Delicate: Jealous a Valentine’s Day check in🌟
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CW: bit of jealous Harry, obsessive behavior, smut, banter, minor language, the nickname muffin is back (sorry not sorry) and a dash of possessive Harry.
Word Count: 6.4K
A/N: It’s been a minute since we’ve seen these two so I hope y’all enjoy a little glimpse into how your fave freaky friends to lovers duo is doing!🌟
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Summary: You and Harry attend a party and it makes him just a little jealous how much attention a certain friend of yours is giving you🌟
Harry feels every muscle in his body go tense as he watches the scene in front of him unfold, his eyes hold a harsh glare as they focus on the arm that’s draped over your shoulder pulling you closer into the side of someone that Harry knows is just a friend but he also knows this happens to be a friend you’ve shared a drunken kiss with. You have a smile on your face as you laugh at something Zayn just whispered in your ear, normally the bubbly and joyous sound of your laughter has Harry’s heart melting and his face breaking out into a grin because it’s one of his favorite sounds but when it hits his ears from across the small room it just makes his jaw clench and his grip tighten on the watered down glass of whiskey in his hand all because he knows he’s not the reason behind it.
Harry is well aware that he has a nasty jealousy streak when it comes to you, even when you two were just friends he would always find himself getting irrationally upset anytime he wasn’t able to be with you but someone else like Niall or Zayn was. He knows your relationship with the handsome dark haired man that your sharing a laugh with is strictly platonic, Zayn has always been one of the few people in your life that you can count on to be there whenever you need him no matter what you need him for and he’s glad you have a friend like that but it doesn’t change the fact that as silly as he knows it sounds, Harry would much rather you only call him for anything and everything. He doesn’t like to share your attention and that’s only amplified ever since he exchanged the title of being your bestfriend for being your boyfriend almost a year ago. And now that the two of you have been living together ever since the lease ended at your tiny apartment Harry paid the last four months of rent at he has noticed that his jealousy has somehow morphed into a kind of possessiveness that drives him a bit mad when he sees other people’s eyes linger on you for a beat too long or someone lean in too closely when trying to engage in conversation with you.
It’s gotten to a point where he’s even snapped at Niall for simply placing a hand on your lower back when he was standing beside you for a photo at Amelia’s birthday dinner a few weeks back. There’s just something about you in a social setting when you’re surrounded by people that causes a prickling and burning need for Harry to stake his claim over you as if you’re some sort of thing he’s managed to win. But even as horrible as that sounds he can’t always fight off the urge to act on those feelings and it usually ends up with him dragging you away to a bathroom or a secluded corner somewhere and reminding you how good only he can make you feel, letting you return back to socializing with a blissful smile on your face and a few red blotchy marks on your neck to ward off any unwanted advances.
He does all of this because he just can’t fathom the idea of someone else not knowing you’re his, not knowing that he’s the one you’re leaving with and that he’s the only one who gets to know what it feels like to be loved by you. And by the looks of it, Harry fears he might have to make his way over to you sooner rather than later and steal you away for a bit because something about the way Zayn is so casually leaning down and whispering things to you making you smile and giggle has his blood reaching a boiling point.
“You keep looking at him like that his heads gonna explode.” Harry just rolls his eyes as Niall appears next to where he’s standing at the bar.
“And that would be a bad thing?” Harry asks without any hint of playfulness making Niall let out a laugh as Harry places his glass down on the poorly decorated bar that just has a few rose petals scattered on top of it.
“Yeah it would be a bad thing I mean look at him,” Niall motions towards you and Zayn with his hand that’s not holding a beer bottle. “He’s bloody beautiful.”
“He’s decent looking.”
“Decent? Oh fuck right off with that—we both know that man is attractive.”
