goldengalore

- action by @alonetimelover

- scandal by @goldengalore

- ignored by @emotions-make-us

- cabin fever @cherievol6

- breaking the ice @purplekiwis

- still together, still going strong by @harrysmimi

- why is daddy sad? by @gucciwins

- shitty friend groups by @tbslharry222

- power by @goldenbuckyyy

- better off by @avatar-anna

- i’m on the roof @meetmymouth

fluff

(i don’t read really read fluff so sorry for it being this short)

- single dadrry by @haarrrys

- boyfriendrry by @secret-rendezvous1d

- her first by @hsgucci94

- scared? of him? by @harryscherrypie

- lil grumpy man by @a-strange-familiar

- lavender bubbles and blueberry pancakes by @erodasfishtacos

- baby talk by @harrysmimi

smut

- harry is obsessed with… by @pleasingforharry

- american honey by @londonbelow

- struggle by @willowrites

- soft by @moonchildstyles

- not tonight @venusstyless

- let’s have a bath together by @watermelonlovershigh

- assistance by @missmielyhoran

- i just want a lover by @bopbopstyles

- did you mean it? by @sushihousrry

- hotel room by @eveningepiphany 

- loving you is easy (demi) & hurts like hell by @erodasfishtacos

a.u. or series

- the queen's secret by @gurugirl

- daddy issues by @fkinavocado

- curvy secret by @swiftmendeshoran

- since forever by @satanhalsey

- lone wolf by @jarofstyles

- king of the jungle by @jarofstyles

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- @erodasfishtacos read here

- @0nlythrowharrybeaux read here

- @satanhalsey read here

- @harryistheonlyoneforme read here

- @harrieatthemet read here

- @harrysfolklore read here

- @jawllines read here

- @jarofstyles read here

- @shroombloomm read here

- @finelinevogue read here

- @pleasingforharry read here

wattpad

- perspective by mysterymixtapes (also love their other books)

- aerial by peanutboyfriend (all time fav)

- petal by _londonbelow (very special to me)

- fine line by gillalmightyy

- adonis by temptress_

- earned it by alisonfelix

- on top by sogoldenarry

- moonstruck by deathlythrilled (unfinished but still a great read)

- pierced by tpwkmila

💌

thank you to every author who was vulnerable enough to share their work with the us. i know that it is not easy to write and share your work, but you do, and for that i’m thankful. not to exaggerate, but you might not know that you’re the light in someone’s life right now. you serve as a distraction that people need. keep writing and sharing your stories. also, to anyone who has been thinking about writing stories, please do! you never know how you might help someone. sending you all the most love. - n <3

[tinyhrry]

HARRY STYLES FANFIC RECS PT.4

PART 1 PART 2  PART 3 

Angst

untitled (@harrystylescherry)

Still my girl (@harrysmimi)

Overthinking (@hsgucci94)

hookup scene (@avatar-anna)

and i cant give that to you (@meetevieinthehallway)

better man (@a-strange-familiar)

be my mistake (@1d1195)

to be loved (@1d1195)

untitled (@shroombloomm)

stand still like the hummingbird pt2 (@astranva)

T-shirt (@harrysmimi)

late night phone call  pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 pt9 pt10 (@theshapethatimin)

lie to me (@joonsroses1)

untitled (@avatar-anna)

the one (@goldenbuckyyy)

im on the roof (@meetmymouth)

lets hurt tonight (@fookinavocadosman)

untitled (@jarofstyles)

the break up (@harry-writings)

vanilla body wash (@tbslharry222)

still together, still going strong (@harrysmimi)

untitled (@tbslharry222)

good judgment (@harrieswhores)

Fluff

Scrolling through pinterest (@shroombloomm)

Florence Pugh, Harry Styles & YN/YLN Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions | WIRED (@meetmidnight)

Harry in big brother mode (@watermenlonlovershigh)

untitled (@avatar-anna)

everything will be alright (@stylessupremacy)

untitled (@shroombloomm)

this and this (@erodafishtacos)

not one of them pt2 (@astranva)

late night reading (@theshyspy)

untitled (@satanhalsey)

parent trap (@watchmegetobsessed)

date night at home (@hsgucci94)

you are in love (@satanhalsey)

untitled (@harrysfolklore)

untitled (@finelinevogue)

golden ticket (@watchmegetobsessed)

my introverted girlfriend (@finelinevogue)

im dating your boss, surprise (@harryscherrypie)

like fine wine (@watchmegetobsessed)

merry christmas, darling  (@cakestan)

smile (@finelinevogue) 

french fries (@1d1195)

Smut

sour (@mindofharry)

american honey (@londonbelow)

untitled (@missluckycharms)

cold during sex (@watermelonlovershigh)

Series 

His memories (@a-strange-familiar)

cop!harry (@gurugirl)

illicit affairs  (@goldenbuckyyy)

[freedomfireflies]

HEY GIRL! So I’m also a fanfic writer (we are everywhere aren’t we) but i used to write for the wonderful Tom Holland so I only recently stumbled onto Harry Styles fanfic.I think I have a thing for British guys.except I am also British. ANYWAYS

I’ve read through all your work and my god is gorgeous. And I’ve also read through some other fanfics and what a world styles fan fiction is. But I have a love for like protective Harry fics (if that’s normal) and it doesn’t even have to be physical fighting fics but like verbal protection or fighting or like even jealous owning ur girl kinda thing, do you have any recommendations?

I also love angst to fluff if u have any recs for that my love

-lots of love from 👩‍🦰 (is it okay if I use this emoji to like give my anonself a face?)

(Also I wonder what colour my hair is?!)

AAAA AS YOU SHOULD!!! Welcome to the club hehe also stop you're SO incredibly kind, thank you so much for even being here!!! British guys are amazing, they create such fun fandoms, I agree hehe!!!

OOOO I would maybe say search up the tag Harry Styles Jealous, a lot of AMAZING stories come up there!! Some of my favs are by @wrongplacerighttime, @gurugirl, @hsgucci94, and @avatar-anna!

BUT I FEAR I ALWAYS TEND TO FORGET RECS SO PLEASE SEND SOME IN OR SELF PROMOTE IF YOU HAVE ANY!!! 💞💞

[tpwkwriter]

Taglist and fic recs!!!!!

Just want to point out, if anyone wants to be added/removed onto this list let me know!!!! Also more will be added into the future.

Time to appreciate some talented writers, who deserve more recognition and appreciation 🫶🏼

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This is no particular order ❣️

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@finelinevogue @watermelonlovershigh @lollypopsx @harryhoney-bee @hes-writer @stylessupremacy @erodasfishtacos @damnasstyles @lovecanyon @reveriehs @writingsfromhome @twostepstyless @astranva @luvstylers @harrysfolklore @shroombloomm @harianaswhore @eveningepiphany @violetsandfluff @goldengalore @purplekiwis @watchmegetobsessed @jarofstyles @gucciharrywritings @gucciwins @missmielyhoran @moonchildstyles @cakestan @avatar-anna @grapejuice-rry @dwdenthusiast @pleasingsatellite @oh-honey-styles @youflowerr-youfeast @goldencherryhazz @harryistheonlyoneforme @stylesloveclub @satanhalsey @fkinavocado @missluckycharms @hsgucci94 @harryiloveyouuu @hotforharrysheart @smilesstyless @theshyspy @haroldloverboy @iconicharry @swiftmendeshoran @finestoflines @mouthfulloftoothpasterry

[hsonlyangelxo]

Thank you @swiftmendeshoran @hsgucci94 @fkinavocado @moonchildstyles @watermelonlovershigh for all your amazing writing! I'm glad I found you all here!! ❤️

[hsgucci94]

Office hours

Summary: Harry Styles is your part-time boss and full-time boyfriend, which makes office hours interesting.

Word count: +2k

Content warning: fluff and sexual content and more fluff (m receiver)

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"I need these tasks by the end of the day, you think you could do that? They are urgent.” Your boss, Mr. Styles, asked you, standing against the doorframe of your office. You momentarily looked up to see the small pile of files in his hand, right before looking down at your computer screen and nodding with compliance.

"Sure. I'll start once I'm done with this."

"Good, thank you.” He flashed you a funny smile.

He found the sight in front of him quite endearing. You were so focused on whatever it was on the other side of your computer screen that your nose scrunched and the glasses that rested on top of it looked like they would slip off anytime soon. Although you were in no hurry to put them back up again.

Harry used your lack of attention to his advantage and proceeded to look behind him and around the corridor before entering your office and closing the door behind him. He left the files on one corner of your desk and walked over to your side. His hand stretched enough to grab the armrest of your chair and pull you to him, his body flexed forward so that your faces were at the same height. He had now fully entered your field of vision and the playful smirk on his lips told you he was up to no good.

"I'm working...,” you mumbled.

He chuckled, "So? It's not like l've never stolen a kiss from you at work."

You shook your head, smiling, and indicated for him to move forward.

He definitely did not make that cheeky move for just a kiss, but he was getting just that until your working hours were done.

There was no way you were risking it.

