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party 4 u

Inspirations: party 4 u by charli xcx my queen!!

In this part: smut!! also mean!harry, exes, slight dom!harry, choking (light), slapping (light), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, size kink, belly bulge kink👀 , dirty talk, soft!harry at the end

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Y/N stood with her hip against the kitchen counter, frowning at everyone over her glass, as the lights and music thumped. She'd been stood here for a while, not because she liked the people here - she didn't even know them, or because the food was good - she wasn't hungry. The only thing that rumbled in her belly was a deep, fiery need.

A need to see Harry saunter in through her front door. She was down bad. It had been a month since they'd last seen each other, and as much as Y/N could tell herself she'd thrown his party because she needed to let loose and have fun, she knew the real reason deep down.

He still wasn't here, and now Y/N couldn't remember why they'd fought. Why she'd screamed, and he'd screamed back, and she'd locked him out in the middle of the night. The next day, he had moved out. And honestly, that first week without him, Y/N was happy. She felt free and joyful and embraced her single status. But now everything was different. She wanted to be near him, she wanted to feel his hands on her. Anytime she thought of fucking someone else to satisfy the itch, an ugly pit formed in her stomach.

She'd thought it was very smart to have this party, to invite all their common friends and ask them to bring everyone. She made sure someone texted Harry. But it seemed very much like there was no use. He was nowhere to be seen.

Y/N pushed herself away from the counter, avoiding the calls of some of her friends. Her mood was sour. What could he be doing instead? Y/N felt the snake of jealousy crawl up her chest. She'd been feeling restless enough this entire week, and she'd convinced herself that today was the day Harry and her would finally talk. But now she guessed she'd lie alone in her bed.

Outside the kitchen, people danced and grinded against each other. Y/N wanted to shove every single person outside her house. But she smiled as people pulled her into their groups, and she had no choice but to sway her hips along to the music.

She turned around, throwing her hands above and shaking her head, and then, their eyes met. Y/N's body kept moving, but she felt mentally paralysed. Harry stood in his black jacket at the edge of the room, sipping from a drink, eyeing everyone like they crowd bored him. He smirked, and lifted his drink up at Y/N. She saw his eyes move up and down her body, and every single thing she felt for him came rushing back.

She turned her body back toward the music, trying to ignore the way her entire body buzzed, but her head just wasn’t in it anymore.

He was here. He came.

She felt him before she saw him again - cutting through the crowd like a tide, eyes laser focused on Y/N. His hair had grown out a bit, and his emerald green eyes flashed in the lighting. There was a tingling in her belly, amplifying every minute.

And then he was beside her. He ducked his head to put his mouth next to her ear. "Nice party," he whispered. Y/N forgot how deeply his voice affected her too. She felt his lips almost graze her ear, and the shiver that went through her body was almost shameful.

"Didn't think you'd show up," she said. Huge lie.

Harry cocked a brow at her. "Really? I would say that all you've thought about is me showing up."

"Don't boost your ego too much. I just wanted to let loose."

Harry's face was impassive. With a clench of his jaw, he put his hands on Y/N's waist and turned her around to be pressed up against him. "Why'd you stop dancing then, hm?" He patted her hip. And like she was hypnotised, her hips started slowly moving side to side again. Harry's arms slid all the way around her waist, and he leaned in closer. Y/N felt intoxicated on his smell, mixed in with a bit of whatever drink he'd had.

"Tell me the truth, Y/N," he started, moving along with her. "No call, no text. But this entire house full of people just to run into me. Am I right?"

His fingers wandered underneath her top, pressing lightly at her belly. Y/N contained her groan but let her head fall back into the crook of his neck.

"Only threw this party for me, didn't you?"

Y/N turned around to face him, and she could tell he was just as turned on. She leaned in close, seeing how far she could go, and then her tongue shot out to lick against his jaw. Harry's breath hitched, and Y/N revelled in it.

"You know me so well. Why did you come, Harry?"

Harry's hands slid up her body to her neck. He put a bit of pressure, and Y/N's eyes almost rolled back, but then he went higher up and pressed her cheeks together, making her lips pout.

"Same reason as you I guess. Missed this little bratty mouth." He released her. "That's exactly what you are, right? A little brat, just dying for a bit of attention from me."

Y/N tugged on his shirt. "I could go to anyone..." she started, but he did not let her finish. He grabbed her hand, pulling her with him down the hallway into her room. As the door shut, Y/N was slammed against it, and Harry's mouth was on hers.

Y/N groaned into his mouth as he moved his tongue around dominantly, and bit her lip before releasing her.

"Don’t even think about touching anyone else" he spat out. "You understand?"

Y/N nodded. She was a bit too far gone in her horny state of mind to care about any self respect she had.

"Say it," Harry said. He lightly slapped her cheek with his palm. "Missed this, didn't you? Missed being roughed around by me."

She kept her head nodding. "Yes, Harry, fuck. I'm yours, just please..."

"God, Y/N, already begging. What do you want, hm?" Harry's fingers reached inside her pants. The moment they made contact with her wet, bare pussy, he groaned.

"Fuck, baby. I missed how wet you get." He slipped one finger inside Y/N, and she felt like she was going to burst with bliss. She moved her hips around his finger, head turning away from him, eyes shut tight. It was just one finger, but she felt full and achy already.

"More, please..." she whined, and Harry chuckled meanly. He put another finger inside her and Y/N let out a lewd moan.

“This what you want?” Harry growled, burying his fingers deep inside her until the heel of his palm was pressed tight against her clit. He rotated his hand, slow and deliberate.

Y/N nearly screamed. “Harry—oh my God!" She couldn’t do much but revel in the pleasure rolling through her body. It wasn’t enough. She needed more.

Y/N reached down and pushed his hand away from her pussy. Without a word, Harry brought his fingers up to her mouth, tapping gently at her lips.

“Open up,” he said.

Her mouth parted automatically, and he slid his fingers between her lips. “Suck.”

She wrapped around them, sucking greedily, tasting herself. Harry's free hand came up to wrap around her neck, squeezing possessively. His voice was strained.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so hot. You know that?”

She sucked harder in response, her eyes fluttering shut, needing him in every way.

“I want you,” she whimpered around his fingers, but he understood. He always did.

“You want my cock? Think you deserve it?”

“I’ve been good,” she mumbled.

“Yeah? But can you take it?” he taunted, pulling his fingers from her mouth, eyes dark.

“I can. I will. Harry, please, I’ll do anything. I’ll beg...”

He clapped a hand over her mouth, pressing her back against the wall. “Shut up. I got it,” he hissed. “You’re just needy for my cock, aren’t you? Can’t think about anything else.”

