Author's note: Hello, everyone. I know that I went away for quite a while. As most of you know, my grandfather passed away. He was the last father figure that I had in this world. After my father passed away, my grandfather took over and made sure that role was partially covered. After his death, I had to drop out of college for the semester and go back to therapy. I just wanted to let you know the reason for my absence. Thankfully, I am feeling much better, and I am getting used to the new normal.
I also want to thank everyone who reached out to me with best wishes and condolences. Thank you for understanding and I love you all. And a special thank you, to everyone who patiently waited for me to come back.
Here is the new chapter of Enticing. Enjoy!
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To be in love is something that anyone can do. It’s something that surges within us and expands like wildfire in a prairie. Unfortunately, it is the art of maintaining that same passion, attraction, and trust that couples struggle with the most. After losing trust there is not much to be done.
Harry felt like he was at a crossroads. He felt like his shirt’s collar was too tight around his neck and that there was not enough oxygen in the air to breathe. He placed the phone down on the same spot where he had found it and tried his best to compose himself.
“Everything is packed” Y/N smiled as she reentered the room. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she stood on the other side of the bed and caught his distressed expression written all over his face. It was remarkable how well she was able to read him after only a few months of dating.
“Nothin’ just thinking about how much fun we are going to have in Lake Como” Harry smiled and tried to push any doubting thoughts to the back of his mind.
“Are you sure?” She asked him, worried that she had said something that might have upset him.
“I am all right darlin” he reassured her and flashed her a smile.
The morning couldn’t have come faster. Harry had laid awake most of the night and at best got an hour of sleep. The texts he had read kept replaying in his mind... CONTINUED ON PATREON
Summary: Harry Styles is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn’t until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry’s girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver’s mother? Where is she? Who is she?
Author's note: Hi everyone, so basically I decided last minute before posting this chapter to change the tense to present! That's why it was late! I had to go over everything! I hope you all enjoy it!
Loud laughs erupt within Harry Styles house. The atmosphere is so different from usual. The rooms are illuminated, soft music is playing in the background, the fireplace is on and the living room is filled with his closest friends. It is at that particular moment that Harry can’t help feeling incredibly lucky.
Y/N sits across with him with her legs crossed as she feeds Oliver. Her hair is pushed over her shoulders as she holds the bottle to his lips and cradles his small body with her other arm. He loves seeing how much adoration and love her eyes hold whenever she looks at Oliver. She throws her head back as she laughs from what Alessandro has just shared.
Harry still isn’t sure how his friends feels about the nanny. He hopes that they will approve of her. He needs and requires validation. Harry knows he has bad taste in women. Anyone can see it by the trajectory of the various women that have been present in his life. Therefore, he wants to be sure this time around that he is seeing clearly.
“You are a fucking idiot” Michael playfully insults his friend as he sits before him. Alessandro stands in the middle of the room, reenacting the events that took place that afternoon in Paris.
“It wasn’t my fault, doofus. How was I supposed to know that they kept the bathroom outside the room?” Y/N giggles and shakes her head at the men. William is still acting a bit query around her. He is still not sure what to make of her. Even though he keeps laughing, he keeps an eye on Y/N and watches out for any red flags.
“Why naked tho? You could’ve put on pants and most importantly where was the key?”
Before Alessandro became a millionaire, he had traveled to France along with some of his friends. He had stayed in a very small apartment in Paris for Fashion Week. The building was so old that they had bathtubs in the kitchen, but the toilets outside the apartments and were shared. One day before attending one of the shows, Alessandro had decided to take a bath before dressing up. He suddenly felt the need to pee, so he rushed out of the room, across the hall to use it. Unfortunately, he had forgotten the key and the door had shut behind him. Leaving locked out with only a teeny tiny towel.
“I don’t know! I had to knock on the superintendent door after all the old ladies gawked at my dick” Harry chuckles but then notices Y/N squirming on her seat. He can see that she is uncomfortable.
“Are you alright?” He rises to his feet and approaches her. With the hope of helping her or lent her a hand.
“He is out. I am going to put him to bed” Harry settles his glass on the coffee table. For him to be able to take Oliver from her. So, she could get on her feet. “Do you want to kiss him goodnight?” Harry might think that he doesn’t spend enough time with his boy, but she has noticed the change in Oliver whenever his father is around. He loves him and already distinguishes him from the rest.
Michael, Alessandro, and William sat back and quietly watch the couple interact. Harry leaned down and kissed Oliver’s head softly.
“He is growing too quickly” He whispers, noticing how he is starting to stretch. He hates himself for not being able to around as much. He has been trying his best to be present because his greatest desire is to watch his baby boy grow. His everyday work is to provide him with a great future.
“I know. Can we stop it?” Y/N asks as they look down at the cute baby in his arms. “Make it stop” she whispers, Harry looks up at her and smiles.
“I wish I could” Harry looks into her eyes and there is a tiny moment when they feel like they are standing alone in the room. The moment is short-lived due to Oliver squirming in Harry’s arms. This father gently hands him back to Y/N thinking he is probably going annoyed by his voice.
“I’ll be right back” Harry stands back and watches her slowly go up the stairs.
“Just kiss her already” Michael is the first to talk after she disappears into the hall. “I can cut the tension with a knife” He pulls on the collar of his dress shirt.
“She is gorgeous. How do you function with her around?” Alessandro questions with his head tilted waiting for an explanation.
“She is my employee. I can’t fuck everything up just because of my stupid feelings. I can’t be that selfish” Harry sits back down on his seat, releasing a deep breath in desperation. “Isn’t she great tho?”
“She clearly likes you, Harry. Just go for it” Alessandro’s legs are crossed with his arms resting on the sides of the sofa. He holds his third glass of red wine.
“What do you think?” Harry asks William, who seems to be evaluating the situation. He leans forward, with his forearms resting on his knees and his lips pursed.
“Does she make you happy? Do you enjoy being around her?” Harry nods along. “That’s your answer then. You have to take chances even if the odds might be against you. This isn’t a business deal where you play it safe. You have to take risks”
“She is also pretty hot” Michael adds.
“It’s beyond that. She is great with Oliver and she is kind, caring, and passionate. She doesn’t put up with my bullshit either” His friends feel truly happy for him. “A few days ago, I found her admiring the sunset with Oliver. Who does that any more? It seems so ordinary to us, but for her, it’s the complete opposite. She finds pleasure in the smallest things”
“If you feel this way then take the first step. Forget about the whole nanny thing. Who cares if she works for you? No one needs to know. Either way, you’ve always kept your stuff private” William advises him.
“What about his parents?” Michael asks remembering the rest of the Styles. Mr. Styles senior always demands the best for his son. He is the type of man that tells his son who he should date and who he shouldn’t. Harry’s relationship with his father has always been rocky. It got particularly difficult when he had gotten out of college. Harry had just started working for him and had seen how badly managed the company was. The list of miscellaneous expenses that his father spend on was infinite. The list included drugs, women, and alcohol, things that had nothing to do with the company.
“Oh fuck” Alessandro can still remember how Mr. Styles almost broke a fuse when he found out that Harry was keeping Oliver and raising him. He had even heard him call Oliver a bastard son.
“Fuck them” William answers for Harry. William interjects quickly knowing that if he allows the conversation to go down that road and Harry is given enough reasons not to take the risk. He will back out for the sake of his parents. “You do you, man. You deserve to be happy and if they don’t approve of Y/N then fuck them. Either way, none of them are sleeping or sharing a bed with her. Only you”
“Look at you! Being all sweet and pro-romance. What happened in Hong Kong?” Michael asks William. “I need a nanny like Y/N for my dog”.
“YOU need a fucking nanny” Alessandro jokes making all of them laugh. William has bad luck with women. He is worse than Michael. He only has one-night stands whilst Michael at some point had gotten engaged. “Is the bambino asleep?” Alessandro questions noticing Y/N coming down the stairs with the baby monitor. Before she can answer, Mrs. Johnson, lets everyone know that the food is served.
