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LONG HAIR HARRY
Temporary Fix
Lights, Camera, Action.
Lights, Camera, Action. Part 2
Lights, Camera, Action. Part 3
Tattooed Harry
Your Brother Will Kill Me
Not A Free Show
You Like That?
Becky’s So Hot
Was It Worth the Wait?
Exploration
FRAT BOY HARRY
Frat House
B.M.W.B
Game On.
Model For Me
Cherry Pop
What Happens on the Tour Bus, Stays on the Tour Bus.
What Happens on the Tour Bus, Stays on the Tour Bus Part 2
Can I Take You Somewhere?
Isn’t Your Mom Home?
I Love Being in the Band.
And Scene.
PRINCE HARRY
Visiting Home
Visiting Home Part 2
A Friend of Harry’s [Zarry]
Riding the High
Best Tutor Ever
BANDANA HARRY
You Got Me
Make Up
Matter of Time apart 2
DUNKIRK HARRY
Under My Skin
Spill or Fill
Spill or Fill Part 2
Spill or Fill Part 3
One & Done?
Medicine
Assistant C.E.O
Tensions Are High
Teacher’s Lounge
Glad You Passed By
HS1 HARRY
Live in Studio
Live in Studio Part 2
Golden
Red Cuffs
Show Me How You Do It
Kiwi. Part 1 and Part 2
It Pays To Be A Harry Girl
Just A Girl in the Bar
FINE LINE HARRY
Still the One
Still the One Part 2
Loved You First
Staying Focused
Staying Focused Part 2
To Be So Lonely
MANBUN HARRY
When You Know, You Know.
A-hole to Everyone but You
MUSTACHE/QUARANTINE HARRY
Late Night Talking
Three Plus One fluff blurb
Next Room Over
So, You’re Mr..
So, You’re Mr.. Part 2
HARRY’S HOUSE/ CURRENT HARRY
Punished
Showered with Love fluff blurb
Iced Vanilla Latte
We Should[n’t] Be Alone Together
We Should[n’t] Be Alone Together Part 2
You Think Of Me When Exactly?
Say That Again, Baby
Just Like the Movies?
Just a Guitarist?
BOXER HARRY
Come On, You Got It.
NARRY
When In Rome [Narry]
To Niall, From Harry
Now, Imagine That With Two
Guess who [Harry, Niall, Zayn]
Touch Each Other
FANFICTION
Two Ghosts [hs]
PRIVATE AFFAIR [h.s]
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
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"Come on, love. Give me a few more then we can take a break." Harry says as he leans around the punching bag, "You got it. Just a few more, please."
You sigh and drops your glove covered hands to your sides, "I'm tired, Harry."
He chuckles at your whining and shakes his head, "Fine. Go get some water."
You smirk as you undo the Velcro with your teeth and it makes Harry's eyebrow twitch. He runs his hand over his face as he walks over to grab his white boxing gloves off of the bench.
You walk over, sitting down as you grab your water bottle. Your eyes stay on him as he moves over to in front of you, "Can you wrap my hands?"
You know damn well Harry can wrap his own hands, but you don't argue. You grab the wrap from his grasp and move his hand to how you want it.
You've been training with Harry for months now, and you kinda of have a thing for him, so you know exactly how he likes it done.
"You're a fast learner." He jokes as his eyes follow your hands. You glance up at him and his eyes meet yours, "Only been doing this for how long."
He smirks as he brings his wrapped hand up, inspecting it, "Damn near perfect."
You scoff, "That is perfect."
"I know." Harry hands you his gloves to help him get them on, "I just like getting you riled up." He winks and you can feel your face get warmer, "Shut up."
"Make me."
Your head snaps upward and you sigh, "I could kick your ass any day." You squeeze your water bottle, squirting water in your mouth.
He watches as water dribbles down your chin and he quickly wipes it away with his thumb, "I'd like to see you try."
——
"Come on, y/n." Harry walks around the bag, admiring your punches, "You got it. Jab cross, jab cross cross." He nods in approval and grabs the bag, holding it still.
You step back, wiping sweat from your forehead onto your arm, "How was that?" He leans out around and smirks, "Good, that was good. But.."
You tilt your head as you take your gloves off, "What?"
He steps out from behind the bag and crosses his arms, "Still don't think you can beat me."
You raise your eyebrows, "Mm. I see."
"What?" He laughs as you walk to grab your water, "Come on. Loser buys dinner."
You turn to look at him before putting your gloves back on, "You are so on, Styles."
He grabs his gloves, putting them back and walking over to the mat, "C'mon." You smirk as you walk over, standing infront of him, "Ready to lose?"
He tilts his head and shrugs, "I should be asking you that."
You both get ready, moving around in a circle as you wait for your moment to strike. You used the combos that you learned today and end up popping him right in the nose.
By total accident.
"Oh my god.. are you okay?" You rest your glove over your lips as you step towards a doubled over Harry, "Hey I'm so- whoa!" You let out a slight scream as Harry flips you, pinning you to the ground.
His body is slightly pressing against yours and you look at him from over your shoulder, "Hey now."
He rolls you over onto your back and pins your arms down by your biceps, "Hey now." He says in a mocking tone which makes you laugh.
His eyes move over your face as he licks his lips and smiles, "So whats for dinner?"
"A knuckle sandwich if you don't let me up." You fight back a smirk but fail as he helps you stand up. You take your gloves off and unwrap your hands as you think, "Whatever you want is fine with me."
He nods, "I'll think about that while I shower."
You bite your lip and nod as you bend down to grab your bag, "Alright." You look at him with a smile before you disappear into the locker room to shower.
The whole time, the thought of you and Harry being the only ones in the gym settles into your mind.
You push them away but each time they come back, they're stronger and dirtier than the last.
You walk out, drying your hair off with a towel.
"About time." Harry says with an over exaggerated groan, "I'm starving out here." You laugh, "Sorry. I wanted to make sure I didn't stink like sweat."
He laughs, "Girls and their long ass showers."
"Hey. Can't hate it if you haven't tried it."
"What? A shower with you?" He raises his eyebrows and it causes you to stumble over your words, "Wh- no i di- not what I meant, Harry."
"Again. I just like to get you going." He chuckles and throws his bag over his shoulder, "I just have to stop over here at my office quick, so just give me a sec."
I nod and follow him over, watching as he sits down at his desk. His fingers tap the top as he tries to remember why he went in there.
"What are you looking for?" You ask as you lean against the door frame. He blows out air and leans back in his chair, "Come here."
Your heart starts beating fast as you step in and walk over to him, "What's up?"
He bites his lips and looks up at you, "So.." he laughs slightly and shakes his head, "Nothing, we can, uh. We can just go get dinner."
He stands up and you put your hand on his chest, "No. Finish what you were going to say."
He looks down at your hand planted flat on his chest and back up to you, "I want you."
His words make you freeze for a moment, but only because you were sure if he'd ever go for you, he is your trainer and all.
"Really?" You bite your lip and slowly slide your hand down his chest, slipping your fingers into the band of his shorts, "Because I want you, too."
In a quick motion, he spins you and sets you on his desk, "Glad we feel the same." He pulls your shorts and panties to the side, slowly slipping two fingers into you as he watches your face scrunch up with pleasure.
He slides his other hand up and grabs the back of your neck, "You're so fucking hot." He crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as he thrusts his fingers in and out quickly.
"Fuck, fuck. Yes yes yes." You whine out as you push your chest forward.
"Fuckin' hell. Thats it, baby." Harry groans as he watches the liquid drip from his hand and off your body onto the floor, "Never had anyone do that before."
He looks at you with a proud expression, "That was fucking perfect." His lips find their way to yours but he quickly kisses down your next and drops to his knees with a grunt, "need to see if you taste as sweet as you look."
He hooks his arms under your thighs, holding your shorts and panties to the side as he just goes for it. You throw your head back, moaning as you rest your hand on the back of his head, "Fuck, Harry."
He hums as he works his tongue in and out of your pussy, causing you to gasp and move your hips forward, "Shit, h-Harry."
Your legs lock over his shoulders and he has a tight grasp on your thighs keeping them spread as he devours you.
"I'm gonna cum.." you announce in a breathless whisper, "Shi-" you let out a loud moan, knocking stuff over as you grasp the edge of the desk.
Harry continues to eat you out through the high of your orgasm, causing your legs to shake and jolt with each time his nose bumps your clit.
He leans back, looking up at you as he continues to grip your thighs, "You taste heavenly, baby."
He moves one leg off your shoulder, kissing up to your knee as he sets it down and he gives your other leg the same treatment before standing up.
He slips his shirt off, now, you've seen Harry shirtless multiple times, but it never fails to take your breath away.
You lick your lips, still panting from the tap orgasms back to back, "You are so fucking hot."
He smirks as he pushes his sweats down, "Yeah?"
You nod and reach out for him to come closer. He smiles and moves in, resting his thumb and pointer on your chin, "Pretty sexy yourself, love."
You slip your fingers into the band of his boxers as he kisses you. You slowly pull them down and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping slowly as you make out.
"Gonna get it wet for me?" He asks smirking against your lips. You smirk back and nod, "Of course."
He steps back, helping you down off the desk before he rests against the desk. You kiss down his chest, over his torso, and down the one v-line until your chin rests on his cock.
You plant little kisses from the base of his cock to the tip and wrap your lips around. Harry is in awe watching you so what you're doing, he doesn't say another word.
He just moans, slightly loud as you start bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. His hand rests gently on the back of your head, but pushes every so often to tell you he wants you to take him all in.
You take a deep breath through your nose and relax as much as you can before sinking your head all the way down on him.
"F-fuck, thats.." he groans and tilts his head back, "That's it."
You pull off, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock from your bottom lip. He looks down, bringing his hand around to swipe it away, "Up."
You move to your feet and he pulls you into him, kissing you roughly as he spins you around, planting you on the edge of his desk, "Thought about this the moment I seen you throwing those punches."
You smile and bring one foot up to rest on the desk, "Mm." He pushes your shorts and panties to the side and nods, "You're a fucking natural out there."
His compliment makes you blush slightly but that's quickly forget as he slips the head of his cock past your folds and into you. You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder, "Harry."
He licks his lips before parting them, watching as his cock disappears inside of you fully. Your eyes roll shut and you moan out at him stretching you, "So big."
He smirks and grabs a handful of your hair, "You like that, huh?"
You try to nod, but the grip Harry has makes you unable to, "So fucking much."
He pulls his cock out slowly before thrusting back in, quickly building up to a harsh, but very pleasurable speed.
"Fuck." Harry groans and grips your throat with his other hand and pushes his cock fully into you, "You're going to make me cum."
That comment makes you feel incredible.
He shakes his head, smiling as he leans down to kiss you. His hand that's holding your hair, moves to hook under your thigh, bringing it up to his bicep.
He starts thrusting again, squeezing your throat slowly as he watches your face, "Does that feel good?" He rests his forehead against your temple and you whimper out a quiet, "Mhm."
"Where do you want me to cum?" He leans back, letting go of your neck, "I'm close." His thrusts slow down a little and you lay a hand on his arm that's holding your leg, "Mouth."
He moans as he pictures you on your knees, cum on your tongue and he pulls out, "Fuck, okay. Okay."
You move down to the floor, resting on your calves as you stick your tongue out, waiting for him. He jerks his cock a few times, moaning out as he watches it pool onto your tongue, sliding back towards your throat.
"Such a pretty girl." He breathes out and taps his cock on your lips as you close them to swallow. He stares down at you, smirking as you stick your tongue back out to show him that it's gone.
"Dirty girl, too." He smirks and rubs your cheek with his thumb, "Come on. I'll buy dinner tonight." He winks and helps you stand up.
He pulls you in by your waist and kisses you. You smile and laugh slightly against his lips, "Before we do that, I need to change."
"Oh yeah?" He chuckle, "Why's that?"
You roll your eyes and push his shoulder gently, "You know exactly why, Mr. Styles." You walk over and grab your bag, shuffling through to grab a new pair of panties and shorts, "Could have just taken them off."
He shrugs, "I'll take them off next time."
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Thank you for the request and thank you for being so patient. Hope you liked it!
hey! I’m new here and I’ve read a few of your one shots and wanted to request one! Can you do one with plane sex? And maybe with long hair Harry? I’m not sure if you’ve done one like that before but I’d love it if you did
Also can you make it as rough and dirty as possible haha
Hi! I have not done plane sex yet, and lhh just HAS to be the one for that.
Summary: anon request from Wattpad - “hi! can u do one where they are bf and gf during highscool (so fbh), and they've been teasing each other throughout the day (like sexting), and as soon as school finishes, they go to her house where they start to like yk fool around (maybe she gives him🧠), and her parents (mom/ dad, doesn't matter) walk in on them doing that, and then they give them the sex talk yk like how what they were doing works and stuff.”
Harry: Can't wait to lift that dress of yours up after school.
You're in the middle of history learning about a certain war, but you're far too focused on other things to really care about some war that happened way before you were even born.
You glanced up, making sure the teacher was still facing the board,
You: I've been thinking about doing some things to you as well, baby.
You rest your phone in your lap, trying to take notes, but the thought of Harry doing things to you makes your brain feel dizzy.
You feel the vibration and bite your lip,
Harry: I want to be in between those legs so fucking bad and that dress you're wearing only makes me ache for you more
You loved being worshiped by Harry. It's one of your favorite things about him. He truly only has eyes for you.
"Miss y/l/n. Why don't you tell the class the answer."
Your head shoots up and you gulp, "Um, sorry. What was that?"
The class laughs and you feel your face turning red. He sighs and repeats the question, "Which two countries were the first to declare war on Germany?"
You sit up and lean forward, "Britain and France."
He raises his eyebrows, slightly surprised that you knew the answer, "very good." He turns around and the bell rings, causing you to jump slightly.
"Alright so your homework tonight is.."
You tune out your teacher as you go back to finishing your message to your boyfriend,
You: You have no idea how bad I want you in my throat, choking me.
You lock your phone and drop it into your bag before standing up. You go to walk out of the room and your teacher calls your name, "Y/N. A word please."
You sigh and slowly walk over to his desk, knowing you're going to get warned about texting during class.
"I hope whoever you were texting was worth missing out on learning what's going to be on Thursdays test." He leans back in his chair and you freeze.
You need to pass this test or you won't graduate, according to the guidance counselor, "I'm sorry, Mr. Keys. I promise I'll pass that test with flying colors."
He nods, "I believe it when I see it." He motions for you to leave the room and you can't help but laugh it off quietly as you leave.
——
You smile as you see Harry sitting at the table, "Hey." You lean down and kiss him before sitting next to him, "So I got yelled at for texting in class."
He raises his eyebrows, "Y/n. I told you not to get in trouble."
You lean in, taking one of his fries off his tray, "Worth it if you ask me."
He sighs, "Baby you need to pa-"
You lean in, whispering, "Maybe I need a good punishing."
He shifts around in his seat, "Baby.." he tilts his head as he fixes his beanie, "Don't say stuff like that." You smile and roll your eyes playfully, "Is that better than me sending you a picture of my boobs in the bathroom?"
He tilts his head side to side and sighs, "You got me there."
You laugh and glance at your history book, "I do need to study for Thursdays test." You look back at Harry and he has a smirk on his face, "I'll come over to help you study."
"Help me study.. alright." You smile and shake your head, "Don't think we'll be studying but you know, whatever works."
He wraps and arm around your waist as he slides his tray away, "Open it. We can get the studying out of the way now."
——
Last class of the day and you can tell that Harry is desperate for you at this point.
Harry: I can't even blink without seeing you on my dick. School needs to just end already
Thankfully, your last class of the day was a study hall and Mrs. Baker didn't really give a fuck what you did as long as you were quiet.
You: Soon baby then your thoughts will come true
Harry: Yours too. I'm shoving my dick down that beautiful little throat of yours
His words make you press your thighs together and you walk up to Mrs. Baker, "I'm running to the restroom real quick."
She glances up and motions for you to go without saying a word. You quickly make your way to the bathroom.
You go into the stall, locking it behind you before unbuttoning the top part of your dress and taking a picture to send to Harry.
You wait a few moments before seeing his chat bubbles pop up,
Harry: Such a dirty girl, sending me pictures like this while we're in school. Maybe I will have to punish you.
His words excite you,
You: you can do whatever you want, just wait until after I choke on your dick for a little bit
You button up your dress and walk out, fixing yourself before making your way back to class.
Harry absolutely loves when you talk about sucking him off, and you love doing it.
——
You can't help but smile as you make your way to Harry who is standing right by your locker.
"There she is." He holds his arm out and leans down to kiss you, "my dirty girl."
His words make you blush as you unlock the lock to put your books in, "Here I am." You look over at him and smile as you notice he's just staring at you.
"What?" You ask as you get ready to close your locker, but Harry holds it open and nods towards your books, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
You sigh as you grab your History book and give it to him, "I'm sick of seeing this thing." He shuts your locker and slings his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the parking lot, "I know. I know."
——
When you pull up to your house, no one is home so you look at Harry with a huge smirk, "You know what that means."
He chuckles as he shuts his car off and gets out to come open your door. You step out and he reaches in the back to grab your guy's school items.
"Yeah, we get a quiet house to study in." He winks as he shuts the door and you laugh, "Yeah, okay."
You walk in the door, yelling out a slightly loud, "Mom? Frankie?" You look around, waiting for someone to answer but no one does so you and Harry make your way up stairs to your room.
You shut the door and make your way over to him, straddling him, "I'll take that punishment now."
He smirks up at you as his hands slip under your dress, "Will ya now?" He hums as you lean down to kiss his neck. You leave little nips and bites as you kiss down to his collar bone.
He gasps slightly as you suck a small mark onto it, "Baby." He moans lowly and slides a hand to your hair, pulling as he tilts your head back.
Your lips part as he looks at you, "I want that mouth on my dick."
You smile and nod, "Okay." You move down onto the floor in front of him, undoing his belt and jeans as he watches your every move intently.
You rub your hand over the bulge in his boxers before he lifts hip to shrug them down to his thighs. You rise up slightly as you take his dick in your hand, pumping it in a slow fashion.
"C'mon now, baby." He rests a hand on the back of your head and pushes down slightly, "Please?" He pushes his bottom lip forward in an attempt to fake pout but you just laugh, "Alright. Alright."
You build up as much spit as you can within a few seconds and lower your head. You take the tip of his dick into your mouth and suck as you move your tongue over it.
"Oh fuck, baby." Harry moans out as he tilts his head back, sighing at finally getting what he's thought about all day long.
What you teased him about all day long.
"Yeah, baby. That's it." He groans as you work your way down his dick, "C'mon baby. Take it all."
He pushes your head down as you dig your nails into his thighs. You gag on him slightly as he slips into your throat, "F-fuck." He gasps and holds your head there for a few more seconds.
"Shit." He breathes as you lean back. You smile while breathing heavy and go back in for more.
Harry laughs breathless as you take him back into your throat, with more ease than before, "Just like that. Shit."
He looks down, lips parted as he watches your head bob up and down, "So good at taking my dick deep in your throat, fuck."
He strokes your hair as you're busy working on trying to get him off before your parents get home, but it's too late for that.
"S-shit. Baby, I-" The door to your bedroom opening cuts Harry off, "Hey sweetie.." Your moms voice causes your to scramble to your feet, "I saw ha- oh, shit. Oh my god."
She slams the door and you look at Harry who has his lap covered with a pillow, "Fuck." You lay a hand on your forehead and Harry starts to laugh after a few moments of absolute silence.
"This isn't.. it's not.. Harry." You whine as you sit next to him, "My mom just walked in on me giving you a blow job."
After you said it, you had to laugh, "Oh.. my god.. my mom just walked in.. on me.. giving you a blow job.." you cover your face and Harry stands up and quickly pulls his jeans back up.
"I'm sure it happens to everyone." He sits back down next to you and rubs your back, "But I'm going to just climb out the window and I'll see you tomorrow."
He stands up, but your mom is calling both of your names.
"Fuck." You both say in unison.
"What do we do?" Harry asks in a panicky tone. You shrug, "I don't fucking know. I didn't think she-"
"Y/n. Harry." Your mom calls again and you sigh, "Maybe she'll just tell us to lock the door." You shrug, trying to stay as positive as you could.
But you were shitting your pants, let's be honest.
"Okay. Let's just go see what she wants and then.." you trail off and look at the window, "Actually, your plan is better let's g-"
Harry grabs your waist and pulls you to him, "It'll be fine. Let's not jump to any conclusions." He laughs at his own pun and you push his shoulder as you try not to laugh.
"Come on. It'll be fine." He kisses your head and you slowly make your way down the steps, Harry following close behind.
"Mom?" You call out and she steps out from the kitchen, "Sit on the couch. I'll be out in a minute."
You and Harry make your way over to the couch and sit on opposite ends, just to please your mom. You look over at Harry and fight back laughter.
"Okay." Your mom comes out, shutting you both up instantly and you watch as she walks around to sit on the table in front of you both.
"So.." she pauses and stares at the ground for a few seconds before looking at you, "I was your age when I started.. doing those things.. so I can't really yell at you, but what I can do is give you the talk."
You groan, "Mom."
She sighs, "Look I know you probably already know about all that stuff, but this is for my own reasoning. Condoms. Please. Use. Condoms."
"Mom.. we haven't done that."
She sighs and lays a hand on her chest, "Oh thank god." She looks up at Harry, "I love you, Harry. But I don't love you enough to see you stuff so just.."
Harry holds his hand up, "Got it."
You look over at Harry and back to your mom, "Mom. We're being safe. I promise. And when the time comes, we'll still be safe."
She takes a deep breath and exhales, "For the love of god just please, please please please.."
"Use condoms." You and Harry say at the same time and she nods, "Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go have some wine and try to forget what I saw."
She gets up and walks back into the kitchen. You look at Harry and lean in, "She probably has that bottle gone by now."
He laughs and shakes his head, "I would too if I was her and just walked in on that."
You and Harry get up and start making your way up ye steps when your mom yells from the kitchen, "Door open, please!"
You bite your lip and look over at the door then Harry. He purses his lips together and shakes his head, "Too risky." He says quietly and you smirk, "Sounds like a challenge to me."
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Im sorry for not getting these requests out right away, but I'm going to get them out asap.
hi im sorry to bother you but i wanted to know if you were still interested in making the plane one shot i requested a little while back, i know you have your own life outside of writing so im sorry if it seems like im rushing you
You’re okay! I’ve been on my Louis account working on that fic, but I’m back on this one for a little so I’ll get it out soon!
Summary: A Wattpad request by Golden_KiwiStyles - "could you do a dirty one shot where Harry sees his sisters best friend at a bar and they both try to resist each other but eventually give in and have rough sex in the bathroom please?"
You stood by the bar, waiting your first drink as you looked around, watching the bar fill in with people.
You were supposed to meet Gemma, but she's not here yet. You were honestly starting to get a little anxious. That was until you see her brother walk in with his group of friends.
You spun around quickly, trying to avoid him seeing you. But you inevitably fail.
"Hey stranger."
You look over at him slowly and smile, "Hey Harry." You tilt your head, "Have you heard from Gem? She was supposed to meet me here, but I haven't been able to-"
"Hey. Sorry I'm la- Harry." Gemma steps between you two and turns to look at him, "What are you doing here?"
Harry chuckles as he shrugs, "Same thing you're doing." His eyes move to you, "Out having some fun."
You bite your lip and grab your drink as the bartender sets it down, "Well.. I ordered you a drink, too, so.." You hand Gemma the other glass and start to walk away.
"God, he is so annoying." Gemma says before taking a sip of her drink, "Sorry about him. I didn't know my brother was going to be here or else we could have we-"
"Let's dance." You cut her off, "Harry is with his pals. I'm with you. It works out."
She laughs, "Yeah, you're right." She finishes her drink, "I need another one." You laugh and finish yours, "Same."
You walk up to the bar, standing behind Gemma as she orders your drinks. You feel eyes on you from across the room, and you instantly know it's Harry.
You try not to give in, try not to look, but you fail. Your eyes meet his and his stare sends chills down your spine.
Chills of excitement caused by the thought of knowing that you both know that you shouldn't.
Harry should be considered off limits, and that's fine and all, but you could cut the sexual tension like a pie and serve it on a plate.
It's that bad.
No one else seems to pick up on it, which is good, because you really don't want to ruin your friendship with Gemma, and she's already said how weird it would be if you two got together.
So that's why you flirt low key. You let him know that he gets to you, but you get to him, too, but you both do nothing about it.
"Here you go." Gemma snaps you from your stare off with Harry and you laugh, "Thanks."
She looks around and scoffs, "Why is he staring at us." She flicks Harry off and shakes her head with a laugh, "Weirdo."
You laugh and bite down on your straw, slightly nervous.
"Alright. Let's go dance." She grabs your arm and pulls you onto the dance floor.
——
A few drinks in and you and Gemma are both feeling pretty good.
Womanizer by Brittany Spears starts to play and you look at Gemma wide eyed as you see if she's thinking the same thing.
And she is.
You and Gemma came up with a dance for it a long time ago, and now all eyes are on you are you and her do said dance.
Harry's always loved when you did it, basically because you put the show on for him. It's very ironic that this song plays the same night you and him are in the same bar.
Everyone claps when you're done and you laugh and hang onto Gemma as you both walk back up to the bar. Your eyes move around as you wait for your drink to be made.
