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‘til forever— HS AU

Bentley Rose. 27. Post Production Assistant. Louis' ex-Fiance.

Harry Styles. 28. Auto Repair Shop Owner. Mitch's boss.

Niall Horan. 28. Publishing. Bentley's Best Friend.

Marlee Jade. 27. Digital Marketing. Harry's Best Friend.

and finally, Louis, our neighborhood friendly ghost.

Other significant characters include Sarah Jones, Mitch Rowland, Chase Strand, and Pauli Love.

Important music notes;

Dear Patience is Bentley's song.

No Judgement is Bentley and Niall's song.

Small Talk is Bentley and Harry's song.

I hope you enjoy.

- Christy

@haylorflorals on Twitter!

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[delicatepointofview]

From the Dining Table Harry Styles: One Night In Manchester

[sunnypeachyy]

missing him bad today

[frozentime]

mens thighs!!!!! in slutty shorts!!!!!!!!!!

[hsonlyangelxo]

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

Better Homes & Gardens | Details

[styleslookbook]

2024: Year in review ↳ prints

[harrytheehottie]

good fuckin’ morning

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

im sorry, okay?

[watchmegetobsessed]

EVEN IF IT TAKES FOREVER

A/N: aaaah im so excited for yall to read this!!! im kinda ashamed to admit this whole idea came from something i heard in an ep of milf manor but lets just move past that lol

WORD COUNT: 9k

WARNING: sexual content, toxic and verbally abusive relationship, cheating (not from Harry or Y/N)

SUMMARY: Harry Styles is used to get any woman he wants, everyone knows that. But when his interest shifts towards you, everything changes and he is ready to wait for you for as long as it takes, even when he finds out you're engaged to your asshole boyfriend. Not even that ring on your finger stops him from pining after you.

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You don’t have to look up from the drink you’re making to know who just walked into the bar. It’s like the atmosphere of the whole place shifts instantly whenever Harry Styles appears, a sixth sense always triggers a siren in your head before your eyes could spot him crossing the space between the entrance and the bar. 

You’d be lying if you said you felt no excitement every time he shows up, the way your heart starts hammering in your chest is a great tell that he is anything but neutral to you, but you’ve been trying your absolute best to keep yourself under control. For one, he is known to be a flirt. Every woman in town knows that Harry loves three things, attention, pretty women and the combination of the previous two. You’ve seen him around with different partners every time, but never with the same twice. You heard the stories, the gossips and the whispers, how he shakes every woman’s world and then leaves, never giving the chance for anyone to even try to tie him down. This is not what you want or deserve.

And for two… You’re taken. Engaged, to be precise. 

When you spot Harry you instantly hide your hand behind your back, hoping the diamond ring won’t catch his eyes, because you know he would flip. 

Apparently, his latest fixation has been none other than you. He came into the bar about two months ago for the first time. He sat by the bar and clearly tried to flirt with you all evening, ignoring all the women who were brave enough to go up to him. He remained focused on you and as the evening carried on he became more and more blunt about his intentions with you. 

“So, are you coming home with me?” he asked when you walked out at the end of your shift. He was waiting by the back, leaning against his motorcycle. You were never blind, you saw how attractive he was then and you still see it now, but you just shook your head no.

“I’m taken.”

“You got a boyfriend?” He arched an eyebrow and you nodded. You expected him to give up, but instead, a devilish smirk took over his expression. “It’ll be even sweeter when I win you over, Angel.”

You were taken aback by his confidence and you were surprised when he showed up the next day, but got used to his presence quite fast. 

It became a sort of usual, have him walk in not long after your shift starts, he sits by the bar so he can talk to you, he drinks one or two beers and then asks if he could take you home once you’re done. You decline and then it starts all over again. 

An unexpected feature of his never dying attempts is that you’ve actually got to know each other during those long hours when he sat by the bar and entertained you while you worked and when he drops the cheeky act he is actually someone not just bearable but rather pleasant. You’d never admit it to him, but you kind of think of him as a friend, you’ve shared some things with him about yourself not many know. 

Like how you found out your boyfriend cheated on you. 

“You look stunning, as always, Angel,” he greets you as he takes his usual spot and you’re already pouring his drink.

“And you’re being flirty, as always,” you give him a knowing look, but he just smirks. You give him his beer and then move over to another man by the bar. 

When you return you notice the change in him and you know he saw the ring. As if you could still hide it from him, you cover it with your other hand, even though you did nothing wrong. 

“What’s that?” he asks, though it’s obvious he knows it’s an engagement ring. 

“Harry…”

“He proposed to you?” he asks, eyes snapping up to meet your gaze. 

“Yes, he did.”

“And you said yes?” He is clearly growing angrier by the second and you worry, because he tends to lose his temper easily. You don’t think he would ever hurt you, but he might take his anger out on something or someone else.

“Yes, that’s why I’m wearing the ring,” you say and try to keep yourself busy, moving the clean glasses in front of you around. 

“Y/N what the fuck?! You can’t be fucking serious.”

“I am and it’s none of your business,” you snap at him.

“The guy cheated on you!”

“Would you stop airing my private life for everyone?” you hiss at him, looking around to see if anyone has heard him. 

“Then explain to me how you are so stupid that you want to marry a man who doesn’t love you?!”

You’ve had enough. Checking if there is anyone waiting to be served you find no one so you walk out from behind the bar and grab Harry’s wrist, pulling him out through the back door to the empty parking lot behind the building. 

“Who do you think you are? You have no right to talk about me or my relationship like that!”

“Y/N, you are making a huge fucking mistake!”

“A mistake would be trusting someone about dating who has never stayed with a woman for longer than a couple of hours! What the fuck do you know about love or marriage when you can’t even stay until the morning when you fuck someone?”

It might be petty, bringing up his reputation against him just to invalidate his words, but he brought the worst out of you. 

“Because I don’t fucking lie to women about what I want! Your man lied right into your face and then only admitted to cheating when he was busted. You think he wouldn’t do it again? You think he is not doing it now? Cheaters don’t change, Y/N. He doesn’t fucking deserve you.”

“And you do?” you snap at him as your anger takes over your body. Maybe it’s because he brought up what Jeremy did or maybe it’s because he is lecturing you about something he has no right to stick his nose into. “Let me guess, I should ditch Jeremy and run to you? We fuck, have one great night and then leave me like you leave everyone, is that what I should go for? Is that what I deserve?”

He seems to be at a loss of words and that’s new. He probably wasn’t expecting you to call him out so explicitly, but it’s been building up for a while. 

“Do me a favor and stop trying to orchestrate my life. I’m more than capable of making my own decisions. Go and chat up another woman, fuck her so you stop trying to stick your dick inside me.”

You walk past him and straight inside, your rage doesn’t die down for a couple of long minutes. You take a few orders and then slowly get back to the workflow and manage to forget about Harry for a bit. When you glance towards his spot you see that his beer is still there, but he never returned. For a second you get uncertain, have you gone too far? 

No. He deserved it and everything you said was valid. It’s not your fault he can’t take the truth. 

Two days pass by and you see no trace of Harry. You find yourself looking at his usual seat from time to time and you mistake a few tall brunette guys with him, but he never actually shows up. You tell yourself you should be happy he is out of your hair, but somewhere deep inside you there’s still some disappointment that you try to push down every time it threatens to bubble up. 

Sunday comes and it doesn’t start off the best. Jeremy is in a mood all morning and he just practically picks a fight over anything you do. It’s whether what you cook, where you put the scissors or how you forget to lock the backdoor, he overreacts everything and by the time you’re leaving for work you’re a mess from all the fighting you’ve had. 

Being away from him is actually a bit of a relief, but your peace only lasts until he starts texting you and somehow you end up fighting again, this time about the outfit you wore to work. A simple black skirt with a white t-shirt, you’ve worn this before and he didn’t even notice, but today it seems like the skirt is too short for his taste and the shirt is too see-through. 

JEREMY: Enjoy the attention of every fucking men in the bar.

JEREMY: Congrats on being a slut.

You’re angry at him, but you’re also too tired to run around in circles. When he sets his mind on something nothing can change it, so there’s no use trying to convince him you’re not doing it to get other men’s attention.

You put your phone aside and ignore it for a while, but apparently, that wasn’t the right decision. Because the next time you check it you see a bunch of missed calls from Jeremy and another thread of texts.

JEREMY: Answer the fucking phone Y/N.

JEREMY: Are you fucking someone in the toilet? 

JEREMY: If I find out you fucked someone you’re dead I swear.

There’s only twenty minutes left until closing and the bar is almost entirely empty, so you step out to the back and call him. 

“Are you done fucking?” That’s what he says when he finally picks up. 

“Are you done being an asshole? I’m not fucking anyone!”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that! I know you’re sucking dicks for tips, don’t even try to lie to my fucking face!”

He is vivid, shouting on the other end of the line and it’s making your head throb. You’re tired and you don’t want to deal with his unreasonable jealousy right now. All you want to do is go to sleep, but you know if you go home you’ll just continue from here. 

“I’m not lying, you’re delusional!”

“Stop with the fucking lies! Don’t fucking come home until you can’t admit the shit you’re doing! I will not have a woman lie into my face!”

“What the hell are you talking about? You can’t tell me not to go home, that’s my place too!”

“I’m sure you can find a place to sleep if you suck another dick.”

And with that the call ends. You’re staring at the screen in disbelief for several moments before the tears start rolling down your face. You lean against the brick wall and slide down as you let the sobs bubble from your throat. You try to call him again, but it doesn’t even ring. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper to yourself as you bury your face in your hands. 

You always kept telling yourself Jeremy has a temper and that he doesn’t mean it when he says these nasty things, but every time it happens again it gets harder and harder to believe that you could put up with it. You get that it roots in his jealousy, but he shouldn’t act like this with you, you know it’s not normal and yet… you still haven’t been able to do anything against it. 

You’re so buried under your pain that you don’t even notice the motorcycle that rolls into the parking lot and stops just a couple of feet away from you. Harry’s voice is what snaps you out of your spiral.

“Y/N? What are you doin–Hey, what happened?”

He rushes over and kneels in front of you, one hand on your back as the other lifts your head by your chin. 

“I’m fine,” you breathe out, as if he couldn’t see your tear soaked cheeks and bloodshot eyes. 

“No, you’re not. What happened? Did someone hurt you?” Seemingly he is trying to find wounds on you, but you shake your head. 

“It’s just… I-I don’t…” You can’t get the words out, it’s like your mind is blocked. 

“Come on, let’s go inside.”

He helps you up and you don’t protest when his arms curl around you and he keeps you close to his chest as he walks you inside. He pulls you to the stool he usually takes and makes you sit before walking behind the bar and pouring you a glass of water. 

“I need to close,” you croak and try to get off the stool, but he stops you.

“I’ll take care of it.”

You faintly hear him making the last few people in the bar leave and then the lock turns on the door before he returns and sits beside you. 

“Now tell me what happened.”

“I don’t want to talk,” you breathe out as you close your eyes. When you open them again, Harry is still there looking at you patiently. 

Then he stands and walks back behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of tequila from the shelf along with two shot glasses.

“Alright. Then let’s drink the pain away.” He pours the liquor into the glasses and then pushes one over to you, holding up the other one. For a second you just blink at him, a warning going off somewhere in the back of your head, but you’re quick to turn it off. 

Drinking the pain away actually sounds nice right now, since you can’t go home until Jeremy is having his episode. 

So you finally take the shot and you catch a tiny smile from Harry before you both chug down the alcohol. And soon more follows, at least on your side. 

About thirty minutes and three more shots later you’re definitely drunk. But at least you stopped crying and can actually laugh now, practically on anything Harry says. 

“Oh my God, stop!” you cackle, slapping your hand onto the bartop.

“No, I swear! I climbed out the window and fell straight into the jacuzzi!”

“Did her father see you?”

“No, I would be dead by now if he did?” he chuckles.

“I can’t believe you were such a playboy even as a teenager!” you keep laughing. 

“What, are you surprised?” he cheekily asks.

“Honestly, not that much,” you snort and reach for the tequila bottle, but Harry pulls it away from you. “Hey!”

“Maybe let’s slow down a bit, yeah?” You pout at him, but he just grabs a normal glass from behind the bar, fills it with water and hands it over to you instead. 

“What, you’re not up for a bit of fun?” you grin into the glass, but take a few sips anyway. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I do want to have fun with you, Y/N. But I’m also concerned at how fast you downed those shots,” he admits smirking. 

“Ah, how sweet of you, as if you don’t just want to take me to bed,” you scoff, but you didn’t mean it in a bitter way this time, like before. “Isn’t it tiring?”

“What is?”

“Ah, don’t make me say it!”

“I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about, Angel.”

“Angel!” you groan and then let out a sigh. “Aren’t you tired of running after me? I mean, you’re used to getting your way with women. Honestly, I thought you’d stop by now.”

Harry just stares back at you and it gets intimidating, especially when a smirk curls the corners of his mouth up. Your cheeks already feel quite hot, but now they are burning. You always hated how bothered he could get you despite all your effort to reject him in every possible way. 

Just when you think he’d ignore what you said forever, he finally speaks up. 

“Would you believe me if I said it’s because you’re different?”

“Oh no, don’t give me this bullshit!” you scoff and then just laugh it off. You change position on the stool and try to cover up just how much his words affect you. 

Because it might have been the corniest thing you’ve heard from him, but you’re also just a girl who’s a hopeless romantic and this is exactly the stuff that can turn you into a giggly mess in a heartbeat. 

“Why is it your first instinct that I’m just bullshitting you, Y/N?” he asks, but he is not at all accusing, more like curious. You purse your lip, but decide not to say anything, just sip on your water. Harry walks out from behind the bar and takes the stool next to yours. “I think you don’t know your real worth, Y/N.”

“And you do?” you roll your eyes at him teasingly. 

“I would love to, but as long as you don’t let me get closer to you, I can only work with what I see. I know you probably think I’m just lying to get into your pants, but if there’s one thing you should know about me is that I’m always telling the truth. I’d been lied to before, many times and I know what it does to you, so I would never do the same to you or anyone.”

“Is this your way of buttering me up?” you smirk, but narrow your eyes at him. Your wording makes him laugh. 

“Of course.”

“Ah, you are so smooth, I hate that about you! And I hate how handsome you are.”

Oops. That’s definitely the alcohol talking, you’d have never admitted that to him sober. You catch the surprised smirk on his face and you immediately regret opening your mouth. 

“So you think I’m handsome, huh?”

“Oh shut up! I can see your head getting big!” You point at him, but he grabs your hand in the air and tugs at you gently, just enough to make you hop off your stool and fall towards him. He catches you by the waist as you end up between his legs, your hands end up on his chest as you try to find your balance. 

“I would love to hear you say how handsome you find me, but just know, that you’re playing with my self restraint.”

Even despite the shots, you can feel the switch, your breathing becomes shallow and you make the mistake of letting your eyes move down to his lips for a moment. His fingers dig into your waist and though you know you should move your hands, you love how you can feel his warmth under your palms. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened earlier? Why were you crying?”

“Jeremy,” you say in a whisper. 

“Did he hurt you?”

“Just… with his words.”

“That’s still not okay, don’t downplay it. What did he say?”

A small voice in you is telling you not to tell him more, but his undivided attention and care towards you feels so good, it’s something you haven’t experienced in a while. Jeremy is different, he is not the soft type and though you’ve been telling yourself it’s fine, you can’t deny how much you’ve been craving this kind of connection with someone. 

“He accused me of cheating, that I… I suck people off for money.”

Harry’s hands stiffen on your waist, but he stays silent and gives you the chance to talk. You can feel your throat closing up again and your instinct is to close up, but you want to take this weight off your chest in any way possible, so you don’t hold yourself back. 

“It wasn’t the first time he flipped, sometimes he just… loses his mind and takes his frustration out, often on me.”

“Has he ever hit you?” Harry asks in a somewhat cool tone, but you can tell he is holding a lot back. 

“No,” you shake your head. “But his words… He called me a slut tonight.”

Harry exhales sharply and you see his jaw jumping. Your reasonable self is pounding down the door of the room you shut it into, but you blatantly ignore it as you push closer to him. It’s your first time being this close to him physically and you want to hate it, you really do, but truth is you feel yourself being pulled towards him and you’re just too tired and weak to fight it. 

When one of his hands moves to cup your cheek you’re ready to give in. You part your lips and give him an unmistakable look and you expect him to take advantage of the moment, but he surprises you by turning his head to the side with a heavy sigh.

“Is it not what you want?” you ask quietly, trying your best to ignore just how rejected you’re feeling all of a sudden. 

“You know it is,” he replies, turning back to face you. “I want you more than anything.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He shakes his head and your stomach sinks. You try to pull away, but he keeps you caged against him. 

“Hey, look at me.” His hand captures your chin to make you look at him, but you keep your gaze away from him. “Y/N, look at me,” he pleads again and you give in at last. 

His thumb slowly runs across your bottom lip, making it tremble from the intimacy of his touch. 

“This is all I’ve wanted since I first saw you and it’s taking everything in me not to take it. But I know you and I know that you would regret it. I would never put you in a situation that could hurt you.”

You hate how right he is, how well he knows you. 

“So considerate, respecting the… bro code and everything,” you huff, hoping to break this weird mood that’s lingering around the two of you now. Harry’s head falls back as he laughs. Then he grabs your hand that has your engagement ring on and with a confident move he takes it off, throwing it over his shoulder and you just watch with your mouth hanging open.

“I give zero fucks about the bro code, especially if it’s about that asshole you call your fiancé.”

“Did you just–”

“What I do care about is,” he continues, “you. And how you feel.”

Your mind is racing but also blank at the same time. You just stare back at him, eyes drooping as the alcohol is starting to wear you out. 

“So what, you’re just gonna wait around, hoping I will wake up one day and leave Jeremy for you?” you ask jokingly, but his answer comes in a serious manner.

“Exactly.”

There are a couple of seconds when the two of you are just staring back at each other and you swear you can see the universe in his green eyes, the past, the present and a future together and as much as it scares you, it also starts a fire somewhere deep in your chest. 

“Can you–um, can you give me a ride to my sister’s place?” Clearing your throat you pull away and this time he lets you. 

“Sure.”

You sit on his motorcycle behind him, arms wrapped around his torso tight as you watch the night lights pass by, blinking lazily, his scent filling your nose every time you press your cheek against his back. When he stops in front of your sister’s apartment’s building you almost ask him to just drive for a bit more, but you force yourself to let go of him and climb off the motorcycle. 

“Thanks for… everything, I guess,” you awkwardly say while he is still sitting on the bike. 

“Take an Advil before you go to bed.”

“Okay, stop babying me,” you laugh and he finally breaks into a smirk. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

It’s a simple question, but the obvious hidden question is right there, out in the open. It’s your way of asking if he’ll be returning to the bar despite the fight you had a few days ago. 

“Of course. Keep my seat open.”

Nodding you’re about to turn around and walk inside, but he calls after you.

“Y/N?” You look over your shoulder, waiting for him to continue. He opens his mouth, then closes before actually speaking up. “You don’t have to believe that my interest in you is genuine. I will gladly prove it to you any way possible, but… Maybe you should look at Jeremy with the same criticism as well.”

You have no idea what to say so you just nod and then keep walking until you’re inside the building, but you stay leaning against the door until you hear his motorcycle roar up and fade into the night. 

You’d love to say that after the night with Harry at the bar everything changed, but that’s not true. The next day you went back home, Jeremy calmed down by then, you had a fight nonetheless, which ended up with some makeup sex, but your head was somewhere else.

Or with somebody else.

Then it all went back to the same usual. Harry was there at the bar the next time you were working and luckily he didn’t bring up anything that happened that night. Not what you said about Jeremy, not that you practically admitted being attracted to him and not that you gave him the green light which he rejected. It’s all locked up in a box and put aside. 

However you can feel a slight change in yourself. Harry’s words did stick with you and have been on repeat ever since. 

Maybe you should look at Jeremy with the same criticism as well.

You and Jeremy have been together for over three years and moved in together a year ago. You can’t really remember a time you haven’t been with him. You do know that he is not perfect and the shit he pulls sometimes… 

You’ve thought of leaving him before. It did occur to you that maybe you’d be better off without him when he flipped in the past and turned crazy out of the blue. But every time it happened, he went back to his sweet old self, the one you fell in love with. 

But are you still in love with him?

One day, about a week later Harry waltzes into the bar, but he is not looking his usual, confident self. 

“Okay, hear me out before you say no,” he starts as he takes his spot while you’re drying off some glasses. “I know you might find it hard to believe, but I have friends.”

“We are off to a great start,” you chuckle.

“My best mate, Mitch, he lives two hours away so we don’t meet that often, but he is in town this weekend.”

“Good for him,” you smile, curious about what will come out of it.

“And we were talking about what we should do and all that and I made a mistake. He suggested this club we could check out and said we should meet there at nine but I asked him to make it ten thirty, because on thursdays you finish work at ten.”