Y/N shook her head frantically, tears of frustration starting to gather in the corners of her eyes. Harry unbuckled his jeans, shoving them down with one hand. Y/N groaned at the sight of his bulge, thick, hard, perfect, and reached for him instantly.

Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and she let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut. She forgot how big he was, how heavy, how deep he could reach inside he, and she needed him now.

Harry leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers as she stroked him once, then twice.

“Hands off,” he warned, voice rough.

She let out a whine of protest.

“You only touch what I tell you to.”

He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them behind her back, pressing her harder into the door. Harry pumped himself a few times and lined himself up to her entrance. Y/N felt like she was on a rollercoaster, waiting for the peak to happen. She felt him nudge her hole with his cock and she jerked forward at the contact.

When he finally pushed in, he was kinder than she'd thought. He didn't slam all the way in, but tortured her with a slow, increasing pace. When he pushed all the way in, Harry slammed his palm on the door behind Y/N.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. His forehead came to rest next to hers, and he stayed still for a second, buried deep inside her. Y/N felt like she had passed out for a second. She didn't think she'd ever felt this full, even they fucked before. She moved her hips around and another noise drew out from Harry.

He pulled back and put his hand against her stomach, pressing lightly. "Fuck, I can feel my cock in here, baby. So deep inside you."

"Oh my god," Y/N whined at the visual. "So fucking deep, feel you everywhere."

Harry suddenly pulled out and jerked his hips forward. Y/N cried out. "Your little belly just swells up with me in it, doesn't it? Tiny little hole you've got. I can tell you didn't let anyone else in here," he said and bought his fingers to strum on her clit.

"Just you," Y/N trembled. "Harry, I'm going to cum," she cried. He said nothing, just increased his strokes. His cock bullied in and out of her pussy which opened up for him nice and easy with how wet she was. The sound of the door rattling behind them accompanied the squelch of his hips snapping at her soaking pussy.

Y/N came suddenly and all at once. She went completely silent and she felt something burst within her. Her eyes rolled back and her head tilted up against the door. Harry continued to hammer in and her pussy squeezed him tight as she came.

Her orgasm only made him go harder. Y/N's hip bone hurt with how hard she was being pressed into the door behind. Harry continued rubbing her clit, and Y/N felt faint. "It's a lot," she whined. "Too big, I can't take it anymore Harry..."

"Aw is it too much for your cunt? Just want your own and be done, huh?"

"Noooo," she cried.

"Bad luck, Y/N. I haven't had your cunt in a month. Gonna have my fill now." He continued thrusting, and Y/N felt the rise of another orgasm.

"Please," she pleaded, not sure if she was begging him to go harder or easier on her.

"You gonna cum again?"

Y/N shook her head no — even though her body said something completely different.

"You will. I wanna feel your cunt squeeze my big cock again. She’s so good to me even after all this time away. You can pretend all you want to hate me, Y/N, but no doubt your little wet pussy missed me a lot."

Y/N was crying now. Tears rolled down her cheeks. This is what she wanted — but she forgot how good, how full, how too much it felt. How deep he got inside her, how her entire body seemed to open up just for him.

Harry periodically slammed his fist against the door. Y/N was sure people knew what was going on behind it — with the way the moans were ripping out of her, the way Harry was fucking them out of her so clearly.

She felt the bubble pop again and she screamed — only to be silenced by Harry stuffing something in her mouth. It was her underwear, she hadn’t even realised when he’d snapped it off her, but it muffled her screams and loud moaning.

Harry was breathing hard and deep. He pulled out of her, and Y/N saw his cock glistening with her juices. She drooled at the sight of his red, angry, pulsing tip.

Harry put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. He tapped her cheek with his wet cock, and Y/N opened her mouth.

"I’m gonna cum in your other hole so you can swallow me into your belly, okay, baby?"

Y/N nodded and opened up wide. Harry grabbed her underwear out of her mouth and threw it behind him. He tapped his cock on her tongue, and a deep moan left him. Y/N wrapped her lips around his cock and moved her head up and down his length. Harry thrust his hips in time with her movements, and in no time, she felt his warm cum flood her mouth.

There was a lot of him, but Harry pressed her mouth down all the way to the base of his cock — and she had no choice but to swallow it all. She kept sucking and trying to lick, she wanted to please him as much as he had her, and she knew what he liked.

Harry pulled out of her, a string of saliva connected his cock to her mouth. He pulled her up, and Y/N was barely able to function with how hard she'd been fucked. Harry let her fall against him.

"My good girl," he cooed, and kissed over her face. "I missed you so much," he said, the roughness leaving his voice. Y/N felt her heart flutter. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him, to walk her to her bed. Harry put Y/N in, and her eyelids fluttered with tiredness.

"Where do we go from here, H?" Y/N mumbled as Harry pulled the covers over her.

"Well for starters, party over. I'm gonna throw everyone out. And next time you want to get fucked just find me, okay?"

Y/N smiled. "Are you gonna stay?"

Harry's face fell. "I don't know, might not be the best idea."

Y/N frowned. "You can't leave after you just fucked me full."

He needed no convincing. Harry nodded. "Fine, baby. Go to sleep. I'll be back."

Y/N snuggled deeper into bed, feeling the soreness all over her body. She knew she was gonna wake up with his head in between her legs.

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this was so hard to smash out for some reason. writing smut is still a bit weird for me lol but anyway hope this was fun!! i couldn't stop thinking of this scene. we love a bit of mean dom h. 🤭

also idk if people who wanted to be tagged for ewh want to be tagged for all posts. so let me know if you want to be tagged for all posts!

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everyone wants him (pt 1)

in which Harry is obsessed with Y/N but she doesn't want anyone to know about them and for good reason

In this part: popular college football star Harry, fluff, Harry being cute & obsessed w Y/N, no warnings i think!

Inspirations: “Slut!” (Taylor’s Version) [From The Vault] by Taylor Swift, Teenage Dirtbag by @freedomfireflies, that nick and priyanka moment when he pulls her chair

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Y/N's textbook disappeared from under her bent over head just as suddenly as she felt her chair being nudged. She gasped, then looked up. And his face in front of her  - it just made sense. Of course it was Harry. She always chose the quietest, most remote place in the library, but he always managed to find her. 

Harry morphed his face into one of fake thoughtfulness as he stared at her textbook. “So, Y/N, true or false? A consistent heuristic is always admissible.”

Y/N groaned. “I would be able to tell you if you would just stop interrupting my studying.” 

He lowered the book and looked right at her. He was still a bit sweaty, which meant he was off doing some football thing. 

“You like when I interrupt your studying,” he said, his grin returning and Y/N felt her own face betray her by breaking into a smile. 

“I do not. I’m seriously going to fail my exams.”

