Loved the flatmate series!! Can you write some more blurbs pls
I haven't written a flatmate blurb in a while, but enjoy! :)
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They were here again. Y/N knew it.
Every day she came home after a class, and every time her flatmate's friends were in her living room. At least she had her room to escape to, but she still paid rent every month, so she should be entitled to use the communal areas without the fear of being talked to.
Well, none of them actually talked to her, though, and that made her feel even worse.
"Hello, hello," Harry said when she came in.
He didn't even bother to turn his eyes away from the football game on TV. There might have been a goal, or one of the players did something outrageous, making him and the other boys -- Niall, Liam, and Louis -- scream and bury their faces in their hands.
"Oh, you ferking idiot!" Niall said.
"Should have been a penalty," Harry sighed, shaking his head.
Y/N rolled her eyes. She'd seen him play football, and even though she didn't know much about the sports, she still thought he was pretty shit. But clearly, he would know more than these professional players.
The sound of the front door open and shut caused her to turn around. Layla strutted in like her name was on the lease. "Hello, bitches," she said to the boys and breezed right past Y/N as if Y/Nweres a ghost.
Y/N's jaw was on the floor as she watched Layla head to the kitchen area and open the fridge to grab the milk before moving on to Y/N's mug collection in the cupboard and picking one of her favs.
"Harry, did you get herbal tea like I asked you to?" Layla asked, annoyed when she only saw the English Breakfast in the cupboard.
That's it, Y/N thought, fuming, and cleared her throat. Nobody batted an eye, so she raised her voice when she spoke, "Harry."
"Yeah?"
"A word, please?"
"Sure. Just five more minutes."
"Now."
Harry looked up, lips quivering, puppy dog eyes blinking at her, but she only stared back with a poker face until he dropped that fake expression and got up, sighing.
"Be right back," he said, moving away from the sofa now. "And Layla. Your herbal tea is in that Tesco bag."
"Yay!" Layla said and started digging through the grocery bag on the counter.
Y/N grabbed Harry's wrist and dragged him into his room.
"Hey, if we're gonna have sex, at least give me ten minutes to clear my bed," he said jokingly when she sat down on his bed.
She made a face, disgusted. Clearing your filthy bed would take at least a month." Then she looked around. "You know what? A flamethrower would fix the problem."
"What are you talking about? My room exudes manliness."
She didn't have time to argue with him as he clearly enjoyed the attention. "Let's get straight to the point," she said, squaring her shoulders.
He stood in front of her, arms crossed, back against his wardrobe. "Sure."
"This has to stop. Your friends can't be here 24/7."
"They're only here during the day."
"Yes! The only time they're not here is when we're sleeping. Otherwise I would be so sleep-deprived!" Y/N said. "Look, I have class in the morning and afternoon and my part-time job. I just want to go home to peace and quiet."
"You must be fun at parties."
"I'm really not. I don't go to parties for this very reason." She got up, staring up at him. She hated that he was tall because she never succeeded in trying to look intimidating while confronting him. But to be fair, it was hard to be intimidating when you had crippling anxiety.
"Your friends go or I will."
"What?"
"You heard me. Your friends go or I will move out after this month. This just gives me PTSD about my previous roommate in the student halls, and I don't want to go through it again."
"Alright, alright. I never thought it was this serious," he huffed, shoving his hand into his hair. "What if I tell them to be quieter?"
"That's impossible."
"Hey, my friends are capable of being quiet and respecting other people's boundaries," he said, but she didn't think he believed it himself.
Still, she agreed, "Fine. Talk to them then. Thanks for this efficient discussion."
Before he could say anything else, she pushed back him and went to her room.
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Something was definitely wrong.
Today, Y/N came home and saw Harry's friends' shoes in the hall, but it was so silent in the flat. She couldn't hear the sound of the telly when she came in, not even Layla's annoying voice talking shit about a different person as she did every week.
"Hi?" she said, stopping in the doorway to the living room/kitchen area.
"Hey," they said at the same time and went back to doing their thing. Niall and Harry were watching football, but the TV was on mute. Layla was on her phone, and so was Louis.
"No way," Louis gasped, and Harry immediately shushed him.
"Sorry," Louis whispered, going back to texting.
It took Y/N a minute to realise he was texting Layla, who was sitting right beside him.
"Why aren't you guys talking?"
Ding. Her phone in her pocket vibrated. She looked up to catch Niall staring at her, phone in his hand. Had he just texted her?
She quickly checked the message.
Niall: Harry forbad us from talking
"Harry, really?" Y/N said. "This is ridiculous. Are you seriously doing this to mock me?"
"No," he whispered, not taking his eyes off the game on the TV.
"And what are you even watching? How do you know what's happening when it's mute?"
"We know how football works."
"Don't sass me with your creepy whispery voice."
"Just go do your thing and let us be, please," he said like he'd just lost his voice.