Your hand stops mid-motion and you put the glass down, giving him a curious look as you tilt your head to the side. 

“Obviously he wanted to know who you were and I swear I told him we have nothing going on, but he is just so stubborn, he didn’t let it go until I promised I would ask if you wanted to come with us. So here I am, I asked, you can just ignore it and tell me to fuck off. I know you probably wouldn’t want to spend the night in a random club with me and my friend and his wife, so if you just–”

“I’ll go with you.”

Your reply surprises him the most of course, but yourself as well, though you don’t let it show. You spoke before you could think it through and not that it was said out loud and you can’t take it back… You don’t really mind it at all, to be honest. 

“Are you trying to mess with me right now?” he asks, leaning closer, examining you with a narrow-eyed look. 

“No. I haven’t gone out in forever actually, so I would love to.”

He stares back at you for a long moment, looking for any sign that might tell him you’re just joking, but when he sees none, he decides it’s better to just accept it. 

“Okay. Okay, then… I’ll, umm… I’ll pick you up after work?”

“Sure.” 

“Okay.”

“Okay,” you say after him, feeling entertained that you could surprise the always so confident Harry Styles. “So tell me about this friend of yours. Is he hotter than you?”

His expression changes in an instant, the cockiness returns and there is the man you know and…

“He wishes,” Harry laughs. “I met him through work.”

The apartment is silent when you arrive home that night. Jeremy is working the night shift so you have the place for yourself until he comes home at around four in the morning. The bed is unmade in the bedroom, the plates he used during the day are in the sink and the hamper is full of his clothes. It’s all waiting for you to get everything done even though you work just as much as he does. It wasn’t always like this, you remember the honeymoon phase when he would cook for you and then clean up after, when he would bring you flowers for no particular reason.

When he would actually act like someone who loves you. 

With a heavy sigh you get to work even though you just finished. When the dishes are done and the washing machine is loaded you finally sink into the couch and just sit in silence for a bit. Right until a buzzing sound interrupts your peace. Only then you notice that Jeremy left his phone on the coffee table. 

Grabbing it you check the screen and see that one of his buddies is calling. The name flashes and you wait for it to stop. When he does, you just keep holding the phone, staring at your own reflection in the black screen. 

Jeremy never lets his phone out of his hands, he takes it with him into the bathroom and he is always on it. Tapping on the screen the device comes to life and asks for a password. He never felt comfortable using  face ID or his finger print, so he only uses a password to lock it. What he doesn’t know is that you’ve seen him type it out so many times that you actually figured out what it is. 

No, it’s not your name or the date you met. It’s his favorite line of his favorite movie. 

I am Ironman.

Before you could think twice, you type it in, no space, capital I in Ironman and then the phone unlocks. A rush of excitement washes over you as you open the messages in an instant and start scrolling through them. 

Texts from his dad, from his boss, from his friends and texts from…

Andrea.

And Penelope.

And Bella.

And Riley.

Unmistakable messages, photos and even voice memos. It’s all there and you just keep scrolling and reading and it feels like it never ends. When you get to the end of one thread you find another. It’s not just one woman, but about a dozen. Not even you can turn a blind eye over it this time.

But surprisingly, you don’t feel like you want to scream or cry or punch the wall. Instead, you just put the phone back where it was, walk into the bedroom, grab a bag and start packing some stuff you’ll need for the next few days. When you’re done you walk into the kitchen, grab a paper and leave him a note. 

You have two days to move out. Take your shit and move to Andrea or Penelope or Bella or any of your bitches. Goodbye. 

Then you take the ring off your finger, place it next to the paper and walk out.

Harry wasn’t sure what he expected to see when he arrived to pick you up after your shift. He thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he has ever seen even when you’re wearing a stained shirt after a long day, so it really doesn’t matter to him what you wear.

But when you step out through the back door in your skin tight black dress that’s top sheer enough to tease him with a peek of your black bra underneath. 

“Are you gonna just stand there and stare or are we gonna get going?”

He opens his mouth to say something, but then he just shakes his head with a laugh as you finally reach him by his bike. 

“Let’s get going.”

You hit it off with Mitch and his wife Sarah instantly. It’s like you’ve always known each other and you can’t tell if it pisses Harry off or he just likes to be the victim every time the three of you make a joke at his expense. 

Even though it’s a Thursday night, the club is pretty busy, but not the kind that makes you want to crawl out of your skin, because someone is always touching you wherever you go. Harry however stays close to you no matter what, like a guard dog, watching your every move. 

It’s giving you butterflies. Especially because he is doing all this even though he doesn’t know about your little secret you will share with him, but you’re waiting for the perfect moment. 

You start off in a booth, having a few drinks, talking and having fun and when the DJ starts playing songs that are just too irresistible you and Sarah drag the men to the dance floor. They try to protest, but it doesn’t last long. As gruff as Mitch can look, it’s obvious he is whipped for his wife and would do anything Sarah asks him. 

And Harry… Well, the moment he sees you moving to the beat he practically glues himself to you. Though dancing is not your biggest strength, you can definitely follow the rhythm and move your body in a way that’s appealing to the male gaze. 

You can tell Harry is trying to keep his cool, but the more he holds himself back, the more you push his buttons. Touching him while dancing, moving in a way that obviously makes him struggle, pressing up against him and then you pull out the big guns when you start grinding on him, when you have your backside pushed against his front. His hand on your stomach twitches when your ass meets his crotch in a not-at-all innocent way and you hear his groan even over the loud music. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N,” he speaks into your ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your spine. You turn your head and your lips almost brush against his as you look at him innocently.

“Not having fun, Harry?”

“You’re teasing me.”

“Do you not like it?” You turn around to face him easier, but press your front against his to keep the physical contact on the same level. 

“Y/N, you’re… taking it too far,” he warns you, but it just urges you to keep pushing his boundaries. You’re enjoying this way more than you probably should but you are giving yourself the satisfaction this one time. You’re not afraid of asking for his forgiveness later, because you have a feeling he will gladly give it. 

“Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, but I might if you don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?”

“Acting like… you’re trying to seduce me.”

“I can’t do that? Why?” It finally brings him to the point where you wanted him to be.

“Because you’re engaged and I’m–” he snaps, but you don’t let him finish.

“Except I’m not.”

You both have stopped moving in the middle of the dancing crowd and Harry is staring at you as if he just saw a ghost. Slowly, you raise up your hand and show him your naked fingers. Reaching up he grabs your hand as if he had to physically touch your ring finger to make sure the ring is not there anymore. 

“I ended things with Jeremy and he moved out. I’m single.”

His gaze keeps flicking back and forth between your eyes as he just keeps staring at you, it seems like you broke him and he forgot how to function, but then his expression changes and you read it perfectly. 

It’s not enough for him that you and Jeremy broke up. He wants you to give him the green light.

You look down at his lips and think of all the times you fantasized about kissing them and the guilt you felt every time, but now it’s nowhere, pure desire took its place and you’re ready to give in. 

You move a hand to the back of his neck and push yourself up, making that first move, but Harry is quick to take over from there. He moves fast as his lips crash down on yours, finally kissing you with the heat of his months long pining and never dying persistence. 

You’ve had your fair share of passionate moments in your life before, but nothing compares to the way Harry practically devours you, he’s demanding, dominant and rough, but the more he takes from you the more you’re willing to give until he has everything in you. His hands are holding your face firmly, tilting your head in the perfect angle for him to greedily kiss you until your lips are numb and you’re gasping for air. And when you can’t keep up with his hunger his mouth moves down to your neck, kissing, biting and sucking shamelessly as if you weren’t on a dancefloor at a club. He has one hand move from the back of your neck into your hair, giving it a gentle tug while his other hand makes its way down your body, your ribs, your waist and then it stops on your ass, squeezing it without remorse, earning a moan from you that just riles him up even more. 

For a split second you’re convinced he is about to fuck you right then and there in front of all those people. But to your surprise he pulls back, his hand wraps around your wrist and he starts pulling you out of the crowd. At the side he finds Mitch and Sarah dancing and he leans close to his ear. You don’t hear what he says, but judging from the smirk and the way Mitch nods, he didn’t try to sugarcoat anything. 

You don’t even get to say goodbye properly, Harry lets go of your wrist, but his arm is quick to curl around your waist as he leads you towards the exit. The cool night air feels refreshing after the heat inside the club, but you don’t get to enjoy the change, Harry is eagerly pulling you towards his motorbike and when you reach it he pushes you against it before kissing you hard again. Your ass is pressed against the seat and for a moment you think it’s about to fall over along with you, but it stays steady while Harry is having his way with you. Then he just simply pulls back and helps you up, making sure you’re holding onto him tightly. 

“This will be the longest ten minutes of my life,” he says, making you laugh as he starts the motor and moments later you’re speeding down the streets. 

It really is an excruciating ten minutes until you arrive at your place, especially because you keep squeezing your thighs against his, giving him a rather hard time and every time you have to stop at a red light, Harry’s hands are quick to find your naked legs, roaming them shamelessly until he has to hold the handles again and focus on the road. 

As soon as he parks in front of the building and you get off the bike, he is back to focusing all his attention on you, so it’s a challenge to even make it up to your apartment. His hands are mapping up every inch of your body and he takes every chance to kiss you on the lips, neck or shoulder, making it almost impossible for you to even open the front door, but at last you manage and he is quick to shut the door and then push you up against it. 

But he is not kissing you this time, instead he looks at you with such passion and tenderness at the same time, it makes your whole body shiver. 

“Tell me no at any point, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper as a sudden nervousness washes over you. You are not nearly as experienced as he is and sex with Jeremy had been more about his quick relief rather than something you both could enjoy the same amount. 

“Hey, we don’t have to do anything tonight. Holding you is more than I even hoped for tonight,” he admits with a chuckle and he gives you a short, soft kiss. 

“I want to. I just… I’m afraid I won’t be… good enough.”

You’re nervously fidgeting with the neck of his shirt while his hands are plastered to the door behind you either side of you, keeping you caged in with his body. 

“Angel, you had me running after you for two months and the past weeks felt like the longest foreplay of my life,” he chuckles. “I should be the one being nervous about coming in ten seconds.”

You can’t help but crack a smile at his words and he did ease your nerves a bit, but you’re still worried. With one hand he caresses the side of your face so softly, you almost question if he is the same man who was groping your ass not long ago in a packed club. 

“I doubt you could ever not be good enough for anyone but especially for me.”

Your inside melts and there are no words that could describe the way he is making you feel. But instead of talking, you push yourself against him and kiss him, urging yourself to overcome your insecurities so he doesn’t regret choosing you. 

You manage to hype yourself up so well that when you reach your bedroom you pull away and make him stop at the edge of the bed as you stand just a few feet away from him. His eyes roam up and down your body with such hunger you have never seen from a man before and it gives you that last boost to step your game up. 

With slow, teasing movements you start to pull your dress up, revealing more and more from your legs, than your underwear and when the fabric is bunched up around your waist you cross your arms, grab the hem and pull it up and over your head before dropping to the floor, all while Harry is eating you up with his eyes, sitting there with the smuggest smirk on his face as he watches you like he is in a movie theater. 

“Fucking perfect. Come here,” he holds a hand out that you take and he pulls you between his legs, placing your hands to his shoulders as his palms slide to the back of your thighs. He places a few open mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts before his hands squeeze your thighs, urging you to move your legs and make you straddle him. As you climb to his lap he captures your lips in a toe curling kiss and he catches you by surprise when he flips the two of you over and throws you into the mattress. 

He straightens up but just enough to get rid of his shirt, revealing even more tattoos you haven’t seen and a toned chest with abs you’re already burning to touch, kiss or lick. Or all of these above. He comes back down on top of you, his lips return to yours while his hand easily slides underneath you, unclasping your bra and seconds later he is throwing it across the room before his mouth starts moving down your neck, collarbones and then to your chest. You rake your fingers through his hair as his tongue swirls around your nipple and you gasp when he gently bites and tugs on it, flashing you a cheeky smirk when he looks up at you before he keeps moving down on your body. When he reaches your underwear he takes the elastic between his teeth and tugs on it then lets it go so it snaps back against your skin, making you gasp and give him a protesting look, but it just makes him chuckle. 

“What? Don’t tell me you didn’t wear it for me,” he mumbles against the lacy fabric, skimming it with his lips. 

“I did, but not to have you play with it,” you breathe out, however you quite like how playful he can get even in such a heated moment. This is a side of him you’ve gotten to get just a glimpse of but you’re getting the full ride now. 

“Alright. Next time then,” he shrugs and hooking his fingers into the elastic he tugs it down as you lift your hips up and soon it joins the rest of your clothes on the floor, leaving you fully naked in front of him. But before you could worry about your looks, his mouth is already on your throbbing clit, making you forget about your whole existence. 

He turns you into a whiny mess with his lips and tongue in just seconds and when he adds his fingers into the equation all you can do is repeat his name like a prayer to all powers above. You’ve never experienced anything like this, not that anyone you’d been with did it the way Harry is. Before you could even process what’s happening you’re coming on his face and he is licking up every drop of it in every possible sense. 

Your body already feels like jelly when he moves back up and he kisses you with your own taste still on his tongue, but he is not even nearly done with you. 

He kneels up and unbuttons his pants and then pushes them down along with his boxer briefs so now you’re looking at just how good enough he is finding you. You can’t take your eyes off his erection, it’s big, rock hard and the tip is glistening from the precum. It’s like the sight has turned on something inside you, because before you could have a second thought you’re moving until you’re on your knees as well, hands wrapping on his cock. Harry moans at your touch and a triumphant smile stretches across your lips as you lean down and don’t stop until your lips are wrapped around the head. 

He sits back onto his heels, eyes glued to you as you struggle to push further and further down his length every time your head bobs down. You’re far from taking his whole cock, but every time you go down again and again he keeps praising you. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.”

“Look at that mouth, taking my cock so well.”

“That’s it Angel, you make me feel so fucking good.”

You don’t stop until your jaw is sore and when you finally come up he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you hard, pushing you back onto the mattress as he lands on top of you again. 

Half blindly, you reach towards the nightstand and into the drawer, grabbing a condom and handing it over to him. You’d love to be the one to roll it onto his cock, but your hands are starting to shake from how much you want to feel him inside you already. 

Once the condom is on he lowers his hips between your legs and you feel his length wedge between your drenched folds. He moves his hips back and forth a few times, coating his length in your arousal before reaching down between your bodies and grabbing himself by the base. 

“As much as I want to take you in every possible pose, I meant that I might not last long,” he chuckles as the head is already teasing your center. “But I won’t stop until you come again. And I’ll have all my fantasies played out next time.”

Next time. These two words make your heart jump, knowing that he is planning to have a next time and you’re still thinking about that when he finally thrusts forward and into you, filling you up inch by inch until his whole length is buried inside you. 

He stills for a few seconds, maybe to let you get used to his size or maybe to regulate himself enough to last longer, you don’t know for sure. But then his lips capture yours again and he starts moving. His hips are rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm and when you hook your legs around his waist he picks his pace up and his thrusts become a bit rougher than before, but it’s just what you needed. 

Your second orgasm is already building up in the pit of your stomach and you claw at his back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his moans getting muffled by your heated skin. You feel his muscles flex on his back and you can tell he is close, but he is fighting to hold back for you.

He lifts his head and rests his forehead against yours, keeping his rhythm steady and you see the struggle in his eyes. 

“I’m close,” you breathe out and he nods with an almost torturous look. “Let it go, Harry, I want to feel you come.”

“Not until you—”

“That’s what I need,” you urge him and he moans before he thrusts forward harder than before, he stays still for a moment, gasping for air as he pulls back and slams into you again, riding out his own orgasm that quickly triggers yours. 

Seeing him fall apart because of you is all you needed. 

He keeps moving for a while, but his thrusts become sloppier until they come to a halt. His whole weight is pushing against your body as your hands are lazily dancing up and down his sweaty back. You feel his heart hammering against your chest and listen to how his breathing slowly steadies before he rolls off of you. Moving with him you curl up against him, your head resting on his chest. 

Then, out of the blue he lets out a soft chuckle. Curiously you lift your head to look at him questioningly. 

“I think I need an award for lasting that long,” he comments and you laugh with him until his hand cradles your face and he pulls you up for a soft, lazy kiss. 

A siren wakes you up that passes by the bedroom window. You grimace with your eyes still closed as you roll from one side to the other, your hand reaching out, searching for Harry’s body, like you did during the night, but this time all you find is the empty mattress beside you.

It instantly sets off a siren in your head as well. 

Sitting up you look at the rumpled sheets on the right side of the bed, but Harry is still not there. Your stomach drops as you crawl out of bed and grab a shirt and a pair of panties to put on quickly before walking out of the bedroom, hoping you might find him in the kitchen making breakfast, but when all you find is your own mess from the day before, panic takes over.

There won’t be next time. That was just an empty promise, he left you just like he left everyone else. How could you even think that you were different?

Tears are dwelling in your eyes as you wrap your arms around you, but then you hear the front door open and you turn around to find Harry walking in, balancing two coffees in one hand and a paper bag in the other.

“Hey, you’re up! I went to get us breakfast, because I didn’t find much in your fridge and—Y/N, are you crying?”

“No,” you shake your head, but then a sob bubbles from your throat. Harry places the cups and the bag to the side table and rushes over to you in panic. 

“What happened? Talk to me,” he pleads, but you just shake your head, embarrassed that you instantly assumed the worst of him. 

It takes only a couple of seconds for Harry to put the puzzle pieces together as well.

“You thought I left,” he says. 

“I got scared for a moment when I didn’t find you.”

He doesn’t try to play it off or play the victim. He pulls you into a tight hug and gently sways until you calm down. When he pulls back and looks you in the eyes all you see in his gaze is determination. 

“Remember what I told you the night when I dropped you off at your sister’s place?”

“That I should look at Jeremy with criticism.”

“Before that.” You remain silent because you can’t recall what else was said that night. “I said that I will gladly prove to you that my interest in you is genuine.”

Oh, yeah. You remember that.

“The proving starts now. I will do anything to earn your trust.”

“Even if it takes a long time?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip. He smiles warmly at you.

“Even if it takes forever.”

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Harry for L'Officiel Hommes via candids_harry

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“My My My!”

Word count: 9.5k

Warnings: None really - protected sex & a small instance of spitting

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Harry climbed the steps outside that led to the door of his apartment building. He was trying his best to be quiet, considering he was coming back a little after six in the morning, but he had gotten caught up in the studio with Mitch, Kid and Tyler. They actually ended up finishing the first song for the new album tonight, and that resulted in them celebrating with many beers and bottles of sake. The song was one they had been trying to finish since Harry arrived in Japan a couple of weeks ago, so the fact that they finished it had them all ecstatic.

He walked through the door that led to the small hallway which only housed his apartment and one other considering he lived above a small convenient store. He slightly tripped over the threshold, muttering under his breath as he approached his door. After fishing his keys out of his pocket, he ended up dropping them - having them let out a harsh ‘clunk’ when they hit against the metal doorframe.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath as he heard his neighbor’s door open.

He looked over to see Kamryn exiting her own apartment, biting down on her bottom lip as she locked up her door. Peering over, she smirked as she saw Harry - taking in his intoxicated state.

“Late night?”

Harry sighed, resting his forehead against his door. “I’m really drunk.”

Kamryn giggled as she walked over, placing her hand on his back before leaning down to pick up his keys. “Really? I never would’ve guessed,” she joked.

Once she stood back up, she went ahead and unlocked his door for him as he pushed himself off of it, and she dropped his keys back into his hand. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” she shrugged, adjusting the strap of her tote bag on her shoulder. “It’s kind of funny that you’re just turning in while I’m heading off to work though.”

Harry chuckled, giving her a nod. “I didn’t expect to be out so late. We finally finished a song.”

“Oh my god, Harry!” Kamryn exclaimed, a bright smile on her face. “That’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck - feeling blush flushing his cheeks even more than the alcohol already had. “It feels good to finally have one done.”

“I’m sure! I know you’ve been working hard on several songs for weeks. You should be proud.”

“That means a lot to hear, Kamryn,” he responded, giving her a soft smile. “I won’t hold you up any longer, I know you’ve got to get to work.”

Kamryn nodded. “Yeah, I’m already running a little late as it is, but really Harry,” she kept speaking to him while backwards towards the door to exit. “I’m excited for you.”

Harry watched as she turned around and walked out of the building, and he went into his apartment - locking the door up behind himself. 

Him and Kamryn had spoken here and there over his time in Japan, but he didn’t know all that much about her. He knew that she had moved in just a little bit before he did, and that was really it. She mostly kept to herself, although he would make small conversation with her if they happened to be on their balconies at the same time.

Most of the time he’d catch her out there with a cup of tea and a book while playing music on her phone. The first time he ever spoke to her was because he was acknowledging the song she had been playing - telling her that it was one of his favorites.

