Hi, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you but I wanted to ask if you knew about this.. imagine where harry is a gangster and he scared y/n in the first part it was like y/n’s ex boyfriend won’t stop harassing her and Niall says something and harry gets mad.. I really wanna read that one again. Sorry to bother you again. I love your writings.
hi hun im sorry but I have no idea who that is by :( BUTTT thank you so much!
A/n: I might do a part two of this if it gets good feedback. As always, kind critiques and criticism is appreciated! Much love xx.
It wasn’t unlike Harry to watch Y/n as she changed into her leotard and baby pink tutu, she knew he had a n odd fascination with the pieces of material. Also make comments, “Makes ya legs look good, poppet, ‘s pretty,” or sometimes “Tha’ leo makes your boobs look good.” The latter comments usually earned Harry a smack on the arm from Y/n.
It also wasn’t unlike him to be extremely handsy when Y/n would put her hair up in a beautiful french twist that laid pinned on the back of her head. Always saying something about how it, “frames your face, makes ya look like a proper Disney princess or somethin’” those type of comments always caused blood to run straight to her full cheeks and turn her bright as a cherry.
Today, however, Harry watched Y/n with intent, his eyes following her from the moment she slipped into her leotard to when she placed her full tutu into her dance bag. Wasn’t a normal gaze either, the way he watched her today made the hairs on her arms raise and her, just shaved legs, to cover themselves in goosebumps.
“Harry you’ve got no business to be staring at me like tha’,” she tried to have a somewhat authoritative tone, but Harry knew her entirely too well. Harry knew Y/n liked being watched, in fact he knew everything about Y/n, but being watched was one of her favorite things. He knew she liked to see people react to her, which is probably the reason why she’s such an amazing dancer. He also knew what his wandering eyes was doing to her, which is why he continued to watch her.
“Dunno whatcha mean pet, ‘m jus’ admiring my girl, ‘s nothing wrong with tha’,” she wished she could kiss that shit eating grin right off of his pretty face, but she had to be out the door in fifteen minutes, and Y/n was never good and stopping something once she started.
With a shake of her head she gave Harry a knowing, but playful, scowl. She knew he was aware of what he was doing to her body, he always did this on the night of a recital. For some reason though, she always danced better after his soundless teasing and grabby hands. Harry noticed this too.
It was the opening night of the Christmas performance at her college, Y/n had been attending University to study dance and forensics. Harry remembered when he first met the lovely girl, he was completely caught off guard that the little innocent lady in front of him was interested in something that had the possibility of being so gruesome. Although, the longer they’ve been together Harry came to realize that Y/n was a different little duck, despite how innocent her outward appearance was.
Opening night was always the most nerve racking of all the times she performed a show, it made Y/n even more nervous that this was her final performance before she graduated university. Also, maybe the fact that she was the lead role, but mostly because it was the last time she’d get to dance with purpose.
Harry sat on the second row, drumming his fingers along his thighs absentmindedly. He had yet to see Y/n in her outfit for the final performance, only getting looks of her leotards for rehearsal, and needless to say he was beyond excited to final get to take it all in. Y/n’s parents sat on his right and he tried his best to hold a conversation with them. Oh, but it was so hard when his mind couldn’t stop thinking about the swell of her breast and the curve of her hips, and how they looked in what she’d be wearing on stage.
Y/n sat in a chair backstage, letting the older women around her finish her hair and makeup. After waiting half an hour, she was finally turned around to give herself a good look down. Needless to say, she was shocked, somehow the women had managed to make her eyes seem even more captivating than usual and her lips looked as pouty and soft as ever. With the leo and tutu she was told to wear, she knew she’d have the audience watching her all night, but more specifically she’d have Harry watching her all night. That thought made a dull ache start to form in between her legs.
Harry could practically hear his heart beating like a freight train, feeling as though, in any minute it would burst out of its home inside his chest. The thought of seeing Y/n in the tiny tool skirt and a skin tight piece of fabric had his head spinning and his cock filling out his jeans, which became increasingly hard for him to try to hide.
He silently thanked whoever turned the lights down, and watched the curtains open slowly revealing his girl in center stage. He muttered a soft, “Oh fuck me,” as he watched her. She was dressed in all black, which only made her body look that much more mesmerizing. The fabric clung to every curve and flattened out and ‘imperfection’ she claimed to have. And god, that tutu, something about it made Harry’s mind go into overdrive. He wondered if she’d keep it on even after the show.
