Summary: Harry Keeps Dreaming Of A Woman He Had Never Seen Before.

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Could you 12 from the fluff list? And please make Y/N a lil cheeky 😂❤️

Thankyou 🌞

Me and my husband, we're sticking together

Hii, I think you meant the smut list, hehe

Summary: Harry and Y/n have a quickie before going out.

Warning: unprotected sex

Word count: 1.5k

"If you don't change out of those shorts and into some pants I'll have them by lunch," Harry said playfully, making eye contact through the mirror.

The couple had agreed to go to a breakfast party to commemorate Y/n's co-worker's job promotion, one that Harry happens to be very jealous of. She wasn't dumb, she knew that nick - the guy - would stare her up and down whenever she walked in a room, she just didn't care enough about him, very differently than Harry.

"Yeah, of course, I'll do that," she said rolling her eyes, " I don't know why you worry about him so much, I've already told you he looks at everyone like that."

Harry hugged her from behind, kissing her neck and slightly sucking on it, "I'm not everybody's husband, am I?"

"You just care too much with things that shouldn't matter," the girl said, feeling the bulge of his thigh on her behind, "Harry we don't have time."

Y/n knew what he wanted, his body language saying everything. Harry had a weird obsession with having sex before they had to go out somewhere, he was just very persuasive.

"Please, just a quickie, ya look good right now," his hand went below her shirt, feeling her tits since she wasn't wearing a bra, "always so pretty sweetheart."

She looked at him in the mirror, his tongue and teeth playing with the skin of her neck while his fingers were playing with her nipples, his other hand pressing her lower back into his hips.

"You need to be very fast, though," she breathed.

The man didn't need anything else, he quickly took her shirt off and took her body in his arms, sitting on the bed while she sat on his lap. His mouth promptly found her nipple, sucking on it gently while his other hand pinched the other one, making the girl moan and lean into him.

"Such a good pair of tits, makes me want to love on you all day," he whispered on her chest, going back to the breasts and leaving hickeys on the skin.

The girl started to hump against his hips, the rough fabric of her shorts creating amazing friction on her clit. Harry noticed her actions, taking a hold of her hips, making her rub herself even more. "Feeling good, baby? You like to hump on my cock like that?"

Y/n nodded, hugging her arms on his neck, picking up her pace, "want you to cum on my cock, though. What about we take those clothes out so I can make you feel good?"

"Alright, H," she said breathlessly, swiftly getting off his lap and stripping out of her shorts, wearing only a cotton white underwear, which already had a wet spot on it.

"Come on," he said, so she could stand close to him, her cunt right on his face, given the height of the bed. Harry held her love handles, bringing his mouth over her clothed pussy, his tongue lapping the fabric and feeling her arousal.

"So ready for me sweetheart. I know you said to be quick, but I just want to spend something eating you, alright?" He barely waited for her answer, his lips were already attaching to her clit.

"Right there Harry," she said, pulling his hair.

He took the inside of her thighs and spread her legs so he could have more space, "you taste amazing, baby." He murmured, taking the fabric of her underwear to the side and finally coming in contact with her bare pussy.

His tongue was playing with her wetness, trying to feel all of her with the tip of his tongue. The girl was a moaning mess, his tongue making her feel as if she was in heaven.

Harry abruptly took his mouth off of her, which made the girl complain, "Hey, no whining," he said harshly to her, grabbing her jaw, "you behave or else I’ll be the only one cumming, understand? Now, take your panties and get on the bed on your knees."

Y/n did what he told her, getting on the soft mattress on her knees, head turned to the headboard. She felt the bed dip behind her, moments later Harry was kissing her neck eagerly, "I hope that stupid boy that works with you can see all the hickey on your skin, 'cus you're my wife, my pretty hot wife."

"Just yours Harry, no one else's," she shivered, holding his arms to gain balance.

"Got you all naked for me on my bed, how lucky did I get to have someone like you? So fucking beautiful," his raspy voice met her ears, "why don't you get on all four for me? Need to fuck your cunt, gonna fill you up."

Harry watched the girl get in position, he promptly found a pillow to put under her hip, so she could be more comfortable. Her hole was already dripping just waiting for him.

