Look In The Mirror (Like Damn, I Don’t Brag Enough) - CEO!H
prompt: YN’s bachelorette party may have not gone as planned.
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YN knows Harry’s dating history.
Well, that’s not even fair to say because it was more like hook-up history.
Harry had been in one relationship since he was starting out, his company still in a five-hundred pound a month rental business office in the bad part of town.
When success started to hit, the relationship failed, and Harry had never looked back.
He had feelings for his first girlfriend at some point, in high school but then he pushed her to the side for work and she allowed it until it became too much for her to handle.
When Harry missed her birthday party, when he didn’t show up to at least three planned dates - leaving her alone at a booth at a restaurant, and when she would cry, scream at him over all this, he would not react.
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“It’s fucking absurd, Harry!” Andrea had screamed as she stood in his brand new skyscraper he’d signed a lease on.
It was eleven at night and Harry was on the top floor, in his sprawling office as he went through contracts that needed his attention.
She was in a beautiful silk dress with mascara running down her cheeks, “This is the fifth fucking date you’ve stood me up. I’m done with your bullshit. You’re throwing away our years-long relationship over work!”
Harry had already become so cold and unempathic by this point, he had blinked up to her with disinterest for a brief moment before looking back down and flipping a page.
“I…I don’t even know you are anymore, this isn’t the Harry I agreed to be with,” Andrea sniffles as she smears her makeup even more, “Do you even love me?”
This was the opportunity to keep their relationship flowing, for him to remind her of his love for her, and say they’ll work on it.
That’s what she was expecting.
However, his next sentence solidified the end of their relationship.
“I don’t love anybody anymore,” Harry tells her without an ounce of any emotion in his eyes.
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He was cold towards her, distant, and it wasn’t fair.
The girl hadn’t deserved it, she wasn’t a bad person, and she truly had tried to support Harry through his struggles of building a business.
However, the main issue out of all of it was that Harry wasn’t in love with her.
After the exciting first few months of dating, it faded into dullness much like he viewed everything in his life before YN.
Harry didn’t try to date again after that, he didn’t have the interest nor the energy to try to put the effort into something that he didn’t want.
He did go through a very awful depression though.
Where he came to the realization that he probably was never going to get married or have children.
Because despite how jaded and pessimistic he was about relationships, he always dreamed of having a wife and babies to come home to every night but instead it was just a massive mansion with no one but himself.
He would find himself desiring those things.
For example, the one day when he was looking for a box of books from his college years, he was interested in reading again.
He knew it was stowed away in one of the extra rooms.
When he walked into one of the rooms that he had never spent a minute of time in, he couldn't help but think to himself, ‘this would make the perfect nursery.’
That was a bad night.
After having that thought and realizing that it most likely would never be a nursery, he wasn’t proud to admit that he may have left a hole in the wall before closing the door and never going back in there again.
Harry turned into someone he didn’t like.
He was unfriendly, unapproachable, and cold to everyone.
No one was the exception, not even his mum and sister anymore.
He had no one which was his own doing, everything morphed into work and nothing else for him.
Occasionally, after one of the event dinners or out-of-town work trips, he would find someone for the night.
It was strictly sexual which he would always make very clear in the beginning of the encounter.
At some point, it became less and less frequent that he would hook-up with anyone because the more well-known, richer he became, the harder it was to find someone for just the night.
Even when they agreed to have a casual one-time thing by the time they had finished, they were typically begging Harry to at least stay the night or get his number.
It normally ended with them screaming that he’s a heartless asshole before kicking him out of their hotel room.
Well…not really kicking him out because the second they were done, he was already getting redressed and headed out the door anyway without a second look back.
Not once did he ever get the urge to ask for a number or for it to happen again.
Sex was sex to him.
It was never anything emotional, special, or mind-blowing.
It was mediocre at nearly all times and he would do it just to fill the physical need to get off.
He wasn’t a complete and utter asshole (yes, he was) but he always made sure that the woman that he was with was getting off too.
Harry never felt excitement in doing so, more of an obligation because it was only fair.
YN had insecurity in the beginning.
Unfortunately, a lot of the time Harry had hook-ups, it was caught by sneaky paparazzi whether it was him and the girl leaving the club together or him exiting the hotel after the deed was done.
And of course, all those pictures ended up not only on the internet but most of the time splayed across the cover of tabloids.
“Harry Styles Seen Leaving Hotel of American Model in Early Hours!”
“Harry Styles: Tech Billionaire and Womanizer?”
It took Harry quite a while to convince YN that none of that was relevant to their relationship and that she needed to not compare herself to the people that Harry had hooked up with in the past.
When he told YN that nobody has ever or would ever compare to her, god, he meant it with all his fucking being.
Harry understands the insecurity, he would have it too if he googled YN’s name, and articles, pictures of her with other men popped up in his search - he couldn’t even think about it without his blood boiling.
The issue was, in the beginning, YN didn’t see how fucking amazing she was.
She didn’t realize that she didn’t need to compare herself to those models and influencers because she was literally his dream woman from her intelligence, her wit, and her fucking looks.