Throughout the entire show, Harry’s eyes stayed glued to every movement Y/n made, and she could practically feel his eyes falling out of his head. Even when she wasn’t dancing on stage, she watched Harry in the wings moving every which way in attempts to cover the growing bulge in his pants. It was hard for her to hide the smirk on her face whenever she met his gaze while dancing, she was aware of what she was doing to him. Harry knew this, and made note to fuck her until she remembered who actually had the upper hand.
Just as quickly as the beautiful ballet had started, it was over, and Harry sat waiting in the lobby with a bouquet of roses for Y/n. His breath caught in his chest when she walked out, greeting guests whilst still giving him a look of adornment. She was so in for it.
“You look so good.” Y/n giggled at his proclamation and brought her lips to the shell of his ear, “You really think so, Daddy?” In that moment she knew she had pressed a button deep within side him, and his entire demeanor changed.
He choked on his spit, not expecting Y/n to tease him this much, he loved this side of her and it wasn’t one he was able to see very often. “Alrigh’ pet, go grab your stuff, gotta get home,” he said lovingly kissed her temple. Y/n could hear the want underneath the loving tone, and decided then, that it was probably a good idea to do as Harry said.
The car ride home was tense, Harry and Y/n had bid goodbye to her parents and promised them lunch the following day. From the way that Harry’s hand squeezed your thigh to way he held his bottom lip in between his teeth. “‘S not nice to tease daddy, Y/n,” he could hear her swallow thickly and attempt to press her thighs together to get some sort of relief. He tutted his tongue, “Is my little angel getting wet,” he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it softly, “‘s a shame then, really, tha’ you’re not gonna cum fo’ awhile pet.”
Harry didn’t even make it to their bedroom, before he was beckoning Y/n to get on her knees, “on your knees angel, wanna tease Daddy all night in ya pretty lil’ costume you can pay the consequences.” And Y/n would be lying if she said that her core didn’t throb listening to Harry’s filthy words. Her needy hands grabbed and his belt, trying to rid Harry of the clothes covering his bottom half.
Harry watched her through low eyes, she pawed at him in every attempt to get his pants off, and he let her struggle for a few moments before tugging down her jeans and stepping out of them. Y/n licked over the outline of his growing member, kissing over the base all the way down to his clothed tip. She let her eyes meet his, “P-Please Daddy let me suck on you, please,” he liked the way she begged for him.
A soft nod from Harry was all she needed to tug his tight boxers down his thighs. Her mouth watered at the sight of him, tip fiery red and his length scattered with throbbing veins. “Go on then, give it a lick,” and without a second to waste, she did.
She took his tip in between her soft lips, ones that he had been staring at all night long, and suckled softly. “Ah, tha’ is plenty of teasing from ya pet,” she could hear him growing irritated, and that’s exactly how she wanted him. Deciding to be a good girl, she lowered her mouth farther down his cock, his quiet whimpers giving her the motivation to take the whole of him in her mouth and down her throat.
“Thas’ it pet, taking Daddy’s cock like a good girl aren’t ya,” she nodded on him, “Think ya could take ya leo off an’ let Daddy see ya in jus’ your pretty lil’ tutu?” Y/n could’ve cum just by hearing Harry so breathy and whiny above her asking her to give him a blowie in just her tutu. How could she say no to him, already looking so fucked out in just the small amount of time she’d been sucking on his hard length.
Y/n was quick to remove her leo and stockings to leave her in only her pretty black tutu. “Oh, fuck.” Harry couldn’t stop looking at her tits, were they always this perky? Her nipples were already hard and Harry couldn’t wait to suck one into his mouth, but with the sight of her in front of him he started to grow very uncomfortable due to how hard he had gotten.
“Back down on your knees petal, got me all worked up now don’t ya.” Even with the how dominate Harry was being Y/n couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter, the sight of her, and her alone, had gotten him that hard.
As soon as she was back down on her knees, her mouth was stuffed full of Harry, and his hands made themselves comfortable in her hair, which now had fallen from it’s beautiful twist. She licked down the base of his shaft and bobbed her head in a gentle pattern, feeling completely full of Harry.
