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Summary: No one would ever know that your shy, quiet boyfriend likes to dominate you in bed every night.
A/N: This is an apology for not having mean king out this week! I've been stressed and busy and while I've got chapter 3 mostly ready I don't want to post til it's 100%. So enjoy this fun little taste of my shy dom!harry in the meantime! xoxo
Word Count: 2.8k
Warning: smut, sub/dom dynamics (Harry's degrading but also gives praise!), daddy kink, size kink (yes always size kink)
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When you first met Harry you never imagined the kind of person he was under the quiet shy-guy façade. You had brought your old laptop to him in hopes that he could fix it so you wouldn’t have to buy a new one. His small computer repair shop was highly recommended. And when you saw him, well, he was something out of a dream. Tall with tan skin and light green eyes, a soft smile, dark curls, and he appeared healthy and strong.
Except he was very shy. Quiet. You explained to him the issue with your laptop and he ran a cord up to the desk and plugged it in, typed something on your keyboard, bringing up a strange screen. You watched as he did whatever he was doing and wondered if this guy had ever been laid. You soon learned just how wrong that initial perception was.
“You spend a lot of time here?” You asked in hopes of striking up a conversation.
He scrunched his brows together and looked up at you. “Uh… yeah.” And then he looked back at your screen intently.
But you didn’t stop there. If there was one thing about you it was that you could be kind of relentless. You’d get something out of him one way or another.
And oh boy did you get it. After he told you what he thought he could do to repair your laptop and that he’d have to keep it for a few days you gave him your contact information so he could call you when it was ready. From there… it was kind of a whirlwind after you asked him to hang out a few times.
You knew you could be a bit bossy and direct and so it felt like a really good fit as you got to know him the few weeks after first meeting him. He didn’t seem to mind you making all the plans and telling him what to do and when you introduced him to a couple of friends you ran into at the park one day they also noticed how quiet he was too. He was polite, but he didn’t talk much so you commented to your friends that he was just shy right in front of him and that was the first time you noticed that look from Harry. A sharp glance that made the hairs prick up on your skin. You brushed it off but wondered if he maybe didn’t like you talking about him like that in front of him. Had he been embarrassed by that? You hadn’t said anything mean or untrue but there was something in the way he looked at you that gave you pause.
And that night was the first time you had sex with him. He followed you into your apartment when you expected him to just drop you off like all the other times you'd hung out with him before.
“Oh you’re coming inside?” You grinned at him and he remained quiet as he stalked behind you until you’d opened your door and Harry slammed it closed behind him.
The Harry you knew in public had suddenly been tucked deep down into some hidden pocket and this new brooding man stood before you with dark eyes and a smirk on his face. “Did you have fun bossing me around all day? Talking about me to your friends and laughing?”
You were stunned as he moved in toward you and both of his hands ran up the back of your neck and he titled your head back. “Well? Was that fun for you?”
Swallowing you let out a shocked laugh. “Uh… I mean… I didn’t like mean to hurt your feelings… I just thought…” Of course, you couldn’t find the exact feelings and words at that moment because this was a different man standing over you gripping the back of your neck.
“Can’t spit out your words, little brat? How unusual that you suddenly can’t yammer on. I’m gonna make this easy for you. Now, you do what I say and keep your mouth closed for once. I don’t want to hear you talking back to me anymore tonight.”
And even if you wanted to you wouldn’t have been able to. You were not only stunned into silence but half the time he had his cock down your throat making you gag around him as he praised you for being so quiet for him. You hadn’t expected any of it but you fucking loved it. When he made you pull his pants down and get on your knees the first sight you caught of his dick was something unbelievable. You hadn’t realized he was going to be so immense.
But he was and he taught you a lesson that night. And that was to not judge a book by its cover. Quiet and shy in public but once the doors were closed he was a caveman who liked to dominate and spank you, spit in your mouth, and fuck you until you were nothing but a puddle of mush and silence and serenity.
You were obsessed.
