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Was it this video??? https://twitter.com/sugarfemdom/status/1396250288600739843?s=21

OH MY GOD WAIT YES THIS IS IT HOW DID YOU FIND THIS KDJF;KLSDFJ

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by honeytryst.

a work in progress. please do not repost my work on any platforms without my permission. thank you so much for reading!

* = mature content

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RANDOM

harry as tags on my posts that have made me chuckle

one direction as greek gods/goddesses

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TAGS

pictures and videos of my harry concert

writings that I recommend you read

what I wish harry would wear

things that make me happy

a little info about me

answered asks

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SERIES

sunflower. | surprise; | savior;

where harry meets an endearing fan who has resilience for her not-so-uncommon situation. (pregnant!y/n)

wild card. | wild flare.

where an innocent game of UNO with tequila and a twist makes harry and y/n’s night go wrong. (best friend!harry)

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ONE-SHOTS

winter flakes.

where the holiday season brings upon a terrible first impression.

permanent lovers.

where two lovers are bound by the ink of the strange universe.

edge of the universe.

where y/n is younger, and harry fears that he will ruin her youth.

past lovers.

where 18-year old harry tries to get y/n to get back together with him (film student!harry)

xx.

where harry hides his true feelings behind a thoughtful birthday card.

fame.

where harry knows the industry more than y/n does. (singer!y/n)

missing piece.

where harry is in search of a muse and is running out of time. (dancer!y/n)

feline.

where y/n isn’t very fond of harry’s surprise.

don’t feel bad.

where y/n is 7 months pregnant and knows her husband all too well. (dad!harry)

miss you.

where y/n loses harry’s rose ring.

housewarming gift.*

where harry gives y/n a housewarming gift. (best friend!harry)

night terrors.

where harry’s daughter experiences night terrors for the first time. (dad!harry)

soft skin.

where y/n feels insecure about her skin and wishes it was soft.

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SHORTER STORIES

y/n cuts her hair very short and harry comforts her

y/n breaks her ankle

harry is ill and y/n comes down with something

y/n worries that harry feels under pressure

chasm convinces model!y/n to get back together with harry

gift wrapping … and harry saves xmas

never too much

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Tags: angst, fluff word count: 4.0k+

Warnings: mentions of drunk driving, car accident

In which you think Harry has too much on his plate to worry about you.

It was all a bit surreal. What was supposed to be a nice day out with your best friend turned into an unfortunate emergency room visit and 8 stitches along the side of your thigh. 

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{Who am I to not write a disney fic while he’s on mickeys land?}

You didn’t grow up affluent enough to go to Disney. It was always something you wanted to do but not in a Disney adult type of way. You wanted to take the iconic picture in front of the castle and buy the overly priced ears but it never happened.

What you didn’t expect to happen when the tour bus arrived in Orlando was for it to go past the large Disney sign into the parks.

The scream you let out startled Harry in the best way. He watched with a full heart as you pressed yourself against the window facing the park to get a look at all of what was happening.

“Harry oh my god! Look! Baby look!” You exclaim jumping up and down. The bus pulls to a stop and before you could rush out of the bus Harry grabbed you to sit.

“I know. I knew how much you wanted to come and I wanted to do this to thank you for being on tour with me.” He says sincerely. You waste no time hugging him, your lips smothering his face in kisses as he laughs.

The two of you stroll into the magic kingdom with matching t shirts and jeans. Harry bought you a pair of cute sparkly ears- ones that reminded you of one of his outfits from tour.

The day was spent on every ride (space mountain being your your cliche favorite), eating tons of unhealthy food, and taking many pictures on your Polaroid and camera. You were having the best day ever. Before you and Harry wrapped up the day to head towards the castle for fireworks, you wanted to meet Gaston.

Gaston was the first character you’ve ever had a crush on. The first time you watched beauty and the beast as a child you were head over heels for the bulky arrogant man…kinda reminded you of your current fiancé.

As you and Harry approached Gaston, guards on either side of you guys, you could feel your heart start to stammer.

