Wishing you were here tonight is like holding on. (CEO!H)
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Warnings: Fluff city, angst, parent death, smut (oral; fem rec. praise, penetrating sex.)
Summary: Harry has a brand-new employee at Pleasing. An employee that he fell in love with the minute he saw her, that he constantly had to hide his emotions from, because, well, he was the boss.
A/N: My first CEO!Harry one shot!! Eeeek Iâm so excited for you to read this one, Iâve worked really hard on it, and Iâve always wanted to write about CEO Harry. I love him already; I hope you do too! If you read, please let me know what your favourite part was or talk to me here. Iâm always open for conversations <3 (ALSO! This is my first time writing any smut, so be kind please) Take care and go easy on yourself this week. Elle x
March 2018
Harry is a good boss. Really, he is. He always stands up for his staff members, approving vacation days without much trouble and brought in pastries to the creative meetings.
He would maybe even be described as a happy, joyfull person, kind and engaged in what his staff was creating and how they were doing. And he was, but it was mostly a façade.
And it wasnât that he didnât feel joy around his colleagues, or that he was faking it to gain something else â Harry was just miserable in his personal life.
You would think it is impossible to be sad and to feel hopeless when you have a multi-million-pound company at the ripe age of 34, the cars, the women, the parties and all the vacation days he could ever want. But Harry wasnât that shallow, he never had been. He wanted connection. Craved and yearned for a soulful connection with someone else. A lover, a soulmate to be his own, and not just a one-night stand or a drunken philosophical debate with whoever was available.
Harry sat in his penthouse suite, in the lounge. The penthouse was eerily quiet, apart from a few raindrops smattering against the glass of the windows. The sky looked as dreary and sad as he felt on the inside, his chest tightening and a furrow between his brows as the thought about her. There wasnât a her yet, but when Harry sat there on his sofa, tie loose around his neck and clammy hands resting on his thighs, he couldnât help but imagine her there with him.
He wasnât going to cry though, have a breakdown or feel sorry for himself; it didnât do him any good, even if it was all he needed right now. He almost called his mom, ready to confess his loneliness, his longing, empty, fragile heart, in hopes that his mothers love could glue at least a few pieces back together.
There was no use, though. He could feel himself falling deeper and deeper into the feeling of loneliness, his head leaning back over the arm of the couch.
A sudden phonecall woke him up from this circle of evil he found himself in. It was Niall, his COO, and best friend, the co-founder of Pleasing. Harry took a deep breath, readying himself for answering Niallâs phone call. It was past 8pm on Wednesday, if anything he wanted to go have a drink at a shitty bar somewhere and drag on about his ex-girlfriend. Harry couldnât have that tonight.
Harry pressed answer and put on his façade, like he always did when there was possible business to oversee. âHey, Niall.â Harry said, putting on his calmest, most stable voice. âHeeeeey there H! Sorry to bother you at this hour, I may have done something stupid, but I want you to hear me out before you get pissed, you hear me?â Niall enthused over the phone. Harry sighed, falling back on the sofa with the phone to his ear. This could be anything, it could be that he sold his part of the company to the devil himself or that someone put roses instead of tulips at the entrance of the building. âWhat did you do, Niall?â Harry let out, already feeling defeated with how his evening was going. His hand over his forehead, bracing himself for what was about to come out of Niallâs mouth. âIt could be worse, Styles, Iâve done worse than this. So, you know how we were going over the applications for the new senior creative for cosmetics and design earlier?â Niall led on. âYes.â Harry replied shortly. âWell, a very interesting application just got through a few hours late and Iâve already called her and set up an interview for tomorrow afternoon. Her resume looks incredible, sheâs just leaving her post at Rare beauty and has previously worked as a creative at Milk makeup. She does marketing, press, design and has so many other skills, I just couldnât put down her application without giving her a chance. If sheâs anything like whatâs mentioned in her resume sheâll-âNiall rambled on, Harry interrupting him, annoyance filling his head, although Niall didnât deserve the blow of it. âNiall. We have a full day of interviews tomorrow, and you just booked another one until late. We donât have time for this, Iâm sure someone weâre interviewing can do all those tasks just as well.â Harry just wasnât feeling it, at all. He didnât care if Niall had just found the rarest gem in the industry, his workday was over at 5 and not a minute later. With how much brainpower has gone to his depressed mood and anxiety, he couldnât bear the thought of staying until at least 6:30 on a Thursday. âHarry, I donât know what to tell you, but I have a feeling about this one. I can stay and do the interview on my own if it bothers you that much. I just want us to give her a chance.â The line got quiet. Niall knew he had messed up not checking with Harry first, but his gut was telling him that this girl might be right for Pleasing. âIâll see you tomorrow, Niall.â Harry plainly said and hung up the phone. Harry threw his phone on the couch, not wanting to even think about how drained heâll be tomorrow as he went for his evening shower.
The next day dragged on, Harry keeping a big smile on his face for every new applicant that came through the door. There were a few possible hires, definitely, but with the final interview coming up, Harry felt the day wash over him as he waved goodbye to the one applicant they had just finished interviewing.
Their floor was pretty much empty now, just a few staff members hanging around and talking about their day. Harry needed a coffee to be able to finish strong, he didnât want to leave Niall to do the final interview himself, even if all he wanted right now was to get a takeout and then get straight home. âDo you want anything?â Harry mumbled to Niall as he rose from his seat beside him, making an exit for the door of his office. There was still a few minutes remaining until the last applicant was supposed to be interviewed. Niall didnât look up as he just said, âNo thanks, mate.â And continued reading through the next applicantâs personal letter and information.
Harry walked out into the hall, hearing cheerful laughter down by the offices as he made his way through. His eyes zeroed in on the end of the hallway, the coffee machine calling out his name. âHi, Sorry, can I just ask you something?â A sweet, nervous sounding voice came from behind him. Harry turned around and was met with what was probably the most stunning woman he had ever laid his eyes on. His breath caught in his throat, cheeks already flushing just by looking at her. She was the most beautiful creature heâd ever seen. Harry realized he had been quiet for a few seconds to long and kicked himself back into gear. âOf course, what can I help you with?â He got out, flashing his sweet smile at her. He got a chance to study her features, her outfit. Her full lips as she smiled, eyes bright and curious as she looked right at him. He felt like he had won the lottery, just by looking at her, his chest was on fire. She was wearing a fun, colourful outfit that was still business casual, a few cartoonish looking enamel pins on her blazer pocket. Creative she was. âIâm sorry to be a bother, I think the receptionist has already left. I have an interview for the senior creative position here and Iâm just lost looking for Horan and Styles offices. Do you know where I can find them?â She smiled at him, a hopeful, kind look in her eyes as she awaited his answer. Harry immediately felt disappointment, if she was looking for work at Pleasing, he couldnât even think about looking at her the way he was right now. Harry reached his hand out. âIâm the Styles youâre looking for, itâs nice to meet youâŠâ He looked at her with a questioning look, not yet having heard her name. âOh! This couldnât be more perfect! Itâs Y/N Y/L/N.â She bubbled with joy, reaching for his hand and shaking it. âItâs really good to meet you Y/N, you can call me Harry, everyone here does.â He smiled at her; he really couldnât help it at this point.