It was making her very frustrated, so she decided to head back to her room. Before she shut the door, however, she heard Layla speak.
"I kinda agree with her. This is ridiculous. I'm literally texting Louis when he's right next to me."
"I promised her we'd be quiet. So try to act like you guys aren't really here now that she's home."
"We can just go hang somewhere else?" Louis said.
"As if that was an option," Harry said. "You and Niall share a flat with five other people. Layla and Trix live in the student halls and I can barely fit her tiny single bed."
"Ew, you'll never get into my bed."
"The point is," Harry lowered his voice. "I'm showing Y/N that I'll go to the extreme to keep my word."
"Or...you can let her move out and put up an ad for her room. I'm sure there would be a long list of applications for you to choose from," Louis said.
"Hey, Y/N is cool," Harry said, to Y/N's surprise. He thought she was...cool? Her? Cool? "Besides, she...knows me. And I don't think anyone new will tolerate me the way she does. She's given me so many second chances, and I really don't want to fuck it up. So when she's not here, do whatever you want, because I love you guys and I want you to feel comfortable. But when she's home, respect her personal space. And Layla, those mugs are Y/N's so the next time you make tea, use mine. Y/N never says it, but I know she hates people using her stuff."
"Wow," Layla scoffed. "Okay, Ryan Gosling from The Notebook."
"I respect your decision, Harry," Niall said. Then Y/N heard them silently cheering for a goal.
Hi! I just realised we never got flatmate Y/n telling Harry that she's pregnant with jas. How do you think that would go like?
“ANOTHER ONE???” Harry shouted and almost tackled his wife to the floor. She giggled as he hugged her stomach and started kissing it.
“Ria!” Harry called for their two-year-old daughter, who was playing with her toys on the floor. He thought she hadn’t heard the announcement. “Ria, baby, you’re going to have a baby brother or a baby sister!”
Ria stayed unbothered.
“Ria?” Y/N spoke.
Just as she heard her mother’s voice, Ria dropped the doll and burst into tears. “I don’t want brother or sister!” she screamed. “I hate baby! I want alone!”
“Oh, boy,” Y/N sighed and nudged her husband as they watched Ria bawling on the floor. “Your time to shine.”
“Me? Why me?”
“You’re her favourite.”
“I want Mummy to love me not new baby!”
Harry breathed out a laugh as he nudged Y/N back with a smirk on his face. “Your time to shine, baby.”
…in which Harry's favourite cousin, who’s a lesbian, comes visit and spends a lot of time with Y/N.
Word count: 3.2k
Someone requested ANOTHER jealous flatmate Harry blurb so I decided to write it a bit different this time ;)
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“Hi, um, does Harry live here?”
“Yes,” Y/N said, holding the door open just wide enough to show her face. The purple-haired girl she’d never met before broke into a smile and politely extended her hand. “I’m here to see him. You must be his flatmate. I’m Millie.”
“I’m Y/N.” Y/N smiled back, giving the girl’s hand a hesitant shake. She’d never seen Harry with this girl before, but the girl looked nice enough to not be a serial killer. “He’s at the library,” she told Millie. “He’ll probably be back soon. Would you like to wait inside?”
“Sure. That’d be great,” Millie said, smiling again.
Y/N pulled the door open and stepped aside for the girl to enter. Personally, Y/N would hate it when someone she’d just met would eye her up and down, but that was exactly what she was doing to Millie. She wasn’t trying to be rude. Millie was really pretty. She just didn’t look like the girls Harry would hook up with. Y/N couldn’t imagine Harry with a goth girl.
Millie placed her bag by the couch as she sat there and looked around the living room. Y/N thought of making tea for her but then she remembered that they were out of tea. She couldn't just leave Millie here and retreat to her room. So she thought she should start a conversation. She wasn’t good at conversations, but she could try.
“So how did you meet Harry?” she asked and sat down beside Millie.
“I’ve known him my whole life,” Millie said.
Y/N hadn’t expected that. “Oh...so your families are close?”
“Very.”
“Oh.”
Harry had never mentioned having a beautiful childhood best friend before. Y/N knew he didn’t have to tell her everything about himself, but why did she feel so betrayed?
Before she could come up with something else to talk about that wasn’t Harry-related, the door swung open and Harry froze in the doorway, his eyes lit up as he saw Millie.
“Mil!”
“Hazza!”
Millie launched herself out of the couch and threw her arms around Harry’s neck. Harry caught her and lifted her feet off her ground. Meanwhile, Y/N was just standing there and rubbing her hands against her jeans.
Well, this is awkward.
“I told you I’d pick you up at the airport!” Harry said, putting the girl down and cupping her face.
Millie brushed his hands off as she snorted. “Well, I got here early to surprise you.”
Watching Harry laugh and ruffle Millie’s hair, Y/N had never felt more like a third-wheel. She would go if her anxiety hadn’t glued her feet to the floor.
