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Dec 17, 2022

In which you never should have been apart, and are now trying to find your way back to one other. Can two broken hearts find the strength to be vulnerable again in order to give love a real chance? *SEQUEL*

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 2.5/ alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 2.6 (Word count: 4.2k) - updated December 16th

“So how do you know this guy, exactly?”

“He’s actually a really close friend of mine. Well, used to be. It’s always weird like that, isn’t it? We used to be best mates in university and then he moved to London after graduation. Dunno what made him switch lanes to real estate, though…”

“Guess he’s gonna be telling you all about it” you smiled at him as you walked towards the listing you’d be meeting up with this Mitch fellow “You haven’t seen each other at all, since?”

Harry shook his head “I’ve only ever come to visit mum back home in Manchester, with a few exceptions, but no. We’ve stayed in touch… with social media and everything, it’s easier, I guess. He’s married, has a kid too.”

“So how come you didn’t reach out to him from the get go?”

“I just… I guess I didn’t wanna look like I was asking for any favours, you know? It felt weird to wanna meet up for the first time in so long in a professional setting. I mean… it’s been almost 20 years.”

“I think you’re overthinking it.”

“Yeah, I probably was. Since it’s landed me in this situation anyway, what with that previous weirdo who wouldn’t stop ogling you…” he trailed off annoyedly and you pulled on his arm to bring his dimpled cheek to your level so you could kiss it.

“We’ve moved on from that, remember?”

“Mhm. We’re here” Harry said, checking his Google maps “A few minutes early, wanna wait or should we just go in?”

You looked at the narrow yet quaint townhouse and something about it made you eager to see it as quickly as possible. “Let’s head in, maybe he’s just waiting for us.”

“Alright.”

As soon as you entered, you could hear two men chatting and you realised Mitch was probably showing the property to someone before you, but before you could suggest you stepped out and wait, Harry already called out to his friend “Mitchellllll?”

His friend’s head popped up just from around the corner and soon you were witnessing the two of them hugging and laughing and poking fun at each other for their appearance and how they must’ve changed throughout the years, at a pace you’d never heard Harry speak before. It was so touching seeing him reconnect with someone who was quite obviously a very close friend of his once.

You tried to give them their space and stand aside, but soon Harry was reaching for you “Mitch, this is my Y/N. My beautiful girlfriend.”

“A pleasure” he extended his hand and you shook it smilingly “And, wow. I’m glad, because I was doing the maths in my head and last time I saw his daughter on his otherwise inactive Instagram, she was at her highschool graduation, and looking very different; and it was just not adding up. I know we haven’t really kept in touch, but I’m not that out of the loop.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve been mistaken for her father several times” Harry retorted and you couldn’t help but laugh at his mock indignation.

“Oh, God” you could feel your cheeks reddening in embarrassment at him mentioning it “Don’t remind me. It’s technically impossible, but somehow people manage to just jump to conclusions…”

“Well. 16 year old me would’ve been very wounded at your disregard for his virility” Harry admonished playfully.

“Well.” you played along, “Improbable, if not entirely impossible. There. Wouldn’t wanna bruise that male ego.”

“Well.” Mitch joined in “It’s probably just ‘cause Harry looks older than he actually is…”

“Oy! Watch it!”

“Y/N?”

You all turned to look at the person who’d called out your name, the man you’d heard Mitch talking to when you first walked in. Your eyes widened in surprise “Zayn?!”

Zayn let out an incredulous laugh “I thought that sounded like you!”. Before Harry could properly get his arm off from around your shoulders, he pulled you into a hug which you awkwardly eased into eventually “What a huge surprise! What brings you to London? Oh. I’m sorry, sorry to barge in on your conversation, I just got so excited when I finally realized why that voice sounded so familiar.”

You pulled away and looked at your ex, the only real relationship you’d had that ended on good terms, because he had to move away. Out of country, away. Out of continent, away. “Small world” you smiled at him.

