housemates (part six)
in which y/n needs a roommate and her brother has someone in mind
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part six
Two weeks later, Harry’s face is still bruised. And that infuriated (Y/N) to a degree that she never thought possible.
He’s acting like it’s no big deal. He still goes to work and doesn’t bother trying to hide it. He says it makes him look “tough” and she just can’t get behind that. (Y/N) refuses to talk to Felix. It’s not like he’s tried to reach out either, but if he did, she really doesn’t have anything to say to him right now.
Laura did send her a message asking if Harry was alright the night of, but she just didn’t have it in her to respond, so she didn’t. And there’s been no word from either of them since. She doesn’t mind it right now, she wants to spend her time with Harry anyway.
He would go to the bar with a bruised face, but he all out refused to take (Y/N) on their date until it had faded completely. She rolled her eyes at him but understood anyway. They would get their chance eventually.
(Y/N) was studying when Harry got home from the bar. He leaves early most nights because he just can’t stand to be away from her that long. He didn’t explicitly say that, but she knows that’s the reason because as soon as he walks in the door, he’s right in her arms, complaining about rowdy customers and being tired.
Like she predicted, as soon as he came in the door, he was carefully moving her notes aside so he could sit down beside her on the couch and shove his face in her neck. Her headphones were on, so she didn’t ask him what was doing, she just let him rest there, and went back to her laptop.
Eventually (three seconds later), he was tugging on the ends of her hair to get her attention. She pulled her headphones off and met his eyes.
“Yes?”
“Hi.”
She couldn’t help smiling at him. He warms her heart in a way that she never thought anyone would ever be able to do. He makes her feel things she never thought she’d ever experience. And that’s why she knows that whatever this is, it’s genuine.
“Hi. Need something?”
“Mhm.”
“What?”
“Attention.”
That made her roll her eyes before she put her laptop aside and let him wrap his arms around her shoulders to pull her into his chest. (Y/N) really can’t explain it, but she doesn’t know how she survives anywhere else but here, in his arms.
In the last two weeks, they’ve grown closer than ever. And it’s not just because Harry is an insatiable little thing, but because all of their feelings are out there now. She told him she liked him. Though he still asks at least three times a day if she meant it when she said it and each time, she gives him a look. Because if he can’t tell by now that she’s head over heels for him, then he must not be paying much attention. But she can definitely tell he’s into her and he’s just so sweet about it. Always doing nice things, saying nice things. Overall, (Y/N) doesn’t think she’s ever met anyone quite like him before.
“How’s your nose?”
“Okay. Hurts just a little.”
“Aw. It does?”
“Mhm. Might need a kiss or something to make it better. Don’t know really.” He’d been using that excuse ever since Felix punched him. His nose does look much better than it did, the bruising is almost gone completely, but she’ll let him milk this for as long as he wants. It’s cute.
She lifted her head from his chest to first examine his nose again, like she does every time she sees him. Just to check. She still feels bad for the whole thing and it could have been avoided. But Harry just had to say that they fucked. Even if it was true, it’s none of his business. To keep him from pouting any longer (which he’s already doing because she’s not giving him what he wants immediately), she pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose and then his cheek.
“Better?”
“Much better. Date tomorrow then?”
“Where are we going?”
“Can’t tell.” He looked smug about keeping it a secret. She’s not sure what he could be planning for them to do, but there’s no use in trying to pry the information out of him. He won’t tell her.
“Loser,” She reached to shut her laptop and when she turned back to him, he was just blinking at her in what seemed to be disbelief. “Okay. You’re not a loser. Ready for bed?” That made him smile again.
“Yes, please.”
They went through their nightly routine which very recently became something they did side by side. They’d stand next each other in the bathroom and brush their teeth, he’d watch her apply her skincare, which in turn became something he was interested in doing too. He has his own fleet of serums and creams that he uses every night and sometimes he has to encourage her to do hers when she’s too tired. He’s very convincing when he has to be and while it is annoying at times, she’s grateful for it.
Once they were tucked into bed and the lights were out, save for the purple fairy lights, Harry had taken to running his hand up and down her arm, just something mindless he does to fall asleep, she’d learned after sharing a bed with him for this long.
“Can I ask you something?” He spoke up just as she was going to surrender to sleep. Today had been a long day of trying to force herself to study and she really couldn’t wait to sleep. But if Harry wants to ask her something, she can stay awake just a bit longer to see what it is.