“Where are you from Y/N?” William asks as he cuts into his perfectly cooked lamb. Mrs. Johnson has outdone herself with dinner. She had served roasted potatoes, lamb chops, asparagus, and a side salad with black truffle dressing.
“I am from Wisconsin” She has been in New York for long that she has managed to forget what was life before moving to the big apple. New York always makes her at home.
“Do you like it here?” Michael knows the struggle of adapting to the big city. Manhattan is beautiful, euphoric, and dreamy, but so much blissfulness comes at a price.
“I really do. I honestly think there is nothing else like it” Harry looks up from his plate and smiles.
“That’s because you haven’t been to Italia yet” For Alessandro, there is nothing better than his motherland. “Italy has everything you could ever wish for in one place. The food, music, art history, the ocean and most importantly the romance” Y/N still can’t understand how Alessandro manages to make everything sound like a poem. Every word that comes out of his mouth holds so much meaning or maybe it is the power of his heavy accent. Whatever it is it has the ability to make any woman melt in his arms. Although if she is ever forced to pick, she would choose Harry’s heavy English accent over his Italian.
“I would love to visit someday” She pulls on the pendant of her necklace trying to distract herself from their stares. It is somewhat intimidating. She can help thinking how happy Patrick would be if he was the one sitting on her spot.
“Someday? You should come to visit me for New Year with Harry. I’ll show you everything there is to know!” Harry usually spends Christmas in the city with his parents, but New Year’s is a different story. That night is reserved for his friends. If they aren’t in the Caribbean, then they would all fly to Italy and spend it in Rome.
“I think that would be a great idea” Harry adds before Y/N could decline the invitation. He only hopes that when New Year’s comes around, they have formalized things a bit. “I am sure you’ll love it” Michael and William share a small smile across the table before moving to another subject.
After dinner comes dessert and coffee. They sit around and talk for a few hours before Harry yawns. Alerting every one of the late hours of the night. The men all hug Y/N and wish her the best before departing.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Harry asks as they both walk upstairs. “You looked beautiful today” he manages to say as they reach the top.
“You have an amazing group of friends, Mr. Styles” Y/N feels his close proximity and instantly tenses up. They are only a step away from having their chests pressed against the other. She chooses to ignore his compliment because she doesn’t know to do respond. She has never considered herself to be a beautiful woman.
“Mr. Styles? What happened to Harry?” Harry takes the first step, closing the small space that separates them. He is close enough to smell the sweet perfume that she had applied earlier in the day. She smells like vanilla — sweet enough for him to devour.
“I just thought that” She shrugs, “You know” She is lost for words. Every bit of him overwhelms all her senses.
“What? I meant what I just said, you looked beautiful tonight” There he is again pulling at her heartstrings making her feel giddy and excited. He cups her face with a single hand. Y/N wraps an arm around his waist, gripping the sides of his shirt in the process. None of them know what to say or what to do next. They just know they like to be held by the other.
Harry can feel the heat radiating off her body and it keeps driving him crazy. His thumb lightly strokes her cheek while his other hand is wrapped around her waist. He pushes her closer to him. He is aware that the moment he kisses her there is no turning back for him. He knows he will be instantly hooked to her, like an addict to a substance. His friends were right, he has never placed his happiness as a priority, and it is finally time to do so.
Harry’s lips brush against hers, getting the first taste of her. Her lips feel just like he imagined them to be warm and soft like pillows. A smile appears across his lips when he notices how she tenses up as soon as their lips touch. Then the inevitable happens, Harry kisses her. It is firm but tender. It is a kiss that disarmed their fears. His hand slides up from her hips to the sides of her clothed body. Y/N’s grip on the baby monitor tightens with every passing second, scared to let it fall and for it to cause a disturbance. A disturbance that could end the sweet moment.
He pulls away from her with a small smile. Their eyes remain close as they each savor their intimated moment and each other’s taste. Before Y/N could say anything else, that could end everything before it even starts, he pulls her back for another toe-curling kiss. He holds her by the back of her neck, his fingers tangling on her soft hair, intensifying the kiss. It isn’t until Harry’s phone vibrates inside his pocket that they are forced to pull away.
“What?” Harry snaps as he keeps his hand on her waist in case she tries to runway.
“Sorry about the hour, Mr. Styles. But we just made a major discovery on the Canada situation” Andrew is annoyed at having to call his boss this late, but it is urgent. He was half-asleep when his phone and email had been bombarded with messages from the investigator that Harry had hired.
Harry stares down at Y/N as she stands before him. She runs her hands through her hair trying to fix it. Her lips are swollen and almost bruised because of him. He can still taste the lingering strawberry balm that previously covered her lips.
“Speak” he commands as his hand moves from her waist to her hand. She wants to run out of the room. She wants to hide behind closed doors and scream into a pillow. Harry keeps starring at her with hungry eyes as he keeps speaking through the phone. His thumb caresses the back of her hand as he tries his best to divert his attention back to Andrew.
“The accounts don’t add up” Harry and the board have been holding secret meetings and kept going through all of the accounts of each of the branches and the only one where there was always missing money was in Canada.
“We already know this, Andrew. Get to the point” He hisses growing impatient.
“It’s not only him but also his vice-president and operational manager. The missing money has been divided into equal parts and had been deposited into each of their accounts. They are also planning to see the branch to Benjamin Abbott for a substantial amount of money” Harry releases Y/N’s hand and leans against the railing of the staircase.
“Jus’ get me the fucking jet ready for tomorrow night. Don’t tell anyone” Andrew lets him know that he will be sending out the flight information before Harry hangs up. Meanwhile, Y/N stands back and watches him unravel. His jaw is clenched, and a small vein pops out of his neck. He remains silent and she isn’t sure what to do. He is so different from the man that had been kissing her and touching her so gently moments ago.
“Harry” Y/N calls out as she gently presses a hand against his back. “Is everyone alright?
“Nothing you need to worry about” He turns around and pulls her close. “It’s just some work-related bullshit” Y/N nods not wanting to push him. Harry wraps his arm around her waist and holds her. She raises a hand and softly smooths out the frown that has appeared on his face. Harry feels the anger fading out of his body in waves as her skin comes in contact with his. “I am sorry if I ruined the night for you” Y/N shakes her head.
“You haven’t. It couldn’t have gone any better” He smiles and takes her vacant hand and places a small kiss on it.
“How about you come over tomorrow and have lunch with me” He knows the perfect place. It is in Bryant Park. It has a beautiful view of the park, especially during the Fall.
“I can do that,” She says with a small smile. Harry smiles back before giving her a chaste kiss. They hold each other for a few minutes and share a few more kisses before going their separate ways. Y/N has to check on Oliver and Harry has to make plans for tomorrow.
Next morning Harry is up before the sun for his daily jog before spending an hour in the gym with his personal trainer. By the time he comes home Mrs. Johnson is the only one awake. Oliver and Y/N are still sound asleep. He wastes no time and takes a hot shower. He dresses in a fresh and crisp suit and makes sure to pack his traveling bag.
“Good morning” Harry smiles as he watches just woken up Y/N descend the stairs. Her arms are wrapped around drowsy Oliver. Harry reaches out and takes him from her, proceeding to give him a kiss on the temple.
“How’d you sleep?” Y/N pours herself a cup of coffee as she tries her best to completely wake up.
“Never slept better” Harry had gone to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. “Are you still coming today?”
“I would love to” She yawns and covers her mouth. “What time?”
“I’ll send Daniel to pick you up at 11” Y/N leans against the counter, resting her elbows on the granite while she takes sips out of her warm coffee. “Are you getting enough sleep?”