It blew his mind that she didn’t see how gorgeous she was, that she even thought for a moment she wasn’t as pretty as the models, she was so much more beautiful than anyone he’d ever seen.
It had taken months of Harry showing that he meant his words for her to believe it.
He never even looked at another woman while they were out, even if they were trying to get with him, and in fact, he was exceptionally rude at all times (even though YN obviously never asked him to act like that).
Harry was as loyal as they fucking come, at least to YN, his loyalty was unwavering as well as his dedication to taking care of her and making her happy - it was impossible for YN not to see how stupidly in love he was with her.
And she started to believe in herself over time, in their relationship, and how much she meant to Harry.
It was incredible to watch her confidence grow in their relationship.
It made Harry proud to watch YN never hesitate anymore in what she wants.
She lets Harry spoil her now (within reason), doesn’t show any shyness in public situations, and has no issue holding conversations with Harry’s colleagues at business dinners.
He had tattooed her name on his chest, refused to negotiate a prenuptial agreement despite how much Harry’s lawyers had begged and pleaded with him to have one in case of divorce, and began to organize his accounts and businesses to take on YN’s name in half-ownership.
Everyone thought he was fucking insane.
One of the richest men in the world, with billions to lose, and he refused to sign a prenuptial agreement.
The thing was, YN was more than willing to sign one, she wasn’t after his money now nor would she be at any point so if he had wanted one signed, she wouldn’t have thought twice.
However, even she was shocked that he shut her down the moment she offered to sign one.
“I really don’t mind, I won’t be offended, H,” YN had told him softly after he’d gotten another nagging call from his lawyers about it.
“If we get divorced then my life’s already over, you might as well take everything I have because nothing’s more important than you,” Harry had told her firmly, unwavering and sure of his decision.
There was no room to even doubt that YN was it for Harry.
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It was three weeks until their wedding.
About two until they left for Italy.
Everything had been planned and now there was nothing else to do but wait until the day came.
Wedding planning was easy.
Harry was involved in most steps but always had let YN have lead on what she wanted for their day.
He was agreeable and the only thing he had shut-down the idea of was a brunch the next day after the wedding.
“You can host a brunch for everyone who flew out. However, we will not be there,” Harry had told the wedding planner as they sat at their dining room table, “I promise you that I will not be sharing my bride during our honeymoon.”
The wedding planner had laughed and their cheeks had twinged pink at the insinuation before babbling about planning it for the family visiting as YN rolled her eyes and pinched his thigh.
Later that night Harry had called him out for being so blunt.
“What?” Harry shrugs, unbothered and cocky, “You’re insane if you think that m’going to even let you get dressed the day after our wedding. You’re going to be my wife, m’going to be too busy fulfilling my husbandly duties to have a formal brunch with our families.”
YN couldn’t lie about the fact that his words built a warm pit of arousal in her stomach at the thought of their honeymoon and being able to call Harry her husband in a few weeks.
The bachelorette party was tonight which YN had been looking forward to for a while now.
Her college, high school friends, and sister who were going to be in the wedding were coming into town for the night.
Harry had booked all of them all rooms at a luxury hotel in the heart of London for the night before they all headed back home to avoid any drinking and driving or just driving after a long day.
Harry had booked YN the presidential suite (which YN didn’t even want to think about the price of) and set up a day of pampering with a personal masseuse coming to the room as well as someone to do a facial, manicure, and pedicure.
She truly had the most thoughtful husband-to-be.
When Bethany was planning the night, YN’s only rule was no strip-clubs.
Harry hadn’t set a boundary there, she knew that if she wanted to go to one that he wouldn’t stop her because he wasn’t like that.
However, YN knows he wouldn’t have been happy about her wanting to do that as YN’s stomach churned at the thought of Harry wanting to go to a strip club either - YN had no desire to see any other man nude but her own.
Bethany was easily agreeable, settling for a night of cowgirl themed fun.
YN was dressed in a cute white fringe dress with a cowgirl hat and bedazzled cowgirl boots to match.
All the other girls were dressed similarly with cowgirl hats, boots, and dresses, just not in white.
“You lookin’ for somethin’ to ride?” Harry murmurs as he slides up behind her as she organizes her purse at the kitchen island, hands coming to her hips to pull her bum back into the cradle of his hips.
“Ew, please for the love of god,” Gemma fake gags as she walks into the room, obviously overhearing his comment, and putting a finger in her mouth to mimic making herself sick, “I would have been fine never hearing that.”
YN can’t help but laugh at Harry’s put-out frown because he had been totally looking for a reaction from YN and didn’t get one because his sister had cockblocked him even though she didn’t even have time for a quickie before leaving.
Harry uses the grip on her hips to turn her around, fixing her hat where it had been off-centered, “You’re going to be safe, right? Don’t drink too much and do not put your drink down anywhere, always have an eye on it. I’ll be home all night, if you need me, you’ll call me.”
YN leans up to kiss him, thumbing at his frown lines, “I’ll be fine. I won’t drink too much and I won’t put my drink down anywhere. Please relax tonight, we won’t be needing to call you. We’re just having some fun.”
