Tangled Hearts | Chapter 15*
Summary: Y/N is stuck in London for another week and Harry simply can't wait for her to come back home. Hidden in the anonymity of the big city they have a lovely time. And who knows, maybe he'll even pop the question?
Pairing: bfd!harry x reader
Word count: 8.2K
Warnings: Age gap, BFD, smut, fluff, oral both m and f receiving, protected sex, cute stuff.
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There are going to be links to visuals whenever I consider them necessary. If y'all want more visuals then pls let me know! A/N: FINALLY he asks her to be his!! AND HOW!! God they are so cute and so in love.
Y/N finds herself alone in a hotel room once again. After her lovely getaway with Harry during the weekend, she had to head out of town for work. Once in London, the two of them keep in contact through calls and text messages.
Moving back home to Manchester didn't mean she'd never work in London again, a lot of her clients are based in the big city. But she decided to move back home anyway, too homesick to stay.
The first night in a new place was always the hardest. It took her some time before she could fall asleep. Whenever she goes back to London, she always books the same hotel. Yet it still doesn't feel like home. It feels like the rooms were too big and the beds were too empty.
As much as Y/N enjoys travelling, she can't wait to go back to her apartment. She misses the comfort of her own bed and the little things she'd do for fun. As well as being around Harry.
Harry had been keeping himself busy, going to his meetings and doing the errands he had to do. But he too hated the fact that she wasn't just a ten-minute walk away. He misses her, her laugh, her smile, the way her eyes would light up whenever he would walk in the room when she'd be with Olivia. The stolen glances she would give him whenever she thought no one was looking.
It is now Tuesday evening, Harry is wrapping up work at the office and Y/N has just finished a long photoshoot. She had been sitting on her bed, scrolling through her social media when her phone rings. She smiles as soon as she sees his name pop up on the screen, accepting the call.
“Hi.” She says.
“Hi, love.” Harry greets her. “How are you?”
“I'm fine. It's been a long day. How about you?”
“Same old, same old. But I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
“What are you up to right now?”
“Well, I just got back from work, I'm sitting on my bed, scrolling through Instagram.”
“Are you stalking me again?” Harry asks with a hint of tease in his tone.
“No!” Y/N says, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I was just passing by.”
Harry laughs at her response, finding it adorable. “Alright. If you say so.”
Y/N shakes her head at his answer, smiling. “Anyways, what are you up to?”
“I'm at the office.” Harry sighs. “I'm waiting for one last important call before I can head home.”
“Then why are you calling me?”
“Just wanted to hear your voice. I can multitask.”
“You're so cheesy.”
“But you like it.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Harry smiles at her response. “When are you coming home?”
“Late Friday night.”
“I can't wait.”
“I can't wait either. This has been a long week.”
“It's Tuesday.” Harry chuckles, although he agrees with her.
“Your point being?” Y/N asks with a raised eyebrow, even though she knows he can't see her.
“Nothing.” He laughs.
“That's what I thought.” Y/N smiles.
The two of them keep talking, Y/N telling him stories from the shoot she was on and how she is excited for the next one. Harry shares a funny story from the office. Time seems to go by faster and before they know it, his office phones start to ring.
“I guess we should get that.” Harry sighs, not wanting to end the conversation.
“Yeah, we probably should.” Y/N agrees, not wanting the call to end.
“Call me tonight?”
“Of course.”
“Alright, talk to you later.”
“Bye, Harry.”
“Bye, love.”
They end the call and Y/N lies on her back, staring at the ceiling. She sighs, closes her eyes, and starts thinking about the past couple of days. The time they shared in Blackpool was magical. Being around Harry is always an experience, she loves how comfortable and safe she feels when she's with him.
Then she thinks about his colleague who saw them together, the way his hand was lingering on her back. The look on his face was enough to make her understand the situation. The feeling of dread washes over her. She is sure it's nothing to worry about but still, her mind keeps wandering.
She loved the sound of being called Harry's girlfriend. The thought of actually being his girlfriend, being able to call him her boyfriend is making her heart flutter. It feels too good to be true.
After a couple of minutes, Y/N gets up, shaking off her thoughts and heading for the shower. She gets undressed and enters the shower, letting the hot water run down her body. She stays under the warm water, enjoying the steamy shower, thinking of nothing in particular.
When she is done, she wraps herself up in her robe and heads back into the room. She dries her hair, applies a small amount of makeup, and puts on a pair of pyjamas. She gets comfortable in bed, under the covers, and picks up her phone. She calls Harry sometime during the evening before both of them decide to call it a night. ***
After a lot of work on Wednesday, it is now lunch break on Thursday. Harry is walking to a nearby cafe, trying to figure out what he would get. When he arrives, he notices the cafe is quite crowded. He orders a coffee and a sandwich, then walks outside to a nice sunny spot.
