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The bed dipped as he slid into the sheets, lifting the covers quietly, watching your resting body in the dim moonlight for any sign of movement. He was careful, because he knew you were a light sleeper. The slightest disturbance would wake you, and he wasn’t ready to surprise you just yet. He wanted you to wake up to him the next morning, and scream your head off in excitement, covering his face with kisses. He wanted to be pounced on, and smacked a bit “why didn’t you tell me!” and pinched. He wanted you to be surprised and rested.

Taking a long breath in he slid under the blankets, clambering with his lanky clunky limbs, finding the mattress and holding his breath when his head hit the pillow. He exhaled in relief, quietly and slowly, when you had not moved a single inch. He was exhausted from the red eye flight, and frankly wanted to pass out right then and there, but he was too busy enjoying the way your nose looked in the contrasting light. And the way the little puffs of breath escaped your lips as you slumbered. He enjoyed watching you dream, your eyelids flickering a bit from time to time, and brow furrowing then relaxing in seconds. Perched on his elbow, he watched you exist. He watched your soft movements and wanted so badly to kiss your cheek.

“Ha…” escaped your lips just gently, his ears perked up, waiting for you to continue. But you shuffled and moved, rolling over to face him.

He couldn’t help himself; he had to push the hair out of your face. His fingers grazed over your soft cheek, a gentle stir stopped him, but then he continued, smiling when his fingers tucked under your ear and you sighed, a happy sigh, your lips automatically puckering like you were going in for a kiss.

Harry leaned in, tucking his face in slowly, before skimming your lips gently. He held it there for a moment carefully, then pressing his lips to yours. He held it there for a while, just feeling, not moving, your soft skin on his driving him wild. Suddenly you inhaled hard, eyes popping open and he pushed his lips back.

Your eyes adjusted and you groaned, and then sort of jumped at the figure in front of you.

“Shhh”, he skimmed his thumb over your bottom lip, “s’only me, baby”,

“Harry”, your eyes immediately started to water. You weren’t sure if this was real or a dream, but you didn’t care. Everything about him made your heart fill up and your brain go woozy. And you liked the feeling.

“Wanted to surprise you”, he said softly, “didn’ mean to wake you”, as he spoke you watched his jaw line move in the moonlight and your instincts told you to touch. Reaching out for him his lips grazed your palm, your fingers tucking a loose curl behind his ear, just like he just did to you. He watched your eyes as you made the connection that he was not in fact a dream, and pulled you close into his arms when he noticed you were going to start waking up before he wanted you to.

“Baby go back to sleep”, he said in your neck, “I’ll be here tomorrow morning… and for a long time”, he reminded you but all you wanted to do was kiss every part of his face. But your sleepiness was dominant right now, his smell and his warmth overwhelming your senses so comfortably it was like you were being hypnotized.

“Turn around”, you told him and you felt him smirk into your neck, and he softly turned in your arms that were wrapped tightly around him, pulling him close into your chest.

You nuzzled your nose into the space between his shoulder blades and took a deep breath, the smell almost enough for you to roll your eyes all the way back into your head.

He rubbed your arm and kissed your wrist, adjusting himself as you held him. You loved being the big spoon, and he loved that you loved it.

“Gon’ kiss your face all over tomorrow”, you yawned, your yawn transferring to him, causing a small squeak from his mouth and a shudder when he was done.

“Lookin’ forward to it”, he mumbled sleepily, “sleep, love”, and you pulled him close, taking one more big breath in, snuggling your perfect body pillow.

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Despite Harry being less than active on social media, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t creep through Instagram and Twitter after the shows.

He used a fake account to scroll, constantly liking pictures and videos of his wife dancing or funny fan signs to his phone.

Tonight, after the Philly show, YN was already fast asleep in their tour bus bed - she had curled into Harry with her leg between his and her head on his bicep.

Harry was trending on Twitter for his show, however, he scrolled a bit further and noticed that a hashtag called #JusticeforYN was trending.