“Mhm.” She turned her head toward him, but kept her eyes shut.
“Have you talked to Felix?”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
She sighed, opening her eyes to see that Harry was watching her closely, probably trying to gauge how she was really feeling about the situation. She already stressed how upset she was with him to Harry several times, mostly when she was holding an ice pack to his nose, but he has to know why she probably wouldn’t want to talk to him at the moment.
“What do I have to say to him? He needs to apologize to you first and then I’ll consider it,” It’s true and he knows it, but he’s just too understanding to try to be angry at Felix for punching him. “You should be mad at him, he punched you!” She shook his shoulder, trying to elicit some sort of reaction out of him, but there was nothing. He just shrugged.
“He didn’t know what to do with the information, that’s all,” They’ve already had this conversation and Harry never has anything negative to say. “You should call him.”
“Harry, sweetheart, get some rest. Seriously.” Right as (Y/N) was going to roll over, he was wrapping an arm around her so she couldn’t go far.
“Don’t let this ruin anything. He’s still your brother.”
“He’s the one that ruined it! You didn’t even do anything.”
“Can you at least see why he might be a little mad?”
“Not really.”
He let her turn over and she heard him sigh. She doesn’t want to be stubborn about it, but Harry is just being far too nice for someone who’s had a bruised nose for two weeks. But she also sees where he’s coming from. A little bit. This is the longest she’s gone without speaking to Felix but she’s never really been this mad at him before. Maybe she’ll give it another week and see if anything happens and if not, she can at least let Laura know that she’s still alive.
“Are you really not going to hold me tonight? What the hell,” He was already wrapping his arm around her and pressing his chest to her back before she could respond or move. “There. Now, get some rest because our date is tomorrow. I hope you like it.”
“Of course, I will. If it’s with you.” She grabbed his hand resting across her stomach and pressed her lips to the back of it.
“Being so sweet to me tonight, aren’t you? You must really like me.”
And (Y/N) could have told him that he was getting too far ahead of himself, but instead, she just hums a yes and falls asleep.
****
“Bowling?” (Y/N) asked right as Harry put the car in park.
She’d been bowling a handful of times, but she wouldn’t exactly say she’s good at it. Sure, she’s gotten a strike a few odd times, on accident, and that’s really it. Though she’s a bit surprised he picked bowling as one of their first dates, she’s not going to be picky. She just wants to spend time with Harry.
“You’re terrible at it, aren’t you?” He laughed, pulling the keys from the ignition, and glancing at her. Even though it was on its way to getting dark, his eyes were still so bright as he looked over at her. And she couldn’t help but think that she might be the reason they were practically gleaming. Does he really like her that much? To look at her with something like that in his eyes? It almost makes her swoon, but instead, she swats at his arm.
“And you’re a pro, I’m sure.” Reaching for the door handle, she rolled her eyes before stepping out of the car and waiting for him to join her. He rushed out, grasping her hand and swinging it back and forth with his while guiding her to the doors.
“I was in a league.”
“No way.”
“I was. In college.”
“Why?”
“Was bored. I don’t know.” He shrugged, pulling the door open for her to step inside first, without letting go of her hand. When they stood in the short line at the counter to get shoes, Harry pulled her in front of him so he could rest his chin on her shoulder.
He paid for everything, not giving her the chance to fight him on it, and before she really knew it, he was handing her a pair of shoes exactly her size and dragging her off to their designated lane.
It was a little crowded, mostly families and friend groups that all varied in size. But they were a lane away from another set of people so it didn’t feel so stuffy.
Harry offered to tie her shoes for her and while she was entirely capable of doing it herself, she let him anyway because he seemed like he really wanted to. Once her shoes were tied into pretty bows, she was standing beside him as he keyed their names into the computer.
“You’re letting me go first? So kind of you.” (Y/N) isn’t very concerned with her performance in the game. Because if Harry was actually in a league, she doesn’t stand a chance. She didn’t think she’d do brilliantly either, but maybe decently. At least.
“I know. Let’s bet on it.” Turning to her with a smirk already plastered on his face, she knew he was thinking of nothing but trouble. But the idea of a bet and getting a little competitive could be interesting.
“What were you thinking?”
“Best of three. If I win, very likely by the way, I get a kiss,” He chuckled when she made a face. “And if I lose, very unlikely by the way, you get a kiss.”
