Between Lightning And Thunder|harry Styles.

Secret Love Song

Hello, everyone! I’m writing again for the first time in about a year and I am so excited. I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I finally got the motivation over last few weeks. ( i wonder why ;) ) There’s a bit more to it and I was considering posting a Part Two. So let me know if you want to see that!

“Why can’t I say I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops.”

It was all happening for him. Having a solo career was something Harry had dreamed of since he was a kid – it was what he had showed up for at the X-Factor audition in the first place. He’d been more than happy to have the opportunity to be a part of the band and to experience everything with boys by his side. But now, for the first time in 7 years, his dream had finally become his reality.

The day had come for his debut album to release, one of the most anticipated days in the industry, and you couldn’t find anything suitable to wear to the release party. Some of your dresses were nice enough but nothing screamed important industry party to you.

You throw yourself down on your bed, burying your face deep into your pillow, figuring maybe you wouldn’t go. Between the music executives, press and fans, Harry would be tied up all night anyway. And the fact that the public still didn’t know about the two of you wouldn’t help much. He’d practically begged you to come though but his insistent invitation had a bit of a damper to it when he gently reminded you, you’d be going as his sister’s date. But even so, he swore up and down that he wanted you there, whether you got to be together or not.

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Size kink! “Just the tip”, “do you think you can handle it” or a slight mocking tone from Harry. Anything around those lines?

AAAHHHH IM SCREAMING!!!! I LOVE SIZE KINK!!!!!!!!!

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Wc: 1.5k

Warnings: SMUT, size kink, degradation, daddy kink

“C’mon! Please!” She whined, a couple of tears rolling down your face as she nudged your hips forward, hoping to come in contact with the one thing she’d been craving for the past fifty minutes.

When Harry said Y/N was ‘fucked’ on the way to the car after she had been a tease all night, she didn’t think he was being this serious.

They had been dating for a couple of months now, the two, and everything was still exciting. Including things in the bedroom. Harry was a kinky guy, and while Y/N had experimented here and there, she had never done as much as she had with Harry. Being a dom, Harry took pride in that; knowing he was the only one to have done such dirty, unspeakable things to his girl.

Experimenting and orienting with Harry had also led Y/N to the discovery of how skilled her boyfriend truly was. He noticed her kinks faster than she did, and would throw her for a loop every time he played into a new one.

She liked to be degraded, humiliated—to a certain extent—and treated like a ragdoll. Harry took all of this in consideration when he dragged her to the bedroom tonight and began torturing her.

First, he had tied her up to the headboard so she couldn’t move her arms. Then, he had taken off her pants, ripped her panties and shoved them in her mouth. He proceeded by clamping his mouth against her nipple and working from one to the other, until finally kissing his way down to her heat.

He’d began fingering her, keeping her edge until she felt like she was going to explode, and then pulled away, entirely. Y/N had cried out desperately, words muffled by the panties still stuffed in her mouth. Eventually, he removed them, and went back to work on her clit, with his tongue this time.

Y/N was trembling, her orgasm ready to explode in her lower belly. Harry had been eating her out for the past fifteen minutes and she’d fought herself from coming the moment he’d put his lips on her clit. But right as she was about to come, Harry pulled away, again.

“What is it, pet?” He asked, feigning innocence while his mouth was pulled into a devious smirk.

“Stop teasing me.” She huffed as she lifted her hips again, tugging on her restrained arms. Harry looked down at her, his head tilted slightly as he tutted her, his fingers tracing over her jaw.

“Teasing you? I was just getting you ready. Getting you nice and wet for my cock.” He purred, his thumb rubbing a few circles on her clit. A pained moan left Y/N’s mouth, sounding more like a cry than anything else. “You know why I do that, don’t you?”

“Please, I’m ready!”

Y/N shot upwards as she felt the sting of the slap against her clit. Her jaw went slack and she threw her head back, a pathetic whine leaving her lips.

“I asked you a question.” Harry growled. “You better fucking listen when I’m talking to you.”

She softly fluttered her eyes open, finding her boyfriend staring at her with his brows knitted and a tense jaw. She hated displeasing him, but he looked so fucking hot when he was frustrated.

“M’sorry daddy.” You answered, like you had been taught by Harry. “You get me nice and wet so it’s easier to slide into me.”

A hint of smirk painted Harry’s face as he nodded at your answer.

“That’s right.” He hummed. “If I don’t get you soaking for me I won’t be able to sink my cock in that little pussy of yours. You’re so tight, never know whether it will fit.”

She looked up at him. The tall frame of a man who was on his knees towering over her as she lay there helpless, just waiting for him to fuck her into oblivion. Her gaze fell to his cock, so close to her entrance and yet so far away. If he could just… put it in.

“Please, daddy, I promise it’ll fit. I’m so wet for you.” She begged, biting her lip in desperation. Harry shook his head.

“I don’t know, pet… don’t think it’s enough. Don’t want to hurt you.” He was dragging this on for way too long but he loved how she’d get all whiny for him, rambling on and on about how badly she wanted it. It made him feel so wanted and it only increased the urge to try and split her in two with his lengthy cock.

“No, please! I can handle it, I promise!” She was crying again. She’d always get like this when it took a bit too long, but Harry loved bringing out this side of her. It did something to him, watching her go a bit crazy for him.

“You think you can handle it?” He gave her that sliver of hope, and she took it with all she had, nodding furiously.

“Yes! Yes! Please, just— put it in. Even if it’s just the tip. I want to be full of you.” She pleaded, knowing she was getting her way when the bed shifted a bit and Harry leaned his hips forward.

“Alright… just the tip.”

He did as promised, entering her pussy with solely the tip of his cock. Y/N still sighed with relief. Even if it wasn’t all the way, she loved it. She loved having him inside her, no matter how much she was allowed to get. It’s why her whine was extra loud when he pulled out of her again.

Her complaint was muffled with a moan when Harry dragged his tip up and down her overly sensitive clit. Y/N’s legs began to shake, this was so much for someone who’d been edged for the past hour.

“Ah, daddy! F— fuck…” she babbled as he kept stimulating her clit with the tip of his cock. He sank into her again, the tiniest bit further this time, and Y/N felt like she was going insane.

“O—oh… I think I’m—”

“What? Think you’re gonna come? Dirty fucking slut…” Harry finished her sentence for her, pulling out and stroking his dick over her clit again. “Probably for the best. Might be the only way this pathetic cunt will be wet enough to take my cock.”

That sent her over the edge. Her legs trembled as she came with a cry of Harry’s name— well nickname. He talked her through her orgasm, telling her what a good whore she was for him.

He didn’t let her come down from her orgasm when he began the intrusion of his cock in her tight pussy. Harry’s girth and length was unmatched. She’d never experienced something like that before and she was quite positive she never would again.

Harry groaned at the feel of his girlfriend’s warm, slick cunt, fueled by the scream that left her as he entered her. “You said you could handle it? Prove it to me, pet. Lay there like the fucking cock slut you are and. just. take. it.”

He spoke the last words slowly and accompanied each one with a harsh trust. Y/N felt her walls stretching, having to get used to Harry’s cock. Even though they fucked nearly every day, she still had to get used to his size.

“S— so big, daddy! It feels so good!” She cried out as he kept on pounding into her, and she laid there—like he instructed—and took it like a good girl.

“Stretch you out each time, hmm? Need to get you ready every fuck time.” He growled.

Nothing but moans left her mouth as Harry fucked her. It felt like he was screwing her right into the mattress. Although that was impossible, right now it felt like he was very capable of such a thing.

Harry leaned forward, arms leaning onto the bed next to her head as his lips trailed near your ears.

“One day, I’m gonna make good on that promise of yours.” He said lowly, the huskiness of his voice having her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Give it to you without foreplay. Just ramming my cock into you, see if you can truly handle it. Would you like that?”

When a strained, fucked out ‘yes’ escaped her, Harry just chuckled, evilly almost.

“Of course you would like that. You’re such a desperate cock dumb whore for me. You’d do anything for my cock.”

Y/N whined in agreement. “Yes, yes I would.”

“Come, then. Soak my cock and let me fuck that cum back into you until you forget your own name, sweetheart.”

:)

Harry delivers a pizza to Y/N’s house.

Harry hates his job.

It was only part-time but every shift he feels like he’s worked twelve hours. He’s worked at this pizzeria for the better part of three months and already wants to quit but knows he can’t because he needs the extra spending money. Somebody should’ve told him senior year of high school wasn’t cheap.

So, here he is, clocking in at the God forsaken pizzeria, as his coworker Joanie hands him four pizzas. “Thank God you’re here. It’s been so busy tonight, and Steve is a shit deliverer. We sent him out with one pizza 30 minutes ago, and he’s still not back. You’re fast so can you take these four to 043 Oaklan Court? Just 10 minutes away. You’ll probably be back before Steve, that rat. I don’t know what’s taking him so long. Probably dicking around with some girl that ordered the pizza.” Harry chuckles. “Right, be on your way. And try to be back quick because our phones keep ringing and ringing. Think we’ll be making deliveries until 2am.” Great, Harry thinks. It’s only 9pm now, and he was working a five hour shift, hoping they’d let him go home early. Not anymore. Friday nights are always hectic.

Harry gets in his silver four-door, cranks up the A/C because it was extremely hot this spring night, and drives to the address he was told. The house was nice. A red brick two-story, with French doors as their front door. Someone’s rich.

