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Hot Noodles

Y/N takes out her extremely hot container of noodles out of the microwave and hurries over to the break room table. Her body collides with another and the cup of noodles goes flying, landing on Marcus’ feet. “Nice one, Harry. Could you watch where you’re going and not bump into people for once?” Y/N rolls her eyes at him and brings her attention to Harry, who unfortunately has a stray noodle dangling from his glasses.

“I’m so sorry, are you alright? Like did I burn you?” He shakes his head and sheepishly grins. “You sure you’re alright?” She stands and reaches for some paper towels.

He brushes off the noodles and he even laughs at the one hanging from the frames of his glasses. “Yeah, I keep spare shirts in my car. When you’re clumsy like me, you have to be prepared.” He helps her clean up the mess and even offers to get her more noodles. He was sweet.

She always found Harry cute, she never understood why the other women in the office or labs didn’t think so. He was so smart and witty. He even knew how to laugh at himself. He had big dimples and nice hands and, “Harry, do you have a tattoo?” She has no idea why she never noticed before. He had this habit of spinning his mug around while he read, she had watched him so many times and never noticed.

He looks down at his hand and unbuttons the wrist of his sleeve, rolling it upwards. “I have a lot actually. The hand one is a bit hard to hide.” He looks back at Y/N and sees that she’s either confused or maybe even intrigued. “Not a lot of people know that I have them, work attire and all that keeps them covered.”

She blinks and looks back at his face, still not understanding the things the woman in the place say about him. “I would’ve never have guessed.”

He pushes the glasses up the bridge of his nose, “Guessed I had tattoos?” She nods and he smirks at her, “I bet a lot of people here wouldn’t either.” She stares at him for a few moments and he clicks his tongue, “Well, I’m gonna go get that shirt. Um, I’m sorry about your noodles.”

As Harry leaves, Lilly walks in and takes a glance and his wet shirt. “What happened? Did Harry spill his food again.”

Y/N rolls her eyes for the second time, “No, I accidentally ran into him with my lunch.” She opens a yogurt and sits at the table with Lilly. She doesn’t know why but the thought of Harry covered in tattoos makes her smile.

“Do you have the hots for Harry?” She refuses to answer and Lilly laughs, “Oh my god, do you?” Y/N just looks at her and eats her yogurt. “Y/N, he’s not exactly dating material.”

She snorts and gives her a glare, “Why not? Why do people think he’s like this, this weirdo?”

Her gossip loving coworker scoots her chair closer and begins to whisper. “Do you not know about his little run in with Maya?” She shakes her head ‘no’ and Lilly continues, “Well, she knew Harry in college and said that his sister would always bring him to parties. You know, to like, get him to go out and stuff. She saw him at a party one night and one thing leads to another and they ended up in one of the rooms.” Y/N suddenly is no longer interested in the story but there’s no stopping Lilly when she gets started, “She said that Harry had no idea what he was doing so she grabbed his hand and put it down her pants. He apparently didn’t have a clue what was what and she ended up leaving him in the room all hard and stuff.” Lilly takes a sip of her coffee as if the story was the usual business conversation.

Y/N licks the spoon and furrows her brows, “So, the people in this office are forming their opinion because of a party hook up gone bad?” Lilly shrugs and adds more sugar to her drink.

“I guess but I mean, his clumsiness and constant talk about chemical evaporation don’t help.” She leaves Y/N alone at the table and waves a quick bye so she can hurry back to her files, or talk someone else’s ear off.

For the rest of the work day, she can’t stop herself from thinking about Harry and his tattoos. Does he have more? Does he still not know what’s what down there? Who cares? She can teach him, she could show him so many – “Hey, Y/N.” She jumps from her thoughts and almost knocks her cup of pencils over, “Oh, sorry.” Harry’s face is his classic look of guilt and it makes her sad. He’s always so nice and no one ever really talks to him.

“Um, it’s fine. Is- is there something you need?” He leans against the door frame and flips through a notebook and lands on his desired page.

“I was told that you could help me look up these files. They don’t authorize us to access to the journals anymore.” She knows if he did, he would stay up all night, reading and soaking up all the knowledge he could.

She smiles and holds her hand out for the notebook, “Do you need them right away or do you want me to give them to you at other time? It could take a bit depending when they’re from.”

He straightens his posture and fiddles with his watch, “I don’t want to make you rush. I just need them by Next Wednesday.”

“I’ll have them on Monday.” They both smile and He thanks her awkwardly lingering before he leaves.

Later that evening Y/N joins a few friends for a much needed night out. Her hair is down and her legs are bare. She feels good and you know what, she’s lookin’ pretty good too. “You know that the bartender hasn’t stopped looking at you ever since we got here?”

She looks at her friend, Niall, and back at the bar, trying to spot him. “Well, I can’t see him. Maybe he’s looking at you and thought the tip you left him was you bein’ a flirt.” Niall rolls his eyes and takes a gulp of his beer.

“If I was into guys, I don’t think he’d be my type. I’m not a fan of tattoos, you know?” Y/N’s almost chokes on her drink and Niall laughs at her, “Too much at once, love?”

She takes another look at the bar but can only see the top of the bartender’s head, “Does the bartender have glasses?” He shakes his head as he eyes a girl who walks by. He turns back to Y/N and she waves him off, “Go ahead you animal.” She plays with her straw and keeps her eye on the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. There’s no way it could be Harry, why on earth would it be? Millions of people have tattoos and Harry, in a place like this? No way. She takes another sip of her drink but is greeted by that annoying slurping sound.

For some reason, she argues with herself to walk over to the bar. ‘This is so silly’, she thinks to herself. She moves through the crowd and finds herself and empty stool. She messes around her clutch for cash and gets ready to order another drink. The elusive bartender’s back is turned to her but she can see a few tattoos on the back of his arm, a skull, two hands shaking and some words but she can’t make out what they say.

She looks back over to the tables and tries to see if she can spot Niall, she’s sure he’s off at that girl’s apartment by now. When she turns back, she sees that the bartender is walking towards her but his head is down, fiddling with a hand towel. When he looks up, her heart flutters and she’s certain she might as well have been drooling. “Hi.” It really was Harry but he just doesn’t look like harry. He’s not wearing glasses, he’s not wearing a button up, his hair isn’t even fixed like it usually is. He’s wearing a white T-shirt, thin enough to see that he really is covered in tattoos and these tight as hell black jeans. When she doesn’t respond he coughs and asks, “Do you want another?”

Her cheeks flush and she looks back to his face. “Um, yeah. The same, please.” He grabs a new glass and eyes the crowd.

“Just the one drink, then?” Y/N tilts her head, confused as to why she needs a third drink when she hasn’t even finished making her second. “For the guy you’re with.”

“Oh, no. He’s just one of my friends I came out with tonight.” Harry tries to suppress a smile as he mixes her drink. “So, I have to ask. Why is Harry Styles, the cute clumsy chemist, working at a bar?”

Her question takes him by surprise, he’s not often complimented. He hands her the fruity drink and leans forward on the bar, looking all over her face but her eyes. “My sister and her husband own it and the tips don’t hurt.” She notices that he seems nervous and he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s blushing.

“Harry, do you ever ask out the people you see here?” He shakes his head no and begins to pick at the thread of the towel and she tries her hardest to make him more comfortable. “Can I ask you a question? You can say no, I won’t be offended but, um, do you wanna come home with me?”

His eyes finally find hers and he almost drops the towel. He looks down the bar and sees that the others have the rest of the customers handled. “I-I’m off at midnight.”

She smiles and is a lot more excited than she meant to be, “Is that a yes?” Harry nods and smiles at her. That smile is enough to kill her.

Once Harry is free, he calls them a cab and argues with Y/N that he’s paying for it. When they arrive at her house, he rubs his eyes and sniffles, “You have so many flowers.” She pulls out her key and also a handkerchief. She hands him the embroidered cloth and smiles. “You’re the only woman under 60 I’ve ever seen with a hanky.”

“I’m just always prepared. Pippy get down!” Y/N pats a little fluffy dogs head and Harry immediately picks her up, letting her lick his face.

“So, your names Pippy, eh? You’re cute and tiny. Like a little walking pillow, yes.” Y/N laughs at him and he’s brought back to reality. “Oh, sorry. I can’t have pets at my apartment.” He lets Pippy scamper off and stands awkwardly by the front door.

“Um, let’s just sit. There’s good stuff on HBO this month if you wanna watch something.” Harry follows her to the couch and she kicks off her shoes, making herself more comfortable. She smiles at him and scoots closer, grabbing his arm and resting a hand on it. “I didn’t know you had this many tattoos.”

He grins and shows his dimples, “I like people not knowing something about me.”

Y/N whispers to herself, “You’re so cute.”

“What?” He touches the bridge of his nose, undoubtedly a habit he has from wearing his glasses.

Crap. “Oh, I said you were cute but I didn’t mean for you to hear it.”

“I think you’re cute but I want you to hear it.”

Y/N sighs and nods her head, “Alright.” She swings her leg over his lap and puts her hands on his shoulders. “I have to kiss you or you might say something great and I’ll die or something.”

He doesn’t hesitate to respond, “Okay.” He surprises her with a very passionate kiss. His tongue slips between her lips and her body almost goes limp. His lips are so soft and she can taste a hint of alcohol. She has no idea how long they were kissing but she can feel him harden under her, which turns her on even more. Her hand grips the front of his shirt, pulling the neck down some and reveals a bird.

“Can I take off your shirt?” He whispers a yes and raises his arms. When the shirt is removed she’s welcomed with a butterfly just as beautiful as he is. Her fingers trace the wings and she kisses each one of the birds on his collar bones. “When did you get them done?”

“I started getting them right at 18. The birds were some of the firsts. This is the newest one,” He points to his right forearm and she examines it like a piece of art. “You like them?” He makes his first bold move and plays with the hem of her dress that’s bunched on over her thighs. He knows that if he were to bring a hand around her back, that her bottom would be fully exposed.