She knows Harry wants her to have fun with her bridesmaids but she also knows what a protective worry wart he will be all night until he gets a call confirming that she’s safe in her hotel room.
“Let me know the room number you’re staying in, just…I don’t want to be overbearing but please check in with me a few times?” Harry asks softly, he didn’t want to come off as controlling but he just wants to make sure she’s safe, that was it.
“You’re not overbearing,” YN shakes her head, eyes fond, “I will check in with you. Please don’t spend the whole night anxious.”
“M’not anxious,” Harry denies mulishly as he glares at his sister who’s snickering, “Fuck off, Gems.”
Gemma puts her hands up, “I didn’t even say anything!”
“You were thinking somethin’,” Harry mumbles as he pulls YN more into his chest for a bear hug.
“Just thinking how disgustingly soft you’ve gone,” Gemma laughs, not meanly though, “You used to not even answer your phone for weeks, now you’re like this…”
Harry doesn’t like the jab.
It was passive-aggressive.
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There were times before YN where he wouldn’t answer their calls for weeks.
And when he would answer, it wouldn’t be with pleasantries.
He remembers one of the last times that happened before YN.
Harry had answered after three calls in a row, “What the fuck do you want? I’m busy.”
“Harry,” Gemma sighs, sadness and irritation in her tone, “We haven’t heard from you in nearly a month. We worry about you. The only way we know you’re even alive is through seeing your picture plastered on the front of Daily Mail.”
Harry grits his teeth as he resists the urge to hang up, he had turned into someone who was uncaring, lacking empathy for himself and others, he was a shell of the person he could be.
“I’m fine,” Harry replies tightly, still typing on a report that needed to be sent in within the next fifteen minutes.
“It’s just…We know you’re fine but you don’t even check in on us. You know? Mum cries over it. You don’t even care about u-“ Gemma’s voice is shaky like she’s about to cry and Harry can’t handle it.
“God, I don’t have time for a fuckin’ guilt trip,” Harry snaps, cutting her off and feeling a hot anger beginning to simmer in his veins, “I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know what you want from me.”
“I…I just don’t know if you even want a relationship with us sometimes, Harry,” Gemma sniffles as she speaks, “Do you even want that?”
“I don’t know what the fuck I want,” Harry replies coldly before he does pull the phone away from his ear, hitting the end call button before turning his phone off entirely.
The next time his mum and Gemma had seen Harry was when they met YN, even though it hadn’t gone as planned, it was like seeing a new man.
After starting to see YN, Harry started answering text messages more, started inviting them over for dinner, and started calling them to see how they were doing nearly once a week.
Anne and Gemma both had an idea that YN encouraged him to do so, to rebuild the relationship with his mum and sister, for that ... .they couldn’t be more grateful for her coming into his life.
Gemma remembers the first time she’d really seen past her initial doubt of YN and realized that she was genuinely in love with Harry for who he was but also how much he respected her.
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It was a family dinner at Anne’s.
Harry had a late day in the office, they had been nearly twenty minutes late, and had arrived right when Anne was putting everything on the table.
Where YN was in good spirits as always, Harry was subdued as he normally always is but Gemma was surprised that despite his barely-there greeting to his mum and sister, Harry had still helped YN out of her jacket and got her something to drink before pulling out her chair for her.
Harry ate silently for the most part as Gemma, Anne, and YN engaged in conversation as they were still getting to know each other.
Harry was sipping his wine, without much expression on his face but his arm was around the back of YN’s chair, his hand gently cupping the back of her neck in a simple but intimate gesture as she spoke.
At some point, a passive aggressive jab here and there starts to get thrown towards Harry by Gemma.
Just because Harry was doing better at coming around didn’t mean that it still didn’t hurt that he treated his family so poorly for so many years and now just because he has a girlfriend he’s a new person.
It didn’t make her forget the past.
And maybe that’s why she gave YN such a hard time in the beginning too because she felt a little resentment because nothing Gemma did could get Harry to want a relationship with them but YN just said the word and he obeyed.
“I wouldn’t know about that. Harry hasn’t come to Christmas in three years,” Gemma shrugs, not hiding the bite in her tone because it was true.
Three fucking Christmases where Harry never came home.
“Enough,” Harry replies shortly as he makes eye contact with Gemma, putting his fork down and taking another swig of his wine.
YN bites her lip at the interaction, sighing as she nibbles on her buttered roll.
“What? Just calling it like it is. You haven’t shown up for one single holiday for years, Harry. What did you do those days anyways? Spend it with a girl? With friends? Do you know how that made mum-“ Gemma begins to get angrier as she puts down her silverware.
“Gemma,” Anne scolds, not wanting a fight to erupt over dinner.
“You don’t know anything,” Harry hissed as his fist clenched on the table, sitting straighter, “I wasn’t spending it with a girl or a boy or anyone. I was alone, alone in my fucking house, Gemma. Don’t act like you ever really made a fucking effort to check-in on me-“
“Harry,” YN's voice is firmer than Gemma’s ever heard it, “They’re just hurt. They love you and they missed you. If you don’t have anything constructive to say back, just listen.”
