Harry's Derrière

Some curls, some ass and just a tad of sass.

[legally-horan]

Right Now - Harry Styles

A.N. Basically I had lost passion to write on here. I’ve found it again. School is my own personal hell right about now so I had some feelings to share and we all need something to distract us. I guess I can write for the tough times. But don’t get me wrong, I appreciate you guys for sticking around more than you’ll ever know. I love you all and thank each and every one of you. But I still didn’t fucking edit it... c: xoxo

Word Count - 2864

“You look terribly sad. Are you without a doubt sure, there is nothing wrong and that there is nothing I can do for you?” Six years ago I didn’t think that I would be where I am today. “Ever since you opened that email, your smile has looked like someone bit your ass.” With a terribly honest, infatuating fiance that doesn’t let anything slide? No, I guess I didn’t think six years ago I would be where I am at this minute.

“I just can’t stop thinking, it’s a recurring thing you know.”

“Yeah, I understand. You sort of have to think about everything and every little detail before you can even respond.” It doesn’t hurt that he knows me from the inside out. It’s just at times I wish he didn’t know how to take the words right out of my mouth.

“Thanks for making that clear, I’m sure it wasn’t before.”

Harry shrugged, sort-of half smiling. “Don’t go if you don’t want to. It’s not like you owe them anything. If anything from all of those journals you’ve poured your heart out to and from all the things - events - you’ve told me about...It sounds to me that they owe you a new high school experience.

Trust me Harry might sound like he knows what he’s talking about but his chances right now are thin as a sheet. Harry never finished high school which doesn’t bug me one bit unless it interferes later on (which is a totally different topic). Anyways, he might have been told by myself, stories about that wretched school and those throat wrenching people, but he never experienced a bit of it. It was my own personal hell. Sounds pretty terrible eh? That’s what everyone says about high school eh? I should be happy I got an education eh? Happy I even knew what being apart of something was like, eh?

Well, fuck no. Those people treated me like pure shit - sometimes I wasn’t even there, when I clearly had a beating heart and pumping lungs. I did everything in my power not to cut all those little pricks to pieces. Sweet as can be, doing everything I could for whoever came along. I never made anything about myself but if I did, I was automatically a horrible person. Wow, lie all your issued on moi but non non non, I can’t even say my day is going badly. Day after day, class after class, person after person - it was all the same. Freshmen year, sophomore year, senior year - all the same.

Imagine being treated like that no matter how much you helped people, tried to make things easier for them, be there for them even when they didn’t know you were there. “Don’t take anything for granted {Y/N} you’ll feel spoiled and you’ll look back on it all and beat yourself up about it.” So I didn’t, I thought about how much I had. How grateful I was to be graced with every inch I had and was given. Then people began taking me for granted, using me and not even bothering to say, “Thanks.” (Even though I find that people who don’t want to say ‘thank you’ say ‘thanks’ to be rude, but well, whatever.) I didn’t do things to be told “thank you,” it was sort of a given I never heard.

You know this one time I helped someone over the phone, on a Saturday with their homework. For hours until they understood how to do it. They didn’t even say thank you, they just responded and hung up with, “hope this is even right.” I hope you fucking failed you fake, basic, bitch. That wasn’t even the purgatory of high school. But here I am, one of those dumb fucks that still hung up on high school…

“{Y/N}?” Harry was no standing in next to me, his ass nearly against my desk. “Please let me do something.”

I looked up at him with sad, hollow eyes. “There isn’t anything you can do. I just need to stop thinking about it.” First I allowed myself delete the email, then going into deleted and ‘forever deleting’ it. I took a deep breath, feeling his presence clouding me peacefully.

I had moved here, to London the first damn chance I had. When I was a sophomore, I made the effort to go ahead and look at colleges in England. Then looking at scholarships I could receive to go to one of those colleges. Then figured out my expenses, where I would live after the dorms. I’m telling you I figured, everything out till there was nothing left to worry about.

Harry was the kind of man I wanted in high school. Someone who actually wanted to be here. Wasn’t going to be different around his friends. You know, not the basic shit women look for in men. My life had been awful no matter how much I thought about how grateful I was - well because I fucking was. Despite that, I felt happy in college and dating someone who wanted to be here. I felt as if I could finally have one or two things actually be about me.

“It would help if you answered me.” Harry stood up completely straight not hardly looking down at me.

“What do you want me to answer with?” I raised an eyebrow but held an apologetic smile.

“Are you alright, baby?” Harry’s hand was on my hip, his rings rubbing against the jeans I wore. “I can’t help but worry about you my love.” “There’s nothing to worry about. It’s all behind me.” I bit my lip thinking of how much I worried that high school would follow me forever. That dumb, fucking reunion invitation was the last thing I ever wanted to see - apart from any one person from then.

I removed my silk-esk robe, looking at my own self in the mirror. Harry came into the bedroom, still with that look of worry in his expression. “You know, I’ve sort of figured out how to tell if you’re alright or not…”

“I’ve noticed.” I turned to him, watching him undress as I was. I removed my bra with two quick movements. His shirt hit the hamper without a single noise. I tried to stop thinking about my old life troubles and focused on Harry.

When he took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell beautifully. I must have said something I don’t recall because he answered. “I know.” His lips were this dark pink color that any woman would die for their lips to be pigmented. I saw the tattoos every single day but I only sometimes paid attention to them. Tonight I especially looked at them, seeing the different values of his muscles and creases. “You might as well be talking dirty to me.” As I like to call it - Harry’s, seducing voice rung in my ears for hours beyond.

I shimmied out of my underwear and placed them with my bra. Resting my hand on my hip I kept watching him. He tugged his jeans off after his boots and threw those into the hamper, the sound of the buttons clanking against the hamper heard. Then he just smirk-smiled at me. We stayed put for a minute or two until he came over to me.

“It’s funny how little things that you share with your fiance make you the happiest.”

“What might that be you’re referring to?” He cupped my face, kissing me and pressing his body as close as possible to mine.

“We both sleep naked.” He shrugged, “it sounds dumb but it makes me happy.” he kissed me again, so I kissed him. I put my thumbs on the inner rim of his boxers, my hands resting on the small area of his back. “Are you happy?” He was referring to what I got all worked up over earlier.

I sucked in a deep breath and rested my head on his chest, just below his jawline. “I can’t complain.” I said muffled by his satin-textured skin. I kissed his jaw and leaned my head back so I could look into his eyes. Harry only smiled more, the corners of his lips letting me know he was happy himself. We stayed like this for a good ten minutes, kissing each other as the final remnants of the sunset faded into a blue-black color. 

“C’mere you should just sleep since your mind isn’t so clear.” Harry’s mood fluctuates as the day go one yet he still manages to worry about me before anyone else. Even if it is about a silly little thing from six years ago.

Harry climbed into bed as I turned all of the lights off. He took off his boxers and threw them into the hamper, nearly missing the hamper from the bed. I slid under the covers after all of the lights were turned off and there was silence. I sighed, hearing the air conditioning. The peace and quiet was nice, done thinking at the least for one day.

“Are you still awake?” Harry pressed the front half of his heated body to the back of mine. I didn’t respond the first time, only letting myself indulge in lying her, with him pressed against me. “Love?” He moved my hair so his wet, sweet-tasting lips could chafe against my neck.

“Nearly asleep.” I whispered, as if a rock were in my throat. His hand smoothed it’s way over my hips, his palm resting on the bed between my bent knees and breasts. I felt his lips begin sucking on my jawline and the ends of his hair just lightly touching my skin. Harry pulled my hips into his and a soft, sublime groan left his mouth.

I whimpered, the only sound to my ears were coming from his mouth, his throat. I felt the kneading of his hand on my skin, I didn’t have any words to accompany the feeling. He lifted one of my knees and I rested it behind his legs. His hand rubbing my skin back and forth sweetly - slowly but it felt like it was happening all, too, fast. Then I managed to turn over onto my back, looking up at the ceiling to only see what I expected, darkness.

“Ah.” I whispered again, “Harry.” Harry moved closer to me but finally touched our lips together deeply. I couldn’t see him but I kept feeling his lips against mine, kiss after kiss. I placed my hand on the side of his head, massaging my hand in his hair. His hand was still brushing over my skin near my cunt. I rubbed my foot against his leg, hearing so many noises from his throat and mouth.

Breath after breath I took I couldn’t speak, not a word. I turned even more so that I could cup his face myself and lean on my elbow, my other elbow leaning against his arm. I sloppily smashed my lips against his and his nose pressing against my cheek. His cold rings touched my cilt and the slightest shiver came over me. Harry slid his tongue into my mouth and sucked on my lips. I brought my leg up around to his torso and climbed atop of him.

“Did I happen to mention, I too love that we both, sleep naked?” I whispered, having to allow myself to take a breath. A throaty moan leaving the man below me’s lips.

“It was a given.” He growled, pulling at both of my thighs. “You’re so irresistible.” He mouthed in the darkness I could see. My eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, being able to see most features of Harry. See his chest rise as he laughed, grabbing my ass cheeks and squeezing.

“I’m irresistible for you baby - only you.” I smirked, letting out a small, short laugh. I straightened my back hearing my back crack a little. I began kissing his neck, behind his ear and combing my fingers through his silky hair. I felt him grab something beside him after one of his hands from my ass.

I heard a few cars go by on the road and the pitter-patter of rain against the windows. I lifted my hips from his body and made my way down to his thighs and tapped my nails down his thigh. “{Y/N}. He whispered, that sound of unsurety in his tone.

“Yes?” I nearly scoffed.

“Not tonight.”

“Why not? You suddenly shy or something-”

Harry leaned up abruptly and whispered in my ear. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you in the dirtiest of ways since you took off that robe. I don’t want you to suck me off no matter how bloody good it may feel… I need to be inside you, on top of you rather right this second.” I hummed nearly through it all.

I complied, rolling back over onto my back and feeling his soft hand drag up my body. He took one of my legs and swung it around my back and as he sat up - all of his hair fell down on his shoulders. I was propped up on my elbows watching him gain his dominance and confidence in the darkness. I only heard our breathing for a minute or two… Harry pulling my legs towards him so that I would be lying flat on my back. It sort of made me giggle, feeling him climb on top of me without a single trouble.

His cock was at my entrance but he nipped at my bottom lip in one motion, just looking into my eyes. He wasn’t asking for permission or anything. Harry needed something out of this besides a sweaty fiance and a blood boiling orgasm. He wanted to feel close and he’s told me once or twice that a blowjob doesn’t seem that close, ironic isn’t it.

“Well.” I hissed, sounded a tad fed up and eager. I laid on my back wondering what this gorgeous man was thinking of doing. I held my eyes wide open, watching his minimal movements. He pressed his body down against me, once more leaving no room between us. My leg was wrapped around his lower back and my other one straight and tangled in the sheets.

“I thought you knew of a thing called patience? Am I mistaking you with someone else?” Harry’s smirk was wide and bright - eating away at me. He rested one hand beside my head and then the other pulling my leg up and it now hanging over the bend in his bent arm.

Harry slipped into me without an ounce of effort. I opened my mouth but no noise left my lips. He didn’t move, waiting to see a look of reassurance to move. I ran my hand through his hair and tugged, taking a fist full. The rain stopped and I barely noticed, hearing small moans and whimpers. He moved with a hard thrust, a rough rock of his hips into mine.

Harry pushed his whole body towards me, my thigh leaning back into my chest painlessly. He shoved his cock all the way in and then pulled all the way out to the rim - over and over and - over. Six years ago I never would have thought that I’d be so in love with someone enough to orgasm just from their voice.

I rested my head against my pillow, right up against the headboard. Each thrust he made came with a deep moan that made my eyes roll back in my head. His free hand grabbed my ass, kneading and sucking on my lips fervently. I let go of his hair feeling thrust after thrust, I could barely speak. I grasped at his back, my nails lightly scraping against his tanish toned skin.

“Ah, fuck, fuck.” Harry’s freshly wet lips ran over my ear and then left wet traces over my jaw. “Fuck, love.” He kissed me but the pressure of his lips was more intense than the other kisses.

“Oh.” I began really letting myself go and giving into Harry’s touch and - “oh bay-by.” I moaned, looking up towards the ceiling. It felt as if his hand was leaving a print where he was holding my leg up. I felt a pulsing all through my body and I wasn’t sure if I was going to come or sneeze… Harry dug his cock into me deeply for minutes. I could feel him pulsing and the come rushing into me. I gasped, having no words. I laid there still with him on top of me, slowly and softly running my fingers through his hair. The feel of his hair was sort of putting me into this mood where I kept telling myself how tired I was.