He pulled the chair beside hers and collapsed into it. “You are not. You’re gonna ace the exam.”

“How do you know? Have you seen the paper?” Y/N retorted. 

Harry placed the book back in front of her and rested his chin on his palm. “No, but I’ve seen you. It’s gonna go great.”

Y/N smiled at his compliment. “How was football?”

“Boring. Missed you.” 

“Oh? Did you miss my obnoxiously loud cheering or my incredibly helpful tips on kicking technique?”

Harry chuckled. “You have no idea how it works, do you? No one cheers in practice.”

Y/N shrugged. "Maybe they should. Might help you kick the ball better."

Harry’s mouth tugged at the corner. “Come here,” he said, gentler than before, and reached forward to drag her chair closer to him. He lifted a hand up to her face, carefully cradling her jaw, making her eyes meet his. 

“That’s better,” he said, and leaned forward, lips pressing at the corner of her mouth. 

Y/N smiled, her hands reaching up to rest on his waist. “You really did miss me, huh?”

She felt his breath on her neck. “Always, Y/N.” 

Y/N felt warm and bubbly inside. These days, Harry seemed to get more and more… needy. There was no other word for it. He kept finding her at random moments in the day, he kept saying how much he missed her everytime they weren’t together. She never felt the way she did when she was with Harry. In the two months they’d started this, he’d more than proved to her that he was sincere, but everytime he was even slightly affectionate Y/N felt her defenses go up. His touches and his affection made her incredibly giddy, but it also made her feel guilty. And sad. And terrified. 

Two months ago, when she’d let this wonderful, talented, golden boy kiss her, she’d made him promise no one could find out about them. About her. And at first Harry seemed to understand, he almost agreed. His teammates were assholes, Y/N’s classmates were huge gossips, and she honestly just thought he was too good for her. This is what she’d believed: she was easy and lonely, he was bored and famous. No cared about her, everyone cared about him. 

But she didn’t think that was true anymore. Or at least, most times she didn’t. Harry was wonderful to her. Sometime it almost felt like she was hurting him by not letting him be with her around other people. But she was scared that once they let it out, he would realise what he was actually missing out on, all the other wonderful people he could be spending time with instead of this girl whom he made his entire day revolve around. 

There was a rustle behind them and Y/N suddenly remembered where they were. Who she was. She pulled away suddenly. Her cheeks reddened and she tried to subtly  glanced around. She felt Harry gently squeeze her fingers where they were intertwined with his, and as she turned back to him the look on his face was slightly worried. 

“Sorry,” Y/N murmured, “for being so paranoid. I just - ”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Harry replied. “I understand. It would be absolutely shameful for you to be seen with me.”

Y/N’s jaw fell open, but then she saw the look on Harry’s face, his wide grin, crinkles near his eyes, and she swatted his arm. “I hate you.”

“Liar,” he said, and pulled his chair out to stand. “I need to go shower and then head to class.”

Y/N nodded. “I need to study the shit out of this textbook.”

“Don’t worry your pretty self too much.” He bent down and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Y/N nodded and watched him walk away. She couldn’t focus on any studying for a while after he’d left. 

****

At night, his call was unexpected. Y/N was at her table, stress clouding her mind, considering just going to bed and going over the material she was trying to revise in the morning. When her phone rang, she groaned, because the last thing she wanted to do was speak to someone. 

Except the person who’d actually phoned her. Just his name on her phone had improved her mood entirely. 

“Hey,” she said. 

“Y/N,” Harry’s voice came from the other end, slightly grainy due to the terrible service on campus, but she could hear his smile through it. 

“You good?” she asked. 

“Now I am,” he said, and she swore her insides fluttered. “Were you about to sleep?” he asked.

“No, not really.”

“Okay so listen, I was thinking if you’d be up for something.”

Y/N plopped down on her bed. “Okay, I’m listening.”

Harry cleared his throat at the other end. “There’s this game next weekend. It’s here as well, and super important. You probably don’t want to know about the leagues stuff, but if we win we could get into the finals for the next season.”

Y/N felt her heart lurch. She knew where this was going. “Okay, and?”

“And, there is this after party later.”

“Right.”

“Which I would have to attend.”

“Because it would be for the team in which you play, yes.”

“And also because we would win.”

“Oh? How do you know you’ll win?”

“If you will come to the party with me, I’ll win it.”

Y/N was silent. She knew what her answer was gonna be, but she didn’t know how she would make him accept it. 

“Harry…” she started, her voice already lacking conviction. 

“Okay, listen, I know. I know,” Harry scrambled in the aftermath of her reply. “I get it, Y/N. But think about it - it’s gonna be a huge party, no one is really going to care about us. And I really want my friends to know you. My life would be so much simpler if I could talk about you to my friends. Because I always want to fucking talk about you. I feel like I need to keep it in all the time.”

Y/N smiled sadly. She imagined Harry lying on his back with his arms folded beneath his head, phone lying next to him on the pillow. Or on his side, phone clutched in both hands, expectantly waiting for her to say yes. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said. 

He sighed at the other end. “Whatever you’re worried about Y/N, I’m not going to let it happen,”

“I don’t - It’s just  - we both know everyone is gonna be confused seeing us together and I just don’t want to -”

“We don’t even have to be together!” Harry said, excitedly. “I mean, if you just came, we could just stay apart. Can’t promise I’ll be able to, though. But we could sneak around and no one has to see. I would just love it if you came.”

Y/N felt  a little ache in her bones. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I want,” Harry said. 

The entire night Y/N kind of tossed and turned around in her bed. She could never really explain to herself fully why she was so paranoid about them. Y/N felt like she had been stringing Harry along, even though they both knew that wasn’t really true. 

She was just simply scared of a repeat of last year, which she thought was a very valid fear. She never really spoke to anyone about it except her parents. Y/N shuddered at the small flashbacks she got. She wondered if all of Harry’s teammates still remembered. And how had Harry never even known about her? She had become a private joke for them. They way she’d let Jacob treat her… Y/N had sworn to never let it happen again. And now she was putting herself in that exact situation.

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The next day, she met Harry in the parking lot outside the cafe.

"What are you doing next weekend?" he had a smug grin on his face and Y/N just knew he was not going to take no as an answer. She had to just get through it.

"I have no plans yet. Are you proposing something?"

He turned her away from the side of the cafe and put his arms around her waist, drawing her close.

"What if I am? Will you say yes?"

Y/N's eyebrows raised. "Propose first."

Harry stepped away from her and got down on one knee. Y/N feigned surprise, hands flying up to cover her mouth.

"My darling Y/N, will you make me the happiest man alive and come to the afterparty with me, but kind of not with me, on Saturday? "

Y/N couldn't help but beam down at his honest, beautiful face even as everything inside her still remembered the horrible feelings she had felt.

