AN: this story came to me suddenly one day and i immediately had to sit down and began writing it so i wouldn't forget how it went in my head. reader technically doesn't say a say a safe word, just stop, but that's technically a safe word, right? also, i'm not too familiar with anxiety attacks so this may not be 100% accurate to how they truly are. lets pretend it is. anyways i hope you enjoy and don't forget to share your feedback. thanks. xoxo
This story contains: anxiety, anxiety attack during sex, safe word, sex, comfort, aftercare
{ dad!harry - husbandrry - softrry - au!harry }
word count: 1,606
You'd been feeling anxious all day, and when night came and you were still feeling that anxiety deep in your chest, you thought sex would be the answer to your problem. You were very wrong.
You'd been anxious all day long. You can't pin point the cause of your anxiety, but as soon as you awoke this morning, you had this pressure in your chest that just won't go away. You've tried to act as normal as possible throughout the day. Not just for your kids, but for your husband Harry. Although he's smart enough to realize when something is bothering you.
As Harry got ready for work this morning and you were busy preparing the kids for school, he'd occasionally steal glances at you. Noticing how labored your breaths were and seeing you shut your eyes tightly to regain your composure when the children became too rowdy. When you both had a brief moment alone before Harry left for work, he asked if you were alright, and you responded that you were just a little tired. Although he had his doubts about your answer, he chose not to press the issue any further.
By the time evening arrived, you still didn't feel much better. Your chest remained tight, and simple tasks were challenging due to your shaky hands. Harry helped with dinner and took over the children's bedtime routines, suggesting that you take a relaxing bath, fully aware your anxiety was still bothering you. You didn't stay in the bathtub as long as you usually would when trying to relax because an idea quickly struck you. An idea that you think might just help your anxious body. You needed an orgasm, and who better to provide it than your husband.
You get out of the bath and quickly dry off. Just as you're opening the bathroom door that leads into your bedroom, you bump into Harry. He finished putting your children to bed and was coming to check on you. "Hey, why're you out already? Told you to relax for a bit."
Clutching the towel around your damp, naked body, you reply, "I know, but I had a better idea." You move past him and drop your towel, before climbing on the bed.
"What's your idea, baby?" Harry questions softly, turning around to follow you over to the bed.
"To help me relax, was thinking an orgasm will do the trick. Want you to fuck me."
Harry wants to laugh at your bluntness, but doesn't because he sees you're 100% serious. Any other day he'd jump at the opportunity to fuck you, but knowing how anxious you were today, he doesn't know if its the best idea. "Baby, I don't know. You sure? You're anxiety has been actin' up all day. Don't know if its the best idea."
You frown from your position on the bed. "Are you saying you don't want to fuck me? Your beautiful wife is laying naked on the bed for you and you're rejecting it?"
Harry steps closer to you and sits on the edge of the bed. "Never said I didn't want to fuck you, baby. Just said I wasn't sure if it was the best idea. But if you're positive, course I want to."
"I want it real bad," you whine, and that's enough to persuade Harry. He locks your bedroom door and turns off the overhead lights, then takes off his clothes. He was going to ask what position you wanted him in, but you're already flipping onto your tummy before he can ask.
Harry climbs onto the bed and kneels behind you. One of his hands helps to raise your body slightly off the bed, while his other hand goes to your pussy, feeling to see how wet you are. You are quite wet, although the anxiety in your chest is still present. He leans over your back, kissing your soft skin, and holds himself between his legs. "Are you ready?"
"Mhm." you answer, but Harry needs more than that.
"Words, baby. I need your words."
"Yes, ready." you squeak out. Harry starts to push his cock into your wet pussy while helping you stay steady on your hands and knees. Once he's fully inside, he starts to thrust slowly, just to ease you into the feeling.
It feels great, it always does with Harry, but your brain just won't shut off. All day long, your thoughts have been filled with negativity, which has caused your heart to race more than usual. You thought a nice orgasm would help ease your body and mind, but the more he fucks you from behind, the more your chest starts to throb. It feels as if all the anxiety from today is overwhelming you at once.
You ignore it for as long as possible and try to focus on the way Harry's cock glides in and out of you, the way his strong arms are helping you hover over the bed. But for some reason, as soon as his right hand slides down between your legs and begins touching your clit, your body has had enough and panic arises within you.
It's not that you felt unsafe. You always feel so safe with Harry. And it wasn't that he's not making you feel good, because he always makes you feel so good. It's just your stupid anxiety that's finally had enough and doesn't want to be suppressed any longer. "Harr...... Harry, st... STOP." you finally spit out. Harry immediately stops, his hips and his fingers.
Out of breath, he asks you with a worried voice, "Wh.... what? Did I hurt you? Are my nails too sharp? I just trimmed them this mornin'." You can't respond because your body succumbs to the anxiety, collapsing face first into the mattress, your arms and legs giving out, and a sob escapes your lips. Harry quickly withdraws himself from you, his cock now partially soft just out of the pure fright you're giving him. He moves up next to you and helps lift your body to see what's wrong.
Once he sees your face, he realizes you're gasping for air. You're having a fucking anxiety attack. He's unfortunately seen you go through many anxiety and panic attacks over the years of you being together, but he's never witnessed one occurring during sex. This frightens him more than usual, as you're both in such a vulnerable position, and he fears he may have caused your attack.
With his hands on your shoulders, Harry calmly speaks, "Shh, hey, look at me. Breath in........... Now breath out. Good, come on, Breath in, breath out. Good job, baby." He works with you on your breathing until its regulated just enough for you to calm down and speak.
By the time your breathing has calmed and your tears have ceased, your body is so tired that you fall into his arms. He catches you and holds your bare body close to his. Harry pulls the sheets up over your body, making you feel a little less exposed to the room. Then, he simply sits there, holding you tightly, rubbing his hands over your back and running his fingers through your hair, allowing you to fully come back to yourself.
After a few minutes, you slowly speak against his chest, voice scratchy from crying, "I'm so sorry. I...... I woke up anxious this morning and was anxious all day. I don't know why. In my bath I thought that maybe all I needed was a good orgasm to help my anxiety. Didn't realize the panic in my chest would burst open during sex. It had nothing to do with you or anything you did wrong. Again, I'm so sorry."
"Hey, do not apologize. You have nothin' to apologize for. It's okay. We're okay. M' sorry your anxiety bothered you today. Have you thought about what we discussed the last time you had an anxiety attack? Hm?"
Nodding your head against his shoulder, you reply quietly, "Yeah, I think I'm gonna set up an appointment this week. Medicine might be what I need."
"Good, nothin' wrong with getting some help, Y/n. I hate seeing you so anxious all the time. Let me get up to get a cloth and clean us up so we can go to sleep. I know you're getting sleepy now that your anxiety attack is over with."
You allow Harry to get up and you shift over to your side of the bed. He comes back shortly with a warm, damp cloth. He carefully lifts the covers that are over your body and gently wipes over your pussy. He then pats you dry with a dry cloth he brought with him.