Harry then cleared his throat and your eyes snapped back at him. You knew that look on his face, but before you could introduce them Harry extended his hand “I’m Harry, –”

“Not Y/N’s father. Gotcha” Zayn laughed, shaking Harry’s hand “I’m Zayn. Didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Was just trying to figure out where I knew that voice from and I inadvertently caught on to that little uhm, tidbit.”

“Right” Harry squinted his eyes at the younger man, a malicious smirk on his lips. He was not loving this at all, you could tell.

Zayn turned back to you then, all smiles and not a care for the daggers Harry was shooting him. But then again, he’d always been quite the daredevil. With a face of an angel like his, you supposed it was kind of ironic.

You wondered if Harry could see it on your face that you’d been intimate with this man. Or that you were secretly admiring how beautifully he’d aged, having lost much of his boyish features. You hadn’t seen him in what must’ve been almost 5 years since he’d finished medschool and moved here. Him being 3 years older than you made him almost 30 now. You still remembered his birthday, January–”

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Where’d you go, silly?” Zayn beamed at you and you mentally regrouped, trying your hardest not to glance at Harry and let him read your eyes. He’d misinterpret all of what was probably swimming in them right about then.

“Sorry! I was just trying to figure out how long it’s been since we’d last seen eachother.”

Zayn narrowed his eyes at you playfully “Now, now. You can’t tell me the last time you saw me was that forgettable–”

“But! I quickly remembered!” you interrupted him, your voice coming off all weird and squeaky “Actually, let’s step into the other room and give the guys a chance to catch up too, what say?”

“Of course” Zayn stepped aside and you chanced a quick glance at Harry before you made a beeline for the kitchen. The man was fuming. You’d have hell to pay when this was all over, but you genuinely wanted to hear how Zayn had been and also if he could maybe recommend some colleagues of his to you now that you’d moved here.

If you even had a place to stay by the end of this, that is.

“This is so wild bumping into you like this!” Zayn said following you into the kitchen “Look at you! You look great!”

You fought the urge to shush him and beg him to tone it down. Truth was, you were excited to see him after all this time, too “You too. And yeah… it’s quite the surprise huh? How’ve you been? Are you looking for a place?”. You couldn’t help but let your eyes scan over him. He’d gotten some new tattoos. He was wearing glasses. You wondered if they were prescription or if it was just to complete his look. He looked so effortlessly put together. He’d always had an amazing sense of style, but he now obviously had the means to dress the way he’d only dreamt of when he was a medschool student.

“Yeah, yeah. Figured a change of scenery might do me some good. Wait. So you’re not just here to see the agent, Mitch? You’re looking for a place too?” he paused, scanning you head to toe “Must be serious, then, with mister grumpy over there.”

You snorted at that “It is, yeah…”

“How long have you been here? And why didn’t you reach out? Could’ve given me a shot before mister grumpy swept you off your feet… There is such a thing as dibs, where I come from.”

You laughed, again “It’s Harry! And we’ve moved here together, he’s lived in the States for over 20 years, we met back home. And I did think to look you up, FYI. Just, you know… just to catch up” you bit your lower lip, hoping that didn’t come across as lame as it sounded outloud.

“Well, I appreciate that. I’m glad you’re happy. You seem happy…”

“I am” you smiled and you could tell he genuinely could see it on your face, you were happily in love with mister grumpy.

“Well, maybe glad is not the word I’m looking for” he narrowed his eyes playfully and you elbowed him.

“So how have you been?’

Zayn shrugged “Got my own practice now. Recently single. Got a cat! Mostly looking to move to give her more space to roam around…”

You giggled “Aw!”

It was then that Harry’s head popped into the kitchen “Darling, we should have a look around before Mitch’s next appointment gets here.”

“Alright. In a sec.”

Harry reluctantly retreated before shooting Zayn one of his deadly glares and you laughed at how Zayn pulled at the collar of his turtleneck feigning worry. He smiled at your reaction to his little attempt at making light of the situation. Harry was a jealous man, and this was actually him toning it down, little did Zayn know.