“Woah don’t tell Belle but I think there’s a new beauty on the block!” Gastons boisterous voice could be heard miles away. You couldn’t help but blush at the comment.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” You reply with a small wave. Harry digs into your bag looking for your camera, more than ready for this interaction to be over. Jealousy was a very common characteristic Harry has. From Florence Pugh to fictional character Gaston, Harry didn’t like sharing.

“Oh honey, the pleasure is all mine.” He pretends to flex his padded muscles pushing one arm out for you to squeeze. “Hold on to this. Lover boy, get the thing ready.”

Harry’s reaction was priceless, it left you in a giggling mess. His mouth dropped in shock as he adjusted the camera to you and Gaston. His shock didn’t leave his face as you wrapped two hands around Gastons muscle and made an exaggerated face for the picture.

“There, now go brag to everyone, I’ll do the same. Met an absolute gem.” He flirted. It was hard to tell if this was Gaston or the actor just blatantly flirting. An hand gripped your arm gently pulling you away from Gaston.

The walk to the castle was silent as Harry brooded in front of you. It was an amusing sight to see watching your boyfriend pout.

As you two sat down at a table near the castle you couldn’t help but feel bad.

“Don’t be jealous Bubby.” You joke breaking the silent.

“Not jealous.” Grumbled from the mouth of the pouting man. The chair below you scraped the ground so you could get as close as you can to him. No one was around you two, perks of having a velvet it boyfriend with a handful of guards.

Lips on the shell of his ear you utter, “I don’t know why you’re jealous. I mean, there isn’t anyone else fucking me into a mattress almost every night. Also you put a ring on it so get over yourself.”

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‘c’mon’ you pleaded silently on your back, watching harry fumble with his belt buckle in sheer desperation. ‘inside, please. want you inside of me,’ he growled at your request, practically shoving his jeans just under the curve of his bum before lifting the flowy dress up your body, ‘fuck, you should wear this more often’

M A S T E R L I S T

Hello and welcome to the Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge Masterlist!

Here are a collection of links to every authors blog, piece, as well as their chosen era/trope. As always, please give all the authors some love and feedback.  And thank you to everyone who participated and brought this challenge to life! @oh-honey-styles @andwhenshesays and I couldn’t have asked for a better turnout x

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Masterlist

Imagines 

The one where Harry’s in love with you but you’re clueless and dating someone else Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The one where you just wanted a fling but Harry wanted to take it slow Part 1 Part 2 

The one where you need comfort and Harry just loves you 

College Harry Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

I love you too & I love you too II

Best friend’s brother Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

From The Dinning Table Part 1 Part 2

Moving in Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 +1 Part 13 +1 

Stop at Abbey Road 

Frat boy Harry smut

Haze 

Bad Kisser 

Flirt 

The Girl, the Miss, the Mrs Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Ohana Part 1 Part 2

Lawyer Harry Part 1 Part 2

Doctor Harry 

 Principio 

 Principio II

 Grito por dentro 

Dulce introducción al caos

Golfa

Cerca del suelo

Hoy te la meto hasta las orejas 

Primer movimiento: El sueño

Rojitas las orejas 

Corto

El sitio de mi recreo

 So Payaso

El Pájaro Azul

Salir

Moody Blue

La vereda de la puerta de atrás

Segundo movimiento: Lo de fuera

 Pequeño rocanrol endémico

 Yo me quedo contigo aquí

Buscando una Luna 

Si te vas 

Ocean Eyes

Locura Transitoria 

Un suspiro acompasado 

Pierdo verticalidad

Cuando no me ves 

Sweet Creature

Tercer movimiento: Lo de dentro 

Cuarto movimiento: La realidad

T la sudo

Spanish Eyes

The End Of The Road

   Doctor Harry blurbs: 

Single:

A hard day’s night 

Parents: 

Bad mom 

First belly

Scared

Prompts 

Prompt List 

Prompts 1&18 #I can’t stand your silence #Give me a chance

Prompt 2 I thought we were family

Prompt 5 Just because I’m mad doesn’t mean I don’t love you 

Prompts 6&19 Let me look at you & Just don’t shut me out, okay?