"Hate to do this but I just remembered you need to have a wee, baby. Don't want you getting a UTI."
"Can you carry me, please?" you ask weakly.
" 'Course, baby." He scoops your naked body up and walks you into the bathroom. He sets you on the toilet so you can do your business while he places the soiled cloths in the dirty hamper. He runs back into the bedroom to slip on a pair of briefs and grabs you a pair of panties from your underwear drawer.
When you're done peeing and wiping, Harry helps you stand to slip on your panties, and then carries you back to bed. "Do you want a shirt too? Or no?"
"No, like when you lay your head on my bare chest. It's comforting." you answer and he just smiles at your confession. He loves you so much it hurts sometimes. He reaches over to turn the lamp off and slides in the covers with you. He then places his head on your chest, and you're both asleep in no time. Him, more mentally exhausted. You, both mentally and physically exhausted.
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[Warning- Angst to Smut to Angst, Grumprry, Jealousrry, Insecure and jealous reader, foul language, unprotected sex (wear condom kids! real babies are not fun), Harry kind of confessing his feelings and him being an asshole as usual, shitty smut, maybe some grammatical mistakes]
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*****
Harry wasn't a very cheerful person to begin with, and it wasn't like he had some childhood trauma that made me him this way no, he was born this way.
He was also the young CEO of his dad's reputable car company. He had to put on a serious face to make a bunch of old shits to take a 27 year old seriously.
Right now, though that wasn't the case for his grumpiness. It was you.
You were away on a stupid work trip to Manchester with Edwin, fucking Edwin! Why was his girl assistant on a work trip with someone else, you may ask? Cause of his stupid ass.
Harry, just a day before the trip, fired the person who was supposed to go with Edwin, and the next person who knew about the project was you and him. Now Harry couldn't go for obvious reason, so you had to go, and he has been chewing on concrete since then.
Adding to that, you haven't been replying to his messages, and when you did, it was a picture of you, in the shortest dress he had seen, and you were not wearing it for him but to go out with that chipmunk!
No messages followed after that, not even a reply to his message. He had to make a fake Instagram account (he hates Instagram) so he could see what you were up to.
He missed you, but he was too much of a grump and egotistical to admit that.
Harry knew he was fucked. Having sex with your assistant was bad enough. If he got into a relationship with you, his reputation would be tethered, and it would cost your job also. He couldn't ruin it for you. He knew how much you loved this job.
But hell he wanted to give in.
You will resume the office tomorrow, and he dreaded going into a meeting without you.
He sighed as people started to fill up the room. The new dealers and his employees who are working on this are also there. Alicia was the one who had to present today, and his temporary assistant was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is Casey?" He asked Alicia, who shrugged her shoulders. Harry was on the verge of losing his cool. He doesn't realize how he employed so many incompetent shits but he was about to fire some.
Alicia started her presentation but Harry couldn't focus on it. It was times like this he realizes he's nothing without you. His coffee is shit unless you make it. He hates everyone elses format unless you do it. He hates everyone else unless it's you.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and you were there breathless, in front of door heaving like you just ran marathon. The light coming from behind made you look like an angel. For him, you were.
You walked inside, apologizing to everyone, your heels clicking on the floor. You were in your formal outfit, a long black dress, stiletto, with your hair in a bun. You picked up his water bottle and drank the whole of it and then took a deep breath.
When you looked up properly, everyone's eyes were on you. You gave a sheepish smile and stood beside Harry, "Sorry, please continue."
Harry smiled to himself behind his hands. He looked up at you beside him, your focus on what Alicia was saying and taking notes. You were too sincere for this job. Sometimes Harry himself didn't care that much like you do.
And he doesn't want to fuck that up.
*****
Soon enough the meeting ended and Harry was back at his office waiting for you to come meet him. He couldn't talk or hold you anywhere else other than the comforts of his office cause of the obvious reasons so his office became your secret haven.
When you didn't come in for the next fifteen minutes, he got up and decided to look for you. As soon as he stepped out of his office, he heard your laugh. He walked towards the sound and then saw you leaning on the wall, your hand holding Edwin's biceps, and a big smile strected on your face.
He clenched his fist beside him having all minds to break that bastard's face and then fuck you in front of him but he refrained himself.
He slid his hands in his suit pants pocket and stood up straight, channeling his inner grumpy CEO. "I didn't realize I paid you for laughing?"
Both immediately stopped and turned towards him. You looked at him through lashes a small mischievous smile on your lips.
"Oh, we were just making plans for arriving at dinner party tonight together sir nothing else," you said with a smile. Harry knew what game you were playing, and he would make sure you paid for it later, but right now, he had to make you not go with that douchebag.
"You're my assistant, I need you with me," He said and turned towards Edwin, "I hope the project file you went to Manchester for is complete?" He asked, knowing damn well he hasn't. Along with being an absolute moron and flirt, Edwin was also lazy. If he wasn't one of his friends' cousin's son, he would have kicked him out way before.
"N-no sir, I'm going to do it." He stumbled over his words, feeling scared under Harry's piercing mad glare. Harry hummed, "You better before the dinner, I will need it"
"No yo-" You go to speak, but one look shot by Harry, and you shut up.
"And Ms. Y/N I hope you also get on with your backlogs, I need to discuss something with you so we will travel together" He said holding eye contact with you, his eyes looking darker shade of green than his usual light. You clench, you thighs together, feeling yourself getting turned on by his authoritative voice.
"Yes, sir." You give him a nod, and with that, he starts to leave but then stops. "And make sure you also fill all the recent bank details also," He says, making your eyes widen.
"Sir, there are only three hours left in dinner. My backlog alone will take a lot of time-" You speak, but he cuts you off again.
"Then you better get started, Ms. Y/N" He shoots her a look over his shoulder and goes back into his office.
*****
Harry was being a prick, he knew, but if he had to make you work extra so you wouldn't get to talk to that guy or any guy in general except him, he would.
You like the exceptional woman you are did all that just in time. You were half an hour late, but you did five hours work in just three and half so, he let it slide.
Now he was in front of your house to pick you up. He he wondered sometimes what you would be like on a date. What you would wear, what you would order or how it would end. Of course, he knew your food order on the tip of his tongue, but a date was different.
He was taken out of his daydream by you opening the car door beside him. You sat down smoothing out your slik dress. It was the same color as his shirt, a bluish green shade, and theme of the new project. Your hair tied slicked back with side parting and a soft makeup.
"Your files, sir," you said, throwing all the files in his lap and then turning back around to look out of the window. He bit down on his lips, finding your grumpy attitude amusing.
"Sweetheart, that's no way to talk to your sir," He said darkly, his fingers inching towards the back of your dress. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold fingers on your open back but made no effort to look at him and swatted away his hand.
Harry smirked and pushed the button to roll up the partition, separate driver, and them.
"It's that how it's going to be hm? You know very well what happens to brats baby." Harry said, running his finger up and down your back. He sat more comfortably, spreading his legs.