"Yes, Harry. Yes, I will."

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omg omg omg my first post ever. i am so excited for pt 2 hopefully i can actually write it soon. i have no idea how to do this but i really wanted to start!

also, read the second part to this here !

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everyone wants him (pt 2)

read pt 1 here.

in which Y/N goes to Harry's party but things go terribly wrong and her worst fear comes true

In this part: mentions of violence, description of past bullying, mean comments directed at y/n, y/n confronting her bullies so descriptions of fear and anxiety

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Y/N had spent too much time getting ready. This party was all she’d been thinking about. Harry had wanted to come pick her up, but she’d refused point blank because she knew he would be busy with all the attention after the game. And while Y/N didn’t know much about football, unbeknownst to Harry she’d gone to watch his game. He was surreal in his normal life, but he was literal magic on the field. 

Her heart soared every time someone cheered loudly for him, which was often. She felt a kind of thrill seeing him on the field, being a spectacle for so many people, knowing that he would return to her at the end of the day. Every time sweat ran down his face and he lifted his shirt to wipe it off, Y/N felt like everyone could see it on her face - the way she blushed, the way she wanted nothing more than to shove him into her room and never let them leave.

When they’d won, Harry’s face glowed with a wild kind of happiness. Y/N let her worries momentarily melt away at the thought of meeting him soon as she sneaked back to her room. 

Now it was nearing the time to go, and the nervousness was back. She grabbed her coat and stepped out of her building, her bare legs immediately feeling the slight breeze. They’d been able to book an entire room in a club for the party. Y/N had rolled her eyes when Harry had told her. Of course the university had money for every single party the mens football team wanted to throw but never for things like improving campus food or funding student campaigns.  

Her uber dropped her right outside, and then there was no going back. Quite a few people hung outside smoking and chatting, with drinks in their hands. Some regarded her with curiosity, others cared too less. She made her way inside, already feeling the music flow through her entire body. 

She’d texted Harry that she’d arrived, but with the way that the crowd of admirers were hanging around the players near the center of the room, she figured she’d have to wait her turn.

He was a star tonight, after all. 

It didn’t take long to spot him. Harry stood laughing animatedly, drink in hand. He was surrounded by people - friends clapping him on the back, girls looking at him with want and admiration, strangers shaking hands with him. Y/N recognised some of his teamates - their sneering faces were burned in in the back of her mind - but right now they all looked to Harry like he was the sun. He’d changed after his game into a white t-shirt and jeans, and Y/N wondered not for the first time how he looked so good in everything without even trying. 

Even from the other end of the room, she kept her eyes trained on him, hoping he’d somehow look at her. Almost as if he felt her gaze, his eyes met hers and Y/N’s stomach twisted. Harry's whole face lit up, eyebrows raised, smile spitting his face. He raised his hand in a wave and Y/N lifted her drink in response. 

Through the crowds, Harry tried to make his way over to her, but it was impossible for him to not get stopped by people wanting to congratulate him. She could see the flicker of frustration on his face, but he took it all with unrivalled kindness. 

Y/N laughed softly under her breath at his annoyance just as someone jostled her hard from the side, an unavoidable consequence of being in such a crowded room. She stumbled, caught herself, and when she looked back up, Harry was gone. 

She frowned immediately, and looked around again. Then, a gentle hand on her waist, a tug on her wrist, and Harry was in front of her. 

“Y/N,” he said, a little bit in awe. “You came.” His speech was slightly slurred. 

“I said I would. Congrats on the win, Harry” she said breathlessly. 

“God, baby, you look beautiful.” He leaned forward to touch his forehead to hers.

And this was how she knew he was definitely drunk. He’d ignored her congratulations. Also, a while ago she had told him she hated being called nicknames. For a while he teased her by calling her every name imaginable. But then she made it clear how much she disliked it, so he stopped. But when he was drunk, or they were just waking up, when he was never fully lucid, it slipped out sometimes. 

“You look good too, Harry.” she said. “Are you having fun?”

“It’s so nice,” he said. “Wish you could’ve come seen me play. Everyone is saying I was a force to be decked with.”

Y/N laughed. “Reckoned with,” she corrected him. “And I’m sure you were.” 

They stayed pressed together for a minute and then Harry pulled away from her suddenly. “I need to go meet some people. You want to come with?”

Y/N shook her head. “I think I’ll go get another drink. Come find me again, okay?”

Harry nodded. He was too happy and blissed out to insist she come with him. “Don’t go where I can’t see,” he slurred, and then was off. 

Y/N sighed. So far, everything had been good. She’d felt selfish for being so worried about her own problems when she should have been happier for Harry. Y/N decided to step out for a bit to get some air. The club was a maze and the absolutely insane number of people in it were no help. She got pushed into the middle of a group of people heading into one of the rooms and just had to go with it. They ended up in one of the quieter rooms, with a few people just bopping their heads to the music. Y/N froze at the sight of those people. 

She should’ve known. There was no way she could come to a football party and avoid running into these people. Harry’s words from a few days earlier rang in her head. 

Whatever you’re worried about Y/N, I’m not going to let it happen.

Y/N immediately turned around at the sight of Jacob and his little bitch Trent standing amongst a group of other people. Her throat felt dry at the panic she was feeling, but she tried to breathe deep and make it out of the room. 

“Is that who I think it is?” came Jacob’s loud thundering voice from behind her. Y/N almost tripped on her way out. She could hear the smirk in his voice, just like an year ago. She ignored him, steeling herself, but she felt something clasp her arm tightly and pull her back. 

“Ow!” she exclaimed, turning around to face him. Jacob looked amused at the sight of her, and standing a step behind, Trent had the same look on his face. 

“Wow Y/N. Honestly I have to respect the confidence.”

“Let me go,” she gritted out. Now that she was actually face to face with him, she felt anger more than fear. Anger at herself, at him, for how he’d manipulated her. How he’d gotten into her mind and hurt her with his words. 

Her mom had said it was a form of quite serious bullying. An year ago, she’d started speaking to Jacob at some random party. He was charming—too charming—and after some time, he’d won her over with his fake sweetness. For a week, he’d acted like a gentleman, saying all the right things, making her feel special. Finally, she’d slept with him. Y/N remembered being in bed, lying next to him, feeling hopeful and excited and content. The next week too passed almost blissfully. She'd thought that Jacob was perfect. The next time she spent the night at his was just as good, but the morning to follow was one of the worst in her life. The way he had switched on her, and the comments his friends would just not stop making… it was clearly bullying. It went on for two months, them harassing her every chance they got until it messed with Y/N’s head so much that she fell seriously ill and stopped going anywhere for fear of running into those people. It became so bad that she had to go back home to her parents for a bit. When she came back, they seemed to suddenly not care much at all. Things became kind of normal. She just didn’t want to be known at all, by anyone. 