He opened his zipper and pulled himself out of his boxers just enough so he could still be dressed, his cock was already hard, dripping pre-cum. He took two of his fingers, sinking them on her opening, making the girl moan, "liking that, baby? It's just my fingers yet." The man continued to fingering her, her walls contracting against his fingers while he was teasing himself, stroking his shaft with his hand.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, all spread open for your husband," he jerked, "While I'm here, fully clothed.

He picked up his pace with his hand, he wanted to be on the verge of cumming, so they could be quick and get at the stupid breakfast on time. His fingers were also working fast on her cunt, his thumb hitting her clit.

"H, I'm gonna cum, please," Y/n begged.

With that, Harry took his fingers off her, also freeing his cock from his hold. "You're only gonna cum on my cock, love."

The man got his body closer to her ass, being right in front of her openings, he took the head of his dick and applied pressure on her opening, just teasing and spreading her wetness. He made up and down movements around her slit, as the girl underneath him would whine, wanting to be fucked.

When he felt like he couldn't do it anymore, he slammed himself on her cunt, staying deep inside her, giving the girl some time to adjust, "how is it? Is my cock filling you up?" He asked, looking for compliments.

"Yeah, feel you so deep, please fuck me," she cried, with her head buried on the pillow.

"Shh, don't worry, gonna give it to you real good," his hips started working on her roughly, feeling the warmth of her cunt.

He was pounding inside his wife, holding to her hips with one hand while the other was playing with her clit, trying to make her orgasm as fast as she could. Harry lent into her body, whispering to her ear, "need you to cum, we need to leave in less than 10 minutes," he let his body fall into hers, only one hand holding him from crushing her body.

His cock was barely leaving her pussy with the thrusts duo to how deep he was. She was pulsing around him, she was close. "Cum for your husband, Y/n, go on."

With the pleasure of his finger on her clit the girl released, rolling her eyes as the pleasure took control of her body, which was shaking from the orgasm and from her husband thrust, who was trying to achieve his pleasure.

"Fuck baby, I’m almost there," he growled, kissing her cheek, concentrating on the movements of his hips.

The pounding was desperate, with barely any rhythm, he held her body against his back, jerking his hips frantically into her, until she felt a pressure on his balls, cum leaving the tip on his cock and hitting her cervix right after.

He moaned in her ear, kissing her back and trying to be as silent as possible as he made lazy movements, trying to get all of his cum to go inside her.

He placed the underwear on the leg holes and helped her get dressed, a new spot forming from having his cum, "want you to keep me inside, alright? When we get home I’m gonna love on you all night," he kissed her, giving the girl her shirt and her shorts, "see, told I would have them by lunch," he teasingly said.

The girl was moaning sweetly, being overstimulated by him, after a few moments Harry finally decided to pull out, holding onto her hips and watching his cum dripping out of her, he took his fingers and put it back into her pussy, "gonna take your underwear, love" he said after tucking himself into his boxers and pants.

Hii guys, please like, reblog, and give feedback here (I hope the link works) I'm very tired now, so byee, hope you guys enjoy it, see you tomorrow <3

Imagine getting to fuck Harry wearing nothing but one of his shirts with your heels on and messy hair. He keeps biting your lips and grabbing your ass and spanking you. He's kind of out of control and you kneel before him to suck his cock and almost devour it as he keeps tugging your hair and thrusting into your mouth. "Such a slut fo me aren't ya baby" and you'd smile while licking his balls and then he wrecks you. "on fours darlin imma fill you up so good"

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I feel a new one shot on the horizon

his hands.... H E L P

love on tour: wild geese

❛ let the soft animal of your body love what it loves❜

harry styles x fem!reader · word count: 1k+

harry and you are no longer together and it’s complicated.

There’s chatter everywhere, dimly lit corridors leading nowhere and everywhere at the same time as tall men dressed in black decorate every corner, no matter which way you look. The pink leather feels weird as her feet move, the material chafing her inner thighs while sweat runs down her legs. It’s as if the trousers are the sole reminder of the sickening feeling in her tummy, her organs accompanying the dread which surrounds every corner, every cell, reminding her her position here, and why she should have said no to coming here; to seeing him.