She smiles and cutely lifts his left arm, looking at the ones hidden under his bicep, she giggles when she notices more on his rib cage, running her finger along those as well. He shifts a little and bites his lip, “How on earth did you get these if you’re ticklish?”

His hands rests around her hips now, so comfortable in their conversation that neither of them even notice at first, “I don’t know. It’s a weird feeling, it hurts but kind of feels good.” She didn’t expect that kind of answer but is definitely pleased with it. “Do you want any?”

Y/N laughs and pokes at his dimple, “I already have one.”

“Oh, you do? Where?” He suddenly moves her arms up, and almost pulls her dress up out of excitement but he stops himself. He doesn’t want her to think he’s just interested in seeing her body.

“Just do whatever you feel like, ok?” Harry swallows and nods. His heart begins to beat fast and he slowly pulls the dress over her head. The way her hair falls back and the softness of her skin is almost enough for him to burst out of his shorts. Her bra is gray and her underwear is a pale pink. His hands gently graze her hips, then her waist. “Move your left hand up about two inches.” He obliges and looks at her when she says nothing else. “Congratulations, young man! Move your hand to find your prize!” He wishes that everyone was a little bit like her. She’s sweet and goofy, and certainly doesn’t judge people by what others say. Harry moves his hand and cranes his neck to see her tattoo.

He brushes his thumb on her inked skin, “A light bulb?” His touch gives her visible goosebumps and he hopes taking the dress off didn’t make her cold, he hopes that it’s all him. “Can I know why?”

She moves further up his lap and rests her hand on the back of his neck, making his cheek involuntarily lean against her arm. “When I was a little girl, my dad bought me one of those kits where you could turn on a light bulb with a potato. Seeing that light go off, made the little light in my head go off, I guess.” Harry watches her face and just like that he feels something bubble up inside him. “After that, I couldn’t stop taking things about and my parents go so mad at me. On my 15th birthday, they let me build my own computer. And that’s that, really, a little light bulb made me obsessed with computers.”

He polity waits until she’s finished to kiss her arm, “Please, kiss me.” Y/N grasps the sides of his face and she kisses him softly. His hands roam her back and linger over the fabric of her bra. He wasn’t exactly experienced but he knows that there’s supposed to be a clasp there.

Her hands get lost in hair while she moves away from his mouth and leaves kisses on his neck. He can’t seem to open his eyes and becomes painfully aware of how hard he is. “The clasp is in the front.”

Harry brings his hands to her front, grazing her breasts along the way to the clasp, He feels the warm skin spring free against his hands and everything becomes fuzzy. Harry has this beautiful girl on top of him and she wants him just as much as he wants her. She then sits up straight, giving him a full view of her topless self. She grabs his hands and places them where his eyes are glued. The moment he feels her hard nipples on his palms, his dick jumps underneath her. “M’sorry.” Her hands make a squeezing motion atop of his, letting him know that he’s free to explore.

“You don’t have to be sorry for how your body responds.” Her hands slide down to his wrists, his arms, then fall to his stomach to give her leverage to rock her hips. He lets out a small moan and she does it again. “The point of it all is to make each other feel good, don’t hold back.”

Harrys hand fall and come around her backside, pulling her harder against him and allowing her chest to fall in front of his face. He kisses her nipple and before sucking it into his mouth, he whispers, “I won’t.” His sucking is gentle but wet. The tight grip he has he her ass makes both of them wish they were naked. He’s never been so forward but her body, and just everything about her as more intriguing than anyone else’s. He wanted to please her, he wanted her to feel so good and he wasn’t nervous if he wasn’t very good. She would show him; she would show him how she wanted it. His mouth leaves her chest but her hands never leave his hair, “Where’s your room?” If it were possible, her heart would beat even faster. His arms hook her thighs and he gets up from the couch, carrying her down a hall. “Which is it?”

She answers him through kisses, “The last one on the right.” He arrives in her bedroom, smiling as he lays her on the bed. He settles on her side and his finger runs up and down between her breasts. “I have two questions.” His palm rests flat against her tummy, waiting for her question. “One, how come you don’t wear your glasses at the bar?”

Harry shrugs and taps his fingers against her skin, “it’s easier to make the drink when you don’t have glasses to clean. What’s the other?”

Y/N leans up on her elbows, looking much more serious than before, “Is that thing about Maya true?” She feels like an ass for asking the question but is taken by surprise when his body moves on top of hers.

“In a sense.” He moves a stray hair away from her eyes and kisses her cheek, “That night was the first time I ever drank, and the first time a girl ever gave me attention other than helping her study. I was buzzed and what Maya left out about the story was that she had gotten her period and I didn’t know what to say to her. So she left me there and told everyone I didn’t know what I was doing.” His hand travels down her belly and into her underwear to dip a finger into her wet folds. “Let’s find out if I do,” he nuzzles her ear and groans, “Please, how do you like it?”

Her mouth is suddenly very dry and she feels like she’s floating. Not once has a man asked her that and she’s not sure if she knows how to answer it. “Just move slowly. I like it up and down.” He watches her as his middle finger rubs her. Her lips are parted and her eyes are closed, her skin is flushed as well.

“Y/N, I think you’re beautiful.” His sweet whisper is just as good as the workings of his finger. “I think you’re one of the most beautiful creations that I’ve ever had the pleasure of studying.” Something about that makes her body tingle.

“God, Harry. I have a-another question.” He only nods and she takes a moment to continue. “How far have you gotten with a girl?” His kisses halt but his finger continues.

“I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re asking.” She wouldn’t believe him if he said he was.

Now it’s her turn to avoid eye contact, “Then how longs it been?”

“More than I care to say.”

“Was it the one time?” He fails to answer and she turns her head to meet his, “I’m sorry if I’m embarrassing you. I just, I like you and I’m curious. Why isn’t happening to you all the time? You’re so smart. You’re sweet and so gorgeous that I could just fucking explode right now. I don’t understand how people don’t want to get in your bed every night.”

“I don’t mind it. It got me a close to you. It let me know you more, let me see that you’re even more beautiful than I thought.” He shows off his dimples again.

“Jesus Christ, people are idiots.” He removes his hand from her underwear and kisses her, very passionately at that. He ends up between her legs and enjoys the feeling of her thighs against his waist. The slightest bit of pressure on his cock causes him to wince and Y/N takes notice. “Do you need to take your pants off? I mean, they’re insanely tight, you can’t be comfortable.” He takes a deep breath and stands, wiggling out of his jeans. When he climbs back on the bed, he springs free and she literally throbs. “Are you for real?”

Harry looks around the room and back to her, “What?”

She whispers like she shouldn’t even say it out loud, “You have a big dick.”

He whispers back, “Thanks. I was born with it.” She narrows her eyes at him and he smiles at her. “Why are we whispering?” She only shrugs. He continues his whispering tone and moves close to her, “I want to touch you again.” His fingertips rest at the top of her underwear and he can see her skin pebble, “I want to see what you taste like.”

Y/N lets out something close to a whimper and sighs, “Oh my god.”

“Is that a ‘yes’ oh my god or a ‘no thanks’ oh my god?” his fingers still linger above the hem of the thin fabric and it’s enough to make her scream.

She exhales and can’t help but feel a bit faint, “Its oh my god, yes.” She can’t get it through her mind that Harry was this, this polite brilliant man who is somehow not good with ladies, but he is good with ladies because he’s making her feel like she’s all he wanted and he opened her up on Christmas morning. It doesn’t make sense.

Harry clears his throat and slides down to her stomach, pausing just below her belly button. He positions himself between her legs and stops once again, “Should I, uh, take these off or just move them to the side?”

“Whatever you want.” He hooks his fingers into the band and tugs them off. He finally gets a full few of her. She’s wet and he can tell that she’s swollen. He’s only attempted to do this one other time but it didn’t work out. She got cold feet cause her roommate would be home soon and ‘I don’t want you to know we do things.’ He figures that Y/N has had someone do this for her, why wouldn’t they, look at her.

He bumps his nose against her clit by accident but he doesn’t apologize because the way she just gripped the blanket lets him know it was good. He’s too nervous to use his actual tongue at first, so he begins kissing her. He places small kisses onto her slit, feeling the wetness underneath his lips. He ends up getting her so worked up with kisses alone that her hips rise a bit. “Can you put this leg on my shoulder? I can… Get to you more, I think.” Her thigh rests on his shoulder and his hand caresses it while he continues. He keeps kissing her but his time, he kisses her like they kissed on the couch. His tongue starts off soft and feels the little nub. His lips open wider and those gentle pecks become more aggressive, assertive.

He flattens his tongue on her clit and makes a movement that she can’t describe, “Fuck, do that again.” He does and wants to smile at her reaction. He then licks deeper and much harder than previously. She catches his head moving and sees his wet tongue working magic on her. She moans and even says his name. “Harry, Harry are you sure you’re not lying about being good with girls because Jesus fucking Christ if they knew you could do this.”

He doesn’t want to stop but he wants to see her face, he wants to feel how fast her heart is beating. He drags himself up to her face and kisses her before she can even say anything. He wonders if she likes the way she tastes in the same way he does but can’t be bothered to ask. “I don’t care if they know. I’m with you right now.” Y/N smiles and kisses him.

“I wanna do something for you.” He makes a ‘Hmmph’ sound while he kisses her more. “Do you want me to touch you?” He halts his mouth and actually looks into her eyes. “I could touch you, I could use my mouth, we could, we could have sex.” How does Harry make her this way and no one else? They’re blind.

He inhales and bites his lip. How do you answer a question like that? He looks at her with these big green sad eyes and closes them. “What if I- what if you don’t get to finish?”

Her hand soothes Harry’s doubt with a hand in his hair, “If it helps, you already got me close with your mouth, it won’t take much for me to come.” She kisses his forehead and continues, “I just want to make you feel good, Harry.” She tells him to reach over to her nightstand and get a condom.

He takes off his shorts and rolls it on himself. He lingers between her legs for a moment but feels comforted once again by her delicate hands in his hair. He slowly enters her and his mouth falls open. Her grip on his shoulder tightens and she loses her breath. “Are you alright, love?”