“I love you.” I told him, louder than a whisper.

“I know.” Harry chuckled, pulling out and pulling me into his grasp again - my back to his front. “I love you too.” He squeezed me. 

“I really fucking love sleeping naked.” He whispered after a short while. I didn’t respond, I only let him hum a bit as my lifeless response. “It’s bloody fantastic.” 

[legally-horan]

Play Me - Harry Styles

A.N. Thank you guys for letting me know if this one shot should be in his or her p.o.v. I want to do both of their p.o.v.’s but most people said his. Anyways here you are! - Um I didn’t edit it so,s orry. c;

Word Count - 4352

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An introvert, someone who doesn’t speak unless necessary. She carries herself as if she’s the only person in this world but not like one of those people who are arrogant. You can tell she is trying to hold her head high to prove she may know how to deal with herself around people. She doesn’t know what to do around people which makes my heart drop. She doesn’t want pity, she doesn’t want anything from any living soul. I watch her wanting to speak to her but she knows it’s coming and dodges me sneakily.

It’s been two months since I laid my eyes on her, two months of figuring her out as much as one can. The way she walked around on her tiptoes it seems makes me wonder - she wants to make as little sound as possible. She moved half of her hair over her chest and the other half down her back. I’ve caught her eyes a few times and smiled but she only opens her eyes as if they’re sighing and walks off. It’s hard to keep my eyes off of her if I’m completely honest. If you could only see her, you’d be fucking blown away.

Today of all days I was even more sick of just looking at her. I wanted to speak to her, at least hear her speak. When there are meetings she manages to get out of talking. Her work is splendid yet she doesn’t want to show it off like every other person in here. It was four in the afternoon on one of those days they let us off early. She was usually one of the first people out of here but today was different which made it that day of all days. {Y/N} was still at her desk, piles and piles of papers before her. It was as if she was the only one around with her work taking up every inch of her mind.

The more nervous I grew, watching her. She knew that everyone around her was out of the office and believed it was only her. I didn’t want to come off as a slight stalker, I wanted to come off as someone she could speak to. Standing and turning the light off from my desk I walked down the area between different offices and the floor desk. Her office was right outside the desk as mine was right down the way. She must have noticed me before I had even finished my thought about how close we’ve always been compared to how we’ve never spoken.

{Y/N} only stared at me like a deer in headlights, it made me question some things. I turned to her and opened my lips to speak but she only kept looking at my face and body. Do I lie to her or stand here like an idiot or possible just try and get out of the situation? “I wasn’t quite sure if anyone was still here.”

She nodded her head back and forth as if she didn’t know how to, get out of the conversation. “Uh.” {Y/N} mumbled and swiped her papers around her desk. “Neither did I.” Her voice was subtle and rich. It was a bit unbearable to stand here before her and not make her even the least bit uncomfortable. I kept staring at her without opening my lips until she turned in her chair looking at me the same was I was.

“I’m Harry.”

‘“I know.” She was quick to say but then bit her bottom lip and looked down. “I just, just know who you are.. That’s all.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her. “I know who you are too if that helps.” I watched her as she let out a breath and the spreading blush crept onto her neck.

“To some degree.” I leaned against the doorway and kept my eyes on her.

“You never speak during meetings so I asked a few people if all of that work was your despite the fact don’t speak an ounce.” It was as if I had taken her a step back. “I just got a bit curious since -”

“I act as though I don’t even work?” It made her laugh minimally which made me smile greatly.

I shrugged, “I guess you could say that’s what I was wondering.”

“I’m a very -” {Y/N} looked away from me and then looked at me a minute or two after silence. She looked directly into my eyes and stared at me. “ I’m a very introverted person, I don’t know people here therefore I haven’t made any sort of effort. When I first said I wouldn’t speak in front of my co-workers - they threatened to fire me. So, I told them to go ahead and fire them. Then they just kept me I guess, because I have some good ideas here and there.”

My initial understanding of {Y/N} was that if I ever got her to speak, our conversation would turn into a minimum of fifty words or so. I don’t count the words, that would be silly - I just know it’s much more than expected. “That makes perfect sense.”

She laughed but it came out as more of a huff. “Sorry I’m an awkward mess.” She mumbled, as the words came out the more her voice went flat. {Y/N} stood, grabbing her dark cherry leather bag and began sliding her papers into her bag. I stood, slinging my bag back over my shoulder. We only looked at each other again.

“I should -”

“Would you like to get coffee sometime?” I went ahead and asked her. I have been wanting to get to know her for months, why shouldn’t I?

{Y/N}’s eyes widened a bit and she shifted, holding her bag strap tightly. “Well. You did hear how I’m an extreme introvert, right?” Her voice shook and the amount of times she stuttered should have phased me.

“I don’t really care if you are. Likewise, someone has to come along and change that.” It was as if every breath I took, every word I spoke made her take a step back. She looked like such a small person it sent some sort of chill down my spine. Every thought of kissing her, fucking her was gone. All I could think about was if I would be getting an answer and if that answer could possibly be yes.

“I’m surprise, nobody usually -”

“Steps up for you? Makes it their mission to speak to you.”

“You knew I was still working, didn’t you?” She blushed crimson and looked down at her feet.

“I did but I didn’t mean it in an awful way.” We stood in another silence but I felt a bit defeated by her mode of silence. She might have been somehow annoyed because of how I sneakily made my way to speak to her - which isn’t so sneaky. “I’m sorry, I’ll catch you some other time. Next week at work.” I smiled even though I was immensely let down that I had partially ruined this.

I began walking off, feeling the emptiness of the office. I really should have just left when I was let off work. “Harry?” I heard slightly, I could have been imagining it. I kept walking through, towards the stairs that led down to the lobby and front doors. I was a foot or two away from the front doors when she said it again, “Harry.” This time louder and with a little more meaning. I turned and she was walking over to me moderately.

“I’d love to get coffee sometime. You just have to stop interrupting me.”

“The knowing you were there the whole time doesn’t phase you.”

“Why should it. You said someone always has to come along and change things. Why not change one thing myself, - stop being a fraidy cat.

“A fraidy cat, did I hear correctly?” She sighed, trying to smile but she was still blushing like crazy.

The following week, on a random day I asked if she would have coffee. She of course, hesitated and then remembered what I had ironed into her head. She has has to change some things. {Y/N} can’t be afraid of everything all the time, she has to grow out of it. We went down to a coffee shop far away from the office, so I would have more time to talk to her. Neither of us brought our things either so that was only another slight advantage.

On the walk there she came out of her taped up box slowly but surely. I would try and ask her questions till she began telling me this story of how she told this boy in highschool she liked him and started to get to know him. Then that all she did was ask him questions and came to the conclusion that he was a load of bullshit because he either didn’t care or was a lazy fuck. It made me laugh, asking if she was more open in highschool. “You see, when you’re a certain way and you don’t like the way you are - you change. I believe I changed for the better”

“Let’s just hope this is a good thing, yeah?”

{Y/N} smiled and bit on the inside of her cheek. “You’ll never truly know.”

“You’re a bit of a source of inspiration aren’t you?”

“If you say so…” She began to trail off and we moved onto another topic as it always works when you first begin talking to someone.

After we had coffee I had learned many things that I had never suspected of her. The more I looked at her, listened to her words flood my ears I began thinking of all that had come to mind when I only knew of her. Over the next few months I strived to become friends with her. I even flirted with her quite a lot which she noticed and it was as if she really was coming out of that duct taped box of hers.

Weeks later she began to speak more to me in the office not just when we spoke outside of work or hung out. {Y/N} began speaking her mind during meetings and presenting her own work which left people speaking quite highly of her. I was proud I had pulled someone so introverted as she says into the real world.

Even more weeks after that one night I was drinking a beer and working on some shit project I had gotten stuck with because someone was “out sick.” There was a knock at my townhome door and it was {Y/N} surprisingly. I had just had lunch with her some hours ago and it was rare to see to much of her. I said I was pulling her into the real world but I never said that she was fully in the world. “What’re you doing here?” I let her in and handed her a beer.

“I went on a date.” My heart sort of sunk and I felt like a failure for all I had done. I thought I had flirted till it was nearly impossible for me to flirt with her anymore. “It was terrible, why didn’t you tell me it would be terrible?” She spoke fast, trying to get a more than a few thoughts out at once.

“I never thought I would have to tell you. It couldn’t have been that, terrible.” I looked down at my drink only to roll my eyes. Neither of us spoke for some time, only the sound of us drinking could be heard throughout the room.

“Should I have not told you, not come here to talk?”

“{Y/N}?” I ignored her and began my own thoughts aloud.

“Harry.” {Y/N} looked as if she had just done something tragically to me.

I set my drink down and focused my eyes on her. “I’m sorry to break it to you but I’ve been tragically lustful of you since the day I’ve been paying attention to you.” She didn’t look phased one bit but neither was I by my choice of words.

“How ironic that I believed you and I would be friends.”

“Did I ever say that?” I raised an eyebrow, a tad offended by her choice of words.

“No, I said it was ironic. As in I thought a friend would be a friend, not lustful of me.” I hadn’t seen her this way, defensive of how she interacted with me.

Either of us were sitting on the edge of the couch of mine, looking at each other. Both of us leaned into each other after about ten or fifteen minutes of starring at each other. Just before we were about to press our lips together, I stood, looking down at her. “Are you kidding me?” She sighed, “I lust you, let’s kiss now why don’t I stand up and just look at you.” {Y/N} mostly made fun of the last actions I had just done.

“I flirted with you, why would I want to be friends with you?”

“Why wouldn’t you!?” She slapped her hands on her knees, looking up at me.

“I want you, I want to kiss you and fuck you! That’s why!” I took a deep breath, walking around in my living room for a second. I heard her set her drink down and walk in front of me, facing away from the couch. “I looked at you for months afraid myself to speak to you but all I wanted was to suck on your pussy or see you naked. I find it impossible you didn’t see the lust in my eyes, you bloody fucker.” I grabbed her chin and kissed her. {Y/N}’s arm reached around to my neck as we kissed. Her lips tasted of green apple or as much as an artificial green apple lip balm could taste of.

I pushed her against the wall that connected to the stair which led up to a few other rooms. {Y/N} jumped up without me having to ask she just allowed me to grip her thighs as she held on to me for dear life. “Maybe I can differentiate between your eyes and the lust for me in your eyes. It’s not exactly a shame I will say.” I held my arm around her hips and kissed her close.

“Should have paid more attention to me {Y/N}.”

“You’re telling me.” {Y/N} grunted hastily. I felt her hands under the back of my shirt and of course it felt bizarre in the beginning but it went on. I had just a few months ago managed to talk to her now she’s literally jumping at the chance to kiss me and lead on to sleep together. I felt dirty thinking that.

I felt her legs loosen around me and her feet dropped to the floor. Our lips still connecting and morphing into the others. I watched her walk to the stairs which were L shaped, up to the bedroom and guest bedroom. This most certainly wasn’t the woman I had been so concerned with down the hallway a few months ago. I watched her smirk at me and the questionable look on her face but devious look did things to me already. “You sort of mistaken me for some kind of idiot. If you actually think that just because I’m an introvert, I’m sheltered - you’re a fucking asshole.”

“You’ve known this whole time, you little bloody bitch.” I walked towards her and kissed her lips slowly till she pulled away to answer me.

“I’ve seen the hint of lust since the second I laid eyes on you. I’m sure the time before you ever saw me. Why don’t you just do something you slow fuck.” Her words hit me but I was still so overwhelmed with voice, her body, her mind I couldn’t help myself.

She began to take a step up as I followed her, most likely both of our eyes dark and glazed. I kicked my door open before she could back into it and pulled her into me. “You were playing me before I could even notice.”

“It’s the only plausible way.” I hadn’t decided if I liked this new {Y/N} or the real, {Y/N}. I was only a tad afraid I was missing important information but it didn’t quite matter. We kept kissing but she seemed eager to do so much more with me. The way she swayed her hips and inched as though her clothes were suffocating her. I slid my hands this time under her shirt right where her hips connected to her stomach and lifted the shirt off of her.

She was one of those types of girls who layered her upper half so much till you could barely see the true beauty of her chest. I was disappointed she did this, taking the long sleeve shirt off of her torso followed by the under shirt. “You’re abusing your splendid breasts by layering so much.” Neither of us had turned the light on in my room, only able to see each other by the street lights and hallway light.

“Layering makes me comfortable.”