“If you think he’s so fit why don’t you go over there and take my girlfriend’s place huh?—let him whisper in your ear and make you giggle like a school girl with a crush.” Harry’s harsh words have Niall slowly looking over at his bestfriend who is glaring at the side of Zayn’s head, all the angles of Harry’s face take on a harsher appearance and it all begins to click in Niall’s mind why suddenly your friendship with the tall dark and handsome man standing next to you is such an issue.
“You need to calm down before your jealousy gets you in trouble—they have been friends for years Harry and nothing has ever-”
“They kissed once.”
“What? Really? When? No—no one told me anything about a kiss.”
“I don’t know probably years ago it was a dare or something and-”
“And clearly it didn’t mean anything because she’s with you and they are still just friends.” This makes Harry let out an annoyed sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes still on Zayn as the two of you continue to talk amongst the small group of friends you’re standing in the middle of. “Seriously Harry this whole jealous boyfriend thing isn’t cute and it’s gonna piss her off if you don’t get it under control.” If Niall only knew that when Harry gets in these kinds of moods you don’t usually mind that much, because you understand that sometimes he just needs some reassurance but then again Harry hasn’t ever felt this intense of a mixture of both jealousy and possessiveness pumping through his veins like some sort of drug, and he isn’t at all sure how you’re going to handle it.
But he’s about to find out.
“Don’t worry Niall.” Harry says with a mischievous looking smile on his face as he turns to look Niall in the eye. “I have it all under control.” This makes a loud booming laugh come out of the Irishman’s mouth as Harry shoots him a wink before turning and heading in your direction while Niall just shakes his head and turns towards the bar so he doesn’t have to see whatever scene he knows Harry is about to cause.
“You have got it all wrong—Noah was never going to marry anyone else. He was in love with Allie and just Allie.” Harry grins as the sound of your voice hits his ears, he can tell by the tone of it that you’re in the middle of a very intense but still playful argument with the man next to you who Harry watches roll his eyes at you.
“I know all of that I’m saying that Allie didn’t give a fuck about our boy Noah—she was out there moving on and getting engaged so I just think he deserved better that’s all.” You let out an exaggerated huff as Zayn explains his side of things with a smile and just as Harry gets an arms length away from you Zayn reaches over and fixes the silver S pendant you wear on a delicate silver chain around your neck that’s somehow managed to flip over during the evening, seeing his hand casually graze your soft skin has Harry’s vision going red. “You look lovely tonight by the way.” Even though the way the words roll off Zayn’s tongue hold not even a tiny hint of flirtatiousness Harry can’t help but feel his hands balling up into firsts at his sides.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime babe.” Just as the petname falls out of Zayn’s mouth Harry is stepping behind you, his green eyes catch Zayn’s honey brown ones and the smile he gives Harry nearly sends him over the edge with how fake it is.
You can sense him before you feel his large hands grab onto you, having always been able to tell when Harry’s around by the way he causes all the attention in the room to be turned in his direction even if he doesn’t necessarily want it. The moment you feel the firmness of his grip when one of his hands lands on your hip you start to get an idea of what kind of mood he’s in because you know that for some reason your friendship with the man next to you has always stirred up some feelings of jealousy within Harry. But then he places his other hand on the side of your neck so his thumb can run up and down the back of it soothingly before giving it a small squeeze and it solidifies your earlier assumption about what kind of mood Harry is in and it has a small ripple of excitement spreading through your body, already knowing exactly how Harry handles his jealousy.
“Sorry to interrupt.” You hold back a laugh as you lean into Harry’s touch making a smile spread across his face as he keeps his eyes locked on Zayn. “You don’t mind if I steal her away for a moment do you?” He asks with a quirk of his brow making Zayn laugh as he gives Harry a shrug.
“Go for it mate—it’s not like she belongs to me or anything.” You look over at Zayn just in time to see him glance down at you and shoot you a little wink as he lifts his champagne glass up to his lips because you’re not the only one who is aware of what is happening in this situation and sometimes Zayn just can’t help himself when it comes to how easy it is to rile Harry up.