If her lower half wasn’t so overwhelmed at the moment she would’ve swooned at the sweet nickname. She nods and feels him go deeper. She’s already pulsing from the excitement and she groans loudly with her head back. “Get on your back, I wanna make you come.” With Harry on his back, she places his hands on her hips and her nails dig into his chest. She begins to rock on top of him, feeling him hit every spot. “You feel so good.” Y/N seems to be talking to herself rather than to him. She moves faster and he begins to pant beneath her.

He moans and pulls her chest flush against him, matching her thrusts. He’s taken her by delightful surprise and she feels her orgasm almost instantly. “Put your hands in my hair again.” Her hands fly to his wild hair and her breasts give him the perfect opportunity to suck on them.

He bites into her skin and it makes her squeeze around him, “I’m gonna come.” He flips her on her back and gives it all he has. With a hand on the headboard and the older on her hip, he goes as deep and hard as he can. He watches her unravel under him. “Harry.” Her voice is shaky and quiet but it’s music to his ears.

“Just give me a little more. God, please.” Her legs wrap around his waist and a little ‘uh’ escapes her mouth each time he brings his hips into her. She’s completely wrapped around him and he doesn’t think anything has ever felt so good. “Do that thing.” She squeaks to question him and he kisses her forehead, “Squeeze around me.” She clenches and his head falls to her neck. She can feel him pulse inside her and his hand is so tight on her hip that it’s sure to be red after. Harry makes a grunting sound and a part of him doesn’t want to move. “That’s surely to kill me next time.” He hears her giggle and faces her, “What?”

“You wanna have a next time?” He matches her smirk and lays his head on her chest. Her fingers twirl the short hair on his head and Harry can’t stop smiling to himself.

He sweetly kisses the warm skin below her collar bones and says, “I wanna have a lot of next times with you.“

Part Two

The alarm clock goes off and Y/N nudges Harry with her foot, making him groan. “Hit snooze!” He throws the pillow over his head and pokes her back.

“I already hit snooze, we have to go to work.” He rolls over and swings his arm and leg over her. “Nooo. Don’t dead monkey me.” She hated this but loved it at the same time. He would put his dead weight on her and she would have to kiss him back to life until he made monkey sounds. “H, I mean it. We don’t have time. I’ll kiss you all you want when we get home.”

Harry removes his limbs from her and pinches her hip, “Oh, give me something to look forward to, love.” She heads to the kitchen and he walks to the shower. They’ve fallen into their own routine, her showering at night and him in the morning. Y/N puts the coffee on and puts cream cheese on a bagel for Harry.

“Y/N!” He shouts from the bathroom and she knows he’s forgotten his towel. He always gets a bad case of the (forgetful) Mondays. Sure enough, she finds Harry peeking behind the shower curtain. “I’m gonna put a post it on your forehead every morning to tell you to get a towel.”

He kisses her cheek and steps out, slipping a little but not falling. “Thanks.” They both brush their teeth at the sink and Harry gets a little too cute as she begins to put her make up on. Still towel-clad, he rests his chin on her shoulder and his arms swing around her. “I hate Mondays, means I can’t stay in bed with you all morning until Saturday.”

If she could pull off that towel and take him back to bed she would, god, she would. “Put some clothes on before I quit my job.” He whips the towel off and swats her butt with it.

The morning goes as it usually does, a kiss in the car and sneaky glances until lunch. In the breakroom, Harry can’t find his sandwich, he just has two fruit cups and one of the cookies Y/N made over the weekend. He sits down at the table and states, “I forgot my sandwich.” Lilly snorts, because to her, Harry can’t even seem to get his own lunch under control. Y/N laughs and pulls the missing lunch out of her little lunch tote, “Oh, thanks, Baby.” Lilly gasps and both of their heads snap up. Shit.

“Lilly, you cannot tell anyone! We haven’t gone to HR yet and we don’t want people here to know.” She just stares back and forth between the two until she starts talking again. “I mean it. Harry’s got a lot of projects going on don’t ruin it for him.” Harrys heart flutters that she was more concerned about him than herself.

After a long day of signing papers and awkward conversations, they make their way back to the car. “Tomorrow’s gonna be a real doozy, huh?” Y/N nods and dramatically flings her head back to the car seat.

“You owe me kisses.” He wiggles his eyebrows and adjusts his glasses. She landed one cute dork. She can tell he’s eager to get home and decides to mess with him. Her hand caresses his thigh, moving upward. “Y/N, we’re five minutes from home. I really don’t wanna die from a hand job when I’m five minutes away from bending you over the couch.” Her mouth hangs open and her hand pulls back. He was never so straight forward but she could feel herself get all flushed. She swallows hard and shuffles in her seat.

Harry pulls into the driveway and lets Y/N walk ahead of him. He’s been frustrated all day and wonders if she has been too. He wonders if she thought about his face between her legs last night and had to squeeze her thighs together. He waits for her to let Pippy in the backyard and as she walks through the kitchen he pushes her forward on the counter, lifting her skirt up as he pulls her underwear down. He wastes no time in teasing her folds, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’ve wanted to bend you over and feel how wet you are.” He moves her hair away from the back of her neck and gives her small pecks, “Do you want to stay here or on the couch?”

She kicks off her undies and turns to face him, “The couch.” He sits on the couch first and pulls her on top of him, helping her undress. “S’not fair. I always get naked first, take it off, Styles.”

Harry smirks at Y/N and takes his shirt off, “Can’t take my pants off, there’s a naked girl in my lap.” She swings her leg back over, biting her lip as he exposes himself. He returns to the couch and taps her leg. “M’I getting more than kisses?” In the blink of an eye she’s lowering herself onto his hips. “You think of me today? You think about fucking me while you were workin?”

Over the past few months, Harry has gotten much more comfortable with talking dirty during sex. And he was good at it. “Mhmm, yeah.” He palms the flesh of her backside and squeezes every so often. “Always make me feel so good.”

Y/N speeds up and her hands grab those stupidly attractive shoulders, “I love when you ride me, feels so good to have your pussy around me.” Her eyes close and she tries to keep her rhythm steady. “I could barely concentrate today. I kept thinking about your legs around my head and then I thought about your legs around my waist.” He wraps both arms around her and flips her on her back. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about how wet you get for me.” He kisses her and thrusts so hard that she gasps into his mouth.

“Oh!” He moves even faster and he feels her legs shake around him. Her arms are around his neck and he sucks on her ear.

“I can feel it. I know you’re almost there.” He nibbles and she whimpers for him. “The feeling of my hair against your clit drives you wild, doesn’t it? You can get so sensitive, fuckin’ remarkable.” He returns to kiss her lips and she accidentally bites his lip.

He pulls away with his eyes closed and she can’t even tell him she’s sorry because he pounding into her. “I-shit. Harder, I’m gonna come. Please, harder.”

Harry pushes his knee into the cushion and balances himself so he has hold of her hips, “Like that?” Her hands are pulling all the cushions and she practically yelling for him. “So pretty when you scream my name, you know?” He feels that familiar squeeze that he loves but does let up his pace. “So pretty you make me wanna come.”

He falls forward and she sucks on his neck, “I wanna feel it.” This time, his hips slow but don’t stop. She couldn’t mean what he thinks she means; she had gone on the pill but He always pulled out. No, no she didn’t mean that. “Baby, come in me.” Fuck.

The thought makes his dick jump and he almost loses his words, “Are you sure? If you’re not you need to tell me like, right now.” She nods her hair and his forehead rests on hers as he releases. “Jesus. I think you broke me.”

Y/N’s tired laugh makes his body feel warm all over again. “I know how to fix you but give me like 15 minutes.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s go get cleaned up and fix me.” His dimples pop and carries her to the shower. He stops short and notices Pippy on the bed, chewing something. “Pippy that better not be my tie.” Y/N hops out of his arms and disappears into the bathroom. Harry walks over to the mischievous dog and fights with whatever she’s chewing on but ends up ripping it. He holds what was once a part of Y/N’s underwear in his hand and looks at the fluff ball, “This stays between up, Pip.”

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“Love Me Do” - h.s. a.u. Part 6

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You hated to admit it, but you missed the bar. You missed going outside of your flat, really, but you also knew you needed to get the editing done of the film. The first two days after you’d finished shooting, you and your studio sound guy Fred had gotten your lead actors into the booths to lib over their words cut out by the wind and other elements. That hadn’t taken as long, but it had also allowed you to look through all the footage and decide what needed to go.

Though you hadn’t seen Harry since then, five days and counting, you felt like you were living with him. You felt like you were living with all of your characters considering you stared at their faces 24/7.

But you were almost done. It had been a week and three days and you’d been working nonstop. You couldn’t quit now.

A knock on your door startled you and you called that it was open. Bea poked her head in and smiled, “Hey it’s time for your appointment. Harry’s out front.”

You groaned, “I don’t want to see his face anymore.”

Bea couldn’t help but laugh as she stepped aside for you to walk through the door. “You won’t have to for much longer! Good luck babe.”

Harry was waiting in the car, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for you. You were getting your stitches out today, and he was pretty sure he was far more excited than you were honestly. Though you had barely talked to him in the past week or so, he had worried constantly about whether or not you were cleaning your wound. It was all closed up now, but he still worried about it. He had texted you at least four times about it, and you’d left them all on read only to quickly send a thumbs up emoji.

Harry hated emojis.

He noticed you before you noticed him because you face was in your phone. Harry wasn’t exactly sure if he’d missed you, or missed the comfort that came with you. But the more he thought about it, he realized that your comfort was all a part of you, and so therefore he was missing you. He knew you’d been busy in the past week or so, Millie had told him you barely left your room with all the editing, and so he hadn’t been offended when you’d not answered some of his calls or texts. And, if he had to admit it, more people had been asking about you at the bar than he’d anticipated.

“Hello there,” Harry smiled as he leaned over to prop the door open for you. You gave him a soft smile, looking hesitant for a moment before slipping into the car. You felt a bit guilty and awkward around the lad, considering it had been a bit longer than usual since you’d talked to him, but none of that seemed to bother Harry as he smiled over at you.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked, grasping your hand and turning it over. The wrap you were wearing now was much lighter than the originals, and he could feel the bumps of the stitches under it as he ran his thumb over the side of your hand.