When he clicked on the link, it took him down a rabbit hole of screenshots and videos from the concert.

It doesn’t take long to see what had happened, it was a girl recording herself on Snapchat from the pit during the concert.

The ‘fan’ held up her phone enough that you could see her but also YN, Jeff, Harry Lambert, and Tommy in the background behind the pit.

Adore You started blasting through his AirPod and the girl recorded his wife dancing with their friends - he gets distracted for a moment, watching her have fun and sing along.

He loved her so fucking much.

But then, it’s the next clip, and the captioned text on the video said ‘Harry’s Whore.’

The small smile on his face disappears instantly when he sees where this is going.

In the next few segments, the girl is screaming things at YN who can’t even hear them because of the music but it’s still completely disrespectful.

“Hi, Harry’s Whore!”

“Get the fuck outta here, nobody wants you here!”

“Fuck you!”

It makes Harry rage, even from the comfort of his bunk with his perfect love, and then he digs deeper to find his real fans defending YN.

YN was pretty loved by the fans. She was always kind, posted pictures of Harry (because he rarely did), and made really kickass merch.

He finds the Twitter account of the girl who harassed his wife, her name was Gina, and he read through her tweets.

She was going to three more of the concerts - following them from Philly to Detroit.

One of her tweets said…

‘If you guys are mad about what I said during the last concert, just wait what I have to say to her next time.’

And he also finds out that she had won a meet and greet for the DC show through the record label and Harry already knew what he was gonna do.

-

YN wakes up before Harry, sitting in the small living area of the bus - watching a cooking show on the television and still slightly dozing in and out of sleep.

“Hi bun,” She mumbles, opening her arms and legs to let Harry flop between them. Chest to chest and he was a bit to heavy for this but he liked laying like this.

“Mornin’, my love,” Harry rasps, peppering kisses all over her jaw and the smooth column of her neck until she giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be saying good morning to your whore on tour?” YN replies, her voice is light and unbothered - obviously found out the online drama.

Harry tenses up, looks up at her seriously, and tells her, “M’gonna take care of it.”

“Don’t, it’s fine, bubs,” YN assures him, she’s smiling softly and Harry just…he is so obsessed with the woman below him that he has to kiss her for a long moment.

“No, it’s not. I’m not going t’let someone treat m’wife like that. She won tha’ meet and greet. I’m gonna have a talk w’her when she comes backstage,” Harry tells her, lips brushing on every word and he can help but grind his hips forward against her.

“Always so horny in the morning,” Yn teases but still lets her thighs fall open a little bit more so that the only barrier is their underwear.

“Can y’blame me? Look wha’ I wake up to,” He rumbles, voice getting illogically deeper and raspier when he speaks.

It’s not long before he tugs his briefs down just enough and her panties to the side to get inside her with his lips glued to hers.

He’s whispering things that would make him blush with embarrassment if anyone heard him.

“Can’t believe y’mine after all this time.”

“Y’my perfect match, on m’knees for you whenever you ask.”

“Arena full of people and all I see is you, baby.”

“Feel like heaven.”

“Only y’make me feel like this.”

“Come on, stubborn girl. Show me y’love me.”

-

Harry looks insanely stunning in his purple outfit but honestly - YN always steals the show (without even trying). ***

They’re in a common area, waiting for the meet and greet with the fans - it’s comical how Gina’s face drops when she arrives to see Harry facing away from everyone with YN giggle as he crowds her up against a wall.

They can hear Harry murmur, “Y’alway showin’ me up. Only gonna be able to look at y’during the show, bug.”

“Harry,” Jeff calls to his client, making him turn around and his eyes instantly search the small groups of fans until his eyes land on a girl dressed in a bright pink fishnet dress and boa.

“You,” Harry points at her, his face isn’t giving away any emotion, “Can I have a chat w’you?”

“S-sure,” She stutters, eyes wide and excited - oblivious that Harry actually knows what she had been posted on social media.