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you see Harry bent over a pool table and celebrate when he sinks his shot.
You tilt your head, your drunken state really letting those thought run wild.
What if Harry bent you over that pool table?
"Y/n.. y/n."
You blink and look at Gemma, "Yeah, what? Sorry." You laugh and she laughs because you're laughing.
You take the glass from her hands and start to chug it, because you've made up your mind and you're getting what you've wanted for so long.
Or so you thought.
"Hello, gals. Having fun?" Harry asks as he leans over the bar, raising his hand to get the bartenders attention.
"Well we were." Gemma sighs, "Can't you find another bar to hang out at?"
"You're not driving home are you?" Harry raises his eyebrows at her and you can't help but hide your smirk because you know she's going to mock him.
"You're not driving home are y- Do you really think I'm that stupid?" Gemma crosses her arms and tilts her head at him. He shakes his head, "No, but I just thought you needed to be reminded."
She rolls her eyes but gasps, "Oh my gosh, there's Kaylie." She steps out and waves, "Kay!" She looks at you, "I'll be back."
She walks away, leaving you and Harry alone.
"She won't be back." Harry chuckles as he turns towards you and you roll your eyes, "Well I'll just go follo-" as you walk by him, he grabs your arm gently.
You stop and look at his hand on your arm.
"Now's our chance, darling." His words are enough to convince you, but you value your friendship with Gemma more.
"Harry." You shake your head and look up at him, "We can't."
He lets go of your arm and sighs, "I know, but you know where to find me." He grabs his drink and just as he's about to walk away he leans in and his voice is low, "I know things will change, "
Neither one of you has never initiated anything. Which is good for Gemma, but both for you and Harry.
You want the same thing. Each other. Even if it's just one time, but you just cant ever bring yourself to doing anything with him.
You close your eyes as you feel his presence move away from your body, and you take a calming breath before walking up to Gemma and Kaylie.
"Oh Kay, this is Y/N." She points to you and then back to Kaylie, "Y/n. This is Kay, or Kaylie." You smile and nod, "Hi, how are you?"
She nods and smiles, "I'm good." She leans in and points, "I didn't know you brought him with." Your eyes follow to where she's pointing and it lands directly on Harry at the pool table.
"Oh god no." Gemma laughs as she brings her glass to her lips, "He came here on his own. I would have left if I knew he was going to stay here. Usually he bar hops."
You felt a slight jealousy, almost like Harry was yours to be jealous over, but he wasn't, so you tried to shake it off.
"I might have to go say hi." Kaylie bites her lip and lays a hand on Gemma's arm, "Catch you later?" Gemma nods, "Well be here until close."
At this point you were ready to go home, but you also didn't want to just leave. You wanted to see if Harry would give Kaylie the time of day.
Gemma always talked Harry up as one of the players, but you knew deep down she was just saying that to keep you away from him.
You move to the bar and sit and where you say, gave you a straight shot at watching Harry play pool. You sit up straighter when you see Kaylie walk up behind him and drag a hand across his back.
He looks over at her, but his face changes, almost like he was expecting someone else.
He looks around until his eyes meet yours and he does that nose scrunch thing when he's up to no good.
You've been around him long enough, so you would know.
He lays the cue stick on the table and rests his hand on the edge, leaning against it as he talks to her. He knows you want him, and you know he wants you, but you're just playing hard to get, as he has said multiple times before.
But so is he, in your book at least.
You shake your head slightly at him, but your attention moves to Gemma once she starts talking, "Do you think we can walk down to the.. the.. oh what's it called.. the bar there on the corner down there."
You laugh slightly, "Can you make it that far?" You joke, but you don't think you could even make it that far either. She laughs and shakes her head, "Yeah, no. Might as well just stay here so Michael knows where to get us. My phone died like two minutes ago."
"Oh, well i have mine and it's.." you check your phone and see a text from Harry, which distracts you from checking your battery percentage.
Harry: Does me talking to her make you jealous?
"Y/n. What happened?" Gemma taps the bar in front of you and you look up, "Huh? Sorry my uh, I got an email from work."
You bring your phone out and text Harry back,
You: Not even a little bit.
You slip your phone back into your pocket and sigh, "It can wait until tomorrow. But yeah, my phone is um.." you bring it out to check, "thirty four, so we should be good."
Harry: That look on your face says otherwise, babe.
You roll your eyes and put your phone away, "I need another drink." Gemma leans in, "Are you okay? Your whole mood just changed."
You sigh and finish your drink, "Work is planning on firing fourteen people and they didn't say who so.." you lie as you set my empty glass down and the bartender comes over, "Another?"
"Two please." You smile and look at Gemma, "One's for you, don't worry."
She nods and Kaylie comes back over, "What's your brother's issue?" Gemma looks at her, "What?" Kaylie sighs, "I literally tried everything, and he doesn't seem interested."
You hide your smirk by looking down, "I'm going to run to the bathroom quick, I'll be right back." You smile at them and Gemma nods back, "I'll keep your drink safe."
"Thank you!" You make your way through the crowd, seeing Harry in flashes as people move in your line of sight. You get closer, and he's gone.
You shake your head, laughing at yourself as you go to push open the door to one of the bathrooms.
"Hey."
You stop and turn slowly, "What the fuck was that?" Harry chuckles as he walks closer, "What was what?" You roll your eyes and push the door open and Harry follows you inside, "Don't be like that."
You turn around and watch as he flicks the lock. He turns around and rests his back against the door, "I'm waiting."
"And I'm just trying to pee, Harry. What are you doing in here?" You cross your arms and stare at him, fighting the urge to let him take you right here right now.
"I'm just seeing if you're doing okay." He scrunches up his nose again and you fight back a smile, but fail, "Harry. We can't."
He shrugs, "Can't what?" He tongue slowly runs across his lower lip and you sigh, "Gemma doesn't wa-"
"I've waited long enough, y/n." He stands up from leaning on the door, "Fuck what she says."
He raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to say something. You just stare at him and when he goes to say something but you rush towards him, crashing your lips onto his.
His hands immediately settle into your waist, backing you up so he can lift you onto the small counter area.
"Quick." You mumble against his lips and he nods, "Anything for you."
"You're drunk." You whisper out as you undo the button on your jeans. He chuckles as he undoes his own and shrugs, "So are you."
You smirk as you scoot your pants down and take one leg out, still leaving your panties on, "I'll still remember this tomorrow."
He steps closer and spits in his hand, reaching down to coat his cock in it before he pulls your panties to the side, "Promise you won't hate me?"
You smirk, "I won't if you're rough with me. Now hurry before I change my mind."
He smirks and pushes the tip of his cock in. A low groan escapes his lips as you tilt your head down, moaning quietly as you watch his cock go in.
"Fuck, why haven't we done this sooner?" He rests his forehead on yours and reaches up to tilt your chin up so he can kiss you.
His hand slides around and up the back of your head, gripping your hair tight so he can tilt your head back to watch your face. His thrusts are fast yet so full of pleasure.
You tilt your head back, moaning out, "Fuck. Harry."
He groans lowly as he kisses your neck, "quiet, baby girl." He sucks a mark into your neck and you're too into the moment to realize.
Your moans are getting to be a little loud, so he lets go of your hair and slaps a hand over your mouth, pressing his hand to your mouth slightly harder, "Fuck, don't ruin this for us."
You squeeze your eyes tight as you clench your walls around his cock. He grips your chin, "Look at me."
You whimper quietly and open your eyes. He smirks at you, whispering in a low, demanding tone, "Cum for me."
You grip his shirt and pull, wrapping your right leg around his waist as he holds a tight grip on your left thigh. He slides his hand down to your neck, squeezing hard as he rests his head against yours.
Your moans sound like wheezes from how hard he's squeezing and your eyes roll back as he talks, "I fucking dream of you." He drags his nose up the side of your face, "and this pussy.. fuck."
He groans lowly and that sends you over the edge. You moan against his hand as you cum around his cock. You pull his body in to yours with your leg and that was enough for him too.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you and your eyes go wide. You look at him worried, but you secretly loved it.
"Now it's mine." He breathes out as he slowly releases his grip on your neck, "Who's is it?"
You look at him, your legs shaking and chest rising and falling quickly from the earth shattering orgasm you just had, "Yours." You croak out quietly, "I'm yours now."
And you can't help but smile.
"Damn right." He pulls out, grabbing paper towel from the dispenser and handing some to you so you can clean off. You slide down off of the counter and put your jeans back on, "Not a word."
He fixes himself and walks up behind you as you're fixing your makeup in the mirror, "Wouldn't want to ruin this for next time." You look at him in the mirror and he winks, "My lips are sealed."
You turn around and look up at him, "Next time? Who said-"
He leans down and presses his lips to yours gently, "I promise. Not a word." He leans back and nods towards the door, "You go out first."
You nod and run a hand through your hair, smiling up at him as you're so happy that finally happened, "Okay."
You turn to walk away but quickly turn back to him to kiss him. His hands pulls you closer, wanting to go again, but you lean back, "Until next time."
He smirks as he watches you leave the bathroom and you make your way back to Gemma and Kaylie. Trying not to give it away that you just fucked her 'off limits' brother in the bar bathroom.
"Shit, there you are." Gemma slides the full drink over to you and you take a sip, "Was I gone that long?" She shakes her head, "No not really. I just got lonely."
"Hey." Kaylie says chiming in. Gemma laughs, "No I didn't mean- y/n?" She leans in, "What's that?" She goes to move your hair and you internally freak out.
"What's what?" You look around and she stops you, "Hold on." She presses her finger to the hickey on your neck and you lean back and swallow, "That's old."
"No it's not. Who gave that to you?" Gemma looks around and you sigh, "Okay. Okay." You lean in, "One of Harry's friends came up to me and I thought you know what..."
Her mouth drops, "You had sex in the bathroom?!"
"Oh my god, no no." You laugh and sigh, "Just a quick little make out while I waited in line for the bathroom to open up."
"Which one was it? Was it Harry?" Kaylie leans in, and you try your best not to roll your eyes. Gemma laughs, "Oh god no. Harry would never. I told him she's off limits because that's just too weird."
Kaylie looks at me and back to Gemma, "Really?"
Gemma nods, "Mhm." She smirks and leans in, "So who was it? Was it Niall? I love Niall, he's a cutie."
You bite your lip and shrug, "what's that saying about how you shouldn't ever kiss and tell?"
——
I think this leaves the possibility for a part 2.. So with that being said, what should I do as apart 2?
Harry and y/n almost get caught by Gemma? Or should I do one where Gemma says something to Harry about Niall and y/n?
I'm going to combine them both.
Part 2 will be posted soon. Thank you for reading! ♡
Summary: Y/N fills in for Mitch for a few shows and gets sick of how much of an asshole Harry is and calls him out on it. But the situation turns, and goes in a completely different way.
NOT EDITED / NOT A REQUEST
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, oral (both), hair pulling, just absolute filth
I know that Harry isn't an asshole, but writing about him being one is so fuckin hot. Enjoy ♡
CURRENT HARRY
Mitch took some time off, along with Sarah, so you're his fill in.
You couldn't lie, you loved Harry. His music, his performances, everything. You were absolutely excited, until you started getting direct messages from other famous people, staring you need to prepare yourself for how much of an asshole he really is.
That surprised you. Majorly.
You never saw Harry ever being labeled like that. He's always so nice and kind. You always say never judge a book by its cover, but there's truly only one way to find out and that's to see it for yourself.
——
Harry was fine for the first few days.
He hugged you when you met him for the first time. He went over the music with you. He seemed like what you thought.
But you were so wrong.
It wasn't until you asked him to go over the one section of Kiwi with him before the one show. You honestly just wanted to make sure it was right so this didn't happen on stage.
"Jesus Christ, y/n. You should know this bloody song by now." He sighs and steps back.
You clench your jaw and press your fingers into the body of your guitar, "I just wanted to make sure it was right."
"Yes. Yes. It's fucking right, okay. Now go. Please." He motions towards the door as he walks into bathroom.
You flick him off as he slams the door but quickly drop it as the door opens, laughing to yourself as you walk towards the door.
"You're still here." He says with disgust.
"Not anymore than I need to be." You go to walk out but stop as he says your name, "What?" You say plainly.
"Come here."
You feel like it's a trick but you can't help but to go to him. You slide your guitar onto your back and sigh as you stop, "What?" You repeat as you tilt your head and look up at him.
He grabs the bag he keeps his rings in and you know exactly where this is going. You roll your eyes and hold your hands out.
He raises his eyebrows and parts his lips, "Ah, look at you being a good girl and knowing what to do."
His tone is mocking as he gently dumps the ring into your hands, "Figured.. since you were here.."
He looks at you and you look at him.
"I'd used you for something, right?"
You relax your face and tilt your head, "Not like I'm the guitarist in your band right now or anything, but okay."
You can tell it strikes a nerve when you cock off to him.
You low key enjoy that.
"Cat got your tongue?" You smirk slightly and he shakes his head, laughing as he finishes putting his last ring on.
You drop your hands and wait for him to speak.
"I just don't want to hurt your feelings. I actually do care." He looks at you and nods towards the door, "That's all I needed you for."
You stare at him for a few seconds and slowly bring you hand up, flicking him off as you take a few steps back.
"You wish, sweetheart."
You shake your head, "I'm good without it."
——
Mid show, while Harry is interacting with the crowd, on your side of the stage of all places, you bump into your stool with your drink on it and it falls over.
You didn't really think anyone saw and it didn't get on anything but the stage.
You felt a chilling glare slowly creep upon you, and you knew exactly who to look at. Your eyes meet Harry's and honestly, he's very intimidating but you don't let him know that.
You force a smile and hold your hand up, wiggling your fingers at him. He shakes his head and walks to the other side of the stage.
The rest of the show, you were basically on Harry's shit list.
During one of the final songs, and as you're playing, Harry comes up to you and takes one of your in-ears out. He leans in, "I swear to fucking god, y/n. If you don't get your shit together, I'll fuck you so hard it'll ache to do the next show."
You didn't even hesitate, "Don't threaten me with a good time." You smile and bounce around to the best of the song that you're playing.
He scoffs and leaves you to put your own in-ear back in. You roll your eyes at the ground and look up, pretending that Harry didn't just make you hot and bothered.
You wave to the crowed and blow kisses right before exiting the stage.
You were on your post show high, you totally forgot about your incident on stage with Harry.
"Come on guys. We don't have another show for a few days. Let's go out!"
Everyone agrees to the band mates idea and your eyes meet Harry's. His stare feels like it's making everyone stare at you, but they're not.
"I don't know. I think some of us need to stay back and practice the music, that they should know by now." Harry shrugs, "Just a thought. But I'm down to go out."
You purse your lips, smirking as you try not to laugh, "Real funny Styles." You watch him as he walks into his dressing room to fetch his belongings.
You get reassurance from the others, nodding as you know you're doing great.
"He'll come around." You're told, but that's hard to believe.
——
After getting ready in the hotel, you meet the others down in the lobby.
"Wow, y/n. You look so good!"
"I love that dress."
"Thank you." You smile and sigh, "Are we ready?"
"Just waiting on Harry."
You roll your eyes, "Of course we are."
Harry walks down the steps and he honestly takes your breathe away. You get on your phone, scrolling on Instagram to distract yourself from the fact that Harry looks hot right now.
"Let's go." Harry motions to us as he walks right by, not even looking at you. You never thought Harry would go for you anyway, sometimes you wish he would just see you.
You follow them out, waiting to climb into the car with them. You finally reach the club and everyone files out and through the club door.
The lights are flashing and the music is blasting. Everyone is so laid back, drunk, but still laid back.
You walk up to the bar and smile at the bartender. He smiles and leans in, "Hello. What can I get you, gorgeous?"
You smile and bite your lip, thinking about what you want, "Umm. I think I'll just do a vodka cran, please."
He nods, "You got it, sweetheart."
You smile and look around, jumping slightly as you see Harry standing next to you, "Jesus, Harry. Fuck."
"Is that the only dress you had?" His voice is low, almost jealous sounding.
"What?" You shake your head and look up at him, "Did you ju-"
"Here you go. A vodka cran for the lady."
You turn and grab the glass, "Thank you. How much?"
"On the house." He winks and Harry scoffs, "Please."
"Excuse me?" The bartender leans in, unsure of what Harry said. Harry shakes his head and turns away, "You fuckin' heard me."
You fight back a smirk and sip on your drink, "Maybe you can come find out if this was the only dress I had."
And with that, you walk away with the last laugh.
For now.
——
After mingling and taking a few pictures with a few fans, you find yourself on the dance floor. You laugh and sing along, you're having a great time until a tall blonde comes up behind you.
You look up at him from over your shoulder, "Hi." You yell loudly so he can somewhat hear.
"Hello."
"Oh you're Irish?" You smile and raise your eyebrows, "I like that."
The four tequila shots have made you extra confident, obviously.
"Yeah?" He leans in, gripping your hips as you grind back onto him, "I can show you some other things you might like, if ya want."
Though his offer was tempting, you couldn't help but feel like you had to deny his request, "I need another drink." You laugh and make your way through the sea of dancing bodies.
You go to the bar, ordering another drink. The bartender continues to flirt, but you're not that drunk.
"Having fun?" Harry asks as he walks up behind you.
You look over at him and with being drunk, you're wobbly, so with every move, your dress creeps up just a little bit too high.
"Yeah. Are you?"
He shakes his head, "No. actually. I'm not."
You pout but can't help but laugh, "Aww. Poor baby. Not having a good time."
He rolls his eyes and clenches his jaw as the bartender comes back over, "So, you have any pl-"
"Yeah, no. We're not doing that. You're done." Harry takes the drink from your hands and walks you towards the exit.
You willingly go with him, anxious about what's to come.
He's probably going to yell, but at the same time, you were going to let him have a piece of your mind regardless.
"Get in." He says as he opens the door. You look at him, getting ready to put up a fight about not wanting to leave but he leans in, "Get in the fucking car, y/n."
You don't say a word. You just get in the car and watch him as he shuts the door. He walks around getting in the back with you.
"What is this? Some sort of intervention?" You look at him and he just stares at you.
You stare back and raise your eyebrows, "Why did you drag me out of that club, Harry?"
"I didn't drag you out. You willingly came with me, so don't even." He shakes his head and turns towards you, "You and I need to talk. We need to get along for everyone on this tour."
You look at him, having no idea what to say.
"So we're going to go back to the hotel and we're not going to come out until you and I know we can get along. Yeah?"
"I don't really have a choice, do I?" You look at him and he rests his arm on the back on the seat and smirks,, "Not unless you just want to leave and I can fi-"
You cut him off, "No. no. I'll do it then.. I guess."
——
It's silent the whole way up to his room. You feel like you could throw up and it's either from wondering what's going to happen with Harry or the alcohol.
"Go in." Harry says as he holds the door open for you. You walk in, crossing your arms as you get a chill.
"Maybe you wouldn't be cold if you wore something that covered more skin."
You laugh and turn around, "Are you jealous, Harry? What does my dress have to do with you anyway? Huh?"
"I couldn't have a good time because I was too busy worrying about whether my guitarist would get taken by some bloody weirdo." He finishes and stares at you, his chest rising and falling with anger.
"Is that.. all.. I am to you Harry?" You bite your lip and shift your weight to your other leg as you look at him, "Just your guitarist? Is that all you think of me as?"
He scrunches up his nose and tilts his head, sniffing as he crosses his arms, "You don't want me to answer that, y/n."
"Why?" You ask, very interested now, "What if I asked you nicely?" You steps towards him and his eyes move down to your bare legs and he stays silent.
"Please Harry?" You fake pout, pushing your bottom lip out as you get a little closer. He looks back up at you and goes to say something, but doesn't.
"Do I need to be an asshole like you? Demand you to tell me what I do badly want to hear?" You walk up to him, inches from his chest.
"You want to know what I think, y/n?" His voice is low and kind of intimidating, but thanks to the tequila, you hold your ground, "Yep."
He's silent for a few moments, keeping a straight, dark stare on your eyes, "I think about you."
You feel your heart skip and beat heavy in your chest,
"I think about why I'm so hard on you."
"You mean how much of an asshole you are." You cut in and roll your eyes. He scoffs, "This right here. I think about how you're not afraid to get yourself what you know you deserve."
Why is he being nice?
"But I also think about you just shutting the fuck up for two seconds."
There it is.
You go to say something but he cuts you off and his words make you freeze.
"I think about shoving my cock down your throat every time you run your mouth at me."
A shock runs through your body and you swallow.
"You piss me off, too fucking much."
"We can agree on the same thing for once." You tilt your head and subtly roll your eyes.
He smirks and shakes his head, waiting until you look back at him, "I think about fucking you until your legs ache so I'm with you everywhere you go because I fucking hate you." He grits his teeth and leans in as he says it.
"Fuck you." You go to walk away but his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you back into him quickly, "No. you're not going anywhere."
You give into him and he backs you up into the wall, "I hate you." He whispers as he lays a hand on your neck, "But I love you so fucking much."
His words make you go weak. You weren't expecting this.
Suddenly, you feel it too.
"I love you."
"Don't." He shakes his head and steps back, "Don't do that."
"Why?" You steps towards him and he holds his arm out, "I can't." He looks away from you and gently take his hand into yours, "Harry."
He lets your get halfway up his arm before he pushes you against the wall again, "I said.." he leans in and presses his lips to yours, "I can't."
"Why?"
"Just shut the fuck up for two seconds, shit."
He presses his lips to yours and you're quickly in a rough make out. His hands slide down, pulling your dress up to around your waist, "Just please." He says in a whimper tone.
"Fuck me. As hard as you want."
He moans against your lips and slides his fingers into your panties, "You're fucking soaked."
"Just for you."
He dips his fingers inside of you and you gasp, clenching around his fingers as he spreads them slightly.
"Fuck.. get on your knees." He takes his fingers out and starts to undo his pants as you drop down. You help him get his cock out, eager to have him in your mouth.
You pull his cock out and instantly take the head of it between your lips. A strangled groan escapes his lips and his hips buck forward, "Sh-it."
You smirk as you lean back, dipping your head down to drag your tongue up the under side of his cock. He places a hand gently on the back of your head, moaning out as you take as much of him in as you can.
You dig your nails into his thigh , squeeze your eyes shut as Harry holds your head still. His cock thrusts in and out of your throat, squelching and gagging sounds fill the room.
"Fuck. Get up here." Harry moans as he pulls you to your feet and turns you roughly. You stumble as he walks you backwards, keeping his lips on yours.
He holds you up, basically dragging you. Your arms are around his neck and stay around them as he lays you down. He pushes your legs apart and breaks from your grasp.
He moves down, not hesitating to finally get a taste of what drives him absolutely insane.
What makes him forget the lyrics to his own songs because he's so lost on watching your hands play your guitar, so well that he thinks you're better than him.
And he hates it.
He bites down on your clit, causing you to yelp out in pain, but still pleasure. Your hands move to grip onto his hair but he slaps your hands down on the bed, holding them down as he shoves his tongue into your soaked and needy hole.
"Fuck." You whine out and moan, digging your fingers into the bed. You push him closer with your leg and he seems to be okay with that.
He moans against you which sends chills up your body, "H-Harry." You whimper out as you clench around his tongue. He nods and moves back up to suck your clit.
He brings a hand up and dips his middle and ring finger into you, curling them up as you arch your back, "Y-yes.. Yesyes."
You lay your free hand on his head and move your hips , "fuck." You moan loudly as you cum, squeezing Harry's fingers as tight as you can, "Shit. Shit shit."
"Yeah that's it. Fuckin' cum for me." Harry leans up and starts thrusting his fingers faster, causing you to squirt. Your body tenses up and you moan loudly, whining out his name.
Harry groans as he watches your panties grow darker, tilting his head as he watches the liquid drip off his hand, "You're a fucking mess, baby."
You tilt your head up and look at him with a smile, "Only for you." You shrug and let your head fall back onto the bed.
You hear Harry take off his pants and you look up, greeted by his face coming close to yours, "I'm not pulling out."
You go to say something but he cuts you off by pushing his cock fully into you. You gasp, arching your back and whimpering as he slowly stretches you.
"Should've done this sooner." Harry smirks and tilts his head, "Your pussy hugs me, fuck." He groans and closes his eyes.
You lean your head up, presses your lips to his, "Fuck me." You whimper out, "Please move." He pushes his lips back onto yours as he slowly pulls out, muffling your moans with his mouth.
He slowly slides back in, a few more times before quickly picking up the speed.
"F-fuck." You moan out and pull yourself close to him. Harry buries his face into your neck, kissing it a few times before sitting up.
He pulls out, "Turn around." He motions for you to move and you look at him confused before he sighs, "Just get on your knees."
You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's doing, and get on your knees, facing away from him.
He doesn't want to look at you, or so you think.
He lays a hand on your shoulder before slowly bending you over, keeping his other hand on your hip to keep your ass up.
He leans back, taking his cock and rubbing it up and down your slit before slowly slipping it back in. You moan out, pushing your hips back to get him in quicker.
He lets out a moan and slides a hand up your back, gently taking a handful of your hair. He leans down, pushing his cock into you a little bit more which makes you moan out.
He nips your ear before asking in a quiet tone, "Am I hurting you?"
You shake your head and turn to look at him, "No."