Prompts 15&33 You have no idea what you do to me & God you make me mad

Prompt 24 We’d make such cute babies 

Prompt 27 I would but I can’t feel my legs 

“Surprise” - One shot

Rated: G

preview:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

updated: 4/21/2021

✰ = smut

☂ = angst

(if there’s nothing next to it, then it’s fluff)

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here are all my playlists!

24 hour bookstore→part one, part two✰: you meet harry one night while he’s in nyc and then he asks you on a date and things get…dirty

quarantine confessions: harry’s in la and you’re in nyc and he stops calling and you wonder if your kiss screwed everything up

the quarantine couch✰: you’re staying with your parents during quarantine and you have…needs

a trim: harry really needs a haircut

fuck ‘em only we know (light smut): based off of Bank’s song

boardwalk (summer feeling challenge): you and harry have a fun night on the boardwalk in ocean city, md

wallowing: after another one of your relationships end, you pour a large glass of wine and decide it’s time for some wallowing while fine line blasts throughout your apartment and your best friend comes to comfort you

wallowing part two (wip): you and harry have been seeing one another but nothing’s official; you two go out one night and he fucks up so you go home to wallow in your feelings—again.

ungodly hour→ part one, part two✰: request based off of chloe x halle’s song

26 ☂, part two✰: request based off Gracie Abrams’s song 21 

fine line✰:harry plays you fine line for the first time and some things come out

tis the damn season: ✰ based on miss swifts iconic tune

green eyes☂: based on the song green eyes by Joseph, or harry wants to take a break

faking it: (light smut) you fake an orgasm and harry knows

october✰☂: september was filled with heartbreak, but october is offering you better things

house hunting: you and harry are looking for a house in italy

needy✰: you just really need dick

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SOMEBODY ELSE: you and harry are friends who start an arrangement…and then that arrangement ends and you’re left with impossible feelings as you watch him move on.*COMPLETED*

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EARLY MORNING GLORY (Extended Fic; chaptered): a slow burn, friends to lovers, harry au where he’s just starting out and it takes place in NYC.*ONGOING*

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IN MY FEELINGS: you and harry hate each other, but that doesn’t stop you from hooking up *COMPLETED*

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CRUEL SUMMER: a secret relationship in the south of france that breeds nothing but hurt *COMING SOON*

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I would but I can’t feel my legs

A/N: This is prompt 27 <3 Hope you like it lovely anon! 

The sexual tension had been too much for anyone to stand. You had seen him, because you had texted him we’re at 5 things I like. It was a tradition by then since six years prior when your friend Ellie had turned 18, you had created the biggest bar hop of all times and then you did it every year. People had summed up during the years and so had Harry, just three years ago. 

You had met Harry through Suz. She had met him, at some set where he was shooting something and she was the lighting technician, and she had had this big, almost senseless crush on him for so long until this one day, she didn’t know how to attract his attention anymore- cause for him she was nothing but a friend- and so she had called you because you were fun, she had said, and everybody loved you. You weren’t sure whether that was true- after all, Suz had been your best friend for years- but the truth was Harry and you had immediately hit it off. 

All your girlfriends had joked about it, about how you had stolen Suz’s crush unintentionally and despite the fact that of course you found him attractive- you weren’t blind- since Suz was your best friend, and you knew she was only half joking when she said she would kill you if you ever flirted back, you had kept your distance from him. Granted, you were friends, you were good friends, you would hang out, have pizza at his flat, have a few beers at some pub when he was in town, sometimes with Suz and sometimes alone but you always kept things strictly friendly. 

Suz used to complain about how he barely texted her back and you nodded along, never letting her know he texted you almost every day. Suz was your best friend and you would never do that to her but at the same time, you knew her obsession with him was something physical and it kind of bother you a little that she would see Harry that way, as a piece of meat, when he was so much more than that. She used to say he was plain, boring, the typical guy with the typical guy’s conversation but that was not true, that was not true at all, it was just that she wouldn’t get to know him because she was annoyed that he had rejected her in a sexual way- Suz wasn’t used to rejection- she was beyond gorgeous. And it kind of bothered you, that you had to reject him yourself despite the way you felt- something you couldn’t help however hard you tried- simply because she wanted to be wanted by him. 

