At first, he played it off like it was her getting herself comfortable, but Y/N just kept squirming too much to "just be getting comfortable". And at the risk of embarrassing her, he didn't say anything, till he got the dry humping on the list of filth. | or Harry owns a nightclub and Y/N has a list of filth
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Growing up in a religious household, Y/N never really had the room to experience anything normal. Y/N never got to stay the night at people's houses, because her parents didn't believe her friends' parents could take care of her properly. The conversation usually followed the same, "Stephens parents are raising a prostitute, did you see her dress she wore to the Easter comuniuion? Spaghetti strapped, Heather is letting her grow up to be a whore.", " Riley? She's going to end up selling drugs, did you hear what her so-called therapist said? They said she had ADHD, and gave her meth. METH, Y/N!"
Y/N wasn't allowed to wear makeup, her father used to say that she had nobody to look pretty for, and if she did she was going to end up pregnant and abandon. Still, at 19, living on her own she can't look in a mirror without hearing one of their voices first. Nothing was ever good enough for her mother, and her father usually just followed.
When she was 17, she went to the library to study with her older brother- her brother was only there because he had to watch her, like a chaperone- she was doing an essay on how bad her generation had gotten for her government class. She sat there, with gel pens and everything, using the computer to research the bad qualities she herself never had the chance to experience,
TEEN PREGNANCY
One of the subtitles in the article read in big, bold Aerial letters. Yes, she knew of teen pregnancy and pregnancy in general, but that was it. Part of her still believed that her God was the only way to get pregnant. Like The Virgin Mary, but that couldn't be the end of it, could it?
So out of her own curiosity, and with the promise to herself that it was research for the paper, she googled it.
Getting pregnant
And when an X-rated video came up as a part of the top website recommendations, she clicked it. And oh the things she saw. And from there on she had a list, a bucket list sort of thing. It lists things she wanted to try, sexually, of course. Not all of them were as bad as the Doggy Style or Bondage that she listed, which she still doesn't really know what they mean-they were in recommended porn titles once or twice-, some of them were things like French kiss and Get a hickey. She was just a sheltered girl trying to see what she was missing in that aspect.
The day after graduation, she left. Pretty quick too, her aunt Sabrina bought her a plane ticket and she left with a duffle bag on her hip. Sabrina had started sending her letters with stamps and cash, and from then on the game plan was to send as much of her stuff to her New York City with for her aunt before graduation so she could leave immediately.
And it was a lot of culture shock from the rural suburb in Minnesota she was raised in. She tried Chinese food for the first time, she ordered it for herself at a Starbucks, and she even got a job and a driver's license. She was studying Coding and Design at NYU with a full scholarship and had male friends! Y/N was becoming the person she wanted to be.
Then she met Harry.
Y/N got a job at an IT-type shop, she spent her days fixing people's wifi and repairing electronics. It was a niche topic to work, but she loved it. Next door to the shop was 17BLACK, a nightclub owned by the beloved British brunet. Y/N had heard of him, sure. He'd been in Gossip Magazines for dating a couple models, for being hot, for being young and rich, but never in a million years did she expect to see him in her shop.
" Excuse me, I can't get my system to boot, like at all. It's as if someone cut the cord, I was told you could help?" With a meek nod, she did, and from there they were acquaintances, then friends, then she caught Harry sketching her and they started dating shortly after.
This leads us to our current predicament: with Harry holding her list in her hand, only a month after she officially became his girlfriend.
" Y/N? What is this?" He called from her bed, a pair of gel under-eye patches resting upon his face, hair being held back with a scrunchie.
" I can't see what you're looking at, hold on!" She answered, walking down the hallway with her toothbrush still in her mouth.
" Orgasm Detail? Handcuffs?" At the sound of his voice, she started moving faster down the hallway. " Oral? Y/N?" Jumping to grab the list before he could read another word, she cut him off.
" It's nothing! Just give it to me." The worry in her voice, was not only of the embarrassment of him knowing she had a list but of him thinking she was some kind of slutty Carter Chambers. “ Please Harry!”
By this point, crocodile tears were escaping her eyes and broken sobs were racking her diaphragm. Harry can’t say he wasn’t surprised that his grown embodiment of a Power Puff Girl of a girlfriend would have such filth listed down in a random college-ruled spiral notebook, but he never expected it to cause this kind of reaction from her.
“ Y/N, breath,” he had requested as he handed her the list. “ Can I ask what the list is for?” Harry obviously was oblivious to the big bold letters at the top of the paper which read “Things To Try”.
“ No,” Y/N had stated, starting to come down from the install scare. Now she was more focused on the fact that Harry was going to leave her before she could celebrate a year of knowing him. “ I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore, someone like me.”
Y/N had opened up to Harry about her past traumas with her parents and forced religion before. They had spent late nights working through Y/N allowing herself to dress the way she wanted, try spicy foods, and other stuff that might have seemed silly to everyone else but was a big no-go for her growing up. So to hear this coming from his lovebug put the blues on not only his heart, but his soul that he wholeheartedly believed he shared with her- this came up in conversation often, being polar opposites but soulmates at the same time-.
“ Lovey? What do you mean by ‘ someone like you ’? There is nothing wrong with having sexual desires, we’ve talked about this.” But his words did little to penetrate the woman who was standing in front of him, starting her 7 stages of grief early.
“ No, I’m a whore. A dirty rotten slut, Harry doesn’t need this in his life.” She continues speaking the direct thoughts in her head.” He’s going to leave you, nobody wants someone like that, stupid, stupid, stupid.” Harry could see where this was going and grabbed the other of her arms, pulling her into his chest to try and soothe the impending panic attack.