He leans back up and grips your hips with both hands, slowly thrusting in and out a few times. His fingertips dig into your skin, destined to leave small bruises.
You moan out and reach back to grab onto his wrist as his thrusts speed up. He takes your hand, pinning it to your lower back.
He looks down, examining how absolutely beautiful you look to him right now.
He bites his lip as his eyes trail to his cock slamming in and out of you. His face softens as he feel the urge to cum, "shit. I-I'm close."
You nod, your face pressed against the bed, "M-me too." You moan out and lift you head, moaning out curse words almost silently.
Your orgasm was coming on fast and you knew it was going to hit you hard.
"H-Harry." You gasp out and squeeze his cock, "fuck fuck."
"I love you." Harry moans out quietly, "fuck." He pushes his cock into you, leaning down to grab your chin. You turn, slightly caught off guard by his words, once again.
You thought you were just hearing things.
You gasp slightly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, "I love you."
He doesn't put up a fight when you say it this time. He just pulls you closer and nuzzles his nose against your cheek, "I wish it was this easy."
"But you hate me, remember." You tease slightly and gasp as he pulls out. Harry smirks and rolls you over onto your back.
You look up at him and he brushes hair from your face, "we just have to be sneaky."
You smile and walk your fingers up his arm, "So you me-"
"Don't push it." He nods towards the bathroom, "Now come shower with me."
Summary: Y/N brings Harry to her set where she's shootings a new movie and has to perform a scene that makes Harry very, very jealous [and an asshole].
"You're coming?!" You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Harry usually never has time to come to set with you since his tour is also happening.
"Dates lined up babe. I'm excited to come watch you do your thing." He walks over to you, who's still in bed, and sits down.
"Oh gosh. Now I'm nervous." You laugh, "If I mess up, you're going to have to leave."
He sighs, "Fine, but if you get nervous, just picture me in my underwear."
You look at him, "But, I think you're so sexy in your underwear."
He shrugs and laughs while shaking his head, "Then I don't know what to tell you, but come on. We're going to be late."
He pulls the covers off of you and you groan, "Okay. Fine."
——
Harry sits in the corner, observing your hair and makeup being done. He smiles when Michelle spins you towards him.
"What?" You ask with a shy smile.
He shakes his head, "You just look very pretty."
You smile and Jill leans forward, "Thank you, Harry." He smiles and nods, "Yes, Jill. You did a very nice job."
"Hey, y/n." The director, Lance, walks in, "You have a second?"
You look up at him, "Yep, what's up?" He glances towards Harry and back at you, "Listen, I want to cha- we'll, I want to add something to the scene we're shooting today."
"Okay?" You close your eyes for Jill to apply some more eyeshadow.
"I think you and Chris should do the sex scene."
You see Harry tense up behind him and you sigh, "Lance, I already told you I'm no-"
"I talked to him and he agrees that this will make the movie.." Lance cuts you off, "You'd just need to ta-"
"She said no." Harry says standing up.
Lance chuckles and you glance at Jill and Michelle. Jill nods and she leaves quickly, probably to get security.
"Listen, Harry. I don't care if you're in the biggest boy band of the world. You're not in my movie." Lance turns back towards you and Harry moves in between you and him.
You look up at Harry and sigh, "Lance, give me a minute."
"I'll give you five."
You wait for Lance to leave before looking up at Harry, "Let me talk to him okay. I talked him down once I can talk him down again."
Harry stares down at you for a few seconds before he blinks and shakes his head, "I'm not comfortable with it either."
You already made up your mind, you were just trying to find the right time to tell Harry.
Waiting until the day you're supposed to shoot it was definitely not it.
"Let me talk to him."
——
A little while later, you make your way back to Harry.
"So? Did he give you any issue?" Harry asks standing up and walking over to you. You sigh quietly and decide that right then and there you're telling him.
"You're doing it?" Harry steps back, his jealous anger becoming more obvious, "Why do yo-"
"Because if I don't, then I'm fired, Harry. I need this role." You blurt out, "I don't have to take anything off. I just have to act like I do."
"And you have to act like you have sex." He snorts and rolls his eyes.
"What? That's funny?" You cross your arms and tilt your head, "Mr. Styles, you sound so jealous right now."
He shakes his head, "No."
"You most certainly do and honestly.." you walk over to him, "It's very hot."
You see him glance at you but still doesn't work.
You run your hand up his torso, "Only you know what I sound like in bed." You move around to press your chest against his back, "Only you know the right buttons to push."
You can feel his muscles flex under your touch and you move around to the front of him, looking up at you slide your hands down to the loops of his pants, "Your dick is the only dick I ever want inside of me."
He grabs you and pushes you back against the wall, "I'm going to be so pissed."
"So take it out on me after." You bite your lip and smirk up at him.
"You're going to drive me absolutely insane." He smirks and shakes his head, "I love you."
"I love you." You pull him into you and kiss him. A knock on the door cuts it short, "y/n. Are you ready?"
You keep your eyes on Harry's as you answer, "Yep. Be right there."
"It's all.." you lean in and kiss him, "just.." you kiss him again, "Pretend."
He nods, "I know. It's just another man touching you... kissing you... I know it's work but it doesn't mean I don't want to strangle him."
You sigh, "I love you."
He smirks and sighs, "I love you." He pulls you forward and smacks your ass gently, "Now let's go."
——
It took a little bit to film the first little bit before the big scene. Chris kept messing up his lines, making everyone frustrated.
"Alright. Chris. My man. Let's get this shot in one go alright. I don't want to make y/n do this anymore than she already doesn't want to." Lance looks at you, "If at any point you want to call it quits, we can call in a double, right?"
You nod and take a deep breathe, "Thank you."
Maybe you should bring Harry along more often, because if Harry wasn't here, Lance probably wouldn't have said anything about a double.
He nods and turns, "Alright! Everyone in your places, please."
You make your way up to set and stand on your first mark, awaiting instruction.
"Y/n. Chris is going to come in, you're going to say your lines and then Chris, you're just going to lift her and take her to the bed. Got it?" Lance says through the unnecessary megaphone.
"Yeah."
"Got it."
You look at Harry and give him a reassuring smile. His face is set in stone, not happy about this all over again. He tries to smile back but his jealously is overpowering everything else right now.
"Action!"
"You know, I was thinking. Maybe we can have Sunday dinners here at the new house, Paul." You turn towards Chris who is closing the door, "Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Yeah.. yeah." He nods and throws his jacket on the chair, "You know what else would be nice?"
"What, sweetie?" You take your earring out and look at him. He smiles and shakes his head, "Taking a child with next year."
You freeze as intended and slowly smile, "You mean?"
Chris walks over to you and lifts you up, taking you over to the bed as you laugh, "Paul. Paul. What are you doing?"
Your mind can't help but wander to how Harry is doing.
You stay in the role, pretending to take your bottoms off.
The whole thing was only awkward because Harry was watching you pretend to have sex with another, very popular actor.
——
"And cut!"
"You did good." Chris smiles down at you. You laugh and sigh, "I hope that was good enough."
He nods as he stands up, "it was. If not he'll have to deal." He tosses you your shirt and walks away. You get out of the bed and make your way over to Harry.
His eyes follow chris as he makes his way down the hall and you gently grip his chin and turn his head towards you.
His eyes are dark. You can't tell if it's from the hatred he feels or if it's lust towards you.
"Hey." You smile slightly and lean in, "Come on." You grab his hand and pull him with you. Halfway down the hallway, something takes over Harry and he drags you into your dressing room.
You stumble behind him, still hanging onto his hand, "Whoa, baby. Hey." He shuts the door with slam, obviously not giving a shit.
He grabs your waist and backs you up into the wall, pinning you against it, "Just.." he groans lowly as he pushes his growing-hard cock against your thigh, ".. need you right now."
"Use me." You look up at him slowly as you bite your lip.
"Knees."
You drop down to your knees and look up at him. He presses one hand against the wall and looks down at you, raising his eyebrows to indicate that you're doing the work.
You rise up slightly and slowly undo his jeans.
"Faster." He mumbles out, eyes still glued to your face, "And don't tease."
You nod once and focus on pulling him from his boxers. A slight hiss escapes his lips as you quickly press your lips to the head of his leaking cock?, "Shit."
You smirk slightly and part your lips, taking him into your mouth.
"All the way." Harry presses his other hand against the back of your head.
Thankfully, you built up enough spit, which coats him quickly. You relax as best you can and force your head down, gagging as he hits the back of your throat.
"Yeah." Harry moans out, "That's it, baby."
You squeeze your eyes shut and moan as he tangles his fingers into your hair. He pulls your head back, giving your a minute to breathe.
His hand moves from your hair to grip your chin, "Look at me, y/n." He tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him.
"A mess." He smirks and shakes his head, "I love you like this."
"Only for you."
"Only for me."
He nods towards the big chair in the corner of the room, "Undress and sit."
You scramble to your feet and walk over to the chair, taking off your pants and shirt. You stand still, slowly slipping your panties over your ass.
Harry fixes his pants and stops, licking his lips as you expose your pussy to him. He watches you turn around and sit down, naked on the seat.
He grabs another chair and sits a little bit away a from you, "Play with yourself."
"Did you lock the door?"
"Does it matter?" He shrugs and tries to hide a smug smirk.
"Kinda."
He raises an eyebrow, "I don't think you're in the right place to catch an attitude, sweetheart."
You bite your lip and tilt your head, "Why? Are you going to punish me even harder?"
He nods a few times slowly, "Mm." He stands up, making his way over to the door and checking the lock, "Locked."
You watch him as he walks back over to the chair and sits without saying another word. You lean back, bringing your feet up onto the chair.
You spread your legs and press your hand over your pussy. You push two fingers in past your folds and spread around your wetness.
Harry shifts around in the seat before he pushes his pants down his thighs. You push two fingers in and Harry gets his cock out, matching his stroke to the speed of your fingers going in and out of your pussy slowly.
"Faster." He groans out.
You spread your legs open more, moaning out quietly as you speed up the motion of your fingers.
"Quiet."
Harry's voice makes you freeze and you look at him confused.
"Not. One. Sound. Keep going."
You decided not to argue. You needed him and that would only buy him more time to not replace your fingers with his cock.
You nod and bite you lip as you build up to the speed you stopped at. You have never wanted to moan so bad.
Harry controlling you was such a turn on, you already feel your orgasm rushing in. You place a hand over your mouth as you squeeze your arm with your thighs.
Harry watches as you cum quietly. You dig your heels into the chair, turning as you slowly start to relax. You drop your hand from your mouth as you look over at him.
He has a smile resting on his lips, "Stand up and turn around."
You stand up and spin around, getting on your knees before leaning over. You look at him from over your shoulder and he starts walking towards you.
"You make a sound and we're done. Got it?"
You nod and he grips your hips, squeezing as he pulls you back to meet his hips. You bite down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as he rubs the head of his cock slowly against your folds.
You couldn't tease him, but he can tease you.
And you hate when it's like this.
But you love it at the same time.
"Who makes you feel the best?" Harry asks, "Hmm?" You keep your lips pressed together as you look at him, unsure of whether it's a test or not.
"You can spe-."
"You do." The words instantly leave your lips. You push your hips back, hoping to get his cock into you.
He hums quietly and slides a hand down to slip two fingers into you, "We're you this wet when you were filming that scene?"
"No."
"Mm. You didn't think of me?" Harry slowly slides his fingers in and out, curling them.
"I-I did." You try your best not to moan, "I did."
He pulls his fingers out and rubs your slick over his cock, "Not another sound." He slides his cock into you, a little quicker than normal.
You rest your head on the back of the chair and clench around him. He groans out and pulls your hips back onto him.
The pressure of his cock is just right and it makes you want to scream. You dig your nails into the couch, kind of angry you can't make any noise.
"Move, baby." Harry squeezes your hips then let's go, waiting for you to start moving your hips yourself. You get into a steady rhythm of rocking back onto his cock, which drives Harry absolutely insane.
"Fuck." He lays a hand on your ass cheek before lifting it to deliver a harsh smack. You slap a hand over your mouth and jolt back.
"Mm, good girl." He leans down and grabs a handful of your hair. He tilts your head back, "Your pussy is too good for anyone else."
You keep your eyes closed, focused on not making a sound. You didn't want him to stop.
"Y/n." Harry moans low into your ear, "Who's pussy is this?"
"Yours."
"Who's?"
"Yours, baby. Yours." You press your lips back together as he tightens his grip on your hair, "Do you want to moan?"
"Yes." You say almost breathless. He thrusts his cock into you, resting there as he turns your head, "Open your eyes."
You oblige and he smiles, "I love you."
You smile slightly, "I love you."
He pulls his cock out and has you spin around to face him. He pulls you in for a kiss and spins around, sitting down for you to straddle him.
He reaches down to hold his cock steady as you slide back down onto him.
"Talk to me." He groans, "Tell me how good I make you feel."
His hands grip your hips as you start to slide up and down, "You make me f-eel so good." You grab onto his mesh button up and pull, "The only one who makes me feel this good."
He moans at your words and his eyes glide up and down your body. His eyes fixate on your boobs, watching as they jiggle with each bounce.
"Cum in me." You moan out as you look down at him, “Please.”
He’s caught off guard, that’s something you were nervous to do, not anymore.
But he’s not opposed at all.
“Yeah?” He leans up slightly, “You want me to fill you up?”
You nod and leans down to kiss him, “Yes, baby.” You push your hips down and grind on him, “Only you.” You moan against his lips as you miss him again, “Only you.”
He pulls you closer to him and slides his hands down to your ass, lifting you up and down, “Fuck.” He tilts his head back and you move down to attack his neck with little bites.
“Yo- you-“ he gasps as you bite down harder and pushes his body into yours. He squeezes your ass, “F-fuck.”
You now had him under your control.
“You feel so good.” You whimper out into his ear, “need you to fill me up.” You moan and slide your hands to his hair.
You pull and listen to the groan leave his lips, “I will only ever want you.” You kiss his cheek, over to his lips and squeeze his cock as you feel a second orgasm coming through.
“So close.” You whine out, “shit.”
“Wait for me.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, leaning back so he can thrust his hips upwards.
You moan out and dig your nails into his skin, “F-fuck.”
A few thrusts later, Harry grunts and you can feel his thrusts get sloppy, “Okay baby.”
You let go, moaning out profanity as you feel his cum pump into you. The thought of Harry filling you drove you insane now.
“Shit, y/n.” Harry says with a chuckle, “I might need to come with you to these things more often.” You laugh as you rest your head on his chest that’s rising and falling quickly.
He kisses your head and sighs, “Sorry for getting jealous.”
You lean up and look up at him, “Please. You getting jealous over me is the hottest thing.”
Summary: Harry and y/n are in a movie together and they film a fight scene and Harry yelling at y/n is enough for her to go home with him and it reveals something for the both of them.
NOT A REQUEST (or edited yet)
Warnings: SMUT 18+, strong language, yelling fight scene act, unprotected sex, cream pie, emotional sex so not much talking during, admitting love for each other, semi regular filth, kinda short?? But enjoy!
HARRY’S HOUSE HARRY
"They're ready for you on set, Y/N." Nadine, the hair dresser says as she pops her head into your trailer.
You look over at her, "I'm nervous." You rub your hands together, "My hands keep sweating. Shit." You sigh and lay a hand on your forehead.
"It's just Harry." She says with a chuckle, "He's such a teddy bear, babe. You'll do great." She motions for you to go with her, "come, come."
You laugh and shake your head, "You're no help."
She shrugs, "Can't say I didn't try." She winks looks over at you as you start to walk with her, "Honestly." She stops you and leans in, "You can cut the off screen sexual tension with a knife so.."
You push her gently and gasp, "No. stop."
You can't lie, you liked Harry.
A lot.
"I'm serious. You guys... it's gonna happen." She lowers her voice as you walk up to the set, "and if I were you.. I wouldn't hesitate to jump his bones."
You laugh and shake your head, "You're supposed to be my hair dresser, Nay, come on now."
She raises an eyebrow, "Aren't hair dressers supposed to gossip with their clients?" You laugh and sigh, "Got me there."
"Y/n. Over here." The director, Elliot yells as he waves to you. You take a deep breathe and Nadine whispers a quiet, "You got this."
You walk over, "What's up?"
"Have you seen Harry?"
You shake your head, "No. but I can go find him." He nods and turns to talk to the other crew member.
You walk to Harry's dressing room and as you round the corner, you freeze.
Harry is standing there shirtless as the stylist is figuring out his clothing. Her hands lay on his stomach, and you try hard to hide your slight jealously.
"Elliot is looking for you, Harry." You look up at him and he smirks, "Tell him I'll be there in a minute. I was late getting here."
"Late? You're going to be in trouble." You tease with a smile. He shrugs, "I think I'll be alright."
You roll your eyes and laugh as you walk out the door, "I'll tell him you'll be there in five."
"Thank you."
"Uh huh."
You and Harry were friends a little while before getting casted together. But, this movie did bring you and Harry so much closer.
And yes, you know about the off screen sexual tension, too.
So does Harry.
You point back as you walk up to Elliot, "He'll be out in five."
"Thank you, my shining star. Are we ready for todays scene?" He smirks slightly and you shrug, "I mean, I scream at Harry and he screams at me. What more could anyone ask for?"
You laugh and he nods, "I had to. Ever since yours in Private Affair and his in his movies, I had to. You both are brilliant and you both mad.." He chef kisses his fingers and you smile, "Thank you, Elliot. I just hope it go-"
"This movie is coming along beautifully thanks to you two. This will only make it better." He winks and looks up, "Ah. He finally arrives." He watches as Harry comes over and you almost gasp at how good Harry looks.
"Styles. There you are, hey listen. I had a few ideas about todays set." He walks away with Harry, and you're to focused on him to even hear what Elliot says.
You walk over to makeup, sitting down in the chair and chatting with one of the supporting actors.
A few moments later, Harry slowly leans around the door and nods for you to come out into the hallway.
You nod and get up, walking out to meet him, "What's up?" He stares at you for a quick moment, "Come with me."
You follow him down the hall to his dressing room. He opens the door and checks you out as you walk in first. Your lips twitch into a small smirk and quickly drops as the words roll off of his tongue.
"Elliot wants us to throw in a sex scene."
"He does?" You raise your eyebrows, "Why?"
You weren't opposed to the idea at all.
He shrugs, "he thinks that it will bring the characters closer for the end of then movie I guess? He tried explaining it to him but I honestly wasn't listening."
Your furrow your brows, "Oh?" You laugh slightly, "Aren't you supposed to listen to the director?"
He chuckles and nods, "yeah, yeah." He scratches his neck and sighs, "I'll be honest, I've been a lot focused on something else lately."
"Oh yeah?" You look up at him slightly, "What's that?"
He shakes his head, "That's another conversation for another time. This scene won't happen for a few weeks so we have time to prepare in any way we need."
You smirk slightly and nod, "I have a few ideas in mind on how we can prepare."
"Oh do you?"
"I do."
"Harry?" There's a knock on the door, "It's time."
"Ready to get screamed at?" Harry raises his eyebrows at you. You didn't want to be too honest, but fuck it, "If I'm being honest with you, Harry."
You pause, unsure if you want to continue.
"Yeah?" He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue. You walk over to him and place a hand on his chest.
His eyes immediately move to your hand and then to you as you speak, "I'm probably going to get so turned on from you screaming at me."
His eye brows go up and he smiles while he shakes his head, "So what you're saying is.. you're coming home with me?"
You shrug, "If I can wait that long." You smirk and he sighs, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words."
He leans down and presses his lips to yours, "I'm going to take such good care of you." He whispers before going back to kiss you.
"Let's go yell at each other."
——
A little while later, you and Harry are now shooting the last shot for the day.
You slam your hands on the counter breathing heavy, "Just. Fucking. leave!" You scream towards Harry, who is playing the character, Sam.
"I'm not fucking leaving, Allie. Not until you tell me why the fuck you let that guy touch you like that!" Harry screams back as he takes a steps closer.
You feel like your knees could go weak, your heart speed up every time he screams at you, we'll you character.
You love it.
Especially since he has to play jealous.
"Aw. Is someone jealous?" You tease, "Too bad you don't have the ri-"
"Don't even fucking say that." Harry walks over and slams his hands down, "You we're going to fucking break up with me first, Allie."
You jerk your head back, "No. Sam. I wasn't. You just go and let your idiotic fucking friends get into that tiny little brain of yours and control you." You laugh slightly, "Kinda like that rat from Ratatouille."
You can tell that that line gets Harry every time and he hides a smirk from the camera. You're trying your best to keep it together, biting the inside of your lip.
Harry takes a deep breathe, "You know what, Allie. Fine. I'm done. You fucking win."
He pushes himself off of the counter and you yell out to him, "Yeah, go fuck that bitch from down the street again."
He stops and slowly turns around, "I'm not doing this."
"What? Tired of her already, too?"
"There is no woman down the street." Harry's voice is low, angry.
"Oh yeah how am I supposed-"
This is when you're supposed to shift your whole demeanor. Going from angry and cracking jokes to silent. Worried. Sad.
"I was with my mate, Logan, Crying to him about you leaving the fucking city." He leans in as he says the last part a little bit louder, like his character got mad all over again.
You freeze, still more turned on than ever. You can see the camera in your peripheral vision and you can feel the tears welling up, "I was going to tell you about that."
"We're you? Because it feels like you were just going to ghost me. Trying to get out of here without me knowing?"
"Then tell me to stay." You wipe your tears away and he scoffs, "No."
"Sam." You walk towards him, "Tell me to stay. Rip up my plane ticket. I won't go."
Everyone is silent as they wait for the final moment.
"Why should I do that?"
"Because I love you." You sniffle and stare at him.
"Fuck you." He says lowly, "Go to hell."
You go to turn away but you feel Harry's hand grab your arm, "But take me with you." He says before planting his hand on your cheek and crashes his lips onto yours.
You're so caught off guard, but you're fine with it.
The director yells, "Cut!"
"You're fucking incredible, Y/N." Harry says lowly as you pull away from each other, "You got me a little turned on."
He chuckles as you laugh and you look up at him, "Think we're free?"
He shrugs, "Only one way to find out."
You guys walk up to Elliot and he wraps his arms around you both, "Oh my god." He leans back, "Fantastic. This next part is going to be great."
He steps back and looks at you, "I figured you'd be alright with the kissing. I just told Harry to make it a little more.. hot."
You nod, "Yeah no. He told me about the sex scene but, not this."
"Right yes. That. I need you two to talk, or do whatever it is you need to do in order to make this scene happen in two weeks." Elliot winks at Harry and walks away.
"I'll know your body by tomorrow." Harry whispers in your ear before stepping away, "Let's go. I can't wait to get you home."
——
You don't even make it halfway up the steps before Harry's lips are on yours, hungry to taste you.
"Mm, fuck." Harry groans as he fumbles with the key. You laugh against his lips and pull away to help him.
You unlock the door and he pushes you in, resuming where he left off. His lips kiss back your jaw, down your neck until he gets to your neck.
He makes sure to leave a mark.
You moan and grip his biceps, "H-Harry." He leans back to look at you and smirks at you slightly.
"Tell me what you want, baby." His hand slides gently around your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze as he leans in, "You're all I think about, y/n."
His voice is low, controlling.
And you'll do anything he wants.
You moan as he kisses just below your ear, nipping at the skin gently, "How good that pussy will feel around my cock."
He kisses along your jaw until reaching your lips, "Do you like it when I yell at you?" He slowly moves his lips with yours, "Hmm?"
"It's so h-hot." He squeeze your neck a little harder, causing you to out whimper lowly, "Fuck me."
His hands move to grip your hips and lift you up onto the counter, "I've wanted to for a while now, love."
You smile and look at him as he does the same, "Me too." You bite your lip, "Can we.. do something?"
He tilts his head, "What's that?"
"Can you yell at me.. while I strip down for you.?"
He's quiet as he nods, "Just.." He laughs slightly, "Tell me if anything at all gets to be too much, alright?"
You nod, "Of course, Harry."
Harry helps you down from the counter and he looks at you, "How do you want me?"
You bite your lip, tilting you head as you look at him.
"What?" He smiles slightly.
"Pretend like... you told me to be naked and waiting for you and when you got home.. I wasn't." You walk up to him, lowering your voice, "You're mad that I'm not naked." You run your finger up his chest and his eyes follow until you look up at him.
You rest your finger on his lips and whisper, "You want me naked so you can punish me. But I have to do it myself."
You step backwards a few steps and stop, "Sound good?"
He nods as he smiles, "Oh yeah. That sounds wonderful. Let me just-" he chuckles slightly as he shuffles back by the wall and takes a deep breathe.
It's insane how quickly you and Harry can just snap into character.
"What in the bloody hell are ya doing?" He says with his voice louder. It sends a shiver down your body, "Take off your clothes."
You bite your lip as you go to pull your shirt up over your head, but Harry's voice makes you stop.
"Slower, baby."
You bite your lip and smirk as you whip the shirt off and look at him. His lips twitch as they try not to form the smirk he's fighting back.
"I said slower. God.." He sighs and walks over to you. He pulls you over by the waist band of your shorts, "you are such a fuckin' brat."
Harry's words spark a light in your eyes, "Yes sir." You say with a slight tude. He walks over and sits down on the couch.
