Babe!! Can we get some Cheater H smut where he’s at the gym and he’s fucking Reader and then his wife comes in but he keeps going and she doesn’t notice? I need that so bad OMG
I Don’t Wanna Talk To You*
warnings: smut, cheating, dry humping, unprotected sex, praise, dumbification, lil bit of exhibitionism, creampie
pairings: cheater harry x reader
masterlist | harry styles masterlist
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“Harry?” YN calls, closing his front door behind her as she steps out of her shoes and makes her way further inside. She takes a peek at every room inside on the first floor of the house, frowning when she doesn’t see him in any of them. His car is definitely in the driveway and his location definitely says he’s home, so she heads up to the bedroom to see if he’s there. She finds the bed unmade but his slippers are still there, so she’s left to believe he must be in the basement.
She quickly jogs quietly down the stairs, the sounds of grunts and pants leading her directly to where he is. She steps inside the open door of his home gym, and lo and behold, she finds Harry in all his glory, in the middle of a drop set of deadlifts. His muscles are on full display, his back flexing with each rep. He hasn’t noticed her yet, so she takes the time to admire, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together at the thought of him making those sounds because of her; straining above her the way he is now.
The grunts haven’t stopped, the noises only fuelling her crude thoughts about the man she’s been dating for a year now. It only continues for about three more minutes, and then she’s watching him as he walks over to the wall nearest him and places the dumbbells down, squatting down to take a sip of his water. Everything he does ignites a fire in her that’s unexplainable. Her thighs are beginning to ache with how hard she’s squeezing them together, and they damn near snap in half when he finally turns around and notices her, his eyes lighting up and a dimpled grin covering his face immediately.
His eyes trail over her body as he strides toward her, and her heart is beating so fast she thinks she’ll pass out right then. He doesn’t even try to hide it when his eyes linger on her chest before trailing down to her thighs and he’s smirking when he sees how tight she’s clenching them. The sight ignites something in him as well, his cock stirring slightly in the loose shorts he’d chosen to workout in, but he forces it down. When he reaches her he leans down and intentionally presses a sweet kiss to her lips, moving away before she can deepen it. It pulls a needy whine from her lips as she chases his with hers, and he gives in immediately, wrapping one hand around her throat as their lips meet again.
She’s shifting on her feet and moaning into the kiss, nearly melting into the floor when his tongue starts to explore her mouth. With his free hand he reaches for the front of her tube top and frees her breasts, making her groan as the cool air of the gym begins to harden them. He begins to roll one between his thumb and forefinger, separating their lips and pressing their foreheads together to gauge her reaction.
“M’glad you’re here, baby,” he coos, rubbing a thumb over the hardening bud. She smiles brightly at his words, thinking he’s finally going to give her what she’s literally craving right now, but he doesn’t. “Need a spot for these bench presses, my love. Can’t be getting stuck,” he finishes, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.
Her smile falters just a bit as he grabs her hand and leads her to where he’ll be working next, and then he’s climbing onto the bench. She’s just standing there sort of awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what he wants her to do. “Cmon, hop on top,” he teases, chuckling as her eyes go wide, but she does as he says.
As soon as she’s comfortable, he goes straight into his sets, and he can’t even lie and say that he doesn’t exaggerate his grunts a little bit because he knows what they do to her. The fact that she’s sat right atop his abs isn’t helping either, she can feel each and every strain of his muscles whenever he goes to push the bar back up. The thin grey biker shorts she’d worn today and forgone panties with don’t stand a chance with how wet she is, and when she feels his abs graze her swollen clit it takes everything in her not to cry out in pleasure.
Harry just acts as if he’s none the wiser, continuing his set like he doesn’t feel the small amount of wetness she’s left on his stomach, or the way she throbs each time his abs flex against her. It takes all of his restraint when he feels her give into the temptation and start to rock her hips down onto his abs, but he has absolutely none left when she just begins to moan shamelessly at the pleasure she’s experiencing.
He places the bar on the rack and moves his hands to her hips, helping her to move along his abdomen. Her moans have picked up so loudly that they’re echoing throughout the small room, and his cock has become rock hard in his shorts. All he can do is ignore the throbbing and watch YN as she’s in absolute bliss above him, her head now thrown back as she gets closer to her orgasm.
Deciding to make the experience even filthier than it already is, Harry speaks up. “Such a dirty girl,” he rasps, watching with hooded eyes as hers meet his. “So desperate f’me you’re just grinding on my tummy, poor thing. Just couldn’t wait, hm?” his teasing does nothing but urge her toward the edge, and she’s nodding with all her energy, unable to find the words to express what she’s feeling, but he knows. “I know, darling. Cum f’me. Cum all over me and I’ll give you what you need.”
Those words are all the encouragement she needed to cum, her hips stilling and her legs shaking slightly as her orgasm wracks her body, a loud cry of pleasure leaving her. She cums so hard tears form in her eyes and start to fall down her face as Harry helps her ride it out, gradually slowing the movement of her hips until she’s grounded.