“Just fine,” you yawned, “A bit exhausted from all the editing going on, but happy to have it all over with soon.”

“I stil can’t believe you’re doing it all yourself,” Harry shook his head, “You’re basically the director, producer, and editor all in one.”

“That’s the point,” you sighed, “And hopefully I won’t have to do it ever again.”

You both made small talk for the rest of your drive. You asked Harry how the bar had been and he told you that Three Martini Bill said hi and that he missed you. This warmed your heart as you thought of the bar, a place that had captivated all your attention in the past couple of months.

“Niall doesn’t miss you though,” Harry said as you pulled up at the hospital.

“Oh he doesn’t?” you rolled your eyes, “I’m wounded.”

“I think he was nervous you were like, going to take over for me or something at some point. I let him basically drink for free and he knows you’re a stickler.”

“Damn right,” you smiled. Harry placed his hand on the small of your back as you made your way into the waiting room and signed in. No one told Harry he couldn’t come into the room with you, and so he just followed as a nurse showed you what room to sit in and you both waited for the doctor.

“I’ve missed you, by the way,” you decided to announce, swinging your legs back and forth on the table as Harry leaned against the wall across from you with his arms crossed. He raised his eyebrows and pushed himself off the wall, walking over to the little seat in the corner.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just weird not being in the bar.”

“Ah,” Harry leaned back in his seat, “So you miss the bar then?”

“And you,” you confessed. You weren’t sure where you had expected this conversation to go. Maybe you’d hoped that Harry would admit he had missed you too, and you would have this weird serious talk, even though you were in a doctor’s office and would only be interrupted awkwardly by a doctor at some point.

Harry felt pride swell in his chest. He’d had girls miss him before, and it wasn’t something new. But yours was innocent, and you were a concerned friend, and this was something new to him completely. “Well –” Harry said before there was a knock on the door and Dr. Hanson poked his head in.

“Hey Y/N,” he smiled, “Long time, no see. How’re ya doing?”

“I’m good thank you,” you smiled, “How are you?”

“Just fine,” Dr. Hanson opened the door and stepped inside, “How are those stitches coming along?” he asked, sitting in his chair and wheeling over to take a look.

“We’ve been washing them far more than any other regular human probably,” Harry said, leaning in to get a look.

“They look really good. Your skin has come together nicely,” Dr. Hanson nodded.

“That’s something everyone wants to hear,” you mumbled, making Harry chuckle as you made eye contact for a moment.

“Alright, now you’re going to feel the slight tugging and it’s going to feel a bit weird, but it’ll be over rather quickly, okay?” Dr. Hanson nodded to you as he took your hand in his and grabbed whatever tools he needed.

“That’s fine,” Harry said, “Just look at me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you grumbled, “Totally fine.”

“Just listen to me,” Harry shrugged, “Just focus on me.”

“Focus on what?” you snapped.

Harry took your other hand in his, linking your fingers together as he let out a long sigh. “Well, okay so my mum called me this morning and that was pretty exciting. She said that Elodie –”

“The youngest,” you cut in, as if to remind yourself.

“Yes,” Harry nodded, “She’s almost two. Well, she was screaming this morning about me not being there for Christmas, said that Santa would hate the family if we weren’t all together, and so my mum bought me a plane ticket to go home without even asking. So now I’m going home for the holidays apparently.”

“That’s nice,” you winced slightly, Harry reaching up and turning your face towards him before you could look at your hand.

“Sure is,” Harry nodded, “The twins are of course freaking out. I’m obviously their hero.”

“Obviously,” you nodded.

“So Suze and Tommy will probably have me outside constantly and we’ll be extremely active – they love wearing me down, or trying to at least. And then I’ll get to take Lilly to school for a couple days, which’ll be nice. It’s been a while.”

“You seem very excited,” you nodded, wincing again at the weird pulling sensation. God, you just wanted this over with.

“I am actually,” Harry realized, “Quite like spending the holidays with the family. Bar’s a nightmare during the holiday season so you might have to come back and work a couple shifts if you’re able. Are you going home?”

“I take the train home the day after the Student’s Guild,” you nodded, “My parents are extremely clingy.”

“So you’ve decided you’ll put your film in the Guild then?” Harry smiled, “That’s exciting. Are you excited?”

“Very,” you nodded.

“Okay,” Dr. Hanson said and you turned to see a stitch-free hand. You let out a sigh of relief and wiggled your fingers as if to check your hand was still able to function. You would have a weird scar along the side of your hand, but other than that you looked all set to go.

“Just make sure you’re washing your hands more often than usual for a couple weeks,” Dr. Hanson advised, “And I would keep it lightly wrapped for a couple days.”

“Thank you Doc,” Harry said, “Shall we?”

You followed Harry out the car feeling like a new woman. Though it was simply your hand, you hadn’t realized how frustrating it was to be injured or held back until you were. Ducking into the car, you wrapped your coat around you a bit tighter as Harry started it up.

“What I was going to say before we were so rudely interrupted,” Harry said as you made your way back to your flat.

“By the doctor? Who was going to tend to me?” you smirked.

“So rude,” Harry nodded, “I was going to say, I’m touched you’ve missed me. I’ve missed you too.” You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from smiling too widely. “I know you’ve been busy and that you need to finish the film, so I’ve been trying my best to not be clingy.”

“Who would have thought,” you joked, “That out of the two of us, you would be the clingy one.”

“M’ not clingy,” Harry grumbled, “Just your friend.”

You smirked, “Okay then.”

Harry came up with you to your flat, where you made him lunch and allowed him to watch some of the footage you’d finished. He sat on your bed as you swiveled back and forth in your chair, both of you slurping on the chicken noodle soup you’d made earlier, as Harry groaned whenever he showed up on screen.

“It’s really good,” he nodded, sipping the remains of his soup before setting it aside. “It’s just weird seeing myself on screen – in a good way.”

“As opposed to what? A bad way?”

“Well, this looks amazing Y/N. You’ve done a great job!” Harry stood up and kissed the top of your head. “I’ve got to go. I need to get things ready tonight at the bar.”

You checked your watch, “Oh yeah, you’re about thirty minutes late.”

“You can come in whenever you want, by the way,” Harry noted, shrugging his jacket on as you followed him to the door. “People really miss ya there.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Well that time is done, I guess. End of an era.”

Harry pouted slightly, looking confused as he turned to you, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” you crossed your arms and shrugged slightly uncomfortable with the situation. “I mean … I’m done with the movie and I don’t really need the funding anymore.”

“Oh.” Harry didn’t say anything to this as he put his hands in his pocket and cleared his throat. “I uh … I guess I didn’t realize you weren’t coming back. Figured you were just taking time off, you know?”

“Yeah sorry that’s on me. I guess I didn’t make it clear,” you bit your lip. You felt guilty that you may have led Harry on in anyway, but at the same time you didn’t feel guilty considering you’d always known you would only be working in the bar for a short amount of time.

“Okay,” Harry sighed, “Well … I’ll be seeing you around then. Text me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said softly as Harry gave you one last soft smile before you closed the door. You groaned as you rested your forehead against the door for a second before making your way back to your room in order to get your film finished.

Within the next couple of weeks, you went over and over your film, fixing small things and cutting clips or adding things back in here and there. You started working on the film in places other than your bedroom, mostly because you couldn’t stand sitting at your desk anymore.

Harry stopped by a couple times, and he always brought coffee, or some sort of food, and even one time brought some alcohol to make drinks for you, Millie, and Bea as you took a break from editing.

“So is this a thing that will be happening from now on?” Bea asked, “You just stopping by whenever you so please?”

Harry leaned on the counter in front of the three of you girls, almost as if it was his own bar, and smirked at the girl between you and Millie. “Is that something you’d like Bea?”

“I’m just wondering if I need to move,” Bea grumbled, sipping on her drink as you chuckled and Millie rolled her eyes.

“Well if you’re going to bring drinks around on Wednesday nights then I’m all for it,” you said, raising your fruity drink in the air before taking a sip.

“I can start bringing Niall if you all need a cute guy to flirt with,” Harry suggested, “He’s my only hot friend.”

“You’re enough,” you said bluntly. “Niall would break all my dishes.”

“Also we’re your hot friends and we’re already here,” Millie shrugged.

The three of you laughed as Harry rolled his eyes and started mixing another drink.

The night continued and you went back to your film for a couple hours before coming back out in the kitchen for some water. It was pretty late, but Harry was still there as he cleaned up some of the glasses he’d been using.

“What are you still doing here?” you yawned, stretching up and reaching for one of the cleaned glasses from Harry’s hand. “It’s been like, two hours.”

“Millie and I were talking and she got a little …” Harry gestured to Millie’s tipsy side and you chuckled. It felt nice that you and Harry could talk like this, especially considering you knew there were still underlying feelings you were nursing for him. Hearing he’d been talking to Millie for a couple hours may have pinched at your heart, but you put it aside to be a good friend to him.

“So things are going pretty well for you two then?” you asked softly, leaning against the kitchen counter next to the sink Harry was at. You cradled your glass to your chest as you crossed your arms over yourself, almost as if to protect yourself from whatever Harry was about to tell you.

“We’re friends,” Harry nodded, “But, I mean, whatever you think is going on definitely isn’t,” he chuckled.

You were shocked to hear this, turning to face Harry fully as you gave him a confused look. “I thought you guys were like, a thing.”

“Why?” Harry smirked, “Because we made out once like four months ago and sometimes hang out?”

You didn’t know what to say to this, and under the one kitchen light over the island where the two of you stood, you suddenly felt so confused and misplaced. Harry could tell you were internally panicking, not meeting his eyes as you seemed to be trying to decompress what was going on. You’d been pushing your feelings for Harry back because you thought he and Millie had something going on, but now there was no reasoning for that, and you felt as though the flood gates were opening and you couldn’t keep it all in.

“Y/N?” Harry asked, leaning down slightly to meet your eyes. “What’s going on in there?” he asked, tapping your forehead with the spoon in his hand.