The door swings open almost immediately after Harry rings the doorbell, and he almost falls the fuck over. The girl standing in the doorway was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, he thinks. No, he knows. He couldn’t stop staring; noting how soft her hair looked, how pretty her face was, and how perfect he found her body. She was only wearing green cotton shorts and a white tank top (with no bra) so Harry could see the faint peak of her nipples slightly hardened by the air hitting them as she answered the door. Harry knew he must be drooling. How could he not? Just as he makes his line of sight even with hers, she clears her throat.

“Oh! Uh… your-your total is $44.17”, his head lowered slightly, cheeks a light pink.

She gives a small smile, handing him a 50 dollar bill. “Keep the change, cutie.” Harry snaps his head up at the pet name, taking the money as well, murmuring a soft “thanks”, before handing her the pizzas. She takes them and smiles at him once again before closing the door. Harry lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Fuck me.

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The rest of his shift, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about that girl. Even after, when he was home and in his bed, he thought of her (mostly her nipples peaking through her shirt, and the way her thighs filled out her shorts) again and again and again as his fist worked over himself. He felt a little bad because his interaction with her was so miniscule, but he was a horny teenager afterall.

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The following week, this time on a Saturday night, Harry was sent to deliver pizzas again to 043 Oaklan Court, and he felt giddy. Proper excited to hopefully see this girl again. A tiny piece inside of him hopes she ordered pizza from the same place as last time so she could see Harry again, but he knows it’s probably because the pizza is good. (Harry hates working there, but he loves the pizza. Sometimes, he thinks the melt-y cheese and stuffed crust makes up for the tedious deliveries and angry customers). Excitedly, Harry picks up the pizzas from the counter, gets in his car, and drives to the girl’s house. I wonder what her name is? Harry thinks. Julia? No. Alexis? No. Maybe Karla? Not really. An Evelyn perhaps? Probably not. All these names were nice, but didn’t fit the appearance of his girl. He decided he was going to ask her, her name after he rang the doorbell.

Once again, Harry is about to fall on his ass as the girl opens the door. This time, she’s only wearing a long t-shirt (with no bra, yet again, and her nipples are especially hard. It must be cold in her house) that covers the top of her thick, smooth thighs. Harry thinks she must be wearing a tiny pair of shorts, at least, underneath the shirt, but he’s proven wrong as she reaches up to put her long hair into a bun, and Harry’s flashed with a bit of her cotton orange panties. Harry looks up quickly, already feeling his face get hot (and his pants a little tighter as well) as he tries to make eye contact with her but fails once he remembers he came all over his hand to the thought of her. He knows his cheeks must be scarlett by now.

“Hi again,” she searches for his name tag, “Harry. That’s a nice name.” She smiles warmly at him. “How much is it?”

Harry thinks her voice is the prettiest sound in the world. Wants to hear the scratchiness of it when she wakes up and wants to hear the softness of it before she goes to sleep. He’s fallen for this girl quite hard, and he doesn’t even know her name. “Oh, it’s $28.92”, Harry makes eye contact again. “What-What’s your name?” He doesn’t know why, but he feels silly asking for her name… but he just has to know what it is.

“Y/N, and here’s $35. You can keep the change.” Y/N was the perfect name for her, he thinks. He smiles and takes the money, thanking her for the tip while handing her the pizzas. “I hope I was your last delivery for the night because it looks like you have a situation to take care of.” She looks down at Harry’s growing bulge and giggles. Harry covers himself with the bag the pizzas were in, feeling like his face was on fire.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine.” Y/N continues giggling. “Have a good night.” She turns around, letting Harry see her pert ass cheeks hanging out of her panties, making him gulp. Before she shuts the door, she looks over her shoulder, catching Harry eyeing her ass. She giggles again.

Harry looks down at his crotch. “Really? Right now? You have a mind of your own don’t you?!” As if on cue, he feels himself pulse.

Harry wishes that was his last delivery of the night.

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A few days later, on a Tuesday afternoon, Harry gets a call from his work. It was his off day and usually his managers only call him to ask to come in. Reluctantly, he answered.

“Hello?” He knuckled his eyes. Despite it being 4pm, Harry had just woken up from the nap he takes during his off period.

“Yeah, Harry, this is Ralph. Need you to come in today, if you can. There’s this girl who ordered a pizza, but she specifically asked for you to deliver it. Thought it was weird like she might be some serial killer, but we looked it up and we’ve delivered to her before. So, can you come in?”

Harry was very confused, his mind still groggy from the nap. “What girl?”

“Lives on Oaklan. Ring a bell?”

Holy shit! Y/N personally asked for Harry? To deliver her a pizza? Harry sky rockets out of bed, almost dropping his phone as he searches for a pair of jeans to put on. “Yeah! I’ve delivered to her before.”

“Great! What time do you think you’ll be in?”

Harry puts his phone on speaker so he can hurriedly get dressed. “15 minutes?”

“Okay! Thanks, Harry.”

Harry’s never gotten ready so fast in his life.

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Harry drives to work, picks up the pizza (which he thought was weird. She always ordered at least three or four), and zooms over to Y/N’s house, going 40 in a residential when he should’ve gone 30, but he’s too excited. He wonders why she asked for him. Was she planning on doing anything? Harry hopes she kisses him. The night after he delivered to her the second time, he thought about her lips before he went to sleep. They were so pink and plump, he thought about what it’d be like to kiss her, or to have her lips around his cock. That’s what really made him cum that night. The thought of using her pretty mouth to get off. In the week and few days he’s known her, he’s already gotten off to the thought of her five times. Usually, Harry only jerks off maybe three times a week because he’s so busy with work and school, by the time his head hits the pillow he’s proper tired, but this girl makes him horny. This past week at school, his friends had been concerned about the bags under his eyes, telling him to get more sleep, but Harry enjoyed what he was doing more than sleeping.

When Harry gets to Y/N’s doorstep, she opens the door without Harry even ringing the doorbell, like she’d been looking out the window waiting for him.

“Hi, Harry!” She was quite perky today. Like her tits. Harry thought. On this warm afternoon, she wore a yellow v-neck that was cut very low, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, and they must be very hard because Harry could see a bit of the bumps forming on her areolas as well. Harry swollowed thickly as he averted his eyes downward, focusing on the way her thick thighs filled out the denim shorts she was wearing. “I know you weren’t working today, one of your managers I think told me, but I wanted you to deliver it to me anyway! Thought we could hang out for a bit since I have the house to myself for a few hours, and I don’t think you’re weird or anything, so that’s good.” Harry looks up, cocking his head to the side with a smile planted on his face. “Like weird as in creepy, like I don’t think you’ll try anything with me. You’re very nice from what I’ve gathered. And cute.”

This is a lot of information Harry has taken in, but what stuns him the most is that she wanted him to come in and hang out with her. That sounded like the best idea he’s ever heard.

“Thank you, I like to think I’m quite nice.” Y/N steps out of the way to make room for Harry to enter her house.

“You are! Who else would’ve came in to work to deliver one pizza. That’s downright kind.”

“Well, I like to treat people with kindness. Just seems right.” Harry looks around. “Where should I put this?” He looks at the pizza.

“Oh, well I’m not hungry now, so you can just place it on that table right there. Come on! Let’s go up to my room.”

Before Harry can gather his bearings, she grabs his wrist, making Harry drop the pizza onto the table as she tugs him up the stairs.

His heart is beating fast. They’re not going to do anything, right? Maybe just talk, at most? If Harry had known he was going to be in this pretty girl’s room he would’ve showered and put on the expensive cologne his sister bought him for his 18th birthday a few months ago.

When they get to Y/N’s room, her door is already open, letting them both walk in. She sits down on her bed, Harry hesitantly sitting down next to her. “Don’t be so shy!” She giggles as she moves closer, their knees touching. “I know you like me, Harry.” She holds his hand in hers, causing him to look down as she interlocks their fingers then look up at her face that is very close to his. “Is this okay? Being this close?” Her breath hitting his cheek.

“Uh-huh.” Harry breathes, his eyes switching back and forth between her eyes and lips. “I do like you.” He leans foreword. Kiss her, you idiot.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” She leans foreword as well, their lips brushing. Harry can’t take it anymore. He leans a centimeter in, meshing their lips together. Y/N immediately kisses back, moving her lips with his, light smacking noises heard between little breaks between the kisses. Harry feels his pants grow uncomfortably tight, making him groan lowly into her mouth. Y/N moves into Harry’s lap, straddling his thighs, and feels the large bump in his pants. She breaks the kiss but keeps their lips close enough to brush against each other. “Someone’s excited.” She looks down, seeing how tight his pants had become, looking like the fabric was being stretched to its limits. He must be really big, Y/N thought. “You know”, she reaches down, rubbing him softly over his obvious erection, “on Saturday, when you got hard in front of me, that was really hot.” Her eyes shoot up to his, but he’s not looking at her. He’s watching her palm rub over his crotch, mouth agape, chest slightly heaving. She giggles and places a kiss on his cheek, “you’re so cute”, before rubbing a little harder, making Harry lift his hips involuntarily. “I got myself off that night.” Harry’s eyes find hers, her cheeks holding a slight flush. “I was so wet, thinking about if you were touching yourself too.” Harry twitches in his pants, a bit of precum making a wet stain appear on his jeans.