âI was going to get some coffee before our meeting, we still haveâŠ13 minutes. Do you want anything?â Harry continued, looking down at his wristwatch to catch the time. Her shoulders slumped in relief, maybe partly relaxing because of his kind demeanour and kind offering. âI-yes, coffee sounds like itâs exactly what I need right now. Thank you, Harry.â She said lightly, with a giggle in her voice. Harry doesnât think heâs ever heard such a beautiful sound in all his life, and she had managed to worm her way into his heart and make an impression bigger than the other 5 applicants had made combined. They walked together to the coffee machine, small talking about visions and dreams for the company and why she sent in her resume to work for them. And Harry, Harry was in trouble.
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Harry was light on his feet as he stepped into the lift at Pleasing HQ this morning, because he was in love. His whole life had transformed in just a matter of months, no longer feeling the lonely, bitter thoughts taking over him at night. He was in his own world of pink rose petals falling from the sky, rosy cheeks and laughter echoing in his head. He felt like he way going crazy, and maybe he was. Y/N had obviously gotten the position as a senior creative. After she left her interview, Harry was just obsessed with her. With what she saw for the companyâs future, her laugh and kindness, her witty humour.
Y/N had been working for pleasing now for the last three months, taking it all in stride and charming the whole office with her tactics and energy; Harry had never seen anyone so passionate about their job, so caring about the people around her. She was the perfect puzzle piece.
There was just one issue.
Y/N had no idea about any of this. Or, maybe she couldâve guessed. Niall had to tell him how obviously in love he was with her, and that he had to get his ducks in a line or there would be issues. Dating a co-worker, especially as a boss was frowned upon, however not forbidden.
Harry just couldnât stop thinking about her, ever. And they were friends, really good friends. Having lunch together, always getting stuck in conversation at their after-work gatherings, and Harry always did an extra round by the offices in the afternoon just to have an excuse to talk to her. Maybe she saw right through him, but heâs not sure he minded it. He was desperate to be a part of her world at this point, just to have a little piece of her, even if he couldnât have her in the way he so desperately craved. This was going to have to be enough. It was like Harry had accepted his fate of this unrequited love, but he couldnât really complain as long as she was still in his life. He didnât feel sad about it anymore, it wasnât that heartache he had felt previously, he had accepted that he had found his person, but that he was never going to have her. It was alright, he decided.
Y/N was doing a big pitch today, her first one. She had ben scrambling around for the first three months trying to learn everything about the company, the values, the staff and the consumers to really get an idea of what they were wanting to put out. She had worked hard, stayed some late nights to finish a mood-board or sketch a new design for something.
And Y/N was excited. Nervous for sure, but mostly excited to show everyone her interpretation of what Pleasing could become.
Harry spotted her in their conference room as he entered the floor. A smile on his lips immediately after seeing her setting up some snacks for everyone and trying to get the projector to work. He knocked on the slightly open door. âMorning, there! You need help with anything before we kick off?â Harry offered as he leaned against the doorframe. Y/N hastily turned around from the table she was standing on, trying to fix the cord to the projector that was not doing itâs best work today. She jumped down, straightening out her clothes and sighed. âI think most of it is all set, I just canât seem to pull down the screen for the projector though, and you seem like a tall enough lad.â Y/N jokingly said to him, eyes scrunching and her little crowâs feet by her eyes showing. Harry loved every detail of her. âCourse, love.â Harry replied as he walked over to the front of the room and pulled down the screen, easy as pie. âThank you, H.â She said, now focused on her laptop screen, and fingers picking nervously at her lips. âYouâre going to do incredible; I know it. Donât have to be nervous, itâs just the staff and you know all of them.â Harry said, catching her nervousness as heâd known her for years. âHm? Oh, yeah, Iâm a little nervous, but everyone here is so nice, I have trouble believing Iâll be roasted by any of you.â She answered. He noticed that she never replied to his compliment about her being incredible. Sweet girl, Harry thought, sheâs too nice and too sceptical of her own ability, sheâs absolutely incredible at what sheâs doing. Just as he was about to repeat himself, affirming his trust in her, the other staff started to trickle into the room. Harry hadnât even put away his coat since he got here, he just went straight to Y/N. âOh shit, give me a minute, yeah? Iâm just going to put away my things, Iâll be right back.â Harry excused himself from the room, but not before hearing, âHurry up, bossman, youâve got to minutes to business-time!â Y/N shouted after him, earning a giggle from the people in the room. Harry just smiled to himself as he shook his head in adoration before walking over to his office.
She did so good. Of course she did. She had nothing to be nervous about, and she charmed the whole office with her visions and imagination of future products. She had put fourth an idea about more homegoods, candles, pyjamas and blankets. She had even went so far as to research materials, resellers for those materials and always making sure to stay true to the companyâs values according to fair trade and labour rights. Her presentation was also funny, It barely felt like a meeting, she was just so naturally comedic, and Harry absolutely adored her. He sat way in the back, leaning back on his chair and twiddled with his shirtsleeve, looking like a lovesick puppy. Her every move and her every word entrancing him and pulling him deeper and deeper into her trenches. Although, heâd happily go down.