“I am. I promise” She reassures him as she notices today’s choice of suit color. It is a dark shade of grey. The first buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned giving her a peak of his tattoos. She had never expected him to be the kind of man to ink his skin. To say she is surprised is an understatement. Harry continues eating while he fed Oliver, but he feels her eyes on him.
“Is there something you would like to say, Ms. Y/L/N?” A cheeky smirk covers his face, keeping his sight fixated on his plate. Y/N feels embarrassed that he had noticed. “I have to go,” Harry says as he notices the time on his Rolex. He plants a bunch of kisses on Oliver’s soft cheeks. “I love you. Please don’t give Y/N a hard time” he tells him as he fixes the collar of his shirt.
“These are yummy” Mrs. Johnson had baked cinnamon rolls. They were straight out of the oven; warm and fluffy. Harry laughs as the nanny wipes the residual glaze from the corner of her mouth. She takes Oliver from him and instantly started bouncing him.
“I’ll see you later” They stand by the front door. It all felt very domestic for Harry. He has always been alone and how having Y/N saying goodbye to him by the entrance of his apartment while holding his son made him feel things. Emotions that he has never experienced before.
“Have a great day” She says just before he kisses her softly.
“You were right. Those are really yummy” He winks as he tastes the cinnamon on her lips before leaving her in the comfort of his home.
The car pulls into the lobby of the building of Styles Holdings. Harry basically jumped out of the car and quickly heads up towards the elevators. As soon as he steps on the elevator, the people quiet down instantly recognizing him as the man that signs their paychecks. He stands proudly in the middle with his legs parted and his hands tucked in the pockets of his coat. The men are easily intimated whereas the women can’t help but gawk at his appearance.
The rumor around the office is that Harry Styles was carved by God himself.
Andrew is already waiting by the elevator for him. Daniel had given him an ETA. He expected his boss to be extra picky and edgier than usual. Andrew had gotten up earlier than usual and had made all the necessary arrangements for their business trip. The jet and the crew are on standby for when Harry decides to jet off. The hotel, the driver, and the car are set up and waiting for them. Andrew carries countless folders that contain all of the proof that proves that Canada’s branch manager and his associates are stealing from Styles Holdings.
“Good morning, Mr. Styles”
“Tell me”
“There are videos of him getting frisky with his mistress in the office” Harry has never cared what his workers do after office hours. Unless it messes with their work which clearly was the case for Jacob Wilson. If one of those videos landed in the hands of someone with bad intentions. Styles Holdings would have to face a social scandal and that was the last thing he needs with the expansion ahead. “The Christmas bonuses were mysteriously misplaced, and everyone was sent home empty-handed. Wilson blamed it on the presidency”
It isn’t something he enjoys doing, but it is his duty to protect the company. Especially now that so many people that worked for him depend on that paycheck. He has sacrificed everything for the success of the company. He has endured long hours in the office, sacrificing time that he could have been at home enjoying his son. He has even fought with his parents for the sake of it. Harry was being forced to make an example of the people that dared to fuck with him and his company. If he had to fire everyone in the branch and switch them, then he would without a doubt.
It is only eleven- thirty and Harry has already yelled at thirty people in the course of the morning. Andrew can’t believe his ears. His shouting was heard all over the presidency. Andrew only hopes he isn’t the next victim. They are flying to Canada together and staying there for three days. It was enough time for Harry to kill him, get rid of his body, and even organize a funeral.
There is a sudden moment of silence except for the typing. It’s cut short when Harry’s phone rings, startling Andrew and Melissa who sit outside his office doors. Melissa also works for the presidency but she focuses more on internal matters. She is the one who organizes meetings, sends out memos on behalf of Harry, and is the first filter. Melissa would go through all the correspondence and would carefully select what was important enough for Harry to see. It is then sent to Andrew, who is basically in changed of getting them on Harry’s hands.
The two of them look up at each other from across the room as they hear him, greeting the other person. They quietly wait for him to start shouting, but it never comes. Andrew frowns at Melissa as they react to the odd behavior of the boss. Harry’s shoes against the hardwood floor makes them finally snap out of their confused states.
“I’ll be back in five minutes,” He says without a second look or explanation. He has a horrible headache; his muscles are tense, and he feels uncomfortable. Harry knows he should control himself, but the situation and betrayal are too much for him. He tries his best not to get blinded with anger, but he can’t resist this time around.
Downstairs, Y/N has just arrived with Oliver. He is nicely tucked into his car seat, milk-drunk, and about to fall asleep.
“I don’t understand. What’s the problem?” Y/N asks, feeling the arm that holds the car seat numbing. She had arrived fifteen minutes ago, and the receptionist was still not allowing her to enter. Y/N had asked her to call Harry, but Andrea had refused.
It is one of those days that the sun is barely out, and it barely illuminates the sky. It is windy and chilly. It looks like it’s about to pour. Y/N has decided to wear a nude, long- sleeve cardigan and some white high-waisted pants with loafers. She wants to be comfortable and has managed to look classy while doing so.
“The problem is that Mr. Styles is busy and can’t meet with you” Andrea hisses as she starts to get tired of Y/N’s persistent attitude. “Now go. I have more people to attend to” She points at the line of seven other people behind her.
Harry appears seconds before Y/N's last strand of patience snaps within her. His jaw is clenched, displaying an evident frown.
“Andrea” Harry acknowledges her gently before turning his attention towards Y/N. “Let me” he takes Oliver’s car seat from her knowing how heavy he becomes after a while.
“Mr. Styles. What a lovely surprise! What can I help you with?” Andrea flips her hair over her shoulder as she inclines forward showing her interest in the man.
“Why aren’t you allowing Y/N the entrance to my building?
“Mr. Styles, you know how it works down here. I need approval from upstairs before allowing someone like her to meet someone of your status” Andrea emphasizes on her with much bitterness and annoyance. She doesn’t understand how a random woman has managed to cause her problems with the man she fantasizes about. She also couldn’t understand Harry’s fascination with her.
“You didn’t get an approval?” Harry asks as his hand wraps around Y/N’s waist. Andrea shakes her head as her eyes drift to the position of his hand. “You are telling me that Andrew didn’t send you an email with Y/N’s name and phone number?” She keeps her mouth shut as she thinks of a clever answer. “Because if that’s the case then I’ll go upstairs and fire him” Her confidence evaporates into thin air.
Y/N turns with wide eyes. There is no hesitation or any type of remorse. He is serene and collected as if he was talking about today's forecast. Andrea becomes a stuttering mess, noticing the number of people staring as the scene unfolds before them.
“Yes, or no? It’s a very simple question, Andrea” Harry’s stern voice makes the hairs of the back of her neck rise.
“He did send an email” Harry raises an eyebrow, amused at her audacity. She had straight up lied to him to his face. If Y/N wasn’t been there he would have already fired her.
“Don’t ever lie to me again, Andrea. Let me be very clear about this. Next time that Ms. Y/L/N shows up, you better escort her up and greet her with a big smile. If I find out otherwise consider yourself fired. Do I make myself clear? Because not only you turned her way, but my son too” Harry wastes no time and guides her towards the elevator. He doesn’t wait for an answer or an apology.
The lobby continues to be dead silent until the door of their elevator shuts close. Andrea still can’t believe what had just happened. She hadn’t even noticed the presence of a baby. She wipes a single tear that has managed to slip out. Andrea composes herself and quickly gets back to work feeling embarrassed.
Andrew and Mellissa are shocked to see Harry with a woman. Harry leads Y/N quietly past his two assistants, he holds her hand tightly in his as he strides in with all his might.
“What the fuck?” Melissa whispers, “She is so fucking pretty. Where does he even get these women?”
“He ordered her online from a catalog” Melissa laughs at Andrew’s cruel humor. “Let’s hope she is not another gold-digging whore” He adds.
Inside Harry's closed doors, he places Oliver’s seat on his desk so he can easily unbuckle him and cuddle him for a few minutes. He knows he shouldn’t be disturbing with his sleep but he would be traveling tonight and he would miss him.