She eventually comes around breathlessly, her chest heaving. Harry doesn’t waste another moment and he helps her off of him before he’s easing her onto the floor and on her back, climbing on top of her to bring their lips together. The angle provides him with the perfect angle to slot himself between her thighs and press his throbbing bulge against her, bucking his hips slightly at the feeling of her wetness beginning to leak onto his pants.
The action makes him graze her clit slightly, and she whines a bit in overstimulation before he’s pulling away to look down at her. He groans out loud and his cock twitches at the sight before him; her little grey shorts are absolutely drenched from her orgasm, the dark patch in the middle glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the gym.
He can’t help but bring his hands to her waistband and begin helping her out of them, and he becomes absolutely feral when he sees a string of her wetness connecting her to the shorts. Bringing them down past her ankles, he takes just a moment to admire how beautiful she is, and any other time he’d simply eat her out until she passed out, but he’s too desperate to feel her.
So he frees himself from his pants and immediately lines himself up with her, pressing his tip into her swollen pussy. Her eyes flutter closed at the stretch, and when he just slowly pushes in until their hips meet, she wraps her legs around his hips to press him as deep as he can go. They’re both already wrecked, so close to cumming and he hasn’t even started to fuck her properly. He gives her a bit to adjust before he pulls out and plunges back in just as deep as before, setting a punishing pace from the beginning.
YN’s moans and the sounds of their skin meeting are loud in his ears as the pace surprises her, and she can feel the light dusting of hair on his pubic bone grazing her clit, making the feeling that much better. Placing her hands on either sides of his head, she brings his lips to hers and moans against them as he literally fucks her like it’s their last time together. She can feel her orgasm burning deep in her belly, her back beginning to arch until they’re interrupted.
The sound of a phone ringing on the floor next to them disrupts the little bubble they've formed, and when Harry pulls away to look down at it, a dark smile takes over his features as he realizes it's his wife FaceTiming him. He flips it around to show YN and her eyes widen when she realizes he hasn't slowed down even a little bit. She goes to ask him if they should stop but he speaks up before she can, pressing himself inside of her as deep as he can, making her choke on a moan.
"If I answer this call, will you be a good girl for me and keep quiet until I finish?" he asks her, reaching up with the hand that's not holding his phone and pressing his thumb into her mouth, a satisfied hum coming from deep within his chest when she nods enthusiastically, immediately closing her mouth around the digit.
He's still pressed deep inside of her their hips flush as he swipes the button to answer, turning his camera off as the call begins to connect. The moment it does, he can't resist the urge to roll his eyes as he sees his wife sitting at the fanciest brunch restaurant in the city, sipping on what he knows is the start of her bottomless mimosas. He can't even imagine the hit their bank account has taken, because he knows she loves to go shopping with her friends to show off and they always end up at the expensive restaurant they reside at now.
"Harryyy baby. I miss youuu," she drawls, the way she says his name making his nose scrunch up in disgust as she gets closer to the camera and forms her lips into a pout. He resists the urge to gag and decides to take his mind off of it, pulling his thumb from YN's mouth and bringing it down to her swollen clit and pressing down firmly before he begins to rub slow circles right on the head.
He watches YN in pure adoration as she brings her lips into her mouth in an attempt to keep quiet, and he decides to make things even harder by pulling out of her until his tip is resting at her entrance before slamming back into her. He thinks he'll cum right then when her eyes roll back into her head and her hands flail around to find anything to ground herself, a small broken whimper leaving her lips from the sensation. He’s brought back to earth, though, by the annoying, high pitched sound that is his wife’s voice.
“Do you want to say hi to my friends, they really want to meet you someday. I was thinking maybe they could come over to the house today?” she questions, her voice hopeful. But Harry couldn’t care less, all he cares about is making YN cum again before he literally explodes inside of her without warning.
"No, I'm busy actually, about to eat. I'm gonna have to call you back when I'm done, okay?' he asks, not really waiting for an answer before he ends the call and tosses the phone to the side. He thinks he hears her call out an ‘I love you’ but he brushes it off quickly, picking up his pace and basking in the sound of YN's cry of relief at being able to moan as loudly as she wants. "Fuck, did so well for me," he praises, trying to stave off his orgasm until she cums, his mind turning to mush at how perfect she is and feels. She's just babbling wordlessly beneath him, the intensity of everything that's just happened only aiding in the building of her orgasm.
He’s fucking her so deep she feels like she can’t breathe, no thoughts in her head as he just continues to wreck her, his hands nearly bruising her hips with how tight he’s gripping them. He can feel her start to flutter around him a bit, making him groan at what’s to come.
“That’s, it, baby. Gonna cum for me?” he coos condescendingly, and all she can do is nod, making him chuckle at how wrecked she is beneath him. “My dumb little baby, hm? Can’t even think when I’ve got my cock in you,” he teases.
YN’s eyes are just squeezed shut at his words, her body going completely numb before tensing, her pussy locking down on him so tightly he struggles to move as her orgasm finally washes over her. The orgasm moves through her body in what feels like waves, small shocks causing her to twitch lightly. Seeing and feeling her in so much pleasure actually triggers Harry’s orgasm as well, and he buries himself so deep inside of her, his jaw dropped as a broken sob leaves his lips, his balls drawing up so tight he swears they’ll explode. Then the tension is leaving his body and he practically screams as cum starts to spurt from his reddened tip and deep into YN, painting her insides with his orgasm.