“Exactly.” Harry’s tone holds a harsh edge to it and you feel his grip on your hip tighten causing the silky material of your pink sparkly dress to bunch up under his fingertips. You don’t even have time to tell Zayn bye before Harry is giving your hip a small push so you start walking in his desired direction, his hand doesn’t leave your neck as your feet start moving but he lets his hand drop away from your hip so he can reach over and grab the drink out of your hand that you’re only halfway done with.
“I wasn’t done with that.” You tell him with a pout when he places it on an empty table as the two of you walk by, Harry lets out a small chuckle as he leans down so his lips are next to your ear.
“Don’t worry baby—I’ll get you another one when we’re done.” You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as his words make your mind start to swirl with all the possibilities of what he could possibly mean, his voice is deep and you don’t miss the lust filled husky undertone to it that has your core starting to throb with a familiar sense of anticipation.
“Okay.” Harry doesn’t need to see your face to know you’re started to get flustered, your breathy mumble gives it all away making him smile as he leans down further so he can place a quick kiss to the top of your shoulder, his lips are warm against your skin that’s visible thanks to the thin strap of your knee length dress that Harry bought for you to wear just for this occasion.
“Have I told you today how much I love you?” He asks as he continues to steer you towards a dark hallway with a door at the end of it that leads to a stairwell and only has one dimly lit light on the wall above a picture of the New York City skyline.
“No I—I don’t think you have?” You say with a light tease to your voice making Harry just let out a hum in response.
“Well that just won’t do will it? Considering this whole dumb party is meant to be about love and all that.” Harry looks around to make sure no one is paying the two of you too much unwanted attention before he moves so he can push open the door letting you walk into the stairwell that’s only lit with a few fluorescent lights, their low buzz being the only sound in the enclosed space.
“It is not dumb you just don’t like the fact Zayn beat you to the idea of hosting a Valentine’s Day party.” Harry’s eyes darken as the other man’s name falls out of your mouth as you step into the stairwell with him following behind you and before you can even fully get the last word out and turn around to face him, he’s using his grip on your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.
Your eyes shut as his lips move against yours feverishly, his tongue swipes across your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. Your hands tangle into his hair and you don’t even hear the door shut as Harry manages to maneuver the two of you into the corner of the the stairwell until you feel your back being pressed up against the wall with his back facing the door blocking anyone’s view of you if they happen to step out needing some air or to leave the party in a hurry. Harry’s hands gives your sides a squeeze before traveling down your body until he’s grabbing at the skirt of your dress and pushing it up towards your hips, you feel him smile against your lips when you automatically spread your legs enough for him to fit between.
“This is such a nice dress.” He mumbles against the skin of your jaw. “Know you like to be a little messy but we don’t wanna ruin it now do we muffin?”
Your mind starts to go fuzzy as Harry calls you the petname he now saves for very specific situations because it serves as a reminder of how he still happily continues to pay your way through life, and sometimes it can plant a seed of guilt that grows into a toxic vine that latches onto every innocent gift or small token of his love for you and turns it into something that leaves you feeling unworthy and creates an ever growing list of things you feel you haven’t earned and surely don’t deserve. But Harry knows you well enough to know that slipping it into moments like this, when he has his hands on you and his lips peppering kisses all over your neck it will only have you further melting into his touch and turn you desperate for more of him and that’s exactly how Harry likes you, desperate for him.
Especially when he’s losing the battle against his jealousy.
“N—no don’t want to ruin it because y—you bought it for me and it’s so pretty.” You whisper as one of Harry’s hands slides between your legs softly rubbing his thumb over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Your words have Harry holding back a grin as his lips find yours for a kiss that’s too quick for your liking making you poke your bottom lip out in a pout when he pulls away and locks eyes with you.