“How long are you staying?” Harry asked.
“A week,” Millie said.
“Yessss!” Harry punched the air, then finally noticed Y/N standing awkwardly behind Millie. He smiled and wrapped an arm around Millie’s neck, gesturing to Y/N. “Oh, I see that you’ve met Y/N.”
“Yes, she was very nice to me,” Millie said. “And you never told me that your flatmate was so pretty.”
Y/N let out a nervous laugh. “Thank y—”
“Stop,” Harry cut her off, his smile vanished as he shot Millie a glare.
“What?” Millie looked just as confused, but something about her wide-eyed expression told Y/N that she was faking it.
Harry turned back to Y/N. “Was this one flirting with you?”
“What?”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Millie always does that. She cannot help herself.”
“I learned from the best,” Millie said, smirking.
It took Y/N a second to understand. She pointed to Millie, her eyes round and her mouth wide open. “So Millie is...”
“My cousin,” Harry said.
“And a lesbian,” Mille added as she pat Harry on the shoulder. “Even if I were into boys and not his cousin, I still wouldn’t want him. I’ve got standards.”
“Hey!” cried Harry yet Millie ignored him.
“He’s jealous because I get more girls,” she said.
“Lies!” Harry hissed and told Y/N, “Don’t believe anything she tells you about me.”
“I’m so sorry,” Y/N uttered. “I thought—”
“It’s okay,” Millie cut her off, giving her a gentle smile. “I know my cousin. He’s got quite a reputation around here. I could hear a girl crying and cursing his name the second I landed in London.”
Y/N giggled as Harry rolled his eyes. “Just don’t flirt with my flatmate while you’re here.”
“Oh, she wasn’t...flirting with me,” Y/N said.
Millie tilted her head, her green eyes narrowed as her black lips stretched to its favoured side. “You didn’t know I was flirting? Man, I must try harder next time.”
Y/N stiffened. She could feel the colour heightened in her cheeks.
“Stop teasing her. Damn it,” Harry told Millie. To Y/N, he said, “She was joking.”
“I’m sorry! Gosh, you’re blushing!” Millie cupped Y/N’s face as she burst out laughing. “You’re so cute. How can someone like you live with him?”
“I ask myself that question every day,” Y/N mumbled, feeling quite proud when Millie laughed even harder. She liked making people laugh, especially people who seemed much cooler than she was; it made her feel validated somehow.
“So where do I sleep?” Millie asked Harry, putting an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. Harry immediately plucked that arm off and pushed Millie aside to stand between them. “On the couch,” he said. “Or on the floor in my room.”
“You're such a dick,” Millie scoffed.
“You could sleep with me. We could share my bed,” Y/N said.
Both Millie and Harry whipped their heads to her but only Millie’s face brightened with a smile. “Oh, thank you, I–”
“You know what?” Harry blocked Millie with his outstretched arm before she could pull Y/N into a hug. “Take my bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Millie raised an eyebrow at him, a corner of her mouth quirked and she tiptoed to stroke the top of his head. “Now that’s my good baby cousin.” Then she picked up her bag, flipped her black hair over her shoulder and sauntered to Harry’s room.
Harry turned to Y/N and gave a tight smile. “You don’t mind her staying, right?”
“Of course not,” Y/N giggled. “I like her.”
Harry arched both eyebrows, looking genuinely concerned. “But not too much.”
“No, no, not like that!” Y/N shook her head fast. “She’s just really cool. And...um...cool people don’t usually like me. So…”
Harry pressed his lips into a small smile. For a second, Y/N thought he looked rather relieved. “If she annoys you with all the flirting and her bad jokes,” he said, “just tell her to stop. Don’t be nice about it.”
Y/N squinted her eyes. “So she’s the female version of you.”
“Yes. Only better,” Harry chuckled. “That’s why she’s my favourite cousin.”
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“Remember when I said Millie was my favourite cousin?”
“Yeah, why?” Niall shouted over the music. Harry leaned against the wall. With a constipated look on his face, he watched Millie dance with Y/N from across the room.
“She’s not anymore,” he mumbled spitefully.
Niall stopped dancing and raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Who’s your favourite cousin then?”
“Jared.”
“Didn’t you say Jared helped Mason drown you?”
Harry threw his arms in the air. “So I don’t have a favourite cousin! Jesus, Niall, that’s not the point. The point is–”
Niall stared as he waited for Harry to finish the sentence. “The point is what?”
Harry’s mouth was open, but he saw Millie put an arm around Y/N’s neck and kiss her cheek as they took a selfie, and he suddenly forgot what the point was.
Niall gave his shoulder a gentle push so he snapped out of it, heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Never mind. I’ve been having a bad week since she arrived.”
“But you were so excited to see her. You told me you’d had plans for both of you to spend time together.”