The singer takes her off to the side, YN’s eyes keep darting to them as she chats with the friendly fans who are complimenting her dress and her merch designs.

Frank is standing near Harry, prepared to escort the girl out after the conversation.

“Can we get a selfie?” Gina asks, pulling out her cellphone.

“No,” Harry replies seriously, “You also are going to get escorted out of this arena and banned from any of my future concerts.”

“Wh-what?” The girl stumbles, eyes watering as she looks at him in confusion and dismay.

“I need to make this a safe space for everyone who comes to my concerts. That especially includes m’wife. And I don’t feel comfortable havin’ someone scream at m’wife and posting nasty things on social media attending my concert.”

Realization flashes across Gina’s face, “I’m so so sorry. I can apologize. I really didn’t mean-“

“No. I don’t think my whore of a wife would want to hear it,” Harry chuckles with a nasty edge, “Y’can fuck off now. Go find a new artist to harass ‘cause if I see y’face at one of m’concerts - y’getting kicked out immediately.”

Frank appears beside them, gently guiding the hysterical girl out of the room while the fans look back in confusion.

They forget all about it once Harry saunters up to them and gives them a crooked smile, “Hi, m’Harry. How are y’guys?”

The fans don’t miss his hand moving quickly to squeeze his wife’s hip in reassurance before starting to sign things and take pictures.

-

Later that night, the disgruntled ‘fan’ sends out a nasty few tweets where real fans go after her and defend YN.

Also, the true fans are cooing over the fact that Harry is such a good husband.

haleyhs22: omg, could you imagine being called out by the nicest guy on this earth

tpwkjess_young: okay but I wish I had the luck that @ynstyles has to get a manz like that 😩

UsWeekly: Harry Styles bans ignorant fan from tour after nasty videos were leaked attacking his wife

strawberriesinsummer: harry is such a VIBE. Like he deadass kicked that girl out and then spent the whole night trying to seduce his wife with his shimmies and winks - he’s the hoe 🍑

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subrry with mommy kink and breastfeeding blurb? please?😩

"Mummy! Hurry up!" Harry shouted from the bed as he got into bed and rubbed at his eyes.

"Be patient," I called back and grinned as I heard him whining. Grabbing my floss, I flossed my teeth as quickly and thoroughly I could. Flashing my teeth at the mirror, I nodded satisfied, and shut off the light.

"Mummy," Harry cried as I walked into the bedroom. He made grabby hands at me.

"I'm coming, baby," I smiled and put my robe over the chair in the corner.

"Want milk," he whispered as he squirmed on the bed while rubbing his eyes again.

"Are you so sleepy tonight?" I asked as I pulled back the blankets on my side and slid under them. He always got a little emotional and extra needy when he was very tired.

Harry nodded. "Yeah," he replied and pouted as he moved closer.

Lying down on my side, I got comfortable before nodding. "Okay, come here," I said.

Immediately Harry put his mouth to one of my breasts and started suckling greedily.

"Take it easy, baby. Going to get a tummy ache," I whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair.

Harry blinked up at me before slowing down and suckling a little slower.

"Good boy," I told him while grabbing the blankets and covering us more.

Sighing happily, Harry switched over to my other breast and started suckling on that. His hand loosely holding me close, his fingers occasionally twitching against my back.

Closing my eyes, I let him suckle away as we slowly feel asleep.

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dirty business halloween

dirty business social media post 

breeding trip oh baby baby*

level up harry’s birthday*

level up Y/N birthday

protective mate bite wolfrry 

soft wolfrry

cowboy!harry pickup truck sex*

JUST SMUT

messy throat fucking *

subbrry orgasm

*dom!harry knowing someone can hear*

cock worship* 

spanking with harry’s rings on*

best friend pining angst*

thigh riding*

dom!harry talking dirty at dinner with their friends*

pussy spitting* 

face slapping*

subrry sucking strap*

mean dom!harry*

mean dom!harry professor!harry*

“that’s my spot”*

mean daddy!harry size kink*

boxrry after match*

cheating with Y/N*

ex lovers kiss*

cock warming*

dilfrry age gap 

[part two]*

FFM threesome* [angst warning]

“I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

H can’t keep his hands out of Y/N’s panties

JUST FLUFF

super clingy H

taking care of Y/N after a bad day 

hades!harry trying to make persephone!Y/N a flower crown 

after care

waiting for gang!harry to come home

italy harry 

mafia/gang harry being protective 

Y/N cleaning up college!Harry after a fight

Harry sitting in Y/N’s lap

Prince!Harry x POC princess

“I don’t want to see you with him again.”

