A/N: āCan you do one where you find out you can talk to someone through your head and it turns out to be Harry?ā THIS WAS SUPER FUN! let me know if you guys want me to continue. Enjoy!
Ā Itās not typical for Y/n to bring guys home after a night outā¦thatās not her style. Sheās old-fashioned and prefers to exchange numbers with a lad, maybe go on an actual date before she gives him a taste. But thatās most nights.
Ā Ā Tonight, sheās internally vowing to never drink again as she lets the hands of this stranger explore her figure, his lips leaving kisses on any area of exposed skin. Her hands leave his soft, blonde locks to reach down and find her keys. As fun as this is, she could definitely do without the feeling of her back being pressed up against her cold door. Her hearts racing at the excitement of it all but in the back of her mind lies a bit of guilt. Heās not even her type; she hopes he isnāt getting the wrong impression.
Ā Ā Once inside, he pushes the door shut for her. They kick off their shoes and stumble their way into the cozy living room of her loft. They finally come up for air after what seemed like the worldās longest make out session. She uses this time to pull her tight dress down, kicking it out of the way. The fellow, whose name she canāt remember, finishes unbuttoning his shirt before he drops it behind him.Ā
Hey sits down on the couch and not too long after, Y/n straddles him, grinding down on his bulge. She can feel herself getting wetter with every rotation of her hips.
Meanwhile, a few miles awayā¦
āAnother shot!ā Harry hears. He sighs but canāt hide the smirk that creeps on his face as he picks up his second shot of the night. He takes it fast āGod, that never get easierā he coughs. His friends pat him on the back, being proper dicks about one measly shot.
Ā What they donāt know is, he slyly told the bartender to fill his glasses with club soda. Yes, he was lying to his friends but he didnāt feel like hearing their whines about him being āNo fun!ā. Heās having a good time, he really is but heād just rather be at home right now. He doesnāt really like going out so often, he always seems to find himself mentally exhausted and annoyed with the atmosphere.Ā
āIām gonna head outā He tells his friends, they try to convince him to stay and have just one more shot and as much as he would like to keep tricking them into thinking he was actually getting hammered, he just wants to get home.Ā āGuys really Iām just-ā
His thoughts are interrupted.
He hears what sounds to be a woman moaning which normally wouldnāt surprise him in this setting. People tend to do nasty shit in clubs like this but it sounded so close; almost like he had headphones on. He brushes it off until it happens again. He knows he probably looks insane, touching his ears and looking around like a crazy person.
āAhhā¦Iām so wetā The voice whimpers. He can feel himself getting harder by the second. Itās times like these he wishes he wasnāt so easy to excite. He could literally just overhear someone talk about breasts and before he knows it, heās stiff down there.
His eyebrows furrow and he quickly covers his erection, obviously not wanting anyone to see. He bids his friends goodbye before rushing out of the club and to his car which isnāt too far from the building. Heās thanking his lucky stars for the parking spot he chose. Harry gets in and rests his head on the steering wheel, trying to will this boner away. Heās still utterly confused but his main mission at the moment is to relax enough to drive home. He can deal with it there.Ā
Then, as clear as day, he hears the moans again. He whips his head around to the backseat of his car because it sounded that close. Thereās nobody there.Ā It doesnāt stop, and it certainly isnāt helping his raging hard-on, which he can now feel leaking in his trousers.Ā āmmmā it continues āFuckā
āFuckā she moans, her nameless friend ruts his covered member up as she grinds down harder on him. She soaking now and just wants to feel him inside her already. She unbuckles his belt and slides off of him so that sheās lying her back upon the couch.
He sits there, scared but also frustrated. He convinces himself that heās hearing voices because heās so hornyā¦or maybe the bartender slipped him some actual alcohol. He fumbles with his belt, looking around the dark lot to make sure there arenāt any bystanders that could potentially witness him at his absolute worst.Ā
He finally frees his cock, it springs up and smudges a little pre-cum on his black button down. Itās real nowā¦the fact that he actually just got hard for no reason.Ā āWhy the fuck is this happeningā he groans.Ā
āWhy the fuck is this happening?ā She hears. She pushes her hands against the manās chest so she can look him in the eyes.Ā āWhat do you mean?ā She giggles.Ā
āWhat are you talking about?ā He replies before lining his head up with her slit. āYou just asked why this was happeningā. The look on his face tells her that he has no idea what sheās talking about. She laughs it off, saying that she probably heard her neighbors or something.Ā
He pushes in, filling her up with one stroke. Her eyes close at the sensation and she forgets all about what she was just concerned about. Her nails rake his back and she arches into him, shifting the angle slightly.