“ Listen to my voice Lovey, listen to my heartbeat.” He’s just barely over a whisper while trying to console the now quiet but still hyperventilating lovebug. “ Listen to my breathing, can you try to match it? I am Harry, and I am not going to leave you.” At this, she finally starts to calm down completely. “ There is nothing wrong with having things you want to try, my love. I’ll even try them with you, yeah? Help ya’ explore them?”
“ You don’t think I’m gross?” She murmurs into the crease of his neck.
“ I don’t think you know what some of these mean but I don’t think you're gross.” He squeezes her tighter.
“ I don’t know what half of them mean,” Y/N’s small airy chuckles bring such relief to him that he too has to laugh a little.
“ Doesn’t mean I can’t explain them, or do them, or help you enjoy them.” Harry rasps into Y/N’s ear, knowing what got her going the fastest without even having to cross the line with her. And from his perspective, it was working. Her breathing was beginning to get heavy and her thighs were starting to squeeze. “ How about we go down some of it and cross off what you already have done, yeah? I’m meaning what we’ve done but I think you’ve got the gist of that.” She nods her head, and he lets it slide for right now, knowing they were going to have a talk on verbal communication.
He reaches down and grabs the blue spiral-bound book. Flipping it to the front of the page he was originally looking at. “ Okay let's start here, we have kissed.” He reaches for a pen on the nightstand. “ French kisses, okay those are off of the to-do list.” She turns her head to see the same thing he is.
“ We’ve cuddled, and you gave me a hickey,” she points to the lines to cross off. They go on the list for about 45 minutes, crossing things off and Harry explaining what some of them mean. Through his explanations, he could feel the material of her sleep shorts against his jeans start to move against him.
At first, he played it off like it was her getting herself comfortable, but Y/N just kept squirming too much to "just be getting comfortable". And at the risk of embarrassing her, he didn't say anything, till he got the dry humping on the list of filth.
" Do you know what dry humping is?" Harry leaned into her ear to ask, the feel of his lips on the shell making her shiver.
“ I-Is it where you hump things while being d-dry?” She pushed her hips down a little harder, breaking the rhythm she had set.
“ It’s where you’d rub your cunt on something while having clothes on.” This was the first time he had used vulgar language on purpose while explaining it to her, and god did it light her on fire. “ This can include using a pillow to grid your clit on,” she pushed down hard again. “ Or on someone's cock,” she started to move faster. “ Or on someone's thigh, like you’re doing now.” As soon as the words left his mouth part of him wished he could gobble them back up, but they had already left and he was ready to deal with the consequences.
Almost as quick as her hips picked up the pace, they stopped. “ O-Oh, I’m sorry!” Harry could already feel the embarrassment radiating off her cheeks.
“ I didn’t say stop Y/N.” This made the woman in Harry’s lap pick up her head to question him but before she could speak Harry bounced his knee to bring a slight pressure back onto her clit, making her gasp.” Do you know what that was?” She started to grind her waist down again, all the while shaking her head no at the question.
“ Dry humping?” She squeaks out.
“ Well- yes. But I was referring to why,” his lips curled around her ear just right enough for her to limp her head down closer. “ Because your clitoris is getting pressure put on it, the nerve endings send shock waves that feel like the most pleasurable pain you can imagine.” And she can’t help but wordlessly agree.
Harry’s hands go to her hips to guide her through what is about to be her first orgasm ever, “ can you feel it, my love? The pressure starts to build up inside? Like a sink beginning to overflow, just begging for the water tension to break?” She moans a yes! and Harry can see the need for release in her eyes. “ Y/N, I want you to let go for me.”
“ O-Okay,” it comes out in a raspy grabbing tone that makes her own back arch. The feeling of letting the flood gates open and the orgasmic hold Harry still has on her hips become all she can think of.
Letting her come down Harry begins to speak, “ And that was your first orgasm lovebug. I’m so proud of you, you did so well f’me.”
“ Harry?” He hums for her to continue. “ Can we do more stuff like that? I like it.” Harry lets out a giggle and nods.
“ Of course lovebug, you have a whole list for us to go through.” Her head shoots up with worry. “ Not tonight though, in time.”
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“ I only had a drink Y/N, like 4 hours ago. I would rather drive you home, get you into bed and stay there to make sure you don’t choke to death then stick you in one of these cars where I can’t even make sure you get to your door.” Y/N tucks her head in Harry’s neck and breathes in heavily. “ Do I smell nice Moppet?” Y/N pulls her head up. | or Y/N owns a magazine and Harry is on the cover of the June issue
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" Harry over here!" The guy next to Y/N shouts, the man next to him yells something similar, and so on down the line.
" Have you heard of Taylor Swift's new boyfriend? How do you feel about that?" The man to her left screams in her ear, it's like a mosh pit. Y/N has her camera flash off and is just silently snapping pictures, she pulls out her Airpods and shoves them in each ear individually. The last song she listened to on Spotify on the bus right over starts to play, "Woman Wo-Woman" blasting in her ears. Y/N's job doesn't require a story for a picture, they don't sell gossip, they sell celebrity candids.
She notices him trying to get to a black SUV that's parked behind the group of paparazzi, " LET HIM GET TO HIS CAR! LET HIM THROUGH!" She shouts at the top of her lungs and spreads her arms out wide while walking backward to give him room to get to his driver, camera secure around her neck.