Harry lifted his shoulder and forced his attention to stay on Niall and not Millie and Y/N. “I did, but she doesn’t want to hang out with me.” Y/N didn’t either. “She’s spent every second in our flat doing girls stuff with Y/N. They’re attached at the hips now. Last night they stayed up until 3 AM to gossip. The walls are thin, you know? They’re messing up my sleep schedule.”
Niall was quiet for a moment before he said, “Do you think…”
“What?” Harry snapped.
Niall pursed his lips and shrugged. “I don’t know...Maybe...Y/N likes girls?”
“No, Niall. Y/N doesn’t like girls,” Harry said bitterly even though he’d been worried about that as well. The problem wasn’t that Y/N might be into girls. Harry didn’t care about that. It was the fact that Millie had never failed to get the girls she wanted. The only thing that Harry had that she didn’t was commitment issues. Millie’s last relationship had lasted a year.
It was bad enough that Harry had to fight off the other guys who wanted Y/N and might actually deserve her. He didn’t want to have to do that with his girl cousin!
“Y/N doesn’t like Millie like that, okay?” he repeated to Niall, frowning as he saw Millie and Y/N laughing again.
“Harry!” Layla’s voice brought him back to reality. He shot his head up to see her shouldering her way toward him and Niall. “You didn’t tell me your crush was gay! Niall, did you film him crying in the bathroom?”
Harry facepalmed himself as Niall said, “Told ya.” and gave him a shrug.
Later that night, as they walked home together from the party, Harry purposely stayed silent so that the girls would know he was mad at them. He had no right to be mad at either of them, but he felt like he should be mad if that was the only way to get their attention. Y/N was his flatmate, and Millie was his cousin. But now they were walking ahead, arms around each other and completely not noticing how upset he was. He told himself it was only because they were a bit tipsy. But he hated being left out.
“I’m going to sleep early,” he announced the second they entered the flat.
“Okay,” Y/N said.
“I’m really tired,” he added to drop a hint so she’d know he was upset.
“So am I,” she said, yawning and stretching her arms.
He was trying to think of something else to say that’d get her attention when Millie interjected, “Wanna sheet mask before bed?”
“Yes!” Y/N exclaimed. Then they hurried into Y/N’s room, leaving Harry standing there like a scarecrow in his own flat.
“I’ve got my own masks. Thanks for asking,” he muttered bitterly to himself, rolling his eyes and trudging to his room.
And so Harry decided to go to sleep early. He spent the first thirty minutes on the mattress by his bed, rolling from side to side, trying not to think about the two of them until he nodded off. When he woke up, it was three in the morning. The flat was so quiet and his bed was still empty.
Where was Millie?
He tried to listen through the wall to see if the girls were still awake, but there was no sound.
Annoyed, sleepy, and sad, he forced himself to get up and go to Y/N’s room to tell Millie that she must let Y/N sleep. When he got there, he found that the door was left open. The girls were fast asleep on the bed. And Millie was spooning Y/N.
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“You look like shit. Didn't you sleep at all?” was the first thing Millie said to Harry as he entered the kitchen the next morning.
He pretended like he hadn’t heard it and angrily marched toward the table, when all he wanted to say was, “And you look overly happy after sleeping in the same bed with my girl.” It sounded way too petty, but he was exhausted and not in the mood to feel guilty about it.
As he buried his head in his hands, Millie placed a cup of black coffee down in front of him. He looked up and caught her grinning.
“One cup of black coffee every Monday morning,” she said.
He blinked, confused and a bit surprised. “I don’t remember telling you that.”
“You didn’t. Y/N did.” To his astonishment, she added, “I’ve learned more about you in the last couple of days from her than I have by knowing you my whole life.”
This caught Harry off guard. He found himself sitting rigid in his seat. He was probably gaping at his cousin, because she tossed her head back and laughed and pulled up a chair to sit down beside him. “That’s all she does,” Millie said.
Harry scrunched up his face. “What?”
“Y/N. She always talks about you,” Millie giggled.
Harry tried not to react, but when he spoke, his voice wavered as if he couldn’t breathe properly. “S-She talks about me? What has she told you?”
“Surprisingly, only good things,” Millie said. “Like, we would do something like listen to music and she’d randomly say, ‘Harry likes this song.” Or we would be wandering around the mall and she’d see a shirt and tell me, ‘Harry would love that shirt but he hates it when people buy him clothes so I can’t buy it for him.” And just yesterday’s morning, she saw me making coffee and told me you’d always drink black coffee on Monday morning and only on Monday morning.” Millie chuckled as she rolled her eyes. “I thought hearing so much about you would annoy me. But I actually find it super cute that she cares so much about you to notice every one of those annoying little details.”
Harry felt his cheeks growing hot. His silence was the confession Millie had been waiting for. She smacked him on the arm as laughter crackled out of her. “You’re blushing! Oh my God, you have a crush on her!”