Until Harry. And Y/N was so, so afraid. But he was nothing like Jacob and his friends. She had been meaning to tell him about it, how Jacob had treated her, why she avoided any association with Harry because of that.

And now, she needed Harry more than ever. Jacob continued to glare at her like he had just found his prey. 

“Did you miss me, Y/N?”

She shook her head, trying to wriggle free. Jacob let her go with a bit of a push and she stumbled. 

“I knew you’d come back for your five minutes of fame. Wasn’t it enough last time?” Jacob continued. Y/N backed away, but they had her trapped with no way out. Trent stood on the other side, towards the exit. Y/N shuddered. 

Over the months, she had cursed them over and over, but now none of it came to her head. 

“You guys seriously need to get some help. What you did was in no way funny,” she said, trying to make her voice firm. 

“Yeah, you had go back to your mummy, didn’t you?” Trent snickered. 

“Shut up you little shit,” Y/N snapped. “Have you ever made a decision for yourself in your entire life?” 

Trent’s eyes narrowed, and Jacob’s hand closed around her jaw to turn her head to him. “Watch your mouth, baby,” Jacob said, smiling sweetly at her. “Are you here to find someone else to screw?”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but there was some shuffling near them, and suddenly Harry was there, shoving Jacob away roughly. The air came back into Y/N’s body.

“Harry!” she exclaimed with relief. 

“Get your hands off her! The fuck is going on?” Harry said, his eyes blazing. They stopped at Y/N and her shaken state. He reached forward, touching her face lightly. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

Y/N swore she could physically feel the delight that Jacob felt in that moment. 

“Oh I see!” he exclaimed, hands clapping together in mock excitement. “Styles, you’ve picked a good one.”

No, Y/N thought. No no no. 

Harry’s eyes narrowed at Jacob. He took Y/N’s hand in his, pulling her behind him. “What the fuck are you saying, Jacob?”

Y/N pulled Harry’s arm. “Let’s just go, Harry. I’ll explain everything.” 

“No,” Harry said resolutely. “If Jacob has anything to say he can say it to me,”

“You’re misreading the situation. Let’s just go.” Y/N pulled him again, but he held his ground. 

Jacob laughed. “Let me warn you Styles, she’s going to get a bit too much.”

Y/N felt Harry tense. He turned to her. “You know him?” he said softly, but enough for Trent and Jacob to hear. 

A laugh. “Quite intimately, in fact,” Jacob answered. Y/N winced and Harry’s grip on her arm tightened. 

“Y/N?” 

“Please, Harry. I’m begging. He’s making me really uncomfortable.”

A muscle ticked in Harry’s jaw. “What the fuck did you say to her?” he spat at Jacob. 

“Why don’t you ask her yourself? I’m sure you guys must be spending quite some intimate time alone.”

And that was it. Y/N freed herself from Harry’s grip and speedwalked out the venue. She did not even attempt to stop the tears that fell from her eyes. She’d promised herself she’d never let herself feel like that ever again. And while Harry had given her all the good things she could’ve imagined, being there with him while Jacob talked like that about something that was none of his business made her sick. She’d known it would have been a mistake to come. She shouldn’t have. 

She felt the air greet her as she reached the exit. Behind her, there was a commotion beginning, and before Y/N could even make it out of the club she heard the chorus of drunk people chanting. “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

Y/N stopped in her tracks. Her head pulsed furiously.  She leaned against a pillar and drew in deep gulps of air. When she turned back around, she saw Harry making his way out amongst the crowd, head frantically turning around looking for her. His hair was tousled, and the hem of his t-shirt was bunched, like it had just been in someone's fist. 

When he saw her, his steps became more urgent. She saw him mouth her name but the sound did not reach her. What could Jacob have said to him? Her worst fear was coming true. She shook her head, then turned around and walked away, for the first time in her life wanting to be away from him. 

****

this one is much more about y/n and her past bullying experience, i think more will be revealed in the next part, but bullying of any kind is a serious issue that could affect people in many different ways!

thanks for making it through so far <3

[practistyles]

drunk

(everyone wants him extra)

In which Y/N drunk calls Harry while on a night out and he comes running. (based on this ask. thanks!!)

word count: 1.1 k

series masterlist here.

Y/N rarely ever got drunk. She’d told Harry that she hated the peer pressure that came with, the idea that you could only have fun with alcohol in your system. This is why she didn’t really like partying, because you rarely ever found sober people there. Y/N usually found it entertaining to be the only sober person in a room, but only for a little while. 

And Harry hugely respected that. He was all for a good party, and obviously he would love it always if Y/N came with him, but she had her own thing going on and anyway he liked having her all to himself most of all. 

Today the roles were switched. Y/N told him that she was having a night out with her friends, and Harry didn’t expect to feel so excited for her. She’d expressed nervousness about it before, so he was really happy that she was trying it out with her friends, who she’d said were party animals. 

Harry decided to go all in for this reversal of roles, and decided to spend the night in his room, scrolling on his phone, maybe trying to finally start writing his paper that was due next week. 

And then his phone rang, loud and jarring in the silence of his room. He reached for his phone on his sidetable, and his heart did that usual soaring thing when he saw Y/N’s name. 

He answered, slightly confused, because it was almost one thirty in the night and she should be out there dancing. 

“Hello?”

“Harryyy,” Y/N’s voice said from the other end. Her voice was slurred and higher pitched than it usually was. He heard some kind of chanting in the background. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asked.

“I can’t find you,” she said, sounding deeply betrayed. “I looked everywhere and you’re just not here.”

Harry blinked. “Well, baby, that’s because I’m at home. Remember? You went out tonight?”

There was a long pause, then she said, “Oh. That makes sense.”

He was already out of bed, grabbing his jeans. “Are you having fun at least?”

“Nooo,” she groaned. “It’s kind of hard to stand and I wanted to say hi to you.”

“What?” Harry said. He looked around for his keys, ready to leave the house. “Are your friends with you?”

“No, this man is not my friend.” 

Harry felt a kind of panic forming in his chest. “Y/N. What man?”

“I told him you’re a boxer with huge muscles!” she giggled. Then, she whispered, “Can you bring me your big gloves?”

Harry snorts. “I’m not a boxer.”

“Well, he doesn’t know that.”

He put his shoes on and stepped out his door. “Where are you?”

“I’m right here! I’m waving. Can you see me?”

“God,” Harry groaned. “Go into your phone and into my messages and send me your location, okay? Can you do that?” He knew it was a reach. 

“Oh my god, Harry! There is a shiny dog here. He’s so cute. Can we take him with us?”