So you had texted him that day, because she had encouraged you to do so so she could see him and you felt, and it was bad of you to say it, you felt a little belittled by her because she didn’t even see you as a threat, did she? For she was so much more gorgeous than you and yes, she was your best friend, and yes you knew that- all your other friends would say that Harry must have been gay to say no to Suz for she was a goddess, but it kind of made you feel insecure even though it shouldn’t but…

What am I doing here then? He snapped you a picture of the pub he was with lots of your other friends and it made you smile, that he wouldn’t care about any of that. If you weren’t there, then he was in the wrong pub. You had seen Richard was with him so you had encouraged Suz to change pubs and meet him there instead of making him come and because she wanted to see him that very minute, she had playfully forced you to down your drink in a minute. Enough to have you tipsy that was. 

Harry grinned like a child opening a present when he saw the three of you walking inside. Suz had brought his new friend with benefit, this John guy from Belgium she had been sleeping with and it was your job to keep him entertain as she tried to attract Harry’s attention but as usual, Harry grinned and hugged you tight. 

“Bird!” 

He had started calling you bird after a month of knowing you, because a bird had actually shitted on your head while the two of you were having a cup a coffee. He had cleaned it off your hair but he had laughed for a long time after that and ever since then the nickname had stuck with you. 

“Suz!” He grinned and hugged her as well, shaking John’s hand and introducing himself. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders immediately after and smiled at both Suz and you. “Come on, I want you to meet some people.” 

Suz was walking behind you and you weren’t sure if he had meant you as in you or as you and Suz. You had noticed John’s face dropped and you almost felt bad for him even thought you knew he didn’t really care. Harry introduced the two of you to his band mates and your stomach tightened when he started to say this is Suz and this is my bird because you didn’t want it to happen again. You had lost your best friend when you were sixteen because her boyfriend, who was your best friend as well, had fallen in love with you- or so he said. 

So as soon as you met Harry’s friends, you saw your chance of mingling with them, so Suz could have Harry for herself. You were casually chatting to Sarah when Harry took your drink and placed it on the table, grabbing your hand and taking you to the dance floor. He smiled as he placed your body against his, his hands on the lower part of your back. 

“I knew you’d get along with the band.” He smiled. “I’ve been waiting forever to introduce you guys.” 

“Well you don’t stop touring the world, mister.” You smiled. 

“I know.” He chuckled. “And I’m having the time of my life but I’m so happy to be here now, to see you, you know? I miss you when I’m on the road.”

“Yeah, we all miss you too.”

“I was talking about you.” He pointed at your face. “I mean of course I mean everyone else too but…” He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “You know.” 

You only nodded, your heart was beating faster than it should and he was getting closer but you turned your head and scaned the crowd to find Suz, looking at you with puppy eyes. You hated that this was probably hurting her and so you started joking with her, telling her she had the best dance partner because she was dancing with John and after joking about it for long enough, Harry got the hint and changed dance partners, grabbing Suz’s hands and giving you a tight smile. After a couple more songs, he made his way to the bar with the rest of your friends were drinking. 

“She’s just not into me, eh?” Harry whispered to Ellie as he glanced at you and Richard dancing like the scandalous idiots you were. 

“Who?” Ellie asked, hoping he would say Suz but knowing he was going to say your name. 

“Y/N.” He said as if it was obvious. “She looks so perfect tonight and I just want to hold her you know? But she’s just like elusive.” 

Ellie knew it all. You had talked to her about it and she always support the fact that you didn’t act on those feelings and kept avoiding him so she and Molly where the two people in charge of keeping the two of you apart when you had had one too many but that was enough, she thought. It had been nearly three years, three fucking years, you had been respectful enough. 

“She likes you too.” Ellie blurted out as she brought her beer to her lips. “It’s just… Suz, you know.” 