You sideyed him, your lips in a subtle pout. "We still have to pay Mr. Wilson and make an order to manufacturing comapny"
Harry just hummed and kept moving his hands up and down on your exposed back, making you shiver every time. His cold fingers, in contrast to your hot skin, were excruciating.
"You're one brat, my love and if I wasn't so addicted to you, I would have thrown you out" He said right in your ears. One half of you was turned on, but the other half had one thing going round and round.
"I'm not just a pussy for you to fuck" You said through your teeth and slid a bit away from Harry.
Harry shocked stared at the side of your face. Where the fuck that came from? He was confused, irritated and turned on by your attitude.
He went back to say something, but then Harry's office phone rang, making both you and him groan. Harry picked it up, "What?" he asked.
"Great why don't you also fucking quit while you're at it" He said clenching your jaw, "Yeah then ask your uncle to give your incompetent ass job in his own company" With that he ended the phone call.
"Driver take us to office first then to the party" He said to the driver and then turned to look at you but you had your arms crossed over your chest and kept huffing and puffing like a mad toddler.
"If you don't quit it sweetheart...lord help me" he said, feeling angry at your attitude. He got to see you and have you after so long, and here you were acting like a damn brat. He would have no problem, but you won't even let him touch you!
Harry wasn't a man of words. He didn't know how to express himself. The only thing he knew was sex.
But you just gave him a side eye and went back to looking out of the window.
*****
Both you and Harry arrived at the office. You were still mad at him but also very turned on and frustrated. He was looking damn good in that suit, but you had to be mad and show him you knew your worth or it would all be down to shambles.
Right now, though you were searching for the file you needed for the project that Edwin lost after completion. How? God fucking knows.
"How I manage to have this big company and still hire this many incompetent idiots will be beyond me" Harry grumbled and slammed close drawer, making you flinch in surprise. "Not one task can be done properly"
"Why did Casey not suck your dick good enough? That you're so mad" you said before you could stop yourself.
"What did you say?" Harry asked, genuinely confused. He walked towards you, caging you between the wall and himself.
The cat was out of the box might as well...you thought.
You rolled your eyes and looked in eyes, "I said did Casey not suck your dick good enough that you're so mad" You said through gritted teeth.
"Casey? I haven't even seen that woman since I hired her" He said in confusion, not even bothering to think about the rest of the words.
"Don't lie to me. I heard her talking." You said and tried to push him off, but he took your wrists into his hands and brought them to his chest.
"Are you jealous sweetheart?" He asked with a smirk. "Fuck you Harry" you tried to hit him bit failed and stood back against wall huffing.
Harry just chuckled and kissed your cheeks. "How do I know you didn't take the opportunity and fuck that moron. Considering you didn't even bother with my texts" He asked, leaving small kisses all over your face. This is what confused you if he wanted other people. Why did he show you this affection?
"I was mad" you said, pouting.
"Oh sweetheart" He said with an airy laugh. His hands let go of your wrists and gripped your chin to bring his lips to his while the other one went down your body and gripped your thighs.
You hated how your body reacted to his touch. How you got wet instantly like a bitch in heat and Harry took full advantage of that.
He brought his fingers higher up and felt your dampen panties. He smirked against your lips, and you pinched him in annoyance when you felt it, but that only made him moan.
"Don't tease me" You said breathless, your eyes dark like his filled with lust and desires.
"What do you want?" He asked, kissing all over your body and controlling the urge to give you the darkest hickey ever.
"You. In me. Right now." You said with all the authority you had in you. Harry laughed again like he found all this amusing.
How people found this man who cracks dad jokes with you and laughs at everything grumpy and menacing?
He quickly pulled you up on the large table, laying you down. Not only did you have to be quick to be able to reach the party on time, but you also had weeks of pent up frustration.
You pulled up your dress while Harry freed his pants enough to pull his dick out. He slid aside your panties and slid in without any prep.
It was embarrassing.
"Fuck sweetheart you're so wet" he said groaning when he felt you clench around him.
"Missed this-fuck" he said as he started to move. "What fucking me? I don't fucking believe it. I can bet anything you fucked Casey as soon as I boarded that flight" You said whimpering.
He was an asshole but god did his cock feel wonderful. He felt wonderful. He was wonderful but you for him was just a quick fuck.
When you heard Casey talking about how she gave Harry a blowjob yesterday, your heart broke. You had no right to feel that way, he was your boss and you were his assistant and you were fucking him but somehow you tricked yourself into thinking you were something more for him.
"You think I fucked someone else?" he asked fucking you harder making you lose your ability to speak.
"I don't even cum fucking my own hand, you think I will fuck someone else?" He said bringing you up from table by the grip on your neck.
"I-I know it" You said, feeling your orgasm nearing, your eyes rolling back of your head.
"I don't care what you heard Masey talking about but the only pussy my dick has been in is yours" He said bringing you in a messy kiss.
"I was miserable cause you didn't reply to my texts you think I will fuck someone else?" he asked looking into your eyes with so much intensity you lost yourself into them.
"Fucking hell I even hate everyone else but y-" He stopped himself before he could complete his words. The reality slapping on his face hard. But you were too far gone in your ecstasy to care.
Harry also reached his high quickly after you. Your head was laying on his chest as you took long breaths to calm down your breaths. Your heart was beating so fast because of what he said and how hard he fucked you. Butterflies were dancing in your stomach.
It lasted while it could.
Suddenly, he did all 180 and pulled out of and tucked himself in. His demour cold and closed off like like he's with everyone else.
"Get cleaned up" He said and quickly walked out. While you moved towards the washroom to clean yourself up with tears brimming your eyes.
After spending so much time working on his upcoming album Harry's House, the only thing Harry wants to do is get home to cuddle with his wife and his newborn. Y/N had given birth three months ago to a precious baby girl, Kennedy Gem, that Harry completely adores. He still doesn't believe how much he loves the little thing.
All he had wished to do since his sunshine had been born was to stay home with his family. Unfortunately, Kenny came three weeks early, and all Harry could do was rush through the last couple of things he had yet to arrange for his album release next month.
Even though he had been touring in America, Y/N's pregnancy had been kept a secret to the public. This means that not many people know what Harry has waiting for him at home, and how much he hates being away from home lately. The couple knows that they are going to need to start telling people soon, due to Harry going on tour to the UK and Europe during the summer, and Y/N and Kenny are going with him. However, they want to enjoy the most out of her without being bothered about how things are going, or people wanting to get their hands on pictures of their baby.
Harry got out of a meeting with Jeff and rushed home to be with both of his girls that he absolutely adores with his whole entire heart. They are literally the center of his universe, and the purpose that pushes him to be the best version of him everyday.
"Oh my baby, weren't you so hungry?" He heard Y/N coo right after he enters through the door. "You're the cutest thing I've seen in my entire life".
Harry is fast to lock the door and get to his family in the living room, and when he sees both of his girls on the sofa, wrapped in blankets because it is still chilly out, and Y/N breastfeeding Kenny while looking at her lovingly, he knows he made it. He has been dreaming about this his whole life.
