Could You 12 From The Fluff List? And Please Make Y/N A Lil Cheeky 😂❤️

Magnetic**

Okay I had so much fun writing this one! It's based off of THIS REQUEST where Harry cheats on his gf with Y/N and is basically pussy whipped.

Warnings: mostly remorseless infidelity, solo male masturbation, unprotected sex (p in v), oral (m and f receiving), fingering, daddy kink, slight degradation, pain, size, and cnc kink, non-con creampie, jealous partners, alcohol consumption. I think that's it...?

WC: 14.6k

You were minding your business, shamelessly standing stark naked in Harry’s laundry room, setting the wash for the sheets and pillowcases you two had soiled with your sweat, spit, and cum. You suddenly felt Harry’s presence behind you and moments later he was wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I told you that I’d take care of this later.” He mumbled before kissing your bare shoulder.

“It is later.” You smirked, “You said she’s coming home around 11, no?” You asked him and he nodded, “Well it’s already 10 and we still need to clean up from cooking dinner.” You reminded and he groaned.

“Right…”

“Told you we should’ve just ordered in. Could’ve kicked me out with the garbage.” You joked and he tutted in disapproval and squeezed around you a bit harder. You giggled a bit at his reaction, but it was true…you were the other woman and sometimes you coped with that with a little help from dark humor.

“I thought we agreed you’d stop with the self deprecating stuff.” He reminded you. “Only I can be a little mean t’you.” He smirked devilishly and you rolled your eyes, but nodded.

“I know, I know…sorry.” You giggled as he smooched your shoulder again.

“And you were right. We should’ve ordered in.” He added, “You’re basically always right though, angel.” He admitted and you smiled.

When you thought about how it was that Harry came into your life it felt so normal that the fact you were fucking almost felt strange. You were merely acquaintances and only because your uncle was none other than Rob Stringer. Well, you were related through marriage, but still. You and Harry both just happened to be in attendance at his birthday party one year and after loosening up with a few drinks you two were flirting up a storm in a secluded little nook. Harry was single then and you were finishing up your Master’s degree in Audio Engineering, you both loved music, so that gave you two plenty to talk about. At the end of the night you exchanged numbers and added each other on instagram, but you never really spoke again after that. 

It was a couple years later, at one of his last shows of his world tour that your paths crossed again. You all had a little “party” at the hotel afterwards and you overheard one of his friends say that he was talking to someone and that she’d be coming for his final show along with more of his friends and family. So you sort of kept your distance because you couldn’t trust yourself with not flirting with him. But all throughout the night you’d make eye contact across the room or just narrowly miss each other as you rotated around the little cliques of people. His intense energy made you feel quite wired, so even when the final people trickled out of the rooftop patio area that had been reserved for the little cocktail party, you found yourself sitting at the pool on the far end of the rooftop, legs dangling in the perfectly cool water. Harry was heading back to his room when he spotted you across the way through the chaises and tables surrounding the pool.

He’d greeted you with a cool “Hey, stranger!”, when he entered the pool area. That greeting was something you thought you’d hate until it was coming from him. He was clearly on a good one, as were you, and you guys just talked for an hour until you both realized it was past 3am. The ride down in the elevator was charged with tension and a comfortable silence, both of you were just enjoying the intense vibe that was encompassing you for however long this ride lasted. When the elevator stopped and opened up on his floor you were prepared to say goodnight but he just extended his hand out towards you. It was an unspoken invitation. You recall asking him “Aren’t you dating someone?” And he just smirked and said “not technically” and well that was enough for you to let him guide you to his suite and the rest was history.

You’d always thought sexual chemistry was a myth until you and Harry fucked. You had the things that scratched his itch and vice versa. It truly was supposed to be a one time thing but then you saw each other again after a bit more time and did it again. Harry was consumed by guilt after the first time, he felt ill and disgusted with himself. But when you two saw each other again you slept together again. And then again. And now it had happened once more.

You weren’t hooking up regularly, so it wasn’t a full fledged affair, it was more of a sporadic thing. The point was that now he had a girlfriend of almost a year now and you really needed to not do this again. You wanted to say you felt guilty for it all the time, but in all truth the guilt had diminished, especially when you were together. That’s how good it was. However, that didn’t mean what you were doing wasn’t wrong.

“So when I tell you that this can’t happen again you know that I mean it, right?” You asked as you closed the lid and then turned towards him. His eyes met your own with a solemn look as he nodded.

“I know…this was a slip up.” He said, there was a little guilt in his eyes, you could see it pulling him away from the present and into his head. 

It truly had been this time. He had gone to a football match with your uncle the day before and you just happened to be over at his for dinner with your aunt and mum when they came back. You’d gone your separate ways but he then texted you to see if you wanted to catch up and have dinner together the next day, well, today now. And you had agreed, but one thing led to another, like the time before and here you were. 

“Isn’t that what you said last time?” You asked with a smirk.

“Hey, how was I supposed to know you worked out at that studio?”

“Instagram.” You said with a grin and he chuckled.

“Okay, I just…I just wanted to see you that time. I didn’t intend for it to turn into sex.”

“Liar.” You whispered smugly before tiptoeing and kissing his lips gently and he chuckled.

“I mean, I fantasized about it, but I didn’t intend to follow through with it.” He defended himself and you just giggled before your lips melted together. It was so easy to get lost when you kissed each other. Feeling his big, warm hands feeling out your curves and squeezing at your butt, it made you melt. And well, he was getting hard all over again and you giggled into your kiss.

“One more before you go?” He asked you and you shook your head. 

“Why don’t you channel all this towards your girl instead when she gets home.” You suggested before pecking his lips quickly and pulling away from him. 

Harry felt confused when you said things like this to him. He wondered if you said it to make him feel guilty or were just being sincere about him focusing on her instead of you. So he followed after you until he was back in his bedroom and you were pulling your clothes on.

“Are you upset?” He asked you and you turned towards him as you fastened your bra on.

“No, H. I didn’t mean that in a bad way, sorry.” You assured as he grabbed your shirt from the floor and handed it to you. “Thanks.” You hummed.

“Welcome.” He mumbled.

“I just meant like…” you sighed, “M-maybe if you’re not…satisfied with how your sex life is with her, then-”

“Let’s not, alright?” He cut you off sternly, his eyes wild with frustration.

You just rolled lips together and nodded, “You’re right. Sorry.” You apologized immediately as you looked away with a little bit of embarrassment. You could sense that the mood completely shifted between you two so you hurriedly got dressed in silence. Harry had just thrown on his sweats.

“Ready?” He asked as soon as you’d buttoned your jeans.

“I can show myself out, H. Just finish cleaning up.” You assured him.

“What’re a few minutes worth at this point?”

“At least a shower.” You responded and he smiled a bit.

“See. Always right.” He acknowledged as he took your hand and squeezed it a bit in his.

“I’m not answering next time, Harry. That’s a promise.” You said seriously. You needed to put your foot down. It was bad enough that you didn’t feel bad about it, so you really needed to stop. “So don’t even call, okay?” You requested and he nodded once before he let you go.

Harry stood there until he heard the front door open and close and he smiled to himself because he was already itching to call you again. He didn’t let himself feel too guilty about this because he knew that he was going to stop, when? Well, he certainly believed the second time was the last time, but now it had happened a couple more times and he wouldn’t mind not stopping. There was just something about the way you two fit together that made him want to keep going back. Even after the first time he’d had you, when you were both drunk and giggling and mucking about, the second he sunk inside of you his brain chemistry changed. He’d never moaned so much while fucking someone. And then when you rode him…

“Fuck…” he mumbled as his cock started growing hard so fast. 

He slightly brought down his sweats and pulled his cock out as he sat on the bed. Harry’s eyes closed as he as he started to stroke his cock up and down at a steady pace, not wasting any time to tease or delay his orgasm in any way. His jaw tensed a bit as he clenched his teeth together and hissed in a breath as he rubbed at his frenulum the way you had done earlier with your tongue. 

He absolutely loved your company, the chemistry was just there. He’d never been with someone who made themselves right at home so easily. And not in an imposing way, you did it in a way that reminded him of when a friend you haven’t seen in ages pops in for a long visit and they just slowly start to worm their way further in. You zapped him with an excitement that was reminiscent of the time when he fell in love for the first time. Where you’ve got these blinders on and that person can do absolutely no wrong in your eyes. You only see all of the wonderful things about them you glorify them to an extent. You were a living fantasy. 

“Shit, need her so bad.” He mumbled as he stroked a bit faster. He visualized the way your breasts bounced in front of him as you rode his cock until he busted for you twice. And here he was again, about to come for you for the third time tonight. He loved the way you praised him when he was about to come for you and he recalled it now. He groaned as he basically heard your voice as if you were right there with him.

“That feels so good, doesn’t it, baby?”

“I’m going to make you come again, aren’t I?” 

“Yes, Harry…Fuck yeah, daddy! Come for me.”

Harry’s eyes squeezed shut as his memories of your soft and sultry voice and tight, dripping little cunt milked the come out of him. He groaned as he felt it start to expand from his core and tickle down his legs and finally reach the tip of his cock. He let out the most lewd moan as he felt is start to erupt from his tip. His hips bucked up into his fist as his warm, milky sperm spurted out against his abs quite intensely a few times before it diminished and soon stopped. He gave himself a gentle squeeze before letting go and sighing in satisfaction. He was obsessed with you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. About when he’d see you next. But you were right, it couldn’t happen again. He was getting in too deep and the longer he let this go on the more painful it would be for everyone involved if it ever came to light. 

*************

You had a short cry in the car on your way home because you were so fucking into Harry but you couldn’t fuck with his life anymore. Never did you think you’d be someone’s side piece, it shocked you! But Harry just understood your mind and body in ways that no one but you knew and it was so amazing to feel so understood. To feel in tune with someone, whether it be in the middle of a sexual experience or just while making conversation. That’s why it had been so hard to stay away. But you meant it this time. You couldn’t continue being his escape of whatever it was that he was missing in his relationship. 

You hadn’t meant to offend him when suggesting he have a conversation about the sexual things in his relationship with his girlfriend. You just wanted him to be able to get what he needed from his relationship, that was the point wasn’t it? You were certain things were just fine in his relationship but when it comes to sex, “just fine” is a mere step up from “not good”. And when you and Harry got together everything flowed so perfectly that he was willing to be unfaithful just to have a taste of that. 

What you two did was fuck really well. There wasn’t really any tenderness in those moments, you two just relished in the ecstasy that came with the lust and pleasure when you two got together. You were into the same things, you could push the limits of what was acceptable with him. It was so rare to find such a good match, but you were determined to stay true to your word because at the end of the day, no matter how good the sex and company were, he had someone else.

After a couple of days you got the courage to block his number. It was a temporary measure in case either of you slipped up in the near future because if he did just the right amount of groveling you’d give in far more easily than you cared to admit.

….TWO MONTHS LATER….

You had been doing really well after distancing yourself from Harry. You weren’t sure how long you’d need before you could see him without your pussy getting all puffy and sticky at the mere sight of him and the sound of his voice. In order to achieve this you’d also stopped frequenting the places where you knew he liked to go, so you hadn’t even seen him this entire time. You were proud of yourself for being able to quit him cold turkey so when one of your friends invited you out to Amante’s, a private club for the rich and famous (precisely the kind of place Harry went to when he wanted to be out of the house but not being lurked by admirers), you quickly disregarded the reluctance that initially arose. The odds of you running into him were quite low and you just needed the night out, especially after the grueling work week you’d had.

You got a bit dressed up, something short of cocktail attire, and then just added some eyeliner to darken up your makeup before rushing out of your town home. You got into your Uber and made your way to the club. Wilson’s wasn’t a club to dance, it was more of a social club. There was a main bar with a large sitting room, some billiard, and karaoke rooms, and then a lovely patio area where they had a stove oven to bake fresh pizza’s. That’s usually where your friends hung out, out back and away from the older crowd. You were heading back, tucking away your member’s card when you heard your name.

“Y/N!” You glanced up and smiled brightly when you saw your friend, Goldie.

“G! Look at you!” You giggled happily, completely blown away by her gorgeous outfit.

“Thank you, thank you!” She grinned, “You’re looking lovely as well.” She complimented and you tutted, waving off the compliment. “I was just on my way to freshen up a bit. I know you’ve just arrived, but do you want to join?” She asked and you agreed and were easily swept away. 

You too took the time to touch up your lipliner and lipstick, you were being cautious as Goldie re-glued one of her strip lashes that seemed to be needing more adhesive. After helping her fan it dry to a tacky consistency she placed it back on. You gave yourself a few more spritzes of perfume before you both headed out.

“So it is a big group?” You asked as you two weaved through the sitting room, locking eyes with a handsome man before exchanging a timid smile and continuing on.

“About eight of us.”

“Eight?” You asked in surprise. Your main group only consisted of six people.

“Yeah, Sam brought Tom and Harry with him.” She informed you. Suddenly, you felt the world come to a screeching halt. Just your fucking luck! 

“Oh!” You exclaimed.

“You know them both already, right?” Goldie asked you.

“Oh yeah, I’ve met them before.” You assured and she nodded. She was saying something more but you genuinely couldn’t hear anything as you started to get trapped in your own head.

As soon as you stepped out though your hearing tuned back in and picked out Harry’s boisterous laughter over everyone else’s and you immediately felt your heart skip a beat. Your skin started to tingle, goosebumps breaking out over your arms the closer you got, and those tingles started to seep down into your guts. The butterflies of excitement and nervous were fluttering with reckless abandon in anticipation. Then, finally one of the servers slipped past you and opened up your field of vision to Harry, or his rather chiseled side profile. His hair was longer than you’d last seen him and his facial hair had come in nicely; if you concentrated a bit more you could practically feel it scratching at the delicate skin between your thighs as he worked his way up to your pu-

“Look who’s here!” Goldie announced with glee as you two reached the end of the table and everyone glanced over to her and then to you. 

Harry’s gaze immediately found your own and his eyes raked down your body subtly. You ignored the intense heat of his eyes taking you in longingly and just waved at everyone and did a general greeting before taking your seat on the chair at the end. You were taking everyone in for a moment before picking up the drinks menu to gather yourself until you heard your name.

“Y/N, do you want to sit in the booth? It’s far more comfortable.” Harry spoke to you and you glanced up at him from the menu.

“I’m alright here. Thanks.” You offered a polite smile before looking away. 

You knew full well that you weren’t ordering anything off of this specialty menu, you’d just get your usual Whiskey and soda water with a squeeze of lemon. You just needed a distraction while you composed yourself enough to look at him without picturing him in his full naked glory. It was tough and when you spared him a glance when he wasn’t looking his lips still quirked up to the left, carving his dimple into his cheek. It made you smile, but after that you just steered clear. No one knew that you and Harry were more familiar with each other than the times you’d been to his shows or seen him at your uncle’s things on occasion, so giving him any more attention would make everyone think you were flirting with a taken man. And speaking of…where was she? It didn’t take long for someone to bring her up and ask how he’d been coping with her gone for work.

“I’m good. I’ve always been big on having my own things to keep me occupied.” He said, “Then on the other hand I’m all alone in that big, old house all the time.” he announced and you reached for your drink and took it.

“You don’t get lonely?” Someone asked him.

“Not usually, but lately just a bit.” He said and his gaze flickered over to you, “Wouldn’t mind having some company when things feel a bit slow.” He confessed.