“So who’s this John then?” He asked, glaring at the way he was apparently flirting with you. 

Their conversation was cut short as both John and you walked towards the bar, laughing.  

“Well Claire is beautiful, eh?” You wiggled your eyebrows. 

“I guess.” He shrugged. “But so are you.” 

“Well thank you.” You laughed. 

“Good dance?” Harry interrupted, snapping. 

“Yeah.” 

He was jealous. Of course he was jealous and he would probably sound ridiculous if he said it out loud because as much as he wanted you, all the time, there was nothing more than one of the best friendships he had ever known between both of you. You were his best friend, simple as that, but he also thought of you in the mornings when he would wake up with a hard on only to realize he had dreamt about you. Again. 

And his eyes would drop to your mouth whenever you drank from a straw and he would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close whenever you were dancing and tonight, tonight you looked so beautiful and that jumpsuit of yours, backless and fluffly was driving him crazy so what was that John guy doing telling you you were beautiful? Of course you were beautiful but you were his, not John’s and he had had enough of that so he bought a rose- because there was a woman selling roses on the bar- and he bought one and cut the surplus stem and tucked it on your ear. 

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He whispered in your ear as he placed his hand on your waist, pulling you to him and making sure John saw that. “Because now you look way too beautiful.” 

You were blushing and he was so close so you were sure he was hearing your heartbeat. You swallowed and he smiled against your ear, caressing your bare back with one hand. 

“Sit down with me?” 

He grabbed your hand and you walked towards the table where all his friends were sitting and before you could take a seat yourself, he pulled you on his lap. 

“Just stay close, yeah?” His green eyes looked into yours, moving your hair to the side so he could see your skin. “I’ve missed you.” 

He pressed a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder and you wrap your arm around his shoulders as you sat sideways on his lap. Mitch kept bringing you drinks and you kept drinking because you were happy and Harry was so close. His hand was caressing your thigh and you had tangled your fingers on his hair, making him smile at you before he threw his head back and sighed in appreciation. 

The alcohol running on your blood was making the dim light look kind of hazy and the music sounded louder then so you had to lean on Harry when he talked to you. He’d whisper in your ear as his hands rested on your body, in places a friend wouldn’t really have his hands. 

“I love how you smell.” He whispered and his lips, you weren’t sure whether it was on purpose or because he was intoxicated himself hit your skin. “And this jumpsuit…” He held the fabric on his hand.

“What about it?” You had turned your face so you were facing him then. 

Your faces were so close you could feel his breath hitting your skin. His hand travelled up your thigh. 

“You shouldn’t wear these things around me.” He smirked. 

“You don’t like it?” 

He rolled his eyes before he smiled at you, his eyes dropped to your mouth, once, twice and he leaned in but Suz, Suz, Suz so you turned your head and his lips landed on your cheek instead. You hugged him so he knew, he had to know, and you hide your face on his neck, breathing in his scent. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I can’t.” 

He just looked into your eyes. He didn’t want to pressured you. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to. If you can’t, or if you didn’t feel like it, then that was that but then Ellie cleared her throat next to you and you looked up at her with a frown. She was smiling. 

“Will you go to the toilet with me?” She smiled. 

You got up from Harry’s lap and laughed as he held your hand playfully, not letting you go for the first few seconds. Ellie gently pulled you to a wall and shook her head at you.

“Go for it.” She said. 

“But-” 

“But it’s been almost three years and he doesn’t like Suz, he doesn’t like her. He’s head over heels for you! And you like him too so how is that fair? The fact that you guys are not together isn’t going to make him like Suz.” 

“But Suz-”

“But Suz will get over him, more so if he’s with you.”

“I thought you-”

“I know what I said but… Listen, Suz sleeps around with other people and she says she’s in love with Sean anyway and then she’s got this thing with Peter and John but…. What about you? You don’t sleep around, do you? You don’t even date because you’re in love with him! So go for it, girl.” 

“I can’t do that to Suz.”

“But you can do that to him?” 