I lifted her onto my dresser and began to separate each of her buttons from the slits in the fabric that held it together. I couldn’t help looking at her body, keeping my hand placed upon her thigh. {Y/N}’s hair was behind her shoulders and her breasts were primarily spilling out of her bra. “You should really layer less, in my opinion.”

“Maybe I should speak more so I could know you and possibly know what I’ve gotten myself into ahead of time.” I laughed lowly at her, being pulled into her embrace. I kissed her lips softly but kept my eyes open to watch her facial expressions. I yanked her shoes off of her feet and threw them towards the door. The smile on her face was precious, how she looked at me sent to her pulling my shirt over my head with that smile on her face. “You smell of something I can’t put my finger on.” {Y/N} hummed, looking up so I was able to pile kisses upon her neck.

“You smell of mint leaves and lemon.”

“I guess we know who’s better at this.” She placed her hand beside her and lifted her hips to place my hand on her ass to pull her jeans down. I unbuttoned her jeans as she tried to keep her body up on the support of one arm. I successfully pulled them down her legs, lying them on the dresser space taken up by nothing.

My heart was nearly beating out of my chest in a painful way. I wasn’t the kind of person turning down person after person because the one person I find attractive has to be my idea. It’s a cryptic way to live in my mind. My mom had big things in line for me but eventually I grew out of those plans and became a lousy adult alike the next person. I could have done a whole lot more with my life but I guess it’s just how it goes.

“I love your ass in these jeans.” {Y/N} must have been watching me from the floor length mirror behind me. “But they need to be taken off.” Her voice was low yet she made an effort to take my chin so we were looking directly into each other’s eyes.

“Is that so?” I pushed my jeans down as she glued her lips to mine. she wanted many things but it was hard to please every need. I was able to step out of the jeans and kick them wherever they managed to end up. Her nails weren’t digging into my skin but they were tracing my muscles and back. I kept breathing in her perfume, tracing the edge of my nose against her shoulder.

I widened her knees so her legs would be on either side of my hips. I held my fingers together, placing my hand on his knee and sliding it back to her lower hip. I held the band of her underwear, wrapping my fingers around that band - pulling them out from under her. I slowly pulled them down off her legs and let them fall to the floor. Her breathing quickened as I applied pressure with my first two fingers, just above her cilt. I wasn’t sure if it would do anything to her but inching towards her cilt was my intention.

{Y/N}’s hair was curled in the front, the curls bouncing as she moved herself closer to me. Pressing my thumb severely to her cilt, her chin lifting towards the ceiling to open her lips. I could only watch her, rubbing my thumb back and forth - watching those lips of hers move. Words and sounds I envied coming from those lips. “You might be better than I am at this.” The words poured out individually, spaces of silence between each word.

“Thanks for the encouragement.” I chuckled, my voice coming out deeper than it was minutes before. I worked harder against her, looking into her eyes as I moved my fingers into her pussy. One hand pulling her directly into my hips, the little space between us occupied by my two fingers. I thrusted my fingers into her repeatedly, left with odd moans that weren’t the same as the last. Her hands were turning white, holding the edges of the dresser. I took her voice getting higher and higher as her coming close to orgasiming which I was hopeing would hapen sooner and sooner. I held my breath just long enough to her her voice become loud and brusque. A stream of curse words - words not even one with the of best hearing could make out.

“You are, doubtlessly the best at this.” She sucked on my upper lip, working hers onto mine. I pulled her to the edge of the black, sleek dresser and let her touch the floor, standing before me. Our heights weren't off by much, but I was still able to look down at her. I felt her take a step closer to me, making me take a step back - many times. I let the bed hit the backs of my knees and she tugged at my boxers before shoving me down with a single hand.

{Y/N} climbed on top of me slowly, unhooking her bra as her knees hit the bed. I held her hips steady as the bra was removed from her shoulders. I kissed her softly, just barely touching her lips before lying back completely. I spread her ass cheeks, whispering the dirtiest of things to her. She clutched my cock briskly, her other hand combing my hair back from the middle front.

“You’re bloody handsome, Harry.” She kissed me but her eyes fluttered as she whispered. I slipped myself into her in one swift move, grunting from the feel of her around me.

“Sweetheart.” I grunted, feeling her situate herself for a minute. I just wanted to flip her over and fuck her till she couldn’t feel herself. Every line and crevice of her body was soft and smelled sweetly.

I thrusted up into her, quick - nimble movements that sent shots of chills up my spine. I’d seen her so much, I always wondered what it would be like to kiss her, feel her. I wondered what it would be like to hoist her up on my dresser, make her cum… - “Gimme.” She held her hands out to take mine and placed our hands above my head. “Never been bottom before, have you?” She asked a little loudly.

That’s not exactly how it would go...

“You’ve never had the pleasure of being on top have you? Soak it in while you can.” I nipped at her hardened nipples. {Y/N} only laughed, moving her hips down hard against mine.

We moved our hips together casually, moaning to each other and listening to each other's voices. I unclasped one of my hand from hers, messaging the lower part of her back. I felt as if there was a bounding in the room, with every thrust. She tugged on small bunches of my hair, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her neck was covered in small little lines that only teeth could make.

“Oh goddamn it, I don’t know - know if I’m about to orgasm or fucking flip.” {Y/N} sat up, holding one of my hands over her abdomen. Her hair was lying in perfect proportions over her plump breasts.

Her hips hugged against mine. Sounds of breathing, panting, slapping of our skin against each other and other sounds I couldn’t tell apart from the others. “Oh, {Y/N}.” I ran my hands repeatedly up and down her warm sides, squeezing her hips.

“Harry.” She began to lift her hips as if she were going to pull off but she just slammed her hips back down. “Harry, Harry, Harry.” She whispered then - screamed. {Y/N}’s body shook, as if chills were physically going up her spine. The orgasm tearing her to shreds as incoherent things left her full lips.

“Now tell me about it.” Her face had a glow to it either because of the dim lights or because of the sex. Sitting up straight and slim above me, still a top of me. A provocative smirk across her complexion.

It was a bit of an exaggeration but I had played the safe scenario so many times in my head. It’s ludicrous to think she’d be quiet. Making her the introvert - quiet, reserved - afraid, instead of myself. I looked up from my desk from my now blank mind to see her desk light turned off. She was gone again and I didn’t bother to talk to her, too afraid of a goddamn woman. Wouldn’t it have been lovely…

“Fuck.” I panted.

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Here’s the deal, I’m ever so nearly done with that smut that I mentioned last week. I only have about three-four more pages to write. I have some homework to do which I’ll do first and if I have time, I’ll work on the smut. I’m just in this funk that I don’t want to do anything. That’s not good but I’m still gonna try and finish it for y’all. c: <3

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Pls post the smut😊😊

I should really get my shit together right now and write it. Shouldn’t I?

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#Ninety (#Eleven WS) Welcome Back, Bachelorette

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| Liam |

“How are you not totally wasted right this minute? What did you do eat a loaf of bread before you went out?” {Y/N} was a tad hyper which wasn’t a result of drunkenness it was from who knows where.

“I did eat before but I don’t think I’d go that far.” She was also horny which I was too tired to deal with. Every time I would tell her to just wait for tomorrow - the wedding - she would object. Say that she couldn’t take it and tomorrow night was too far in the distance. Her words were her choice as I listened.

“Tomorrow's our wedding, you need a good night's sleep.”

“You sound like my mom right now I’m sorry to say.”

“I’d rather sound like your mom looking out for you than to just give in that easily. I’m not trying to tease you. You woke me up and now come to bed before I get pissy with you cause I’m beat.” I had explained this all to her a few times.

“There’s no fun your way.” I pulled the covers back over my body as she stood before the bed in the dim lit room. “I think you’re just trying to be a tease.” Maybe she was a little drunk - that little bit was beginning to show.

“I said I was tired, not trying to tease you {Y/N}.” I was getting annoyed but I couldn’t think of a single thing to do to make her get into bed and sleep. She had already gotten ready for bed but I couldn’t think of a single damn thing.

She looked at me with her lip pouted out slightly. “Good god then get into bed.” I pulled her into bed and kissed her softly. I kissed her for a few minutes till I saw her eyes drop sooner and sooner. “Should have thought of that sooner.”

| Niall |

“Sad to say we met in this bar.” She laughed, taking a sip of her drink. For her party she didn’t want any of her girls or sisters or friends that basically were sisters. {Y/N} only requested that we go out together. Even if she’ll see quite a bit of me for the next few weeks, more than she probably wants to.

“You see it a lot in the movies. Never actually thought about it. That we met in a bar and we’re about to get married tomorrow. -”

“We’re both lucky.”

“You read my mind.”

“It’s my job since I am already your wife, basically mister.” The spring to her step all week had been lifting my mood even when I wasn’t too much of myself. I was more surprised that she had made it our sane after planning the wedding. I’m not much of a planner, she left me to the honeymoon and the anniversaries will be mind. But planning our wedding was all {Y/N}. She might have asked me with help finding a palette but that was all.

I kissed her lips while watching her eyes close slowly. “Why did you want a big wedding?”

“To show you off.” I chuckled loudly not expecting that of all things. “Alright, I was kidding. I want a big wedding because this is a milestone. I want pictures and a video for our kids. I didn’t want a party, a bachelorette party because it felt weird. But this is all I could ever ask for. The wedding is for us and everyone else. I explained that shittily but you know there really never is a true explanation.” I listened to every word not completely understanding but knowing exactly where she was coming from.

“I adore you {Y/Full/N}, soon to be {Y/First/N} Horan. Just don’t skip town, alright.”

She made an anxious look, “you found out already?”

“Seems to be that way.” We both kept on with the act for a minute before bursting out laughing. “You’re perfect baby. Fucking perfect.” I shrugged.

| Louis | 

“You told me you were going to stay with her tonight. What changed?” I watched as I turned but it didn’t mean I couldn’t ask questions.

“I just wasn’t in the mood anymore babe. I wanted to be with you. We get married in two days, I’ll be with her enough getting ready and the whole day.”

“You realize you’ll be with me tonight, tomorrow, the wedding day and every single day then on?” I laughed, wondering what the real reason was. She was quiet for a quick second but I didn’t mind it. I didn’t mind going out twenty minutes to pick her up because she wanted to be home.

I pulled up into the driveway and she pivoted herself as much as she could with her belt on. Then she just sort of looked at me for a while before I turned the car off. “I love you so much but you already know that.” The smile on her face was priceless. When she was drunk she was the most honest woman you could ever meet. “I love you.” {Y/N} unbuckled her belt and reached her whole body over to me, kissing me hard.

“I wish you could begin to understand how much I love you.” Her cheeks heated up at my response. Seeing her, being in her space was enough for me. I never really admitted things to anyone so for the really deep things I would when she was drunk. Not that I didn’t tell her that I love her when she wasn’t. “I love the way you scratch my back during sex.”

“I know. You always complain I’ll leave scars but you fucking love it.” Her nose twitched and she kissed me again. “Everything you complain about you sort of love, I know.” The shrug of her shoulders made it hard for me not to smile.

“Let’s get the soon to be bride to bed, shall we?”

“We shall.”

| Zayn |

“You’ve never been drunker.” I was on the couch reading a magazine while {Y/N} stumbled in laughing her small ass off. Trying to tell me a story of what had just happened most likely less than an hour ago. “Come here.” I held my arms out after setting the magazine down beside me.

She climbed into my grasp and laid her head on my legs. Then she began to try and tell me a story again which failed because she either got distracted or plainly forgot. It was quite early for what I expected but it was still pitch dark out. I combed her hair as drunk slurs left her red covered lips. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her I was so involved with her looks. I couldn’t stop smiling either it seemed. Her eyes batted open as I felt confused and lost in her.

“You’re staring at me.”

“You’re quite the sight to see. What, am I not allowed to?” She puckered her lips and I bent down to press mine to hers. Her lips tasted of vodka and whiskey, not surprise there.

“I guess, you’re allowed to.” We kissed a few more times before I pulled away. It left her pouting like a twelve year old.

“Babe, you’re - I cannot wait to marry you next week. You know that right?”

“I think I’ve heard that once or twice before.” She sneezed and I couldn’t believe how drunk she was. “Maybe it’s time for bed.” Her eyes began to close.

I lifted her up off the couch and took her up to the bedroom, tucking her into the sheets and getting in myself. “Love you.” I shook my head. “A lot.”

| Harry |

I finished brushing my teeth at around twelve. I had my bachlors party about two days ago and {Y/N}’s bachelorette party is going on as we speak. I worry more about her than she can ever worry about me. When she’s gone past three in the morning I can’t help but let that worrying out. She promised me even though she didn’t need to that she wouldn’t drink. I wasn’t completely distrusting her but - I found it hard to believe that she wasn’t drinking.