"Hello my angels" He says while quickly sitting down in the sofa right by their side. "How has your day been? I hope fantastic. I've missed you both so so much".
He gives Y/N a passionate kiss, and they separate when they hear their baby make the cutest noise ever. "Yeah, sunshine. Do you also want a kiss?" Harry coos, and immediately kisses his baby's forehead. He is mesmerised with the way she's bonding with her mum right now.
"She's almost done, but she needs a bath. Your mum called and I got distracted" Y/N informs Harry. "She invited us to go to her house this weekend for a family get together. Gemma is also going".
"I'll call her tomorrow to let her know we are going" Harry answers. "But can I please be in charge of bath time tonight? I've missed my little ray of sunshine so much today, you have no idea".
"Oh, is that so? What about your wife?" Y/N says in a playful manner. "Did you forget about your wife when your daughter was born, or what?"
"Of course not, my love. We are soulmates, and I'm yours forever and ever" He says while burying his face on her neck. "You're the muse of all my songs, and the best thing to ever happen in my entire life".
Y/N looks at him, sees the way he is literally drooling over his daughter, and decides to agree to Harry being in charge of bath time. "Okay, I'll let you. However, you have to promise me that this won't be a recurring thing. Kenny is already so attached to you, if she starts getting used to showering with you she won't have it any other way ever again".
"Perfect, perfect, perfect" Harry celebrates. "C'mon Kenny baby, let's go get ourselves clean. Do you want to be a clean baby? Yes?" Harry takes his daughter from her mum's arms and burps her before cradling her in his arms and standing up to get to the bathroom.
"I'll be back in a bit, my love" He tells his wife. "Rest for a bit, put on your favourite show, but please don't worry about anything. You have been working so hard these last couple of months without me here, it's your turn to relax".
Y/N knows that Harry is doing the best he can to balance everything that's going on in his life right now. Nonetheless, her heart melts a little at how sweet he is being about everything. He is all she's ever asked for.
The couple shares a sweet kiss, and Y/N watches Harry and her daughter leave the room to go have a bath, so she doesn't hesitate to take up Harry's offer, and put on her favourite show.
Harry walks with Kenny in his arms to the bathroom, where he starts the shower, so that the water warms up to the perfect temperature for his baby girl, and he prepares the towels for when they get out. Then, he carefully undresses Kenny, as well as himself down to his boxers, and they both get in the shower.
Harry has his back to the shower stream, careful so it doesn't bother his little angel, while he holds her close to his chest. He did this for her first bath, because he was very scared of anything happening to her while in the water and he knew she was the safest in her daddy's arms. Ever since then, he does this as much as his wife lets him. He bonds with Kenny the best during bath times like this one, and he is determined to do this as long as his daughter lets him.
Once they are both completely wet, Harry takes a soft cloth, and with a little drop of baby soap, he starts washing his baby. She is sleepy in her father's chest, seeing as she loves listening to his heartbeat whenever she lays there. So when she notices her sleep being disrupted, she starts whimpering.
"Oh no, sunshine. Don't cry" He says softly to her. "It's just daddy cleaning you up, isn't that right? Didn't you want to be a clean baby?" Kenny stops the moment she hears her fathers voice, and looks up to him with the cutest smile ever.
"Hello, Kenny baby" He coos down at her. "It's bath time with daddy! We love bath time with daddy!" Harry exclaims while bouncing her a little and tickling her stomach. She lets out the most beautiful giggle Harry has ever heard, and he is completely sure he'll never get tired of it.
"How has your day been? Did you have fun with mummy?" He asks her softly while cleaning her body and shampooing the little curls she has started growing. "I'm very jealous that you get to spend so much time with her, especially cuddling. I love cuddles, you know that?" Kenny sees her father talking, and decides to start mumbling and making noises, as if she was answering all of his questions. Harry doesn't doubt it for a second, and he immediately starts talking to her as if she knew what he was saying.
"You love mummy's milk? Is that what you are saying?" The smile could be heard in his voice, as he was looking down at his precious daughter. Kenny squeals and slaps her little hands softly on her daddy's chest, making him chuckle. "We are so grateful for what she is doing for us, isn't that right? She is the most wonderful woman ever, and you are so lucky that you get to learn form her. You are going to be just like her".
The conversation carries on, Harry not once getting bored with the cute interaction, and he finishes giving her a bath and also, washing his body and hair. He would lie and tell Y/N that washing himself with only one arm wasn't difficult, but he would do it every day for his baby girl. It was very difficult for him to explain the bond he had with his daughter during these showers. The idea of her being completely dependent on him was something he thought about every single day. And he obviously loved every single minute of it.
Once both of them are clean, they get out of the shower and Harry carefully wraps Kenny in a very fluffy baby towel with a hood and bear ears on top. It was a gift from Mitch and Sarah for when she was born, and it is the cutest thing ever. Harry can't help but take pictures of her and send them to the love band's group chat every single time she uses it.
He creadles her in his arms again and wraps another towel around his waist. He obviously struggles, and he notices Kenny is watching him in the mirror when she lets out a very loud laugh, seeing her daddy drop his towel many times until he manages to wrap it in place.
"Oh my, Kenny baby! Are you laughing at y'daddy?" He jokingly reprimands her. "Does daddy make you laugh? Yeah?" He only gets more belly laughs from her, and he smiles so big, both of his dimples very prominent on his face, that he swears his cheeks are going to fall off. He is even trying to make her laugh harder, making weird faces at her while they both look at each other through the mirror.
When Kenny starts shivering a little, Harry knows it's time to get her dressed in a very cute pijama and put her to sleep. She was about to fall asleep on his chest after all, so he carries her to her bedroom and dresses her in his favourite pijamas of hers, decorated with little cherries, right after putting lotion on her with a very long massage. He loved pampering his girls, and he wasn't embarrassed to show it.
When she has her hair brushed, and she is ready for bed, with her pacifier on her mouth, Harry brings her to his bedroom so he can get ready.
"I know you're sleepy, sunshine. Let me get dressed and we'll go say goodnight to mummy, alright?" He tells her, while laying her in the middle of his king sized bed. He surrounds her with pillows so she won't roll and fall, although she is too tired to even move.
Harry goes inside his wardrobe to get into his pijamas really quick, and he looks at her playing with her hands at the top of her head while he is in his bathroom, doing his skincare and styling his hair.
"Let's go, angel" He kisses Kenny on the forehead, while picking her up and laying her against his chest. "We have to wish mummy a very good night, isn't that right?" Kenny softly coos, and Harry melts at the sound of her little voice. He can't wait for when she's able to tell him how she feels, or what she thinks.
When they get to the living room, Y/N is asleep on the couch. Harry quickly notices, and without wanting to wake her up, he gets down on his knees right next to her to give her a kiss on the forehead. "C'mon Kenny, give mummy a kissy so we can go to sleep" He whispers.