He might be your boss and so your chances of getting fire for something like that were void, but your reputation was just as important. And no woman who hooked up with her boss gave off any good impressions in the business world.

Harry did as indicated and closed the space between you two. He pressed his mouth to yours in a sweet and slow kiss that made you all giggly. Nothing quite like the touch of his lips to forget about all the excels and transactions that still required your attention. In that precise instant you wished you could give it all of it to him. Push your work aside and give all your attention to him.

When he pulled away, he had a big smile on, one of those that showed his adorable dimples, which were enough for you to want to keep on kissing him until your lips became red and sore. But you were at work, and anyone could come in at any moment and find out about you two.

That would be a disaster.

Ever since you started dating some months back, almost a year now, you knew your relationship had to be hidden or your position at the company would be compromised. Not because relationships between colleagues were forbidden, but because you had to maintain a standing that was worthy of respect, and if people knew you were involved with your boss in any kind of way, it'd be very difficult for you to do so. Harry understood that, and so he made sure to make things easy for you at work most of the time. Today being an exception, apparently.

"Let me know when you're finished. I'll be in my office waiting to drive you home," he spoke, and kissed you on your cheek before walking out of the room.

Funny how he expected you to get back to work and concentrate as if nothing after an interruption like that.

By 9:30 p.m. you were finally done. All your tasks for the day were completed, so you grabbed your purse and the folder where you always saved important files, and made your way to Harry's office.

The entire floor was empty. You two were the only ones remaining there, which was the main reason why his door was fully open.

You were about to knock on one side just to inform him you were ready to go, but stopped mid-way.

His face had that one frown he did whenever he was on his peek of concentration. The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned; the knot of his tie undone, meaning he had been a bit under pressure for the past couple of hours.

You stayed there a few seconds, quietly taking in the image in front of you, until he noticed your stare. He smiled before lifting his face to look at you. "All done?"

"All done," you nodded and walked towards the couple of chairs that were in front of his desk.

You left your purse and the files he had previously asked you for on his table. However, instead of taking a seat, you played your uno reverse card and walked behind him. When his back was to your chest you dug your fingers on his shoulders strategically to help him release the tension you knew he was feeling. He closed his eyes almost right away, finally relaxing after a long exhausting working day.

You had barely seen each other except for when he stopped by your office, not even to grab lunch or a coffee together, but you two preferred it that way to not arose suspicion.

"I've missed you.” You passed your arms around his shoulders and placed a suggestive kiss to his cheek.

"You have?" he murmured a bit distracted, finishing typing a few things on his computer. However, no matter how busy or caught up he was in his work, he could always tell your needs and intentions. He then put the screen down and turned his body around on his swivel chair so that he could face you.

You nodded, and proceeded to sit on his lap, your legs hanging on one side of his waist. You passed an arm around his shoulders, holding yourself to him, and took the chance to play with the curls on his nape.

The palms of his hands rested on your lower back and the outside of your thigh, pulling you to him, and it didn't take you long to kiss him, this time allowing your tongues to take part. The time of the day where you two reunited and shared your company had arrived, and neither of you liked to waste any second on getting as close as possible.

So you didn't.

Your fingers buried in the back of his hair, slowly pulling at it, and when a small moan escaped from his lips you realised you got the desired effect. You moved from his lips to his neck, dragging your mouth down his exposed skin, causing him goosebumps.

"Love...," Harry warned, as you felt him getting hard under you.

"Shh," you replied, kissing him on the mouth again, this time with even more desire.

Your hands soon traveled down his shirt and cautiously rubbed his crotch, causing another moan to scape from his parted lips.

You started unbuttoning his shirt from bottom to top, until he was completely shirtless in front of you, a few of his tattoos showing off for your eyes only.

He gulped, and then grabbed you by your elbow, stopping you. By the way he was looking at you, his eyes sparkling, his cheeks blushed and his mouth slightly opened, you knew he was feeling needy.

"No games, Y/N" he mumbled in a pleading tone, meaning he wanted you to keep going only if you were willing to go all the way till the end. He was in pain, and as much as he liked when you teased him, he physically couldn't get up and leave his office just like that, not after the boner you had caused him.

"I know, baby. I'll take care of it," you assured him, and started leaving kisses on his chest and all the way down to his waist, where you unbuttoned his suit pants. He slightly lifted his hips so that you were able to pull down both his pants and boxers in one go, which ended up at his feet. His pretty thighs were uncovered in front of you and, like every time you had seen them naked, you had the urge to kiss them. They looked so strong but soft at the same time...

"Love, please" Harry begged you, needing you down there as soon as possible.

"I'm going... I'm going, baby. Let me just enjoy your thighs a bit first," you replied, giggling. He silently nodded and closed his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of your lips against his skin rather than his aching erection.

You left small wet kisses all over them, your lips softly touching his skin, while he held his breath with every touch. He liked it a lot whenever you did that, it always turned him on, but his crotch needed you so bad right there and then that he was not being able to enjoy it as much.

Noticing his desperation, you soon replaced your lips with your hands and positioned yourself between his thighs, right before looking at Harry and giving him a quick glance, letting him know you were going in. He nodded, closing his eyes and tensing a bit until he felt your lips around him. You sucked on his sensitive skin while his eyes remained closed, his hands tightly grabbing the armrests to his sides, small moans coming out of his pink lips whenever he was not biting at them. If he continued to do so he would make himself bleed.

He was not very into talking or praising while doing intimate stuff, but his body language made sure to speak on his behalf. You were always able to figure out how he was feeling, if you needed to speed it up or slow it down, just by the way the muscles on his body tensed and his chest and hips raised.

The moment you felt his thighs trembling and his abdomen contracting, you knew he was ready to come. You gave a squeeze to his knee as an indicator for him to release, and soon enough your mouth was filled with his liquid.

"Fuck," he cursed, tilting his head back and fully resting it against the back of his chair. You gulped down the remains of him. An overwhelmed smile slowly made its way to his lips. "Fuck, baby. That mouth really does wonders." You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words of fascination. "Don’t laugh, it’s true. C'mere."

"Don't know if wonders is the word, but this mouth can definitely get you off."

"You wanna know what else it should do right now?" You rose both eyebrows, wanting him to continue. "Kiss me."

You shot him a giddy smile.

You quickly helped him get cleaned up and dressed again, and then he grabbed you by your waist and sat you astraddle on his lap, where he pressed your mouths together as soon as your faces were close to one another.

You stayed there, your arms around his shoulders while his where around your back once again; your face hidden in the crook of his neck as he kissed your hair every now and then, until it got pretty late and it was time for you both to go home.

You started making your way to the exit, leaving his office behind as you walked down the hallway.

"Come sleep at mine?" Harry softly asked you. His strong hand held yours, while the other grabbed his briefcase. You turned to see him. "I wanna be able to hold you all night," he continued, and graciously pulled at your arm to bring you to him so he could mischievously whisper in your ear: "Maybe even return the favour and make you come tonight."

"Mm-hm," you nodded, stupidly smiling against his neck as you accepted the invitation.

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[hsgucci94]

The frat boy’s girl

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: not sure what this is but… hope you enjoy it!! x

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“Bye, Styles,” Y/N said, stopping in front of the bus stop, where their paths would now separate until the next morning, when they would reunite again in class for another day at college.

Harry had been texting all the way until that moment, and as soon as he heard her words he shoved his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and looked up at her. Y/N got momentarily lost in his eyes. As cheesy as it sounded, she couldn’t help it. His green, soft but daring gaze always got her mesmerised and forgetting for a moment where she stood in his life: right in the friend zone.

Harry Styles was this good looking, extrovert guy she ran into the first day of class. After a few lectures shared together, they hit it off and started hanging out either at the library or the caffe. Nowhere too fancy, but those moments were enough for the both of them to get to know each other a bit and for Y/N to realise that she only stood a chance with him if she was one of those sexy, long-legged girls that threw themselves at him at every party he got invited to, which were not few.

“You alright?” Harry asked her, frowning a bit.

“Uh-erm. Yeah, I’m fine,” she quickly replied, breaking out of her daydream. “Anyway, gotta go. Don’t miss me too much,” she added, slightly elbowing him with a sly smile on her face.

He laughed, and passed his hand through his hair, “Isn't that a hard task for you, sweetheart?,” he answered, emphasising the pronoun with an eyebrow raised.

She rolled her ayes as she tried to hide a smile, deep down wishing this playfulness between them was something more than just banter flirting. “Oh, it really got to your head, didn’t it? It was just one time, Styles. And I was drunk.”

“So?,” he walked the step that separated their bodies, his face now closer to hers, “Don’t drunk people always speak the truth?”

“Not me,” she said nonchalantly, pretending to be sincere.

But the gaze he had on her was making her nervous, the usual tingling that appeared on her stomach whenever he was close to her growing by the second. So she walked a step back subconsciously, which caused her back to hit the wall behind her. She was now trapped between the stone wall and his body.

“And what if I do? Miss you? Too much?,” he then asked, leaning in with a suggestive smirk.