“Okay, stay put. I’m coming to get you.” Harry assumed she was in the club next to the statue of Dixie The Dog. He wondered how he would convince her that they couldn’t steal a statue.

*****

He got his flatmate Zayn’s car, and when he drove up he found her sitting on the pavement with her hands over her knees. She brightened up at the sight of him, and Harry parked at the side of the road and stepped out. 

“My boyfriend!” Y/N said loudly. A few heads nearby turned, some of them even the girls Y/N had come out with. One of the girls came over to them. “Hey, are you Harry?” Harry nodded as Y/N clung onto his arm. 

“Look, Anna! He’s here. Isn’t he so pretty?”

Anna smiled. “She’s been asking for you for the last hour. Said that you were gonna beat up someone for her?”

Harry nodded solemly. “Sounds about right.”

“She’s all yours.”

“Unfortunately,” he muttered under his breath, but he smiled. “Thanks.” 

Harry held onto her waist and guided her to the car. He tried looking around for the ‘man’ Y/N mentioned, but there was not many people around. 

“Harry,” Y/N started again, slightly swaying. Harry held onto her tighter. 

“Yes, baby.” 

“I want to get married.”

Harry chuckled. “Okay.”

“It’s going to be beautiful. You’ll cry.” 

“I bet.” He opened the car door for her and guided her in, but she turned around to face him instead, crowded up against the car. She leaned forward with puckered lips to kiss his nose. 

“Hi,” she whispered and then broke out into little giggles. Harry smiled. He felt suddenly overwhelmed with affection for this girl. He leaned froward to bump their noses. 

“I can’t believe you like me,” Y/N whispered to herself, but Harry felt almost sad at her words. He cradles her jaw in his palm and lifted her face up. “I much, much more than like you, Y/N.” He hoped he sounded sincere to her hazy mind. 

She smiled brightly, then said. “You have to be the husband. I will not marry if you are not the husband.”

Harry laughed. She won’t even remember this, but she’d just asked him to marry her. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. “Gladly, Y/N. I would love to be your husband.”

Y/N gasped dramatically. “You’re only twenty one!” 

“You’re the one who asked me,” Harry shrugged. “Now can we go?”

Y/N nodded, and then got into the car. 

On the short drive back, she kept asking Harry random questions, then she kept apologising for dragging him out of bed.

“Sorry you had to come get me.”

“Are you kidding?” he said. “This is the most fun I’ve had all week.”

He took her to his place and tucked her onto the couch while he grabbed a glass of water. She squinted at it like it offended her.

She frowned at it. “I want to eat something.” 

“Okay, I have some fruit if you want. But you need to drink this first.”

“No.”

“Drink it before I pour it on your head.” Y/N took the glass from him but rolled her eyes. 

Soon, she was curled up under his arm in bed, her makeup smudged, hair a mess, but comfortable in Harry’s clothes. She looked like the msot adorable thing ever to him.

“Thanks for picking me up,” she mumbles. “You’re my favourite person.” She yawned. 

“I know. Go to sleep, darling.” he replies, brushing a kiss to her forehead.

She lifts her head to grin. “Were you worried?”

“A bit. You call me at 1 am screeching in the middle of the road.”

“But you like rescuing me,” she says, sleepy. “You can do it anytime you want.”

“I do,” he murmurs. “But next time, don’t try and steal a dog statue, okay?”

She giggles again, already half-asleep. “No promises.”

****

thanks anon for the idea. this was so fun to write!

[practistyles]

everyone wants him MASTERLIST

college au series in which Harry is a popular football player and is in a secret relationship with Y/N

part 1 : in which Harry is obsessed with Y/N but she doesn't want anyone to know about them and for good reason

part 2 : in which Y/N goes to Harry's party but things go terribly wrong and her worst fear comes true

part 3: in which Harry feels strongly protective of Y/N and they establish how much they mean to each other

Extras:

take a break - in which Y/N is very stressed and Harry forces her to take a break

drunk - in which Y/N calls Harry drunk and he comes to get her

[practistyles]

take a break

(everyone wants him extra)

In which Y/N is really stressed and Harry forces her to take a break

991 words

Y/N hated everything about her anxiety - but the thing she hated the most was how physical it got. The entire day she felt she would throw up at any moment, her head pulsed every time she moved, and her fear was a physical entity living inside her chest. It didn’t help that Y/N had had three cups of coffee to keep herself up. She fucking hated unversity. It felt like as much as she kept trying, they kept testing her. Y/N had never been one to burn out or overwork herself. But ever since she started university, it felt like that was all she did. She was struggling to keep her friendships intact, she got homesick more often than not. Her only saving grace was Harry. She tried to keep him as close to her as possible, but he was a person of his own. And she was a bit grateful for that too, because with the amount of work she had due it would have been very dangerous to have Harry in the room with her.

She sat at her table, desk lamp casting the room in a faint glow, the work weighing up on her shoulders.

“You’ve been in that position since I left this morning,” a voice said. Y/N turned around in her chair to see Harry leaned against her open door, arms crossed.

“Go away,” she grumbled.

Harry did not listen, and came into her room. He collapsed onto her bed dramatically. “I bought snacks.” Y/N then noticed the bag he carried with him.

She raised her brows. “Are those…?”

“Alma’s cookies,” Harry grinned victoriously. “She put in extra when I told her they were for you.”

Y/N turned back to her work. “Hm. She loves me a lot.”

“No, I think it’s me that she loves.” Harry said. There was shuffling, and then he was right next to her, his hand hovering over her laptop screen, ready to close it. Y/N reached out in blind panic to stop him.

“I will literally murder you,” she said.

“That’s kind of hot. I’ll take it,” Harry said with a grin, gently pulling his hand away from hers. “Come lie down with me for a bit.”

Y/N didn’t even look up. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Harry.”

“Do you realise what you’re saying no to?”

She sighed. “Yes, I’m saying no to wasting time I could be using to actually finish my work.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Wasting time? You wound me.”

“Harry, I cannot take a break. In fact, even this is too much for me.”

“You’re two minutes away from literally fainting. Come on,” Harry said. He spun her chair around to make her face him. Y/N’s head spun at the sudden movement, and she closed her eyes in a wince.

“Fuck, Y/N, when was the last time you even ate?” Harry said, concerned, as he held onto her knees and dropped down in front of her.

“I did have lunch,” Y/N said weakly. Her resolve was melting the more she thought of lying in her comfortable bed with Harry next to her. “Stress just really makes me lightheaded.”

“You always worry too much,” Harry tutted. “Let’s take a break, please. You deserve that. And I missed you.”

Y/N smiled. “I missed you too. I always do. I just have so much to do.”