Trying to fall asleep around four I still couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes. She’d never been out this late I don’t think, it was making my heart beat and drop every few seconds. I don’t know how long exactly it was after that but {Y/N} opened the bedroom door, setting her things on her side of the bed. She let out a loud, heavy breath which led her to sitting down on the bed and lying down on her pillow - in her clothes and all.

“Baby?” I rubbed her stomach and waited to see if she answered in the darkness.

“Are you still awake?” {Y/N} was wide awake by the sound of it, placing her hand a top of mine.

“Sure, I was getting worried.” I heard her shoes hit the floor with a thud and she turned to me swiftly.

I felt her hands on my cheeks and her lips touch mine. “Don’t worry about me honey.” Our lips kept moving together and it was inevitable to stop. I loved her too much, all that had been in my head lately was her.

“How was it?” I felt her lips on my neck, giving kisses here and there probably waiting till I wasn’t talking any longer. “Your bachelorette party?”

“Fine, a lot of fun. No you, no sex - not my idea of a party.” I chuckled, closing my eyes as the kisses kept coming.

“Sounds like it was something.”

“Can’t tell you the details but I’m not drunk, like I promised.” We both laughed, she was tipsy so she wasn’t lying. When I made her get up and change into pajamas her eyes were bloodshot. Didn’t need to know the details only that the worrying was all for nothing.

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In Distress - Niall horan

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“How was it?” It was horrifying, that’s only to say the least. “How terrible was it, I know that sigh Niall.” Harry had become my person, always here for me as I was for him. We both thought that after the break which led to another tour and another break that then led to nothing more. After that we both thought that none of us would stay close. We were both right, we all drifted apart until Harry and I made an effort.

I removed my watch and rubbed my wrist where it had been for hours on end. “I don’t understand anymore. I found what I wanted and they walked out on me then I’m stuck looking for nothing.” I tried to relax my face but I was more confused than I had ever been.

“Want my personal opinion?” Harry sounded more than overjoyed for me to hear him speak.

I sighed and Harry laughed, “I know I can’t stop you from saying it.”

“You should have called her, {Y/N} that is. I firmly trust that things could have turned around if you had taken, given her some time and then tried to make it better. I know you tried to make it better between the two of you. Yet - {Y/N} was always stubborn, at least that’s what you said. Call her, do something about it now, she’s had time.”

I’d heard it all before, I used to not want to hear about it but Harry always had his ways. I have taken so much time trying to forget her. “Niall, there’s no use in doing this to yourself. At least talk to her once and test the waters again.”

“What do you know about testing the waters?” I scoffed, glad he couldn’t see the expression on my face.

“I think you forget I chased a college student because I fell in love with her. Now I’m married to her because I didn’t give up when she did.”

“When you’re right I kind of want to punch you in the face.” I chuckled, ending the conversation and taking the time to think about what Harry had mentioned.

I had at heart adored {Y/N} more than anyone could. I felt a little obsessive but it wasn’t like that, I just wanted her and I couldn’t be thin about it. We are the same age which means we’ve both been around the same amount of time. The only thing it doesn’t mean is that we haven’t been through the same things. That’s not even the biggest deal, I find that just being together was enough. We equaled each other out per say. We’d talk time and time again, describing things that had happened to one of us and how it affected us after. She was the person I talked to that understood me even when, “I don’t quite understand,” was the case.

I’d let her slip away over a little fight that was honestly one of the worst fights of my life. I can’t go over it in my head anymore, I’ve tripped myself out over it too many times. I tried to explain to her the mistakes that should have never happened. {Y/N} was stubborn, didn’t take the apologies and didn’t give any. As time went on I just didn’t have any more time - will to fight.

The following week I decided to take a chance and talk to her one last time. See if there was someone’s mind I could change. I went over about a trillion times how I would talk to her. Nonetheless I forgot the day I wanted to change her mind, how I would do it. I wasn’t sure if my approach was ideal but how perfect can this thing be?

I walked into {Y/N}’s restaurant she had spent years creating. She used to ask me which interior layout I liked more or what types of food I thought would fit more with the feel of the whole restaurant. Standing in front of the restaurant I knew that I had made the right choice coming to talk to her. The worst thing that could happen now is that she’s not here.

I opened the door, the restaurant nearly packed for the lunch rush. It was the kind of rush where everyone was already settled and nobody else could really come in. I walked up to the counter where you could only order take out. I saw her, saw her {Y/H/N} hair and felt a little rush of angst. “What can I get you?” She came up to the counter but was distracted by what looked to be order receipts.

“What would you recommend?”

“Hm are you asking what my favorite thing is or just something I’d recommend. Because I own the restaurant and I couldn’t recommend anything in particular, honestly.” She looked up at me and it took her a second. When she recognized who I was {Y/N} blinked a few times and bit her lip. “Or maybe you just haven’t been here in a while and want to know if I still have your favorite.” I shrugged waiting for the right moment to speak.

“Well, I didn’t exactly come for your food.” {Y/N} looked down trying not to smile.

“Know what -”

“Your birthday? I know, why wouldn’t I?”

“Why are you here if you aren’t here for my five star food?” She shrugged this time, leaning a bit forward over the counter to look behind me. “Whatever it is you have about ten, fifteen minutes that’s how long you have before there are some more customers I have to take care of because my servers are all on the floor.”

“Deal, right here?”

“Right here.” She took a few steps to the right, tapping the bar area (that wasn’t actually a bar) with her index finger nail.

I sat down before her - I had never seen her this interested before. As if she were going to pry her eyes out of her sockets just to hear what I wanted to say. “First of all I’d like to say that Harry chased this college girl for what seemed like the longest. I never thought they would actually end up together but he didn’t stop. Harry’s a little relentless but it got me off my ass to come speak to you. I should have been a little persistent myself. You’re my person {Y/N}... The person that I speak to and tell everything. I try so hard to please everyone and the one time I didn’t give you my all, you took that as me giving up. You aren’t used to not gaining and when you told me that, I didn’t think that meant that I wasn’t something to gain for you. I’ve always loved you and wanted you more than I’ve ever complained of you or with you.”

“Most of that spiel was in present tense.”

“You’re not getting the point. -”

“I got the point.” {Y/N} shook her head for a second vigorously. “I fucking -” she stopped herself, turning to look back into the kitchen.

“So you know that all I just said, that it is completely true?”

{Y/N} didn’t say a word for quite some time. “You know you’re using up this fifteen minutes, not to be rude…” I muttered. Then she laughed at my response, giggling out of it.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” She tried to busy herself by organizing order receipts before her as she was when I walked in.

“I want you to be honest, that’s what I came here for.”

“You came all the way here and faced me just for honesty? -”

I nearly broke down she was pushing me into a zone I didn’t want to be in. “I didn’t come here to get what I want. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but not everyone gets what they want, they get what they didn’t bargain for. I came here for you to tell me what you think, I need closure if that’s what it’s come to.” I had verbally pushed her back a step. The look on her face, I had never seen before. I knew I might have crossed the line but I didn’t give a crap about what I said - I meant it. “And I meant every damn word of that.”

“Alright you want honesty so bad?!” She leaned in close to my face - half whispering and half yelling. “I am easy to fight with, that’s just how I am Niall. I’ve thought and thought about that fight for nights on end. But I hope you fucking know I’ve gotten my ass over it. I’ve gotten my ass over you and I hope that you know that and get that through your thick skull. I wish I wasn’t sorry but I am because you treated me better than anyone can. But I cannot go backwards from where I have gotten myself. Don’t come into my restaurant and challenge me Niall Horan. -”

“Thank you, {Y/N}. Exactly what I needed.” I smiled stiffly, sophisticated and in that moment began to put it all behind me. “Thanks.”

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| Niall |

“I need you around more.”

“I’m always around what are you talking about?” I was confused with how {Y/N} greeted me once I got back from golfing with Harry. I tried to subconsciously think of a reason why she was about to scream at me. The way she looked sad the second I walked into the bedroom and the way she rolled her eyes at my response.

“No you’re not that’s a joke!”

“{Y/N}, I’m here right now. You were the one who told me to go out and spend some time doing something else. All I’ve been doing the past few months is spend time with you, get things ready and read baby books.” I smiled fairly, “and I’ve loved every second of it all. It sounded like you just wanted some time to yourself.”

“You’re taking my words and turning them into some sweet paragraph.” She spat, shaking her head as well as rolling her eyes.

“Do you hear yourself? You’re overwhelmed with whatever you’ve been doing today and I’m the first person you’ve seen - the first person to take something out on.”

“That is not true! I -”

“Think about it.” I rubbed the sides of her arms trying to get her back to herself. “{Y/N}, I was gone for what, three hours? I told you I’d be home at seven and it’s six fifteen. Baby I’m right here and if you have to tell me anything I’m right here. You just have to calm down and think for a few minutes first.” She nodded but it looked hard for her. If there was any sure thing about {Y/N} it was that she always wanted to be right, had to be. This pregnancy was just sucking all the life it took to be right out of her.

| Louis |

“Don’t you dare turn this around on me. We both made the order it isn’t all my fault. You can never take any responsibility. Keep telling me you think everything that goes wrong, even the slightest thing, is my damn fault.” I had accidentally busted Louis’ ‘calm bubble’ as I call it. He’s always stayed calm for me even when we’re fighting. Though being pregnant seems to make me a little more prone to egging on the fights and sometimes wanting to win them.

“I told you to double check everything! Instead of ordering two sets of the same sheets you accidentally ordered two fucking breast pumps! I know I wouldn’t have made that mistake.”

“Are you just wanting me to not interfere with this whole pregnancy? I’m your fucking husband and you’re treating me like shit.”

I let out a harsh, hoarse breath, clenching my fists. I had never been good with anger. When I got pregnant my doctor told me my anger meds might be bad for the baby. No matter how many times I tell him how hard it is he complains and it all turns into this. “I’m not, fighting anymore.” I began to walk away and he just huffed now in the other room.

I took a few minutes to calm myself down and nibble on some fruit and drink some water. About twenty minutes Louis’ walked in and grabbed himself a glass of water as well. “I’m not going to fight anymore either. But something has seriously gotta give. You can’t be mad at your husband be mad at the computer or something…” I didn’t have anymore energy with this baby inside me for the day to say anymore.

| Liam |

“I don’t think I can do this, that is what I’m saying! I’m admitting that I’m bloody afraid of everything.” You’d think that saying that would have calmed him down but nothing gave. He only looked at me, blinking every so often.

I waited and looked at him. After hours and hours of fighting and fighting he had nothing to say? “Say something you bastard.” I hissed and he perked up in another sort of anger.

“Bastard? That sure is making things better. I knew this would make things worse.”

“What would make things worse, getting me knocked up!? That what you're regretting!?” We both stood before each other only feet away from each other's faces. “Are you regretting me?”

“You keep bringing the most absurd things to the table. First of all we had issues before this baby. I wanted to make you happy because it wa something we both wanted and agreed on! I could never regret you and don’t you fucking dare {Y/Full/N} say that to me again. You know for a fact that even asking that is bullshit.”

I had my arms crossed as he had never looked more offended in his life. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Of course you didn’t mean it, you’re trying to hurt me. I get it.” He rubbed his forehead with a chest expanding sigh. “I love you but I think it’s needed that we just forget this.”

“I’m still going to pitch fits.”

“Well then fuck, we’ll get through em.” Liam smiled sweetly, cocking his head to the side just slightly.

| Harry |

“You’re stressing me out.” {Y/N} made a sound that she was about to cry but she only scrunched her face up in anger. We truly were fighting about nothing - just fighting because we’ve been overpowered by this pregnancy.

I was sick of fighting but had a craving for fighting. {Y/N} and I barely ever fight for the reason that we don’t have anything to fight about. Everything is usually, the way we both want it. Sure we get a little annoyed here and there, it’s common. Yet fighting seems like it should be happening more and more. Her mother told me the last time she was here that we’d fight during this pregnancy. I only told her I didn’t believe her - {Y/N} and I have nothing to fight about.

“Does it look like I’m meaning to?”

“Well Harry, you did pick the fight.” Her annoyance level was through the roof and the way she laughed through her words did threaten me slightly. “What are we even fighting about?”