You turn to face him and he slips his shirt off, tossing it on the back of the couch, "Are you just going to stand there? Fuck, you should of already been naked by now. You could already been having my cock fill up that pussy."
He tsks a few times, "You're never going to fucking learn, will you?"
You can't resist him anymore. You walk over as you kick off your shoes and pants, straddling him in just your bra and panties, "Nope."
You smirk before leaning down to kiss him.
His hands travel around your body, exploring as he kisses down your neck. Your eyes close and your lips part as he attacks every inch, moaning lowly as you grind down onto him.
"Please." You gasp out and look down. He looks up at you and you run your hand through his hair, grabbing a fistful towards the nape of his neck, "I need you."
He nods once, and lays you down on the couch. You take your bra and kick your panties off as Harry stands up to take his pants off, "Fuck."
He lays overtop of you, hovering as he brushes hair from your shoulder, "You're so beautiful."
He leans down, kissing you gently. The head of his cock pushes against your pussy and you move your hips down, whimpering, "Please.."
He leans up and moves down, spreading your legs and diving right in. You gasp and grip the couch, "Shit." You tilt your head back, whining out as Harry's tongue darts in and out of your hole that's desperately waiting for his cock.
"H-Harry." You moan out and arch your back, pulling his head towards you more as you clench around his tongue.
Coming undone for the very first time that night.
He pulls away and moves up to kiss you. You moan as you taste yourself on his lips, which is quickly then amped by his cock entering you.
"Fuck." You and Harry moan at the same time.
"You feel s-so fucking.." He groans, "You feel so fucking good." He slowly pulls out and slowly pushes back in, moaning into your neck.
You dig your nails into his back, taking in every single ounce of pleasure he's giving you.
You knew Harry for a long time, but it wasn't until this very moment that you actually knew him.
"I love you." You whimper out quietly, pulling yourself closer to him.
He sits up and pulls you on top of him, moaning as he slips back into you. You close your eyes and gasp quietly as you grip his shoulders.
Harry grabs your face and pulls you into him. He rests his forehead on yours and you open your eyes, "I've loved you since the first moment I saw you."
You tilt your head up to looks at him before crashing your lips into his. You move your hips slow, enjoying the moment right now.
Harry wraps his arm around your waist and cups your cheek with his other hand. He kisses under your chin and down your neck before kissing back up to your lips.
Nothing else is said.
But everything is also said at the same time.
After being on top for a little while, Harry is now on top of you, slowly pushing his cock in and out of you as your legs are tightly wrapped around his waist.
Harry stares down at you with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, watching your face twitch with pleasure.
He knows your close.
"Cum for me." He whispers as he leans down to kiss you, "Cum with me."
You nod and pull him back in to continue the slow, yet full of passion make out. Harry grips below your hip, pulling you closer as he coaches you towards orgasm.
"Come on baby. Cum for me." He gently pecks your cheek a few times,groaning quietly in between, "i know you're close."
You moan and dig your nails into his back, "There ya go, baby. That's it." He moans and pulls you closer. He bites his lip and gasps as he feels himself cum with you.
He pushes his cock in deep as he moves to kiss you. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you whimper at the feeling.
He brushes your hair back, smoothing it out as he kisses your forehead.
It's quiet for a few minutes. You and Harry are just enjoying each others naked company.
"I love you." Harry whispers quietly.
You smile and run your thumb across his cheek, "I love you."
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Should I add this to the list of one shots that need a part 2?
Warnings: Cheating on husband, unprotected sexual acts with another man, just filth.
Word count: 4.3k
He grinned up at you and you swore you saw the devil's gaze flash in his eyes.
Your stomach drops the same time as his hand and you let out a moan, that feels it's been held back for a while, as he presses his fingers against your covered shoulder pussy.
"You sound so beautiful, love. Just stay quiet for me."
His words echo in your head as he slightly pulls your panties open to slip his fingers in. He slowly drags his fingers up and down your folds, biting his lip as he feels how wet you are.
"Soaked." He whispers as he reaches up and pulls you down to him by the back of your neck to kiss him.
He pushes his fingers in and moans against your lips as he feels the warmth of your pussy engulf his fingers.
You clench around him, moaning against his lips as you clench around his fingers.
"How long?"
"What?" You gasp out and lean back slightly.
"How long since you've been touched?" He stops trusting his fingers, holding them still as he waits patiently for your answer.
You whimper slightly at the sudden halt to his fingers, unsure if you want to answer him.
"A long time?" He looks at you and your eyes answer for you. He sighs and shakes his head as he very slowly moves his fingers up and down, "Shame. If you were mine.."
He leans in as he pulls you closer, "I'd be all over you."
He lays a kiss to your chest, "Everyday."
He lays another kiss, "Anytime you want."
And another, "Anyway you want."
You moan and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling to tilt his head back so he looks up at you, "This is wrong."
A smirk spreads across his lips and he chuckles. He slides a hand up your back, still thrusting his fingers, and tangles his hand in your hair, "I'll stop when you tell me to."
He pulls you down to him and he rests his forehead on yours, "You can't tell me you don't feel this, too." He whispers quietly, brushing his lips against yours every other word.
You fold.
Your hands slide down his shirt covered torso until they reach his belt. You start to undo his belt and the phone rings, causing both of you to jump into acting normal.
You fix your dress quickly as Harry answers the phone, "Hello?" He runs a hand through his hair and you can't help but smile when a stray curl falls and rests on his forehead.
"Kathleen Jones and Zayn Malik are here for the meeting, sir." Jake says through the phone.
Harry has an oh shit look and he takes a deep breathe, "Shit, I forgot. Give me five to get the materials around. I'll be quick."
"Okay, I'll tell them." Jake hangs up and Harry looks at you, "So you are about to meet the senior art editors."
You raise your eyebrows and run your hands over your hair, "Neat, okay." You laugh slightly, "Did they not like the title design?"
He shakes his head, "No, no. They loved it. They just want to meet you. You impressed them, actually."
You smile and straighten up as Harry's words boost your confidence, "Really?"
He stands up, fixing his belt as he walks over to you, "I wanted to tell you last night, but.." his voice goes lower and he smirks, "Slipped my mind."
You smirk and bite your inner lip as he runs his hand over your hair, fixing where you missed, "They'll be stupid not to like you."
He winks and walks over, grabbing the folder off of the other desk, "Wait here."
As Harry leaves the office, you take that time and rush to your purse to quickly touch up your makeup.
You hear the talking growing closer and you throw your purse down just as Harry pushes the door open more, "Here we are."
He steps in and quickly looks around for you, a smile of relief lays on his lips once he sees you, "This is, y/n."
Harry motions towards you and you walk over to Harry, smiling when you see the man and woman, "Hello, I'm y/n."
"You're very pretty." An older, yet very beautiful woman who you assume is Kathleen, smiles and her eyes gaze over your dress, "I love this dress, where did you get it?"
You glance down and back up, "I believe I got this from Genevieve's." You tilt your head, "You would look stunning in the red one that they have."
She smiles and raises her eyebrows, "I might just have to take trip there on my lunch break today."
You smile and Zayn moves out from behind her. His image is intimidating, until he smiles, "You've got quite the skill, love."
His accent a little harder for you to understand at first, but you catch on quickly, "Thank you." You smile and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "You're not so bad yourself."
He chuckles and nods to Harry, "Did you get it?"
You look at Harry as he nods, "Mhm." He walks around to his desk and opens up the Manila folder, "Now, everything but the title work is not important , it's just filler for how the page is supposed to look."
You look down as he slides two pages over and your lips part slightly. You reach out and pull them towards you, "This does not feel real."
"I know that feeling, but believe it, honey. You deserve it." Kathleen says nudging you with her elbow, "I have a feeling you'll be making quite the name for yourself."
A rush of pride flows through your body and you smile, "That's my plan."
Zayn steps up on the other side of you and shakes his head, "I don't think I've ever been so excited to publish a magazine."
You look at him, "Really?"
He nods and looks at you, his eyes dark and honestly beautiful, "I'm ready to see what you come up with. Harry really hyped you up."
Your eyes move to Harry and he shrugs and smiles.
"It took you a day to design this correct?" Kathleen asks and you look at her, "Almost, a little more than half, give or take?"
"Wow. That's impressive. Our best guy needs at least three days."
Zayn snorts at Kathleen's words, "That's what he says, but do you really believe him?"
"I know you don't like Trey, but-" she stops talking and sighs, "Yeah, no. You're right."
You laugh slightly and look back down at the pages, "if you need anything at all, I'm happy to help."
You look between them and Kathleen nods, "Yeah, actually, if I email you something, can you take a look at it for me? Decide what it needs. If it needs anything."
"Yeah, of course. Please." You smile and she nods, "Great. I'm going to do that right now, Harry. Send me her work email and get her set up with that, yes?"
He nods, "Of course, K."
Your stomach twists with a slight jealousy at the nickname. You look back at Harry and he looks at you, tilting his head slightly.
You force a smile and try to get over it, you're married, you tell yourself, you don't get to be jealous.
"Thank you Harry." Zayn smiles and nods at him and he turns to you, "I might have something, too, so I'll be in touch, yeah?"
You nod and smile slightly, "Sounds good."
They leave the room and Harry follows behind them to close the door, "That was amazing. Oh gosh I'm so excited." You smile behind your fingers and turn towards Harry.
He's studying you, "What happened?"
You press your palm to his desk as you lean back on it, sitting down, "What d-"
"Your demeanor changed when I called Kathleen, K."
You look up at him, "I don't have a right to be jealous." You admit in a whisper, "I- we-" you stumble over your words and look down as you stop talking.
You want Harry, but the married part of you doesn't want to admit it.
He walks over to you and gently lays his fingers under your chin.
His touch makes it hard for you to say no.
His touch makes you want him fully.
"Look at me, y/n." He whispers and gently pushes upward, and you comply. You look up at him and he smiles slightly, "She's a friend of the family. I've known her for, practically my whole of my life. We all call her that."
You feel a slight relief wash over you and you laugh slightly, "I'm sorry thi-"
Harry laughs slightly and shakes his head, cutting you off, "You're fine, love. You're fine for getting jealous." He leans down, "It means you care."
He winks and goes to lean back but you grab him by the shirt and re-close the space. His lips meet yours and his hands hold his weight on the desk next to yours.
You spread your legs and he fits his hips right between your knees, "I'm yours if you want me to be." He whispers against your lips.
Your breathing grows faster as your adrenaline keeps your heart pumping. He kisses down your neck as your hands move to undo his belt, once again.
The only thing on your mind right now is Harry and you won't stop until you get it.
He leans back, pushing your dress up your thighs as you unzip his pants and he moves them down out of the way.
Your eyes move down, waiting to see his cock. He tilts your head up and looks at you, "Do you want to stop?" His fingers brush your cheek lightly and you close your eyes, "No."
He reaches down, pulling his cock from his black boxers and you open your eyes. Your breathe hitching in your throat as he pulls you to the edge and spreads your legs.
He rubs his cock against your clothed pussy and looks up at you. Your eyes slowly trail from his cock, up his body and land on his eyes, "Fuck me, Harry."
Your quiet whine causes him to moan lowly and he pulls your panties aside and dips his head down to spit before slowly pushing the head of his cock in.
You gasp and bite your lip as you moan from the pleasured ache of him stretching you open slowly.
"Fuck." He groans as he buries his face in your neck. His sudden move causes his cock to push into you a little bit to quick.
He's a lot bigger than what you're used to.
"You're so fucking big, Harry." You moan lowly as you wrap an arm around his neck, "Fuck."
"You're so fucking tight." Harry groans and slowly pulls out to slowly slide back in, "Do I make you this wet?"
You nod as he presses his lips against your neck, "Yes." You whine quietly, "Yes."
He leans back and your arm falls back onto its place on the desk as he grabs your hips with his hands.
His fingers dig into your hips as he pushes his cock in all the way. You take a deep breathe and roll your eyes back, squeezing his cock as you fight back moaning out loudly.
You haven't been fucked in two months.
But you haven't had an orgasm from anyone but your self for four.
"S-so.. close.." you gasp out, barely audible, "Fuck."
Harry nods and keeps his pace, his hands squeeze harder and you squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm rips through your body.
Harry, soon after, pulls out and your feel his cum on your thigh.
Both panting, you look at him and start laughing, as the reality of what you're doing sets in, and Harry's face has a look of both confused and concerned.
"No, no. Not you." You lean up, "I just.." you sigh and shrug, "I've been lying to myself, I guess I am the girl that sleeps with their boss."
Harry's face softens and he starts to laugh, "You scared me there for a second."
You tilt your head, "Huh?"
He walks over to grab a small towel after fixing himself up, "For a second there.." he walks back over and wipes off your thigh, "I thought I wasn't going to get to feel that pussy again."
He smirks as his fingers brush against your desperate for more center as he pulls your panties back over, "This time was too quick for me."
He steps back and tosses the towel down by the couch while you stay silent, watching him as you process what just happened.
He looks up at you, "Coffee?"
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The walk to get coffee was surprisingly normal.
It was like you didn't just fuck your boss, which is exactly how you needed to act from here on out.
"So are you going to meet with K and Zayn?" Harry asks as he takes a sip of his coffee. You nod, "Oh yes. You need to set me up with a work email."
"Yes." He laughs slightly, "That's right! We'll have to do that when we get back."
Your knees suddenly feel like they could give out. You feel like your breathing starts to pick up the longer your think about how Harry's cock felt buried inside of you.
"If that's okay?"
You look at Harry and shake your head slightly as you blink, "Sorry. What did you say?"
He smirks slightly and nods once, "I said we can also start working on that email and hopefully get them sent out today if that's alright?"
You nod, "Oh yes. Please. I have some ideas already so it should be quick and easy."
"Great." He looks around and sighs, "You're quite brilliant, you know that right?"
You smile and shrug, "I mean, I'm smart with certain things." You laugh and bite your lip and Harry shrugs, "I mean, aren't we all?"
You laugh and look at him, "I guess so."
"Order for Styles!"
"That's us." You say and stand up with him. You grab your coffee before he picks them up and grab straws on your way out.
Your way back to the office was going good until your phone started to ring. You reach into your purse and pull it out, letting out a small sigh before you answer, "Hello?"
"Where are you?" Alex asks kinda frantically.
"Alex, I'm at work. It's-" you lean over and look at Harry's watch, which causes him to smile, "Almost eleven, what are you doing?"
It's silent on the other end of the line for a few moments after you stop talking before Alex gasps, "Shit. I'm late for work."
"Did you over sleep again?" You roll your eyes, "Have a good day." You hang up because you know he threw the phone down and is rushing around to leave.
"What was that about?" Harry asks looking over at you. You roll your eyes and sigh, "Alex." You take a sip of your coffee, "He does this every so often, he'll oversleep, don't realize he overslept and thinks it's still early and then he freaks out and rushes around."
Harry laughs slightly, "Ah, I see."
"Yeah." You say slowly, "But. Not my issue. I have my own job to worry about now."
Harry can't help but snicker and you smirk, "What?" You look up at him and he smirks, "You just have a really good job, is all."
You smile as he pulls the front door open, "You are correct." You walk in and Harry walks up to Jaime, "Anything today?"
Jaime smiles, you can tell she likes him, "Not today, Mr. Styles, but as soon as I can anything I'll bring it up to you myself."
He nods and glances over at you before looking back at her, "Just give it to Jake. Thank you." He walks away and you can't help but feel a twinge of ha ha in your face towards her as you walk away with him.
You step onto the elevator and the doors aren't even halfway shut before Harry has his hand, that's not holding the coffees, on your neck and is kissing you.
Your hands travel up his chest and lay on his shoulders, "I wanted to do that the first time we stepped in here together."
You smile and nod as he steps back slowly, "Me too."
The doors open and you walk to the office. Harry does the routine of giving Jake the coffees to pass out and you guys go to his office.
"He doesn't always do that." Harry says as he sets his coffee on his desk. You shake your head, "No I didn't think so."
He shrugs and chuckles, "It's fine. I'm just picking." He walks around to his desk and opens his lap top, "Come over here."
You smirk and glance over at the other office chair and wheel it over. Harry watches you and shakes his head, "I see how it is."
"We need to get this done. If we didn't.." you smirk and lean in, whispering, "Then I'd chose the other seating option."
He sighs, "Bummer."
You laugh and roll your eyes, "What's my email, Mr. Styles?"
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"And .." you tap the last few keys slowly, "Done."
Harry walks over and leans down. You look up and watch as his eyes scan over the screen of the computer, "Beautiful."
"Yeah?"
He looks down at you and nods, "How can anyone not say yes to this?" He looks back at the screen, "Let's get them sent out."
As you're sending out the emails, your phone vibrates a few times in a row.
Sage: Can my aunt come with to the party on Saturday?
Sage: Also, did you say anything to Harry about me?
Sage: Are you with him right now?
Sage: Send me a picture
Sage: No wait. That's weird. I don't want him to think I'm some psycho.
You cover your mouth to contain your laughter, "Oh my god." You whisper quietly, but it still catches Harry's attention, "You okay?"
He can tell your laughing so he's trying not to laugh with you, "Y/N?"
"So." You turn your chair and slowly uncross and recross your legs. Harry's eyebrows twitches and he bites his lip.
You smirk and continue, "My best friend, Sage. Wants me to tell you about her."
"Oh, really?" He leans back in the chair and crosses his arms, "What about her?"
"She likes you." You bite the inside of your lip, "She wants me to see if you'd be interested in her, as well, and.." you read him her messages and he stands up.
"Alright, here." He walks over to you quickly, laughing as he does, "Go... here.." he hits the little camera button and turns it around to face you guys.
Your heart starts to race as he presses his cheek to your head, "Smile." He smiles which causes you to smile, "Perfect."
He hits send and hands you back your phone. You look up at him, lips parted as they slowly form into a smile.
He laughs and shrugs, "She wanted a picture."
You laugh and shake your head, resting your phone down to refresh your email, "Oh, Harry. We have one response.." you click on the email, "And they agree!"
Harry claps his hands together once, "Yes! Let's fucking go."
You never knew how exciting creating a magazine page would be, but you're not complaining.
"I'm going to write down her answers and then I don't know who they go to exactly."
"Niall. He's our lead magazine editor, I'll actually send him a text letting him know that we're going to be sending him stuff." Harry pulls out his phone and starts texting.
"Oh I also got something from Kathleen, probably what she wants me to lo- holy fuck. There's three projects here." Your mouth drops open slightly and you look over at Harry.
He looks up and smiles, "She knows how good you are."
You smile and reach for your phone as it vibrates,
Alex: Going to be home late. Boss has us redoing a whole folder of stuff. I'll explain later. Love you
You chew on your lip as you type,
You: Okay. That's fine, I'll just get something on my way home from work then. Love you.
You smile as you click on Sage's message,
Sage: Stop it. Right now. He is so pretty.
Sage: Please let this man like me.
You glance over at Harry who is sitting at the other desk with his legs resting over the corner. You look back down and take a deep breathe,
You: I think he's thinking about it right now. He hasn't really said much in the last few minutes.
"What did she say?" Harry causes you to look up and you smirk slightly, "She said stop it right now, he's so pretty. Please let this man like me."
He tilts his head, "What did you say?"
You shrug, "I don't know what to say, so I just said that I thought you were thinking about it because you were quiet."
A smirk slowly spreads across his face, "I mean.. I am thinking.. but not about her."
You shrug, "It's okay."
"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about right now?" His stare causes you to smirk all you can do is nod.
He walks over to you and sits down on the desk, looking down, "I'm thinking about how fucking sexy you would look if you were bent over my desk, naked and ready for me."
His words send a chill down your spin and you straighten up slightly as you keep your eyes on his.
He leans in closer, "You can tell your friend, that who I want is someone, I, in a way, already have." He brushes his lips against yours, "Until she says no."
You can't help it. It's like a need when it comes to him, "I'll never tell you no."
You're shocked at how much of a different person you are when you're with Harry. You've never been this forward, sex has always been a subject you shy away from talking about.
Not with Harry.
He brings out who you're truly meant to be.
"I was hoping you'd say that." He smirks and kisses you, pulling you upward so you're standing in between his legs.
His hands rests on your hips, "Don't we have work to do." He mumbles, still keeping his lips on yours.
"Mhm." You mumble as you smirk against his lips. He chuckles against yours and leans back, "Maybe if you're a good girl, and do your work..."
His hand trails down your body, "Maybe you'll get something in return."
As much as you wanted him, you also wanted to get some work done, "Deal."
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This is wrong, you're cheating on Alex.
But knowing that, doesn't seem to make a difference, at least not right now.
"H-Harry." You pant out as your back is arched against the chair. Harry is sitting on the floor with your legs over his shoulders, and his face is hurried between them.
His tongue traces over every single inch of your cunt, moaning as he feels you clench around his tongue.
"Almost there." You whimper out quietly as you dig your nails into the arm rests of the chair. You pull him closer with your legs as you squeeze his head with your thighs.
Your second orgasm rips through you harder than the first one did.
You sit there, weak and panting as Harry leans back. He slowly pulls your legs off of his and sets them down, kissing up them as he stands up.
"You alright, love?" Harry asks as he wipes the cover of his mouth off.
You smile and nod, "Oh yes. I'm good." He smiles and watches as you lean forward and look at the computer, "Our final lady emailed us back, they all says yes and gave their answers."
"I'm surprised they all got back right away." Harry walks over and looks at the screen before looking at you, "I'm calling it now. You're my good luck charm."
His words make the heat rise in your cheeks and you smile, "Oh gosh."
He smiles and stands up, looking at his watch, "you're free to go, if you want."
You lean back and look over at him, "So what are your plans to celebrate when you publish these pages?" You change the subject.
You're not in any rush to get home.
He smiles slightly, "Usually, we just go out to dinner at one of the places on the edge of town. Have some drinks, you know-" he chuckles, "The normal office celebrations."
You nod, "Sounds like that could be fun."
He shrugs, "Depends on who attends, really. Last months was boring." You laugh slightly, "Hopefully this months is better."
"Speaking of, if you're free on Tuesday, that's when this months dinner is." Harry smiles, "just let me know so I can add you to the table."
You nod, "I would love to go. I just need to get an outfit. What's the dress code?"
"We usually like to dress nice, some dress fancy. All on your level of comfortability." His eyebrow raises, "But I don't think you'll have an issue looking nice."
You smile and look down, "Thank you." You stand up and take a deep breathe as you look up at him, "I think I'm going to go shopping, if you don't need me for anything else."
He watches you and slowly smiles as he shakes his head, "You're free to go, sweetheart."
You walk over to him, "Don't take offense if I don't talk to you right away. This is just all going to hit me when I leave here but-" you lean in and press your lips to his,
hey! I’m new here and I’ve read a few of your one shots and wanted to request one! Can you do one with plane sex? And maybe with long hair Harry? I’m not sure if you’ve done one like that before but I’d love it if you did
Also can you make it as rough and dirty as possible haha
Hi! I have not done plane sex yet, and lhh just HAS to be the one for that.
Warnings: texting another man flirty, slight/sexual innuendos, flirting/cheating while married, kissing, slight choking, teasing
Word count: 3.9k
Your heart was beating in your ears.
You feel like you could throw up.
Your hands travel up his chest with excitement as his teeth nip at the skin towards the back of your neck.
"N-no." You breathe out, "But we need to." You lean back, panting as you keep your hands pressed on his chest.
You close your eyes, taking a deep breathe as you look up at him and start laughing, "Oh my god."
He gives you a slightly guilty look, tilting his head slightly, "I'm so, fuck." He steps back and runs a hand through his hair, "I'm so sorry."
He lays a hand over his mouth and grips his chin to hide his smirk.
He's not sorry and he would do it again.
"No, Harry please." You smile, and start laughing again, "It's just-" you shake your head and quickly calm yourself down.
Harry stares at you, smirking as he waists for you to compose yourself.
"I um, shit. I don't even think I can say it." You laugh, "Okay, no. It's just that.. I thought.."
"I've been thinking about doing that all day, too. Don't worry."
You raise your eyebrows and smirk, "Well, at least I'm not the only one." You bite your lip and he steps forward.
You reach out and grab his jacket, pushing it open more and he slides it off his shoulders.
He is a very beautiful man, you feel like you're dreaming.
The thought of Alex slowly rolls in, "I'm married." You whisper softly.
"And you're unhappy."
You keep silent, proving to him that he's right.
Harry gently rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so you can look at him, "I know you know the connection we have is incredible, otherwise we wouldn't be here, now would we?"
He smirks and gently brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, "I've only known you for almost two days and it's such a shame at how much I already hate your husband."
His other hand slides up your thigh and lays on your hip, "If you want me to stop." He leans in and brushes his lips on yours, "Say stop."
You are torn at what to do.
You want Harry, right here. Right now.
But you also kind of don't want to ruin your marriage.
"As much as I don't want you to.." You lay your hands on his sides, "We have to for today."
"For today?" He raises his eyebrows, "So I will see you in the morning?" Harry chuckles slightly as you nod, "Yes, Harry. I'll be here tomorrow."
You look up at him and point, "For work." You say in a quieter tone.
He leans back with a smile, "Fair enough, love." He helps you slide down off the desk and you grab you purse from the floor.
"Hey." Harry steps over his bag and stands in front of you. He lays a hand on your cheek, "This stays between us."
You smile and hold up your pinky, "You promise?"