He pulls out his phone and checks his emails while he waits for his order. When his name is called, he gets up and takes his food. He finds an empty table, sits down, and takes his phone back out.
He checks the weather and traffic, making a mental note to leave a bit early to avoid the heavy traffic. Then, he unlocks his phone, opens his messages, and reads the last few texts from Y/N. He smiles at the messages, rereading them a couple of times.
He realises how badly he's missing her. He wishes she were there with him, even though they have been texting each other, it's not the same. His fingers navigate to his browser, opening a new tab and navigating to a flight ticket website.
Harry is scrolling through the flights, looking for an available flight for this very evening. The prices are quite high but he doesn't care. He just wants to see her. He clicks on the ticket, typing in his details. The only flight available is a direct flight, departing in a couple of hours. He makes the purchase, and then texts Y/N.
Y/N is still working, she is now sitting at a small cafe, waiting for a client. It is the perfect spot, not too far from where she sleeps and works. Her phone buzzes and she reads Harry's message.
Harry I'm coming to London tonight.
She frowns at the message. Why would he be coming? Is there something wrong? Is he hurt? Her heart rate increases as her mind starts imagining the worst-case scenarios.
Y/N What?
Harry I just can't wait to see you, I took tomorrow off work.
Her heart skips a beat as she reads the message. Her fingers quickly type out a reply.
Y/N You didn't have to do that.
Harry But I want to. I have a question though.
Y/N Yes?
Harry Do I book a room for myself or can I stay with you?
Y/N Hmmm, let me think...
Harry That's not an answer.
Y/N Yes, you can stay with me, silly.
Harry Great. Can't wait to see you.
A couple of minutes pass before she gets another text from him.
Harry I already missed my meeting.
Y/N smiles at her phone, shaking her head. She replies and the text conversation ends. The rest of the afternoon flew by, her client arrived shortly after and they went through the plans for the next day. After a successful meeting, Y/N was happy with the result.
Once she was done, she headed back to her room. She had a quick shower and then got dressed, deciding to dress up. She wants to look nice for Harry. She chooses a flowy skirt, a loose top, and some heels.
It is now evening, and Y/N is sitting on the bed, reading a book. Harry could arrive any moment, and she's excited to see him. Her heart rate has increased, and she can't seem to concentrate on the book.
After a couple of minutes, her phone vibrates, alerting her that he has landed. She quickly closes the book and gets up. She looks herself over in the mirror, making sure her hair and makeup look good. She checks the time on her watch, Harry is still an hour’s drive away. She takes her phone, a bottle of water, and some snacks, heading down to the lobby.
She waits patiently, watching the people go by, looking for his familiar face. She is lost in her thoughts when her phone vibrates in her pocket. She checks the text and replies to it.
Harry Hey, almost there.
Y/N Hi, I'm downstairs.
Harry Great.
Y/N smiles at her phone as her stomach fills with butterflies. It has been a while since she felt this way. Harry soon arrives and walks towards the building. He walks in and stops, scanning the room for her.
She catches a glimpse of him, her heart skipping a beat. She looks at him, admiring his handsome face, his eyes sparkling with joy and his mouth slightly curved into a smile. Their eyes meet and he walks up to her and wraps her in a warm embrace.
“Hi.” He says softly.
“Hi.” She replies, her voice muffled against his chest.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“So, are we going upstairs?”
“Yes, let's go.”
She leads the way, and they get in the elevator. The doors close and Harry looks at her, giving her a sweet kiss on her lips. She smiles against his lips and wraps her arms around his neck. He kisses her passionately, pushing her up against the wall, his hands finding their way under her shirt. He slides his hands down her back, squeezing her bum. Y/N's breath hitches, her skin tingling at his touch.
The doors open and they pull apart. They walk down the hall to her room, Y/N trying her best to keep her composure. Once they reach her room, she takes her keys out and opens the door. They enter and Harry closes the door behind them.
They both kick their shoes off, and Harry wraps her in his arms, his lips finding hers again. She melts against his chest, his hands roaming her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. They make their way further into the bedroom, falling on the bed in a fit of giggles.
“Are you tired?” Harry asks, rolling her on top of him.
“Not at all.” Y/N smiles. “Did you want to go somewhere?”
“Yes. I thought maybe we could go out and eat. I haven't had dinner yet.”
“No crazy schemes this time around.” Y/N says, referring to when they used the remote-controlled toy in Blackpool.
“Promise.” Harry says with a grin, giving her a peck on her lips.
“Alright, let's go then.”
Harry grabs her hand and pulls her up, the two of them getting ready to go out. ***
After dinner, the two of them take a stroll around the city, enjoying the calm and quiet evening. Y/N is leaning against Harry's side, his arm draped around her shoulder. Being away from Manchester allows them to be more affectionate without having to worry about someone seeing them.
They stop at a corner, standing under the glow of the streetlights. Y/N tilts her head, smiling at Harry. Harry's gaze travels across her face, his eyes filled with love. Y/N can feel her cheeks starting to burn and her heart hammering in her chest.