“But you won’t,” her voice sounded lower than she expected, kind of showing the disappointment she felt in them, and cleared her throat to pretend that it had been intentional.

“But what if I do?,” he asked again, this time whispering, as if the wind could just take his words away if she didn’t react to them the way he expected her to.

“Don’t mess with me, Styles…”

“I’m not,” he shook his head slightly, still staring at her; his eyes jumping between hers trying to decode them. Months of being friends with her and he still couldn’t read her as well as we wished. “Fuck,” he mumbled, looking away just for a moment before turning his head back in her direction.

He hesitated at first, and then kissed her like her lips were air and he couldn’t breath. His lips fit on hers like they were made for each other, and for the first time since his last relationship Harry felt comfortable playing it safe with someone, and that someone was her.

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The moment she hit send, she puckered her lips together and tried to contain a squeal. That Thursday was definitely one for the books, not only because Y/N had the guy she had been hung on for months kissing her in the middle of the street, but because he kind of seemed to be on the same page as her when it came to them. And that was definitely a reason to celebrate. So when Harry texted her asking her to go to a party with him that same night, she didn’t turn down the invitation like many other times before.

This time she would go, even if it was happening on a school night and she had class early the following morning. This was a special occasion, you could say.

Harry even offered to come pick her up and drive them both there, but Naomi, Y/N’s roommate, was going as well, so they made plans to arrive there together. Besides, she needed a bit more time to process the kiss and how things were between Harry and her at the moment. Yes, they kissed. Yes, they even had a little make-out session in the open. But that was it. After all that kissing, he hugged her in a way he hadn’t before, and then left as she waited for her bus home to arrive, still trying to wrap her head around whatever got into him to act like that towards her all of a sudden.

Was her crush on him mutual? Was it not and she had just now become another girl he had made out with? Those unanswered questions that were making her insecure flew around in her head as Nao drove them to the party, but as soon as she arrived there and spotted him, her mind simply went blank. She usually talked to Nao about how every part of her body paralysed whenever he was around, and how dumb she became whenever he asked her random questions that were not college related, only because he made her hella nervous.

Harry was standing close to the door, a red cup filled with unknown alcohol in hand as he talked to some guys. His usual black t-shirt, black jeans and brown Chelsea boots outfit was now combined with a red and black flannel, making him stand out among all those people. She looked around to see if she could find some else she knew apart from Nao, but of course she could not. The people she usually surrendered herself with were not big party fans, to be fair.

So there she was, in a frat party where she knew no one apart from her roommate, her roommate’s boyfriend Ryan and the guy she was friends with and who she had kissed a few hours before. Great. Simply great. Much to her disgrace, Nao and Ryan had already found each other and were now kissing like no one was watching. So Y/N was left alone, meaning she had to walk up to Harry and see if he wanted to be his guardian angel for the night. At least until her social battery ran out and was ready to go home.

“Hey,” she approached him, trying to sound confident even though she was currently so out of her comfort zone. The moment he heard her voice Harry turned around, the corners of his mouth lifting enough to show a small smile. That gesture was enough to ease Y/N’s anxiety.

“You came!,” he chuckled, “Was not sure if you’d stood me up this time, too.”

“Hey!,” she protested, although he was right to think there was a chance she would do that. After all, that was the first party invitation she accepted from him all year. “I’d rather do quieter plans, that’s all,” she shrugged her shoulder, smiling shyly.

He shook his head, this time smiling from ear to ear, because even though she didn’t enjoy crowds, she was now sharing the night with him. “These are my mates, by the way: Lindsay, Cameron and Jeremiah,” Harry then added, pointing at them as he said their names.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Hey. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” said Cameron.

To finally meet her? Had Harry talked to his friends about her?

Before Y/N could give it a second thought Harry grabbed her hand and guided her to the kitchen. That would have shocked anyone, that he had her hand inside his, but he did it quite often, specially when he had to make her go outside of the building because she’d rather spend her lunch breaks at the library than around campus.

The kitchen was empty enough for them to find a quiet place where he could fix her a drink.

“You’re gonna love it. Trust me," he assured her, grabbing the vodka and mixing it with the juice that had already been added to the cup.

Y/N loving an alcoholic drink? Yeah..., good luck with that, Harry. She was not very fond of drinking anything that wasn’t either water or coke. Zero, of course. She just didn’t enjoy the strong taste or the aftermath of consuming those other beverages.

“So what exactly convinced you to come here this time and not any of the other past ones?," Harry asked her.

“You,” she replied right away. He smiled, his eyes focused on his hands and the drink that was in the making in front of him. He didn’t want it to turn out too strong; just soft but tasty.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your text was pretty convincing, to be honest.”

“Oh. My text did this?,” he looked her up and down to point out her presence.

“Well, your kissing helped, too.”

“That’s more of what I like to hear.”

“Of course you do,” she rolled her eyes, but while doing so she missed his cheeks blushing a bit.

He then turned his body to her, "Here. Try this." He handed her the cup and she took it, hesitantly. When she brought it to her lips and tasted it, she had to confess it was quite good. She could drink a few of those tonight. "Like it?," he rose an eyebrow, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

"Mm-hm," she took a another sip, passing her tongue over the corners of her mouth after. Yeah, it was definitely good.

"Cool. Now that you're settled for the party, let's got back in there," and he grabbed her hand again, his drink on his free one.

He walked ahead of her to make sure she could move through the crowd without feeling trapped or anxious, and soon they were back with Harry's friend, on the same spot. They were pretty nice lads, specially because they made sure she felt included by asking her questions about herself and telling her some of their crazy adventures of their almost-ending freshman year in exchange, which got her laughing out laud and causing Harry to smile while staring at her.

At some point he was feeling so good and so comfortable and happy she actually was there he felt like hugging her even from behind. That gesture had not been meditated; it just happened, and he enjoyed that more than the fact that her back was glued to his chest and he could rest his chin on her head and smell her shampoo without any effort. Him grabbing her hand was one thing, but him passing his arm around her neck as he pulled her to him was a completely different one.

“I’m too comfortable right now it’s scary,” she admitted, only loud enough for him to hear. His friends were arguing about something Jeremiah said; apparently it didn’t happen that way, or at least the rest of them didn’t remember it happening that way.

“Me, too,” Harry replied, and then caressed her ear with his lips, before whispering: “I want to kiss you again.”

His words caused her stomach to flip, but also her blood to momentarily freeze. She was not the type to make out with boys at parties, but she wanted to be his type. So she turned around to face him and tiptoed so that her eyes were almost at the same height as his.

"Hi," she said, shyly.

"Hi," he replied, chuckling a bit. And just when she thought he would close the space between their mouths and kiss her like he did earlier that afternoon, he said: "Wanna go somewhere?" She frowned. "C'mon, I think you'll like it," he added.

"Okay," she nodded.

By the time they were getting out of there, girls she had seen around college were staring at Y/N and their entwined hands as if she was stealing her man, so she looked somewhere else until they were both inside his car.

"Oh, yeah, you were right. I do like McDonald's," she spoke in a half-half-not sarcastic tone, seeing how he was directing the car to a drive-through.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, "Oh, hush. This isn’t our final destination, just a little stop on the way. Plus, what else would be open right now other than Macas?"

He was right. It was past midnight and very few food places were still serving dinner at that time. She was a hamburger over pizza kinda girl, anyway, so it was fine.

"So you wanted to get us out of your frat party to grab McDonald's and come to the beach." Harry had just parked his car in front of the beach, which was solely and beautifully illuminated by the streetlights. Y/N was half-way through her hamburger, while Harry hadn’t started eating his yet, since he was not one to eat and drive at the same time.

"No," he calmly replied. He put a bunch of fries in his mouth and chaw them before saying: "I wanted to spend time with you alone. Without any disturbance."

That and the fact that he knew her well enough to know how little she liked partying. He wouldn’t tell her, but he had truly enjoyed seeing her join his plan and meeting his lads at his frat house. So after a couple of hours he figured it was time she got out of there. He wanted to talk to her, and didn’t believe the party to be the place to do so anyway.

"Wanna go skinny dipping?," she said out of the blue, catching him so off-guard.

"You skinny dip?," he lifted an eyebrow.

"I don't, but I also don't do most of the stuff I did today so why not add skinny dipping to the list?"

"Okay," he nodded, a smile peeking through his lips, "Alright. Let's go."

Harry didn’t even bother finishing his burger. They both got out of the car and started running towards the beach.

It was an early May night, and the summer weather was slowly making its comeback after 180 days of cold and rain. As Y/N ran towards the seashore, Harry following her right behind, she started to undress, leaving her clothing scattered on the sand. She left her panties on, though, and was discretely-not-so-discretely covering her bare chest with one of her arms wile sprinting towards the sea.

The faster she would get in the water, the better, she thought.

Harry figured he would leave his boxers on too, even though that wasn’t the purpose of skinny dipping. But then again, who cared? It was their plan, and therefore they were the ones making the rules. Whatever made her feel comfortable was fine.