Harry was sure that she had to know who he was, but she never freaked out about it, or showed any nerves around him. He appreciated that, to be honest. It was refreshing to have someone treat him like a regular person for once.

After grabbing a quick shower, Harry laid down in bed in just a pair of joggers, pulling his covers tight around himself. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep, the alcohol making him groggy along with the fact that he had been up for almost twenty-four hours.

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It was a few days later that Harry was standing in front of the door of his apartment, a bag filled with sushi and sake in one hand, his phone in the other as he was trying to pause the music he had been listening to in his headphones. Once he stopped the music, he pulled them from his ears, and draped them around his neck, before he retrieved his keys from his pocket.

“Nice hat,” he heard Kamryn’s voice, and he laughed, shaking his head.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. My sister bought it for me before I came here and I-”

He cut himself off as he looked over at Kamryn who had a wide smile on her face. Adorning her head was the same exact frog hat that was on the top of his, except hers was green, and his was yellow.

“No fucking way,” he said in disbelief, a large boyish smile overtaking his features, causing his deep dimples to divot into his cheeks.

Kamryn couldn’t help but giggle, holding the handle of her large paper bag in both hands in front of her. “Your sister has great taste.”

Harry’s eyes dropped to her bag, and he raised his eyebrows, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he stood on his tiptoes to try to peer over and see what was inside - considering she was still over by her door. “What have you got in there?”

“Sushi and sake,” Kamryn shrugged, and then mimicked Harry’s actions to try to take a peek into his bag as well. “You?”

“Sushi and sake.”

Rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet, Kamryn contemplated her next question, but she figured that it wouldn’t hurt to ask. “Well, since we’re both having sushi and sake, would you care to join me?”

She gestured her thumb to point at her door, and Harry felt a warmth in his chest at her invitation. “That depends, what type of sake did you get?”

“Lychee.”

Humming, Harry pursed his lips to the side, as if he were actually thinking about it, even though the sake truly wasn’t a factor. He already knew he’d be agreeing to come inside. “It’ll do.”

Kamryn rolled her eyes playfully at Harry as she unlocked her door, leaving it open for him as she walked inside. It was only a few moments later that sweet little meows started up in her bedroom, and they got louder as her cat entered the living room and kitchen area. Harry and Kamryn’s apartments were identical, just the mirrored image of each other, and there was no division between the kitchen and the living room. The only other room was the bedroom, with the bathroom branching off from that.

“Hi Suki, my love,” Kamryn cooed as she set her bag down onto her table, bending down on one knee to rub over the cat’s head. “Did you have a nice nap while I was gone?”

The cat continued to meow, mixing in loud purrs as they did so, and Kamryn looked over her shoulder at Harry. “I’m sorry, I should’ve mentioned her. You’re not allergic are you?”

Harry shook his head, smiling as he set his bag down beside Kamryn’s. He took the same position as her, extending his hand out for Suki to smell before making any attempt to touch her.

“Nope, not allergic. I love cats. My mom actually has several,” Harry stated as Suki sniffed his fingers for a few seconds before ducking her head down to rub the top of it along his palm. “Oh, you’re a sweet girl, aren’t you?”

“Well that was fast,” Kamryn stood up, resting her hands on her hips as she smiled down at the interaction between Harry and her cat. “She usually warms up to somebody before they leave at least, but that was so quick.”

“Really?” Harry looked up at her, but kept his position on the floor to keep loving on Suki. “I’m honored.”

Kamryn’s heart fluttered at the scene in front of her, especially since Suki hadn’t had any social interactions with anyone but her since they moved here almost two months ago. She watched as Suki laid on the floor, giving Harry the invitation to touch her stomach.

“She wants you to rub her belly,” Kamryn chuckled, tilting her head as she looked down at her cat. “You're being so silly, huh?”

Harry began to pet Suki’s stomach, having the cat’s purrs grow tenfold as he spoke to her. “Most cats don’t like to have their bellies pet, but you’re different, hm? You like all the pets.”

Kamryn walked over to the sink in the kitchen, washing her hands before grabbing her sake set off the top of her fridge. She walked it over to the table and grabbed her bottle of sake out of the bag, pouring it into the carafe to serve it with the two small sake glasses she had. The set was adorned with cherry blossoms, and she actually had it made within the first week of arriving in Japan.

“That’s a nice set,” Harry complimented after washing his hands, drying them on a nearby dishtowel. He moved over to the table, and he pulled the headphones off from around his neck - setting them down beside his keys.

“Thanks,” Kamryn smiled, beginning to pull her sushi containers out of her bag. “It’s custom made actually. I figured it would be something nice for me to bring back home, you know? Something practical.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

Harry began to take out his boxes of sushi as well, and Kamryn took his sake, sticking it in the fridge to keep it cold before grabbing some sushi dishes she had. She set them down on the table, and then located some chopsticks for each of them.

“Here we are,” she said as she set the table properly, and then she sat down in her chair - pulling her legs up to sit crisscrossed as she poured them each a glass of sake.

Harry couldn’t help but smile at Kamryn’s hospitality, and he sat down, beginning to open up their sushi containers. “Is there anything of mine you’d like to try?”

Kamryn hummed, looking over what he brought. “Do you want to just split everything? I’m not picky when it comes to trying new things, but I understand if you don’t want to.”

“That sounds perfect to me,” Harry nodded, and he began to dish the sushi out properly onto each of their plates.

Once they were completely settled, they tapped their glasses of sake together, taking a small sip before diving into their sushi. They made conversation as they ate, not feeling any sort of awkwardness between each other, even though this was the first time they were really spending time together. It felt natural - like they had already been friends for so long.

“Do you mind if I ask where you’re from?” Harry piped up after a while, wanting to get a little more personal in their conversation, as long as Kamryn was also okay with it.

“Not at all,” Kamryn shook her head, having another sip of her sake before answering. “I’m from Los Angeles actually. That’s where I’ll be going back to once I’m done with my program here.”

“Oh really?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “I'll be going back to LA as well.”

“No way!” Kamryn explained, covering her mouth as she chewed the bite of sushi she had just popped into her mouth - swallowing before she continued to speak. “Do you have any idea when you’re going back?”

“I’m here for the next three months, I think? I wanted to give myself some time to finish most of the album, but also have time to enjoy being casual here too.”

Kamryn nodded, pouring more sake into each of their glasses. “I’m here for another five months. I’m currently working at a school. I’m teaching English there. I leave in May.”

Harry’s eyebrows perked up. “Oh really? I didn’t know that’s what you were doing here. That’s great, Kamryn.”

“Thank you,” she said, looking down at her lap as she pushed a piece of sushi around on her plate. “It’s more fulfilling than I thought it would be, and I’ve really grown a connection with the children I’m working with.”

“I can imagine. That sounds wonderful,” Harry sent her a large smile, and Kamryn couldn’t help but to reciprocate. “Is that what you’re going to be doing when you go back to LA?”

“I think so,” Kamryn reached over to refill Harry’s sake, also topping hers off as well before continuing. “I don’t have a job lined up back at home yet, but I imagine I’ll be doing something similar. This was a nice experience, though. I could see myself doing the same thing in another country at some point.”

“You enjoy traveling, I’m guessing?”

“I really do. We didn’t travel much when I was a kid, my parents and I, so I think being able to do so has been one of my favorite things about being an adult,” she giggled, shrugging as she popped another piece of sushi into her mouth.

“I definitely get that,” Harry took another quick sip of his sake. “We did some traveling when I was a kid, but not much. It was a bit overwhelming really starting to do it when I was seventeen. I wouldn’t change it for anything though.”

“Oh yeah,” Kamryn shook her head. “I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like. At least you had the others, right? I’m sure they were feeling the same things you were at the time.”

This was the first time Kamryn had ever hinted at knowing who Harry was, and it surprised Harry a little bit, but he was also thankful to finally discover whether or not she actually knew him. 

“Definitely,” Harry picked up his last piece of sushi with his chopsticks. “It was the best time for all of us - experiencing it together. I can’t speak for everyone else, of course, but it was one of the best times of my life.”

Kamryn smiled as she listened to Harry speak, and she admired him from across the table as they finished up the rest of their food.

“We’ve finished up my bottle of sake, but we could crack yours?” She asked as she stood from the table, gathering up their dishes. “Only if you want to, of course, no pressure.”

“I don’t have to be at the studio until later tomorrow, so I’m free,” Harry stood, and took the dishes from Kamryn - sending her a soft wink. “You showed me hospitality, so I’ll do the dishes.”

Kamryn felt a bit floaty after capturing the wink Harry sent her, and she knew that her cheeks were flushing. “Well, thank you,” she cleared her throat while walking over to the fridge. “I’ll work on getting that second bottle of sake set.”

The night consisted of the new friends sitting on Kamryn’s couch, Suki snuggled between them, as they watched Across the Universe.

“You really haven’t seen this one before?” Harry asked when he saw just how invested Kamryn was in the movie.

“No, I haven’t,” she shook her head as she glanced over to him before focusing right back on the screen. “These types of movies are my favorite too, so I’m shocked that this is the first time. This is so good.”

A warmth brewed in Harry’s chest to see just how excited she was about one of his favorite movies, and he let his eyes dwell on the side of her face for a moment before looking back to the TV.

Once the movie, and the second bottle of sake, were finished, Harry stood up from the couch - stretching his arms above his head. Kamryn caught sight of the fern tattoos that just barely peeked over the waistband of his light denim jeans, but quickly looked away so he didn’t catch her staring.

She knew what his tattoos looked like, but it was a shock seeing most of them in person.

“Thank you so much for inviting me over,” Harry said while leaning down to pet a sleeping Suki that still remained on the couch - not being disturbed in the slightest by Harry getting up. “I had a really good time.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kamryn nodded as she stood as well, walking Harry over to the door after he retrieved his keys and his headphones. “I don’t have any friends here, so I’m alone if I’m not at school. This was nice.”

Suddenly Harry felt his heart ache for Kamryn, not even putting it together that she didn’t really have anyone here. Even though he didn’t know much about her, he felt like he could trust her, so slowly letting her into his life didn’t seem like much of an issue.

“Well, how about this? We set up a day a week for us to hangout that fits your work schedule, and then on the weekends, we can just play it by ear,” he shrugged, holding his phone out to her. “You can put your number in if you want. I know we live right next to each other, but I can be out a lot sometimes, so we can at least keep each other updated.”

“O-Okay, yeah,” Kamryn was stunned that someone of Harry’s status would be so open to hanging out with a stranger, let alone willingly giving her his number. She took his phone, entering in her name and contact information before handing it back. “I’m free any weekday this coming week, nothing after school or anything, so just let me know what works for you.”

“Sounds good,” Harry smiled as he opened the door, and Kamryn held her hand against the knob as he exited into the hallway. “Talk soon, Kamryn, and thank you again.”

“Talk soon,” she nodded. “And thank you too - for sharing your sake and sushi so selflessly.”

She smirked softly as she spoke, and Harry chuckled before heading over to his own apartment.

Kamryn exhaled a deep breath as she shut the door, the realization of who she just hung out with hitting her now that he was gone. She wasn’t some crazed fan by any means, but this all seemed so surreal.

Later that night, it had been a few hours since Harry had left her place, and she was currently laying in bed. She was reading a book with Suki at her feet when her phone lit up on her nightstand, and she grabbed it - seeing a number she didn’t know.

She bit down on her bottom lip to try and keep her smile at bay as she read over the text.

From: Unknown Number 10:36 pm Hey, it’s Harry! How does Wednesday evening sound? I’ll cook dinner.

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Over the next few weeks, Kamryn and Harry became practically inseparable other than the times she was at her job and he was in the studio. Evenings consisted of dinners together, switching off between the other’s apartment, and the weekends were the two of them just relaxing together. Most of the time it was Kamryn stretched out on her couch with her legs over Harry’s lap while she graded papers or read a book, and Harry would have his notebook propped up against her shins with his guitar pressed against his chest.

This particular Friday evening, they found themselves in each other’s presence again - sitting on Kamryn’s balcony as she read and Harry wrote. Just like on her couch, Kamryn’s legs were outstretched underneath the table to rest her feet in Harry’s lap with her ankles crossed. As Harry wrote down lyrics, and reworked songs in his notebook, he would lower a hand every now again to give her ankle, or one of the arches of her feet, a squeeze.

It took the two of them by surprise just how easily this friendship formed, but they were grateful for it. Sure, Harry had Mitch, Tyler and Kid to pal around with while he was here, however, it was different with Kamryn. Even though he’d work on some music while together, spending time with her wasn’t work. Of course, Kamryn was just as thankful for Harry. She didn’t have a single person to hang out with until he came along, and she wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, but she was starting to find herself slipping into a depression because of her loneliness.

Harry brought a light into that darkness that was starting to loom over her, and she would be forever grateful for that.

“Hey, I have a question for you,” Harry spoke up after a good amount of silence - both of them focused on their materials.

Kamryn looked up from her book with a raised eyebrow before giving him a nod. “Fire away.”

“There’s this party happening tomorrow night - an industry party. I was invited a few weeks ago, and I wasn’t going to go, but management is kind of getting on me. I’ve been laying pretty low while being here, so they think it’s best if I go there to get people talking a little bit,” he shrugged. “I was wondering if you’d like to come with me. They gave me a plus one.”

The invitation caught Kamryn completely off guard. An industry party? She wasn’t sure if someone like her would even know how to fit in at something like that. She was almost positive that she would stick out like a sore thumb.

“You want to bring me?” Kamryn shook her head. “You don’t want to take like…Tyler or Kid?”

“Tyler and Kid will be there already. Mitch went home for a couple of weeks to spend some time with Sarah. I completely understand if it’s too much, but I wanted to ask you. I think we’d have a really nice time if we went together. As much as I love bouncing from apartment to apartment, I think we deserve to have a fun night out.”

Harry did have a point there. Kamryn hadn’t experienced any nightlife in Japan, and it was something she really wanted to do before leaving. Thankfully, she was pretty outgoing, so it wasn’t hard for her to get along with new people - she just had never been to what she felt was such an important party.

“No, no, I want to go,” Kamryn licked over her bottom lip. “But won’t people try to say something if they see us together? Like tabloids? Plus, I’m not sure if I have anything to wear.”

“The party is very casual, I promise. You don’t have to wear anything fancy,” Harry ran his palm over the top of her foot as he spoke. “Anyone there will be industry for the most part. Not everyone is given a plus one, so the odds of someone trying to sell a photo to the tabloids isn’t high. And even if someone did, who cares? It wouldn’t bother me. Would it bother you?”

Kamryn’s nerves began to dissipate when Harry gave her the rundown of everything, and she looked into his ivy colored eyes to really study him. She could tell by the look he was giving her that he really wanted her there.

“No, I don’t think it would,” she stated, excitement now brewing in her stomach before she giggled. “Okay. I’ll go with you.”

“Yeah?” Harry joined in on her laughter - relief washing over him. “I was nervous there for a second that you were going to say no.”

“You were right in saying we deserve a fun night out, and this is the perfect opportunity.”

The two of them spent the rest of the night together, and she told Harry that she’d meet him at his apartment at eight tomorrow night since the party started a little after nine.

As Kamryn laid in bed that night, a warm Suki tucked right against her side, she tried to will away the butterflies that were starting to flutter in her stomach. There was a part of her that had developed a crush on Harry in their time together. He was polite, understanding and all around just the best guy she had ever met. It also warmed her heart that he allowed her to get to know him. She knew that trusting people couldn’t be easy for someone with his profession.

She knew that their friendship was temporary though. There was no way that once he left Japan he would keep in close contact with her. Maybe a spare text here and there, but it wouldn’t be on the same level they were currently. As much as that pained her, she had only known Harry so closely for a couple of weeks. What else should she have expected?

Shaking her head, she leaned over to turn off the lamp on her nightstand so that she could put her mind to rest by falling asleep. 

🥢•🥢•🥢•🥢

Kamryn stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, tilting her head to the side as she looked over the dress that she had decided to wear for the event tonight. She was sure she had checked herself out from every angle possible, but the last thing she wanted to do was embarrass Harry by wearing something that didn’t suit her.

“What do you think, Suki?” She asked, looking down at her cat sitting by her feet. “Does it look okay?”

She was met with a forehead nudge to her calf with a small meow as Suki rubbed against her leg, and she smiled before squatting down to pet over the cat’s fur.

“I’m a little nervous, but Harry will take care of me, yeah?”

Suki meowed again as Kamryn stood up, and she grabbed her small clutch from the top of her dresser. As she peered over at the clock, she knew she was right on time to meet Harry over at his apartment. She walked into the kitchen to pull just her apartment key off her keychain to make it more suitable for her purse situation tonight, and as she locked up her place, she tried to not be so nervous.

She stared at Harry’s door for a moment as she tried to gather herself before sucking in a deep breath.

“You’re going out with your friend. It’s Harry. He’ll make sure you’re okay,” she whispered a small pep talk to herself.

Walking up to Harry’s door, she tapped her knuckles against the surface before resituating her clutch underneath her arm. She stared down at the red boots covering her feet until the sound of said door opening caught her attention, and she looked up to see Harry in the doorway.

“Hi,” she breathed, smiling wide just at the sight of him.

“Hey,” Harry smiled back, dimples indenting deep into his cheeks. “You look amazing, Kam.”

Kamryn could feel her cheeks flushing at Harry’s compliment before she properly trailed her eyes over him. He was dressed in a matching dark colored blazer and trousers with a light colored dress shirt - white trainers on his feet with his hair in a clip. 

“So do you,” she nodded, clearing her throat. “You look really great.”

She watched as Harry lifted a hand to rub it across the back of his neck before stepping out of the doorway. “I know sake isn’t necessarily for shots, but I figured we could maybe take a couple before we go. It’s been a while since I’ve been to one of these, and I’m sure you’re feeling some nerves too.”

“Oh, thank fuck, it’s not just me,” Kamryn gasped jokingly as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “Shots sound wonderful.”

Harry and Kamryn walked into the kitchen portion of his apartment, and he grabbed a bottle of sake from the fridge. “Is Suki angry at me for stealing you away on this Saturday night?”

“Please, she could never hate you,” Kamryn leaned back against one of the counters so the small of her back was resting against the edge. “Sometimes I think she likes you more than me.”

With a gaping mouth, Harry looked over his shoulder at her as he paused on pouring the sake. “Nonsense. You’re her mother.”

Kamryn threw her head back with a laugh - hand clamping against her chest as she did so. “I’m glad that you said that because people always look at me like I have three heads when I say that I’ve birthed her.”

“Well, didn’t you?” Harry responded, causing the fit of laughter between the two to continue.

Once Kamryn could see that he had both shots of sake poured, she moved closer to him and took one of the glasses as he picked up the other. “What are we cheersing to?”

Pursing his lips, Harry stared up at the ceiling for a moment before letting his eyes land on hers.

“To your first proper night out in Japan,” he replied as he lifted the shot in the air.

Kamryn let out a soft sigh as she continued to stare into Harry’s soft eyes. “To my first proper night out in Japan.”

They tapped their glasses together before downing the shots - both of them wincing at the burn that creeped in quickly. Harry was quick to grab each of them a glass of water, and they took a couple of sips before he began to pour another set of shots.

“I’ve arranged for a car to come and pick us up in about fifteen minutes,” he told her as he passed her glass back to her. “It’s not too far from here, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be up for walking or not.”

“Walking would’ve been fine, but being chauffeured around will also be kind of nice.”

Harry more than appreciated Kamryn’s playful attitude when they were around each other. Sometimes he could find himself being a little too serious. Ever since he started to hang around her, he found that his spirits were a bit brighter, which resulted in him taking some of the pressure off himself when it came to the new album.

Once the two friends had taken their second shots, Harry got an alert on his phone that the driver was outside their building. 

“You ready to do this?” He asked, holding his arm out for her to take once he locked up the door to his apartment.

“Yeah,” Kamryn nodded as she placed her hand in the crease of Harry’s elbow. “I’m nervous, but I’m also excited.”

And, as if he knew the phrase she had been repeating to herself when working up the courage to knock on his door just minutes prior, Harry said the one thing that assured her she’d be just fine tonight alongside him. “Don’t be too nervous, Kam. I’ll take care of you.”

She wasn’t sure how him saying that actually did cause her nerves to dissipate, and she subconsciously moved a little closer to him as they walked down to the car. Harry opened the backdoor for her, allowing her to slide in before he situated himself beside her. 

As the driver made their way down the road, Kamryn and Harry talked a bit, and it was obvious they were trying to distract the other so they didn’t feel as nervous. To be honest, Harry was scared that Kamryn might not have a good time tonight. That he pushed her too far by bringing her to an industry party. If at any point he saw that she looked uncomfortable, he wasn’t sure if he could ever forgive himself for that.

The last thing he wanted to do was ruin the friendship they had built together. He hadn’t had the opportunity to make a new friend like this in years.