Right when he is about to get up from the floor to put Kenny to sleep, Y/N stirs awake. "Harry, cuddles please" His wife's demand earns a chuckle from Harry, but he doesn't think twice. He hands Kenny to Y/N, and he gets on the couch besides her to cuddle with the love of his life and his baby.
With the TV playing softly, the warmth of the blankets the three of them are wrapped up in, the feeling of his wife breathing, and the peaceful noises coming from his baby, Harry is in heaven. This is the best life he could have ever wished for, and he could never be happier.
Series Summary: There are moments in our lives that have a major impact. The interactions, the adventures, and the love, all make up who we are. But when Harry can't remember those moments with YN, they are both left wondering what that means for themselves and their relationship.
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Author's Note: This is more of an "original story" since the Harry in this series isn't based on real life, in terms of fame and career.
I need to shout out @a-strange-familiar for sending me the concept and allowing me to write this series.
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Series Warnings: Some explicit language, car accident, hospitalization, memory loss, mention of medications, ex-girlfriend, mention of medical issue (father), alcohol consumption, lying, jealousy, mention of mild depression, mention of blood, and A LOT OF ANGST
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Very gentle and attends to your every need, He’ll constantly ask how you’re feeling after.
B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes collarbones, or just anything along your chest
C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)
Harry Doesn’t have a problem with cumming inside you, I feel like he lowkey has a breeding kink.
D: Dirty Secret
He likes watching you play his music, it makes him feel good. Considering your opinion on his music is very important to him.
E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Very.
F: Favorite Position
I feel like he likes the basics: Doggy, Missionary yk, but sometimes when he’s really in the moments he might fuck you with your back against his chest while gripping your throat..
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
He’ll have a laugh here and there, but he’s more focused on your pleasure
H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Neatly trimmed, but once in a while he’ll just leave it
I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Very Intimate, when he’s fucking you he always make sure you’re always looking in his eyes, and while he’s eating you out he’ll hold your hands.
J: Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)
He does it every now and then, especially when he’s traveling and you’re not there.
K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)
OBVIOUS pain kink, he likes it when you tug on his hair when he’s eating you out.
L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom or kitchen counter (he watches a lot of romcoms)
M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He’s very jealous so anything where you’re letting people know you’re his. Either telling a guy whose flirting with you “I have a boyfriend” or just showing him off.
N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Age play….
O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Have you heard Watermelon Sugar …
P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Usually depends on his mood, if he’s frustrated with work or anything in general, it’s usually hard and fast. But Most of the time it’s at a moderate speed.
Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Everywhere. This man can’t get enough.
R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Might have sex once or twice in the studio nothing toooo public
S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)
3 to 4 rounds
T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He’d use a vibe on you once in a while
U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)
HE’S A HUGE TEASE, have you seen this man on tour recently…
V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
A few grunts here and there and maybe a moan if you tug on his hair or something.
W: Wild Card (Random head canon)
This man loves eating Pussy… there i said it
X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Hmm I feel like he’s a grower and a shower. Maybe 7-8 inches, and 2-3 inches wide…
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Whenever he can
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Premise: Josie Stephens was having a hard enough time at her mere age of five, having to start Kindergarten and move to a new house. Little did she know that it all would get a lot worse that first night when a monster popped out from under her bed, changing her life forever.
Inspired by: One of my favorite movies as a kid, Little Monsters (1989) ---> “It tells the story of a boy who befriends a real-life ‘monster under the bed’ and discovers a secret world of monsters who sneak into children's bedrooms at night to pull pranks on them.” I had started this story back in 2016, and came back to it recently, falling back in love with the idea.
Genre: Monster!Harry, Halloween-y, fantasy, a little horror, fluff, angst?, friendship, young adult, and Asshole!Harry (lol).
Rating: T
Warnings: Some mild swearing only.
Status: First chapter coming October 3rd.
Schedule: I admittedly don’t have a posting schedule for this story, as it’s something fun I write when I have the time and it’s not my main writing priority, at the moment. . . Having said that, I’ll try for every week with it being Halloween month which I looooove, but we’ll have to see how writing goes AND how much people enjoy this story ;)
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Clickable Chapters: (will be updated as chapters are posted)
CHAPTER ONE -> Posted Oct. 3rd
Sneak Peek: A scuffle pricks my ears, and I look around, confused. First, to underneath my bed where it sounds like it had come from, but the sound is gone. My lips set into a frown as I turn and take another look, and when I’m facing my door, a loud ‘boo!’ almost scares me off of my feet. I jump back and feel myself start to fall, and luckily, my bed catches me.
CHAPTER TWO -> Posted Oct. 17th
Sneak Peek: “Don’ get so bent outta shape over it, ’m just yer monsta an’ I scare ya. Yer not s'posed t’ know me name, ’s jus’ how it ’s, I reckon. Tha’s all t’ it, really. Now, if I did me job an’ yer all scared outta yer socks an’ everythin’, ’ll be off. Got other li'l tots I gott’ scare besides yerself, y’know.”
CHAPTER THREE -> Posted October 25th
Sneak Peek: I don’t remember when he left, because I was too wrapped up in the tears flowing down my cheeks, and the fear leaking through them. He’s right, I am stupid for thinking that the monster who lives under my bed could ever be nice.
CHAPTER FOUR . . SO FAR, SO WE SHALL SEE
P.S. - Thanks to my pal, Case aka @berrynarrybanana, for helping to make this happen by giving me “the shove.” I couldn’t do this without your support and love ❤️
Shout out to @overad and @legend-waitforit-harry, my main babes to talk all marcel things about. Also to J(legend-waitforit-harry) and @harrysperfectdimple for being angels and beta reading this big chunk of words T.T you’re the real MVPs
Prompt: Harry, pitifully called Marcel as a sour joke, is a nice, young, straight-A student, with a bully that hates him on a personal level, and what he thinks is an unattainable crush on his bully’s ex, who he’s started to tutor and befriend despite how much he dreams of her in the dirtiest of situations. Maybe little old marcel has a chance?
In which Harry and y/n start to form a beautiful friendship, stained by y/n’s past and Jonathan’s blind rage.
Harry felt relieved as he punched his way through a boxing routine, happy he was able to move around a class due to the teacher cancelling on the original time, so he was free to pick up the sport once more at the gym close to campus. For some reason boxing helped him relax. Something about delivering blow after blow to a punching bag felt very liberating. Like screaming without actually having to scream. Only one thing wasn’t allowing him to fully concentrate on his class.
The instructor had told him to drink water and rest up before the next set of exercises and that’s when he glanced through the glass walls and door that divided the boxing area from the rest of the gym and spotted her stretching. Harry immediately gave his back to her direction and cursed under his breath, eyes blowing wide open. Y/N came to this gym too? It made perfect sense, it was close to campus and it wasn’t that expensive, specially for the students. But he didn’t think he’d ever run into her at any place other than the hallways, when they would, by random chance, intersect in the same building. His hands felt sweaty under the bulky red gloves as he remembered the embarrassment that was talking to her last time when she had come around with his forgotten notebook. Harry, with a fast beating heart, tried his best to focus on just hitting the bag, but his mind would wander and he itched to look back at her. She hadn’t noticed him and deep down he wanted that to stay that way. He didn’t really want her to see him all sweaty and tattoos full on display.
