A/N: âCan you do one where you find out you can talk to someone through your head and it turns out to be Harry?â THIS WAS SUPER FUN! let me know if you guys want me to continue. Enjoy!
 Itâs not typical for Y/n to bring guys home after a night outâŠthatâs not her style. Sheâs old-fashioned and prefers to exchange numbers with a lad, maybe go on an actual date before she gives him a taste. But thatâs most nights.
  Tonight, sheâs 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. Heâs not even her type; she hopes he isnât getting the wrong impression.
  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 worldâs 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 canât remember, finishes unbuttoning his shirt before he drops it behind him.Â
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 awayâŠ
âAnother shot!â Harry hears. He sighs but canât hide the smirk that creeps on his face as he picks up his second shot of the night. He takes it fast âGod, that never get easierâ he coughs. His friends pat him on the back, being proper dicks about one measly shot.
 What they donât know is, he slyly told the bartender to fill his glasses with club soda. Yes, he was lying to his friends but he didnât feel like hearing their whines about him being âNo fun!â. Heâs having a good time, he really is but heâd just rather be at home right now. He doesnât really like going out so often, he always seems to find himself mentally exhausted and annoyed with the atmosphere.Â
âIâm gonna head outâ 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. âGuys really Iâm just-â
His thoughts are interrupted.
He hears what sounds to be a woman moaning which normally wouldnât 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.
âAhhâŠIâm so wetâ The voice whimpers. He can feel himself getting harder by the second. Itâs times like these he wishes he wasnât so easy to excite. He could literally just overhear someone talk about breasts and before he knows it, heâs 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 isnât too far from the building. Heâs 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. Heâs still utterly confused but his main mission at the moment is to relax enough to drive home. He can deal with it there.Â
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. Thereâs nobody there. It doesnât stop, and it certainly isnât helping his raging hard-on, which he can now feel leaking in his trousers. âmmmâ it continues âFuckâ
âFuckâ 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 sheâs lying her back upon the couch.
He sits there, scared but also frustrated. He convinces himself that heâs hearing voices because heâs so hornyâŠor maybe the bartender slipped him some actual alcohol. He fumbles with his belt, looking around the dark lot to make sure there arenât any bystanders that could potentially witness him at his absolute worst.Â
He finally frees his cock, it springs up and smudges a little pre-cum on his black button down. Itâs real nowâŠthe fact that he actually just got hard for no reason. âWhy the fuck is this happeningâ he groans.Â
âWhy the fuck is this happening?â She hears. She pushes her hands against the manâs chest so she can look him in the eyes. âWhat do you mean?â She giggles.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â He replies before lining his head up with her slit. âYou just asked why this was happeningâ. The look on his face tells her that he has no idea what sheâs talking about. She laughs it off, saying that she probably heard her neighbors or something.Â
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, heâs as red as a tomato and he doesnât know how much more of this he can take. Heâs successfully fighting the urge to just scream out until he hears another purr.
âDeeperâ She sighs. Its the last straw for him. Harry bangs his balled up fist against the wheelÂ
âSTOP! SHUT UP!â He roars. Only then, does the silence win. He listens for itâŠnothing. 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. Theyâre 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.
âSTOP! SHUT UP!â She jumps and accidentally knocks her forehead into the one right above hers. âOw fuck!â He sits up and rubs the afflicted area.Â
âWell, thatâs what you get! Why would you yell at me like that?!â She asks as she stands up and wraps herself in the small blanket that was folded over the arm of the couch. âWhat the fuck are you-âŠyouâre crazyâ He muttered. He pulls his clothes back on, not caring to button up his shirt. Y/n doesnât respond, she just stands there and waits for him to collect his things. She knows she isnât losing her mind, it couldnât have been the neighbors. It was so close, she can literally still feel her ears ringing. Maybe its best if he does leave.
âAll I wanted was a fuck and I got stuck with a fucking psychoâ He chuckled. He slams the door behind himself.
Heâs almost to his flat now; the car ride is silent, he doesnât feel like hearing anything right now. Anything. Heâs 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 isâŠtalking 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.Â
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 isnât actually crazy.
âSoâŠI swear, at first I heard him ask why it was happening and he acted like he didnât say anythingâ
âWow what the fuck? Did it sound like him?â her friend pressed. âI mean.. not really but it just sounded like it was right there.â Y/n started. âIâm not gonna lie, it sounded a little rougher than his voice. I think thatâs part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me offâ She joked, Elena laughed along with her
Harryâs eyes had widened. Heâs pretty sure that whoever heâs hearing is talking about him. So they could hear him too? He still doesnât understand any of this but he feels slightly relieved knowing he isnât completely alone.
âI think thatâs part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me offâ
âHey!â he whines before quickly covering his mouth. He hadnât 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.
âHey!â 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 sheâs still standing in only a blanket, so if there is some robber in her home, heâll 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.
âHello?â she whispered
ââŠ.uhmâŠhello?â 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.
âJesus! Fuck stop screaming you scared the shit out of me!â she heard. 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.
âI scared you?! Who ar- what is this?!â She spits out. Harry runs a hand through his hair, putting his cell phone up to his ear to hide the fact that heâs talking to himself just in case anyone decides to look at him.
âI donât know. I really donât but Iâm just glad Iâm not the only oneâ he sighed. âOr maybe I am and this is just a delusionâ He chuckles, everything is so fucked up but heâs always been the type to find the humor in serious situations.
âOkâ Y/n starts. âLetâs justâŠletâs figure this out togetherâ
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