“You know I love buying pretty things for you baby.” His tone is soft as he drags his hand higher up your thigh, he lets out a deep sigh that turns into a dark chuckle as he rests his forehead on top of your shoulder. “Fuckin’ hell muffin why is it you never wear anything underneath dresses like this?” Your hands grab onto his shoulders as he turns his head so his lips are only a breath away from the sensitive skin of your neck while his thumb expertly finds your clit, rubbing over it in slow circles that has your head leaning back against the wall. “I buy you all those cute little sets and yet most of the time all I find is your bare drippy little cunt underneath all your pretty dresses and skirts—why is that hmmm?” He asks as he slips his index finger into your needy center making you arch into him, his hand on your hip keeps you still when you start to buck your hips as his thumb increases its pressure on your bundle of nerves.
“Because I—I want you to be able to-” a low moan cuts off the rest of your sentence as Harry adds his middle finger and starts to slowly slip his thick digits in and out of your wetness.
“Want me to be able to what sweetheart?” He asks as he presses his lips to the top of your shoulder, he feels your hands tighten their hold on his shoulders as he quickens the pace of his fingers.
“To touch me.” You answer with a soft moan as Harry adds a third finger letting you get hit with the welcomed stretch you always feel with the thickness of his fingers being tucked inside you making a gentle warmth spread through you.
“Hmmm I don’t know muffin I think you do it so I can do a little more than just touch you—we’ve been in this situation before haven’t we?” He teases as he keeps your hip pinned to the wall not allowing you to try and match the pace of his fingers that he has pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace that’s turning your dull need for him into a blazing hunger. “Tell me the truth.” His eyes find yours as he quickens his pace, curving his fingers in the way he knows will have you willing to do or say whatever he wants because a tiny part of you is worried if you don’t he’ll stop and put an end to how good it makes you feel.
“I want—want you to f—fuck me that’s why I do—do it.” Your words come out a muttered mess as Harry pulls you closer and closer to the edge of your release with each movement of his wrist that drags his fingers out of you and then pushes them back into your achy center.
“You always want me to fuck you while we are out like this—always need me to make you feel good even if it’s in some random bedroom at a party or in the bathroom of a club you’re always so needy for me aren’t you baby?” His words have memories of the two of you in very similar situations playing in your head and Harry can’t help but smile as he feels you start to clench around his thick fingers. “You like it when other people can hear how good I make you feel don’t you muffin?” You can only manage to nod as Harry’s hold on your hip loosens just enough that you can grind down onto his hand making you let out a loud moan that bounces off the cold walls letting the soft echo of your voice hit Harry’s ears.
Your head leans back against the wall and Harry can’t help but get lost in the sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked center, so much so that he misses the very telling moan of his name that falls from your mouth that usually signals him you are only moments away from your undoing. But lucky for him Harry has gotten to know your body better than anyone and he can sense how close you are based on the way your walls start fluttering around his fingers and your hips keep jerking uncontrollably while your hands tighten their hold on his shoulders. Harry pumps his thick digits into your warm wet cunt, his eyes darken as he watches your face twist up in pleasure but then he has to fight off a smirk when your mouth forms a small pout when he doesn’t make any moves to continue the delicious pace he was thrusting his fingers in just a few moments ago.
“Tell me baby who is it that can get you this wet and messy with just a few fingers?” His voice holds that certain edge to it that has your insides trembling. “I know you’re close—I know all you need is for me to wiggle my fingers and you’ll be making such a mess it’ll be dripping down my wrist before you’re even done chanting my name.” His breath is hot on your neck as he whispers in your ear before sticking the tip of his tongue out and licking a delicate stripe down the side of your jaw making you let out a breathy moan. “So just be a good little muffin and tell me—who makes you such a pretty mess like this?” Harry can’t help himself but to press his lips into yours when you pucker them for a quick kiss as he drags his lips over the smooth skin of your jaw.
“You—you do.” Harry shakes his head and lets out a disapproving sound at your rushed answer.
