A/N: This is the check in that was requested here and I hope y’all enjoy how this turned out!✨
Summary: You and Harry enjoy your first evening together after the two months you spent apart✨
Harry’s green eyes roam around a room he’s very familiar with but hasn’t had the privilege of being in over the last few months, your bedroom in your sorority house. He watches with a smile on his face from his spot in the doorway as you move around the space like a gust of wind, rushing to finish getting ready for the party that’s taking place downstairs. He notices the small changes, there’s a few extra pillows on your bed and the photos in the frames have been switched out but the most noticeable thing that sticks out to him is the flannel shirt that’s casually draped over the chair at your little desk tucked in the corner of your room, a flannel that he knows isn’t yours and one he knows sure as hell isn’t his. It has him wondering if you put it there on purpose, as a silent way to remind him that he’s not the only one who’s had other lovers during the two months you spent apart and it makes a different type of jealousy begin to bubble up in the pit of his stomach.
It’s not the usual jealousy that has him wanting to toss a few punches at the man who had the audacity to pursue you, it’s a type of jealousy that has Harry wanting to prove to you just how better he is than anyone else you’ve ever been with. It serves as a challenge in Harry’s mind, a challenge against someone he doesn’t even know the name of but already hates because of the fact you felt so comfortable with this person you kept their shirt. And it’s that jealousy that has him stepping into your room and closing the door behind him, the soft click making you stop mid swipe of some fruity smelling gloss on your bottom lip and turning your head to look at him over your shoulder as you stand in front of the full length mirror that’s on the back of your closet door.
“I know that look.” Harry doesn’t say anything as he crosses the room so he’s standing right behind you. “We don’t have time for any funny business Harry.” You tell him as he grabs ahold of your hips and spins you around so you’re facing him.
“What I wanna do to you is very far from funny baby.” He says with his trademark smirk, the one that caught your attention all those months ago as he reaches for the lipgloss tube in your hands, you watch as he carelessly tosses it behind him letting it land on your floor. “We’re already late so what’s a few more minutes gonna hurt?” You let out a laugh as you place your hands on the silky material of the black dress shirt he has half done up letting you see a decent amount of his chest.
“Is that all you need? Just a few minutes?” Your voice is low and teasing as you run your hands down his chest until they hit the smooth leather of his belt that’s holding up his favorite pair of black skinny jeans that hug his thighs in a way that drives you just a little bit wild. “I thought your stamina would’ve improved with all that…practice you had the past two months.” Harry’s cock twitches in his jeans as you look up at him with your big rounded eyes, his focus flickers down to your lips as you bite down on your bottom one just as your hand slides down so your palm is cupping him over his jeans.
“Keep it up sweetheart.” You bite back a smile as he leans down so his lips are right next to your ear, letting the mixture of his cologne and the faint hint of mint from the gum you saw him chewing on earlier cloud your senses. “And I’ll show you just how good my stamina is.” He whispers before pulling away but before you can open your mouth to say anything his hand is gripping the side of your neck and his lips are crashing into yours.
Your hands are gripping his shirt pulling him down towards you while his on the side of your neck keeps your face tilted upward allowing him to control the kiss. His tongue gives your bottom lip a teasing swipe before slipping past and licking into your mouth, you feel one of his strong hands grab at your hip before sliding down and firmly squeezing your ass. While Harry has been focusing on maintaining control of the kiss he doesn’t notice your hands on his chest have slowly been pushing him backwards towards your bed until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress.
“Thirty minutes.” Is all you say as you abruptly pull away from him, his lips automatically chasing after yours with a pout having not been ready for the kiss to end yet, you ignore his little huff and give Harry’s chest a solid shove making him all but fall backwards onto your bed.
“Jesus-what the hell was that? No need to shove me love I’d happily get in bed with you-all you had to do was ask.” His tone would have you thinking he’s annoyed but the way his lips curl upward and his eyes darken as they stare into yours lets you know he didn’t mind it one bit.
“I’m serious Harry.” You say with a huff as you place your hands on his knees so you can spread his legs wide enough for you to stand between them as they hang off the side of your bed. “We have thirty minutes before I have to give a speech so if you can’t make it happen in that amount of time then we should just stop now.” You tell him, your voice coming off almost as if you’re taunting him. Harry’s brows furrow as your hands rest on his belt, waiting for him to answer before you begin to undo it and shimmy his jeans down to his ankles, not wanting to bother with the task if he doesn’t think he’s capable of meeting your time restraint.
“Why are you saying it like that?”
“Saying it like what? I’m just asking if you can get me off in half an hour or not?”
“No you’re saying it like you don’t think I can-that’s a bit rude sweetheart considering one time I got you screaming my name in less than ten so-”
“You are so delusional I have never screamed your name-I may have shouted it…I’ll even say I’ve moaned it a bit loudly a few times but screamed it?….yeah no…never done that.”
“I love the way you sweet talk me baby it really gets me in the mood hearing how I’ve never made you scream my name but you’ve shouted it once or twice.” You roll your eyes as he sits up onto his elbows, his eyes falling from your slightly pink cheeks down to your well manicured fingers that are working on undoing his belt with a practiced ease making him twitch in his pants in anticipation of getting to see those same pretty fingers wrapped around his cock.
“That’s the thing Harry-” Your words are soft but with a teasing edge to them as you lock eyes with him, you lower the zipper on his jeans making him swallow thickly when he feels your hands start to pull them down after he lifts his hips just a bit to help you as much as he can. “If you didn’t like the way I talked to you then you wouldn’t be this hard for me now would you?” You ask with a knowing smile on your face as you place your warm palm over the very noticeable bulge in his boxers.
“Fuck.” He says with a groan as you start to rub him over the fabric of his boxers. “I can do it-I can get you off in thirty minutes.” He says confidently making you let out a small chuckle when he sits up and frantically reaches out for you to try and pull you onto his lap.
“Now it’s more like twenty five.” You correct him making him roll his eyes as you maneuver yourself so you’re straddling him, your knees hitting the soft sheets on either side of his thighs as he rests his back against the wall your bed is pressed up against.
“Then we better get to it.” He says with a smile as his hands slide under the hem of your skirt pushing it up so he can get a better view of the skimpy bright pink panties that don’t do much at covering anything. “Wore these just for me didn’t you baby?” He asks as he leans down and presses his lips to your jaw, he hears you let out a gasp and reach out and grab onto his shoulders when he pulls the fabric to the side and slides his middle and index finger into your soaked cunt without a warning.
“Know you like them-wanted to surprise you.” You answer with a soft moan as Harry pumps his fingers into you at a pace that he knows will have you whining out in frustration soon because it’s too slow and you want more. It’s not until his lips find your neck that his eyes are able to see the very object that has his head spinning and a surge of jealousy running through his veins.
That fucking flannel.
“Time?” He asks as he slides his fingers out of your wetness making you let out a soft little huff of annoyance but just as you open your mouth to answer him he is placing a hand on the back of your head and the other on your hip, rolling you onto your back with him settled between your legs. “Come on sweetheart how much time do we have left?” He asks again as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead as he hovers over you.
“Twenty minutes.” You answer with a teasing smile as your hands reach for the waistband of his boxers so you can tug them down enough for him to work them the rest of the way off, Harry lets out a groan when he feels your hand wrap around his hard cock giving him a few slow strokes.
“Missed how good your hand feels wrapped around me.” His voice is strained as you tighten your grip on him while he rests his forehead against yours. “But I missed something else a whole lot more.” He says with a smile and it’s as if that’s all you needed to hear, your hand let’s go of his hard shaft and quickly begins sliding your panties down your legs making Harry let out a chuckle when one of your feet gets caught making him lean back onto his knees so he can unhook it from around your ankle.
“Focus Harry we-” your attempt to get him to stop laughing is cut off by his lips pressing against yours in a kiss that has your insides melting as his hand slides down the side of your thigh, bending your leg at the knee as he positions the tip of his cock right at your entrance. His eyes find yours as you bring a hand up and run it through his hair, Harry uses this moment to push all the way into your needy cunt with one harsh thrust making you let out a moan that nearly has him bursting before he’s even really started.
“Holy fucking shit.” He says with a sigh of relief at finally getting to feel you like this, something he honestly wasn’t ever sure he’d get the honor of experiencing again. “Feel so good baby-missed you so fucking much.” He confesses before pressing his lips to the side of your neck, you let out a moan as Harry finds a steady pace that has the tip of his cock hitting a spot deep inside you that’s almost reserved just for him, since no one else has been able to even come close to reaching it.
“Missed you too-don’t ever do that stupid shit to me again okay?” Harry has to hold off a laugh as you pull his face out of the comfort of the crook of your neck so you can find his eyes, the moment his bright eyes lock with yours he just nods and leans down to place a sweet kiss to your lips.
“Never again sweetheart.” You can’t help but let yourself feel all the emotions as Harry stares down at you, and it’s almost as if in this moment the two of you never spent anytime apart.
Like you didn’t go weeks with a deep ache in your chest from how badly you missed him and didn’t hang around his fraternity brothers and their friends until you found someone to help take your mind off him, never long enough to stop the hurt from creeping back into your chest a few days later but long enough to let yourself enjoy it for the short time it lasted. It feels like Harry didn’t fill his nights with pointless hookups trying to get rid of all the memories of you that turned out to be worthless because every single time he had someone else in his bed all it did was make him think of you, hearing your voice in his head and seeing your face whenever he closed his eyes. It feels like just another Friday night for the two of you, enjoying being wrapped around each other while the world goes on around you.