Harry’s hips bucked into her mouth, touching the back of her throat again and again. Tears fell down her face and made the dark makeup around her eyes stained her flushed cheeks. His cock stretched her lips, and made her mouth hurt, but in the best way possible.
Y/n knew he was approaching his high when she could hear his moans and whimpers growing louder and louder, and feel the snap of his hips get faster. “”M gonna cum petal, ‘m gonna cum.” His grip on her hair became tighter, and Y/n swore she couldn’t breathe, but at this point she didn’t care.
Her head was foggy and she felt like she was on cloud nine when finally she tasted every ounce of him in her mouth. Harry pulled out of her mouth with a sigh, he could see his cum dribbling out of her mouth and onto her chin. “Up, up baby, let’s get ya cleaned up, ‘n then maybe can fuck you in tha’ pretty tutu.”
Y/n, though still very spaced out, couldn’t have nodded her head faster.
Y/n knew she was in for a long night and it was all because of that damn tutu.
ALSO pls send in small prompts for tiny blurbs that you’d like to see, I’m currently working on a long blurb for ‘To Be So Lonely’ buttt I’d like to write some smaller things in between!!
if you're having a bad day or feeling down, listen to harry saying 'everything's gonna be fine' with ocean sounds in the background. everything will be fine.
ALSO pls send in small prompts for tiny blurbs that you’d like to see, I’m currently working on a long blurb for ‘To Be So Lonely’ buttt I’d like to write some smaller things in between!!
Harry thinks Y/n tastes like strawberries and Y/n thinks Harry is a pretty boy.
Summary: In which Harry keeps seeing Y/n, and can’t get her off his mind. And, it turns out Y/n has been thinking about Harry too.
Warnings: Smut, smut, oh and more smut
Word Count: 2.7k
A/n: I’m attempting to write a little something for every song on Fine Line, and well this is for Adore You. As always, kind critiques and criticism is appreciated! Much love xx.
The first time he saw her, he swore he had seen an angel that had fallen straight from the skies. And truly, it wasn’t Harry’s fault he couldn’t keep his wandering eyes off of her, she was enchanting. He licked his lips and wondered what her lips tasted like. Probably strawberries, he had decided. She looked sweet, and soft. Her skin seemed to glow under the lowlights of the restaurant, and he decided then she was one of the most gorgeous women he’d seen around this part of town.
He didn’t mean to stare for so long, just wanted to take in every part of her as he sipped his drink, that had turned lukewarm nearly half an hour ago. Had he really let a woman keep him watching for that long, it seemed he certainly had, but he was in no mood to complain. He’d watch her for the rest of the night if he didn’t have a foot of paperwork waiting for him on his desk back at the office.
But really, how could he complain about the way her dress kept riding up, everytime she sat back down at the table, showing a small part of her gorgeous legs to him. Or how every time she’d throw her head back laughing, at what he presumed to be a joke told by one of the men she had come here with, he could see straight down into her dress. He really didn’t mean to be a perv, truly, he was simply admiring, and that was no crime.
A breath was caught his throat when her eyes, for the first time that night, met his. She gave him a knowing look, she had felt his gaze on her for most of the night. And it wasn’t that Y/n was a cocky woman, but she knew she was attractive and obviously the watching man thought so too. Besides, she had gotten tired of the jokes being told by John, or maybe it was Josh, she honestly couldn’t remember, an hour ago. She was insanely bored, and there was absolutely no reason to sit there and be bored any longer, especially with the handsome stranger eyeballing her the way he was.
She excused herself from the table, telling John (or Josh) that she had better “get home,” something about being tired, but she wasn’t tired of anything except her date. Her long tan legs carried her straight to the bar where the mystery man sat.
“So is it like you to stare at women all night and not talk to ‘em,” her words had a certain kind of sass to them, and Harry decided then that he was fucked. He tried not to watch the way her red lips moved as she spoke, but it was obvious that didn’t go as planned when his pants got a little too tight for his liking.
Harry really hadn’t expected the beautiful woman to talk to him, hell he didn’t even think she’d noticed his gaze throughout the night. “Cat got your tongue, pretty boy,” he could practically hear the smirk in her voice, “asked you a question, didn’t I?” For the second time that night Harry knew he was completely, utterly, fucked.