For a few minutes we just gave each other angry looks that tended to soften with as the minutes ticked on. “I actually, uh - I don’t remember.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight. This baby of mine,” her hand was directly on her bump. “And I are going to get a good night's rest thank you very much mister.” Then {Y/N} walked upstairs and turned all the lights off.

“That’s fair.” I pouted.

| Zayn |

“Why are you telling me this I already know.”

“You weren’t actually listening to me!” I took a few deep breaths after closing my eyes tight. This baby in my belly will not stop kicking me as hard as they can. As well as I throw up everything I try to eat. Nothing seems to be going too well for me right now.

“I am listening.” Zayn stood coming towards me with a worried look. “You need me to go pick you up some medicine and food because the baby is making you throw up everything you’ve tried to eat these last twenty or so hours. I’m always listening darlin’.”

I took another large breath as he stayed put before me, waiting for a response. “You were listening. Thank you.” I felt terrible for yelling at him, putting my anger out on my husband. “I’m sorry.” I barely didn’t even whisper.

“Don’t be sorry I bet I’d be twice as bad if I were the pregnant one.” Zayn grabbed his keys from the hook and found the house key. “Don’t break anything while I’m gone.” He warned, motioning his hands as if he were telling me to calm down.

“Leave before I throw something at you.”

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Oblivious - Harry Styles

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“Damn - you feel so, bloody good.” I growled above her, in her ear trying to get kisses in. They would only land on the corners of her mouth or near her nose. I was drowning so vigorously in her body. Her perfume was eucalyptus and mint leaves. She essentially submerges herself in this perfume once or even twice a day. I find it hard to complain to her of how strong she smells because every time I see her or touch her I just want her in ways I can’t express outside my mind.

{Y/N} pulled the sheet and comforter up, trying to grip it, pulling it gently up my back again. Her legs were open perfectly for me to find between them. I press my heartbeat to hers, feeling the thumping from her body and feeling some kind of bliss from the outside in. Every few seconds I’d hear the bed hit the wall and her whimpers filling my ears. When I heard any kind of sound leave her mouth I found - find it impossible to think. All I do is stare at her, call out her name, fuck her harder, kiss her frantically and all beyond that.

I thought she was trying to pull the sheets up because she was cold but she was only trying to kick her legs out of the sheets. Leaving it on my back and her bare, freshly shaven legs rubbing against me through the two layers of sheets. Her hair was fanned out above her, hair covering the pillowcase so well I couldn’t remember what color it was. I pulled out till my tip was the only part of me inside her. Then pushed in with all my strength and felt her clench around me that sweetly followed by my name in her voice or profanities.

“Oh..” {Y/N} took a large breath, blinking slowly and sliding her hand over by back. I wanted more of her even though I had nearly all of her. She moaned loudly, whispering things I couldn’t distinguish. I pecked her lips, wanting to suck on them but not allowing myself.

She has few rules we both must follow. One, minimal kissing so our lips don’t turn crimson. Two, no love bites, or biting in general. Three, no scratching cause it leaves marks and scars. Fourth, no voice straining - be quiet. Five, “fuck me hard and follow my rules.” I find it incredibly sexy just thinking back to when she set those rules in place. Told me that if I bothered to not follow them this thing between us would be over faster than it started. On special occasions we will break a rule or two but that just results in a longer period of nothing for myself and her.

“I’m so tired, I’m sorry.” She apologized but we were both overly exhausted. Taking care of our kids and both of us work. Our breaks individually are the only times we can sneak around. A lot of our friends between the two of us believe that we’re married to each other. Ha! I fucking wish - both of us are married to completely different people. It’s a long story but anyways I don’t think I’ve ever had better sex than the sex I have with {Y/N}.

I kissed her once or twice. “I think we’re both awfully tired.” We both sound like appalling people, sneaking around and cheating on our spouses. I’m not saying we aren’t. When I was just married I asked myself what I had just done to myself. I met {Y/N} when that first year trouble started. My wife seemed as if she didn’t want anything to do with me during that time. I’m either convinced she was cheating on me or just wanted me around because she needs someone. After that, things got better with my wife but {Y/N} was persistent. Telling me that from everything I had ever said to her - I was unhappy with my life. I began sleeping with {Y/N} and it was hard to believe the sex could be better with anyone other than {Y/N}.

{Y/N} and I got in a huge fight about me getting a divorce from my wife. I couldn’t do that to her but, {Y/N} claimed I was breaking her into little pieces by staying married. We stayed away from each other for months and then a year and then two. I craved her body every single time I got bored, angry with my wife, upset for no good reason - I wanted {Y/N}. About a week or two after it had been two years of silence {Y/N} invited my wife and I to her wedding. I was so wrapped up with anger I found her before she left for her honeymoon and we both just yelled and screamed at each other. I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone could hear us but nobody mentioned a thing.

A few months after that I got my wife pregnant on purpose. I had been having some problems, wanting kids and feeling sad about it. She was ecstatic about it, she’d been wanting kids for the longest time, while I was second guessing this marriage. We had the most delicate baby girl and when she was born I was at a complete loss of words. It was if we were competing because neither of us were speaking, {Y/N} and I.

“I love you.” She whimpered, her orgasm sending these little pops of energy coming out of her off of her.

“I love you.” I kissed her lips again and managed to trail her neck with little kisses that would fade seconds after I remove my skin. I thrusted into her slowly watching her facial features closely. The way she tried to speak but was too overwhelmed to do so was breathtaking for me.

An hour later she slipped her dress back on, kissing me before and after it was tight against her skin. “I don’t see how Gemma lets us do this.” {Y/N} huffed, climbing off the bed and slipping her heels on.

“Well let’s see - I’m her younger brother, she hates my wife and loves you.” She gripped her hair up to place through a ponytail holder.

It was snowing outside and for the past few months we’ve been sneaking around. Gemma has been pushing us into a relationship for even before these months. We fool around in her spare bedroom and everything is perfectly fine. We talk a lot of the time about what we’ll do then we sleep together and decide we won’t do anything. It’s a routine we could call it but it’s beginning to be the one thing we’re trying to change.

“What are we going to do?” she handed me my own shirt and then kissed me quickly.

{Y/N} shrugged, “nobody suspects anything. I know that if they did I would have already heard shit about it.” I chuckled sliding the shirt on and hearing her sigh. I stood before her, her eyes watching my every move. I only grabbed my jeans and put them on, buckling my belt. “We’re awful people - tearing apart our own families.” {Y/N} began pacing quickly back and forth, her words coming out of her mouth faster than she could think of words to say.

“{Y/N}, calm down.” I pulled her to between my legs. “Yes we’re terrible people because I’m cheating on my wife and you’re cheating on your husband. But I’m in love with you.” She began to pull away from me but I could only pull her back to me. “You know I mean it!”

“That’s the thing! You mean it and I get so overwhelmed with the fact that you love me and my husband doesn’t show me this affection I’m so used to with you.”

“Why are you with him!?”

“Why are you with your wife?!” She screamed right back at me. “I don’t know what to do {Y/N}. I haven’t been meaning to ruin anything.”

“We haven’t been doing anything about it so why change that now. I need to pick my son up from preschool, I’ll see you later baby.” {Y/N} ran her thumb over my cheek and then kissed me ever so slowly and it lingered for a minute or so. {Y/N} might be everything I’ve wanted, however I think we’re not just screwing each other - we’ve screwed ourselves. But it’s worth it, it’s worth it to me.

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High Rise - Harry Styles

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Between the two of us Harry dislikes these benefits more than I do. We both have to attend them which usually is a tad unsettling. We always watch each other from across the room, undressing the other in our own minds. I regularly have to speak to my people and be flaunted around to those I don’t know. While he makes his way around to his own people in his own fashion, making sure that we can always lie our eyes on each other - constant eye contact. That’s what makes these benefits in New York or wherever we may be, just a morsel tolerable. This particular night has been no different. Finding doorways that see through to one another. Where each of us can stand in to get a slight sight.

“Don’t drink too much.” I grabbed myself a glass of champagne once I managed to wrestle my way out of the tremendous amount of people. Harry turned to me, rolling his eyes at me in the process.

“Why not drown myself in alcohol?” He was referencing the party in general - it being too unbearable for him it seemed.

“Because I will not, sleep with a drunk man.” Harry only smiled, being terribly sexy without even trying. He took his index finger, placing it under my chin. Raising my chin up towards him - gingerly pressing our lips together.

“Don’t you agree you’re a tad addle?”

“Are you inferring that I am in a state of mentalness? I’ve had three drinks now. Do you not sleep with tipsy women?” He stood with one foot between my legs and the other on the outside of my right foot.

I had combed his hair back for this benefit earlier in the hotel room. His hair was still holding up even with the frequentness of him running his hands through his locks. My legs had been slung around either side of his body as I did his hair for him. Harry held the palms of his hands on my knees the whole time. I had pulled his head back so I could press our lips together from time to time. It was hard for me to not kiss him anytime I saw him. “When you put it that way... Though {Y/N}, I make an exception for my wife.”

“We’re not married just yet.” Harry shook his head minimally.

“We’re getting married in less than a week.”

Harry is a serious man with a playful side that shows at times. When it comes to sex he’s anything but comical. Harry let his body get closer to mine, closing any bit of area between my body and his. At times his seriousness can send me into a frenzy and sometimes get the better of me. I’ll rely on him when I don’t even need to. I’ll become so needing of sex with him and I just won’t know what to do with myself. Harry licked his lips as his eyes followed mine. As I thought too much standing here, standing before him I was momentarily at a loss for words. 

Harry didn’t say anything he only grabbed the glass of champagne from my grasp and walked off towards his people. I could only take a breath and watch him walk off. His hips waved from side to side slightly as I watched. I find it crazy how a look can do things to you - just one look. Before he began speaking to his people he turned to where he’d just come from. Tipping his glass to me with a sweet, sly smile thirty or so feet away from me. I only dragged my thumb down my bottom lip not even knowing what emotion I had upon my face.

“Damn you.” I excused myself from the party off to the restroom to freshen up promptly.

As I reapplied my lipstick one of Harry’s good friends walked in. She shook her hair out of the ponytail holder and removed her heels at the cushioned bench in the large bathroom. I wasn’t quite sure if I was supposed to speak and spark a conversation or just let a silence stiffen the room even more than it already was. At first she only freshened up herself as I applied more powder that had faded throughout the night. “Have you two had any sex yet?” Did I mention she was a sex blogger?

“What do you mean?” I knew exactly what she meant. Now that I think about it - would she put anything I say into one of her posts, if I were to? I don’t think I want my sex life labeled in some article.

“He looks at you as if he’s never seen you naked. Have you had sex with him?”

“You know.” I didn’t look at her only at myself in the mirror. I tried hard not to let my impulsiveness get the better of me and kept a neutral look.

“I don’t want to post anything that you tell me. I’m only curious and that’s what strangers are for.” She giggled with a polite tone to her voice. “So,” she shrugged, “let me be curious?”

“We’ve slept together before.” I said at a hushed whisper. Then she gave me this look that I had lied to her and she knew. “We’ve had a lot of sex.” This time I said a little louder.

“Your wedding is going to be beautiful. I just wanted to make you a little less nervous… You should see the way he looks at you. Have a wonderful night.” I was beyond confused with what had just happened. Do I look like I’m getting cold feet? Do I look like I need reassurance?”

I finished up quickly, nearly running into someone on my way out of the bathroom. The person I quickly apologized to grabbed my waist and turned me around hastily. Harry smiled, kissing my forehead. “Think we’ve been here long enough, don’t ya think?” He looked over me at the doorway behind me. I only nodded walking beside him out to retrieve our coats.

Harry slipped my coat onto my shoulders after letting me slide my arms through the sleeves. Once I was ready to go, we were gone. As we walked back to the hotel Harry walked close to me the entire time. Looking at me every few seconds, his hands in his pockets and his thumbs on the rims of those pockets.

We always stayed at different hotels in New York and this one was in the largest high rise I had ever been in. Saying the building was sleek, clean and gorgeous would be an understatement. We were on one of the top floors which allowed Harry to only stare out the windows for hours.

In the elevator Harry watched the numbers go up, swaying forwards and backwards. I stepped over to him, trying to catch his attention as the elevator worked. He kept watching the numbers dial up. I loosened his tie and undid it - slowly pulling it off. I folded the tie and hung it in his coat pocket after. The doors opened as I slid my hand around to the back of his neck. He looked down at me with no particular expression across his face. “Come on Harry, lighten up.”  

“Lighten up?” Harry dipped down to kiss me in the middle-way of the elevator but I tuned fast.