He smiles and nods as he wraps his finger around yours, "I promise, y/n."
"Just so you know, I take them very seriously." You smirk slightly as he nods, "Understood."
You smile, "See ya, Harry."
"Drive safe, love."
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Right before you pull into the drive way, your phone dings. You expect it to be Alex, but your not surprised when you see Harry's name.
Harry: If he gives you any trouble at all for not answering him today, just tell him that you were super busy, and had a very productive day.
You laugh slightly and quickly type back,
You: I mean, it's true haha. I'm just now pulling into the driveway, so I'll get settled in and work on the email draft and stuff.
You throw your phone into your purse and get out.
You make your way up the steps to open the door and walk in, "Alex?" You call out, "Babe. I'm home."
"In the shower." He yells from the bathroom.
"Okay." You answer and go over to the counter to pour yourself a glass of wine after you set your bag down. You swirl the pink tinted liquid and take a big sip, closing your eyes as your process what happened today.
The bathroom door opens and steam rolls out. Alex walks out with a towel wrapped around his waist, "Hey."
You nod, "Hi."
He walks to the fridge to get a water and shuts it, "How did it go?"
You roll your eyes at the fact that it's not an apology before turning around, "Good, good. I designed the title for the new page that's being added to next month's magazine so, my name will be in it."
Alex smile as he screws on the lid to his water, "That's awesome, y/n!" He walks over and kisses your head. He wraps an arm around you, "Work was horrible today."
"I figured." You mumble slightly, "It's fine."
"No. I thought that you would have had a lot more down time with just being an assistant and work was just, shit. Work was hell today. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute."
You process his apology and look up at him, not really caring anymore, but you still deserved an apology.
"Thank you." You smile and he leans down and kisses you.
The thought of Harry's lips being on yours not even a half hour ago takes up every inch of your mind.
You force yourself to not laugh. You want to laugh because what happened with Harry is just so bizarre to you. You didn't think it would actually happen.
Yeah, Harry is right. You definitely feel the connection between you both.
Alex leans back, "I will make us some dinner and you can go take a shower and we can watch a movie before bed?"
You smile at the idea and sigh, "I actually have some work I need to do for tomorrow." You look up at him, "Shouldn't take me long. Just have to draft up an email after looking through this list."
He laughs slightly, "Homework on your first day of work?"
You laugh, "Yeah, tell me about it. I really wasn't expecting it. But since my title art got sent to the art editor, I guess this is what I get." You smile, "I can't believe it. I'm going to be in the magazine i love so freaking much."
"Did you tell Sage yet?"
You eyes go wide, "Fuck, no. I have to call her." You go and dig your phone out of your purse.
When your screen unlocks, revealing Harry's message, you almost gasp.
"She's going to be so excited for you." Alex's words snap you out if your stare quickly and you go to Sage's name,
You: Call me. Urgent. Love you.
"Now we wait." You go to put your phone in your pocket and it rings, "Told ya."
Alex laughs as you answer it and he moves over, "take a guess as to why we called you."
"Umm." Sage holds her hum and mumbles, "I called you actually, but I don't know."
"So." You say glancing over at Alex, "Mr. Styles had me draw up a rough design for the new title of a new page that they're dropping next month and he sent it to the art editors."
"Shut the fuck up. No way. No fucking way. Y/n." Sage yells into the phone, "I'm so proud of you! That's amazing, and on your first day, too."
"Before you say anything, we can't go out tonight because this requires a trip to our favorite club which will be on Friday night." You smirk and look at Alex, "You coming?"
He nods, "Of course." He smiles and leans in to kiss your cheek.
You suddenly have a flash back of Harry lifting you onto the desk. A flutter in your pussy causes you to squeeze your thighs together and suddenly, you wanted Harry.
"Friday night, eight o'clock. I'll be there." Sage says and you nod with a slight smile, "See you then. Love you."
"Love you guys." Sage ends the call and you let out a sigh, "I'm going to get a shower quick and I'll work on that stuff while you make dinner."
He leans in and you smile slightly and press your lips against his, "I'm proud of you. And I love you." He whispers as he brushes your arm with his hand.
You nod, "I love you. Thank you." You smile and kiss him one last time before walking into the bedroom to gather your clothes.
You see Alex get stuff around for dinner as you walk over to the bathroom. You slip in and shut the door, turning the shower on as you bring your phone back out.
Harry: I can't lie to you, y/n. I wasn't anywhere near sorry about earlier. To be honest, if you give me the slightest chance, I'm going to respectfully do it again, and more until you tell me that you've had enough.
Your thumbs take control, typing out a sentence that wasn't even in your mind, that you knew of.
You: I want you as much as you'll give me.
You cover your mouth as you hit send, the feeling like you could puke building back up.
But it was from excitement.
You get undressed and get in the shower, taking your phone with you. You play some music lowly, humming along as you focus on trying to rinse your hair.
Your phone vibrates and you see Harry's name. You bite your lip as you slide a hand down your body.
Looking down and closing your eyes as you gently pinch your clit between the edges of your fingers, moaning quietly as the thought of Harry's hands sliding up and down your naked body enters your mind.
You slip your fingers down, circling the opening of your cock hungry cunt, "Harry." You whisper out, slightly beating yourself up for not just going through with it.
You felt desperate for him now.
What did he do to you?
Why did you feel this way?
You groan and let water run down over your face.
You're married, y/n. Married.
You wipe the water off of your face and grab your phone, clearing the steam off of it with your towel that's right outside the curtain to unlock it.
Harry: I'll give you everything.
Harry's words really make you unsure of what to do. Did you want to see if he had more to offer?
You mentally slap yourself. He is the CEO of a very, very big magazine. Of course he has more to offer.
You sigh and smirk when you read his name, switching into the person you are with Harry,
You: Everything? Tell me more
You shut the shower off and get out, drying off so you can get dressed. You twist your hair up into the towel and stand back up.
You tuck your phone into the waist hand or your shorts and walk out, taking your dirty clothes to the basket in the room.
You grab your lab top and notebook and walk out to the island. You sit down and turn your laptop on before going and getting the list from your purse.
"Dinner should be ready in about twenty." Alex walks over to you, turning the paper towards you, "These are businesses?"
You nod and pull up google, "Yes, I have to look through each of these women's business and come up with what questions everyone wants to read the answers to."
"You are so smart. I couldn't do this." Alex laughs and walks back over to the stove.
"Alex, you work in accounting." You laugh slightly as you type, "At least I don't have to actually deal with people everyday like you."
He scoffs, "Okay. Maybe I could do it."
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"Dinner was good." You say as you set your dish in the sink, "Thank you. I can get these quick if you wanted to go get a movie started."
He yawns, "Actually, I think I'm going to lay down, I have a headache coming on and I don't think tv will help."
You turn the water off and stop rinsing the dishes off, "Oh, yeah. No that's okay. I'll just be out here working on this then. Works out." You smile at him and he smiles back.
He lays his hand on your side as he kisses your head, "Goodnight."
"Night." You go back to watching the dishes as he heads towards the bedroom.
About ten minutes later, you go and sit down on the chair at the island, "Okay." You whisper, "Mrs. Helmson, what do you do?"
You scroll down through the page, clicking on every tab.
You were going to be at this a little bit.
As you're working, you get this random feeling to go into the bedroom. You try and shake it off but it just wouldn't go away.
It's pretty much silent in the house so you tip toe over to the doorway and peak around slowly.
You see Alex laying in bed with his phone closer to his face than the tv would have been, texting.
You clench your jaw and lean back. Taking a calming, quiet breathe before leaning back over.
After today, you decided that you didn't have a right to be mad.
Because that would be hypocritical, and it’ll all just backfire on you, so you walk back over to your chair and lay your phone down, tapping it to light up the screen.
You have a text from Sage and a text from Harry.
Sage: Can we move the partying to Saturday night? I just remembered that I have to go pick up my aunt and uncle from the airport Friday night.
You tilt your head, questioning why her aunt and uncle are coming in,
You: Aunt Makie and Uncle Keith? Why are they coming in?
While you wait for her to respond, you go to Harry's messages.
Harry: Anything you could every want, darling. A life full of adventure. Traveling. Happiness.
You bite your lip as you read the last word. You look up, thinking about what you saw in the bedroom. You don't know for sure, which makes it hard to answer if you are really happy with Alex.
You slowly start to tap the keyboard, chewing on your lip as you reread what you impulsivity hit send on.
You: sure feels like all I'd need is you and I'll be set.
You go back to looking through the list of businesses and after a little bit you pick up your phone. It's only nine thirty, it feels like you've been sitting here forever.
You did have an early dinner, which is weird. You guys never eat before six. You chew on your thumb nail, bouncing your leg as you wait anxiously for yourself to decide.
Sage never answered you back, which is weird.
No, you think, they wouldn't.
Would they?
You sigh as you question yourself and just as you're about to set your phone down, it vibrates and you smile.
Harry: That is the best compliment I have ever received. Thank you, but anyway, what are you doing up? Isn't it a bit late?
You laugh to yourself and shake your head,
You: Anytime, they're always on the house and you've been up later than this, Mr. Styles.
You smirk and rest your phone on the table, knowing that what you said might get him going.
You continue typing the email and glance over as your phone lights up. You feel kind of nervous about what he said.
You finish your sentence and lean forward, unlocking it to read his text,
Harry: I guess it is, sorry. These gym nights make me extremely clueless to time
Gym. Hmm, no wonder he felt super fit under your touch.
You: I can believe it. I haven't been to the gym in a while. I'm slacking hardcore.
You didn't know how tired you were until you let out a yawn, "Shit." You whisper quietly.
You turn your phone face down and power through the email draft.
Adding the final touches, you hit save and pick up your phone. You start to type a message and see Harry's pop up,
Harry: You just need the right motivation, love.
You: I'm sure I'll find it one of these days, also what is your email, I'm finished with the rough draft.
You get the email ready to send, you just need his address. You look around, studying the quiet, coziness of your home as you wait for an answer.
Your phone vibrates against your legs that are propped up on the table and you mouth the words as you read his text,
Harry: it's [email protected] thank you again for doing this. You truly amaze me. If there's anything I can do at all, let me know.
You: It's no problem at all, and if I think of anything at all, I'll let you know.
You send him the draft and pack everything away quietly. You make your way to the couch and grab a blanket, curling up as you switch on the tv.
You can't help but think back on Harry's texts.
Why does he want me, you let out a sigh. You know why, you know you could definitely pull him, it's just, you're married.
You love Alex, yeah, and are there some spots to where you could be happier? Sure.
But you don't know if it's completely worth ending your marriage over, but Harry.
Harry makes you question everything.
No one has ever done this to you before. You feel backed into a corner, unsure of where to go or what move to make.
You sigh, rolling over and forcing your mind to turn off for at least a few hours. You kept thinking of Harry at the gym until you finally won the battle and fell asleep.
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You wake up on your first alarm. It was easy since you were barely asleep anyway. You sigh and look at your phone, squinting as the bright light hurts your eyes at first.
"Six am. I do not miss you my friend." You mumble to yourself as you head to the bathroom, waking fully up by showering.
You hear your phone buzz on the counter as you step out. You dry off and look at it,
Sage: Just visiting for a week or two. You'll have to come by and see them!!
You smile slightly and reply back to her before walking over and quietly looking through your outfit choices for the day.
After picking one of the dresses, you walk over to the mirror, dropping your towel. You put on the right bra and hold up the dress to your body before slipping it on.
The solid navy blue skirt of the dress is high waited, resting right below your boobs and has three gold buttons that go down the sides. The top part is long sleeve, and it’s a black and white houndstooth pattern.
It’s also tight fitting and shows off just the right amount of chest, leaving much more for the imagination.
You slip on your black heels, the ones with the ankle strap, and walk over to the bathroom. You fix your hair, apply some makeup, and look down to check your phone.
You look at sage's name and sigh, shaking your head as you walk out and throw it in your purse. You grab it and your keys before walking in to say goodbye to Alex.
"Hey." You whisper as you tap his shoulder. He doesn't wake up and you bite the inside of your lip as your eyes move to his phone, "Hey." You say a little louder and shake him a little more, "I gotta go, Alex."
His eyes open and he smiles, "Hey."
You smile slightly, "I gotta go, I'm running a little late." You lean down and peck his lips, "I'll see you later. Have a good day at work."
You stand up and go to turn, "I have off today, but I'm sure I can figure out something to do."
"Oh yeah, I guess it is Thursday. Oh, Sage has to pick up her family from the airport Friday, so Saturday is when we're going to Montie's, if that's okay."
He nods, "Yeah, no. Saturday is better anyway. That way we don't have to rush around."
"Right, sounds good. I'm leaving, love you."
"Love you."
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"Morning, Jake." You smile as you walk through the door.
He smiles back and nods, "Good morning, y/n. How are you?" You smile and shrug, "Can't complain, really."
You open Harry's office door and freeze as you see him sitting there with a book open on his desk. He looks up and smiles, "Good morning, love. How are you?"
You smile and feel your cheeks turning red, "Good morning, Harry." You say quietly as you shut his door, "I'm good, can't complain." You laugh slightly and set your purse down onto the couch.
You feel his eyes on you and you slowly look up, meeting his eyes with yours.
After a few moments of silence he lays his bookmark onto his page and closes it, "Get over here."
You immediately start moving towards him, your eyes scan up and down his body as you move over to him,
The white t shirt hugging his body makes you even more turned on, "Fuck." He whispers as his hands slide down around your sides, "This dress is incredible on you."
You watch as his fingers circle the gold buttons before sliding up and across line of you dress that's laying over your chest, "Did you wear this on purpose today, love?"
"Do you like it?" You ask tilting your head slightly. He looks up at you and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and takes a deep breathe, "I do, but I think it would look better pushed up above your hips."
He pulls you down onto him, straddling him as his hands slowly pull your dress up your thighs.
You swallow and take a quiet breathe as you slowly lift up so he can pull your dress up over your ass. Harry pauses to give your ass a squeeze, "This looks good in anything you wear."
He smirks and you lean in, pressing your lips to his. He lets go of your ass and rests his hands on your back, pulling you closer to him.
You slowly make out, taking time to actually learn how his lips feel on yours.
One of his hands slides down your back, pulling your dress fully up and leaves it to rest around your waist.
"Tell me if you want me to stop." He mumbles as he leans back, blinking slightly as he looks at you.
"I don't want you to." You go to kiss him again, but he grabs your neck gently and leans in close, "Once I touch you, I'm going to need to taste you."
He smirks slightly as he feels you swallow slowly. He leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth and back to gently bites your ear lobe.
He hums lowly, "Do you want me to stop?"
His hand slowly leaves your neck and he slowly drags his finger down your chest and you grind down on him slightly, moaning out a quiet, "Harry."
Summary: y/n goes on Jimmy Fallons show for the premiere of her movie and she plays Slay it, Don’t spray it. She gets a one direction song and reveals that she has always been a Harry girl from the start and while she’s at an after party that Jimmy threw for her movie coming out, Harry sends her a text and she winds up at his apartment.
You finish doing your makeup in the dressing room, and one of the ladies pops their head in, “You’re on in five, sweetheart.”
You turn and give her a smile, “Thank you.”
You stand up and smooth out your outfit. You walk over to the door and take a deep breathe before everyone starts rushing around you.
“You’re going to talk first..” blah blah blah
“You’re going to do Slay it don’t spray it..” blah blah
“Okay.” You nod and smile looking at everyone talking. You try your best to hear everyone but you can’t it’s all too crazy.
You look down as you get a mic out on you and and you starts walking to the stage. Jimmy starts speaking and talking about tonight show.
“Ready?”
You look at the lady and smile, “Ready.”
“Please welcome tonight’s special guest, live from New York, Y/N Y/L/N!”
You walk out and wave, smiling as you look over at Jimmy. He gets up and walks around to hug you, “Hello.”
“Hey, how are you?” You ask as you hug him.
He leans back, “I’m good!” He walks around to his seat and sits down, “I’m glad you’re here, y/n. Really. I saw that movie trailer that came out and I was like..” he shrugs and nods, “I gotta get her on the show.”
The crow cheers and you smile, “I’m really glad you called, I was like.. I really want to be on the show so do I like tweet at him or do I like just wait..” you laugh and lean forward, “So I’m glad I didn’t have to beg.”
“Oh please, you are super talented, y/n. You can do multiple things like sing.. right.”
He raises his eye brows and you know what he’s hinting to.
You smirk and nod, “Yes, Jimmy. I sing, too.”
He drums his desk and points to the camera, “That’s coming in handy later, anyway.” He laughs and looks back at you.
You guys talk for a little bit about your movie and the role you play and how you feel like playing that role changed you as a person in a way.
You know, celebrity talk.
Eventually, you guys cut to commercial and everything for Slay It Don’t Spray It gets set up.
“Okay, so you know how the game is played right?” Jimmy asks, “Basically you’ll have the lyrics in front of you, but once the lyrics drops out and if you don’t get the them exactly right, the microphone sprays you in the face.”
He laughs and you nod, “Oh great. Okay.” You stand up and follow him over to the one booth. He gets in the other one.
“And we’re back..” Jimmy says, “so as you can see, y/n and I are inside our booths ready to jam out. As you all know, if we don’t get the missing lyrics to the song exactly right we get sprayed by our microphones so with that..”
He leans over and looks at you, “Y/N, are you ready!?” He yells at you.
You look over and give him a thumbs up, “Ready!”
“Okay, y/n. You can go first, so guys let’s give her a random song.” Jimmy says and motions towards you.
You bite your lip as you wait to see what song is going to be chosen for you.
“Toxic by Brittany Spears.” Jimmy says and claps as the band starts playing. Your eyes watch the screen to see where you’re starting.
There's no escape, I can't wait
You start to sing, “I need a hit, baby, give me it. You're dangerous, I'm loving it..” the screen pops up blank with lines and you nod with a smirk.
“Too high, can't come down.. Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round..”
The crowd starts cheering louder for you and you smile.
“Do you feel me now?”
You step back and bow as Jimmy is the one who gets drenched with the water.
The crows claps and cheers and you can’t help but keep laughing. Jimmy shakes his head and sighs, “What’s my song?”
The screen generates a song and he laughs, “Shake It Off by Taylor Swift, okay. Let’s do this.”
The band starts playing and he starts to sing as soon as he knows where it’s starting at.
You laugh and dance to the best of the song and duck and cover as he nails the lyrics. He laughs and knocks on the window as the microphone sprays water at you.
You let out a yell, “That’s so cold!”
“You knew that was coming!” Jimmy yells laughing, “Alright, what’s y/n’s song?”
You clap your hands and yell out, “Yes, hell yell!” You cover your mouth, “Ooh. Can I say that?” You laugh as Jimmy shakes his head laughing, “I don’t think so.”
The music starts playing and you instantly know there they’re starting off. You don’t even pay attention to the screen because you know this song better than the back of your hand.
“I don't know where I'm going but I'm finding my way.. Same old sh- but a different day.” You smile and look at Jimmy through your window as you sing.
“Tell me that I'm wrong but I do what I please. Way too many people in the Addison Lee. Now I'm at the age when I know what I need, oh, whoa..”
The crowd is going absolutely wild and Jimmy just stands there shocked, “Y/n.. y/n.”
“Yes Jimmy?”
“We’re you a Directioner?”
You lay your hand on your chest and gasp, “Of course I was, Jimmy. Are you not a directioner?”
Jimmy laughs slightly and nods, “I am in fact a Directioner, yes.”
You laugh and he nods towards you, “So spill it. Who was your favorite?”
You smirk and try to hold in your laughter, “Harry girl from day one, Jimmy.” You smile as you hear the crowd go crazy.
“Spray him!” You point to Jimmy and water from him microphone shoots out, catching him off guard.
You guys finish up the game and you end up winning.
“Thank you for playing that awful game with me, I don’t know who came up with that.” He rolls his eyes and tries to act mad.
You laugh, “I think it’s a pretty fun game.”
He scoffs and tries not to laugh, “Of course you would.” He laughs and leans over and lays his hand on his desk, “I’m kidding, no it was great having you here. Thank you for coming.”
He motions towards you, “Y/n Y/l/n!”
He claps and the crowd cheers you on and you smile and wave to them, “Thank you!” You look at Jimmy, “Thank you so much for having me. I appreciate this.”
“You’ll have to come back soon! Yes! Thank you! Everyone, Y/N Y/L/N!”
He claps and you stand up. You wave to everyone as you walk off and you’re handed your phone.
Maggie: Let me know when you’re done. I have a surprise for you.
You tap the screen a few times and hit send,
You: Done. What’s up?
You start to walk to the dressing room to grab your things and your phone starts to ring. You press the green circle and raise your phone to your ear, “Hello?”
“Are you still at the studio?” Maggie says on the other end.
“Yeah, I legit just got off the stage. I’m grabbing my stuff from the dressing room right now.” You walk in and set your phone down, hitting the speaker button before walking away to gather your things.
“Okay, perfect. I’m coming to pick you up. Do you have a nice dress?”
You pause and close your eyes, “How nice are we talking?”
“Hmmm.” She hums, “Like fancy, but short, but not super slutty? I don’t know. Something nice and short I guess.”
You look at your bag and shake your head, “I’ll have to stop home.”
“I’ll grab you and then we can stop by my house. I live closer. I’m almost to the studio.”
“Okay I’ll be out.” You hang up the phone call and grab your things. You head out to the front and wait for Maggie to pull up.
——
“Here this is perfect.” She throes you a green dress and you shake your head, “No, I want to wear a black or blue dress.”
She steps back and looks at you shocked, “Hold on. I just got this dress in the mail the other day and I think you’ll love it.”
You sit down on the bed and scroll on twitter while you wait.
You giggle to yourself as you read the tweets with fans reacting the other tweets about you what you said about being a Harry girl.
You seemed to gain a ton of more followers and a lot of them have usernames that deal with Harry.
You bite your lip and smirk as you hit the little button to create a tweet.
Does this mean I’m a Harrie now or what?
You hit send and drop your phone as Maggie comes back up the steps, “Here. Try this.”
She holds up a little blue dress with see through sleeves and you nod, “That’ll work.”
——
“Surprise!” She yells as she motions towards a high class bar.
“Wh- I don’t know.. why are we here?” You laugh slightly and she sighs, “Come on.” She grabs your hand and pulls you with her up to the big tinted glass doors.
You pulls it open and everyone turns to look at you.
“Surprise!”
“Congratulations!”
They all cheer. For you.
“This is a pre-premier celebration party.” Maggie leans in and side hugs you, “Go have fun.”
You smile and bite your lip, “I love you.”
She smirks and shrugs, “I know.” She laughs, “I love you now go!” She pushes you away and you walk around greeting everyone.
You walk up to the bar and order a drink. You look around, listening to what you can hear of the music over the crowd.
“Here you go, congratulations y/n.” The bartender smiles at you and smile back, “Thank you so much!” He nods and walks away and you dig in your purse to find cash to tip him.
You lay a few ones down on the bar and walk away.
Maggie walks up to you and holds her phone up. She smiles as she presses her cheek to yours. You smile as she clicks the button a few times.
You grab your phone and tap on Instagram. You take a selfie with her to post on your story, “That’s good!” you post it and slip your phone away before you go and walk around.
You mainly get into conversation with people about what you talked about with Jimmy on his show. Then that leads into them asking additional questions, you’re not used to being asked a million questions yet.
You look down and hold your hand up, “Oh, will you excuse me please! I need to take this!”
The lady nods, “Oh yes, sweetie please!”
You smile and nod, “Thank you so much!” You walk away, trying not to smirk. You put the phone up to your ear and walk up to the bar.
“I’ll have another.” You set your glass down and set your phone on the bar. As you’re waiting, your phone lights up.
You lean forward and it unlocks and your heart skips a beat.
Maybe: Harry: hey y/n. It’s Harry.
You pick up your phone and look around for Maggie. You sigh as she’s no where in sight.
“Here you go.” The bartender sets your drink down and takes away your empty cup.
“Wait.” You look up at him and laugh slightly, “Can you confirm that that’s what I think it says.” You hold your phone up and the bartender reads it out loud.
“Yes, okay. Thank you.” You lay a few ones down on the bar and grab your drink as you walk away. You find yourself a seat in the corner of the room and you sit your drink on the stand beside it.
You: Harry? As in Harry styles?
You hit send and bite your lip. You’re surprised to see him answer this fast.
Harry: Yes, y/n. Harry Styles lol
You smile and tilt your head, being slightly drunk has you in a playful mood.
You: How do I know that it’s really you?
You rest your phone in your lap and sip on your drink. You take a deep breathe and look down as your phone dings.
You set your now half drunkin drink on the table and lift up your phone.
Your lips move as you read the words on your screen,
Harry: I can tell you how I got your number. I got it from your manager, Kelly.
You: I take it you seen the show?
Harry: I did indeed see the show.
You bite your lip, not sure of what to say next. You finish your drink and look down to see that he sent you another text,
Harry: I’d love to meet you. I’m actually in New York for a show tomorrow night, you should come.
You: I would love to, yes!
Harry: I’ll make sure to add you to everything.
You stare at your screen, watching as the three bubbles pop up and disappear.
Being drunk means you’re bold.
You: can I come over?
Harry: Please
You smile and look up, hoping Maggie is around here some where. You look back down,
You: I am a bit drunkish so it’s probably safe that I don’t drive.