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summary: their lives have changed so much in the past 6 months. what has been going on in the two lovers lives months after their affair ended?
warnings: angst, smut (if you squint), and exs. this will be the last part of the series. if this is your first time reading this please read part one and part two for background.
wc: 4.8k
How do you mourn a person that isn’t dead?
Especially when you are surrounded by memories that always linger around you.
It had been six months since Harry was last in her apartment. It was almost torture being in the one place the both of them created the most memories. Her home had almost become like a sanctuary for them both. A place where they could touch each other without a care in the world. Intimate moments that the two of them would only know about.
For these past months, Y/N began to see a therapist. She needed a listening ear that her friends couldn’t be for her. These months have been a reflection of her time with Harry. There were days where she felt as if she had defeated the feelings she had lingering for her ex lover. Then she had days like today.
Today was a rough day for Y/N. She was going through one of her moments of sadness. Her eyes were on the painting that Harry had first approached her at. Yes, Harry actually found a way to buy the painting behind her back, and surprised her with it on their anniversary.
“Open your eyes, my heart.”
Y/N’s face immediately dropped at the colorful canvas infront of her eyes. Her hand reached out to touch and see if this was true.
Harry watched her with bright eyes trying to gauge her reaction. He thought that he was doing too much, but the past six months he had spent with her were magical. He needed to have some way to express that.
“It’s the original one for the night we met. There were some strings that I had to pull but it was worth it.” Harry said as he began to get nervous the more she wouldn’t say anything.
“I love it. I love you.” Y/N’s mind had slipped up because she was so entranced with the painting that she had forgotten that they had never said those sacred words to each other. ‘
“Y-you love me?” When Harry repeated the question to her it finally snapped for her. Y/N had always been a confident woman. One who would stand her ground no matter what. At this moment. She felt the need to cower and retract her words. Harry had studied her for these few months and he saw an emotion he never did before. She was terrified.
“I- I don’t-,” she couldn’t even get her words out right.
“If you meant that. Truly meant that. I love you too.”
Y/N rushed to connect their lips together. The pair spent that night on her living room floor making love infront of the fireplace. Where above hung the painting that brought the two lovers together.
She was pulled out of the memory when her phone began to ring. Honestly, she was suffering from a little bit of PTSD from her cellphone ringtone. Harry had called her phone over thirty times before she blocked him permanently. She had voicemails from him on her phone that she had yet listened to. Looking down to find her device, the name on the screen happened to be a childhood friend. Picking up the phone, she had to move it away from her ear as Jonathan called out to her.
“Wake the hell up,” this was something that he would say to her no matter the time of day.
“Not today, I have no desire to.”
“That is the issue right there. We need to get you out of the house. You’re coming with me.”
“To where?” She asked nipping at her skin.
“A bar. It’s going to be very casual. Only a few friends coming. If it gets too much I’ll let you retreat to your fortress.”
“I’ll stop by for one drink. Send me the location.”
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Being out for the first time in months felt a little strange. She put on a brave while set with her friends. Her second drink was finally starting to settle in her stomach as she started to nurse on the third drink her friend had for her.
Y/N wasn’t ready to fully lead a conversation yet, but she was fully engaged. Each time a joke was shared amongst the group she would throw her head back in laughter.
What Y/N didn’t know was that her ex-lover was staring at her across the room. Harry had been watching her for about ten minutes. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him.
Six months without seeing her, feeling her touch, taking in her beauty. When his eyes landed on her, he felt as if someone hit him in the chest with a ball. His breath was taken away.
Then the rage came.
A reminder of how his life had been going for the past months. It all started with the email.
Harry’s wife didn’t get the chance to read it the night that she sent it, but by morning disaster knocked on the front door of his home.
Once Harry stepped back inside the house after dropping his daughter at school his wife confronted him immediately. He couldn’t even get a word in. He was called every name under the book. He was grasping at straws because he didn’t understand how she found out. Harry already knew that he was a liar, cheater, and disgusting.
One thing about him that was certain, is that he was a perfectionist.
A perfectionist in everything in his life. This one trait caused him to climb higher at his job than the average person. When he began this affair he spent his time planning and organizing everything to the smallest detail.
He had a credit card on the side that his wife had no clue about so he could use it freely with Y/N. If they planned a trip away he had a solid excuse for it, and if his wife happened to catch on he had an excuse for that. Any time that he spent away from home he made sure there was an excuse to match it. He never brought Y/N to his home, so there would never be a trace of her lingering. He was in control of the whole situation. So how could he possibly have lost control of everything?
“The audacity of her. T-that fucking video. You’re a coward. Your mistress had to tell me before you could.” You would have thought at the moment he would have cared about consoling his wife. His pregnant wife was clearly in distress, but all he could think about is Y/N. He couldn’t describe it as anything else but betrayal.
“S-she told you? Where?” He moved around the house frantically away from his wife pacing toward his office as his wife followed.