“And you’ve been doing it since forever. So hanging out with your clingy boyfriend for like fifteen minutes will only refresh your mind.”

Boyfriend. Y/N’s insides glittered. He was too irresistible. She got up and threw herself onto her bed.

“Want a massage?” Harry offered, grabbing her foot in his hands. But she shook him off and gestured for him to lie next to her.

“Not from you. Come here,” she said, and he very readily obliged.

They snuggled together, Harry positioning her under him. He bought his hands up to her head and rubbed at her temples in gentle circles.

“That feels so good,” Y/N mumbled.

“I wish you didn’t work yourself out like this so often,” Harry said softly. Y/N was lying with her back to his chest but she could hear the frown in his voice.

“It’s productive,” she said.

Harry scoffed. “It’s not. Not when you feel half dead by the end of the day.”

Y/N smiled. “I have a boyfriend who takes very good care of me,”

“Oh?” Harry said. He smoothed his palm over her hair, stroking gently. “Well, he hates seeing you stressed. He always wants to see you smile.”

“Oh my god, you just referred to yourself in the third person. I’m breaking up with you.”

“No way. I’m never letting you go,” he said and put his arms around her.

“You said fifteen minutes. I think we’re done with five already.”

Harry groaned. “Fifteen minutes starting now. And you can’t move. Or talk about work. Or think about your work.”

“Can I cry about my work?”

“You could. Or we could just continue to talk about how good of a boyfriend I am.”

Y/N laughed out loud and turned around to face him. She kind of hated lying with her face away from him. “The best boyfriend. Thanks, Harry.”

His eyes softened. “For what, Y/N?”

She reached up to touch his eyebrow and smooth it out. “For reminding me to take a break, but also for everything. For being you. For letting me be near you.”

Harry kissed her just as she said the last word. His lips were soft against hers, warm and comforting just as he was. “I should be thanking you. I’m always here, okay? We’re always gonna be here together.”

Y/N felt those words deep in her bones. She couldn’t remember why she had been so worried, why she had thought her life was about to fall apart when actually it was right here - soft and warm and curly haired in her arms, glowing softly in her dim room lighting.

****

😭😭😭😭I love them. finals season is beating my ass rn. I have so many ideas but so less time.

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[practistyles]

everyone wants him (pt 3)

read pt 1, pt 2

in which Harry feels strongly protective of Y/N and they establish how much they mean to each other

In this part: mentions of violence, description of past bullying, description of anxiety, a bit of revenge

2.1k words

Realistically, she could not walk back to campus. Her heels were not the most comfortable, it was getting kind of cold, and her brain function wasn’t at its peak. Y/N didn’t know if she was shivering because of her confrontation with Jacob or the cold.  

There were footsteps behind her, the sound of Harry’s sneakers hitting the road, but Y/N kept moving on. She wanted to be as far away from Jacob as possible. 

“Y/N!” Harry called. It took everything in her not to turn back. She crossed her arms and hunched up her shoulders, lightly shaking her head.

“Y/N, please wait,” he said again. His voice was more frantic and breathless this time, and Y/N whirled around. Harry stopped in his tracks. He looked quite shaken and worried. Beneath his jaw there was a red mark blooming and his t-shirt looked rumpled and shaken. 

“Did he hurt you?” Y/N asked. 

Harry shook his head once, scoffing. “Couldn’t if he wanted to.”

“So you hurt him.”

“I wanted to,” he admitted, voice low. “But I doubt one punch was enough to make a difference.”

“Are you insane?” Y/N stepped closer to him, her voice raising a bit. She didn’t know where the anger was coming from, and why she was directing it at him. “Couldn’t they kick you out of the team for that?”

“Don’t care.” He slowly walked closer to her until they were standing face to face. “Is it true? That you had to go back home because of him?” 

Y/N felt a tear roll down her cheek that she hastily wiped. “I mean I guess if you get off the team for a bit it wouldn’t be the worst. No more practice all day.”

“Don’t do that,” Harry said. He let the silence stretch between them, giving her a chance to answer without deflecting. When she didn’t, he asked gently, “Will you tell me about it Y/N? Please?”

“Tell you what?” she asked, even though she knew. 

“About what he did.”

“Harry, I - ”

“You don’t have to right now, okay? Let me please just get us a cab and take you home, and we can talk about it later. Whenever you want.”

Y/N nodded, and it was like a new life had come into Harry. He got his phone out and called them a ride back to his place. “Stay here, I’m gonna go get our coats.”

In the cab, with her coat wrapped tightly around her, Y/N let Harry tuck her into his side. He was being a bit dramatic, she thought, but she let it pass because his warmth seeping into her was the most comforting thing she’d felt all night.

Back at his flat, Y/N moved with a kind of familiarity she hadn’t even realised she’d developed. She’d chosen some of Harry’s clothes to change into, and when she came out of the bathroom Harry was sitting on his bed, waiting for her. 

“Damn,” he said with a smirk. “Didn’t even get to take that dress off you.”

“Shut up,” Y/N rolled her eyes. She got in next to him and lifted herself up so she was sitting with her knees up, back against the headboard. 

“Hey,” Harry said as he shuffled over to sit next to her, their shoulders pressed against each other. 

“Hey yourself,” Y/N turned her head to look at him. God, he’s so beautiful, she thought. His face was so close to hers that she could hear him breathe lightly through his mouth. 

“I feel like we’re in middle school right now,” she blurted. 

“Really? How so?” 

“I don’t know, we’re sitting like awkward school kids right now.”

In an instant, Harry had his hands on her waist and repositioned them so she was sitting on his lap with his legs stretched out. 

“This better for you? I’m having really un-middle school like thoughts right now,”

Y/N laughed at him incredulously. “How fucking horny are you? Jesus.”

Harry laughed and then pulled her down with him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. Her head was right against his chest, and she felt his heartbeat under her ear.

"Not too bad."

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" he asked.

"Not particularly."

"Okay," he said simply.

Y/N lifted her head to look at him, her eyebrows raised. "Really? You don’t want to know?"

"I want to, more than anything. But I don’t want to force you. I already feel bad enough that you couldn’t tell me earlier."

Y/N winced. "I didn’t mean to hide anything from you, Harry. I promise."

"Something as important as you having dated my teammate?"

"We didn’t date," Y/N snapped. Just the implication made her upset.

"Then?"

"He… God, I can’t believe I fell for it."

Harry remained silent, encouraging her to go on.

"We met, and then he was this amazing, absolutely perfect guy to me for a while. So I slept with him. Because I thought... I thought that would make him like me more," Y/N said. "But that wasn’t true. It’s not true for anyone or anything. You shouldn’t feel like you need to do certain things to make people like you. Especially not sex."