I began taking steps backwards into the hallway. Harry followed me, pulling the key out of his wallet and opening the door which allowed me to back right into the room. Harry kicked the door closed trying to pull my hips forward to him but I kept a foot or three between us. We looked at each other - undressing each other with our eyes again.

“I can lighten you up. Remove that floor length, black dress. Stoned collar around your neck and the leg cut out from the mid thigh down. Red, suede, platform heels that I want you to kick off so I can dominate, my fiance. Or am I allowed to just dominate my wife?”

“I don’t think anyone can dominate me.” I teased him and reached around my own neck to unlatch the collar of my dress. Harry took a step toward me and his famous smirk played out.  

“You act as if I’ve never touched you baby. What do you think this is?” Harry undid his cuffs lengths and set them with his wallet on some flat surface.

“I think I’m standing in front of an unbelievably sexy man -”

“That just so happens to be your husband?” Harry raised his eyebrow at me.

I only shrugged as he took another step closer. I turned around and he stepped up to take the zipper and slide it down to my ass. Harry slid the sleeves off my shoulder and let it fall down my back and chest. Once I had taken the dress off he only stared at me up and down, smiling sweetly. I shook my hips back and forth. He only came closer, laughing at the slightest. Harry scooped my hair behind my ears with that smile still upon his face. “Remember our deal?”

“Which one?” I pretended once more that I had no idea what he was speaking of.

“That we wouldn’t have sex before we got married? When did we make that deal? Two weeks ago? Now - we’re in New York on a beautiful night and -”

“And we can’t touch each other? Is that it?”

“I’m more than tempted to slide those panties off along with that bra - holding those luscious boobs of yours. Honey, I want to do way more than touch you.” His eyes were big and loving, this sexy energy coming off of him. The curtains covered all of the large windows which left us both in a comfortable darkness - enough to see each others faces.

Harry began removing his dress jacket, then unbuttoning his dress shirt from the bottom up. “If we created our deal, we can break our deal.” I hung the dress over the bed and watched as more and more skin became visible. He had always wanted a ton of tattoos. So far he’s only gotten about six which is quite a bit in my opinion. I was getting lost in his body which was inevitable.

“We should break that deal.” I unhooked my bra from behind, only reaching my hands behind my back. My bra dropped down my shoulders and down my arms, falling beneath me to the floor.

Harry only cocked his head at my boobs and kept the smirk clear. “I want to touch you, all over.” He walked up to me, placing his hand at the bottom of my back and taking his finger again to tip my chin up as he then kissed me. I let our lips connect as we latched ourselves onto the other quickly. Our lips smashed together second after second and it didn’t stop for a good while.

You could hear the sound of sirens going off in New York. The sound of people all at once walking down the sidewalks back and forth. Lights shined on the windows barely noticeable from the other side of the curtains. The ambiance of the hotel room, of kissing Harry and him touching my back, legs and arms was marvelous.

Harry lifted me up and began massaging my ass, my arms holding onto him. I held some of his hair in my fist and began twisting it a little. He walked me over to the wall opposite from the bathroom door and closet. Harry pushed me into the wall, barely leaving breaths between kisses. Soft, boiling kisses from my lips to my neck and he was only pushing me up further against the wall. I combed the loose hairs back and pulled his lip back till his eyes were almost cut off staring at me.

“Your mouth tastes of strawberry.” He growled, skimming his lips over my throat and up to my mouth.

“I might have had a glass of strawberry flavored champagne.” I whispered, banging my head against the wall once in exhaustion. I squeezed my hand between us to his belt and he let me undo his, trying to tug it down with one hand. He rocked his clothed hips against mine. His cock was getting harder as I ran my fingers over the thin underwear material.

He sucked on the crease of my neck and collarbone to bite where my skin was stretched most. Where my skin was set thin yet he kept biting and sucking. I had my legs wrapped around his ass and hips. Grunts and groans muffled by his tongue coming out of his mouth. I wasn’t quite sure what sounds were coming out of my mouth, only that I was making a few sounds that were doing things to Harry. He laid his forehead against mine, his hot breath hitting my mouth as he lowered his lips to kiss me again. I shivered hard, my shoulder blades hitting the pale blue walls.

I held my hand against the side of his face and reached my thumb to trace his pink lips. “I wish you knew what was going on inside my head, exactly.” I watched his lips and not his eyes. I could feel his eyes huge and loving on me as if they were boring into me. Harry stepped out of his dress pants and kicked them along with his shoes that nearly got caught in the pant legs. I imitated his tattoo with my fingernail of the boat on his arm, closing my eyes and once more lying my head against the pale blue wall.

“Should we be breaking this deal, you sure?” Harry second guesses himself on rare occasions but as I said he has always been serious when it comes to sex. Then it comes that he second guesses himself during sex - well just before sex - I’ve never heard of it.

“If this wasn’t a good idea I don’t think that we’d be here.” I felt him pull my leg up so his hand was against the wall and my leg over his arm. Then he did the same with my other leg, holding me up and against the wall.  

Harry whispered sexy little things and words into my ear, leaning into me deeper. I did as he asked and folded his underwear down off of his ass and the two of us together managed to pool his underwear down at his feet. I took a breath and swallowed hard feeling his cock against my ass and thigh. Receiving that feeling Harry was giving me wasn’t allowing me to process any words aloud or, in my head.

“Tell me what you're thinking {Y/N}.” He hadn’t pushed into me, only clutching onto my legs holding me up perfectly still. I only nodded a little crazily unable to process a single word or thought to tell him. “Don’t think to hard, you might burst.” I knew why he did it, widening my eyes at his response. I was close to finding a response, him pulling me out of the sexiness of it all..

Harry pushed into me with a grunt that could send chills down any spine. I couldn’t respond because he wanted me to say something and curse his name when he pushed in. “Harry.” I smashed my lips into his hard as he began pushing in and out of me. I held my hand against his shoulder blade, having to slide my finger tips over his sharp shoulder blade. My other hand was against the wall behind me, hearing my own nails scratching against the wall sounding as if I were leaving marks.

The sweat on our chests was mixing together, my boobs pressing into his chest and his sweat coating my hard nipples. I arched my chest, snapping my hips back and slowly maneuvering them against his hips bone. “Make sure you leave,” I slammed my head against the wall. His lips were a strong ruby color as he removed them from mine. “A mark.”

“I don’t know what your wedding dress looks like.” He panted, crashing and smashing his cock into me like we kissed, without any breaths to take.

I squeezed his right love handle and felt push after push of his cock into my pussy. “Then I guess you’ll have to blindly mark me and hope nobody notices.”

“Oh fuck {Y/N}, baby girl.” It was if I was just perfectly fitting into his arms, his warmth soaking into my body that already felt like it was on fire. “I’m finding it awfully hard to stop fucking the life out of you.”

“Fuck me harder, faster baby.” I encouraged him with what I could think up in the little time I had. All of the hotness, sweat and words clouding my thought process. Harry’s hips hit as far in as they could to mine. “Harry, Harry uh-uh-huh…” I felt the power of the strong, quick, powerful thrust beating right into me. He lifted my body and then slammed my body against the wall again. I felt his tip hit the upper roof of my pussy over and over which sent what my idea of electricity was through me. “You fucker why are you so good at this? How are you so good at taking the life out of me?”

Harry was on the verge of orgasming by the way he took quick, sharp, breaths. The way he depended all of his weight on me. Leaning into me till our heads were side by side. I could feel his chest expanding into me and his words all sounding the same. “Good god,” Harry panted sounding exhausted. His ass tightened as well as his legs and he swallowed hard and deep. Two more thrusts and he would be out. Though I was wrong, it was five thrusts and he orgasmed. He gasped loudly and didn’t exhale for a few seconds, standing here - holding me with his mouth own in euphoria. “{Y/N}.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head for a few minutes we sat still.

It all happened so quickly, Harry pulled me off the wall, letting me get my own footing on the floor. I thought I might burst with an orgasm being set on my own two feet. I sat down, lying down on the floor and taking a few deep breaths. I was so close to my own orgasm it would be such a waste to let it go. He got on top of me, infusing his middle and ring finger into my drowning pussy. I didn’t expect for him to have the least bit of energy it was already off that he orgasmed before me. I guess this night really was needed - all that’s odd is happening and it couldn’t be better.

“Harder.” I held both of my hands on his forearm that was using to hold himself up. He did as I asked before I could get all of the one word out of my mouth. “I’d say I was near but I’m sure you can feel that pulsing as well.”

“Sure can honey.” Harry smirked, biting his lip as well - his tongue just barely between his teeth as he spoke. I pushed my foot up on his foreleg, not trying to push against him but so the angle would benefit. Harry fingered me faster, his thumb adding ten more pounds of pressure onto my cilt. “Fucker.” I cursed, my eyes batting constantly at him. Trying to look him in the eye but finding it hard to keep my head up, I could only arch my back that’s the lack of energy I contained.

“UH.” I squealed immediately as I felt myself cum. It’s weird because I don’t think women actually feel themselves cum. We only lie still or with our legs tight as this pulsing begins. Beating and him always watching, thinking he did something wrong. I’d never had a toe curling orgasm but I didn’t think they existed. I knew that Harry induced orgasms happened though and I sure as fuck was a lucky woman.

Harry then began kissing all over my stomach as if he knew exactly where the pulsing was coming from. “Honey?” I asked a few times not receiving any response.

“We already broke the deal, no more.” He pecked my lips as we laid before the end, bed bench.

“Fuck you.” I hissed, taking his hand and holding it because either we didn’t mind lying on the floor or were too exhausted to get up and into the bed.

“I love you too baby.” He swooned, batting his eyes at me, tightening his grasp on my hand.

“That party took the life out of me.” I sighed, with the most exhausted sound I’d ever produced.

Harry only looked at me absolutely offended. “Ya don’t say.” He rolled his eyes.

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Sure to Impress - Harry Styles

Chapter 1 of 12 • “Sure to Impress” 

Summary - Harry is a boutique owner in New York which he fled to due to unmentionable reasons… He’s mentioned opening up a new shop and has some trouble finding the right people to help him with just that. Harry has had a tremendous amount of mental trouble though his life and new people aren’t his forte. When the new store manager looks like she’s slithering her way into his life, always a step ahead of him he has no idea what to do. Maybe he’s just thinking too hard or maybe it’s just her.

A.N. New 12 part series! This is fully adapted from my own work - Company Policy and Company Policies. The smut will be different and there will be more as well as little details that are different. Enjoy and feel free to ask any questions or share your opinion of it. xoxo

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“I need a new manager. One that actually cares about managing a shop… I understand that I shouldn’t care this much. I was pushed - quite roughly - into the whole business thing. It’s a wonderful business but, I can’t seem to be able to control it - find the right people to help me control it. What if this new store is a total bloke? Maybe it will be - maybe I’m the bloke.”

“Mr. Styles?” I shook from my assistants small, high voice that was calling for me. She never seemed to make a sound when asking me question or when we were in the same room. Or if she was only doing her work she was as silent as can be.

I turned quickly to her, pulling my dress jacket off my chair and buttoning it. “Something wrong?” If there was another thing for sure she always seemed to be afraid of me despite my anxiety, my mental issues and well - me. She never over spoke or spoke out if she thought against something.

“There’s a new list of possible managers for the new shop. Would you like to see the list or would you like to see the person face to face?”

“How many are here?” I perked up hoping after all those people I listened to, all those people who were only trying to convince me of something they aren’t. Maybe there would be one person I seemed to like off this list.

“There’s only one. One of the head stylists at Candie’s. Gwyneth mentioned that you two had never met before when she sent me the list, if you could even call it that.” As the words spilled out of her mouth she only got quieter.

“Have you met her?” I bit the inside of my mouth hoping she could tell me about this person.

She shook her head no, “no sir. She is working today though if you’d like to meet her.”

“Do you have her name in memory?”

“Her name is (Y/First & Last/N).”

“Fine then. Thank you.” It’s an unexplainable feeling when you want something to work out so badly. Maybe I’ll have to choose someone I think is unsuitable for my shop. Now that would be the real tragedy…

I made my way out of the New York office, making it to the main store - Candie’s. My mum named it when I pitched the boutique idea to her those years ago. Now I can’t even think of a single name for the new store. Maybe this new stylist, (Y/N) I think it was, will be able to suggest some ideas. As I thought deeper into my mind and approached the store I noticed the hustle and bustle. It was busy as usual - women and men making their way into and out of the store in the quickest fashion - you wouldn’t believe it.