“My email. How long did this go on? Why did she make it sound like you had a full-blown relationship with her, Harry?
Because it was.
He loved her. To anyone on the outside this possibly couldn’t be love. It was complicated for him. His body was placed with his family while his heart rested in the hands of someone else. He didn’t answer her as he sat down in his office going immediately to look at what she said.
“All you care about is what she said. What about me?”
“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? I don’t know if I am. I didn’t intend on falling in love with another woman, but it happened. Grace we need to be truthful, we both fell out of love with each other years ago. The arguing, then the fertility. There was a point in time when what we had was love. Now all you look at me as is some sort of sperm donor. We don’t have love.” He unleashed all the feelings that he had been keeping hidden inside of him. His affair with Y/N surely wasn’t the start of the downfall of his marriage. There was no love long before, Y/N came into the picture.
“She didn’t ruin our marriage. We- I did.” He moved from the computer needing a moment. Hearing the words out of his own mouth he couldn’t help but feel a bit of emotion coming to him. Maybe they could have worked out their issues with enough counseling. He would never know because he never gave it the chance to. Instead, he searched for the love that he had before in another home. A temporary cushion of relief from the tension in his marriage would end up shifting his life.
“I’m taking Isabella and leaving. You don’t deserve to see her or this child.” This is when Harry lost it momentarily. He was a shit husband there was no denying that, but he was always a good father. Grace knew this. She wanted to hurt Harry in the worst possible way, and one of the only ways she knew to do this was through the kids.
“How fucking low are you to threaten me with not seeing my children?” He said shooting up from the desk to stand. He didn’t want to get anywhere near her while feeling this angry. He would never hurt her, but he also didn’t want to scream in her face.
“You won’t keep me away from my girls no matter how angry you might be feeling. Isabella is not leaving this home. I’ll leave. She’s staying right here where I know she will be safe. Where I know how to get to her.” Grace couldn’t even stand to see him anymore. She was disgusted by him.
“Right now, I’m going to leave. When Bella is out of school I’m picking her up, and I don’t want you here. I can’t stand to look at you.” With that said she walked out leaving the house.
Harry sat down in his seat and began to cry in his hands. He loved his daughter with everything in him. Every morning was their time together. From breakfast until he walked her into class. Right now, he knew that it was possibly about to be taken away from him. He would never be able to explain to her why he ruined the foundation of their home.
His little girl that was growing in his wife’s belly was going to be born into something that was broken. He collected himself because he knew that he would have to in order to make it through this rough area in his life. His eyes trailed from the keyboard, and he knew by looking at the black screen he needed to search for the email.
He immediately scrambled to go search for it. Once he reached it he couldn’t help but be full of fury.
Dear Mrs. Styles,
There is no easy way for me to put this and I hate that it has to be done in this cruel way. I’ve been having an affair with your husband. Harry and I have had a relationship since last year. I knew that he was married and I’m sure that you’re asking “why didn’t I care? Why now?” The truth is that I just simply cannot answer that in a way that could provide you some comfort. I thought what Harry and I had was love in the purest form. Real, raw, and passionate. I’ve slowly realized today that it wasn’t that at all. There was never any love between us. Harry has told me lies and many empty promises. Today our relationship ended but I wanted you to hear it from me. This is my side of the truth that he more than likely will never choose to disclose to you. I’m sure that you will think that I’m some crazed person making up allegations. All the attachments below are him and I. There is no way that he could spin or lie about this. I’m sorry.
Three Attachments
He went over the email once more, and the waves of anger in him that he just would never be able to understand. He was so upset that she would question his love for her. He didn’t know what to do or how to handle a situation like this. Then he looked at the attachments that hadn’t loaded.
Taking a deep breath he stared at the first which was a picture.
The first one was them together last spring. A simple selfie of the lovers infront of a wall of flowers. Harry’s head was tucked into her neck breathing in her scent and if he closed his eyes he swore he could be taken back to the exact moment. Harry knew that right here he was in love with her and you could see it all over his face.
He moved to the second attachment which was a bit more sentimental to him. He hated that even though he couldn’t be angrier at her right now, he smiled once the photo came onto the screen. Harry and Y/N had been away just for the weekend.
During the trip, every single thing possible could have gone wrong. Harry caught a flat while going up to their destination. Once the roadside assistance finally showed up. They both were so tired. They decided instead of continuing the drive they would just look for a hotel in the area and continue tomorrow.
All of the decent hotels in the area were booked. This made the two lovers show up at a rundown motel. Once they hit the bed they couldn’t do anything but laugh. Y/N climbed on top of him to take a picture of him on top of the outdated comforter.
You could see that Harry’s hands were placed on her thighs. Soon after the picture was over they both whispered how much they loved each other. In the same outdated room, they made love for the first time before they even told each other verbally.
The last attachment made him physically sick. He was sick that Y/N sent this because she knew that he would see. The fact that his wife even had to see this also made him sick. This night was in her apartment. It was a rough spot in their relationship.
Truthfully, it was a reunion after not seeing each other for two weeks. Harry wasn’t finding a way to fit her into his free time, and she asked him about her place in his life. Which led to a huge argument. After a week of no talking, Harry started to miss his lover.