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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.

Sleepover

A little less than 1.5k words of pure fluff on a sleepover.

You woke up in front of the TV, yawning as you sat up.

The end credits of some movie were rolling on screen, and Harry was behind you, fast asleep. Untangling yourself from him as gently as you could, you started cleaning up, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl from the coffee table and walking into the kitchen to slide it onto the counter. When you walked back in, remote in hand to shut off the TV, Harry was awake and yawning.

“Exciting film, hm?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

“Absolutely riveting,” you agreed, sitting down next to him. You stretched your hands towards the ceiling, leaning back against the arm of the couch as you bit your lip and looked around the room.

“I’m worried,” Harry murmured with a smile. “You have your thinking face on.”

“You should be,” you replied. “It’s quite painful.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

A moment of silence, and then, “What do you say to a sleepover?” you asked.

Harry raised a brow. “As opposed to sleeping in my own home in Holmes Chapel?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “No, no, I mean… I mean, like, a makeover night.”

“Should I be insulted?”

You groaned, gently kicking at his foot. “You’re being difficult, Styles.”

“It’s a talent of mine,” Harry said, but he shrugged, placing the bottle on the coffee table and stretching his arms to the ceiling. “I guess. As long as you don’t do the cucumbers. I don’t have the self control for that, and I hardly think you’d fancy seeing my gecko impression.”

“Well, now I have to see what that’s about,” you laughed.

Harry grinned and stood up. “Right, then, shall we? What’re you thinking? Nail varnish? Face masks? The works?” You nodded, pointing in the general direction of where you thought the supplies would be. “Yeah, you check in there for that stuff, and I’ll see if we have any cucumbers… Think your gecko impression would be the same with pickles?”

“I doubt it,” Harry replied with a grimace. “Maybe a puking gecko, but I’m not sure…”

You giggled, heading for the kitchen. “Cucumbers it is!”

Thankfully, you found them, and once you’d chopped some up and put them in a bowl, you walked back into the living room. There, Harry had set up a wonderful display of the various face masks and nail polishes he’d found throughout the apartment.

“Wow,” you said as you sat down next to him on the floor. “I’m impressed.”

“Just wait ‘till you see my manicure skills,” Harry replied with a grin.

“Ooh, big talk.”

“Doubt me, do you?” Harry asked, feigning hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “Come on, then, I’ll show you…” He uncapped a bottle of nail polish and took your hand, setting the bottle on the floor.

He started painting your nail, and you couldn’t help but smile at his focus. His lip was between his teeth, his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched as he concentrated on your fingers. A curl had slipped over his forehead, and you gently tucked it back into place.

He looked up, then, and noticed your fond smile. “What?” he asked, a self conscious smile taking over his own face. “You’re looking at me funny.” You shook your head, embarrassed despite yourself, and said, “Nothing. Just, uh - you forgot the face masks, mister professional.”

“Christ, it’s not my fault!” Harry scoffed, grinning at you. “It’s a challenge, love - earn double points if you can do it one handed.” You raised a brow, grabbing for the package. “Don’t really have a choice, do I?” you asked, lifting the hand he was holding.

“There you have it, then,” Harry said with a smile. “Good luck!”

“Gee, thanks, Styles,” you laughed, using our teeth to rip open the seal. It was some sort of paper one, and it smelled like strawberries. It stuck to itself as you flapped it to open it up, and you frowned, glancing at Harry.