You still kept up your normal daytime appearances. You were the bossy, mouthy, and outgoing girlfriend to everyone who knew you and he was the compliant, quiet, and shy boyfriend. No one had a clue. They all thought you were the one wearing the pants in the relationship. And you did it in front of everyone. You told him what to do and often would order his meals for him and talk over him if he did speak.
But he was the one in charge the moment you two were alone.
And you knew you were in for it that day. You’d gone out with some friends again for lunch and you sat on his lap with your back to him and yapped loudly to your friends about whatever. You ate his sandwich and then laughed when you pretended to realize that he was still there. “Oh god! I almost forgot you were here, you’re so quiet, Harry! You’re like a piece of furniture!” Your girlfriends laughed with you.
You felt him pinch your thigh. And not a nice little teasing pinch. A bruising one that made you jump and you turned to look at him and there it was. That look. You bit your lip and turned back to your friends and continued being a bit of a brat. You knew he’d have something to say about you calling him a piece of furniture. You couldn’t wait to see what he might do.
And it should have come as no surprise to you that when you got to his house, he had you naked and gagged, on your hands and knees while he sat in his chair with his feet on your back like you were a fucking stool for his legs. Payback for the furniture comment.
Drool was falling from your mouth and pooling on his carpet as you tried to stay steady but the longer you stayed in your position the harder it became to not wobble, especially with the way he was shifting his legs around and crossing them over your back and shoulders.
“Pathetic,” he murmured when he saw the puddle of saliva on the floor. “But it sure is nice and quiet like this. Prefer it actually.”
He read in silence for what seemed like forever until you nearly fell over and he pulled you up and dragged you between his legs, keeping you on your knees. “Pull it out and suck.”
So you did. You looked up at him as you undid his pants and he pulled the damp handkerchief from your mouth.
The moment his length was freed from his boxers he had his hand on the back of your head and pushed you down until you were gargling and sputtering around him. You kept your hands over his thighs as he bucked up and sighed.
“Fuck… all this mouth is good for is sucking cock isn’t that right?”
You couldn’t answer. But you'd have said yes if you could've.
The zipper on his jeans was irritating your chin but you’d never complain. Your face was hot and you pulled breath in through your nostrils every time you were allowed to come up for air but he pushed you down over and over again until he was satisfied with how well you’d taken him and then brought you up to look at your face. “Look at what happens to you when Daddy’s cock gets stuffed in your mouth. Just a drooling baby with her eyes all crossed. Acts all tough and bossy all day with me but can barely make a peep when my dick is in her face.”
You moaned and reached for his dick, opening your lips but he wrapped a hand around your throat and pushed you back as he stood, pulling you up with him. “Open.”
You parted your mouth and stuck your tongue out with your head tilted back just before he spit into your mouth and you kept yourself still as he inspected. “Swallow.”
Gulping down his saliva you fluttered your eyes up at him before he pushed you over the arm of his chair with your ass up and began to spank you. You jolted at each strike to your bum but the smile on your face juxtaposed the sting his palm caused your backside.
“You know you can’t get away with being a brat. Daddy’s always gonna win in the end. But you love it don’t you? Love getting put in your place.”
Harry’s cock was still swollen and thick, hanging out of the front of his pants as he groped your plush bottom and spread your cheeks, spitting a glob of saliva over your ass hole and another over your pussy. You were angled just right for him. He loved it when you were draped over his chair like this. Could see your anus and your wet pussy and could do what he wanted with you.
You squirmed your hips gently and then felt the hot skin of his tip pressing into your cunt. The first dip in always stretching tight and achy around him. You let out a pitiful cry and heard him laughing behind you. “This is Daddy’s hole isn’t it?”
He drove into you, filling your insides with inches and inches of length and girth before backing and out plunging in again.
“It’s Daddy’s!” You moaned.
Another gob of spit was dripped over your anus and then you felt him push his thumb inside. “Yes, it is. And this one too, yeah?”
“Yesss…”
His chair creaked as he pounded into your guts and your moans were muffled into the fabric of the chair as he panted in pleasure.