Harry is going mad at this point, labored breathing and flushed skin. His eyes are shut tight, jaw locked, heās as red as a tomato and he doesnāt know how much more of this he can take. Heās successfully fighting the urge to just scream out until he hears another purr.
āDeeperā She sighs. Its the last straw for him. Harry bangs his balled up fist against the wheelĀ
āSTOP! SHUT UP!ā He roars. Only then, does the silence win. He listens for itā¦nothing. Its gone. He clears his throat and finally looks up and out of his car window. Standing there is a group of friends who seem to be walking into the club. Theyāre staring at him like he has three heads and he may as well. To Harry, that would be more manageable than hearing voices in his fucking head.
āSTOP! SHUT UP!āĀ She jumps and accidentally knocks her forehead into the one right above hers. āOw fuck!ā He sits up and rubs the afflicted area.Ā
āWell, thatās what you get! Why would you yell at me like that?!ā She asks as she stands up and wraps herself in the small blanket that was folded over the arm of the couch. āWhat the fuck are you-ā¦youāre crazyā He muttered. He pulls his clothes back on, not caring to button up his shirt. Y/n doesnāt respond, she just stands there and waits for him to collect his things. She knows she isnāt losing her mind, it couldnāt have been the neighbors. It was so close, she can literally still feel her ears ringing. Maybe its best if he does leave.
āAll I wanted was a fuck and I got stuck with a fucking psychoā He chuckled. He slams the door behind himself.
Heās almost to his flat now; the car ride is silent, he doesnāt feel like hearing anything right now. Anything. Heās just glad that whatever that was, stopped and that his hard on is at a mild throb now. He can just tug one out in the shower tonight.
Then the unthinkable happens. He hears her again. This time, it sounds like she isā¦talking instead of moaning. He pulls into the nearest gas station to get a better listen. He might as well ease drop if its going to keep happening.Ā
Y/n decided to call her best friend, Elena and tell her about what the fuck just happened. She wants to get a second opinion and make sure she isnāt actually crazy.
āSoā¦I swear, at first I heard him ask why it was happening and he acted like he didnāt say anythingā
āWow what the fuck? Did it sound like him?ā her friend pressed.Ā āI mean.. not really but it just sounded like it was right there.ā Y/n started.Ā āIām not gonna lie, it sounded a little rougher than his voice. I think thatās part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me offā She joked, Elena laughed along with her
Harryās eyes had widened. Heās pretty sure that whoever heās hearing is talking about him. So they could hear him too? He still doesnāt understand any of this but he feels slightly relieved knowing he isnāt completely alone.
āI think thatās part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me offā
āHey!ā he whines before quickly covering his mouth. He hadnāt meant to say anything, it just came out. What she said kind of offended him, seeing as girls often tell him his voice is sexy and sensual.
āHey!ā She heard. It was the voice again. She looked around her living room, her first thought being that someone had to be in her house. And of course sheās still standing in only a blanket, so if there is some robber in her home, heāll probably try to take advantage of her. She told Elena she would have to call her back, she was too distracted to really hear what she was saying anyway. Maybe it was stupid to get off of the phone at a time like this but she just needed to think clearly and listen for the voice again.
āHello?ā she whispered
āā¦.uhmā¦hello?ā she heard. She screamed and ran for the door, still in only a blanket. She stopped when she heard the voice scream as well, sounding just as scared.
āJesus! Fuck stop screaming you scared the shit out of me!ā she heard.Ā Only now does she realize that the voice is coming from within; she just ran across the loft and its still right in her ear.
āI scared you?! Who ar- what is this?!ā She spits out. Harry runs a hand through his hair, putting his cell phone up to his ear to hide the fact that heās talking to himself just in case anyone decides to look at him.
āI donāt know. I really donāt but Iām just glad Iām not the only oneā he sighed. āOr maybe I am and this is just a delusionā He chuckles, everything is so fucked up but heās always been the type to find the humor in serious situations.
āOkā Y/n starts. āLetās justā¦letās figure this out togetherā
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