" Harry! Are you seeing anybody right now?" Y/N hears over the music in her ears. Her back abruptly hits something solid, Y/N turns her head to see the door to the car. Whipping her head back forward, almost wacking the Harry Styles in the face, she takes one Airpod out.
" I'm sorry, almost hit you, can you back up so I can get out of the way?" He looks behind him and sees he has no room, the paps closing in on them.
" Just get in the front seat, I'll let you out by the road." She nods and does what he says, letting him in the backseat.
" Ma'am get out of the car, I will inform the police if you don't get out right now." The driver states with concern.
" Evans, it's fine. Let her out before you hit the road, she got trapped after letting me through the crowd." The driver- Evans - murmurs something and Harry responds. " I know I should have listened but I just wanted a fucking burger, next time I'll bring security." Y/N- who is looking through the pictures she had taken of him -gets startled by Harry when he shouts rather loudly. " Hey!" She puts both of her Airpods in the case. " You can't say anything to anyone about anything I say, yeah?" She nods her head before looking at him.
" Don't care about your personal business, no offense or anything. I work for Kandid, not Us Weekly or Daily Mail. Just wanted a good cover for this month's issue, would you like to see the pictures?" His eyebrows furrow.
" You work for who?"
" I am the creative director of Kandid, it's a-" she is cut off by the driver.
" Get out, we are at the street."
" We can drop you by your car if you'd like?" Harry suggests, Y/N just shakes her head no.
" I took the bus, I have to walk back."
" I'm not letting you walk home, we are in the middle of the city! Nearest residence is a good 4 or 5 miles! Just tell Evans your address." She wasn't about to pass up a free ride, so she did as he asked " So what's Kandid?"
Y/N rolls her eyes." It's a company I started in 2014 when I was 16 with my Aunt. She got into an accident on her way to put it in my name the day I turned 18, so her part of the company was sold to the same people who own LIFE by her son. I own 57% of it, which means I make final calls, and you being the June cover, was my call. Did you want to see the pictures or not?" He gives a meek "yes" so she shows him.
" Wow, these are really good," he says as if pictures of him weren't usually flattering.
" Thanks, I like the way your face caught the different flashes. I can't stand the paparazzi but they do make good lighting for my shot. Just glad I'm on this side of the camera, if I were you I probably would have knocked somebody's teeth in by now." Harry laughs with his whole chest, " I can email you a link to the magazine when it goes up on Wednesday, or I can DM you if that works better?" He nods and tells her to give him her Twitter handle. "It's officiallY/N L/N no spaces no caps." She gets the notification that he followed her, " The magazine is at Kandids with capital K. '' She gets another notification that he followed the other Twitter account.
" Ma'am we're here," Evans speaks up as he pulls to a stop in front of the apartment building.
" It was good to meet you Y/N," he shakes her hand.
" Good to finally meet you too Harry." With that, she exits the vehicle and types in the code to enter the building, and buzzes herself up.
Harry had been thinking about Y/N non-stop. He went to bed Saturday night and fell asleep to the memory of her voice, woke up Sunday and bought a subscription to her magazine, ate lunch reading interviews she had been in, went for a jog at 3:00 pm listening to her podcast, ate dinner ordering books from her recommendations on GoodReads account.
When Monday morning rolled around he had his assistant find her address before his meeting with his record label about a third album. He brought her up in the meeting and everyone had heard of Kandid but nobody knew it was her, " I'm telling you Jeff" he remembers, " I want her to be on my team, her pictures were fucking amazing!". Jeff- his manager -countered his request with the reminder that he already has a photographer, and the yearly contract was just signed a month and a half ago. Sure, Helen was his number 1 choice for tours, but he had to see Y/N again. He needed to know her,
" Did you get that address?" He asked Monica- his assistant -she had nodded and handed him a piece of printer paper with her information on it. " Perfect! Thank you, Mon!" He gave her a side hug and a slight kiss on the head and told her if he needed anything else he would call.
" Where to Mr.Styles?" Evans- his name is Walter Evans but Harry thought Walter was a rather aged name that didn't apply to his driver who is only in his mid-thirties -had asked as soon as he had jumped into the SUV.
" Does your nan still own that flower shop?" Evans had mentioned it to Harry a few years back after he had just been hired.
" Yeah, why? Is that our destination Harry?" Evans looks in the rearview mirror, making eye contact with Harry who has a shine of excitement in his eye.
" Depends, do they do deliveries?" Evans nods his head, " then yes, that is our destination."
When they arrive in the shop Evans acts like a temporary bodyguard for Harry, before he goes to the front of the shop to talk to his nan, leaving Harry to shop.
“ Sunflowers maybe? Roses would probably be too forward. Maybe I should get her a live plant?" Harry thinks to himself, deciding a live plant is like roses without the pressure of the feeling of him trying to pursue her.
He makes his way over to the live plants' section in the whole-in-the-wall flower shop, he's looking through them but nothing catches his eye. Nothing seems up to par with his memory of Y/N.
" Do you know what kind of flowers they like?" An elderly voice says behind him, he looks and sees Evans' nan, Harry shakes his head no to her question.
" Unfortunately no, only met her once and I want to get her something that will live a while," he looks back at the shelf. " But I don't want to get her a succulent and have her think that I'm not interested." He voiced his discretion to the shop owner.
" Well, the name is Barbra but just call me Barb. Have you thought about an orchid? They are lovely this time of year!" Harry looks back to Barb and listens, " easy house plant, usually not a lot of work, and gosh darn they are just too beautiful." Harry notices her slight southern accent and the passion she has for orchids.