“I just … nothing,” you shook your head. “I’m just confused I guess. You guys seem really close.”

“We are,” Harry shrugged, “But I don’t know, not like we’re close. Just … we’re very similar so it’s easy for us to talk. We live similar lifestyles, I guess? I don’t know. It’s difficult to explain.”

“No I get it,” you nodded. “Glad you have each other.”

Harry shrugged, “I wouldn’t have her as a friend if you hadn’t come into the bar.” Harry gave you a soft smile. “Are you going back to finishing the film?”

“Yeah I’m almost done,” you cleared your throat, “Are you on your way out?”

Harry noticed that your skin was nearly glowing under this light, and considering how cold he was in his jumper and jeans, he could only imagine how cold you must be considering you were in nothing but a large t-shirt and shorts. He wanted to reach out and hug you close, but at the same time he wasn’t sure if that would be the smartest idea because he wasn’t sure how he was truly feeling. The more he hung out with you like this – in a quiet atmosphere where it was just you and him – he found himself being drawn to you more and more. You were so soft, and comfortable, and everything made sense with you.

He’d been so thrown off when you said you weren’t coming back to the bar. He figured you’d be coming back after you’d finished the film at some point next semester and you’d both pick up where you’d left off. But now he felt so alone behind the bar, where he used to feel at home, because you weren’t there with him.

At first he resented you for breaking his temple, but now he knew that he was glad you came in and broke it all up, because he was starting to romanticize being a bartender. But seeing everything you’d accomplished, and seeing how hard you were working, Harry knew he needed to stop hiding behind the bar and get out there with his auditions. So, in a way, he kind of owed it to you and his feelings of missing you.

“Harry.”

You snapped in front of his face to bring Harry out of his mind as he cleared his throat. “Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you were heading out? Where’d you go there?”

“Just thinking,” Harry sighed, rubbing his hands down his face, “Yeah I’m on my way out.”

“I’ll walk you,” you squeezed his upper arm before setting your glass down and following him as he shrugged on his jacket and grabbed his things.

“Thanks for coming by,” you said, “The girls appreciated it. We’ve been holed up with the end of the semester coming.”

“I totally remember,” Harry smiled, “Glad to be of service.”

“And don’t worry about Bea. She can just be –”

“Mental?”

“Protective,” you smirked. “She’ll come around, if, that is, you’re planning on sticking around?” You weren’t sure why you asked this, and you immediately regretting asking when you saw a bit of hurt filter across his face.

“Of course,” he nodded.

“Okay,” you breathed in relief, “Okay good.”

It was quiet for a moment before Harry leaned down and you reached up to hug him. However, as you pulled away, Harry kissed your cheek before clearing his throat and squeezing your hand once more before stepping out the door.

Harry had never kissed your cheek before, and you shook your head as you hated how much it through you off. You balled your hands into fists, angry at yourself for letting your guard down, before stomping back into your room to finish the film.

The first time you went into the bar after basically quitting your job, was to hand Harry an invitation to the Student’s Guild. The bar obviously looked the same, but you found yourself nervous as you stepped in.

Harry knew you were in there though the moment you stepped foot. Instantly, Three Martini Bill let out a loud cry. “Y/N!” he boomed, “So good to see ya!”

“Hi Bill,” you chuckled, “Lovely to see you as well. Loving the new patterned shirt.”

Harry watched as you made your way through the regulars, asking how they’d been doing and keeping them up to date on your project. Many of them knew about your film project, and had given you extra tips to help you out. Because of this, you’d promised them you’d have a screening in the bar after break.

Finally, your eyes met Harry and you smiled. “Hey you,” he said, tossing his rag over his shoulder. Instantly Harry was unsure of why he’d said that. Since when had he called you “you?” Did that seem flirtatious? He hated this newfound nervousness he’d suddenly started to feel around you. It wasn’t aggressive, but it was there, and Harry was starting to become more and more aware of it.

“Hey,” you chuckled, slightly concerned about the surprised look on Harry’s face. “I brought something for you.”

You handed him the envelope and smiled, “You’re obviously invited. The winner will be announced at the end.”

“What do you get when you win?” Harry asked, looking over the invitation.

“When I win?”

“Yeah you heard me,” Harry smirked.

“Well, the winner gets their next film sponsored by the school. It’s a pretty big deal,” you shrugged, “But there’s no promises how I’ll do.”

“You’ll win,” Harry nodded, “And I’ll cheer.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay. Well, I’m going to head out and get some sleep. But there are your tickets.”

“Tickets?” Harry looked to see that there were two tickets in the envelope instead of just one.

“Well yeah,” you shrugged, “If you want to bring a date.”

The very thought made you want to punch yourself in the face. You hated that you had to keep pretending you didn’t feel the way you did for Harry, especially when you two were now so close and, as you hoped, honest with each other.

“Oh that won’t be necessary,” Harry chuckled, “Why would I bring a date to your big night?”

You weren’t sure what to say to this, and honestly you were a little off-put that Harry might be flirting with you. It’s what you wanted, but with it being so in your face so suddenly, you felt yourself sweating. The scared look you were giving Harry made him back peddle a little bit as he cleared his throat and placed the envelope near the register. “I’ll see you there then?”

“Yeah cool,” you nodded before rushing out.

“That was really smooth,” Niall said from his corner in the bar as Harry rolled his eyes.

“Shut up Niall.”

You tried not to think on this moment as Millie helped you into your dress two days later for the Students’ Guild. You sucked in a breath as Millie finished zipping it up and patted your shoulder. “You’re all good to go girl.”

Bea had curled your hair, and Millie had completed your makeup before you could even ask them. They were both very adamant about this being your night, and as you turned around they both gasped and clapped like proud parents.

“You look stunning,” Bea nodded, “Absolutely stunning.”

“So proud,” Millie pretended to wipe away her tears.

“I need to ask you both something and I need you to be completely honest with me before I lose my confidence,” you said quickly, closing your eyes and biting your lip.

They both gave you concerned looks before you mumbled, “Millie, do you have something going on with Harry, because if you do then you have to tell me right now.”

Millie looked shocked for a moment before she and Bea shared a look. “Harry? No. No we definitely don’t!” she said, “We’re just friends.”

“Right right yeah I know that,” you wanted to run your hands through your hair but you remembered that it had been done nicely and you groaned. “And people say that all the time, but honestly Millie do you have feelings for him?”

“Do you like him?” Bea asked.

“Obviously I like him!” you cried, “You both know that.”

“You need to tell him,” Millie said, “If you feel that way for him, you two are close enough that you need to talk to him about it.”

You sighed and looked down at your clasped hands. “These things never work out for me,” you whispered, “I can’t risk a friendship after it’s taken me so long to build it.”

“You’ll never know until you tell him,” Bea said affectionately as she lifted your chin. “And if he’s a true friend, then you’ll talk it out and it’ll all work out, okay?”

“Just maybe not tonight,” Millie suggested, “Considering it’s … you know … your big night?”

“Right,” you sighed, “Yes right okay.”

This seemed like a good plan, that was, until you actually saw him at the Guild. He looked sharp and smart in his suit, and you stumbled slightly in nervousness. Millie and Bea caught you and it caught Harry’s attention.

He waved at you and you just stared back, suddenly shocked still. Immediately, Bea got in your face.

“Listen up you little shit,” she whispered, “You’re the director of the film that’s going to win this fucking fancy event you stuffed me into a dress for. You owned that shit. So if you don’t fucking pull it together I’m going to punch you so hard in the tit you’ll prematurely lactate or some shit. He’s just a boy, and he’s your friend, but your career comes first and I swear to every fucking god out there if you don’t walk in a goddamn straight line like the boss bitch you are, head held high, then I will make your life a living hell for the next semester. Do you understand me?”

You weren’t sure who you were more scared of – Bea’s rage or Harry’s face. But seeing Bea’s serious glare, you realized she was right. You needed to own it, regardless of how Harry felt for you or how you felt for Harry.

“He’s walking over here,” Millie sang under her breath in warning.

“Buck up bitch,” Bea seethed before she stepped aside and smiled, “Hi Harry. You look dashing.”

“That’s a compliment I’ll take,” Harry chuckled, “You ladies all look lovely. And, the lady of the hour,” Harry offered you his hand and you took it, clearing your throat as he pulled you in and kissed your cheek. Harry’s heart was beating so quickly, and the palms of his hands were definitely sweaty, but he persevered as he pulled away and gave you a soft smile. “You ready?”

“For everyone to see my film? No. To have to sit through my film for the last time after seeing it probably a thousand times? Yes.”

Harry offered you his arm on one side, offering the other to Millie as he walked between you two. “I’m excited for everyone to see me shirtless,” Harry suggested, “If that puts anyone at ease. Really hoping you edited my abs the way I asked.”

This made you laugh, your head falling back in laughter as you clutched Harry’s arm. The very touch of your fingers grasping his arm made Harry’s heart rate increase, and it didn’t help that you two were sitting together during the screening of your movie. You film was last, which you felt was overly dramatic, but you couldn’t help but feel anxious when you were introduced.

“It’s going to be fine,” Harry whispered, kissing your shoulder as you turned to look at him. One wild look to Harry made him know in that instant that he’d gone too far, and for a second he was scared he’d lost you. But instead, your face relaxed as you quickly leaned in, giving him a peck on the cheek as the lights dimmed. Harry was grateful for it too, because if the lights had been up then he would have been embarrassed by how red his face had become.

It didn’t take more than ten minutes into your film to know that you’d won. Your film was above and beyond everyone else’s, and Harry didn’t have a single doubt in his mind that you would be the champion in the end. The audience was completely engaged in your material and the story unfolding before them. There was one point, a comedic moment, where the audience was laughing quite hard and Harry could see you smiling proudly. He reached over in a moment of confidence, still completely unsure of what he was doing, and took your hand to squeeze it in reassurance.

You looked over at him, the smile never faltering from your face as you smiled at each other, fingers entwined in your lap, before you both looked back to the film in front of you.