Just as Y/N finished, everyone cheered and clapped for her, everyone was proper impressed by her ideas and research, and couldnât wait to get started with things. Harry stayed in the back, listening to everyone talk and share their ideas, budgets, raw material ideas and colourswatches. Harry was so proud of her. Everyone slowly left the room, congratulating Y/N on her impressive work, giving her hugs and encouraging words. Harry was the last one there. He was wearing a big, dimply smile as he walked up to her. âYou have no idea what you just started, did you hear everyone? Youâre fucking amazing, Y/N I donât even know what to say. Iâm so, so impressed.â Harry said, the smile never leaving his lips. If he didnât know better heâd congratulate her with all the kisses sheâd want. Y/N was blushing, her cheeks turning rosy as she looked up at him. âThank you, Harry. Iâm so relieved everyone liked it and that youâve been here to support me, I really couldnât have done any of this if you werenât there so I could ask all those stupid questions.â She replied, humble as always. Harry got stuck in her eyes, just nodding to her. âCelebratory lunch? On me?â Harry followed up with, the blush never leaving her cheeks. âIâd like that.â
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Another 4 months had passed, and Harry fell just fell deeper and deeper into the sticky sweet lovecloud he was constantly in. It was dreary and dark out, the middle of November as Harry made his way into the office, preparing for their regular staff meeting, when he noticed Y/N was nowhere to be found. A pang of worry beat through his chest. Had she called in sick? Maybe she got in an accident on the way here? Harry felt his heart beating out of his chest in worry for his favourite girl; and just like that his phone went off. It was her.
Heâs never answered his phone so quickly in his life. âHey, there, I was beginning to wonder where you were.â Harry said immediately with a smile teasing on his lips, waiting to hear her voice. The line was quiet on the other end, he could hear her breathing and some rustling of something in the background. âLove? You there? Are you alright?â He said, softening his voice for her, the worry back in his chest as he stepped aside from a few other co workers and into his office, closing the door. âHarryâŠIâm sorry to call so late in the workday, I-i just donât know what to do, i-.â He heard her crying over the phone, clearly upset, her breathing irregular and voice shaky. âShhh, itâs okay love, take a deep breath for me, yeah? Tell me whatâs happening, are you alright?â Harry was pacing in his office, wanting to demand her to tell her what was wrong, but he kept his voice gentle for her. He felt his pocket for his car keys in case he had to come get her. He would do anything. âItâs my dad, my dad has- he passed away in the night, and th-they donât know what happened, I just I ca-canât come in today so, so I was justâŠcan I-I work from home today, is that o-okay?â Harryâs chest was aching as he listened to her tearful voice. Silly girl, working from home when something like this happened. He couldnât allow it, and all he could think about was seeing her, wrapping her up in his arms to shield her from the pain she was experiencing. âListen to me, Y/N, everything is going to be alright. Iâm so sorry about your loss, I am so, so sorry. Youâre not working today, or tomorrow, youâre going to take the week off and go see your family, do you understand?â He tried to be as gentle and clear as possible so her foggy brain could understand his words. âDo you have someone there with you?â Harry continued, biting his nails in worry for the sweet girl he had fallen so hard for. Harry already knew her answer, her family lived a plane ride away and she was pretty new in London, not yet having made a steady base of friends to look after her. She didnât protest when he said she wasnât going to work this week. âNo-no. Iâve already booked a flight home, but it isnât until the weeken-nd.â She stuttered through her tears. âCan I come see you? I just want to make sure youâre alright.â He said immediately, taking any chance he could to care for her. âItâs, itâs okay, Harry. Youâre busy, and i-Iâm a mess anyways. Thank you for l-letting me out of work tho-though, Iâll make it up to y-you.â She said, but he knew her better than this by now. He knew sheâd never ask for help, even if it was from a friend, and just the fact that she called him instead of her closest boss, or Niall for that matter, made his cheeks warm, they were friends first, he decided then.
âDonât worry a second about work right now, Iâm never too busy for you, you know that. Iâm going to excuse myself from the meeting and Iâll be at yours in 30 minutes, alright?â He said gently, her heavy breathing on the other side. âItâs going to be okay, doll, Iâve got you.â Harry continued as he grabbed his coat from the hanger and fished his keys out of his pocket, not letting go of his phone for a single second. âThank you, H.â She just said, as they hung up and Harry was sprinting through the office building to get to the meeting he was supposed to attend minutes ago. He peeked his head through the glass door. âSorry everyone, Niall can I borrow you for just a second? Important.â Their staff was all very kind and gentle people, Niall excused himself as small talk was rolling around in the meeting area. The staff not wanting to intrude on their conversation. âY/Nâs father has passed away, and she needs a friend right now, sheâs all alone and her family lives a plane ride away. I just got a call from her, and she needs someone, will you be handling the meetings for today?â Harry said as he buttoned his coat up, barely looking at Niall, cause all he could think about was her, her, her. Niall put on a knowing smile, but not without feeling his chest tighten for one of his favourite colleagues. âOf course, mate, thatâs so shit to hear. Be gentle with her and give her a hug from all of us, yeah?â Niall said, looking for eye contact with Harry. They werenât a super big company, they were around 20 people and everyone knew each other well, including Y/N. Niall thought heâd tell them she wouldnât be in for the rest of the week. âI will be, good luck, Iâll phone you tonight.â Harry said, already halfway to the lift as he harshly pressed the buttons in attempt to get a move on, faster. Niall gave harry a smile and nodded. He had to know exactly what Harry was feeling, he was a shit liar and could see right through him.
Harry sped off to Y/Nâs apartment, making no stops and pushing the gas a little extra to get to her as fast as he could. He almost ran up the flight of stairs to her apartment, out of breath as he knocked on her door.
And there she was. Still the most beautiful person heâd ever known, despite the tears staining her face, her messy hair and pyjamas still on. It was like another wave of tears hit her the minute she saw Harry, it was like now that he was here, she was going to be okay. âHey, doll, Iâm so sorry.â Harry said as Y/N crashed into his arms, her body heavy and limp from the crying, panic and absolute bottomless darkness she found herself in. Harry had shivers running down his back, just being able to hold her like this, comfort her. His arms wrapped around her, his cheek pressing to the top of her head as he breathed her in and continued whispering affirming words to her. Without letting go of her, Harry stepped them inside her apartment, closing the door behind him with his foot. âShhh, Iâm sorry, Iâm so, so sorry, love.â He continued, pulling her head out of his chest and tear stained shirt, his thumbs drying her cheeks and looking her in her eyes. âI know itâs difficult right now, but Iâm here to help, alright? Câmon, letâs get you settled, yeah?â He continued. She couldnât have possibly missed his loving gazes and soft language. She couldnât have possibly missed how he without any doubt took her into his chest to calm her down. She couldnât have possibly missed how Harryâs heart was beating out of his chest when he held her so close.