And with that, you excused yourself to the bathroom and rushed over there. You felt so stupid for getting worked up over what he was saying, but you knew exactly what he meant. You could perfectly envision him letting you into his house and immediately dropping to his knees as he got your pants off and just licked you out right there against the doorway. As soon as you got in the stall you grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and pulled your dress up a bit before slipping your hand down the front of your panties to soak up the arousal that had you all slicked up. Your clit was so sensitive that even when the wad of toilet paper skimmed over it as you retracted your hand, it made you bite down on your lip. For a moment you genuinely wished that Harry would burst through the door and lock it behind him so that he could take you then and there. It was a sinful thought and you were quite disappointed in yourself that all it took was being in his presence to have your resolve break down like this. Betrayed by your own body. Once you had washed your hands you beelined it for the bar and waited against the counter.

“What can I get for you, miss?”

“Just a shot of vodka.” You said, “Do you still carry the Kettle One grapefruit one?”

“We do.”

“That please. Chilled.”

“Right away.” The man smiled and you thanked him before he spun around to get what you wanted. 

“Can I pick that up for you?” You heard from beside you and turned to see the handsome man that had made eyes at you when you first arrived.

“Oh no, that’s alright.”

“I insist. I was hoping to buy you a drink but seeing as you’re here with friends, I’m afraid this would be my only opportunity. I’m Eric.” He said extending his hand and you smiled.

“I’m Y/N. Lovely to meet you.”

“The pleasure is entirely mine. So what do you say? Can I at least get this for you?” He inquired once more and you nodded.

“Yeah, alright.” You agreed and he smiled, “Do you want one too? Some guy is paying.” You joked and he chuckled.

“Sure.”

“Alright. I can spare a bit of time.” You flirted and he called on the bartender and asked him for another. 

Soon you had your shots before you and you were clinking the little shot glasses together before tossing them back. He scoffed afterwards and said it was awful and you did as well. You explained that the last time you had this specific vodka it may have been in a spritzer or shooter of sorts, not actually straight. So you guys laughed about that and chatted a little bit about yourselves. You exchanged social media profiles and while you mentioned to him that you weren’t interested in being involved with anyone at the moment, you assured him that if you changed your mind you would reach out. With that you headed back to the table and rolled your eyes as some of your friends whooped and yelped dramatically after someone else had seen you flirting up a storm inside.

“Man, I was never that bold when I was single!” your friend Paul smirked and you giggled.

“I wasn’t being bold, he was.”

“Is that all it takes now a days?” 

“Sometimes.” You giggled and went back to your drink. 

You felt a bit more relaxed now and well, Harry was pissed because he did not acknowledge you once for the rest of the night. Did it make you sad? Of course, but he had no right or reason to be upset at this and you figured that was his way of coping with that. After you had a second full drink your buzz started to come in. You were giggling at everything and getting all affectionate with Paul, who was on your left. He was gay, so you knew that he wouldn’t misinterpret it as you scooched closer and leaned against his shoulder. You had a slight moment of weakness and when you glanced at Harry he was already looking at you. You could feel the energy emanating from him. He looked kind of lost and sad. You had the urge to reach for him, but you couldn’t do that here. So instead you just offered him a small smile and his gaze softened a bit and then you looked away. 

The rest of the time seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were being dropped off in front of your house. 

“Thank you so much for the ride. You are the best!” You praised Goldie with gratitude.

“Not a problem, darling!”

“Do you need water or to have a wee or anything?” You asked.

“I should be alright!” She giggled, “Thank you, though. We’ll see each other for Massimo’s birthday in a few, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” You smiled and waved goodbye as she drove off. You then keyed your way inside and immediately shrugged your jacket off, the alcohol in your system had made you feel a bit warm. You were just about to get your shoes off when there were a few knocks on the door and you grinned.

“I knew she’d have to pee.” You said to yourself lowly and when you opened up the door you swore any drunken feeling evaporated from your system as his eyes met yours. “Harry, I don’t think that-”

You were cut off by his lips colliding with yours as he pushed you inside. You easily melted into it and sucked his plump bottom lip between your own lips. He groaned as his hands slide down to your backside, kneading it in his big warm hands. He started turning you around until your back collided with the door and he started to kiss down your neck. You were obsessed with the way his lips felt and with the way his scent enveloped you. You moaned as he you felt him start to suck at the base of your throat.

“N-no marks remember?” You panted as you scratched the back of his head gently.

“Mmm…don’t think anyone’ll be suspicious after you were flirting with that guy at the bar.” He mumbled before picking up where he left off. Your mouth parted as you moaned in slight pain at how hard he was sucking at you. 

“Tsss…it hurts!” You winced.

“Good.” He mumbled before kissing over the mark. You loved when he did things to claim you, because outside of this you weren’t his to claim. He pecked your lips quickly as he pressed his forehead against yours, “You think about that next time before ghosting me for two months.” He lowly and you shook your head.

“It was for your own good.” You reminded.

“I think I can decide what’s good for me and what’s not.” He mumbled lowly as one of his hands came up and angled your face up towards his. The deep, magenta glow from the little sunset lamp in your entryway was making this moment feel like a drug-induced hallucination. Breathing his scent and air made you feel intoxicated. You were putty in his hands. “I’ve missed you so much, angel.” He said lowly. That’s when you realized that his other hand had slithered up your thigh, he was just an inch away from touching you where you needed him most.

“H, no. We shouldn’t.” You reasoned, but did absolutely nothing to push him away or stop his hand from slithering further up your thigh. You wanted him to keep going, but you shouldn’t.

“Tell me to stop then.” He responded huskily and you inhaled sharply as his fingers rubbed over your clothed slit. Your hand darted down and wrapped around his wrist and his eyes immediately softened, “Is that a stop?” He asked with slight concern and you shook your head.

“Harder.” You requested. He groaned and added more pressure, his finger dipping into your crease and colliding with your clit. He felt as the tension just melted off of your body and the soft moan that slipped past your lips made him grin.

“Is that good, angel?” He asked and you nodded and whimpered as he went a bit faster. “You’ve been wet for a while, hmmm?”

“Yes.” You smiled, “Since I saw you.” You confessed and he giggled. 

“Yeah?” He asked, fully amused at learning this.

“Yeah.” You nodded, still smiling cheek to cheek.

“For real?” He asked lowly, more vulnerably. His eyes bore into yours and you nodded again, not breaking eye contact with him. “That’s fucking hot.” He groaned before kissing your sloppily. 

It was all tongues and teeth colliding, there was just so much urgency that it didn’t even matter if you were kissing at the same pace, you just wanted to be against him. One of your hands reached down to feel the sizable bulge in his pants. You were obsessed with how big his dick got. He stretched you out so good, you got wetter in anticipation. He groaned in satisfaction as you rubbed over him with more pressure, really letting the heel of your palm press against the head of his cock.

“Harry?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Please fuck me.” You panted against his lips and he nodded.

“Yeah, baby. Want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you.” He muttered against your lips before pulling you off towards your bedroom.

“Wait, wait! My shoes! Let me get ‘em off!” You giggled and he groaned and knelt down. You bit your lip and smiled down at him as you placed your foot on his thigh. He kissed your knee as his fingers undid the straps of your high heel.

“Next one.” He hummed and you switched legs. “There you are, now lets get to it.” He smiled and you pulled him to your bedroom swiftly.

As soon as you got in you reached across your body to pull down your dress’ zipper. About halfway down, Harry’s hands slid the straps down your shoulders and then slid under your arms to grab your breasts. He squeezed them as his lips traveled up your neck.

“Fuck, I missed these.” He hummed and you bit your lip and whined as he gently pinched your nipples down between his thumbs and index fingers. He pressed a bit harder until you gasped and he eased up. “Again?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please, again.” You confirmed. 

This was one of the reasons Harry loved sleeping with you. Little things like this, where he was a bit more aggressive and pushed the limits with you. You leaned into it, you loved the bite of pain. You loved feeling pushed to the edge and giving him complete free reign to do with you as he pleased, you’d set some boundaries before but there were very few. And well, he enjoyed taking you there. It’s what he was missing, he figured it out after not having you for two months. 

Things weren’t bad in his relationship but they were rather tame. He loved having slow, meaningful sex but he also loved having horny, kinky, and primal sex where he could fulfill his urges however he pleased. That wasn’t really the kind of person his partner was, to be fair she had tried but she just couldn’t get into it. And well, knowing you were of that persuasion, it just became easiest to seek you out for it. But he didn’t expect to get whipped after a couple times. It was bad, he had been struggling without you. And thank whatever higher power there was that your paths coincided tonight because he really just needed to see you. Even if nothing had come of it, at least he got to be around you and feel excited again. That very spark of excitement being relit was the thing that persuaded him to show up at your door and he was so glad he had.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He hummed as he glanced down at your body. “So fucking perfect. And so good for me.” He goaded you on. You loved how he spoke to you when you fucked, “Always so fucking good. Aren’t you, angel?”

“Yes, daddy.” You whined and he groaned. Just hearing you call him that again had clouded his judgement completely and the rational part of himself evaporated into thin air.

In moments Harry was urging you to get into bed while he quickly undressed himself. You were nestling yourself into the pillows when he climbed on. You parted your legs to allow him to rest himself over your body and as he settled over you he kissed you deeply. You were aching to feel his cock stretching you open and filling you up with each inch of it that sunk inside of you. You were longing to feel the satisfaction that came with sleeping with him and only him. It was dangerous, like a drug.

Harry kissed your lips once more before pressing himself up, “Gonna get a taste of you first.” He said to you and you bit your lip in excitement. 

You stayed perfectly still as Harry kissed down your chest and stomach, then skipped down to your thighs and nipped and kissed and sucked his way up until  he was pressing kisses over your labia. He loved feeling the wetness seeping out from between your lips, he loved how wet and horny you got for him. So without any further delays he nuzzled in and lapped at your achey little hole, dipping his tongue in until you were grinding into his face and gasping as his nose kept nudging against your clit. He was trying not to, but he was smiling so big, it was getting hard to keep doing what he was doing. But he was absolutely blissed out over getting to savor you once again.

“Oh fuck…” you mewled, “My clit! Suck my clit!” You whined and he groaned as he glided his mouth further up to get to your clit. His mustache pricked at your hypersensitive skin and it made you weak in the knees. You loved the contrast of his smooth lips and tongue in comparison to the roughness of his facial hair scratching over your skin. Once he felt the reached the raised little bump, Harry parted his lips to suck and flick his tongue at the sensitive little bundle until you started to writhe your hips.

Your moans became more consistent and then he pressed his middle finger into you. You gasped as he hooked it up, right into your g-spot. Your abs immediately started to tense as he played your body with an absolutely lethal level of lust-driven determination. He wanted to make you come. The final nail in the coffin was when he plunged a second finger in. The soft smacks of his fingers thrusting in and out of you were getting louder the closer you got to your orgasm. His moans of enjoyment and your praises of gratitude to him joined the chorus of things pushing you right to the edge. And just like that you were coming undone around his fingers. 

“Fuck, that’s it, angel.” He chuckled against you, kissing at your clit lightly until he had worked you through it all the way. 

Harry kissed up your body with lust and what felt like relief. And when he was back up at your face he went in for a sultry kiss, tongue first. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue and felt his hands rub up and down your inner thighs while his heavy erection bobbed up and down in the small space between your bodies. You just wanted him so badly, you raised your hips up to get his tip against your folds and hopefully your clit. He adjusted a bit until his tip kissed your clit as you’d been hoping. You whimpered and he bit his lip at the soft whimpers escaping from your throat as his cock kept bumping into your clit at the perfect pace. He was trying to not make too much of it because if he thought about it too much he’d come like this with ease. And while it was very tempting to do so if only to see your pussy glazed over with his cum, he needed to feel you. He wanted to be buried deep in the person he’d been missing and thinking about all this time when he finally came.

“Please, H. Put it in!” You begged and he groaned as he angled himself down and to your entrance. He gently nudged against it, he’d have to assist a bit to push it inside.

“You’re still on the pill?” He asked as he glanced up at you and your expression fell a bit as your eyes met.

“No, I stopped it last month.” And then you cocked your head towards the adjoining bathroom, “I have condoms somewhere in there though.” You offered because he had always insisted on protection. But this time he bit his lip pensively.

“Ca-can I…pull out?” He asked and your eyes widened and dazzled a bit upon hearing his request. You’d never gone bare before, it was one of the things you’d agreed on every time you’d meet up. Of course, for your own sexual health, but largely because he was still sleeping with a long term partner who wasn’t aware that he had another sexual partner. Truly, the least you two could do was use condoms. 

“Ummm, a-are you sure?” You asked him. 

“Yeah angel, I’m absolutely sure.” You looked a bit skeptical, “M’sure.” He insisted with a nod, “I need t’feel you.” He admitted lowly as his eyes glanced up to yours. He looked uncertain of having shared that with you but you could also see the urgency in them. Your lips twitched up in a small smile.

“Okay.” You agreed and he smiled down at you as he started to guide himself down to your entrance. 

When his tip finally met with your entrance and he started to press in you sighed in relief. You had slept with someone else shortly after the last time with Harry, so it had been a while for you and you were aching to feel the stretch as your body adjusted and accommodated to his size. 

“Ready?” He asked and you nodded eagerly.

“I’m so ready.” You responded, nearly breathless and with that he surged forward with enough force to sink inside, “Oh fuuuuck…” You moaned, eyes squeezing shut the second your muscles relaxed enough to allow him to sink in about halfway. 

Harry moaned in relief as well, but his eyes were fixed on the place where your bodies were connected. He loved to see you stretched out around him, he marveled at the way he fit inside of you. Without a warning he reared back and you whined. He smirked smugly and glanced up at you before thrusting back into you. You moaned as your gazes locked once again.

“Can you take it all with the next one?” He asked and you nodded once, “You sure?”

“Yeah, m’sure. Please, H.” You whined softly. With that he pulled back again and thrust inside with a bit more strength and then he actually shifted his hips down causing your legs to fall open even more as you opened right up for him. “Oh shit!” You gasped in surprise when his cock went as deep as it could. It felt like he was in your stomach.

“Relax f’me, angel.” He encouraged you and when you did and he ground into you, his tip just barely grazed your cervix. The small, but dull ache told you that’s where he was. “Can I move?”

“Please move.” You giggled breathlessly and he smiled before pulling out and gliding back in with ease. You were even more wet now with his thrusts. Your body was practically singing for him and the way it felt to be connecting with him this way after all of this time.

Your hands ran up and down the hot and smooth skin of his back and arms. You didn’t know how much you missed the feeling of the bulging muscles in his back and arms working hard to make you feel good. He was so strong, it made you even hornier as you brought a hand over his chest to feel his bulging pectorals. He smiled and knelt up, spreading your legs even more as he watched with lustful eyes as his cock glided in and out of you with ease.

“Fuck, you take it so well.” He grunted through his thrusts before grabbing your left breast in his hand. He groped and squeezed at it and your nipple, causing your back to arch up with his tugs as you gasped and moaned. “Too much?” He asked when you winced and you shook your head.

“It’s good! It’s so fucking good!” You mewled.

Harry was obsessed with how perfect you looked beneath him. Gorgeous face, tits bouncing up and down with the force of his thrusts. Your warm and inviting little hole taking his cock as well as he remembered. For a while there at Amante’s he was worried that you’d leave with that handsome guy who was entertaining you at the bar and boy, did his blood boil. He wasn’t going to act on his need for you until he saw that. At the very least, the man had gotten your socials and he’d be a fool to not shoot his shot with you. But that’s why he ended up at your doorstep, he wanted to be fresh on your mind if you decided to try your luck with someone else. He knew it was messy and even toxic of him to do this, but he wanted you to compare. He wanted you to obsess and lose sleep over him the way he did over you.