“Let me help you” Y/N offers as she places a burp cloth on his shoulder and helps him adjust his head on his shoulder. The last thing she wants is for Harry’s suit to get ruin.
“Thank you” Harry smiles, “So, no kiss, no hug, no nothing?” He teases her loving how adorable she looks when she is embarrassed. Y/N places a chaste kiss on his lips just enough to calm his thirst for her momentarily.
“You look gorgeous” He compliments her after noticing her appearance as her eyes scan the room.
“You don’t look so bad either” Y/N shrugs, hopping on the desk. “When are we having lunch?” She is starving and can’t wait to have some time alone with Harry.
“Actually, I took the liberty to ask Daniel to bring us the food here. I had every intention of taking you out, but because of the weather and a meeting that just came up, I decided that it would best if we stayed in” Harry can instantly see the disappointment in her eyes. “I am sorry. I’ll make it up to you” He feels like shit. The last thing he wants to do is disappoint her.
“It’s fine. I get it. You have obligations”
“Come give me a kiss then” He purges his lips for her causing her to giggle at the sight. She hops off the desk and kisses him a bit more urgently than their previous kisses. Y/N is the first to pull away leaving him in a daze. “You are going to be the death of me” She laughs at his exaggeration, but Harry means every word.
Daniel arrives a few minutes later with a few paper bags filled with delicious food from Harry’s favorite lunch café.
“Tell me about your parents” Harry wipes his mouth with a napkin. They sit on the floor with their legs stretch out. They are comfortable and the scene is intimate. Oliver is back in his car seat, sleeping allowing them to eat without any disruption. The car seat sits beside Harry just in case he is to wake up.
“My mom raised me and my sister on her own after my dad passed away” Things had been tough in her household. Her mother had struggled for quite some time. Y/N could still remember heading her mother crying at night, not knowing how she was going to be capable of paying the mortgage and for food. “Things were rough” Her eyes are glossy as the knot on her throat only grows.
“How about you?” She asks immediately causing Harry to roll his eyes at the thought of his father and all of the misery and conflict that he had managed to bring to his family. “How did you become one of Manhattan’s most eligible bachelors and youngest billionaire?”
“You googled me. Interesting, you never fail to amuse me Ms. Y/L/N” He smiles
Summary: Harry Styles is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?
Author's note: Alright, most of you asked for me to make a version of Enticing starring Harry. Your wish is my command. Therefore, here it is. I've also changed a few things. If you haven't read the other version then don't mind me! Enjoy it! I'll probably post once a week! Let me know what you think! The first chapter isn't as good as the others. I promise!
Power is the first word that comes to mind when asked about him. It is followed by meticulous, driven, calculating, and impatient. At twenty-seven he has acquired everything he has ever wished for and even more. Harry Styles has surpassed his own expectations.
“Mr. Styles” is greeted as he steps out of his car. His eyes remain glued to the screen of his phone and he keeps re-reading the incoming email in his inbox.
"Thank you, Patrick" He thanks the doorman for holding the door for him. The clicking of his shoes against the polished floor echoes through the lobby alerting everyone of his arrival. He runs a tight ship, but it's for their best interest. He isn't an asshole, but he has high expectations for everyone. He expects the best from each one of his employees.
"Good morning, Mr. Styles" Lily is Styles Holding's receptionist. She is young and completely in love with Harry. She dreams of going out with him. Unfortunately, she has never gotten past a greeting with him. He is usually on his phone or rushing out trying to get to a meeting.
"Lily" Harry nods her way. Lily can't blame the man. He has a tight schedule and not much time to socialize.
On the top floor, a fresh glass of water with ice is already waiting for Harry in his office. The recognizable pile of contracts and documents that he has to finish going through, wait for him on his desk, desperately calling out for his attention.
"Mr. Styles" Andrew Rider — Harry's assistant and most trusted worker, waits for him in his office. Andrew is in charge of everything that has to do with Harry. It doesn't matter the time of day, he always picks up the phone when called. Andrew is even trusted with delivering his tailor suits to his penthouse when he isn't home.
"Morning" Harry sighs as he finally sends out the email regarding his attendance at an upcoming gala. "Before anything. Ask Daniel to bring me a coffee and something to eat from that place I like". His morning had been chaos. He hadn't had time to have breakfast.
"Right away sir" Andrew scrolls through today's agenda, refreshing his mind of the things he has to go through with him, after texting Daniel. "Should we start now, sir?" Harry nods as he unbuttons his blazer and hangs it on the back of his chair.
Every day starts the same. Andrew always debriefs him about all the statistics involving the company, followed by meetings or messages that have been left for him. Andrew goes branch by branch-like every other day and like every other day, he prepares himself to bolt out of the office. In case his reaction goes south and Harry is displeased with the results.
"Ok. Proceed".
"Your mother called yesterday and so did Ms. McCoy" Harry purses his lips at the mention of the woman that has been desperately trying to become his wife. She is the daughter of one of his business partners. His father and Harry have invested in various companies together. Mr. McCoy has always respected Harry as a businessman and considers him to be an exceptional man for his age.
"What did my mum say?"
"She asked me when you were planning on visiting with Oliver" The last time that Harry had visited his family, things had turned bad. His father and he had gotten into a dispute, concerning his young sister's fiance. Harry's father didn't approve of him and when asked Harry had given his honest opinion about the young man.
His sister had met him at college and they had just recently graduated. Her sister's fiance was too fresh out of college to have the rest of his life planned. And for Mr.Styles senior that was unacceptable and made him nonqualified to marry his daughter. Harry didn't care. He could see how much he loved his sister and took care of her and that all her could ever ask and wish for her.
"Tell my mother I'll try my best to go up there this weekend" Harry responds, taking the first contract from the pile. "As of Ms. McCoy, let her know I'll reach out to her later during the week"
Andrew tries to hide the clear annoyance he has towards the woman. She is incredibly rude and arrogant. Everyone in the office that has come across her hates her guts. They especially hate her surprise visits. She always brings ridiculous requests and asks the staff to carry them out as if she is the one paying them. Harry also hates her visits because she messes up his schedule.
"The agency found a new nanny and sent out her profile for you to review. Would you like me to read it to you?" He offers, noticing that his boss's attention is drawn to the contract that he is flicking through.
"Please"
"Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She has been working for the agency for three years. Her previous family says she is sweet, attentive, caring, and always puts the kids first. The family had to let her go since they were relocating to Los Angeles"
"Did they sent more profiles? Someone with more experience perhaps?" She seems like a good nanny, but he feels more comfortable hiring someone with more experience.
"There is no more. They sent their sincerest apology for the inconvenience" Harry exhales loudly as he allows himself to make a decision based on the circumstances. He needs a nanny. Oliver needs someone around, he needs stability.
"Fine. Let her know that I'll be waiting for her first thing tomorrow at home" Andrew nods along, composing a quick email in response to the agency knowing how important the subject is to Harry.
"Daniel is here. I'll go fetch your coffee, sir" Harry feels instant relief wash over him knowing that he might have found a nanny for his son. He isn't incapable of taking care of his own son. He has been taking care of him since their last nanny quit last week. It's just his tight schedule prevents him from staying home and tending to all of his needs every day.
Harry's life revolves around Oliver. He spends his weekends at home, reading to him rather than jetting off to an exotic location. Oliver is only three months old but he has Harry wrapped around his little finger. They only have one another. Therefore, he is his priority. Oliver always comes first.
Oliver's biological mother had exchanged him for money. Harry had met Ashley at a bar. His business deal had gone wrong and he needed a drink to get him through it. He had gone to release some stress and steam from the long week. After a few scotches on the rocks, he noticed the presence of a pretty girl sitting beside him. They talked for hours about superficial things like their favorite counties and anecdotes from college. Harry found himself a few minutes later, calling Daniel to pick them up and take them home.