" That sounds like just what I need, can you show me where I should look?" She nods and leads him closer to the register.
" We have Cymbidiums, Bletilla Striatas, Dendrobiums, Phalaenopsis, Cattleyas, Paphiopedilums, Zygopetalums, and my personal favorite, Anthuriums." Harry looks at them all, colors ranging from whites and
purples to candy reds and warning yellows.
" May I ask why Anthuriums are your favorite?" Harry knew he needed all the help he could get.
" I personally think they are the easiest to grow indoors and my husband gave them to me when we first started datin'. Made me feel like a firecracker, the red had me thinking he gave it to me because he thought I was sexy." Barb stares at the plant like she was reliving a memory.
" I'll take it, they come with instructions right?"
"Ms.L/N?"
"Zach if you're here to claim that women are taking your job again you will be out of here no questions asked" Y/N states in a monotone voice, not once looking up from her laptop, going through final changes to the June issue before having them printed and shipped.
" I just think it's a little odd that I am here and Tori, Michel, and Vicky are all off today." Y/N closes her eyes for a second before giving a heavy sigh.
" You're fired, Zach. Collect your things and," she pushes the intercom button that speaks to the assistant who is just outside the door, " Max I'm sending Zach to come collect the unemployment papers." Y/N looks at Zach for the first time since he had entered the room, " Go see Max before you leave or you won't get the 2 weeks unemployment pay. Goodbye Zach, now get out of my office."
Zach leaves her office and she sends the final copy to the printers, " Ms.L/N, your 2'o'clock is here. And I have a voicemail from Emma Watson, she wants to know when you can have dinner with her and her boyfriend" She hears Max through the intercom.
" Send them in Max, I'll call her tonight. Can you schedule a DoorDash from that Korean place by Target?"
" Blossom Tree?"
" Yeah, just whatever you're getting and one of those Banana Milk things, the little barrel."
" Those are too addictive I swear," She can hear Max on a cellphone, ordering their food.
" I know! I-" Y/N is cut off by a knock on her office door, " I'll talk to you after the meeting."
" Y/N?" The door opens to reveal her lawyer.
" Hello Katie, how are our odds turning out?" Y/N is trying to buy back the part of her company that had been sold years ago. Katie had been there since the beginning, they had spent many sleepless nights with Y/N trying to find loopholes and making deals. They had suggested that Y/N put a new deal in and she had been waiting for Katie to get an answer. Today was the day they told Y/N.
" They accepted your deal!" Y/N jumps out of her chair and runs over to Katie in the blink of an eye. " It's getting finalized and it will be 100% yours by Thursday morning!" Y/N feels a tear leak out of her eye and roll down her cheek.
" I can't believe it, Kandid is going to be Kandid by Y/N again, I've been waiting for this for 7 years." Kandid by Y/N was the first official name of the magazine when it was still just in the electronic version- basically, a blog - before her aunt took out a loan to help pay for them to be printed. Y/N had changed the name of the magazine but not the brand, it wasn't changed till her cousin sold it.
" I know!"
" I'm going to have Max set up a launch party for Thursday night, let's celebrate it!" Katie hugs Y/N once again before her watch went off, signaling that she had to leave before she was late for something else.
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By Wednesday morning Y/N had felt like she was walking on air, she had gotten a copy Tuesday night and signed it, she had Max give it to Harry's assistant. She had also made plans to see Emma for dinner later that day, Y/N doesn't have to be in the office until noon on Wednesdays so at 10 am she is dancing around in her black satin slip making pancakes. [slip]
" Give me that-" her singing of Pentatonix " Can't Sleep Love" is cut off by a knock on her apartment door. Y/N throws on a white fluffy robe and opens the door, a boy- maybe 16 or 17 -with sandy blonde hair and big brown eyes is on the other side.
" Are you Y/N L/N?" Y/N nods her head yes, " this is for you." He hands her a potted plant, while she's looking at it he walks off.
" Wait-" Y/N is confused because she didn't order anything, but he was gone before she could ask. She walks into the kitchen and sets the plant down in the window seal by her dining table, going back to finishing making her pancakes.
While Y/N is eating she notices something, there is a small card- no bigger than the size of her palm -sticking out of the soil. She picks up the card and instructions on how to take care of the plant, along with what kind of plant it is, falls out of the card the rest of it reads,
" Just wanted to give you a gift in honor of my being on the cover of the June issue. If you'd like to have dinner with me sometime, call me:) +1(###)-###-####
- Harry"
She takes a picture of the plant and heads to work after her pancakes are done. After she arrives and gets into her office she checks her socials to check how the issue is doing and promote it. going through her mentions, liking and replying to people who got their issue today. She clicks on one and it's from Harry, it's a picture of the signed copy Y/N had sent him,
" Thank you @officalYNLN for my very own signed copy of the June issue of Kandid:)" [tweet]
Y/N decided she'd make a post of her own, she added the picture she took of the orchid he had sent her,
" @Harry_Styles, thank u for the flower. It is very pretty and I have decided to name it Martha;)" [tweet]
Y/N also decided she was going to call Harry's number,
" Hello?' A raspy voice British voice answers.
" Hi Harry, it's Y/N."
" Oh hello there, did you see m'tweet?"
" Yeah I did, I was calling to invite you to this launch party I'm hosting tomorrow, it's for the rebranding of my company but don't tell anyone yet, it's a surprise."
" I would love to."
" Okay, I'll have Max message your assistant with the details."