“I do not!” he retorted.
“You do!” She slammed her fist on the table, smiling with her mouth open. “And you thought I had a thing for her, didn’t you?! You were cranky last night because you were jealous!”
“Not true!” Harry gasped and quickly got up. Millie jumped in his way, not letting him off the hook so easily. “Admit it!”
“There’s nothing to admit.”
He attempted to sidestep her yet she was quicker. She folded her arms and leaned a shoulder against the kitchen doorway. “I know that face, Hazza. You made the same face when we were kids and found a lost puppy in the park and the puppy grew more attached to me.”
Harry pointed to himself. “I found the puppy okay? The puppy was mine first.”
"You petty little shit!" Millie’s jaw dropped, then she poked at the left side of his chest. “I didn’t know this thing worked. Wow, a miracle named Y/N!”
Harry smirked and brushed her finger off. “Very funny, Mil.”
“It sure the fuck is. I can’t believe you thought I was into her. One look at Y/N and I knew she wasn’t gay. My gaydar is never wrong.”
“Good to know,” Harry said flatly. “Now can I please get out of this kitchen?”
Millie ignored his question as she eyed him up and down and chewed the inside of her cheek to suppress a smirk. “You two are in love with each other.”
“No, we’re not. We’re friends,” Harry said, raising an eyebrow. “And I was only mad because you came here to see me but spent all your time with her.”
“Oh, please. Do not make this about me. You’re so in love with her it’s embarrassing.”
“In love with who?”
Harry almost screamed when Y/N appeared in the doorway. Somehow he managed to keep his calm and force a laugh. “Jennifer Aniston! Beautiful, beautiful woman!"
Y/N looked at him funny, probably assuming he was high on caffeine. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Millie fighting the urge to expose him.
“I’m going out now,” she said to his relief. “Gonna meet up with some old friends today. You kids have a great day.” Backing out of the door, she did the finger-guns and winked at him. “We’ll talk more about Jennifer Aniston when I get back.”
“No, we won’t!” he shouted after her.
Once his cousin was gone, Harry felt as if a weight had been lifted from his chest. Y/N didn’t seem to suspect a thing. She tiptoed to get a cereal box from the cabinet while humming a song she’d been listening to on repeat for the last few days.
Yes, she wasn’t the only one paying attention.
He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and padded to her side. “Hey, Y/N.” When she turned around and smiled at him, he almost forgot what to say. “I-I um...I was thinking of buying a new shirt, and um...I was wondering if you could go with me, to help me pick one.”
Y/N suddenly broke into a huge grin. “Yes! I know this shop–” she blurted but then her mouth snapped shut and she lowered her voice. “I mean, yeah, sure, I know a shop...I think...But didn’t you say you preferred going shopping alone?”
Harry gave a half-shrug. “It’s getting boring. Doing things alone, I mean...”
Her lips curved into a cute little smile. “Let’s go this afternoon,” she said. “I feel like we haven’t hung out in days. You were always busy.”
Harry was taken aback. He pointed to his face. “Me? Busy?”
“Yeah, well, you seemed...not yourself. I thought you were stressed out about an exam.”
“No, not at all,” he mumbled, turning his face to hide his blushing.
She giggled softly. “Okay. So...it’s a date?”
“Yeah. A date.” He cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah, cool.”
“Cool,” she echoed.
Harry nodded once then grabbed his coffee and sauntered out of the kitchen before he could embarrass himself again. Suddenly, his phone chimed with a new text and he pulled it out of his pocket to see that it was from Louis.
Hey, Niall told me. I found this article that might be helpful. Stay strong!
Then a link to: “How to deal with depression when your crush turns out to be gay.”
Flatmate: Y/N has a secret admirer and Harry hates the guy (patreon)
Just some good o’l protective/jealous flatmate!Harry before they got together lol.
This is only an excerpt. Read the full blurb on my patreon!
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Harry pulled up a chair beside her, hung his bag on the back of it and took a seat.
“What?” he asked when Y/N craned her neck and looked around.
“Just looking for the pretty girl you’re here to stalk,” she said sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes, unfazed by the subtle jab. “I don’t stalk pretty girls. They throw themselves at me.”
“Are you indirectly calling me ugly because I don’t throw myself at you?”
Harry snorted as he rested an arm on the back of Y/N’s chair and looked over his shoulder. The guy wearing glasses at the table behind them immediately looked down at his textbook when Harry caught him watching.
Harry nodded his head towards the suspect. “Is that the one?”
Y/N took a glance to check, then turned right back and tugged at Harry’s sleeve. “Don’t look at him like that!”
Harry continued to look at the guy like that. “He’s scared of me. Fucking stalker.”
“We don’t know for sure that he’s a stalker,” Y/N said.