Choosing not to let her think her words had any effect on him he quipped back, “‘S not everyday I get to see an angel in person.” He chewed on the inside of his lip softly, a nervous tick he had since he was no older than ten. He could hear her laugh, a real laugh, not a phony one she’d been using all night to please one man's ego. It made his heart skip a beat, something that didn’t happen very often.
“Well pretty boy, next time talk to me more,” with that she left Harry with a napkin with ‘Y/n’ and her number scribbled in messy cursive.
Harry had made a mental note to text the woman he now knew as Y/n.
The second time Harry saw her, he was shopping in one of the farmers markets downtown, looking for some fresh produce to bring back to his mom. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, and her face was free of makeup, but god she still managed to look absolutely stunning.
Harry snuck glances at her as much as he could while inspecting the large oranges and lemons in one of the stands. His mother would like some lemons, always mentioning about baking a pie or something like that. He also knew she enjoyed fresh squeezed orange juice every morning with her breakfast. He got lost in his head a bit thinking about what all to get his sweet mother. However, he was caught off guard when he felt a small tap at his shoulders.
He heard a quiet hum when he turned his head, “Ah pretty boy, thought that was you, never gave me a call,” she snickered softly but he could’ve sworn he saw a little flash of hurt in her eyes, “it’s a shame really, was hoping to be able to call you somethin’ other than pretty boy the next time we met.”
How was he supposed to admit he got too riled up at the bar, watching the way her red lips moved, and had to rush home to tug one out, before he exploded in his pants sitting on that bar stool. Which unfortunately led to him completely forgetting about the napkin shoved in the pocket of his dress pants. Or how when he went to look for the folded paper he had already washed the pants and all traces of the beautiful girls number was gone.
“I accidentally washed my pants the next mornin’ forgot your number was in ‘em, been hopin’ I’d seen you around in town, ‘n well ‘ere we are,” he let out a nervous chuckle and waited for her to say something, anything. He didn’t mean to leave her wondering if he’d ever give her a call, but he knew she’d probably felt a little let down when he didn’t.
She nodded her head suspiciously, and although she didn’t know the man standing in front of her, she felt as though he wouldn’t lie about something as silly as losing her number. Maybe it was because of his kind eyes, or maybe because he was entirely way too good looking to not give a second chance to.
Harry nearly choked on his own spit when she grabbed his unlocked phone out of his hand, he had been texting his mum asking her what kind of apples she liked, and went straight to his contacts. He watched her delicate hands type in her name, Y/n, and a little red heart beside it. “Won’t have an excuse now…” she looked at him, “Harry, m’ names “arry” he said quickly. “Harry. A pretty name for a pretty boy. Well I ought to run, text me… pretty boy,” and with a wink she was off.
Harry did text her that night, actually as soon as he had left his mother’s house. He didn’t mean to seem too desperate, but she was so memorizing and he’d be damned if he messed this opportunity up.
‘Hi, this is Harry’
‘Pretty boy decided to finally text me, what a relief ;)’
Harry tried to keep the smirk from forming on his lips, but Y/n was sassy and he couldn’t help it. Harry and Y/n texted every day for the next two weeks and he when he started to think he had her figured out, she’d throw him for a loop. She was a dance instructor at a studio down the road from his apartments, and taught the children everyday after she got off work. During the day she was a secretary for the local highschool. She lived alone, actually in an apartment complex about a block away from Harry’s, with her two cats Asher and Benji. Harry liked cats, and Harry really liked Y/n.
The third time Harry saw her was in a small bistro on the outskirts of town, he had asked Y/n on a date, and luckily she had agreed. She managed to take his breath away and cause the butterflies in his stomach to awake every time he laid eyes on her. Her hair was braided down her back and her makeup looked beautiful, it wasn’t quite as heavy as the night when he first met her but she managed to look just as stunning.
He had ordered wine for the two of them to sip on throughout the night, and they had managed to drink nearly an entire bottle, but he couldn’t be happier. She had worn a low cut dress and he couldn’t help but take glances every now and again down at the tops of her breast. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave him the courage to say what was on his mind, or maybe he had decided that he really, really, wanted to see Y/n without being covered by so much clothing. “Come back to mine,” his words practically laced with want.