“Listen, I actually would wanna have my birth control prescription refilled here. Think you could help me out?” you were looking for a gynaecologist and the universe brought one right in front of you. If this wasn’t a sign, you didn’t know what was. You’d ask him to refer you to a colleague afterwards, but first you needed that prescription. Maybe Harry wouldn’t have to endure those condoms for too long, after all.

“Of course. I can squeeze you in. Make sure you come on an empty stomach to run some bloodwork though, alright?”

You grimaced “Bloodwork?”

“Meds are slightly different here, I need to make sure I put you on something that won’t cause any kind of hormonal imbalance. C’mon. Don’t be a cry baby. Y/N that I know is tougher than that” he raised an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes “Fine. Give me the address.”

“Lemme type it in for you.” You handed him your unlocked phone with your notes app opened, but then you heard a phone ringing and you realized he’d called it from yours “This way you have my number too, just in case” he smirked.

“Or, you could’ve just added it next to the address” you raised an eyebrow.

“Eh. What if I’d mistyped a digit? Can never be too careful” he shrugged “Ok. Let’s get you back to mister grumpy, who’s also not your father, and we’ll catch up tomorrow morning, say 9am?”

You rolled your eyes and bit back your laughter “Yeah, that works great! Thanks… you sure it’s not gonna get your schedule all over the place on such short notice?”

“Positive” he winked at you “See you tomorrow, then.” He escorted you out of the kitchen and to the two men whose hands he shook as he took his leave “Will be in touch, Mitch. Thank you for your time. Nice meeting you too, mist– Harry. Maybe we could get together again sometimes, you know, exchange notes?”

At that, Harry’s otherwise stoic face fell, his jaw clenched and his grip on Zayn’s hand visibly tightened even from where you were standing “Only pulling your leg there, mate. Still need that hand though, if you don’t mind…” he pulled it away with a harsh tug and Harry made a step closer towards him but Zayn only mouthed a silent “wow” at you before turning around and leaving you with much explaining to do.

“Well, that wasn’t awkward at all” Mitch casually chirped after you could hear the front door shutting behind Zayn.

“Nope.”

“An ex of yours, I take it?” Mitch prodded further and you could see why these two used to be such close friends, somehow.

“Mhm.”

“Nice” he smirked, pleased with himself and you would’ve found it funny too if not for Harry’s visible state of distress.

“Ok, let’s uhm… have a look around, shall we? Harry said you had another appointment soon, sorry to have kept you waiting” you tried changing the subject.

“He did, didn’t he? Tell you what. I don’t, in fact, have another listing for this for today, so how about you guys inspect it on your own and if you have any questions I’ll answer them tonight at the pub? My treat. Gonna bring the missus too, she’s gonna wanna meet you” he turned to Harry and you could see him unwind a little bit.

“Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, mate.”

“You got it. Just don’t forget to bring the key, gonna need it tomorrow. Oh, and. Try and wipe down any bodily fluids. Don’t look at me like that” he referred to your shocked expression while handing Harry the keys an heading towards the entrance “We used to be roommates. Some things cannot be unseen.”

“So…” you bit your lower lip after you heard the door close in Mitch’s wake and turned towards Harry reluctantly who was already watching you like a hawk.

Before the silence grew awkward, he dropped the keys Mitch had given him and you instinctively bent to get them off the hardwood floor, mumbling something about how he’d lied about Mitch having another appointment after yours. Before you could straighten up, though, Harry put both his hands on each of your shoulders, one of which went into your hair at the nape of your neck and you fell to your knees, in shock.

He tilted your head up towards him using his hand in your hair as leverage, the other caressing the side of your face tenderly. But his eyes told a different story “Got something you wanna tell daddy, love?”

You gulped, knowing you were in trouble. “Yes…”

“Go on, then. What notes could I possibly have to exchange with that caricature from earlier?”

“He was just joking, Harry… he’s got a weird sense of humour sometimes.”

“Does he, now? Is he not an ex of yours, then?”

“... He is.”

“How come I’ve never heard of him, then?”