“What’s my name baby?” He asks quietly as your knees threaten to give out as he gives his fingers a small wiggle while pushing them deeper into your center, the metal of his rings sending a pleasant shiver through you as they get tucked up against your entrance.
“H—Harry.” Your voice is shaky and Harry smiles to himself as one of your hands grabs at the back of his neck while you move your hips to create a delicious friction with his thumb that’s pressed against your clit.
“Little louder muffin—know you can do better than that.” He teases as he adds more pressure to your bundle of nerves sending a shock wave through you that has your eyes snapping closed and your hand tangling into Harry’s hair as the thin cord that was holding you together snaps.
“Harry—oh fuck Harry Harry—oh oh god.” Your loud cry of his name mixed with a few moans has a grin spreading across Harry’s face as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, his grip on your hip and your hand on his shoulder and in his hair the only things keeping you from crumbling to the floor as your orgasm plows into you like a freight train. “D—don’t stop Harry oh please—please don’t stop.” Your voice is pleading and desperate sounding as his lips place little kisses to the top of your shoulder as he fucks his fingers in and out of you trying to prolong your moment of pleasure for as long as he can. He lets out a throaty groan when your hand gives his hair a harsh tug before you rest your forehead on his shoulder, finally feeling the fog of your climax rising as you try to catch your breath while he slowly slides his fingers from your center. “W—want more Harry—please.” Harry has to close his eyes as your hand slides off his shoulder and starts to travel down his chest, he lets out a moan when your palm lays flat against his painfully hard cock that’s being held back by the black slacks of his suit.
“God I wanna fuck you so bad baby—stuff your greedy little hole full of my big cock—make you walk around all night with me dripping down your thighs.” You hear him let out a deep groan as your hands work open his belt and undo his zipper.
“Want that so bad Harry—please.” Normally you begging for Harry to fuck you would have him turning to putty in your hands and make him do anything you wanted but he has always had a rule about not doing certain things in public and giving you his cock is one of them.
“I want to baby trust me I want to so bad but—not here muffin—” he tells you with a kiss to your pouty lips. “I’ll let you ride me in the car on the way home since we have a driver for tonight—know you love to bounce on my cock.” He hears you let out a sad whine when he pulls away making him let out a little chuckle as he moves his hand from your hip so he can fix his pants, but just as he’s about to pull up the zipper you’re pulling him down by the back of his neck so your lips are near his ear.
“Please Harry—I’ll be so good and let the whole party know only you and your big fat cock get to fuck my pretty pussy—please let me have it.” Your filthy words have Harry pushing all his usual rules to the side as you pull away just enough to look him in his lust filled eyes just before he presses his lips against yours in a rough and hungry kiss. His hands are grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to his chest, your hands grab hold of his pink dress shirt that perfectly matches your dress and you let out a small squeak that Harry just swallows down as he suddenly turns the two of you and starts to walk you backwards until your lower back meets something cold and metal.
“Turn around.” He demands softly as he pulls away from your heated kiss, you don’t hesitate to do what he says and you feel your heart start to beat harder when you realize he has you pressed against a half wall with a handrail, the wall separates the level of the stairwell the two of your are currently on from the set of stairs that will take you to the lower levels. “I never have been able to say no to you have I baby?” He says with a sigh as his hands make quick work of pushing the skirt of your dress up over your hips, you feel him press his lips to the back of your neck as you place your palms flat against the cold concrete wall. You feel a tingling of excitement and anticipation as the sound of Harry messing with his slacks hits your ears before his hand that isn’t holding your dress up gently pushes at your back encouraging you to bend over.