Harry hadn't expected so many people to be at this event. He had seen the likes of Kylie Jenner, Timothee Chalamet, Gigi Hadid, even Niall showed up. Klub 42 is where the whole party had been put on, which is crazy considering usually events have to be planned a minimum of 6 months ahead there.
Harry had worn a solid pink suit with a black undershirt[suit]. He started making his way to the bar before he got stopped.
" Harry? Oh god, hi." Tyler had stopped him, Tyler and he had been together on and off for 8 months before he told her he was done being a backup.
" Hello, I'm gonna go get a drink." He tried to walk past her but she stepped in front of him. " Tyler, I'm going to go get a drink, I'll talk to you later."
" No, Harry I miss you and -" someone bumps into Harry's side slinging their arm around him. " Excuse you."
" Hiya Harry, did you just get here?" He turns and sees Y/N, obviously a couple of drinks in already.
" Hello miss CEO," he turns and gives her a big hug, noticing the faint scent of sugar cookies on her. Y/N's an all-purple outfit which included a tube top, a blazer, and suit pants, her feet were covered by a black pair of Air Force 1s[suit]. " Yeah, I just got here."
" You need a drink! Tyler I'm going to take Harry and get a drink, do you want one?" Tyler just scowls and Y/N.
" No thank you." Harry notices how she separates all the words in her sentence in an unamused fashion. Y/N doesn't give her any more time to respond, pulling Harry by the arm she has around his waist.
" You have to try the cocktails, I only hire the best." Harry gives her a look and she recognizes it as confusion, " I own Klub 42." Harry's eyebrows raise in surprise.
" That amazing Moppet! Why didn't I know? I come here all the time."
" That's because Kandid by Y/N technically owns it so it wasn't 100% mine until this morning. MICHEAL!" Y/N shouts to the bartender and he is immediately at her side ready to make her a drink. " 2 Kandid Karmas." She orders for both of them.
" What a Kandid Karma?" Harry asks her as she smashes her back to his chest.
" It's a signature cocktail I created and I might tell you after you take me out on a date." Harry puts his mouth to her ear so she can hear him loud and clear.
" So where I am going to take you on this date?" His 5'o'clock shadow brushing against her neck, warm breath hitting her ear, Y/N knee's just about the buckle.
" Hopefully somewhere we can eat, and have a nice glass of wine or something...fancy?" Y/N says back to Harry.
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Y/N and Harry have gone from gently swaying to jumping around to slight grinding then back to swaying. Y/N waited for her speech before she had another drink,
" Can I have everyone's attention?" Emma Watson calls their attention through the speakers, " I have known Y/N L/N since the early days of Kandid when she and her aunt Opal physically run into me outside of a Starbucks in Santa Monica," Emma pauses to let people laugh. " I know Opal is no longer with us, but Y/N, she would be so fucking proud of you." A single tear came out of Emma's sockets and halfway down her cheek before she wiped it away. Harry looks at Y/N who is standing to the left of him with her eyes tearing up and a big grin on her face. " I remember the week before her accident she called me," Y/N has a surprised look on her face, " and she said "Emma, I bought a ticket to New York for Y/N's birthday, and I bought one for you to go with her" and we got on the plane and when we landed in NYC, Y/N got a text saying that Opal had gotten into an accident and probably only had a few hours left," by now both of the girls- and half of the crowd- were in tears. " Instead of trying to beat the clock and make it home to her, Opal told her over the phone how loved she felt and how she knew that Y/N was going to honor her every day by carrying on her dream, she also told her that we both needed to get matching tattoos of her name," Emma lets out another half-laugh, " and we did. But Y/N, if she were here today I don't think you understand how amazed she'd be by you, she'd probably be standing here telling everyone about a guy named Tim she used to date, and saying how she knew you came first to her, how you were the daughter that was given to her by her sister or something. So let me be the one to say, I am so lucky to know you, and to be your friend. Thank you Y/N for being with me, especially since I know these past couple of years have been hard. So let's raise a toast to the L/N women who brought us Kandid, one of the only magazines that doesn't give a shit about who you're fucking." The crowd lets out a synchronized toast of " L/N women" before a round of applause gets rounded off before Y/N makes her way up to where Emma was.
" I'd first like to thank every single one of you for coming and to remind everybody that there are cars to drive people home on stand by so please do not drink and drive, but otherwise LET'S GET FUCKED UP!" The crowd goes into a frenzy of cheers and hollers once again.
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Stumbling Y/N clings to Harry, " are you sure? I can just take one of the cars."Y/N slightly trips while dragging her feet so Harry hoists her up on his back.
" I only had a drink Y/N, like 4 hours ago. I would rather drive you home, get you into bed and stay there to make sure you don't choke to death then stick you in one of these cars where I can't even make sure you get to your door." Y/N tucks her head in Harry's neck and breathes in heavily. " Do I smell nice Moppet?" Y/N pulls her head up.
" Sorry, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she says with a sniffle, something wet hits Harry bare skin on the back of his neck. Harry sits her down in the passenger seat of his white retro Mercedes-Benz convertible. [car]
" Moppet, I don't say it made me uncomfortable, stop your tears for me." Harry brushes the hair out of her face, Y/N avoids any eye contact, embarrassed of her actions. " Look at me please," Harry says with authority in his voice. She looks up at him and he can see her blown-out pupils, tear ducts brimming at full capacity. " I didn't mean to make you feel like I was upset by what you did. Come here." He pulls her to his chest, crouching down to be on Y/N's level while she sits- intoxicated -in the convertible.