The second week was considered forgiveness week. He started off strong, he would send flowers to her job begging to talk. Then he would send her favorite desserts to her house. On the exact fourteenth day, he called her and she happened to finally answer. He said that he was five minutes away from her home.
Y/N couldn’t help but feel special.
He was coming to her after he got out of work, so to her, she felt like he chose her. One of the things he didn’t do is come to her house straight after work. Especially during a weekday. For one of the first times, she felt more important than his wife. Once she answered the door for him, the lovers spent the rest of the time reconciling.
They talked, they cuddled, and they fucked.
One thing about them, they expressed themselves best in this way. If their minds weren't connected their bodies always could be. Before Harry had to leave, she had offered him to take a bath together. Harry didn’t care what lie he had to make he was going to join that bath. Y/N sat everything up when he agreed to it. There were candles set up all around the bathroom. It was romantic just like she wanted for her lover.
Before they got in the tub, Y/N turned to Harry. “I want to record us. Just to remember this moment. That we can get through anything thrown our way. I love you, H. I want to record our love.”
Harry felt like a deer in headlight. He was so in love with her, he never wanted to record before. For some reason, he wanted to see it. See their love.
“I love you. I want to record us.”
Sometimes they had to be separated from each other longer than both of them would have liked. He also wanted to have something just for them. In case they had that feeling of missing each other. As they went into the bathroom bare of any clothes they climbed into the tub together. Before Y/N went o go lay on his chest, she sat the phone in the corner of the tub. They just wanted it to be authentic.
As he watched it back, you couldn’t really see their faces due to the dim lighting. Anyone in the world could identify that it was Harry due to his recognizable tattoos.
The video first started with just some light touching. Y/N relaxed as Harry began to rub his hands across her stomach under the water. He went to kiss her neck and Y/N gave him clear access to it. As his hands lowered he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
Of course, you couldn’t see what Harry’s hand started doing, but it was a clear indication of what it was when Y/N let out a long moan. His fingers slipped in between her cunt finding her clit. Y/N’s grip on the tub tightened as Harry’s unoccupied hand grabbed her thigh to try and keep them apart. He can now hear everything he is saying on video since he stopped talking in her ear.
“Let me see that pretty cunt, don’t hide from me.”
“You like how that feels? Talk to me, darling.”
“Just let me take care of you.”
He remembered how long that exact foreplay lasted so he decided to skip the video when it was near the end. He stopped at the part where Y/N was now riding him screaming out his name. You can hear and see Harry’s ecstasy. His moans could be heard from even the lowest volume on his computer. While he is being vocal his hands are scratching across Y/N’s lower back.
“I’m going to come, Harry. I can’t control it. Come with me please.” She said crying out as the water was nearly spilling out of the tub.
“Let me feel you, I’m right here.” As soon as she clamped down on him she collapsed into his arms slightly shaking from her orgasm. Harry released inside of her tightening his arms around her body and screaming out “I love you, you’re so good to me.” As he hugged her to his body, that's the only thing that repeated from his mouth until he felt her coming down.
The rest of the video is them cuddling while he is still inside of him until the screen cuts off for some reason. Y/N edited the video. He would never forget what he said at the end of that.
“One day, this will be us every day. You’ll be my wife. I have to make you my wife.”
Harry immediately deleted the email from his wife’s account for good. He let out a deep sigh leaning back in his office chair. There were just so many thoughts going through him. He needed to get the fuck out. So, he did exactly that. He had collected anything that he would be able to fit inside his car. He walked out of the home for the last time leaving memories behind that he never thought he would. Harry truthfully didn’t know where to go, so when he knocked on one of his close friend's door. He made his place in a spare room and was there until he found a temporary penthouse where he had been staying since.
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These past months had flashed through his mind while he continued to watch her across the bar. Every emotion. He had never planned to see her again, well maybe again but not this soon. Once Y/N got up and excused herself from the group, Harry felt as if that was a green light. He trailed her close enough for him to see her, but not to alert her that someone was following her.
Once she pushed out the back door, she let out a heavy breath finally feeling free from having to be social. By now she had too many drinks, and was ready to head home. When she heard the back door open her head turned at the sound. Harry swore that he had never seen a person’s face turn into a deep scowl this fast. As the door shut, Y/N let out a loud scoff.
“What are you doing here, Harry?”
He kept his mouth shut for a while taking in her beauty. As if it was the first time he met her. He took in her grace. Only this time it wasn’t a curious stranger, it was a scorned lover. Who looked at him with so much hatred it made Harry want to run.
“I’m just here to talk.” He finally spoke and walked toward her. She backed away as if she feared him.
“Y-you followed me here?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, I happened to be here too. You would think that after fucking me for a year you would know I come here with my friends.” Harry hated the bitterness laced his tone. He knew that it was about to get nasty.
“After a year of fucking,” she said under her breath. Laughing at his choice of words.
“I’m just saying what you’ve clearly felt. You didn’t feel any love from me, right? We were just fucking around for a year.” He was poking the bear on purpose. Over their time together, they both knew how to press each other's buttons in a way no one ever could.