Harry took her into her lounge, witnessing a mess of tissues, her open laptop and a now ice-cold cup of tea on the table. Y/N was still burrowed in Harryâs chest, searching for any kind of comfort she could find. In this moment, she didnât care that he was her boss, that he had hired her months before to be an addition to his very successful team of workers. She knew it was a strange situation to be in, and to be such good friends with your boss, but with her being so new to the London, sha wanted to grab and hold onto the people she had. And Harry was a very special friend to Y/N, she really liked him as a friend, but it was difficult to not harbour feelings for the man, affectionate, kind and clever as he is. She tried her best to keep things as casual as possible between them, but she was stumbling in the dark right now, looking for whatever lifeline she could grab, and Harry showed up. Of course he did.
Harry settled her down in the lounge, now on a mission to do whatever he could to make her feel at least a little bit better. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, kiss her, stroke her wild hair and paint soft circles on her skin with his fingers but he had to draw a line. He couldnât use this situation to his advantage, this wasnât about him and his feelings.
Harry knew her well by know, she couldnât function in a messy environment, so he took the first step, that was deemed appropriate enough, and started cleaning up and cozying up her lounge area. He removed all the tissues, wiped down her table and made her a new steaming hot cup of tea. He lit a candle, and put on some soft, but not too sad music for her in the background. She protested, of course, not wanting to bother him, it was almost embarrassing that he had to take care of her in this way; but for Harry it was an act of pure love. Of course he would do absolutely everything and anything for her, even if it was picking up her snotty tissues.
As he finished, he settled down on the other side of her sofa where she was laid down. Her crying had settled, she didnât have a single tear left in her eye. At this point he was just staring at the candle in front of her, trying to focus her energy on something else other than the trainwreck that was her current situation. Harry sighed as he looked over at her. âThank you for being here, Harry.â Y/N mumbled quietly, not letting her eyes drift away from the flame. âYou donât have to thank me; you know Iâd do anything for you.â Harry answered her, his warm hand coming to give her a comforting squeeze around her ankle. She just nodded.
There they sat, Harryâs hand still on her ankle, at loss for action or words. âIs there anything I can do, at all, to help you? I know itâs a stupid question, I know thereâs physically nothing I can do to make this any better, but if there is anything, please let me help.â Harry said into the still air of the room. A few more tears welled up in her eyes; he was so kind to her. âC-can I have a hug? I know itâs not proper but I coul-â Y/N said quietly, almost ashamed to be asking such a thing from him, but she really needed him right now. Harry let a puff of air escape his lungs, almost relieved at her words as sat up slightly and opened his arms for her. âCâmere, sweet girl.â Harry let the words slip from his mouth so easily, he couldnât help but call her those sweet names when she was like this. And Harry often did call her those names, she didnât seem to mind.
Without another word she turned over on the sofa, crawling her way up into his arms, and letting his scent embrace her and calm her down. His warm chest and comforting strokes to her back. Harry was trying hard to keep his cool with her so close to him, and tried to emit calmness in hopes that she could feel it too. And it wasnât just a hug, it was more of a cuddle. But in that moment, they both needed it more than anything else.
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After that day at her apartment, Harry and Y/N had become even closer. Y/N had gone to see her family for the weekend, and Harry had assured her that she could stay longer if she needed to. She was slowly coming out of her hazy mind, thinking more clearly, but she was still barely functioning. Grief is hard. Itâs cruel, dark and endless. Y/Nâs mind was constantly racing between the final time she saw her dad, their memories, and all the things she had to do that was piling up over the week. Harry was checking in on her constantly, texting, calling, showing up with dinner or helping her with the most simple tasks, that felt huge and impossible in her state of mind.
Y/N was going back to work tomorrow, and although she dreaded the pitying looks and comforting hugs, although she really wanted to get back to her life. Not to forget what had happened with her father, but more to kickstart herself, she knew she didnât want to lose herself in this grief, so she had to at least try and do something about it.
Harry was taking up a big chunk of her mind as well. As if she wasnât falling for him before all this, she was now hopelessly lovesick over someone she couldnât have. She didnât want it to turn out this way, and she had thought about all possible scenarios for them to maybe, just maybe have a chance together, but was constantly reminded of the one thing that made her heart ache more than anything â he probably didnât want her. He was just the best human alive, supporting and cheering for his friends, she knew he was like this with all of his friends, he couldnât possibly not be. She shouldnât mistake his kindness and generosity for being in love with her.
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Harry felt like he was going to explode at any given time. They had spent so much time together in the last few weeks, and now that she was coming back to work, full time, he wasnât sure if he could handle just seeing her without giving her a good cuddle or asking how sheâs doing. He knows that as a boss, this is the last thing he should be doing and thinking about, but Harry had never felt like this. It had been months of torture not having her the way he wanted, and he felt completely blinded by the love he felt. Even so far as considering leaving pleasing to Niall just so he could maybe be with her. That was an insane thought though, he was still pretty sure that Y/N didnât even reciprocate those feelings for him, and he was weighing his options of telling her what he felt or if he was going to take it to his grave. He didnât want to risk her career, and if they actually got together, he wasnât sure how the company would take it. HR would hate it, even though it wasnât forbidden to date a coworker.
This was what his mind was racing on and on about, and he felt like he was going to accidentally expose himself soon if he didnât say anything.
He had to talk to Niall. He was his best friend, his COO. Harry knew that he was blinded by the love he had inside of him, he needed someone with a clear mind.
âNiall, I need you here for a short meeting, itâs personal though so donât bring anyone with you.â Harry texted Niall after lunch that day. He wasnât functioning properly, he felt incapacitated from all of this love that he had nowhere to put, and it was time to come clean to someone, although Niall already knew some of the feelings he was harbouring for Y/N.
Not even 2 minutes later, Niall popped into Harryâs office, closing and locking the door. His office at leas had some frosted glass, so they wouldnât be totally exposed. âWhat can I do for you, lad?â Niall said as he sat down across from where Harry was sitting, at his desk. Harry looked deep in thought, his arm leaning on the armrest of his chair, chin supported by his hand. He didnât even know how to say it, but he could feel a word vomit coming up his throat as the silence grew bigger. âI donât know what to do, Niall.â Harry said, eyes glazing over as the iceberg finally tipped over, and everything came to the surface. Niall instantly looked worried about his friend, not yet knowing where he was going with all of this. Niall leaned forward in his seat, eyes on Harry as he watched him rub his eyes to rid them from tears coming through.
âIâm so in love with her and I donât know what to do anymore. I feel like I canât do anything without thinking of her, I feel totally incapacitated. But I know that if I tell her this, her career could be at risk. I want to let her know, I need to, but it could go wrong in so many ways. She probably doesnât even feel the same way I do, and I donât think I could live with that. Iâd rather not tell her and keep her in my life for as long as I canâŠAnd I know it sounds dramatic, but Iâm desperate at this point, Niall, Itâs been seven months and I-â Harry trailed off as he rubbed his eye once again, refusing to let another tear fall for this girl. He was rambling, almost incoherent at times, but Niall listened to him.