You looked away, at Harry who was scrolling on his phone, and you looked farther away at Suz and Molly who were talking to some guys at the bar. Molly gave you a thumbs up and you rolled your eyes. Suz was in love with Sean. She had said that to you. She was going to visit him in Scotland in the summer and you… What did you have? 

When you got back to your friends, they were all waiting at the door to go to the next club and Harry wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you made your way there. He told you about the cities he had visited and about how much you’d like the people he had met and when you reached the club, you took him to the dance floor as soon as you entered. 

You danced for a few songs and you kept thinking what if it could actually work? What if you could kiss him right then and there? What if he could grab your bum or kiss your neck or take you home and make love to you? What if you could tell him you loved him? 

So you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hip as you pressed your back against his chest. You heard him swallow behind you and you felt your heart beating faster and faster as you hoped he would be okay with that. You deserved it, you deserved him if Suz had Sean and Peter and John, you could have Harry, right? You deserved him so you brought your hand to the side of his neck and brought your face closer to his, pressing a kiss on his cheek as you swayed your hips against his. Left, right, left, right, and his breath was hitting your cheek and his grip on your hips, both hands now, was tighter. 

“Y/N…” He whimpered from behind you so you turned around, you looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated making it hard for you to spot the green on his eyes. 

And then you leaned in and you kissed the corner of his mouth and that was the closest you had ever been to his lips and you pulled away and he followed, he wanted the real thing, he needed the real thing by the way he was pushing his bulge against you but you looked ahead. 

“Can I kiss you?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“I want you to but I don’t want to ruin Suz’s night.”

He pressed kisses on your neck then, because he could do that without it being so obvious and he couldn’t- for the life of him he couldn’t- stay away from you now. 

“Then let’s go, bird.” He kissed your neck again. “Let me kiss you at home.” 

You squeezed his hand before walking to the door, him following suit, his body still so close to yours. You walked to his place, a little more than ten minutes away and because he had seemed calmed as he walked next to you, not really in a rush, it surprised you the way he pushed you against the wall the moment he closed it, his lips landed on yours with hunger and desperation. You gasped against his mouth and kissed him back with the same passion and you didn’t even recognize yourself as you wished for him to cup your breast. All of a sudden that thought, that had never really crossed your mind, seemed so important, so urgent, and you were dying for him to do just that so you kissed him harder, putting all that frustration on that kissed and he moaned against your mouth, sucking your tongue and diving his in that wet cave. 

“God.” He gasped against your mouth. 

He had never been so needy, so desperate for anything in his life and he almost felt guilty for the things he wanted to do to you. He had thought about it so many times, when he had seen you in little clothes, when you had done something he considered sexy, when you moaned as you took of your heels, when he saw you with wet hair after a shower. 

“You’re so perfect.” He rushed between kisses. “And you taste so good.” 

You fought for air as you surprised both of you, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your breast. 

“Fuck.” 

He squeezed the flesh, he cursed and he was afraid his knees might fail him because he had thought about wrapping his mouth around your nipples and so he had thought about you naked and he had never been this hard in his entire life. He hadn’t seen it coming, when you loosened the knot on the back of your neck and the front of your jumpsuit fell. You couldn’t wait either, you wanted him in a way that made you blushed, especially because he had pulled away from you and he was breathing heavily and he was staring down at your bare chest and maybe it had been too much, maybe you had pushed it.

“Holy shit.” He whispered. “You are actually perfect.” 

He didn’t give you enough time to say yes for he was kissing your neck a second after he had said it, his hands cupping your breasts and your waist and you could not wait anymore you could not wait at all and so you pushed your body against his, desperately, almost aggresively as if somebody had said this was the last time you’d be with him. 

“Harry” You whispered against his mouth “take me to your room.” 

He didn’t even lift his head from your neck and took you to his room, always kissing you as you walked backwards. He wasn’t saying much but then again he couldn’t believe it was actually happening, what he had thought about for years, what he had dreamt about for years. He had touched himself thinking about this, he had constantly reminded himself that you were at home for him to keep going and you had always been that lazy love of his, for the only constant thing in his life was the way he felt about you. 