You’d like to say you were surprised when they announced you as the winner, but in reality, you braced the stage with poise and elegance as you walked up to accept your award.

“Thank you to the judges who felt my obsession these past couple months was all worth it,” you smiled, thanking the panel of professors in front of you. “I wouldn’t be up here if I hadn’t stumbled into a bar late one Thursday evening completely out of my mind with exhaustion and met Harry, a sweet yet somewhat closed off bartender who knew I hated alcohol the moment he saw me and offered me pretzels instead. He offered me a job, so that I could fund my film, and in doing so I rewarded him with a role that I knew he would fit perfectly into. Everything after that fell into place, and I am eternally grateful for my friends who pushed me to pursue my passion, those who were crazy enough to follow me into production, my two roommates who definitely deserve an award of their own for putting up for me, and for Harry,” you looked at him where he sat, eyes dazzling, smile radiant, and for the first time you felt you were really seeing him.

He was really here for you, wholeheartedly, and he wasn’t hiding behind any façade of his carefree attitude, nor was he pretending he was too cool for the scene he was in. Instead, he was smiling, proudly, and red in the face with happiness.

“Thank you,” you said, only to him, but truly to the whole auditorium. Blinking out of your daze, you cleared your throat. “I’m excited to start work again next semester on the next installment in whatever comes to my mind,” you chuckled as the audience laughed, “But thank you for indulging in my tonight. Thank you!” you raised your trophy a bit before walking off the stage as the lights started to slowly come on and people congratulated you as you made your way towards the exit.

Millie was screaming and squealing when she saw you, “Our girl!” she cried, “Our director!”

“Our queen!” Bea made a joke of bowing down to you as you laughed and just accepted it.

“Gorgeous job love,” Harry said, coming in and giving you a hug as he held you close.

“So are there parts for all of us in your next film,” Millie tossed her hair dramatically over her shoulder, “A sequel, perhaps?”

“God knows I’m not talented enough to make an actual good sequel,” you chuckled, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’m going to go and use the restroom before we go out,” Bea said, “Anyone else?”

Millie shot her hand up before Bea grabbed her hand and dragged her away. Harry shook his head, chuckling under his breath before he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to you. “I’m really proud of ya Y/N,” he smiled, “And thanks for the shout out.”

“I figured laying it on thick would show everyone how good of an actor you are, if the film wasn’t enough,” you pushed his arm playfully, “Maybe you’ll get some calls soon.”

“I hope you meant it thought,” Harry said, pulling his hand from his pocket and loosely grabbing your own as he playing with your fingers, “That you were happy you came into the bar.”

“I am,” you nodded, “I … I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you and you know that.”

“Same goes for you,” Harry shrugged, “I …” Harry hesitated for a moment as he gripped your hand a little tighter, stepping more into your personal space. “I have to tell you, Y/N, I admit this has all … everything that’s happened these past couple months, I didn’t think –”

“Y/N!” Millie cried excitedly. You and Harry stepped away from each other, and you hadn’t realized how close your lips were until you were stepping apart and Harry was letting go of your hand, shoving it back in his pocket.

“Millie,” you gave her a patient smile.

“Do you remember Chuck Crusnak? Super hot. He played that mermaid in the awful film before yours.”

“Super hot,” you nodded.

“He invited us to his penthouse if we wanted to party with him tonight,” she sang, shimmying as Bea came striding up.

“I’m calling Gav and telling him to meet us at Chuck’s,” she squealed, “I’ve never partied at a penthouse!”

Harry could see your tired and hesitant look as your two friends, bless their hearts, were doing a victory dance together that seemed to be prematurely choreographed.

“You don’t want to go out and party, do you?” he asked softly, leaning in to gage your reaction.

“I’m really tired,” you chuckled, “And I have to be at the train station so early tomorrow afternoon.”

“Do you maybe want to just come back to my place?” Harry bit his lip, “We can drink some wine, just relax and celebrate quietly or something?”

The idea of hanging out at Harry’s flat, alone with him, made your chest heave slowly with anticipation. “Sure,” you whispered, “That would be nice.”

You bid Millie and Bea a farewell, letting them know you weren’t up for Penthouse Parting, before saying you’d see them the following morning. Harry was waiting for you, offering you help with your coat before the two of you walked outside to his car.

The car ride was silent as Harry drove back to his place. The adrenaline from the film was still pulsing through you. The victory of the win had you feeling high as you watched the city night life speed past you. Harry’s fingertips felt tingly, and whenever he looked over at you, you were gripping your trophy tightly in your hands and looking out the window.

He wasn’t sure what he was feeling. Obviously, right off the bat he was feeling pride. He was so proud of you and everything you’d accomplished. But he also felt as though it wasn’t his place to feel proud of you. Sure, you two had been through quite a lot together and honestly, you were probably his first real female friend. But he also knew deep down that he’d doubted you for a bit there. He hadn’t had much to go on, of course, considering the only experience he had with you was you fumbling around in the bar. But the moment he saw you as a director he’d had no doubt in his mind that you were the best.

And now he knew for sure.

But he also was nervous because the bar felt empty. He’d worked there now for almost three years and had always felt at home there, but now it didn’t. Now, he whipped his head up whenever the bell went off at the door hoping it would be you, and it took him maybe a week to realize that, but now he knew that he was longing for you in friendship, but also maybe in something more? You’d caught him by surprise, and that was one thing Harry Styles hated – surprises.

“I’m pretty sure the whole world can hear my heartbeat right now,” you whispered, turning to Harry finally as he quickly looked from the road to you and the back.

“Yeah?” he asked, licking his lips and clearing his throat, “You feeling okay?”

“In a good way,” you nodded. You reached for his hand and rested it over your heart. You didn’t care at this point anymore, especially after that one moment. In fact, there were a couple moments now you could think on that you now drew your confidence from. After the constant friend factor had been taken from you and Harry, things in your mind had started to escalate quickly, and now Harry’s hand was over your heart as he felt it thumping like a freight train.

“Is that human?” Harry asked, his voice barely a whisper as your hands clasped over his against your chest. Your skin was sizzling under his touch, vibrating to the feel of his skin against yours through your dress.

You felt his hand push away and you went to let go but he turned his hand in yours, capturing your fingers between his as he looked to you for a moment as his hand enclosed around yours. Neither of you said anything as Harry held your hand on the armrest between you for the rest of the ride. You knew you were holding back a smile. You didn’t want to ruin anything, or overanalyze whatever was happening only to get let down. You and Harry were close friends – that was all this was. But there had been those hesitant cheek kisses, the familiar feeling of him brushing past you, and the moment right before Millie and Bea had interrupted you both. You wanted to know what he was going to say, but you were also afraid it wasn’t going to be what you wanted to hear.

Once in Harry’s flat, he motioned to the kitchen island, “You can place your award there so we can eat and see it,” he smirked, “I know you don’t want it out of your sight. I’ll get us some drinks.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly, biting your lip as you placed your trophy on the counter and faced towards the living room to avoid Harry’s gaze. You weren’t entirely sure why you were so nervous around him suddenly. Really, you knew why, but you didn’t want to admit it. You had spent so much time repressing your feelings and telling yourself you couldn’t feel anything for Harry because of certain factors. Those factors being that 1.) Harry would never like you back and 2.) Harry and Millie had a thing.

But Harry and Millie most definitely didn’t have a thing and there had then that split second where your world had seemed to fold in on itself back at the Guild with every step Harry had taken towards you, hand grasping yours tightly as his thumb had run over your scar.

You were torn from this moment as you heard the wine being poured and Harry tapped your arm, “White?”

You grasped the glass from him without looking, keeping your back to him as you whispered, “White’s fine. Thank you.”

Where were you going to go with this? Act as though nothing had happened? That it was normal for your friend to ask you to come back for drinks instead of everyone going out together? You knew Harry was craving friendship but …

Your heart rate spiked as you felt Harry’s fingertips softly grasp at your own. “Y/N,” he whispered behind you, but you didn’t want to turn around. Instead, you closed your eyes, listening to your breath as your chest felt it was going to burst.

Harry wasn’t sure what he was doing either. He was craving you, wanting to be close to you and be loved by you. He’d felt you pulling away a bit since the end of the movie, and he knew it was awful that he’d only realized it once you weren’t around. Sure, it had taken him a moment, but then he thought of your face when you’d told him you’d missed him at the doctor’s office, almost begging for him with your eyes for him to miss you too, and he felt his heart in his throat.

He rested his forehead against the back of your head, pressing his chest to your shoulder blades as he sucked in a breath seeing the goosebumps on your skin. His fingertips softly ran from your hand to your wrist, before he grasped your hips in his hands and just stood there, breathing with you as your hand came to hesitantly rest on his own.

You were shaking, and Harry felt the need to consume you completely as his fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, hoping to feel the heat of your skin beneath. You were obviously turned on, feeling Harry pressed so close to you, and with your slight movement you could tell Harry wasn’t far from being turned on either.

In one swift yank, Harry had you spun around and you weren’t even going to think as you reached up for his hair, digging your fingernails into his scalp as your teeth knocked together in an aggressive kiss. It wasn’t fancy in any way, and it was almost as if you both had an agenda of your own. Your lips weren’t really moving in sync, but they were touching and Harry’s fingers were digging into your hips as he pulled you impossibly close to him.

In fact, his hands were everywhere imaginable. Your hips to your rib cage before locking at the base of your neck and holding your head to his as you kissed. He had you pinned so tightly up against the kitchen island that all you could do was squeeze his arms and fist his shirt in your hands as you moaned.

Harry bit your bottom lip as you leg came up to wrap around his torso. You tilted your head back and let out a soft moan as Harry growled and lifted you up onto the countertop. He pulled you forward by your dress, yanking at the fabric as you felt your body latch onto his. Harry kissed from your lips to nipping at your jawline, digging his fingers into your flesh again as he sucked on your throat.

Your arms flailed out to grasp his back as he did so, your legs coming up to wrap around Harry tightly as he mumbled, “Up,” against your neck before lifting you. He carried you down the hall, face buried in your neck as he made his way to his room. Upon reaching his bedroom, he placed you down and you turned around immediately for him to unzip your dress. Stepping out of your shoes as he loosened you of the fabric, you turned to help Harry get his shirt off as he stepped out of his shoes while he walked forward, forcing you backwards until you hit the bed and fell onto your back.