The whole night was a big blur for him. The only thing he remembers was the morning after and the hammering headache that came along with it. Ashley vanished as soon as the sun rose over Manhattan. Harry woke up to an empty room without any trace of her besides the messy bedsheets.
He didn’t hear from her until a few weeks later when an article about him was written by Forbes magazine. He was listed as one of the youngest billionaires. She found the magazine on a stand while making her way to work and called the company. After trying to reach him for a few days Andrew was finally alerted of her persistence and her need to speak to his boss.
Ashley met up with him that same afternoon and told him that she was pregnant and that she was going to terminate the pregnancy. Harry had never considered having kids up until that point. He thought they were all very cute, but never imagined himself with one. He didn’t say anything. He just told her that it was her body and her decision to make.
Harry wasn't able to sleep that night. He kept waking up and rolling around in bed. He felt like something was terribly wrong. Something had been woken up inside of him and even though he had decided to not intervene. He still did the next morning.
He begged her not to get an abortion and offered to take full responsibility when he was born. It was still not enough for her. She wanted more from him. It took Harry a few days to figure out her desire. She wanted money for him. Ashley wanted him to pay her for the baby.
And without thinking it twice he did. Harry paid Ashley an incredible sum of money. He didn't care how much money it was. Money was dispensable and he could always make more. He couldn't make another Oliver. He was one of a kind. He wanted to watch him grow and become a man and if he had to raise him on his own then he would gladly do so.
The day that Oliver was born was the last time he heard or saw Ashley. Within hours Harry had made her signed off all of her parental rights to him, giving him full custody of him. Ashley's money had also been wire transferred to her account. Setting her loose of any further obligations with them.
Andrew drops off his coffee and leaves him after making sure he didn't need anything else. Harry works on a few contracts and responds to a few emails before he is interrupted by the head of international relations. The company has been having trouble with a branch in Canada and Harry still hasn't been able to figure out why. Their reports always show that they are above budget but below the income requirement.
"The situation with Canada cannot continue like this. If it does then I am going to be forced to shut it down and fire his ass" Jacob Wilson has been the appointed CEO of the Canadian branch in Ontario. Harry rarely speaks to him because he trusts him, but lately, things had been slightly off.
"I think it's for our best interest to find out what's happening over there. It's a sinking boat and with the expansion happening soon we can't risk ourselves for the other investors to pull out if they find out" Benedict has been following the situation closely and has even started delivering weekly reports to Harry.
Before Harry can say anything else, the door bursts open, and Valeria McCoy strides in with all her might. If there is a thing that Harry can't tolerate is being interrupted in one of his meetings especially when it's done abruptly.
"Why haven't you been answering my calls? Her voice is loud and stern, but not enough to faze him. Harry looks over at Benedict, whose eyes look like they are about to pop out of his body. Benedict can't figure out if the woman is an idiot for talking to him so bluntly or if she has bigger balls than him for doing so. He can sense the awkwardness of the situation. It doesn't take Einstein to figure out that their meeting has come to an abrupt halt.
"I am sorry Benedict. Keep me posted if anything else emerges" The two men shake hands. And as soon as Benedict closes the door the mayhem commences.
"Answer me!" She stumps her foot on the ground. Her body is leaned forward and her yaw is clenched. Harry remains silent only igniting the anger within her. He unbuttons the first two buttons of his shirt, wearing an evident frown as he tries his best to put his thoughts together. "Harry!" Valeria hisses.
"Who do you think y'are?" By now, Harry has turned his back towards her as his eyes watch the people of New York scramble to get things done.
"Why can't you fucking look at me?!" Her voice is louder and by now everyone on the top floor knows that she has arrived. Harry turns around in a matter of seconds and chuckles distastefully at the woman.
"I asked you a question. Who the fuck do you think y'are?!" Her demeanor shrinks at the harshness of his demanding voice. He is tired of her childish actions. "You can't just barge in here like you own the fucking place and yell at me in front of my employees" Harry growled.
"I sure can. Especially when you aren't answering my texts and ignoring me" She has taken a step back, clearly intimidated by his facial expression and tone of voice.
"You are nobody. You are just a daddy's girl, who thinks she can buy her way out of everything. You think your fucking beauty and your bank account grants you the right to do whatever the fuck you want, but that's not how things work in the real world" If anyone hadn't heard Valeria before, they sure had heard him by now. "For fuck shakes! You have no right to burst through that door without knocking or without letting me know. This isn't your fucking house where people come in and out whenever they please. This is my goddam company, Valeria" His hands are pressed against the wooden desk, all his weight distributed on them as he leans forward and demands respect.
He is done with her. He has enjoyed her company until it lasted, but this was the last straw. No one messed around with him, especially in his workspace.
Valeria's eyes become glossy as his voice leaves her ears ringing. And Harry is surprised that it has taken him this long to make her cry. He is proud of himself for lasting this long.
Harry runs his hands through his hair in exasperation as Valeria's tears continue flowing out. He feels like he is dealing with a kid.
"What do you want?" She has now settled on one of the seats in front of his desk. Her manicured hands attempt to wipe off her tears as she gives him a small smile.
"My father is holding a charity event this weekend. I just wanted to extend the invitation" She manages to say without sniffing. Harry crosses his arms across his chest as he leans against the cold wall behind the desk.
"And you couldn't text me that? You couldn't send me the invitation either? You had to come all the way over here and make a scene?" Valeria has never understood why Harry always acted so distant and cold towards her. He kept her at arm's length only making the exception to when they had sex.
"You never answer the phone" She snarls as she reaches down to purse to check on her makeup
"Fine" He blows out his cheeks, "I'll see you then" He is capable of saying anything to get her out of his building and as far a possible from him. "Can I get to work now?" Andrew knocks on the door saving him from continuing the painful conversation with her.
"Mr. Styles, there are some checks that need to be signed before 12" Andrew wasn't stupid, he had heard the crying and the shouting from outside and had taken it upon himself to save his boss.
Andrew walks into the room with his head raised high feeling Valeria's heavy stare on him. Andrew likes his job and just like everyone else he has a crush on Harry. Even though, he is true to himself and knows that Harry doesn't swing that way based on his previous relationships. That still doesn't stop him from preventing Valeria to corner his boss in his own office.
"Let me see them" Harry reaches out for the folder before shifting his glaze to Valeria. "You can go now, Ms. McCoy" he adds as he begins signing the first check. Valeria purses her lips and rises to her feet and leaves the room without another word.
After Valeria's visit, things unfold like they usually do. Harry is the last to leave the office just after finishing responding to his last call and email.
"Mrs. Johnson, I am so sorry. I got held up at the office" Harry apologizes as soon as he enters his penthouse. Mrs.Johnson is the housekeeper. She had made an exception to help out Harry with Oliver until he could find a proper nanny.
"It's no problem, Mr. Styles. He was an angel as always" Harry smiles at her and thanks her for staying before guiding her out. He eats the dinner that had been prepared for him while he looks through work. The apartment is extremely quiet and lonely, but he doesn't mind it. Especially after all the screaming that had taken place in the office. As for the loneliness he has gotten used to it.
He takes a hold of the baby monitor left for him on the kitchen island before heading upstairs and into bed.
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The next day, Y/N arrives just in time. She isn’t late nor too early which surprises Harry. He is thankful that she is serious enough about the job to be punctual. She is also wearing a casual outfit knowing that her job doesn’t require her to be all dolled up. She wears a pair of jeans and a long sleeve sweater with sneakers.
“Good morning” Harry stands up as soon as his eyes catch a glimpse of her. He stretches out his hand for her to shake which she gently does. Y/N can't help noticing the rings that adorned his hands. She has to remind herself that he isn't as old as the other fathers. Harry is more surprised by her age. He had expected someone more mature.