Harry tilted his head and gave her an ‘oh please’ kind of look. “I literally caught him staring at you and looking away. Bro was acting pretty damn suspicious to me.”
Y/N nervously tapped her pencil onto the table as her brows knitted. Harry watched her chew on her bottom lip and felt terrible that he might have triggered her anxiety. However, he must admit that she looked cute when she was nervous.
His smile dropped when she asked, “What are you doing here by the way?”
“I can’t use the library? I literally paid for it.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “You never used the library.”
“Well, I do now,” Harry huffed and pulled out his water bottle and textbooks. “What?” he smiled at her. “You want me to leave so that young Ted Bundy over there could make his move?”
Slowly, the two of them looked over their shoulders at the same time and caught the guy turning away again. Harry raised an eyebrow at Y/N, who pressed her lips together, her forehead creased.
“Fine,” she breathed. “Don’t distract me, though. I need to study for the exam on Friday.”
“You won’t even know I’m here,” Harry smiled, shuffling through the things in his bag to look for the charger. He dropped the bag by accident and everything spilt onto the floor. A few heads turned as Harry put up a hand and offered an apologetic grin at the annoyed librarian, who might be considering kicking him out. Y/N buried her face into her palms as she shook her head.
“Starting from now,” Harry told her, then bent over to collect his stuff.
…in which Harry and Y/N fuck while her whole family is downstairs 🤷🏻♀️
Word count: 1.6k
Warning: Absolute filth.
It’s been so long since the last time I posted flatmate smut on Tumblr 😂
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“Y/N, we’re in your parents’ house!”
“I know,” she panted. He doubted she was telling the truth because her cheeks were flushed and her skin burning hot. He could hear her family’s loud conversations from downstairs as she pushed him against the door and reached for his belt. His cock reacted instantly to her action and he caught her wrists before he lost all common sense. “Baby—”
“It’s okay,” she said, standing on her tiptoes and kissing him roughly. “The game will keep them busy. They won’t look for us.”
Harry should be concerned because this wasn’t like Y/N at all. As she started kissing his neck, he rested his head back against the door and wondered if it was something her mother had put into the soup and why Y/N was the only one being horny all of a sudden.
He was pulled back to reality when she stuck her hand into his jeans and cupped his erection over his briefs. Fuck it, he told himself, lifted her with her legs around his waist and carried her to her bed. He lay her on her back, and she propped herself up on her elbows, watching him pulling off his jeans and spreading her thighs for him to get between her legs. He wasted no time to kiss her again, hiking up her skirt and squeezing her soft thighs. Fuck, she was gorgeous, and he was so turned on that all the fear and anxiety he’d had earlier when talking to her dad had magically vanished.
His breath caught when she wrapped her fingers around his cock and nudged the head against her wet panties. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked, kissing her hungrily and moaning into her mouth as she started stroking him. “Fuck, baby, why are you so horny?”
“You looked so sexy... w-when you talked to my family about work,” she whispered, her head thrown back as he left wet open-mouthed kisses down her throat.
Harry chuckled and reached between them to feel her there. She’d already soaked her panties, and he bet he could just push it aside and slide his cock right in without foreplay.
“If you’d told me sooner,” he rasped into her neck, “that seeing me talk to your dad made you this wet, I would’ve been less scared.
Y/N’s giggle turned into a trembling moan when he worked a finger into her. “You’re the sexiest when you say smart things,” she gasped out, fingers knotted in his hair.
Her hand moved faster on his cock to match the pace of his fingers in her cunt, and he pinched his eyes shut, fighting the urge to cum right then by thinking of twenty ways her dad would kill him if they got caught. The fact that thinking about his death couldn’t even stop him from wanting to cum inside her was very concerning, but this wasn’t the time to get his priorities straight.
“I cannot believe you’re making me fuck you with your parents right downstairs,” he hissed into her flushed skin, adding another finger that made her back arch and her fingers knot in his curls. He drew back a bit to watch her squirm. The straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulders and one of her tits was out, and he literally had to yank her hand off his cock so he wouldn’t cum. “Want you to come first,” he said before she could protest, thrusting his fingers deeper.
She chewed on her swollen lip, her face screwed up as she arched her back. “Harry, I’m gonna—”
He nodded, took a nipple into his mouth and tongued it before he did the same to the other one. “Go ahead baby,” he hissed. “Come for me.” Then buried his face into her chest. “Fuck, I love you.”
“Ah! Harry!”
He nearly came as he watched her roll her hips against his hand. “That’s right,” he exhaled sharply, fucking her through it. “Good girl.” He sucked his fingers clean and pulled off her underwear then his own as he said, “Turn around, baby.”
Y/N looked dazed after her second orgasm but she was happy to comply, flipping onto her stomach and pushing her arse to him. He gave her cheek a squeeze and a light spank that made her jolt.
“Are you on the pills? I haven’t got a con–”
“Yes, you can cum inside me.”