As they turn left, to what seems to be the last corridor she would walk through for the time being, Jeff turns to her with a hesitant smile and places his hand on her back, rubbing once, twice, and he lets go, leaving behind a fleeting feeling of loneliness and dread.

“He’s on in–” Jeff checks his watch, “–five minutes. I’ll get you some water or something before we walk a bit further so we can see.”

She looks at the massive stage before her, then back at Jeff. All she can do is nod and place her arms around herself.

Where’s Glenne, she means to ask, but someone comes up behind her and wraps one arm around her, and it makes her heart drop only for a moment before she realises the hand on her shoulder is way too meaty and pale for it to belong to a certain someone.

It’s Harry Lambert, in all his glory, dressed in a yellow shirt as his necklaces shine under the lights, and he’s got the same warmth as Harry that it makes her head hurt a little.

He squeezes one last time before letting go, then stands right next to the both of them.

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2, 26, and 27 ;)

The one where Harrys being a mad and horny devil and younger!y/n is being a tease

Based off of this ask

Prompt List

2. “You wanna say that again?”

26. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

27. “Watch your mouth.”

A/N: Little bit of Dom!Harry, some Younger!Y/N, and it hasn’t been proofread🙃. Enjoy😋

Harry had been invited to dinner with Jeff and a few higher ups from his label. So naturally he insisted that you went with him. You absolutely hated these dinners just as much as Harry did, but you sucked it up and decided to go for Harry. The only thing that made it slightly better was the fact that there was food, and even then, it wasn’t enough to make you enjoy yourself. Not to mention the fact that you had only one thing in common with everyone at the table, that being Harry. Besides that, you had zero common ground. On top of that, you were the youngest person at the table. You were even younger than Harry by a few years.

Now it wasn’t so crazy where it would be completely wrong on every possible level, but just enough to make Harry feel the need to protect you and scowl at every male or female who looked at you in a way that made him uncomfortable; even more than a boyfriend normally would. Even though you were also in your 20’s and were very much capable of taking care of yourself. Despite this fact, Harry never failed to bring the slight age gap up in every activity of your daily lives. Never in a demeaning way, but more of a joking/‘I’m older and wiser, and you should listen to me’ type of way.

Somehow this control Harry took at times also translated into the bedroom. And it worked, very well.

You absolutely loved it when Harry took control and just ravished you any way he wanted (of course establishing boundaries and limits way beforehand). Now this didn’t at all mean that you didn’t love it when he took his time and practically worshiped your body. You could practically burst just thinking about those moments. It also didn’t mean that you haven’t taken control in the bedroom either. You have and you throughly enjoyed watching Harry beg for you to let him cum, it gave him a taste of his own medicine. Plus, it was so hot to see him beg for you. You loved the rush it gave you to have Harry restrained against the bed, waiting for your next move, hoping you’d let him release. But if you had to choose between being in control or being under his control, you choose the latter any day. It was just something about calling him daddy and following his orders that sent you off the rails.

It not only made you go crazy, but it also made Harry almost lose his mind in some cases. He loved watching you follow his orders, getting on your knees in front of him just from a single look. Or simply bending over the arm of the couch without him having to tell you when you know you misbehaved. He couldn’t get enough of you. He loved how you were down for almost anything (some things were just too much for you, even for Harry). How you were filthy when it’s just the two of you, but when you were with other people, you switched to your sweet, innocent self. Even when you were with others, how you still managed to bring out that side of you that only he had the privilege of seeing could make him crazy. And it did. You riled him up so much that that there were numerous times where he had to drag you both to the bathroom and take care of his swollen cock.

Whether it was you calling him daddy in his ear, or your soft hand undoing his pants underneath the table. Even you giving him a soft kiss on the cheek every once in a while at different functions got him worked up. Just like tonight. Except this time he was a bit more frustrated than usual. Thanks to you of course.

Now there were many reasons to his frustration. The first being that the nonstop sex you guys were having was brought to an abrupt end. See, you had just gotten back home from a business trip that took you away for about a week. So you and Harry were in a sense trying to make up for lost time, and then some. So you decided to take two days off to spend with Harry. But as the time went on, two turned into three and now four. The two of you didn’t leave the house for almost four days.