“Good morning, Mr. Styles. You have a beautiful home” From the moment she had stepped out of the elevator, she had been mesmerized by the elegance of everything. The high ceilings and the beautiful art that adorns the walls had captivated her.
“Thank you. Please sit” Y/N nods and quietly sits right across from him. His laptop is settled on the glass coffee table that separates them. He had been reading the news before she had arrived. “Please tell me a bit about yourself”
“I graduated three years ago from college. I instantly started working with the agency. I worked with quite a few families in the first year. Most of them didn’t want someone permanent and it wasn’t until a year and a half that I started working for the Walters. They have three children, their youngest being eight months and their oldest twelve. I am very responsible, honest and well I love children” Harry only continues to sip on his cup of coffee making sure not to spill anything on his fresh suit.
“I am going to be completely honest with you Ms. Y/L/N. You aren’t originally my first choice” He uncrosses his legs to place his empty, porcelain cup on the glass table. Before he could continue listing the reasons why he doesn’t think she is fit for the job, she interrupts him.
“I am very aware of it, Mr. Styles. You aren’t the first and certainly not the last to think so. You probably think that I am too young, I have too little experience, and that I am too careless for the job, am I right?” Harry leans back on his seat and remains quiet. He purses his lips as he tries his best not to smile. It has been a while since someone has stood up to him in this particular way. She hadn’t been disrespectful or rude in any way, but she certainly had a mouth. She is quite witty. He could sense that Y/N wasn’t going to put with his bullshit and he liked it.
Harry isn’t oblivious. He is aware of the effect that he has on women. He knows he is attractive but very rarely he uses it to his advantage. He found it flattering when women threw themselves at him, but he very rarely followed along with their game. For this very reason, he found it quite interesting that Y/N wasn’t focusing on his looks or his money.
“Give me a chance and I’ll prove to you that I am better than the nanny that you previously had. I am sure she was probably in her fifties and probably had a bunch of grandkids, right?” Harry nods but remains quiet. He is intrigued by the determined woman. “It’s nothing out of the ordinary. Most people desire their nannies to look like that because they fit the stereotype of the nanny, but I am sure that you being a man of the world wouldn’t deprive someone of a job by the way they look or their age”
There is silence for a few minutes. They both stare at each other trying to figure the other out. Harry still isn't sure if hiring her is a great idea, but her confidence and personality amuse him. He likes when people challenge themselves. He likes that she is willing to work hard to gain his trust and respect.
On the other hand, Y/N still doesn’t know quite well what type of man she is dealing with. By the looks of the house and his appearance, she could see that he is a man that gets away with many things because of the power that radiates off him, his money, and his looks.
Y/N can admit that he is eye-candy. He wears a long-sleeve, button-up shirt, and dark grey pants. His hair is brushed and his curls are oddly neat. The man looks impeccable and from where she is sitting she can smell his cologne. His face is clean-shaven and let's not talk about the heavy British accent. That sounded beautiful to Y/N's ears.
“Fine. I’ll give you a chance. You must know Ms. Y/L/N that I am a man that hates mistakes and unprofessionalism. I am not the type of employer to let his workers slack off or in any way get away with stuff. I expect you to keep your word and prove me wrong” Harry takes a second to look at his watch, conscious of the time that he is wasting talking to her. He has an early meeting and he is already late, but he needs to be clear of where he stands.
“I will certainly do, Mr. Styles. No doubt” Harry stands up from his seat and grabs his phone. Andrew has been texting him nonstop since he had arrived at the office with updates about the stock market.
“Follow me please then” She follows him closely towards Oliver's room. It is up the stairs and beside the master bedroom. Even if they look separated the two rooms are connected by a door, giving Harry easy access to Oliver during night feeds. “As you might’ve noticed, I am a very busy man. I have long days and early mornings. I only get to stay home during the weekends. Oliver is only three months and as you might know, he requires a lot of attention. That's when you come in” Harry gently opens the door of the room knowing that Oliver has already woken up.
The room is painted with neutral colors mostly greys and different shades of white. It is bigger than Y/N’s room and closet combined. Oliver's room is equipped with everything that a newborn could ever need. The changing table is across from the crib and on the corner, there is a feeding chair. On the other side, there is a full bed meant for Harry when he is too tired to go back or when Oliver is too fuzzy to be left alone. Harry had slept most of Oliver's first days of life in that bed. He knows that Y/N would eventually use it too.
As soon as Oliver's age is revealed a bunch of questions rise in Y/N’s mind. She still isn't sure where his mother is or if there is a Mrs.Styles or a girlfriend. She decides is best to wait for him to tell her about Oliver's mother when he feels comfortable enough. She wouldn’t want to upset her boss on the very first day. Harry turns off the white sound machine and lifts the blackout of the room revealing more details of the nursery like the marked sonogram pictures.
“Morning, m'love” Harry leans down and takes him out of the crib for Y/N to see. Oliver is wearing a simple white onesie and his green eyes are open.
“Oh my goodness! You are so handsome” Y/N beams as she stares at the little boy in Harry's arms. “He is so tiny” She whispers before looking around the room.
“Would you like to carry him?” Harry asks as he sways Oliver side to side trying to keep him serene. He has woke up in a happy mood but Harry wasn’t going to take any chances. “Is everything alright?” Harry wonders what she is looking for.
“I would just like to wash my hands before carrying him”
“Right through there” He points as he keeps swaying him side to side. She places her purse on the nursing chair before running into the bathroom. Harry decides to change Oliver out of his diaper while Y/N returns. He unbuttons his onesie and begins the tedious task that he has gotten used to. He dresses him back and it’s in the progress of kissing his cheeks when Y/N walks back into the room.
“Okay. I am ready now” Y/N smiles as she reaches out for him. “You are so cute,” She says as soon as she has him in her arms. She doesn’t look uncomfortable or overwhelmed in any way. She looks like a natural which reassures Harry that he might be able to leave and there wouldn’t be any problems.
“I still have lots of things to talk to you about, but I am late for a meeting. I’ll let you know the rest as soon as I get back tonight” He says as he walks out and down the stairs towards the foyer of the apartment. “If something happens let Mrs.Johnson know and she will call me. She’s also been notified to cook you some lunch and dinner” Harry picks up his blazer and yanks it on.
“We’ll be fine, Mr. Styles” she reassures him as Oliver rests his head against her chest, comfortable enough to fall asleep on her once again.
“Please take care of him f'me” Y/N nods just as Harry leans in and kisses the back of Oliver's head. “Alright. Bye” and with that Harry leaves the young nanny with his most prized possession.
I’ve been writing this for a few weeks now. It’s just a lil something. I hope you all like it.
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“Yeh lied to me” He had been watching her for a few minutes. He was quite surprised that she hadn’t noticed his presence through the window. He had just woken up from a quick nap and come out of the bedroom to find her. She was just where he expected her to be— in his office.
His office was her nook. It was where she spent the majority of her day especially when he wasn’t around. The room was tainted with Harry’s personality all over. Both walls had built-in bookshelves. Packed with all types of literary pieces. Books that Harry had taken the time to pick. By just reading the titles anyone could tell what type of man Harry was. The books told his story. They were part of him and his incredible journey.
A floor-to-ceiling, arched window was placed at the back of the room with two French doors adjacent to it, making it the most naturally illuminated room in the house. One of the many reasons, she loved spending her time there. The room was decorated with dark furniture. Although the mosaic carpet and colorful throw pillows contrasted.
“I did not” Y/N argued back without knowing what she was denying doing. “What did I do?” She make sure to mark the page of her book before turning her seat to get a look at her boyfriend.
“You are wearing my shirt, Darlin” A smile dangled on the corner of his lips as he pointed to his “daddy but I love him” shirt on her frame. He had been looking for it for weeks. He had looked through the piles of laundry and the closets. Harry had even searched through her t-shirt drawer, but it had been all in vain. She had tucked the bottom of the shirt under her bra making it the ideal little crop top to match her high-waisted blue jeans. “On top of that, you dared to wrinkle it by wearing it incorrectly” He teased as he strode into the room.