Anne and Gemma both tense, expecting Harry to turn his anger towards YN and lose it on her for trying to tell him what to do which he’d never ever responded well to in the past.
Anne is about to try to break the tension, to avoid Harry flipping out on YN.
Harry reacts differently than either Anne or Gemma could have anticipated.
His shoulders slump noticeably, his jaw unclenching as he exhales out of his nose, and he looks at YN with something of an apology in his eyes before he nods and quietly says, “I would appreciate it if we could change topics now.”
YN smiles widely, proud of him, and leans in to kiss his cheek before quickly changing the subject back to something more light-hearted.
After dinner, while Anne begins doing the washing up, Gemma goes to use the restroom but stops short when she realizes that Harry and YN are in the hallway talking softly.
“M’sorry, I hate when you see me like that. I just…They don’t know that it wasn’t anything to do with them but how fucking depressed I was and I get defensive,” Harry says lowly, frustrated.
Gemma’s heart hurts at that.
She knew he wasn’t in the best mindset but she didn’t know how bad his mental health was which does make her feel a bit guilty of not making more of an effort.
She had taken his distance as him wanting no relationship with his family - not that he was struggling too much to be around them.
Gemma peeks around the corner, to get a view of them.
Harry has his back against the wall, YN pressed into his space as his hands are wrapped around her waist, looking down at her with an expression that Gemma doesn’t recognize on his face.
“Stop apologizing, H,” YN murmurs to him, her hand running along his jawline as she speaks, “I’m just so proud of how far you’ve come to work through those struggles. That’s all that matters now.”
Harry nods in agreement as he leans down to rest his forehead against hers.
“I don’t deserve you,” Harry murmurs as she nudges her nose against his, “I love you more than anything else on this earth. You’re…you’re just everything to me.”
“I love you more,” YN hums back, a quirk at the corner of her lips like she knows it will get a reaction out of him.
It works.
Harry quickly flips them so that she’s pressed into the wall.
However, that’s Gemma’s cue because when she hears him start to talk about how later he’ll ‘show her how much he loves her’ than she wants to physically get ill.
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However, Harry has come a long way in his attitude (at least with his family).
As they stand in the kitchen, Harry decides to ignore the passive-aggressive jab that Gemma throws about being ‘too soft’ because he wants to snap at her but just moves on.
“The car is here,” Gemma reports when her phone dings, “We should get going.”
YN leans up on her tiptoes to give Harry another kiss, “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you more,” Harry replies as he bites at the corner of his lip, “Please be safe. Just one call and I’ll be there.”
“I know, H. We won’t need that though. Just relax tonight,” YN reminds him even though she knows it is fruitless at this point because he’s a little worry wart when it comes to her.
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Everything was going good until they got to their third club of the night.
It was getting close to midnight by the time they arrived, having reserved a booth, and ordered drinks as they sat down at their table.
YN had a nice buzz going on, her goal was to stay tipsy for most of the night, getting drunk before pulling back and drinking water for a little bit to settle it all down.
Everyone was having so much fun, at the first bar which was more dive than anything else, had a mechanical bull that they all had taken turns, and some of the bridesmaids getting thrown off comically fast.
This third club was relatively busy with bumping music and cocktail waitresses walking around with bottles of grey goose on ice in big buckets, it wasn’t YN’s normal scene but she was enjoying it tonight.
Until another group of girls arrive that sit at the booth across from them.
From the very beginning, YN doesn’t like the vibe they give off.
They’re constantly staring over at their booth, whispering amongst themselves even in the loud room, and giggling like they’re making fun of them which YN doesn’t understand because she doesn’t even know these girls.
She looks over at them and definitely has never met any of them which means there should obviously be no issues between them.
The other bridesmaids notice the behavior too, which is when they decide to start winding down for a while, moving towards a second bar in the club that was further away from the music and craziness.
It wasn’t necessarily quiet but it was much more calm, relaxed in this area where they could all sit at a high-top table and talk without screaming over each other which was a nice change from the other places they’d been at so far.
Once again, everything is going fine until that same group of girls trail in only a few minutes after YN’s group to find a table very close to theirs, eyes flickering over at them like earlier.
YN and her friends discuss the weird behavior but decide to just ignore it because they’re not going to let it ruin their night and she doesn’t want to make a mountain out of a molehill.
As it gets deeper into the early mornings, the bar has nearly cleared out completely, most of the patrons going back towards the dance floor or stumbling home drunk by now.
YN and her bridesmaids were still having fun, gossiping and playing drinking games, and enjoying the night - having completely forgotten about the other table of girls until it was only them left in the bar with YN’s group.
YN’s buzz had faded however and realized that she was sober by now from her lack of alcohol in the past two hours which inspired her to go over to the bar to order something to get the edge back.
As she sits at the bar, someone slides onto the barstool beside her, and YN turns - expecting it to be one of her friends but it isn’t.
It’s a girl from the other group.
She was tall, blonde, and pretty but YN felt put-off by the smile on her face.
“Congratulations,” The girl smiles as she nods towards YN’s outfit, it didn’t seem genuine though but more condescending.