“I’m not going anywhere okay? You’re stuck with me now baby.” He says between little pecks to your lips, you smile as he pulls away and leans back onto his knees and in one smooth motion he has your calf resting on his shoulder letting him go even deeper with the new angle earning him a loud cry of his name. “Come on baby you can do better than that.” His voice is playful as he leans down pressing the top of your thigh against your chest, his thrusts growing more determined as he watches your eyes close and your hands grip the sheets at your sides.
“Oh god.” You moan as he pounds into you as if he’s not only trying to beat the time limit you put on him but also like he’s trying to prove something, you’re just not sure if it’s to you or himself. “Ten-ten minutes.” You tell with him as your eyes open and you reach your hands up and tangle them in his hair giving it a harsh tug that has him groaning and turning his head and placing his lips on the inside of your wrist.
“So close-can feel how much you wanna let go for me baby.” He mumbles against the soft skin of your wrist, giving it a little nip. “Let me feel you make a mess-missed how good it feels when you soak me-come on sweetheart make a mess all over my cock.” You feel yourself slipping closer to the edge as Harry slides a hand between your two bodies until his thumb is rubbing tight circles on your clit.
“Harry-oh yes just like that don’t stop.” Harry feels you start to pulse around him as his hips keep up their brutal pace, wanting the soreness he knows you’re going to feel to serve as a reminder of this night for the next few days.
“Fuck baby you’re perfect little pussy is squeezing me so good-shit oh yes that’s it love there you go.” His eyes watch your face contort into a look of pure bliss, your lips part and his name rolls off your tongue over and over as your cheeks get a flush to them while your eyes snap shut, a feeling of pride hits him in the chest that he’s the one making you feel this good. “So pretty when you’re coming all over my cock baby-god you’re so fucking perfect.” He pants as he moves your leg from his shoulder, keeping it bent at your knee and planting your foot flat on the bed as he fucks you through your orgasm, adding pressure to your sensitive clit making a satisfied grin take over his face when you all but scream his name. “There you go baby I knew you had it in you.”
“Shit Harry that-oh fuck.” His lips attaching themselves to the spot right below your ear has your back arching into him. “Five-oh god we-we have five minutes.” You warn him as you give his hair a nice tug that has a curse word being mumbled against your neck as his hips start to get sloppy with their thrusts, you wrap your legs around him and pull him closer making him moan into the crook of your neck.
“Oh shit shit I’m gonna come-fuck I’m so close.” He says with a groan as he feels you flutter around him, when he just feels your hands claw at his back your name falls from his lips.
“Want to feel you fill me up Harry-have you dripping down my legs all night so everyone knows who I belong to.” You whisper in his ear and he lets out a choked moan as his hips still and you let out a soft moan when you feel his warm load coat your walls.
“All mine.” He groans as he feels your walls clenching around him, milking him of every last drop he has to offer you. You turn your head and place a kiss to his cheek before looking over to your nightstand to check the time. “Did we make it?” He asks with a smile as he collapses on top of you making you laugh as your arms wrap around his shoulders pulling him closer, having missed feeling the weight of him on top of you like this.
“Two minutes to spare.” You answer making him turn his head so his cheek is resting on your shirt covered chest, you laugh when he raises a hand up for you to high five. “Not happening.” He chuckles as he rolls over so he’s laying on his back next to you.
“So..would you count that as screaming? Or was that just another loud cry?”
“If I say it was a scream will you grab my panties off the floor by my lamp for me?” Harry rolls his eyes as he rolls over to his side so he can look at you.
“I’ll do that regardless but-we both know that was a scream.” He informs you before leaning over and kissing your cheek, making you smile as you watch him sit up so he can look for his boxers and slide them back on before undergoing the annoying task of putting his jeans back on. As he turns around to grab your sad excuse for underwear he spots the flannel, but oddly he doesn’t feel a sense of jealousy as he reaches over and runs a hand over the soft material of the shirt.
“Isn’t it soft? I got it at the thrift store last month.” Harry quirks a brow as he bends down to snatch the pink fabric off the floor before turning to face where you’re sitting on the edge of the bed with a totally blissed out expression on your face. “It reminded me of that red one you have that you used to let me wear.” Your words have Harry’s heart dropping to the bottom of his chest, the thought of you buying something just because it reminded you of him so you could have it during the days you spent away from each other.
“You wore that thing more than I did-it still smells like you.” He tells you with a smile as he kneels down to help you back into your panties, your hands gripping the tops of his shoulders as you stand up and let him drag them all the way back up to where they rest below your hips, fixing your skirt once he’s done. “I’m sorry I made us spend two months apart all because I didn’t know what to do with the fact that…that I’m in love with you.” Your eyes go wide as he stands up and cups your face in his hands, leaning down until he’s resting his forehead against yours. “I’ve never been in love before-I’m probably going to fuck it up sometimes but I promise I won’t push you away again.” You feel a lump form on your throat as you wrap your hands around his wrists.
“I love you too Harry…and it’s okay if we fuck it up sometimes-as long as we’re just there for each other whenever it happens.” You say with a few sniffles, Harry moves his head so he can place his lips to your forehead. “Think that’s doable?”
“Yes that’s doable.” You smile as he pulls away just enough to let him look at you. “Now not to be rude but…you can’t go give a speech like this you look like you just got good and properly fucked…” He tells you with a playful smirk on his face that has you rolling your eyes and shoving him away from you so you can walk over to your mirror.
“You’re so annoying.”
“Yeah but you love me.” He teases as he walks up behind you and places his hands on your hips, you look up at him and smile when you see he’s already looking down at you.
Different Frequencies- Part III (Harry Styles!Au x autistic!reader)
Series Synopsis- College heartthrob and football captain Harry Styles needs extra credit to survive the year. His only shot? Mentoring Y/N, a brilliant but blunt autistic student who couldn’t care less about his charm. What starts as an obligation soon sparks something neither of them expected.
A/N:- Most awaited Part 3! Please like and reblog if you like it, and here's the link to Part 1 and Part 2 if you haven't checked those out yet. Now gear up for lots of soft fluff!
Warnings: Talks of abuse, mild violence.
Word count: 6,043
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The soft buzz of chatter and the clink of dice filled the air, mingling with the scent of melted cheese, warm chocolate, and too many fizzy drinks. The Game Den, a cozy corner café was a haven for people who liked their socializing with a side of strategy and snacks.
y/n was in her element.
Curled into the corner booth, she arranged her game tokens with careful precision, sleeves tugged halfway over her palms. Her eyes scanned the board like it was a puzzle only she could decode, and she looked completely at peace doing it. The golden glow from the overhead fairy lights caught the curve of her smile as Zayn cracked open another can of soda beside her.
Harry, on the other hand, looked like he’d wandered into a high-level math exam by accident.
“Okay, so, if I land here,” he said, pointing to a space marked with a tiny wizard hat and a skull, “do I fight the goblin, or summon a storm?”
y/n tried to hold back a laugh and failed. “No! That’s the negotiation tile.”
“The what now?”
Zayn grinned, sliding a card toward him. “You barter with the next player. If they roll a five or higher, they get your amulet. If you roll a six, you steal their spellbook.”
Harry blinked. “This is illegal. I’m reporting both of you.”
“We didn’t do anything wrong.,” y/n said, wondering what made him say that. Then it slowly clicks. “Wait..that was a joke, right?”
“Yes, Cherry, it was a joke.”, Harry grins, poking her nose and her cheeks tint a little red.
“You already signed the wizard code, by the way.”
“I what?”
She giggled, and the sound, soft, sudden, real, hit Harry like warm sunlight through stained glass. He didn’t care that he was losing miserably. He didn’t care that he had absolutely no clue what the rules were. She was laughing, and for the first time in days, she looked light again. Not floating, but steady. Present.
They played for two hours, switching games mid-way and half-finishing a plate of curly fries while Zayn waged war against the soda machine and Harry tried to convince Y/N that his strategy of “vibes only” would eventually pay off.
It didn’t.
When their energy mellowed and their fingers were sticky from too much candy, they found themselves in the quiet back booth, arms brushing now and then as they leaned in over the table.
“Leah told me everything’s fine,” Y/N said softly, her voice different now, flattened, quiet. Her eyes didn’t lift from her drink.
Zayn, halfway through a caramel pretzel, froze.
“She actually said that?” he asked, wiping his fingers on a napkin.
Y/N nodded. “She said he didn’t mean it. That he just gets angry sometimes. That he loves her.”
Harry’s stomach twisted. He pushed his fries away, appetite gone. “That’s bullshit.”
“Harry,” Zayn warned gently, but the sharpness in Harry’s eyes didn’t fade.
“No, I mean it. Darren’s a dick. I’ve seen the way he talks to people. He’s a walking red flag. The guy’s had three warnings already this semester from Coach.”
“Yeah, but warnings about his attitude in practice,” Zayn pointed out. “That’s not the same as this.”
“He’s dangerous,” Harry muttered. “All I need is something solid to get him off the team. Just one reason.”
y/n looked down at her hands, quiet. “But Leah doesn’t want to report anything. She says it’s her choice.”
“It is,” Zayn said gently. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t do something.”
“I can talk to Darren, it’s probably end in a fight but if I can get him to-”
“-No, no fights.”, y/n cuts Harry off and Harry nods, pressing his lips together. “Then you just have to get through to Leah..any other ideas?”
“We could keep an eye out for any other abusive instances.”, Zayn says.
The evening began to wind down as other patrons started clearing their tables, folding boards, and placing cards back into boxes with reluctant goodbyes. Someone flicked the lights above the café door, a subtle nudge that it was almost closing time.
y/n stretched her arms over her head with a small yawn, the kind she tried to hide behind her sleeve.