Harry’s eyes never left your body as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. Crawling up over you, your heart nearly gave out at the fact that Harry was hovering over you with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and blown out eyes as he looked down at you against his sheets.

He wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing. He knew what he wanted to do, but he also didn’t know what boundaries were too far. This was you in his bed, not some random girl from the bar, and this was definitely a situation he never saw himself in with you.

Regardless, you whispered, “Harry …” and he was completely gone. He moaned at the sound of his name passing through your lips, leaning down and grinding against you as he moved his lips down to your breasts still enclosed in your bra.

Arching your back, you were sure you looked ridiculous as you attempted to unclasp it, only for Harry to swat your hands away so he could do the honor. Once your chest was bare to him, Harry’s eyes seemed to darken even more as he attached his lips to your left nipple and collected you in his arms.

He was on his knees, your bum on the bed in front of him as Harry pulled you onto his lap and continued to suck on your left breast. You were breathing so heavily you thought you might pass out as you slowly started grinding on the ever growing bulge in Harry’s boxers.

The moan you heard from Harry as your eyes closed in pleasure made you cry out as he bucked up against you, ministering the same attention he had to your left breast now on your right. “Shit,” Harry whispered, “Y/N …”

The sound of your name, your name and not anyone else’s, coming from Harry’s lips made you shudder as you lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were pleading, and you leaned down to kiss him now, sucking your way down the vein in his throat as he gripped your shoulders tightly.

He tossed you back on the bed, breathing heavily, and you reached down to remove your thong as Harry closed his eyes and looked up as if saying a silent prayer. He stood, and for a moment you thought he was going to leave as you panicked, but he simple grasped the elastic of his boxers and bit his lip, watching you closely as he pushed off his boxers and his erection sprung free.

You instantly felt a jolt of hatred tear through your body because of course Harry was well endowed. Of course he was gorgeous in the nude, and of course he was making his way over to you like Adonis or some shit. You felt your whole body seemed to shrink away from him as your body seemed to know what was about to happen, but you always wanted to just pounce before Harry maybe got a brain and decided this was a bad idea.

His finger hooked in the side of your thong before he was pulling it down your legs. He tossed it aside as he got up on his knees, looking down at you as you reached up and ran your hands down his muscular arms. He scooted forward a bit, running his hands up your legs to your knees before he spread them open, whimpering at the sight of you before him.

You were stunning, in a way Harry had never thought you could be to him as he noticed you there. There was just something so intimate about the fact that Harry not only knew what you looked like in bed, but what you looked like when you were about to eat your favorite meal, or when you weren’t feeling well, or when you were either tired or excited that made this experience all the more real for him. You were real.

“Fuck,” Harry hissed, seeing how ready you were for him as he ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes.

“I don’t – I don’t want to mess around at all,” you whispered, the first full sentence you’d stated since coming into Harry’s flat, “I just want you.”

As tempting as that was, as much as Harry wanted to just plow right into you and sink into your warm, tight core, he also wanted to worship you. This was your night, and God only knew when the last time was you’d been with someone considering your wails of loneliness since the day he’d met you. The thought made him smile and he couldn’t stop himself as he smiled down at you.

“What?” you asked, breathing heavily as you pushed some hair from your forehead. “What?” you asked again as Harry didn’t answer.

Harry just continued to smile as he started moving down, kissing between your breasts and towards your stomach. He shimmied down a bit and looked up at you with a smile as you looked back at him, shocked, realizing what he was about to do.

“No wait Harry, you don’t ha – OH!” you cried, crying out as your one hand flew to pull at Harry’s hair and the other fisted the sheets. “Oh my God,” you moaned as Harry licked a bold stripe up your center and dove back in. His hands were holding you down, and for a moment Harry was a bit concerned for his safety as you nearly jammed your knee into his face.

“Jesus – Y/N!” he cried, looking up at you as he pushed your legs down, “Control yourself.”

“Don’t stop,” you challenged, head flying back as Harry continued to administer all the right moves you were hoping for. Your eyes were fluttered closed and you could feel your whole body tensing up as a warm glow started in the pit of your stomach. You felt just on the edge when Harry pulled away.

Looking down at him, you could feel yourself about to hyperventilate as Harry smiled at you. It was a smile you were so familiar with, and had come to rely on so much in the recent months. But now his face was glistening and red, and his smile meant so much more. Harry clambered back up onto his knees and you could see his chest was heaving as well.

You reached up as Harry clutched himself in his hand. He was swollen, and you could tell he was aching for you, but Harry swat your hand away as he pumped himself a couple times. “Not now,” he breathed, spreading his knees a bit as you whimpered, legs parted, and watched him prep himself a bit more.

“I just …” Harry trailed off as he reached over you, tearing the drawer of his bedside table over in search of condoms. In his moment of distraction, you reached for his dick and enclosed your hand around him, feeling the weight and width for yourself as Harry’s eyes bugged out of his head, his mouth gapping open as he shuddered over you and scrunched up his face.

“Y/N …” he warned, breathing into your neck as you pumped him slowly.

Finally, Harry was able to work through the murkiness of his brain to reach for the condom and tear himself away from you, shaking his head at you as he tore open the package and rolled the condom on. Leaning back down, Harry bit his lip, “Are you -?”

“Yes,” you breathed. You watched in awe as Harry once again parted your legs and gripped himself tightly. You sat up a bit, watching as Harry teased your entrance a bit with the head, looking up at you as he slowly pushed in.

“Oh!” you cried, eyes widening as Harry let go of his dick and reached out to catch you as your back arched back and he fell forward with you. He kept pushing forward, a small hum turning into a cry as he bottomed out and stayed there, faces so close your noses were bumping together as you reached up and softly stroked the side of Harry’s face. His eyes met yours as you looked up at him, almost worried, and he knew he was probably echoing the same reaction.

“I’m gonna –”

“Yes.”

Harry shuddered as he pulled out to the very tip before slowly sliding back in. You whimpered, not used to this after being alone for so long, let alone someone the size of Harry. He felt so full, in a way that made you feel as though you were worth it – able to fit him so snugly. Harry couldn’t get over the sensation you gave him, all warm and secure, and his breath hitched as he thought of just wrecking you.

But he kept the slow pace, only for a couple more thrusts before your nails dug deeper into Harry’s back and you moaned, “Harry … more.”

To this, Harry didn’t hold back. His chest rumbled a bit as he picked up the pace, and you felt your breath quickening at the feeling of him pounding in and out of you. It was quiet in the flat, and so every detail was the sound of a loud bomb going off. Every breath that turned into the faintest of whimpers or moans was mixed with the sound of skin slapping together.

Once again it was as if Harry’s hands couldn’t stay still. He was reaching out all over you, as if attempting to check as if you were completely there. His hands were rough on your chest before his teeth nipped at your skin and he held onto your hips, pulling them off the bed as he rose to his knees and continued to thrust as hard as he could.

Shuffling back, you whined at the loss of contact before Harry was leaning down and gingerly lifting you up, “Come on,” he whispered, “Gonna feel good I promise.”

You moved as he suggested, turning onto your stomach as Harry pulled your bum up towards him and pressed back into you at this different angle. You cried out loudly, stuffing your face into the pillow and Harry panicked for a moment. Leaning down he pulled your hair from your face and asked through hurried breaths, “Are you okay? Are you okay?”

You merely nodded, reaching back and grasping Harry’s arm in confirmation as he nodded and whispered in a rush, “Okay. You’re amazing. You’re doing great,” before he kissed along your neck quickly and then straightened back up to hold your hips to his. This angle was everything you’d ever wanted as Harry continued to thrust up into you with as much force as he could, slamming into you repeatedly with no sign of stopping any time soon.

You however were starting to really give out a bit. Summoning all the strength you could, you pushed yourself up onto your knees and forearms, looking down to where Harry was moving in and out of you in curiosity. You let out a strangled moan as you watched Harry and could see him moving inside you, the imagine pushing you that much closer as your arms gave out and Harry gripped your hips harder.

“I – I’m – HaRRY,” you cried, whimpering and moaning a mess as Harry continued to thrust sharply into you. He was huffing, moaning with every thrust as he worked to get you over the brink.

“Let go baby,” Harry whispered, “Come on Y/N – shit!” he cried out as you let out a strangled yell, basically sobbing from the climax that hit you hard. Your body felt so heavy and weightless at the same time, buzzing all over and burning as you heard Harry yell out as he filled the condom, letting out one last groan before he was pulling out of you, breathing heavily as you sunk into the bed on your stomach, turning to face Harry as he fell onto his back.

You watched him pull off the condom, tossing it in the trash bin by his bed before he ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to catch his breath as you were too. Finally he turned to you and your eyes met – you on your stomach and Harry on his back – as he reached out slowly, tugging on your arm to pull you close.

Wiggling towards him, you felt the heat radiating off Harry’s body as you curled up next to him, your breathing syncing with his as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead. “Hi,” he whispered, making a small smile curl on your lips that Harry felt against his shoulder.

“Hi,” you whispered back. You were the only two in the flat, but you both felt the need to whisper, almost as if anything above that would cause this moment to break.

“I know we haven’t talked about this,” Harry whispered, taking his other hand to lift up your chin as you stared up at him. “But I really care about you and you make me feel super weird.”

“Super weird, huh?” you smirked.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, “Like … I didn’t think to miss you, ya know? Because I just figured you would be around. But then you said you weren’t coming back to the bar and I guess I realized you were trying to get away from me?” Harry ran a hand down his face as you rested your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat still beating rather rapidly.

“You’re such a good friend, and I started thinking about what would happen if we weren’t. What would happen if we stopped being friends and you were gonna graduate and I would just still be at the bar and you wouldn’t be around and I got really scared, because you’ve been pushing me to be better since we met. At first I think you were just a mess and that pushed me to kind of look after you and be responsible –”

“Gee thanks,” you rolled your eyes and went to move away but Harry groaned and tugged back at your arm, pulling your body back down to collapse to his.