When she was just about to get her feet in the water, he came running and grabbed her from behind, lifting her off the ground and earning a squeal from her.

"Harry!," she laughed, as the guy tightened his grip around her stomach, securing her in his arms, "Put me down!"

He chucked, and kept on running in the water until it reached up to his waist. He then stopped and let her touch the wet sand with her two feet.

"Why did you do that for?," she complained, facing him, and trying her best not to laugh or he wouldn’t believe she was pissed.

"You would have backed down once you felt how cold it was!," he laughed, and started tickling her on the sides.

"Stop!," she giggled, "And that's not true! I would have got in regardless." She giggled again, which gave away her little white lie.

"Oh, c'mon! I'm your best friend. I know you by now."

"You are?"

"Yeah. Is there anyone you have spent more time with this year other than me? I don’t think so," Harry chuckled, keeping on tickling her. He was right.

They have been thick as thieves most of the time. She bit the inside of her cheek, and Harry stopped the tickling. "What?", he asked, suddenly concerned he had hurt her.

"Best friends don't kiss."

Oh. He gulped at her words, and closed the little space left between their bodies, "Well..., that's because I want to be upgraded."

Y/N's breath got stuck in her chest. He noticed her sudden reaction, so before he could back down, he cautiously grabbed one of her hands in his and locked their fingers together. Harry then leaned into her slightly, and they sealed with their lips the pact that officially made them boyfriend and girlfriend.

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Haircuts and ripped pants

Word count: 1,2k

Content warning: cheesiness and fluff that is good for the soul <33

A/N: was meant to post this one like ages ago (iykyk) but complete forgot, so now that we’re all missing him on stage every night (🥹) seems like a good time to share it with you all. Hope you like it! x

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“Okay, close your eyes,” Harry spoke on the other side of the slightly open door, where he was waiting for you to cover your face so that he could properly see your reaction once he stood in front of you.

“They’re closed,” you informed him a second later, with the heels of your hands pressed against your eyelids so that he could not accuse you of peeking through your fingers like last time, when he was trying his Venice Film Festival red carpet final outfit on and he didn’t want you to see him until he had added the final touches.

As soon as he heard your words, he took a few step forward and entered his tour dressing room, walking around the small space to the couch where you were sat. He positioned himself opposite to you, kneeling a bit so that his face was at the same height as yours, and you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip in anticipation the moment you noticed his presence so close.

You felt his hands resting on your knees almost right away. He gave them a squeeze as he said: "You can open them now."

Behind that uplifted tone you could still perceive a bit of nervousness; he was unsure if you’d like his new haircut.

Every since Love On Tour started last year, you repeatedly told him how much you liked the way his curls were growing out, making him look more boyish and cuddly. But now that his hair was getting pretty long and the only way to keep it off his eyes and forehead was to put a clip on it, he had made the decision to cut it. Not too much, though, just enough so that his little curls you adored so much weren’t as prominent as before. This way he'd be much more conformable singing and running around the stage without strands of hair constantly bugging him.

When he gave you the green light, you opened your eyes and lifted your face up to find his.

"So? How'd you like it?" He had a nervous smile playing between his lips, looking at you expectantly.

"Did I ever tell you how handsome you are?," you replied instead, ignoring his question.

"Yes, actually," he chuckled at your words, moving his gaze away from yours and tilting his face to the side a bit, hiding the way his cheeks were starting to blush, "You do that at least once a week."

"Good, then I hope you know I won't ever find you any less attractive with a new haircut," you smiled.

"You think I look good, then?"

You cupped his cheeks between your hands and pulled his face to yours, kissing him. "Does that answer your question, Styles?"

"Dunno. Try again?"

You giggled, and pressed your lips together once more, both of you sillily smiling through the kiss.

"Lovebirds, it's time for Mr. Pop Start to get onstage. Sorry!" Jeff knocked on the door and peeked through it a few seconds later. Just like that, you were forced to pull away before things heated up. "Nice haircut, by the way, H."

And he left, leaving the door wide open so that you couldn’t drag it out any longer, as you had tried to do any other day before the show started.

"See? We all like it," you pointed out, smiling at him with an 'obviously' face.

"I don't really care about other's opinions, though. Just yours."

"Keep saying cheesy stuff like that and you'd have to reschedule this show again," you let him know, biting your lower lip afterwards.

"Is that a threat?", he smirked.

"You bet it is," you rose both eyebrows, giving him a open mouthed smile.

"Three minutes to showtime!” Jeff then shouted just around the corner, which made Harry frown his nose in disappointment. He wanted to spend a bit more time with you, maybe even kiss you again while you passed your hands through his freshly cut and styled haircut this time, but his singer duties' were calling.

"Alright, let's go, love," he undid his previous position and stretched his hand out for you to take it. You walked hand in hand down the corridor until you had no other choice but to part ways; you were watching him from the pit, while he needed to get under the stage to make his immaculate entrance.

"Bye, handsome," you turned your face to his one last time, starting to walk backwards.

Before you could remove your hand from his grip, he pulled you to him, pecking your lips in a sweet, tender way. "Later, gorgeous."

The crowd was roaring and chanting for him the moment you walked into the insides of the Kia Forum, unknowingly stopping a few steps away from where Jeff was, until you spotted him waving in your direction for you to approach him so that you two could watch the show together.

Meanwhile, Harry was already inside the trapdoor that'd get him directly onstage, but waited patiently a couple more minutes just so he knew for sure you were already settled and ready to watch him perform. As soon as the first notes to “Daydreaming” started playing, the whole place went crazy, screaming and pointing their cameras to the stage awaiting for Harry to come out from his little hiding place. And he did eventually, starting to sing the lyrics while he danced and jumped, spreading his good energy all around.

As per usual, he had this cheeky mania of approaching you wherever you were in the crowd to sing that one verse after the bridge to you, the one that went exactly like So give me all of your love, give me something to dream about...

"Let’s go L.A.!," he shouted, coming even closer to your side and kneeling in front of you, not knowing such posture would cause his pants to rip instantly. You bursted out laugh at the scene in front of you as you watched him mouth to himself a big "Fuck!" when he felt exactly what had happened, before he walked away as quickly as he could to try to find something to cover himself up.

A pride flag; that would work until he could go backstage and fix his outfit. Even from the other side of the stage he always knew where to spot you, so his eyes found yours the moment he turned around, allowing you to read his face as he tied the piece of fabric around his waist.

It was a mix of fear and embarrassment.

You weren’t sure if he'd be able to read your lips from that distance, but still managed to mouth a: "I thought it was my job to tear them up later tonight?", in an attempt to ease him, but also wanting to mess with him a little bit, hoping he'd take that unexpected turn of events in a more cheerful way.

After all, it hadn’t been his fault.

And it worked; his face lighted up almost instantly. "Oh, you naughty girl. Watch it," he replied, pointing his index finger at you as he laughed and shook his head, his mind already going wild.

How was he supposed to focus now? For the rest of the show he could only have one thing in mind: the time you two would spend under the covers as soon as he got off stage that night.

You were definitely going to give him something to dream about…

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Heartbroken

Summary: Harry doesn’t want his lifestyle to affect Y/N so he only has one card left under his sleeve, and it involves breaking up.

Part 3 of His weakness, a mafia!harry short story.

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“You better not be trying to get rid of me right now,” Y/N joked, but when she didn’t get the response she was looking for out of him, she frowned, moving her hands away from his face and using them to hug her torso instead. As if she could protect herself from whatever was coming next.

His countenance stayed as stern as it was when speaking his last two sentences, and she was starting to think he actually meant them.

“Harry-"

"Tell me you haven't thought about how different your life would be if I wasn’t in it," he cut her off. "Tell me it hasn’t crossed your mind to leave me behind and get away from all this shit, from all my shit," he moved one of his hands up to her cheek and caressed it slowly. "Tell me, baby, I won't get angry at you. I could never. You had a lot of free time to think while recovering, I bet you thought about us, and how I won't get you nowhere good."

She stressed her frown, taking in everything he had just said to her. Why would she have thought about any of that? Wasn’t he listening when she told him a moment ago how grateful she was for everything he had done for her these past weeks?

“Are you breaking up with me?” Her voice cracked, “‘S that why you’ve been so good to me? To soften the blow?”

“No,” he hastened to add, “None of that, sweetheart.” He let out a sigh and and closed his eyes afterwards.

“I don't get it then,” she harshly replied, pissed at him, herself and the goddamned conversation they were having out of nowhere, “One minute you tell me you can't live without me and the next you’re encouraging me to leave you.”

“I don’t want you to leave me. But I don’t want you to stay if you’re not sure either.”

“Sure about what, Harry?” She was exasperated.

“Sure about us, baby,” he spoke in a soft tone still.

“I am sure, are you? Because I get the feeling it’s you who doesn’t want me around anymore.”

“Y/N…”

“No, Harry.” She gulped, inhaling through her nose a few times before getting up from his lap and turning her back to him, too overwhelmed, “I’ll go sleep in the guest room. Good night.” Her voice muffled.