Harry smiled at the sight.
“You okay?” he asked, sliding the empty fry basket to the side.
She nodded. “Tired, but… yeah. This was good.”
Zayn stood, brushing crumbs from his hoodie. “We should do it again. Maybe next week?”
y/n turned to Harry, uncertain. “Would you… come again?”
He raised his eyebrows, mock serious. “Even after getting destroyed by the ‘Wizard’s Union of Honor and Card-Stealing’? I’d be honored.”
She laughed again, softer now. Her shoulders didn’t look so tense anymore.
As they walked out into the cool evening, the sidewalk quiet under their feet, Zayn had parked the car somewhere at the back, he ran off saying he’d go get it and pull up. That left just Y/N and Harry.
They stood near the curb for a beat, neither quite ready to say goodbye.
“So,” Harry said, rocking back on his heels a little. “We’ve officially eaten our weight in carbs and lost all sense of board game logic. Want to take it to the next level?”
Y/N blinked at him, confused again.
He grinned. “Come to my game. Day after, evening. Home match. You don’t have to stay long if it’s too much, but..I'd really like it if you were there.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “You want me to come watch you play?”
“I do,” he said, more gently this time. “It’s loud, yeah. But I can save you a seat. Somewhere quieter. You’d be safe. I’ll make sure of it.”
She hesitated, not out of fear, but out of surprise.
Then, after a second, she gave a tiny nod. “Okay. I’ll try.”
His smile broke slowly across his face, wider than he intended, and warmer than he could hide.
“Good,” he said. “It’s a date.”
She looked up sharply, eyes wide again.
He backpedaled instantly. “I mean, not a date date. Unless you want it to be? Or we could pretend I didn’t say that. Up to you.”
Y/N bit her lip, hiding another smile. “Okay.”
“Okay, okay or okay to ignore it?”
She turned and started walking toward the dorms, her voice drifting behind her like a ribbon. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Styles.”
Harry stood there a second longer, watching her disappear down the sidewalk, heart doing something stupid in his chest.
Then he exhaled, shoved his hands in his pockets, and grinned at the empty street.
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The squeak of sneakers and the sharp echo of bouncing balls filled the gym. Whistles blew. Sweat dripped. The energy was off.
And Harry felt it crawling under his skin.
Darren was playing like the court belonged to him. Hogging the ball, ignoring plays, showboating with unnecessary spins, and shooting from angles that made zero sense.
“Pass it, Darren!” Harry barked as he ran for an opening.
Darren ignored him and launched a wild three-pointer that hit the rim and bounced hard off the backboard.
Missed. Again.
“That fucking shithead.”, Nate groaned, the rest of the players murmuring curses as well.
Coach blew the whistle. Hard.
“Enough!” he snapped. “We play as a team or we don’t play at all.”
Harry clenched his jaw. His fists were already twitching. Not just because of the selfish play, but because every time he looked at Darren, all he could hear was y/n’s voice from last night.
He didn’t mean it. He loves her…
Bullshit.
“Get it together,” Coach growled, throwing Darren a sharp look. “One more screw-up and you’re benched for game day.”
Darren muttered something under his breath and jogged to the bench, sulking like a child.
“Harry?” Harry realizes Nate was talking to him and unclenches his fists, slowly moving his gaze away from Darren. “I was saying how coach himself will throw him out soon if he keeps this up.”
“I hope he does.”, Harry mumbles. The only reason why Darren was still in the team was because he is a good player. Doesn’t miss the basket often. Only if he gets in his head too much.
Practice ended ten minutes early. Coach stormed off and the players scattered.
“Not coming mate?”, Nate asks him as Harry head’s towards the locker room. “I’ll catch up, you get going.”
Harry stayed back, and so did Darren.
The locker room was nearly empty when Harry finally walked in, towel over his neck, sweat still cooling on his back.
Darren was at his locker, shirtless, humming like nothing happened. Harry didn’t wait.
He slammed his locker shut with a loud bang that echoed through the room.
Darren didn’t flinch. Just smirked over his shoulder. “Problem, Captain?”
Harry stepped in close, voice low but sharp. “You’re done. One more stunt, one more attitude, and I’m taking it to Coach. All of it.”
Darren raised an eyebrow. “What’s all of it, huh?”
Harry stared him down. “You and Leah. I know.”
Darren scoffed. “You know nothing.”
“I know enough.”
There was a moment of silence, heavy and charged. Then Darren turned around fully, tossing a shirt over his shoulder as he sneered.
“Oh, wait. This is about that little weirdo you’ve been babysitting, isn’t it?”
Harry’s jaw tensed.
Darren leaned in mockingly. “She got you wrapped around her quiet little fingers? I saw her, all twitchy and awkward. Speaks so damn slow and looks like she’s in play school still. Heard she’s quite stupid and hopeless. Freaks like that are easy to-”
Crack.
The punch came before Harry could think. It landed hard, knuckles against jaw, skin against bone.
Darren staggered back, hitting the locker door behind him.
“Say her name again,” Harry snarled, his voice shaking with fury. “Go ahead. I dare you.”
Darren wiped blood from the corner of his lip, staring up at him. His cocky grin was gone now. “You just screwed yourself.”
Harry didn’t back down. “No. You did. And if I hear anything about you putting your hands on Leah again, or so much as breathing in y/n’s direction, I will make it my entire mission to make sure you lose everything. Team, scholarship, reputation, everything.”
Darren glared, chest heaving.
Harry turned and walked out before he could throw another punch. His heart was still pounding, but not from adrenaline.
It was rage.
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A half-empty coffee cup sat forgotten beside Harry’s open textbook, and he hadn’t turned a page in fifteen minutes.
y/n noticed.
She sat across from him, legs tucked under the chair, her pencil tapping lightly against the edge of her notes. She tilted her head slightly, studying him, noticing the way he kept drumming his fingers on the table, how his eyes kept flicking to the window like something outside was pulling at him.
“You’re not reading,” she said quietly, touching the tip of the pencil to his nose.
Harry blinked, startled out of his thoughts. “Huh?”
“You’ve looked at the same sentence four times.”
He dropped his gaze and gave a sheepish shrug. “Yeah. Sorry. Just… got a lot on my mind.”
She hesitated, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Is something wrong?”
He looked up at her then, her eyes soft and searching, and immediately felt bad for not being fully there.
“No. Nothing’s wrong. I think I’m just… nervous. Big game tonight.”
Y/N nodded slowly, accepting the explanation, though she didn’t entirely buy it. Still, she didn’t push.
Instead, she smiled a little. “I’ve never been to a basketball game before.”
That caught his attention.
His lips quirked into a grin. “Seriously?”
She shook her head. “Not even one. I don’t know the rules. Or… where to look.”
Harry leaned back in his chair, suddenly amused and more relaxed than he’d been all morning. “Alright, well… it’s not rocket science.”
“Zayn has said that to me before. He said the same for social cues, and it’s not true.,” she rambled.
He laughed and the tension in his shoulders finally began to ease.
“Fair point,” he said, grinning. “Okay, let’s do a crash course.”
He pulled his notebook toward him and drew a rough outline of a court. “This is the hoop. You want the ball to go in the hoop. Not rocket science. We’ve got five players on each team. Two guards, two forwards, and a center.”
“You?”
“Me? I’m point guard. I run the plays. Set up passes. Kind of like the guy with the map.”
“So you’re the map guy.”
“Exactly. Except if the map guy is also yelling and sweating and trying not to get elbowed in the ribs.”
She leaned forward, chin resting on her hand. “Is it dangerous?”
“Nah, I’ll stay safe.”, he smiles, leaning towards her too.
“I’ll be honest,” she said, voice softer now, “I’m a little scared. The noise. The crowd.”
“I get that,” he said gently. “I’ll save you a seat near the front, by the benches. It’s not as loud there. Less people. Coach will be cool with it.”
Her eyes flicked up to his, grateful.
“I’ll be okay,” she said, more to herself than him.
“I’ll make sure of it,” he promised, without hesitation. He reached out to gently tuck away a strand of her hair that came out of her side braid, behind her ear. y/n just smiled but her heart beat just a little faster at his soft gesture.
“Green.”, she whispered, her focus shifting.
“What’s that, Cherry?”, Harry watches as her eyes focus on his, which rarely happens.
“Your eyes, green like the forest. There’s gold too, like..like sunlight and the left one has more brown around the iris.”
Her brain panicked a little, maybe she made things weird and said too much. She quickly looked down. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be, I think about yours too.”, Harry mumbled and his gentle, warm fingers grab her chin and tilt it up so she looks at him again. “They’re soft. Quiet, but not dull. Like they’re always thinking ten layers deeper than what you say out loud. You know, even if it’s for a few seconds, I love it when you give me your eyes, Cherry.”
She took a few seconds to process what he meant and when she did, she felt warmth unfurl in her chest. And she was still maintaining her eye contact with him, his green eyes staying still too.
She realized that she was starting to trust him. With her words, and with her eyes.
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y/n stood in front of her bedroom mirror, staring at herself like she wasn’t quite sure who she was tonight.
It was just a basketball game.
Except it wasn’t.
It was his game. And she was going for him.
She tugged at the sleeves of her soft navy sweater and smoothed her jeans, mentally checking the list of things she needed. Fidget cube. Water bottle. Small weighted lap pad folded into her tote bag, just in case. She didn’t know what the bleachers would feel like. Or how loud it might be. But she was going. Because he asked.
A quiet knock came at her door, and then her mom peeked in. “You look great, honey.”
y/n turned, suddenly self-conscious. “It’s not… too much?”