Y/n had decided the moment she walked in, and saw Harry looking as mouth watering as ever, that she would have her way with him. However, she wasn’t expecting him to be so brash about it, but to be fair she kind of liked how assertive he was about the entire situation. That and she couldn’t ignore the dull ache between her legs much longer. She’d gotten tired of watching Harry’s tongue swipe over the bottom of his lip, and wanted him to kiss her until her mouth was raw and sore.
It didn’t take long for Harry to ask for the check, pay, and lead Y/n to her car. “Jus’ follow me pet, ‘s not very far from here,” his words were connecting together a bit, but Y/n could hear him loud and clear. Harry walked back to his car and took off, Y/n following not far behind him.
Within a matter of minutes, the pair had somehow made it into Harry’s apartment and into his room, which was a shock considering they could hardly keep their hands from grabbing at one another’s clothes. Harry pressed his lips firmly to hers, kissing her with all he had, smirking when she let out a soft moan. He was sure he’d be gone for if she kept making noises that sounded that sweet.
She fisted at his shirt, wanting nothing more to run her needy hands all over his toned body, and it wasn’t long before the two of them had stripped down to nothing but their underwear. Harry watched as Y/n sunk down to her knees, but he gently pulled her back up on her feet. “Maybe, another time pet, not tonight, jus’ wanna feel ya.”
Don’t get him wrong he would’ve loved to see her mouth stuffed with his throbbing prick but at the rate they were going, he was sure he’d let go before even getting to feel her, and that was not a risk he was willing to take. He wasted no time peeling the little bit of clothing left on her body off, and stared in amazement.
Believe him, he had pictured her naked before, leaning against his bathroom countertop letting his hand bring him closer to the edge, after receiving a more revealing picture from her. But, nothing, not even a picture where he could see her budding nipples straight through her t-shirt, could’ve prepared him for the way Y/n looked completely undressed beneath him.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned at the sight of her. He let his hands wonder trying to feel every part of her all at once, he never wanted this to end, but the way he could feel his dick twitch in between his legs, let him know this would be ending far sooner than he’d ever want it to.
Y/n had every intention of fucking Harry until they both saw stars, she wanted to make him feel things he had never felt before, she was going to give him a wild ride. Literally. “Oh trust me, I will.”
Harry shuffled to his nightstand and reached for a condom, when he finally found it he slipped over his, very sensitive, head and onto himself. Making his way back over to the sprawled out girl laid out on his silk sheets he let out the breath he had been holding in for what seemed like forever. He could see the glint of her arousal in the soft moonlight, he could feel his mouth water.
Harry knew he wouldn’t last long, but by the looks of it, Y/n wouldn’t last very long either. And, as much as he was dying to just push right into her and hear her chant his name, she looked entirely too pretty to not have a little taste.
He let his tongue slip past her wet folds, he couldn’t help but let out a whimper of his own, she tasted like strawberries. “Fuck, pet taste s’ good, think I migh’ cum jus’ eating your pretty little pussy.” He could hear her breathy moans above him, and was hyper-aware of the way her fingers tugged on his curly locks. “‘arry please baby… jus’ fuck me” she moaned softly as he continued to lap at her clit.
He smirked against her and finally looked her in the eyes for the first time since putting his head between her thighs, “Wha’ is my pretty girl jus’ begging for me to fuck her, how sweet” he pulled himself up and laid his hands on either side of her face, “guess I can’t tell ‘er no then, can I?”
He watched, with a grin plastered on his face, as Y/n shook her head. Harry felt as though someone had stolen the air straight from his lungs as he slipped himself in between her soaked lips, she felt amazing. ‘F-Fuck petal, you’re so tight,” he gasped and tried to stay as still as possible after pushing all the way in, filling Y/n up to the brim. He held her hips in place trying his best to keep her staying still, he was sure if she moved on him he would be done.
After breathing and letting himself calm down from the feeling of her tight walls clenching around his hard member, he began to rock his hips softly. He tried to make it gentle until he heard, “Faster, please, ‘arry please,” fall from Y/n swollen lips.
With the permission to move faster, Harry began moving his hips faster against her. All that could be heard was the sound of skin slapping, the moans from Y/n and the groans from him. “‘M gonna cum button, gonna cum, you think you could fo’ me?” Harry’s request was all Y/n needed to release around his cock. Her mind racing and her eyes practically seeing stars.