Although, when he thought about it, now that he had finished working at the tech place he had been working as a paid intern at, he didn’t have to wear the mandatory vests, so everyone would see his tattoos full on display when he went back to class later in the afternoon not in his classic button up. His contract ended and he didn’t want to continue working there. Instead he applied to go back to his first part time job at the bakery down the road. He figured he had saved up enough money working at a boring tech firm long enough, so he just waited until his contract was up and packed up his things. He was grateful for the experience and all the things he’d learned but he was about ready to go to a much more fun job that would still give him enough cash to get through campus living. It all worked perfectly with his changed schedule, plus he enjoyed the smell of freshly baked goods any time of the day.
He rushed to the showers right after his routine was over. He stretched in the boxing area, still cautious that y/n wouldn’t spot him, and ran to get clean and changed into some comfortable post-workout attire. Pushing his glasses up his nose he took a big breath before walking as fast as he could without looking like a lunatic, over to the staircase that led to the exit of the gym. He kept his gaze down. Maybe if I don’t look up she won’t see me, he kept thinking to himself in a clearly dumb logic. It’s not that he didn’t want to see her – God, all he wanted to do was see her, no matter when. And talk to her – but it was the latter he could never do when she was in front of him, so he would rather avoid running into her all together so that he’d never end up looking like a nitwit in front of her again.
It’s obvious that if you’re not looking at something other than your feet as you walk, you are bound to crash into something, anything, at some point. Which is exactly what happened to Harry. He felt his body collide with another body and with his luck, before his brain could figure out the shapes and colours, he already knew he had crashed straight into y/n, and since they were at the very top of the stairs, the blow had sent her almost tumbling over. His reflexes kicked in and his hands reached out as he pulled her to him, keeping her from barrelling down the flight of steps.
With wide eyes and at this proximity Harry noticed the light in her eyes, and the redness to her cheeks that was extremely adorable and making him blush and stumble over his words.
“I-I… M’ so sorry!” she smiled at him one of her signature sweet smiles and for a second Harry wondered why he needed cardio after all.
“It’s ok! Hi Harry! I didn’t see you here, came for a workout?” Inside her mind she was slapping herself, because what else could someone go to the gym for? She didn’t know why but Harry made her a bit clumsy. She liked his company; the sudden inexplicable nerves that came with it? Not so much.
“Uh y-yeah. I umm… I took b-boxing back up…”
It was funny to watch. How they both seemed to be at a loss for words, how they both looked a lot more flustered than someone who’d just finished a workout routine. How Harry still had his arm around her and held her very close to his frame. Although this one he noticed and he immediately let go of her, careful not to push her back too harshly, as he cleared his throat.
“Would you like to grab breakfast with me?” she asked suddenly and Harry didn’t know what to answer. So he did what he knew how to do best: fix his glasses incessantly. It was a nervous tick. He’d remove them and wipe them and fidget them back on, tap at them, then push and pull and push and pull as his brain wracked for something to say, or rather tried to remember how to tell the mouth the correct positions to go to so that he could form words.
“I just… I uh… I have c-class…” it wasn’t a lie. He did have class… In four hours. But y/n didn’t know that and all she could do was nod as she made him promise that next time he’d grab a bite to eat with her after the gym, to which Harry had to say yes – not that he wasn’t dying to – and continued playing with his glasses during.
Deep down Harry knew he would never be able to grab a casual bite with the girl that flooded his dreams, the girl that made him reconsider running the treadmill – beyond everything, the conversation had left him breathless and with a heartbeat he could worriedly call a doctor about – the girl that made his chest and pants tight at just the glance of her hips in the fitting activewear she donned for the day. But it was nice to imagine. It was nice to wonder. To think that he could be the confident guy who asks her instead, and takes her out and keeps a nice conversation flowing, enough so he can charm her in some way that she’d want to hang out with him more and more.
It was nice to imagine.
And he didn’t need to imagine it much because he found himself being silently beckoned over by a whispering y/n that same night at the library.
“Hey” she spoke in hushed tones as he sat down in front of her with shaky hands and taking a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Harry let out a tiny “hi” in response and forced his eyes to focus on the textbooks in front of him. Y/N understood, after all she was here to study as well.
It was hard not to notice her struggle silently after a while. She kept sighing and every time she erased something she did it a bit more furiously than the last. It was difficult for Harry not to take a peek at her exercises from over the rim of his glasses. With a small grin he figured out the answer to the question with ease in his mind, and leaned his hand over to her notes, circling down the correct option as she looked at him amused and confused.
“It’s Thermochemistry…” he whispered leaning back to pay attention to his notes.
“What?” was all she asked and Harry lifted his book so she could see the front. Of course he was taking Chemistry IV when she was on her second time taking Chem 101 and on her way to fail it again. “How?” she asked to which he just shrugged. Chemistry was his thing. He liked it. In fact he was taking it as extra credits, quite literally just for fun.
“I like it” Harry said taking a quick glance at the clock and noticing it was about time to go. The library was closing soon and y/n also got the hint, hurriedly picking up after herself while staring at Harry. To y/n, any one that liked or could deal with chemistry was a study case. It was her worst subject all through high school, and all the time she lost pulling at her roots to learn it made her eventually hate the matter, so she couldn’t understand how someone could get any of it, let alone also like it to the point of needing or wanting to take the subject 4 times, each with more complex topics than the last. In that moment, Harry seemed like an alien of some sort – specially cause his green eyes never cease to look extremely green – but he also looked like an angel. A blessing.
Harry found himself agreeing to y/n’s claims for the second time that day. Whatever she said – no matter how hard it made it for him to breathe and how much anxiety the thought of her caused him – he found himself nodding to. In his nervous tick he started messing with his glasses when she asked him the craziest thing ever.
“T-tutor… you? Me? I mean…” Her eyes were shining as they walked side by side down the field and in the direction of her building. She nodded excitedly, quietly begging for him to agree. When you put it in perspective it was logical. If you are failing a subject and know someone that could help, why not ask them to help? But even in his smart brain, the situation sounded so insane and out of this world. Him? Tutor her? His palms were already sweaty and his mind felt like it was starting to forget the most basic of the elements in the periodic table. Was it Helium, Lithium, Beryllium? Where was Oxygen again? Still, he was saying yes and agreeing on a time and a place before he knew it.
Biology wasn’t his best subject, but he believed there had to be some substance she expelled out of her body to make him agree to whatever she asked for so easily.
“Not bad” Harry hummed, reading over one of the exercises he’d asked y/n to do, pushing his hair out of his face and sliding his glasses up his nose as he scribbled on the sides of the paper. Compared to how little he had explained so far and how much she seemed to be struggling, the sheet had more correct answers than he thought he would achieve on the second day of tutoring her.