Her mom smiled. “It’s just right. He’s going to love seeing you there.”
She blushed. “It’s not..it’s not a date.”
Her mom raised an eyebrow. “Mm-hmm.”
Before she could protest, a honk sounded from outside.
“Zayn,” she muttered.
Her mom pulled her into a hug before she left. “Be safe. Text me when you get there. And after. And if you need to come home early—”
“I know,” y/n said softly. “I’ve got it.”
And strangely… she really felt like she did.
Zayn had music playing low, one hand on the wheel and a smug grin on his face.
“So,” he said, after five whole minutes of silence, “are you gonna tell me what you’re wearing under that sweater, or do I have to assume it’s ‘I heart Harry’ merch?”
She groaned. “Zayn—”
“I mean, I get it,” he teased. “Hot basketball guy? You? Mentorship turned romance? It’s giving a YA novel realness.”
She turned her face toward the window, biting back a reluctant smile. “It’s not a date.”
He snorted. “He invited you to his game, is sitting you front row, probably gonna win MVP while looking at you dramatically mid-free throw… Yeah, alright. Not a date.”
She sighed, cheeks hot. “You’re annoying.”
“Extremely. Also, if he so much as breathes wrong near you, I’m throwing hands. Don’t care how pretty he is.”
y/n laughed quietly, and Zayn’s smile softened at the sound.
“You okay, though?” he asked more gently. “We don’t have to stay the whole time.”
“I think I’m okay,” she said. “I want to try.”
And she did.
The moment they walked into the gym, the shift hit her like a wave. Lights. Noise. Movement. A dull roar of voices. The smell of popcorn and sweat and the sharp echo of basketballs bouncing.
y/n’s fingers found her tote bag instinctively, grounding herself.
And then she saw him.
Harry.
He was already walking toward them, towel slung around his neck, jersey half untucked, curls wild and damp with pre-game sweat. The second his eyes landed on her, his face changed, lit up in a way she’d never quite seen before.
“You made it,” he said, a little breathless. “Hey.”
“Hi,” she managed, voice soft.
Zayn gave Harry a look, protective and unreadable. Harry gave him a polite nod, then turned his full attention back to Y/N.
“I saved you a seat,” he said, gesturing toward the far side, near the team bench. “It’s quieter over there. You’re not too close to the student section.”
As they walked, he pulled something from behind his back. “Also… got these for you.”
Noise cancelling headphones. And it was a baby pink shade.
“I figured it might get loud,” he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice held a nervous edge. “And uh, I also brought those chewy mints you like. For, you know. Sensory stuff. Read that it helps.”
She stared at him.
“I just wanted to make it easier,” he said, quieter now.
For a long second, she didn’t speak. Just stood there, heart doing strange and sudden things.No one had ever done that for her before. She didn’t know what to say, so she just gave a tiny nod and mouthed, thank you.
His smile returned, softer, just for her.
“I have to go warm up,” he said reluctantly, already backing away. “But I’ll see you after, yeah?”
“Okay,” she whispered.
He turned, jogged a few steps, then looked back, just once. Like he had to make sure she was still there.
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Harry reached the bench, jaw tight again.
Because he felt it.
Eyes.
Darren.
Sitting just across the court, lacing his sneakers with a slow, mocking smirk on his face. He was watching Harry, like he knew something.
Like he was waiting.
Harry’s fists clenched.
He didn’t care if he threw another punch tonight. Didn’t care if it cost him the game. The season.
But if Darren so much as looked at y/n the wrong way-
He’d bury him.
He scanned the crowd one more time, just to be sure. And there she was, settling into her seat beside Zayn. But something else made his stomach twist.
Leah.
Sitting only a few seats down from Y/N, alone.
Too close.
Harry tore his eyes away and jogged back toward the huddle, trying to shake it off.
Focus. Play. Win.
And after that?
He’d deal with Darren. One way or another.
The gym was electric.
Music pumped through the speakers. Students screamed in waves. Sneakers squeaked across the polished floor. The scoreboard buzzed as the numbers climbed. Harry’s team was holding the lead, but barely.
Y/N sat near the bench with Zayn beside her, hands pressed against the warm cup of cocoa he’d insisted on getting her from the vending machine outside. Her headphones dulled the roar of the crowd to something distant, like waves crashing behind thick glass. She breathed easier because of it.
But she was still watching him.
Harry.
Number 7.
He moved across the court like he belonged to it. Fast, sharp, focused. But every few minutes, after a pass, a rebound, or a timeout, his eyes found her again. Quick glances. Like silent check-ins. She didn’t know how he always knew where she was, but he did.
“Damn,” a girl a few rows behind her giggled to her friend, loud enough to hear through one ear cup. “Is it just me or is Harry Styles actually looking over here?”
y/n smiled faintly.
He was.
But not at them.
She didn’t need to turn around to feel their curious stares. She just lowered her eyes to the cocoa again, her fingers curling a little tighter around the cup.
She didn’t need to say anything.
She knew.
The buzzer rang and players jogged off the court toward the locker rooms. The gym roared around them, full of cheers and music, and Zayn got up to stretch.
“I’ll grab you a protein bar,” he said, heading toward concessions.
y/n gave a small nod.
She didn’t notice Leah until she was already beside her.
“Hey.”
The voice made her turn, and the tone made her stomach twist.
Leah looked pale, too thin, her hands shaking slightly as she folded her arms over her chest. Her makeup was smudged in the corner of one eye. She didn’t look like someone enjoying a basketball game.
She looked like someone trying not to fall apart.
y/n sat up straighter. “Leah… are you—”
“You need to stop,” Leah cut in quickly, eyes darting around. “This thing you’re doing. Trying to tell people something’s wrong.”
y/n froze.
“He didn’t do anything,” Leah said, too fast, too rehearsed. “We’re good. We’ve worked things out. You misunderstood.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You did,” Leah insisted, voice a little louder now. “Just… drop it, okay? I know you think you’re helping, but you’re not. You’re making it worse.”
And there it was.
y/n could see it. In Leah’s trembling hands. The way her eyes never met hers. The small flinch when a loud whistle echoed across the gym.
He’d threatened her.
y/n’s heart ached.
“Did Darren tell you to say that?” she asked quietly.
Leah blinked hard, jaw tightening. “Just leave us alone. Please.”
And before Y/N could say anything, she was gone. She was distracted for the rest of the game, repeatedly running the conversation with Leah in her head, her body cues, her tone, everything.
The buzzer blared, the crowd roared, and just like that it was over.
Victory.
Harry’s team had won.
Confetti cannons went off somewhere near the student section (probably Niall’s idea), and people were flooding the court before the players could even make it to the benches. Teammates clapped Harry on the back, ruffled his hair, shouted his name like he was royalty.
But all he was looking for… was her.
And there she was, still in the same seat, standing up now, hands clasped in front of her, headphones pulled off, eyes wide.
He pushed through the crowd to reach her, breath still heavy from the last quarter.
“You saw that?” he asked, grinning like a kid. “You watched the whole thing?”
y/n smiled, a little softer than before as she gives him a victory pat on the shoulder. “You were incredible.”
His heart swelled.
But before he could say anything else, Niall threw an arm around his neck, dragging him backward.
“C’mon, Styles! Team photo! You can flirt later!”
Harry groaned but let himself be pulled back, looking over his shoulder. “Don’t leave! I’ll be right back!”
She nodded.
But she didn’t say anything.
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y/n turned to sit again but before she could reach the bench, a voice cut through the noise behind her.
“Didn’t think you’d actually come.”
She froze.
Darren.
He stepped beside her, too close, his breath hot with sweat and something sour. His smile was twisted like it always was when no one was watching.
“You’ve got a real hero complex, huh?” he said, voice low so no one else could hear. “Trying to fix things that aren’t yours?”
“I’m not trying to-”
“You are,” he snapped, eyes narrowing. “And you need to stop. Leah’s fine. We’re fine. Whatever Harry thinks he knows, he doesn’t. And if you don’t want things getting messy for you, you’ll keep it that way.”
Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.
He leaned in, voice a whisper of venom. “I’ll say this one last time. Drop it.”
Then, just like that, he slipped back into the crowd, smiling, laughing, blending in like he hadn’t just poisoned the air around her.
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Harry was finally free from the circle of teammates and photos and coach talk. He ran back to the bench, looking for her and found her standing quietly, arms wrapped around herself, her eyes distant.
“Hey,” he said, gently touching her arm. “You okay?”
She blinked, like coming out of a trance. “Yeah. Just tired. I think… I want to go home.”
His smile faltered. “Right. Yeah, of course. Do you want me to drop you or-?”
“Zayn said he’d drive,” she interrupted quickly, her voice light but hollow.
Harry frowned, searching her face. “You sure you’re alright?”
“I am,” she said. Too fast.
He didn’t believe her. But he could already see Coach waving him over, teammates calling his name again.
“I’ll text you later?” he offered, reluctantly stepping back.
She nodded, forcing a smile. “Good game, Harry.”
He watched her walk away with a strange ache in his chest.
Something was wrong.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
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y/n sat curled into the far end of Zayn’s couch, legs folded under her, hands wrapped around a mug she hadn’t sipped from in an hour. Her eyes were on the rug, distant. It was the next day, and her radio silence with both the boys had made them curious, or rather concerned.
Zayn paced.
Harry sat in the corner armchair, elbows on knees, bouncing one leg restlessly. He’d come over as soon as she stopped responding to his texts, because something was wrong, and he couldn’t stand not knowing.