Harry rubbed his thumb at the base of her spine in small, gentle circles—which was, frankly, the only thing that kept Y/N from breaking down. She’d never voiced these things out loud in this way, even to her mother, who was the only other person who knew about the details.

"So yeah, we fucked, and then he completely switched on me.  That morning, he kicked me out. He’d demanded I get my things and leave. When I left his room, all of his friends were sitting outside. I think that’s what he wanted—just to sleep with me. And because I was dumb enough to fall for it, the entire team thought it was really funny and reminded me of it all the fucking time."

Harry pressed to her to him tighter. “I’m so sorry Y/N,” he said, his voice strained. Y/N shook her head, now nuzzling further into his side. She felt the beginnings of shame starting to blossom in her chest, and she wanted to hide her face—but Harry wasn’t having any of it. He lifted her chin gently, then leaned down to press his lips to her forehead, then her temple, then down her cheek.

"What did they do? After?" 

 She let out a shaky breath. "It felt like they were everywhere I went. They’d find me at lunch, whistle at me in passing, keep displacing my things. His friends would come over and talk about me and Jacob. They’d make these gestures and touch each other’s faces like they were mocking us..."  She trailed off. "It was just really humiliating."

Y/N felt the rage radiating off Harry.

 "I'm gonna murder them all," he gritted out.

"No," Y/N sniffed. "No. There’s no point. I’m over it. It’s fine. It doesn’t—”

"It does matter, Y/N. And it’s the least fine thing ever. You didn’t deserve it."

"I know," Y/N said softly. "I know that now."

They stayed silent for a bit. Y/N knew Harry was trying to control his anger for her sake.

“How come I never knew?” Harry muttered.

“I don’t know, but that’s what I was scared about,” she admitted. “That you knew what happened last year and were just hanging around me for the laughs.”

Harry let out a shaky breath. “Fuck. I wish I knew then. God, I can’t believe I was just out there living my life while you were being fucking bullied.”

Y/N wiped her cheek against his shirt. It was getting damp with her tears falling onto it, but he didn’t seem to care or notice.

“Are you going to start crying now?” Y/N joked, noticing his shaky breath and pitched voice.

“I kind of want to, but I want to take care of you more.”

“Now that I think of it, I’ve actually never seen you cry. Sharing emotional moments builds trust amongst people.”

Harry smiled down at her. “Okay, baby. You can make me cry whenever you want.” 

“Don’t call me that,” Y/N muttered into his neck, but her heart was ablaze. 

Harry stroked her hair as he huffed out a laugh. “Is that why you never wanted anyone to know about us?”

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I - it wasn’t fair to you.”

“No, Y/N. Stop saying sorry,” he stroked her hair. It seemed like he couldn’t stop touching her. “I get it. I’m just really mad you even felt the need to hide.”

Y/N frowned. She felt her heart crack a bit as she said this, “I would - I mean - I get if you wouldn’t want to do this anymore.” 

“What?” Harry said. “Did you seriously just say that?” He slid lower on the bed, letting Y/N slide with him, and then turned her over so she was lying facing him. He slid his legs in between hers, and then pulled her in closer by the waist. 

“I’ve tried really hard to hide it Y/N, because you said so, but I literally do not give a fuck about anything except you.” 

Y/N almost shivered at the intensity in his eyes. 

“We don’t have to hide anymore. Because if someone gives you shit about anything, you come to me. I’ll deal with it, okay? And if you aren’t ready, if you want to be private for a bit longer, we can do that too. But we’re not ending this. I won’t survive it.”

Y/N smiled. “Neither will I.”

“Good,” Harry said. 

They lay there for a bit, until Y/N’s eyes started to flutter closed, and then Harry was getting up to put a blanket on her. Her last memory of that night was Harry pressing a kiss to her forehead and entwining their fingers. She woke up feeling lighter than she ever had, even though Harry was quite literally lying on top of her, his arms stretched out over her head. The morning light had taken off the seriousness of last night. 

“Wake up, you gorilla,” she muttered sleepily, trying to shove him off. 

Harry only slightly budged. He simply cracked open one eye and moved his arm to scratch Y/N’s thigh. 

“Ow!” she shrieked. “What was that for?”

“This,” Harry said with a grin, and then flipped them over. 

Y/n groaned. “You are literally a child.”

Harry put is arm around her. “Go back to sleep.” And he didn’t let her get up until her stomach started growling. Y/N wouldn’t have it any other way. 

****

A few days later, there was a knock on Y/N’s door. She’d told Harry to stay away for the evening, because he was too distracting and she seriously needed to study. With a groan, she threw open the door. 

It was Harry. He stood with his legs crossed, suspicious smirk on his face. 

“Dear Y/N, greetings. Are you busy?”

Y/N quirked a brow. She crossed her arms and glared at him. “What did you do?”

“I bought someone to meet you.”

“Who?” 

Harry reached out beside him and pulled someone. Y/N gasped. It was Jacob, with a black eye. He looked dazed and completely shook, and his head was bowed down. Harry pushed him on the shoulder with enough force to make Jacob drop to his knees. 

“Oh my god,” Y/N stared at him with horror. 

“Go on, Jacob,” Harry said, completely unfazed. “Didn’t you have something to say to Y/N?”

Jacob muttered something illegible, and Harry kneed him in the back lightly. “Louder, please. She can’t hear you.”

“I’m really sorry, Y/N,” Jacob said through gritted teeth, head still bent down.

“Don’t fucking say her name,” Harry said, then looked up at Y/N. “Do you forgive him?”

“Harry, what the hell,” Y/N whispered. 

“Do you forgive him?” he repeated. 

“I - Jacob, no - I don’t want to hear this, okay? Just go,” she said, and looked up at Harry helplessly. 

“Well that sucks, because Jacob said he’d apologise until you actually forgave him.”

“I’m sorry,” Jacob said again. Y/N didn’t know whether to laugh or slap Harry. 

“Okay,” she said.  

Harry kneed him again. “Get lost,” he said, and Jacob scrambled away as quick as he could. Y/N gaped at Harry, then pulled him inside and shut her door. 

“Are you fucking crazy?” she spat.

“Yes,” Harry said, grinning widely. “It was kind of funny, wasn’t it?”

“No!” Y/N exclaimed. 

“Admit it, it was.”

Y/N stared at him confusedly for a while until her face split open in a laugh. And then, she couldn’t stop laughing. Harry looked absolutely delighted to see her like this. He grabbed her hands, pulled her close, and then kissed her stupid. 

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aaaand that was the end of this story!! i had so much fun writing and i can't believe so many people are reading it haha. I hope you liked it - i really wanted their casualness and intimacy with each other to come across in this one. i hope you liked it and let me know any thoughts!!

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