Harry: I’ll come get you. Where are you at?
You look around, trying to find the name of the bar you’re at on anything.
“Excuse me!” You yell out to someone walking by. He stops and walks over to you, “Yeah?”
“Do you know the name of this place by chance?”
He nods, “Oh, yeah it’s The Gypsy Lounge.”
“Thank you.” You smile and start typing it to Harry,
You: Gypsy Lounge is what it’s called. I have to find my friend and tell her I’m leaving.
Harry: Okay. I’m only two blocks from that, so I’ll be there soon.
You: okay I’ll be out just let me know when you’re here.
You put your phone in your purse and make your way to the bar to set your glass down. You look around and find Maggie and wave to her.
You walk towards her, making your way through the crowd, “Maggie!” You wave to her and she finally sees you.
“Oh!” She grabs you and pulls you over to where she’s standing, “Where have you been?”
You laugh, “Okay, so I can’t tell you why right now, but I’m leaving here in a few.”
“What?” Her shoulders drop, “Why? What happened?”
“Nothing happened, I just got a text from.. someone and I can’t pass up the opportunity.” You bite your lip and smirk, “I promise I’ll tell you tomorrow when you’re sober and not a loud mouth drunk.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes, “Fine. But you better give me every. Single. Detail.” She raises her eyebrows and you nod, “Yes, Maggie, I promise.”
You take your phone out of your purse and you smile,
Harry: I’m here. Out front to the left.
You: okay coming!
“Okay.” You put your phone back into your purse and hug Maggie, “I have to go.” You lean back and kiss her cheek, “Thank you for this. I love you.”
She laughs and smiles, “I’m proud of you.”
You smile and make your way out front. You take a deep breathe before stepping outside and looking left.
You know the drill with the blacked out SUV’s, but you still can’t help but feel just a little sketched out.
You: have the driver flash his lights.
You wait a few moments and smile slightly as you see the lights flash on the car.
You walk over and grab the handle. You open the door and freeze as you see Harry sitting there with a smile, “Hello, Y/n.”
You smile and climb into the car. You shut the door and the driver takes off.
“Hi Harry.” You smile and look down, “Sorry, I’m just having a fan girl moment for my younger self.”
He chuckles, “No, no, it’s alright, love.” He watches as you look over at him and instantly smile.
You cover your face and shake your head, “Oh, gosh. This is so embarrassing, I’m so, so sorry.”
Harry shakes his head and laughs, “Hey, it’s fine.”
You pull yourself together and lean back. You cover your lips to try and contain your giggles but you start to fail.
“yeah, it was a good idea that you didn’t drive.” Harry teases and you look over at him, “Hey now.” He smiles and you feel like you could fall apart.
He’s so much prettier in person and so much sexier too. You thought he turned you on when you just thought about him, no.
Seeing him in person has you absolutely aching for him.
“Did you like being on Jimmy’s Show?” Harry tilts his head as he looks at you.
You nod and look over at him, “Oh yeah, I absolutely loved it! I will definitely be going back again if he’ll have me.”
Harry nods and smiles, “if he’s a smart man, he’ll have you again.” He gives you a subtle wink and you gasp quietly.
He smirks and let’s out a sigh, “How was the party th- yeah how does that work?”
You smile and sit up, “My best friend Maggie wanted to be the first person to throw me a party for my movie that’s coming out so it was a pre premiere party I guess?”
You play with the fabric around your wrist, “It was nice for it to not be as crazy as the next ones I’m going to be going to.”
He nods, “I can understand that fully.” He smiles, “I saw the trailer for your movie. I really want to see it.”
You look at him, “Do you want to?”
“Want to what?”
“See the movie? You’d have to come to the premiere with me.” You smile slightly and he nods, “Are you asking me to be your date?”
You scrunch your eyebrows and shrug, “Is it weird for me to call it that?”
He shakes his head with a laugh, “Not at all.”
——
You make your way to Harry’s hotel and head up to his room. Halfway up you realized you don’t have any other clothes to change into.
“Do you have an extra shirt I can borrow by chance?”
He glances back at you and nods, “I do.”
You smile as you stop at his door. He opens it and holds it open for you. You walk in and set your purse down on the table.
He walks in and closes the door, locking it before turning around and looking at you.
You feel your cheeks heat up and you smile shyly, “What?”
He shakes his head, “Nothing, I just like that dress on you.” He smirks as he walks away. You stand there and wait for him.
He comes back out and hands you a shirt. Your fingers brush his as you take it and both of you’re eyes flick up to meet.
“Thank you.” You whisper quietly.
He nods and points, “Bathroom is right over there.”
You go the bathroom and get changed. You take off the dress and drop it to to the floor. You put on Harry’s t shirt and let out a sigh as you fix your smudged makeup.
You walk back out, biting your lip as you see him standing there, “There ya are.” His eyes scan up your legs quickly, “Do you want sweatpants or anything?”
You shake your head, “No I’m okay.”
He nods and motions towards the couch. You’re still surprised that a couch can fit in a hotel room, even though you stayed in hotels with couches in the rooms.
You walk over and sit down next to Harry, “So. Is there a second movie coming out?”
You laugh and shrug, “I’m not allowed to disclose any details like that.” He chuckles, “Yeah? Not even to me?”
You look over at him and shrug, “They’re not sure if they want to do a second movie yet.” You slowly smile, “But you didn’t hear that from me.”
He smiles and nods, “Got it.” He looks over at you, “Do you think there should be a second movie?”
You nod quickly and smile, “Oh yeah.”
He raises his eyebrows and smirks, “Alright.”
You eyes move down to his lips and all you can think about right now is kissing them.
“So did you follow me from X factor?”
His words snap you out of your stare, “Um, yeah. X factor. I thought your audition was the cutest.” You smile and that causes him to smile.
He looks away and shakes his head, “Oh no. Not that awful thing.”
You laugh, “Hey now. It’s not awful. It got you here didn’t it.”
He looks over at you and bites his lip, and that makes you go wild.
He nods, “You’re right, y/n.”
The way he says your name names you squeeze your thighs together.
“I know I am.” You tilt your head and bite your lip as you smile.
“Fuck it. Come here.” Harry grabs you and pulls your on top of him, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” His whispers in between his lips moving against yours.
His hands move under his shirt that’s on your body and you gasp as his fingers dig into your hips.
You kiss down his neck, “I need you.”
His fingers squeeze harder and he moans as you pull the skin of his neck between your teeth. You lean back, slowly sliding your hands down his chest.
His eyes flick down to track the movements of your hands, “I want to watch you ride me.” He moves your hips, slowly grinding you down onto his throbbing cock.
Harry sits up, pulling you into him as he closes the spaces with his lips on yours. You keep your lips on his, making out with him as both of your hands work to get his pants off.
You stand up and push your panties off, letting them drop before climbing back onto him. You wrap a hand around his cock, moving your shirt out of the way so you can rub your pussy against it a few times before sliding it in.
“Fuck.” You moan out, “Harry.” You whimper as your eyes roll back, shutting as he moans while pushing the rest of his cock in you.
His hands slide from your thighs to your hips and he looks up at you, “Look at me, baby.” He whispers breathless.
You open your eyes and bite your lip, moaning quietly as you move slightly on his cock.
He smirks and parts his lips as he slides his hand down to lift you up slightly, “Move for me.” He groans out quickly, “You feel so good, I could cum already, fuck me.”
You start to move your hips, digging your nails into his chest as you build up to a faster pace, “Fuck, fuck.” You moan and tilt your head back.
“So beautiful.” Harry whispers, “Fuck, yeah just like that baby.” He leans up, holding you to him as he kisses your lips.
He leans back slightly, brushing hair off your shoulder, “How much of a Harry girl are ya?” He teases with a chuckle as he lightly slides his hand down your back.
“We’ll..” you bite your lip and smirk, “Now.. that I’m older. I think about you whenever I want to cum.”
He hums and leans down to gently kiss your neck, “Now that you’re older, you can make your own choices.”
Harry kisses back up your neck, “You won’t ever have to think about it again, if you want.” He leans back, a smirk resting on his lips as he moves your hips in small circles.
“Too soon to say I love you?” You laugh slightly and bite your lip as you look at him again.
He shakes his head, “I’ve been a y/n man since I seen your first movie.” He laughs and you smile, “That’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve heard everyone say.”
You can see his cheeks fall with a slight blush and he rolls his eyes, “Shut up.”
You lean in with a smile, but fully meaning for him to actually do it, “Make me.”
His eyebrow twitches and he nods, “Okay.”
Next thing you know, you’re on the bed and Harry is on his knees standing over you.
You look up at him with a smile and he bites his lip, “sit up f’me, babe.”
You sit up and he pulls your hair into a make shift pony tail and you lick your lips before his cock is pushed into your mouth.
He moans as you hollow out your cheeks, sucking as he thrusts, “Fuck yes, baby. Just like that.” He moves your head, up and down on his cock a few times before slowly slipping his cock snug in your throat.
You gag around him once before controlling your breathing. Harry moans and runs a hand over your hair before pulling your head off.
He leans down, pressing his lips to yours as he stands up. He holds his hand out and stands you up, taking the shirt off of your body before lifting you up.
Your legs wrap around him and he carries you to the bed. He lays you down, instantly moving on top of you. You pull him down, mashing your lips onto his passionately as he slips his cock back into where it belongs.
He swallow your moans and thrusts deeper into you, “you gonna cum for me?”
You nod, “Yes, yes.” You moan and clench around him, “Fuck you feel so good.”
He watches as your face twitches more with pleasure as he thrusts harder, “You look so pretty when I’m making you feel good.”
“That feels so good.” You whine out as you look at him, “M’so close.”
He slides a hand up to your neck and gently squeezes, “C’mon baby.” Harry edges you closer, “Cum on my cock.”
You arch your back, pushing a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, “Fuckfuckfuck.” You pant quickly as you turn your body slightly.
Your orgasm makes you moan loudly as you squeeze Harry’s cock as you cum.
Harry tries to hold it, but the way you’re squeezing him is too much. You feel his cock twitching inside of you and you moan at the feeling.
You move your arm and Harry leans down, kissing you slowly and gently as he comes down from his own high.
He rolls beside you and let’s out a sigh. You turn to look towards him and he extends his arms out to you, “C’mere.” He smiles which causes you to smile and you move to lay next to him,
He moves the blankets up and switches the tv on, “So, you still want me to come see the movie with you?”
You laugh and smile, “I mean, you’ll have to come with me to the movie premiere.”
He smiles and snaps his fingers, “oh right. You did invite me.”
You smirk, “Yeah, let’s just hope you don’t have a show that day, I know you have one tomorrow.” You wink and he smirks before sighing, “Now I just have to prove you wrong. When is it?”
He gets up and goes to grab his phone. You giggle because he’s still butt ass naked.
“Hey now. None of that. Important stuff to answer here.”
“Right.” You smirk, “It’s next week, the twenty fourth.” You watch as he scrolls down on his phone until he points at you, “Looks like we’re seeing a new movie that night, baby.”
He sets his phone back down and walks back over to get into bed with you again. You smirk, “Guess it’s going to be a hard launch, huh?”
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Hello. Just a little one shot, I’m still slowly working on requested one shots, they are just coming out slower because of Private Affair.
I like to surprise you with random original one shots here and there.
Warnings: flirting while married, kissing another man while married, slightly mean texts from hubby, slight innuendos
Word count: 4.4k
You smile the second you see him, "Yeah, of course." You turn towards him and walk to get your bag.
His eyes follow you, never leaving your body. He missed you, even though it was only a little over half a day.
He felt just as connected to you as you do to him, but neither of you have admitted it to each other yet.
Probably because you're married.
He holds the door open for you, admiring how your shirt shows the cleavage it's supposed to. You walk forward and he shuts the door, clearing his throat as he turns to you.
He leads you out, "Coffee?"
"You know it, Styles." Alex says pointing to him, "The usual, please."
Harry nods and smiles, "Got it."
He holds the other door open for you and you walk out into the hall, towards the elevators.
"I like the outfit by the way." Harry says breaking the silence, "I like the stripes." Harry's fingers lightly trace over the fabric of your arm.
His touch burned your skin, you instantly ached for him, but you force yourself to speak, "This is one of my favorites actually."
Your eyes scan down his chest, admiring how it rests against his skin and the top of his white tank top.
You look down quickly and smooth out your shirt, "Thank's did the badge, by the way." You look back up at him and he nods, "No problem. I just picked the pictured I liked the most."
He gives you a wink and motions for you to get on the elevator first, "After you."
You smirk slightly as you step onto the elevator, your cheeks are warming with a pink blush. He gets on and pushes the ground floor.
While you're trying to get it together, Harry is thinking about shoving you up against the elevator wall and fucking you against it while you watch in the mirror.
"So what kind of coffee do you get?"
Harry blinks slightly and shakes his head as he looks over at you, "Sorry, I kinda zoned out there for a second. What did you say, love?"
You smile and shake your head slightly, "I asked you what kind of coffee you get?"
He smiles and nods, "Um, I usually just settle for a vanilla latte, I guess?" He laughs slightly, "Basic. I know."
You shake your head, "Well, count me as a basic bitch, too then. I love vanilla lattes, hot or iced."
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and smirks.
You look at him as the elevator door opens, "What? Did I say something wrong?" You go to walk forward but quickly move over as someone gets on in a rush.
Harry's lays his hand on your hip, blocking the man's suitcase from hitting you. "No." He says walking off with you, "I just like your personality a lot."
Your heart starts to race and you calm yourself as you look over at him, "Thank you."
He holds the door open for you and you walk out, "I just want you to know that I am really grateful that you gave me this job."
He tilts his head slightly and shakes his head, "No, sweetheart. The pleasure is really all mine." He smiles at you and sighs, "Can I admit something?"
You nod, "Sure."
He sighs and pauses for a few seconds before speaking, "Now, I know this isn't really my place, and stop me if I'm wrong for saying this by any means.. But last night, at dinner, when I seen Alex grab your shirt and pull it over.."
He stops talking and you look over at him, "Keep talking."
"He pissed me off. You are a gorgeous woman, and you know that. He seems really insecure, almost like he knows he has no chance against another man."
He kind of mumbles the last part, but you catch it, acting like you didn't, "I am confident in myself. It did make me mad, but I didn't want to make a scene." You laugh slightly and sigh, "Is this the place?" You point as you stop, "I love this place."
"Best coffee in my opinion." Harry smiles and pulls the door open. You guys walk up to the counter and you have never been more impressed.
Harry orders like five different coffees, all from memory. From the flavors to the amounts of what's put in. Impressive.
"What would you like?" He looks at you and you step up, "Just do another iced vanilla latte, and put and extra turbo shot in it please?"
The barista nods and you step back, "Thank you."
Harry glances over at you and smiles slightly, looking away as you look back over.
"Name for the order?"
"Just put them all under Styles, please." Harry gets out his card and swipes it when told. You move down to the end of the counter and Harry motions you to come over to the couch.
You sit down next to him and cross your leg, "So. What all am I expected to know, exactly?" You lean back and look over at him.
"Just.. um, helping me around in the office, I also have a project I need to start working on for one of the upcoming magazines and I wanted your help on that, if you don't mind."
Harry flashes you a smile and you smirk, "Of course I will help. As I said. Anything you need."
His eyes scan over your face and before anyone can say anything else, they tell his name.
"Order for Styles!"
He presses his lips together and sighs, "Well, I guess."
"Yeah." You nod and stand up, kinda angry it didn't take longer. You pull your purse up onto your shoulder and walk over to grab straws as he grabs the cup carriers.
As he head towards the door, you cut in front of him so you can open it. You press your back against it, pushing it open as you slide out of the way.
Harry looks down at you as he walks by, "Thank you."
"Mhm." You smile and he shakes his head smirking as he walks away.
"Coffee?" Harry looks over at you and you nod, "If it's not a hassle."
He purses his lips and shakes his head as he looks around. he stops as turns towards you, "I think this one by my thumb is yours." He taps his thumb against the cup and you look, "Yes, it is."
You lay your hand on his as you hold the carrier so you can pull your cup upward. The feeling you have with your hand on his, makes you not to take your hand away.
His rings are slightly cool against your skin, how his eyes trail up and down your body.
You step back before anything else can slip into your mind.
As you open your straw and stab it down through the top, you don't even realize that Harry has be watching you the whole time.
Studying you.
Thinking about you in ways that are not safe for work.
He wanted you, but he wasn't going to be the first to make the actual move, considering you're married and all.
"This is so good." You hum slightly as you go back in for another sip. Harry smiles, "Yeah, one of my favorite places to go."
"I'm definitely going to be coming here." You laugh slightly as you start walking again. Harry let's out a sigh, "So this project.."
"Yeah? Is it a big one?" You bite down on your straw as you look over at him. He smirks slightly and nods, "It is. Something new, too."
"Sounds like it's going to be a hard project. I'm in." You smile and he nods, "That's great, y/n. I have a feeling we're going to work amazing together."
"So do I."
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The walk back to the office was just small talk. About the company, the project he wants to do, where to go in the building for certain things, you know.
Honest work stuff.
He holds the door open for you and watches as you walk in as you give him a quiet, "Thank you, Harry."
He smiles as you say his name.
You don't know it, but you're the only one in the building who can call him that.
"So since this page will be all about the women running successful small businesses, why don't we call it something like.." you step onto the elevator, "Women With A Mission."
You turn to look at him, "I'm thinking we can do like a smile font but make the women part cursive?"
Harry doesn't say anything which makes you nervous, until he smiles and nods, "I like where you're going with this." The elevator door opens and we walk towards his office, "Can you do like a rough idea of how you think it will look?"
You nod, "I can draw a thing or two." You smile as your art skills you thought were useless are finally stepping into light.
"Yeah?" Harry holds the door open, "You draw?" You walk in and nod, "Yeah. Growing up, art was my way of escaping I guess."
"Nothing wrong with that at all." He grabs the cup out of the carrier and hands it to Jake, "Do you mind passing these out? I have stuff I need to work on."
Jake shakes his head as he takes his coffee, "I sure can. Thank you."
Harry nods, "Thank you. Remember that piece I ran by your? Well, y/n came up with a title and she's going to do a design for us for that new piece I've been stuck on."
"Looking forward to watching the progress." Jake smiles and stands up, grabbing the coffees and leaving the office.
"So." You smile, "You have a pen and paper?"
He smiles and nods, motioning to his office, "Right this way." You follow him and he motions to his desk, "Have a seat, love. Choose your weapon."
He opens his desk drawer to reveal a basket of pens, "ugh." You sigh, "The way to my heart." You laugh and look through them, picking out different colors.
"Paper is behind you. I will be over here looking through some businesses." Harry slowly walks backwards and you look over at him, "Thank you."
He nods and turns away and you get some paper before leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of your coffee.
You sit up, letting out a quiet sigh before picking up a pen.
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For most of the day, it felt like you were single.
Alex didn't even cross your mind, not until you realized he didn't crossed your mind. You pull your phone out, realizing you have five missed texts and two missed calls.
Your phone was in your pocket, you must have been too focused on work, you must have not felt it vibrate.
"Shit." You thought your whispered quietly.
"Something wrong, y/n?" Harry stands up and lays his papers down. You look over at him, "Wh- oh, no. Alex, just texted me and tried calling me." You sit up and set your phone down, "Must have been too focused."
A smirk appears very slowly on his lips as he nods, "It happens."
You nod and laugh, "You're right."
You pick your phone up and text Alex,
You: Hey baby. Sorry. I finally got a chance to check my phone. I've been working on a project with Mr. Styles and learning my way around the building. My art skills are finally coming in handy.
You bit your lip as you set your phone down, face down. You knew what was about to come. Alex is mad that you didn't answer him the first time.
You mood shifted now, and Harry can tell.
"Why don't we take a break love? It is noon. Ya hungry?" He moves his laptop of his his lap before swinging his legs off the other desk.
You smile, knowing what he's doing and honestly appreciating it. You question if this is why you feel like you do towards him.
Is it the attention?
Is it him being so nice to you?
Is it the sexual tension?
Fuck, who knows.
You did know you wanted to be around for it, so you nod, "Yes. Please." You set the pen down and stand up, glancing at your phone as you debate on leaving it in Harry's office while you're gone.
"Ready?" Harry asks walking over to you. You grab your phone and hold it in your hand tightly, "Ready."
You and Harry make your way out to your office and Harry lets Jake know that he can go on lunch, too.
"So, where would you like to go?" Harry asks pressing the elevator button, "What is y/n in the mood for."
"Um, honestly. I could go for anything." You step onto the elevator and press your back against the wall, "Whereever you want to go is fine with me."
You feel your phone buzz in your hand and honestly, if Alex is going to be a jerk, you want someone to witness it.
You look at your phone, and you don't know it, but Harry's eyes move to your phone screen.
Alex: Since you didn't want answer, I told my mom that we'll be there tomorrow night. So you're going.
Alex: Glad those skills are finally being put towards something good.
Harry scoffs, "There was no need for that second message, or any of them at all, really." He lays a hand on your upper back, "Does he have a problem with me or-"
"No." You say quickly and look at him, "He doesn't know anything about you. This is a women's magazine to him so he doesn't really care."
Harry nods and the elevator opens, "Mm." He leads you out and you look up at him, "You can be honest with me, Harry."
He looks down at you with a smile as he presses his back to the door and pushes it open. You smile up at him, "You can't hurt my feelings." You walk out and sigh, "Trust me."
"Is he always like that?" Harry asks with a curious tone.
You honestly don't know how to answer, "Um. No. Not always. He must be having a bad day at work or something."
"That doesn't give him the right to take it out on you, sweetheart." Harry looks over at you as you stop and wait to cross at the cross walk.
You look over at him and shrug, "I guess I settled."
He glances at the light and looks back at you, shaking his head slightly, "You might have settled then, but you're the only one who can still do anything about it."
You start walking across the street and into a gated parking lot. Harry pulls his keys out and unlocks his car.
You bite down on the inside of his lip because Harry with this car is just insanely sexy.
He opens your door and lets you get in before he shuts the door and walks around to get in. You have honestly never been treated like this before and it makes your stomach flutter a little bit.
He starts the car and looks over at you, "Sorry if that sounded harsh, I didn't me-"
You cut him off, "No. please. That wasn't anywhere near harsh, Harry. You're just being honest." You smile over at him and he smiles slightly as he starts driving.
"So why don't you do something about it?" He licks his lips and glances over at you as he waits for the gate to open.
He looks back at the road and you're quiet, unsure of what to say.
"I guess.." you start out, hoping you'll figure out what to say, "i just feel like it's what I deserve at some points."
"No." Harry instantly shakes his head, "We all come home from work mad or whatever at times, but it's never okay to use someone like a doormat for it."
You want to reach out and hold his hand, you knew he wouldn't reject you, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.
"You're a hundred percent right, Harry. I guess the good outweighs the bad? I don't know."
Harry keeps his lips pressed together before a smirk starts to break through, he scrunches his nose up slightly.
"What?" You ask looking over at him, a smirk toying with your lips, too.
He shakes his head, "Nothing." He looks over at you before parking the car, "Nothing at all." He smiles and pulls the keys from the ignition.
You stare at him, shaking your head as you laugh, "Really looked like your wheels were turning hard there for a second." You tease and unbuckle your seatbelt.
"It's just.." he sighs and rests his head back, "You have the power to change your life and do what you want to do. Just because you got married doesn't mean you kiss who you are as a person goodbye."
Before you say anything, Harry adds, "I like you, who are as a person and I've only known you for two days."
You smile, "Yeah, feeling is the same over here."
He smiles and nods once, "You are a beautiful, smart, confident woman. All I'm going to say, is that Alex better appreciate what he has before it's gone."
His words light off fireworks inside of you.
Is he insinuating himself?
"I agree with you fully." You look over at him, forcing yourself to changing the subject because you know neither one of you wants to, "So lunch?"
He looks out his window and smiles, "Oh yeah. Right." He chuckles as he gets out of the car and hurried to open hours.
As you lean forward to get out, Harry catches glimpse of your shirt revealing more than it should and he bites down on his cheek.
He's been fighting getting a boner since he seen your ass is those pants first thing this morning, and this in fact did not help.
You smooth out your shirt and look up as the door shuts. Harry takes a quiet breathe and motions towards the building, "Ready?"
You nod and walk with him, "mhm."
You walk in, "I'll be right back. Go ahead and get us a table." Harry excuses himself to the bathroom and the host's eyes follow him as he walks by.
They go back to you and you see her sigh slightly.
You smirk slightly and scratch above your lip to hide it as she walks over, "Hi." She says with a very fake smile, "Two of you today?"
You look at her and nod, "Yes. Two."
She nods and marks down where you're sitting before taking you to the booth. She sets down napkins and walks away.
A few moments later, Harry comes back and sits across from you, "She doesn't seem to friendly."
"The waitress?"
He nods and you laugh slightly, "Yeah I agree. When you went to the bathroom, she watched you walk away and looked at me and huffed, so I'm pretty sure she thinks we're together." You look down over the menu and then back up at Harry.
He smiles and shrugs, "Let her think what she wants." He looks down at the menu before glancing up at you, "I don't have to explain anything to anyone."
You slowly smile and look back down, almost feeling like your Harry's secret, even though you don't have a reason to be considered that.