“I just don’t get it,” Zayn muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You’re not saying anything. Either of you.”
“Because we’re trying not to overwhelm her,” Harry said, a little sharper than he meant to.
y/n didn’t react.
Harry turned to her again, more gentle now. “y/n… did Darren do something to you? At the game?”
She blinked. Slowly.
Zayn looked between them, brow furrowed. “Wait, why Darren? What does he have to do with anything?”
Harry’s mouth opened, then shut. He exhaled through his nose.
Zayn stared at him. “Harry.”
“...After practice the other day,” Harry started, reluctantly. “He said something. About her. About y/n. It was disgusting. I hit him.”
Zayn stared. “You what?”
“I didn’t tell you because—” Harry glanced at Y/N. “I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. I thought I could handle it. And I thought maybe he wouldn’t try anything.”
Zayn’s jaw locked. “He talked about her how, exactly?”
Harry looked away. “You don’t want to know.”
“No, see-I do want to know,” Zayn snapped. “Because I let her go to that game, Harry. I left her there while you were taking photos and Darren was, what? Circling her like a fucking vulture?”
“Nothing happened,” Harry said quickly. “I swear.”
“But he could have! You knew he had a problem with her and you still—”
“Stop.”
Both boys froze.
Y/N’s voice wasn’t loud. But it cut straight through them like a knife.
She looked up slowly, eyes clearer now, voice shaking but steady.
“Just stop.”
Zayn swallowed, guilt pooling in his throat. “y/n-”
“You’re both talking about me like I’m not sitting right here,” she said. “Like I’m not the one who got threatened. Twice.”
Harry went quiet. So did Zayn.
She put the mug down. Stood up.
“I know he’s dangerous. I know Leah’s scared. I know none of this is easy. But I’m not made of glass, okay?”
Harry stepped toward her, careful. “We’re not trying to treat you like-”
“Then don’t,” she said. “Don’t yell at each other and keep secrets and make decisions without me. I’m tired of everyone trying to protect me by excluding me.”
They both looked gutted.
Zayn cleared his throat. “Okay. You’re right.”
Harry nodded. “You are.”
y/n’s voice was quieter now, but still firm. “What we need to do now is stop panicking and think. Because Darren isn’t going to stop. And if Leah won’t speak up… then we have to figure out what comes next.”
Harry looked at her with something close to awe.
She wasn’t shaking anymore.
She was steady.The living room had shifted.
No more pacing. No more arguing. Just three people sitting on the floor, a half-empty snack bowl between them, and tension humming like static in the air.
Zayn had a pen in hand, tapping it against his knee. Harry was cross-legged, frowning at nothing. y/n sat between them, blanket draped around her shoulders, focused in a way they hadn’t seen since before the game.
“She won’t say anything,” y/n said, breaking the silence. “Not unless she feels safe.”
Zayn nodded. “Then we make her feel safe. Pull her aside at school.”
Harry shook his head. “That won’t work. He watches her. All the time. He’s like... attached.”
“Then what?” Zayn muttered. “We can’t go to the dean with nothing but vibes and bruises we haven’t seen.”
Y/N was quiet for a second. Then: “What if we don’t ask her to come forward?”
They both looked at her.
Harry’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” she said slowly, “what if we find a way to prove it without needing her to speak first? Something he’s already done. Or is going to do.”
Zayn leaned forward. “Like… catching him in the act?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Not baiting him. That’s dangerous. But maybe… maybe we just need Leah to know she has a way out.”
There was a pause.
Then Harry’s voice came low.
“What if we talk to someone she trusts?”
“Does she even have anyone else?” Zayn asked. “She’s always with him.”
“Maybe we’ve just never seen her alone long enough to know.”
y/n looked down at the blanket around her, then back up.
“I can try,” she said. “I know how to be quiet. Invisible, even. That’s what people expect from me. But I see things. If I can find her… just her…”
Harry leaned closer. “You’d do that?”
“I have to.”
Zayn exhaled sharply. “Alright. We try to reach her. We give her a safe out.”
Harry added, “And if she still doesn’t talk, we make sure Darren doesn’t have anywhere left to hide.”
y/n looked between them.
“Then we need a plan.”
Zayn grabbed a notebook, flipping to a blank page, pen at the ready. “Okay. Let’s start with where she goes when she’s not with him—”
Harry’s phone buzzed just then. A text.
He glanced down and tilted his head in thought as he read the message.
y/n saw it immediately. “What?”
Harry didn’t answer at first. He read it again, then looked up, slowly.
“Coach,” he said. “He just texted to ask if I knew where Darren was. Said he never showed up to review.”
Zayn frowned. “Weird. Wait..Leah didn’t show up for the morning class. I heard her friend say that they hadn’t seen her after the game.”
“And you’re telling this now.”, Harry groaned.
“It was the first class Styles, I was barely awake! And I was busy thinking about what can happen to my grade if I skip my next class because you two losers called an emergency meeting-”
y/n’s fingers tightened in her sleeves.
“Both of them?” she whispered. “Gone?”
Harry nodded. “Looks like no one’s seen either of them since the game.”
The silence in the room turned cold.
y/n swallowed hard. “Then we’re already out of time.”
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Harry jogged down the front steps of the Fine Arts building, phone to his ear. “Nothing. Checked the studio wing, the greenroom, even the vending machines. No Leah. No Darren.”
Zayn’s voice crackled from the other end. “Try the back exit near the theater. I’m heading toward the library now.”
“You sure this isn’t just some Romeo and Juliet ‘run off together’ kind of thing?”
Zayn sighed. “Leah didn’t even look at Darren after the game. She looked… terrified.”
Harry muttered, “Yeah, well, if this is Romeo and Juliet, I hope we skip the dagger-to-the-heart ending.”
He hung up and turned, nearly crashing into y/n.
“Whoa,” he said, grabbing her arms, steadying himself and her. “Didn’t see you there, Cherry.”
She rolled her eyes, and Harry moved his hand to grasp hers, looking into her eyes. “Hey, I want to apologize for not telling you about the locker room incident. I just didn’t want to overwhelm you. But I shouldn’t have kept it from you, I understand it now.”
She nodded, weirdly comforted by his hand in hers. “Okay. Now search.”
Harry smiled, letting her hand go with a kiss on the back of her hand, making her blush furiously. He kept looking at her, so she said, “Not for me, Harry, for Leah.”
“Right. Sorry, Cherry, you’re distracting.”
Zayn joined them a few minutes later, slightly breathless from running. “Nothing at the library. But guess what? One of the assistants said Leah didn’t return her books this morning.”
“She always does that. Like… clockwork.”, Harry said.
“So either she’s sick,” Zayn offered, “or she’s being held hostage in Darren’s basement while he reads her feminist theory books out loud in a threatening tone.”
y/n looked at him. “You’re not helping.”
“Dark humor is a coping mechanism,” he said, hands up. “I’m fragile.”
Harry laughed softly, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Why do I feel like I’m in a true crime documentary and you’re the sidekick who gets us all killed?”
“I might die first,” Zayn agreed solemnly. “But I die hot and beloved.”
y/n looked at both of them and groaned. Why did she have friends like them?
“I don’t like this,” Harry murmured, frowning as he slowed. “Something feels… off.”
They were heading down the sloped walkway behind the old Science building, a quieter part of campus students usually avoided unless they had class or were hiding something. Cracked concrete, empty bike racks, the back door of the greenhouse padlocked shut.
Zayn glanced around. “Creepy. This is definitely where I’d lure someone if I were a serial killer.”
He crouched near the base of the wall, beside a utility shed.
“What is it?” Zayn asked, stepping closer.
Harry held up a phone.
A pink case.
Cracked screen.
y/ns heart dropped. “That’s Leah’s.”
Zayn reached for it but Harry was already staring down at the screen.
A message was still open.
One that hadn't been sent.
“Please don’t tell them. I’m fine. Just needed space. Don’t—”
Harry read it aloud, then stood slowly.
“She didn’t get to send it.”
Zayn was quiet for a beat. “This wasn’t just her skipping class.”
Harry looked around again, closer this time. His eyes caught something on the side of the shed.
A mark. Red chalk?
A crude arrow. Pointing toward the woods behind the fencing.
y/n followed his line of sight.
Her stomach twisted.
“Guys,” she whispered. “Darren wants us to follow.”
Zayn squinted. “That’s weirdly theatrical, even for him.”
“No,” Harry said, voice low. “It’s a setup.”
And just then-
A buzz.
Harry’s phone.
One message.
Unknown number.
“So predictable. Come find her.”
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Summary: Harry’s frat hosts a pool party, Harry can’t keep his eyes off you and your skimpy bikini.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: slight exhibition, frat boy Harry, smut smut smut. sorry it’s so short, i just wanted to get something out !!!
In the sweltering heat of a mid-July afternoon, the sun blazed down on the pool party Harry's frat house was hosting. The smell of chlorine hung in the air as you and the other girls mingled with each other, while the boys played pool volleyball with each other.
You had on a skimpy white triangle bikini, one that left very little to the imagination. The fabric clung to your curves as if it had been painted on. Harry was supposed to be playing, but his gaze kept drifting over to you, his eyes lingering on the way the water droplets slithered down your body every time you emerged from the pool.
"Harry! Stop staring at Y/N's ass and pay attention to the game," one of Harry's friends called out, smacking him playfully on the shoulder.
This caught your attention looking over to the group of boys who were now all laughing. Harry glanced over to you, giving you a cheeky smile before snapping himself out of his gaze. "Can you blame me?" The rest of the boys didn't reply, not wanting to get themselves in trouble.