His eyes grew wide at her bold words, but he wasted no time to question. Who knew how long was left for the football match her family was watching.
Sliding his hand along her spine down to her neck, he pressed her into the mattress and eased his cock into her. She let out a loud moan, her mouth hanging open as her cunt enveloped him. “Fuck! How are you still so tight? Squeezing me like that...”
Slowly, he pushed all the way in and they both gasped at the same time.
“Ah! I’m coming,” Y/N cried out and tightened around him as she gripped the sheet and trembled to his surprise. Harry was panting hard. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to think of unsexy thoughts so he wouldn’t have to watch Y/N’s orgasm face, which got him off every fucking time.
“You okay?” he asked after a few seconds, and she responded with a breathless nod. He chuckled lightly, brushing her hair out of the side of her face. “How did you come? I haven’t even moved.”
“I know.” She shot him a lazy smile over her shoulder. “I just...felt so f-full.”
Harry growled, shaking his head. “You’re gonna be the death of me. I swear to God. Do you need another moment?”
“No, I’m good. Please move.”
He held her hip with one hand, the other still wrapped around her neck as he pressed her down and began to thrust. She was sobbing into the sheets and he was biting his lip so they wouldn’t be too loud. He wondered if they’d locked the door. They had, right? He knew he hadn’t but Y/N must have done it and checked it twice; she was never careless.
The anxiety died fast as Y/N pushed back against him. He cursed under his breath and snapped his hips against her bum, eyes flicking between where they connected and her fucked-out face. She pushed down her straps and the dress so both her tits were out and started playing with them herself. At this point, he didn’t think she was in her right mind to have done it consciously, and it turned him on so fucking much.
A cry burst out of her as he hit the spot. He dug his fingers into her soft hip and fucked her deeper and harder, hitting that spot again and again. She chewed on her lip, her eyes shut and her other hand slipping under her. It took him a second to realize she was touching herself as she knew he was close and wanted to finish with him.
“Yes, baby. So good,” he said through gritted teeth, took her by the hips as his hips slapped against her arse. “Am I fucking you hard enough?”
“Yes, yes, Harry–Ah!” She arched her back and clenched around him, and he knew she was coming again. He gave her one deep stroke before pulling her up and pressing her back against him. One of his hands was on her breast, the other arm wrapped around her stomach as he pumped her on his cock and fucked into her at the same time. Just as he shot his cum into her, the door flew open and they whipped their head around when her sister Maisie screamed and pulled the door shut with a wall-shaking slam.
Then, a voice from downstairs, probably her Dad, or her brother, asked Maisie what was wrong. Maisie replied, “I-I saw a cockroach!”
Cock-roach. Harry tried not to laugh at it. How could he find that funny after his girlfriend’s sister had seen him coming inside her? Jesus, he really needed to get his priorities straight.
It was Y/N’s bright laughter that dragged Harry out of his thoughts. She’d lay back down onto her stomach, his dick still inside her and the vibration that she sent to it as she laughed was too much. He pulled out to his dismay and collapsed beside her. She propped herself up on her elbow, her eyes gleaming in the semi-darkness.
“Should we apologise to Maisie or at least thank her for not calling for your dad and brother to beat my arse?”
“You’re so dramatic,” she giggled, scooting closer to kiss him sweetly on the mouth. “If they wanna hurt you, they’ll have to step over my dead body.”
“Aww, I love you,” he sighed. “But seriously. Your sister just saw me balls deep inside you, babe.”
“That’ll traumatise her for sure,” she said, this time, blushing, and he knew that the horniness had faded and she was back to being his cute and shy girlfriend. He liked both sides of her, though, wouldn’t want to change a thing.
“Let’s get cleaned up and go down there before my dad comes up here.”
He groaned as she sat up and fixed her dress. “Do we really have to take the walk of shame now? What if your dad could hear us and is now waiting for me to come down so he can kill me?
She cupped the side of his face, her mouth curled slightly. “At least you got to nut one last time before you die.”
The "it's just a sprained muscle" prompt with flatmates . Thank you!
Here ya go :)
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“It’s just a sprained muscle.”
“Shut up, Niall.”
Y/N sighed as she shut the door and watched Harry limp inside, an arm wrapped around Niall’s neck. Niall dropped him like a sandbag onto the couch and he dramatically howled like a wounded dog.
“Did you fall down the stairs?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow at his bandaged ankle.
“I tried to save a cat,” Harry said, raking his fingers through his hair. He looked like he was in pain even though he was acting cocky about his heroic act. Y/N didn’t believe him so she glanced at Niall for confirmation.
Niall rolled his eyes. “The cat got stuck in a tree.”
“Was the cat okay?”
“Yes. But I’m not,” Harry said, pouting and holding his leg. “I won’t be able to walk for the next three weeks soooooo I guess you’ll have to take care of me.”