He wore blue jeans just like hers and a simple button-down shirt. He had no shoes and his hair was tossed around from rolling around in bed. This was her favorite type of Harry. He was always cuddly and playful just after a nap. He was also his most relaxed. It was refreshing to see.
“It was too big on me” Y/N explained as she crossed her legs. Harry gripped the arms of the chair preventing her from swiveling.
“S’not! Are you calling me fat?” He hunched over her as he got lost in her mesmerizing eyes. A “boop” left his lips just after poking her in her bare stomach knowing how ticklish she was. But never once losing his confident smile.
“You could weigh 500 pounds and I would still love you, doofus” She laughed as she swats his hands away from her. There she was; declaring and reassuring him of her unconditional love towards him. Something that still made him feel like the day he declared his love for her three years ago.
His fingers gently grip her chin, guiding her mouth to his. He kissed her, reciprocating his love. Y/N pecked his lips gently while he pressed his forehead against hers.
“I love you” she whispered as Harry’s hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her up to him. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck as he walked them back to the couch. She straddled him as he pushed her hair off her shoulders revealing the necklace that he had gotten her for Christmas.
“Aren’t you tired, lovie?” He questioned while fiddling with the pendant. He had ordered it weeks ahead. The present had almost not made it to Christmas. He had also almost ruined the surprise because of his excitement. She shook her head at him while he planted gentle kisses on the skin of the crook of her neck.
“Then I didn’t do a good job this morning m’love” Y/N giggled as she is tickled by the slight stubble that he had. They were mostly night owls when it came to sex, but this morning she had woke up to Harry pressing himself against her backside. Eager for some relief, she complied and probably experienced one of her best orgasms.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how exquisite she looked this morning. And how gracefully her hair looked when the morning sun hit upon it as she rode him. The lust her eyes carried as her hips worked magic on him. The way her deliciously smooth skin left like heaven against his. He still couldn't get the sound of her moans and her soft voice asking for more out of his mind. And how her overly kissed lips looked after he had finished with her.
“Wha’ are we going to do about these shirts dilemma?” Harry asked as he pulled on his shirt that was on her. It was all a joke, he enjoyed teasing her. And he loved seeing her in his clothes. Most of his sweaters and t-shirts hung on her side of the closet, but he didn’t mind. He found adorable the comfort she found in wearing his clothes.
“You could always wear mine” Y/N gave him a toothy smile. “Tit for tat” she smiled playfully knowing they would never fit him. Half of his long torso would be uncovered due to the difference of statues between them. Her shirts on him would be crop tops. She planted a kiss on his defined yaw.
“Nu’ uh. They are very uncomfortable” Harry loved her sense of style, but some of the shirts had too many straps and looked quite difficult and complicated to wear.
“Hey! They are very comfortable” Harry gently got her off his lap so he could stand up. “Where are you going?” Y/N asked with a giggle as she watched him leave the room. “Baby!” She yelled after him with no luck.
It only took Harry a few seconds to come back into the room, attempting to wear one of her favorite tops. It was a corset that had been recently sent to her. Y/N was quite impressed that Harry had been able to button it at least a bit.
“This? This is torture” Y/N let loose a loud laugh as Harry turned, showing her how poorly he had been able to tie it at the back. “How can you wear this?”
“That’s a corset baby. They are meant to be uncomfortable” Harry shook his head to his girlfriend as he tried his best not to stand straight and potentially ruin the modern-day torture machine. “What about my Rolling Stones tee? I am sure you can wear that one” He left frowning in search of the shirt.
Y/N’s hands itched to record the small, private fashion show that was taking place. She abstained knowing that if she wasn’t concentrated on recording, the sweet memory of her boyfriend wearing her clothes, would be further preserved in her mind.
“Loot at you! That one fits” She giggled at Harry as he stood before her with his hands on his hips. He looked exactly like that episode on Friends when Ross squeezed himself into Rachel’s favorite shirt. One of their personal favorite episodes.
“I might tear it” He chuckled minutes before he yanked it off his body. “Did I prove my point?” Harry asked as he flopped back on the couch beside her.
“Fine” Y/N exhaled loudly and standing up. “you clearly can't wear my shirts. Therefore, I will have to stop wearing your clothes” she frowned, grabbing the hem of the shirt and pulling over her head.
“Wha’ are yeh doing?”
“Giving you your shirt back” She responded innocently undressing in front of her boyfriend. “Too bad” she shrugged. “My boyfriend sings about treating people with kindness but doesn’t allow his girlfriend to wear his favorite shirts” She teased, “What would his fans say?”
“Oh! That’s it! Y’are getting it!” Harry laughed as he shot up from the couch and went chasing after his topless girlfriend around the house. Their laughs and love-filled the halls of their house, the very same thing that built the foundation of their forever home.
Author’s note: Hey everyone, here is the first part of this mini-series. I hope you like it! Let me know if you want to be on the tag list. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN only for H.
DISCLAIMER; I DONT KNOW ITALIAN! (only English, French and Spanish) I clearly used a translator. I am aware their translations are SHIT sometimes. Therefore I am sorry if I butcher it! I didn’t mean to!
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Harry Styles, can still recall the first day he was enthralled by her conspicuous beauty. At first, he reckoned he had done the unavoidable. He had moved to Italy for the summer, and he had managed to fall in love with an Italian girl; that he had never spoken to. He had only observed her from afar — too shy to ever think of approaching her. Nonetheless, the young woman was a sight to behold. He promised himself that he would only watch from afar. It felt forbidden and somewhat illegal. The feeling that bubbled within him was enough reason to continue his study of her.
After his first visit to Italy, he had fallen in love with the country. Hence, why he had rented out a house in a coastal town. The country’s natural and effortless beauty inspired him to write new music for his upcoming album. The beautiful sunsets, the sunny mornings, the art, and the food brought peace and tranquility to him. It was the perfect place for him to hide — for a while. It was on one of his morning runs; he first noticed her.
She wore a bright yellow bikini that exposed most of her olive skin to the sun rays. She sat on a striped towel that she had laid out on the hot sand. Her hair was slicked back and wet after she had dipped in the ocean to refresh her body.
Of course, she never caught sight of his dilated pupils or the way he had leaned forward — lured by her beauty. Her attention was preoccupied with a hardcover of Pride and Prejudice; that she had brought along as a source of entertainment for the day. The young woman appeared too indulged in the printed words to notice his existence.
He watched her for a few hours. Now and then he would remind himself of the hundred reasons why he shouldn’t approach. He had even managed to take a few steps towards her. Harry eventually removed himself as soon as it became too much. He had beaten the temptation.
The first time he spoke to her was at a local restaurant. Harry had taken himself out on a late lunch date. He had dressed up nicely and had walked to the bistro. He noticed her presence after taking his first sip out of his freshly served Chardonnay. She sat on the table across from him. This time she wasn't submerged in a book. He could finally admire her natural beauty up close. The fullness of the apples of her cheeks, her long dark eyelashes, her red-tinted lips, and of course light sunburn on her upper cheeks and across the bridge of her nose.
A few minutes later, her order had arrived. It was ricotta and mushroom stuffed ravioli in a black truffle sauce. She was stuffing her face when they made eye contact. Harry’s lips curved upwards creating a lopsided smile as she scrambled to clean the creamy sauce off her face. He hadn't said anything to her, but she already felt embarrassed.
”Sono deliziosa?” He had done it. He couldn’t just watch her and pray she’d take the first step. It was time to put his Italian to the test. He had been practicing his Italian and even though he already had a few weeks on the Amalfi coast; he still struggled to comprehend. Harry only hoped she would be able to understand him.