You loved when he stuck a finger or two in your ass while he was fucking you. It kind of held you in place because he didn’t fuck your pussy gently. It helped ground you in a way.
“My bratty girl is so sweet and obedient right now. Just offers her little holes up to me and lets me have my way because she knows she’s been naughty all day. Laughing at me, pretending she didn’t know she was sitting in my lap, eating my food...”
He groaned when he ground in, swiveling his hips in circles and sliding his thumb in, and pulling it back slightly to put more pressure on your anus. Everything was wet. Soaked. And you could hear it with every thrust he made.
Suddenly he pulled his cock out and his fingers were gone and you whined when you felt him leave your body but he didn’t give you much reprieve when you felt his hands grasp your chin and lift your face up to look at him, standing over you with that dark smile.
He slapped his heavy, wet cock into your cheek and puffed out a laugh when he did it on the other side, your arousal getting smeared on your face. “Is this what you love? Daddy’s big cock in your face?”
You gulped. “Yes. Love your cock, Daddy.”
Keeping your eyes on him he smacked his length over your mouth, popping it past your lips before pressing his hands into your cheeks, his thumb on one side and fingers on the other. “Open.”
The moment your wet lips parted he dipped into your mouth, watching the way your jaw went slack and how your lips wrapped around him. He didn’t shove himself in too far, but just enough that it had your eyes watering as you struggled to keep looking up at him.
He cooed at you and as he rocked his hips in and used his free hand to land his palm down on your sore bottom again. Your ass was still up with your hips down over the arm of the chair and you blinked trying to clear your blurry eyes. “Taste that?” Another harsh smack to your bottom.
You moaned around his cock in response.
“That’s mine. Your pussy juice that makes a mess of my cock... Mine. This ass?” He slapped your bum making you jump. “Mine. This throat and this mouth? Mine.”
You gurgled when he pressed in, grazing just the beginning of your tonsils before slipping it back out to the tip. “Everything is mine. So keep that in mind next time you mouth off to me in front of your friends.”
He pulled his cock from your lips and you gasped a breath and watched him as he tilted your neck upward uncomfortably. “Now do you want to come?”
His fingers were still smushed into your cheeks as you let out a feeble yes.
“How bad do you want it?”
He loosened up his grip so you could respond. “Please. So bad, Daddy. So fucking much. I’ll do anything. Every bit of me is yours… You own me…”
He kept his expression unreadable as you continued. “I need you. I want you to make me come. Please, Daddy. You’re everything… I'm begging you, please… I worship the ground you walk on.”
You knew the drill. He expected to hear you grovel for your orgasm. Especially after the kind of display you put on earlier. He listened to you demean yourself and praise him, beg him…
When he released your face he grunted and you felt him behind you again, this time pressing his warm, sturdy chest into your back. “Good girl, Y/n…” He pressed his cock back inside of you, slicing your through to your tummy and spreading you open as he slowly thrust.
“You always learn your lesson don’t you, baby? Need Daddy and his big cock to make it better?”
You nodded and whimpered. The delicious feel of him opening you up and sliding in would never get old.
“I know you need me, baby. Daddy needs you too. Wants to make you happy and give you the whole world… Gonna let me have that orgasm now? Gonna show me what a good girl you’ve been for me?”
He shoved his hand under your hips and found your clit, making you cry out. He knew just what you needed.
Slow strokes of his long dick wetly opened you up, his balls pressing into your skin every time he bottomed out, his deep voice in your ear. “Come for Daddy. Give Daddy your orgasm like a big girl. Come on honey…”
His voice was tight and you knew he was beckoning you to come so he could come too.
“M’gonna come… thank you, Daddy!”
You unraveled around his cock, spasming and moaning, drooling into the seat of the chair as he rolled your clit between his fingers and fucked into you so deep you saw stars. But then you felt his cock pulse and throb and he pressed his lips to the skin behind your ear and he moaned deeply as he pumped into you, relief taking over both of you.
When he pulled out he kissed your shoulder blade and pulled his briefs up his strong legs and walked away from the chair as you watched him with a pounding heart. He put some music on and pulled a book from the shelf before returning to the chair and helped you up so you could sit in his lap and he could read to you.