He kept pushing you against all walls on his ways, devouring your lips and your neck and grabbing your flesh, your hips, your waist, your bum… You couldn’t take it anymore and the only thought of him being inside you, stretching your walls that had long been forgotten by yourself- because you were somehow waiting or somehow thinking that maybe, one day, Suz would forget about him and then you could tell him and he would know but the only thought, the only thought of him making you yours, of him entering you, his body connected with yours so you were one in that moment forever silent, something exclusively between you and him…

He lied you on the bed hovering above you and you took off his pants- his shirt had fallen somewhere on the way to his room- and his hard on sprung free, red, wet, swollen and you imagined it must be somewhat painful and your mouth watered- for you had never seen someone so big and so hard and thinking you had done that and that was for you made it watered double so you ran your thumb against his swollen tip as you held it in your hand, hot and hard, and he hissed and clenched his teeth. 

You kissed him so his jaw relaxed as you held him on your hand and you caressed the thin skin on his sex as your tongue was running on his bottom lip. He was a groaning, his hands holding his weight over you on the sides of your body as he let you explore him as he had explored you before and with a slow calm unfitting for the desperation in your belly, you kissed down his neck and chest and you seeped down his bed sheets until you were face to face with his arousal and the heat burnt your skin as you ran your tongue down his silk skin making a throaty groan come out of Harry who was trembling by then, still supporting his weight on his hands. 

He couldn’t take it anymore, the way you smelled, the way you sounded, the way you looked, the way you touched him because it had never felt like this, so intense, so wanted, so desperate and because it was you and he had never been more certain of anything in his entire life so the same moment you sucked his sex in your mouth, as if you were trying to drink all of him, he pulled out with a plop sound and grabbed you by your elbows pushing you against the bed. For a second you were afraid- you had done something wrong and he hadn’t liked it- but it was the suddennes and the desperation in which his mouth ravished yours as he pushed himself inside you that cleared that slight concern away. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked baby.” 

He moaned out loud even though he had barely got the tip in and he waited, for you to say something, for you to stop him, for you to make any signal of pain and he would immediately stop, but instead you placed your hands on his butt and pushed him inside you.

“I’m not wearing a condom.” He whispered. “But you were driving me crazy… That mouth of yours.” 

“I’m on the pill, H. Get inside, please.” You cupped your face and kissed him as he groaned. 

“Just tell me if it hurts yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

But you wanted it to sting, you wanted him to thrust into you so rough it made your head spinned for a while and you could tell how hard he was trying to control himself, to go slow because of you but you wanted it to burn your swollen lips and so pressing your hands against his bum, you thrusted your hips forward until you felt him on your stomach and he could barely breathe. 

He looked into your eyes and the moment he saw your pupils and how big they were dilated he understood without you having to say and thrusted his hips aggresively against yours so you shut your eyes and frowned as you moaned out loud, arching your back and he wanted to see that again so he pulled all the way out and all the way in again in one swift movement. Your sex grew thicker and thicker the more he thrusted his hips into you and he kept groaning- he wouldn’t last for long, he would embarrassingly come in no time- because you kept moaning and digging your nails on his back and he was fucking you harder than he had never fucked anyone before and it felt so good and so raw and pure, as if he had finally reached that place he had forever been walking towards. 

He fell on top of you, sweating, exhausted, and you wrapped your arms around him and massaged his scalp as he pressed lazy kisses on your neck. You didn’t say a word for as long as you kept trying to calm down your erratic breathings and even though it had only been a few minutes since he had been inside you, you already felt it sore and you weren’t sure if you could even move but your worries stopped the moment he looked into your eyes, with the biggest relieved grin you had ever seen on him and his hair was a mess and his eyes were dreamy and glossy and his lips red and swollen. He chuckled and pecked your lips once right before he stood up from the bed and walked inside the bathroom. You heard the shower running. 

“Are you coming?” He grinned from the bathroom door and you gave him a look as if saying not moving. He laughed. “Okay, would you please shower with me?” 

You smiled. 

“I would but I can’t feel my legs.”