Once they pulled up to the venue, the driver got out and opened the back door for the two of them. Harry slipped out first, and he extended his hand out to Kamryn to take. When she was also out of the car, he dropped her hand, but immediately placed his palm against her lower back as they started up the steps to the doors.

“Listen,” Harry stopped them for a second as he looked down into Kamryn’s eyes. “If you feel like you need to get out of here for any reason, no matter how short of a time we’ve been here, you let me know. Alright?”

Kamryn’s eyebrows narrowed, and she walked a bit closer to Harry to trail her fingers down his forearm since they were now facing each other. “Why do you say that?”

“I know you said you haven’t been to something like this before. To me it may not seem like a lot, but to you it could, so I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay because of me. I’d leave in a heartbeat if you asked me to.”

“I’m feeling okay right now,” Kamryn assured him as she reached out to take his hand - lacing their fingers together. “But if that changes, I promise I’ll let you know. Okay?”

“That’s all I ask,” Harry smiled.

They turned to face the front doors of the building again, and their hands didn’t separate as they walked inside. It was dim in there with some bright lights flashing around. Loud music was thumping in their ears as they made their way through the groups of people who were standing around conversing, and Harry spotted a bar tucked into the back corner.

“Do you want a drink?” He asked Kamryn as he leaned down so she could hear him.

“Sure! Just a vodka soda for me.”

Harry nodded, and he led them both to the counter. He ordered them each a vodka soda, as he decided he would drink whatever she was, and once they were holding their glasses, his hand traveled down to her lower back as they wandered into the crowd. Soon he caught sight of both Tyler and Kid, and the couple made their way over to them.

“Hey, Harry,” Kid said as he wrapped his arms around his friend in a hug.

Tyler and Harry exchanged a hug as well before Harry stepped back and pulled Kamryn into his side.

“Guys, this is Kamryn,” he said, and he watched as her smile grew.

“It’s so nice to meet you guys. I’ve heard so much about the two of you.”

Kamryn held her hand out, which both Kid and Tyler shook before Tyler spoke up. “So this is the infamous Kamryn? We’ve heard a lot about you too.”

“Oh goodness,” she giggled as she felt the heat coating her cheeks. “Only good things, I hope.”

“Nothing but,” Kid chimed in, and Kamryn looked over to Harry to see that his cheeks were flushing as well.

Throughout the night, Kamryn and Harry indulged in only a couple more drinks, and every now and then, they danced with each other out on the dance floor. At one point, they got swept away from one another as the party ended up in full-force. Wigs and accessories were being handed out to each of the guests, and Kamryn soon ended up with a pink wig while Harry now had a pair of angel wings adorning his back.

“I’m not sure what the point of all of this is,” Harry laughed as peered at one of the wings over his shoulder - tugging at it slightly with his fingers.

“I don’t think anyone does, but it’s fun,” Kamryn giggled as she took his hands and led him out onto the dance floor with her again.

The two of them remained at the party longer than they intended, considering they couldn’t see the outside world from how tinted the windows were, but when they stepped outside, they could see the sun was just starting to rise.

“Oh my god,” Kamryn gasped as she looked up at Harry - both of them still wearing their accessories. “I didn’t realize the time.”

“Neither did I,” Harry said as he looked around before shoving his hands into his front pockets. “Want to walk back?”

Nodding, Kamryn smiled as they started down the street towards their apartments. Neither of them were drunk considering the four drinks they had were burnt off with the way they were dancing, and plus, they didn’t want to allow themselves to get too inebriated.

“Did you have fun?” Harry asked as they walked along.

“So much fun. I can’t remember the last time I allowed myself to let loose like that. It was really nice.”

The fact that she had such a great time warmed Harry’s heart. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t felt further feelings than just a friendship with Kamryn. There hadn’t been a woman in his life for quite some time, and he was a bit nervous at the fact he found himself having a new crush.

To say it was difficult for Harry to date someone would be an understatement. And he hated to admit that it would be even harder for someone to date him if they weren’t already in the industry themselves. People were ruthless. People were mean. He wasn’t sure how he’d react if a tabloid ever came at Kamryn sideways. He’d probably lose his mind.

“You okay?” Kamryn’s voice broke through the spiral he was about to fall into, and Harry forced a smile onto his lips.

“I’m fine. Just a little tired. That’s all.”

Kamryn could sense that something shifted, but she didn’t comment on it.

Once they got back to their place, they went up the steps and Harry stood with her in front of her door.

“Thank you for taking me tonight, Harry. I had such a wonderful time meeting your friends, and just getting to hang out with you. I really appreciate it,” she wanted to reach out and hold his hand, but she fought against it considering the reaction he had given her just moments before.

“Thank you for agreeing to come. Settings like these can be a little overwhelming for me, with all the industry talk and all, so having a friend like you there was a really big comfort. I owe you.”

Kamryn felt her heart falter at the word ‘friend’, but she hoped she didn’t let it show on her face.

“Oh, stop that,” she giggled, trying to play off the disappointment she was feeling over that one silly word. “You don’t owe me at all. We both had a good time, yeah? We’re even.”

Harry hummed with a nod before walking forward to wrap his arms around her - pulling her into his chest for a hug. “Goodnight, Kam. I’ll see you later.”

“Goodnight,” Kamryn sighed as she tried to take in being this close to Harry as much as possible.

Once they pulled away, they both went into their respective apartments, and they both felt off.

Suki came padding out from Kamryn’s bedroom with small meows, and Kamryn bent down to give her some pets. “I know. You’re probably hungry. I’m sorry for staying out so late. Let me feed you.”

Kamryn prepared a can of wet food for Suki in her special bowl before placing it down on the kitchen floor, and then she turned around to press her back against one of the counters - hands reaching behind to curl around the edge of it. She didn’t know why, and maybe she was fooling herself, but when she was on that dance floor with Harry tonight, she felt a spark with him that she hadn’t before. It was something she wanted to explore further. To get to the root of, however, she wasn’t sure if Harry had felt it too.

Her mind raced for a bit, and before she could even fathom what she was doing, Kamryn found herself in front of Harry’s door - fist knocking against the surface. It was only a few seconds later the door opened to reveal Harry. He had discarded his blazer and angel wings, and a few buttons were undone from the top of his shirt. She could also see that his curls were laid in a messy, but sexy, way as he had taken his clip out.

Their eyes ran over each other for a moment before Kamryn surged forward - hands holding Harry’s cheeks as she pressed on her tiptoes to seal her mouth against his. Harry hummed against her lips once he realized what was happening, and he wrapped his arms around her waist to drag her fully inside. He kicked the door shut behind them all while guiding her in the direction of his couch without breaking contact.

Once the back of Harry’s legs hit the couch, he sat down and pulled Kamryn to straddle his waist. With his mouth still working against hers, his fingertips traveled down her legs to the zipper of her boots, and he undid each of them before pushing the shoes off her feet and onto the ground. Their hands were all over each other as their teeth and tongues clashed. Hearts pounded as Kamryn began to undo the remaining buttons of Harry’s shirts, and once she had them all loose, Harry shrugged it off of his shoulders easily.

“Kamryn,” he whispered against her lips as his hands curled around the hem of her dress. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she nodded as she pulled back a bit, and she lifted her arms above her head. “It’s more than okay.”

Harry’s eyes held hers as he lifted the garment up - tossing it to the side with his shirt onto the couch cushion next to them. He swallowed harshly before allowing his sight to travel down, and he felt himself fully hardening against the zipper of his trousers as he took in Kamryn’s naked breasts with her nipples already peaked due to being newly exposed. 

“So pretty,” Harry shook his head while gliding his large palms around to press against Kamryn’s lower back - having her arching further into him.

Leaning down, he began to trail his lips over her flushed skin, and Kamryn hummed in response - head tilting back while she ran her fingers through the front of Harry’s hair. He took his time to sponge kisses to every bit of her that he could before taking one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the stiffened bud, and she gasped as he allowed his teeth to graze over it afterwards.

“Harry,” Kamryn moaned as she attempted to squeeze her thighs together, but she was unable to due to the position they were currently in.

Just like he had earlier, Harry’s arms wrapped around Kamryn’s waist, but she also wrapped her legs around his torso as he scooped her up from the couch. He carried her into his bedroom - laying her down gently on the bed as she stared up at him.

“I just want to make sure,” her hands trembled as she rested them against Harry’s tattooed chest. “You want this too, right? I don’t want you to do anything just because you-”

Harry cut off her words with his mouth as his heart ached to hear that Kamryn could even think he would only be interested in doing this with her because he thought it’s what she wanted. He figured it was clear that the both of them wanted this, so badly, but he then vowed to prove to her that this meant just as much to him.

“Kam,” he began to kiss over her jawline. “Do you really think I would have you like this, practically naked in front of me, if I didn’t want this?”

Kamryn bit down her bottom lip as she watched Harry raise up to hover over her, and shook her head. “No.”

“Exactly,” he ran the back of his fingers across her cheek before lifting that hand to pull the pink wig she still had on off of her head. Once he tossed it to the side, he reached around and released the hair tie from her hair to have it fan over his pillow. “But I need you to promise me something, please?”

“Anything,” Kamryn brushed her fingertips along the bit of stubble Harry had growing over his top lip.

“Promise me that this won’t make things change. That things won’t get weird after we do this. I don’t…I know we can’t really label what this will be, but if doing this means I could potentially lose you, then no, I don’t want this.”

Kamryn was sure that any other girl would take what Harry said the wrong way, however, she understood what he meant perfectly. She also hoped this wouldn’t ruin their friendship. She was also well aware that this would more than likely have to be casual, and she was more than okay with that - as long as it meant she wouldn’t lose someone who had easily become her best friend in the end.

“I promise that things will still be the same, and that if they are different, it’ll be good. More touching,” her hands moved down on his torso to tease the waistband of his trousers. “More kissing.” She leaned up to press her lips against his neck before sucking just the tiniest bit. “More intimacy.”

Harry’s stomach flipped at Kamryn’s words as they were paired along with the way she was touching him. “Thank you.”

Smiling at each other, they sealed their mouths together once more as they were soon ridding themselves of all other clothing. They were now completely naked on Harry’s bed, but it didn’t feel awkward in the slightest. It just felt right.

“Let me get a condom,” Harry got up and walked over to his closet, and he slid the door open to reveal his suitcase on the top shelf.

Kamryn propped herself up on her elbow as she admired Harry’s body - allowing herself to take in every dip of muscle, along with the indents at the bottom of his spine. She was entranced with the tattoos inked across his legs that she hardly noticed he was approaching the bed again.

“Thought you were going to get lucky on this trip, did you?” She asked as one of Harry’s hands reached out to roll her onto her back again. Kamryn giggled as Harry placed the condom on the bed beside them so he could graze his palms down her sides. 

“Well, there’s always some things you just never take out of your travel bag, you know? Like a first aid kit,” he pressed a kiss against the hinge of her jaw. “Extra pair of headphones.” Another kiss to her collarbone. “Toothpaste.” One more to the swell of one of her breasts. “And I guess for me - condoms.”

Another set of giggles flooded from Kamryn’s lungs as Harry playfully nipped as one of her hip bones. They were taking each other in completely as Harry kneeled up between her legs, and he grabbed the condom once more. 

“Can I go down on you a little bit before we-”

“Harry,” Kamryn interrupted him as she reached out to wrap her hand around his cock. She worked it up and down his length, and Harry groaned at the tingling it immediately shot through his spine. “As much as I know I would enjoy that, I really need to have you inside of me.”

Nodding in understanding, Harry ripped the packing for the condom open, and once Kamryn moved her hand away, he rolled it down his shaft - making sure it was secure before properly kneeling between her thighs.

“You let me know if something feels uncomfortable, or if you need anything, alright? I’m not going to be mad if you ask me to wait. If you ask me to stop.”

“I will,” Kamryn reassured him. “Please, I just…”

Harry shifted his hips forward so that the head of his cock pressed against Kamryn’s entrance, and he groaned as he felt her walls already drawing him further in. He looked up from where he was disappearing inside of her to watch her face - seeing that her eyes were clamped shut.

“Kamryn,” he quickly reached out one of his hands to lace their fingers together, and he pulsed them in a reassuring squeeze. “Talk to me. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she panted, her knees locking up against his hips. “Yeah, I’m fine…just go slow.”

“Okay,” Harry pressed a kiss right above her eyebrow. “I’ll go as slow as you need me to.”

Giving her a few more seconds, Harry then started to sink into her a bit more, and he made sure to keep the same pace before bottoming out completely. He sighed as he dropped his face into the crook of her neck all while Kamryn clenched down around him. 

“God,” Kamryn moaned as she took the initiative to roll her hips up against his. “This feels…”

Instead of finishing her sentence, she pulled Harry’s face up to kiss him once again - feeling overwhelmed with the pleasure that was flowing through her body. Her toes curled as Harry started up a pace of thrusting in and out of her cunt, and Kamryn dropped her hands to sink her fingertips into his bulging biceps.

“You’re taking me so well, love,” Harry ran his nose along her cheekbone. “Making such beautiful noises. I’m not going to be able to get those out of my head.”

“Trust me. I’m not going to be able to get how this feels out of my head either.”

After remaining in the same position for a while, Harry pushed himself further up on his knees, and he kept Kamryn’s knees up against his hips as he wrapped his palms over the tops of her thighs. He started to clash his hips against hers a little harder, and Kamryn buried one of her cheeks into the pillow while turning her head to the side. Her hands were now clinging to Harry’s wrists to ground herself as she could already tell it wouldn’t be longer until he had her tipping over the edge.

Harry titled his chin down to rest against his chest as he spit down against Kamryn’s clit before dragging the pad of his thumb over it in precise circles. He grunted as he felt her walls pulsing around him even more than they were already, and his head felt fuzzy as he fought off having an early orgasm.

“Harry,” she whined as her thighs started to shake. “You’re gonna make me come already.”

“C’mon, Kam,” he urged her as he applied more pressure to her clit. “Let me feel you.”

The mewl that started to escape Kamryn’s lips got hitched in the back of her throat, and her hips stuttered up against Harry’s before her lower back started to melt into the mattress. Her chest heaved as she tried to get her breathing back to normal while Harry continued to ride her through the aftershocks of her climax.

“So fucking pretty,” Harry shook his head. “I wish I could make you come like that over and over again.”

“I don’t think my legs would work properly anymore if you did that,” she joked, causing the both of them to chuckle before he moved them around the mattress one final time.

Harry was lowered further down on his knees once again, but now his chest was pressed flush against Kamryn’s as he began to hit inside of her from a slower, but deeper, angle. 

It had been a while since either of them had sex that felt so meaningful. Casual sex was something each of them would indulge in every now and then, Harry having to be a bit more cautious in that department, but what was happening between them now was so very different than any of that.

Kamryn hummed as she slipped a hand between them, and she pressed the tips of her fingers down where she could feel Harry’s tip bulging against her stomach.

“Oh, fuck,” he whined, and he could feel the beginnings of his orgasm starting to take hold. “Do that again.”

Kamryn obeyed immediately, and once Harry felt that pressure one more time, he bit down on his bottom lip to muffle the groan as he felt himself releasing into the condom. He collapsed against her body, but was careful not to allow too much of his weight to rest on her. His hands continued to move around her torso - caressing her skin.

“Stay,” Harry pressed a kiss below Kamryn’s ear as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his shoulders.

“I would, but I have to tend to Suki in the morning,” she whispered, playing with the curls as the nape of his neck.

“Then can I stay at yours?”

Kamryn nodded, and the two of them rolled out of bed. Harry assisted her with cleaning up in the bathroom before doing the same for himself, and once they had their clothes back on, they made their way into Kamryn’s apartment. Suki was curled up and sleeping on Kamryn’s bed, so they did their best not to disturb her as they crawled underneath the sheets after Kamryn changed into some pajamas and Harry removed the shirt he had thrown on - leaving him in some sweatpants.

With an arm curling around Kamryn’s waist, Harry pulled her back against his chest to spoon her. “Goodnight, Kam.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

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Kamryn moved around the space of her new condo, having been back in LA for three months now. She had stayed with her parents up until last month, waiting for this condo to be ready for her to move in, and she found herself still finding boxes that somehow needed unpacking. Currently digging through one of those said boxes, she swallowed the lump in her throat as she pulled out a yellow frog hat - one that Harry sent that matched his, and went along with the green one she already owned.

Her and Harry had spoken here and there since she returned to the states. It was hard to talk as much as they wanted given how busy he was, and he had offered to fly her out to NYC a couple of times to be with him, but Kamryn had been practically thrown into teaching for summer school as soon as she got back from Japan. Thankfully they had exchanged addresses, so they got in the habit of sending each other little gifts back and forth, hence the frog hat he gifted her.

As she stared at the hat, she found herself back in the middle of her apartment in Japan the morning that Harry was leaving.

She watched as Harry ran his hand over Suki’s fur while resting on his knees. Suki was butting her forehead against his thigh over and over again, and it was as if she knew that he was going to be leaving too. Kamryn was trying her best to keep her tears at bay, but it was hard to know that her one friend in Japan was going to be leaving, and that she would still be here alone for a couple more months.

With a heavy sigh, Harry pushed himself off the floor, and when he caught sight of Kamryn’s eyes, he frowned. He approached her, his hands curling around her hips as he pulled her flush against his chest.

“You’re not going to be back in LA when I get there, are you?”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t think so, love. I’m only going to be there for a couple of weeks before I head out to New York. Once I’m finished there, I’ll probably be going on tour since the album is almost finished.”

Kamryn nodded, and she looked down at her feet to try and hide the tears that were starting to fall. She felt Harry curl his finger under her chin, and he forced her to look back up at him.

“But I would be more than happy to fly you out to New York for a week or two so we can spend some time together before tour happens. How does that sound?”

The goodbye kiss they shared was seared into her mind - forever engrained. After the night of the industry party he had taken her to, when they gave themselves over to each other for the first time, they had fallen into an even deeper routine than they had indulged in before. Although they didn’t label it, they knew they were dating. It just made it easier not to put it into that category when they knew they would be going their separate ways.

Sighing, Kamryn walked over to the hat rack she had in the corner of her room, and she set the frog hat right down to her existing one. She smiled softly at the way the two of them looked together before hearing a knock at the door. Her brows narrowed as she padded her way down the hallway and towards the foyer. Wrapping her fingers around the door knob, she pulled the wooden surface open, and she gasped - tears of happiness immediately filling her eyes while the biggest smile she had felt in a while pushed itself onto her lips.

“Harry!”

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Pierced Through The Heart

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Warnings- smut, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, h has tongue and lip piercings

“Finally! Hey.” An easy smile lit up his face as he watched her walk into his flat. It was always welcome to see her enter like she owned the place- she very well could, if she wanted to.. Looking her over with what he hoped were at least slightly concealed heart eyes, he lifted his hand for her to sit next to him on the well loved sofa. “Where have you been, gorgeous? Off hiding away?”

It had been a bit since they’d gotten together so when she had texted him asking if he was busy tonight, he had scrambled to make sure his place was clean and he could appear as nonchalant as possible when he texted her when he texted her to come over- even if his heart had been in his ass when she gave her ETA. 

“Ugh.” Y/N groaned, stretching her legs out as she took a seat right next to him as he so graciously offered. “I got a huge fucking commission and it’s taken me ages. M’happy about it, don’t get me wrong, but I feel a bit over my head a bit. I needed to get a head start on it so I didn’t fall behind.” Sometimes she did get in her head about work so it made sense, though it didn’t make him miss her any less. 

Harry nodded, tapping his fingers against his thigh. “I get it, babe. S’important and you've got to take care of your work. I just missed having you around.” He pouted playfully, putting his arm around her “But hey, you're here now.”

“Exactly.” She smiled tiredly, leaning her head on his shoulder. His cologne was a comfort she hadn’t realized she needed- as well as the simple concept of human touch. Being locked up in her studio as she chipped away at the commissions often had her forgetting how much both her body and mind actually craved a cuddle or two. “Where's the roommate tonight?”

Harry shrugged, his hand tracing lazy circles on her shoulder.  “He's out. Some party or another. You know how it is with Kev. Always living life on the edge.” He chuckled, but there was a hint of worry in his voice. It wouldn’t be long before he went off the deep end- but that wasn’t a discussion for tonight.

“Yeah...” It was hard. His roommate was a bit much, so it was better they were alone, but she felt bad for feeling that way. “Did you order the food yet? Or were you waiting for me?”

Harry smiled, his fingers tightening slightly on her shoulder in a little squeeze. It felt so good to have her close to him again. Thankfully she was just as happy to be cuddly with him and didn’t seem to be weirded out by her friend’s overt clinginess- or didn’t show it- because he felt slightly pathetic with how much he’d missed her presence. “I ordered already, love. Should be arriving any minute now.” He took a glance down at her, his eyes soft with… something. She couldn’t tell quite what it was, but she’d seen it a few times. “I've got everything set up just the way you like it.” 

