Can the entirety of BTS, Harry Styles , Keanu Reeves, Chris Hemsworth, Avan Jogia, Ranveer Singh and Ali Fazal please be the sign that Men look good in long hair.
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
(All I have to say is, please don’t be mad at me.)
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen
Masterpost
Sunday night you realized why you were so tired, you had caught a nasty cold somehow. You shewed Harry away in fear of getting him sick. With your day off Monday, you made a big pot of vegetable soup that would help you through the week. On top of that Monday night you got your period. You wondered why you didn’t just go on the type of birth control that made it so you didn’t get it at all. Being on the pill, it wasn’t even a real period. You insisted to Harry that you didn’t need him to take care of you while you were sick, as sweet as you thought it was.
Tuesday morning you contemplated calling out of work, but you somehow managed to make it in. You wanted to gossip with Niall about the weekend you had. You decided to wear your loosest pair of slacks with a blouse and a blazer to dress it up. You both had busy mornings crammed with meetings. At lunch you both decided to get out for a walk and fresh air.
“So, tell me all about New Hampshire.”
“It was perfect.” You sniffle. He hands you a tissue. “Thanks.”
“Other than catching a cold.” He chuckles.
“Yeah, other than that. The drive up was gorgeous, the foliage was incredible. We had a lazy night the first night. The next morning we got up and explored the property. There were a ton of walking trails.”
“Your pictures looked great. I especially liked the one of the two of you.” He nudged you with his elbow. “Can’t believe you got him to do that.”
“I know, he was a great sport. Then we had the most relaxing massages, followed by a mani/pedi.” Niall starts laughing. “What?”
“Nothing, it’s like he’s your girlfriend.”
“I think it’s incredibly sexy and manly that he takes care of his nails the way he does.”
“Sexy, huh?”
“Oh stop.” You nudge him. “Then we had dinner at the restaurant attached to the inn, it was so fancy. Oh! And our room had this giant tub Jacuzzi, it was amazing.”
“What did you guys do after dinner?” Niall is grinning at you.
“What did you hear?”
“Nothin’, believe it or not I haven’t had time to speak with him about your little weekend. Sarah and I took advantage of the long weekend ourselves.” He winks at you and you roll your eyes. “I’m seein’ him tonight actually.”
“Oh good!” You were happy they were still making time for each other.
“Give me the tea, let’s go.”
“Okay, okay. Well, I bought this like sexy nightgown to surprise him with.” He gasps sarcastically, making you giggle. “Then, um, well…” You blush.
“Oh just tell me, would you?”
“We did what we usually do, you know, he, um, used his mouth.”
“Mhm.”
“I told him I was ready to do a little more.”
“You let him.” Niall makes a hand gesture with his fingers.
“Jesus, Niall.” You look around to make sure no one on the street saw him. “Yes, but not like full on.”
“What do you mean?”
“I only let him use one finger. Well, even if I wanted him to use more, he wouldn’t have been able to it was so embarrassing.” Your face is beat red. “But, just him doing that on top of everything else, it was incredible, he made me feel so good.”
“That’s great, so you didn’t like feel scared or anything?”
“I was a nervous wreck, but he managed to relax me enough so I could enjoy it. And then I, um, returned the favor. For the first time, in a long time, I felt like my old self.” Niall nods along as you talk. “It’s still going to take me some time before I’m ready for more of him, but I think this was a really good step for me, for us.”
“When do you see Dr. Mara next?”
“Um, tonight actually. Is it weird that I’m excited to tell her what happened?”
“Not at all. You should be proud of the progress you’re making. You seem like yourself again, which I’m happy to see. Is Harry goin’ home with you next week?”
“Yup, just doing a day trip, but I’m glad he’s coming with.”
“Me too, I know how anxious you get.”
“I’m worried my dad is going to grill him.”
“He’ll be able to handle it, he’s great with parents.”
“You know how my dad is though.”
“True…it’ll be an interesting day for sure.”
//
Harry brings a case of beer over to Niall’s for their little guy’s night. Niall ordered Thai food for the two of them, and handed him a video game controller. It had been a while since they played FIFA.
“So, (y/n) said you two had a nice weekend.” Niall says giving the game a pause an hour after playing.
“Yeah, it was amazing.” Harry cracks open another beer. “She let me finger her.” He said bluntly, maybe a little buzzed from his third beer.
“You don’t say?” Niall was trying to be coy.