“I can't believe you came all the way here just to see me.” Y/N says, breaking the silence.
“I couldn't wait another day.” Harry says, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I just missed you.”
“I miss you too.”
Y/N bites her lip, trying to stop her smile from spreading. Her heart is full and she doesn't know how to express how happy she is.
“Come on, let's go back.” Harry says, his arm snaking around her waist.
The two of them make their way back to the hotel. They ride the elevator up to her floor, her body pressed against his, his arms wrapped around her. Once they get back, Y/N locks the door, kicks off her shoes, and sits on the edge of the bed. Harry stands before her, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
Y/N wraps her arms around his torso and presses her cheek against his stomach. She breathes him in, her eyes fluttering closed. Harry runs his hand through her hair, his other arm wrapping around her shoulders. He closes his eyes, relishing the warmth and comfort of her embrace.
Y/N looks up, her eyes meeting his. She smiles, her hands trailing down his back, settling on his hips. Harry smiles, his hand cupping her face. Y/N leans into his touch, her eyes never leaving his.
Harry leans down and kisses her, his lips moving against hers slowly. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss becomes more heated, his tongue brushing against hers, his hands exploring her body.
Y/N pulls away, her eyes half-lidded, her breathing heavy. Harry looks at her, his eyes dark and full of lust. Y/N bites her lip before a jawn escapes her lips.
“We should go to bed, you're tired.” Harry says.
“No.” Y/N says, shaking her head.
“Come on.”
“No. I want you.”
“You've been working all day, I'm not going to take advantage of you.”
“What if I want you to?”
“Not happening.”
Y/N gives him a nod, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into his touch. Harry guides her back onto the bed, kissing her tenderly. He assists her with her pyjamas and helps her get under the covers. Y/N watches as he walks to the bathroom, her heart fluttering at the sight.
He returns, now only wearing his boxers. He gets in bed next to her and lays down. Y/N turns to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“I really like you.” She whispers.
“I really like you too.” Harry replies, his lips curling into a smile. Both of them can't keep the grins off their faces.
“Goodnight, Harry.”
“Goodnight, love.” ***
The next morning Y/N alarm goes off at 7. She groans, burying her face in the pillow. Harry stirs, his hand reaching out for her. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck.
“Good morning.” He mumbles, his voice hoarse from sleep.
“Morning.” She replies, snuggling closer to him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, just tired.”
“I can tell.” He says. “Your alarm clock is very annoying.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
“It's alright. It woke me up too.”
“I have to get ready for work.”
“Do you have to?”
“Yes.”
“Can't you stay here with me?”
“No.”
“Come on.”
Harry rolls her over, her back now facing him. He trails soft kisses along her neck and shoulder, his hands resting on her hips.
“I have to get ready.” Y/N sighs.
“Stay.” Harry whispers.
“I have to work.”
“Stay, please?”
“You're impossible.”
“Yes, but you like it.”
Y/N can't help but chuckle. “That's true.”
“So, are you staying?”
“No, I really can't. Today will be packed with photoshoots, I have to get going.”
“Alright, but can I take you out for dinner tonight?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Can't wait.”
“I still don't get why you came here if all I'm going to do is work.” Y/N says as she gets dressed, looking at the gorgeous man lying in her bed. Is this what a regular morning looks like with him?
“Because I wanted to see you. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, to be honest. Besides, you can't expect me to wait for the weekend to come around. We'll be lucky if we'd even have some alone time.”
“That's true.” Y/N smiles. “I'm really glad you're here.” She adds as she puts her shoes on, and sits on the edge of the bed, her eyes locked on Harry's. He pulls her closer, kissing her softly.
“I'm glad too.” He says, smiling against her lips.
“See you later.” Y/N says, her voice a whisper.
“Yeah, see you later.”
She leaves the room and heads to the elevator, her mind already focused on her tasks for the day. She grabs breakfast to go at Pret A Manger and is now walking to the venue where the photoshoots will take place.
After a long and tiring day of work, Y/N is exhausted. She worked on the photoshoots, then attended a business lunch, and she had two more meetings in the afternoon. The thought of her bed and a hot shower are the only things on her mind and Harry of course.
Harry had the entire day to himself, and he took the opportunity to explore the city. He took a couple of pictures, went to a museum, and got lunch at a restaurant near the river. It is now late afternoon, and he comes up with a plan to surprise Y/N. He is walking down the streets of London, looking for a florist.
After some time, he finds a florist and enters. He tells the clerk what he is looking for, and they point him in the right direction. He walks to the back of the shop and starts browsing the selection. He is looking for something elegant and simple, so he settles on a bunch of red roses.
He takes the roses and makes his way to the cashier. He pays and heads out the door before he picks up some other necessities. He checks his watch and sees that Y/N is almost done with her last meeting, so he has to hurry. He walks quickly, weaving in and out of the crowd. When he finally reaches the hotel, he stops and catches his breath.