“Ugh. You’re a godsend.” Wrapping her arms around him she hugged him tight, feeling a little bit of pressure roll off of her shoulders. He was always so good at things like that. taking care of her, making her feel relaxed, always being one step ahead. “You are the absolute best. I hope you know that.”

Harry chuckled, wrapping his arms around her in return and relishing in the feeling of her initiating the embrace before pulling back. It wasn’t that he wanted to, nor did he fully, but he needed to attempt some semblance of normalcy. “I do my best, babe. Just want to make sure you're taken care of, that's all.” The man smiled down at her, his fingers trailing through her hair. Just couldn’t fucking help it, could he? “And honestly, I love doing things for you.”

Harry had never considered himself much for taking care of people prior, tending to be more of a lone wolf in most aspect of his life, but when he met Y/N it had all… just come out. He loved being the one making sure she was smiling.  Making sure she was well fed, warm, feeling comfortable in his presence. It gave him a sense of purpose, he thinks. The smiles were reward enough, but making her feel comfortable in his company was the ultimate goal. It's why he made sure his roommate wasn’t going to be here tonight. Y/N was too polite to say he made her a little uneasy, but he was attentive to her and receptive to her feelings. Her body language never seemed at ease when he was around-‘so he eliminated that sort of issue

“And that’s why you’re above everyone else.” Y/N mumbled, keeping her eyes closed as he ran his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck. “That feels incredible, by the way.”

Harry blushed to himself, grateful she couldn’t see it right now. It was weird, feeling such a sense of pride wash over him over something so simple. He loved being the one she turned to, the one she felt most comfortable with. Hearing her praise him made him feel like he was genuinely doing something right. “Ah, yeah?”

“Mhm.” The girl nodded. “Tell me about work, though. Any interesting piercings? Anyone pass out? Had that one weird guy come in again? I want to know it all.” She kept her cheek pressed to his shoulder as he continued the motions.

Harry let out a soft laugh, settling into the comfortable rhythm of running his fingers through the silky locks as he tried to think of something interesting enough to tell her. “Well, actually, there was this one guy who came in for his first ear piercing and he freaked the fuck out when he saw the needle. He started shaking and sweating and just about passed out cold on the chair.”

“For an ear piercing?” Y/N let out a choked laugh. “I try not to judge people but… that’s kind of an overreaction, isn’t it?”

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. It was like her to be sweet about it and not judge, but he did sometimes. She was the only one who knew he really rolled his eyes at shit like that. He leaned down, pressing a small kiss to the crown of her head before pulling back to continue his story. “Yeah, I thought so too. But you should've seen the look on his face when I finally got the needle through.”

“Oi.” She winced. “Yeah, M’sure that was a joy to deal with.” Sarcasm laced her tone. “You have loads more patience than me. It’s why I work with as few people as possible.” Retail and service has never bode well with her, and when she had fallen into her own artwork she had counted her blessings that it meant she didn’t have to work with people day to day. 

Harry smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he listened to her voice. He loved her sarcasm, her wit, her everything, but he tried to keep that sort of fondness off of his face the best he could. “That's part of why I like bein’ close with you, actually. You're low-maintenance and always so easy to be around. A little grumpy, but s’cute.”

“Grumpy?” Her nose wrinkled, but she couldn’t deny it. The girl did her absolute best to be as sweet as she could but one of the things that made her tick was stupidity, and that was something people had to deal with in abundance when they worked in those industries. She was a little bit grumpy when it came to people. “I…wish I could deny those allegations, but I can’t. But in my defense, people shouldn’t be asking so many stupid questions. I worry more and more that people lose common sense as the days go by.”

Harry laughed, pulling her a little tighter against his side. "Grumpy and worried about the loss of common sense, huh? That's my girl." He paused, his fingers still gently fiddling with the ends of her hair. "But even with all that, you're still the most comfortable person for me to be around."

“Really?” She looked at him in surprise. Her guess would have been maybe Mitch, or Connor. Not her. “How come? I mean, not that I’m not extremely flattered and have to calm my ego at this moment because I can literally feel it growing out of my ears.” 

Harry smiled, feeling his tummy twist slightly as he looked down at her, "Because you're just... you, ya know? You're honest, and a bit grumpy-which we already established as cute-, and you don't put up with any of my shit." It was refreshing to have someone who cared about you enough to call you out on shit, and that’s what he needed. It was an interesting juxtaposition to see her soft doe-like eyes looking up at him with her head tilted, telling him that he’s absolutely ‘full of shit’. Harry had been known to be a bit arrogant at times and she had taken that level way down, in a good way. "And you're the only person who can make me laugh without even trying."

“H… you’re gonna make me blush.” She playfully batted at his chest, but felt the swirl of warmth in her tummy. It was a true compliment all things considered. Harry seemed open, but he kept people at an arm's length usually. She had noticed that he didn’t do it with her which she had always special, but hearing it out loud made her feel even more so.

Harry's eyes softened slightly as he looked at her. "You're the only one who can see past all the layers and shit and just get me, you know?" He leaned in just a bit, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "And I fucking love it." 

It was that moment, she would come to reflect, where the tension started. The kiss to the cheek, the compliments. It had started the loaded tension, the sexual undertone for the rest of the night. 

Later on, after the food had been eaten and settled in their bellies and the second episode had ended and the third had begun, she realized how close she had gotten to him through the night. Her legs over his thighs, his thumb tracing over her knee. His eyes were on the screen giving her a chance to observe his beautiful fucking face for a moment without feeling the normal intimidation she would from him staring right back at her. The lip ring, the sharp curve of his jaw, his pretty mouth, the slope of his nose- a modern Apollo. It had been no secret that he was good looking but it was harder to ignore tonight. It was always hard to ignore just how beautiful the man was, but feeling it now, seeing it up close and personal felt like a privilege. Her body flushed when she noticed his eyes on her- he caught her staring, his eyebrow raised at her, but didn’t say a word.

Harry moved his hand from her knee, tracing his fingers up her thigh slowly before resting it there again. He leaned in closer, his lips curling as he whispered to her. "You like what you see, love? Wanna take a picture? I’ll pose for you, even. Let the pretty artist do her thing. Think I’d be a good muse?" The hint of tease was in there but he was waiting for her reaction. Feeling his own want for her bubbling over, simmering under his fingertips.

“You’re really handsome, H. I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that, but you are.” Ever the blunt person, Y/N didn’t shy away from telling him that he was beautiful. That was the god’s honest truth. Harry was factually gorgeous and she had always thought so, as did most human beings whenever they went out. He commanded a room without even trying, attracting eyes like magnets- only his being the opposite pole. 

Harry's smirk grew wider at her words, his hand still resting on her thigh. "Handsome, huh?" He repeated, his voice huskier than she had heard it before. It sent a bit of a zing to her tummy because- that was hot. There was a quick glance at the TV before looking back at her, his eyes locking onto hers. "You're pretty fucking stunning yourself, you know that?"

The air between them was static, the tension thick and palpable. Harry's hand on her thigh was a constant reminder of his presence, of his touch. Her legs were draped over his, their bodies close, touching in a way they had before a million times but it felt… different. The charge was there. He could feel it and he was sure she could too. What exactly changed, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps the heart had grown fonder over their bit of time apart, or perhaps the dam was finally overflowing and breaking against the weight of trying to hold back desires hidden behind the walls- either way, he was going to find out. The sound of the TV in the background was barely audible over the pounding of their hearts, but he could feel it in his throat.

Harry had been pining for her for what felt like an eternity. He'd watch her from afar, his heart aching with every smile she shared with someone else. The only true explanation he could come to was that he loved her, he realized. He had loved her for a long time now. He ached for her, his heart hurting every time she mentioned dating apps or hookups in the past because fuck, he wanted to be the one she was talking about, the one she was laughing with. He wanted to be her world, her everything. No one would expect the man to be a romantic, but he was. Maybe she’d brought it out of him, but he felt completely at her mercy and she had no idea just how tightly wound he was around her tiniest finger.

“You think so?” She felt a little shy with that compliment. It wasn’t often that she got like that, but Harry had a way of pulling it out of her. “Stunning is a big word, but thank you.” Licking over her lip, she looked down to his tattooed wrist, running her finger over the ink. “I’m glad you invited me to hang out tonight.”’

Harry's heart flipped at her shy reaction. Damn, she was so fucking cute. He wanted to lean in, brush his lips over hers and take a taste of her. The way she was looking at his tattoos, running her finger over them was driving him crazy. The sensation was something he’d dreamt about, post coitial bliss with her hands all over him in the best way. He wanted to feel all of it, all of her, everywhere

"You're more than fucking stunning, you know that?" Harry's voice was raspy as he spoke, volume low as if trying to keep it private for them even if they were already alone. He shifted in his seat, his hand on her thigh flexing a little as he leaned in closer to her.

Her heart stuttered in her chest as she looked at him, throat tight. She had an idea what was happening but she hadn’t anticipated it actually being any reality, let alone one that would be happening tonight. Part of her wanted to shy away but she couldn’t. Her body wouldn’t let her. Eyes curious and round, her head tilted in question as he looked right back at her.

Harry noticed the way she was looking at him, head falling back slightly as he let it a light groan. "Fuck, don't look at me like that, please." He begged. He couldn't take it, seeing her so nervous and shy. 

“Like what?” Her eyes widened slightly but she made no move to shift away from him. What was she doing? What was happening? And why did she want him to keep going, keep touching her, why did she feel like she was lightheaded from the attention he was paying to her? Had he always looked at her like this?

Harry's eyes were locked onto hers, his gaze intense. "Like you're confused. Like you don’t know how fuckin’ gorgeous I find you." He admitted, his hand on her thigh trembling slightly. "I don't know how much more of this I can take, you're fucking killing me."

Warm fingertips trailed over his wrist and down his hand, brushing over his wrists and back up as she waited for him to react. The anticipation was killing her, sitting perfectly still as she decided to wait. to let him take the lead. “Why am I killing you?” She was playing dumb. The sexual tension had risen up, her skin hot from it, but she wanted to hear it from him.

Harry sucked in a breath as she trailed her fingertips over his wrist, his heart racing in his chest. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to tell- had to show her. To let out everything that was building up inside of him. "Because I want you so goddamn bad." His voice was hoarse, laced with fervor, his eyes pleading with her to understand. He couldn't help the way he felt, the way he had always felt about her. "I've wanted you for so long, been pining for you.. it's driving me insane."

“You have?” Her head tilted, hair falling over her shoulder as he dropped that bomb on her. Y/N hadn’t had any real idea that he had wanted her, had always sort of thought maybe he just liked that she was easy to hang out with and that they’d meshed together really well, but the knowledge that he was pining over her sent the hoard of butterflies into her stomach. “How.. for how long?”

Harry's jaw clenched, knowing it was time to confess. There was no use in hiding it anymore, even if she was going to reject him. It was about to burst from his seams, leak from his lips regardless. "Since we’ve met," He admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "I’ve been fucking useless over you. Used t’watch you, wonder what it would be like to have you, to hold you, to kiss you." He looked at her with desperate eyes.

"I'd see you talking to that asshole ex of yours, and I'd just want to fucking rip him apart and keep you all to myself. Knew I could treat you better, make you feel better, give you all the shit he couldn’t. Heard you cry too many times over people that aren’t worth it and I can give you all the shit you need. I know I can." He admitted, his face flushing with anger and jealousy. "I've tried to ignore it, to move on, but I can't."

"You have no idea how many times I've imagined telling you, but I didn’t want to fuck things up between things up between us. You’ve felt safe with me. I didn’t want you to feel like I’ve been friends with you as some fucking attempt to get into your pants because that isn’t it. I’ll be your friend regardless, but I just need a shot. Please. Just give me one chance t’see." Harry felt a little pathetic for his approach but he didn’t have much control over it. It was all in her hands now.

Her breathing hitched as she listened, her cunt getting slightly wet at the way he looked at her, at how he spoke. losing that bit of a veil he had over him, showing her how he had felt. Finally, It felt like that part she couldn’t figure out was coming to the light. “Harry…” she breathed, feeling his hand reach for her jaw. It was welcomed, his warm fingertips tilting her head up.

She didn’t know he had that in him, but she really fucking liked it. 

Gripping her chin firmly, his thumb brushing over her pouted lower lip as he looked into her eyes. "Shut up and kiss me." He commanded, leaving no room for argument. Harry didn't wait for her to respond. Leaning in, his free hand came up to wrap around her waist, pulling her close to him as he crushed their lips together. It was rough, passionate and intense, a hunger she hadn't sensed from him before- and she strangely loved it.

Harry’s lips were demanding, claiming hers as if she belonged to him. His tongue pushed past her lips, tangling with hers in a heated kiss that left her gasping. He kissed her like he was starving for her, like he hadn't eaten in days and she was the only thing that could satisfy him. His lips were bruising, hungry, insistent, molding against hers with a fierce intensity that took her breath away. The tip of his tongue delved into her mouth, probing, tasting, owning, his moan vibrating against her lips as he deepened the kiss.

She melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she returned it with equal fervor. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him close as she surrendered to the overwhelming hunger he stirred within her. She whimpered into the kiss, her body trembling with need, her heart racing in her chest.

Y/N could feel just how much he meant it, how much he had yearned for her. She could taste it on his tongue as he held her to his body, resting her on his thighs. He was greedy with her, taking and taking and taking- but she didn’t mind at all. If anything she flowed into it, melting into the feeling.

The way she fed into the kiss, so willingly and completely, made his heart race and his head spin. He could taste her surrender, her desire, her longing for him and he drank it in eagerly, as if he could never get enough of her. Her body melted into his embrace as her lips parted further, inviting him in deeper. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, her hands gripping his hair almost painfully, but he hardly cared.

Her body was pliant, her breathing uneven, as he continued to delve into her mouth. He could feel the way she shifted on his lap, her legs bracketing his hips as she slowly began to move herself against him.

A low groan rumbled in his chest, the sound almost primal as he felt her shifting on his lap. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard and it only served to drive him further into madness. He wanted more of her, all of her, every single part of her. “Baby…” The nickname fell out of her mouth as a breathless sigh. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

He pulled back from the kiss slightly, his breath coming in ragged pants as he stared down at her. Her eyes were glazed over with desire, her lips swollen and so prettily puffy from the intensity of their kissing- he wanted this to be the state of them every fucking day. Why was this only the first time he’d gotten the privilege of getting to see this? "I can't... I can't think straight when you're like this,"

Uneven breaths filtered the room, the TV show long forgotten behind them. She, too, was unable to think straight as she looked into his eyes. It was gorgeous, he was fucking gorgeous, looking fucked out just from a kiss alone. “Huh?” Y/N was hazy herself. This wasn’t what she had expected from coming over tonight but she had no complaints. Her mouth felt like it was buzzing and her clit was throbbing as she sat against him, his large hands keeping her still otherwise she’d continue her ministrations on top of him.

Harry reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek in a gentle touch. "Just looking at you, baby, makes me lose my damn mind. I need you to focus on me for a second, okay?" He swallowed hard as he tried to calm himself down. "You're fuckin’ stunning. Driving me crazy, really fucking crazy. The way you move against me... I need more of it." The man sighed out, his fingers trailing down her throat gently, petting her.

Harry's mind was swimming with need, a deep and intense desire to have her, to make her his and his alone. He wanted to feel her body pressed against his, the heat rolling off of her in waves. He wanted to kiss her, to touch her, to taste her. “But I don’t want t’just fuck you. I want you. Want you to be my girl.”

Holding her eyes with his own, he thumbed over her swollen bottom lip and watched as it snapped back to place as he released it. “I want t’do the whole thing. The dates, the flowers, everything you want. I don’t want to ruin this friendship but fuck, darling… I just want you to be mine.” He swallowed thickly, watching her reaction. “I’m willing to work for that title… but I can’t hold back anymore. Can’t keep pretending that I’m not dying t’hold you and kiss this perfect fucking mouth.”

She looked up at him, eyes wide and lips parted. Her cheeks were hot under the skin, chest rising and falling with every deep breath she took. It felt like he’d stolen her breath and her thoughts as he confessed to her, making her blink at him a few times. She looked completely lost in his words and the way he looked at her as he spoke them. The air around was thick with tension and desire.

There wasn’t a thought that needed to be had to confirm that she wanted him back, though. She always adored him, but he’d never seemed like the relationship type. Never showed his interest in the way she had anticipated. It had taken her by surprise, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t happy about it.

Without thinking, she reached up and cupped his face, her thumb brushing over his berry hued lips and running over the piercing as she searched his eyes. She could see the raw emotion in them, the way he was barely holding on to his control. And it broke her heart, in a way, because she was so completely aware of how painful it could be to hold back emotions for someone. “I wish you hadn’t hidden it for so long.” Softly, she used her other hand to push back his hair. “I can’t lie and say this isn’t a surprise… but I am more than willing to give it a shot.” Indulging in him, she leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Especially when you kiss me like you just did.”

She deepened the kiss, parting her lips for him and wrapping her arms around his neck in a desperate attempt to get closer to him. Harry groaned against her mouth, pulling her flush against him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

That was the answer he needed. He had imagined her rejection a million times, her acceptance a few times more, but nothing could compare to the actual feeling of it. Having her in his lap and the overwhelming giddy feeling working its way through his limbs as he tried to show it through his actions.

The kiss was needy, full of the  longing and passion that had been building up over the months. He was rough and gentle at the same time, leaving her dizzy as he trailed kisses from her lips to her jaw. “Good. So it’s settled… no more silly dates with useless boys. You’re gonna give me a shot to show you just how much I can appreciate you.”

“Mhm.” Y/N nearly purred, rolling her head to the side as he kissed over her skin and down to her throat. It had always been sensitive for her, but feeling the cool brush of his lip ring, and then the metallic ball of his tongue piercing brush her hot skin had her shiver in his arms.

Harry smirked, knowing he was getting to her head. His hands roamed her body, pulling her in even closer as he sucked on a soft spot right under her ear. God, she was fucking soft wherever he touched her, he couldn’t get enough of her. He sucked hard on the spot, his nose brushing against her skin as he inhaled her scent deeply. His other hand came up to wrap around her throat, applying just a bit of pressure as he tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck.

“Fuck.” Y/N felt her second heartbeat between her thighs, the strong hand and thick fingers holding her still. Positioning her where he wanted her. His rings added a similar sensation to his piercings, the mix of hot and cold working her up.

He hummed at her response, his hand tightening around her throat just slightly as he moved down to bite at her collarbone. A low growl rumbled in his chest, feeling the way her body trembled under him as he pressed a kiss over the racing pulse on her neck. Harry pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his own dark and intense as he spoke in a low, rough tone. "M’gonna mark you up, m’love. Every inch of your skin is gonna have my fingerprints, my bites, my kisses. You're gonna be my girl, and everyone's gonna fuckin’ know it."

“Yeah.” She hummed, grinning as his hand loosened slightly on her throat. As toxic as it may be, she ate up the possessive words, wanting to let him do that very thing.

Harry let out a low, pleased noise at her words, his hips rocking forward as he pressed against her heat. He kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth as he gripped her hip with one hand and reached down to undo his pants with the other. His poor cock needed to breath, aching with need as he finally got her exactly where he wanted her.

"How do you like to be touched, baby?" He whispered into her ear, before sucking on the lobe gently and nipping it, smirking to himself as he felt her shudder in his arms. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes shining. “Hm? I want t’know. Want t’make you the happiest fuckin’ girl. Can do anything y’want.”

“I…” She had trouble finding her words. This was not at all the sort of thing she’d anticipated coming over tonight, but she was loving every second of it. Harry… wanting her? It seemed like it was one of those dreams, one of those things that sounded nice in theory but would never happen- and yet here he was. Asking how she liked being touched because he wanted to be the one doing it. “I like when you held my throat… and when you bit me. And when you held my jaw.”

Harry's lips quirked into a half grin and he nodded. He pulled back to look at her, his thumb tracing over her jaw where he had just held it so gently. He leaned down and bit the skin there lightly, feeling her shiver under him. Her reaction was immediate and visceral. The moment his teeth sank into her jaw, she let out a soft, needy whine, her eyes fluttering closed as her body relaxed into his grip. Her leg tightened around his waist, her free hand reaching up to gently touch the spot where he'd bitten her.

Her whole body seemed to melt against him, her back arching as she pressed herself closer, seeking more of that delicious pain. A soft, high-pitched noise escaped her lips, somewhere between a whimper and a sigh, as she tilted her head to the side, offering him better access to her neck as she felt his nose drag down the side of it.

She was completely lost in the sensation, her mind going blank as all her focus shifted to the feeling of his teeth on her skin. Her fingers curled into his shirt, her nails digging in slightly as she held on for dear life, her other hand still resting on the spot he'd bitten, gently massaging it. “That feels so good.” She exhaled, the feelings washing over her. “I love how you touch me, H.”