“Thank you,” YN replies not to be rude but looks back towards the bartender after that.
“I’m glad to see that Harry has finally settled for someone after losing me,” She shrugs nonchalantly, acting like her comment wasn’t absurd.
YN’s eyes widen in surprise, taken aback for a second as she turns towards her again, “Excuse me?”
The blonde has an innocent look on her face, “Oh, you don’t know me? I’m sure he’s talked about me. Or maybe it hurt him too much. After how much he begged for me to stay with him, I’d be embarrassed too.”
In the beginning of the relationship, this would have absolutely rocked YN, and destroyed her for a while because it played into all of her insecurities.
These beautiful women who’ve had a relationship with Harry would make her jealous and lower her self-esteem.
Now she’s able to smell bullshit from ten miles away.
YN knows for a fact that the girl is lying because of how extensively YN and Harry have discussed their dating histories.
Harry was extremely upfront about his past.
His one relationship through high school and the start of his career and then after that, no relationships, a few dates, and multiple partners that were nothing more than one-night stands.
Harry had admitted to her his patterns, finding a random hook-up and leaving right after they’d finished, no matter how much the girl asked that he stayed - he told her that with a bit of shame of not being more empathetic towards the girls.
YN knew without a shadow of a doubt that this girl was lying.
“I bet,” YN snorts out a laugh, showing exactly how unbothered she is.
The girl doesn’t appreciate that, her face drops when she realizes that she doesn’t have the upper hand in the situation, and that her words didn’t affect YN the way that she wanted them to.
It was more obvious that this girl had most likely been burned by Harry and was angry about it still if YN was to guess - she wanted more with Harry and he didn’t give into it.
“You don’t believe me?” The blonde asks in disbelief, ignoring the drink the bartender slides to her.
“Not for a moment, babe,” YN smiles, matching that condescending tone.
Because not only has YN grown into being more self-confident and empowered, Harry has also shown her a lot about how important it is that she stands up for herself, she doesn’t always have to be nice, and use manners.
It’s okay to be rude to people who aren’t being nice to you.
Before Harry, YN was more of a people pleaser who didn’t want to rock the boat and would sometimes let herself be walked over because of it but now, well now she wasn’t going to let this happen with this girl sitting beside her.
The woman hesitates for a moment, not prepared for this but then she says something to prove her knowledge of Harry, “You don’t believe me? Then how would I know that Harry has a small pink scar, you know where I’m talking about, don’t you?”
YN does know exactly what she’s talking about.
She’s well acquainted with the small scar that she often will land a kiss on when she’s kissing down his belly.
A small scar to the right, just above the base of him from where he’d cut himself shaving as a teenager, the first time he’d tried to do some manscaping and failed miserably.
YN still teased him about it sometimes.
The comment didn’t trigger anything other than annoyance.
She was confident, sure of her relationship with Harry.
She acknowledges that Harry has slept with other people before they met, just as she had slept with a few before him who could name a defining feature on her body too - it wasn’t a big deal.
At the end of the day, YN was the one in Harry’s bed at night, with a rock on her finger, her name on his chest, and a wedding in Italy planned in less than a month where Harry had given her everything she wanted.
Before YN can respond, a few of her friends trail over, concerned once they realize that she was sitting at the bar with a girl from the other group.
“Is there an issue here?” Bethany steps in, putting her hands on the back of YN’s barstool.
“My new friend here, wait sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” YN plasters the fakest smile back on her face.
“Carmen,” She replies tersely, shoulders tight and an unhappy tilt to her lips.
“Carmen here thought that it was necessary to come over to her and inform me that she has slept with Harry,” YN lays out, hoping she realizes how absurd what she had done was.
The other girls in YN’s group visibly tense, completely unaware how YN felt about it because if they were in her shoes - it would be difficult for them to hear.
“That’s quite literally the most bizarre thing I have ever heard,” Bethany shakes her head as she looks at the girl, “Why did you find that important to do? Are you trying to ruin her bachelorette party? What the fuck did she ever do to you?”
Carmen straightens her shoulder, more defensive, “You guys have been walking around this club like you own it and I decided to knock you down a few notches. You think you’re hot shit because you’re marrying some douchebag billionaire but I just wanted to remind you that you’re not the only person who’s fucked him.”
The bridesmaids audibly gasp at the words that leave the girls mouth, a few of them about to kick off their heels to start throwing punches but are all really waiting for YN’s reaction because they’ll go based off of her.
And if YN was being honest, she would love to slap this girl right across the face but she’s better than that, she won’t give into this girl’s shitty behavior because at the end of the day, it doesn’t bother her.
“I may not be the only one who’s fucked him,” YN agrees, still keeping her tone casual and calm, even taking a sip of her cocktail, “However, I’m the only one who gets to fuck him for the rest of our lives. I’m sorry you didn’t make a big enough impression on him to get this.”
YN doesn’t care that it’s cocky and arrogant when she sticks out her left hand, the massive diamond on her finger sparkled beautifully in the dim lighting, and it was a jaw-dropping piece of jewelry.