Y/N looked to Niall, squinting her eyes. “You should’ve just taken him back to your place.”
Niall lifted his shoulders. “Hanging out with him every day is one thing, but I can’t handle living with him.”
“I don’t even want to hang out with him.”
“I know. He’s exhausting as fuck.”
“You guys do know I’m sitting right here, right?” Harry scoffed, his mouth wide open.
Y/N rolled her eyes. She could already see how annoying he’d be for the next three weeks. However, she guessed she could tolerate him, considering the fact that he was only trying to save a cat.
Suddenly, the front door burst open and Ben poked his head in, looking excited.
“I love how everyone can just walk into your flat like they live here,” Niall chuckled.
“Hey, Harry,” Ben said. “The doorman told me you got pushed down the stairs. You okay?”
“What?!” Y/N whirled around to see Harry hiding his face behind his hands as Niall burst out laughing. “What do you mean?” she asked Ben.
“He tried to ask for a girl’s number but she thought he was trying to rob her,” Ben said.
“You know what?” Harry held Niall’s shoulder and got up as fast as he could. “I’m fine now. It’s just a sprained muscle!”
“Harry!” Y/N shouted as Niall doubled over with laughter. “Get back here!”
I love your writing. The flatmate series is amazing and I can honestly say I've pulled more than one all nighter reading it. So for the request can you please do Person A has been in their room for a while blasting a bunch of sad / emo songs on their speakers and Person B comes in to ask if they’re okay. With person B being Harry . Thank you
This reminds me of my flatmate 🥺
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“Y/N!!!!”
“What?!” Y/N yanked the door open and found a horrified Harry standing outside her room. “What?” she repeated in annoyance. “Is the building on fire?”
“No–”
“Is Ben kidnapped and they’re asking us, his neighbours, for ransom?”
“No.” He made a face and shook his head fast. “You’ve been watching too many criminal documentaries.”
“Then why were you banging on my door like your life depended on it?”
“I heard you blasting Lorde’s Melodrama album.”
“So?”
He lifted his shoulders. “Then you played Taylor Swift. Not the new Taylor Swift. The old Taylor Swift who was dead and couldn’t come to the phone right now.”
Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at that one as she crossed her arms. “What’s your point?”
Harry pouted, his head cocked to the side. “Is someone heartbroken and needs a hug? Because I’m here if they need me.”
“Ugh, no,” Y/N snorted. “Someone just wanted to listen to music without being disturbed.”
“No, seriously, are you okay?”
“Jesus, Harry!”
“Because if someone broke your heart, I’ll–”
“The old Taylor needs me! Bye!” Y/N shoved Harry out of the way and quickly closed her bedroom door. She leaned her back against it as she shook her head and grinned at the ceiling. Suddenly, there was a knock.
“What?” she asked.
“Link me all the songs you’ve played tonight,” he said.
Hi! For Flatmates can I ask for this prompt, if possible person A being Harry. Person A likes to get up early, come downstairs, and open all the curtains so they can enjoy the bright sunlight coming in, but they always make sure to close them before Person B gets up because they know that Person B struggles with light sensitivity. Pretty please, thank you
AWWWWWW I LOVE THE BABIES 🥺 and Niall Thirdwheel Horan lol
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“Why is your flat so fucking bright? It’s seven in the morning!” Niall grumbled as he covered his eyes and stepped into the kitchen where Harry was making a smoothie. “Remind me to never sleep over again.”
“Get used to it. Early morning light is good for you,” Harry said as Niall pulled up a chair and buried his face into his hands.
“What time does your flatmate wake?”
Harry’s head jerked up. “Why?”
“I don’t want to freak her out.” Niall shrugged. “Didn’t you say she was really shy around strangers? I’m only wearing boxers.”
Harry rolled his eyes as Niall gestured to his naked upper half. “Y/N usually wakes up pretty late on Sundays. Besides, she walks in on one of my half-naked dates making breakfast all the time.”
Niall scoffed and squinted his eyes at Harry. “I don’t understand how she can stand you.”
Harry chuckled. Honestly, he didn’t understand, either.
“Harry?” Y/N’s voice from the living room made him flinch. “Have you seen my Xanas?”
“Oh, I think Y/N–”
Harry cut Niall off by throwing himself out of his seat and dashing to the nearest window. He yanked the curtains down and nearly tripped on his own feet and broke his neck. He fumbled for a random shirt from the dirty laundry basket and tossed it at Niall.
“Put some clothes on, you dirty pig!”
“You literally said–”
“Could you help me close the curtains over there, please?”
Niall got up and hurried to the window on his side. “What is going on? Are we expecting a guest who’s a vampire?”
“Y/N struggles with light sensitivity,” Harry simply said and stomped his feet as Niall sniffed the shirt with disgust. “Goddamnit, Niall. Put the goddamn shirt on.”