Once in the room, he sets the roses on the desk and the rest of the things on the bed. He strips down to his boxers and takes a quick shower. After drying himself, he puts on some boxer briefs, black pants, a black button-up, and a black suit jacket. He then sprays some cologne on himself and runs his fingers through his hair.
He quickly takes the roses and pulls out all the petals to scatter them across the bed. He places the remaining stem in the trash and sets up the faux candles on the nightstands and floor, turning them on and adjusting the lighting.
He walks to the bed and adjusts the covers. He then pulls out the box of chocolates and places it on the nightstand. He smiles at his work, pleased with the outcome. His phone vibrates in his pocket and he takes it out, seeing that Y/N has just finished work. He texts her and tells her to come up, and that he has a surprise for her.
Y/N is confused as to what this could be about. She hasn't done anything special to deserve a surprise, and she has nothing to celebrate. As she gets closer to the room, she can't help but wonder what this could be about. She reaches the room, and her heart skips a beat, her mind now filled with thoughts of her and Harry.
She takes a deep breath and opens the door. The lights are off, and the room is bathed in a soft orange glow. She steps inside and closes the door behind her. She sees the rose petals on the bed, the faux candles, and the chocolate. She takes a step forward, her eyes scanning the room. She hears the sound of footsteps behind her, and she turns around, coming face-to-face with Harry.
“What is this?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“This is your surprise.” Harry replies, a smile on his lips.
“It's lovely.” Y/N says, her eyes sparkling with delight.
“I'm glad you like it.”
Y/N looks around, her heart pounding in her chest. “You look hot.”
“Thank you.” Harry chuckles.
“Too bad this suit is going to come off in a few seconds.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh yeah.” Y/N nods, a sly smile on her face.
“Well then, by all means, get to it.” Harry says, his eyes roaming over her body. Y/N takes a step towards him. Her hands move to the lapels of his suit jacket and push it off his shoulders. It falls to the floor with a soft thud. She then moves her hands to the buttons of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning them. Her fingers move down his chest and abdomen, the feeling of his skin sending shivers down her spine. He watches her intently, his breath hitching as her fingers ghost over his abs.
Y/N finishes unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. She admires his physique, her eyes travelling over his toned chest and muscular arms. Her hands move to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. She pushes them down his legs, leaving him standing in only his boxers. She bites her lip, her eyes taking in the sight before her.
Harry's hand moves to her waist, pulling her closer. His lips capture hers in a hungry kiss, his tongue teasing her bottom lip. She parts her lips, allowing him entrance, and their tongues battle for dominance. Her hands move to his boxers, pushing them down his hips. He kicks them off and lifts her, carrying her to the bed.
He lays her down and crawls on top of her, his lips moving to her neck. He trails kisses along her jaw and down her neck, his hands moving to the buttons of her blouse. He deftly undoes them, revealing her lacy bra underneath. He moves his lips to her chest, his tongue flicking over her nipples, causing her to moan.
Y/N arches her back, her hands moving to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. Harry kisses down her stomach, his tongue tracing the outline of her hip bone. His hands move to the button of her jeans, undoing it and pushing them down her legs. He kisses his way back up her body, his lips finding hers again.
He reaches around her back and unclasps her bra, tossing it to the side. He trails kisses down her neck and chest, his hands caressing her breasts. Y/N's body reacts to his touch, her nipples hardening under his fingers. He continues kissing down her stomach, his tongue teasing her navel.
His hand moves between her legs, his fingers stroking her through her panties. She moans, her hips bucking against his hand. He kisses her inner thigh, his teeth grazing her skin. He moves her panties to the side, his tongue darting out to lick her slit. Her hands move to his head, pulling him closer.
“God, Harry.” She gasps.
“You like that?” He asks, his voice low and husky.
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you. I want your mouth on me. I want you to make me come.”
Harry smirks, his tongue swirling around her clit. He pushes a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit. He adds another finger, pumping them in and out of her, his mouth sucking and nibbling on her clit. Y/N moans, her hips moving against his hand.
“Fuck, Harry. Don't stop.”
“Never.”
His mouth and fingers continue working their magic, bringing her closer to the edge. Her hands grip the sheets, her breathing ragged.
“Come for me, love.”
Y/N lets out a scream as her orgasm crashes through her, her body shaking. Harry slows his movements, bringing her down from her high. He pulls away, licking his fingers clean, his eyes locked on hers.
“You're so fucking beautiful when you come.” He says, his voice thick with desire.
Y/N's cheeks flush, and she bites her lip. “Now, it's your turn.”
She pushes him onto his back and climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. She leans down and captures his lips in a searing kiss, her hands moving to his boxers. She tugs them down, releasing his erection.