Your routine turned into this:

Wake up, have a good first round of morning sex, get in the shower, have another round of sex in the shower, cuddle up in the bed or on the couch and watch whatever you could find on Netflix, have sex again on the couch or in bed, cook dinner together, eat dinner, then end the night off with a ‘final’ round of sex.

“We’re running low on supplies” you mumble bending over to look into the nearly empty fridge. Out of the blue, Harry strolls into the kitchen and finds you bent over the fridge. He seized the opportunity and he delivers a heavy swat to your ass. “Harry!!” You screech, coming up from your previous position to face him. “That hurt” you pout, rubbing over the stinging spot on your backside.

“Need daddy t’make yeh feel better?” He rasps, pulling your into his chest. His arms wrap around you and his hands go straight to your ass, kneading the supple flesh in his large hands.

“No, I need food” you huff, deciding to not indulge him any further. Harry has other plans though. He guides you over to the kitchen island and before you have a chance to rebuke him, you’re already being hoisted onto the counter.

“I already have something I want to eat” he spreads your legs and attaches his lips to your neck.

“No” you close your legs, trying to stop Harry from continuing. You do this only for him to spread your legs again. Which leads you to snap your legs shut. The both of you continue in this pattern for a little longer until you push him away completely.

“Baby” he slumps, pouting in your direction.

“We can have sex when I get back home.” You keep your hands on his shoulders and you hop off of the counter. You make your way to the front door with a now mopey Harry training behind you.

“Not even a taste. Y’not going to let daddy have a taste?” He tries to coax you into letting him have his way

“I’m not going to be long” you chuckle at his eagerness. You shrug on your coat and you slip on your worn out sneakers. “I have no idea how you survive on tour. Your like a horny teenager” you tease grabbing your purse and keys.

“Well first of all, I’m a grown man. Older than you to be exact. Second, it’s easier on tour because you’re not around.” He states matter of factly. You roll your eyes at his comments and you make your way out of the door.

“So you’re blaming your horniness on me now?”

“Yes, yes I am.” He reply’s curtly. You turn around and you press a quick peck to his pillow soft lips.

“Love you” you mumble against his lips.

“Love you too” he sighs giving your hips a slight squeeze. Before he can even try to deepen the kiss, you pull away from him and you make your way to your car. You hop in and you back out of your parking space, leaving Harry leaning against the door looking soft and cute, yet utterly fuckable. During your entire ride to the grocery store, the image of a needy Harry lingered in your head.

When you make it to the store, you dash inside, wanting to get in and get out so you could go home. As you’re walking into the next aisle, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pull it out to see that it’s a text from Harry.

Harry: A few people from the label invited us out to dinner. Want to go?

You thought it would be good to get out of the house for the night instead of watching Netflix in bed.

Y/N: Sure! I’ll be home soon.

You throw your phone into your bag and you zoom around the store grabbing the last items you had on your list. You surprisingly make it through checkout fairly quickly and you make your way back home. With the help of Harry you manage to get everything put away in enough time for you to get ready.

“Y’want me to hop in with you. Save time and water?” Harry rations. But you don’t fall for it at all.

“If we get in this shower together, we won’t make it out of the house.” you shoot down his proposal, leaving him alone in the bedroom. You take a quick shower and you rummage through your closet for something to wear.

“Y’should wear this” Harry leans against the door to your closet with a hanger dangling from his finger. The dress on the hanger was in no way appropriate for the event what so ever. It was the dress that never failed to make Harry want to drag you away from any party.

“Absolutely not.” You grab the hanger from him and you put it back where it belonged. You eventually settle on a simple dress that you could just throw on. You’re surprisingly able to finish getting ready with a few minuets to spare; mainly due to the fact that you made Harry go downstairs and wait for you. When you come down the stairs, you see Harry sitting on the couch mindlessly looking at his phone. The clicking of your heels against the floor, causes his attention to shift over to you.

“Now if you don’t let me bend you over the arm of this couch, it would be so cruel” he pleads with you.

“As soon as we get home I’m all yours.” you wrap your arms around his neck and his circle around your waist.

“You better be. Gimme a kiss” he puckers his lips and you give him a few kisses.

“Let’s go, don’t want to be late” you smooth your hands over the lapels of his jacket. You give him one last kiss on the cheek and you pull away from him. You grab your jacket from it’s hook by the door and the two of you make your way out to dinner.