After managing to get into the store, I found myself in the office that looked over the whole store - well rather a part of the store. I firstly saw Gwen at the end of the huge conference table. She seemed to always be doing paperwork, more than myself. Once she noticed me her eyes lit up and she began taking which was never rare. All she ever did was talk which was a pet peeve of mine - too much talking - considering how quiet I am. “Didn’t know you’d be in today. Anything wrong?” I opened my mouth to speak but she went on. “Did you want to meet her?”

“No.” I made a face trying to say, “don’t make a fuss.” I just wasn’t in the mood.

“You’re mistaking my incompetence for simply the way I am. I don’t know her therefore I don’t feel comfortable meeting her in a crowded shop.”

“In your own shop?”

“Give me her files - she’s probably busy being a stylist or whatever anyways…” I was handed her slim file and resume and dug in straight away.

There was no picture, leading to I had no idea what she might look like. She had made it through college with perfect attendance and grades anyone could want. Not that grades evidently matter in the fashion world. Everything else she had done made her sound like a reasonable candidate for the position. I honestly didn’t know what to look for. Before, meeting those other women and men they told me what I needed to know. What was so special about this women?

“She’s twenty-three?” I pouted my lip out, nodding - a little taken back.

“Isn’t younger, better when it comes to fashion?”

“Some fashion is becoming bullshit.”

“Trust me she’s all elegance and sex.”

“If you say so.” I piled up all of the papers and gave them back.

Gwen shrugged, “want to meet her now?” She looked out of one of the windows that looked out over the store. “The store usually slows down around four and it’s nearly five.”

“No. Thank you.” I felt a rush of heat eating away at my chest and back. “That’s all I needed.”

“At least walk around down there, see how she works?”

“Maybe…” I shrugged noticing still, a great deal of people.

About thirty minutes later I went around the shop ecstatic that everything was always in line and well, beyond compare. Someone held up with black heeled boots that were perfectly sexy stood in front of a rack that held maroon colored, leather jackets. Her hair was braided tightly with thick side bangs framing her face. She seemed to not need any help so I just moved myself along. Usually if I stop by I’ll help someone or a few people out but today since it is the holidays - people know what they’re looking for and get out.

The girl looked about nineteen, when I took another look at her. I finished making my round through the shop and ended up at the stairs to the upper part of the shop. Gwen was waiting for me to finish up, a bright smile slapped across her face. “What do you think of her?”

“I didn’t see her. Or rather I didn’t see anyone who looked like a stylist…” I shrugged once more not really having any other response lined up.

“The one at the self-standing rack of leather jackets?” Gwen’s tone sounded as if she were utterly confused. “I think you walked right past her.”

“I believed she was a customer.” For a few seconds the both of us only looked her way, at her. “There’s no way she’s twenty-three. She looks nineteen.” I had to repeat myself twice for Gwen to hear what I said. I used to get pissed when I was asked to repeat myself. Being so quiet I sort of can’t get mad at the other person for wanting to know what I said.

I watched how she worked and was more impressed than I initially began with. She was fast, working with even the rudest and impulsive of customers. Gwen primarily just followed me around as I fixed and advised things I thought needed it. This (Y/N) girl or rather - woman didn’t even know who I was and still exceptional. The people who really strive even if it’s not the most exciting thing are sure to impress.

When I decided to do some paperwork for Candie’s I couldn’t avoid getting sidetracked. As I looked down at what (Y/N) looked like from the office I tried to compare her name to her appearance. “How long has she been working here?”

“Nearly four months, I can check for the exact date -”

“It’s fine. Thank you.” A few minutes flew by as I kept signing and reading document after document. - The man who helped design Candie’s then walked in - Keith. We’ve never really gotten along too well… During one of my “phases” as people call it, we became quite the enemies. That’s another, painful story.

“Didn’t know you’d be here.” Keith tragically spat like a complete child.

“I own the store. I don’t need to announce my arrival.” I ignored what ever the next sentence was that came from his mouth. Finished all of the paperwork and was on my way, avoiding what I could.

I skipped going back to the New York office and went straight to my apartment. I had much more paperwork to do for the new shop than I remembered. I still had no idea what to even do about the name. Let alone any idea if I’d be able to do it alone if it came to it. I had come up with a whole new brand for a whole new store that would have to hold and sell the brand. Who knows if it would actually work, if anyone would even favor the idea of a new location.

“Harry?” My phone rang for a few minutes before I answered it. “I told (Y/N) about the spot, about managing the new shop.”

“Why do you sound like that? Did she say no?” I stood automatically off the comfy, leather couch.

There was a pause and someone’s voice muffled. “No, she was only confused why we wanted her. She said if this was what we wanted and thought she would do -”

“That’s good.” I felt my lip begin to bleed from biting at it. “After going through thirty-three people.”

“And you didn’t even want to meet her.”

“You know her enough. I trust your opinion of her Gwen.” I could visualize her nodding as a response. Forgetting that we were speaking over the phone. “I’ll keep you posted with her since you seem a little close to her…”

“I’ve just seen her grow into an amazing stylist these past few months.”

“Well, we’ll have to see where she takes us.”

“Now - would you like to know exactly what she said?”

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Company Policies - Harry Styles

Company Policy Part Two || Here’s Part One

Word Count - 2936

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I removed his belt, hanging it over the chair and letting him slide his hands under my ass. He was stronger than I expected, his muscles were a lot bigger than I expected. Harry lifted me into his arms, letting me pull his hair together and comb it back as if there were a headband in his hair. His hair smelled of lemons and his skin of lavender. When a man dresses so well there’s no doubt in my mind anymore that they smell of fucking heaven. I ran my natural long, painted baby blue fingernails along his v-line.

I began to inch his dress pants off after he took a two steps back - each step removing a shoe. He still held me up - carried me around the dark living room that was illuminated by a single candle I couldn’t smell. I pulled his hair back so he would lean his head back far enough so I could pull myself up and kiss him deeply. Harry started to slide my long skirt that zipped and let if fall into a pool. I felt a bit of a pinch on the creasing part of my ass, it was his rings - I bet you could ask him what kind of rings he was wearing and he wouldn’t recall without taking a look.

“We shouldn’t.” He rammed his back against the wall and groaned, his eyes fluttering at me as the words drowned him. I dropped my legs down and wiggled out of his grasp. As I turned, pulling him with me by the hand he sighed - annoyance coating his tone.

He pulled himself into my back, turning me around till he was pulling my chin up to mashing our lips together. “You can’t,” more kissing and he was starting to clutch my ass roughly. “That it?” Harry crouched in front of me, moving my hips towards him so my hips and his shoulders were aligned.

The phone began to ring and Harry grasped the couch to take his phone and raise it to his ear. “Hello?” He clutched both of my ass cheeks as I held myself steady with his hard shoulders. “I’ll be by to see it tomorrow. I know the line is just being brought up - I’ll pull a few reps by tomorrow afternoon when the meeting is… Thank you.” He hung up the phone and set it back on the couch.

“Now back to you.” I could see his facial expressions luckily. He held a smirk that could mean a thousand words. “Are you afraid of me? If you’re -”

“I’m not, I promise.” I wiped my thumb over his chin and leaned down to kiss him. “Can’t a girl get a bit nervous?”

“I think you’ve got it wrong,” Harry paused, yanking my underwear down quickly, his rings whipping against my shaven legs. “You’re a woman, darling.”

My breath got caught in my throat as he pulled me as close to his face as he could. Another note - or maybe it’s a question… If a business man dresses well and smells divine, is it safe to assume he’s the biggest sex bomb ever encountered?

His hand made his way between my legs just below my pussy. He made enough space for his huge hand between my legs. I stood in my knee high, white socks that coordinated with my black boots and orange skirt which were both on the floor elsewhere. He cocked his head to the side as I looked down with such intent I believed my eyes could burn a damn hole through his head. Harry slid his tongue against my lips and curled his tongue around the cilt and dipped into my pussy here and there.

I had no idea what to think. I was the kind of - woman - who only had sex, nothing extra. I’d never had this sort of thing which was a tad hard to believe I hadn’t before. I leaned my back over but he only straightened me up again - time after time for what had to of been forty-five minutes. I had to of orgasmed twice, Harry pulling me into his face over and over again relentlessly. “If you keep pulling away from me I don’t know if you want me to stop or keep going.” His laugh was deep and a mix between a chuckle and a disarmed roar with a hoarse tone.

“Kneel on the couch.” I hesitated but went with it. I kneeled on the couch and he harshly dragged his thumb from the top of my spinal cord to my lower-back. Kisses were soaked and hot as they went one by one on my ass and then on my pussy lips. Harry rubbed his hands up and down my calves that were still clothed with my knee highs.

I couldn’t take another orgasm at the moment so I tried to take my power and turn onto my back despite how much of a hold he had on only my calves. When he went to dip his head back up and get more comfortable with his own position I turned. pulling my knees up towards the ceiling and leaning against six pillows he had on the area of his couch. Harry only smirked, the smirk turning into quite the grin. “Can’t take it?” Is it also true businessmen can read anyone’s mind based on their actions and facial expressions?

“Shouldn’t I be saving all this power?” Correction what on earth do I think I’m doing? I leaned back on my forearms as he crawled over me slowly. His hair was fucking wild compared to how it looked when he first opened the door. His boxers were the blackest black and everything about him sent electric waves through me (I’m just glad I wasn’t literal with that one).  I nipped at his lower lip, rubbing my clothed feet against his legs.

Harry pulled his lip from my teeth and I noticed the small bruise on the bridge of his lips. His lips scoured my bony collarbone, holding himself - hovering over my abdomen. My legs were holding onto him and I occasionally rubbed my feet against his calves.

“You didn’t respond to me.” I whispered, combing his hair to one side so I could rest my lips right up against his left ear. The candle began flickering and burned out as I rubbed my hands up and down his sides from just below his under arms and to his hips and… v-line.

“What - what was the question?” He moved back up on his knees and let my grasp drift off of him as he grabbed my thigh and began to kiss the round of my joint that connected my hip to my leg. He sucked hard, leaving a huge love bite and then another that lead to a purple-blue trail up to my hip bone. I hovered my long nails around his boxers elastic edge. The way I looked up at him through my eyelashes made him move closer to me.

“I asked - shouldn’t I have been saving all that power I used on orgasms for something a bit bigger?”

“Hm.” He looked up at the wall behind me. Then Harry lifted me so he could move me back to the very back of the couch and left my head against the wall since I had a longer torso and my head exceeded the height of the back of the couch. I could only smile, spreading my legs a little more as he then yanked me down so I laid flat on the couch as he placed his hands on either side of my head. It all went so slowly letting me smooth my hands over his shoulders then makeout with him again. The obvious in his boxers was edging me on to just rip them off. “All this power can be useful so why don’t we just use it up?”

“What do you have in mind, Harry?” I moaned saying his name in the process - blushing down my chest. My nipples hardened and he only moved his chest back and forth against me.

“I’m not one of those businessmen who have these twisted kinks. I just think I might be horny enough to take all that power.” I took the label oh his underwear from the back and inched to tug the boxers off his ass.

I only squeezed his ass, needing to feel him but only inching towards it. “Am I possibly making you horny?”

“Do I have to say it or can I take all this strength of yours and then cover you in kisses and explain to you how fucking gorgeous you are.” I stopped him as the lovely words floated out of his lips. “I shouldn’t -”

“Will this go anywhere? I work for you.”

“I don’t want this to sound too, uh,” Harry rested his hand under my ass and squeezed. “Stalkish - but I fumble around you. I know this is cliche and stupid - expected. I don’t know how to do relationships I thought if -”

“If you pleased me it would make it easier for you to be more comfortable with me?” I took a minute as he just nodded slowly but stared at me as if he had just screwed this up entirely. “Are you afraid of people?”

Harry only ignored the statement and sucked on my lips. He’d never done this sort of thing - not the sex thing but this kind of seriousness. Sure there was business seriousness but... I pulled his boxers down and he pulled them off throwing them god knows where. His cock was swollen against my abdomen and the blush on his face was the last thing I ever expected to see on him. Such a strong and serious businessman that doesn’t understand because he was probably pushed into the business before he knew he could say no.

I kept kissing him, his hand moving my hair so he could hold the side of my face to makeout with me. I pulled Harry’s cock to my dripping pussy, rubbed his head against my wetness. He pushed into me all on his own, easing into me with a huff.  “Humph.” Harry sounded doubtful but he didn’t look doubtful. I spread my fingers and slid them down his back as I sucked on his lips.