“Damn, look at you.” He sighed with a slight smirk, “You were being so good, weren’t you? Keeping your promise and staying away, but look at you now.” He pointed out, “All it took was seeing me once for you to spread your legs for me.” He said smugly and you moaned, “You’re right back where you started, angel. My needy, cock-hungry, little slut.” He teased and degraded you just how you loved, it was pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

Your walls tightened up around him, squeezing him tight. You enjoyed this. This was the side of him that he saved for you. The side of him that his girlfriend didn’t like and couldn’t handle. You loved how he mocked you and made you feel so weak and fickle. You’d spent most of your life being strong, being the rock, it was good to be able to not be that person. To give in to your recklessness and your humanity in a safe space with a person who not only cared for you, but fucked you so good you could detach from reality and just enjoy being taken care of.

“Fuck, I’m so close!” You gasped when he ground deep into you while rubbing over your clit. 

The pleasure started to expand from deep in your core and to the rest of your body. Your walls were fluttering around his cock erratically, without your influence. His deep moans in response had your skin covered in goosebumps. And as the feeling made it down your legs, you writhed beneath him, whining and whimpering as you got closer and closer. Your brain was starting to shut off and your eyes to glaze over as you succumbed to the pleasure possessing your body. When your ears started to ring you knew you were about to come. You were smiling in satisfaction as the moans flowed from your mouth, limbs feeling like jell-o.

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna come!” You gasped, “Please, let me come!” You asked for permission. You always had to ask the first time.

“Go on, angel. Give it t’me, come for me.” He granted you the permission and immediately your body went tense. 

Your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack as all of those wonderful, tingling feelings rippled from your core and out to the rest of your body. It felt like your veins were pumping fire through you. You were desperately grinding up to meet his own thrusts, not able to get enough of him even now as you creamed all over his cock. Harry leaned down to hover over you again, breathing in your exhales, letting his own pleasure reach its own pinnacle. He had every intention of pulling out, but seeing you there beneath him so fucking perfect and fucked out because of him, plus the underlying jealously he was still feeling that led him to your bed, he just couldn’t stop. His thrusts grew erratic and his hands found yours, he pressed them into the mattress as he interlocked your fingers. The look in his eyes tipped you off that his resolve was breaking.

“H-Harry, pull out!” You stammered out the reminder as his brows furrowed and he shook his head. His thrusts slowed but he fucked into your harder until he sunk into you as deep as he could. “Oh fuck!” You whined. 

“Fuuuuck…” he moaned deeply as his eyes squeezed shut and then pressed his forehead into yours as he ignored your reminder and started to come inside of you. He needed to and in that moment had no interest in sticking to his own rule.

You could feel the dramatic pulses and twitches of his cock as your snug, warm walls milked the cum out of him. Just feeling it filling you up like this was working you up all over again. Harry groaned and moaned through his orgasm, enjoying it for as long as he could. He had no idea if you’d be angry with him when he took your face in again, but he was glad he did it. He needed to do it. He could feel you trying to free up your hands, so he let them go. He was mentally preparing to feel you pushing him off of you in a completely appropriate fit of rage. But instead you just ran your fingers up the back of his neck and gently scratched at the back of his head. You smiled a bit as you felt his body relax and melt against yours before you giggled.

“You’re reckless and stupid for that.” You chastised him before kissing the side of his face and he just smiled.

“I’ll make sure to get a pill to you in the morning.” He mumbled, “Sorry, I just…something came over me.” He muttered.

“It’s alright.” You assured him, “I like it.” You admitted timidly and he smiled.

“Yeah? Sure?”

“Yes.” You reiterated and he smiled.

You just lay in silence for a little bit, recouping from the intense sex you’d just had. You were enjoying his warmth and the weight of him over you as much as possible before he made his swift exit. But his breaths were getting more and more shallow and he was melting against you further and further.

Suddenly he pushed up a bit until his eyes were meeting yours, “I’m sorry for doing that without asking. I should’ve asked.” He said softly, suddenly feeling really bad and guilty for coming inside of you like that. He had never pushed the limit like that before and was worried that you were just downplaying it.

“Yes, you should’ve but I’m not upset that you didn’t. I ummm…I like that quite a bit.” You admitted bashfully, “Though, I’m…surprised you went through with it, but definitely not upset at you for it.” 

“Promise?”

“I promise.” You confirmed.

“Can I stay?” He asked after a moment of silence and you bit your lip, feeling so hesitant to allow it.

“Why?” You asked.

“I’m fucking tired.” He said and you smiled, “But mostly because…I don’t want to be in the house alone for another night.” He admitted. You gave it a thought for a moment before agreeing.

“Just this once.” You decided and he thanked you with a gentle kiss to your lips before warning you that he was going to pull out. 

You two got cleaned up and then back into bed. You had gotten in first and had turned on your side, facing away from him to give him both, space and privacy. Moments later you felt the bed dip and the last thing you expected was for Harry to continue scooting in until his front was flush with your back. But when he tried to drape his arm over your midsection you sat up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat up as well and you switched on the beside lamp and turned to him.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“Nothing, just getting comfortable to sleep.”

“Why do you think I moved all the way over here? To give you space.” You said with a shake of your head.

“Oh, you’re not a cuddler?” He asked.

“Oh no, I can be but we don’t do this kind of thing.” You explained.

“Well what if I want to?” He asked.

“Then maybe you should go sleep in your own house.” You said and he sighed, “It’s not that I don’t want to but…I like you Harry and I don’t want to start to not like you.” You explained and he pouted.

“How do you mean?” 

“If we…blur more lines than we already have then things can only get more complicated between us and end badly. I care about you too much to let that happen. It’s why I blocked you and why I stayed away from you this whole time.” You explained.

“You’re right.” He nodded, “I shouldn’t have shown up like this tonight. It was hard, being away from you but I was doing it.”

“Yeah.” You agreed, “So, if you want to stay here tonight, then we stay on our own sides of the bed. And this is the only time it can happen.” 

“Okay.” He agreed with ease and you smiled.

“Good.” You concluded and turned to switch off the light while Harry shuffled back over to make more space. Once again, the two of you were shrouded in the dark with more space between the two of you. 

“Is this also the last time we sleep together?” He asked into the darkness.

“I think so.” You said with a bit of uncertainty. 

And well, Harry was glad you were feeling hesitant about it, you two were quite great together. He could just end his relationship, but he didn’t feel like “the sex could be better” was really a good enough reason. Apart from things being a little bit slow in that department he would say that his relationship was good. He was happy. There was good give and take from both of them. He could see this panning out for the long haul if he really prioritized the relationship. He didn’t feel quite ready to be making those moves though. Maybe that’s why he was still clinging to you. You sparked up a part of him that made his life feel unpredictable and exciting. You were more open and freewheeling. You were just fun, whereas his girlfriend was exactly as she seemed, a calm and sweet spirit. It certainly paired well with the side of him that liked to slow down, the side of him that he wanted to be in tune with after a large world tour. That’s why he’d settled in so easily. 

But you…you were something else. Even though he tended to be a little more on the quiet side, when you were around you made him feel just as included as the person who was the extrovert of the group. You connected with the cheeky and mischievous side of him. You made him laugh and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You were like that first taste of coffee in the morning. The very same one that gave you the feeling that were awake now and made you feel ready to face whatever came at you that day. You were incredibly unforgettable. Since the first time he’d met you, you’d constantly come up in his thoughts. The fact that he was friends with your uncle might’ve aided with that, but only by tiniest bit. The feeling that swirled in his gut and chest the very first time he locked eyes with you last summer, that’s what kept him coming back. Because even to this day, whenever he had the privilege of being in your presence, he’d feel the exact same thing. It’s like when you looked at him everything stopped. There was goodness, authenticity, and mischief in your gaze. He loved to be on the receiving end of your undivided attention. Even now, as he just laid here silently, ruminating and obsessing over all of this, he could feel that you were looking in his direction now and after a few second he felt you turn away.

You turned your head forward again and just stared up at the ceiling and sighed. “Are you upset?” You asked him softly.

“Yes and no.” he responded. You bit your lip as your fingers twitched a bit as you fought from reaching out towards his hand. But after a few seconds you just slid your hand over. When Harry felt your fingers grazing his hand he turned it palm up and let you slide your fingers into the gaps between his. 

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, angel.” He whispered back. You two fell silent for a bit before you spoke up again.

“You know, maybe it’s a good thing I’m only your side piece. If I had you to myself I’m afraid we’d never do anything productive again.” You pondered aloud and he snorted out a laugh, causing you to giggle.

“Fucking like bunnies is actually very productive.” He added and you sputtered out a laugh.

“We wouldn’t just fuck! We’d share other hobbies.” You reminded.

“Fellatio and cunnilingus.” He mumbled before you both started sniggering again.

“I was going to say anal play but that too I guess.” You muttered and he chuckled and squeezed your hand a bit. 

“Cheeky girl.” He mumbled through his laugh.

You were fighting with all your might not to just roll over and onto him and kiss him. You liked him so fucking much, but this was wrong. You weren’t that kind of girl and he wasn’t that kind of guy. It was crazy how with the right person at your side you could and would do just about anything. You laid there thinking about it all for a few seconds and very quickly concluded that maybe one more time couldn’t hurt.

In just a few moments you were straddling Harry’s lap and leaning down to kiss him. His   arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down into him. You sighed in relief as your lips collided. Your hand was on his jaw, holding him close as you smooched his lips wetly a couple of times before he drew out his tongue and laved over your bottom lip. Your mouths soon started smacking together softly as you French kissed passionately. You could feel his boner growing beneath you and you couldn’t help yourself as you ground down onto him. His hands came down to your ass and squeezed at it, pulling you down onto him a bit harder. You moaned as his rock hard cock rubbed into your clit and you sped up your pace.

“Fuck me.” Harry mumbled his request as he gently spanked your bottom.

“Yeah?” You panted as you slowed down.

“Yeah, get my dick out.” He instructed. You slid down his thigh and tugged his briefs down carefully, allowing his cock to spring right up. He sighed in relief and you suddenly had a need to feel his weight on your tongue. You slid the rest of the way down, parting his legs as you got lower and lower until your mouth was over his cock. You guided him into your mouth, immediately sucking at his tip fervently as he moaned and rubbed over your cheek.

“Take more, angel. Take more.” He urged you. You did so without hesitation, relaxing your jaw and throat as you sunk further down. He was quite the mouthful, so there was no way of doing this neatly. It was sloppy and needy and you were enjoying it as much as he was “Fuck, that’s good, baby.” He groaned, brows creased in pleasure as you started to fondle his balls as well. His abs were starting to tense and his breathing to grow shallow. “Angel, get on me. Please, m’so fucking close.” He begged and you slowly pulled off of him.

You glanced up at him and smiled as you moved back up and knelt over him. You moved your panties to the side and he quickly reached for his cock and held it up for you. You shifted your hips a bit when you felt him up against your labia and in moments you were sinking down onto him slowly. You both moaned in relief before you went a bit further and stopped. You were getting used to his girth before sliding down a little bit more, until finally you were seated on him fully.

“Fuck, it’s so big…” you winced as you bounced over his cock. 

“I know, baby, but you take it so well. Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good.” He groaned.

One of his big hands was holding your hips, guiding you up and down, helping you through the motions. His other hand was rubbing your clit in perfectly timed little circles. With his cock prodding right into your sweet spot and his fingers rubbing over your clit, you were quickly reaching your climax. Your skin was covered in goosebumps as you took everything in. The sensations of fucking him, of his hands on your body. The sounds of your ass smacking into his thighs with every bounce over him and your soft grunts and his moans all got you closer and closer to your orgasm. The coil of pleasure that seemed to be winding up inside of you was about to spring free. You were starting to tingle all over, your moans were increasing in pitch the closer and closer you got. 

“Oh fuck…oh fuck, I’m coming!” You gasped and he groaned as he felt your walls pulsing erratically around his cock. You started to lose your rhythm as you came all over him.

“Fuck! Fuck, you’re gonna make me come!” He warned as he started to thrust up into you hard to get himself to his orgasm and you all the way through yours. He was hammering into your g-spot and you were once again being pushed to the edge. You moaned his name in gratitude and praise as he fucked you through another orgasm. Harry held your hip with one hand while the other grabbed around your neck gently and tugged you down until you were moaning into his mouth. “Good girl.” He panted and kissed you quickly, “M’gonna come in you.” He panted and you groaned as he held you down hard, “Shit, angel? Know you want me to fuck another load into your perfect, little pussy.” He panted and you nodded, “Ask for it, then.” He said and you whined but parted your lips to speak anyway.

“Please come inside me, daddy! Please!” You implored, “I need t’feel you filling me up, H. Please!” 

How could he resist that? He grunted deeply through a handful of thrusts before gabbing your hips hard and holding you down onto his lap as he thrusted up as deep as he could and ground up into your pelvis. You were trembling over him, legs feeling like jell-o as he shot his load deep into you. You could feel the warmth of it filling you up and it was making your brain start to fog. You leaned down and kissed him gently again. His grip on your hips started to loosen up and soon his hands were gently sliding up to your waist and wrapping around you, pulling you down over him as you continued kissing hungrily as you came down from your orgasms. You were both struggling to breathe but neither of you wanted to pull away. Pulling away only meant that this would end and neither of you was quite ready for it to be over. You stayed like that, kissing and cock warming until he completely softened up and started to slip from you.

“Harry, Harry!” You giggled against his lips, “I need to clean up before I get your cum all over my sheets.” You warned and he groaned and kissed you once more.

“Alright, go on.” He said lowly, voice deep and gravely due to how late it was. You tightened up as you knelt up and scurried to the bathroom. You sat on the toilet and let his cum leak out of you before letting yourself pee. You were just sliding your panties back on when Harry peaked in. “May I?”

“Yeah.” You nodded and moved to wash your hands. 

“M’gonna steal a few wipes.” He said and you nodded.

“Yeah, whatever you need.” You assured and hurried out to just check you hadn’t stained the bed. Thankfully you hadn’t and just as you were about to turn out the lights Harry emerged from the bathroom. He hurried back and settled in and then you turned off the lights. You both got comfortable again, only this time you were resting shoulder to shoulder, not minding the proximity. You fell quiet for a bit until Harry cleared his throat.

“Are you going to go out with that guy from Amante?” He asked and you sighed.

“I think so…it’d be a good distraction.” You mumbled tiredly.

“Yeah, maybe.” He responded. “If it pans out, maybe we can all go on a double date.” He joked and you snorted and reached over to smack his tummy gently as he chuckled.

“That’d be so fucked up.” You chuckled.

“I know it might be weird, but can we still be friends?” He asked,

“We’re always friends.”

“Then don’t block me this time.” He said and you smiled.

“Then don’t call me when you’re bored and horny.” You quipped back and he chuckled.

“Deal.” He hummed and you nudged your shoulder into his playfully and he nudged you back. You guys talked about random things until you dozed off side by side. 

When you woke up the next morning, already later in the morning, you were alone but Harry had left a morning after pill on your bedside table with a glass of water, just as he’d promised.

….A Few Months Later….

It’d been a while since you’d crossed paths with Harry. He’d been out of the country doing his things, visiting his girlfriend, and friends in other places, attending the MET…really just carrying on as normal. But him being out of the country provided you the opportunity to start to go out with others as you intended. Not that you couldn’t do those things with him in the country, but knowing that he was off and with his girlfriend gallivanting around the globe made the fact clear that whatever you two had was definitely over.