Harry smiled against her skin, his teeth grazing over her jaw as he spoke. "I love touching you too, sweetheart. You're so fuckin’ responsive, for me.” He kissed the spot he'd bitten, soothing it with his lips before pulling back to look at her again.

His bulge rocked between her thighs, his hand moving to cup her face. She could feel his want for her, his affection. Harry hadn’t been joking in the slightest that he wanted to be hers, and that was something she hadn’t experienced before.

"You still haven't let me make you mine, properly," Harry said, a hint of a pout on his lips. "I want all of you, Y/N." He moved himself against her again, the cock in his pants rubbing against her aching cunt. "Are y’gonna let me have you?"

“Y-Yeah.” She nodded, shy smile on her face. There was nothing she wanted more in the moment, actually. 

 “Don’t want you to regret it, though.” Harry murmured, face sobering. As much as he wanted her, he wanted to make sure this was what she truly wanted above anything else. “We don’t have to go too far if you don’t want to.” 

“I wanna.” Y/N hadn’t been fucked in a while, no, but she trusted him. Hell, he’d waxed near poetry about how he wanted to be hers and vice versa. There was no one night stand needed to get off. Harry could do it- and if the things she had heard were true, he could do it very well.  “Want you to fuck me.”

Harry's eyes widened at her confession, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment before he let go. "Well," he said, swallowing thickly. "I can certainly do that."

He was practically vibrating with excitement, his heart racing in his chest as he held her close. The thought of finally being able to claim her as his own, to be the one to make her feel good and cry out his name, was almost too much for him to handle. "I've wanted to be with you for so fuckin’ long." Harry murmured against her skin, his breath warm against her. "I've thought about you every night as I've fallen asleep, imagining what it would be like to finally have you, Y/N. You’ve got no idea"

“Then have me.” Y/N could hardly believe it, but she needed it just as badly now. Her body was hot and achy and her cunt was wet and felt so empty- Harry would fix it. He was the only one that could. “Touch wherever you want. I trust you.”

The declaration of trust meant more to him than she would probably ever realize. It gave him the confidence to go for it. Harry's hand immediately moved between her legs, rubbing her through the fabric of her pants. The man groaned as he felt how wet she was, his fingers tracing over her cunt as he breathed against her lips. "Oh, fuck, baby." he whispered in awe.

“Take them off.” her plea was a little whiny but it seemed to make him happy with how he smiled against her lips. “Please… I want to feel you touch me with nothing stopping it. Need it.”

Harry's smile was wicked as he reached for the waistband of her pants, quickly adjusting her so he could tug them down her legs along with her underwear. There was very little time to waste when it came to getting to have her. This had been his wet dream, his fantasy, and he wasn’t going to waste it. He sat back up and looked at her, his eyes roaming over her bare pussy before he knelt down in front of her with a husky groan.

“What?” She felt shy with him staring at her, the most vulnerable she had ever felt in front of him. The hunger in his eyes was visible and she knew he liked what he saw, but his quiet observation was unnerving. She watching the silver glint of his piercing glint as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, strong, ringed hands gently pressing her thighs open and black polished fingers digging into her skin.

“M’sorry, baby.” he crooned. “Don’t mean to stare, but…. I’ve been waiting so long. M’not even sure this is real.” Any bit of control was completely gone. He leaned forward, pressing his face against the plush of her lower tummy, inhaling her scent before he looked up at her with those starving eyes again. "Fuck, you smell so good. You’ve no idea." he murmured before placing a kiss to her mound. “Wanna eat you up.”

Where she found the nerve, she had no clue- but the moment she had it, she let it go. “Do it.”

Her words were the last thing he needed before he gave into her- happily. Harry's hands gripped her thighs greedily as he buried his mouth between her legs, indulging in what he’d been wanting to taste for ages. He lightly kissed over her clit and nuzzled her as her felt her jolt at the feeling, letting her settle into it for a moment before getting into it. The cool metal ball of his tongue piercing tapping over her clit had her shivering, a shaky gasp leaving her swollen lips as her eyes fell closed. 

It was overwhelming, to say the least. Harry's tongue felt hot and slick as it lathed over her pussy- the contrast in temperatures between him and her sensitive flesh making her squirm. He explored her, leaving nowhere untouched as she gripped the cushion next to her, taking full advantage of his permission to taste before he settled into a slow, gentle rhythm of lapping at her cunt. The man was good- almost too good.

She could feel herself sinking into the cushion beneath her as he ate her out, his tongue dipping into her pussy and licking at her entrance before swirling around her clit. His hands were gentle on her thighs, rings cool to the touch and fingertips digging into her skin as he pushed them open wider for him. He groaned against her, eyes peering up at her.The vibrations against her pussy sent tremors through her body.  “Look at me, baby. Let me see your pretty eyes.”

The view was something else completely. Looking down at him, she felt herself nearly lose it altogether. It didn’t seem fair to have someone look that good doing such a filthy act, but it only seemed to make perfect sense for him. Harry exuded sex, and his sensual nature had always made her a bit curious in the past- but this was other worldly. His nose rubbed against her clit, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh, hair a mess, as hazy, dark green peered up at her from where they were so comfortably buried between her legs. Like they were made to be there.

Her hands fell to his hair, back arching as his tongue brushed her entrance again, breathing hitched as he nuzzled into her cunt, not caring about any mess as he pressed his tongue into her, nose brushing her clit with every movement. “Oh, fuck.” Her voice was a choked mess as she looked down at him in shock, not at all expecting this out of him. She should have, she should have known he was a filthy fuck, but she’d apparently unleashed something in him.

His hair was a wild mess as she gripped it, pulling him closer as he devoured her. He made happy noises against her, moving up to momentarily suck on her clit before plunging his tongue back inside her. She could feel his scruff scratching against her inner thighs, a rough sensation that made her clench around his tongue. It was animalistic, desperate in a way she had never felt before.

Harry hadn’t felt this deprived in his life. He hadn’t liked a woman this much before either, hadn’t wanted her this badly. He needed some relief, especially with her rocking her damn cunt against his face. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he pulled his sweats down, tugging his embarrassingly hard cock out and started to stroke. His hips rocked in time with the rhythm of his tongue, hand moving faster as she arched her back, pulling him closer. He could feel her getting closer, body trembling beneath him.

“H…” she panted, gently tugging him away from her cunt. “Inside me. I want to cum with you inside me.”

Harry groaned, a whine slipping from his lips as he pulled himself away from her pussy, a string of saliva connecting his tongue to her entrance before breaking away.

“M’not done with that. You taste so fucking good.” He mumbled, leaning himself up. His hands were gentle as he adjusted her to make them both comfortable. “Gonna make it good for you, baby. I promise.”  Another time he would take his time, make love to her properly. Spend hours with her in a bed when they both had patience- but right now? He knew the both of them needed relief, and they needed it now. Taking a shaky breath, he positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, the head pressing against her soaked lips. He looked up at her, eyes wild as he pushed forward, the tip popping inside her. He let out a satisfied groan as he sunk himself in to the hilt, her tight pussy squeezing him the way he knew she would. 

She gasped, the way her walls closed in tighter on him as he sunk to the base was a small slice of heaven for him. He closed his eyes, riding out the pleasure of it for a moment. He could feel her body reacting in kind, legs trembling. “It’s okay, yeah? You’re okay?” He looked down at her, making sure she didn’t have any discomfort on her face. 

“I’m okay.” She sighed, gripping onto his forearm. “I’m so okay. I want it all. You can give it to me.” Lightly dragging her nails down his skin, she knew she could handle it. It’s how she liked it- how she wanted him to give it to her. Y/N wanted Harry exactly how he wanted to give it because she had full confidence he was going to give it to her good. 

“Alright, sweetheart. Jus’ hold on t’me then.” He pulled out barely, just the head remaining before thrusting himself back in, making her jolt under him. Deep- he was so deep, making her gasp as the pleasured fullness was felt to its extent. This was exactly what they needed. His hands grabbed her hips and he started moving in earnest, every thrust baring his need for her to cum around him. “Don’t have to hold back with me, sweet girl. Gonna make sure you feel good all night.”

She was a vision of beauty, legs spread wide as he fucked into her, the sound of their skin thudding together echoing through the room. Tears of pleasure slowly pooled in her waterline as he fucked her deep, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Slow, deep, passion. It was palpable. 

Not overly rough, no. Not at all. It was hot and heavy in the best possible way, making her eyes roll back. He wasn’t using her as a toy, but showing her how much he wanted her with his body. There was no mistaking it. Harry meant what he said. He wanted her, and he was speaking through his body. She heard him loud and fucking clear. Hopefully, he was listening back. 

The room was filled with the sounds of their sex, the slap of skin, the wet squelch of his cock sinking into her over and over. She was shaking, her nails digging into his biceps as he pounded into her, the force of his thrusts making the aged sofa squeak. If it was any other scenario, he’d be cautious- but he was finally getting the woman he had been dreaming of around his cock.

Her whole body was a trembling mess, her breasts bouncing with each thorough thrust. Her back arched off the couch as he hit that sweet spot inside her, her walls clamping down on him like a vice. She let out a mewl, a saccharine call of his name as the intense pleasure washed over her. “Harry- Harry if you keep going M’gonna cum.” It was a frantic warning. Her mind couldn’t figure out if it was too much or not, but she didn’t want it to stop.

He couldn't help himself, his thrusts became even more urgent as he felt her walls fluttering around him, signaling her impending orgasm. He grabbed her face, his thumb pressing against her lips, shushing her as he fucked into with a blissed out smile. "Shh, m’dream girl, let it happen. Cum on my cock. Been dreaming of you for ages.

Let me have it." 

She tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan of his name as her orgasm hit her. White hot pleasure hitting her blood as the tears left her waterline when her eyes squeezed shut, she dug her nails into him with a garbled whimper. Her body shook, her pussy fluttering around his cock as he continued to fuck her through it, prolonging her pleasure.

Harry leaned down, resting his forehead against hers as he felt his own climax building within him- especially with the feel of her nails digging into him and her own orgasm. "Fuck.. You're so fuckin’ perfect, so good, I'm gonna cum.." He whispered his final warning, groaning against her skin.

“Please.” Y/N whispered, dragging her nails up his arms and over his shoulders. “Give it to me. M’on the pill.” Her lips brushed his ear. “I want to feel it. You’ve been so nice to me tonight and I love it. Cum for me how you want. Anywhere you w-want.” 

Harry was a mass of frayed nerve endings as he neared his release. His entire body felt like it was buzzing, his heart beating fast against his chest. The build up of pleasure in his balls and the slick feeling of her pussy made him feel as if he was on cloud nine.

His muscles tensed, and a low groan rumbled in his chest. He was so close. He could feel his orgasm building, coiling in the base of his spine, ready to explode- but her sensual coos into his ear and fingers down arms had been the breaking point. "I'm gonna cum so fucking hard," he gritted out, his voice strained with effort. “M’cumming for you, baby. G-Gonna give it all t’you and make you m-mine.” His words stuttered as he felt it start. His vision started to blur and his breath hitched in his throat as he thrust into her one final time, holding himself deep inside her as his orgasm ripped through him. His vision went white, his mind going blank as he emptied himself into her, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum.

Catching his breath, he let himself sag into her as he felt her hand dragging up and down his back. Mutual comfort as she held him, helping him through his own orgasm as she wrapped a leg around him, making sure he felt steady as he checked in on her. His ears were sorta ringing in a good way, but he was chuffed. “Okay?” He cupped her cheek, stroking her heated skin. At her nod, he grinned widely. “Yeah? Okay- okay, good. Jus’, need to make sure you’re good. Hold on. Need t’make us more comfortable. I’ll clean up in a second.” 

Ever so carefully, Harry pulled out of her, his softening cock slipping from her sensitive pussy. He cooed at the slight hiss she let out, apologizing as he grabbed a few tissues clumsily from the coffee table and wiped her the best he could as gathered her close on his lap, cradling her in his arms as he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, anywhere he could reach without breaking the tender moment. “That’s my girl. Fuck… you’re everything I want.”

Y/N had pushed away her crush on him when they’d first met, especially when they started to become closer friends- but this had been beyond her expectations. Harry had given her the fuck of her life all while claiming his devotion to her- something no one else had done before. She was borderline giddy as his hands stroke her, the rushed sex leaving their tops on and a true nod to the frantic passion they’d felt once the kissing had started.

A giggle left her throat as she peeled her eyes open to look at his flushed face and swollen lips, his eyes burning with an emotion she couldn’t place as she ran her hands over his shoulders. “We probably look so silly.” Harry’s pants around his ankles and hers off completely, both with just a shirt on.

Harry chuckled softly, his breath ghosting along her cheek as he spoke, his voice low and raspy from the intensity of their just-past fucking. The way she was looking at him was almost better than her moans had been.

“Silly, hmm?” Harry’s eyes took on a mischievous edge as his fingers traced the curve of her waist. He sat up on the couch, dragging her with him so she was straddling his lap. His roommate be damned, he wasn’t too concerned about the mess on the couch right now.

“Mhm.” Her smile faded into a soft grin. “We were a little eager, huh?”

Eager was an understatement, but Harry loved how cute she looked in this moment. The way she was sitting on top of him, all breathless and relaxed—it made him want to do it all over again, if only to see that look on her face.

Harry’s hand wandered to the back of her neck, his thumb gently tracing circles against her skin as he spoke. “I am eager.” He sobered slightly. “I meant what I said. I want you. I promise I’d be the best person you’ve ever dated. I’ll worship you every day and make sure you know how much you mean to me.”

He leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips, his eyes still locked on hers. “I’ll make you laugh every day, be there for you through everything. And when it comes to the bedroom,” Harry paused, grinning slyly.

“Hush.” Y/N giggled, placing their lips back together for a longer kiss, slow and smooth as she pulled back. their lips made a soft clicking sound as she rubbed her nose against his. “So if you want to be my boyfriend…. does that mean you’ll give me free piercings?”

Harry let out a chuckle, his arms wrapping around her waist as he hugged her close. “Free piercings, exclusive attention, really bad jokes, and a love that’ll make your heart skip a beat. That’s the deal, love. But you have to promise me one thing in return.”

“Hm… what’s that?”

Harry would give her the world if she asked for it, probably, but he did have one stipulation. “No more waiting between commissions t’see you. You can set up here, or I can come see you after work. M’a little clingy, if you couldn’t tell. Deal?” “Deal.”

[chechedelic]

Well I’m sorry your best friend has lied to you about what they’ve done. I’m not pressed at all, it’s her and her friends that are getting pressed since she’s being exposed as the horrible person we’ve seen that she is. You mentioned you’ve known her for almost a year, great, but the bullying of authors took place early last year when she had a Gc of writers gang up on another for simply venting and ranting to her, told them the author was trauma dumping. As well as last August/September when her group attacked the three others resulting in all three authors leaving their platforms and one harmed themselves from the publicly done bullying across private and public x accounts. If you’ve been shown screenshots by her, hate to tell you but she’s not showing you the full truth.

Most importantly Heartateasee has never once apologized to these authors, we don’t even know if these authors still use their accounts or if Heartateasee fully ran them off. All she has done is deny she made anyone harm themselves when plenty saw the proof she did, she’s continuously accused one of the authors she’s targeted as being behind exposing her. Meanwhile there’s been people who choose to stay anonymous due to the level of disgusting behavior we’ve seen in screenshots but there’s also multiple accounts that have been brave enough to comment or reblog her posts instead to speak on how they feel about this. There’s not one thing pointing to any of the victims participating in this, two victims even came out to another tumblr blog to confirm what was being said. Specifically the one who harmed themselves came out to clear their name of Heartateasee’s accusations once they were made aware Heartateasee still is targeting them. Both made it very clear they are not on socials related to the writing community anymore due to Heartateasee.

Heartateasee has said she’s only had issues with one author on X but screenshots of everything paint the picture that it was a group of two authors and then a group of three authors that she bullied. That’s five people in total harmed by this author. That is what we have an issue with. The lies to try and spin this her way are disgusting. She hasn’t apologized or taken any kind of accountability, she instead turns off comments and reblogs preventing people from showing her that it’s multiple people who agree on this issue. Exposing her isn’t harming the victims cause none are even on here to see it. And that’s on Heartateasee because without her those people would probably still be enjoying their hobby of writing.

I stay anonymous because I saw first hand the threat that was sent to Harrysbesti3 for having the screenshots posted. I’m not going to subject myself to any targeted attack by these people so yes I shall remain anonymous for my own safety.

Whether or not they are on socials makes no difference. you are still bringing it up. I don’t know how to make this more clear- BOTH PARTIES HAVE SAID THEY WISH TO BE LEFT ALONE

“I’m not pressed at all” *continues to watch her likes and repost numbers to anonymously message everyone who interacts with her.*

I do wish you’d stop the false claims that she hasn’t apologized, because she has. 2 of them have even said as much.

And here we are 6 months later wanting to see proof to clear up names and y’all still can’t give it. You can stay anonymous. that’s fine. But where is Leigh’s safety concern?? Because she was NOT the one to post that threat. Where is everyone else’s safety that is getting harassed because of your little army of anons? And you don’t know if they see it??? You don’t have their socials?? Then why are you fighting their battles for them??

Leigh has stated multiple times that she is sorry for the way the things happened. she HAS taken accountability for it.

I find it funny that you guys have now been causing Leigh harm longer than the said bullying and harassment of authors XYZ. What you are all doing is bullying and harassment in and of itself. And the anon posts need to stop, now and immediately.

I am letting you know that I have tracked your IP addresses and any and all attempts to remain anonymous are futile.

[heartateasee]

Hey anon! I’m sure you going to see this. I practically have explained literally everything you’ve put into this message into a post I made back at the end of August that I’ve linked below. And one thing you’re NOT going to do is call me a liar - especially to my friends.

It’s interesting to me how you continue to keep changing your story and narrative when you see you’re not getting the attention you want. Receipts were previously posted for the other side of this situation from another blog, but were taken down. I actually reached out to that blog because once taken down, anonymous messages were being sent out saying I threatened them to do so. That blog told me they never received anything threatening. I actually talked to the blog that posted the receipts from even BEFORE the receipts were posted, and I was nothing but kind and understanding. I WANTED the receipts to be posted because then everything would be out and people could make their own decisions. However, the receipts that were posted were messages explaining the situation from one author to another friend of ours that was in our GC that disbanded (I know they’re the same messages because I had seen them before from my friend). The messages cut off at one point because it was claimed ‘the conversation became personal’ but that was not the case. Our friend called her out for the claims she was putting against us because she knew they weren’t true. And then what followed that explanation were out of order tweets and over half of the tweets posted weren’t even mine. So I’m sorry your receipts didn’t get the attention you wanted, but I never once wanted them gone and I have messages between myself and the blog that posted them that prove that (I’d be happy to post those with their permission).

You continue to keep finding other ways to try and make me look like a bad person by saying I’m threatening anyone through anonymous messages that talks about coming forward with receipts again, and that’s just not the truth. The ‘threats’ that are being sent (which I’ve only seen one on a random blog) are just that as you say ‘ANONYMOUS’. So how is not harassment and false claims for you to say I’m threatening people when those messages cannot be linked back to me in any way? I don’t send anonymous messages. I never have. Not on here and not on any other platform. PLEASE post those receipts again. I’m literally begging you to because I am SOOOO sick of this.

The two authors you claim I bullied early last year (it was June of last year) are the ones I address in my post and say that I apologized to. It was KNOWN that my friends and I apologized to them and became friends with them again because you’ll see in the messages I’ve posted, that made the sender of those messages angry. I can easily reach out to both of them to make a statement if it’s needed, and if you claim that those aren’t the authors you’re talking about, then you would just be lying at that point.

The claim about the other three authors towards the end of this anon message can be explained below:

I’ve never denied the claims that an author relapsed because how could ANY of us know that she didn’t actually do that? However, from the beginning, my stance has been that she was the one who brought it public, we defended ourselves against her and then she decided to say that I was responsible for it. During that time, she never once said ‘you’re pushing me to my limit’ or ‘you’re putting me on the brink of a relapse’. If she had, we would’ve left her alone, but we only continued to respond to tweets she was consistently making about US. I warned her several times that I would post receipts of the messages she sent me one morning if she didn’t stop, because then people would be able to see for themselves (and not just my friends and I’s word against hers) how she was speaking about not only me, but also others in the writing community.

Once those screenshots were posted (mind you, like I said above, I warned her several times that if she stopped I wouldn’t!), that’s when she came at me from her personal Twitter and said for me to ‘leave her alone’, that I had ‘done enough’ and that I had ‘caused her to relapse’. After those tweets were posted, we all ended up blocking that account as well and we left her alone because that’s not what any of us wanted as a result of defending ourselves. But then, the next day, she was back on Twitter saying she was going to layout the entire timeline of events that happened between her, two other authors and then my friends. And we let her do that, and we said nothing.