Niall knew, he knew without Harry even mentioning her name. It was obvious that they were both in love with each other. The whole office basically knew, except for Harry and Y/N. And for this, Niall wanted to almost laugh at this immensely dense friend of his, but he kept it to himself, aware that this was probably paining Harry more than he knew.
âHarry, Iâm going to tell this to you straight and you need to listen to me.â Niall said, no readable look on his face. Harry readied himself for a proper metaphorical fist to the face. He knew this wasnât right, he was her boss for chirstâs sake. Niall continued. âI think the whole office knows that youâre both in love with each other except for you two. And I need you to get your house in order because I canât watch this anymore. Youâre going to tell her, and youâre doing it tonight. Y/N just left for her half-day and I suggest you call her up right now and see her tonight.â Harry is just staring blankly at Niall, not completely sure that he heard him right. He just starts nodding. And then the tears come. It was relief in some way, and although he still wasnât sure about her response if he told her, there was still something there for them to build on. âNiall, I-. What if it all goes wrong, Iâm her fucking boss, what do I do if she becomes uncomfortable at her own workplace, sheâs a genius, Iâm going to have to be the one that leaves.â Harry stuttered. âYouâre not going to spend a single second thinking about that just yet, because it might not even happen. In fact, I donât think it will. You know, sheâs talking about you all the time. And she has these disgusting puppy eyes every time you just walk past or even glance at her direction. This needs to end. Call her.â Niall continued, supporting his friend. Niall really did think they were endgame, he could already see it when she had her interview here, all those months ago. Harry nodded. And in a moment of bravery, he got out his phone and pressed her contact information.
Y/Nâs heart grew when she saw Harryâs contact on her phone. She didnât waste a second picking up. âHey, there bossman, everything alright?â She chirped on the other end of the line. Harryâs heart was beating out of his chest. âY/N.â He just said, as her blood ran cold. She felt like she was in trouble. Had she forgotten something important? Did she do something to offend him? Y/N was thinking at a million miles per hour, every thought she had ever had about Harry was coursing through her brain at the same time. Harry continued. âI was just wondering if I could come see you later, I have something I need to speak to you about.â Harry said, trying his best not to let his emotions spill into his speech. âHarry? Are you alright? Iâm free now, do you want me to come back to the office? I just left.â Y/N said. She could tell this wasnât the regular hang out or check in like in the past two weeks. âIâm alright, love. And donât turn around. Can I pick you up at 6 and we could go to mine?â Harry said, looking at Niall who was still sitting across from him, nodding and giving him a thumbs up like a child doing a prank call. Harryâs nicknaming made her slightly calmer, maybe he just had a stressful day. Although, heâd never offered her to come to his, if they were hanging out they were always at hers. âOf course, that sounds good. Iâll be outside by 6, then?â Y/N replied. âYeah. Iâll see you later, okay?â. Harry said and then hung up the phone.
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Harryâs hands were shaking on the steering wheel of his range rover. When he had gotten home from his office he stormed around his penthouse, cleaning up any mess that he could detect. He made sure he had something to serve her, and some snacks in case they wanted some. Every thought he had about telling her, he tried to steer away. Instead he cleaned up, took a shower, did some nervous pacing around, and now finally, he was behind the wheel, minutes from Y/Nâs apartment. It was all or nothing, now. And he thought about every likely outcome for what was about to happen, he just couldnât stop stressing out about it.
He didnât want to mess this up. That thirst, longing, yearning feeling for connection had immediately been quenched the minute he met her. The person he had been waiting for. And maybe, if it didnât turn out the way he was hoping, all those dreams of a love so deep maybe wasnât meant for him. And maybe it would be okay if that was the outcome. Harry wasnât sure he wanted anyone else but her.
Y/N was stood outside her apartment complex as harry drove up. She looked heart-stoppingly beautiful, like she always did. She had been getting a little better sleep and routines for the past few days, which had been nice to see for Harry. He was such a worry wart when it came to her.
Y/N enthusiastically threw the door open to his car, stepping in as if it was nothing.
âHi, doll.â Harry said sweetly. âHi, H.â She replied. âSo, whatâs this mystery topic you canât talk about over the phone, huh? Top secret business?â Y/N continued, wiggling her eyebrows in suspense. A smile crept on Harryâs face for maybe the first time today. âIâll tell you when we get to mine, yeah? You might be surprised, who knows?â
Y/N stepped out of the elevator that led directly into Harryâs penthouse. Her chin was on the floor, she didnât realize he lived somewhere like THIS. She was almost ashamed of the fact that he had ever hung out in her neighbourhood. She was absolutely well paid as a senior creative at Pleasing, but this was a whole other level. âSit down, cuppa tea?â Harry led her to his lounge, overlooking the city skyline. âMhm, yes please.â She said, instead going over to the windows rather than sitting down. Harry disappeared for a second and she could hear him put the kettle on. You could see the office from his window, just barely.
Y/N zoned out in some kind of philosophical thought, looking at the skyline, thinking about her current life. But at the forefront of her mind, she was always thinking about Harry. And now she was at his place.
âCuppa tea, for you, love.â Harry mentioned, putting their two mugs down on a table by the sofas. Y/N stood still, looking at all the lights as she could feel Harryâs presence behind her. She felt his eyes looking at her, and she craned her neck to take a good look at him. Y/N is thinking that he is getting more beautiful by the day. His defined features lit up by the twinkling lights of the city, and his perfectly unperfect chestnut brown curls, framing his face in the most delicious looking way. A pang of adoration fought itâs way into her chest, but she couldnât let him know.
âY/N, I really need to tell you something. And before you say anything I really need you to listen to me and let me explain. Can you come sit down?â Y/N was shaken out of her daydream with his serious words. Y/N could just nod, plopping down on the sofa, facing him as he tried to relax against the back of the sofa. Y/N did her best to put on a calm and settled look, smiling at him when she could tell that he was getting nervous. This was going to be way worse than she was expecting, sheâs sure now.