You’d gone out with Eric, the guy you met at the bar at Amante’s, twice. And while he was fun to talk to, it just wasn’t that strong of a romantic connection. He was nice and smart and very respectful, but he was looking for something that would turn serious quickly. You learned he had two kids and was divorced due to irreconcilable differences and he hoped that the person he dated could also bond with his children. You weren’t ready to have anything to do with children, especially in the capacity of a caregiver, and because of that things didn’t pan out.

You were doing well enough for anyone in your position though. You sort of threw yourself into your work for a bit, which had paid off for you since you’d been very busy. You were relieved that things seemed to be taking off for Harry, it made you feel like maybe he was working everything out with his girlfriend. Or perhaps he was just accepting the fact that if he wanted a future with her that he’d have to compromise on some things. And that’s where you differed from him. 

You knew what you brought to the table and you also knew what you wanted. You didn’t think you were unreasonable in what you wanted from a partner, but your slim pickings made you think otherwise at times. You weren’t afraid of being alone, you had been alone for most of your life, save for a couple unsuccessful romantic relationships. Your companionship needs were mostly met through the close relationships you had with your friends. And when you had other physical needs that you couldn’t meet yourself, well you hooked up. It worked for you, you were still happy and quite frankly weren’t in a rush, you just wanted to enjoy your life and your youth. And if a like-minded partner came along, then great! But that didn’t mean that other people believed that you were happy with your current life path. So, when you had family things to attend you always sought out a date.

“If anyone asks you how long we’ve been together say we met a couple months ago.” You instructed as you came to a stop behind the small queue of cars outside of your uncle Rob’s home.

“Got it.” Joe, your date for the night, chuckled.

“Also, there might be a lot of famous people here so just try and be as collected as possible. Most of them are super fucking nice, but they just get weird if you start talking about their work.” You added and he nodded.

“Got it.” He confirmed. Soon enough you were getting out of the car and leaving it with the valet and you guided Joe to the side gate where everyone was entering. 

It was your aunt’s birthday and she was having a big party. There wasn’t much decor apart from flowers and balloons but there were tables placed throughout the back lawn where everyone was eating from the couple of food trucks that were hired to cater. There was also a live band and the in-ground pool had been covered and turned into a dance floor. You immediately recognized a couple of people as you made it inside and greeted them with warmth and affection before introducing Joe. Of course he was bombarded with questions and you had told him before to just make things up and you’d play along. Based on what he was saying now, you two had met when you both rushed into a cab on a rainy night in the spring. He was animatedly telling the story and his audience of two were extremely captivated by his story, looking at him with adoration at his romantic tale. 

You were giggling quietly, surveying the tables and queue formed at the bar to scope out your parents when suddenly your eyes locked on Harry’s. He smiled slightly at you and you returned his friendly gesture. It wasn’t hard to miss the girlfriend he had his arm draped over. You watched in amusement as clearly, the person they were talking to had directed a question at him, but he was too busy staring at you. You saw her slightly turn back to him and grab his attention. He was just a little flustered and shook it off with a little laugh as he turned back to the conversation. You smirked and right before you turned your attention back to Joe, she turned in your direction and almost immediately locked gazes with you. You offered a smile and while she returned a rather stiff smile, you didn’t miss the way she quickly eyed you up and down before turning her attention back to the other guest.

*************

Obviously, a lot of people wanted a moment of his time at this party, so it had been nearly half an hour before he had been able to go up and grab some food at the Indian food truck. He was just waiting off to the side, discretely scanning the crowd, hoping to spot you again, when his girlfriend grabbed his attention.

“H?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Who was that girl from before?”

“What girl?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Of course, he was playing dumb, trying to make light of it to pull away any suspicion or probing. He hadn’t spoken to you in months! Whatever sporadic flings you had in the past had stayed there. However, seeing you again had him feeling on his toes. He had hoped you’d be here tonight, if only just to get a look at you. Seeing you on social media was fine, but nothing beat having you there in the flesh. Getting to see what you wore, how you’d done your hair and make up, getting to hear your voice, and then letting all those things influence his wild and incredibly vivid imagination was something he had been looking forward to. 

“The one that distracted you when we were talking to Ralph.” She reminded.

“Oh, her?” He chuckled, “That’s Rob’s niece, we’re friends. I’m sure you’ve met her before.” 

“I don’t think so…I’ve seen her around though.”

“You didn’t meet her at the Reggio show, last year?”

“Nope, was never introduced.”

“Oh well, if we spot her again we can say hello.” He smiled and she nodded before biting on her lip for a moment as she glanced around, trying to find you in the crowd again. 

Finally, she spotted you and just stared for a little bit. She saw how you seemed to know everyone and how you just seemed to light up the conversations of the people you were engaging with. Even the man on your arm was captivated. She was a little more on the shy side, especially since she didn’t know a lot of people here. And she couldn’t help but feel a little put off the more she observed you from afar. It seemed that you were completely over the top, possibly an ass-kisser. Just another one of those opportunistic nepo industry plants, greasing the wheels at any opportunity you’d get and this was the perfect place to do that. She hoped that your paths wouldn’t cross tonight, she wasn’t in the mood to feign interest in someone who could possibly be using Harry to get her foot in the door.

************

The night had been unexpectedly fun for you, Joe was a hoot. And although you’d been planning on just dropping him off at home at the end of the night, the way he was handling all of these people had you seriously considering spending the night with him. You’d run into a lot of people you hadn’t seen in a long while, caught up with your parents and other family members, and introduced them to Joe. You’d danced, shared some food with him, and on top of that, you had been actively avoiding a run in with Harry and his girlfriend like it was your life’s mission. You hadn’t run into him yet, so you drank a little more, let loose, and right as you settled into that lovely, carefree, and vulnerable place in the bosom of your buzz you spotted him coming through the crowd. Once again your eyes locked and his smile brightened.

“Y/N!” He called out to you and you smiled and raised your hand from around Joe’s shoulder to wave at him. You saw him pulling his girlfriend along behind him as he approached. 

“Harry! Hi!” You greeted with excitement and started to stand. Now that you had a good dosage of alcohol in your system you were less nervous about seeing him. But as the pair got closer you noticed a slight jerk of his arm and realized that he was trying release his hand from hers but she wasn’t letting him go. But after another tug he was free and hurrying ahead and then his body collided with yours in a tight hug.

“It’s good to see you.” He hummed as he swayed your bodies a little bit for a few seconds. Your hand rubbed at his back, right between his shoulder blades a couple of times before you started to pull back. He wasn’t letting go though.

“H, let go.” You whispered discretely and he immediately loosened his grip before he twirled around to grab his girlfriend’s hand again and you turned to see Joe already standing.

“Love, this is my friend, Y/N.” Harry introduced you to her as soon as you turned around again.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” You greeted her with a smile and extended hand. She returned the pleasantry and you proceeded to introduce Joe, “This Joe, my date.” You shared with them and Harry was quick to reach his hand out and greet him. When Joe then turned his attention to Harry’s girlfriend, you saw Harry size him up a bit and you smiled.

“-do you guys want to sit?” Is what you heard Joe ask and Harry immediately accepted and you saw his girlfriend’s face fall a bit before she put on a smile and sat as Harry pulled a chair out for her.

It was all small talk at first, but his girlfriend soon saw that you weren’t being fake. Even as you talked about the most mundane things, you were positive and funny and engaging. It genuinely got under her skin that she was wrong about you, but you were just fun and good at being outgoing. It kind of made her blood boil because you weren’t even dressed all flashy to get attention, it just came to you from everyone, including Harry. She was more than relieved though when Harry asked how it was that you and Joe met. Joe turned to you and you just smiled and nodded, allowing him to take over and share that. She just didn’t want to hear your voice anymore, it was pissing her off. 

So when Joe went off on his story-telling tangent about how you’d met at a cat adoption fair and were fighting for the same one, she just focused on that. Meanwhile, Harry stole a quick glance at you because he knew it was absolute bullshit. You really disliked cats, something to do with there only being room for one sassy ass-hole in your household.

“-and in the end I got the cat and the girl so…win, win.” He smirked at you as he finished his story and you giggled.

“Lucky you.” You hummed with adoration in your gaze. 

Despite all of that bullshit, the way you were looking into Joe’s eyes was as real as it got. Harry couldn’t help but feel his insides knotting up with jealously as he felt the tension between the two of you and saw that there was sufficient attraction there. His girlfriend didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched for a few seconds before he reached for his drink.

“So what did you say you did for work?” His girlfriend asked you.

“Oh, I dabble in several things in the music industry, just kind of float about.” You gave her the short answer. It was the truth, you did a lot of things! You were a studio musician, you engineered, you composed, you assisted production and when you went off on that in specifics you found that you had to explain a lot and you were a little too buzzed for that right now so you kept it very surface level.

“Mmm…I’m sure your uncle can help you get on your feet and connect with the right people to develop your skills if you’re still, you know trying to figure out what you're good at or find something more…established.” She said with a polite smile, but her tone and the look in her eyes made you read between the lines. You were about to respond and just agree with the evidently irritated woman before you when Harry turned to her.

“Actually, Y/N is a very accomplished musician by her own right.” Harry cut in and when she turned to him you just shook your head, asking him not to engage or jump in to try and defend you. You were used to these kinds of comments by now, but he ignored your cue. “She plays like five different instruments and often plays in and edits for film scores. Weren’t you the second chair cellist in the philharmonic orchestra right out of college?” He asked and you just smiled politely.

“That was a long time ago.” You added, trying to make him get the hint to stop. “She’s right though, I’ve been more interested in the composition and production side of things lately, so my uncle has introduced me to a few colleagues to help me learn the more practical side of that. Having a degree in it can only get you so far.” 

“Yeah, but he doesn’t like give you jobs just because you're his niece.” Harry said, cutting straight to the point of what his girlfriend had been suggesting.

“Well, no, I certainly need to earn those by my own merits.” You chuckled, “But I mean, like anything in the entertainment industry, it’s nearly impossible to get into without some sort of internal connections.” You confirmed what she'd alluded to with a smile.

“Or without having the potential to be an absolute legend.” Joe added as he gestured towards Harry, who chuckled and glanced down at his hands on the table with a modest shake of his head.

“Exactly. Whatever you have is so special. It’s brilliant that you’re modest about it, because truly some people aren’t.” You added, “But I mean, we all know you’re one in a million, H.” You chuckled and he glanced up at you.

“Well, thank you for thinking that.” He said bashfully and you smiled.

“Of course.” You smiled. 

After that, things got a little awkward with his girlfriend. So you tried to talk about her and what she had going on but she seemed to be quite shut down and the topic shifted to Joe and what he did. He was a sociology professor at the University of West London, so he had a lot to say if you guys kept talking about him. However, it wasn’t hard to miss that she was clearly upset at Harry. She even seemed annoyed when he draped his jacket over her shoulders as a cool breeze started to blow around you all. Just as things started to get unbearably weird the music stopped.

“Everyone, if we can gather on the dance floor, we’re going to sing “Happy Birthday” in just a few moments!” Your uncle announced. You were so grateful for this divinely timed interruption.

“Yay! Time for cake!” You said with excitement and shot out of your seat. Harry and his girlfriend stood as well and he watched as Joe chuckled at you and shrugged off his own jacket. He quietly asked if you were cold, “I’m alright, quite warm from the alcohol.” You assured him, so he just draped it over the chair. 

You two waited for Harry and his girlfriend before making your way over to the dance floor with everyone else. It started to fill up and before long you all started to sing along to the band playing the “Happy Birthday” tune. You and Harry were standing beside each other and in your state, you were having a hard time ignoring your desire to nestle into his side and inhale his cologne. He looked so fucking good. Yes, Joe was a proper hottie, but Harry was Harry. You were drawn to him and he to you, you were magnetic. 

You were starting to realize that it didn’t matter how much time or distance you two let pass by, you were drawn to each other. And when you saw each other again you had to be near him and you loved that it felt like no time had passed at all. Your connection transcended time and distance and that terrified you, because you were starting to realize that if he wanted to string you along as his side piece for the rest of his life, it could very well happen. It didn’t matter that it was wrong to everyone else because it didn’t feel that way to you or to him.

And just as the band played the final note with a colorful flare, your aunt laughed happily and blew out the candles and everyone’s cheering was interrupted by surprised gasps as some fireworks erupted in the sky. You smiled brightly as you looked up at the beautiful colors painting the night sky. And in the midst of your awe at the scene before you, you felt hisHarry's finger grazing your own and the air suddenly left your lungs. You felt your mouth dry up nervously and you swallowed thickly before extending your pinky out to graze against his own. You saw him smile from your peripherals as he locked your fingers together. Such a small gesture had your mind blurring and your body tingling with excitement and relief. 

Shortly after the fireworks and some cake, people started to head out. You made sure to take Joe around to say goodbye to your family before they all left. They were all very happy to meet him and made it clear that they hoped to see him again soon. He nodded along but knew better than that. Regardless of reality, he was so sweet and acknowledged their kind wishes. He had really done an amazing job being your date and you were intent on repaying him all of the effort he had put in for you tonight.

“Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded.

“I just need to use the bathroom. Do you?”

“No, I’m good.” He assured you.

“Okay, I’m gonna try and sneak into a bathroom upstairs and then find my aunt to give her, her present. Can you grab the car from the valet? I’ll meet you there.” 

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled and you thanked him and then dug the little ticket out of your purse before handing it over. 

“Alright, I’ll meet you out there. I won’t be long!” You assured and hurried off.

**************

Harry kept a close eye on you after the crowd dispersed after the fireworks. He was itching to be near you again. Especially since his girlfriend was no longer in a good mood. He wasn’t nearly as preoccupied about that though. He would certainly hear it all tomorrow when she'd let it simmer inside long enough that it just had to come out. 

"I need to go to the bathroom before we go." she said.

"Okay, that's fine there's the line." he said nodding towards it, "I need to talk to Rob about something before we go." he fibbed and she hummed and glanced at the remaining guests. She hadn't said anything as she scanned the area, she was looking for you. Luckily for him, he'd seen you head into the house. "Look, s'getting longer." he said, refocusing her attention back on the line and she huffed.

"Damn it."

"Just go. I'll come find you when I'm done." he assured and she walked off. And he rushed through the crowd to get inside before she saw where he went.

**************

You were going to be quick about this since you’d left Joe to get in line for your car. As you washed your hands you gave yourself a quick look over and were pleased that your makeup was still intact and that you were still satisfied with the casual, black dress you’d chosen to wear. You then reached for the hand towel to dry your hands off and as you opened up the door you gasped in fright, not expecting to see Harry standing there in the dark hallway. He wordlessly pushed you and himself back inside before closing the door and looking right into your eyes.

“What’re you doing here?! If she finds out that you’re-”

“I don’t want to think about her right now.” He shook his head, rejecting the topic you were trying to bring up. You were suddenly struggling to breathe as his hands came up to hold your face tenderly, “I’m so happy you’re here.” He whispered, “You look so pretty.”

“You look good too.” You returned the compliment.

“Yeah?” He asked softly and you smiled and nodded, “Didn’t shave because I hoped I’d see you here. Know you like it when I grow out m’facial hair.” He hummed softly and you smiled in endearment.

“Are you just gonna stare or are you planning on kissing me at some point?” You questioned with a smirk and he grinned as he leaned in. 

Your kiss was a little unsuccessful at first, given that you were giggling and smiling like fools. But as soon as your teeth dug into his bottom lip he groaned and grabbed your hips before pushing you up against the door. Your lips met with urgency and you kissed ardently as his hips kept your body pinned to the door. One of his hands slid up the back of your dress and smoothed over your bottom. You were wearing a thong because of the sleek look of the dress, but you were glad that it was beneficial for this too. His other hand squeezed over your right breast before he started to fondle it as you held him close by the belt loops. He had just started rutting against your front when your phone started to ring in your purse.