One of those of those three authors went off socials immediately when things were made public. One of those authors (the one who claims I made her relapse) continued to write until it looks like sometime into November/December of last year (after all of this had blown over) and then randomly her story was taken down one day. Her Twitter was not deactivated until earlier this year. The third author is still actively writing on WP and is still on Twitter! So how about you look into these things before saying we ran people off because that’s not the case. Other than the author who was openly and publicly tweeting about us, we never posted the names of the other two authors. The one author did that herself when trying to paint the narrative she wanted against us. We never tweeted at those other authors, nothing, and that’s because we just wanted to put everything behind us. We left them alone after she spoke on behalf for all three of them in those messages she sent me in the post I’ve linked.

I did apologize and say I regretted the way things went down last year, but that I did not regret defending my friends and I. I regret the pettiness of it it all and how it had to be handled so publicly.

Also notice how I’ve never once posted usernames of who I’m referencing, never put their names? I’ve redacted all names and usernames so that no one will get any messages regarding this because there’s no point in that happening, and I don’t want that happening. So you keep saying certain ‘victims’ are upset that I keep bringing them up, but do you notice that, unless those seeing these were actually around when the tweeting back and forth was happening, nobody knows who they are! But you sure as hell are making sure that everyone knows who I am, and are leaving me open to harassment, aren’t you?

My comments are not turned off - I have them set a specific way to save myself from the harassment I was receiving. My reblogs are very much on and I’m allowed to keep my anon messages off because that’s my choice. I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on not being able to spew hatred at me anonymously from behind a screen.

So I guess yes, I am addressing this again, because you keep continuing to change your story, so now I have other claims that I have to defend myself against. Between myself, and my other two friends, I have receipts that will disprove most of what you’re saying here.

Please, I beg of you, post those receipts you had, you can direct whoever you want to that post, and move on. Turn off comments, turn off anon messages and messages in general so you can’t receive any ‘threats’ since that’s your whole excuse for them not being posted again. However if you were to receive ‘threats’ they would NOT be from me, or my friends, because there’s no point in us doing that.

From there, it’s not up to you to keep messaging people when both sides are posted and people can choose for themselves. You keep sending vague anon messages in the hopes people will just blindly support those claims and turn against me, especially given the layers to this situation. It’s funny how you’ve been saying people are blindly supporting me when I’ve been more than open about this whole thing since the beginning and said my DMs were open to anyone who wished to discuss and that remains true even now. I have nothing to hide. NOTHING.

I hope you find whatever you’re looking for by continuing to try to cancel me somewhere else because, unfortunately, you’re not going to find it here.

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‘til forever

chapter one - 3.3k

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I used to judged my therapists, based on how their offices were decorated. Plants and warm tones meant they were safe and understanding. Clean lines and modern furniture meant they were there for just a paycheck. Obviously, this wasn't a set in stone fact, but the concept and idea worked in my mind. It worked as a way to avoid therapy for months - until I walked into Jackie's office. Rugs and pleasing mixed patterns, scattered green plants and mix matched thrifted furniture. Her office screamed care and compassion, so I couldn't walk away any longer. I no longer had a valid excuse other than I was scared to deal with everything. I was scared to deal with the fact, Louis was dead.

"You know, if I close my eyes, that night plays back in my memory like a nightmare I can't escape. I remember the look on Niall's face when he came to our house to let me know what had happened. He didn't even have to say anything for me to know something was wrong. His eyes" I paused, swallowing, inhaling sharply, "His eyes were blank, as if no words or emotion could describe what he was feeling at the moment - like there wasn't a feeling known to us that could describe the ache he was carrying in his heart."

"Are you still close with, Niall?" Jackie asked, sipping tea from a giant orange mug, definitely meant for noodles and not tea.

"Yes. He's the only one of our friends I still talk to." I said, fiddling with the hole on my jeans, the threads barely hanging on. These light washed pair of jeans were as old as my relationship with Louis had been and carried the same amount of wear and tear that our relationship had developed over its four year time span.

"Did you two heal together then?" She asked, and I nodded, palms running down the tops of my thighs.

"In a way...we used to talk about it, a lot. But, neither of us dealt with it professionally. I think we held on to the idea that - as long as we talked about what happened over and over, it would eventually not hurt. Or be easy to process. But, obviously I'm here so," I shrugged, licking my lips, cracking a small smile to break any awkwardness I seemed to always create.

"Well I'm glad you came here. I think loss always hurts, we just get it to a place that's bearable." She smiled as a small beep was heard, signifying our hour was up, "Same time next week?"

I pressed my lips tightly, nodding, "Yeah,"

"See you then Bentley." She smiled as we both stood, walking out of her small office. 

In the waiting room was Niall, his brows furrowed as he worked through the next puzzle in his crossword puzzle book, glasses barely hanging onto the bridge of his nose. His eyes flickered up momentarily, his face softening the instant we locked eyes.

"Ben, all done talking about your feelings?" He teased, pushing his glasses on the top of his head. Niall hated the idea of therapy, and speaking to a person who, in his own words, just wrote down your feelings to paraphrase them back to you and pretend they are giving meaning to them. I wouldn't say I completely disagreed with him, but sometimes, that's what I thought a human needed. Someone to sort out their feelings and explain it right back to them.

Though, I wasn't really sure anyone could explain my feelings back to me. I wasn't exactly sure how someone could bring any justification to the fact that Louis wasn't here anymore. How could anyone truly make me understand the reason why he couldn't walk home safely. Understand why someone would pull a gun on him, and shoot him. Once in the chest, and twice in the head.

All I understood was, the man who murdered him wanted to make sure he was successful. 

It had only been six months since that night in November, our final phone call playing constantly in my head.

-

Thanksgiving Night

"Baby, there aren't any fresh cranberries left. But I promise, I can make the canned one taste just as great," Louis puffed over the phone, the hustle of the store could be heard in the background.

"Louis, this is why I asked you to get them earlier this week. Canned doesn't taste the same. It's never going to fool anyone," I said, basting the turkey one final time before closing the oven.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. You're right, B. I should have gone when you asked. Look, I'll try that overpriced shop on the corner before the house, okay? If not, I swear, no one will know the difference." He cooed over the phone, trying to soften me up, and of course it worked.

I took a deep breath, realizing I was being too much, on the day I should be most thankful for what I have, "No baby. You know what, just come home-"

"-No, B, I screwed up. I'm going to make it better. That's what I do, remember?" He said, and I could hear his smile through the phone, soon reflecting on my face as well.

"You do make everything better, sweet boy. Okay. Um, call Niall while you're at it? He's almost here and maybe you two can meet up. I know he was walking over with two casserole trays and I love him but-.."

"..-he's the clumsiest ever?" Louis chuckled, making me laugh.

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll be there soon. I love you, B."

"I love you too, sweet boy."

Niall never met up with him. He heard it all happen over the phone. By the time he found him, Louis was already dead.

-

"So you still want to grab an early dinner?" Niall said, his arm moving around my shoulders, crossword book stuck under his arm, pencil behind his ear. He looked so sharp, pressed shirt, soft sweater over it. I loved how he always smelled so clean, a twinge of apricot always seemed to mix into the smell of fresh sheets on his skin.

"Ummm, as long as it's Rizzo's, then yes. I'm in need of a giant pastrami sammy." I smiled up at him, as always, counting the dark flecks of blue that filled his crystal seas.

"Ben wants pastrami, Ben gets pastrami. Come on then," he smiled, leading me out of the office.

Niall had been Louis's best friend since middle school when Louis moved to the states from London. They hated each other on Louis's first day and by the second day they were inseparable. In my mind, that's why he stuck around, never letting me push him away like I had with Mitch, Pauli and everyone else. In my mind, he stuck around because he felt like he owed it to Louis.

He was my best friend now. The reality of it being, he was my only friend. When I isolated myself from everyone, he waited outside my bubble until he realized he needed to pop it and save me from myself. 

My mother had other ideas, constantly alluding to the idea that Niall and I were meant to be together. That the universe knew we needed each other, bonding us for life.

Personally I hated when she made that statement, making me constantly feel like Louis had died for a reason. That reason being Niall and I being together. It was disgusting and made my heart ache in ways I couldn't even describe.

As we entered Rizzo's, I pushed free of Niall gently, walking over to the picture of Louis on the wall from when he won their Massive Sub Eating challenge, kissing my fingers and pressing them against his framed face. He looked handsome as ever, straight hairs on his forehead, facial hair adorned with mustard or marinara, I couldn't remember anymore.

"Miss you babe." I whispered, turning to face the kitchen as loud banging could be heard from the back. A couple dishes could be seen flying up through the order window.

"Holy anchovies, what did I do now!" I heard Linda exclaim from the other side, Niall and I looking at each other and snickering. Linda was the owner of Rizzo's, inherited from and named after her grandfather, Rizzo Manger.

"You alright back there Linds?" I called out as I approached the breakfast bar.

"Is that my Benny girl! Did you bring the leprechaun with you? Clearly I need some luck on my side." She said, her face finally popping up in the order window. Her voice always sounded like she had smoked one pack too many, though she never had a day in her life.

"You know, most Irish people would have sued you for discrimination or something of the sort for that kind of name calling!" Niall teased, Linda shrugging.

"Thankfully you love my subs way too much to even think about that, right?" She chuckled, making Niall roll his eyes as we took our usual seats at the breakfast bar. My eyes looked down at the carving of our initials, 

"L + B + N = 2KFS"

I traced over it with my fingers laughing a bit. Niall looked over, leaning in close to me, "Too cool for school-we were such idiots." He laughed a bit, his finger moving to trace over the end my finger wasn't until they met in the middle. His face so close to mine, I could smell his aftershave even stronger than before.

"New shampoo?" He said, moving back to his seat, looking over the menu as if he didn't already know what he was going to order.

"Huh?" I said, leaning on my hand and raising an eyebrow.

"Your hair smells different today." He muttered, glancing over slightly. Before I could answer, Linda walked over to us, order pad in hand.

"What can I get you two?" She says, already writing our order down without us even answering.

"Steak, rare, with lots of carrots on the side," I tease, Niall joining in shortly after.

"I'll take a burger, just the lettuce and tomato please."

"You both think you're great comedians don't you? One pastrami sam, one mari sub, and two large cokes coming right up." She winked before walking away.

"So, Mitch got a new girlfriend." Niall said, turning in his stool to face me completely.

"Oh, that's nice," I smiled a bit, moving my gaze back down to my phone. I clicked the home screen showing no missed notifications, Niall being the only person who ever sent me anything.

"He asked if we wanted to meet up with them, Chase and Pauli. Get some beers and play pool tonight," I turned to face him, his baby blues filled with so much hope.

"Mmm, I have to organize my pantry. Tomorrow is grocery day, so I have to make sure of what I need and that there is room for new things." I said, pushing hair behind my ear.

"Ben...your pantry?" He said, his face filled with disbelief at my excuse.

"Niall, just...no, okay? You go. Don't push your friends away for me. Go hang out with them, come back and tell me all about Mitch's girl." I smiled, trying to reassure him as much as I possibly could.

"They are your friends too, you know?" He said gently, knowing it was a touchy subject for me.

"Niall. Please." I swallowed, looking back down at my phone, unlocking it and aimlessly scrolling on social media.

"I'm just saying Ben, it's been six months. They gave you the space you obviously needed, but...you need friends Bentley. And they miss you."

"I have friends. I have you. And Linda. And Pug. Pug is the best listener too." I said, pulling out a photo of my corgi making Niall have to attempt to hold back his smile.

"You are...," shaking his head while rolling his eyes, he reached over, pulling me tightly against him. He pressed his lips into the top of my head, making me relax into him.

I couldn't begin to explain how grateful I was for Niall. The way he had stepped up these past six months for me, was everything. We were bonded in this traumatic experience and no matter how hard I tried, he never allowed me to push him away.

During that first week, he wouldn't leave me alone. He was over everyday, even if I didn't want him here. Using the spare key Louis gave him, he would march in, make sure I was fed, bathed and resting. If I asked to be alone, he would leave me in my bedroom while he remained in the living room. He kept my home tidy, stocking it with everything I may need.

Eventually I joined him in the living room. Eventually we talked about Louis. Eventually he made me laugh again. It was like he was finding ways to streamline my pain into other things, reminding me that I had to continue to live.

Because it was what Louis would have wanted.

He couldn't make me hang out with our old friends, that was the only thing he failed at. It wasn't that I didn't miss them; it was simply that I didn't want to have to speak about Louis. I didn't want to rehash emotions with each one of them individually. I had that with Niall, that's all I needed and all I could handle. Maybe it was selfish of me, maybe it made me lack compassion; but it was all I could handle right now.

Linda brought us our food, each of us digging in, and I was grateful when Niall didn't bring it up again. Instead, we talked about Harry Potter. It was the first time he was watching the series, having just sat down with me through the first and second. I explained to him the differences between the book and the movie, small pouts when he wished that they would have kept certain things in. We argued about him being a Gryffindor, me emphasizing that he was too much of a Golden Retriever to be a Gryffindor. He glared at me, throwing chips at me making me cackle.

"You are clearly a Hufflepuff and that's okay. Personally I think they are the underrated house at Hogwarts." I shrugged, dusting away the chip crumbs.

"So you think I'm underrated? That my amazingness isn't valued at its true potential?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making me reach over and shove him.

"Niall James, be quiet." I laughed, his hand catching my arm and pulling me just a bit closer to him.

"Facts are facts, Bentley Rose and I know you only speak truths." He titled his head slightly, his smile big, then soft as he took in my face.

I wasn't an idiot. I was aware of the certain heat that rose between the two of us at times. The sparks that searched for enough friction to try and burst into flames. I was also aware it was all bonded through trauma. Which wasn't healthy. Which wasn't what I wanted nor needed.

Above all, I couldn't handle loving after Louis, another reason I pushed everyone out.

I cleared my throat pulling back, "We should go so you're not late. You're going tonight and I don't want any excuses!" I said pointing my finger at him, making him laugh.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he rolled his eyes. We finished, paying the check and walking outside to the warm summer air, my eyes closing at the pleasant feel of it.

"So you are absolutely sure?" He asked, grabbing my waist gently, pulling me slightly towards him.

"I just don't want to deal with all the, 'How are you really doing?' and hearing how much people miss Louis. I know it's selfish...I just..."

"I get it, Ben, you're fine," he pulled me closer, our hips pressing together, "You have your mace? Taser?"

"Check and check, location is on, and I will text you when I get home," I smiled, my hand pushing back his thick mousy brown hair.

"Okay, you know I care for ya?"

"I know, I care for you too," I smiled, kissing his cheek, before pushing away from him softly, "Have fun, be safe...get laid?" I giggled, shrugging my shoulders as I backed away, turning around and heading home.

Walking down the familiar path, I reached into my purse, pulling out my keys and placing one between my fingers. I hated that my mind was always set to the defense, but after Louis being murdered the way he was, I wasn't taking my chances. I never wore headphones, I paid attention to the footsteps that surrounded my own, their pace, their distance.

And that's why I was in therapy.

I moved down the street, like clockwork, my heart started beating faster as I approached the block before the expensive store on the corner. I stopped, normally turning right on Baker St. and taking the long way around to get home. It was so unnecessary, but I couldn't get past the idea of picturing how it happened. It had been described to me from so many different angles during the investigation, I couldn't help but feel like I would enter a movie scene I couldn't escape if I walked past the store.

And that's why I was in therapy.

I chewed on my lower lip, looking down the street, my feet moving forward before I realized what I had just decided. Before I realized that for some reason, I felt brave tonight, moving closer and closer to the shop. I stopped at the window, the shop name etched into the glass in a beautiful gold.

"Posh Finery"

Taking a deep breath, I moved inside quickly, heading to the little cafe in the corner. I pinched my lip as I looked over the pastries for sale. They had some prepackaged and ready to go, while others were meant to be picked out from behind the glass display. I spotted the last chocolate croissant, pairing it with an iced matcha seemed like the perfect way to end my night. I moved to reach for the chocolate croissant, a tattooed hand reaching at the same time. I jumped back slightly, bringing my hand quickly to my chest.

"Sorry, sorry. You can have it," I pressed my lips tight into a smile.

"No drama, kid. Take it," I heard the tattooed hand say before my eyes traveled up to take in the rest of him. I felt my eyes widen, not in shock from his appearance, olive skin, long hair, piercing green eyes that sat under furrowed brows; but by his use of a phrase I had only ever heard come from Louis' mouth.

"Excuse me? What did you say?" I stood straight, taking in his eyes as he raised a small eyebrow and chuckled a bit.

"It's means no worr-..."

"...-no I know what it means, I've just...sorry. I um, I only ever head one person use that phrase and it caught me off guard," I exhaled, my cheeks burning as I quickly grabbed a bear claw, "You can have the croissant. These are just as good anyways." I smiled, walking past him to the cashier.

"Thanks," he called out, and I turned over my shoulder nodding a bit. I ordered my matcha, handing them the bear claw to be heated up. After paying I walked over and sat at a table, waiting for my drink, watching the man pay for the croissant. He glanced over at me, holding it up and giving me a small nod before making his way out the door.

As he moved past, I couldn't help but envision Louis walking out in the same manner. Fresh cranberries in hand, making the quick turn before heading up to our home. I swallowed, shaking the thought from my head. 

It never happened. He never even made it in the store.

[hsdiaries]

‘til forever— HS AU

Bentley Rose. 27. Post Production Assistant. Louis' ex-Fiance.

Harry Styles. 28. Auto Repair Shop Owner. Mitch's boss.

Niall Horan. 28. Publishing. Bentley's Best Friend.

Marlee Jade. 27. Digital Marketing. Harry's Best Friend.

and finally, Louis, our neighborhood friendly ghost.

Other significant characters include Sarah Jones, Mitch Rowland, Chase Strand, and Pauli Love.

Important music notes;

Dear Patience is Bentley's song.

No Judgement is Bentley and Niall's song.

Small Talk is Bentley and Harry's song.

I hope you enjoy.

- Christy

@haylorflorals on Twitter!

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JUST FRIENDS

You and Harry, your best friend, take your friendship to a different place after you become the star of his dirty dream.

Mature Content: dirty talk, foreplay, praise & size kink (if you squint). Nothing too crazy. Pretty light and fluffy. For an 18+ audience only.

Word Count: 5k

Thank you to the anon who requested this! I hope you enjoy :)

You don’t care what other people say. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with or weird about being spooned by your boy best friend.

No matter how many times you and Harry have tried to persuade those close to you otherwise, they’re all still convinced that how cuddly and touchy you are with one another means you’re a couple keeping their relationship under wraps. That just because you occasionally sit on his lap on nights out, hold onto his arm or cling onto his hand in crowds, and end up snuggled against his side after he’s thrown his arm over your shoulder just because he can and he wants to and he knows you like it, you’re secretly dating. But that just isn’t, and never will be, the case. 

The dynamic you and Harry have is clearly something not everyone understands, because you’re simply just platonic soulmates after forming a best friend relationship years ago. You’re a naturally affectionate person. He’s a naturally affectionate person. Naturally, you’re going to be affectionate with each other. 

You wouldn’t ordinarily give any of this a second thought, but you’re a little hungover from last night's pub crawl celebrating Harry’s birthday and the pretty severe interrogation over your relationship with him is playing on your emotionally sensitive mind. Of course your friends weren’t being malicious when they pressed about the ‘real reason’ for how physically expressive you both are, which happened a lot only several hours ago given how adorably clingy Harry is when he’s drunk—something he very much was, being the birthday boy and all—but it was still frustrating. 

Harry agreed so too, expressing his own annoyance by loudly telling everyone out for his big day to shut the fuck up. But they didn’t, so you both left, his hand grabbing yours to pull you out of the pub and back to his place where he’d go on to spoon you to sleep.

While they didn’t know the destination–but rather correctly assumed–your friends still hooted and hollered, whistled and whooped, clapped and cheered as the pair of you staggered away together. A few of them even sent joking texts about it that made you roll your eyes after reading each one out loud in the back of the taxi Harry hailed. 

You imagine there’ll be a few more to read, but you’d have to pull yourself away from the strong, tattooed arms wrapped tightly around you–one through the gap between your neck and the pillow your head rests on, the other slung over your waist–and that’s just something you can’t quite bring yourself to do yet. You’re much too comfortable all cosied-up against your best friend. Much too happy, too. Hangovers don’t feel so bad with Harry around. Nothing does. 

You only woke up a few minutes ago, his soft snoring in your ear your alarm clock. You smiled at the sound, which was as adorable as the way he unconsciously snuggled into you closer, like you aren’t close enough. Which simply isn’t true considering you can feel his sleepy heartbeat against your back, your legs are tangled with his long ones and oh my god… is he hard? 

A slight wriggle of your hips confirms that yes, he is. Very much so, the bulge in his boxer briefs solid and pressed right up against your shorts-covered ass—though they aren’t covering much. 