“That’s no fun. I could just kiss you now and then what?” Since she was close enough, she did exactly that. He blinked at her when she pulled away and then smiled shyly.
“Good point,” He cleared his throat and thought for a second. “Head.”
“You’re such a guy. Fine,” Stepping away from him to grab one of the pretty pink bowling balls, she walked onto the wood floor, right in front of their lane. “And if I win…hm. I’ll have to think about it.”
“How come you get to think about it? I don’t even know what I’m playing for!”
“You’re playing to get your dick sucked. Now be quiet so I can concentrate.” She ignored his huffing behind her and tried to focus on the pins at the end of the lane. She wanted to aim for the middle, right? That would increase her chances of getting a strike but she’s bowled before and the ball almost never keeps going in a straight line. There must be a trick to it that Harry probably knows, the showoff, but for now she’ll just try her best.
“Need help?” Harry was right behind her, resting his hand on her hip.
“I think I know how to roll a ball, Harry.” Without waiting another second, she just tossed it. It hit the floor and veered directly off to the left, into the gutter. He whistled, pinching her side.
“Gutterball. That sucks. You know what else is going to suck?” He tried to look sympathetic before leaning down to her ear. “You.”
(Y/N) shoved him away and stomped over to the ball return just as her pink ball was spit out of it. She had another chance to try to knock down pins. She needs some sort of points on the board if she wants a chance at beating him. Having not seen him play yet kind of worries her. He might actually be good and that would be awful. Not because she doesn’t want to suck him off, but because she wants to win. To prove the smug fucker wrong.
Standing in front of the lane again, she tried to line herself up differently, to see if she stood off to the side a little, the ball would curve as it always does, and end up hitting right in the middle, earning her a strike.
“You know, I might be able to play correctly if you’re not standing right behind me.” She shot him a look over her shoulder and he put his hands up immediately.
“Oh, sure. Sure. Take your time.” She waited until he was standing by the computer before taking a deep breath and attempting to focus again. This would be a learning experience for sure. Where to stand, how to throw the ball, all of it. She never paid any attention previously because she’s never been this invested in a game before.
So, she threw the ball down the lane and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting to hear pins falling over. Hopefully. She peeked her eyes open just as the ball was skimming the very far right side of the pins, knocking three over. Progress.
She turned to Harry just as he started a slow clap, making her shove his shoulder as she walked past him to sit in the chair in front of the computer.
“You’re really insufferable, do you know that?”
“You really talk a lot, do you know that?” He picked up his ball and sent her a smirk. “We’ll fix that in a little bit.”
(Y/N) doesn’t think she’s ever seen Harry behave this way and she can’t lie and say it doesn’t excite her just a bit. He’s kind of being a dick. But in a hot way? If that makes sense. If that’s a thing. She doesn’t know but what she does know is that she can’t wait to get her hands on him.
Of course, Harry had the form down perfectly. He tossed the ball down the lane effortlessly with only a flick of his wrist and the pins were just…gone and an x was added to his scorecard. He turned to her with a grin.
“Lucky shot.” She crossed her arms.
“If that makes you feel better. You’re up, baby. Make me proud.”
Another round of her only knocking down five or so pins, while Harry continued to get strikes and spares. She did eventually score a strike on complete accident and while he was still miles ahead of her, it was still an accomplishment.
They took a break in between games to sit down at a table after ordering drinks and a side of cheese fries. Harry won the first game and while he wasn’t bragging about it yet, she knew that he was a little too happy about it.
The second game was quick. (Y/N) wasn’t concerned winning, she wouldn’t be even if she was trying. He returned their shoes and grabbed onto her hand before walking her out to the car. He even opened her door for her and shut it once she was inside.
“Can we get ice cream?” She pouted when he sighed. They do get ice cream way more than they should but (Y/N) has quite the sweet tooth and ice cream is the only way to deal with it.
“Fine. Delaying the inevitable I see.”
“Be quiet and drive.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The drive was quick and once Harry paid again they sat outside on a bench in front of the shop. It was a cool night and she forgot her jacket so she scooted closer to him on the bench and let his arm wrap around her shoulders.
“What kind did you get?” She noticed he got something he didn’t usually, so she asked. They both got cones, so he held his out to her.
“Taste,” She did. “Is this a sneak peak of what you’re going to do to me later?”
“You’re funny.”