You felt a tingle of excitement at the thought of Harry's eyes on you, and decided to give him something more to look at. As he finished his game and got out of the pool to grab a beer, you adjusted to be fully on your side while talking to you friends, flashing the rest of your ass towards him.
Harry's eyes grew dark with desire as he watched you. He was wearing a pair of black short swim trunks, which did little to hide the outline of his erection. .
"You want a beer?" Harry asked, his voice thick with lust as he held out a cold bottle. You took it and took a long sip, your eyes never leaving his. The coolness of the drink was a stark contrast to the heat rising between you.
"Thanks," you murmured, your voice low and seductive. Harry leaned in closer, his eyes on your lips. You could feel the electricity crackling in the air. "But I had something else in mind for us to do," you said, taking his hand and leading him away from the crowded pool area.
You didn't check to see if any of your friends were watching you, you had set your sights on going up to Harry's room, and no one was going to stop you.
As soon as you reached the door to Harry's room, he pulled you inside and slammed it shut behind you. Without a moment to waste, his mouth was on yours, kissing you fiercely as if he hadn't seen you in a lifetime. His hands roamed over your wet skin, gripping the strings of your bikini top. You moaned into his mouth, feeling your body respond to his touch.
"You look so fucking hot," Harry mumbled through kisses, his eyes devouring every inch of you. You felt his hands tug at the strings, the anticipation building as the fabric gave way.
"Is this what you wanted?" you whispered back, your voice breathy with excitement. He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulled the bikini top off completely. Your breasts bounced free, the cold air conditioning making your nipples peak. Harry took one in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, making you arch your back with pleasure.
Your hands found their way to the waistband of his swim trunks, and you began to tug them down. Harry's erection sprang free, and you took it in your hand, stroking it gently as he continued to kiss and nibble your neck. He stepped back to admire you, his eyes tracing the lines of your body, and his cock twitched in your hand.
"You're so fucking perfect," he said, before pushing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you. His kisses grew more urgent, his tongue delving into your mouth as his hands explored your body. You could feel him grinding against you, his hardness pressing into your stomach.
You decided you needed to take control. You pushed him forward, and climbed on the ground, resting on your knees. Harry adjusted himself to sit on the corner of the bed.
You leaned down, your breasts brushing against his chest, and took his cock in your mouth. Harry's hands flew to your head, threading through your hair. You sucked him deep, your eyes never leaving his, watching every reaction flicker across his face. His hips bucked upwards, trying to fuck your mouth, but you kept control, moving at your own pace.
His grip on your hair tightened as you took him all the way in, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. You could feel his body tensing up, and knew he was getting close. But you weren't ready to let him come yet.
You pulled back, licking your lips and smiling at him. "Good?" you teased, your voice sweet and innocent. Harry groaned, his eyes glazed over with lust.
"Fuck, yes," he breathed. "Don't stop."
You leaned back down, taking him in your mouth once again, but this time you went slower, savoring every inch of him. Your hand pumped at the base of his cock, matching the rhythm of your mouth. Harry's hips began to rock, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He felt his abs tense overtime he caught a glimpse of your breast, his breath becoming ragged when they would brush against his leg. You felt a thrill of power, knowing that you had him right where you wanted him. You kept going, taking him deep and then pulling back.
Suddenly, Harry's grip on your hair tightened, and he pulled you off his cock. "Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice gruff with desire. You obeyed, your heart racing. This was new for you, but the excitement was intoxicating.
He positioned you in front of him, your ass up in the air, and you felt his hand slap against your skin. The sting made you gasp, but it only made you wetter. He quickly slid down your bikini bottoms and threw them aside.
Then he was inside you, filling you up completely. You moaned, your body taking a moment to adjust to his size. Harry began to thrust, his movements deep and powerful. Each time he entered you, it felt like he was claiming you, like he owned every part of you.
You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your muscles tightening around him. Harry reached around, his hand finding your clit and rubbing it in circles as he fucked you from behind.
"You're so wet for me," he growled, his own pleasure evident in his voice. "You like it when I take control?"
You nodded, unable to speak, your loud moans and gasps the only response he needed. You could feel your orgasm building, like a storm.
"Is this what you want?" Harry asked, his voice dark and demanding. You nodded, unable to form words. "Everyone to know you came up here to get fucked like a whore?" You kept nodding, your views growing louder.
He leaned over you, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered, "Good girl."
Harry's strokes grew faster, his grip on your hair tightening as he drove into you. You knew he was close too, his breath coming in harsh pants.
You felt your body tighten around him, the waves of your orgasm crashing through you. "Gonna cum, H." You panted out, his cock continuously slamming into you.
"Fuck yeah, baby, scream it out. Let them know your getting fucked like a slut up here."
You screamed out, your orgasm erupting through your stomach as his cock kept thrusting inside of you. Harry groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, filling you with his hot cum. You collapsed onto the bed, your body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Harry pulled out of you, his chest heaving, and lay down beside you. You turned to look at him, your cheeks flushed and your eyes glazed with satisfaction.
Harry had a smug smile playing on his lips. "You looked beautiful in that bikini, baby." he said, his arm draped over your waist.
You turned to him, your eyes filled with mischief. "I'll keep that in mind."
summery: after an intense after party from harry winning the game, the fire alarm get set off, revealing a secret relationship
warning: allusions to sex
a/n: TESTS DONE FUCK YEAH
The after party was intense, to put lightly.
After another amazing win by Harry and his team, they organized a party at the frat. Beer, booze, and vodka was all throughout the house—sprite for the designated drivers—and cheers could be heard all along campus.
Y/n and Harry had a quite relationship, no one knew that the future hockey star and the genius future lawyer were dating. An unluckily pair that met during an Economics class, in a time where Y/n had no clue what she wanted to do in her life and Harry had little confidence in his hockey career. They happen to sit next to each other, taking subtle glances at each other. But it was when Y/n noticed Harry’s excelling scores in the math heavy portion of the lesson class that she saw her chance to strike, and start conversation.
It’s all history now. They are older, their last year in college, plans in the works for the rest of their lives; nothing was for certain, except that they would stay together. They are confident, they found their right path and are happy—they just can’t fess up to their friends that their together. They both feel guilt, but it’s their life, and they can inform people on certain aspects of it at the right time.
But at the party, they hung out, talked with friends, drunk, played games, drunk, and made subtle gestures to each other that everyone was too drunk to realize how crude they were. The party was loud, music tearing the eardrums of people as they danced, and it was packed. It was for certain that you would have someone’s sweat on you by the end of the night.
But that wasn’t the after party.
It wasn’t an official party, in fact, only Y/n and Harry were present. It was intimate and loving moment between the couple; close, passionate, and sloppy. They were drunk, so it wasn’t the most complex of sex that they’ve ever had, but it was damn good.
The aftermath of laying naked in Harry’s bed was just as great, sobering up and loving the heat radiating from each other. Harry had his face buried in Y/n’s chest, arms wrapped snuggly around the women’s torso as Y/n had her hands mixed in his hair, massaging his scalp nicely. Harry’s thumb was softly rubbing her skin, brushing away any and all insecurities she had.
Harry softly hummed when he was drifting off, a way to not let his mind wonder to worrisome thoughts and that was subtle enough to allow Y/n to rest. He liked making up melodies or replicating some song he heard at the gym.
His humming was coming to a end though—Y/n’s heart rate was softening and causing Harry’s to do the same, he was drifting off, mind mush of wacky dreams of Y/n. She had fallen asleep around five minutes into his humming, passing out after the exhausting party and the even more tiring sex, but made sure her love for Harry was known to settle any worrying midnight doubts.
A loud blaring alarm ruined their night though. Harry had fully awoken first since not being in REM in the first place. He turning over and noticed the sound coming from the fire alarm. His eyes went wide as he used his arms that were around Y/n and gripped her hard, pulling her up with him and waking her in the process.
“Wha’s that noise.” She mumbled, eyes not even fully open.
“Fire alarm. We need to get out.” Harry had put a sweatshirt of his on Y/n guiding it through her head and then put boxers on straight after.
He grabbed a pair of boxers for himself, turning around to see Y/n a little more awake as she put her arms in the sleeves and stood up. Harry was panicking, so he did the sane thing and lifted her up and took her through the house to the closest exit.
Him and Y/n were met with the cold wind of three in the morning. Other members of the team were outside the house, all equally shivering and trying to warm themselves up in their boxers and shirts. A few were straggling behind the couple, but no one until Louis noticed there was one more person accounted here then what should be.
“Alright, who’s extra is here!” Louis shouted over the alarms. “I’m gonna need to know for the report!”
The guys murmured, snickering about one of their friends getting cocked block by a fire; until the eyes fell on the only guy in plane boxers, hugging someone to his chest, Harry.
“Damn, Harry?”
Laughs roared out as the boys nudged one another. Louis smiled and walked over to his best friend.
“Alright!” He called out the group of boys, getting them back into their own business. Louis looked over the couple, curious as to who the girl it. But when he heard the voice, he was shook.
“Hey Louis.” Y/n mumbled, still a little out of it.
“Y/n?” His mouth is open, head looking up at Harry and then back at the girl; his frat brothers watch the interaction too, all tsking and others smiling, mumbling about getting some cash and pizzas. “No fucking way—are you two just hooking up or..?”
“Together.” Harry asserts, arms tensing more around his girlfriend. “Don’t get any ideas, dick.”
Louis put his hands up, stepping back. “Hey. I wouldn’t, just glad everyone’s out here and safe.”