Immediate guilt washes through you over your invasive investigation, the urge to finally get out of bed strong. You’re not uncomfortable that he’s rocking morning wood—it’s a totally natural, normal thing—but he might be if he wakes to find himself still excited, and you still so close by. 

So with that, you start to slowly, carefully move by untwining your limbs from his, not wanting to disturb his slumber and more than happy to pretend this didn’t happen. You can keep your mouth shut. Harry will never know.

But you don’t get far at all, your escape prevented by arms locking you in, pulling you back against a muscled bare chest. A face sporting faint scruff nuzzling against the nape of your neck and a pair of soft lips lightly kissing it. A rigid length digging into your ass once more, firmer this time, given the gently grinding of hips conducted by a still-sleeping Harry.

You’re now completely frozen in place. Totally stunned. Absolutely turned on, your whole body tingling and suddenly desperate for sex. For sex with your best friend, a brand new desire. One you never in a million years expected to have. 

And then Harry groans, the sound gravelly and gorgeous and enough to drive any woman insane. You’re no exception apparently, your belly now alive with butterflies and hazy mind growing that little bit hazier. 

Several long minutes tick by and Harry’s movements grow a little faster, a little more feral, with every passing one. Heat courses from your dizzy head to your curling toes, your thighs squeezed together to suppress the almost painful throb between them.

It’s not until a whine leaves your mouth, your hand clamping over it in a silly, no-good attempt to swallow the sound back down, that you realise this is all so wrong. You’re feeling feelings that shouldn’t be felt, at least not for your best friend. 

You should stop him. You need to stop him. You have to nudge him awake. Lightly hit or kick him if a nudge doesn’t work, because he wouldn’t do this while conscious. Harry is simply dreaming something dirty, and you’re simply a warm body conveniently nearby that his raunchy mind is seeking pleasure from in the depths of REM. 

But you don’t get a chance to stop him, because he stops himself. Nudging him, lightly smacking or kicking him awake isn’t necessary either, because he is; two words merged into one spoken in a raspy voice letting you know so. Turning you on some more, too. If that’s even possible. 

“G’morning.”

Your gulp is audible, though not as loud as your pounding heart. “Hi.”

He squeezes his arms around you a little tighter like he’s scared you’ll leave, the sight of his flexed biceps ensuring you never will, given how delicious they look in this new, non-platonic lens you’re now seeing him through, and lets out a soft, happy-sounding sigh followed by a loud, adorable yawn. You close your eyes and pray for mercy. You need it. This is torture. 

“What time s’it?”

The fact he’s acting and talking as though he wasn’t just dry humping you makes your stomach drop, a part of you hoping he knew what he was doing and was awake the whole time. That he wanted to, and would, keep going. 

But feeling that way, wanting that, is definitely wrong of you. Something you’d both regret. You’re just worked up, which is technically Harry’s fault, but he couldn’t help it. He was asleep. 

God, you’re confused. So, so confused. 

“I’m not sure.” His room is bathed in hues of rouge, violet, and amber; the telltale signs of a winter sunrise. You swallow hard again, trying to ignore the way your body yearns for him. The way he’s got you so perfectly moulded against his own. “Seven o’clock? Maybe eight?”

“Perfect.” There’s a purring-like cadence to his tone, goosebumps skittering across your skin in response. “We can catch some more shuteye and keep spooning for another hour or two if you fancy? Unless you have other plans?”

Before you can stop yourself, you’re shaking your head. “No, nowhere at all.” It’s the truth, however it shouldn’t be. You should leave, make an excuse. Any excuse. But you can’t. You don’t want to. You want this. Want him, in whatever capacity that may be. “I’m good to stay for a bit.”

“Atta girl.”

That phrase paired with a wriggle, hiss and then a shy-sounding laugh from Harry sends your spiralling mind spiralling some more. “Oh fuck—shit. Sorry, babe.” He’s finally realised he’s hard, as embarrassed by it as you imagined he would be. Thank God he doesn’t know about the grinding, he may never recover. “Lemme move–”

“Don’t.”

It isn’t just Harry that stops moving now, but time. The whole fucking world. Everything is frozen aside from the frantic way your chest heaves. His, too.

Silence swallows you both up, a thicker blanket of it than the literal one you’re tucked under. The longer it goes on, the hotter with humiliation you become. The redder your face grows, though you’re thankful Harry can’t see that. 

You shouldn’t have said what you said and now you can’t say anything at all, rendered speechless. Feeling stupid. So, so stupid.

“I dreamt of you,” Harry murmurs, shattering the silent spell, taking down with it every negative emotion and effect you were just experiencing. 

The revelation sends your mind through a loop, but not enough that you can’t ask “When?” because that’s really important for you to know. Not ‘what’ or ‘why’. A timeline of events needs to be established, even though a part of you already has an inclination, and another part of you is praying with all your might that you’re right.

“How long has it been since I woke up?”

You rack your fuzzy brain. “Five minutes?”

“Then ten minutes ago.”

Shit. He was dreaming of you and it made him hard. Made him grind. Made him pull you back for more when you tried to pull away. Innocently on both ends, of course. Well, as innocent as dirty dreams can be. 

Harry might not have been aware he was doing all of that, but he is aware of his sleepy thoughts and was brave enough to admit them out loud to the person who starred in them. Aware of the hard-on they gave him, that you gave him, even if that realisation was a little delayed. 

You’re both treading precarious waters right now, waters you’ve never explored before being just friends and all. The love you’ve had for one another has simply been platonic this whole time, and it still is that. For the most part. You think.

There’s only one way to find out, and it’s only fair that Harry finds something else out, too. The truth.

So after sucking in a deep breath for some much needed bravery, you give him it, hoping he catches your drift. “You were, um, moving around a bit in your sleep. Against me.”

“I was?” You nod slowly, eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy upon hearing that shy, breathy laugh from him again. He got it, and he’s okay. You hope. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I guess I was… never mind.”

“Tell me.” Your response is so fast, you’ve surprised yourself. Harry too, given the way he gulps.

A pregnant pause, nothing but your unsteady breaths and thrumming heartbeats filling the silence before it’s broken again by the husky voice that, as of this morning, makes you utterly weak. “I guess I was trying to make my dream a reality.”

“Then do it.” Another zero hesitation response for you, because you want this, want him, though that doesn’t feel like a strong enough word. Neither does need. The way you feel now is on a whole new level you’ve never experienced before and likely never will again. There’s no time for doubt anymore. You’re incapable of it. Not when this feels so right. 

You can tell Harry feels the same way without him even having to say so. Actions speak louder than words, and his, in the form of tugging you closer to his chest, how much harder his cock is and how it twitches and throbs against your ass felt through the two thin barriers of his underwear and your shorts, the ragged breaths puffed out of his pretty mouth fanning across your neck, are screaming that he wants, needs—whatever the word is—this and you, too. That he isn’t experiencing doubt. That he feels how right this is as much as you do. 

And while his desperation and desire is tangible and as strong as yours, he’s still a gentleman to his core. An angel on earth through and through, shown in the way he cautiously whispers, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you say and nod, taking a second to catch your breath and collect your thoughts before adding, “We can worry about the after, after. Though I don’t think we’ll have anything to worry about. We love each other. We’re good. Solid. Nothing can break us apart. Hell, this might make us even closer.”

A laugh from Harry; your favourite sound in the world now closely followed by the way he groans when experiencing pleasure. You’ll never forget that for as long as you live. “Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?”

“A little of both, I think.” You shrug, smiling softly. “Are you in need of more convincing?”

“No,” Harry murmurs, hand on your sternum venturing down to your stomach. “If anything, I’ve been convinced about this for a long time. So much so I couldn’t escape you and all I wanted to do to you even when asleep.”

How weird all of this doesn’t feel feels weird, but you won’t dwell on it. Not when Harry’s confession has filled a void in your chest you didn’t know existed. Sent you to the stars when you thought you were already living among them just by having him as your best friend. Made you smile so hard it hurts, though it’s in the best kind of way. 

Carefully, flirtily, you push your ass back and circle your hips, bottom lip tucked behind your teeth while Harry sucks in a hiss through his. His fingers against your tummy flex and tremble, much like his stomach and cock do, too. 

Another low groan slips out from him when you do it again, his hand continuing its journey down, down, down until the tip of his middle finger reaches the waistband of your shorts. His face once buried in the nape of your neck now hovers beside it, shaky breaths harmonising with yours. 

“In my dream.” Harry’s voice is so rough and ragged, a complete contrast to how soft and smooth the pad of his finger lightly tracing the skin above the elastic is, though the back and forth, back and forth, back and forth is driving you round the damn bend. Making you squirm and whine and pant, close to begging him to both stop and keep going. “You were dripping. And I mean really, really dripping. Panties soaked. Pussy begging for a fucking.”

You clutch his forearm draped over your chest with one hand, the other reaching to grab the back of his neck, fingers touching curls and the chains of his various necklaces. You need all the stability you can get, lying down simply not enough. No, you need to be grounded, your soul close to leaving you. You need an anchor, and Harry’s always been exactly that for you, even if he is the reason you’re now floating. 

His grin is a mile-wide, the dimple popping kind you love so much, and there isn’t a hint of shyness left in him. He’s exuding pure confidence. Pure sex. “Got me wondering if that’s followed me into the real world,” he teases. “Shall we check?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

A kiss to your cheek makes it harder for you to stay calm, even though you’re doing a piss poor job of that as is. “Perfect girl. Thank you.”

You fully expect Harry to dip his hand down your pants and find the soaked state of your cunt that way, but he doesn’t. 

Instead, he moves back a fraction—just enough to slip his hand between you and him and also watch what he’s doing—pinches the hemline on the leg of your shorts, and peels it away from your pussy. Yes, peels, because the material is stuck to your skin from how goddamn wet he’s made you. 

“Well would you look at that,” he mutters, sounding awestruck and so damn pleased with himself. “Dreams do come true.”

Another hard swallow from you, all the moisture in your mouth seemingly upped and left to accumulate between your squeezed-together thighs. Down them, too. “What happened next?”

“A slow tease.” A groan from him, his thumb, with a featherlight touch, smoothing over your folds making you whimper. “A bit of a mess, too. Slid my cock between these pink ‘n pretty lips over and over again until it was covered in your juices.”

“Oh god.” You arch your back, pussy seeking his dick to do exactly that. “Please, H. I want it.”

“Thought you might.”

After a little manoeuvring, Harry’s cock springs free from the confines of his tight briefs, the heavy, solid length slapping against your ass. There’s a moan from you and a hiss from him at the feeling, his hand that pulled your shorts to the side now felt lazily stroking his shaft while the fingers hovering over your chest teases your peaked nipples poking through your shirt. 

He’s breathless and beautiful when he so lovingly asks, “You ready, babe?”

You answer non-verbally, pushing your hips back again while parting your legs, bending one at the knee until you’ve got a foot flat on the mattress and Harry has all the access he needs. 

Chuckling softly into your neck is his response to that along with, “Needy girl. Can’t blame you, though. ‘M feelin’ just as demented, ‘n it’s all your fault.”

And with that, he brings the second act of his dream to life by slowly sliding the thick, drippy head of his cock through your soaked slit, moans and groans from you both growing louder with every passing second and every passing inch of his veiny, velvety skin exploring uncharted territory like a goddamn pro. Like it’s finally where it’s meant to be. 

You’ve known Harry is well-endowed from the occasional accidental glimpse at his crotch whenever he’s walked around in just his underwear or the grey sweatpants that most women—yourself included—are weak for.

But to experience it now, to know that his whole cock well beyond exceeds the length of your lips—his tip knocking your pulsing clit and way past it in order to get his base saturated with your arousal, just like he wanted—you’re a goner. And also slightly worried that should sex happen next–or at any point–you won’t be able to take him all. He might not fit, or at least not without some serious foreplay first. 

Like he wanted, a slow teasing takes place. A whole fucking mess too, not just a bit. Harry slips his dick through your folds over and over again, your whines and whimpers as loud as the wetness pouring out of you and all around him. You’ve never heard such a salacious sound. Had such a filthy experience. You never want it to stop. 

“So wet ‘n warm, fuck—” he murmurs, more like he’s talking to himself. Like he can’t believe all of this is happening and it feels so good. You know you can’t either. “Don’t think I’m gonna last long ‘n I’m not even inside you.” A growl from Harry vibrates against your skin, his teeth perforating your flesh a tad evoking a whine from you and a clench of your walls around nothing. “Shit, just thinking about that nearly knocked me out.”

His admission is music to your ears, the ultimate ego boost. You giggle, the laugh as delirious as you are. “That’s okay. More than okay. It’s fuckin’ hot, actually.”

“Yeah?” He’s grinning now, hands no longer guiding his cock through your puffy lips. His hips have taken over, slow and steady strokes pushed that make your head feel light and your bones feel liquid. 

You nod fast, as fast as your heart pounds. “Yeah. Would kinda rather you came all over my pussy instead of inside it, anyway. At least for now.”

As much as your body craves actual sex with Harry, there’s still a little hesitancy on your behalf to fully let go, because there’s no turning back once that boundary has been crossed. 

You’re confident that your friendship can withstand such a change, but there’s still a small seed of worry that things could fuck up if you fuck, no matter how much doubt you stopped feeling before and how right this still feels now. Not to mention the slight fear you have regarding the size of him. What you’re both experiencing is working wonders for you both anyway. Why fix something that isn’t broken?

Another guttural groan from Harry, this one punctuated with a purposeful nip to your neck that has you simpering, shaking and soaking his length some more. “You tryna kill me?”

“Not at all,” you mumble, fingers stroking through his unruly curls while you work on regulating your breaths. They’re broken and hard to come by; the pleasure he’s giving you as much as he’s receiving from you truly is a whole new level of euphoria. “Tryna make your dream come true, remember?”

“Mm, and what about yours?”

“My dream?”

He nods, hair tickling your skin. “Mhm. Tell me what you want, babe. I’ll give you it. Give you anything. Just say it, ‘n it’s yours.”

“Play with me,” you whisper, cheeks flooded with blush. Whole body mush. “Make me squirm. Make me yours.”

Within a second, Harry is playing with your clit, a master at work. He still fucks through your folds with leisurely thrusts, but the pads of his long, deft fingers now circle your swollen pearl with firmness and determination; your climax and dreams just as important as his, if not more. 

All the teasing done to your g-spot from his thick tip means that you’re all pent up and so close to popping. It won’t take long before you’re unravelling. Even quicker, thanks to his expertise. 

You hit your high in no time at all, eyes wiring shut, jaw falling slack, whole body wriggling and wanting the nirvana to never end. Harry relentlessly rides you through it until you’re pulling your hips forward for him to stop, oversensitive and oh so fucking satisfied. 

He leaves your clit alone, kiss after kiss pressed against your sweaty neck broken up with praises along the lines of ‘Good girl, so proud of you’, ‘Made such a mess for me. Made such a mess of me’ and ‘That was stunning. You’re stunning.’ You feel like you could come again just hearing his silky voice speak such compliments. 

And a part of you has a feeling that if Harry had his way, if you two were a little more familiar in bed and this wasn’t the first time you were stepping over the friendship line you’ve had drawn up for years, you would be coming again. Over and over and over again until you physically couldn’t. He’s holding back on you right now. You're holding back on him. 

But that’s okay. Something tells you that when you’re both ready, there’ll be another opportunity to let loose together again.

Or at least you’re now definitely hoping so. You’ve had a sip of bliss, but it’s only exacerbated your thirst.

Sensing his orgasm approaching based on the suddenly sloppy nature of his rolling hips, his grunts and whimpers seeping into your skin and his fingers restlessly toying with your nipples and digging into your hip, it’s now your turn to get him there with your words. And while it can sometimes be uncomfortable to talk dirty with someone new, you don’t currently feel that way. Not with Harry. Never with Harry. 

“You feel so good, H,” your murmur, meaning every damn word no matter how quiet your voice is. The truth is loud. The evidence of it covers you both. “Got me feeling so good, too. Had me all wet and turned on grinding on my ass earlier. Made me all desperate and drenched fucking through my pussy now.”

“Fuck-” he hisses, picking up the pace of his hips like he can’t get enough. Like he’s as hungry for you as you are for him. “Keep going. Keep sayin’ shit like that.”

“Really want you inside me sometime, but you’re so big. So fuckin’ big. Not sure it’d all fit. Not sure I’d be able to walk after, either.”

“I’d take such good care of you, baby. Promise.”

You smile at that. Forever the gentleman. Forever the earth angel. “Mm, I know. But until then, until the day comes that you’ll stretch me out and fuck every drop of cum into me, fuck it all over me now. Give it to me, Harry. Cover my cunt in it. Please.”

And he does, the most delicious groan rattling in his chest and out of his mouth as he shudders and shakes and pumps rope after rope of his hot load onto your mound and clit, through your folds and over your entrance he’s yet to dive in and explore; his still-thrusting hips smearing the milky liquid all around, claiming you as his just like you wanted. 

That moment comes to a natural end a few long, breathless minutes later. You’re spent and smiley. Harry is spent and smiley. The world hasn’t imploded since you took your friendship on this completely unexpected, unbelievably hot journey. Everything feels normal and nice, made all the more normal and nice by the way Harry holds you against him with one arm, presses lazy kiss after lazy kiss to your neck, and wipes the mess between your legs with tissues found in his bedside table drawer.

“Best birthday weekend ever,” he hums between pecks once you’re all cleaned up, to which you giggle and grin, pleased and happy that your best friend is pleased and happy.

But still you’re curious, a question on the tip of your tongue. You know Harry won’t mind you asking it, that he’ll be upfront and honest. He always is.

“Earlier on, when you said you’d been convinced about this for a long time…” you pause to swallow, to give him time to see where you’re going with this line of inquiry. “What did you mean exactly?”

A breathless laugh from Harry, the kind you wish you could bottle up and wear on a chain around your neck, uncapping it whenever you need the serotonin boost. Though you’re hardly in short supply of that with him around as often as he is.

“I meant exactly what I said, babe. That doing what we just did is a variation of many things I’ve thought about us doing many times. Too many times.” He’s the one to pause now, giving you a moment to digest this. “You know I love you. That you’re my best friend, a person I’d literally kill or be killed for…” A hand of his smooths over your stomach again, an act of comfort as much as it is of possession, “but for a while now, there’s been something else I’ve felt. Attraction. Lust. Need. ‘M haunted by you, to be honest, ‘n the more our friends badgered us about our friendship being inappropriate, the more I wanted that friendship to be inappropriate. But I just didn’t say anything because I didn’t think those feelings would be mutual. I’d rather have you as my best friend than nothing at all, y’know?”

You nod, because you do know. You get it, and you’re grateful that he didn’t say something sooner. Those feelings weren’t mutual then and you won’t pretend they were for his sake, but they are now. They are now.

Turning in his arms, you’re met with that bright smile you love so much anchored by its usual laugh lines, two dimples and a sweet freckle. Sleepy green eyes that explore your own sleepy pair, a twinkle of excitement in his that you know yours house, too. Beauty and kindness and your best friend; a man you of course have always found attractive–Harry was literally carved by God herself, you weren’t blind to that realisation before–but you see him differently now. You’re seeing every bit of him in a whole new light, and it’s wonderful and scary and so right. You can only hope that he sees you in that way too, even though his confession pretty much confirms he is. 

After a moment, Harry breaks the comfortable silence you both fell into. “Just because I said all of that doesn’t mean that’s how things have to be. I meant it when I said I’d rather have you in my life as my best friend than not have you in it at all. You mean the world to me, ‘n I’m sorry if I’ve spooked you with my truth or my actions. Whatever you want next, wherever you want to go… I’ll follow. To the ends of the earth. It’s your call, babe.”

A small shrug from you, an attempt to be cool and casual when you feel anything but. You’re burning up. Practically vibrating with giddiness. “I like the sound of inappropriate. According to everyone else, we’ve been acting that way the whole damn time, so why not make it official?”

Just when you thought the sun outside had risen, you’re proven wrong. The one holding you so close to his chest, smiling at you like you’re his reason for shining eclipses its brightness and beauty entirely. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say through a smile and a certain breath. “But baby steps, okay? I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

Harry nods fast, looking more excited than you thought possible. “Agreed. That’s the last thing I want to happen.” A pause from him and a flicker of mischief glinting in his pretty eyes. “So what now?”

“Shut eye and spoon?” you teasingly suggest his earlier plans, stealing that mischievous streak from him and displaying it in your grin. There’s no way either of you are going back to cuddling and sleeping. At least not right now, anyway.

“What about fondling and forking, instead?”

You’re quick to cackle, head tossed back and heart so full it could burst. If this is what you have to look forward to in an inappropriate friendship with Harry–non-stop laughter and silly play-on-words, which is pretty much what your ‘appropriate friendship’ with him was like–then you’re in for a treat. 

You’ve got nothing to worry about, either. Life just got a little sweeter. A lot sunnier, too.