The moment Y/N closed the door behind her, Harry put his hands on his head, pulling at his hair in frustration.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, infuriated with himself for being like that, so dumb and insecure when it came to her.

All his brilliant qualities, those that turned him into a witty and elusive criminal, numbed whenever she was involved.

He would have put up a fight for her to sleep next to him regardless of his stupidity hadn’t he known her well enough to understand she needed some time on her own after he practically doubted the love she had for him.

He knew her feelings were genuine, as sincere as his were for her, but that was the main issue: he was scared. He didn’t know how to move forward from there. He had never before been in a relationship as serious as that one; he had never cared for anyone as much as he did for her, but he knew that no matter how good she was for him, he would only end up burying her up in his misery one way or another. The night Y/N was attacked kept on playing on his mind whenever it got the chance, making him shudder in fear just by thinking how much worse it all could have turned out.

Instead of some pretty bad looking wounds and a couple of broken ribs, it could have been her death body laid on the dark pavement for him to find it the following day.

That illusion alone gave him chills.

Everyone knew the six-feet tall and dark-haired British man didn’t fear anything, except losing her for good. She now had the chance to get away from him and move on, he was leading her the way out of all his bullshit. As much as it would pain Harry to let her go, a part of him wanted her to leave him and don’t look back. The other, however, was just too selfish to let any other man have such a diamond in the rough. Because that was what she had become. His most precious relic.

So he was conflicted with himself wether it was best to keep her or let her go.

Some time later he walked to the bathroom, where he picked up on his previous activity and brushed his teeth. Then he stripped off his clothes and walked to the bed. He tossed the duvet open and slid on his side, sighing heavily when he felt the cold and emptiness of a solitary body surrounding him. The bed that had always been cozy and warm enough for him, now felt harsh and uncomfortable without her body pressed to his.

He switched off the lights of the room and only kept on the lamp on his nightstand, which set the room in a much night-like scene. But even though he was supposed to close his eyes and get some sleep, his mind wouldn’t give him a rest. He could only think about her, about how hurt she felt when he spoke, and only prayed she hadn’t started crying as soon as she left his sight. The simple thought of her tears running down her flushed cheeks broke his heart.

He clenched his jaw, cursing himself.

His eyes wandered around the bedroom, and soon ended up on what had now became her nightstand. That piece of furniture had no special use before she came into his life. Now it was the drawer she used the most. It was where she kept all her valuables, such as her wallet or glasses cases, anything she couldn’t afford to buy a second time until it got broken or unusable. She also liked to keep there her current read and the medication she was taking for her treatment.

Her medication.

As soon as realisation hit him, Harry got up and walked to his bathroom, where he filled a glass of water and went back to the room. He opened the drawer and took out the small plastic container with the remaining pills in it before heading to where she was sleeping.

Even though Y/N liked to roll her eyes at him and tease him about how he never listened to her whenever he forgot some minor details about something she had previously mentioned, he did. He did listen to her. He might not always remember what she said, but he always tried to pay attention. So even if Y/N had told him a couple of hours before that she was feeling much better and didn’t need to take her medication as often, he didn’t want her to wake up in the middle of the night in pain and not have it near.

Being as cautious as possible, he entered the room where she was peacefully resting. Her features were relaxed and her lips slightly parted, and he couldn’t help but smile at such beautiful view.

He crossed the room in silence and left her pills on the nightstand next to her, before turning around to leave. He would have swore he had been absolutely discreet, but his sneaky steps and calculated movements were not enough to ovoid waking her up.

Y/N’s eyes opened and widened as soon as she noticed a big dark shadow moving around in the room. She was way too sleepy to distinguish who it was, so her first instinct was to scream.

Someone had entered the house and was there to hurt her once again.

She quickly got out of the bed, ready to grab the doorknob and run for her life, but two strong arms grabbed her.

“Shh, baby. Shh, it’s me, it’s just me. I’m here, I’m right here,” Harry spoke in a rush, pulling her to his chest. Her screams faded the moment she felt his skin against her, his arms wrapping around her back, securing her. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Y/N’s hands gripped his biceps anxiously, inhaling and exhaling a few times trying to get her breathing back to normal. “Shit,” she mumbled, her heart still beating hard against her chest while it echoed through her ears, “Shit, Harry.”

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said again, soothing her with small strokes on her back.

He pitched his lips in a thin line afterwards, processing what got her so terrified so suddenly. No one, and he meant no one, would get the chance to touch her after that night. He could promise her that, and wouldn’t get tired of assuring her so over and over again. He knew she was still scared of people showing up out of the blue to attack her, but he made her a promise to keep her safe above anything, and he was a man of his word. “I increased surveillance on this house and I have eyes on you at all times. You know that, right?” His words were stern, but his tone warm and calming.

“I know,” she mumbled, closing her eyes shut as if by doing so she could forget the fear she had previously experienced when, for a moment, she really thought they came back to hurt her.

She knew such thoughts were just her mind playing tricks on her because Harry had already got rid of those who assaulted her. She found about it when she mistakenly read one of his text messages a few weeks back. But still, she knew there were tons of bad guys out there ready to get a grip on her just to try get to him.

He was a mafia leader, after all.

It was inevitable.

“Y/N, look at me,” Harry caught her attention a few seconds later. She didn’t break her hold on him nor signalled she had heard him. “I need you to look at me.”

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Hurting

Summary: The one where Y/N gets hurt for being the girl of a mafia leader and Harry makes them pay with their lives.

Content warnings: mention of violence. A part from that, i’d say this one’s pretty clean

Part 1 of His weakness, a mafia!harry short story.

A/N: by no means I’m trying to romanticise this lifestyle, it’s pure fiction x

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By the time Y/N rang Harry’s doorbell, the pain had only increased. Her hand was pressed against her hip, fingers deep in her skin trying to alleviate the stabbing pain that came from it as her face turned into a grimace. One that she hid as soon as her boyfriend opened the front door.

“Thought you’d never come,” Harry greeted her, chuckling, as he moved away from the door to let her into his house. She smiled, walking pass him and towards the couch, ready to let her body fall onto it and rest.

“Yeah, parking in this neighbourhood is always a challenge, you know that. So I’ve spent some good twenty minutes driving around,” she replied, half lying. That one part was true, though: she always found a parking spot a few blocks away from his, but never any nearer by, so she ended up having to go to his house by feet.

That day in particular, however, she managed to park almost immediately, so she should have knocked on his door much sooner, which they made sure she did not. Just when she got out of her car, five hooded guys appeared out of nowhere. She didn’t recognise them, not only because the streets were dark, but also because she had actually never seen them before. She just knew they were there as a threaten; by hurting her they would make sure their message would get to Harry Styles, who not only was her lover, but also the head of the mafia. So that was what those strangers did; they threw her to the sidewalk and kicked her body until she couldn’t move anymore. She tried to defend herself, but they outnumbered her.

Y/N didn’t know how or when, but she had suddenly become a collateral damage of her partner’s businesses.

Harry smiled in her direction and stretched his hand to grab her before she could reach the sofa. Her tattooed arm wrapped around her abdomen, pulling her in for a hug. With her back to him, Y/N instinctively closed her eyes the moment she felt his touch on her aching skin. Her teeth clenched from the pain, but she didn’t say a word.

“Did I do something, woman?,” he chuckled again, and turned her around so that their faces were one in front of the other, “Don’t I get a kiss today?,” he smirked, and grabbed her chin between his fingers, before pressing his lips on hers. His other hand found the hem of her sweater and sneaked under it, resting on her hip. The sole gesture made Y/N hold her breath, her stomach contracting from the pain, and Harry noticed.

He pulled away enough to properly see her face, his hands no longer touching her. “What’s wrong, baby?,” he frowned, and waited for her to answer. She took some time to scan his face, debating wether to tell him or not. She may have taken way too much because Harry grabbed the ends of the fabric and lifted it enough to see her abdomen before she could even realise what he was doing.

His eyes widened, his jaw clenching right after. He immediately knew what had happened. “I’ll fucking kill them,” he hissed, blood boiling in his veins.

Y/N gulped, moving Harry’s hands and pulling the sweater back down. His eyes then moved up to her, and his gaze softened.

“I’m fine, it’s just-,” she quickly replied, trying to play the matter down.

But Harry didn’t let her do so. “Are you in pain? Where does it hurt?” he asked her, “Come here. Lay on the couch.”

She did as told, while Harry went to the bathroom to pick his first-aid kit. When he came back, Y/N could see by the look on his face he was furious. His eyebrows were deeply frown, and his eyes a dark green. He kneeled in front of her, the kit open by his side and ready to be used.

“Harry…, it’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is,” he spat, pulling at his hair in frustration. He then remembered Y/N was not to blame and that his anger shouldn’t be directed to her, and calmed down. “They shouldn’t know about you, Y/N,” he sighed. For the past months he had made sure to keep her a secret, not wanting anyone to touch a single inch of her. But he seemed to have failed such easy task because someone had definitely found about her and used her to hurt him, which they succeeded in. He bended over her cautiously, kissing her lips, “I’m sorry…, I’m sorry, baby, I’ve never wanted to put you in danger.”