“You're so hard.” She whispers, her hand wrapping around his cock. She strokes him slowly, her thumb swiping over the tip. Harry groans, his hands moving to her hips.
“I need to be inside you.” He growls, his eyes dark with lust. Y/N gets up and takes her panties off, tossing them aside. She quickly goes to his bag, pulling out a condom. She returns to him and straddles his hips again, rolling the condom down his shaft. She positions herself over him and slowly lowers herself onto his cock, both of them moaning in pleasure.
“You feel so good.” He groans, his hands gripping her hips. Y/N begins to move, riding him slowly, her hands resting on his chest. Harry watches her, his eyes full of lust and desire. He thrusts his hips, meeting her movements, his cock sliding in and out of her.
Y/N speeds up her movements, her nails digging into his skin. “Fuck, Harry.” She moans, her head thrown back in pleasure.
“So tight, so wet.” He growls, his fingers digging into her hips. He moves one hand between them, his thumb rubbing her clit. Y/N cries out, her body trembling as her orgasm starts to build.
“Come all over my cock, love.” He encourages her as he reaches up to wrap his hand around her throat, lightly squeezing it.
“Oh, fuck. Harry.” She cries, her body convulsing as she reaches her climax. Harry keeps rubbing her clit, prolonging her orgasm. He groans as her walls clench around his cock, her juices coating his shaft. He thrusts harder, chasing his own release.
“I'm gonna come.” He moans and his second hand finds her neck as well.
“Do it. Come for me.” Y/N moans, her hands moving to his wrists, her nails digging into his skin.
“Fuck!” Harry cries out as his orgasm hits him, his cock pulsing inside her. His grip on her neck tightens as he fills the condom. He slowly releases her neck, his hands moving to her back to pull her close.
His lips kiss all over her neck, soothing the red marks that will appear later. Y/N is breathing heavily, her heart racing. Harry rolls them over and pulls out, getting rid of the condom. He lies next to her and wraps his arms around her, holding her close.
“That was amazing.” He whispers.
“Yes, it was.” She agrees, snuggling into his chest.
“I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life.” He chuckles.
“Me neither.” Y/N laughs, looking up at him.
“I hope I wasn't too rough.”
“No, you were perfect. I liked it.”
“Good girl.” He says kissing her face. “Now we need to get up, we're pretty late for our dinner reservations.”
“Shit, really?”
“Yes.” He laughs and gets up, walking to the bathroom. Y/N follows him, and they both take a quick shower. Before they get dressed and leave the room to head to the restaurant, which is conveniently located near the hotel.
After dinner they head back up to their room and sleep the night away, all tangled up in each other. ***
The next morning, both of them wake up by the rays of the morning sun. They look at each other's eyes, as if they're still trying to understand whether they were just dreaming. But the fact that they're naked in bed, their arms and legs tangled and their bodies still wet from sweat, is enough proof that their feelings for each other are mutual.
“Good morning, baby.” Harry whispers as he places a kiss on the tip of her nose. She smiles sweetly at him and wraps her arms around his neck, bringing his face closer to hers so she can kiss his lips.
“Good morning.” She murmurs as they part, their noses brushing against each other's and their breaths mingling. She's lying on her back, her right arm draped around his neck as he hovers above her, his left elbow planted on the mattress and supporting his weight.
“Sleep well?” He asks her, and she nods, a smile still on her face. Harry grins at her and starts showering her with kisses. Her neck, her chin, her cheeks and her nose, before finally settling his lips on her mouth. He nibbles on her bottom lip and slips his tongue inside, caressing her own and making her moan into the kiss. He smirks against her lips, loving the fact that she's already this responsive, even when he just woke her up.
He pulls away from her mouth and begins planting open-mouthed kisses down her neck, licking the skin and nipping it lightly. He stops for a while to suck on the juncture between her neck and her shoulder, earning a low groan from her. He smirks again and continues moving his mouth down.
“Let's shower together and get the day started, shall we?” He tells her in a husky voice, and she nods eagerly, wanting to feel more of him. He stands up from the bed and scoops her up bridal style, his hands gripping the back of her thighs as her legs wrap around his waist. She giggles and plants a kiss on his jaw as he carries her to the bathroom.
Once there, he sets her down gently and turns the shower on, the water falling in steady drops on the tiled floor of the bathroom. She pulls him closer to her, pressing her body to his, and she kisses his lips passionately. His hands wander around her body, and she shudders when she feels the water's temperature against her skin. He cups her breast and squeezes it, rubbing his thumb on her nipple, and he groans when he feels her hand on his dick.
“Fuck.” He curses, as she begins stroking his shaft up and down, the movements fast and frantic. She licks his lips and sucks on his tongue, as her hand moves up and down on his erection
He groans against her mouth, the sensations that she's giving him are too much to take. He can't help but buck his hips up, wanting her to move faster. He can feel himself getting harder, and he knows he won't be able to hold himself any longer.
