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(Y/N): You're gonna love me forever, huh; you better?
Harry: The day I die, is the day I'm going to stop loving you.
(Y/N): *stares blankly, and slightly giggles* so ghost you aren't going to love me, you gonna find another bae? Maybe you're gonna fall in love with the cat lady, like what she looked like in the 20's. *laughs at own joke*
Harry: you ruin everything.
ok but Up All Night is a musical masterpiece fuckin fight me
I'm so happy about Harry finally embracing his nationality and culture ,, I'm so proud of my space boy alien
‘Give or Take ll’ - Best Friend! Harry Series
Words: 1,649
Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)
Warnings: Swearing and a Bit of Smut
Part 2: Request part 3 and ideas!!! Xx
A series about H and Y/N, a best friend with benefits can never be good. It depends on how you take it. Xx
Part 1
When she woke, she felt the heat on her back. The heavy breaths filled the silence from him. Harry was against her, full on holding her. He was behind her with his arms around her middle and his head hiding in her neck grove. His breaths were steady, in and out, but his hair was in her face. YN was too scared to move, too scared to disrupt him, yet she had to get up and ignore everything. She needed to continue the day. That is when she realised the heat in between them, but the heat she realised was sweat.
“Oh my god.” she groaned. She heard the shuffling of him, but he didn’t entirely stir. She tried wiggling around, but his grip on her just tightened.
“Harry?” he grumbled, “Can you let me go?” he grumbled again, holding her tighter.
“Stay,” he mumbled into her ear, wrapping his legs around her now.
“Harry, I seriously need to get up.” he let go of her.
YN pulled the covers over her body and began picking up the pieces of clothing on the floor, and heading to her bathroom; dropping them down and turning on the shower. Just then, she opened the door back up and poked her head out.
“Um, Harry, you better be gone when I come out?” she turned back to her shower, closing the door, “And, I mean it!”
The warm water felt good on her body, washing sweat and dirt off of her. It felt good to take the Harry off of her and to get ready for the day. Her hands glided themselves from her shoulders to her breasts, gently massaging them.
“Shh, love.” ringed hands wrapped around her waist, slowly beginning to move them to her breasts. She rolled her head back, as one hand of this foreign person slid it’s way down to her clit, lightly brushing it and cupping it. His fingers began rubbing and she turned her head to meet Harry.
“I told you to go.” he hummed. Her back was against his chest, the shower water hitting them; both becoming soaked.
“Shh, let me help.” she was under his spell.
Her world wasn’t present with his ringed fingers playing around her clit, rubbing and enjoying it. His left hand slowly massaging her left breast. Her moans becoming the sound he wanted to hear. He craved her, his cock telling him. YN felt him from behind, his ever so present boner hitting her bum, poking her, while his fingers danced on her pussy. His breath once again on her back of her neck, sucking it till it was red. She loved sex if she was honest. He loved sex. They love sex, therefore they have it, with one another, and not care.
His hand went away from her slit and her hand automatically went from holding his arm to grabbing it.
“YN.” she looked back, and the second she did so, their whole body position changed, and now she was banged against the tile wall.
His lips attacked, hands rubbing her waist, as she jumped and wrapped around his waist. Him going immediately in her. They had hot, hot, steamy, shower sex.
He came from her bedroom, dressed in yesterday’s clothes, and a towel wrapped around his head.
“What the fuck?” she looked up from her kitchen, holding a mug to her lips. He laughed, taking the mug from her; earning a glare.
“My hair is wet.” he implied.
“When are you gonna cut it? I liked it short with Dunkirk and all.” he laughed, taking a sip of the hot beverage, moaning in delight.
“Never. I kno' you hate it, I like how you react. I'm growing it the length of 2015.” he smiled from across the counter, sitting on a bar stool.
“I never said I hated it. It's just, ah, greasy.” he glared.
“Fuck off,” he mumbled.
“Well, you seem to do that… a lot; caught you a few times, huh?” he rolled his eyes, “I’m not making you breakfast if you think that. I have a date to get too.” his head turned to her direction, quickly, eyes opening with an emotion she couldn’t read.
“A-a… a date?” he said. She hummed in agreement going to her bedroom.
“You haven’t told me this!” he yelled from her kitchen.
“Just did.” she came out with two outfits, “Which one, the beige tank top which will go with my jean jacket, or my grey sweatshirt.” he looked at both.
“That’s mine.”
“Besides the point, anyway, I’m wearing it.” She legit removed her shirt and threw that one on, in front of him.