The feeling of her tight walls clenching around him, was all Harry needed to thrust a few more times inside her, and fill the latex covering him. The pants of Y/n brought him back to reality, and he kissed her lips softly. He could her her wince slightly as he pulled himself out of her. “‘M sorry, I know you’re still sensitive down there, but I can’t stay inside ya all night, even though I’d love too,” he winked at her getting a small giggle in return.
Y/n watched Harry pull the, now filled, condom off and clean himself off. Even though she had just felt him in between her thighs she couldn’t help but want him again. Harry eyed her knowingly, “Wha’ cha’ looking at, pet,” he tried to hide the smirk trying to make its way on his face.
“Uh, n-nothin’” she tried to lie, her voice failing her. Harry spread her legs gently with his hands and looked at her, already wet again, center, he smacked his tongue at her, “No need to lie baby, if ya’ wan’ me to fuck ya again jus’ ask.”
That’s when Y/n knew she was in for a long night, and when she decided she adored Harry.
Summary: After a rough breakup, Harry wrote Y/n a song and he hopes she listens.
Warnings: Angst, smut
Word count: 2.7k
A/n: Well this happened... kind critiquing is always needed, and appreciated.
Harry’s hands shook slightly and the ice in his drink rattled around with every bounce of his leg. He stared out into the crowded bar searching everywhere for those mesmerizing eyes he had once stared so deep into. He had messaged her last week and asked her to come, he thought it might bring her some closure, and maybe bring him some peace of mind. More than likely she wouldn’t show up, but somewhere in the back of his mind he had hoped that maybe she would find it in her heart to come, even just for a second.
She had woken up to a text around ten in the morning on a Saturday, she could’ve sworn her heart stopped beating and her breath caught in her throat. She eyed the message suspiciously, it wasn’t like Harry to message her after what went on between them. And it definitely wasn’t like Harry to want to see her again after breaking her heart into a million pieces, he felt guilty, she knew that. But, how could she deny him a chance to explain himself, she wasn’t as cruel as she should be to him. She believes everyone deserves a second chance, even Harry.
Harry paced back and forth behind the curtains, the show started in five minutes and he wasn’t able to eye the crowd in search of her anymore. He could hear the announcer begin to introduce him and his band. Throwing his guitar strap over his shoulder, he stepped onto center stage and waited for the curtains to open and the lights to shine out on the audience.
He waited for the claps to die down. Harry cleared his throat, “I wrote this one ‘bout a girl whose heart I broke, and I dunno if she’s ‘ere but, if she is I hope she knows, ‘m lost without ‘er.” He eyed his band mates and a simple piano melody began to play, he held his head low and began to sing.
He felt lost without her beside him every night, and every note he sang made him feel a little less lonely on the almost empty stage. His voice wavered in the first verse, he was terrified; was she here?
The sound of his voice bounced off the walls of the crowded bar and people began to perk their ears up to listen. Every ounce of hurt that he had caused himself was being shared with these people who were mostly strangers. He had to share this part of himself though, what if there was a slim chance that she had decided that showing up was a good idea; he couldn’t sing the song with anything but every broken piece of him.
She sat in the back sipping on a coke and rum, Harry’s favorite. While they were together Harry was often seen with a glass full of the same drink Y/n was now sipping on. Call her pathetic but, it was a little habit she couldn’t drop. Something about how the liquor made its way down her throat, burning all the while, brought her comfort, and made her think of him; most times when Y/n was sober it was too hard to think of Harry.
Her eyes were low, full of sleep and her tight red dress now seemed a little too tight. Maybe it was just because the sweaty bodies around her created a thick cloud and made her skin feel damp, or maybe because she knew that this dress was his favorite. Either way, her red dress, felt entirely too tight.
Her head turned swiftly at the mention of his name, and there he stood in all his glory, beautifully broken and it was his fault. Was it wrong of her to think he looked more perfect than he ever did, maybe so, but god did he look amazing. Her entire world stopped, he had written a song for her, about her, to her.
Harry didn’t let his eyes meet the crowd until he began to sing the chorus, letting every ounce of hurt flow through every verse. He thought she hadn’t come, but he’d still sing like she had, like he had something to prove to her. He had lost himself when he lost Y/n, he wanted her to know that. That every night when tried to shut his eyelids and fell away into a world of dreams, she was there, haunting him in the most brilliant of ways. A ghost of who she was before he broke her, floated around in these film type dreams, he wished he could bring that girl back. He wished he wouldn’t have broken her, broken their love.