“Just ignore it.” He mumbled.

“Can’t.” You said and he huffed before kissing your chin and then working his way up your jaw and to your ear lobe as you blindly grabbed the phone out of your bag. You saw Joe’s name on the screen and answered it.

“Hello?” You spoke quietly as Harry moved down to your neck.

“Hey, there’s one person ahead of me.” He informed and you held in a whimper as Harry started to suck right where your jaw and neck met.

“O-okay. Just looking for my aunt to give her the card I got her.” You fibbed.

“Okay, if they come before you get here I’ll wait right outside the gate.”

“Alright, I’ll be there soon.” You assured and hung up quickly without letting him say another thing. You hissed as Harry sucked a bit harder, doing his best to leave his mark on your skin. “H-how am I gonna explain this? I was trying to get laid tonight.” You mumbled and he chuckled as he pulled away and kissed his way back up to your lips.

“You could still get laid.” He said with a smug grin as he hovered directly over you. His words were practically traced against your lips, it was making you dizzy.

“I think a fresh love bite from another man might be a bit off putting.” You replied with snark and he smirked.

“Then maybe you should get fucked by the person who marked you.” He suggested and you chuckled and sighed, “Please, angel. Just one more time.”

“Go fuck your girlfriend.” You suggested playfully and his smile faded and he shook his head.

“I don’t want her.” He responded as his eyes met yours with sincerity and clarity. 

Hearing him say that filled you with a bit of arrogance but more than that, there was relief. Relief that maybe, he was as down bad for you as you were for him. You tiptoed and then grabbed his jaw before leaning in to kiss him deeply before pulling back.

“Find a way to sneak out and come over. I’ll leave a spare key taped to the inside of the little slot for the post.” You said and he bit his lip to try and diminish the size of his smile.

“Okay. I’ll text when I leave mine. Might be late.”

“S’alright. I’ll wait for you.” You assured him as you looked deep into his beautiful, jade eyes. 

Something about the way you were saying it told him that you meant that in a way more complex than just plotting for a hook up. His gaze softened and he leaned in and kissed you delicately.

“Will you really?” He asked and you nodded, “Then say it again.” He whispered.

“I’ll wait for you, Harry.” You mumbled against his kiss-swollen lips and he kissed you deeply once more before slipping out of the bathroom quickly. 

You sighed and proceeded to lick over your lips. You could still slightly taste his minty lip balm smeared against them. You were smiling at yourself in the mirror, already feeling a little stupid for being so weak when it came to Harry as you shook your head and smirked before rolling your eyes.

“The things I do for love…”

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21 please

It’s a long one! Hope you like it! Happy Friday! 💓  💓  

Prompt: Do you know how hard I’m trying not to kiss you right now?” 

[17] Don’t make me answer that.

They promised each other they’d stop.

And more importantly, they promised themselves they’d stop.

Stop just this and continue the rest.  

So they’re giving it a shot now. A real one. A real go at keeping things strictly friendly like they always were, friends, mates…friends who don’t fuck each other or fool around with needy and grabby hands or hungry mouths. They’re trying.

It shouldn’t be hard because they are friends. Good ones at it too. Started off as just good friends with many things in common, friends who laugh at the same things and who did things normal friends did. It shouldn’t have been a problem to revert back to their old ways. To take out the new part where they make each other come and just do the friend bits. But as of recent they’ve forgotten or willingly forgotten what friends are, just friends are.

So their definitions are all blurry and the lines are fuzzy, smudged and crossed over.

But they promised.

But Harry’s also aching for a place to put his hands. She’s right there and he can’t touch her and his hands don’t like the new idea or the new policy. His hands have already gotten used to her, he’s gotten so used to her like this and he’s been cut off so suddenly.

She’s the one keeping him in line though. Reminding him that no they can’t try this or that position for educational purposes this time or because he wants to test something out. (They’re always testing new ideas and techniques out on each other, their curious minds mixed with their love of sex take them to interesting places.) But they promised. And no they can’t do it just once more, for the last time because he didn’t know that last time would be the last. They’re stopping now. He promised her.

It was her idea and Harry agreed just because. Well not just because but because it was her idea. She wanted to stop so of course he followed. He’d rather stop what they’re doing than not have her around at all.  

But she too is having a hard time getting used to the new rules. It’s more confusion than anything. They’ve been doing what they’ve doing for so long that they’ve forgotten about the friends part. About the things they did as just friends. About the time before this. So she doesn’t know what to with her hands or with herself either.

They’re sitting with a film in the background and they’re both confused and have no idea what to do. Actually watch the film? They don’t remember or aren’t used to this anymore. Just watching the film. Not watching it with his hand down her jeans or her bum wiggles against his crotch that drove him mad until he had to have her. He’s used to the film being forgotten in the background as he drives into her. And she’s used to only hearing her whines and his moans instead of the actual film. She’s used to the film being background noise to their own noises.

“Can we start tomorrow?” He asks.

“You said that yesterday.” She sighs.

“Why have we got to suffer?”

“M’not suffering, I like this film. You’d like it too if you’d watch it instead of watching me.”

“Would like it a whole lot better if while—”

“M’not blowing you. We have to give this our best effort.”

“Who said anything about blowing—”

“What were you going to say?”

“Never mind.” He grins.

“S’what I thought.” Does he really think she doesn’t know him by now? She might be the only one who really does.

“What if—”

“No.”

“Didn’t even hear what I was going to say!”

“Can’t lick me out either.”

“What am I allowed to do then!”

“Watch the bloody film!”

“Don’t want to.” He huffs in annoyance.

“We used to be able to do that!” She raises her voice because she’s annoyed. Annoyed at herself, him and the situation. They should have stayed the way they were. Now this is just a mess. They’re all tangled up. They can’t even watch a film!

“Yeah and then I found out you’ve got the fuckin tightest—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” She whines.

“I miss you!”

“M’right here!”

She almost wants to ask if it’s just her body that he’s missing but she knows that isn’t true and he’d feel hurt by that.

She just doesn’t want to admit that she might just miss him too and not the physical aspect of it at all. They’re different then, when they’re doing the things they’re refraining from now. A good different. He gives her all of himself and she gives him every piece of her. It feels whole. Like something real that could actually be something.

But they’re still giving this a go. At stopping. Not failing at it (yet) but struggling with it. Doing all the things they always did minus the fucking. It shouldn’t be this hard. But it is. Fucking hell it is.

It’s not that he expects this, expects a fuck out of her every time he sees her. He’s just confused and worried as to why they’ve stopped as fast as they started. That maybe he’s missed something. The part where she never wanted this. Or maybe she never liked any of it.

It’s tough now because they’re used to it and it was fun, it was a whole lot of fun.

It’s about withdrawals.

Those are the worst. That’s what’s getting them the most.

“Do you know how hard m’trying not to kiss you.” He whines.

“It isn’t going to be just that though.” She pulls the cork out from the wine bottle on the table in front of them. She’s going to need another drink for this one. “First it’s that and then it’s something more…s’the problem.” She pours a good amount into her glass. They don’t know how to stop or where to draw the line anymore because it’s been walked over so many times it’s now smudged and illegible.

“Can I at least have you on my lap? You look silly sitting all the way over there.”

They’ve always been friends and somehow one day the idea or offer was brought up and they’ve been going at it ever since. It was said as a joke at first, thrown into the universe without any expectations. But then there was a shift in his eyes and then she was actually thinking about it. And then she was under him begging for it and he was dizzy with how much he wanted to give it to her. And just like that she’s put an end to it now.

“If you try anything—”

“Wont.”

“Because I’ll give in and you know that.”

“S’hard for you too?” He asks genuinely surprised. He isn’t the only one struggling with this, she’s got a need in her too. He wouldn’t have known, she’s got a will in her and her eyes are telling him nothing.

“It’s hard.” She admits. “M’not just talking about you.” She grins refraining from pushing her bum against him to feel just how much, even though she really wants to.

“You’ve got a way of doing that love.” He grins against the back of her neck before kissing along it.

“Gosh you’re a menace, told you not to try anything.” She groans. “Put them away.” She means his lips. And when he stops, pulls away from her heated skin she’s both relieved and empty at the same time.  

“You didn’t like it?” He finally gathers to get the courage to ask. “What we were doing all the time…”

“Where’d you get that from? You have me screaming for you each time.”

“Why are we doing this then?” He’s asking because he’s genuinely curious. When she brought up stopping he agreed to it because she wanted to cool it down. He didn’t like the idea one bit but he agreed to it if meant that he could still see her. Still have her around. Still have her, with him.

He didn’t think it’d be hard because he never thought they’d come to a full stop like this. But it’s proving harder than he thought. (Well he never though it’d be easy but he also didn’t think they’d ever stop…)

“Hm?” She asks turning to him slightly from the screen.

“You just wanted us to stop but you didn’t say why. Didn’t explain anything.”

“I don’t know Harry…” She wiggles out of his grasp slightly.

“Yeah you do.” He doesn’t let her off that easily. “You wouldn’t have stopped it if you didn’t know why.”

“We’ve forgotten what friends are.”

“No we haven’t.” He argues.

“Yes we have. We used to do things.”

“We do things!”

“Other things! Not those things.” She reminds him.

“Those are still things!”

“We don’t know what we’re doing or what we are.” She admits. “When we were friends who weren’t fuckin each other we were friends who weren’t fuckin each other. Real friends. Now we’re what exactly?”

“We’re friends, always have been.”

“Know that.” She smiles. “But what are we when we’re messing around? Friends still?”

“Really good friends.” He grins.

“M’being serious.” She looks at him sternly.

“So am I.”

“Are you?” She asks.

“You’re saying we’ve got to choose.”

“At some point yes,” she leans back against him. “Doesn’t have to be now but that’s why we’re stoping whatever it was we were doing for a bit until we do.”

“I can do plenty of thinking whilst we—”

“No you can’t. You wont be thinking clearly. I wont be thinking clearly that’s why we’re stopping.”

“You’re such a mum—”

“M’being responsible!”

“You’re not telling me something!”

“I don’t want this to get messy Harry. It will if we keep going at it. And then we’ll fight, we will. I can already see it. This isn’t going to end well, it can’t possibly end well.”

“Haven’t fought once since we started.”

“We will.”

“Why stop now then? Before our big fight that m’not even sure we’ll have.” He knows he can’t argue with her. He won’t be able to. She’s got that look, those eyes that make apologizes spill from his mouth without noticing.

“Because I don’t want to fight with you whenever that’ll be. We’ve got more things to fight about if we keep going.”

“How’s that?”

She doesn’t want to say it. Or ask it. But this isn’t going to be understandable or clear if she doesn’t say any of it.

“What if it isn’t just us friends fuckin anymore?”

“Feelings and all that?” He asks.

“Feelings and all that.” She answers. “You know when you used to come home and we’d go out and walk for a bit, or just sit around for hours?”

“Yeah.”

“Now I come straight to yours or you come straight to mine and we’re both naked within minutes.” She takes another sip of her wine but it doesn’t seem to be doing anything.

“That’s not all we do!”

“Harry—”

“I miss you when m’gone.” He says. He really does miss her.

“But you’ve got friends you do nothing with.” She reminds him.

“And?”

“Who are you coming home to me as Harry?” She finally asks because she has to know.

“Don’t make me answer that.”

“M’making you.” She doesn’t let him ignore it. He will answer this one.

“Meant what I said about missing you.”

“I know.” She assures him because she does believe that.

“Not just your body or how you taste.”

“I know that.” She promises. “Still doesn’t answer my question though.”

“I don’t know how to answer it.” He admits. “We’re good, we’re really good love. Whatever this, whatever we’ve got going on. It’s good.”

“Answer the question.”

“You’re the first person I see the second I land.” He says. He knows what that means, what’s behind it but he’s not going to be the first one to say anything. “What does that say?”

“I don’t know!” She whines. “That’s why m’so confused!” And he understands it, it’s pretty understandable that she’d be confused. He is too sometimes. Doesn’t know what to call her or introduce her as. Because they might as well be a couple. They look like one, do everything like one. But they aren’t.

“Have you got feelings for me?” He asks boldly. Might as well if they’re already rolling with all of this.

“Harry—”

“I can’t ask the hard questions now?”

She stills against him, opening her mouth but closing it just as fast. He turns her, makes her face him because these types of questions need answers.

He doesn’t want her confused, he doesn’t want to be confused. He doesn’t want to wreck any of this, have her run off either.

“M’waiting.” He reminds her that he isn’t going to let this one go.

“Wait all you want.”

“Say it.” He urges her. “Say what you’re thinking. Whatever it is.”

“M’not saying anything first!” She finally looks up at him.

“Say what first?” He grins.

“You’re a real ass you know that?”

“Say it love.” He pulls her closer to him in the straddle around his hips and she’s got to nowhere to go anyway. And she doesn’t necessarily want to run from this either because this is what she’s been needing. Answers to the questions and no tangles. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen, promise. You’re still my best friend either way. Always are.”

She’s still going to be his best friend if they stop all this and go back to how they were. And she’s still going to be his best friend if they decide to try something for the first time. A real go at the thing they’ve never tried.

He’s waiting for that opportunity to say that if she wants to have at this, give this a real shot he’ll give it everything he’s got. But she hasn’t presented the narrative for that just yet.  

“I think, and m’sayin think instead of know because I don’t know what you’re thinking or if you’re thinking anything at all…so I think I love you.”

And he grins but her stomach still feels like it’s dropped to her bum and her heart beat is something to worry about. He’s still grinning though and she might be shaking but she keeps looking at him anyway.

“Well that’s a relief isn’t it? Would be fuckin painful if I didn’t love you back.”

“You’re the worst.” She groans. “Absolute fuckin wor—

She doesn’t get to complete her sentence. Tell him how awful he is, that he’s the absolute worst which he isn’t…because her lips are far too occupied with his. She told him to put them away didn’t she? But that was then, when he wasn’t the worst and she hadn’t said anything yet. Things have changed since then.

Things are changed.

his hands.... H E L P

“I miss your dick” texts for all the tropes mayb?😏🥵

ceorry:

yn: i miss your dick

h: come to the office right now, ill let Dorothy know you’ll be coming and she’ll cancel my meetings for the next couple of hours

yn: couple of hours?

h: if i get you in this office, im stripping you and pressing you up against this window until your legs can’t hold you up anymore

yn: be there in an hour, dropping the babies off with you mum

h: ill be waiting pet…

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mlbrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: [ 2 attached images]

yn: fuck

h: like that, mama? gonna give it to you as soon as i get home

yn: look so good. love seeing that wedding ring on your hand when it’s wrapped around your cock

h: never take it off, baby. can you facetime

yn: no, im at your moms with the kids

h: go in the bathroom, please show me your tits - miss you so much ☹️

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cheatrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: do you, puppy?

yn: been thinking about it all day

h: what about

h: hey, come on now. don’t get all shy on me lovie

yn: thinking about you down my throat with your hands in my hair

h: fuck darling, can’t wait to get you all squirmy and horny in my bed later

yn: can you come home now?

yn: if you can’t it’s fine, i know you’re busy at work

h: on my way now pup

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gangrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: im literally downstairs, come sit on it brat

yn: come to me

h: get your ass down here, it won’t be good for you if i have to come up there

yn: no

h: last chance

yn: fuck u

h: you won’t miss my cock when your throat’s gonna be aching for days after i fuck it

h: coming up now

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vamprry

yn: i miss your dick

h: pay attention to your class.

yn: been thinking about how big it is

h: enough pest.

yn: how heavy it feels in my mouth

h: I do not appreciate your language. i would like you to stop.

yn: how it is always a bit of a stretch when you push in

h: im going to sink my teeth into your throat as soon as I see you

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deafrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: can have it whenever baby. be back at the frat in about twenty

yn: already in your bed waiting

h: are you wearing anything?

yn: nope

h: be home even sooner

h: better have your legs spread already because my mouth is going right on your cunt as soon as i get there

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influencerry

yn: i miss your dick

h: i miss your tits

yn: miss your mouth on me

h: miss your arse jiggling when i fuck you from behind

yn: 😢

h: ill be home in two weeks, honey bee

yn: stop grabbing your crotch when youre on stage 😠

h: why? youre the only one getting it

yn: you turn yourself on i swear

h: lies

STOP!!!! ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE IS MY FAVORITE STORY EVER AND THIS WAS JUST PHENOMENAL!!!! I need to know how she reacts to Harry’s confessionnnn!!!!