“I was. Fuck, I was.” His hands go to her hips as she starts grinding down on his crotch, removing her hand. “I was thinking about what your tits look like, since you never wear a fucking bra.” His right hand moves up to cup her left breast. Y/N throws her head back, grinding down a little harder. As Harry tweaks her nipple, she removes her shirt, lifting it over her head, letting her breasts bounce as they’re freed. Harry thought he couldn’t get any harder, but he sure could. As soon as he sees her tits, he feels himself throb even harder, releasing more precum, making his boxers sticky with it. He reaches up with both hands, tweaking each nipple for a few moments before ducking his head down and sucking the right one into his mouth. Y/N grabs ahold of his hair, a wet gasp leaving her full lips as Harry sucks and bites at her pebbled nub. As he moves to the other, his lips dragging across the valley between her breasts, he asks her, “what did you think about when you were touching yourself?” He engulfs her left nipple in the wet warmth of his mouth.

“You fucking me.” Harry bites down on her breast at that answer. “You looked so big in your pants that night, I thought about you bending me over and taking me from behind.” She’s grinding even harder now. “I bet your cock is so big, Harry. Can I please see it?” She pouts her lips in a dramatic way, batting her eyelashes.

“Well how am I supposed to say no to that?” Y/N giggles and unbuttons his pants, not even needing to unzip them because Harry’s heavy cock made a show of pushing through; it was so hard. He lifts off the mattress, letting Y/N pull his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh. His cock is so hard, it slaps against his stomach, leaving precum on the bottom of his shirt. Harry swiftly removes it, tossing it on the other side of the bed, before helping Y/N off his lap to slide her shorts down her legs, leaving her completely bare. She grabs Harry’s pants and boxers, yanking them off all the way, before pushing him onto his back on the mattress, straddling him once again. She’s sitting right below his cock, watching it twitch every so often. It was an angry red, the vein pulsing, and precum constantly dribbling out. She grabs ahold of it, only to pull it back and let it go, watching it slap against his stomach again. She swears he’s gotten harder because it made a noise this time it hit his stomach. It made her whine, grinding her clit a bit on his balls. “Hear how hard I am for you, baby?” She nods and bites her lip, reaching for him again, pumping his thick shaft in her fist. “Condom?” He gasps as she swipes her thumb across his slit, collecting the wetness and bringing it up to her mouth. She must enjoy the taste because she moaned lewdly, her thumb still between her lips.

“Mhmm”, her answer muffled by her thumb. She reaches over to her bedside table and takes one out, opens it with her teeth, and slides it onto his throbbing cock. “I really wanted to suck you off, but I can’t wait anymore. I need you to fuck me. I’m so wet. Feel.” She grabs his hand and pulls it down to her cunt, letting his fingertips rub over her dripping slit and clit. Harry sucks in a breath, keeping his thumb on her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight little circles as his middle and ring fingers find her weepy hole and sink knuckle deep into it. Y/N whines, rocking her hips foreword to take more of Harry’s long, thick fingers inside her. She’s so wet, his fingers slide all the way in, in one go. He pumps them in and out, as Y/N’s sat above him, rocking away, trying to take as much as possible inside her aching cunt. It feels really good, but she wants something thicker. Needs something thicker. She lets Harry finger fuck her for a few more minutes before grabbing ahold of his wrist, pulling it away from her pussy. She brings his hand up to her mouth, sliding his wet fingers against her tongue, tasting herself. Harry’s cock gives a slight twitch at the sight, leaking more precum into the condom. He was so hard, he thought it was going to fall off. He needed to cum, and he needed to cum soon. “I taste so good. Maybe next time you can taste me.” She winks at him, and Harry loses it; takes ahold of himself and lines it up with her pussy.

“If you keep talking like that, I’m gonna cum before we even start.” He nudges his cockhead at her clit, rubbing it against it for a bit, making Y/N whine, before finding her hole again and pushing up with his hips so his tip slides inside. Y/N gasps, already being stretched and only the head was inside, body shaking as he pushes more and more inside her velvety pussy. Y/N meets him half way, sliding down onto him as he pushes up. It felt wonderful, Y/N’s eyes starting to fill with tears, but the good kind. “Does it hurt?” Harry’s voice laced with worry.

Y/N shakes her head. “It feels really good. You’re so big and thick. It feels so good,” she repeats. Her head is swimming, eyes rolling back into her head as she’s seated completely on him, his balls against her ass.

She lifts off him slowly, until only the tip is inside her, staying like that for a few moments. Harry looks down at the sight, which was fucking hot, but he wanted to feel her again. He stationed his hands at her hips and yanked her roughly down onto him, causing Y/N to puff out her lips while she moaned. “Don’t tease me like that again.” He says through his teeth. Y/N found this side of Harry incredibly sexy, wanting to test the waters again. She scraped her nails down his chest, hoping it would distract him from her lifting off him again, the way she did before, but it didn’t. He yanked her down again, making Y/N’s thighs clench. Harry felt so hard inside her, and the roughness added with it only made it feel that much better. “I said to not tease me like that again, didn’t I?” He flips them over so he’s on top and pulls his prick out of her. Y/N whines in protest and pouts as he scoots the both of them down to the foot of the bed. He sits up, his legs hanging off the bed, making Y/N lay across his lap with her ass lifted slightly in the air. He kneads both cheeks, making Y/N moan. “Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.” He spanks her right cheek, then her left, making Y/N grind down onto his thigh. “Are you going to listen to me from now on? Or will I have to do this again?” He spanks her a little harder, making her skin turn red. Y/N’s pussy was wet before, but she was dripping now. This was her first time being spanked, and she loved it. She raised her ass a little higher up in the air, burying her face in her blankets.

“I’ll be a good girl.” Her voice muffled by the sheets.

“What was that?” Harry grips her hair and pulls her head up. “Can you repeat that for daddy?”

Y/N must be the luckiest girl in the world. Not only is she having sex with the hottest guy she’s ever seen, but he also has a daddy kink? Without her telling him she had one also? She couldn’t believe it.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, daddy.” She wiggles her ass in the air. “Only bad girls get spanked. I’m a good girl.”

“You think you’re a good girl?” He spanks her again, but this time it’s on her pussy. Y/N’s body tenses, face trying to hide in the sheets again, but Harry still has his hand wrapped around her hair. “Good girls don’t tease their daddies. And you teased me twice. I don’t think that’s very nice, do you?” Harry slides his pinky inside her, just to tease her further.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaks; poor thing so sexually frustrated she just wanted Harry’s cock deep inside her aching pussy. “I won’t do it again, daddy. Please, fuck me now. I’ll be a good girl. The best girl, please, I-“ she’s cut off by Harry lifting her off his lap and bending her over the bed. He stands behind her, holds both her wrists with one hand and plunges inside in one thrust. Y/N’s body gets pushed foreword with how rough he dicked into her, her nipples brushing against the sheets which burns a little, but she revels in it.

Harry starts up a quick, steady pace. Fucks her with such vigor, her ass cheeks jiggle each time his pelvis meets her skin. He’s not going super fast, just enough to have her biting his shirt he’d tossed on the bed earlier. He lets go of her wrists, places both of his hands on her hips and really fucks her. Thrusts his big, thick cock all the way inside her, circling his hips when he’s all the way in before pulling out, making her moan against the shirt she’s biting. She almost wishes he wasn’t wearing a condom; wanting to feel his precum drench her cunt even more. With each stroke of his cock against her wet walls, she gets closer and closer. Harry spanks her right hip before grabbing her by the hair and lifting her up so her back is to his chest. This new angle makes both of them moan, Harry burying his face in her shoulder as he continues to pound into her. Y/N arches her back, her ass pushing back, making Harry’s cock slide deeper into her. Harry groans, bites her shoulder, and fucks her in little hard thrusts, as if he was about to cum. Y/N reaches back with one hand to twirl her fingers in his hair.

“You like that?” He licks underneath her ear, his right hand going up to twist and pull her nipple as his other hand holds her hip. Y/N nods, whining while doing so. “I knew you would.” His thrusts get a bit more aggressive; he’s so close. “Told me you came thinking about me fucking your tight little pussy from behind. So you knew I had to, didn’t you baby? Knew I had to do whatever my pretty girl wanted me to.” The hand that was playing with her nipple dropped down, rubbing the skin of her stomach (Harry mumbling a “so soft”) before the pads of her fingers find her clit, lightly petting it. Y/N arches her back again, Harry pounding on as he rubs her clit only with one finger to tease her. “So fucking wet for me, I can hear it.” He fucks her even harder just so they can both hear the squelching sound her pussy makes each time his cock pushes inside of her. “After I make you cum with my cock, I’m gonna make you cum with my tongue.” Y/N throws her head back on his shoulder, her mouth hung open and her eyes hooded. “Have you on your back as I stuff you with my tongue. Have it drip down my chin for me to lick up later.” His thrusts becomes sporadic, his abdomen clenching uncontrollably. “Then maybe if you’re still being good for me, I’ll feed you my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me sliding my big cock between your pretty lips?”