Y/N was sat at his desk in his dorm room and Harry’s sweaty palms had calmed down a lot since she arrived an hour before. The whole idea of tutoring her was still crazy to him, specially when in the back of his mind he knew that before she was set to arrive, he had taken a nap and dreamt, once more, of her riding his thigh and moaning his name in his ear, and Harry just had to jerk himself off quickly before the real y/n showed up at his door. It was hard to look at her smiling face whenever she understood a concept, and not picture how much he would like to have her spread on his mattress under his body, or wonder how accurate her real life moans were compared to the ones his subconscious made in his imagination, but Harry was making his best efforts to continue focused despite the looming memory of that one dream.
“Awesome!” she chirped back, reading Harry’s notes on the sides of her exercises and putting them in her backpack to revise later. Letting out a sigh she picks up the rest of her materials and books. “I’m spent, and hungry” y/n groans and Harry can’t help but chuckle. Thankfully the past study sessions had also served him to not be so stuttery and shy around her, allowing him to get somewhat comfortable when it came to talking to her.
To him it seemed like a miracle that he’d ever be able to be fairly casual around y/n, but he was handling it so well he even surprised himself – and y/n a little – when he let out a “Let’s go grab something to eat then” after she’d stretched and gotten up from her seated position with a smile after Harry’s statement.
That’s how, 15 minutes later, y/n finds herself sat in a booth at a burger joint in front of a Harry that she’d started getting to know slowly. Deep down she was also thankful that she seemed to be getting along with Harry smoothly, knowing how strangely nervous she would get around him. A few weeks back she was completely convinced that Harry never saw her as a friend, considering how he basically avoided talking to her, but she’s glad to see him speaking freely and see herself laughing along with the curly lad as they joke over what’s left of her serving of fries. And y/n didn’t know it then, but Harry felt the same way.
“You know…” she starts, intrigued and amused by how quickly they had grown more comfortable around each other “I always thought you didn’t like me” Y/N’s cheeks are flushed red under Harry’s strong gaze through his frames.
“What? Why?” Harry wonders out loud, fixing his glasses around. How could she think he didn’t like her? Quite contrary, he was shocked she didn’t already know he died inside every time he caught a glimpse of her smiling his way. Y/N shrugs.
“I don’t know, we never really talked much”
“I did like yeh. I do.” the words come out of his mouth before he can stop them, and so Harry’s left scrambling to make sure his actual feelings aren’t exposed on the booth’s table. “I mean, you uh… You j-just looked nice and... and I never really knew w-what to say to you, s-so I… I don’t know I k-kept my distance?” luckily y/n nods, understanding what he meant.
“You know what you could have talked to me about?”
“What?”
“Chemistry 101. We had it together! Maybe I wouldn’t be taking it for the second time if you had spoken to me back then” she jokes, mocking anger and pointing at him accusingly, making Harry throw his head back in laughter.
“Oh god. Yeah, maybe” he says, shrugging after taking a deep breath and sip from his soda “but I didn’t want you to hold me back” he smirks, biting back at her joke making her gasp in shock.
“Harry!” and they both continue to poke fun at each other and fill the small restaurant with loud laughs that could easily get them kicked out if it wasn’t for the fact that the place was almost empty.
The laughs they share and details they discover about each other, keeps both Harry and y/n busy enough not to see the seething stares of one young bully from across the street. Jonathan’s fists tighten at the sight, almost drawing blood, and if his personal vendetta with Harry wasn’t already personal enough, this had just made it.
Walking to and from his dorm to class was about a level 4 out of 10 of a dangerous situation for Harry. He tried to do it early, or when a lot of people were around so he could blend in and escape Jonathan whenever he could.
And in hindsight, Harry wonders if he’d been more alert and less occupied on what he would teach y/n later that afternoon – and how cute she’ll look once again – maybe he would have noticed that, this time around, Jonathan had a hawk-like vision driven by rage and hunger for his target, him. Maybe he would have noticed that today Jonathan seemed a lot more angry than any other time he’d faced the broad shoulders of what many would call his nemesis. Maybe he would have been more prepared to receive the punch that left him blank for 10 seconds.
Harry couldn’t pinpoint it at the moment, but every kick and shove, came with a venomous tongue, like Jonathan had wanted to inflict so much more damage than ever before. Harry’s ears rang as he felt another blow to his head, and he stumbled back, books long forgotten and glasses surely broken at his side. Was this what getting the shit beat out of you was? Was this his death? He wondered, but thankfully a passerby turned out to be a friend, that rushed to his aid, and through a blurry view, he made the outline of a man that helped him back to his dorm.
Y/N almost about screamed at the sight.
“Oh my god!” she said letting her books drop to the ground and entering Harry’s room, grabbing his face in her hands and inspecting all the bruises. A purple eye, scrapes and scratches along his cheeks, a busted lip and dried blood all around his features. “What the fuck?!”
Harry winced stepping back from her and letting his body down on his mattress. He waved his hand at her, dismissing the issue like it was no big deal, saying it looked worse than it felt, which didn’t ease y/n’s mind in the least, as she dropped to her knees in front of Harry and took a closer look.
“Harry…”
“‘M fine, S’just a purple eye and a scrape ‘ere and there”
“This is not just a-”
“I’m fine” he says taking a hold of her hand and giving her a comforting smile that does anything but comfort her, but she drops it for the time being, looking to his bedside table, where his spare glasses sat untouched next to the broken ones, and handing him back the bag of ice he apparently had pressed to his face before she arrived. Harry insisted on continuing his chemistry tutoring, claiming that if his memory didn’t fail him, her teacher was one for surprise quizzes.
“Harry…” y/n mumbled, poking at his side. He kept swaying and dozing off on her and her worry levels were at about 15 out of 10.
“Hm” he groans, shaking his head as if coming back to life.
“Harry, please, I’m worried”
“S’ nothing. Jus’ a headache… feeling a bit woozy”
“What if you have a concussion?” she presses on, biting her lip in fear. Harry needed a doctor ASAP and he was being so stubborn not letting her take him to one. Harry scoffed at her remark.
“Christ, y/n, I don’t ‘ave a concussion” but his words were slurred and slower than usual, and the look on her face tugged at Harry’s heartstrings. She was fidgety and scared. He sighed “Fine… if it makes yeh feel any better, we’ll go to the emergency room”
“Please!” y/n was on her feet and gathering her belongings in a flash, as Harry swayed to and fro, holding on to his throbbing head and taking slow steps towards her. Y/N tried her best to help the tall man leaning against her small frame on the way to her car, and in a rush towards a doctor before any of the very dark and horrible scenarios in her head could seep in.
Harry’s eye looked better and his wounds had been cleaned properly in a matter of minutes, by a nice nurse that kept reassuring y/n that her ‘boyfriend’ would be fine and she should stop worrying, but she couldn’t as she saw Harry, dead silent on a hospital bed and she sat by his side.