He laughed, pressing a wet kiss to her cheek before going back to his ice cream. They sat in silence for a while. Harry seemed to be thinking about something deeply and she didn’t want to necessarily interrupt him, even if her ice cream cone was long gone. It was nice to sit and just be with him. And she liked how they didn’t have to always be talking for their time together to be enjoyable.
She got another chill and just as she was going to nudge him and ask if he was ready, he spoke up.
“Can I tell you something?”
She paused. That almost never ended well and she’s unsure if she really wants to know. But if he has something to say, she’ll listen, no matter what it is.
“Yes.” Her nerves are a little high just because she doesn’t know what to expect. Maybe he changed his mind, she couldn’t be mad at him for it, it happens. At least he’s telling her now. On their first date, but at least he’s being quick about it.
“I don’t want to pressure you at all. So, you don’t have to say anything, just…listen,” He was tense, she could tell and in turn she was too, not knowing what he’s going to say. “I’ve liked you for a long time, you know that though, right?”
“You said since we met, yeah.” (Y/N) doesn’t remember much about the night since Felix was hovering around her the entire time, but she does remember Harry. How sweet he was and how different he was from Felix’s other friends. He asked meaningful questions and actually gave a fuck about the answers. He did tell her this awful joke that she couldn’t even pretend was good but she remembers it all.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” His eyes didn’t leave hers once. “Even when we hadn’t seen each other in years, I still always thought about you. I thought about reaching out but I was afraid you wouldn’t remember me or you’d think I was weird, so I didn’t. Plus, I was with Katie, but I was never happy with her. We only stayed together so long because it was what we were used to, but I knew that it was only a matter of time,”
“I wish I could say it in another way that’s not so intense that it’ll scare you but (Y/N), I can’t leave here without saying it.” His hand gently grabbed hers, intertwining their fingers. Her heart is pounding because she has a really good idea about what he’s going to say. And she doesn’t know what her reaction will be unless she hears him actually say it.
“Go ahead.” She urged him on, holding his hand just a little tighter.
“I love you,”
Her stomach dropped. But not in the way that she just heard the worst news of her life. In the way that she is overwhelmed with so much joy, she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
“Don’t feel pressured to say anything,” He quickly cut in, seeing her wide-eyed reaction. “I just said it because I wanted you to know. You don’t have to say it back now, but maybe if you think that one day…you could love me too, we could take the next step…maybe?”
He didn’t even let her say anything, he just kept rambling on.
“But if you don’t know right this second, that’s okay. You don’t have to say a single word, (Y/N). You can just stare at me and we can go home and pretend I didn’t say anything. No big deal.” He laughed nervously, taking his shaky hand from hers to rub it over his jeans.
“What do you mean by next step?” She asked instead, just to make him sweat a little bit.
“Huh?” He cleared his throat. “Oh, like…dating. Boyfriend girlfriend type thing. But if that’s too soon and too much, that’s totally cool and I’ll chill out a little bit. I understand how that could be overwhelming and stuff, so I’ll just—”
The quickest way to shut Harry up is to kiss him, so that’s what she did. He tried to pull back, probably just to tell her that she doesn’t have to say anything again, but she set her hand on the back of his neck to keep him pressed to her.
“I’m your girlfriend.” She breathed out once she pulled away from him. She couldn’t help smiling as she looked over his flushed face.
“So, like…does that mean that you…”
“Yes, silly. I love you too.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”
****
(Y/N)’s Friday nights are now spent at the bar with Harry. She sits on his desk right beside him while he clicks around on his computer and makes sure the numbers are right. It’s not boring in the slightest, even though he tells her if she’s bored, she can go sit out at the bar. She wants to tell him that wherever he is, that’s where she wants to be. Doesn’t matter if it’s boring or not.
Ever since their first date, (Y/N) can barely leave the house. She doesn’t want to leave him at home while she goes to classes. But she knows that it’s only a matter of time before she’s out of school forever, so she’s trying to keep her head there until she’s finished for good. Harry makes it so hard though.
“Want to get out of here?”
It’s only nine thirty and he already wanted to go. She only came to join him about an hour ago and he already looked done for the night. But as soon as he saw her, his arms were wrapped around her and he was squeezing her.
“Is it alright if you leave? We can stay for a bit longer if you need.” At that, he shot her a look. And then he stood up to start collecting his things.
“Baby, please. I’m the boss.”