" I'm sorry," Y/N takes a large breath to calm down, her words being muffled by his chest. " I'm a sensitive drunk, always have been." Harry chuckles through his nose giving no noise to it.
" That's perfectly okay, I'm a clingy one. Now let us go through a drive-thru and get you home." She nods her head yes, snuggling into Harry's chest as a side effect.
Y/N wakes up Friday morning snuggled up onto Harry's chest, only having a foggy version of memory in her mind of the night before. Her head was pounding and her body felt achy, but the issue she was going to fix right now was her grumbling stomach. [kitchen]
Deciding she was going to make spinach omelets[recipe], she grabs the needed ingredients from her fridge. Sound quietly comes out of her phone shuffling her "Liked Songs'' playlist on Spotify. Dancing around her kitchen, turning on the coffee pot, lyrics of love, lust, and loss being the sound of her montage.
Standing in front of her stove waiting to flip the first omelet, rolling her neck in a counter-clockwise motion trying to get the tightness out of her muscles. A pair of hands wrap around her midriff- on the outside of her arms -before they slowly start going up her outer arm then landing on her shoulders, massaging the kinks out of her upper torso. Y/N lets out a sigh of contentment before greeting him.
" Good morning Harry." His thumbs giving pressure and his lips leaving a light kiss on the back of her neck.
" Good afternoon Moppet." He giggles at himself for correcting her, " whatcha making?" Y/N rolls her head to look down enjoying the free shoulder rub, Harry's hands never letting up.
" Spinach omelette, there's coffee by the fridge if you're interested." Harry leans and kisses her neck again, close to the one he had given her a second ago.
" Of course I'm interested." Letting go, walking to the coffee pot seeing a mug sitting on the counter for him. Y/N looks over her shoulder at him.
" The creamer is in the fridge, or whole milk if you rather that." She focuses back on the omelet, flipping it in the pan for a few seconds before putting it on the ceramic plate. " This one's done," grabbing a fork before making a little heart with ketchup on the other side of the plate. " Here you go." She sets it on the island along with the ketchup bottle. End of the Day started playing through her phone.
" Is that me?" He points to her phone. She rushes to skip the song.
" No," the next song that starts to play is Sunflower, Vol.6 and he grabs the phone from her, turning it up so it is easily heard.
" Yes, it is! Didn't know you liked my music."
" Didn't think you'd be comfortable if you knew I did."
" Are you kidding? This is the best part about you! You have good music taste, it's essential Moppet." He skips his song and This Town starts. " Dance with me." She glares at him, " please?"
Giving in to him she grabs his hand, he guides it to wrap around his shoulder taking the other one in his hand. Swaying back and forth, Y/N hums along to the words, her senses being completely filled with him.
She smells Harry.
She hears Harry's soft breath.
She can feel his thumb caress her hip.
“ So not just my music then?” Y/N shakes her head.
“ Big One Direction fan in high school.”
Her head slides to his shoulder looking down so she can see his sock-covered feet.
The song ends and she goes to let go but a loud alarm goes off. Y/N turns to look at the pan seeing it engulfed in smoke.
" Fuck, the omelette!"
---
After two weeks of staying at each other's houses, Harry dropping her off at work every other day, stealing soft touches and passion-filled kisses, another Monday stops their shenanigans. Mondays are picture days, where she walks around Los Angeles taking pictures of the magazine. Yeah, she could pay someone to do it- she pays a photographer in a couple other big cities -but she likes the hands-on work she has to put into it.
" Are you sure you can't come over today?" Harry's thick British accent comes through her phone.
" I'm sorry but I have to work and I won't be done till really late, like 4 am, kind of late."
" Why don't I just pick you up when you're done?" Harry tries to counter.
" Because I don't have to be in till noon, and you have a meeting at 7 and are in the studio tomorrow."
" Fine. How about we go for dinner? Thursday? I know you don't work on Fridays and I don't have anything till 2 that day." Y/N can hear the smile in his voice.
" Harry Edward Styles, are you asking me on a date?" Dodging people on the sidewalk she continues, " and you're preemptively thinking you're going to get lucky? Shame on you."
" Not what you were saying last night Y/N 'grinding on my thigh' L/N. So is that a yes?"
" Yes Harry, I'll see you Thursday."
" Evans, can you take me to your nan's shop again?" Evans makes eye contact with Harry through the rearview mirror, smirking.
" Does this have to do with a certain photographer? Maybe with your reservations to La Mia Roma?"
" How did you know about that?"
" Harry, I work for you, I'm on your schedule." He laughs a little before making a right.
" I forget sometimes, but yes. I'm taking Y/N to dinner tonight."
" I like her, much better than Tyler if I do say so. She seemed a little self-centered. Always acted like she signed my checks." Evans looks at him again to see Harry's face, checking if he's overstepping.
" Next time you have one of these opinions, tell me. Could have saved me loads of time." Harry is only slightly joking.
Walking into the shop, Barb immediately recognizes Harry and calls out to him, " Harry!" He starts making his way towards her.
" Hello Barb," she pulls him into a hug. " The girl I got the orchid for ended up being a keeper!"
" I'm so glad to hear this Honey! Now I know you said last time roses were "too forward" but are they the right move today?" Harry's toothy grin comes out.
" I think a nice white bouquet of roses would be perfect for the occasion." Harry knows exactly what he wants.
" He's taking her to La Mia Roma." Evan states across the store to his grandmother.
" The Italian place by Venice? That place is quite fancy," Barb picks up a dozen white roses that are held together by a piece of twine. " So here's what I'm thinking, we add some baby's breath and a couple lilies."
