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BLACK&WHITE (part 5)

A/N: i didn't even plan to line up the halloween themed part to happen this weekend lol but it worked out nicely! we are already on part 5, wow, i think the story might end with part 7, im not sure tho bc i just started writing that, we'll see! can't wait to read your thoughts on this part tho!

PAIRING: long hair college!Harry X Mitch’s little sister!Reader

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

SERIES MASTERLIST

“I’m not entirely sure I can pull this outfit off,” you call out from Ruth’s bathroom as you’re putting on your costume. It’s October 31st, Halloween, aka the perfect occasion for college students to get drunk dressed in silly or sexy costumes. Delta Psi is throwing a crazy horror night party just like every year, Mitch has told you a lot about these parties and this year you’re finally attending it.

Sarah is picking the three of you up, driving you to the house so you decided to get ready together at Ruth’s tiny apartment, but it’s still better than in the dorm where you have to share the bathroom with at least fifteen other people. Bonnie helped you put your costume together, you’re going as Cruella De Vil, or like a sexy version of her. Your hair has been temporarily died to half black and half white and now you’re in the bathroom, changing into your costume for the first time. You haven’t really had the chance to put it on all together, so this is the big reveal.

“Just come out already! We want to see you!” Bonnie shouts back to you just when you finish changing.

“Okay, ready?” you sigh in excitement.

“Yes! Woo!” they cheer together and throwing the door open you walk out, your two friends gasping at the sight of you.

You really did take it to the sexy direction with the costume. The black top is basically a corset, pushing up your boobs just right. You paired it with a leather mini skirt and a pair of thigh-high red boots and a red faux fur coat Ruth lent you. You didn’t dare to question why she owns clothes like these, just accepted that you didn’t have to spend money on them. You actually feel hot in your outfit, definitely gonna earn some curious stares at the party.

“That’s what I’m talking about! You look amazing!” Bonnie nods at you grinning and you just strike a pose blushing slightly.

They change into their costumes as well, Bonnie dresses as Sabrina only that her dress is a lot shorter than the original character’s, and Ruth is coming as Pitbull. Yeah, she definitely took it to the funnier side with her bald cap and oversized black suit, but you think it’s hilarious.

You finish getting ready just in time, Sarah texts you that she is downstairs so you all head down.

“Wow! What a trio!” she cheers when you get into the car. She is rocking her Wanda costume, this year her and Mitch are going for the Marvel vibe, your brother will be dressed as Loki since he didn’t want to paint his whole head to be Vision.

“Thanks, you look great too!” you smile at her.

“You look extra spicy, Y/N. Gonna have guys all over you,” she chuckles, starting the car. You don’t comment on that, just bite into your bottom lip buckling yourself up.

The closer you’re getting to the frat house, the more anxious you’re growing. You’re not entirely sure how tonight will turn out and you’re afraid something might go wrong, but you’re trying not to jinx it.

The house is already packed by the time you arrive. Everywhere you look you see movie characters, iconic people from history or just lazy costumes like the guy who has a shirt on with the word ‘costume’ written on it. Bonnie takes your hand as the three of you walk further into the house, Sarah already disappearing in the crowd. You head to the kitchen to grab a drink, saying hi to the few people you know on the way.

This past month you’ve finally made a few more friends, thanks to becoming good friends with Bonnie and Ruth. They’ve been dragging you along with them to different social events and you also built up the courage to befriend a few people from your classes to at least have someone to ask for notes for when you miss class. You don’t feel like an outsider anymore and actually have friends you can make plans with.

As expected, you’ve noticed quite a few boys mistaking your boobs to your face. Your costume is definitely approved by the other students and you feel confident in it, enjoying the attention you’re getting.

“Jesus, you’re basically naked, Y/N,” Mitch snaps at you when he shows up, joining your little circle. His hair is styled completely like Loki’s and he bought a cheap Loki costume off of Amazon probably, looking like the Wish version of the god of mischief. Luckily, he wasn’t loud enough with his comment for others to hear him, only you.

“Would you chill? I’m definitely wearing more clothes than those girls,” you tell him, nodding towards three girls dressed as sexy nurses, but they are basically in red lingerie with white coats over it, but completely unbuttoned, of course. Mitch grimaces seeing them before turning back to you.