Ahhh ily so much and ok here we go…

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Book Recs

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wildflowers - 4 stars. i loved it but there was so much angst ugh. i loved the smut and it was overall very good, but i cried so much. there were a bunch of ups and downs

The Principal’s Office - 5 stars. loved EVERYTHING about this book. Harry is so fucking sweet and sexy in this honestly. The DV situation threw me for a loop but other than that, AMAZING

kindle/handhelds

colleen hoover

Ugly Love

It starts with us

It ends with us

Verity

Reminders of us

ali hazelwood

The Love Hypothesis

serena ackeroyd

Filthy

penelope douglas

credence (THIS SHIT WAS SO FUCKING FILTHY)

Birthday Girl (I loved this shit so much)

danielle lori

The Sweetest Oblivion

the fall (part one)

summary: all y/n wants is to be his and all harry wants is to keep her at arm’s length

10k words or so!

warnings: ANGST !!! there’s a slight age gap (ten years). Arguing, a tiny bit of smut, and more arguing. So if you’re not in the mood for this train wreck, I understand completely, but enjoy if you are!!!

“Aren’t you going to eat something?” 

“I think I’d rather die, actually.” Shooting him a sarcastic smile, (Y/N) set her chin back in her hand, waiting for dinner to be over with. 

“What a waste of a night then.” He tossed his napkin on the table, looking pissed off like she knew he was. It had been simmering all night and her not eating was the icing on the cake. 

“That’s your fault. I told you I didn’t want to come.” 

The past week had been awful. After what she found out just the other night, she didn’t want to be anywhere near him. But somehow, he always managed to get her to do what he wanted. And now he’s mad that she’s mad at him. He wants her to let it go but how could she? (Y/N) is not sure she can look past this even if she does care about him. 

Harry raised his hand for the check and set his eyes back on her. She looked just past him, refusing to meet his eye. He didn’t deserve an ounce of her attention, but for some reason, she’s still here. 

“Fucking ungrateful is what you are, (Y/N),” He spat out, not loud enough to catch the attention of any nearby tables, but enough for her to hear him clearly. “I bring you here, the most expensive restaurant in LA, and you can’t be bothered to even let me talk.” 

“I think we both said all we needed to say the other night,” This time, she looked him right in the eye. “I told you I was done with this game.”  

(Y/N) had thought about leaving several times throughout their silent dinner but she didn’t feel like putting in the effort to get herself a ride home. It’s a busy Friday night. Even an Uber would probably take ages. So, she was going to put up with him until he dropped her off. Just for the ride. 

“Yeah. I’ve heard that before.” He scoffed a laugh, bringing his glass to his mouth to finish off his drink. She glared at him because he was right. She’d told him ten times over that she wanted nothing to do with him and for some reason, she always came running back, almost feeling bad for being so cruel to him. But really, he was the one being cruel. 

“Just take me home already.” 

“Don’t fucking worry. As soon as possible.” 

The ride to her apartment was silent. She tried to keep remembering how much of a dick he was to help uphold her resolve. He’s a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve any of her time or attention. But he always gets it. And she tried to remember how angry and betrayed she felt three days ago when she found a woman sneaking out of his apartment. 

Things had been going well. She thought. And she’d come to his penthouse because he invited her, but he didn’t seem to remember that he did. Obviously. The doorman always let her up because she was on the very small list of people that Harry allowed to come up and right as she made it to his door, a woman, half dressed, was apologizing as she slipped past her to get to the elevator. And Harry was right behind her, only in a pair of briefs. 

He insisted that she was only there for a blowjob. That was it. Like it made a difference. But (Y/N) truly had no words for him. He thought he was allowed that because they weren’t exclusive. They could both see who they wanted because there were no strings. That was laughable because whenever (Y/N) tried to plan a date with someone else just out of spite, he was quick to steal her attention away from that and have her back in his bed and back under his spell.

Apparently, this dinner was supposed to make up for her storming out the other night refusing to hear what he had to say. There was nothing he could say. She was hurt and even though she wasn’t supposed to be, she was. And he knew that, he just didn’t care and always tried to make everything better with a fancy dinner or some other shallow, thoughtless gift. And (Y/N) normally wouldn’t let that slide. If anyone else tried to buy her affection with gifts, she’d never talk to them again. There’s just something about Harry. 

He parked, shutting off the engine, and turned to look at her. She didn’t pay him any mind, she already had a hand pushing the door open. 

“(Y/N), wait,” He rushed to say and she almost thought about slamming the door and walking away forever. “I didn’t mean for the other night to happen.” 

“Yeah. I know. You were hoping your little girlfriend would be gone before I got there.” She turned once again, just about to step out of the car, but he grasped her upper arm, stopping her movements. 

“We have an agreement.” 

“We do. And last time I checked, I can end it anytime I want.” She tried to pull her arm from his hand but his grip got tighter. 

“You don’t want to do that though. We’re good, aren’t we?” 

“We were. But I can’t do this for the rest of my life.” 

“Didn’t say you had to,” (Y/N) can swear that he just rolled his eyes but it’s a little too dark in the car right now. “I need you right now though. And I know you need me too.” 

Finally, she turned to meet his eyes. He had that pitiful little look he always gets when she’s on the cusp of telling him it’s over. His hand smoothed up her arm and around to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. For some reason, (Y/N) is weak when it comes to him. Even if he was horrible to her. She always bends to his will. 

Maybe one day she’ll be able to resist him. But right now is not the time. 

She leaned across the center console until her lips were pressed to his and she melted right into him. The kiss was slow as their mouths moved together in perfect sync. (Y/N) has never kissed someone like she kisses Harry. There’s always so much desire behind it and it always makes her skin hot. 

“Come up.” She said against his mouth. It was exactly what he wanted, he just needed her to initiate it. 

In record time, and not even out of her dress, Harry has her over the counter top, fucking her so hard and so well that she can’t see straight anymore. He’s got a handful of her hair while he mutters filthy things in her ear. Things along the lines of you can’t leave me, you need this and no one else can give you this like I can. Which is true. In her experience so far anyway. 

(Y/N) almost wished Harry didn’t know how to make her cum so fast. Then maybe it might be easier to ignore him and never see him again. But he’s so giving in that way. And that’s what has her in trouble. Because he knew all her favorite spots and how to use them to his advantage. She also wished she didn’t allow him to know her body so well, but it’s too late now. 

She cums, blinking stars out of her eyes. It’s the second time since he got her inside and while she knows he’ll want at least one more from her, she’s not sure she can. He pulled out once her walls stopped fluttering around him and grabbed her by the shoulders to spin her around. 

“Suck me,” 

(Y/N) should’ve taken a second to think about it. Maybe just to register what he was actually asking but she was already on her knees and stuffing him into her mouth before either of them could blink. It was one of her favorite things to do and he knew that very well and oftentimes took advantage of that too. That’s why he’d called her over the other day. Because he was hard and lonely. He wouldn’t admit the latter but she knew it was true. 

Apparently, she took too long to get there because he already had another girl filling her place. And while it stung, she knew that she was the best he ever had, he just had a hard time coming to terms with it. 

“Fuck, you’re so much better than she was.” 

It always fucks with her when he feels the need to bring up how someone else has done it when he has his dick in her mouth but she lets it go. Because if she ever brought it up, he’d just tell her to get over herself. If anything, his commentary is unnecessary when she does this. She’d rather him just moan and groan instead of speaking. 

“Then why’d you call her over if I do it better?” She pulled off of him to say, keeping a tight hand around his shaft. He’s leaning his hands against the counter top and trying to catch his breath. And she takes great pride in that. “I always take care of you, Harry. You don’t have to do that.” 

He watched as she licked over the tip of him and then his eyes screwed shut. 

“You do, I know. Won’t do it again.” 

She’s heard that more times than she can count but she doesn’t call him out. She just goes back to sucking him into her mouth. He came with his hands in her hair, shoving her mouth down on him as far as she could take it. 

When he finally pulled out, a hazy look in his eye, he fixed his belt back around his waist and waved her over to the couch. She was sensitive, of course, but she knew what he wanted to do and had no problem lying underneath him as he traced his tongue through her folds over and over again until she was cumming for the third time. 

(Y/N) convinced him to lay in her bed for a little bit. At least until she falls asleep. She’s cuddled into him with her cheek resting against his bicep as she stares tiredly at the ceiling. Harry isn’t one for having little moments like this so she knows he’s only doing it because he’s trying to make up for the other day. He did undress to his underwear like he had every intention of staying the night but she knows better. It’s fine. As long as he’s here now, she won’t complain. 

“Please just wait for me next time.” She tried to sound like she’s not pleading with him even though she is. He claims to be using condoms with anyone else he’s with but she just wants to be safe and she hopes he remembers that. 

“I will.” 

She turned to look up at him. He’s staring blankly at the ceiling as well. 

“I mean it,” She jabbed her finger into his side. “I know we have an agreement or whatever but for my peace of mind could you maybe…not be with other people for a little bit?” It was a big ask. Especially with Harry’s lifestyle and she knew he might not take kindly to her suggestion. 

“I’m not going to be tied down to you like I’m your boyfriend or something,” He moved out from under her head and turned to look at her. “I’ll just…be more mindful, I guess.” 

That answer satisfied her as she nuzzled her cheek back against his arm and shut her eyes. Maybe someday he’ll feel differently.  

(Y/N) wakes up alone which is not unusual. He got his fix and was gone as soon as she went to sleep.  

Somehow, that was good enough for (Y/N). Even though she knows she’s worth more than that. For now, she leaves it be. 

****

“We should go out tonight.” 

(Y/N) is laid across Harry’s couch as he does something work-related on his laptop. He’s next to her, typing away and not listening to a word she says as she rambled on about the tv show playing. 

He invited her over for a fuck but that quickly got sidetracked when he received a phone call and had to take care of something last minute. Since then, they’ve just been on the couch, lounging on a Friday night with nothing to do. 

“Mhm.” 

She knows he didn’t hear her because that’s probably the last thing he wants to do. It’s worth a shot though. 

“Really?” Sitting up to look at him in surprise, she was almost hopeful that he really meant it. 

“I have to get this done, (Y/N).” 

“When will you be done?” She peeked over his shoulder at the spreadsheet on the screen. She didn’t understand anything about it but it did give her a chance to rest her chin on his shoulder. 

“Not sure.” He was locked back into his computer, barely paying attention, once again, to what she was saying. 

“If you’re going to be working all night, maybe I’ll go out with Maria.” Really, she wanted to see what his thoughts on it would be. If he’d rather her stay here or if he’d rather take her out himself. 

“If you want.” 

“You’d just let me go?” She pouted at the side of his face. He sighed, glancing at her. 

“I want you to do what you want to do. If you’re bored, call Maria.” 

“Alright. I’ll call you later.” 

Rushing to grab her things, she left without so much as another word from him and caught a cab to get back to her apartment.

Texting Maria on the way, she was going to meet her at her apartment after she was done getting ready and they’d leave together to find a club to go to. 

She was in the middle of fixing the straps of her shoes when Maria came barging in and raiding her closet in search of a pair of heels that she just knew (Y/N) had. 

It wasn’t long before they were walking the street to get to one of their regular clubs. It was nice and they didn’t just let anyone come in. Not that it was exclusive but you definitely had to have a certain look to get in and both (Y/N) and Maria were easily let into the club after waiting in a short line. 

The bar was their first stop and then dancing. Whenever (Y/N) goes out without Harry, she likes to play a little game with him. She doesn’t have him added on any of her social media accounts, but somehow he’s always aware of what she was doing when she was away from him. So, while apart, she tries to post subtly but very intentionally. Like he’s the only one seeing her Instagram stories. 

The first post of the night is one of (Y/N) and Maria holding their drinks into the camera. And that will be the first of many, just to get his attention. Because she knows that he keeps tabs on her even though he says he doesn’t give a fuck. That’s why she has to make these stories count.

And Maria was in the know so she made sure to post on her stories as well. Because even there, she knew Harry would see it. She’s not sure how or what account he uses but he still finds out. 

They danced for a while, laughing at each other and singing along to the music, until they got thirsty and decided to get another drink. She checked who viewed her story and none of the accounts stood out so far. Not that she would ever know it’s him because she’s tried to find him and can’t. 

Maria got the perfect shot. She had been taking a selfie just as some guy sidled up beside (Y/N) at the bar. He was harmless, just asking what drink she’d recommend. He was young and it was probably his first time in the club, so she was picking something out on the menu for him. He was sweet and thanked her before going back to his table after getting his drink. And very discreetly, you can see (Y/N)’s manicured hand holding the tiny bar menu and a larger hand, that obviously belongs to a man, is grasping the other side of it. She was just looking at the menu with him and they both happened to be holding it together at the exact right time. It was perfect. Just subtle enough to look like it wasn’t done on purpose. 

(Y/N) would give it twenty minutes. Twenty minutes for him to see the story and get pissed and start blowing up her phone. It was her favorite part. Making him so jealous that he wouldn’t even admit it. All he’d do is make it seem like he’s mad because she’s drinking too much. She’s only had two drinks, so she’s still capable of making clear decisions, but he’s going to act like she’s gone way over the limit. But really, he’s just jealous and unwilling to tell her that. 

They went back to dance. And it didn’t take long for her phone that she had stashed away in the top of her dress to start buzzing. She grinned at Maria and quickly pulled out her phone so they could read over what he said. 

Where did you end up going? 

They laughed and she was in the middle of thinking what to say in response when another message came through. 

Need a ride home?

“He’s so obsessed with you.” Maria nudged her. She wanted to believe her but she’s not quite sure. He’s obsessed in all the wrong ways. 

What club?

(Y/N). 

Her phone started ringing. Her wide eyes met Maria’s and she panicked. Does she answer or just leave him hanging? He’s done it to her more times than she can count. She huffed before pressing her phone to her ear.  

“Hello?” She had to shout over the music and the rowdy people next to her, so she started making her way toward the bar to get away from the dance floor. 

“(Y/N). Where the fuck are you?” 

“Out like I told you I’d be.” 

“With who?” 

She paused, thinking for a moment. He’s acting like a boyfriend. A jealous boyfriend. 

“Does it…matter?” She wanted to remain nonchalant. Like Maria didn’t put that picture on her story for this exact reason. 

“Just answer the question, (Y/N).” 

“Maria.” 

“Who else?” 

“No one.” 

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” 

(Y/N) really couldn’t keep a straight face. This just got so interesting and she’s really going to play it up and push him to his limit. All he does is toy with her emotions and it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. 

“I’m not lying. What the fuck are you talking about?” Leaving Maria near the bar, she went back toward the bathrooms so she could hear more clearly. The music was still loud but she had a little better of a time hearing him curse and mutter to himself. 