Louis went over to the fire chief, probably telling them what he knows. Harry hugs Y/n though, looking for a bit of comfort with his friends peering eyes. One of the reasons Harry was unwilling to tell the boys about his relationship is just how much they liked Y/n; he knew damn well she was hot and sexy, so did the other boys, and if they knew she’d be around a lot—no way they wouldn’t make their lives a living hell.
“You good, H?” She whispered softly, thumb stroking Harry’s arm.
“Cold.” Is all he spoke, but Y/n wasn’t buying it.
“Embarrassed?” Y/n offered.
Harry shook his head and kissed his girlfriends shoulder. “Never embarrassed of you, love.” Harry hesitated before continuing. “Just don’t like the idea of the boys knowing we sleep together—I’m terrified for the pranks their going to pull to try and get you to go out with them now.”
Y/n smiled kindly at the dumb boy, he was lovable, but he could be a little stupid sometimes. “No prank or shirtless boy could take me away from you.” She chided.
She squeezed Harry’s Harry’s hand three times, then another three times after. I love you.
After a minute of Louis using wild hand and arm gestures to the fire captain, he finally rallied the boys and Y/n back and gave told them the cost was clear. “And Niall?”
“Yeah mate?”
“Never put another pop tart in the toaster ever again.” Every had an annoyed groan and people started to, playfully, shove the man for interrupting their sleep while simultaneously laughing that he cocked blocked Harry.
“We were sleeping!” Harry would shout back at any man that made that same joke which only made them burst out with laughter even more.
Eventually, since the damages were only a ruined toaster, everyone went back inside and Y/n and Harry snuggled under the covers. Although Harry would never admit it, he loved being the little spoon but facing inwards so his face would rest on Y/n’s boobs, and that’s exactly their current position now.
“Think maybe we should spend tomorrow night at mine?” Y/n offered. “Think Lila is there though.”
Harry snuggled even closer to his girl, drifting off slowly. “Maybe we should just move in together.”
Y/n giggled softly. “As much as I’d love that we are broke uni students. Wait till your off playing Hockey professionally and I have my job; then we’ll talk.”
“Hmmk.” Harry hummed. “Can’t wait until we don’t have to be quite anymore when we have sex.”
“I think you mean you don’t have to be quite anymore.” Y/n sighed softly.
“‘scuse me for telling ya how good ya feel.” Harry words were slowly slurring together, but also talking about sex slowly got him riled up.
“Let go to sleep before you get hard.” Y/n sighed. “Too early for morning wood.”
“Never to early to be horny for you babe.” Harry shifted his body and slightly rolled the couple over so Harry was completely on top of Y/n. “Could fuck you right now.”
“Sure you can.” Y/n said, eyes closed but knowing Harry’s are nearly there too. “Tomorrow we can wake your mates up so let’s save it for then.”
“Alright.” Harry kissed his loves nose. “Love you.”
--genre + trope: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight nsfw, 18+ ONLY MDNI
--pairing: frat!peter parker x f!reader
--word count: 1.7k
--summary: while attending peter's frat party, he realizes he wants to be more than friends with benefits with you after seeing his frat brother harry osborn flirt with you. this leads to an emotional conversation about the future with peter.
--warnings: drinking, mentions of alcohol/alcoholic games, suggestive nsfw, kinda forced drinking, protective!peter, drunk!reader, confession, peter takes care of reader while she's drunk, peter's down bad.
--gif credits: @talkaboutyourday
You can hear the bass bumping through the walls of the fraternity as you make your way up the steps of the porch. The first Delta Chi party of the school year brought in a lot of people this time. You hesitate before opening the door. Why you’re so nervous puzzles you, yet those thoughts are quickly interrupted by the smell of cheap beer and smoke flooding your senses. You look around trying to find any familiar faces.
“(L/N)!” Harry’s voice recognizable over the loud music echoing through the familiar frat. You turn around to find the familiar brunet with a red solo cup in his hand.
“Harry Osborn,” You taunt back, “Where’s Parker?”
“I don’t keep tabs on Parker? Who do you think I am, his best friend?” He waves his hand around in the air in a dramatic way.
“Actually yeah,” You laugh, reaching out for his cup to take a sip, “What’s this?” You take a sip before he can answer you. The familiar burn of the vodka runs down your throat. “Jesus,” You mutter to yourself.
“Let’s get you an actual drink, then we’ll go find your little boyfriend, Parker,” Harry throws an arm loosely around your shoulder leading you through the house.
“Since when was he my boyfriend?” You ask, looking up at Harry. He looks down at you with his typical shit-eating smirk and a quirk to his brow.
“My mistake then, just thought after you guys fucked the last few times he would’ve made it official or something,” he joked.
“Well-” You laughed, “We’re just fucking.”
You don’t remember getting to this point of being trashed, but you’re definitely there. One shot turned into two, then Harry offered to take another with you, and another. None of it matters as you finally see Peter grabbing a beer from the fridge. It takes a few ‘Excuse Me's' to eventually reach him, plotting a funny way to sneak up on him in the process, before you poke him on the side of his waist.
“Jesus fuck,” He turns quickly to look at the culprit, you. You honestly wonder how he didn’t get whiplash from turning that fast, “Are you serious?”
“Yes, are you serious?” You ask with a laugh. Your cheeks are warm, as you grin up at him. You think you’re the funniest person in the world right now, and Peter is looking at you with confusion, and a bit of amusement written across his face. He’s speechless at your state right now.
You feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, “Looks like you found him,” Harry teased.
“Yeah, you sure were a lot of help Osborn.”
Peter’s eyes dance between you and his best friend's arm that’s thrown casually across your shoulder. He doesn’t know what’s going on between you two, but he has a weird feeling in his stomach about it. It’s teetering on the line between anger and jealousy, but he doesn’t know why.
Harry sticks his tongue out playfully at you, all you can do is roll your eyes in response. Even though you knew you were pretty plastered right now, you also knew that Harry was not the one you wanted attention from. Being around Peter was easy, and most importantly, simple. What you have with him is strictly a situationship, friends with benefits, maybe. You’re still open to do as you please just as much as he is.
“How many drinks have you guys had,” Peter asks bluntly.
“A few,” The brunet answers for you both. You crane your neck up with a puzzled look, he meets your gaze, “What?”
“A few drinks? Harry, how many shots in are we,” You start counting with your fingers jokingly, you hold up at least 6 fingers, “This is just a few?”
This makes Peter look between the two of you again, “Hey, maybe we should go get water (Y/N)?” Still looking at Harry’s arm slinged around your frame.
“Nah, she’s fine,” Harry once again said for you, “Right, (Y/N)?”
You respond with a firm, yet dizzy nod, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Harry guides you away from Peter, the beer now warm in his hand as he’s been clenching it in his fist the entire time Harry interrupted your brief conversation. He watches as his frat brother leads you to a beer pong table, asking around if anyone wants to play with the two of you. As the game starts, Peter’s already in the background of the crowd watching how you sway as you aim for a cup. As the game goes on, you and Harry gain a lead and ultimately win the game, leaving you to play another round with two new people. Peter has gotten closer to you as viewers disperse to find another form of entertainment.
The second round started, and Peter can tell that you’re not doing well. There’s a more prominent bend in your knees, almost like you’re about to fold at any minute if you’re not too careful. The other team’s ball flew into a cup right in front of you, Harry insisting on you taking one for the team and chugging it. Maybe it’s because Peter has been watching you all night, but he notices a slight gag as you’re about half way through the drink.
This is what sets Peter off to approach you, “Maybe it’s time for you to actually get some water, yeah?” Reaching for your elbow to guide you away from the crowd, dragging you into the less populated kitchen.
“Parker, how many times…how many times do I have to tell you that I am fine,” you sluggishly reply, trying to pull away but ultimately failing.
“Peter, at this point you’re just killing the vibe,” Harry’s voice chimes in as he makes his way into the room, “Just go find someone else to bother, you’re interrupting us.” A smirk is on his face at that last bit, knowing he’s struck a nerve in Peter.
“Honestly Osborn, shut the fuck up,” Peter snaps. This pulls you out of your drunken haze, your eyes now locking onto the guys in front of you.
Harry just laughs, “Whoa, calm down Pete,” he raises his hands in defense.
“No Harry seriously, just get the fuck out of here,” Peter turns his back to his best friend and grabs your wrist, “Let’s go.”
“You’re not my boyfriend Parker,” You snap, ripping your arm from his grasp.
“Well you’re not letting me be your fucking boyfriend,” He quips.
“We’re just fucking, you made that clear since the beginning.”
Peter runs a hand through his hair, “I made that clear? You’re the one that-fuck,” He rubs a hand across his jaw in frustration, “Let’s go.” He grabs your wrist once again dragging you from the kitchen, he doesn’t falter when his shoulder rams into Harrys. He pulls you across the house and up the stairs to his room, despite your complaints.
“What the fuck-”
“I’m the one that made it clear?” He questions, now clearly frustrated, “You’re the one eye-fucking every guy in the room, (L/N).”
“Because I fucking can, like I said you’re not my fucking boyfriend! You don’t have that jurisdiction Peter!” You raise your voice.
“Because you won’t let me,” He spits out calmly. The tension in the room doubles, his new tone making the room feel small.
“Because I don’t fucking know how!” Your chest heaving with rage. Your eyes melting into his hazel set, “I don’t know how,” you repeat quieter. At this point your drunken haze has completely left you with a sick hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach. Peter just stares at you, unable to form words. The seconds tick by painfully slow, you become nervous as they pass. “Can you just say something Parker-actually fuck this,” you cut yourself off, turning to grab the door handel.
“I-I’m sorry,” He stutters, “I just don’t know what to say.”