── •✧• ──
Lunch was full of conversation and lots of indirect flirting towards each other.
The nervousness in your body that you felt vanished. It felt natural, like you and Harry have known each other for ever.
"I'm going to finish up this title sketch." You set your purse down and walk over to Harry's desk. He watches as you sit down in his chair and pull yourself in.
You kept questioning yourself the whole time you we're working on your project. You knew you were confident, so why did you let Alex treat you this way sometimes.
You have loved Alex for years, but now that you met Harry, it's like another door opened and you realize how unhappy you actually are.
But are you unhappy?
Or it Harry just that pretty?
After another hour or two of working, you lean back and sigh, "I think it's done, Harry." You look over at him and he looks at you, "Yeah?"
He gets up and walks over, standing behind the chair as he looks over, "oh wow." He leans down over your shoulder, his head is right next to yours.
You swallow slowly, "that a good, oh wow?"
He nods and looks at you smiling, "Oh yeah." You look over at him slightly and he looks back down, "This is amazing, y/n."
"Oh good. I was nervous." You laugh slightly and run a hand through your hair. Harry looks at the sketch a few more times and sighs, "I will get it to the art editor and then tomorrow we can work on reach out to everyone and go from there."
You look up at him as he stands up, "Do you want me to draft up an email or something for us to send? Just something that briefly explains why we are reaching out."
He smiles, "I might just let you take over." He chuckles and turns to sit on the desk, "That would be great. You can take the list home, look at the shops and what not."
You nod and smile, "You can just put your name second." You wink and stand up, stretching your arms out.
He smiles, wanting to take you by your waist and pull you into him, "Fine with me, love." He smiles and checks his watch, "So, you're free to go. I'll probably head out here after I take this up to Zayn."
"Zayn?" You question and he nods, "He's our art editor."
"Oh, okay." You laugh slightly, "Sorry I don't know names yet."
He shakes his head with a smile, "It's only your first day, sweetheart. Trust me." He looks at you, "You'll be here a while, so you'll know them by heart."
He stands up and walk over to his desk. You stand there watching him, your eyes moving up and down his body until he turns around.
You look up at him and he hands you the folded paper with the names on them, "Here's that for you."
You take it and hold it up, "If I have any questions, I'll text you."
"Questions, comments. Any concerns at all, I'm here." He smirks and walks back around to behind his desk, grabbing his bag and keys.
You walk over and grab your purse off the small couch. You toss your stuff in and stand up, taking a few steps back.
When you turn around, you're chest to chest with Harry. You step back and mumble, "I'm sorry."
Your eyes stay on his necklace as you take a slow, shaky breathe, questioning yourself on what you want to do.
You know what you should do.
"Quite alright, love." Harry smiles, "same time in the morning sound good to you?"
"Yep." You look up at him with a smile as you step back, "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Styles."
You go to leave and you hear Harry quietly sigh, "Fuck it." You hear his bag and keys hit the floor and suddenly, you're pulled you back into him.
His hand finds it way to holding the side of your neck as he kisses you. His other arm moves to wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer, spinning you around to lift you up on his desk.
You drop your purse as your lips move desperately against his, silently begging for more.
"Tell me to stop." He whispers as he kisses down your neck, "Do you want me to stop?"
Summary: Anon request on Wattpad - “I really love the idea of harry fucking a fan and having a breeding kink. So muttering things like "yeah, you want me to cum deep inside you?? Put a baby deep inside you?" And kind of playing on his cockiness if knowing a fan WOULD want to have his babies and kinda risking it bc he thinks its hot. you can make the mc a little plus size?? And like mention it? Maybe have harry like it? There just isn't much representation and I would appreciate that. Im like obsessed with this idea so pls pls if you are willing "You would like that wouldn't you?" While pounding roughly inside y/n. LIKE PLS I NEED IT”
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, alcohol consumption, heavy breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, lots of praising, hair pulling, choking, oral (both), harry x plus size!y/n, this is loaded with nasty filth enjoy <3
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LIVE ON TOUR HARRY
You stood with your hands gripping the black, metal railing of the barricade.
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes move around the stage, still trying to convince yourself that Harry is going to be right. there.
“I can’t wait to see him.” A girl next to you says, “I hope he comes out shirtless.”
As much as you’d like to see Harry shirtless, live in person, you’re just glad to be there and hear him sing.
You laughs and shake your head, “I’m sure it’ll be a great show regardless.”
She nods and tilts her head, “Where did you get that skirt from? Your outfit is so cute and I love that shirt.”
You look down and smile, “Oh thank you.” You look up at her, “I got it off of, oh shit. I can’t remember. It was a while ago.”
You point to get dress, “I like your dress. It’s so sparkly.”
“Thank you-“
She stops talking as the lights go down and Harry’s band comes to the stage.
Your heart starts beating fast, the anticipation of seeing him this close setting in. Your palm becomes sweaty as you grip the bar again, bringing your phone up to record him making his entrance.
“Here he comes!” The girl next to you says leaning over and pushing her shoulder into yours.
All you can do is smile and when he comes out into the stage wearing that slightly see through black shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top and an almost matching your skirt plaid pants and jacket.
The girls around you gasp and look at you.
“What the fuck?” The one girl screams, “You fucking win, girl.”
“Oh my god she is matching Harry!”
You look down at your skirt, almost like you’re confirming that it’s still plaid and it indeed matches Harry’s fit for tonight.
After Harry is done singing his first song he steps back and looks at everyone in the crowd, “Wow. You guys are unbelievable.”
He chuckles and walks back and fourth the stage, stopping when he sees you.
Your heart feels like it drops into your stomach. Your phone is recording nothing but the floor because you’re too busy staring at Harry.
“Hello, love.” Harry tilts his head and bends down.
“H-hi, Harry.” You smile and bite your lip, “How are you?”
He nods and smiles, “I’m doing wonderful, thank you for asking. How are you? What’s your name?”
“y/n, it’s y/n.” You nod a few times quickly, “I’m amazing!”
“That’s good.” He smiles and licks his lips as his eyes move down to your shirt, “I like that shirt. Do you, y/n, have love for yourself?”
Harry saying your name makes your thighs squeeze together, “I would say so.”
He smiles, “That’s great to hear, y/n. You look beautiful, thank you for coming to support me.”
“Since twenty ten, my love.” You smirk slightly, “Since twenty ten!”
He shakes his head and covers his face, “I love it, I love it. I really do. That’s amazing, thank you for that, y/n.” He presses his fingers to his lips and blows you a kiss.
The girls around you could burst your ear drums, screaming and grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly, “y/n!”
“Oh I almost forgot..” Harry shuffles back in front of you and points, “I like that skirt, plaid is definitely in.” He winks and walks away, but keeps his eyes on you until a fan catches his attention.
“Are you okay, y/n?”
“Girl how are you still standing?”
“yeah, right. I’d be on the floor.”
You shake your head, amazed that you were the first interaction of the night, and amazing at how much tension, chemistry you felt.
You thought you were being delusional, there’s no way Harry could be interested in you.
No way.
But you were very wrong.
The whole show, every time you were in Harry’s view, his eyes were on you. He was center stage, looking over to his right at you, smiling and shaking his head as you sing his songs to him.
You ate up the main character moment, because why not. You thought that after tonight, you’d have to go see him at another one of his shows.
But you were also very wrong about that, too.
——
“Thank you all so very much for coming out and sing these song with me, you truly have changed my life..” Harry goes on with his thank you speech, glancing at you every so often, trying to hide that smile you make him have.
“Goodnight.” His eyes stay on you for a few seconds and he smiles before he walks off the stage.
You’re standing there, chit chatting with the girls who were around you, telling them how you feel. They’re telling you how they feel.
It’s insane.
“Miss?”
“Plaid skirt.”
The one girl taps your arm and points behind you, “I think he’s trying to get your attention, y/n.”
You turn around to see a guy wearing a t shirt that says security.
“Me?” You point to yourself and he nods, “Yeah, I was told to come and find you, per Harry’s request.”
Your heart sinks again and your knees go shakey, “Okay.” He points down to the end of the barricade, “Meet me down there.”
He walks away when you nod and you turn around, “That can’t be real.” You shake your head, looking down at the guy who’s waiting for you, “Should I go?”
“Have you ever been a trending hashtag on twitter?”
You shake your head, “Not that I recall.” You laugh slightly and she tilts her head with a smile, “You’re going to be. Harry liked you.”
“I mean, worst comes to worst you get kidnapped instead of meeting Harry.” The one girl laughs and her friend hits her, “Steph, really?”
You laugh, “No, no because I was thinking the same thing.” You click your tongue and shrug, “Do you really think- no..” you sigh and the one girl steps towards you, “You can’t pass up the potential opportunity of meeting Harry.”
You look at her, “Right. I’m going.”
You start walking before you can change your mind and the guy waves you to come around. You walk out around the fencing and he walks towards a door.
He pushes the door open and there’s a sea of people in the hallway.
Your stomach is doing flips, you’re so nervous.
He walks you through the crowd and takes you outside to a car. He opens the door and you look in and see Harry sitting there with a smile, “Hello again, y/n.”
You thank the security guy as you climb in and he nods as he shuts the door.
You put your seat belt on and look over at him, “You had to go and wear plaid?”
He looks at you confused, “Huh?” He laughs slightly and you smile, “You just had to go and steal my style.” You roll your eyes and laugh, “No I liked it a lot. You have great taste Mr. Styles.”
He smirks and shakes his head, “You’re a feisty one, aren’t ya.”
“You have no idea.” You mumble lowly.
He looks over at you and your freeze, “What did you say?” He asks leaning in.
“What do you think I said?”
He squints and smirks slowly, “Mm. We’ll just have to figure out just how feisty you can be.”
You didn’t think he heard you.
Now you’re slightly embarrassed, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
Harry chuckles and shakes his head, “Nah, no worries, sweetheart.”
Harry starts a conversation about where you’re from and what shows you’ve been too, totally changing the topic.
“Yeah, so then, I stumbled upon a ticket for this show and I had this weird feeling that I needed to be here..” you shrug, “And now.. we’re here.”
He nods and smiles, “You know, I had this weird feeling before I went on stage, like I don’t even know to describe it to you really.”
“No, I get it.” You duck down and look out of Harry’s window, “You’re staying at The Royal Sonesta?”
He looks at you and nods, “Yeah.”
“This is my hotel, too.” You lean back and laugh slightly, “I’m “518.”
“There’s no way.” Harry tilts his head, “I am in 618, you?”
You shake your head and sigh, “This is insane, Harry.”
He agrees and the driver pulls up to the doors. Harry gets out and meets you over at your door as the hotel staff opens your door.
Harry holds his hand out to help you as you slide out of the car. Neither one of you let go of one another until you reached the fifth floor.
“Do you mind if I stop by my room so I can grab some stuff?” You look up at Harry and he nods, “Not at all.”
You go to walk off the elevator and Harry follows behind you. You glance over your shoulder at him and smile slightly.
He really is such a caring person and you love that.
You hold the card to your door and open it when it beeps. Harry lays his hand on the door to hold it open, “Go ahead.”
“Thanks.” You can’t stop smiling, he has you so giddy right now, you would do anything that man says.
You are putty in his hands.
“Do you want me to carry anything, y/n?”
It makes your stomach flutter every time he says your name. You look at him and shake your head, “I think I got it.”
You pretty much pack up your whole suit case and look at him, “I’m ready, sorry.”
He turns to you and gently cups your face, “Stop apologizing!” He says with a smile, “You are fine, love. I promise.”
You smile up at him and look into his eyes.
You’ve always wanted to see what his eyes looked like up close and you can definitely say they are more beautiful in person.
He licks his lips and bites his bottom one as he sighs, “I want to kiss you so bad right now.” He whispers as his eyes scan over your faded lipsticky lips.
“Do it.”
Without any hesitation he presses his lips to yours and you could moan.
His lips are so soft, perfect.
You lay a hand on his chest, gently digging your fingers in as you grip his t shirt with the other one.
“Come on.” He pulls away and leans in to peck your lips one more time, “Let’s go upstairs.”
You nod and he takes your hand as he grabs your suitcase, pulling it behind him as you walk.
You make it up to Harry room finally and walk in. He immediately locks the door once it’s closes and puts his hands on his hips, “How about a drink, y/n?”
You nod, “Oh, please.”
He smirks and motions to the room, “Make yourself comfortable.”
You smile and nod as you unzip your suitcase, rummaging through to find my our shirts and t shirt.
You pull out your faded Pink Floyd shirt and you notice Harry look down at it.
He looks up at you and nods, “Good choice.”
He gives you a wink before he grabs the glasses and walks over to the balcony doors, “Meet ya out here, yeah?”
“I’ll be right out.” You hurry to the bathroom and quickly change into your comfy clothes. You look in the mirror and smile at yourself.
Your run your hands over the fabric and let out a dry laugh because you know you’re going to have haters because you’re a bigger girl, but you remind yourself that if Harry didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be in his hotel room almost half naked.
You open the door after picking up the clothes you took off and taking them to your suitcase.
You can feel Harry’s eyes trail up and down your body from the balcony doors.
You bite your lip and shift your weight to your right leg, the ones that’s closest to him, popping your ass out.
“Shit.” He, not so very quietly, whispers.
You look over at him and tilt your head, “Did you say something, Harry?” You ask with a slight innocent tone.
He shakes his head, “No, just waiting on you.” He smirks and you shut your suit case, “Fine.” You sigh a bit dramatic and he laughs, “You’re something else.”
You keep your mouth shut because you learned your lesson last time.
You smirk and follow him out, snatching a blanket off the end of the bed as you walk by.
You sit down in the lounge chair and cover up with the blanket. For a little while, you and Harry take turns, going back and fourth with asking questions, getting off topic and rambling on.
Just enjoying each others company.
Pretty soon, the liquor bottle is empty and you and Harry are feeling very tipsy.
After you guys calm down from laughing, it’s quiet for a few moment before Harry speaks, “You know..” He starts out, “Ever since I wrote Kiwi, I’ve always had this..” he pauses and you look over at him.
“Had this..” you tilt your head and he looks over at you, a smirk resting on his lips, “Fantasty.”
You raise an eyebrow, “Fantasy?”
He leans forward and sets his glass down. He stands up and walks over to you, “Yeah.” He says as he places his knee between your legs.
He reaches up and gently brushes hair from your face, staring down at you. “Tell me about it.” You whisper, closing your eyes as he gently holds onto your chin.
“Why don’t I just show you?”
You open your eyes and smile while nodding, “Please, Harry.” You whisper reaching up to pull him to you. You press your lips onto his and moan quietly, “Harry kisses down your neck, “Come to bed.”
He pulls away to stand up. He holds his hands out to help you up from the lounger. His hands go to your ass and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He takes you into the bed, tossing you down on your back and he watches as you slowly slide the shirt up your body. You lean up, slipping it off over your head and then you toss it to his feet.
He admires your body and the fact that you're only wearing underwear makes Harry's cock twitch, "Fuck. Take them off."
He gets undressed himself and strokes himself a few times before he starts to crawl up your body, leaving a trail of kisses on your skin, "I want to put a fuckin' baby in you."
He whispers lowly as he kisses up your neck, "Cum so deep inside of you. would you like that?"
You whimper and nod your head, "Fuck, yes."
"Would you tell me if you were to get pregnant, though, love?" Harry whimpers as the head of his cock rubs against your soaked and ready folds, "Fuck."
He groans lowly as you move your hips up and down against his cock, "Teasin' me baby?"
You smirk, "I would never, daddy."
You both gasp at the same time when Harry thrusts his cock in you, "Fuckin' hell." He groans and pulls you closer to him, "I really will make myself a daddy if you keep talking like that."
You moan at a combination of his words and his cock spreading you apart. It honestly kind of hurts but it feels so fucking good at the same time you'll let him do anything to you.
"Fuck, H-Harry." You moan out loudly as he slowly starts to thrusts, "Just the thought of you being pregnant with my baby could get me off.. fuck you're so goddamn tight."
'Yes!" You moan out, "Fuck, Yes, daddy. Cum inside of me." You whine as Harry pushes his cock deep into you and holds it there, "You'd like that, wouldn't you. Being a fan that's pregnant with my fucking baby."
He moans loudly as he starts thrusting again, "Fuck, Yes i would love that, shit." You gasp and clench around him, moaning as you feel him push deep.
"Gonna cum for me? hmm." Harry pulls his cock out slowly slides it back inside of your aching cunt, "Y-yes." You whimper out, "I need to cum, daddy please."
He pulls out and slowly lays down beside you, "You want to ride me, baby?"
You don’t say another word, instead you staddle him and he watches you sink down on his cock with a groan, “Take that as a yes.”
His fingers dig into your hips, begging you to move. You slowly lift up and rock your hips forward as you lean down to kiss him.
Something takes over you. You turn his face and kiss down his neck, “I want to have your baby.”
He rolls you guys back over, pinning your down to the bed as he pushes his cock all the way in. You whimper as his cock pushing into you kinda hurts.
He pulls his hips back and pauses, looking down at you, “You’re going to be so fucking beautiful knocked up with my baby.”
You arch your back, digging your nails into his shoulders as your legs wrap around his waist, squeezing tightly around him.
He starts to fuck your cunt at a punishing pace, groaning into your neck as you clench around him. Your hands drag down his back, causing red lines to show up instantly on his skin.
You sudden feel a rush of pleasure, moaning out his name as you cum around him.
He cums with you, pulling you closer and pushing his cock in deeper, “fuck, fuck fuck.” He pants as you feel his cock grow a little softer inside of you.
He pulls out and lays beside you, on his side so he can look at you. You shift slightly and look at him, “What?” You ask shyly with a smile.
He smiles and shakes his head, “Nothing. Nothing.”
You laugh and let out a sigh, “Do you mind if I go for a shower?”
He shakes his head, “Yeah no, go ahead. Take a shirt from my suitcase.” You go to get up, but Harry stops you pulls you back over to him.
“I’m going to take such good care of you and our baby.”
“Really?” You tilt your head up more and lean back, “You mean that?”
He nods as his thumb thumbs against your thigh, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” He looks up at you, “Listen, just because I sing about it not being my business, doesn’t mean that it won’t be.”
You laugh slightly, “well, only time will tell.”
“Either way..” Harry pauses to rest his hand on your cheek, “I like you, and you aren’t getting away from me that easy.” He winks and presses his lips to yours.
A FEW WEEKS LATER // PART 2
You stayed back at the hotel while Harry went and did sound check.
You walk over to the bed and sit down, taking a deep breathe as you stare down at the test in your grasp.
You were honestly kind of scared to tell Harry, worried that he might have changed his mind.
A knock on the door jumps you out of your thoughts and you stand up, shoving the test into your waist band, “Who is it l?” You yell as you run into the bathroom to hide all of the evidence.
“It’s Y/F/N. Come on, open up.”
You let out a sigh, “Coming!”
You haven’t told a single soul about that night with Harry. You haven’t even told anyone about Harry.
Expect your best friend, y/f/n. You and Harry had a long talk after the first couple rounds, explaining everything, getting to know each other pretty much.
You both figured that if you’re in this, you might as well need to know the details of his life the media doesn’t show of Harry.
You open the door and smile, “Ah! Hey!” She walks in and hugs you, “Missed you.” You smile and hug her back, “I’ve missed you.”
“You have a pretty good reason for ghosting me for a few days, I’ll give you that.” She laughs as she sets her stuff down on the table.
“So I got the room right next to ours booked for you. You can stay as long as we do or whatever you want to do.” You keep pulling your shirt down in the back, overthinking that the test is showing.
“Sweet. So when do I get to meet your new boyfriend?” She smirks and looks around.
“After the show. Since we’re keeping everything very low key, we’re going in as just fans, so when we’re there, don’t say shit.” You smile slightly, knowing that she’s trustworthy.
“I won’t. I won’t.”
——
You and y/f/n stand back towards the back of the pit. You started feeling nauseated on the walk to the venue, you were nervous to talk to Harry.
You didn’t want to lose him, he truly seems to care about you and what the test read, you didn’t want him just giving up, but a part of you knew that he wouldn’t.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” You quickly say before making to the restroom just in time to puke your anxiety up.
“Oh god.” You whisper quietly before standing up. You take care of everything, wash your hands and head back over.
Harry’s show was just about over, he was finishing up his speech. Once over, you grab her and pull her with you.
“How fast will Harry get to the hotel?” Y/f/n asks, “I know he leaves like a.s.a.p.”
You look over at her, “Same time as us.” You turn down the one ally, out back of the venue and there stands Harry in front of the car, “There she is.”
You smile as you walk faster up to him, “Hey. Great show.” He pulls you in to hug you and looks up at your friend, “You must be y/f/n. Hello, I’m Harry.”
She smiles and shakes his hand, “Hi Harry. Yes, I’m y/f/n.”
“Did you like the show?” Harry slides his hand down your back and tilts his head as he talks to y/f/n.
You zone out, taking in feeling him pressed up against you, but only for a short time before you’re rushed into the car and taken back to the hotel.
The car ride there was mainly y/f/n and Harry talking, getting to know each other and y/f/n telling Harry stories about you and her growing up.
“That was one time.” You defend yourself, “I have not stolen a piece of gum from the grocery store ever since.”
Harry laughs, “Oh, you rebel you.” He pulls your closer and pushes his head against yours. You laugh and roll your eyes, “Fine be mean to me. I’ll just keep my secret to myself.”
“Ooh, miss y/n has a secret?” Y/f/n says poking your side. You swat her hand away and laugh slightly, “That I do.”
“Can I know this secret?” Harry asks teasingly.
You bite your lip and shrug, playing into it, “You’re going to have to know.” You look over at your friend, “So do you.”
The car stops and the doors open. Harry gets out and holds his hand out to help you out of the car. He wraps his arm around your waist and leads you into the hotel.
Y/f/n walks besides you and turns to look at you. She looks you up and down and shakes her head, “No, can’t be.”
“Are you implying that I’m pregnant?” You look at her, “Do I look that fat?”
Her eyes go wide and Harry’s hand grips tighter on your waist. She shakes her head quickly, “No, no. No.”
You laugh, “oh gosh, no I’m not pregnant and I know you weren’t calling me that.” She laughs and Harry’s grip eases on your waist as the elevator doors open.
You look up at him and he gives you a look.
You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows before following y/f/n, “Four.” You say instructing her on which button to push.
Harry stands next to you, on hand on the rail behind you, other on his hip.
“You two are honestly really cute.” Y/f/n says pointing between you and Harry. You smile and lean against him. He rests his cheek on your head and you can tell he is smiling, “Yeah, I really like this one.”
You look up at him and leans down and kisses you.
Y/f/n gags, “Okay. Enough mushy gushy.” The elevator door opens and she sighs, “Thank god.” She walks off and you laugh as you and Harry walk out together.
“I love you guys, but I’m exhausted. We’ll catch up in the a.m.” he waves as she keeps walking away.
Y/f/n disappears into her room and you and Harry go into yours.
“I’m going to go change, I’ll be right back.” You say as you walk to your suit case. You sneak another pregnancy test from the box at the bottom and hide it in your clothes.
“Okay babe. Are you hungry?” Harry asks and you turn to look at him, “I’m starving.”
He nods and start to order as you go into the bathroom. You quickly take the test before taking off your shirt and laying it over the test.
You continue to change, slowly. Wasting time so you don’t have to just stand around and wait.
You take a deep breathe and move your shirt, biting your lip as you look at the window.
You need to tell him.
Just get it over with, y/n.
You sigh and hold the test in your palm. You tuck it into the waist band of your shorts and bury the wrapper in your dirty clothes.
You go out, walking to your suit case and throwing them in. You decided that you’re just going to let Harry find the test and you’ll go from there.
“Food should be here in a few minutes, babe.” Harry walks over to you and your eyes gaze up his chest as you look up at him, “Sounds good.”
You smile and your heart starts to race as he places his hands on your hips. His left hand is so close to the test, you could puke, again.
He leans down and kisses you. You wrap one arm around his neck and lay your other hand on his chest.
You have noticed that he’s been turning you on a lot more, feeling his skin under your touch turns you on so fast.
He wraps his arm around your lower back and bends down to slide his other hand down the back of your thigh.
You jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he grab onto your ass.
The test still tucked in your waist band.
He turns around and lays you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours, “I see what you want, baby.”
You whimper as his hand slips under your shirt, moving up to pinch your one nipple. You moan and arch your back, “H-Harry.”
“What do you want, baby?” He whispers lowly, “Hmm?”
“I-I want..” you bite your lip, rolling your eyes back as he rubs your clit through your shorts, “I want your baby.”
Harry moans lowly at your words as his cock grows harder by the second in his shorts, “Is that what you want?”
You nod and look down at him, “Yes, daddy.” You moan as he switches nipples, “Say it again, baby.”
Wanting him to know already is driving you nuts.
You whimper and lift up your shirt, “I’m having your baby.”
He immediately stops moving and looks up at you, “What?” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly pulls the test from your waistband.
“Are yo- is tha- I don’t know what we’re feeling.” You sit up and rest your fingers over your mouth, anxiously awaiting Harry to say something else.
“Fuck.” Harry chuckles slightly and smiles, “M’gonna let you have all my kids.” He tosses the positive test down and lays back over your body.
He presses his lips to yours and works on pushing his shorts down as you pushed yours down.