“Are you doing this on purpose?” Yes. 

“Harry. Seriously. What are you talking about?” 

“You’re fucking wasted out of your mind, aren’t you?” Here we go. “What club are you at?” 

“I don’t have time for this. You’re ruining my night, Harry. We can talk later.” 

“No, no, no. What club, (Y/N)? I’m not playing with you right now.” 

“I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow or something maybe.” 

“This is your last chance, (Y/N), I mean it—”

She ended the call. Just like that. If he wants her that bad, he can come and get her. 

(Y/N) met back with Maria and gave her a quick rundown of his demanding questions. She rolled her eyes. He had some nerve asking all of that when he wouldn’t even let her hold his hand in public. 

They get lost in the crowd and the music again and maybe thirty minutes pass before Maria stopped dancing and clutched onto her shoulder. 

“He’s here!” She shouted over the music. 

“What?” When Maria pointed over her shoulder, she turned to see Harry scanning the dance floor while standing next to the bar. He’s dressed in a button down and slacks, the same thing he was wearing back at the penthouse. 

“Uh oh.” She muttered just as his eyes met hers through the crowd. She wanted to take off running just because of the look on his face. He’s pissed in a way she’s never seen before. But it excites her some. He must give a shit a little bit. He has to. 

In three long strides, he’s standing before her with his hands balled into fists and a look on his face that had her shivering in the hot air of the club. 

“What is it that you think you’re doing?” Even with the music being so loud, she could hear the tone of his voice. He’s mad and she’s loving every second of it. 

“Dancing? What does it look like?” Only to fuck with him, she acted like she was going to walk off but he grabbed her arm, probably tighter than he needed to, to keep her in front of him. 

“You’re not going anywhere. We’re leaving.” 

Maria met her eyes before speaking up. 

“Excuse me, we were kind of in the middle of something. She’ll talk to you later.” She grabbed a hold of (Y/N)’s other arm and pulled her in the other direction. 

“I don’t recall speaking to you,” He replied coolly, barely giving her a glance. “Let’s go, (Y/N).” He tugged her back towards him. 

“Harry, I want to stay,” Trying to loosen her arm from his hand, he only secured his grip more. “I’m not doing this right now.” 

“You had a chance to tell me all of this over the phone and you refused. So I took it into my own hands and you just have to fucking deal with it.” 

“She doesn’t need a babysitter.” Maria tried to pry his hand from (Y/N)’s arm but it was no use. 

“I said fuck off, Maria. This has nothing to do with you.” He said through gritted teeth. (Y/N) knew that all of this was only riling him up more. And she knew she was in for it whenever he got her alone. Whether that be tonight or a week from now. He still wouldn’t be over it.

“It’s okay, Maria. I’ll call you tomorrow morning.” (Y/N) spoke up, wanting to diffuse the situation because as soon as Harry told her to fuck off, she saw the change on her face and she knew she only had seconds to spare Harry from the rant Maria was about to go on. She knew enough about Harry to do some damage and (Y/N) didn’t want to make it worse than it was. 

“Are you sure?” She asked, shooting a mean look at Harry. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. I had fun.” She managed to give Maria a side hug with her one free arm, telling her to let her know when she made it home tonight, before Harry was dragging her off towards the club’s exit. 

It was silent on the way to the car as she expected. He’s fuming and has not let up on his grip on her arm once. She wants to tell him that it’s uncomfortable but she doesn’t think it’s a wise time to talk. Especially to complain about something. 

He’s taking them back to his place. She’s unsure why. She figured he’d drop her on the curb in front of her apartment and ignore her for a week but no. He’s going in the opposite direction. 

Whenever she snuck a glance at him, his jaw was locked and his eyes were forward and his brows were furrowed so fiercely it looks like it hurt. But she says nothing and waits until she’s on the couch at his place, watching him pace in front of her. 

His laptop must have been abandoned on the couch before he left to come get her because it’s on the cushion right beside her. She almost asked where he gets the nerve from but decided to let him speak first since he seems so out of sorts about it. 

“You are the most immature person I’ve ever met.” He finally said, stopping to stand directly in front of her. 

“Excuse me?” 

“None of that would’ve happened if you’d just used common sense. But apparently, you lack that, don’t you?” 

“Listen, I don’t need you to—”

“Who the fuck was that?” 

She knows he’s asking about the photo and she wants to ask him how he saw it but he’ll shut down immediately and call a cab to take her home. 

“Who?” 

“That—That guy with his hands all over you. While you’re drunk! How fucking irresponsible of you. It’s like you want to be taken advantage of.” He talks to her like he’s doing her a favor by lecturing her but the only thing it’s doing is making her mad. 

“Give me a fucking break. I can handle myself, thank you. I wasn’t drunk! I had two drinks, Harry. Two! I don’t need you to stand there and boss me around like I’m a child or something.” She wanted o stand and leave just so she can make him even more mad but she stays, just to see what he’s going to do. 

“That’s because you act like it!” He practically shouted back at her. “And you fucking wonder why I don’t want to be with you.” 

That stung. While she didn’t drink enough to be tipsy, she had plenty for her emotions to be out of whack. She felt her eyes get watery. 

“You’re an asshole.” This time, she did stand, with every intention of walking right out the door and not coming back. But he latched onto her shoulders, not letting her move from get spot. 

“You’re not leaving so I suggest you sit right back down.” 

“No.” 

“No?”

“No.”

“See, that’s your fucking problem. You don’t listen.” He emphasized the word, pushing at her shoulders until she was forced to sit back on his couch. 

“I don’t have to listen to a word you say, Harry. You’re not my father and you’re not my boyfriend, so fuck off.” Her arms crossed as she leaned back into his couch. He’s not going to let her go anywhere, so she might as well get comfortable. 

“But you want me to be your boyfriend, don’t you?” A smirk made its way to his mouth. “I know you do and you think you have to behave this way to get my attention and it’s fucking ridiculous.” 

“So you’re jealous? Is that what this is?” 

“Jealous? You know you’re not the only one I’m fucking, don’t you? I don’t have shit to be jealous over because there’s ten more numbers in my phone that can do it just as good as you can.” 

“That’s not what you were saying the other night.” 

“Sometimes people just say things. What did you want me to say when my dick was in your mouth?” 

For him to be so blunt about it was upsetting. She knew all of that, she just didn’t know why he needed to say it. It hurts. He has to know that it does, but maybe that’s why he’s saying it. 

“Why did you come to the club then? I thought you were busy working.” 

“Because you were making bad decisions.” 

(Y/N) could kill him. She really could. 

“How do you even know that? How do you know I was with a guy?”

He stopped right in front of her, still glaring. She’s got him in a corner. He pretty much has to admit that he watched her Instagram stories because how else would he have known? 

“You know what? This isn’t working. You should go,” He stepped away from her, shoving his hands into his pants pockets like he was being thoughtful or something. “I knew from the beginning. You’re too young for me and we’re not on the same level. I can’t play these petty games with you. I won’t.” 

All of that because he doesn’t want to tell her he stalks her Instagram because he is in fact jealous over any male attention she gets that’s not from him. 

“I’m too young for you? That’s what you think the problem is?” Pushing herself up from the couch, she stood in front of him again. “The problem is that you care about me but you just can’t tell me you do.” 

“Get the fuck over yourself.” He muttered, turning his back to her and starting for the kitchen. 

“It’s true! You’re so scared to commit to anyone that you’d rather push everyone away even when you really don’t want to.” She followed him as he grabbed a glass from his cabinet and started filling it with whiskey. Way more than he needed but she doesn’t tell him that. 

“Maybe it’s just you, (Y/N),” He set the bottle down, turning to meet her eye. “Maybe I just don’t want to commit to you.” 

“Then let me go.” It was almost a plea because she was tired of the back and forth with him. She wanted him entirely and he only wanted to fuck her. It’s not fair that he’s been stringing her along for nearly two years. This isn’t something that she wants anymore if it means she’ll never get to have him. 

“You could’ve gone whenever you wanted to. I’m not keeping you here.” He leaned against the counter, looking relaxed, like he didn’t care to have the conversation. 

“Sure,” He has to know that’s not how this has been going. She’s been trying to get away from him, he always finds a way back in. “Don’t call me when those other ten numbers are busy then.” 

Turning her back, she went directly to the door, ready for this to be the last time she ever sees him. Because he’s not giving her what she needs and she can’t be here anymore if that’s the case. 

A hand grabbed onto her shoulder and spun her around. 

“You get on nerves so fucking bad.” And then he was kissing her. 

This happened often. A heated argument where one of them is close to leaving for good turns into sex. She was steps from never seeing him again and now she’s riding him on his couch with her hands in his hair, kissing him like she’d die without him. 

Sometimes it felt like it but she tried her best not to be dependent on him in any way. It was hard because she really did like him. She wanted more with him and thought that they could be good together if he’d just give her a chance. As of now, this is the only thing she’s good for in his eyes. 

Before leaving, she freshened up in his bathroom. She wasn’t going to overstay her welcome. She just wanted to go home and try not to think much about him over the weekend. 

When she left the bathroom, he was in the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand, only in his underwear. 

“I’ll call you a ride.”

“Don’t bother, fucking jerk.” 

Snatching her purse from the armchair, she left his apartment. Just because he fucked her doesn’t mean she’s not mad at him. He interrupted her night because he was jealous. He’d never say that but she knows that he cares about her in some capacity. He doesn’t want anyone else to have her but he can go off with whoever he wants and she’s just supposed to be okay with that. It’s not right or fair. 

(Y/N) would say she’s never going to see him again but she knows the outcome will only be the opposite. It always is. 

***

It’s been a week. 

Not the longest they’ve gone without contacting each other but it’s killing her to know that he’s still getting his fix with other people and she’s sitting at home on a Friday night with nothing to do. 

She’s not certain he is but she knows that he has “needs” and she just can’t see him going a week without getting off. It’s not like him. She wished she had people on the side like he does but Harry takes up such a wide expanse of her brain, she hasn’t bothered with anyone else since they’ve been sleeping together. 

Harry was very clear from the start. He wanted to hook up, he just didn’t want the other stuff. (Y/N) thought she’d be alright with that but eventually, things shifted and she tried to tell him that she couldn’t do it anymore, she felt something for him, but the only thing he had to say was for her to get over it. Forget about it, it’s never happening. 

He thinks she’s too young for him. He’s got ten years on her. That doesn’t matter to her really but he thinks his reputation will suffer. People will think he’s shallow or something. She’s not quite sure exactly but that’s his reasoning for not wanting to be with her more intimately than he already is. 

She told him she loved him for christ’s sake, while he was inside of her, and she’s pretty sure he lost his hard on almost immediately. 

Twenty minutes was spent telling him she didn’t mean it and was just saying things. How could he blame her? She was on the edge of her fifth orgasm and he was pounding her into the mattress just the way she likes. What else was she supposed to say? 

He left after that with a gruff see you later and didn’t contact her for about two and a half weeks. It was grueling but (Y/N) did her best not to text first. One night at nearly midnight he sent her a message asking if she was “over that shit yet.” 

She said yes and he was at her door in less than ten minutes to fuck her hard and fast and then leave right after he came. She’d never felt so stupid and worthless. He always leaves her feeling that way but she still doesn’t hesitate to invite him over when he asks even though she knows this will all crash and burn soon. If she can have Harry like this, she’ll take it. For now. 

(Y/N) spent most of the night swiping left on a dating app. No one was peaking her interest. She’d gotten a few matches and had been chatting with a guy mindlessly but she wasn’t sure she wanted to take any further than messaging in the chat. He was nice but she’s a little bored. She considered just having a quick one night stand, just for something to do, but she really doesn’t want to have to meet someone new. It’s always incredibly awkward and tonight isn’t the night for that sort of thing. 

DON’T ANSWER: Still up?

She scoffed, swiping down on the message that popped up. She changed his contact name to try and remind herself not to answer him. But her fingers were itching to type something to him anyway. To tell him to leave her alone. Or to tell him to come over because she’s feeling lonely.

But she hesitated on answering. Because she knows how she’ll feel tomorrow if she answers him. To hate herself in the morning and spend all day punishing herself for something she could have avoided if she used a small bit of the common sense he says she lacks.

I’m outside and your lights are on.

Of course he is. She hates how persistent he’s being. If she denies him, he doesn’t push, ever. Because he doesn’t care enough. But he’s practically begging her to come inside, right? He’s outside of her building now. He’s getting desperate. 

Can I come up?

She wants to tell him to fuck off. He’s not worth it. But she is bored…so what harm will it really do? She’ll be in a bout of self-loathing tomorrow anyway. It doesn’t matter what she does. So, she sighed, quickly typing to him. 

(Y/N): I guess. 

Trying to keep it casual. She doesn’t want to seem like she’d been missing him after he left her on delivered for a week. And he’s the one that tracked her down at a club and dragged her out, only to almost end everything between them. For a moment, she wished he did end it all. It would make her life a little easier. 

A few minutes she waits in silence until there’s a knock on the door. Again, she hesitated. She can still turn him down if he’s outside. It’s when he gets inside and starts to sweet talk her that things get hard. She opened the door anyway and there he was, leaning against the door frame, a smirk already on his face. 

“How’ve you been?” 

To be completely honest, she almost slammed the door in his face, but decided to keep up her indifferent attitude instead. She turned on her heel, not answering him, and made her way back to her spot on the couch. 

She watched as he shut the door behind him and came to sit next to her, not deterred in the slightest. 

“What have you been up to?” Like they’re friends. Like he gives a fuck. 

“None of your business.” (Y/N) tried to keep her attention trained on the tv, despite him staring at the side of her face. She can’t look at him because that’s when everything will go downhill. 

“Oh, yeah? Thought we were friends.” His hand reached up to the back of her neck and he squeezed, lightly rubbing his thumb up and down the side. 

“You’re delusional.” 

He laughed, leaning closer toward her to set his arm over her shoulders. She’d been trying not to breathe in his cologne because it’s one of her favorites and he knows that. That’s probably why he’s wearing it in the first place. To soften her up and work his way back into her good graces after ignoring her for a week. 

“You’re a little mean tonight. What happened?” He tugged her into his side so her head rested on his shoulder. Immediately, she pressed her hand to his chest to push away from him. He didn’t let her get too far though. “(Y/N). Look at me.” 

He’s being so cruel. She knows if she looks in his eyes, her disinterested facade will melt and she’ll be a puddle right here on the couch beside him. And that’s just not a part of her plan tonight. She can’t. 

“Why are you here, Harry?” She asked instead, keeping her arms crossed to her chest. 

“I missed you.” 

“Yeah, right.” 

“I did. You don’t believe me?” 

“You haven’t messaged me back in a week. But you missed me so much you have to show up here unannounced and beg to come in?”

“Exactly,” His hand grabbed onto her knee and squeezed. “I was a little busy this week, that’s why I didn’t get back to you. But that happens sometimes and you know it.” 

“Hm.” She hummed, not believing a word he said. All she can really feel right now is his warm hand sliding from her knee further up her thigh. 

“I didn’t mean it. You missed me, didn’t you? That’s why you’re mad at me.” He leaned into her again, his mouth finding her neck and leaving kisses down the side of it. 

“Nope,” It was a bit harder to keep her composure with him pressing wet kisses to her skin, so she pushed herself away from him to give him a stern look. “I think you should go.” 

“Why? It’s been too long, I need you.” He tried to grab onto her shoulder but she moved off of the couch to stand in front of him. 