“Got me so obsessed with you and your perfect cunt that I’ll do anything you want.” You let out a gasp that turns into a soft moan as you feel Harry grab the soft flesh of your ass giving it a harsh squeeze, he lets out a deep groan as you feel him drag the leaky tip of his hard cock back and forth through your slick folds teasingly nudging at your entrance making you whine as you clench around nothing. “No whining muffin—you wanted this remember? You wanted my cock so bad so you’ll take whatever I give you.” You feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as he gives you one harsh thrust pushing his thick cock deep into your needy cunt. “Shit baby I’m not even all the way in and I can feel you squeezing me already.” You let out a loud moan as his hand gives your ass a squeeze before grabbing your other hip, Harry groans as he looks down and watches the rest of his length disappear into your wetness pressing his hips up against your backside letting you only get a moment to adjust to the familiar fullness of him before he’s pulling his hips back just enough to slam back into you.
“Oh fuck.” You moan as you lean forward so Harry can hit deeper with each harsh thrust, before you can even think twice you press your cheek against the wall and let out a sigh at the sensation of the cold wall against your warm skin.
“Be good for me muffin and let this whole building know who fucks you so good—tell everyone whose big cock you love so much.” His voice is rough as his grip on your hips tighten and he pounds into your at a relentless pace making your chest bounce with each harsh thrust, the strap of your dress slips off your shoulder causing one of your breasts to fall out but you don’t have it in you to care, only being able to focus on Harry and how you can practically feel him everywhere and loving how overwhelming he is.
“Sh—shit oh god—Harry.” You cry out his name as his hand reaches around and cups your breast in his hand, your eyes squeeze closed as he rubs the pad of his thumb over your pebbled nipple before giving it a pinch with his thumb and index finger. “Harry—please please Harry—oh yes.” You don’t really know what you’re saying as he moves your hips to match his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin mixed with the squelching of your soaked cunt as Harry pumps his fat cock in and out of you is obscene and the thought of anyone hearing it sends a shiver of excitement down your spine.
“So good baby doing so fucking good for me—love your pussy so much god it’s so perfect and takes my cock so well.” He pants as his pace gets sloppy, you lean your head back as he leans over so his lips can press against the top of your shoulder as he circles your nipple with his thumb. “Know you’re close baby—be my messy little muffin and soak my cock so I can give you what you really want.” His voice is low as he kisses his way up your neck, you let out a soft moan as the tip of his cock nudges the spot deep inside you that has you pushing your hips back into him and your eyes rolling back.
“Shit—Harry.” He can’t help but grin as you cry out his name as your walls start to flutter and clench around him, he moves his hand to your lower tummy helping you keep upright as you get hit with your release.
“Fuck baby—shit I’m so close.” Your mind is foggy as Harry keeps up his brutal pace while he lets go of your dress so he can reach out and interlock his fingers with one of your hands that’s against the wall. “Tell me how bad you want it muffin—let me hear how much you want me to fill your needy cunt up.” His breath is warm on your skin as he presses his hips firmly against your ass letting feel him throbbing deep inside you.
“Want it so bad—need it Harry please please let me have it I want it so—so bad please.” You beg as his lips press against your neck, you moan his name when you feel his teeth lightly nip at your ear.
“Okay baby—I’ll give it to you.” His voice is soothing as if he wasn’t the one that asked you to beg for him and it hold a gentleness to it, not at all matching the situation the two of you are in and in a tender moment you feel his hand give yours a squeeze before he moans your name over and over in your ear as he start to pump you full of his release. You let out a soft moan as you feel the addictive warmth that spreads throughout your whole body as he slowly rolls his hips into you dragging out the bliss of your climax until your muddled thoughts start to uncloud themselves.
“Oh wow.” You breath out with a laugh making Harry smile as he lets go of your hand so he can grab your hips and slowly start to pull out of you, he fixes his pants before kneeling down just enough so he can see the mixture of your releases slowly leaking out of your glistening hole. “Don’t be a perv Harry.” He lets out a laugh as he reaches a hand out and swipes the tip of his index finger through your folds so he can gather some of the mixture up so he can get a little taste, not being able to control himself when it comes to getting to sample the delicious way the two of your releases taste when mixed together.