He wasn’t paying attention, still hard at work.

Softly, you laughed again, and tried to maneuver it onto your face.

Once he’d finished your one hand - that’s what you’d guessed, at least, you were keeping your face towards the ceiling so the mask wouldn’t fall off as you tried to get it to stick - he looked up, and then he laughed at you.

“You look bloody ridiculous!” he cackled, and you scoffed, looking down at him, and it fell off. “It’s not my fault,” you whined, “you’re not helping me!” Harry sighed, smiling as he shook his head, and set down the nail polish brush to help you.

He’d gotten some color on his fingers, though, and when he got it on and you looked at your reflection in the dark TV, there was green color all over the white paper mask. “You look like you’ve got the chickenpox or summat,” Harry snickered, and you giggled, shaking your head. “Chickenpox is red, idiot.”

“So you’re special,” Harry amended, leaning in to kiss you. Then he spluttered, tasting the mask, and shook his head. “This is why I didn’t want the mask on,” he told you, and you grinned, nudging his knee with your own. “Chickenpox is contagious, anyway.”

“Not if I’ve already had it!”

You shrugged. “Yeah, well, green chickenpox is different.”

“Glad to know my girlfriend’s a green chickenpox expert,” Harry said. “Now let me see your other hand… what are we thinking… purple, maybe?” You raised a brow. “Purple and green? What are you going for? Barney?”

Harry laughed, his face lighting up. “I was going for eggplant! But Barney’s much better.”

“Oh, wonderful,” you replied, inspecting your left hand as he started on your right. “Not too bad, actually,” you murmured, and Harry looked up for a moment. “What did I say? I missed my calling, love, swear it.”

“There’s no doubt about it,” you laughed.

He finished your hand and sat back, admiring his work. “You know, I’m thinking maybe we’re made a mistake,” he said after a second, and you frowned. “What?” you asked. He looked up, and said, “I’m not sure how my nails are going to look if you’re painting them with wet nails yourself…”

You grinned, shaking your head. “Can’t believe you’d doubt me. Your nails will look just fine, H, don’t you worry,” you assured him. “But put on your facial mask first! And cucumbers! Lemme see this gecko impression of yours.”

“Oh, Christ, I forget about that,” Harry said as you handed him the bowl. “C’mon, Styles, can’t disappoint now!” you replied excitedly, and Harry smiled, putting on the mask expertly and then placing two cucumbers on his eyes.

You were already giggling, and he was too, and the cucumbers kept slipping because of how widely he was smiling. “Shush!” he laughed, glaring at you mockingly. “I can’t concentrate!” You held back your laughter, putting a hand over your mouth.

Finally, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing, he got the cucumbers in place. Then, as he moved his face, the cucumber slowly made its way to his cheek, and he grabbed it with his tongue. Crunching on it victoriously as you cracked up in laughter, he looked back at you, catching the other cucumber as it fell.

“Impressive, huh?” he asked, and you fell back against the couch as you laughed. “You really did look like a gecko!” you exclaimed, and Harry leaned into you, wiggling his eyebrows. “Wanna see what else this tongue can do?”

You only laughed harder, close to tears, and Harry scoffed, sitting back. “What, do my charms not work any more?” he asked, and you shook your head, still laughing “I can’t take you seriously in that mask!” you gasped. “You look like a ghost!”

Harry pouted, sitting back. “A cute ghost?” he asked, and your laughter faded to a smile as you gently tapped his cheek. “A very cute ghost,” you said with a nod. Harry grinned. “Right, well, you look like Scrooge.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding… Maybe Casper,” he said.

“Yeah, well, these nails look like a two year old did them,” you said back, sticking your tongue out at him. Harry pouted again, crossing his arms across his chest. “Yeah, well, you look like a two year old!”

“Yeah, ‘cause of these nails!”

Harry laughed, shaking his head, and pulled you close. “You wanna know how much I love you?” he asked softly. “Hm?” you said. “I love you so much,” he whispered, “I’m gonna kiss you with these masks on.”