“Just… don’t take the coat off,” he mumbles under his breath, but you just chuckle shaking your head as you take a sip from your drink. “I gotta go, have to check up on Harry if he is still whining about his costume.”

He pats your shoulder before walking off, not even noticing how you just froze over the mentioning of Harry. You look around, searching for his face you know all too well, but see no trace of him, though you expect to run into him at some point tonight, since it’s their house and Harry is popular among these people, the boys won’t let him sit in his room like that night you met him for the first time at the beginning of the semester. So much has happened since then…

“Holy shit, Y/N!” Dominick gasps upon seeing you, his eyes shamelessly wandering up and down your body when he sees you. He’s never failed to flirt with you whenever you ran into each other since you’ve been introduced to him that night you took Bonnie and Ruth with you to a frat party with you. It’s flattering, how he always tries to chat you up, but it’s always the same. He flirts with you, you smile and nod and he gives up for the time being, picking up some sorority girl, trying again next time he sees you.

Seems like tonight is no different.

“And what are you supposed to be?” you ask him, trying to figure out his costume with not much luck. He is wearing a simple white shirt with black pants and a pair of fake glasses.

“Oh, I’m Superman,” he grins, opening the shirt on his chest, revealing a Superman shirt underneath.

“Mhm, creative,” you huff and with that you’re already over talking to him.

Unfortunately he thinks otherwise. Seems like Dominick chose tonight to get on your nerves more than he usually does. He keeps circling around you, always somewhere near you, his attempts to chat you up failing terribly, especially since you have to keep reminding him not to stare at your boobs when he is talking to you.

“You can’t expect me not to look at them,” he just chuckles, as if it was such a good joke, but you’re starting to lose patience.

“At least try, Dominick,” you grimaced at him, but he didn’t take the hint that you want nothing to do with him anymore. As you make your way upstairs to find a bathroom, he comes right after you.

“So when are you going out with me, huh?” he smirks at you confidently, but his charm doesn’t work on you.

“How about never?” you scoff.

“Come on, you wouldn’t regret it!” He grabs your hand and stops you from walking away, making you turn to face him, but you’re not a fan of getting his hands on you. Yanking yourself out of his hold you shoot him a hard glare.

“Knock it off, will you?”

“Don’t be like this, I just—“

“You heard her, Dominick. Go and find one of your booty calls and leave her alone.”

Hearing the all too familiar voice you freeze, but don’t look behind, already knowing who’s standing there. You can feel the heat of his body, so he must be very close to you as he stares at Dominick. He doesn’t look flirty and playful anymore. His jaw clenches as he lets out a huff, but doesn’t reply, just turns around and walks away.

Slowly, you turn to face Harry and you can’t help a little smile when you see that he is dressed as Waldo in a red and white striped shirt and red beanie. His reaction to your costume on the other hand is not as delightful as yours. You catch his eyes wander down the length of your body, the heat rising inside you the longer he is just standing there, staring at you.

Then he lifts his head, looks around as if he is checking if anyone is paying attention to the two of you and when he sees that the air is clear, he grabs your hand and simply pulls you into his room, shutting the door closed, hiding you from all the curious stares out there. You’re breathing heavily as you stand in the middle of his room while he is still at the door, not a single word has been spoken between the two of you. His gaze runs down your body again, the corset and miniskirt clearly catching his attention. His eyes return to yours and your breath gets caught in your throat. The next thing you know is that he leaps through the room and kisses you so hard, the air gets knocked out of your lungs as your body smashes against his.

You kiss him back with just as much vigor, pulling his beanie off, throwing it to the side so you can lace your fingers through his hair, tugging it just as much as he likes while his arms wrap around you so tight you’re having trouble breathing, but you’re praying he won’t let go of you.

“You really had the nerve to come here in this outfit, huh?” he mumbles against your mouth, tugging the red fur coat off of you, exposing your risqué outfit you’re wearing underneath.

“You have any complaints about it?” you challenge, a moan slipping through your lips when he kisses down your throat, heading to the swell of your breasts.

“Just one,” he mumbles against your heated skin. “I don’t like it when other guys are ogling my girlfriend.”

Yup, girlfriend. That’s right. You still can’t push your smirk down hearing it from him even though you’ve been holding the title for about a month now.