âI donât even know how to say this.â Harry started. It took everything in Y/Nâs body to stay still and not question those words from him, he had told her to just listen at first. Her thoughts were racing, as she stared at him, waiting for more words to come out of his mouth. He doubted his voice, trying to get words out and then it was like he was changing his mind. Over and over again. Y/N reached for his hand that was resting on his thigh, fingers lacing together as she gave him a long, hard squeeze. Harry looked to their interlocked hands, carefully stroking her hand with his callous fingers. He gained courage enough to look straight at her. âIâm in love with you. I have been since the day I first saw you.â The words left Harryâs mouth as he gauged her reaction to them in real time. Harry continued, âAnd I feel like an asshole, because I know Iâm putting you in a tricky situation with me being selfish and telling you this. But I also want you to know that if you want nothing to do with me, or this situation, thatâs okay. I-I just had to tell you, because I felt like I was going to drown If I didnât.â Harry looked right into her eyes. âI was fucking drowning.â He said, almost like he was all out of air, or breathing oxygen for the first time. Y/N couldnât believe a single word coming from his mouth. This had to be a prank, it couldnât be. And if it is true, maybe she wouldnât feel sad ever again. âHarryâŠâ Y/N got out before he stopped her again, grabbing her same hand with his other one. âIâve been realizing a lot of things lately, and one of them-.â Harry continued. Y/N could see the gears turning in his head, trying to get the right words out, but she couldnât wait another second for her lips to collide with his. Her eyes glazed over as she realized that he wasnât going to let her speak. So instead, she took control. âHarry!â She said loudly. Moving from her position on the sofa, towards him and settling herself in his lap. âShhhh, I donât want to hear another word about that, just tell me again.â Y/N said as she got closer to his face. Lips calling out to one another. Harry couldnât breathe. Not with her this close, with her breath on his lips, her thighs hugging his, his hands around her back. It was Harryâs turn to get teary eyed. It just dawned on him what her answer to his speech would be. âJust tell me.â Y/N breathed against his lips. âPlease.â She was almost begging to tell her those words again. Just to know if they were true. âI love you, Iâm in love with you.â The words left his mouth like they had been sitting on his lips for his whole existence. Y/N let a watery smile overtake her features, and a chuckle left her mouth. âThank god.â She whispered as she finally pressed her lips against his. His pink, puffy lips danced with hers as their tongues licked into each otherâs mouths. It wasnât like any first kiss; this was a long time coming. It was desperate, passionate and everything they had been craving. Their wet lips then collided in a smattering of pecks, one after the other being placed on their loversâ lips. Wanting to do absolutely anything except speaking words right now. âI love you, H.â It was Y/Nâs turn to speak, in between desperate kisses. Harry was seeing stars as she said those words loud, her nickname for him feeling like itâs burning a hole through his heart.
It was hard for Harry to be vulnerable. He only really was with his family, and Niall. He couldnât even remember how it felt to have a possible partner to be vulnerable with. Someone he could pour his heart out to, someone who listened, and who vowed to take care of him. Y/N has stepped into his life and cracked open his whole being, it felt like he was on fire from top to toe from all the emotions and tenseness releasing. Y/N let go from his lips as she felt wetness smeared onto her cheeks. Harry was full on crying now. Y/N put her hands around his cheeks, drawing soft patterns on his cheeks with her thumbs, strategically removing the tears from his eyes. âI-Iâm so happy, I promise, I ju-stâŠâ Harry breathed, looking at her with wet, wild eyes, his face leaning into her hold. âI know, itâs alright. Itâs been a long time coming, yeah?â Y/N chuckled out, in attempt to lift the moods. Harry nodded, smiling to her. His hands moved to her wrists, holding her in place. âIâm going to tell you everything Iâve been feeling these past few months, but the girl I love just told me she loves me too, so I just need to breathe for a second. Take a good look at her.â Harry joked, eyes still focused on Y/Nâs face, his gaze bouncing all over her features, drinking her in. Y/N just nodded to him, her love for the man in front of her glowing in her chest. It had been a long, long time since she had felt like this.
This wasnât at all what Y/N had in mind when he had called her earlier that day. She really had no idea that he was in love with her, she really had no idea that he felt the same way she had, especially in the last few weeks, with them becoming extra close since her father passed away.
Y/N agreed to stay over at Harryâs that night. She didnât bring a single thing with her to prepare her for an overnight stay, but Harry had convinced her that he had everything that she would need. And she really didnât want to let him go, not when their night had turned out like this, maybe she would just stay here, always.
They had barely stopped touching since the moment he told her. Always at least one hand on one another; they had a lot of time to make up for.
As they settled in his bed for the night, it was still early, barely 10. They had changed into soft, comfortable clothing, and Y/N got to borrow a set from him. There they laid, Harry was behind her, strong arms wrapped around her frame, fingers lightly touching and playing. Harry breathed in her scent, burrowing his face into her neck and soft, lavender scented hair.
They talked for hours, pouring their hearts out about the past months that they had known each other. But the tears had since long left their eyes, they had each other now, and there was not a single broken heart in sight.
âI still feel like this is all in my head. Like Iâm going to wake up from this dream and Iâll be as fucking lonely and sad as I always am.â Harry said into her neck, placing a light kiss after he finished his sentence. âI know. But it isnât a dream, although my mind is definitely trying to tell me otherwise.â She replied to him. Her eyes focused on the lights from the city dancing on the walls. Suddenly Y/N turned around in his arms, so that they were facing eachother. âHi.â She said. âHi, sweet girl:â Harryâs reply came so easily, and he was finally able to say it whenever they wanted to. âI think we need to talk about work, what do we say to HR, do we even say anything? I know itâs all still so new, but I want you to know that Iâm all inâŠif you want that as well.â Y/N continued, a worried look on her face. The thought was bothering Harry as well, but as things had turned out well for them, his positive mindset was telling him that it was going to be alright. And work, HR and peopleâs opinions was about the last thing he wanted to talk to her about. At least for tonight.
They talked for hours, kissed for hours. In this room, it was just them, Harry and Y/N. They had both been craving this for so long, Y/N had thought of him so much. How it would feel like to be loved by him, what it was like to feel his hands on her body, in her hair, on her cunt. She couldnât stop herself from thinking about it some nights when she was all by herself in her apartment, with her hands between her legs. Heavy breath lingering in the air as his name left her lips in a desperate call for him to do anything to her, anything he wanted. She had felt guilty about it, of course. But now that they were in his bed together, those illicit thoughts were starting to creep back into her head. Now that he was touching all over her, she wanted more.