“I think it’s better if we don’t. I’m…I’m done with this. It’s not benefiting me in any way to be with you.” (Y/N) doesn’t have the exact words for how she’s feeling but she does know that if she’s strung along by Harry for much longer, she’ll probably lose her mind. Is it so bad that she wants a boyfriend? Is it so bad that she wants someone to commit to? Harry thinks so and she can’t do this back and forth anymore. 

“Are you kidding me? Not benefiting you? You’re getting the best sex of your life out of me and that’s not benefiting you?” He scoffed, like he was annoyed that just sex wasn’t something she wanted. 

“It’s not enough anymore.” 

“So, what? You want a boyfriend?” 

“I think so.” 

He blinked at her, seeming to be thinking about something. And then he sighed, clenching his jaw. 

“We’re good like this though, (Y/N). Come on.” He caught her hand in his and squeezed. She wanted to snatch her hand away immediately but if this is the last time, maybe she should hold on a little longer. 

“Maybe at first it was good but I can’t do it anymore. It’s not the same.” 

“What’s not the same?” 

“Harry. I told you I loved you and you fucking screamed at me for twenty minutes about how you don’t do relationships and how I knew what I was getting myself into.” 

He dropped her hand as soon as she reminded him of it. And then he rolled his eyes. 

“I didn’t scream at you—”

“Yes, you did.” 

“Whatever,” He said sharply. “It’s true though, isn’t it? And it’s not my fault you can’t control your emotions. You said you were over it.” 

“Well, I fucking lied,” Tears are quickly accumulating and she knows she only has so much time before she can’t contain them anymore. She doesn’t want Harry to see her cry ever again. “Just go, please. I can’t do this with you.” She turned her back to him, trying to quiet the sound of her sniffling but it was hard when all she wanted to do was break down. Harry is so mean. If he really wanted nothing to do with her, why doesn’t he leave her alone? Why does he show up out of nowhere and try to be nice and act like he wants her? She’ll never understand. 

“Here we fucking go,” He muttered behind her. “You’re crying now? (Y/N), you knew what this was supposed to be. You can’t be pissed at me because you took it too far.” 

“Go, Harry. I don’t want to talk.” Using the collar of her shirt, she wiped the single tear that fell, hoping the rest would hold off until he left. 

“What did I do wrong to make you love me? Hm?” He spun her around, almost forcing her to look up at him. She hated that he made her cry again and hated it even more that he got a front row seat as more tears came down her cheeks. 

“I’m not talking about it.” She stepped around him and started back toward her bedroom. He’d only follow her but maybe if she can get back there and hide away under her blankets, she can ignore him long enough for him to let himself out. 

“I think I deserve to know, don’t I?” His voice followed her, of course, and when she pulled the blankets over her head, he was ripping them right back off. “Why are you running from this? If you love me so much, tell me why.” 

“Leave me alone.” She tried pulling her blankets back but his grip on them was too tight, so she just turned over, shoving her face into her pillow. 

It was quiet for longer than she thought it’d be after she felt him settle down near the bottom of the bed. She wondered why he stuck around when she told him to leave. But she didn’t move her head from the pillow. 

“My place is getting renovated. I need somewhere to stay tonight. Do you mind?” 

“Fine.” She murmured, not daring to move. Not even when she heard him undress and slip into bed beside her. He could probably stay anywhere else in the city tonight but for some reason, he came here. To argue and eventually persuade his way into her bed. She doesn’t know how he does it. 

“I don’t like seeing you cry, you know. Even though you think I’m horrible.” He spoke up after some time. They hadn’t moved and the only thing she could hear was the ticking of the clock in the hallway and occasionally him breathing. 

“It’s fine. Maybe I should control my emotions better.” She said half-heartedly. Because she didn’t believe that at all but if that’s what he thinks this is, so be it. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“It’s fine.” Keeping her back to him, she reached over to click off the lamp beside her, enveloping the room in darkness. It was better this way. The further he kept himself away from her, the easier it will be when this is all over with. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” His arm slid across her waist to hold her to his chest but she didn’t bother responding, she just shut her eyes and hoped he’d be gone by morning. 

****

Harry woke up before (Y/N) and considered leaving, but when he looked down and saw her face still puffy from last night, he hesitated. 

She probably cried long after he’d been asleep and normally it wouldn’t bother him. But for some reason, he’s feeling a little more sympathetic than usual. 

Her phone buzzing three times on the nightstand on the other side of her caught his attention. It’s only six in the morning. Who could be messaging her like that at this hour? 

Harry’s nosy. He can admit it. That’s why he always knows where (Y/N) is, even when she doesn’t want him to. It might be a total invasion of privacy but he reached over her and grabbed her phone. He’s seen her type in her password more times than he can count so he’s easily let in. Once more glance at (Y/N) who is still sleeping and he’s swiping down to see her notifications. 

He sees the icon for a very popular dating site and a few messages from someone named Jace. He only reads the messages on the screen because if he opens them, she’ll know he was on her phone. 

Jace: Sorry for the late reply, I fell asleep. But your job sounds really cool. 

Jace: It’s been really nice talking to you, would you want to get breakfast sometime?

Jace: No pressure if not. We can keep talking like this :)

Harry scoffed as quietly as he could manage and locked her phone, setting it back next to her. He’s not even sure what (Y/N) does for work. He’s never asked. But it must be “really cool.” She can do better than that. 

Breakfast? How fucking cute. Is that really what she likes? Would that work on her? He doesn’t know and he honestly doesn’t care what she does in her spare time. 

He does contemplate deleting the messages and unmatching with the guy but that might be a little too far. He leaves it alone for now and goes back to staring at her ceiling. 

Five minutes later, he finds himself in her kitchen trying to make something to eat. He can’t cook for shit, he has someone else do it for him, so he does try but he ends up ordering in instead. And he pays a little extra so the food will be here as quickly as possible. 

A half an hour later, he’s plating the food when (Y/N) walks out of her room, rubbing her eyes. She stops suddenly when she spots him in her kitchen. 

“I got us breakfast.” 

She blinked her tired eyes a few more times before taking a few steps closer to him. 

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.” 

Everything she does is hesitant. From standing next to him, to grabbing a plate and beginning to eat. It was quiet when they sat down at her small table to eat. Sometimes, Harry has no idea how to talk to her. Should he ask about her? That feels stupid. He’s known her for nearly two years and at the moment, he can’t recall a single thing about her. 

Her favorite color or favorite food. If she has a brother or a sister, what she does for work. Suddenly, he feels really shitty. He never takes her anywhere unless it’s him trying to make up for something he did to make her sad. And he knows their arrangement. He told her nothing like that would be a part of it. But thinking about it now, maybe he should be a little nicer. He likes her company and she’s always very sweet to him. He’s not sure why he can’t return it. 

“I can’t cook. I ordered in.” He blurted out, watching as she tried to keep a smile down when she looked at him. 

“I know, Harry.” She went back to her food and it was quiet again. He’s getting restless because she told him it was over last night and now she’s not saying anything. He doesn’t want their arrangement to end, he just often finds himself saying things he doesn’t mean and things that he knows will make her cry. There’s no logical reason for it, he doesn’t know why and wished he could stop. 

“Thank you for letting me stay last night,” He looked at her as she avoided eye contact, instead finding something to do in wringing a napkin in her hands. 

“Sure,” She shrugged. “What’s getting renovated?” 

“A lot. So I can’t really sleep there. They just finished up the bathroom yesterday but I have a whole list for them. It’ll probably take another week or so.” 

“Where are you staying?” 

“A hotel, probably. I can’t bother you anymore with it.” He chuckled, finishing off his plate in one more bite before pushing it away from him. 

“It’s not bothering me. I…like having you here. It’s nice to wake up warm,” She says this quietly, almost like she didn’t want him to even hear it but he doesn’t respond. He doesn’t know how without making her frown, so he just hums. “But…um, okay. That’s probably best.” 

“I should get going.” He can’t bear to watch her face so downcast, so he leaves the table and goes to get dressed after scraping his plate clean and placing it in the sink. 

When he’s finished in her room, he comes out to see that she hasn’t moved from her spot at the table. She’s picking at her food now. He wanted to tell her to finish eating for his peace of mind, but all he does is send her a wave before leaving. 

(Y/N) messaged Jace back, telling him that she’d love nothing more than to get breakfast and talk more with him. He’s nice and full of compliments. And he actually listened to what she was saying and appeared interested. She can only hope that he’s as nice as he is through messaging as he is in real life. 

****

Harry: Brunch today?

(Y/N) froze when she saw his message. He’s never asked something like this before. 

She’s at work, slowly making her way through her to-do list when her phone buzzed in her desk drawer. Normally, she’d ignore it because she’s working but something had her opening the drawer and swiping on the screen. 

It’s a weird thing to ask. During the work week? Brunch? What does he really want? 

(Y/N): Where?

He’s typing immediately after the message is delivered.

Harry: My office. I already ordered food. See you at noon. 

She tossed her phone back in the drawer and shut it. She’s not a fan of him telling her to do things but for some reason, it always gets her to do whatever he wants. 

(Y/N) found herself standing outside of his tall office building five minutes till noon. She’s never been inside before and she really doesn’t know how to go about it. So, she texts him quickly, asking if reception is expecting her, but before she could send the message, Harry was pushing through the glass doors with a smile on his face. A pleasant one at that, so she couldn’t help but smile back. 

“How’s your week been?” And then he hugged her, right there on the street. When he pulled back he still held onto her shoulders, looking her over. 

“Uh, it’s okay. How’s yours?” 

He led her inside with his hand holding hers. She didn’t mean to look around to see if anyone noticed, but she did. Harry never touches her unless they’re alone, as if he doesn’t want anyone to see them interact. And now he’s dragging her through the lobby, to the elevators, all with a smile on his face. 

Once they were shut inside the elevator, she took her hand away, with some difficulty because of his grip, and then she shot him a look. 

“What’s going on?” 

“With what?” 

“Why are you so…” She trailed off, not having the right word. She didn’t know what to say. Why is acting like he gives a fuck all of a sudden? Some days she doubts he even likes her but now this? It’s strange and she can’t help but think he has some ulterior motive. Harry doesn’t do things like this without reason and she’s really confused. 

“So what, love?” He pressed a button to get to a floor so high she thinks she might be dizzy when she gets up there and then he turned to look at her, almost fondly. 

“Why did you invite me here?” Maybe if he can answer his question, this might all make sense. 

“Haven’t seen you in three days. I just thought you’d like to have lunch with me. You don’t work too far away, do you?” 

“Ten minutes or so.” She muttered, looking away from him to the shiny elevator doors in front of her. He’ll never give her a straight answer, so she might as well enjoy this while it lasts. Harry can switch on a dime and right now he’s almost being…sweet. She can’t ruin that. 

He introduced her to the receptionist on his floor even and she tried to keep her facial expression neutral. There’s no purpose behind it and she wonders why he does it if she’ll probably never be back. 

Her name is Becca and she’s very enthusiastic and shakes (Y/N)’s hand so eagerly she thought it might fall off. 

“You’re just as pretty as Harry says you are.” 

Another revelation she has to keep a straight face for. 

“Oh, thank you.” She tried to smile while shooting a glance in his direction, only to see him giving Becca his own look of disapproval. 

“I mean, he—he’s mentioned you once or twice. Not like…a lot or anything.” 

“Thank you, Becca. We’ll be going,” Harry spoke up, grabbing a hold of (Y/N)’s arm to lead her to his office. 

It’s exactly as she’d expect it to be. Sleek and modern, windows lining the wall behind his desk. He has a spread of food scattered across his desk and it all looks mouth watering. Even though she’s incredibly confused and a little concerned about where this new personality of Harry’s is coming from, she’s still going to eat because everything looks delicious and she’s starved. 

Brunch is similar to breakfast the other day at her apartment. It’s quiet, neither of them knowing what to say. She did thank him for the food and asked him where he got it because it was just as good as it looked and he responded with as few words as possible. 

“What are your plans for the weekend?” He asked, breaking the quiet in the room. 

“Um,” She thought it over. Breakfast with Jace on Saturday, but she didn’t want to tell him that because he’d probably flip. And while he won’t tell her why he’s got a problem with it, he’ll figure out a way to talk her out of it. “Going out with Maria Saturday morning but I think that’s it.” She lied, even though she wanted to rub it in his face that she had a date and there was nothing he could do or say about it. But again, he’d find a way to stop her from going. 

“I want to take you somewhere so cancel it.” 

Harry’s betting that (Y/N) has a date on Saturday morning with that guy from the app and the thought doesn’t sit right with him. She wouldn’t tell him that’s what she’s doing either. So instead, he’s going to take her out of the city so she doesn’t even have a chance to meet with him.

He can tell by the slightly shocked look on her face that she wasn’t expecting that. He wasn’t either but he’d spent last night booking a hotel and arranging a flight for them. She pretty much has to go because it’s all already paid for. 

“What?” 

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll like it, trust me.” 

(Y/N) isn’t sure if she trusts Harry or not but she’s willing to give it one more chance. Maybe going away with him will be good for them and then he’ll realize that he actually does like her a little bit. 

And canceling the date with Jace…she did want to go, he’s been very nice and respectful so far. Definitely a change of pace. She can only hope that he’ll take kindly to a rain check because she does want to meet him, just not this weekend. 

“Um, I think that’s okay. Why so suddenly?” She doesn’t feel like eating anymore but not because she lost her appetite or anything. But she’s almost a little excited. She wished she wasn’t because Harry’s good for disappointing but she can’t help it. 

“Need to get out of this office for a bit. I was getting away anyway, just thought you’d like to come along.” He shrugged, relaxing back into his comfortable looking chair. 

“Hm. Alright, sounds fun,” She muttered, looking him over again. Harry isn’t spontaneous. She knows that for certain but this isn’t like him. Something out of the blue, taking her somewhere with him. It’s strange and she wants to interrogate him until she gets an answer from him that makes sense but instead, she just agrees, wanting to keep the peace. 

When she told him she had to be on her way back to work, he offered to walk her back down to the street. She wanted to decline, just so she could go beg Becca to tell her what else Harry says about her but he doesn’t really give her a choice.

But before they could get to the elevator, Becca stopped them anyway.

“You should come to the event next Friday, (Y/N). I’d love to see you there!” She smiled sweetly and (Y/N) couldn’t help returning it before glancing discreetly at Harry.

“Um, not sure yet.” An event? She knows Harry would never invite her to something like that but the thought is nice.

“Well, think about it. This is your formal invitation—”

“We’ve got to go, Becca. I’ll be right back.” Again, Becca is receiving a pointed look from Harry that (Y/N) is pretty sure she knows what it means. He didn’t want her to know about the event or whatever is going on. And that is very clear.

“Tell Harry to give you my number.” Becca waved, as the elevator doors shut.

“She’s nice,” She commented, trying to dispel the awkwardness that flooded the elevator. He had no intention of telling her that and now that Becca said something, he probably felt just as uncomfortable as she did. Time for a change of subject she guesses. “You really aren’t going to tell me where you’re taking me?”

“Not yet, no. Let it be a surprise, okay?” Harry walked her all the way back to the street and they parted with a promise to see each other later. He even kissed her cheek before she could get too far and that had her practically running from him as she rushed out another goodbye. 

There’s so much for her to think about, her head is beginning to hurt but there’s still a hint of warmth swirling in her stomach from that tiny display of affection on the street. But while things do seem to be up in the air, maybe they really are getting somewhere.

****

A nice i-“don't”-want-you-but-no-one-else-can-have-you fic!! I tried to make him a little forgivable in this one!! This is the fourth version of this and somehow he’s the nicest of them all lol. I hope you enjoy, sorry it took so long 😁

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