The turning point was that night when you called him out for ruining your date sneakily. He admitted to having feelings for you, you kissed him and then he made you ride his thigh in an alley way until you came. Then he took a total one hundred eighty, wanted to pretend like it didn’t happen right until you told him, no, begged him not to push you away. You really thought he wouldn’t listen but then... some kind of miracle happened.

He gave it a chance. Gave you a chance and you’ve been on cloud nine since then. Well, kind of. Because being with Harry came with a few challenges, the biggest one is that you basically can’t be seen together.

After the heat of the moment in the car and once you stopped making out like the world was about to end, you realized there was a lot to discuss and you both agreed that it’s better to keep it a secret for a while. At least until you figure out how to tell Mitch without giving him a heart-attack.

“So you don’t approve of my costume?” you question him, arching an eyebrow playfully as he kisses up your throat to meet your lips again.

“I do. You look gorgeous. I just wish I could show everyone that you’re mine,” he hums against your lips, kissing you a little slower this time, his fingers dancing along your sides. Cupping his face in your hands you pout at him, knowing the feeling well. Harry is not the only jealous one in this relationship, even though you trust him fully, it still does not mean that girls won’t try to get into his pants shamelessly. You’ve seen quite a few girls flirting with him when you were around and you couldn’t walk up to him and kiss him, showing everyone that he belongs to you.

His kiss grows hungrier and you fist his shirt at his chest, pulling him close to you, wanting nothing else than to take it a few steps further, but you both know this is not the time and place for that. In fact, it never is. Being in a secret relationship is definitely harder than you thought, especially since Harry lives with your brother and a bunch of other guys and you share a room with Bonnie. There’s basically no privacy for you, so you’ve been forced to put your desires aside, though it’s getting hard… along with something else in Harry’s pants every time you get handsy.

Slowly but surely he stops himself, not letting this get out of hands and way too hard to contain yourselves. You whine a little when he pulls back, but you know it’s for the best. You will not be the couple who gets caught having sex in the middle of a party.

“Please say the corset is yours and you’ll put it on for me when we can be alone finally?”

Chuckling you brush his hair out of his forehead before pecking his lips softly, his hands slipping down to your butt, giving it a playful squeeze. Harry loves physical touch, that you’ve learned already, so it’s kind of a torture for him that he can’t get his hands on you whenever he wants. But when you have a few minutes for yourselves, he makes sure to make up for all the time he had to miss out on.

“It’s mine,” you grin at him, biting into your bottom lip. “I hope I won’t forget to have it with me. God knows when our time will finally come,” you sigh with a pout.

“Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you about.” God, that boyish smirk! You just want to kiss him stupid all the time.

“Alright, what is it?”

“What are you doing next weekend?”

“Other than studying? Probably not much,” you chuckle. “Why?”

“I was thinking that we could go on a little trip. Just the two of us. My uncle has a cabin not far up in the woods, it’s pretty secluded, no chance we would run into anyone we know. We could go on a hike, make a campfire, anything you want.”

The idea to spend a weekend away from everything and everyone sounds like heaven. You’re kind of done with the hiding, the secret rendezvous, having to drive across town if you wanted to have a dinner date without worrying that you’ll get caught.

“That’s… I would love that,” you breathe out, pulling him down to kiss you sweetly.

“Okay, then it’s settled?” he grins against your lips.

“Yeah. I just have to make up a lie where I’m spending the weekend,” you chuckle.

“We’ll figure it out,” he hums and you know he is right. Nothing is too hard or impossible if you’re with Harry.

Stealing a few more minutes alone with him, you force yourself to go out again, though Harry is having a hard time to let go of you, he keeps pulling you back, kissing you whenever you’re about to leave.

“Harry, we’ve been in here for way too long,” you chuckle, though don’t really try to push him away as he kisses down your neck.

“Not my fault that you look this good,” he hums.

“Alright, done, we need to go out,” you chuckle, finally stepping out of his embrace. He pouts at you like a baby, but you’re not letting him guilt you into staying any longer. “Let’s socialize a bit more. I’ll text you when we are about to leave, we can meet for a bit then, okay?”

“Okay,” he breathes out, pecking your lips one last time, patting your bum as he pushes you towards the door. Shooting him one last wink you walk out of the room, making sure no one sees you.