Her lips reached for his neck, leaving wet kisses and small bites around his soft spot, as Harryâs breathing got a little heavier. âLove, what are you up to, hm?â He said in the gentlest voice, knowing where this was going as her kisses had suddenly changed from pure and loving, to slightly more sexual. âTell me what you need, pet. Iâll give you anything, do you know that?â Harry continued, as he brought his lips to hers. Y/N almost mewled out a reply, mind fuzzy from his scent and sweet talking. âI need you, everywhere. Please. Just do anything, Iâm yours.â Her eyes closing as Harry placed kisses all over her face, nose, cheeks and corners of her mouth. âYouâre mine now, huh? I love to hear those words from you, you have no idea. But I need you to tell me what to do pet, what do you want?â He tried again, wanting to make sure that she knew what she was asking for, and wasnât just caught up in her hazy mind. âI need you to touch me, k-kiss me, I just want you, H.â Y/N said desperately, in an almost whisper. Harry chuckled at the sweet girl in front of him. Of course he was going to take care of her. âAlright, love Iâve got you, yeah? But I need you to tell me if thereâs something you need or if you want me to stop, do you understand?â Harry spoke clearly to her now, looking into her eyes to make sure that his message got through. âYes. Yes, H, I want you.â She got out, her hands now underneath his t-shirt, nails scraping against his stomach. Harryâs hands touched her all over, keeping her close to his body, his hands travelled south and dipped into the waistband of her borrowed sweatpants. He stroked her soft skin over the thighs, bum and finally stopped on the outside of her underwear. Their mouths connected, and Harry was trying to stay focused on her pleasure, on the ques and clues she was leaving him with her touches and the way she moved. âPlease, Hâ She moaned out, so zeroed in o finally getting a little taste of him on her tongue. âShhh, pet, youâll get all of me, donât worry.â He tried to reassure her as his hand grazed over her underwear, laying soft and gentle strokes over her underwear, right on her clit. He moved devilishly slow, and Y/N was aching for more, higher pleasure from him. A moan slipped from Y/Nâs lips and it was like all of the blood in Harryâs body rushed to his cock, almost making him lightheaded. Harryâs fingers that were moving on the outside of her underwear was now moving said underwear out of the way, being able to fully feel how wet she had become just from a few touches. Y/N had started to tug on his t-shirt. âOff, I want it offâ she said to him in the dimly lit room, wanting to see all of him. Harry chuckled at the silly, sweet girl in his bed and removed himself from her, pulling his shirt over his head aswell as removing his sweats, just in his underwear mow. His next mission was to get Y/N out of her kit. He tugged on her t-shirt. âIs this alright? Wanna see you.â Harry whispered in her ear as his large hands were already underneath the t-shirt she was wearing, massaging her soft sides. Without a word from her, she sat up, and pulled it all off, discarding the t-shirt and her bra on the floor. âYouâre so fucking beautiful, love.â Harry said, without tearing his gaze away from her breasts. His mouth instantly coming towards her belly and kissing up towards her boobs, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples, fingers tugging and rolling the other one. A moan ripping out of Harryâs chest the second he got a taste of her. âShit, H, that feelsâŠâ Y/N moaned out, fingers running through Harryâs hair, slightly tugging on it. Harry continued kissing her chest, any skin he could to touch or kiss, he was there. Desperate to taste every inch of skin that sheâd offer him.
Harryâs mouth started to travel down Y/Nâs belly, teasing at the waistband with his green eyes looking into herâs for permission to remove them. Y/N slightly lifted her hips to make it easier for him, and her underwear and sweats were on the floor in barely a second, his body falling in between her legs, as he continued to kiss anywhere he could get to. âAre you going to let me have a taste, pet? Yeah?â He said to her, eyes still looking into hers. Another âpleaseâ fell from her lips, eager to get him on her. âHmm, so kind to me, yeah? Iâll show you my worth, I promise you.â Harry said with a gentle tone, leaving her even more needy and ready for him to do something; anything. His lips finally met with her wet cunt, licking broad, strong swipes over her entrance and clit. Harry moaned at the taste of her, his eyes falling shut; heâd been dreaming about tasting her like this, but this was way better than anything he couldâve imagined. Y/N was writhing in her place on the mattress, her hips chasing after his tongue and heavy moans escaping her throat as he continued to kiss, lick and poke at her with his tongue. âYouâre so goo-d, Harry, fuck! Youâre mine, please,â Her moans encouraged him and simultaneously made his cock even harder, if that was even possible. Harryâs arms came up, one arm over her hips to slightly still her, and one over her breast, teasing her nipple. âIâm yours, donât worry pet.â He replied to her, letting go of her messy, wet cunt for just a second before diving back in. Y/Nâs hand flew to his hair, searching for anything to hold on to in her intense amount of pleasure. âPlease, Iâm going to come, youâre gonna make me com-e, pleaseâ Y/N was moaning out, almost screaming at this point, to deep into her pleasure to realise how loud she as being. Harry didnât mind it at all. The hand that was previously on her breast moved down to her cunt, a finger playing at her entrance before pushing two of them inside her, slightly curving his fingers as he could feel her clenching around them. Y/N could almost black out at this point. She could barely remember the last time someone else had made her come this hard, it wasnât usually happening at all with her previous partners. Her breathing started to get heavier as she came closer to her climax. âCome for me, pet, let me taste what Iâve worked so hard for. Look at me.â Harry let out, having to rut his hips into the mattress to get some kind of relief, he felt like he could come just by looking at her in this immense state of pleasure. With her eyes locked to his, she came, orgasm ripping through her body, legs trembling as Harry worked her through her orgasm with his mouth and fingers. When she slowly started to come down, Harryâs touches became lighter and more gentle, not wanting to overwhelm her after such an intense orgasm. As Harryâs lips let go of her, he moved to crash down on top of her, kissing her puffy, swollen lips. He had already missed her mouth. âI think Iâm going to have to keep you forever, if thatâs how youâre going to make me come.â Y/N admitted with a smile, her flushed face close to his and lips lingering on each other. âDarling, you know I wouldnât mind, Iâm here for as long as you want me.â He said back. Now it was her hands that started to travel down to his boxers, slipping inside of his boxers and gently stroking over his cock. âShit, doll, Iâm not going to last if you put your hands and me and Iâm planning on at least two more orgasms for you.â Harry shakily breathed against her lips. âMmmhâ Was Y/Nâs only reply, instead ridding him of his underwear and mumbling. âAre you clean, please tell me youâre clean I just want to feel you. I have a Nexplanon.â She almost begged him, it felt like too much to just get out of bed in search of a condom. âI got tested after my last partner, Iâm clean as well, do you trust me? I could go get a condom, itâs no trouble, pet.â He replied in between kisses.