Tears rolled down her face, her beautiful Harry, was so, so, utterly destroyed inside. It made her think that maybe he stayed up and had just as many sleepless nights as she had. That thought gave her a dull ache in her heart that she hadn’t felt in nearly six months. Was it wrong of her to walk out on him like she did, without giving him a chance to explain himself?
Regret settled deep within her, and she’d never felt worse than she did in that very moment. It was possible that maybe they were both beautifully broken, and maybe, just maybe, they could be each other's fix.
Harry let his eyes linger for just a little while longer on the crowd, searching aimlessly for those eyes. Her eyes. Time seemed to slow down, everything moving slowly around him as he finally found those amazing orbs he had been searching for all night. Y/n was here, she came to his show; she was crying.
The song came to an end and the crowd roared with applause. They liked it, but more importantly, did she? He hoped she understood how lost he was without her and how he was falling out of love with who he was now. Harry had realized the error of his ways, and he hoped that it wasn’t too late.
After they had finished the rest of their songs, and the curtains closed, Harry and his band mates stepped off the stage and began putting up their instruments.
Nothing had ever hurt worse than Harry accepting that writing some silly song, about how sorry he was, would not have Y/n falling back into his arms. For once, he let the tears roll down his face and he had no intentions of stopping them. His heart ached.
Y/n watched Harry on the stage pouring out his heart for the past hour and couldn’t stop the quiet sobs that left her lips in the bathroom. After so many weeks begging for him to show vulnerability, he accepted defeat and let an entire crowd of people see how damaged he had been left with after she left him.
“”arry mate, some chick is lookin’ for ya, she looks a bit upset fo’ sure,’ one of Harry’s band mates said to him in a voice no louder than a whisper. He nodded his head, it was no surprise that she’d come to see him. She was upset, which means she was on the road to forgiving him or this had made her only want to hate him more. And, he wasn’t sure which one he’d be able to accept easier.
She looked beautiful, wearing a red dress, the red dress he’d picked out for her to wear to their Valentine's dinner last February. Her mascara had run down her cheeks staining them lightly with black marks, and her lips looked as though she had continuously bit at them all night. In fact, he knew she had been, he’d been watching her, absolutely captivated by her beauty once again.
He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck, “Y/n, ‘m sorry petal, and I know I don’t deserve ya, but at least let me explain m’self, ya deserve tha.” Tears didn’t cease from flowing down her already soaked face, as she gave him a simple nod. Had he lost weight, she noticed his trousers didn’t quite fit the way they used to.
She followed him outside behind the building, the rest of his band was putting the equipment into the trailer and preparing to leave. She wondered if he’d rode with the rest of them here, or had he drove himself. She’d grabbed a cab in order to get here, driving at night wasn’t one of her fortes.
Lingering eyes watched the pair of old lovers, suspicion being raised due to Harry and Y/n not been seen together in quite some time.
Harry began to walk over to what appeared to be his car and beckoned Y/n to follow him, “Thought tha’ maybe we better ‘ave this conversation behind closed doors.” She couldn’t get a word to come out of her mouth so she nodded in hopes that he understood that speaking was much harder for her than it was for him.
Streetlights lit up the inside of his car, and not a word was shared as they made their way down the busy highway. She was familiar with where they were going, she had been there countless times and made memories she’d never forget (she had already tried to, with no luck.) The engine reved one last time as Harry put the car in park and twisted the key. With a knowing look on his face, he gave her the silent option to sit in his car and have the long awaited conversation or sit in the comfort of his home.
Doors were pulled open and others unlocked, and the two broken hearted people made their way inside the building that was home to memories of their failed attempt at love. She sat down at the bar the bordered the kitchen and he began to make them both a mug of tea. For a second, everything felt normal to the both of them, but just as quick as the feeling came, it left, and they were aware of what the reality was.
She stirred her tea, two sugars and light milk, and eyed him carefully. She was the first to speak, “Did you mean it,” she let out an audible gulp, “like, like how you weren’t someone you want around,” her voice quivered. Tears were already forming in her eyes, and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to take it if Harry truly felt this way.