After all of the sex I’ve had over the years it's all just been sex. I couldn’t pick a single night out where I felt special or different from the next. All I could hope was that Harry would make this that one time that differed. Both of our hips were pretty hard against the other, knocking into each other repeatedly. I would have groaned in pain but the repeated knocking of hips was sending other signals to my brain. My hair was bunched up in his fist as his scorching lips connected to every inch of my face - nearly. My lips, my neck, behind my ears and then, underneath my boobs. He slid his tongue under each nipple, then closing his lips around the whole red nub.

I hit my head against the back of the couch roughly and it hurt like a bitch but I kept squeezing his ass and pulled him closer as he fucked me harder. I looked up away from him for two seconds to see the sheer curtains covering the huge windows. The city lights were giving off enough light for me to see the shadows of objects in his high rise living room - to see his shadow. The image of seeing him - his shadow fucking me caused a shaky breath to escape my swollen and bruised lips.

“For fucks sake, you smell fucking great.” I let the words spill out before I thought about how weird they sounded aloud. Harry moaned, dipping his head down and his shoulder blades popping, the lines of his back were moving and the way he was making them move turned me on more than words. I stretched my legs out so he could push into me deeper, get closer. Harry massaged my thighs till his body sort of twitched and he straightened up tall. His back cracked a few times as he looked like he was just getting off a massage table at the spa. Each little crack sent me a little further and a little more after that.

It sent me to some place I couldn’t explain. He rolled over to pull me on top of him, cum dripping out of me onto his chest and down my legs. I took my chance to get up off the couch, huffing a bit of heaving too - I stood in my knee highs looking at him. One of his legs was bent and the other was bent to where his left foot was placed on the floor. We both just stared at each other and a jolt went through me. I pulled him up off the couch with his help and pulled him into me. Harry moved his huge hands behind my head and into my hair to kiss me a few times which turned into about a thousand times. Wrapping my leg around his, I rubbed my leg up and down his.

“I feel like we haven’t done anything yet.” I said between another kiss.

Harry was taken back, “was that supposed to be an insult? I’m offended, I think.” Harry clutched my ass again and kept sucking on my lips.

“I’m trying to hint that you should do more to me.” I whispered, looking in the mirror behind him. Seeing some of his tattoos. He didn’t have much, one here or there. A piece of ivy going up his back and then a butterfly on his chest.

“Maybe you, should do more to me.” He moaned, leaving a teeth gnashing mark on my neck that anyone could see.

“Wait,” I removed my lips from his and sort of dodged his next kiss. “Who’s your rep for the new line opening?” I pressed my boobs against his chest.

“You hopefully? Haven’t thought that part out thoroughly. Why? Is this going to do something between us business wise?”

I laughed nodding my head no. “Look at me, you’ve bruised me to no extend. My lips are swollen and I have rub marks from these knee highs and better yet - we just had sex and it feels like we’ve been having sex for months. Plus, we shouldn’t be having this much sex, we barely know each other.” I went to find my bra on the couch but had trouble finding it even looking through all of the pillows.

“You weren’t wearing a bra.” Harry pulled me around and pushed me against the couch arm.

“Will this complicate things? Having sex?”

“Well I’m not giving up if you think that’s what this is.” Harry sighed, turning me around and pushing me without force over the couch arm. I squealed minimally but I was practically hanging my legs off the couch and leaning on my forearms where we were having sex a few minutes ago.

“Then we can complicate things -” Harry pushed into me from behind, “right now.” I don’t know where the confidence came from but everything kept turning me on more and more second by second. Harry rubbed his hands over and around my hips, digging his fingers into my hips and pulling my hips into his.

“Oh-uh.” Harry moaned and all I could see was his shadow again. I thought I might explode everything was so splendid. I wrapped my feet around each other and held them between his legs.

“{Y/N}.” Harry moaned, straightening his back again, clutching my ass as tight as he could.

“Louder.” I encouraged him.

“What?” Harry moved my hair away from my back and pressed his thumb against my spine again and I couldn’t control myself. Harry kept guiding him into me by my shoulder.

“Moan louder. I think,” I clutched the cushions seeing my fists turning white. “Harry!, moan my name!”

“Uh!” Harry whispered but his voice sounded gravely and scratchy. “{Y/N}, {Y/N}.” Harry yanked at my hips one more time and he came. His hands clutched onto my calves and then began to rub my legs.

My legs twitched, making me tighten my whole body every few seconds. He pulled out and I heard him pull his boxers back on. I stood, shaking terribly but sitting on the arm of the couch. He came along again, standing between my legs as I pulled him down to kiss me. “Let’s complicate things, I’ve only had complicated and I'm sure you can't be that, complicated.” Harry murmured, letting me take over his mouth.

“Mhm. I can be just that.” Harry pushed me back onto the couch and crawled over me, running his hands over my whole body.

The phone began to ring again and I bit my lip trying to ignore it. Harry grabbed his phone and answered it anyways. “I know I said I’d get back to you - I know… I’ll be sending {Y/First & Last/N}. She’s perfect for the new line trust me.” Harry gazed down at me. “Indeed she does, no thank you. Have a good night.”

“I guess some things don’t have to be too complicated.” Harry whispered, his hand in my hair, curling it around his index finger.

“I guess so.” I pressed my lips together but the bruises hurt so bad, so I laughed.

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So wait.. She cheated on him??

Yes ma'am

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Sooner or Later - Harry Styles

Anonymous requested: “will he cheat?”

A.N. I fucking love you anon, truly. 

Word Count - 1669

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“I always have this awful feeling that he’s cheating on me.” I was surrounded by women who had been married way longer than myself but few were married either not at all or less than me. I had always wonder about the things they speak of but they never went any further in my own head. They keep mentioning cheating, divorce and children. I’ve been married for three years, no children and I’ve never worried about cheating - until now.

“{Y/N}.” I heard behind me, turning to Gemma who had her hair tied up in a high ponytail. She had been in this circle much longer and I. She looked worried but aggravated at the same time. “Don’t listen to them,” we walked over across the banquet room they were having the benefit in. “They’ll put ideas into your head you should never worry about.”

Gemma had been married for seven years now and they have two kids - two daughters. I’ve worried about having kids - Harry and I both want kids but we both work a tremendous amount of hours… I feel we’re growing apart but I have also been trying to create more between us. We both thought getting around more people would help, now according to Gemma we should have just stayed back.

“Do you ever wonder if Jonathan is cheating on you?”

“{Y/N}, no, I don’t need to think that. If you’re thinking that Harry is cheating on you, stop. He loves you and never stops talking about how much he loves you. There would have to be a reason -”

“Some men just cheat. They, just cheat on their wives for no good or any reason at all…” I grabbed a glass of champagne and began drinking. “If Harry cheats or cheated on me what would I have done wrong.”

“{Y/Full/N} you shut your goddamn mouth because you’re all bullshit right now. Yeah I’m not saying he won’t because I’m not him and I’m not apart of your marriage. But he’s my brother and he’d be dead if he ever did - not worth your time - trust me.”

I left the benefit with Harry. He had finally gotten some time with his friends that he never did see. With all the travelling to the states and around Europe we did. We drove home in a sort of a silence apart from Harry telling me things him and his friends had talked about. When we walked up to the bedroom he pulled me into his arms and we both began making out. Resting my hands on his neck just below his ears to pull him closer to me. Our clothes were topping the floor and big chair we left in the corner of our bedroom.

“{Y/N}?” Harry hummed, as I pushed the dress shirt off of his shoulders and pulling it off of his lean body.

“What?” I pulled my chest up to him. I had become one of those quiet wives that just wanted sex and never knew how to talk to my husband - didn’t I?

“I fucking love you.” He hummed, pulling my smaller-than-his body on top of him. The warmth of his body soothed me he began rocking his hard hips into mine, attacking my neck with his tongue and hot lips. The more I took him in the more I realized how much I loved him. Harry moaned into my ear and groaned louder and louder.

“I love you too Harry.” I pressed our foreheads together softly - barely touching as his orgasm unleashed.

It was now pitch dark and neither of us were actually asleep, only staring into the darkness. I wanted to talk to him but of course over time I had felt he just knew what I was thinking. Knew me so much that he didn’t have to ask me how I was doing. He doesn’t know though. No matter how much time I spend with someone he’s not going to be able to read my mind even in time. I should just ask him or tell him what I’m thinking.

Another hour passed and I was sure I was a minute away from sleeping but I shook myself away. “Do you ever wonder things will go bad in our marriage?” Harry whispered, resting his lips on my bare shoulder.

“Are you asking me something or telling me?” I wanted to be scared but I only stared into the ceiling. I wanted to cry.

“I’m asking if you actually think I would ever cheat on you?” He sounded pained to ask, as if he thought there was something to worry about, something bigger.

I turned to him, sliding my hands under my face. “Would you tell me? If you ever did?” I scooted closer to his body, letting his hand rest on my hip. “Would you keep it from me because that’s what some men do?”

“I’m not like ‘some men,’ I don’t know. I don’t understand why I’d ever be in that kind of a situation. {Y/N}? If I cheated on you, I honestly don’t know if I could ever look at you again. You would know. For your information baby, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“Gemma told you didn’t you?”

“It’s sort of Gemma’s job.” He nestled into me. “It’s my job to not let you worry. It’s my job to take care of you. It wasn’t only a vow but a promise of my own, you know that.”

What if we had had kids as soon as we got married? Would things have changed? If he cheats on me will it be the end of the world? If I were to ask any woman, “would you go back?” They would look at me disgusted, “that shouldn’t even be a question. Leave the bastard.”

“You cut your hair?” I laughed with a big smile. Harry had gone on a trip for work and when he got home he promised that we were actually going to try for a kid. I was super excited when he told me, edging on more and more of the anticipation.

“Look good?” He wiggled his eyebrows, laughing as he hugged me. His coat was covered in snow and his eyes were bright as if he had just gotten back from detox.

I kissed his lips, pecking more like - “it looks better than I could ever explain, handsome.” I helped him with his bag as he broke into the stories of how amazing New York was.

“Every single night when I couldn’t really sleep and also had nothing else to do I thought about you.” He leaned into me, kissing me sweetly but surely. “I kept thinking of all the ways I could propose to you again for our anniversary… I heard people do that.” He was thinking, looking away from me.

“Did you cheat on me?” I kept wanting to ask. Yet there was no need for it. “I’m so glad you had a good time. Now you get to have fun with me.” I pulled him into the bedroom to help him unpack and make sure that other things happened, as well.

I caught everything he threw and dumped it into the hamper for laundry. He turned to me abruptly, “this can wait. I’ve been craving you and only you for you don’t even know.” His smile fucking lit up the room.

I woke up and the bed was empty, as well as my apartment. There were ten missed calls all from the same person. Sometimes things just happen between two married people and neither of them manage to ever sort out why they ended things - without words.

“C’mon, face me, please.” I read the most recent text. I could only sigh, gathering myself and making up for the lost time I had spent staring at the ceiling.

I made it to the one place we both could meet, trying to make it equal for the both of us. He looked nice, his hair was cut which surprised me. I never actually thought that he would cut his long hair that he loved. I walked up to him but he didn’t greet me in any sort of way. He only sighed and buttoned his dress coat. He told me this was the only chance he was giving me before he went to work in Paris.

“Well, I guess the queen isn’t dead now is she.” He wouldn’t look at me, not a glance.  

But the silence just killed me on the inside. I couldn’t look at him, I could only swallow hard thinking he could hear my nervousness.

“So why did you do it Harry?” I wanted to cry. “Did you do it because I worked up a storm about how I was nervous you would. Because if I didn’t have kids with you, you’d need to find the next person? Some woman that wasn’t me.”

“You expected me to cheat. It’s as if you wanted me to. {Y/N},” Harry shoved his hands into his dress pant pockets. “You wanted me to cheat on you. The second you stopped talking to me as if we weren’t best friends anymore, weren’t married anymore… - I knew you weren’t in love with me.”

“How the fuck would you know that I wasn’t in love with you? How do you know I’m not in love with you now!?”

“You can’t be in love with someone if you cheat on them.”

“So you’re the one that’s not in love with me? I have no idea what you’re trying to challenge me about.” I wanted to cry. I didn’t.

“It shouldn’t have been about, ‘will he cheat,’ {Y/N}.”

I took a step back, offended by him, “what the hell Harry.”

“Should’ve been will she cheat.” He began walking away from me, his stride had more power in it. Then he stopped down the hall, abruptly and turned to me sharply. “And she does.”

So, I began crying.

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