" I think you are the expert and therefore have the best plans." She smiles at Harry and gets it started, " can we put it in a vase so she doesn't have to get one?"
" Of course dear, she must be pretty special for a vase."
" Y/N is one of a kind Barb, wouldn't want it any other way." Harry's eyes gloss over in admiration for Y/N.
" Walter your boss is a lovesick puppy, keep him on a tight leash for me will yuh?"
" Of course Gran," Evans smirks at Harry.
---
" Emma, I need your help! Please," Y/N drug out the last word for dramatic effect.
" Y/N, just wear something from your closet. I'm sure he'll love anything you own."
" Emma I can't! He's taking me to La Mia Roma! And nothing I own will make their dress code. I don't want to be the reason they won't sit us." She can hear Emma laugh through the phone.
" Okay okay! Fine, I'll meet you at Clara's in 30?" Emma still has a teasing and amused tone to her voice.
" Thank you!"
When they walk in, an associate is at their side in the blink of an eye, " Hello I'm Abby, can I offer either of you something to drink?" Emma asks for a couple bottles of water.
" Okay I have a call at 2:30 with the New York branch," Y/N checks the time, " it's just past 10 now so we should be fine," as her sentence stops Abby makes her way back to them.
" So what are we looking for? Fancy dinner? Business gala?" Abby's eyes light up, " red carpet?" she murmurs. Emma looks at Y/N with a " she knows who we are" look and rolls her eyes.
" A dinner, she has a dinner and there is a dress code." Emma nods her head to Y/N as she speaks. Abby turns to Y/N,
" So what are we thinking, form-fitting? Ball Gown?"
" I have terrible taste so my friend here is going to help, thank you though." Emma had already walked off and started looking, " can you open a fitting room for us though? Preferably somewhere private?"
" Yes, I'll open fitting room 3, there is a fee for it being a private room, is that okay?" Emma calls out Y/N's name, she looks at Emma then back to the associate.
" Yes, that's perfectly fine." Y/N starts making her way around the room with Emma, sending dress after dress to the fitting room.
By the time noon comes around Y/N had gone through statins with knee-length velvet to quilted cotton. She walks out from behind the fitting screen to show Emma the last one. [dress]
It was a simple dress with a slit on either side, the color was somewhere between a pale pink and champagne. It had a rounded neckline and skinny straps that crossed behind her back. The dress wasn't tight but it looked like it was, giving Y/N a form-fitted look.
" Oh Y/N, that's it. This one is my favorite." Emma had decided she wanted some champagne to loosen up with watching Y/N try on different dresses, she is currently finishing her 3rd glass.
" Okay, I'll go with this one, let's go get lunch." Emma nods and walks with Y/N after she changed.
Y/N decided to put her hair into a tight low bun, leaving a few hairs to frame her face. When she had finished putting on the finishing touches to her look she heard a knock on her front and the sound of it opening.
"It's just me Moppet, are you ready?" Y/N grabs a small handbag to carry her phone, some cash, her card, and a chapstick. Walking out she sees Harry looking away from her direction, putting a vase of white assorted flowers.
" Oh, Bubba! they're so beautiful!" Harry's head turns to look at her, walking towards him. " How did you know lilies were my favorite?"
" What did you just call me?" Y/N's head snaps forward to look at him, his shit-eating grin making her face feel warm. Her eyes trace over the features of his white floral suit, stopping at his chin and admiring the stubble. " Enjoying the view?" [suit]
" I'm sorry! Bubba just came out, sorry." Turning away and walking to the fridge like she was just grabbing something not avoiding him. " Would you like something to drink before we leave?" Harry walks up behind her so she is trapped with no way out.
" Moppet, would you look at me?" Harry's voice is very delicate, hoping a softer voice will make her feel safer in her embarrassment. Y/N shakes her head no look at her feet instead, still bare because her shoes were waiting by the door. Tilting his head to give her almost bare shoulder a press of his lips. " Y/N, can you face me at least?" She spins to be pointed in his direction.
" I'm sorry-" Harry stops her,
" Moppet, listen to me, there is not a single reason you should be embarrassed!" His voice stays gentle, " I like it, I was just excited to get a nickname or I guess a pet name from you. Never had one that wasn't "Babe", or "Baby"."
She picks her head up, " I like it too. Bubba suits you pretty well." He leans down and lovingly pecks her lips.
" Now come on! We have dinner plans, Miss Moppet!"
---
" Thank you, Evans!" Y/N makes sure to give her pleasantries to Harry's driver.
" It's no problem Ms.L/N." Evans smiles at her through the rearview mirror, Harry opens her door to help her out of the car and onto the parking lot pavement.
" Oh, please just call me Y/N, I have people calling me Ms.L/N all day, and when I get to see you it's because I'm off the clock stress-free." Evans smiles at her again, I'm also not the one signing your check so I don't think there should be a lot of formalities." Harry calls her name.
" Y/N stop harassing Evans, he needs to go get dinner for himself before he picks us up." Harry's tone is amused and has a couple of light-hearted giggles in it.
" It's no problem Y/N, have a good dinner. I'll see you when you're done." Harry could have sworn that the smile that she gave Evans was the biggest one he had ever seen on her. Y/N grabs Harry's hand as he helps her out of the black SUV.
Walking up to the hottest Harry gives them his name and they begin to lead them into a corner of the high-end restaurant. The hottest hands them their menus when they are sat under a diamond-shaped chandelier. " Your waiter is going to be Alex and they will be out in a second to collect your drink order." The hostess leaves them to look over the menu.