âNo condom, I want to feel all of you. Please?â Her wide eyes looked into his for any kind of regret about it. She trusted him, he had already proven himself to be loyal and trustworthy, and she couldnât find a single reason not to believe him although Y/N religiously always wore a condom with new partners. âOf course, pet, give you everything, you can trust me. Always so good for me, yeah?â He said, loving her reaction to the words that came out of her mouth. He turned them around, so that he was on his back, with her on top. âI want you on top to start with, okay? You can go as fast or as slow as youâd like, pet, itâs up to you.â Her heart trembled as he encouraged her to feel good with his body, completely trusting her and wanting to go at her pace. Although, her face fell slightly as her confidence wore thin when she had been on top with previous partners. Harry could read her immediately. âShhh, no frown on that beautiful face, just to start and then Iâll take over when youâre ready, yeah?â He said, sitting up so their naked, upper bodies were flush against each other. âCâmon, doll, take what you want.â He encouraged her as she lined him up and slowly sank down onto him. She was slightly worried about taking him, he was above average in comparison to others and she wasnât a fan of the pain that it could bring. But as sank down and took all of him, and she had never felt such a spark of pure pleasure as he filled her up. âFuck me, pet, you feel so good around me, never had anyone feel this good on my cock.â Harry praised her, as she started to slowly grind her hips for some friction. Harry held her close, arms clasped around her upper body for support, as he attached his lips to hers. They moaned into each others mouth as Harryâs encouragement made her more brave and she moved more freely, her hips desperate for more, more of him. She had never felt this good during sex. Y/Nâs thighs were burning from the work out she was getting, her belly on fire from him, so deep inside of her. âYou feel good, baby? Youâre taking my cock so well, look at you.â Harry praised her. She could barely think straight, not even being able to form a single word as more moans escaped from her lips and spilled into his mouth. His lips went to her neck, leaving lovebites, kissing, sucking, not for a second thinking of any marks he was leaving, deciding that he liked it like that. âHarryâŠâ Y/N let out a tired whimper of his name, feeling so close to another orgasm already, but her legs felt like jelly, and she was frustrated that she couldnât keep up her pace to chase after her climax. âIâve got you.â Harry replied, giving her a big smile as his hands came up to her sweaty face to get some hairs away from her eyes. He just wanted to see her properly. âGoing to let me take care of you? Make you come, again?â Harry continued, a proud, cocky, smile on his lips. Y/N just about had time to nod as he pushed her onto her back onto the mattress, getting up after her and getting on top of her. âThis is my favouriteâŠâ Harry said into her neck, proceeding to put both of her legs over his shoulder, Harry leaning over her. As he pushed himself back into her, Y/N could swear she was seeing stars, the angle made up for her almost lost orgasm as after just a few strong thrusts, she was barrelling towards her orgasm again. Her hand attempted to slip in between them, to rub her puffy clit, she could taste her orgasm, it was just right there. Harry had realised quickly pulling up her arm and replacing her hand with his. âYouâre going to come for me, again, pet? Spoiling me, arenât you?â Harry laughed, pressing and pinching her clit, as Y/Nâs lips attached to his neck. His scent was grounding her as another orgasm rolled through her body, causing her to grip on to Harry hard, pressing herself against him as if he would vanish at any given moment. Y/Nâs nails pressed into his biceps, his shoulder blades, earning a grunt from Harry. Every nerve ending in her body was exploding, wanting more him, needing him like water or air.
Harryâs pace didnât falter, he worked her through her orgasm and continued. The pleasure was so overwhelming, but she didnât want to stop, she wanted more. âDarling, look what youâre doing to me. Promised you another one though, didnât i? Iâm so close, pet, be gentle with me, alright? Harry stuttered softly to her, kissing her lips as he released her legs from his shoulders, pulling out of her. Wordlessly, he turned her to her side, placing a pillow under her head as he got in behind her and pulled Y/Nâs leg up for him to enter her again. Y/N was lost for words, she was in some hazy dream state driven by her lust for him, and not thinking a single thought besides him. âThere we go,â Harry whispered to her, his arm encasing her shoulders as his other hand find itâs way back to her clit, in hopes of luring her into another orgasm. Y/N sighed as he picked up his pace again, her head falling back on his shoulder as she let him manipulate her to wherever he wanted. She was almost pissed at this point; she had gone her whole life without having sex that was this could? She had no idea that this is what it couldâve been. And sheâs also pissed at herself for missing out on so much time with him, when he had been in love with her this whole time.
âPet, youâre going to make me come any moment, where do you want it?â Harryâs voice was strained, trying to keep his composure as he neared his end. Y/N could barely get her words out, already feeling her next orgasm growing from those words he said to her. âInside, come inside me.â She manged to say into the air as she turned her head slightly to catch his lips.
Harry let out an otherworldly moan from that sentence. âSo good to me, Y/N, iâm going to come, are you with me?â He grunted out, his thrusts quickening as did his hand on her clit. Y/N was sure she was going to black out by the time they were done, as she felt her orgasm triggered by Harryâs cock steadily poking her g-spot. Y/N just about screamed, hands clawing at Harryâs arms, writhing around in the bed, wanting to get closer to him and get away from him at the same time. She could feel Harryâs cock twitching inside of her and his cum filling her as his pace faltered, giving deep, hard thrusts into her. They were both moaning out, breathing laboured, as they had just ran a marathon. Y/N was now shivering in her post orgasmic state, Harryâs cock still inside of her as he had caught up to reality, placing soft kisses on her neck, jaw, and cheek.
âDid so good for me, you feel okay, pet? Iâm honestly kind of pissed that we didnât get to do this earlier, best Iâve ever had.â Harry mumbled, nose grazing her cheek. Y/N smiled, slowly coming back to reality; their minds had to be connected somehow. Y/N turned around in bed, now facing him on their sides as she clung on to him. Sweaty bodies embracing each other, heartrates still way too high to be healthy. âMm-hmm.â Was all she could reply to him, as she closed her eyes, taking in his scent, a mixture of sweat, his cologne and pure man, peppery, citrusy. âI donât even think I could form a proper sentence; youâve absolutely wrecked me.â Y/N manged to get out, a teasing smile on her lips as their eyes made contact. âYeah, I was kind of hoping Iâd ruin everyone else for you, youâre mine now, huh?â Harry winked at her, an almost comedic tone to his voice, although Y/N could see the hopeful glint in his eyes as he had repeated those words back to her. He canât fool her that easily. âI am yours. If youâll be mine.â She said to him, watching a glowing smile spread over his face, a puff of air escaping his lungs, full of all the love he had for her. âIâm all yours, and I have been for a long time.â