“Believe me, I know. You’re really cute.”
“I am?”
“I think you already know that,” She was able to reach out and grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him in front of her. “Kiss.” His hands rested on either side of her cheeks and kissed her. It reminded her that night at the bar when she kissed him for the first time. It was a long time coming. She didn’t know what she did until she’d already done it and it felt so right, there was no space for doubt.
Things have progressed so much since then. She tells Harry she loves him before she leaves, before she goes to sleep, when she wakes up. She hopes she’s not overdoing it but he never seems to mind and says it right back with no hesitation.
His office door was knocked on, making the two of them part. Harry squeezed her knee before stepping around her and to the door. Derek stood on the other side with a key in his hand.
“I did it,” He beamed at his boss before looking past him to see (Y/N). “Oh. Hi, (Y/N).” She waved, saying a hello. Derek was funny and often kept her company when Harry was busy.
“Okay, thank you for my keys, Derek. Goodbye,” Harry shut the door in his face before he could say anything else and then he turned to her. “Ready?”
“Why did Derek have your house keys?” (Y/N) has gotten to know the ins and outs of Harry very well, so when he tries to casually answer her question, she knows he’s lying. Or at least telling a story.
“What? These? He ran to my car for me.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking away from her and back to his desk to start arranging his things.
“Harry,” She gave him a look. “What’s going on?”
“What’s going on?” He met her eyes for a second before looking away again. “Nothing, baby. Just ready to go home. Are you?”
“You’re up to something. What is it?” She hopped down from his desk so she could get a grip on his arm and make him face her. “You’re being secretive and I don’t appreciate it.”
“I—no. I just…can we go home? This will all make sense if we go home, okay?” He ran his hand over hers to calm her and she sighed. He’s being weird but if he says they should just go home, she trusts him.
The car ride was quiet, just because she doesn’t know what he’s doing. She could tell he was overly nervous the whole time because he kept glancing at her and looking like he wanted to say something, but he never did.
She waited impatiently for him to unlock the door with her arms crossed.
“I don’t like surprises.” She jabbed her finger into his arm.
“Well, I thought you’d like this one but if you don’t, we don’t have to keep it.” He almost looks a little bummed now. Like his surprise was ruined or something but she doesn’t even know what it is yet, so she kisses his cheek to make him relax.
“I’m sure I’ll love it but you scared me a little bit. Where is it?” They stepped into the apartment and he took his time in taking off his shoes and putting his things aside. But finally, he led her back to his room but the door was shut which was a little strange because it’s never shut these days and he’s never even in it anymore.
He grasped the handle and tried to smile at her but he still looked anxious about whatever it was. He pushed the door open and let her in first.
On Harry’s bed was an open cardboard box and inside, snuggled into a blanket was a cinnamon colored kitten.
Her hand immediately clamped over her mouth and she punched his shoulder.
“Ow!”
“Shh!” She peeked back into the box to see that the kitten hadn’t even stirred one bit after Harry’s outburst. “What did you do?” Already feeling herself tearing up, she reached into the box and gently rubbed her fingers down the kitten’s back.
“We don’t have to keep it, I just thought that…” He trailed off, wringing his hands.
“What’s its name?” She sat on his bed and very gently coaxed the kitten awake with soft coos and when it blinked its eyes open, she melted.
“Bread,” He spoke up, slowly sitting beside her. “He came with that name, we can change it if you don’t like it—”
“I love it so much, Harry. Please, you’re so thoughtful and cute and he’s so tiny! Look at him!” She pouted at him before pinning her gaze back onto Bread who was now stretched out on his back and batting at her hand with his tiny paw.
“I picked him out earlier after I left for work and Derek had to get him and bring him here when he was all ready to go.” Harry reached out and the kitten was immediately attracted to his hand as he scratched over his stomach.
(Y/N) half remembers mentioning that they should get a pet of some kind a few weeks ago but she never expected he’d get a cat or that he recalled she said that at all. But it’s such a nice surprise, she could kiss him. So, she does exactly that and then lifts Bread out of the box to hold him to her chest. He started purring when she rubbed her thumb under his chin and it was the cutest thing.
Harry showed her all the toys and other essentials he picked up at some point secretly and then they took Bread to the living room to play.
He’s just happy that he got a good reaction out of her. He thought she’d be pissed because he didn’t tell her beforehand but as he watched her press kisses to the cat’s head, he hopes that he’ll be able to handle sharing her affection. With a cat. Maybe this wasn’t his best idea.