“Mhm, well, only with one finger, but she seemed to enjoy it. And then she gave me the best head I think I’ve ever had.” Niall nearly chokes on his beer. Harry starts laughing. “Sorry mate.”
“It’s fine, what did she do?”
“I don’t know, it was like, okay I was expecting her to basically curl up and be shy right after I did it to her, but it was like, I can’t even describe it. She became this really confident person and took complete control.”
“Sounds about right.”
“How would you know?”
“I’m dating her best friend, I’ve heard a thing or two. Please, continue.”
“She just took it, better than any other time, and when I came, she kept suckin’ on me.”
“Oh, I love when they do that.”
“Right? She had told me she was gonna do it too, she was like I’m gonna suck ya dry, and she fuckin’ did. I couldn’t believe it.”
“She said that to you!? Jesus, Sarah like refuses to talk dirty.”
“I’m surprised by that.”
“She’s great in bed, believe me, but she just won’t do it. I’ve tried to get her to, but I think it makes her nervous or something.”
“What does she like?”
“Well, she certainly likes when I talk to her, that’s for sure.” Niall laughs. “She likes that I take good care of her.” He clinks his bottle with Harry’s. “Thank god for watermelon.”
“Thank god for watermelon.” He takes a swig of his beer. “What can I expect from her family?”
“Her dad’s a bit rough around the edges, and her siblings can be a bit judgy, but once they warm up to ya it’s fine.”
“What do you mean judgy?”
“They like to ask a lot of questions. She’s the youngest by a lot. Her siblings are like a good age difference older than her, so she’s not just their little sister, she’s their baby.”
“But, she’s also my baby.” Niall smiles funny at Harry, and puts his hand on his shoulder.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you speak so fondly of someone before.”
“I think, I think I’m in love with her.”
“What?!”
“Yeah.”
“When did you come to this realization?”
“Over the weekend, when I took this picture of her.” Harry shows Niall his phone’s wall paper.
“Aw, Harry.” He ruffles his hair, and Harry swats his friend’s hand away. “I don’t think you’ve ever said you’re in love before.”
“That’s because I don’t think I’ve ever been in love before.”
“When are you gonna tell her?”
“I have no idea. She just let me do this really big, intense thing with her. I don’t want to make it more intense. Plus, what if she’s not there with me yet?”
“You won’t know unless you talk to her.”
“I think I’ll just love her from afar for now. You know, she caught a cold and wouldn’t even let me take care of her?”
“The nerve.” Niall says sarcastically. “She probably just didn’t want to get ya sick, mate.”
“Enough about me, you’re going to meet Sarah’s family soon?”
“Yup, and I’m staying the whole weekend too. Her family is like three hours from here.”
“Good luck with that. Gonna sleep in her old room?”
“I think we’re getting’ a hotel actually. Thank god, I am too old to be sleepin’ in a little twin bed.”
“At least your feet don’t hang over the edge when you do sleep in one.”
“I’m not that short! You’re just freakishly tall so I look short compared to ya.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Well, we can both agree that we’re not as tiny as Lou.”
“Yeah, he’s a pipsqueak.”
//
You felt great after therapy. Dr. Mara thought you were making excellent progress with yourself. You had a big bowl of soup for dinner, and took some Nyquil to help yourself sleep through the night. You did that pretty much every night that week. Luckily, by Friday you were feeling much better, and your period had ended. Things were looking up.
Niall texted in a group chat to see if you wanted to go bowling that night. Both you and Harry agreed it would be fun. Rachel and the girl she had been seeing were invited as well. You couldn’t wait to see Harry since you hadn’t seen him all week. You decided to leave your hair down in waves. You wore a black pair of skinny jeans, and a light pink crop top. You wore a cardigan over it so you weren’t totally exposed. Sarah and Rachel came over to have a drink with you before heading to the bowling alley to meet your respective dates.
The boys and Rachel’s date (Lora) were waiting by the two lanes they had reserved. Harry looked good enough to eat. He was wearing his dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and his beanie. You practically ran into his arms, suddenly realizing just how excited you were to see him. You gave him a deep kiss, deeper than what he was expecting, leaving the others to be surprised at your PDA. You clear your throat when you see everyone staring. You and the girls go up to the counter to get your shoes.
“How should we make teams?” Niall asks.
“Let’s do girls versus…I mean, um, Lora would you pair up with the boys, and the three of us could be a team?” Sarah asks.
“Works for me.” Lora shrugs.
You and your friends were good bowlers. You often went bowling on Thursday nights in school.
“Let’s order some food and drinks before we get started.” You suggest. “Harry, wanna help me?”