That’s all it took for Y/N. Her back arched one more time, her stomach clenching and unclenching, her thighs shaking. The only thing keeping her standing is Harry’s cock in her cunt, ramming into her at full speed. “Yes, fuck me. Squeeze my cock.” His finger rubs faster on her clit, making Y/N stand up on her toes, hands steadying herself on the bed as her body continues to shake. Harry fucks her all the way through it, Y/N trying to fall onto the mattress, but he stops her. Holds her to his chest as he pounds her a few more times before coming himself. Shooting into the condom, a lot, and fucking her slowly until he comes to a stop. He rests his forehead against her back, trying to even his breathing with hers. Once he does, he pulls out slowly (not wanting to hurt her), and takes the condom off, kissing her shoulder before going to throw it away in the small trash can next to her bed. He plops down on her comforter, sighing happily as Y/N joins him, curling into his side.

“You’re really good at that.” She kisses right below his armpit. “You took a class on it or something?”

Harry chuckles. “You were good too. Really good. I wanted to cum right when I got inside you, but I figured I’d be a gentleman and make you cum first.” He pokes the tip of her nose, making Y/N smile.

“I don’t think I’ve ever came like that. That was amazing.” She closes her eyes and wraps her arm around his chest.

They’re silent for about a minute before Harry speaks up.

“So… what is this? Like, are we friends with benefits? Or are we dating? Sorry, I don’t mean to be pushy or anything, I just want to know.” He looks down at her with soft eyes.

“Well, you can keep bringing me pizza, and we’ll fuck after.” Harry’s face pinches.

“I’m kidding! Oh, you should’ve seen your face!” She giggles, hiding her face in is chest. She playfully bites his nipple before looking up at him again. “Yeah, you can take me on a date. I really like you, Harry. As you can tell.” He smirks at her.

“Good. I really like you too. I want to take you to dinner or something.”

“Perfect! I’m always hungry.”

“Speaking of being hungry, are we going to eat the pizza I brought?”

“Oh, shoot! I need to pay you for it.”

“Don’t bother, I’ll just pay for it.” He nudges his nose against hers.

“Can I at least give you a tip?”

“I’ll give you a tip.” He hovers over her, letting Y/N feel his cock plumping up again. She giggles, pushing him off of her.

“Later. I’m really hungry right now. You worked me out.” She kisses his forehead, getting up from the bed and taking his hand. “Let’s go down and eat, then you can bend me over my couch.”

Well, how could Harry say no to that?

between lightning and thunder|harry styles.

summary: he’s your best friend’s boyfriend, you have feelings for him, you know the drill.

“In thunderstorms, you count the seconds in between the lightning and thunder, the more you counted the furthest the lightning had struck. 5 seconds equals 1 mile. In matters of the heart, and considering this situation. The more you counted, the closer you were.” 

word count: 7k

pairing: Harry Styles x reader

warnings: alcohol mention, a bit sad, Little Prince, some songs. 

PART TWO: thunderstorms and shooting stars PART THREE: stars and fate

So, here’s my first official Harry Styles one shot (kind of two-part one shot), thanks to @peachybloomss and @laurieteddy for helping me out with beta reading. Yes, there will be part two if you guys want it. I’ll see if you like it, please send feedback, reblog, be kind. 

The rain pattered against the asphalt, now bright and dense, reflecting the tinkling lantern that barely gave an excuse of light to the street. There you were, in that corner, shading the sidewalk with those sneakers that used to be white. You were getting wet, that was an understatement, you  knew you would have a cold the very next day. You clutched your dark blue umbrella as you waited for a miracle.

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can u guys write something about p*ssy spitting? 🥺🥺🥺

I’ll do a little drabble!

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She couldn’t describe how much she loved it. Or why. But she did.

Perhaps it was the look in his eyes before he did it. The dark, lusty, mischievous look that took over him as he had his lips attached to her clit. He suckled, finding a pace and strength she liked and watched her chest heave as the pleasure soaked her. He lifts his head, keeping direct eye as he purses those beautiful, swollen pink lips and the stream of spit leaves them, dripping slowly on to her puffy, well used cunt. He would look right at her cunt after it landed, watching that bit of his spit as it dribbled from clit down to her asshole- or he would dive back in and spread it around with his tongue. Revel in the soaked pussy surrounding his face.

Sometimes it was different. When he was particularly rough, pounding into her cunt, he would pull out and spit thickly over her pussy. Taking the tip of his cunt soaked cock, he would give her clit a few taps or slaps, rubbing it in before slamming back in. The man loves messy sex, and the added spit only made the slide better.

It was a bit of an ownership thing too.

“Who’s fucking pussy is this? Hm?” Is often growled out before he spits on her. Finding that sick satisfaction that Y/N knows that it’s his pussy. It’s his to fuck, to lick, to spit all over. Knows that he’s the only one allowed to do it and the only one able to make her feel so good from such a dirty action.

Harry’s a dirty fuck. He knows that, she knows that and there’s no denying it. They both love it though.

I feel like Harry is rlly into sloppy sex like he would be fingering you and would over stimulate you to the point where he’s roughly rubbing your clit as his rings brush against you or sum and you cum so hard ugshsg

I couldn’t come up with a title, so the one where Harry makes you cum so hard …enjoy!!

Harry would definitely be into sloppy sex.

He’d be fingering you so good, pushing his fingers deep inside you, getting you nice and ready for his cock. He knows you like how his rings feel against your clit so he makes sure to keep his rings on when he’s playing with you.

Then he’d start to rub your clit roughly so you can cum around him. You thought you were done, but he gives your cunt a few slaps, making sure he taps on your clit, and he pushes his cock into you and immediately starts to roughly thrust into you. He loves overstimulation, he loved how you chased your releases and how wet you felt around his cock. You loved how the continuous pleasure crashes down onto you and how good it felt. The combination of his fingers roughly rubbing your extremely sensitive and throbbing clit along his cock deep inside of you, mans you completely done for. The next thing you knew, you were gushing around him. Harry had made you squirt before, but it never hit you this hard. Before you knew it, you were gushing around his cock. Your juices were flowing out of you, dripping onto the bed and onto Harry.

This made Harry cum so hard, harder than ever before. Watching you let go like this, made him go crazy. So crazy that he was shooting ropes and ropes of his cum inside of you. By this point, you were so sensitive that you felt his cum deep inside of you, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

He slowly pulls out of you, intently watching his cum mixed with your juices were flowing out of you. He lets out a deep groan at the sight, and then starts to smear it across your pussy with his cock. When he gives the slightest bit of attention to your clit, you whimper, immediately trying to close your legs.

“Y’did so good f’me baby.” He kisses your parted lips and he looks down at your spent pussy. He looks at your swollen clit and he bites his lips at how pretty you look with his cum on and inside of you. “So pretty” he mumbles staring down at you. He kisses you on the forehead before making his way to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm washcloth to clean you up. He makes sure you’re all cleaned up, making sure to soothe you whenever you make the slightest sound or whimper.

He grabs a pair of your panties pulls them up your legs, he throws a pair of boxers on himself and gets into bed with you. He pulls the covers over your bodies and he pulls your body into his, smoothing his hands up and down your back. You both then fall asleep pretty quickly, given the fact that you both were tuckered out from your previous activities

So in conclusion, do I think Harry’d finger you and fuck you so good you pass out?

Yes. 

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Everyone is practically drowning in it now. 

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You fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist, tugged at an earring and smiled when a group of unfamiliar faces passed by. Jeff’s birthday parties were always well attended, but this year felt different since you knew you would--and planned to--bump into Harry.

You sipped on the drink in hand--vodka with soda and some kind of juice mixed in by the bartender who complimented your necklace.

Now, in the upstairs private dining room at a restaurant in Malibu, you ignored the face Tristan made when he took a sip of his own concoction. “This has too much grapefruit juice--do you want to switch?”

“Sure,” you pushed yours forward and swapped, already taking a sip when Tristan eyed you suspiciously.

“Wait, don’t you hate grapefruit?”

“I don’t care,” you shrugged, another scan of the crowd. He wasn’t here--at least, not yet. Tristan cleared his throat and let out a sigh.

“Okay, is this how the whole night is going to be? You just anxiously waiting to confess your love?”

“I’m not going to confess my love,” you clarified. “I’m just going to chat with him, see how he’s doing and if his house is finished. Take the temperature, y’know.”

Everyone had pretty much stayed out of it. Even Jeff, for the most part. Aside from showing up in your kitchen with a bag of donuts to bribe your kids, he’d left you alone and didn’t pester you over and over about making a big mistake.

You could admit it now, partially, when you were alone at night wondering if you’d grow old in this house and be single forever. You could admit it when you drove to the office and wished there was someone to come home to, someone who’d cook dinner, and listen to how annoying Tristan had been in the afternoon meetings or at events like this.

In the back of your head it was a truth you’d always known: life with Harry in it was better than any alternative.

But now you could admit it.

Which is why your heart dropped to the floor when you saw him hug someone on the other side of the room in greeting, Tristan pulled you by the shoulder behind a wall and you both peered around the corner, watched as he found Jeff and clapped him on the shoulder in celebration.

Was it childish? Was your hardcore crush that had somehow turned into more a complete waste of time? Maybe. You’d been telling yourself for so long that nothing could ever come of sex with someone eight years younger that you didn’t even give enough room for the possibility to breathe and potentially flourish.

“I’m going to need another drink before I have to face him.”

Tristan laughed. “So are we going to hide over here until that happens?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “But you can go get me another one to make me chill the fuck out.”