“You’re fucking unbelievable.”
“Just quoting you, sweetheart. I actually saw everything that you had to say during your little email.” Y/N felt her face drop a little at the mention of the email. In her defense, she spent the time trying to bury Harry in a deep pocket in her brain. She recalled sending the email, but once she sent it she never reread what she said exactly. She didn’t want to. Whatever she typed first is exactly what she wanted to say.
“I-I forgot about the email.” She said breathlessly.
“You forgot about the email? Y-you fucking forgot about the email that turned my life upside down? The email that has me seeing my babies just for the weekend. Everything between us must really be shit if this is all so forgettable for you” She couldn’t believe the words falling out of his mouth.
“If that’s what you believe then why should I waste my time talking to you?”
“How the fuck do I know what to believe? You know for the first month I read that email over and over. Not understanding how you felt. You’re talking in that email with so much hate” Tears began to hit her eyes. Everything was starting to feel overwhelming. Feelings that she was trying to recover from.
“Then I start thinking about the soft touches, you kissing me, or even the night in that bathtub; I start to think to myself how a person could be so delicate with me and then send an email like that.” His voice was soft. She could remember the things that she said to him. She can remember the touches that her fingers felt. Looking at him was hurtful. Not only mentally grueling but physically. She could still feel his lingering touches on her skin after all this time.
“Was I some kind of thrill to you?” He asked provoking her. He just wanted her to talk to him. Even if she was screaming at him he wanted it. He wanted anything she would give him. “Fucking a married man and being able to get away with it? Did you ever even have one ounce of love for me? For us? Tell me!” He screamed out in the empty alleyway.
“You’re so blinded by one thing that I did, you can’t even see your own shit. You drove me to write that email. You can blame me for falling in love with you, sure. Then I’m going to need you to look in the mirror and recognize your own faults. Maybe on how this situation is all on you.”
Harry shook his head at her words, it wasn’t the fact that he didn’t already know this; He didn’t desire to hear it from the woman he still loved.
“You approached me first, even with the hotel you were the one who came to me.” He knew that he did, but he wouldn't be able to explain to anyone other than himself how he felt as if he had no choice. It felt that everything was fate. He let her talk because he had no idea if this was going to be the last time that they did. It was pathetic how he didn’t want this conversation to ever end. “So, don’t you ever stand here, and blame me for you getting less time with your kids. This happened because of your actions.”
“I know.”
“If you know why would you say that shit to me.”
“I-I don’t know.” Harry was at a loss for words now. Anything that they ever had died as soon as he walked out her door six months ago. Y/N stepped closer to Harry. It was too far for Harry’s liking, but if he wanted to he could reach out to her.
“You broke my heart, Harry.” She said weakly. A tear began to roll down her face and almost as if was in his nature Harry reached out to wipe it away. She whimpered at his touch. Harry savored this moment knowing that this would more than likely be the last time.
“I know, my heart. I didn't intend to, but it happened this way.”
“Why did you get her pregnant?” She knew that she sounded insane for the question, but it was the one thing that happened been circling in her head for months. This was the betrayal that hurt her the most. Y/N broke down thinking about it.
She had been filling up her head for months with this idea of her having a future with him. She imagined them together with kids one day. She had imagined them married. Even if she said now that she never thought about it even after they broke up, she would be lying to herself.
At night, she would often sit in her bed staring at the high ceiling, and think about what could have been. Harry hated to see the hurt that was across her face. Harry didn’t care if she hated him. He brought his arms around her letting her fall into his chest as she cried. She didn’t protest because his touch was her kryptonite. It felt so good to have him in this way even if it was only for a while.
“Shh, I never lied to you. I wasn’t trying to have another child with her. There must have been a slip-up. I’m sorry. I’m not moving either, not anymore. I’m staying here. I didn't mean for things to go this way. I didn’t know what to do.” He whispered out to her. Maybe if he said these things six months ago, then it would have turned out differently for the two lovers.
He didn’t know if his words consoled her. All he could hope for was that she heard him. “What I said about the email was true. I forgot about it because I’ve been trying to erase you from my memory. How could I erase you if you’re the first person I’ve ever loved like this? It doesn’t make it easier if I see you, Harry.” She stepped back away from him.
Harry was surprised when he felt her lips on his. He immediately brought his hands to her hips keeping her close to him. Feeling her sweet touch after this long, was something he never knew he needed. As she broke away a little too soon for his liking. She stared into his emerald eyes which held so much joy. She knew Harry was more than likely hoping that this would be their reunion.
“You need to let me recover from you. If you see me in public ignore me. Avoid places that we both like. I don’t know what the hell you will have to do.” Harry’s mouth dropped in shock. He felt as if his heart was beating more rapidly with each sentence.
“We are now ghosts to each other. My heart can’t take any more damage from you. You will let me go. For good, Harry. Forget me. There is no other option for us.”
“What happened to we can get through anything thrown our way? You said that. They’re your words.”
“Things change, Harry.” She tore her eyes off of him and stormed past him back inside.