“It’s not pervy if it’s my girlfriend’s cunt I’m staring at.”
“Okay well you have your girlfriend’s cunt on display so can you maybe-” your words get cut off by Harry’s hands pulling your dress back down over your ass while you adjust the top of it making sure your straps are secure on tops of your shoulders.
“I love you baby—so so so much.” He mumbles as he turns you around so he can cup the sides of your face. “Sorry I got a little jealous—I think I got it all out of my system now.” You roll your eyes as he leans down to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.
“I love you too Harry.” You tell him as he pulls away with a smile on his face. “I kinda like it when you get jealous—even if it is silly because you know Zayn is-”
“Baby please don’t say another man’s name while my cum is literally dripping down your legs.” You let out a scoff and swat at his chest making him laugh as he drops his hands to your waist.
“You are so annoying.”
“I know—now come on let’s get back to this lame party.”
“You think anyone heard us?” Harry rubs his lips together to hold back a smirk as he grabs your hand and walks towards the door that leads back to the party.
“No I’m sure no one heard us—or at least not enough to actually know what was really going on.” You roll your eyes as he opens the door for you.
“Just for that I’m going to have a shot at the bar with Zayn and Niall while you go wash your hands.” Harry pokes his bottom lip out into a pout as the two of you walk down the dark hallway and back towards the party.
“So bossy.” He huffs as he leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I like it.” You giggle as he gives your hip a pinch before letting go of your hand so he can search for the nearest restroom to wash up. “Behave yourself while I’m gone baby.” He says with a wink making you just wave him off with a roll of your eyes.
“Yeah yeah whatever go away.” You mumble slipping back into the lighthearted and teasing way the two of you talk to one another as he heads off in the opposite direction of you.
“I don’t know love I think it has to be the red one.” You quirk a brow at Harry as he gets situated between your legs in the oversized bathtub that he pouted and all but begged to join you in after getting home from Zayn’s Valentine’s Day party. “He’s way better than the blue one and—well he just looks the coolest.” He adds as you wrap your arms around his shoulders making the warm bubble filled water slosh around the edge of the tub.
“You are so wrong—the white power ranger is the coolest one but the black one is the one who looks the best.” You argue making him roll his eyes as he leans his head back so it’s resting on his shoulder while you run your fingers up and down his chest.
“How are you even saying that when yellow is your favorite?”
“Because I know yellow is a badass but I also know that when it comes to looks no one is beating black.” This makes Harry laugh as his hands soothing run up and down the sides of your thighs.
“I hope these are the types of things we argue about when we’re old and gray.” Harry’s voice is smooth and gives you a feeling of comfort as his words wrap around you like a warm hug.
“You think you’ll still want to be with me when we’re all old and wrinkly?” Your question has Harry sitting up so he can turn around and press his back against the other side of the tub, his hands immediately reaching out for you so he can pull you into his lap making you giggle as the water splashes over the edge of the tub just a bit with the movement.
“There’s never going to be a time when I won’t want to be with you—I’m afraid you’re truly stuck with me until I die.” He tells you softly as his hands rest on your hips. “I love you too much to ever want to live without you.” He adds as he leans in and presses his lips to your forehead.
“I love you too but—wait did you say until you die? As in you plan on dying first?” Harry just shrugs as your hands rest on his chest.
“Well yeah? There’s no way in hell I’m living in a world where you’re not alive so I have to go first.”
“Harry that’s so—oddly romantic but also very narcissistic.” He gives you a dimpled grin and he leans down so his lips are just a breath away from yours.
“I know—that’s kinda my whole thing though isn’t it? Romantically narcissistic.” You don’t even get to finish rolling your eyes before he’s pressing a kiss to your lips that has you smiling against him before pulling away.
“You really are so annoying.”
“Maybe so but at least my favorite power ranger isn’t the yellow one.”