“I’m fine…, I just need some rest,” she flashed him a soft smile and he nodded, wanting to believe her words.

“I need to take off your sweater first. I’m gonna treat your wounds and feel your abdomen to make sure everything’s fine, alright?” She nodded, and leaned in enough for Harry to pull the fabric out of her. When she rested her back again on the couch, she couldn’t help but clench her teeth in pain once more. “You’re okay now, sweet girl, I’m gonna take care of you,” he assured her, leaving a tender kiss to her shoulder.

She had scratches all over her hips and stomach, and on her elbows, as well. He passed a piece of gauze over her wounds and disinfected them, watching her tense from the stinging. Then, he cautiously palpated her ribs and abdomen, looking for signs of broken bones or possible haemorrhages.

“Harry,” she groaned uncomfortably.

“I know it hurts, baby. I’m being as careful as possible, I promise.”

“That one spot hurts so bad,” she whined a few seconds later, grabbing his wrist to stop him from touching it more, “I think there’s something broken there.” And it did look like she had a couple of ribs more damaged than expected, which made Harry frown hard, worried.

“I’m gonna dress that spot, okay? I’ll call my friend Sam to come check it out first thing in the morning,” he replied, regretting not being able to do more for her. Taking her to the hospital was not a viable option.

As soon as Harry had wrapped the bandage around her rib cage, he entwined his hand with hers, lifting it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

“That was scary,” she mumbled, the images of what happened coming back to her. She had always felt safe both with or without him near her, but now she feared something bad could happen to her if he wasn’t there to stop it. Harry moved his eyes from her hand to her face, his countenance softening even more after hearing her words.

“It won’t happen again, you’ve got my word.” Because if there was someone he was willing to protect with his life, that was her, his precious girl.

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“Indeed,” Sam concluded, looking at Y/N, “You have two fractured ribs, but nothing that can’t be fixed with rest and some painkillers. Do not lift weight or perform any other activity that could cause you pain or increase your discomfort. You’ll get back to normal within the next two months.”

Sam smiled and she did, too, happy with the prognosis.

"Anything else?" Sam asked, turning to look at Harry.

He shook his head, one of his hands tucked under his armpit, while his free one picked at his bottom lip. He had that same posture throughout Y/N’s entire checkout, a bit uneasy in case his friend would find something disturbing in her body. “No, that was all. Thanks, mate."

Sam nodded and squeezed his shoulder goodbye before heading towards the door. He already knew the way out of that house. Now that he was a recently graduated doctor, Harry counted on him whenever one of his guys were injured or needed a checkout.

The two youngsters knew each other since preschool, the fact that Sam was a doctor was just a bonus.

“See? It’s not a big deal,” Y/N turned to look at Harry, a triumphant smile between her lips. Just like him, she was relieved, too, to know that her pain was temporary. She then patted on the empty spot next to her, asking him with that simple gesture to lay with her on his king-size bed.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he admitted, letting out the sigh he hadn’t realised he had been holding in until then.

He walked to the bed, taking his shoes off. But before climbing in with her, he took his phone out of the front pocket of his sweatpants.

Nothing, no text messages. So he slid it back where it was; not without wrinkling his nose first in disappointment.

As soon as he laid on the bed, Y/N snuggled next to him, making a painful grimace while doing so, “Ah, shit. I need these painkillers to begin to take effect soon.”

Harry chuckled, passing an arm around her shoulders and caressing the side of her head. “Take it easy, baby. Sam said that for it to be good, the recovery must be slow.” She huffed and puffed, so he added: “Sam didn’t say this but I do: patience is key. So please, do not exasperate. It’ll all pass by quicker than you think.”

She clicked her tongue at his words, not so sure about them, “These will be the longest two months of my life.”

“Probably,” Harry admitted, and turned his body to the side enough to be facing her, their faces just inches apart, “But I’ll be here with you and I’ll take care of you, and you won’t have to worry about anything but your recovery, alright?”

She nodded, thanking him with her eyes.

“Good,” he kissed the tip of her nose, “Now get some sleep. You barely rested last night because of the pain, I know you’re exhausted.”

“I am,” she replied, fighting back a yawn.

She clinched harder to him, considering wether to ask the question or not. She was not very sure if the answer would satisfy her, but she let the words out anyway.

“Will you still be here when I wake up?” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but even then he could tell the fear in her voice.

He clenched his jaw, hating to know the previous night’s event were the reason behind it. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m on house arrest with you until further notice,” he joked, trying to erase her worries.

She giggled and kissed his cheek loudly before drifting off to sleep.

Harry stood there, trying his best not to move much to not wake her nor her pain up.

He didn’t know how long he had been holding her against him when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Being as careful as possible, he grabbed it in his hand and clicked on the hidden notification.

When he read the message, he nodded to himself. He felt a weight lifting off his shoulders.

Now he could put his body and mind to rest, too, because no one would dare to hurt his girl and live to tell the tale.

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Overthinking

Summary: The one where Y/N feels like hers and Harry’s relationship is now just sex.

Word count: 700

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“Is sex all you want from me?,” Y/N mumbled, walking out of the bathroom and laying back on Harry’s bedsheets. He was right beside her, as naked as her after the fun they shared, but his attention was somewhere else.

As soon as he heard her words, he looked up from his phone screen and in her direction, frowning. “No. Why are you even asking that?” He didn’t finish typing the message. He turned the device off and put it back on his nightstand, his whole body turning to her.

Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling above her, her hand in her stomach as she bit the inside of her cheek. Truth was, she had been feeling that way for a few weeks now, and she wondered if they had grown apart.

“Hey, Y/N. Look at me,” he softly called her, making her face turn to him, “Where’s all this coming from?”

She shrugged her shoulder, suddenly regretting having even made such question.

Harry and her started off as fuck buddies after being introduced to each other by a mutual friend at a club on a Saturday night. They both had just got out of pretty messy relationships, and having fun with no commitments was exactly what the two of them were looking for at the time. For a few months, their sporadic redez-vous worked really well, until feelings got involved and they started seeing one another as something more than just sexual partners. Ever since then, they had been dating for almost a year, but for the past weeks, the only short moments they had shared had always had to do with sex, as if their initial chemistry had disappeared and the only string that kept Harry glued to her was sexual attraction, just like during their first months together.

“Tell me, baby,” he softly pleaded.

“It’s just that… I barely get to see you because of your job and when I do, the only thing we do is fuck,” she sighed.

She would have thought her mind and chest would be at ease once she let those words out, but they weren’t. If anything, she was feeling even more anxious, scared she might be right and that that was it for her and Harry. She didn’t want them to break up, but maybe he was ready to part ways and hadn’t known how to tell her so until she brought the topic up. Now he had the perfect excuse to.

“I’ve developed the ability to read that gorgeous face of yours pretty well, lovie… I know you’re overthinking right now, and I can assure you it has nothing to do with whatever your mind is telling you,” he replied, taking the hand that was placed over her stomach and locking his fingers with hers afterwards.

“Then what is it?,” her voice unintentionally cracked mid-sentence.

She wasn’t going to start crying right there and then; she was just feeling a bit overwhelmed by her mind and the thought of them ever not being together. Gosh, she was so head over heels for that six-feet-tall, long-dark-curly-haired boy she was able to call hers that she couldn’t even imagine them ever ending things.

“With everything happening with the band, our upcoming hiatus and all that, I guess I forgot to check on you in that sense,” he confessed, while guilt started to take upon him, “Sex with you just feels so good you know I can never resist it,” he chuckled a bit, in an attempt to erase all her possible doubts regarding their relationship, “But I’d no idea you felt this way, and I’m sorry. I’m glad you told me, though.” He sweetly smiled at her, pressing their foreheads together.

“You promise is just that?”

“You’ve got my word, baby,” he nodded, assuring her his words were true, “I’m taking you out for dinner tomorrow, by the way. I’ve heard there’s a new restaurant in town and I want us to try it.”

“You know I’m more than content with us cooking dinner at home,” she confessed, not wanting him to feel obligated to do things he didn’t want to just to keep her happy.

“I know, but I want us to have some fun outdoor, too. As you said, we have already had enough of it here at home.”

She giggled, agreeing with him.

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The CEO - H.S.

Summary: The one where you, 25, confessed your feelings for Harry, your 38 year-old boss, but then he showed up at your doorstep.

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: feel free to leave feedback at the end cuz I’m not really sure about this one to be fair 🫣 x

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You were caught off guard when you opened your front door and found Harry standing on the other side. His eyebrows were frown, and his curls messy as if he had ran his fingers through them uncountable times in the last minute. He was still dressed in his office attire, his suit jacket perched in his arm and the last two buttons of his white shirt undone.

God knows you weren’t expecting to see him any more that night. If fact, you weren’t expecting to see him ever again after your last encounter.

It happened unexpectedly, and you were sure that was karma. Your karma for falling for a man you shouldn’t have.