“Do you parent your children with that mouth?” he teased, taking your almost drink.

You nudged Tristan toward the bar and kept watch, Harry mingled with people you knew and some you didn’t--made his way around the room and up to the bar twice. You wondered if he’d meant all of the sweet things he said: I wanted to defend you, I’ve been waiting for this to happen.

If you’d known back then how you felt now--alone, sad, and filled with regret--you would have played your cards differently. But how were you supposed to know that something like this, something unexpected and strange would feel so right and could actually be what you needed?

After you finished the drink that Tristan returned with, you smoothed out the dress you were wearing and asked: “anything in my teeth?”

“No, but you look like an angry chihuahua.”

“Funny. Okay--if I look like I’m failing, come intervene and pretend to be super drunk or something.”

“I will not be doing that.”

“Okay,” you nodded, knowing it would be a tough sell. “Wish me luck.”

“Be brave!”

You elbowed into the crowd and snuck by groups of people, mumbled apologies as you tried to keep a new drink from spilling over the sides. He was with Jeff, a cocktail in hand when you came up behind him. Jeff’s eyes landed on you and then he tried to cut Harry off.

“Harry--”

“I just think it’s a bad idea, you know?”

Jeff’s eyes were wide when he greeted you. “Y/N--hi, we were just talking about the album.”

“Hi,” you bit out, forced a smile and tried to ignore the anxiety that buzzed down your spine.

They were talking about you, right? That level of intensity in Jeff’s eyes used to be reserved for nights when you’d snuck vodka from his parent’s liquor cabinet and now one of them came home earlier than expected.

You swallowed, wondered for a second if you should turn around and leave, grab Tristan and head for the door and hope you never had to see him again. “Sorry, I’m interrupting, I guess.”

“No,” Harry shook his head, stepped aside to let you move closer. “We were just talking business. How are you? I didn’t know if you’d come tonight.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, blinked a few times in confusion. You knew Jeff first--he was arguably your friend and Harry’s manager. If anyone was going to have claim over Jeff, it was you. You had thirty-two years of proof to back that up.

Jeff could sense this, he laughed a little and offered you a sarcastic grin. “Of course she’s here--she’s the sister I never wanted.”

You faked a laugh in his direction but then looked back at Harry, who’s eyes were glued to yours like his life depended on it.

Jeff nodded at his failed joke and the tension in the air, took a sip of his drink and looked between the two of you.

“Could Harry and I maybe talk for a minute, Jeff?”

He widened his eyes, wrinkled his forehead in surprise but then nodded quickly. “Yeah, sure--I’ll just--I’ll be over there.”

He hurried away, looked over his shoulder when Harry pursed his lips in a firm line and tried not to laugh at Jeff’s awkwardness.

“Hi,” you said quickly.

“Hi,” he smiled a bit. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“First time we’ve been at the same party, after all these years.”

He furrowed his brow. “M’starting to think Jeff was purposely keeping us apart.”

“That would explain a lot,” you laughed. “How are you?”

“Good,” he nodded. “How are you?”

“Also good,” you lied. “Yeah--busy, you know. The girls have a lot of extracurriculars but--”

It felt strange, interacting with him without the interruption of hands grabbing for snacks before dinner or pleading questions to stay up later and watch TV. He seemed to watch you closely, his lips set in a firm line when you trailed off.

“Right, is the body wash doing well?”

“Great, yeah, sales are through the roof,” you lifted your hand to gesture along with your words, then immediately felt stupid when he let out a tiny laugh that made your heart swell and break in the same moment. You had to spit it out, take a leap of faith and hope that you wouldn’t crash to the ground in failure.

“But, I actually just wanted to let you know--”

Of course--with your luck and your karma and apparently the entire universe now conspiring against you and Harry--someone put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey!” he turned to greet them, clearly excited and surprised. “Oh my god, I didn’t know you were coming!”

A man and woman, around your age, fancy clothes. They both hugged him, smiled apologetically at you when he angled his shoulders to face them and ask a thousand questions: when did you get to LA, how long will you be here, are you free for dinner this week?

You shifted on your feet uncomfortably and this prompted Harry to snap back to reality. “Sorry, Y/N, these are my friends Percy and Lillian,” he turned back to them. “You guys should go get drinks, the bartender is amazing.”

They nodded, moved in that direction when he called after them. “Get me another, just a sex on the beach.”

You pulled your head back and eyed him. “You drink sex on the beach?”

He laughed and looked back down at you, “I love peach schnapps--but, sorry, that was rude of me--you were going to say something?”

“Right,” you nodded, wind gone from your sails as you rerouted. “I just wanted to let you know that CeCe’s ballet recital is coming up. She’s been begging for you to come. I can text you the details?”

“Oh, right!” He smiled. “Yeah, text me, I’ll definitely be there. And I’m still good to do dinner with them this week if they’re up for it?”

“Oh, they’re up for it,” you admitted.

“And CeCe’s birthday is Thursday, right?”

“Right.”

“Great,” he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, the Brit in him slipping out before he stammered. “Sorry--I just--I should go catch up with them.”

He rushed off at that, smiling when he rejoined his friends by the bar, completely unaware of the awkward conversation he’d just narrowly missed. Tristan, whose lips were wrapped around a paper straw, sidled up beside you with a disapproving look on his face.

“I can’t hear anything over the noise in here but I’m going to guess you didn’t actually tell him how you feel.”

“No,” you shrugged, “of course not. He and Jeff were definitely talking about me when I walked up and so that was weird and Harry said something about it being a bad idea. And then I was going to but those people showed up and then I panic-invited him to CeCe’s ballet recital!”

“Where Luke is supposed to be?”

“Where Luke is supposed to be,” you confirmed. “Because I’m a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” he frowned. “But that definitely just created more stress for you.”

“I know, it was dumb but I haven’t had more than one glass of wine in a few weeks and now I just think I should go home.”

“Boo,” he frowned. “Don’t be a party pooper. Have another drink and judge people with me.”

“I can’t even enjoy that right now because I’m so stupid.”

“Oh my god,” Tristan groaned. “Just go interrupt and tell him you love him or something!”

“You what?” Jeff was behind you when you turned around quickly.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, another sip to drown out his laughter on the other side of the room.

“You love him?”

“Why’d you ask what if you heard her?” Tristan made a face.

Jeff was serious, though, he wasn’t taking any bait. “Y/N, are you in love with him?”

You let out a groan and stomped a foot on the ground. Maybe it was the alcohol or the close proximity to someone you didn’t want to love, but you whined and answered him. “I don’t know, Jeffrey, okay? Now is not the time to discuss all of this.”

“You have to tell him that.”

“Yeah, well, why do you think I asked you to give us some time to talk?”

He pointed a finger to the floor. “You were going to tell him here?”

You rolled your eyes at all of his questions, and apparently, his shock at this discovery. “No, I don’t know. I was just going to see if he missed us or something, I don’t know!”

“Oh, he misses you,” Jeff nodded with confidence.

“Well whoever those people are showed up,” you gestured in their direction, threw your chin towards the girl who had better eyebrows than you and a smile as wide as the Mississippi. “Kind of interrupted.”

Jeff looked over and nodded, hands on his hips when he let out another breath, apparently still taking all of it in.

“Wait--speaking of interrupting, what was he saying when I came over? You did that whole wide-eyed shut the fuck up look you used to do when your mom would walk in the room.”

He sipped his drink casually when he recalled the moment. “It was nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“It was nothing, Y/N!”

“He said something was a bad idea.”

“Yeah, music shit.”

“Or Y/N shit?” Tristan challenged, a flick to Jeffrey’s shoulder with his free hand.

Jeff rolled his eyes at both of you. “How many drinks have you people had?”

“Enough to handle being in the same room with him right now.”

“Wow,” Jeff nodded, unimpressed. “You really do love him.”

You smacked him in the chest playfully and ignored his statement. “Are you going to tell me what you were saying about me?”

“Oh my god,” he complained, a grand gesture to let you know just how annoying you were. “He just said that it feels really weird to not live with you guys--I told him to tell you that and he said he thinks that’s a bad idea. But then you interrupted us, so that’s all the intel I have.”

“See?” You turned to Tristan, “I knew this was all stupid. I would have told him that I miss him and he would have shot me down.”

“You don’t know that,” Jeff held up his hand.

“Then why did he say it would be a bad idea?”

He shook his head in disbelief, made a face like you were stupid. “Maybe you don’t know this, Y/N, but he was really hurt when you asked him to move out. I’ve seen him break up with people before but--that rocked his world.”

Jeff referenced the event like it was a distant memory, like it was more than two weeks that now stood between you and the fateful launch party.

“Well he hurt me when he was late and didn’t tell me. I don’t want to live my life always wondering if he’ll show up--I already did that with Luke.”

“He’s not Luke,” Jeff said seriously, his demeanor suddenly shifting. “But if you’re going to treat him like he is, then nothing will ever work between you two.”

You shrunk back, even in a half-drunk state you could tell you’d struck a nerve in Jeff. Tristan sipped at his drink again and the silence between the three of you felt deafening.

“I just think you need to be honest with him. If you have feelings for him, tell him.”

“That was the plan tonight,” you admitted. “Maybe it will work some other day.”

“Well you need to figure something out soon. I’m sick of both of you being so scared to admit it to the other.”