He practically has to pry the cat from her hands when he deems it’s bedtime and she pouts for a minute before she sees Bread cuddled in his new bed and then she happily goes back to her room to get ready for bed.
“She’s my girlfriend. Just so you know.” Harry knows he’s talking to a cat, but as the little thing blinks at him innocently, he can’t help the groan that leaves his mouth. “You sleep out here, okay?” Another blink.
“Thank you.”
Just as he settles into bed beside (Y/N) and wraps his arm around her waist, he hears little feet scampering across the floor.
“Is that the baby?”
“For fuck’s sake.” Maybe he didn’t think it through. Of course Bread would want to sleep in bed with them. Of course.
(Y/N) is up out of the bed as soon as Bread is meowing pitifully right beside her. Once he’s in her arms, she looked at Harry with something that said this cat is sleeping in this bed with or without you. So, he sighs and lifts the blankets up for her to slide back in next to him.
“He was probably so scared out there by himself. He’s just a baby.” Again, she’s kissing the cat on the head like it even deserves that. Harry doesn’t mean to be jealous of a cat but he is. Just a smidge. This will go away as soon as (Y/N) gets used to it.
****
Every morning, Harry wakes up to Bread sleeping on his face. He doesn’t know how he wiggles his way from (Y/N)’s chest to his face but he does everyday without fail. She thinks it’s cute, so she’d never understand that for some reason, he’s feeling second best to this…thing. He can’t even call it properly by its name, it makes him so mad.
“You don’t have to baby him, you know.”
“But he’s a baby. Of course I do,”She doesn’t let the thing out of her sight when she’s home and the cat is basically pointing and laughing at Harry whenever he tries to get close to her and she cuddles the cat instead. “Will you hold him while I make breakfast? He likes to be held.”
“I’d rather die,” He muttered to himself before holding his hands out for the little demon. The cat meows as soon as it’s away from (Y/N), making him roll his eyes. “How’d you make this cat the biggest crybaby in a matter of days?”
“He loves his mom, duh. He’d like you too if you stopped death glaring him all the time.”
Harry lightens his stare on the cat when it looks up at him cutely before biting into his arm. Behind (Y/N)’s back, he dropped the cat on the floor and let it run off to circle her feet and rub against her ankles. It wasn’t a hard bite, it just shocked him a little bit. But he expects no less from that spoiled brat.
“I’m feeling ignored.” He stepped behind her at the stove and grabbed onto her waist. She’s making bacon and pancakes and it smells delicious but he’d rather nuzzle his face into her neck and stay there for a while.
“I’m sorry. We can make him sleep in his bed tonight if you want.” She turned her head slightly to paste her lips to his for a short second before returning her attention to the pan.
“I like that. Want to fuck you without that thing trying to bite me.” It was true. Most times when he tried to touch (Y/N), Bread wasn’t feeling it. But tonight would be different. He’s glad they’re on the same page. He hasn’t gotten to touch her since he made the mistake of bringing that cat home.
He doesn’t entirely regret it, he just thinks Bread has some warming up to do and they need to spend time together. Then things will simmer down. But for now, he’s not in the mood for it.
“Just say you want to be babied a bit and I can do that. I know Bread is getting a lot of attention but I don’t want you to feel left out.” She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He loves mornings like this where they can stay in their pajamas and laze the day away after breakfast. He contemplates calling out of work tonight just to stay here all day and he thinks he will. They can handle it without him.
“I need you to baby me. I’m feeling left out.” He pouted his lips at her, slipping his hands under her tee shirt to feel her bare skin. She raised on her toes to kiss his lips and he leaned into it entirely, hoping fucking Bread was watching. Even though he’s a cat and probably has no idea what they’re doing.
The kiss got a little hot, whatever was in the pan being long forgotten as she pressed her body into his and trailed one of her hands down to the tie in his pajama pants. He’s already stiffening just beyond the fabric and he feels one of her hands cup over his cock, making him moan into her mouth.
He wants to turn her around and lay her over the counter and fuck her like that. In his tee shirt with his pants around his ankles and hear her cry out his name like it’s the only word she knows. But he’s ripped away from that fantasy as the cat (demon) yet again, sinks its teeth into his toe, making him curse and jump away from (Y/N).