“The difference between you and I, Carmen, is that Harry wouldn’t even remember who you are whereas I could go home right now and get the thing that you obviously want from him,” YN chuckles as she slips off the barstool, “Have a great night.”
“Fucking bitch,” Carmen seethes, her drink was nearly empty but there was maybe a sip left at the bottom, and she takes her glass, throwing hte contents over YN’s white dress.
There’s not much, however the red dye from the grenadine in her mixed drink would undeniably stain the material, and chaos erupts for a minute as YN quite literally has to hold back one of her feistier friends from attacking.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” YN assures them, still calm and not going to let it escalate any further, she had her fun but she was pretty much sober by this point and really really wanted to go home.
Not to her hotel but to Harry.
What YN didn’t know is the moment that Gemma had gotten a whiff of what was going on and what was likely to transpire, she had texted Harry that it might be best for him to come down.
The two groups of girls separate, going back to their respective tables, and still glaring at each other while YN sighs, rubbing the corner of her eye for a moment because the night wasn’t nearly as fun anymore and this was the last club.
However, her friends were still in party mode and had just ordered another round of drinks - a bit too impaired still to sense that YN wasn’t as engaged anymore in the activities especially because she was sticky from the drink and those girls were still harassing them.
It’s maybe fifteen minutes later, of the other group of girls occasionally making a loud comment or bumping a chair ‘accidentally’ on the way to the bar, and YN is about to call it, even if it disappoints her friends.
Suddenly, the room gets suspiciously silent, the only sound is the dull music in the background.
YN’s confused as to why her friends stopped talking out of nowhere and now she didn’t hear the other group of girls either.
When she turns to look around, she’s realizes why everyone’s gone silent because Harry was standing in the doorway with a eerirely blank face but his jaw was ticked in a sure tell that he was fucking livid.
Harry doesn’t walk over to YN’s table first which surprises her, unsure of what is going on at the moment, and instead he strides right over to the group of other girls who are staring wide-eyed and gaped at him.
“Can someone at this table please tell me who the fuck is interfering with my fiancée’s bachelorette party?” Harry asks in a deadly serious, firm voice but still manages to be steady and monotone.
It’s comical, the girls looking over at Carmen but YN realizes (and so do other girls at that table) that Harry doesn’t even remember which one of them he slept with to call them out.
Another wound to Carmen’s ego.
The girls at the table are at least a little frightened which made sense because Harry was the most intimidating person that YN had ever met in her life.
They also don’t want to put their friend on the spot so they all stay silent.
“You better play it up,” Bethany murmurs to YN and all the girls agree with her, little giggles echoing through their group.
For a minute, she doesn’t realize what they mean until it clicks.
Oh, she definitely knows how to not only pull at Harry’s heartstrings but show these girls just how crazy he is about her (if him showing up wasn’t already sign enough).
“Since no one wants to talk,” Harry finally looks at the table, “YN, my love, can you come over here for a minute?”
“Time to shine,” Gemma laughs under her breath as they give her an encouraging shove.
YN has a napkin in her hand, beginning to dab at her eyes like she’s tearful, and even manages a convincing sniffle as she makes her way over to them, siding up next to Harry.
He automatically tugs her into his side, a little bit behind her, “Which one is claiming to be the one I begged to stay?”
The condescending tone made it ten times more embarrassing for Carmen.
“Her,” YN convincingly stutters her words, just enough like she’s so choked up with emotion that she can barely even speak.
Harry’s eyes narrow on Carmen, showing absolutely no recongition or familiarity as he checks her over with judgement clear on his face, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You really are that nasty of a person that you want the bride to be crying at her own bachelorette party?”
All the girls get ruffled at that, disagreeing because they all knew that YN was faking it, and Carmen is the one who calls it out, affronted, “She literally just started this bullshit act when you arrived! She wasn’t acting like this before!”
Harry broadens his shoulders, “You’re the one I fucked?”
Carmen’s face drops, eyes avoiding her friend’s stares because if YN was to guess, she made up a big story about how much Harry had loved her, wanted her, and then she turned him down.
They were realizing now that their friend was full of shit.
Carmen snarls, backed into a corner now, “Don’t act like you forget! You begged me to stay after I got up to leave.”
Harry lets out a startling loud bark of laughter that even makes YN jump, it slices through the thick air, and he’s smiling so much his dimples are popping as he sobers up enough to talk.
“The only person I’ve begged to stay in my bed is that one that has a ring on her finger,” Harry replies surely, squeezing YN’s hip, “I surely did not beg you to stay in bed. And though I wouldn’t be able to point you out in a crowd, I think I may remember you throwing an absolute fit when I got up to get dressed.”
Harry snaps his fingers like something has suddenly hit him, “You’re the girl who followed me all the way to the elevator, begging me to give you a chance. Am I right? I am right.”
YN’s group of friends have to cough to disguise their laughter.
“Fuck you,” Carmen hisses angrily, her hand clenching her drink.
“I highly doubt I’ll ever see you again. Especially in the next few weeks when I’ll be in Italy, celebrating the fact that I’m about to marry this woman next to me, and in a few weeks you’ll probably be just as miserable,” Harry tells her as his thumb rubs a soothing circle on YN’s hip.