“You’re filling in the blanks for him,” you reminded. “He said it was a bad idea.”

“Because he doesn’t want to get hurt again,” Jeff nodded.

“Well neither do I!”

He slung an arm around your shoulder and let out a deep breath, shedding the anger that had previously laced his voice. “I know. Shockingly enough you both want the same thing and are afraid of the same thing. But one of you has to be brave enough to take the risk.”

Tristan tossed back the rest of his drink at that, when both you and Jeff looked over to him with amusement, he shrugged. “I need to be drunker if we’re going to keep talking about all of this deep shit.”

**

CeCe turning seven made you feel ancient. So ancient, in fact, that you woke up Thursday morning with a splitting headache and a sore back. The alcohol from Jeff’s birthday probably took a few days to work itself out of your body, so you spent the first half of the week drinking your bodyweight in water and popping advil.

You weren't sure what you’d done to deserve it, but CeCe’s birthday request was simple: bring a friend to a trampoline park, with Harry, no mom.

At first you were sad. She didn’t want to spend time with you? Was Maeve’s pre-pubescent attitude rubbing off on her at the ripe age of seven?

But then, when she screamed at her sister the night before because she was wearing purple which meant Maeve couldn’t wear purple, you were glad to have the night to yourself and even more glad to dump their bickering on Harry. If he was so keen on being in their lives, he’d get all of it: the bickering, the yelling, the occasional shoving and hair pulling.

He was timid again when he arrived to pick them up, like he didn’t know how to interact with someone with whom he’d once shared a bed. Booster seats strapped in, snacks packed in a bag you prepared for him, money, water bottles, a change of socks in case someone’s got dirty. Pizza, CeCe had been begging, and soda, and then ice cream on the way home.

He nodded when you ran through the plan again, a small smirk on his face that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’ve got it.”

“What are you smiling for?”

“Well, I mean, I know what I’m doing, Y/N--s’not the first time.”

“I know, but she’s seven now and her friend still needs to be home by 9pm and make sure Maeve doesn’t have too much soda or else she’ll be texting on her stupid phone all night.”

“I thought you were taking it from her at bedtime?”

You sighed, about to reply before he cut himself off and backtracked.

“Sorry--not my place, I don’t--anyway. Okay,” he looked down at the four girls. Maeve and Hayley, CeCe and Lily. How on earth he felt comfortable bringing the four of them in public was unknown--probably would be until the day you died--but you practiced going with the flow and let out another exhale.

You were trying to play it cool in more ways than one. Cool mom, not anxious about sending her children off with a famous celebrity who had somehow doubled as the world’s best babysitter or stand-in father-figure. And then casual, nonchalant previous hook-up who didn’t have any feelings about interfacing with Harry despite all that had occurred between you. You’d practiced in your mirror a few times before she showed up, but nothing prepared you for the climbing heartbeat when he rested a hand on CeCe’s head lovingly.

“Okay, Maeve, call me if you need anything. Hayley--your mom already texted me so I’ll keep her updated if you guys are going to be late, but text her when you get to the trampoline park, okay?”

Hayley nodded and Maeve rolled her eyes. CeCe brushed hair out of her face. “Are we good? I have jumping to do.”

Harry stifled a laugh and looked back to you. “We’re good. I’ll text you, enjoy your night.”

They piled in and buckled before you could even shut the garage door and head inside. You poured some wine and stared out into the backyard for a moment, wondering how on earth you’d settled in this house and into a life you almost didn’t recognize. Just a year ago you were finalizing your divorce, trying to figure out where you’d end up, watching your father decline in health as Maeve started wearing a training bra.

Now they were choosing Harry over you and suddenly your family felt more incomplete than it ever had, simply because he moved out.

But instead of sulking in regret, you put on a movie and ordered your own take out. At only 7pm you were already struggling to keep your eyes open, but a vibrating from the end table pulled you back to the movie you were already bored of.

You grabbed your phone and saw it was Harry--a knot in your stomach twisted and tugged when you answered.

“Hi,”

“Hi, uh, everything’s fine, we’re okay, but Maeve maybe broke her arm? I don’t know--Lily’s mom is on her way to come get her and Hayley, so that’s good, but Maeve needs to go to the emergency room.”

“What the fuck happened, Harry, how did she hurt herself?”

You were already up and on your feet, flip flops on and keys in hand when you tugged a sweatshirt over your head but kept spouting off questions.

“Were you not watching them? Is she okay? What hospital?”

“She landed on it wrong, it might just be a sprain or something! Just come and I’ll tell you everything, okay? She’s alright, the EMTs already wrapped her up--”

“She’s going in an ambulance?!”

You were in the car now, heart beating rapidly when your mouth felt dry and the ignition turned on.

“I’ll meet you at the Cedars Sinai in Tarzana, okay? Breathe, Y/N,”

You hung up without another word, blew a red light on the way there and wondered if this was your punishment for being the worst mom ever. Had all of your bad decisions somehow come back to bite you in the ass, or break Maeve’s arm?

Was letting Harry take them to a crowded trampoline park a mistake? Did he get recognized and mobbed and Maeve was a casualty? The questions flew through your head as you flew down the freeway, but you couldn’t shake one particular thought: thank God Harry was calm.

If you were going to be this elevated and out of breath before you even found them in the hospital, someone needed to keep his cool and be able to remember the doctor’s orders.

You pushed into the emergency department of the hospital he’d directed you to in under 13 minutes. A sticker on your chest and a nurse who brought you down a hall to a room with a curtain pulled shut. When she opened it, Maeve was in the bed and CeCe was sat in a chair beside her, Harry paced back and forth.

His eyes were wide when he turned to see you, but you didn’t acknowledge him.

“Sweetie? Hi, what happened, are you okay?”

Harry moved closer to you, but gave you enough space to inspect your daughter.

“I’m fine,” Maeve rolled her eyes when you pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m fine, too,” CeCe said in the corner with an attitude. “It’s still my birthday, you know.”

“How could we forget?” Harry offered her a smile.

“What happened?” You turned around and asked this with force.

“What do you mean what happened? I told you on the phone, she was jumping and messing around and she just landed on it wrong. It was an accident.”

“I’m fine, mom--it hurts but I’m fine, you don’t have to make this a big thing,” Maeve argued again from behind you. You held out a finger to silence her, this wasn’t the moment for her to get involved.

“Were you watching her closely enough, Harry? How many kids were around? You can’t just let her go off and mess around at a place like that, there are so many limbs flailing about, it’s dangerous.”

“There wasn’t anyone else in there,” Harry shrugged.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, almost like he didn’t want to admit it. “I rented it out--I didn’t want anyone else there to, you know, steal the spotlight in case they knew who I was.”

You paused, looked from him to Maeve to CeCe and back. “You rented out a trampoline park for a 7-year-old’s birthday party?”

“Well, she’s not just any 7-year-old,” Harry smiled a little.

“No I’m not!” CeCe sang with excitement.

You gave him a smack across the arm. “Harry!”

“Oh my god, can you relax?” Maeve groaned.

You turned around to tell her to shut it--with a smile, of course--but the doctor pushed her way through a curtain and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Patel, you’re the mom?”

“Yes,” you nodded, crossed your arms and watched as she pushed x-rays up onto a screen.

“Good news is that it’s not broken all the way through, but there’s a fracture. We’ll do a cast for four weeks and do another x-ray then, see how it looks.”

“Okay,” you said, taking it all in. “But she’s alright? She’ll heal okay?”

“She’ll be fine,” Dr. Patel smiled. “The fracture is right here,” she pointed to the screen when she shoved the x-ray up in front of the light. “Four weeks and I’m sure she’ll heal perfectly. She needs to rest, for sure. Ice it tonight, there’s a pediatric orthopedist I recommend for the cast, we can get you an appointment tomorrow. Advil to handle pain over the next week or so but she should feel much better in a few days.”

“I told you,” Maeve snarled.

CeCe was happy sucking on a lollipop, a sticker on her shirt said Birthday Girl in sparkly pink lettering and you didn’t know if it was from the trampoline park or a friendly person in the Cedars Sinai emergency department.

Harry also had his arms crossed over his chest. Dr. Patel smiled and reported that a nurse would be in to give you discharge paperwork and verify an appointment time for Maeve’s cast. When you turned around to see her again, Maeve said: “don’t be mad at Harry.”

“Of course,” you rolled your eyes.

“Of course what?” Maeve asked.

“Of course you say don’t be mad at Harry--”

“Why would you be mad at me?”

“I don’t know! Cause she broke her arm on your watch,” you said, aware of how your emotions were getting the best of you. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to do in front of the girls, maybe this was just another reason why you were winning the award for worst mom of the year.

“Fractured,” Maeve corrected.

“It’s not my fault,” Harry said quickly.

“Well you were the adult there,” you shot back.

“Don’t fight on my birthday!” CeCe whined.

“Typical parents,” Maeve rolled her eyes.

“He’s not your father,” you spit it out without thinking, words that caught everyone off guard and soon hovered in the air overhead when the room fell silent.

Maeve made a face, Harry let his gaze fall to the ground, his lips pursed into a thin line when he looked back up and changed the subject.

“CeCe, I heard there’s ice cream downstairs in the cafeteria if you want some?”

She perked right up at that, stood from her chair and then took his hand to head out of the room and down the hall.

Once it was just you and Maeve, she looked at you and waited.