The dinner goes the way it always does. You sitting next to Harry, not talking much while he talks to everyone else about his upcoming projects. The dinner surprisingly goes by faster than usual. You and Harry having your own little conversations away from everyone else at the table helped when it came to passing the time. You were impressed at how Harry was able to contain all of the pent up sexual frustration from the day. Well, you were impressed at first.

Now to add onto his sexual frustration, you were starting to frustrate Harry. While everyone was ordering desert, Harry decided to settle on a cup of tea. This opened up a big can of worms that you were going to have to pay for.

“How do you deal with an old man like him?” One of his colleagues jokes, directing the question at you. You thought it was the perfect Opportunity tease Harry a little, and get in on the conversation.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s that hard dealing with old man styles over here” you begin turning towards him with a smirk across your face. You look over at him and you see an unamused expression spread across his face. “Aww, is my old man mad” you laugh and you lean over to kiss the corner of his mouth, but he pulls away from you. Causing you and the entire table to erupt with laughter.

“You’re a grumpy old guy” You turn your attention from the conversation over to Harry who’s sitting quietly next to you.

“You wanna say that again?” He grits through his teeth, planting a firm grip onto your exposed thigh under the table.

“Say what, that you’re a grumpy old man” you continue to tease, deciding to let Harry see how it felt.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because I suggest that you watch your mouth” he leans closer to your face. You roll your eyes at him and you see his eyes darken. Not only was he rock hard from the entire day, but he was also irritated by you. It wasn’t what you said that frustrated him, it was the fact that you weren’t listening to him at all.

“I’m not a little girl, and you can’t tell me what to do” you decide to stand your ground.

“Your mine, and I’d shut up if I were you, you’re already in hot water.” Harry growls lowly at you.

“Make me” and that’s what completely threw Harry over the edge. He takes a deep breath and he leans over to you, his breath fanning over your skin.

“I want you to go into the bathroom and wait for me. Right now.” You freeze in place and you realize that you were in some trouble. You excuse yourself from the table and you do as Harry told you. You wait for about five minuets, which seems like forever when you are awaiting a punishment. Harry bursts through the door and locks it behind him. He strolls over to you and traps your body between his and the counter behind you.

“Y’think you could just talk t’me like that and not get punished?” He asks you, gripping onto your chin go look at him. You shake your head no through his grip. “Use your words” he says sharply.

“No” you whisper through your shaky breath.

“Get on your knees” he instructs. You follow his orders and you kneel in front of him. He begins to undo his pants. He pushes his pants down his legs and his cock springs to life. It looks like he could just burst. His cock was an angry reddish purple color. You could see a bead of precum coming from his engorged head. He grips his cock and he jerks himself a few times before pulling your head back. He lines his cock up with your mouth and he maintains eye contact with you. Keeping his eyes on you, he pushes his cock past your lips.

“Fuck” he growls down at you. He gains a firm grip onto the back of your head and he wastes no time in thrusting into your mouth. You feel his cock going all the way down your throat. The head of him going so deep that you gag around him. “Old man? Couldn’t fuck this pretty mouth if it was baby” he pants, continuing to thrust into you. Your hand moves up to his thigh, squeezing him so that you could stay in place. All you could hear were the wet sounds of Harrys cock pistoning into your mouth and the pants leaving his mouth. You swallow around him, causing your throat to tighten up, resulting in you squeezing his cock. “M’gonna cum” Harry growls, continuing to thrust into your mouth. You move your hand from his thigh to his balls and go squeeze them in your hand. All of a sudden, Harry presses your head into him, stilling his hips, feeling his release coming. Then you feel spurts if his cum pouring into your mouth. He shoots rope after rope of his cum down your throat, finally getting the release he’d been in need of all day. He catches his breath and pulls out of your mouth. He looks down at your kneeling figure and a big smirk spreads across his face when he sees your smeared lipstick and watery eyes. He tucks himself back onto his pants and fixes his appearance in the mirror above you.