“You’re a fucking dickhead,” The blonde retorts as tears start to well in her eyes.
“I hope you take this humiliation as a lesson to mind your own fucking business. When you think about ruining someone else’s night, remember this. I hope your friends realize how foul of a person you are,” Harry gives them all a glance before he’s stepping back and bringing YN along with him.
Harry, just off to the side, where that group of girls can still see them pulls her into a hug.
“I’m sorry your night was ruined,” Harry murmurs into her hair before he’s tucking a finger under her chin to bring their lips together, “I am so embarrassed on my end. This is my fucking fault from being stupid and just sleeping with whoever was available when I was-“
“You know I’m not really upset, right?” YN giggles in his hold when he frowns, “I was just doing it to get a reaction out of them. There’s nothing to apologize for or feel embarrassed about, H. I know you’ve slept with other people, so have I.”
Harry bares his teeth at that, eyes getting a bit more dilated, “Only one who’s given it to you good is me, right baby? Only one you’ll ever need now because I give you everything you want, hm?”
“S’the main reason I’m marrying you,” YN teases as she presses a bit closer to him which in turn makes his hand tighten on the small of her back, keeping her right where she is, “But I don’t know…I don’t know if I compare to all your many conquests….Beautiful woman who-“
Harry cuts her off with a harsh kiss, enough to sting when his teeth bump her lip for a moment but it doesn’t deter him from taking what he wanted until he pulls back just the slightest, “Don’t you fucking dare ever compared yourself to anyone else. S’you, you’re it for me. Never had anything better. I never begged for anything in my life before you. Now I beg on the daily, don’t I, pet? Beg for your kisses, your mouth on me. Beg for you to sit your pretty cun-“
“Okay, okay,” YN begins to feel the heat in her belly rise up, “We’re still in public, macho man.”
“I can’t fucking wait until your my wife,” Harry rumbles as he steals a few more kisses, uncaring of anyone who may be watching or in the room as he shows a little possessiveness over her.
“I can’t wait either, H,” YN replies with one more softer kiss, “Thank you for coming down here and standing up for me.”
“Anytime,” Harry says as he’s finally detaching his hand from her bum before he turns a bit sheepish, “I was scared, a bit. It’s fucking embarrassing.”
“It’s not-“ YN begins to argue but is cut off when someone wraps their arm around her shoulder.
“Shall we continue this party back at the hotel?” Her friend, Gabby, half-slurs as the others come to join them, all of them chirping and hollering in agreement at continuing the party from here on out.
“I think I’m just going to have a quiet rest of the night girls,” YN tells them, she was tired and a bit stressed for whatever reason, and she was stone cold sober.
The girls are amazing, they don’t try to argue or guilt-trip her but instead ask if she’d be upset if they continued the party without her which of course she didn’t, she encouraged them to be safe and to continue the fun.
They decide they wanted to stay at the club a bit longer and all gave YN long hugs (and a few kisses) which made Harry roll his eyes as he waited off to the side for her until she bounds over and he walks her out.
“Let’s get you to the hotel,” Harry hums as he opens her car door for her.
“No,” YN frowns, not getting into the car but instead glaring at him.
“No?” Harry replies dumbly.
“I want to go home, to our home with you,” YN clarifies as if she didn’t make it obvious before (maybe she didn’t).
It’s Harry’s turn to frown, “Are…are you sure? This is supposed to be your night and of course, because of me it was fuckin’ ruined, wasn’t it?”
“Harry,” YN tries but Harry has gone cold, motioning her once again to get into the car and this time she doesn’t argue as he walks quickly around, gets in the driver’s seat, and revs the engine before peeling out of the parking lot.
Harry’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
“I don’t understand why you’re so upset, H,” YN tells him honestly, hands anxiously twisting on her lap.
Harry scoffs loudly, “Like it isn’t obvious? I’m upset because I ruined your night. I’m upset because I fucked up so much by sleeping with those stupid fucking girls, girls that I didn’t even like. Now because I did that, you have to deal with the consequences of my actions. Do you know how embarrassing that is? For my fiancée to be out at her bachelorette party, only to be harassed by a girl I had sex with one time and I didn’t even remember her? I hate that I was like that.”
“The only thing ruining my night is this,” YN snaps back, letting the frustration roll over her, “I was so fucking proud of myself because I handled myself so well. I didn’t get jealous or insecure when she confronted me. She even knew about the scar you have and it didn’t bother me. I thought you’d be proud of me.”
Harry’s melts right then and there, she can almost physically feel the anger exiting his body as he reaches over to put his hand on her thigh, eyes apologetic as he glances over at her, “M’heart, I am…I am so good damn proud of you. It’s just hard because these things happen because of mistakes I’ve made before I met you. I hated the person I was. I don’t like when I get confronted with my past. I am sorry I overlooked how well you handled the situation.”