“What?”

“You’re not going to yell at me?”

“I don’t exactly have it in me right now,” you admitted.

“I know Harry’s not my dad, just to be clear.”

You sighed, about to reply when she cut you off.

“But it feels like that sometimes. I mean, dad’s never around and Harry’s been around so much and you two--”

“I know,” you nodded. “I get it. Believe me.”

It was confusing, and if it was confusing for you, you could only imagine how confusing it was for them. Harry had become a fixture in their lives and someone they could count on, even more than they could count on their own father. And in Maeve’s defense, Harry did act like a parent in a lot of ways. Carpools, cooking, chasing them around the yard--you couldn’t be mad at Maeve for noticing the ways Harry undeniably fit into your family. She wasn’t the enemy, even when she called you on your feelings for him or pointed out the obvious chemistry. She was just observant and hopeful and innocently hoping that Harry would stick around forever. You could relate.

So it wasn’t worth getting worked up--the nurse came in and went over the aftercare plan and Maeve was in better spirits when Harry and CeCe returned with a dish of soft serve with her name on it. She complained in the parking lot that she wanted to ride in Harry’s car and when they both chose to ride with him, he shrugged innocently but promised he’d meet you at home.

He was only a few minutes behind you, let himself in the side door with both of them trailing him when you put the lid on your take out and slid it into the fridge.

“Sorry for interrupting your alone time,” he said with a nod at the half-empty bottle of wine on the island.

“Mommy, do I get another birthday since Maeve ruined mine?”

“I didn’t ruin yours,” Maeve gave her a light shove with her hip. “You got to stay up way past your bedtime, see? It’s already almost 11pm.”

“Which means both of you need to get up there and brush your teeth,” you informed them. “Say goodnight to Harry.”

CeCe filed over first, wrapped her arms around his legs and squeezed. “‘Night Harry thank you for ice cream and jumping!”

“You’re welcome, lovie,” he said, a hand on her head to smooth down her hair.

“Thanks for letting me ride in the ambulance by myself, mom never would have let me,” Maeve said when she wrapped her good arm around him.

“You went alone?” You stopped wiping the counter and looked up at them, somehow that detail got lost in the shuffle and just now clicked.

“And she’s fine and she’s home now, so,” Harry bit back a laugh when you exhaled with force.

“Okay, I can help you brush up, Maeve--I’ll be up in a second.”

CeCe took off at that, her feet disappeared up the stairs when Maeve looked at you, then Harry, then back at you. “I can do it, or CeCe can help. I’m fine, if you want to--I don’t know. Goodnight!”

Was she trying to give you two a minute alone? You made a face when she climbed the stairs but then found Harry smiling at you.

‘“What?”

“She’s trying to give us a minute alone,” he nodded, somehow aware of the thoughts in your head. You felt your cheeks flush at the immaturity of the moment, somehow your twelve-year-old was more in tune with the awkwardness in the kitchen than you were.

You stifled a laugh and stood frozen in place, unsure of what to say or how to behave. A part of you wanted to admit everything: the regret, the remorse, the way you wished he was down the hall or in the other room or simply a phone call away.

Blurting all of that out in your kitchen felt stupid and unpolished, so you put your hands on your hips and shifted your weight from one foot to another. Harry looked at the clock on the wall.

“Do you, uh, want a glass of wine?”

Maybe it was a stupid offer--it was late, the girls had to go to sleep--but something in you wanted to tug him close and ask him to never leave.

He hesitated for a moment, scanned your face, but then nodded. “Sure.”

He watched you reach for glasses and moved to sit at the island. When you corked the bottle and poured, he cleared his throat.

“I, uh, stand by the fact that Maeve getting hurt wasn’t my fault--” he smirked a little, “but, I’m sorry and I’m glad she’s okay.”

“Me too,” you agreed, pushing a glass towards him. “I guess that’s why they make you sign a waiver.”

“I know you think it’s dumb that I rented the whole place out, but I think it was a smart move, that way Maeve doesn’t have to be all embarrassed about being taken out on a stretcher.”

He ran a hand through his hair and laughed, the image of your embarrassed pre-teen brought a selfish smile to your face. He held his glass up and waited for you to clink yours against it. “To Maeve’s speedy healing and to CeCe’s seventh birthday.”

You sighed, “I can’t believe she’s seven. Makes me feel ancient.”

“You’re not ancient.”

“I have a twelve-year-old and a seven-year-old. I think that makes me ancient.”

He rolled his eyes at your theatrics. “How do you think people with twenty-year-olds feel?”

“Even worse,” you grimaced.

He smiled up at you when you set your glass back down. “Sorry we didn’t really get to talk at Jeff’s birthday--I know I was busy and distracted.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to make sure you knew about CeCe’s recital.”

“It’s on my calendar.” An awkward beat. “Is Luke going to be there?”

“Supposedly, he should be.”

Harry nodded, took a loud sip and looked around the room.

“How’s the house coming?”

“Good, yeah--been moving a lot of stuff in. Haven’t stayed over yet, but probably next week. It’ll be weird to live alone, though, haven’t done it in a while.”

“The girls really miss you,” you nodded, a playful eye roll to gauge his reaction. “I haven’t heard the end of it.”

“They do?”

Hope in his eyes when you nodded.

“Of course they do,” you laughed like it should have been obvious, like he should have known about their constant begging to see him or their recounting of happy memories. Remember when Harry said, remember when we, I miss being able to…

“I miss them, too.” Quiet for a moment when he looked at the wine in his glass. He looked up slowly, met your gaze before he shrugged like the words were casual or unimportant. “I miss you.”

When you didn’t say anything he stood up, a step closer to you while you tried to gather your thoughts, your words, offer up anything other than a blank stare brought on by butterflies and beating hearts.

“Mommy, are you coming?” CeCe was at the top of the stairs, her face barely visible around the corner and through her messy hair. “Maeve can’t brush my hair.”

“Coming,” you nodded, eyes on his for a second when he let out an exhale, you lowered your voice to speak only to him. “Sorry.”

He nodded, chest deflated when he took a step back. “S’probably for the best, right?”

Your lips parted to speak, but he turned on his feet and grabbed for his keys on the counter.

“CeCe--I’ll see you next week at the recital, okay? Keep practicing those pirouettes!” He made a funny face at her, a toothy grin when she giggled and then he waved over his shoulder. A half-empty wine glass on the counter was soon the other reminder of his presence when you climbed the stairs.

**

Getting CeCe dressed and ready to go was always a nightmare. Getting Maeve dressed in something that would compliment her cast, not clash with it, was a new dilemma that had you praying the next three weeks would fly by.

With the school year coming to a close and both of your children eager for summer to hit with full force, they were in better spirits despite the clothing dilemma that had plagued your house before CeCe’s recital.

She was three minutes late but still let you kiss her on the head when you pushed her off to join the other leotard-clad kiddos backstage. You found your seats with the Azoffs and Tristan, wondered if Luke or Harry would actually show up like they’d promised.

“‘Scuse me, sorry, m’just heading right there,” you heard his voice before you saw him, felt your shoulders rise up to your ears when you felt Tristan shift beside you to make room for him. He was cutting it close and by the look on his face when your eyes met his, he knew it.

“Hi,” he said it quietly, almost uncertain if you’d reply or give a greeting at all. You offered a tiny smile, Tristan patted him on the thigh once he took his seat.

“Harry!” Maeve grinned when she leaned down and saw him. “Mom, can me and Tristan switch so I can sit next to Harry?”

You were caught off guard by her question, fumbled with the program in hand when Tristan answered for you.

“Of course,” he said, stood and side stepped your daughter as she climbed over your lap.

Maeve threw her arms around Harry when she was close enough. “I have so much to catch you up on with Hayley!”

He smiled at that, hugged her back and then brushed hair out of her face when she sat. “We’re due for a guitar lesson, we can still work on strumming even with the cast on,” he told her. “Maybe we can catch up then.”

He glanced in your direction, another awkward smile when you felt the let down wash over you again.

You tried--you had made so much effort to shift your definition of family to let him fit in it. But sometimes people were too different and goals were too different and sometimes family doesn’t mean happily ever after, just like you always knew.

And you’d tried to tell him, piece together words to explain how you felt and what you wanted, but things always got in the way. Maybe the universe was trying to save you more embarrassment or maybe that was just an excuse you landed on to save yourself any more sleepless nights.

“He smells so good, by the way,” Tristan whispered into your ear, gaining an eye roll from you when the curtain opened. The audience erupted in applause, the sounds of happy parents filled the auditorium when a herd of first graders fell into place in pink tutus.

“There she is!” Maeve pointed up at the stage, a grin on her face so wide you could count her teeth.

CeCe’s face lit up when she found you all in the crowd, but when her eyes settled on Harry, she couldn’t hide her excitement. She waved and jumped up and down a little, gaining composure only when the music started to play.

She twirled around with grace, much more than you’d seen her carry in the backyard during squishball or the knock down, drag out fights she’d been known to have with her sister. She made it through the dance numbers with ease, and you didn’t even realize you were nervous for her until Tristan pried his leg free from your grasp: you’re hurting me.

There were only a few minutes of awkwardness when the show ended. Maeve told Harry about a science project and he shifted on his feet, stealing glances in your direction every few seconds. He excused himself to the restroom only seconds before CeCe burst through the door with a grin on her face, glitter on her cheeks and a ribbon in her hair.