“Maybe that’ll make you think twice before talking back” he whispers, looking into your watery eyes. He notices a drop of his cum gathering in the corner of your mouth, and he swipes his thumb across the area, collecting it onto his finger. You part your lips for him, but he pushes it past his own instead. Your face falls, causing him to chuckle at your reaction before opening the door. “Don’t take too long in here” he says walking out of the bathroom as if nothing ever happened, leaving you alone on your knees on the floor.

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subrry with mommy kink and breastfeeding blurb? please?😩

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason | Saturday Night Live (2019)

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Could we maybe have a blurb with Y/N’s reaction to Pleasing? Thank you❤️

ok so i had an idea for y/n doing a livestream to promote the products so this is what this blurb is:

“Hello, hello!”

You smiled into the camera lens as people flooded into your instagram live. After 5 seconds you already had 10k people watching, but you knew that would continue to rocket to about 50k by the time you started.

Today was a really special day because you’d received your parcel for the Pleasing PR. Obviously Harry was more willing to give it to you as just an ordinary gift, what with you being his fiancé and all, but you wanted the same experience as everyone else with the PR packaging and so on. You’d woken up to the parcel on your bedside table, a note with it claiming that Harry had to run to the Pleasing HQ offices for a bit and so that’s when you’d decided you’d do a livestream unboxing.

Not all the fans were going to be able to afford these products, so you’d give them whatever free content you could. The fans absolutely adored you too. Couldn’t get enough of you. You had your own little mini fan base within Harry’s and you loved everyone who loved you so much. Doing livestreams like this made those fans days a little better, so it was worth skipping out on a brunch with the girls for.

“I see you, hello!” You waved into the camera, checking yourself out to make sure you looked at least-semi decent.

You were in one of Harry’s Love on Tour t-shirts that you’d bought for yourself, because you couldn’t help but be nothing but proud of your fiancé. You complained at how long it took to ship, but now that you had it you rarely took it off your body. You were also wearing a pair of cotton shorts, which normally you wouldn’t but you didn’t want to violate livestream guidelines.

“Wow there’s already 42k of you. Hope you’re all doing okay and if you’re not then that’s okay too. I hope this will cheer you up even just a little.” You arranged the products next to your phone, on the bathroom counter that you’d propped it up against, so it would be easier to see and pick up what you’re talking about. “Um, no sorry Harry is currently out so he can’t join but i’ll tell him that you asked what his favourite fruit was. If I had to guess, it would be bananas.”

Your phone suddenly dinged with a notification and you noticed it was from Harry. You furrowed your eyebrows as you diverted your attention away from the live and towards your fiancé for a brief moment.

H🤍: It’s strawberries, actually.

You didn’t understand for a moment, but you let out a big ‘oh’ in revelation. You went back to the livestream and went onto who was watching it and sure enough Harry’s instagram account was at the very top. You smiled, because Harry never really uses social media but if he does it’s because of you or PR. You’re the only person who’s notifications he has on for social media and so he must’ve seen the one for you starting a love and joined.

“Turns out H is watching and he says his favourite fruit is actually strawberries.” You returned your gaze back to the questions and comments that were flooding in at a rapid pace. “Oh I don’t think Harry even knows how to request to join my live, let alone want to do it. He’s quite busy today as you might have guessed.” You laughed as everyone started commenting stuff about Pleasing.

“So yes. I am here with you because I want to unbox my Pleasing package- okay that sounded weird didn’t it? H? Pleasing, really? Anyways—”

H🤍: Had to name it in relation to you somehow.

You blushed, but kept your mouth private. Some comments weren’t meant to be shared so publicly with his fans, unlike others.

To keep you distracted you picked up the packaging and held it in front of the camera, screaming like a fan girl as you did so. You held it up in different angles, holding it still because you knew some fans loved to take screenshots of moments like this.

“Look at how sexy this is everyone. I mean… Good job H, good job.” You smiled and you knew that Harry would be smiling too.

Harry had spent so much of his time and dedication to this amazing company. He wanted to create something permanent under his name and something that could be carried on for years and years to come. Originally it was going to be just a way to invest his money, but he quickly realised it was so much more to him than that. He was building a community and a safe place for himself, but also for thousands of people globally. With a little persuasion from you, he became a full-time employee of the business and worked a full year to help design products, crunch an unhealthy amount of numbers and package in factories.