“You got it.” You both walk up to the snack bar. He leans down to whisper into your ear. “You look so fucking hot tonight, feeling better?” It sends a shiver up your spine.
“Much.” You order a couple pitchers of beer and some pizza. He gives your bum a quick pinch as you walk back over. “Hey.” You give him a fake annoyed look.
“Sorry, but those jeans really suit you.”
You get into your teams, and start bowling. You, Sarah, and Rachel all get strikes off the bat, leaving the boys and Lora speechless. The bowling had strobe lights come on after a certain hour and started playing club hits. You and your friends dance while you wait your turns. The beer definitely hits your head quickly. Your pizza is brought over, so the six of you take a break. Rachel puts an arm around Lora, and you smile at them.
“So, Lora, what do you do for work?” You ask, taking a big bite of pizza.
“Right now I’m in grad school, I’m a GA. I’m trying to become a Biology teacher.”
“Wow! That’s so cool.”
“Thanks.” She smiles at you. You wanted to be as welcome as possible. She seemed to already know Sarah pretty decently.
After a while, you and your friends were more interested in dancing than bowling. You were at Pinz, so it’s not like you had to drive anywhere to go dancing.
“So, we think we’re gonna over to the dance floor is that’s cool with you guys.” Sarah says to the boys.
“Sure thing, I think we’re gonna bowl a bit more and then we’ll meet ya.” Niall kisses her on the cheek.
Rachel grabs Lora, and the four of you head over to the dance floor on the other side of the building.
“I really don’t want to dance.” Harry says, sucking his teeth.
“You danced with her fine at Halloween.” He throws the ball, knocking six pins down.
“I was hammered that night, big difference.” Harry throws his, knocking eight pins down. “We’re really not very good at this, are we?” He laughs.
“Look, girls like it when you dance up on them. So, we’re gonna put our shoes on, and go dance with our girlfriends, and you’re gonna like it.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep.”
Harry and Niall put their shoes back on, and make their way to the dance floor. The DJ had just put on The Hills by the Weeknd. Harry knew you’d be freaking out, you loved The Weeknd. They spotted your group, Harry stopped to just watch you dance for minute. You had this specific way you liked to move your hips to the beat. He noticed the way you’d flip your hair around and close your eyes while you sang along.
You were starting to sweat, so you took your cardigan off, and tied it around your waist, revealing your full crop top. Harry wasn’t thrilled that just anyone could see your stomach, but he could either stand there and pout, or go over, dance with you, and show anyone around you that you were his. He sighed and walked over to you while Niall was just wrapping his arms around Sarah. Rachel and Lora were lost in each other, not paying attention to anyone else. Harry grips your hips from behind and pulls your butt to his pelvis, you squeak out a giggle.
“Hey baby.” You lean back into him as you move together.
“This would be easier if this wasn’t in the way.” He says into your ear, referring to your cardigan. You turn around to grind against him front to front.
“How’s this?” Before he can even answer your mouth is on his. He pulls you closer to him so your breasts are pressed against him. You swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, and he opens up for you. You mold your tongue to his, sucking on him slightly. You feel the strain in his pants become more evident against your leg. You moan into his mouth, and that was enough for him.
“Okay, we’re leaving, yeah?” He says to you. Your cheeks were rosy, and your eyes hazy.
“Your place.” Is all you say. He looks over at Niall and nods towards you. You wave goodbye to your friends, and walk out holding hands with him.
Luckily he drove, and was sober enough to drive. He didn’t drink that much while you were bowling, and you had drank way more than you thought. You kept a hand on his thigh the entire drive. You really were acting like your old self, and it felt great.
Harry keyed into his place, and you slipped your tennis shoes off. He looked at you and untied the cardigan around your waist, letting it drop to the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he picks you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he walked you over to the bed. He sits down, letting you straddle him. Your lips go right for his neck while your hips roll down on him. His hands slip inside the back of your jeans to squeeze your ass.
“I missed you this week.” He says into your ear. You bite down just under his earlobe, causing a groan to leave his mouth. “Don’t make me wait an entire week to see you again.” You suck harder on him. “Please.” You lift your head to look at him, your lips now swollen.
“Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Show me how much you missed me, Harry.” Your eyes were hooded, pupils fully blown. You wanted him, bad. A devious smile grows on his face.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
He lifts you up, and sits you near the headboard. He moves to hover over you, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip.