“Wow, that’s a lot,” you giggled.

Harry smiled, and kissed you. “Sure is.”

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In Return - Harry Styles

a/n: i just really wanted to write something with cockwarming and… this is that. that’s all, just a short fic to get it off my mind lmao

warning: cockwarming and sex ofc

word count: 1.2k

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“Pretty please! I’m begging you!”

Following Harry into the kitchen you pout at him, giving him your best puppy eyes as he moves around, trying to ignore you, but he miserably fails, especially when he glances at you and sees your pouty look that’s all for him. He can never resist it, you know that and use it against him pretty often.

“Why are you so obsessed with it anyway?” he asks sighing.

“Because I’m dying to see you with a good, smudged smoky-eye look, just like the rest of the world!” you stomp your foot against the checkered tile. You’ve been trying to get him to let you do his makeup for the longest time, but you just saw an edited picture of him floating around the internet where someone put dark eyeshadow on him and he looked so damn hot, you just have to see it for real.

“What do I get in return?” he cockily smirks at you, tilting his head to the side.

“I don’t know, what do you want?” you shrug. You watch him think for a little before his grin widens.

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1/ ok long anon :) back longer than ever ! because was there one time Harry was seen at like a western bar? or a bar that had a mechanical bull and he rode it ?? Then left with a girl? did that actually happen am I making that up? Anyways Harry’s in the middle of his American tour and has a 3 day break before his next show on Friday. And let’s pretend he’s somewhere around Nashville, or down further south near Dallas or Houston, or maybe west near Phoenix, or could be up in Boston, anyways point is, it’s Tuesday night and Harry just wants to find a place to have a beer at an actual bar with his band and some of the crew, and hopefully not be center of attention for a moment. And the bar he manages to make his way into isn’t packed whatsoever, but still has a nice crowd of what seems to be older locals, there for open mic night/karaoke. He and the band manage to make their way in to go sit at a booth tucked away and if any of the patrons do spare a look at him, it’s not really at him, but more so at his funky multicolored cardigan. And Harry’s having a great time just being able to be out drinking and having a good time with his friends, just laughing over stories told, pausing to listen to whoever is up at the mic if they catch his ear. Harry suggests another round of drinks, and he walks up to where you’re behind bar in a pair of Levi’s shorts, head turned away as you’re filling up a glass from the tap, and as if you could sense someone there behind you, you’re already saying “I’ll be with you in a second” without even turning around. And when you hear a “take your time” in an accent that’s definitely not from one of your usual crowd, you quickly look over your shoulder and just as quickly turn back to the tap because holy shit…it’s actually Harry Styles at this bar of all places. And as you turn to take the drink you poured to the patron at the corner of the bar, Harry gets an actual look at you and thinks to himself oh wow…she’s pretty. Really, really pretty even in this low lighting. And as you slide your way back over to him, you ask “what can I get you?” in the most calm cool collected way you can manage. And maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s because he’s naturally a menace, but Harry says “your name” with a slight grin. And you won’t lie, hearing that from Harry Styles did make your heart start pumping faster, and a smirk starts to make its way to your mouth that Harry catches, but is shaken away as you roll your eyes because men really are the same no matter who they are and you respond “it’s y/n. Now seriously, what can I get you? They don’t look it, but this crowd can get rowdy if they don’t get their drinks in time even if I tell them that it was a young big shot rock star decided to hold up the line” And there it is. The little weight that settled on your shoulders for a second lifted because you know that he knows and he knows that you know who he is. But you also can’t help but notice the little bit of hurt that crossed Harry’s face when you responded. And Harry, he’s a little taken back by your sharp response, mouth dropped, but not so much shocked that you know who he is (he’s not conceited just knows how relevant/big he is). And he doesn’t know what it is whether it’s the fact that you’re so pretty, or the fact you tried to play it cool (the shocked-knowing glance you made at him when you thought he didn’t notice turns out was noticed) the alcohol, or the slight bite in your response, but he turns to look back at the booth with his friends and notices that they’re so deep into conversations and laughs and (some even dancing with some of the older patrons) honestly, haven’t noticed that Harry’s been gone for a moment. He looks back to you and says “Y/N” (that rolls nice off his lips), “I’m sorry, I’ll have one of whatever is on tap.” And you nod as you turn to pour his drink while Harry decides to settle in and take a seat at the bar. And when you place his drink on the table, he goes “Seriously, I’m sorry if I offended you or made you uncomfortable in anyway.”