“Fucking cat. You’re mine after breakfast, hear me?” He pointed at her and she laughed, turning back to the stove.
“Yes sir.”
He glares at the cat as he stalks back to the bedroom to wait until she’s finished with breakfast. He’ll take great joy in shutting the door in the cat’s face in mere minutes so he can ravish (Y/N) like he’s been wanting to do for far too long.
From all the way back in (Y/N)’s bedroom, he hears a faint knock on the door. And then her rushed footsteps back to him. Her expression is alarmed slightly as she holds the cat to her chest.
“What’s wrong?”
“Felix is here.”
“Fuck.”
They both hurry to dress more than they previously were, (Y/N) pulling on a pair of shorts while he tugs a shirt over his head. She passes him the cat as they walk to the front door.
“Maybe you’ll look less punchable if you hold Bread.”
“Are you saying I look punchable?” Silence.
“Well, no…”
Harry decides to open the door to face him. If he did come here to clock him again, at least (Y/N) will pay attention to him more than the cat. He actually hopes Felix is here to punch him.
On the other side of the door stand Felix and Laura. They all just kind of stare at each other at first before Laura speaks up.
“Hi, guys. How are you? We just wanted to check in.”
(Y/N) is staring at her brother and he’s staring right back. She’s trying to tell him to get lost if he’s going to be a jerk again and she thinks she senses a tiny bit of an apologetic look in his expression.
“What do you want?”
“We just made breakfast.”
Harry and (Y/N) say at the same time. He glanced at her, letting her know that it was okay. Felix hadn’t done or said anything that made him think he was going to hit him again, so he thinks they can come in just for a chat.
She sighed and opened the door further to let them in. Laura launched into a conversation with Harry about the cat in his arms. She’s really good at that and it gives (Y/N) a minute to silently scrutinize her brother. It’s not like him to not say anything. He’s always got something to say.
“Hi, (Y/N).”
“Felix.”
“I know you’re mad at me—”
“That’s good. If anyone should be mad, it should be Harry. The poor thing had a bruised nose for two whole weeks, you dick!” She slapped his shoulder. Thinking back on it makes her mad because there was no reason to take it that far.
“I know. I’m sorry for the way I reacted, I was just a little surprised to see you kissing him right on the street,” He made a disgusted face before shaking his head. “Anyway, I’ve done a lot of thinking and…Harry’s a good guy and I trust him more than anyone to look after you.”
“And?” She pressed.
“It might take some time but I’ll get used to it. I’ll try to anyway,” His eyes shifted to Harry. “I’m sorry for hitting you. I hope we’re still cool.” She rolled her eyes at his wording and looked to Harry who was holding Bread to his chest and gently petting over his back.
“(Y/N)’s my girlfriend now—don’t hit me.” He shielded himself with the cat but Felix just nudged his shoulder.
“That’s…it’ll take time. Please just don’t do anything weird in front of me quite yet. I’m not ready to see anything else from the two of you.” Felix rubbed the bridge of his nose like the thought absolutely nauseated him.
“I understand why you did it, Felix. No hard feelings.” Harry and Felix fist bumped making (Y/N) huff. Boys are so weird but if they made up and Harry accepts that as an apology, she’s fine with it.
“But Laura and I have one request.” Felix looked between the two of them with a smile.
Laura grasped onto his arm and smiled widely before speaking. “(Y/N), I want you to be my maid of honor. And Harry, we hope you’ll be his best man.”
(Y/N) didn’t know who Laura chose for her maid of honor but she didn’t think it’d be her. She was in shock for a moment before hugging her tightly.
“Of course, Laura. Thank you so much.” She squeezed her once before pulling away. Everyone looked to Harry.
“Like hell she’s walking down the aisle with anyone else. I’ll do it, you don’t have to beg.” Laura hugged Harry, trying to be mindful of Bread and then started talking about the color schemes she wanted to use and when they’d be doing dress fittings and what the menu for the day will be. Her and Felix started bickering like usual about the finer details while Harry and (Y/N) went to get the plates ready for them to eat.
Standing side by side at the stove, (Y/N) met eyes with Harry and whispered her three new favorite words to him, unable to keep a bright smile off her face when he said them right back after placing a kiss to her cheek.
(Y/N) loves Sydney to death. But she’s so fucking glad she moved out.
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Final part nooo :’( I hope you liked this! Sorry it took twelve years, I’m still trying to get my shit together 🙂
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