“You gonna be my pregnant slut tonight? Hmm?” Harry leans back down and kisses you, pulling away with your bottom lip between his teeth.
You gasp and whimper, pulling him closer to you, “Fuck me,” you beg, “Please daddy?”
He leans up and pushes your legs apart, spitting onto his fingers before slowly starting to work them in and out of your pussy, “Relax, baby.”
You moan and lay your head back, pulling at the sheets as his other hand starts to rub your clit, “can’t wait to see you with a baby belly.”
You spit into your hand and reach over to grab his cock. He moans and bucks his hips a few times, “Always love how you hold my cock.” He groans lowly as he closes his eyes.
You watch as his face twitches just the slightest when you speed up your hand, “Fuck.” You moan as you clench around his fingers, “I’m gonna cum.” You whine as you arch your back off the bed and drop your hand to grab the sheets.
“That’s it, mama. Cum for me.”
Harry calling you mama could send you right back over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck.” You moan as you grind your hips against his hand, “shit.” You sigh as you come down while panting.
He move back between your legs and leans down, to pull your shirt off your body. You lean up and fall back as he tosses beside you, “you’re so much hotter now that you’re pregnant with my baby.”
He kisses down your neck, nipping spots every now and then as he makes his way to your nipple. He wraps his lips around it, swirling his tongue as he slowly rubs the head of his cock against your clit.
“H-Harry.” You whine, “Please.”
Harry slides his cock down, still keeping his lips on your nipple. He slowly pushes his cock inside of you, groaning as he kissed back up to your lips.
Your lips move in sync with his as your legs and arms wrap around him.
“Say it.” He moans lowly.
“I’m having your baby.” You whimper as you clench around his cock.
“Again.”
You moan as he pushes his cock into you and holds himself there, “What are you?” He leans down and brushes his lips against yours.
You moan quietly into his mouth, “I’m having your baby.”
“Mm.” He hums lowly which turns into a moan as he slowly starts to trust his cock into you, “Going to be the best mom to my baby. Our baby.”
He lays a hand on your cheek, “You’re so fucking sexy.”
You press your lips to his and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging slightly as you moan, “m’so close.”
He nods and kisses down your neck before he sits up. He grips your hips and thrusts into you, groaning as he’s growing closer to cumming, too.
“Me too.” He mumbles tilting his head back, “Fuck, babe.” He presses his thumb to your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, “Come on baby.”
He looks down at you and you stare back at him, panting as a wave of pleasure washes over you, “Fuck, y-yes daddy.” You whimper quietly, and moan as he pumps his cum into, once again.
You let out a sigh once you come down and look up at him. He looks at you and smiles.
“I am having your baby, Mr. Styles.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, “Mhm. And it’s nobody’s business but ours.”
You smile and tilt your head, “You really do like me huh?”
He smiles and shakes his head as he stands up, “You have no idea what kind of hold you have over me.”
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Hi hello, thank you so so so much for being patient and waiting for these requests to drop. I just posted Private Affair Chapter 2 so you can check that out here!
Warnings: wine consumption, flirting while married, some swearing
Word count: 5.3k
"I got the job!"
"Shut up. No fucking way." Sage says on the other end of the phone, "Are you serious?"
You start your car and take a deep breathe, pausing as that's the first time you said it out loud, "I got the job, yes. I start tomorrow."
You shake your head as Sage releases her excitement as your phone connects to your car.
"When I went to meet with him.." you pause as you start driving, "He was yelling to, what I assume, he thought was Jake a-"
"Yelling? What do you mean?" She cuts you off, "Like about you or?"
"No no, we'll.. kinda I guess?" You shrug and stop at the red light, "He didn't have any luck with the first two, from what I gathered. So, he was just yelling about how he hopes the last one isn't an idiot like the others and when he turned around and saw me... his whole demeanor changed."
"Like he fell in love with you." Sage teases with a laugh, "Did you tell him that you're married?"
"Of course I did." Your eyes flick to your ring and back to the road as you let out a quiet sigh, "Only after he asked me if I was."
"You didn't just tell him?" She asks, "What di- how did that go about happening?"
"So he told me to tell him about myself and I went on about what I studied in college and he said that he already knew that and to tell him about me."
She laughs, "Of course he already knew that, that's probably why he picked you to be his assistant."
You shrug and pull into your driveway, "Yeah, probably. But I just froze, my mind went blank and I as I was sitting there, frantically trying to think of something quick to say, he asked me if I was married."
Sage stays quiet for a moments, "And?"
"I don't know, Sage. When I told him that I was, it was almost like- no I don't even want to go that far." You put the car and park, shaking your head at the thought of what you were about to say.
"Um no. Finish your sentence, please."
"Almost like.. a look of jealousy spread across his face? I don't know. He didn't look happy, I mean he tried but I don't know." You rest your head on the headrest, "What did I get myself into?"
There is a slight pause before Sage starts talking, "I mean, this interview does kinda seems like one straight out of those movies, but I wouldn't worry too much. You were made for this job and he knows it."
"Yeah." You blow out air, "He did say he liked me though, I don't know. It feels, comfortable with him. oh!" You snap your fingers, "He pretty much told me some of his life story."
"Wow. That's- I mean, he seems like a very private person, I mean I was doing some digging and you can't really find anything on this guy." Sage sighs, "What was his life story?"
"Just about him growing up and moving around. He's British, did you know that?" You bite your lip as the sound of his voice repeats in your head, "It's very nice."
She groans, "Goddamn. Please tell me he isn't married."
"Nope, single actually. Told me that himself." You wait for the words you know are about to spill out of her mouth.
"Set a girl up, y/n. What are you waiting for?" Sage laughs, "But no. Seriously. Give him my number, show him a picture, something."
"Yeah, yeah. I will." You roll your eyes and smile.
You want to tell Sage about what you partially told Harry but you decide to box that up and ignore the fact that you even said anything about your marriage with Alex.
"I have to call Alex and tell him, I was actually supposed to call him right after but-"
Sage cuts you off, "I know. I'm the best." She laughs, "Call me later or something. Love you."
"I will, love you." You hit the red circle and let out a sigh as you run a hand over your face, slightly embarrassed in yourself, "What the hell."
You get out of the car, pulling your bag onto your shoulder as you call Alex.
The line rings a few times before he answers, "So?"
You can't help but smile as you unlock the door, "Tomorrow morning, seven thirty."
"You got it!?" Alex asks with excitement, "Y/n, baby! That's amazing! I knew you were going to get it." He yells to his office members, "My girl is the assistant to the CEO!"
You hear the office cheer for you and you laugh as you walk in, setting your bag on the counter, along with your phone that's now on speaker, "Thank you, thank you."
"I'm so proud of you." Alex starts as you lean down to undo the buckle on your ankle strap, "I love you, now call Sage and tell her because we're going to celebrate."
You make a face when he says to call Sage because you already told her, oops.
"Okay, yeah. I will. Do you want her and I to just meet you somewhere?" You grab your phone and see you have a text.
You furrow your brows as you click on the unsaved number,
Can't wait to show you around the building tomorrow. Have a good night, see you around 8.
You tilt your head as you tap the screen,
You: Is this Harry?
You zoned out as you wait for a response, "Baby? Y/n. You there?"
You blink a few times and tilt your head up, relaxing your face from being scrunched with confusion, "Yes, sorry." You laugh slightly, "I was texting Sage and telling her to her dressed."
"It's okay." Alex chuckles, "I'll just meet you somewhere after work. Just text me."
"Okay. I will. Love you."
You zone back out reading the text message,
Yes it is. Sorry, love. I should have told you that.
You smile and walk over to the couch,
You: It's okay. I can't wait to see you show me around tomorrow and assist in anyway I can.
You totally meant that as professional as possible.
You smirk and set your phone down, "Oh shit." You pick your phone back up and call Sage, "Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Hey get dressed. Nice. We're going to celebrate." You get up and grab your phone as you walk to the bathroom, turning on the shower, "Alex is going to meet us there."
Your eyes move to the top of your screen when you see Harry's name pop up. You smile, "I'll come over whenever I'm ready."
"Okay. Sounds good. I'll get around. Are you wearing a dress?"
You purse your lips and tilt your head, trying to picture an outfit in your head, "I'm going to wear probably jeans and a cute top? I don’t know.”
“Okay, so nice casual! Got it! Bye!”
The line goes silent and you get a shower and finally decide on the outfit.
You got so busy getting around that you didn’t look at your phone until you were texting Sage.
Harry: I definitely have some things you can do for me.
You feel weak in the knees, honestly.
You close your eyes and sigh. Resting your phone by your side, “No. no.” You try and talk yourself down, but you honestly feel like you need to answer him.
You: Alright, see you tomorrow.
“There. Simple.” You bite your lip, kind of hoping he answers.
But it seems like he got the hint you honestly didn’t want him to take. You sigh and throw your phone into your purse and dig out your keys.
You leave your apartment and make your way to pick up Sage.
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“Cheers, to y/n. Who not only worked hard to get where she is, but to also where she is. To the new journey at her dream job.” Sage clinks her glass to yours and Alex’s glasses.
“Yes, to y/n!” Alex grabs your hand as He sips his wine.
"Thank you." You smile and look at over at Sage, "Thank you."
You enjoy your dinner and a few glasses of wine, talking about what you think the potentials of working for Harry might be.
"Oh shit." You gasp quietly as you look down at your wine splattered blouse, "I'll be right back." You look around for the restroom sign and head towards it, mumbling to yourself as you shake your head glancing down.
"Whoa."
Your eyes go wide and lips part and you freeze and look up as you see Harry standing there, his hands still on your elbows, "Y'okay?"
You nod slowly before blinking, "Sorry." You laugh slightly, "Yeah, I was um.. on a mission."
You close your eyes, embarrassment setting in quickly.
"Mission?" Harry asks with a chuckle.
You open your eyes quickly and look down, tugging at the fabric of your blouse, "Yeah. To see if I can get this from setting in."
Your eyes slowly trail up his half unbuttoned shirt as you look back up at him. You bite your lip as you see his eyes linger on more than just your wine stain.
His eyes move to yours quickly and he nods, "I'll leave you to it. Good seeing you, y/n. See you in the morning." He gives you a wink and flashes a smile before walking around you.
It wasn't until the bathroom door closed that your realized you remembered you were tending to your stain.
You quickly run into the bathroom, grabbing a paper towel as you walk by. You go to the sink and run cold water over it, "Please come out."
You let out a scared whimper, "I really like this shirt."
A few moments later, the door open and Sage walks in. She looks at you before walking and looking to see if anyone else was in the bathroom.
"I can't get this out, sage." You groan, "Fuck me."
"Was that Mr. CEO that walked out of that bathroom?" She asks completely disregarding your statement.
"What?" You look over at her, "Was it him?"
She nods and smiles, "I'm pretty sure." She sighs, "That's insane." She leans against the counter, "You should introduce me."
You're in the clear, if she saw you talking to him, that would have been the first thing out of her mouth when she came in.
"That's kind of weird." You laugh, "I haven't even worked for him yet and I'm already throwing a woman at him."
You didn't want to sound jealous, but let's be honest, you really wanted Harry to yourself.
She tilts her head and nods, "Yeah. No you're right." She stands up and turns around to apply more lipstick.
She puckers her lips and blots them together, "If it's meant to be, it'll happen on its own." She glances over at you, "Don't worry about it. You got most of it out. You can soak it when you get home."
He grabs the paper towel from your hand and throws it away, "Now, come on."
You sigh and let her pull you with her back out of the bathroom. She drops your hands and pulls her top down, "Just in case we see him."
You roll your eyes and as nonchalant as possible, pull yours down too.
You look up quickly and follow behind her as she starts walking. Your eyes can't help but to look for him, you're honestly kind of baffled.
What are the odds that Harry would be here the same night you were?
You sit back down at the table and Alex reaches over, pulling your shirt over more to hide your cleavage. You clench your jaw but down say anything.
You force a smile and talk about the stain, "So I got most of it out. Probably could have gotten it all out of someone did rip me from the bathroom."
You turn the attention to Sage, and she laughs, "We're here to celebrate. Not worry about some little wine stain in the bathroom away from everyone."
You laugh and sip your freshly poured glass and something tells you to look left. Your eyes move over and you look behind Sage.
Your heart feels like it's about to cannonball into your gut.
Harry has his eyes on you and he shakes his head as his tongue sticks out to wet his lips.
You want to look away but you can't. He's so mesmerizing, so pretty.
"Y/n." Sage waves a hand in front of your face and you focus back on her, "You okay?"
You nod and set your glass down, "Yeah I zoned out. I think five glasses is enough for me." You push your glass back and look up at Alex, "I need to be up early, so I think we should wrap this up, if that's okay."
Alex nods, "Yeah, no. Of course, babe."
You probably weren't going to sleep tonight anyway, you just had to get out of there before you did something you might regret.
You stand up, facing Harry's direction as you pull your blouse back open. You glance at him and smile before walking with Jade and Alex.
His eyes never leave you. Not until he can't see you anymore.
You had a feeling you were going to get a text tonight, and if you're being honest, you're hoping for one.
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"Thanks for coming, Sage." Alex says as Sage gets into your car. She turns and smile, "Thanks for inviting me."
He nods and looks at you, still smiling, "I'm so beyond proud of you." He pulls you in and hugs you, "You okay to drive?"
You nod, "Yeah, I'm good." You look up and leans down, pressing his lips to yours, "I'll see you at home." He nods, "If you need me. Call me."
He leans back, "I love you."
"I love you." You close your eyes as he kisses your forehead and reopen them as he walks away. You walk to your car and get in, starting it.
"What a bummer?"
You look over at Sage with a confused look on your face, "What's a bummer?"
She looks over at you, "That I didn't see Harry again."
You're married, y/n, you remind yourself as you feel your body sense, married to Alex.
Jade goes on and on about Harry and you partially tune her the whole way to her house to drop her off.
"I don't think it's crazy." You put the car in park and look over at her, "Going for Harry? If I wasn't married I would." The words felt sour coming off of your tongue.
She laughs, "Yeah, I kinda feel bad for you. Having to work with him all day and I mean Alex isn't a bad guy at all. He's good looking too."
You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, "Thank you." You force a laugh, "Thanks for that."
She laughs and pats your shoulder, "It will be okay, I promise." She opens the door, "Thanks for taking me with to celebrate. I'm actually so proud and really excited for you."
You smile at her and nod, "I know. I'll say something to Harry about you."
Her eyes light up, "Yeah?"
"Yes."
"I love you. Okay bye!" She waves as she walks to her house, flicking the light on once she got inside.
You back out and start heading home.
Your phone dings and you sigh, "Yes. Alex, I'm coming home." You mumble as you read the phone screen.
Alex: Just made it home.
You stop at the stop sign to text him back, letting him know that you just dropped off Sage. You toss your phone down and it dings right away.
"Oh my god." You groan as you yank the phone from the seat again.
Harry: If I was Alex, I'd want to show off what's mine.. But, that's just me. I hope the celebration went well. You looked beautiful tonight, y/n.
You look up from the text and chew on your lip. You keep a tight grip on your phone as you drive home.
"Hey, baby." Alex says getting up from the couch. The tight grip on your phone eases up as you drop it into your purse, "Hey, honey."
He gently kisses your lips, "Go shower and get cozy. You need to relax before your big day."
You nod and smile, walking away into the bedroom to gather your pajamas. You grab your phone out of your purse and freeze as Alex calls your name.
"Yeah, babe?" You call back.
"Green or your apple cinnamon tea?"
"The apple please!" (Sorry if you're allergic to apples)
You make your way to the bathroom and close the door behind you. You turn the shower on as you go back to Harry's message, rereading it a few times to take a few moments to process what he said.
You bring your other hand up and your thumbs start tapping,
You: Not anything I'm not used to. It was alright until I saw you. You made me actually regret not staying home, so thank you and you looked good yourself, Harry.
You close your eyes, flipping your phone to silent as you let out a sigh.
This doesn't feel wrong.
You just know that if Alex or any wrong person gets a sniff of the fire you're playing with, it's over for a lot of things, and believe it or not. You do actually care about your husband's feelings, and you really don't want to hurt him, but you also already feel so connected to Harry in some weird way.
You strip down and feel the water, making it the right temp before stepping in. You bring your phone with you and rest it on the shelf in the back corner.
As you're washing your hair, your phone goes off and your heart starts to race.
You rinse your hair calmly before reaching and grabbing your phone. You huff as the Face ID doesn't work and you have to type in your code.
"Finally." You whisper as you tap on Harry's message,
Harry: I'm so sorry, love. You can dress how ever you want. I'm sure you'll look fantastic in anything. I actually went out with a pal of mine, to celebrate you, actually. We'll, more or less the fact that I finally found an assistant I know for a fact I'll like.
Reading his texts make your heart flutter, you have honestly never felt happier.
There's a knock on the door, snapping you out of the happy daze you we're feeling, "Yeah?" You say quickly, locking your phone and peaking out of the curtain.
"You okay, baby?"
You close your eyes, slightly frustrated that you can't shower in peace, which you're not usually like.
Deep down you had a feeling that this job is going to change you. For the better or for the worst? That's the question that you're just going to search yourself and find the answer to.
"Yeah, I'm almost down. I'll be out in a second!" You lean back in and pull the curtain, "Okay, just making sure."
You look at the time and you raise your eyebrows, "Shit." You whisper lowly as you realize you've been so focused on Harry that you forgot to actually shower.
You look around and decide to just shave your legs and wash your face when you get out.
You go back and quickly type an answer back to Harry,
You: I pre bought outfits because I had a feeling I was going to need them, so I have some cute ones to wear. Aww, Harry. That's so sweet of you. I promise I'll do my absolute best for you.
You grumble to yourself as your shave your legs.
Once finished, you get out, and wrap a towel around you. You wrap your hair up in another one and wash your face.
All you can think about is Harry and what tomorrow will hold. You catch yourself every now and then daydreaming about having sex on his desk, and he has a pretty nice, sturdy lookin' desk.
You put on your pajamas and walk your stuff to the bedroom. You lay your phone down on your side of the nightstand and walk out to Alex.
"Hey." You smile and sit down next to him, "Oh thank you." You take the mug from his hands and sip it, humming as you take another.
"I don't know how you drink that." He makes a weird face at your tea and you laugh, "Oh stop it. Don't hate on me." He laughs and rests his hand on your thigh as he starts the movie.
You were supposed to unwind but apparently missed the memo because all you can think about is how it would be if Alex was Harry instead.
As the movie plays, you remain in the cycle of beating yourself up because you think of Harry. Reminding yourself it's wrong and that you are married to Alex, but then you go back to thinking of Harry.
"I think." You yawn and cover your mouth, "I think I'm going to go to bed babe." You swing your legs off of Alex's lap and stand up.
"Yeah, I didn't realize how late it was getting." He places his hands on your hips as he stands up, "Let's go to bed."
You make your way to the bedroom, pulling back the covers as you tap your phone. Your eyes shoot up to Alex, who sitting on the end of the bed scrolling through his phone, "They're opening up a new coffee shop down the street, y/n. We'll have to check it out."
You flip your phone over quietly and climb into bed, "Oh yes. I love coffee shops."
He sets his phone down and lays down next to you, "I know you do." He lays his arm over your body and pulls you closer to him.
You sigh and you turn onto your side, getting as comfortable as you could, "I'm so nervous about tomorrow." You lie, you weren't nervous at all.
You were excited to be with Harry.
"You will do amazing, tomorrow, y/n. And if that CEO is an asshole to you, I'll say something to him." Alex moves his head around on the pillow as he speaks, "You're the best, and if they don't see that, then screw them."
You laugh, "Thank you, Alex."
"Mhm, anytime."
It wasn't long until Alex was snoring.
It felt like forever until he rolled off of you so you could move over onto yours side more. You try to convince yourself not to check your phone again.
But Harry's message sat there, taunting you. You had to know what he said, so you sit up and grab your phone slowly and quietly.
You glance over at Alex, who is now rolled away from you, and look back down at your phone,
Harry: Can't wait to see them, and y/n. I have no doubt in that. Goodnight.
A smile sets on on your lips and you can smile at how much confidence Harry has in you. You glance over at Alex and your smile slowly fades. You wished he had that much confidence in you.
And you're not talking about with the job.
You look back down and chew on your cheek as you type,
You: Goodnight, Harry.
You kept it simple. You felt good about it.
You really didn't expect him to answer you since it was close to midnight. With how pretty he is, he definitely gets his beauty sleep.
You were just about to doze off until you heard your phone vibrate gently against the stand.
You clench your fist, silently cursing yourself because you want to sleep but you want to see if that was Harry.
You sigh quietly and grab it, instantly rolling your eyes as you see it's an Instagram notification, but you instantly regret that when your phone unlocks and you see it notified you because Harry has followed you.
You smile and click on it, laying back down as you hit follow back. You scroll down through his profile, admiring every pictures that he took the time to post.
There's one picture and it makes you clench around nothing, "Fuck." You say almost silent. You raise your eyebrows, seeing that there is more shirtless pictures of him.
The banner drops down from the top of your screen,
Harry: Liking what you see?
You tap it and laugh quietly,
You: I can ask you the same thing
You bite your lip, shocked at how bold you're being. You lay your phone on your chest and rest your hand on top. You stare at the ceiling, waiting.
Your phone buzzes, and you decide to wait a few minutes before you look.
Harry: Is your answer the same, too? Because I am in fact, liking what I see.
You close your eyes and smile,
You: Yep. Still the same.
It was at this moment, you knew you needed to go to bed. So, you turned your alarms on and set it on the stand.
Forcing yourself to go to sleep.
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It's five a.m when you wake up the next morning.
You head towards the bathroom, checking your phone but seeing no message from Harry. Maybe he had the same idea as you?
You shrug and lean over to turn the shower on. You lean back up, looking in the mirror. You stare at the bags under your eyes, laughing slightly as you take off your clothes.
You bite your lip and go to Harry's messages,
You: Good morning, Harry. I'm going to leave a little early and stop for coffee, would you like a coffee?
You rest your phone down and get in the shower. You do your regular routine, a little bit quicker today, and get out.
After drying off, you grab your phone, staring intently as you read the text,
Harry: If you would like, we can walk to the coffee shop down the street? Since it's Wednesday I like to get everyone a coffee to start the day.
You tilt your head, "Aww." You whisper and cover your lips, "That's so sweet."
You: Sounds like I need to wear shoes that won't kill my feet.
You smile as you walk back into your bedroom, using what little daylight you have creeping through the curtains to shift through your outfits.
You pull out the black and white striped blouse and black cropped pants. Smiling as you remember how good this looked on you in the dressing room.
Alex won’t like how much cleavage can be shown but awe well. You’re working for a popular magazine company now, and this is what they wear.
You put on your outfit and walk back into the bathroom to do your makeup. You decide to keep it simple, like you did for your interview.
You press your lips together and inspect your face, giving a nod and going to find shoes.
You’re going to be waking, so you don’t want to wear a heel that’s big and embarrass yourself in front of Harry.
You pick through your shoes and you hear Alex stir awake, “Mm, babe. What time is it?”
“Almost six.” You say as you continue to move shoes and pair them, “Just gotta find shoes.”
“Don’t you have to be there at seven thirty?” He sits up, groaning as he stretches.
“Yeah, but morning traffic and all.” You hold up a pair of shoes, “Ha! Yes. I knew I still had them.” You kick your feet out from under you and slip them on before standing up.
"I'll call you.." you walk over to him and sit down beside him, "After work." You smile and lean in to kiss him.
He presses his hand against your cheek as he kisses you back, "Have a good day. You got this."
You nod and sigh, "Okay." You stand up, "I'll see you later, babe." You grab your phone off the dresser and walk out to grab your purse.
You make sure you have everything before grabbing your keys and heading out.
The drive to work was alright. You felt more excited the closer you got, so that's a plus.
Right?
You pull up to the building, taking a deep breathe before getting out of the car. You hold onto your purse, so tight that if you move your hand there is probably sweat.
You make your way to the door and pull, stepping inside of the building. You smile as you look around and walk to the desk, "Good morning, Jaime."
"Good morning y/n." She smiles up at you, "Oh.Here." She hands you a badge, "Mr. Styles wanted us to make this for you." She sits back down.
Your eyes glaze over the badge before you clip it to your pants pocket, "Thank you. Have a good day." You smile at her one last time before you walk over to the elevator.
Once on the floor, you make your way to the office.
"Good morning." You smile as you walk in.
Jake smiles and stands up, "Y/n, right?" He holds his hand out and you take it, "Yes, that's right."
He nods, "Good morning, y/n. I have unlocked Harry's office, so you can go in." He sits back down, picking up where he left off with writing.
You go to walk into Harry's office but you stop and turn around, "Why does he need me if he has you?"
Jake looks up and chuckles, "I'm here for the paperwork and pretty much the big stuff that could possibly take up too much of his time." He laughs dryly and shakes his head, "you're his personal assistant, but he is a good man, y/n, so don't worry."
You smile, "I won't." You walk into Harry's office and shut the door behind you, stopping to take a minute as you breathe in being at your actual first day at Alluring Mag.
You set your bag down as you walk over to the window, and look out over the beautiful city view. You hear the door click, so you turn to look and Harry walks in with a smile, "Let's get started, shall we?"