With his back turned to her he let out a muffled cry, he couldn’t look her in the eyes, he wasn’t strong enough anymore to be able to do that. He couldn’t watch her fall apart, just as he was doing. “‘M s-so so sorry pet, I can’t live without ya, I messed up I know tha’ I do. Ya mean the world to me, an’ I don’t know how to fix this.” Y/n let her heart break in pieces again, but this time she hoped that Harry would be the one to put it back together.
Her footsteps could be heard as she walked into the kitchen, “Do you still love me?” She turned him to face her and nearly fell apart at the sight in front of her. Harry’s eyes had turned bright green and bloodshot and tears flowed freely down his pink tinted cheeks. He was falling apart. His heart raced and he could hear his ears ringing, “‘course I love ya, never loved anyone mo’ than I do you.”
That was all Y/n needed to press her lips firmly to his. His lips tasted salty but were just as soft and inviting as they had been when she kissed him goodbye. She could feel his tears hit her face, but his lips moved in sync with hers. She pulled away for a second and gazed into his eyes. “Then show me you love me.”
That was all Harry needed to pick Y/n up and take her to his bedroom. His left a fiery trail of kisses down Y/n’s neck and suckled softly on the spot at the bottom of her neck that he knew drove her crazy. Y/n couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, which Harry found angelic. Harry smiled softly against her skin, “love you s’much pet, s’much.” He pushed the bedroom door open with his foot and laid her down softly on the bed. “Missed you, button,” he mumbled trying to remember everything about this moment. His eyes were still glossy, but Y/n thought this just made him look even better than he already did.
Y/n pulls her, too tight, red dress over her head and watches Harry do the same with his trousers and some-what see through top. She grabs at him desperate to feel him, in any way possible. His hands roamed her body for the first time in forever and he takes time kissing her body up and down. Harry makes sure to take time leaving little lovebites on Y/n’s thighs, knowing how much she loved them.
“Jus’ do something Har,” she mewled softly, just wanting to be able to really feel him already. He made careful to take time with her body and treat her gently, kissing around the waistband of her light blue panties and down the front, ghosting over her core. He could practically hear the throbbing of her clit, she smelled amazing. Becoming impatient Y/n slips her panties off and tosses them somewhere across Harry’s room, she couldn’t be bothered to look where at the moment. She craved to feel his mouth on her.
After hearing her whine for his mouth, he licked a long stripe up her folds, savoring the way she tasted. He tested the waters more by pushing his tongue inside her and lapping at her inside, moaning softly into her, sending vibrations deep into her core. Her fingers wove themselves into his hair pulling softly with every movement of his skillful tongue. He smirked into her and pulled her, already very sensitive, bud into his mouth and suckled, flicking his tongue against her clit softly. Her thighs tried to close around his head, but his capable hands kept tem spread apart. He eyed her lovingly when he heard her quiet moans and her stating, “‘M close, baby, please.”
Harry toyed with her clit in his mouth and brought his fingers to her core and pushed one in, earning a loud moan from the writhing girl above him. “Taste so good, pet, always so sweet for me,’ he pumped his fingers in and out of her twisting them slightly to hit that one spot inside her that drove her to the edge. He takes her into his mouth again and works her closer to her high. Her moans grew increasingly louder as he worked her through her first orgasm of the night. Harry watches her face screwed shut “That’s it, doll, cum for me.”
This was all Y/n needed to push her to the edge, eyes closed and hands tangled into his hair, she rode out her orgasm on his tongue, feeling ignited on the inside.
She lifted her body up and reached out for Harry’s cock that laid swollen and red against his stomach. He swats her hand away softly, “‘s not about me, angel, jus’ wanted to show you my love.” Y/n could feel her heart melt in her chest, he was giving her the love she had craved for since she left his house after their fight.
Harry crawled up to lay next to her naked body, and pulled her close to his chest. She peppered soft kisses along his skin and paid special attention to each and every tattoo, her eyes felt heavy but she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to give into sleeping or to just lay next to the man she knew she could not live without.
“Promise me we’ll get through this, together,” she glanced at him with a worrisome expression.
“Always, petal, ‘m not losing you again,’ he left little kisses all over her face until the worried look was replaced by a smile.
Harry knew he didn’t mind falling as long as it was with Y/n, and Y/n knew that being broken with Harry was much better than being broken by herself.
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