“But,” he said, bopping your nose. You wrinkled it and he chuckled before leaning down to kiss your nose, “But then I realized why I was scared, and it was because I’d really come to rely on you and wanted to spend all my time with you if you weren’t going to be around.”

“So …” you furrowed your eyebrows as you turned onto your side to get a better look at Harry’s face, “Are you saying you like me then? I’m getting mixed signals here and you have to remember I’m the worst at emotions.”

“I’m saying you’re my best friend,” Harry confirmed, “And I feel like just being best friends would be a waste of both our times.”

Maybe it was the fact that this was the most romantic thing anyone had said to you, or maybe it was because your core was still throbbing and legs were tingling as Harry said it, but you smiled at Harry’s somewhat romantic gesture. This was probably the best Harry could do considering his lack of romantic empathy for relationships, and so you smiled at him as he smiled back, moving up to give Harry a soft and long kiss.

Harry couldn’t help smiling into the kiss as he rolled over so he was in between your legs again. He wasn’t tired at all, in fact, he was energized beyond belief. He’d never felt this connected to someone before, and though he knew his feelings might be growing stronger by the second, he didn’t want to jinx whatever it was the two of you had. You were looking for some Prince Charming, and Harry knew he wasn’t up to par with that kind of royalty.

But maybe you would still give him a shot. You’d been longing for someone anyway, and if just wearing his clothes a couple months ago might aid you in falling for him, then sex must have been on a whole other level.

“I admit,” you mumbled between kisses as you spoke against Harry’s swollen lips, “That I’ve always found you to be – oh,” you whimpered at the feeling of Harry sucking on your collarbone, “I’ve always found you attractive. You’re so ni –ice,” your breath hitched as Harry squeezed your breast and you arched your back into his body. “You’re kind and charming, and even though you’re out of my league, you still befriended me.”

“M’not out of your league,” Harry whispered, rocking against you as you gripped his back to keep him close. “M’right here, aren’t I? Right here touchin’ ya. Right here kissin’ ya. Right here holdin’ and lovin’ on ya. I’m right here,” Harry gave you a soft smile, “Right here with ya.”

You reached down for his cock, any exhaustion you’d been feeling previously now gone as you were throbbing to feel him again.

“No,” Harry shook his head and started to withdraw, “Can’t. Don’t have any –”

“I’m on,” you gasped as Harry nibbled at your jaw, “I’m on the pill, just –”

You rocked against Harry again and Harry moaned, closing his eyes and looking away from you. “We shouldn’t. We should, like, hydrate and something or, vegetables –”

“Vegetables?” you giggled, grasping Harry’s face in your hands as you turned him to look at you. “You want to talk about vegetables right now?”

“Y/N,” Harry whimpered, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t hesitate now, slowly pressing into you as you opened your mouth wide to form an –o and Harry rested his face in the crook of your neck.

This was different from the hurried and hard first time the two of you had shared. This time was much different. Harry stayed impossibly close to you, his lips hardly leaving yours. You wouldn’t really classify this as kissing, but instead you would more breathing into each other’s mouths as you clutched his back, his shoulders, his arms. Harry kept a slow and steady rhythm as he thrust up into you with force, but rolling against you like waves against the rocks.

This wasn’t just sex, and at one point each of you realized that as Harry bit his lip and seemed to be holding back tears it felt so good. You came much faster than you’d anticipated, and as you were squirming beneath him, Harry felt himself release. You were blinding to him in this moment, so tired and exhausted but shining as you looked up at him and carted your fingers through his hair.

“You should go shower,” Harry said softly after you’d been lying in bed together for around a half an hour. You nodded, a cute yawn leaving your mouth as you sat up and stretched. Harry just looked at you, sitting in his bed naked, the sheets wrapped around your hips as you looked back down at him.

“What?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in curiosity.

“Nothing,” Harry smirked, “Just … never thought this – never thought we would be in this situation.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at this as you got up and looked for your clothes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Harry sat up and rested against the headboard. “Just … I don’t know. You snuck up on me in a way I wasn’t expecting.”

“What were you expecting then?” You were genuinely curious to know, but the romantic part of you was screaming to just shut up and accept that Harry was here with you now.

“I don’t know,” Harry shrugged, “But I like where we’re at now, don’t you?”

You clutched your clothes to your chest, suddenly feeling very naked in front of someone you’d now been quite intimate with extensively. “Yeah,” you gave him a soft smile. “I’m happy.”

The shower felt good on your body, but it weighed on your thoughts. It gave you too much time to think as you let the hot water scald your body. This was what you’d wanted, and you now knew there was no reason to keep yourself from what you were feeling. You’d already established to yourself in totally honesty that whatever feelings you now had for Harry were genuine and not of the make believe circumstances that had led you to have an interest in him. You knew Harry now, personally, and as a friend. This was a friend to lovers situation, and those always went well.

Plus, you thought, he’d called you baby.

Stepping out of the shower and back into Harry’s room, he was waiting for you in his boxers at the foot of the bed. It was adorable, how he’d waited for you as a puppy waits for their master to return home. In his hands he had a large t-shirt and another pair of boxers. “I know you were against wearing my clothes before,” he noted, “But I figured …”

“Thank you,” you smiled and leaned down to kiss him as you took the clothes. You summoned the strength of every leading lady in every romcom you’d seen and let the towel fall to the floor as you shimmied into the boxers Harry had given you. You smirked as Harry watched you, chewing on his lip as you shrugged the shirt over your bare chest.

“You need to be stopped,” Harry chuckled, standing up and pressing his lips to yours harshly. “I’m going to shower. There’s water on the bedside table.”

This, you told yourself, was why you’d fallen for Harry. He was kind, sweet, and thoughtful. He was caring, and he was your best friend honestly. Crawling into bed on the new sheets Harry had so kindly made up for the two of you while you were in the shower, you sipped the water and laid waiting for Harry to return. It wasn’t long before Harry was walking back into his room running a towel through his hair while another one hung dangerously low on his hips.

“Are you tired?” he asked, “Don’t you have to be at the train station tomorrow morning?”

“Afternoon,” you nodded, “Bea said she’d take me.”

“I can take you,” Harry suggested.

You blinked as he awaited your response, tossing his towel before tugging on some boxers himself. He stretched up, yawning as he crawled into bed beside you. This was all so surreal, and you wanted to cry at how boyish and handsome he was smiling up at you with a closed mouth smile as he laid on his tummy and looked up at you.

“Okay,” you said, not wanting to ruin this happy bubble.

“Okay then,” Harry nodded, “Lovely. I’ll set an alarm.”

Harry pulled you close immediately after he’d turned off the lights, and instinctively you melted into him. Technically, this was the closest you and Harry had been ever as your bodies were so close to one another and you were staring him down.

He didn’t say anything, almost looked at you in awe as you reached up and ran your fingertips down his face, tracing his features, and, when you got to his lips, he took your hand in his and kissed the palm of your hand. “I like this,” he admitted, “Just me and you here by ourselves.”

“Is it going to change?” you asked.

“Change how?”

“When we leave this flat and this bubble?”

Harry was quiet for a moment before he said, “Probably.”

“How?”

“Well, we won’t be alone anymore. Everyone will want to know what we are and it’ll be kind of annoying. We’ll have to hold hands in public and people will coo over us. PDA is a nightmare.”

You didn’t mind PDA. You weren’t the biggest fan of it, but you appreciated seeing couples every once in a while share affectionate and simple moments. That’s what you wanted with Harry, but you were now too nervous to ask if he found it annoying.

“I like this though,” Harry repeated, “I like that it’s just us.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “Me too.”

“You’re my best friend,” Harry whispered honestly.

He fell asleep quite quickly after that. He drifted off so simply and you weren’t sure what to do. A boy had never fallen asleep on you before, they’d always left after sex for one-night stands. But now you were in this bed with Harry and he liked being alone with you.

It all felt surreal, and suddenly you felt very claustrophobic and hot. Harry had confessed he had some sort of feelings for you, but he also considered you his best friend. What if that wasn’t enough for you? What if this all fell to shit and once again you were left with the burning sensation that you would never truly find the person who loved you more than anything. You wanted someone’s world to stop when you walked into the room, and you knew you deserved it now too.

What if that wasn’t Harry?

It took you three hours to leave. It was two in the morning when you finally did, calling Bea from Harry’s kitchen and whispered, “I need you to pick me up.”

“What?”

“I need you to pick me up. I’m at Harry’s.”

“Can he drive you? I’m a bit tipsy.”

“He’s asleep.”

Bea was quiet for a moment. “What happened?”

“I just …” you sniffled and nibbled on your thumb. “Is anyone okay to drive?”

“I’ll wake up Gav.”

You waited for twenty two minutes and sixteen seconds before you saw Bea’s car outside Harry’s flat. Making sure you had everything, you slipped out the door, running in nothing but Harry’s shirt and boxers in bare feet with all your clothes, heels, and trophy in your hands.

Gav was in the front with both Millie and Bea in the back waiting for you as you slipped in between them.

“What happened?” Bea asked immediately.

“I am a little drunk,” Millie grumbled, “But it has worn off mostly so we promise to hear you.”

You didn’t have to say much as you shrunk into your seat, your lip jutting out a bit as you felt tears form in your eyes. “It’s just all happening so fast,” you whispered, “I don’t think I’m ready.”

You’d pined after a relationship for so long, and in the past five or so months it had been Harry who had been just out of reach. But now, with Harry very in reach and interested, the world had opened up in a way you never thought it ever could. You’d gotten what you thought you wanted, and now your heart felt it was going to explode. You loved Harry, and you knew it deep down, but coming to grips with it was scary considering it was the first time you’d ever truly loved someone, and now he was asleep in his bed thinking his best friend was going to be there when he woke up.

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I think that’s the longest part of any one shot I’ve ever written but ... what’s a girl to do, ya know? Hope this sucker punches right in the feels. One more part to go! Love love love you all dearly!

Part 7 HERE.

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