2/ And you notice how genuine he sounds right now, and you were neither offended or uncomfortable, just more shocked that Harry Styles is asking for your name. You tell him “it’s fine, really, just wasn’t expecting /that/ from you. Anyways, what managed to bring you all the way over here?” And that’s how you two started talking about everything really even as you excused yourself to fill orders, the conversation was easily jumped back into. Harry told you of how he’s been on tour and just needed to feel like a person and you told him about yourself. How you took up bartending because you’re starting grad school in the fall and little stories about the old timey crowd that like to inhabit this place. Like how behind the dingy curtain on the little stage, there’s actually a mechanical bull that is hardly ever used now because too many drunk old people nearly breaking a hip trying to live out their Wild Wild West fantasy. And you both don’t really notice, but as the conversation has gone on, he’s leaned more across the bar as you’ve leaned closer to him as well. Harry’s noticing how your eyes crinkle when you laugh and the mole on your forearm as you stretch to hand people their drinks. And your beautiful doesn’t go missed by the kind elderly guests who he can hear make comments on how “you get prettier every time I see you y/n” And you’re really smart. When you told him what you’re going to grad school for, and what you’re researching, Harry was reminded how he stopped going to school at 16. And you’re noticing how easy he is to talk to. Surprisingly easy and despite being a huge celebrity, he’s really down to earth, still cocky but charming. He’s also so handsome, strikingly so, especially this close. Anyways, the night has gone on, more of the crowd turning in for the night, and you’re now around the bar, sitting on the stool next to Harry, knees occasionally knocking against each other, still talking. At some point you’re both broken out of whatever trance you’re both under by each other by one of Harry’s friends coming over to tell him that they’re all leaving and you think sadly to yourself that this weird, unexpected, encounter has come to an end. But when you see that Harry hasn’t gotten up from his stool, and he tell them that’s going to stay back and he’ll get a ride back later, something lights up in your belly. As they all wave back at him you send a wave off as well and Harry turns back to you and says “Is that okay with you? I’m honestly having a really great time talking with you.” And you swear steam could come out of your ears and your face is probably beet red right now as a high pitch “no, that’s fine, I’m really having a great time too. But I am going to have to start closing up now, so if you do want to leave…” and Harry is all “oh….well is it okay if I stay as you close up, give you some extra company? I promise I’ll stay out of your way, or I could help, you know?” And he adds with a smile, “Whatever I can do that’ll make you want me to stay, lovely” And that last part makes you smitten really as you nod okay to him. So the bar is now closed, and you’ve been going through your usual closing routine (it’s just you that night since it was Tuesday) and you just can’t believe Harry Styles is here helping you sweep and flip chairs onto tables (“I can help some. I used to be a baker you know?”) And you’ve plugged your phone into the speaker to play your Spotify as you clean and when you hear the opening of Canyon Moon, a shock runs up your spine as you pause mid tabletop wipe down and your eyes move to meet Harry who has looked up mid sweep. And you’re blushing again and stammering an apology of “I am so sorry let me change it” as you rush to your phone to change it as Harry who has gone back to sweeping says “no I like this one” with a grin and looks back to you. And you’re a little relieved but still embarrassed biting your lip as you tell him “yeah i do too” with a returned grin.