Harry Styles was the CEO of the enterprise you worked at, and despite having your own degree and a freshly acquired master’s, you happened to be stupid enough to sleep with him not once, but multiple times.

From the very first day you’d made such mistake you two were just supposed to stay friends with benefits. Well, not friends. He was your boss, after all. But just strictly share a sexual relationship, with no strings attached.

Everything turned around when, once again, you were dumb enough to catch feelings for him and actually confess them out loud. You should have known this was not one of those romcoms or cheesy novels you liked to read, because it definitely didn’t have the outcome you expected. He didn’t return the feelings, and if anything he felt awkward and uncomfortable once you worded them out. The air in his bedroom room became so thick so soon after your confession you quickly got up, put on your clothes and left, embarrassed to the core, but kind of relieved to have been courageous enough to express your feelings to him. You saw the chance and took it, and for that you were proud.

When you arrived at your flat that night you texted him, apologising for somehow overstepping his boundaries. He made it seem like everything was fine after that, but when Monday arrived and you ran into him on the corridor, he didn’t even make eye contact with you. He’d usually greet you with a swift move of his head followed by a discreet smirk, but not anymore. If he wasn’t busy on his phone whenever you passed by, he’d pretend he was, and his efforts to ignore you for the following two weeks pissed you off more than his lack of decency. He was 38, for God’s sake! Wasn’t he supposed to be the mature one?

It was safe to say you weren’t expecting him to show up at your front door that night, although you didn’t allow your surprise to let your guard down. Harry had been giving you the cold shoulder for days and now you were going to return the gesture, not because you were immature, but because you had a pride and the right to show indifference, too.

“Why are you here?,” you spoke in an stern tone, body rigid next to the door. You were dressed in your pj’s, and if he had knocked a few minutes later than that you wouldn’t have opened up because it would have been past your bed time, even if it was a Friday night and barely 11 p.m.

Maybe you just shouldn’t have. Maybe allowing him on your front door was another mistake.

You saw his muscles relax as soon as he heard your voice, but his deep frown and strong stare stayed untouched. Harry’s eyes scanned every inch of your countenance, his lips slightly parting when you felt his gaze reaching your soft ones.

“Because you are mine,” he mumbled, too hypnotised by your mouth to look anywhere else.

“What?,” you retorted, confused.

“I said you are mine.” His eyes moved up to yours, and his green pupils brightened just before darkening. He didn’t smell of alcohol, he didn’t even look high, just drunk on something, an emotion even, you just weren’t capable of explaining which one.

You gulped. “No.”

Your gaze stayed on his, challenging.

Then something in you clicked and you finally understood what had brought him there. Such reason only pissed you off more than his unannounced presence, so much you had to verbalise it. “Fuck off, Harry.”

You and him unexpectedly ran into each other at the restaurant you were both having the dinner at that night. His was a business supper, while yours was a date. You hadn’t meant to, but now it looked like it struck a nerve on him. Seeing you with someone else, giggling and flirting with another man had caused something in him to shift, and apparently pushed him straight to your flat that night. Two weeks of texting, calling and even trying to reach him in his office did nothing. But, oh, did it do him seeing you moving on with someone new.

Harry simply shook his head at your previous words, although the gesture was cautious enough for you to peek a small smile between his lips.

“You know I wanted to be yours, but you made me change my mind,” you mumbled, frustration palpable in your voice.

“I needed time to wrap my head around it.”

You let out a dry laugh, “Yeah? And ignoring me at work has given you that?” It wasn’t the fact that he didn’t return your feelings back then, he was allowed not to, but he needn’t to be a prick about it afterwards. His lack of tact after your unasked love confession made you feel like you’d been nothing but a toy to him. A disposable someone.

“I told you at the very beginning I don’t do relationships.”

“And I accepted that, the same way I accepted you don’t like me back. So now if you excuse me, I’d like to go to bed. Good night,” you went on to close the door and leave him in the dark on the other side, but he was quick to slide his foot between the wooden piece of furniture and the doorframe. You followed his now trapped shoe with your eyes all the way up until they reached his face, where your eyes locked.

“I’m not here to fuck it up again,” Harry spoke in a low voice, almost pleading when he added: “Let me in.”

No. You wouldn’t do that. You’d grant him more of your time, but not a chance of him getting closer to you. Not anymore. Last time he did, it didn’t end good for you, and you’d learnt your lesson. You were a quick learner, after all, or so he liked to praise you for.

“I’ve got two minutes. Whatever you’ve got to say, better be quick,” and you leaned your body in slightly forward to show him there was no trespassing that night.

He responded with a firm nod of his head, taking a deep breath afterwards while he passed a hand through his curls and messed them up a bit more.

“Listen. It’s not that I don’t like you back. I don’t want to like you back, which is a completely different thing. Already divorced once, Y/N, relationships aren’t exactly my thing.”

“I asked for us to date, not for your hand in marriage.”

Harry chuckled slightly at your answer, but your tone hadn’t been sarcastic or meant to be funny, more like irritated. It pissed you off the way he was so quick to push you away after that confession of yours.

"I know, baby. I know." The way the pet name rolled out of his tongue had your stomach flipping over, and for that you wanted to punch the air. How was it possible for you to want nothing to do with him anymore, but get your heart racing as soon as he called you baby? "But I'm not planning on getting to know you better just for us to break after a couple of months. If I'm gonna do this, I need to be sure it'll be for as long as possible."

No more divorces, no more nasty breakups. He was so fed up with feeling so emotionally dragged and used, and would only risk it if he knew you weren’t planning on leaving him any time soon.

"I freaked out and became adamant about what we could be. And for that... you can't blame me," he continued, cautiously mumbling the last sentence. You knew what he was referring to, you just wished he would have come to you to talk sooner. You had no intention of breaking his heart. "I'm a fucking mess, but I'm also a narcissist, arrogant, son of a bitch and when I saw you at the restaurant with that guy... Fuck, did I make up my mind fast," he growled, the muscles on his jaw tightening afterwards.

"Was kinda hoping for that... Kinda wanted you to hurt a bit seeing me with him. Wanted you to care at least enough for that," you spoke in a low voice, feeling a bit embarrassed now that you were admitting it to him.

"It worked," the side of his mouth lifted in a bittersweet smile, "For once I wanna make it right, Y/N. I..." he let out a puff of air, "I want to see where this takes us."

You quietly nodded. The anger, frustration and confusion you had felt earlier was no longer there. His words and confessions had softened your heart, and now you couldn’t help but feel the warmth and safety and tenderness you always felt inside you whenever he was around. And you wanted those emotions to stay there forever, so you stretched your arm and curled your fingers inside one of his empty pant clips, closing the step that kept you apart and pulling him to you, chest to chest. When you had him where you wanted, you wasted no time and lifted your chin up until your lips locked. Your mouths glued to each other's like magnets pulled by a higher force you were both very aware of since the very first time you slept together.

Something felt different back then.

Everything felt different back then, and you finally understood why with that kiss.

The longing feeling of his lips on yours was not enough, however. You needed more. Needed more warmth, more safety. You needed to know he was fully yours. So you parted your lips as your wandering hands made their way up to his curls, caressing his hips, arms and shoulders until they buried themselves inside his dark chocolate hair. Harry was quickly to follow your command, his tongue entering your mouth and playing with your own with so much fervour you could have melt right there and then. His arms wrapped around your lower back, grip tight to make you understand he was not letting go.

Your tongues fought; your tongues spoke and exchanged all the unspoken confessions and feelings that consumed you inside. All the time apart finally coming to an end with that declaration of intent.

"Fuck, baby-," he groaned after your lips unattached, his voice raspy and doing unholy things to you already, "Eager, aren’t you?"

You smiled, hypnotised by his green eyes, his shy dimples and slick smirk. Drunk on him after only that one taste. "You’re to blame, sir."

"Good," he replied, shaking his head a bit. The hand that wasn't holding his suit jacket behind your back moved up to your jaw and he passed his thumb over your slightly swollen lower lip, his eyes following its every move. "Good, this is the kind of stuff I wanna be guilty of."

With his hands still on place and his eyes on your face, Harry walked inside your flat, taking you with him as you blindly walked backwards. He closed the door with his foot, and soon enough the back of your knees reached your dinning room table. You gasped the moment you staggered back a bit, but his hold on you only became tighter, steadying you against his chest as a reflex reaction.

"I've got you."

"Thanks," you mumbled against his shirt.

He smiled with dimples and all, before helping you sit on the table. Your legs were parted –well, he parted them, only so that he could stand between them and have better access to you. Harry's hands came to lay on your knees, caressing your thighs with soft, innocent strokes, and he kissed your nose seconds before he rested his forehead against yours and sighed.

Happily sighed. Like a kid after stuffing themself with their favourite candy, like anyone would do after a good day. Because today was a good day. Everything turned out okay, and for that he was content.

"I can't wait for Monday to grab lunch with you at midday, and for you to come pay me a visit to my office whenever Mike's giving you a headache with all the legal stuff. To actually stop in the hallway and properly greet you every time we run into each other, and to walk in and out of the building with you in hand under everyone's curios stare," he confessed.