For the rest of the party you stick to staying with your friends. You drink, dance, mingle in the crowd, having a blast. You even find two girls dressed as Dalmatians so you take a cool photo for your Instagram with them, it’s truly iconic. Once Mitch gets over your revealing outfit he stops bitching about it and plays a round of beerpong with you against Sarah and one of her friends. Of course, the Rowlands always win, everyone around the table cheers when you make the ball drop into the last cup, winning the game.

You see Harry around several times, locking eyes in the crowd, stealing tiny touches when you pass by each other and he keeps texting you throughout the night, telling you how good you look, how much he wants to show you off and that he can’t wait for next weekend to have you all to himself. He knows how to rile you up, sending a few spicier texts as well that makes you want to drag him up to his room and just take him right then and there. But you keep your distance, telling yourself you’ll have all the time in the world in just a week, away from everyone else.

It’s way past midnight when Harry steps out to the backyard, looking for a secluded spot to have a breather. These parties are growing more and more tiring, especially when he can’t spend them with the person he wants to. He knows he would enjoy the evening more if he could just stay with you, be like a real couple, hold your hand or kiss you whenever he wants to. But he knows he has to be patient so he is left to enjoy the tiny stolen moments.

“Hello, stranger.”

He can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes at the familiar voice. Turning to his left he sees Georgie walking towards him with a seductive smile, one that would have worked on him maybe a year ago, but all he feels from seeing it is disgust and frustration.

“What are you doing here alone?” she asks, stopping way too close to Harry’s liking, so he takes a step backwards. Georgie doesn’t miss it, but chooses to ignore it.

“Just getting some fresh air,” he answers rigidly.

“I wanted to have a few words with you, but couldn’t find you all night.”

“You found me now.” He forces a smile to his face, but it’s evidently not real.

“Sorry about last time, H. I shouldn’t have just went into your room, it’s your private place.”

Harry can’t mask his surprise over the apology, he was definitely not expecting one from her, especially after how upset she was when he last saw her.

“It’s…it’s fine,” he breathes out with a tiny nod. There’s a heartbeat of silence and then the downfall starts.

“H, I miss you.” “Stop it,” Harry answers right away.

“Do you not miss me?” she whines, stepping closer again, but Harry backs away again.

“I think I made it clear last time, Georgie, that I don’t want anything from you anymore.”

“Things were said in the heat of the moment. I thought that we could talk it over again and—“

“There’s nothing to talk over. Don’t make it harder for yourself.”

Clearly, it’s not what she was expecting. Harry’s reaction to her attempt to make up is far from the version she imagined would happen and it doesn’t sit right with her.

“What the fuck happened to you, Harry?” she snaps, quickly dropping the sweet act. “What game are you playing, huh?”

“It’s not a game, how do you not understand it?” Now Harry is losing his patience with her. He doesn’t understand why she wouldn’t just move on, find another guy she can throw herself on. He made it clear that he doesn’t want to continue whatever they had going on, why can’t she just accept it?

“Come on, everything is just a game to you. This is who you are, this is The Harry Styles,” she cackles, hands on her hips.

“Or maybe you have no idea who I am. Stop assuming because we fucked a few times, that you know me. Because quite frankly, you don’t.”

“Okay, I don’t know you, whatever. But why can’t we just fuck? I don’t have to know your favorite color to suck your dick, do I?” she scoffs.

“Georgie, I’m seeing someone, okay? Stop being so desperate and save the drama for someone else.”

“What?” she blinks at him surprised.

“I’m dating someone, I have a girlfriend, but even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t want to sleep with you, because I’m done with you.”

He didn’t want to drag it this long. Never really understood how someone can’t just accept when the other wants it to be over, the begging and arguing can’t change anything.

“A girlfriend?” she questions, eyebrows shooting up. “And who is this girlfriend of yours?”

“None of your business. So leave me the fuck alone, I’m not having this conversation again, understood?”

Georgie doesn’t answer, just nods clenching her jaw. Harry pays her one last glance before walking away, back to the crowd. He would rather suffocate in there than keep talking to her a second longer.

Another hour passes when you’re starting to get tired and luckily Bonnie feels the same way. Neither of you wants to wait until the party dies down. Finishing your last drink you agree to call an Uber soon and head back to the dormitory.