“I just…I feel like I’ve come a long way from when we first started dating,” YN shrugs as she picks at a loose thread on her dress, moving to kick off her cowboy boots as they were starting to get uncomfortable on her aching feet, “I don’t hold anything you’ve done before we got together against you and you’re not that person anymore. It doesn’t feel great to have someone share an intimate detail about your soon-to-be-husband about their bits but I managed to stay level headed.”
Harry’s face twists at that, affronted, “What the fuck did she say about my cock?”
YN snorts at the typical response, “Don’t worry. She mentioned knowing about the little scar above it.”
Harry shakes his head in disgust, “S’a bit creepy how much she remembers from a one-time-hookup.”
“Shouldn’t be showing your bits to just anyone,” YN chirps back, now teasing because the tension has faded into something comfortable and just them again.
Harry scowls as he looks ahead at the road, “It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re the only person who’ll ever be seeing ‘em again.”
“I just hope you don’t run into all of the three people I slept with before you,” YN hums, biting her lip as she looks out the window because she knows for a fact it will get a reaction out of him because he’s a jealous son of a bitch.
It works beautifully, his hand resting on her thigh inches further up under the hem of her dress, fingertips brushing the lace before he gives her a squeeze rough enough to make want to moan.
Then he may just do the sexiest thing YN’s ever witnessed.
Still looking forward, one hand on the wheel, and the other on her - he moves further between her thighs until he’s cupping her mound through her thin underwear possessively, “This is mine, isn’t it? She wasn’t even treated right before me so those other pricks don’t even count.”
“Harry,” YN whines out, trying to adjust her hips to get some friction going against his palm but he’s not budging.
“Answer me,” Harry prompts as he gives her nothing to work with.
YN can’t even remember the question for a second, her mind fuzzy from arousal.
“It’s yours,” YN agrees breathlessly, hoping to get rewarded, “Only one to make me feel good.”
“That’s fuckin’ right,” Harry rumbles proudly, thumb moving to brush against her swollen clit before stilling again, “And you know what else, my heart?”
“Hm?” YN manages but her brain-to-mouth filter was malfunctioning as her core pulses for more.
“You’ve said in the past that you haven’t been any of my firsts but do you know how untrue that is? I’ve never had sex with someone I’ve been in love with before you. You know how I love to lay you out and make you come so many times you can barely keep your legs open? I’ve never even had the desire to do that before you. I care one hundred times more about getting you off than if I do.”
“Touch me,” YN groaned because she was throbbing by this point.
Harry sighs, shaking his head, “I’ve just poured my heart out of you. Confessed my love, confessed that you’re the first person I’ve really enjoyed sex with and I’ll I get back is a ‘touch me’?”
He mimics her whiny tone when he repeats what she says which makes her grit her teeth.
“I’m sorry,” YN provides without any real feeling behind it.
Harry laughs now, more of a fond shake of his head, “Darling, you didn’t even try to sound sincere. You spoiled lil’ thing.”
“Yeah because I want you to make me come. You’re all fucking talk at this point,” YN snaps at him because the sexual frustration was real and she’d gone through too much bullshit and excitement to be teased like this.
Harry glances over at her with heat behind his eyes, “I’m all talk, am I?”
It always worked to challenge him, Harry was easy in that way, always wanting to prove he was this tough alpha man who could give his girl what she needed at all times.
“Seems to be,” YN rolls her eyes which she knows gets on his nerves.
“We’ll see ‘bout that,” Harry replies but his voice had gone even deeper, if that was possible, and his accent was getting thicker with each syllable.
Harry’s moves quickly now, still impressively focused on the road as he roughly tugs her underwear to the side, his thumb finding her clit right away and pressing with enough pressure that she tries to twitch away from the blunt sensitivity before settling into it.
On top of that, his index and middle finger curl up inside to pet at her walls, and nudging at the sensitive spot makes her want to clench her legs together from the stimulation.
YN’s hand unconsciously moves to wrap around the wrist of the hand that’s working her over, just grabbing it but not trying to move it.
And embarrassingly, the thought that occurs to her is that in a few weeks that same hand that’s getting her off will have a beautiful gold band on it signifying that he’s all hers in every way is enough to make her come.
Harry removes his hand, having no shame is putting the same fingers into his mouth - something that had absolutely shocked her to see when they first started dating but now only serves to make her wetter.
“I always thought that married life would be boring, you know? S’why I gave up on looking for so long,” Harry tells her with that same teasing lift in his tone, “I thought it’d be the same ole’ same ole’ everyday until I keel over. Never imagined I woudl have the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my passenger seat, letting me fuck her with my fingers on the way home. That’s some amazin’ married life, huh?”
YN knows there’s some truth behind his dirty talk but she has also heard him talk so many times about the real reason he’s so excited to make her his wife because of how much he loves her, how he could never imagine being with someone else, how he’d never want anyone else, how she’s the other only he’d ever want to be the mother of his children.
However, how fiery, passionate, and fierce their sex life was didn’t hurt either.
There were so many reasons why YN didn’t let insecurities get to her anymore because how could she?
Any thoughts of the events of that night faded once they got into the safe space of their home, where they didn’t even make it up stairs before Harry was whispering the softest, most loving things as she rode him on a random decorative chair in the foyer.
God, married life was going to be great.