That all sounded so dreamy, and his words so convincing for a moment you really pictured yourself spending your breaks with him, and actually walking around the building confidently knowing the man behind the big desk was the one you were driving home with. But the bubble pooped up the moment you remembered you were no longer a Styles Enterprise employee. No longer part of the legal department, and no longer a part of the big team that kept the business going. You got yourself a way out.

"I signed my resignation this afternoon, Harry," you spoke softly, watching attentively as the words sucked in and reacted to them. His face went from relaxed and hopeful to confused. He pulled away from you, his face scanning yours in search for an indication that told him you were joking.

"Why?"

"I thought we..., what happened, was a sign to move onto something else. A new workplace, a different workplace." One where he wasn’t around.

"No," he shook his head, gaze fully on you to make the imperative final, "You’re not leaving the company. I want you next to me at all times, and if I can’t always get that at least I want you around as much as posible.”

"Is that my boss or my boyfriend speaking?," you rose your eyebrows.

"Your boyfriend," he replied, savouring the taste that word left in his mouth when spoken out loud, "But if it isn’t convincing enough, take it as an order from your superior."

You rolled your eyes at that, fighting a smile.

Harry was quick to pinch your waist, "No eye-rolling outside the bedroom, Mss."

"Sorry," you giggled, and he smirked.

"That's better."

He leaned in to kiss your lips one more time. Although your mouth was no longer enough, so he moved to your neck, where he started leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses right under your jaw that gave you goosebumps. By now you were sure he knew the multiple effects he had on you, which you were convinced he always used for his advantage.

You buried one of your hands in his curls to make sure he kept his mouth glued to your skin and he smiled against it, loving how needy you became for him. Your free hand grabbed the table, keeping you as steady as possible as Harry's hands moved past your thighs and into the inside of your pj's. As soon as his fingers grasped the hem of your panties, you held your breath.

Two weeks. It had only been two weeks since he last touched you, but it now felt like an eternity. And luckily for you the agonising break was coming to an end. It had been an eternity because just a few minutes ago you would have swore you would never get to have him again, so touchy, and ready to give it all to you and more. So desperate to run his lips all over your body and use his hands to get to those spots that were beyond his reach.

But while your body was having the time of its life, your mind was actually having a hard time switching off. It was like a gear that never ran out of oil. And as per usual, you couldn’t stop thinking about work. More specifically about what you two being together would mean inside the office, the impression it’d make.

You had to speak up your mind if you really wanted to come undone that night, otherwise your thoughts would block your pleasure and, truly, that was the las thing you wanted.

"Harry...," his name coming off like a whisper, "What about... I don't want this to be a problem, though. I don't want people to use it as-"

"It won't," he interrupted you and lifted his face from your neck to press a soft kiss against your mouth, his hands now paralyzed in place. He already knew where your words were heading to, where you mind was diving into. You wanted no special treatment from anyone for being the CEO’s girl. "Because from now on I'm not interfering in your work. I'll have no saying in it. Mike will be your new and ultimate boss, alright?" You nodded, finding comfort in his words. They put your mind at ease.

Michael, aka his right hand and your Head of Department, had in that instant become the man you'd go to when things were not looking good in paper. It was no longer Harry. You didn't like that as much, not being able to go for his advice specially when work was looking messy, but it was the fair move to make. The last thing you wanted was for your colleagues to believe you were there for the money and status inside the enterprise. That you made it that far in the department because of your nice pair of tits and your ability to suck it off.

Many would still think so, nonetheless, but hopefully not all.

"We're leaving work out of this equation. I won't have it be an issue in our relationship." Harry continued, this time sweetly caressing your hips under the top of your pj's –a large old t-shirt, while he looked at you, reassuring you with his eyes what his mouth was stating. His touch was far for sensual, and you loved how quickly he could go from horny to caring, and viceversa. "So do we have ourselves a deal? You'll stay?," he asked, catching your attention by tilting his head in your direction and breaking into your line of vision, now a bit desperate to get the confirmation he was looking for. He wished nothing but to still have you on board with him and the rest of his team. In your short time working at Styles Enterprise you had become a very valuable asset. "I'll go to the office first thing tomorrow morning just to burn that piece of paper you signed."

You smiled faintly at him, before stretching your hand out and keeping it between your bodies. He didn't hesitate and shook it. "Deal," you agreed.

"Good," he nodded, a smile making its way to his face, "And don't think that just because I was fucking you on top of my desk during your breaks I didn't notice how hard you've been working this past two years, baby."

"Yeah?," you tried to not sound surprised, unaware that all this time he had kept such a close eye to your work, as well.

"Mm-hm. That's how I first noticed you," he slowly resumed the work with his hands, one lowering to get inside your parties and caress the skin just under your stomach, while the other moved up to cup one of your breasts in it, massaging the tender and sensitive skin as he pinched your nipple with his index finger and thumb, causing your breath to momentarily get stuck in you throat, "Always working late on the other end of the floor. It made me curious as to know whose sleep schedule I was ruining with overwork."

"Oh, don't flatter yourself like that, Styles,” you wanted to sound confident, a special hard task when Harry had lowered the hand inside your panties and was about to reach dangerous territory, “You didn't ruin my sleep, Law school did."

He chuckled both at your answer and hopeless status, "Can't I at least take a bit of credit for that? Or you stayed fucking till 3 a.m. at college, too?

"Specially at college,” you emphasised, humor in your voice.

"Fucking hell," he cursed to himself, throwing his head backwards, "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"Yup," you grinned. Regardless, exes belonged in the past, and you two were in the present, right where you needed to be. There was no need to open the Pandora's box, so you redirected the conversation. "Wait, but what was that first thing you said earlier at my doorstep? That I'm... whose?"

He smirked, "Mine. You're mine. Understood?"

"Positive. Does that make you mine, as well?"

He crushed his mouth to yours,

"It's the only way this deal works, baby."

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He’s in love - Coachella N2

A/N: a little cute something I wrote a while ago and wanted to share here with you. hope you like it! <3

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"That was...," Harry couldn't finish the sentence, still catching his breath after almost two hours of singing, dancing and running around the stage, enjoying the crowd and that special moment, "That was bloody amazing!!"

You laughed, and squealed a bit when he grabbed you by your waist and lifted you off the ground. He started kissing your face, leaving kisses all over it, making you giggle. "You were phenomenal, Haz," and you meant it.

You spent all show hidden in the crowd, morphing with the fans and having a really good time, not only because of the music and the vibe that took over his performance every time, but because it was obvious he was having the time of his life up there onstage. Coachella weekend two went exactly how he dreamt it'd go, and his beaming face was proof of it.

"I fucking love you, you know that, right?" he bursted out, and you nodded.

He always made sure to find a way of letting you know so, wether it was with words, gestures or small things he gifted you every now and then.

"Good, because I do, Y/N. I am so very happy to be doing life by your side, and getting to have you with me during moments like this.., and l'm aware I'm getting all soppy over here but..." his eyes were starting to get watery, his voice cracked. His emotions were taking over, so you harden your grip around his shoulders, hugging him tighter. "Thank you for always being there in the crowd no matter how many times you’ve seen me perform the same, repetitive songs; and for being my number one fan, along with my mum," he giggled after that one line, since it was the only topic you and Anne always argued about: who was his biggest supporter, "And for always leaving the crowd a couple of minutes before the show ends so that you're backstage the moment I get there. Don't think I don't notice...," now you were the one giggling, tears in your eyes as well, "I love knowing that you're always on the other side, waiting for me. It's comforting, and I can only hope I make you as happy as you make me, darling."

When he finished talking, he took a deep breath to prevent his tears from falling.

You rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed. "I love you, I love you, I love you," you murmured.

Even with your eyes closed, you could feel him smiling. Your heart was full whenever you were with him, not matter where, not matter what.

He then put you back on the ground, his arm around your shoulders as he stretched everybody's hands while they congratulated him for an spectacular show. When he was done, you went back to your hotel room, where you cuddled until you both fell asleep.

You had found your person, and he was laid right next to you.

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His weakness

Prologue

"I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl,” Wyatt, his right hand, admitted, pouring himself a glass of scotch and sitting on the armchair opposite to him.

"I didn't either," Harry simply replied, looking at a fixed point.

Wyatt chuckled, "Well, I only hope she won't interfere with our business, or she'll eventually regret messing with the mafia."

Harry gave him a death stare, and that was enough to keep his partner silent. "She won't," he stated, now playing with the rings on his fingers, "I would have never guessed she was the type to stay with someone like me, but she is."

"Does that mean you'll take her with you when the times comes?"

"It means I'll do anything to protect her. And I can't do that from prison."

He was doing business with the devil while running from the FBI. And while it was not the ideal lifestyle, it was his, and you were willing to go through it all for him.

Some said you had been brainwashed, others that you had gone crazy, but little did they know that you just happened to have fallen in love with a criminal.

His weakness, a mafia!harry short story.

Read the published parts here:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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