“Did you see me mommy?!”

“I did see you!” You knelt down to squeeze her tight. “You were graceful and poised and you looked absolutely stunning! We got you flowers,” you motioned to the roses in Tristan’s arms, he smiled when he handed them over to her. They were almost as tall as she was but she wrapped both arms around the bouquet.

“You did really good,” Maeve admitted. “And the tutu looks great.”

She was distracted now, her eyes found Harry in the crowd as he walked back from the bathroom, both hands in his pockets until he heard her call his name. “Harry!”

“Hi lovie,” he knelt down and opened his arms. “You did so well! Did you have fun?”

“So much fun!” She giggled. “I didn’t know if you’d come!”

“Of course I came,” he said, his smile faltering a little when he looked up at you. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

You bit your tongue, now wasn’t the time to break your own rule: no shit talking in front of the girls. Sure, it was a rule you first adopted post-Luke, but now it almost felt like talking badly about Harry would hurt them more to hear than if you bad-mouthed their own father.

Maeve looked excitedly in your direction. “Mom, can Harry come to dinner tonight with everyone?”

He stood up now, hand on top of CeCe’s hair when he waited for an answer from you.

You were torn, bit at your lip for a second before you realized you needed to spit out some kind of answer. Your heart wanted him there and with you always, an addition to your family that you never knew you needed or wanted until he was literally under your roof. But your head was nervous, certain that the only thing that would come from this was more heartbreak and more confusion--and that was something that nobody needed.

“Yeah, sure--of course.”

CeCe clapped and jumped up and down again, looking up at her sister. “We can play squishball! I’ll race you to the car!”

They took off, climbed into the backseat and laughed the whole way home when you tried to prevent the headache that you could feel coming on. Jeff beat you back, Shelli and Irv too--soon the grill was on and Jeff wore an apron with handprints from three Christmases ago. Best Uncle Ever.

A few of CeCe’s friends and their parents tagged along, and soon you were handing out glasses of wine to other moms and wishing it didn’t hurt to see him help Maeve put her hair up in a pony-tail.

You kept yourself busy as host, do you need another drink, thanks for coming, we love the neighborhood. Anything to keep you from staring at him from across the backyard wondering what on earth he meant when he said s’probably for the best.

But he was calm, talked with Jeff and Irv and stood by the grill to help pass around plates when dinner was ready. He helped CeCe cut her burger in half and laughed when Maeve pulled out the waterproof wrap she’d convinced you to buy on Amazon so she could still go swimming.

He didn’t speak to you, though, quick glances your way when you’d reply to someone else--talking up and down and all around each other as if direct acknowledgement might cause the house to catch fire.

It was unavoidable, though, when he wandered towards the front of the house with his head buried in his phone, unaware that he’d caught you in a private moment.

The beep of Luke’s voicemail had your blood boiling, and you’d probably leave a string of threats had Harry not looked up and realized, finally, it was just the two of you in the driveway.

“Sorry,” he said awkwardly, eyes glancing around to confirm that no one else was nearby.

“No, it’s fine.” You pulled the phone away from your face and hung up. “I was just trying to get a hold of Luke. He said he’d come but then he didn’t show up. Now he’s not answering my calls, so--”

“Seems like nothing’s changed,” he nodded, disappointment in his voice when he shoved a hand in his pocket.

You let out an awkward laugh both at Harry’s sentiment and presence. “Yeah, well, I don’t know if we can ever really expect it to, right?”

“Right.”

The music from the backyard wafted over the roof, a car drove by outside the gate and he looked at you for a second before forcing out more small talk.

“How’s work been?”

“Good,” you nodded, an uncomfortable burn in your chest when you realized he now fell in the category of people who don’t know. He didn’t know how your meetings went, he didn’t know what you wanted for dinner. He didn’t know what Maeve was learning in math and he didn’t know about CeCe’s loose tooth.

“How’re things with you?”

“Good--my house is done, and I’m pretty much all moved in, so that’s nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of quiet, you know. No yelling down the hall or noise from the backyard.”

You forced a laugh, “must be nice.”

“It’s miserable, actually.”

You looked up at that, caught off guard by the emotion and seriousness in his voice. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” he laughed like you were crazy, kept himself in check but then shrugged. “I just--I don’t know. I miss being here with you three.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been kind of shitty here without you, too.”

He took a step closer to you at that, eyebrows knit together on his forehead like he’d been waiting to ask: “Why did you make me leave?”

You searched for an answer, let out a few squeaks when he seemed to hang on every word. “Because I didn’t know what was happening, everything moved so quickly between us and--”

“You were scared?”

“That’s what everyone keeps saying.”

He let out a sigh. “I know what happened between us was weird and unexpected, but that doesn’t make it wrong.”

“I know,” you nodded, honesty pouring out of you like floodgates had been opened. “I think I just pulled back when I panicked and--I don’t know. I tried to avoid what ended up happening.”

The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk, another step closer. “Which was?”

“You leaving and all of us being heartbroken.”

He smirked, parted his lips to speak but you cut him off. “Instead of waiting for it to possibly happen, I became the queen of self-fulfilling prophecies.”

As if on cue, CeCe burst through the front door as she searched for you. When she looked up to see both of you in the driveway, she smiled. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No,” you rolled your eyes and laughed, surprised again by her wit and charm.

“CeCe,” Harry kneeled down, held out a hand to usher her over. “Do you remember what you told me about your art project when we went for pizza, that night a few weeks ago when you got a blue gumball from the machine near the bathroom?”

“Hmm,” she thought on it for a second. “The one with Mrs. Platsky?”

“Yeah--that one.”

“What about it?” She asked.

“Can you tell mommy what you drew?”

“Well, first she asked to draw what we thought of when we thought of ‘home’ a while ago, like a few weeks ago, I think. But then the next week she helped us make family trees and I drew mine with purple leaves,” she smiled excitedly and giggled when Harry nodded.

“Do you have that somewhere?”

“Yeah, in my backpack probably!”

“Do you want to get it so we can show mom?”

This made her nervous, she looked down to her feet, still in ballet slippers. “Well, yeah, but mom said we had to stop acting like we were a family.”

He looked down at her and then up at you, a small smile on his face when she shrugged one shoulder. “I was never acting, for the record.”

You held back a laugh, rolled your eyes at his smooth remark.

“Okay, I’ll go get it,” CeCe nodded, apparently that was enough for her. She ran off, back into the house to search for whatever it was, and for some reason, tears filled your eyes when he stood back up and looked at you.

“I don’t know what your definition of family is, but I can tell you mine.”

You tried to wipe at your eyes to hide any evidence of emotion, but he caught your hands and held them in his.

“I think of people I love, people I feel like I can be myself with. I think about this house, and your daughters, and I think about you. I think about the stupid fights that they have and I think about how happy I would be if I got to see them go off to prom or to college or on their first date--but that one makes me really nervous, actually.”

You laughed at that, the crack of a smile on your face brought one to his.

“I also didn’t expect this to turn out the way it did, but I don’t care if you’re thirty-two and I don’t care if you have children, because I love them, too. And I would rather be here in this house with a nontraditional definition of family than on my own in Malibu.”

You nodded, let him wrap his arms around you when you felt your forehead hit his shoulder. And because there was no privacy in this house or in this family, Maeve also burst through the door and smiled wide.

“Are you guys hugging?!”

“Does it look like we’re hugging?” Harry teased, opening an arm so Maeve could squeeze her way in.

She wrapped her arms around you, “I’ve been waiting for you guys to figure it out.”

“I found it, I found it!” CeCe came running out again, by now Jeff had wandered out too, Irv and Shelli looked on while Zoey came out to the driveway with Benny on her hip to see the commotion.

Harry knelt down again, helped CeCe unroll a piece of construction paper that had, as promised, purple leaves.

“Here’s you, mom, you’re up here near Grandpa,” she smiled. “Then daddy’s over here, and Harry’s here, then Maeve is next to me. Then Auntie Shelli and Uncle Irv are here with Uncle Jeff--and then Benny’s here, I drew a little baby, see?”

“I do see,” you placed a hand on top of her head, smiled through tears as she pointed around to all of the people who loved you, all of the people who you could be yourself with, all of the people standing around watching as CeCe proudly displayed her family tree.

“Mom,” Maeve tugged at your arm again. “I don’t mean to put you on the spot with everyone here, but I think now would be a good time to tell Harry you like him.”

Shelli let out a laugh, wrapped an arm around Irv when Tristan shouted: “I agree, Y/N, I think now’s a good time.”

You looked around at all of them, half embarrassed, but settled and content and actually happy. Then your eyes settled on Harry, a coy smirk as he looked at you expectantly.

“Do I really have to say it?”

“Mmm,” he nodded, “I think you do.”

“Fine,” you sighed, motioning a hand around the driveway. “With everyone as my witness, I think you’re pretty cool.”

Maeve cleared her throat, “and you love him.”

You tried to fight a smile, looked at Harry when he grinned down at Maeve. “You can tell your mom I love her, too.”

CeCe had crawled her way up to Jeff’s shoulders now, a big smile on her face. “Oh just kiss already!” she giggled.

Harry’s eyes went wide in her direction, “how did you know I wanted to do that?”

“I’m just smart,” she shrugged. “I know lots of things.”

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