“Figures,” You laugh sarcastically.
“Look (Y/N), we could make this work if you just let me in,” Peter says.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m scared, Pete,” You glance at the floor with a sigh “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it.”
You laugh,“I just can’t.”
He walks over to you, “Please,” he whispers, “I want to be with you.”
You turn to finally look at him, tears clinging to your lashes, you give him a sad smile as your eyes melt into his.
“Please,” He asks again, “Just let me try, just give us a try.”
“I don’t want to hurt you Pete, I can’t do that to you.”
“It’s fine,” A grin etching its way onto his face, “I’ll wait as long as you need me to.” He brings his hand up, cradling your cheek in his palm, wiping away the stray tear, “Just let me be there, let me be yours.”
You bring your hand to lay on top of his to keep the contact for just a bit longer, “Yeah,” you sniffle before you nod with a grin, “Fine, but if it becomes too much, you have to let it go.”
“You’ll never be too much for me.”
“Should we head downstairs?” You suggest, wiping the rest of ur tears.
Peter opens the door letting you walk out first, “Yeah, I think I need to talk to Harry real quick before I walk you home.”
As if right on cue Harry appears at the bottom of the stairs, “Yo, Parker! What I did was out of line, my bad dude. It won’t happen again.”
“Nah, it’s alright,” He says out loud before pulling him in for a quick side hug, “Don’t mess with her again like that, alright? Everyone else is fair game, not her though.”
A quick nod is shared between the brothers before you head out, walking back to your apartment, since it’s only a few minutes away. You and Peter aren’t simple, and you aren’t a situationship. You are navigating your way through each other’s lives, together.
--author's note: HEY!!! you guys love peter so much, and i love him so much that i had to go write about him again. really in my frat!peter era, so here's my take on this beautiful AU. shoutout to @webslingingslasher for being an absolute god in all things frat!peter, im obsessed. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support your writers!! ok ily, bye<3.
tw: none, fluff and a little bit of blood mentioned
The door creaked as it slowly opened, moonlight spilling into the room before it was carefully shut with practiced quiet. Harry stood there for a moment, hand still on the knob, his eyes settling on the sleeping girl curled up on the couch. A small smile tugged at his lips as he rolled his eyes—he had told you not to wait up, had warned you he’d be late. But of course, you were stubborn, determined to be there for him after his long day at work.
Running a hand through his hair—once slicked back but now a tousled mess of curls—he stepped inside. He knew you liked it better this way anyway.
Harry walked to the couch quietly, careful not to wake you. He looked down at you, and his heart softened. His girl. Always waiting, always loving. He couldn’t help himself—he gently brushed his thumb along your cheek, then leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, soft and slow, the kind of kiss reserved only for you.
After a long moment, he scooped you up into his arms, cradling you bridal style. You stirred slightly as he carried you toward the bedroom. When he laid you down gently on the bed, your lashes fluttered and you blinked sleepily up at him.
“Harry? You’re home?” you murmured, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
He smiled down at you. “Yeah, baby. Don’t worry—go back to sleep, okay, sweetheart?”
But your brows knit together almost immediately. “What? No—lay down with me, huh? Harry, what’s that stain on your shirt? It’s... red.”
In an instant, the warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by something colder—something calculated. The expression you’d only ever seen when he dealt with others.
“Don’t worry about that, sweetness. Let’s just sleep, okay?”
You were too tired to push him further. Your eyes were already closing again as you mumbled, “Okay, Harry. Goodnight. I love you.”
He sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face as you drifted back to sleep.
This is short, and kinda bad. But I've finished a fic I began writing for the first time in the whole month of March (we're lowkey in April now sooo) so I hope that you don't mind this shit-cliche too much <3
Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n
Word Count - 1.2k
Warnings - Cuss words, a slur, one little hit to the jaw (literally the whole fic in three little warnings helpp-)
Harry and Y/n are at a party and everyone's enjoying their time until comes in a dude who can neither take no for an answer, nor register the fact that he's just been warned.
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Everyone had somehow fit on the three sofas in the living room of some dude's, whom Y/n didn't know, party. She'd come here with Harry, just to get away from all of her projects and assignments, and loosen up a bit -- spend some time with Harry and play some games.
Though she wasn’t actually playing any games, she was still enjoying. Cheering with everyone each time Harry scored. She didn't exactly plan on drinking alcohol, considering she had classes early in the morning the next day and had to give a presentation. And still, she stole a couple sips from Harry's red plastic cup every time he handed it to her to play his turn.
A blue drink sloshed around in her cup as everyone roared loudly when Harry scored another point in the ping-pong. She had taken one sip of it, and she just knew that it was close to going stale, somehow. With a big smile on her mouth, she leaned into Harry's side to press a kiss to his cheek, which landed on his ear lobe instead, making the two of them laugh.
When someone bumped into her and apologised right after, her eyes strayed from Harry for a second. She passed the chick a smile and let her go on. And then her eyes landed on a guy standing in the crowd, looking at her with a look she couldn't quite read.
Feeling like she knew him somehow, she settled her gaze back on the game that was still in Harry's favour. She was still a little tense when the realisation sunk in her -- it was Izac. The guy she'd turned down when he'd drunkenly asked her out for sex. He seemed to have taken the rejection well enough and Y/n had moved back to her friend group.
But right now, as he looked at her intently, Y/n had a feeling that maybe he had something to say. Her eyes wandered over to him for the second time and they came in contact with him again, this time his smile making them shrink a little.
Just out of politeness, Y/n smiled back and before she could turn away, he began moving towards her.
Dread settled in her because she didn't have the desire to talk to anyone right now. She just wanted to keep it shut and peacefully watch the game as jazzy blues played in the background. Still, she put on a welcoming face.
"Hi," he greeted and cheered his cup with both of the cups in her hands, causing her to crack an embarrassed smile.
"It's Harry's," she explained shortly, almost fully turned towards Izac now, and by some miracle, Harry turned to see why she'd mentioned his name, almost knocking down his drink in her hand when his arm bumped with the back of her elbow.
"Why don't we go somewhere quieter? It's a little too crowded here," Izac suggested, pulling her attention back onto him.
"Ah, I think it's good enough." She disagreed and before he could persist, she continued. "How's Leah?" She dared to ask about his girlfriend that Y/n solely knew the name of.
"She's good, yeah," he shrugged a little tensely, almost as if he hadn't expected Y/n to have known about her. Maybe she was just reading into it a little too much.
"I came here to apologise actually, about the last time we met," he said while actively pretending to get a little awkward, clearly lying about his purpose behind approaching her.
"Oh no, that's fine -- I'd mostly forgotten about it," she laughed lightly, faking it still.
"I should've asked you properly, y' know? Sober and all," he quickly uttered out, catching Y/n off guard.
What? She looked at him to see if she'd said that outloud and it seemed like she hadn't. "Oh," was all she said, as she took a sip out of her cup and flinched in distaste. She’d drunk from her own cup.
"I -- yeah. I genuinely think we'd be extremely compatible in bed," he smirked, rubbing the back of his neck on seeing the blank look on Y/n's face.
She swallowed dryly, still quite in shock. "You don't even know me," she mentioned flatly, having quit the politeness because he clearly wasn't reciprocating it. "Plus, you're in a relationship -- not that I would've agreed to this even if you weren't."
"She doesn't have to know about this, you know, Leah," he tried again. "It'll just be for a night. Like, give it a shot, c'mon," he urged her, moving a step closer.
"Izac, back off,” She said firmly. “And no, I won't have sex with you," taking a step back, she added. And now, she could feel Harry's arm against her back.
She felt his breath nearing the back of her neck just in time for Izac to let out a hollow chuckle and begin walking away.
"Fuckin’ slut," he called her, and Y/n was about to snap when she felt Harry's arm snake around her waist.
"Watch your mouth," she heard him spit behind her, now moving to stand beside her.
Izac turned around, a lazy smile on his face, like he was a friend. "Don't bother man. Sluts like her --"
Harry's fist collided with his jaw, cutting him off. He inhaled sharply as Izac groaned in pain, holding his jaw while crouching – he might have broken it.
"Dare you call any girl, let alone her,” he pointed his thumb towards Y/n, “that thing again and I won't mind breaking a couple other bones," he warned, his voice having gone so low throughout the scene that probably only the five people standing closest to him heard him clearly.
And as Izac was ushered off to a bathroom, Y/n intertwined her hand through Harry's and took them outside. She could feel something wet and sticky on his knuckles as she grazed her thumb over it, his arm a little stiff. It surely hurt.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she began. “I was going to bite right back.”
Harry sighed beside her, knowing that she was right, he didn’t have to do it. “But I wanted to,” he confessed.
“I just couldn’t believe that that dog said it again after being fucking warned. Like the fact that he said it even once had made my anger boiling,” he said with an angry frown in between his eyebrows, getting agitated again.
Looking up from the concrete road, Y/n turned to look him in the eyes, waiting for him to do the same. “It’s okay. And, thank you,” she smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek that had dug out its dimples again.
“Of course,” he murmured, pressing his mouth somewhere near her hairline and hissed in pain when she accidentally squeezed his bruising hand.
“What?” Coming to a halt with his hand still in hers, Y/n briskly squeezed it again as she continued – “Is this knight in shining armour’s hand beginning to hurt?” She mocked him, cackling when he shrieked again and holding onto his torso for support as her body went limp because of laughing so hardly.
Shaking his hand out of her grip, Harry pushed his hair away from his forehead. “I’m done being your boyfriend,” he mumbled, a laugh escaping his lips when his girlfriend only threw her head back to laugh harder.