As Y/N falls down to her knees, Harry steps under the stream of water, blocking the water from falling on her face. Her hair is already soaking wet, the tips clinging to her neck, her cheeks and her chest.
He looks down at her as she licks her lips, preparing herself for him. He closes his eyes and bites his lip when he feels her tongue run along the underside of his cock. Her hands come up to wrap around the base, squeezing slightly, and he bucks his hips up involuntarily.
She runs her tongue over the slit, tasting his precum, and she moans, the vibrations sending shock waves up his spine. She takes him into her mouth, and she hears him let out a deep groan. She hollows her cheeks and sucks him off, her tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his dick.
“God, you're so fucking hot, baby.” Harry grunts, his eyes glued on her every move. She looks up at him through her lashes, her eyes half-lidded with lust. Her head bobs up and down, his dick hitting the back of her throat. He grips her hair tightly, and his hips jerk forward, forcing himself deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck!” He cries out, the pleasure almost too much to handle. She continues bobbing her head up and down his length, her tongue swirling around his tip, tasting him. His thrusts become erratic, his breathing coming out in harsh pants. She knows he's close.
“Oh God! Fuck, I'm gonna come!” He cries out, his grip on her hair tightening, holding her in place. She looks up at him, and she swallows his load, sucking his dick until he's spent.
“You're so amazing.” He tells her breathlessly. She gives him a sultry smirk and wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb. He pulls her up to her feet and kisses her lips hungrily, tasting himself on her.
“Now let me take care of you.” He murmurs, and he pushes her back against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head. A cold shiver runs through her body, the cold tiles contrasting against her hot skin. She feels his mouth on her neck, sucking and nipping the skin. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down her body, and she squirms when his lips find their way to her inner thighs.
“Please.” She begs, her voice thick with desire. She doesn't know what he's doing, but whatever it is, it's making her incredibly needy and wet.
“What do you want, baby?” He asks, his warm breath fanning against her skin.
“I want your tongue, please.” She pleads, her voice desperate. She feels his lips curve up into a smirk, and without wasting any more time, he dives in. He runs his tongue over her slit, tasting her, and he groans at her sweet, intoxicating flavour.
“Oh God!” She whimpers, the sensation overwhelming. He's never eaten her out like this before, the view of him kneeling in front of her, his face buried in between her legs, is driving her insane.
“You taste so fucking good.” He growls, before sucking her clit into his mouth.
“Mhm, Harry!” She moans, her hips jerking against his mouth. He grips her hips and pins her to the wall, holding her in place.
“Don't move, baby. Just let me take care of you.” He murmurs and returns his tongue to her pussy. He slides his tongue in and out of her, fucking her with it, and he relishes in her taste. He releases one hand from her hips and brings his fingers up to her clit, rubbing the swollen nub in circular motions.
“Fuck! Oh, yes!” She moans, her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut. The feeling of his tongue and his fingers is making her lose her mind. She feels the coil in her stomach tighten, and she knows she's about to reach her climax.
“H-Harry...I'm gonna come!” She whimpers, the pleasure becoming too much to handle.
“C'mon, baby. Come for me.” He says, his voice hoarse. He keeps licking and rubbing her, and with one final flick of his tongue, she reaches her orgasm.
“Oh my God!” She screams, her voice echoing off the walls. Her legs shake and her whole body trembles. He laps up her juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. He gives her clit a final kiss before standing up, his lips glistening from her arousal.
He grabs her waist and pulls her closer, their bodies pressed flush together.
“You taste so damn delicious, I don't think I'll ever get enough of you.” He murmurs, a devilish grin spreading across his face. She can't help but smile at him, and she leans in, kissing him softly. She can taste herself on his lips, and she moans.
“Fuck, Harry, that was amazing.” She breathes out.
“I'm glad you liked it, baby.” He says, chuckling.
“I loved it.” She giggles, and she presses her lips against his again, her tongue licking his lower lip.
“Are you hungry? We should eat.” Harry says, his voice muffled against her mouth.
“Yes, I'm starving.” She tells him, her hands sliding down his chest, her fingers tracing the curves and planes of his muscles. Y/N quickly washes her hair and body, before grabbing the shampoo bottle and lathering his hair.
“Let me.” She tells him, and he grins, leaning into her touch. She rinses his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp.
“There. Now, can you wash my back?” She asks, and he obliges, his big hands running over her back.
They dry themselves and head to the bedroom, their bodies still warm and their skin pink. Harry opens his suitcase and pulls out a black T-shirt and a pair of boxers, and he puts them on before he steps into his jeans. Y/N goes to her bag and pulls out a set of panties and a bra, along with a blue sweater and a pair of jeans.
After putting on her clothes, she goes to the vanity table and picks up her phone, scrolling through her messages. She sees a text from her mom, asking her how she is. She types a reply, saying that she's doing fine and that she'll call her later. She replies to some emails, and she also texts her friends' groupchat, letting them know that she's fine. She doesn't mention anything about Harry.