3/ And you both go back to cleaning and talking, you’ve both ended up in one of the booths, Your feet brushing against each other under the table as you finish up looking over inventory sheets between asking Harry about his tattoos (his sleeves rolled up,holding his arm out on the table as you admire and you didn’t miss the flex of his hand when you brushed against the one of the holy Bible asking if the placement of the bookmark means anything particular). And at some point Harry looks towards the stage at one point and asks “is there really a bull behind there?” And you told him “yeah and that bull has a name, and it’s Stella by the way named after an actual cow the owner had on a farm as a kid” and now you’re pulling the curtain to reveal, the very intimidating mechanical bull that takes up most of the tiny stage. And Harry’s all “can I ride it?” And you’re all “are you sure? I mean it hasn’t been used in awhile besides my coworkers when we’re fucking around after closing sometimes.” And Harry’s like “yeah it looks like fun.” And that’s how he ended up, on top of the bull, shoes discarded and socked feet, holding on with one hand as the bull bucked and you laughed at first because of how ridiculous he looked, and he’s laughing along with you having the time of his life too, but oh…the way he’s practically grinding against the seat is making you have some really impure thoughts. And you shake your head a little as he’s finally lost his bearings and has fallen off onto the protective padding below laughing his head off. And jokingly you say “23 seconds. And here id thought you’d last longer.”

4/ And Harry catches your shot at his ego as he gains his composure, rising up to where you are at the controls to say “heyyy now. Bet you can’t do better.” And you’re a little insulted at his assumption because you mentioned earlier to him that you and the rest of the workers here will occasionally ride the bull after work for fun and you’d managed stay on the longest several times thanks to your highly strategized technique you’ve developed, as you scoff “oh please I know how to ride” and your eyes widen because you didn’t mean for your response to be that saucy, but Harry is already looking at you with that smirk and says “well, show me how you ride then” and you swallow and agree and after giving harry a rundown on the easy to use controls, you’re perched on the bull. With the bull facing the away, your starting with your back towards Harry, and he can’t help but to notice your ass in your shorts again as it’s slightly arched on the bull with your hand in the air. Once he actually starts up the bull, he realizes how right you were about knowing how to ride. And he didn’t think this was possible but you’ve managed to make this whole activity seem graceful? In the way that you’re going with the motions of the bull. Harry also can’t help but notice how sexy you look up on it too, he can’t help but let his himself imagine you riding him like how you are on the bull right now. You rocking rhythmically back and forth on the saddle. Harry’s glad that he’s behind the controls right now as he reaches to his pants to discreetly adjust himself because he’s getting hard. And your gleeful laughter snaps him out of his dirty thoughts as you make eye contact with him, and it’s a split second but oh did you just see him? adjust himself? Oh… and it breaks you from your concentration as you’re flung from the bull a little harsher than expected onto the padding below. And Harry has exclaimed your name as he has stepped his way into the padding of the bull pen rushing to you as you’re rolled onto your side catching your breath laughing a little because this is, just so crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy that Harry Styles has not only showed up to your bar, but he /likes/ talking to you, he called you lovely and now, he’s hard over you. And Harry is leaned over you, rolling you onto your back, concern on his face, and asking “are you okay?” And you’re still trying to catch your breath as breathless laughs escape you as you tell him “yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

5/ And now you’re close, really close and really looking at each other as Harry goes to sweep some of your hair off your face. And you reach your hand up to softly brush against the bare skin of his tattooless arm. And you’re looking at Harry’s lips as he’s paused his ministrations in your hair looking down at you and smirks “you were right about knowing how to ride.” And a smile spreads across your face, and your eyes are doing that crinkled thing that Harry likes as you reply “oh, you think?” and your hand moves to tug on his collar, to bring him down to your face as you kiss him.

Anndddddd that’s all I’ve got lol.

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BESTIE....... BESTIE OH MY GOD HELLO??? IM SPEECHLESS IM... OMFG HIM BEING A LITTLE NERVOUS? YOU BOTH BEING SO EXCITED TO HANG OUT AFTER HOURS, AND THE REALIZATION THAT LIKE... OH FUCK HE’S ACTUALLY KIND OF INTO YOU... OH MY GOD