As she passed by, he closed his eyes basking in her scent that trialed a few seconds behind her. It was gone by that time he heard the door slam, signaling her being gone for good. There was no trace of her. Harry knew that it would be too painful to knowingly be in the same room after everything.
He walked down the alley not caring about the darkness until he called a cab. She had asked him to forget her. No matter how painful it was for him to do, he followed the one request that his lover asked. No matter how many years would pass that’s always what she would be to him. He’s broken more than enough promises to her. He needed to do something right, and that’s exactly what he was going to do.
Forget her.
A/N: Ahh! The end of cheater H! Thank you for being here and reading along. There were so many different ways I could have gone, but this for me feels the most right. I went back and forth if I should reunite them or show them a few years later. As much as I loved both ideas this ending felt the most real to me. Also, it leaves me an opening if I ever feel inspired to add an ending to them. Maybe in the future or if someone requested I can write a few blurbs about different parts of their relationship. Time will tell. Thank you so much once again. I love you. <3
summary: this is a prequel to this. i plan to have one more part that will be out soon! let’s see how this affair started.
warning: cheater h!
wc: 2k
here is the final part.
He had been noticing her all night.
She had a certain walk that captivated the room. Her hair perfectly flowed no matter what direction she was going in. He stayed back away from her just to admire this perfect stranger whom he would never see again.
He had felt wrong for staring at a stranger for most of the night knowing he was married. Truthfully, his wife was the last person in his mind. Harry had gotten into an argument with her just before he arrived at the charity event. His wife last minute told him she no longer wanted to attend with him.
Their seats alone cost about five thousand for both the of them. If it were Harry’s money he wouldn’t have cared, but the company that he had been trying to get a higher position at paid for all this. Unfortunately in the world of business, it just didn’t look good on him. So, they argued about it until Harry just decided to leave in the middle of her tantrum. He couldn’t afford to not have his guest and also be late.
He was used to going to these annually by now. These kinds of events are all for show. It’s some kind of social pyramid battle. Beautiful one of kind artifacts are sold to the highest bidder. At the end of the day, no matter how pompous these events were it did all go to a good cause. The night was flowing swimmingly though, so he couldn’t complain much.
He had a glass of tequila dressed in his hand as he walked around the exhibit. His night got even better as he closed in on a section where the perfect stranger he has been admiring all night stood alone.
Y/N had finally gotten away from her friend who brought her here. She wasn’t really fond of these kinds of events. The judgment, superiority, and contest for whose wallet is the fattest wasn’t something she would ever like. She was glad that the dinner portion was over and everyone went to socialize before bidding started. Running her hands down her scarlet red skin-tight silk dress, she watched the painting infront of her completely enamored by it. She wasn’t sure why it captivated her but it did. She watched it with tired eyes because she was already wanting to leave.
“You don’t look too happy to be here.”
A rasped voice spoke out from behind her as she looked away from the artifact. She turned only to find a man dressed in an all-white suit, his jacket was unbuttoned leaving him in a white undershirt that had tattoos peaking from above it. She took in his appearance, and he was beautiful.
“I’m not happy, but I thought that I was putting on a good face.” It was comical to her that a random stranger could pick up on her not wanting to be here, but her own friend who told her to come couldn’t.
The stranger shrugged his shoulders, “I’m just an observer. It’s by nature. Not into charity?” He asked with a sly smile.
“Love charity. Not all the pretentious fuckers that come with it though,” she eyes him up and down before turning around with a shy smile. Harry took a sip of his drink before going to step up beside her.
They watched the painting in comfortable silence. Well, she watched the painting. Harry kept his eyes secretly on her. He thought that he was being slick but she felt his stare. A stare so powerful it caused her to blush.
“Haven’t you been told it’s rude to stare, Mr…”
“Styles.”
“Mr. Styles.” It rolled off her tongue perfectly. Her voice was so sweet to him. He wanted to hear it on an endless loop.
“I apologize for that, Ms…”
“Y/L/N.”
“Ms. Y/L/N, I would love to apologize even further by offering you a drink” She lowered her head at him saying her last name while biting her lip. How could she turn down a drink?
“I would like that. Lead the way, Mr. Styles.”
…
Small fits of laughter filled the balcony that they had happened to find. Something was so fun about running off together completely forgetting about the event and just talking. Bidding was currently going on and they couldn’t be bothered with it.
Harry spent time getting to know more about this beautiful soul infront of him. Her beauty matched her personality. She was so tender. Never did she break eye contact while talking to him. They hung on to each other’s words as if they were the secrets of the universe. By now Harry’s drink was long gone and the warmth that his alcohol gave to him was replaced by Y/N. When she would laugh she would grip his forearm to control herself.
“I happened to be high, and jumped out of a window when this injury happened. Not my proudest moment.”
“You’re wild. You make my drunk stories seem like child’s play.” Harry didn’t know what was wrong with him. He was completely captured by this stranger. This beautiful, perfect stranger. Y/N was going to reach for her clutch when she pulled out a cigarette. Looking up at Harry, his eyes were already on her watching her movement.
“Do you mind?” She asked holding up the cigarette.