When she's done, she turns to look at him, who is now sitting on the bed, his arms propped behind him and his back against the headboard.
“We should go grab breakfast.” He tells her, smiling at her.
“Okay. I'll get my shoes and we'll go.” She says, walking towards the door. She puts on her shoes and waits for him, and as soon as he's ready, they head out.
It's nearly lunchtime when they return from breakfast. They ate in the hotel restaurant, where they ordered their meal and drinks. Harry had the pancakes, while Y/N had a salad and a cup of coffee.
“What do you want to do after this?” Harry asks, as he walks beside her.
“Well, there's a whole city to explore. I know my way around, as I like to think of myself as a local, but I'll let you choose. Where would you like to go first?” Y/N tells him, looking up at him.
“Show me your favourite place in London.” Harry says, and she smiles.
“I know just the place.” She says. “Come on, let's go.” She says, taking his hand. They walk hand in hand, and the smile doesn't leave Harry's face.
They spend the rest of the day sightseeing, exploring the city, and eating delicious food. They go to Trafalgar Square, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, and several other places. By the end of the day, they're exhausted, but the excitement and happiness on their faces is evident.
Throughout the entire day, Harry is always holding Y/N's hand, and he kisses her every chance he gets. It's as if they can't get enough of each other. They're like two magnets, drawn together. People might think they're a couple, but they don't mind. After all, they're both happy and enjoying themselves.
Y/N's phone rings as they walk along the sidewalk. She fishes her phone from her pocket and answers the call, and he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
“Olivia, hi!” Y/N beams giving a knowing look at Harry.
“Hey! How are you?” Her best friend asks.
“I'm great. You?”
“I'm okay, thank you.” Olivia tells her. “So, I was wondering. Do you wanna go out tonight? I've got the night off.”
“I'm so sorry, Olivia. I'm actually busy tonight.”
“What? Busy? Doing what?” Olivia asks.
“Um...” Y/N glances at Harry, and he raises an eyebrow at her. “I'm still in London, Harper came over.” She lies.
“Oh.” Olivia says, clearly disappointed. “Well, maybe another time.”
“Yeah, definitely. We'll go out and have some fun, I promise.” Y/N tells her.
“Okay. I'll let you get back to your day. See you.” Olivia ends the call and Y/N lets out a sigh.
“What was that all about?” Harry asks, furrowing his brows.
“Olivia wanted to go out tonight, but I told her I was busy.” She says, turning to look at him with a smirk on her face.
“Busy with what?” He asks, his tone suggestive.
“I believe it's pretty obvious.” She whispers, before closing the gap between their faces and kissing his lips.
After sunset, Harry and Y/N leisurely stroll along the Thames. The night is chilly, but their hands are intertwined and the warmth radiating from their bodies is enough to keep them warm. They stand near the edge of the river, their feet planted on the concrete. They look at each other, their eyes glued to the other's.
“I have a surprise for you, love.” Harry tells her, his voice low. He's nervous and excited at the same time, and she can tell.
“What is it?” She asks, her eyebrows furrowed.
“A dinner.” He replies.
“A dinner? At a restaurant?” She asks.
“Not quite. It's a private dinner.” Harry starts before he points to the big Ferris Wheel in front of them. “On there.” Y/N looks at the wheel and then at Harry, a smile tugging at her lips.
“A dinner on the London Eye?!” She exclaims.
“That's the plan, yes.” Harry says, smiling at her.
“When did you arrange all this?” Y/N asks him.
“A few hours ago. When we were having our tea at that little café, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. That's why you took so long.” She says, shaking her head in disbelief. She can't believe he actually pulled this off on such short notice.
The two of them walk towards the London Eye, their hands still clasped together. They approach the ticket booth, and Harry informs the cashier about the reservations under the name 'Styles'.
“Right this way, sir.” The cashier says, directing them to the Ferris wheel. There is no one else waiting in line, and the wheel is empty, the lights shining brightly in the night sky.
“It's like our own private Ferris wheel.” Harry tells her, and her heart leaps at the words. Their assigned pod has a table for two in the middle, complete with a white tablecloth and candles, and two chairs. There's also a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket.
“You did all this for me?” She asks him, her voice barely above a whisper as Harry pulls out a chair for her.
“Of course, love. Anything for you.” Harry replies, smiling at her. “Do you like it?” He asks.
“Like it? I love it. This is so romantic, Harry. Thank you.” She says, leaning over to give him a quick kiss.
“I'm glad you like it. You deserve all the happiness in the world, Y/N.” He tells her, and she can feel her cheeks heat up.
A waiter shows up at their table and pours champagne into two flutes, handing one to each of them.
“We have an array of small appetizers lined up for you to get you started. For the main course, you can choose from carpaccio, lobster salad, lamb or halibut. To finish, we have tiramisu or strawberries with cream.”