“I missed these lips, pressed against me.” He says taking your bottom lip between his teeth. A hand slides down to cup your breast. “I missed these pressed against me with the way the cool from your piercings sends a shiver up my spine.” He says into your ear. You can’t help but let out a moan at the way he’s teasing you. His hand moved down to your crotch, pressing his palm against your center. “And I especially missed this, the way you’re always so wet for me.” He nips at your earlobe.
“Harry, please.” You say with a heavy breath.
He moves between your legs and undoes your button and zipper, pulling your pants down. You lift your hips to assist him. He tosses them to the other side of the bed. You’re wearing a cute pair of red lace panties. You sit up and tug at the hem of his shirt. He lifts his arms so you can take it off of him. You run your hands up and down his torso. You take his beanie off and run your hands through his soft curls. He tugs at your crop top. When it comes off his jaw drops.
“You weren’t wearing a bra this whole time?”
“No, why would I wear a bra with that shirt? It’s practically already a bra.”
His face goes right for your chest as he wraps his arms around your back. He pulls you to sit on his lap. He kisses between each breast, your head rolling back at the way he takes the time to suck on each nipple equally. You don’t know what is it is tonight, but you feel really sexy. However, your eyes start to feel droopy.
“Harry, I think, um…” You try to open your eyes back up. “I think I feel sleepy.” You say, passing out
“Oh, shit.” Harry sighs, and lays you down. He grabs a glass of water and puts it on the night stand for you. He rolls you onto your stomach, and sticks a small trash can on the floor, just in case you throw up. He didn’t realize just how much you had drank. The combination of beer, and drinking a lot of tequila at the bar with your friends must have did you in. He takes his pants off, and climbs in next to you.
//
You wake up the next morning with your hair a mess, and your face smooshed into the pillow. Your head is killing you and it hurts to look into the light creeping through the blinds. You turn over to reach for Harry, but he wasn’t in the bed. You don’t remember much from last night. You remember him picking you up and bringing you to the bed, then nothing. You still had your underwear on, but your other clothes were missing. You sit up slowly, wondering where he could be. You hear a flush from down the hall, and sigh. He was just in the bathroom. He smirks when he sees you sitting up, covering yourself with the blanket.
“Hey you.” He says, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, only in his boxers. “Feelin’ alright?”
“My head hurts.”
“Here.” He has two Tylenol in his hand and drops them into yours. You take the glass of water on the table, and pop the pills into your mouth. “You, uh, scared me last night.”
“Hm? Why, what happened?”
“Well, we were making out and you just sort of passed out. How much did you drink?”
“God, I don’t know. We had tequila at the bar, so between that and the amount of beer I had while bowling.” You nearly gag. “Not a great combo. I’m so sorry if I ruined our evening.”
“You didn’t, it was still a really fun night. Maybe, just, if we go out like that again…not drink so much? You’re not in college anymore, (y/n).”
“What is that supposed to mean?” You say, a little annoyed with his tone.
“Nothing, just you don’t need drink to excess every time you go out with your friends. You don’t see me doing that.”
“Only when Louis is around.”
“One time you saw me like that, and if you noticed, I didn’t pass out. You’re lucky you didn’t have your head in the toilet all night.”
“I don’t appreciate you lecturing me.”
“M’not.”
“Yeah, you are. I don’t see them that much, nor do I get to go out dancing and drinking that much anymore. So if I want to party, I’m going to, Harry.” You see your crop top on the floor. You get up, covering your chest, and put it on. He squints at you, unsure of what to say. “And now you’re all quiet is that it? Is daddy done giving me a stern talking to?” You roll your eyes and walk towards the bathroom. You hear him get up and follow you, he stops you from closing the door. “I have to pee, do you mind?”
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“I said, I have to pee.”
“No, before that.”
“You heard what I said, I’m not repeating it. I don’t need you treating me like a baby!”
“That’s not what I was doing! Am I not allowed to be concerned? You literally passed out in my arms. You scared the shit out of me (y/n).”
“Well, I’m sorry for that, really I am. I would never intentionally try to scare you. But sometimes these things happen. I don’t usually drink like that. You make it seem like I’m not allowed to have any fun.”
“You are allowed to have fun, but you’re-“
“Not in college anymore?” He just looks at you, almost defeated. “Trust me, I’m aware.” You sigh. “Look, I know I’m in the wrong here, I get that. But please, do not talk to me like that. I don’t need my boyfriend acting like he’s my father.”
“I wasn’t doing that. So, what, am I not allowed to call you out on shit? That makes me your daddy?”