“We never really talked about our exes…”

“I’ve told you all you needed to know about mine. My ex wife is the only notable one. Did you not find him notable?”

You wanted to lie and make this easier on yourself, but against your better judgement you opted for the truth “He was my only serious relationship from 5 years ago. We broke up because he had to move here for work. So, we’re on good terms, that’s why he was all flirty… but I promise that’s not because he was trying to get under your skin, that’s just how he is, he doesn’t mean any harm by it…”

“Bullshit” Harry said under his breath “Gonna wanna hear all about this in greater detail, but first, you’re gonna show daddy what else you can do with that pretty mouth apart from keeping it shut and not telling me important things from your past. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You nodded as best you could with the tight grip he still had on the hair at the nape “Yes, daddy.”

“Put me in a really shitty situation today, looked like a right fool not having even heard about this guy until now. That’s not very nice of you, Y/N. Thought you were a good girl.”

“I am” you pouted which only made Harry pull harsher on your hair and push your closer to his crotch.

“We’ll see about that. Go on then, be a good girl, open up daddy’s fly” you meant to reach for it with your hands but Harry tutted his tongue “Nuh huh. Use that pretty mouth, Y/N, show daddy what a good little pup you are for me. Hands behind your back, come on.”

You did as instructed and looked up at him obediently as he guided your face even closer, and you nosed at his fly until you felt his zipper, catching it between your teeth and dragging it down, slowly. He brought his other hand to pop the button free “See, I’m even giving you a hand. I’m nice like that, aren’t I? Daddy’s always been nice and patient, and fair above all else, haven’t I?”

“Yes, daddy” you whispered “So good to me. Always.”

“That’s what I thought. Then why haven’t you extended the same courtesy to me, hm? Thought you were a good girl, my good girl, but you’re really not, are you? You’re a bad, bad girl, Y/N.” You began to slowly shake your head in denial but he forced your head to nod instead “Yeah you are. A bad girl. And you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”

“What?” your voice was small, but excitement betrayed the anticipation in your voice and Harry smirked at that.

“Now, now, Y/N. You may not be a good girl, but you’re a smart girl. Tell daddy, what happens to bad girls?”

“They… they get punished?”

Harry’s eyes visibly darkened at that, wetting his lips he brought his free hand back to caress the side of your face and dragged his thumb down your lips, tugging at your lower one “Exactly. Smart puppy, aren’t you, sweetheart? Too bad you’re such a brat, too.” His voice harshened punctuating the last sentence and he dragged your lower lip as far as it would go, forcing you to open your mouth wide “Stick your tongue out for daddy.”

You couldn’t help but whine watching him spit into your mouth, fighting to keep his composure and then forcing your mouth closed, tightening his grip on your jaw “Let’s try and rectify that, shall we?” he let go of you then, completely, making you lose balance and land face first into his open fly, directly against his very visible erection “Uff. So eager.” He laughed crudely at your clumsiness but then his voice turned all harsh again “Hands behind your back I said!”

“Sorry, daddy!”

After pushing his pants together with his briefs down his legs, he once again fisted your hair into a makeshift ponytail “Go on then, sweetheart. Show me where or not you are a good girl.”

He watched your struggle to reach his tip that was aiming slightly higher than your eyelevel, and you used your tongue in sloppy strokes to try and lubricate him as best you could before suckling at his engorged tip, which earned a hiss for him. Once past your lips, you angled it so that it was aiming downwards towards you and really tried your best to get him as far as possible down your throat from the first time “Fuck, Y/N. That’s a pretty compelling argument” he huffed a laughter but it quickly turned into a groan as you swallowed around him before releasing him and catching your breath, a long strand of spit connecting your mouth to his now wet dick. This time, he didn’t wait for you to struggle again, grabbing himself at the base and tapping his tip against your tongue a few times before shoving it right back into your wanting mouth again “Just like that, darling. Keep going, and maybe I’ll trade your mouth for that pretty pussy soon. I bet it’s all wet and ready for daddy, isn’t it?”