“Thank you very much.” Harry replies, and the waiter nods.
“Everything sounds so delicious, I can't choose.” Y/N says, looking at Harry. They decide on their main dishes and the waiter leaves the pod before the two of them take off.
“So, Mr. Styles, what else do you have planned for tonight?” She asks him, raising an eyebrow. Harry nearly chokes on his sip of champagne.
“Well, Miss Y/L/N, I'm afraid you're going to have to wait and see.” He tells her, winking at her.
“Fine. Keep your secrets.” She tells him, smirking.
The next few minutes are spent with Harry and Y/N telling stories about themselves and laughing at the silly things they've done. They eat their appetizers, which consist of various cheeses, meats and vegetables, and drink champagne.
When their pod reaches the starting point, the waiter comes back and serves their main courses.
“You know, this is probably the best date I've ever been on.” Y/N tells him, cutting a piece of her lobster.
“I'm glad, because I think this is the best date I've ever been on. Ever.” Harry says.
“How can that be true? Surely you've been on many more extravagant dates.” She tells him.
“Sure, I have, but I've never enjoyed a date as much as I'm enjoying this one.” Harry tells her, looking at her intently. She can feel her heart hammering in her chest.
“Oh.” Is all she can manage to say.
“You're special, Y/N.” He murmurs, taking her hand. “I've never felt this way about anyone before.” He says. She blushes and smiles shyly, looking down at her lap.
“You're making me blush, Harry.” She mumbles, trying to hide her smile.
“Good.” He tells her. They eat their meals and drink more champagne, and once they're finished, they're about to reach the starting point once again. The waiter walks in and cleans their table.
“Now, for dessert.” He says.
“Oh, can we have both?” Harry asks.
“Of course.” He tells them, before leaving the pod. The waiter returns with the two dishes and places them in front of them.
“This looks so good.” Y/N says, before grabbing her spoon. Harry does the same, and they both start eating.
“Mhm!” She moans as she takes another bite and Harry can't help but chuckle.
“Good, right?” He asks.
“So good!” She replies, smiling. She scoops up some with her spoon and feeds it to Harry, and he groans.
“You're right. This is delicious.” He says, and she grins.
“Told you.” She tells him. They finish their desserts, right on time when they reach the top. They look out the window, admiring the view.
“It's so beautiful.” She breathes out, and he nods in agreement. They stay silent, their gazes fixed on the night sky. Harry stands behind her and wraps his arms around her. She leans into him, her head resting against his chest.
“Thank you, Harry.” She says.
“For what?” He asks, looking down at her.
“For giving me the best day of my life.” She says, turning her head and kissing him.
“You're welcome, love. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.” He murmurs, kissing her cheek. They continue gazing at the stars, the view breathtaking.
“There's one last thing I have planned.” He tells her, and she turns her head to look at him.
“Another surprise?” She asks.
“Sort of.” Harry chuckles nervously, and her curiosity piques.
“Tell me.” She tells him, giving him a playful nudge.
“You know I like you a lot, right?” He starts, his voice shaky.
“Yeah, I kind of picked up on that.” She teases, smiling.
“I just- I can't stop thinking about you, and I can't imagine being with anyone else.” He continues.
“Me neither.” She whispers, looking up at him. His eyes are filled with love and sincerity, and her heart skips a beat.
“I'm going to say something, and you have every right to say no, but I have to ask. I just- I have to ask.” He stutters.
“What is it, Harry?” She asks.
“Will you...Be my girlfriend?” He asks, and his eyes lock with hers. He watches as her expression changes, a bright smile spreading across her face.
“Really?” She breathes out.
“I can't get you out of my head. I can't imagine being with anyone else. We'll make it work, I promise.” He tells her, his fingers gently brushing her cheek.
“Harry...” She whispers.
“You don't have to say yes, I'm just- I just had to ask.” He says, smiling shyly.
“Yes.” She says, her smile growing even bigger.
“Yes?” He asks.
“Yes!” She repeats, giggling.
“Really?” He asks, a hopeful expression on his face.
“Yes! Oh my god, of course!” She says, standing up and throwing her arms around him. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, their lips meeting in a heated kiss, their tongues dancing together, and when they pull apart, they're breathless.
“Jesus Christ, I was so nervous!” He chuckles, his voice shaking.
“You were worried I would say no?” She asks.
“Yeah, well, the whole situation is quite complicated, isn't it?” He says, sighing.
“We'll figure it out.” She says, stroking his cheek.
“I'm so happy, Y/N.” He says, his eyes shining.
“Me too.” She replies, leaning in and giving him a sweet kiss.
They stay wrapped in each other's embrace, their hearts racing, their breathing ragged, and the city lights twinkling in the background. As their pod slowly travels downwards, they look at each other, and a sense of happiness and contentment washes over them. They're finally together.
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