“No concussion miss, we’ve cleaned his wounds and gave him some medication for the pain, he might be a little dizzy and sleepy for a while. I’d recommend he sleeps it off” a doctor had told her with a soothing voice which relieved her greatly – at least the doctor had a voice that could calm her down, and the news she brought eased y/n visibly –
“Hmmm” Harry groaned, not bothering to open his eyes any wider than little slits, when y/n tried to get him back on his feet and towards her car after everything had been cleared up. Y/N took a deep breath in and out, trying her best not to worry anymore. He was fine. Nothing too bad had happened, and now he needed to rest.
“C’mon you need to sleep” she gave him a soft smile as she helped him back into his dorm room and on the way to his bed and he groaned.
“What time is it?” he whispered letting his body fall on the mattress. The headache was a lot less poignant and they had applied some ointment or whatever, on his eye that would help it miraculously heal faster.
“Around 3:30, why?”
“Ugh–” he grumbled – ”Have… a class soon”
Y/n’s hands pushed back at Harry’s chest immediately sensing that he’d want to get up and get on his way to a class that he clearly wasn’t in good enough state to attend to.
“Jesus, no, Harry.”
“I 'afta...”
“You can’t attend a class this way. You need to sleep, and that’s final” she added with a stern voice anticipating his interruption. Harry let himself be tucked in by y/n’s delicate hands.
“Can’t miss it… Exam soon” his words were cut short, his body ready to shut down, drunk with numbing drugs that he could no longer fight against.
“I… I’ll go take notes for you, okay? But you need to sleep”
“I have a… complicated note system”
“Of course you do” y/n giggles. “I’ll try my best”
Any other moment Harry would refute, but just this one time he nodded to her words and allowed his eyes to close for a second, his bed had something like a magnetic pull suddenly, felt comfier than ever to his bruised body.
“Just record it, yeah?”
“I got it, no problem. Do call me if you need me, anything, I’ll be back after my class at 5, yeah?” and like a child being taken care of his mother when he was sick, Harry hummed an agreement and felt y/n’s lips drop a small kiss on his forehead.
“Take… key” he says however he can, pointing to his keychain by the door so y/n can let herself back in afterwards, in case he was still knocked out from the medication, before settling into his covers with a groan of pain. And with that y/n left to try and make sense of a sociology class and Harry’s complex yet precise note taking system.
Even in a drug heavy nap, Harry can make the outline of y/n’s bare body in his dream, and it’s around two hours later when he wakes up alert, and much more relieved, that he decides he needs a cold shower for two reasons before y/n came back.
He takes a moment in his shower to think about how his life seems to be a dream itself. He still has a hard time accepting the fact that he’s been talking and hanging out with y/n more and more the last few days, and that he can now laugh and joke around her. His heart still beats the same erratic way and his blood rushes in his veins like it used to, and she still haunts his dreams most of the time, waking him up in a sweat and with an itch to press her down on his body, but now he gets to have the real y/n a lot closer than he used to and it’s messing with his head in ways he doesn’t know how to deal with yet.
He’s just stepping out of the shower and into his room, clad in a towel wrapped around his hips and with the cold air nipping at his shoulders, where droplets of water fall from the curly tips of his hair, when the door to his dorm is closed shut after y/n allows herself in. She’s confused at the sight of Harry’s bed being empty only to turn around and crash with his wet naked torso.
“Oh god!” she’s quick to jump back, mimicking his steps in the opposite direction. Cheeks tainted a deep red the same as his. She only gets a quick glance of his body that assures her he is in fact nude, before covering her eyes from the view of Harry with just a loosely tightened towel around his most important parts. “Sorry! Sorry, oh god!”
Y/N was frozen in her spot and so was Harry. He stuttered and scrambled his way around his room to get dressed, holding y/n by her shoulders to move her out of the way of his drawers, as she did her best to keep her eyes away from the image of harry’s tatted nakedness.
When it was clear to look, Harry let her know with a lump in his throat from how awkward the whole interaction was, and y/n made sure to peek through the cracks in her fingers to test the waters, spotting Harry fully clothed, she sighed and proceeded to apologise some more.
“I’m s-sorry, I… I should have knocked, I just, god”
“I-it’s ok. Uh, yeah…” his fingers came up to fidget his glasses around and scratch at the back of his neck in embarrassment. He tried to focus on the fact that the situation was uncomfortable, and not think of how in his dreams a situation like that would have a very different outcome.
Dropping his notebook on his desk, y/n told him all she remembered of his class, the notes she’d taken were messy but Harry was surprised and touched that she’d tried her best at copying his note-taking style. She had done it with pencil – so in case she made any mistakes, Harry could arrange them later on – and the scribbles on the edges had multiple arrows pointed to different notes and asterisks. He chuckled at the small ‘sorry!’ she had written at the end of the notes, probably when the class had ended.
“Thank you, y/n, really.”
“No problem, It’s so messy, but hopefully you can understand” she smiled at him, sitting herself at the edge of his bed.
“It’s great, it really is. Yeh didn’t have to” he says with his dimples showing and cheeks blushing, sitting down next to her. “Which reminds me…” he says reaching back and pulling out a notebook that seems to be filled front to back “Right ‘ere… ’S my Chem 101 notebook. Figured it’d help yeh a bit t’have it” he hands her the book that is in perfect condition considering it’s been a year and a half since he last touched it or the book has seen the light.
“Oh my! Thank you!” y/n’s smile is big and making Harry’s heart do a lot more flips than he thought was humanly possible or healthy.
Y/N couldn’t help but stare at his bruises, happy he seemed to be much more awake and no longer in as much pain, but still sour that he’d even had to go through it in the first place. Harry notices how she grows silent and places his hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her.
“Hey, stop… I’m okay”
“I feel so bad…”
“Don’t… You’ve done nothing wrong and you’ve nothing t’worry about” he says giving her a comforting smile trying to cheer her up, but he’s immediately caught of guard by the shine in her eyes that looks like tears. Y/N surprises him by wrapping her arms around him, causing them to lay down on his mattress in a cuddle. Harry’s heart is beating rapidly, his palms sweaty, and his eyes open wide in shock as y/n lets out soft sighs and sobs on his chest. He rubs loving circles on her back, confused as to why this is making her so upset.
“Hey…” he whispers in her ear, pulling her close to his frame “Don’t cry. ’S okay”
“I’m so sorry Harry.”
“Y/n, it’s not your fault, please…” he stresses, but she shakes her head and looks up at him through tears, placing a hand on his cheek. Her eyes are glossy and her sad expression makes Harry’s heart ache for her, he wants her to smile, always, no matter how taken aback he is when she says her next words.
“It is, Harry. It is my fault…”
Thanks for reading! I’m working on part three so that it can be posted in a few days, a week tops. FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED PLEASE!!! I want to know what you think of this and why you think y/n swears it’s her fault? hmmm. Part three will be the last one of this little Marcel story but there are more Marcel ideas in my drafts and I’d love to write more about this specific Marcel if you’d like me to :)