”E molto deliziosa” She smiled at him for the first time. She beamed, radiating an intoxicating wave of warmth and happiness towards him. Her lips parted open for a split second but before she could utter a word the waiter approached.
“Hai bisogno di qualcos’ altro?” He was asking her if she needed anything else. She understood what he was asking, but she couldn’t remember how to say cheese.
“Fuck” she said under her breath. “Queso. Fromage. Cheese” She had forgotten how to speak. All her languages had mixed in one and the wires had crossed. “How do you say it?” She whispered under her breath, her cheeks warmed in embarrassment as the waiter tried to comprehend.
“Formaggio. Ha bisogno di formaggio parmigiano, per favore” Harry interrupted, noticing her uneasiness and her inevitable embarrassment. He knew that it wasn’t his business and he shouldn’t have been listening to the conversation, but he had to help her.
The waiter turned his attention to the young celebrity. He was also a bit surprised that Harry had spoken for her. He had seen that Harry kept to himself. He usually attended dinner on his own and hardly even bothered to use his phone. “Inmediatamente”.
“Thank you” She thanked Harry as soon as the waiter had left in search of the parmesan cheese that she so craved. Harry’s excessive focus on watching the server carrying out her request had prevented him from realizing that she spoke perfect English. He had to stop himself from gasping when processed her delicate voice. She had an accent. Slight. Gentle. Barely-there and it wasn’t Italian. He would later learn that her R’s made it more prominent.
“It’s alright. It happens” She instantly recognized who he was. Her heart raced for a minute or two, but she restrained herself from making a huge scene. After all, it was Harry Styles. Whom she considered, the most stylish man of her generation. The man could wear a curtain and still pull it off. “I am Harry” He rises a bit from his seat, extending his right hand.
“Catalina” She shakes his hand with a smile. “So, what brings you here?” Even her name was attractive — he wondered.
“Is’not obvious?”
“Not really. Enlighten me” The stranger gives him a small smirk while placing her napkin over her lap after crossing her legs under the table. Harry purges his lips as he uses his index finger and thumb to slightly tug on his bottom lip.
His whole plan to stay away from her had failed. Did he regret it?. Hell no! He just hoped he had chosen wisely.
“The art” He reveals as he watches her cut one of her ravioli before putting it in her mouth. She responds by only nodding; too indulged in the explosion of flavors within her mouth.
“Music?” She hums as she brings the glass of wine up to her mouth. “ I thought you were more of a dolce far niente type of man” her mouth curved into a smile. Dolce far niente means pleasant relaxation in carefree idleness. Harry instantly identified the phrase from Julia Roberts's famous movie — Eat, Pray, Love. She remembered reading somewhere that he was a rom-com fan.
“Are you?” He shot back. There was no doubt that he was intrigued by her.
“Si” She shrugged as she pushed around some ravioli.
“Then we have more in common than I thought, Catalina” Her name rolled off his tongue without any strain. It was as if he had been practicing for months. She had never heard her name sound so attractively. Sure, he had an accent, but it was still beautifully pronounced.
Harry’s order arrived moments later. He had ordered the classic spaghetti bolognese. He grabbed his fork and knife and right before digging into the plate, he looked up at her. Catalina had been watching him since silence had fallen upon them. His smirk grew into a soft chuckle as their eyes met. She giggled at him and first noticed his dimples. She now understood everyone's obsession with his smile.
“Would you join me?” Catalina spluttered after a few minutes of mentally debating with herself. She felt her heart beating in her throat and her hands dripping with sweat as other parts of her body. It was all very hot.
Catalina wasn’t the type of woman to initiate conversation. She rarely even texts first!. Her excuse is usually that she doesn’t want to bother or interrupt. In reality, she is scared shitless to make a fool out of herself. Therefore, she was quite surprised by herself to have asked him to have dinner together.
Harry cocked his head with his lips pursed. To her, he looked very pensive as if he was making a big decision. She didn’t blame him. He was on vacation and the last thing he wanted was to be photographed with a random girl and for questions to be asked. Although, he had already agreed in his mind. He just couldn’t come across as desperate. Even though he was. Harry wanted to know more.
His fingers tucked his clothed napkin into the collar of his shirt. A chuckle left his lips as he pushed his seat back and raised on his feet. He held his plate and utensils with one hand while his glass of wine with the other.
“So, where are you from?” Harry was first to ask, as he twisted his spaghetti around his folk. Catalina leaned back on her seat, her fingers clenching around her wine glass as she finished swallowing. “I am English” he laughs as if his accent didn’t give it away.
“Really? Bet my life you were Italian” Catalina bantered
“What gave it away?”
“The facial hair and the good head of locks” Harry grinned covering his face with his hands, feeling his cheeks heating up. He felt ridiculous for blushing at such a minuscule compliment. “But anyway, I was born in South America, but raised in Spain by my aunt”. She revealed playing with the small droplets around the cup of ice water that had been forgotten.
“And what are you doing here?”
“I study here” She had just finished her first semester. “Well not here, but in Rome. I am majoring in art history”.
The not so strangers sat for hours and indulged in one more bottle of wine. Harry encouraged her to pick but she politely refused. She said that she hadn’t spent enough time in Italy to know what was best.
She told him about her parents. Her father had walked out on her mother after she had told him that she was expecting. Catalina also shared with him how she felt after losing her mother to cancer when she was only ten. She was quite surprised at herself. She had never shared so much with anyone. Let alone, someone she had met that same night. Harry brought her some kind of comfort that she had no idea she needed.
Harry listened to her. She hadn’t finished speaking and answering his previous question and he already had another one formulated. He liked hearing her speak. She allowed him to pick at her brain and he liked what he saw. She was driven, independent, somewhat lonely, but incredibly smart. Catalina was also unbelievably wise for her age.
“What about you? Is fame all you thought it would be?” Catalina asked moments after they had been kicked out of the restaurant. They eventually had to close. Harry held what was left of the bottle as they walked down the isolated streets.
“That’s a heavily loaded question” He chuckled, “It’s way more complicated and difficult. I think I expected to never feel lonely by the continuous abundance of people around me. But in reality, sometimes it feels lonelier than when I was just Harry” Harry shrugged, masking the pain that the vulnerability that he suddenly felt.
“I get it. The screams and faces don’t match the number of people close to you” Catalina was not famous but she could understand where he was coming from. Sure, her aunt had raised her, but she had felt lonely for most of her life. Her mother's death had felt a gaping hole in her life that no one has ever been able to fulfill.
“M’not ungrateful for my friends but I do feel lonely. I guess I haven't found what I am looking for” Harry flashed her a reassuring smile as they walked down to the main road. “Let me help yeh” He had seen her struggling to walk over the cobblestone streets. She wore low heel sandals that complemented the white satin dress that she has opted for. Unfortunately, the heels were thin enough to slip through the stones making her overly cautious where she stepped.
Harry switched the bottle to his other hand and offered his hand for her to take. She stopped momentarily and stared at his massive hands. They were bare. His famous rings were missing as if they had gone on a vacation too. She took his hand and was slightly surprised at their softness. She had expected them to be rough but they were quite the opposite.
“Thank you”
“No problem” He wanted to spend more time with her. He wished that the night wasn’t ending. “I would invite you for some gelato, but it’s quite late. I doubt there is any place opened”
“How long are you staying?” Catalina asked as she noticed them approaching the entrance of her hotel.
“A few more weeks” the splendor of the lights of the entrance of the hotel illuminated her features. Harry couldn’t help thinking how lovely she looked.
“I’ve had a lovely time. Will I see you tomorrow?”
“M’not planning on goin anywhere” Catalina reached up, resting a delicate hand on his shoulder, she kissed his cheek.
“I’ll see you around then” She gave him a little wave as she walked her way through the doors. She would later realize that she hadn’t only kissed him because it was part of her culture and tradition but because he managed to ignite a flame within her — that one had ever done before.