Although that had been a ridiculously busy year for him and for you too, he had succeeded in making something beautiful. Something exciting. Something pleasing. You were so proud of him and you made sure to tell him every day.

Looking back at the screen as you pulled your mind away from your delightful thoughts, you scrolled through what some of the comments were saying. A lot of them agreed that it was gorgeous and sleek and heavenly, but others were complaining that it wasn’t worth the price. Harry had told you not to address the issue of pricing though, knowing it was a tricky situation to talk around, so you ignored those the best you could. You knew Harry had done as much as he could to get prices low, but his marketing team were very strict and tight and admitted to Harry that their financial plan would allow prices to decrease but only after one financial year.

You began opening it, squealing when you looked inside. At first you saw a little card and then a t-shirt right behind it. You started reading the card, but realised it was a lot more personal than other people’s PR letters would be and so you stopped before you could get really choked up on camera.

“Okay, wait, I need to go change t-shirt’s hang on.” You rushed out of the bathroom, not changing in front of everyone considering you weren’t exactly wearing a bra on underneath. Once you’d put it on and placed your Love on Tour t-shirt carefully on the bed, you came back for a dramatic entrance and pretended you were on the runway. You could see a message that Harry sent too popping up.

H🤍: Damn

“New favourite t-shirt alert everyone! I love how Pleasing is written across my tits too— oops,” You realised you’d probably said something that violated guidelines, “Instagram please don’t sue me. I just love m’boobs that’s all.” You explained, which probably made it ten times worse but also how could they bash you for being a proud woman.

H🤍: I love your boobs too

You laughed and had to cup your hand over you mouth to soften the cackle, when you read Harry’s text. You shook your head as you picked up the box and started to unbox it more. Everyone knew that you weren’t too clued up in the makeup or cosmetic department, so it was no surprise when you went through each item not having a clue what it was or what it would do.

“Okay first we have this set of…” Buttplugs, you mentally said, “Wait what is this?” You questioned to yourself, putting the box down to play around with one of the, what you’d soon find out to be, nail varnishes. “Look at this packaging. Woah.” You tilted it to the camera. Everyone was telling you what it was and it made you laugh that they knew more about your fiancé’s products than you did. “Nail varnish, got you.”

You opened it up and smelt it, biting your lip as you nodded your head in love of that smell. You held up each nail varnish to the camera and even started painting your nails to see what the colours were like. You had painted a full hand, showing it to the viewers, before switching to your non dominant hand for painting.

“Oh dear. H normally paints my nails so I am genuinely so terrible at this.” You admitted as you smudged yet another nail. You huffed, knowing that Harry would be finding this far too amusing.

You looked up to the comments and saw that people were complimenting your nail art, whilst others were begging you to send them a PR box because they were too broke too buy one themselves.

“Uh sometimes i’ll paint H’s nails yeah, but i’m not good at it at all.” You replied to a comment that you’d seen. “He very much likes doing it himself. Finds it therapeutic and all that. You know what he’s like.” You waved your hand as if to say you didn’t need to go into that much detail, because sometimes the fans knew more about Harry’s behaviour than you did. That terrified you.

You and Harry did have a very open relationship though. From the get go there had been no hiding, because from the get go you knew you’d be it for each other. You didn’t come from much, but you’d worked hard to get where you wanted to be and happened to meet Harry through the same industry. It was fate really.

Harry didn’t use social media much, but when he did he was often posting candid photos of you on his Instagram stories or tweeting lyrics from an unreleased song that was about you and would be remaining unreleased because it was just for you. He had a second Instagram account, with only about 25 followers form his closest family members and friends, that he used for posting about your relationship. He liked keeping you as close to his heart as possible when he could, but also didn’t mind showcasing you to the world because how could he not?

“Okay what do we think?” You asked, pointing your fingers up to the camera for everyone to see.

H🤍: Beautiful, like you

You smiled and then looked down to hide your blush. Moving onto the next item, you carefully placed the nail varnishes to the side.

“What is this?” You picked up a bottle with lots of little pearls inside. “Am I supposed to make a necklace with them or summat?” You questioned, hoping the fans would help you out. “You’re all saying it’s a pearlescent illuminating serum, but that means nothing to me. Harry help!” You laughed, opening the bottle and wondering how you even worked the contraption.