You text Harry to meet you in his room and you tell Bonnie that you left your lipstick in Mitch’s room so you’re gonna run upstairs to get it before leaving and she doesn’t even question you. Harry is already in his room when you walk in, quickly closing the door behind you, wrapping yourself around him as your goodbye.

“Want to go for a late night drive tomorrow?” he murmurs against your lips and you hum as an answer. “And I can’t wait for the weekend. Pack warm clothes and I hope you have a pair of good boots. There’s a great path leading from the cabin up to the top of the hill, I think you’ll like it.”

Your heart skips a beat even just thinking about being with Harry unbothered for an entire weekend. And the fact that he is clearly not planning this to get into your pants, wanting to do actual activities with you is just a pleasant bonus. He keeps proving that you’ve made the right choice when you let yourself fall for him.

“Sounds perfect,” you smile at him, stealing one last kiss before peeling yourself out of his arms. You open the door, but before you could step out he pulls you back, pressing his lips to yours once more, making you giggle. “Stop, someone will see us!” you push him back into the room as you walk out.

“Text me when you get home,” he calls after you.

“I will!” you wave around and head downstairs to find Bonnie and leave.

Harry shuts his door closed, done with the party now that the only person he was interested in has left, but what he didn’t notice is that there was in fact a witness to that goodbye kiss he pulled you back for.

Georgie.

She was leaving the bathroom at the end of the hall when she heard Harry’s door open so she quickly stepped back, peeking out from behind the door and she didn’t miss the short scene that wasn’t meant to be seen by anyone, especially her. Neither of you realized that you were caught.

If she is being honest she thought Harry just made up the whole girlfriend story. Georgie was convinced he is not the type to date, at least that’s what she told herself when she realized he only wants to hook up with her. It was more than nothing, so she made up this version of Harry in her mind and it didn’t sit well with what he told her earlier tonight. She didn’t believe it could be the truth, only something he made up on the spot to get rid of her, but when she sees you lock lips with him, there’s no doubt that Harry in fact has a girlfriend.

And that girlfriend happens to be you.

Jealousy shadows over her thoughts, she sees green as she locks herself up in the bathroom, her chest heaving, her mind racing. Harry chose you over her? A freshman? Who is not even popular? People only know about your existence because you’re Mitch’s sister, that doesn’t mean you belong to the same crowds as him, yet Harry still chose you.

But why hasn’t she heard of it before? Word would travel fast across campus if Harry was caught with a girl who is clearly more than just a hookup, so that means you’ve been hiding your relationship.

“Of course,” Georgie chuckles shaking her head when the picture becomes clear. You’re dating in secret because Mitch wouldn’t approve of it.

Feeling like she has the best weapon in her hands, she barges out of the bathroom and looks for the person she knows will be her partner in ruining whatever is going on between you and Harry, someone who would definitely benefit if you broke up.

She finds Dominick in the living room, trying hard to chat up some girl who looks interested, but kind of hesitant, so Georgie doesn’t feel bad for ruining the moment.

“Hey, we need to talk,” she snaps her fingers in front of him to grab his attention. Not too willingly, but he stands from his seat and follows her outside.

“If I end up alone in bed tonight I’m gonna blame it on you,” the boy growls, but Georgie couldn’t care less.

“You still want to hook up with Y/N Rowland, don’t you?” she clicks her tongue, folding her arms on her chest.

“Of course, but she keeps brushing me off,” he growls, leaning against the wall.

“It’s because she is secretly dating Harry.”

“Wait, Harry? You mean Styles?” His eyes widen as he stares back at the girl in front of him.

“Yes! But they are hiding it because Mitch doesn’t know about it.”

Dominick thinks about the new information he just learned, finally adding two and two together.

“Look, I want them broken up and I have a plan. Do you want to help me?”

“G, that’s mean. I’m not one to ruin relationships,” he sighs, scratching the back of his neck.

“Come on, you think it’s that serious? Harry doesn’t do serious. We would just save them time and then, when they break up you can just sweep in and be the shoulder Y/N cries on after having her little heart broken!”

He is hesitant, it sounds mean and risky, but then he thinks about how you looked tonight. He’s been trying to get into your pants all semester and this sounds like his best option to do that. But is he that desperate to succeed?

“So? Are you in?” she urges him for an answer. Chewing on his bottom lip he exhales sharply.

“Yeah. What’s the plan?”