You nodded your head, humming around him which made him roll his eyes back and bite his lip as he thrusted more vigorously into your mouth. You tried opening up as best you could for him, feeling him go further down your throat with each go. You gagged around him, which made him moan and pull at your hair even harder and finally pulled away, your eyes watering and your saliva running down your chin.

“So filthy, baby. You really are my perfect little cockslut. Come on, up you get” but he didn’t let you get up by yourself, instead he grabbed you from under your armpits and threw you onto the nearby sofa “Face down, ass up, get those hands back behind your back.”

When you scurried to your knees and paused, staring at him he growled “Did I stutter?”

You yelped and did as instructed, tucking your face into the couch and arching your back, ass up and hands behind your back. His hands went to your pants and his fingers dug into your waistband when you felt him freeze into place and eventually you chanced a glance over your shoulder. His brows were knitted and he looked lost in deep thought. Eventually he groaned, hanging his head and then laughed to himself sardonically.

“... Harry?” you were growing confused when you heard him pull his pants back up and finally turned to face him fully, sitting on the edge of the couch “Why are you– what’s going on?”

He narrowed his eyes at you “My plan to edge you and leave you hanging backfired. Quite ironic.”

“You’re not making any sense. What’s ironic?”

“I don’t have any condoms on me.”

Your eyes widened. You’d forgotten all about that “So what? Wait. I wanna finish you off…” you whined, your hands going for his waistband but he placed his over yours.

“No. The moment’s ruined . Let’s just go grab some lunch and then head back and actually take a look at this place.”

“What? No, it’s not. You’re still hard, what are you talking about?” you pouted.

“That may be so, but I can accept defeat at my own game” he smirked and bent to peck your lips, once “You’re not off the hook, though, missy” his tone turned from playful to harsh “Not until you make me forget the way you were staring at that guy earlier.”

You furrowed your brows, pout deepening “I was not! Harry… I’ll tell you about it. There’s nothing to hide. I really didn’t think there was any use telling you, that’s why I didn’t.”

“Didn’t look that way to me.”

“I’m sorry if you got the wrong impression. It’s just, he’s an ex, and we haven’t seen eachother in 5 years. It’s bound to be awkward and exciting in a way, right? Doesn’t mean it meant anything more than that. He’s just someone I used to know intimately at one point. You can’t really help your reaction when it’s someone you’ve parted on good terms.”

Harry grabbed your hand and helped you to your feet “I suppose you have a point. I haven’t really experienced that, maybe that’s why I found it so odd.”

“Well… yeah. I imagine it’s not something many people have.”

“You can tell me all about it over lunch. Need to satiate at least one of my needs. I’m but a man, after all” he sighed dramatically and you giggled, following him as he pulled you towards the entrance.

“Alright” you sat on the tips of your toes to give his lips a peck while he was locking the door behind you “I know how it looked, and him being such a flirt didn’t help matters at all. But I promise there’s nothing to worry about. And I appreciate you keeping your cool when I know you probably wanted to snap his head off” you grinned when he rolled his eyes “Yeah, you did. But it’s alright, because I love that you care enough to get jealous. And as long as you show me who I belong to behind closed doors, you won’t ever hear me complaining” you added as your eyes lowered to his lips again and pulled him in for a longer kiss which he eagerly responded to.

“Alright. Let’s leave before we have to wait to leave again.”

“Are you sure you’re that hungry?” you raised an eyebrow, letting him know that your offer to suck him dry was still on the table.

“No. But we need an excuse to get out of the house and get some damn condoms, don’t we?” he swatted your ass playfully, which made you quickly look around for people passing by and got you into motion as you laughed at how ridiculous he was being. But you glanced behind your shoulder to the townhouse. After all, you did have to get back and take a look around, would be mortifying to meet up with Mitch and his wife at the pub later that evening and not have anything to discuss about it.

And also, Harry was nothing but a man of his word.

A/N: ex/gynecologist zayn was too good of a prompt not to use 😩🤌🤌 i think he's quite the character. harry agrees. he thinks he needs a chair for a collar though fdbkjfhsdfsdkfdks

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