H🤍: You are such a bloody nuisance, you know that right?

H🤍: I’ve requested to join your live

H🤍: Oi let me in

You scrolled through your requested list until you found Harry. You accepted him and waited for his face to pop up on the screen. He rarely came on lives so this was very special for you, him and the fans and especially on such an important day in Harry history. You watched your viewers jump from 56k to 123k within the space of a minute.

“Why are you wearing my jumper?” You asked without greeting him, noticing him wearing your old university hoodie.

He was clearly sat in an office, the hood of his hoodie pulled up so you could only see a few curls poking out underneath. He looked tired, but he also looked very excited and full of love. He kept on glancing around the room, no doubt to the voices you could hear mumbling in the background.

“Yeah hi and love you too.” Harry rolled his eyes, but you knew that he was just messing.

“Love you H. Now help me please.” You pouted, trying to figure out what an earth you were doing.

“Okay so you’re going to put maybe two pumps on your fingers and then rub it gently into your skin, in areas where you want to feel a little more replenished and brighter.” He explained, smiling when you were copying what he said.

“Oh damn Styles. This feels good.” You admitted, walking to the bathroom mirror to see yourself better. You also admitted that you looked better too after barely applying anything.

“You could’ve said it was pleasing, love. That would’ve been more on brand.” He replied sarcastically, making you want to flip him the bird but held off due to better judgement.

You walked back over and posed in front of the screen and you noticed Harry screenshotting a few captures of your face.

“Doesn’t it fee like we’re on face-time H?” You asked, still checking over your skin which did seem to be glowing a little bit better.

“Not when there’s an extra 123k people here, no.” He chuckled, watching you pull out the next item too. “Can I go or d’you need me for this one too?”

“If you don’t want to be with me, just say.” You replied dramatically, making Harry chuckle with your act. It you weren’t careful there would be a news headline tomorrow about how you threatened to break up with Harry but then again you really didn’t care and it would be entertaining.

“Well you are a bit clueless in the cosmetic department, love, and i’m starting to think that might be a dealbreaker.” He pretended to say, but you didn’t have a clue how to jokingly respond so instead you kicked him off your live.

You went back to showing the final product, before you were getting bombarded by texts from Harry.

H🤍: Baby?

H🤍: Did you really just do that?

H🤍: Y/N L/N…

H🤍: (Soon to be Y/N Styles)

H🤍: Baaabbeee

H🤍: Wait are you actually mad?

You turned off your notifications to get through the final product, before you wrapped up the live. The heavily chaotic live - at least from your perspective. People were thanking you for showing them the products, bringing them a smile to their faces and some even thanked you for giving them a glimpse of Harry today. It was always so fun to see Harry in his every day life, rather than just through magazines or shows.

After you’d done the final product and sat and answered some of the fans burning questions, you decided to wrap up.

“Thank you so much for joining me today everyone! I always have so much fun with you all. Hopefully i’ve not discouraged you from purchasing anything from Pleasing. H worked really hard on this and please show him any support you can. You’re all amazing and take care and be safe. Bye bye!” You waved, blowing a few kisses before you turned off the live.

You sighed a breathe of relief, before walking to go make yourself a cup of tea before you had to clean up the mess in the bathroom. You took your phone with you and turned on the record player that attached to the house system sound speakers. As The Beatles music started to play through the house, the front door opened and you called out to see who it was. A few close friends and family members had keys to your house too, just in case they needed to drop something off, so you weren’t entirely sure who it could be.

“Hello?”

You heard fast footsteps into the kitchen and looked at the kitchen doorway to see your fiancé walk into the room.

“Everything alri—” You were about to ask, before Harry came up to you and smashed his lips onto yours. He held you close, by cupping your cheeks tight, and your hands went to balance on his forearms as he continued to crush your lips with his. He tasted wonderful and sweet and all things nice. As he pulled away, after a very long few seconds, you were slightly dazed by how much love and passion you’d just been gifted. “Well that was nice.”

“Just had to come tell you that I love you. So fucking much.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled so bright, thinking about how he’d just driven across town just to tell you that he loved you.

“Yeah? Good thing I fucking love you too.”