" Bubba?" He looks up at Y/N with a goofy grin, " I don't know Italian." Her voice is a little shaky, worried that this had ruined the night.
" That's no problem Moppet, they have English menus, or..." He lays his menu flat open on the table so she can see it. " I can read it to you?"
" Can you- Do you know Italian?" He nods yes, " Yes read it to me, what are their non-alcoholic drinks? I don't want to be too drunk and forget tonight."
The meal goes great, Y/N thinks that she might end up having to learn Italian if she is to continue seeing Harry. They decide to share a serving of strawberry gelato, a tipsy feeling floating through the pair. And tipsy leads to flirty teasing.
" Moppet stop licking your spoon like that, please." She looks at Harry as if she had no clue what he was talking about.
" Bubba, I'm just enjoying sharing this fancy Italian ice cream with you." A few windows were open for ventilation, a light breeze blew past, " the breeze is nice, can feel it.." Y/N leans in a little and speaks to be barely heard. " In sensitive places." Harry furrows his brows.
" Y/N what are you talking about?" His face is flushed at what she is implying.
" I put them in my handbag when I went to the bathroom earlier." Her statement makes Harry's heart stop then kick into first gear at 100mph. She isn't wearing any underwear. Using the table cloth that was only half an inch off the table, she kicks off one of her shoes and drags it up the length of his leg slowly. " Harry? Are you doing okay?" Pushing another helping of the frozen treat into her mouth, over-sexualizing the act with her tongue afterward.
" I'm going to text Evans that we are ready." His urgency makes her giggle, pushing her foot up to touch his growing length. Before she can apply any more pressure to him, he grabs her foot and pushes his thumb into it, rolling it in a circle it imitates a misuse. " Behave Y/N, you won't like me if you can't finish."
Heat traveling all over her body. Taking her foot from Harry and putting it back into her shoe, " Is there anything else I can get you? Are you ready for the check?" Their waiter asked while stopping, seeing their cup of gelato empty.
" The check would be nice," pulling it from their half apron and handing it to Harry. Y/N goes to pull out her wallet but the black pleather folder was already on its way over to the counter.
" Harry! I was going to pay, at least for myself." Her lips pout out towards him subtly.
" Stop pouting Y/N, I asked you out, I'm going to pay." Y/N just rolls her eyes, pulling $100 from her wallet before putting it back into her clutch.
" Well then, I'm leaving a tip." The waiter comes back with Harry's card and leaves.
" Let's go then, Evans is here." Harry stands as Y/N is pushing her chair out, walking around the table he grabs her hand and pulls her up then takes her bag to carry it for her. walking towards the door their touches were no longer soft and small, rather now were quite obvious and big. Y/N's hand was around Harry's back, sliding down to grab his ass, he grabs the hand as soon as he feels it and intertwines their figures.
Stepping outside flashes cover them, people scream at Y/N, asking if she is using Harry for his status, yelling at Harry for being a womanizer.
" This your new flavor of the week Harry?"
" Y/N does Harry know you are using him to promote your brand?"
" Y/N how does it feel to be a slut for a man who can commit?"
They close around them, they get into a single file line to get through the crowd, Harry in front of her pulling her in any direction he sees open. A guy with a rather expensive camera grabs her arm pulling her away from Harry and to the ground.
Y/N pulls the skirt of her dress to cover any private bits that might have the chance to be seen. The same guy who pulled her to the ground begins to pull at the thin strap of her dress, attempting to pull it off of her. In a last chance to help herself, she grabs his camera and throws it to the ground. Looking up she sees Harry's fist collide with the pap's nose, the noise now feeling closer her mind gets thrown into a frenzy of panic. Breathing becomes hard and her eyes are closed, Harry sees the look of worry on her face and picks her up. His arm goes under her and helps her wrap her legs around him.
" You!" He points to the guy standing next to the one who had assaulted his Moppet. Harry watched as the guy had tried to get him off of Y/N before Harry had thrown a hit. " Call the police and stay right here with him so he can't leave." The guy nods his head at Harry.
Walking over to the car Evans gets out with a jacket- that looked like it was made for the snow - and wrapped it around Y/N, the liftgate already open and Harry sets her down, her legs hanging off the bumper. " It's okay Moppet, the police are on their way."
" Harry he tri-" her sentence abruptly stops with a sob leaving her mouth. Harry wraps his arms around her in hope that it will soothe some of the fear that was still coursing through her veins.
" I know Moppet," he cards his fingers through her hair. " You're okay now, I'm right here. When the cops get here we are both going to have to speak to them okay?" She nods her head and whimpers into his chest.
" Bubba." Harry knew what she meant, just by the call of his name.
" Everything is going to be alright."
---
After their statements had been given they were free to go, getting in the car Evans turned on the radio so Y/N had something to listen to other than her own thoughts.
" Thank you, Harry."
" There isn't a reason to thank me, I'm your boyfriend. I just did what I thought was best for you." Her head shoots up from the spot where it had been laying on his chest. " What?"
" You really mean that?"
" Of course I do, I will always do what I think is best-" Y/N restated what she meant.
" No, I mean about being my boyfriend." Harry leans down kissing her lips, then her nose.
" Yes Moppet, you are going to be mine forever, can't get rid of me now." She smiles, kissing him again.
" Sorry I ruined sex tonight, but I don't want the first time we do it to be after something like that," she says referencing what she had just gone through.
" Stop apologizing, wasn't your fault. Didn't want to after we got mobbed anyway." He kisses her forehead. " Just glad you're okay."
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