“Go right ahead,” he whispered.
He watched her as she tried to the best of her ability to light her cigarette. Due to the wind, she wasn’t able to. Harry immediately stepped up to hover his hands around the lighter. “Thank you,” she whispered as Harry nodded his head.
She didn’t miss how he watched her mouth as she said that. When she finally lit the end, he stepped away clearing his throat. She took a slight drag of it looking at Harry.
“You smoke?”
“Not often. It can become a bad habit. Don’t want an addiction to them.” She nodded her head at his answer. Little did they know they would end up becoming each other's addictions.
“Want to share one? Just this once.” There was a slight pleading in her voice that made Harry feel weak in the knees. He wouldn't refuse her. Stepping infront of her, Nearly touching each other's chest. Harry brought up his fingers to retrieve the cigarette from her but she pulled away.
“Not like that.” She took a slow drag as he watched her gloss lips puckered between the cig. What Harry didn’t expect is for her hand to wrap around the back of his neck pulling him in. He wasn’t a fool and knew exactly what she wanted, so he gave it to her.
He opened his lips slightly to retrieve the smoke that she was passing into him. Harry inhaled her as she exhaled. They stared into each other's eyes as the both of them held a slight glint. Harry exhaled the smoke into the night air as they stared each other down.
The energy was like a magnet. It was bound for them to connect.
Y/N moved in closer to his lips as Harry followed. Before Harry could protest, Y/N laid her lips on him. His lips were plush and soft. Their tongue immediately found each other. Passion and lust was in the air.
Y/N tossed the cigarette down somewhere which was a foolish move but right now she could care less. Harry’s hands found her face to hold on to as they furiously kissed each other. It felt so right, he didn’t know why he wasted time not kissing her.
You’re married.
His subconscious spoke out to him. Harry immediately backed away from the kiss disgusted with himself as Y/N watched him in confusion. Harry touched his lips in shock, to processing what just happened. Never had he cheated on his wife in the ten years that they were together.
“Harry are you okay?” She felt as if she had done something wrong by pushing up on him.
“I’m married,” Harry whispered as he looked in her direction to gauge what her reaction would be. He was expecting rage. Maybe even a slap across the face.
Now, any other woman out there would have told him to go fuck off. Y/N wasn’t an average woman. She was a woman who longed for tenderness, love, and kindness. All the things that Harry had shown her. She was a woman who desired a man like the one infront of her.
Instead of walking away, she let Harry stand there shocked at himself, and she grabbed her clutch. Harry just knew that she was going to walk away from him forever. The last thing he expected her to do is to grab her gloss and reapply it on her lips. She dug into her clutch once more taking out a white card.
“I’m staying at the Beverly Hills hotel for the night. Room 321.” She said to him approaching him with the card. “ I’m leaving it in your hands if I will see you there. If you don’t want to come, leave the card at the front desk saying you found it. If not then…I will see you within the hour. Goodbye, Mr. Styles.” She said to him placing the spare hotel card in his hand. She exited the balcony leaving Harry to himself.
He was shocked by her reaction, his actions, and that the fact he didn’t even want to think about it he wanted to follow her as if she was a siren luring him into the sea. Harry watched her from behind up until she was out of his view.
He looked down at the card taping it against the railing.
He needed to make a choice.
…
Y/N was inside her hotel room shamefully watching the clock. She had told him to be here within the hour if he was going to come and the time was cutting close. She had slipped out of her heels and was dressed in a lace short set that left little to the imagination. If Harry was not going to come she would be disappointed but would understand. She would accept defeat, wipe her makeup off and go to bed.
Secretly, even if she wanted to deny it to herself. Hs wanted him to walk through that door. She wanted to see his charming smile once more. She wanted to take time and discover his body. She wanted to take her hands through his hair. She wanted to see the cross necklace that was place in the middle of his chest hang in-front of her face. She wanted all that with him.
Just as she was about to give up and return to bed for the night, she heard a slight knock on her door. A smile was brought to her face as she sprung up from the couch. She moved across the decorated hotel living room to go to the door. Peaking through the hole she saw him. His same fitted suit was now paired with disheveled hair because he couldn’t stop running his hand through it. Swinging the door open, his head shot up at her and his eyes brightened.
“Just wanted to return this to you personally.” He said holding her card up in the air. Something was even more admirable that he didn’t just barge in even though she gave him a key.
“Come return it then.” Y/N grabbed onto the side of his jacket biting her lip and backing inside as Harry followed her. As soon as the loud door shut, Harry grabbed her waist not wanting to waste time pulling her into him.
Y/N slammed against his chest connecting with his lips swiftly not missing a beat. Y/N hands moved greedily removing his jacket and throwing it on the floor. “Jump,” Harry paused to say to her.
She wrapped her legs as Harry held her steadily moving through the room. Harry’s hands greedily grabbed her ass. Their tongues danced together as if they had been lovers for a lifetime. Something that was only intended to be a simple crush for the night had turned into this.
As soon as the door closed their illicit affair started. An affair that both would have never thought would ruin them. At this moment, whatever was to come didn’t matter.
They had each other. That is all that mattered to them.