“You can call me out on shit, call me out on whatever the fuck you want, just don’t talk to me like that!” You slam the bathroom door closed, causing your head to throb. You sit down to go to the bathroom, and start crying. You brush your teeth and wash your face quick, wiping your tears away. You knew you were being childish. He was probably up all night worried about you, and this is how you act? It was your first fight, and you didn’t like how it felt.
You open the door slowly, and walk back down the hall to find him sitting on the bed with his head down, twiddling his thumbs. He doesn’t want to look up at you, even though you’re standing right in front of him.
“Harry, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m sorry I got so mad. It was a stupid thing to flip out over. You took care of me last night, and instead of being grateful, I acted like a brat.” He looks up at you, his eyes are red. Did he cry too?
“I’m sorry I set you off. It wasn’t my intention to talk to you with that tone. And honestly, you were actin’ like a brat, I didn’t like it.” You look down at your feet, in fear you may just start sobbing. “Look, next time we go out with them, or if it’s a girl’s night or somethin’, could you maybe just dial it back? All I meant about the college comment was that you can’t just bounce back the next day. I know I can’t. It’s okay that you want to party with your friends, I don’t care about that.”
“No, you just care that you didn’t get to touch me last night.” You wipe a tear from your eyes as he stands up, towering over you.
“Wanna run that by me again?”
“That’s why you’re upset right? Because you didn’t get to diddle me, or that I didn’t get to do it to you? Because, because baby missed me all week?” You were starting to be cruel. You grab your jeans from last night, and put them on. “I had a fucking cold, and you made me feel bad about it. I just needed some alone time to recover, and you didn’t want to give it to me.” Harry blinks over and over, and then pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
“So which is it?”
“What?”
“Am I baby or daddy?”
“That’s what you’re choosing to focus on here?”
“You’re using pretty derogatory terms, (y/n). Why didn’t you just tell me I was buggin’ you last week, instead of bottling it up?”
“Because I didn’t realize it bothered me until just now.” You cross your arms over your chest. “I was just fine without you. I made myself a big pot of soup, I bought some Nyquil, and I even got myself the good tissues. I feel like you think I’m this helpless little girl sometimes.”
“I don’t think that. I’m sorry I wanted to make sure you were okay and be there for you. Fuck me, right?”
“Don’t turn this around and make me feel bad for being truthful.”
“You’re purposefully saying nasty things to me!”
“I think I should go.” You take your phone out to order an uber, but Harry grabs your wrist. “Let go of me.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. You don’t get to just walk away while we’re arguing.”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s childish? Let’s just figure this out like adults.”
“There’s nothing to figure out! We’re having a fight, and I don’t want to be around you right now, at the risk of saying more nasty things.” You yank your wrist out of his grasp. “And the next time I tell you to get your hands off me, you better fucking listen.” You scramble to grab all your things, and rush out of his apartment, slamming the door behind you.
“What the fuck just happened?!” He says to himself. Your first fight. Over something completely stupid, all because he called you out on your crap. Did you always act this way when you did something wrong?
Why were you acting like this? Oh, you knew why. It was the hormones from your new pack of birth control that always made you act like a raging bitch. Harry got caught in the crossfire this month. No, you can’t blame all of this on hormones. You knew every word that came out of your mouth was going to cut him, deep. Why did you want to hurt him? Anxiety. Were you pushing him away so he wouldn’t want to go home with you? You could punch yourself in the face for acting the way you did.
You screamed into a pillow the second you got into your apartment. You took a long hot shower, and got into some sweat pants and a sports bra. He hadn’t texted or called, you knew you had to be the one to do it. You picked up your phone and swallowed your pride.
“Hi.” He says after waiting three rings to answer. Your voice breaks and you cry into the phone. “I can’t understand you.”
“I’m, I’m so sorry. I was acting like a child. I said such hurtful things to you. It’s not an excuse, but I think I’m just getting anxious about Thanksgiving, and I think I was trying to push you away. It was so stupid. I was wrong. There I was telling you not to speak to me a certain way, and I spoke to you like an asshole. You didn’t deserve that, especially not from me.” You wipe your eyes. “I love you so much, Harry, please I’m sorry.”
“What, what did you just say?” What did you just say? You admitted that you loved him.
“I, I said I love you.”
“I love you too, (y/n).”
“Really?”
“Yes….I’m coming over there.”
“Okay.” He hangs up, and practically races to his car. He couldn’t believe this is how you said this to each other. How cliché, during a fight.