“Who’s the guy?” she went to the mirror in the hallway and quickly applying her makeup, “Don’t put that shit on, love.”
“Co-worker.” she turned around, signalling her hair, and turned back to the mirror and quickly ruffling it.
“Name?” he was in a bore. Taking her cup of coffee now and grabbing the Bailey's on the counter and pouring more than needed. He desired it with his girl going on a date.
“Tony… from management.” he spat out his coffee.
“Tony from management.” he mimicked, “Do you just realised that we had sex, and now you are going on a date with a different guy?” she laughed, walking to him.
“Is someone jealous?”
“Of Tony?... Never.” she smiled, kissing him on the cheek.
“Get out of my house you loser.” he got up, and headed to the kitchen, grabbing the pot of coffee and refilling his cup, and walking towards the door.
“I’m taking this.” he went to the door, opening it and leaning against the door frame.
“Get out!”
“YN, have you thought about the offer?” and the door closed. ~
The date was going terrible and she needed rescuing. Tony was talking about his boring ass life, and how he loved computers. It was not her type whatsoever. Harry was her type… for sex of course.
“Hey, Tony, um, I need to use the washroom. I’ll be back in five.” he nodded and she hurried to the bathroom and grabbed her phone.
“Harry?”
“How’s Tony?” she rolled her eyes, leaning against the stall of the washroom.
“Tony is fucking boring. I need rescuing, please? The dude is talking about computers and university days and I just have pity because he looks good and all, but he kept talking about his ex-girlfriend and his turtle that got run over by a car-”
“I knew you’d need rescuing. I’m around the corner. I’ll come in, play it cool, and say that you’re my ex and start talking. Or… better idea. We had sex on a one night stand and I want your number.” she laughed.
“Anything to save me from Tedious Tony. Just, remember, I work with him.”
“Ok, love you, bye.” she laughed it off, and went out to the washroom; flushing the toilet behind her. YN looked into the mirror, fixing her hair a bit and makeup, and walked out.
“Sorry about that.” Tony laughed, she died on the inside.
“Well, it’s natural. Holding it for too long can cause damage to the bladder or give you a UTI or both.” she spat her tea out.
“Um… right. So, Tony…”
“Anyway, so I told Amy…” she drifted off for a few seconds, till she heard her name.
“YN?” her head turned to Harry, him playing it off, perfectly. He pointed at her and giving her a raised eyebrow.
“Uh, yes?” she played along.
“Harry, we meant a few nights ago…”
“Right.”
“Thanks so much by the way. The strip club was so boring without you there. Last night was incredible. I never knew you could-”
“Harry,” she looked back to poor old Tony’s wide expression, “I am on a date.”
“Replacing me already, babe?” She looked around, gently giving a weird look to both of people.
“Excuse me, my phone is ringing.” she ran out.
“So, I’m Harry. Total banger that one.” Tony was speechless.
He caught up with her. YN waited outside of his car, red from embarrassment. She looked up to see him smirking.
“Styles, that was pathetic. For a ladies man yourself, I thought you could do better.” she opened the car door and got in.
“Maybe I should’ve played off that I am a friend from Church and we do not believe in sex before marriage, or I should’ve just said, ‘dude, she’s gay.’” she laughed.
“I can’t go to work. After that, he thinks I’m a total slut.” Harry began driving, keeping his glance on the road.
“Come on tour with me.” she turned her head abruptly, “I’m serious. I really do need someone to take care of down there, but I mean it. Take the offer, both offers. Become our photographer for tour. Then when we come back, quit and work back at the tattoo shop; Matt’ll take you back.” she shook her head, “Screw your parents. You hate the magazine office. You loved tattooing, you love photography. Look how good some of these pieces you did on me. Look on you. I’m fucking dead serious.” she rolled her eyes.
“You’re leaving in a week?”
“Yup.”
“I’ll tell you by tomorrow, but right now, we’re gonna get drunk off of box wine and watch ‘Titanic’ and cry our hearts out.” he smiled, patting her thigh.
“Love your thinking, love. Kno’ me so well.”
(Y/N): I think you and I are the most cliché couple I know.
Harry: What do you mean, love?
(Y/N): Like the modern day Romeo and Juliet.
Harry: Awww, is it because we're destined to be together?
(Y/N): *raises eyebrows*, you're so...*groans*, no, idiot, its because we're the biggest imbeciles I know.
Harry: *stares blankly*
(Y/N): and, in the end, we all die.
IS ANYBODY ELSE SEEING MARCEL HERE OR AM I ALONE IN THIS ONE
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