Your shy, quiet boyfriend was the only one who got you. The only one who understood who you really were. Deep down you were just a soft and submissive girl who wanted someone to spank her, to tell her what to do and how to do it, and then to love her and read her books and tell her she was his best girl. No one else would ever have guessed.
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CW: Shy Harry, kinda nerd-ish Harry, small tiny moment of angst, mostly fluff
Word Count: 4K
A/N: This is going to be a little 2 part story and it’s inspired by a few TikTok’s I’ve seen about people asking people outside what the weather is like and it just turned into this! And I don’t have my laptop at the moment she’s in the ER (geek squad lol) so I wrote this on my phone so sorry if the formate is weird! But anywaaaayyy hope y’all enjoy!✨
Summary: Harry is walking home and you just want to know if it’s cold outside✨
You let out a small huff as your eyes roam over your reflection in the full length mirror you have hung on the back of your closet door, suddenly not sure if the bright pink sweatshirt with white and orange flowers on the sleeves will be enough to keep you warm seeing as you have it paired with a pair of your comfiest denim shorts. It’s not that you’re too worried about being cold since it’s not even the middle of September yet so the sun is still doing a decent job at keeping things nice and warm during the day but you tend to always catch a chill as soon as the sun dips beneath the trees and lets the moon take over, you quirk a brow at yourself as you momentarily debate on changing into pants. You shake your head and let out a groan at the mere thought of having to open your dresser to grab a pair of jeans that you already know will have you doing several squats before laying on the bed holding your breath just to get them zipped up and buttoned, a task you’ve always loathed but really don’t have the mental capacity to deal with after spending all day helping organize your sorority’s first mixer of the semester that’s just a week away.
“I’m not changing.” You mumble to yourself as you turn around and walk over to your bed so you can toss a few more things into your purse before heading out for the night. Your ears perk up as the sound of laughter gets carried on the soft evening breeze through your window that you opened so your room could air out while you spent the day downstairs with the party planning committee, hoping the fresh air mixed with the few crystals you keep scattered around your room would help rid your space of the slightly stuffy energy you felt when moving in last month.
You smile as you walk over to the window so you can push it all the way open, you see a few people rushing down the sidewalk with carefree looks on their faces since as of half an hour ago the last class of the week officially ended leaving only forty eight blissful hours between now and the start of the first class on Monday morning. There’s something about the way the stress of the week seems to melt away as the sun begins to set, letting the campus get covered in a tranquil type of comforting golden glow that will soon be replaced by the exciting and electric sort of buzz that only the light of the moon can bring out once it’s high enough in the sky, serving as a beacon for the often times chaotic energy that comes with late nights on a college campus. A soft sigh slips past your lips as you grip the edge of the window with both hands before leaning out of it just enough to let the warm breeze hit your face making you giggle as your eyes close briefly, when you open them back up you see someone you’ve never seen before walking slowly down the sidewalk in front of your house in what appears to be an old letterman jacket making an idea pop into your head.
“Excuse me!” You shout out the window hoping the man with the curly brown hair can hear you, not sure how he couldn’t since he’s on the sidewalk that’s only a few feet from the small patch of grass that separates the sidewalk from the house.
“Hey! You with the jacket—excuse me!” Harry’s brows furrow as a voice hits his hears, he lifts his head up and just as he’s about to look behind him he hears it again. “Man with the brown hair and—and are those glasses? I can’t tell but—excuse me can you help me with something please?” Harry’s cheeks get warm as he pauses and turns so he’s looking in the direction he now knows the voice is coming from which just so happens to be a third story window of a very well known sorority house he passes every day on his way home from class.
“Uh me? Are you—you’re talking to me?” He asks as he points at himself making the girl who’s all but hanging out the window laugh and nod her head.
“Yes you—is it cold out? I have on a sweatshirt and shorts is that going to be good enough?” For a moment Harry thinks he might be in the middle of a dream, that maybe he fell asleep in his rented out cubicle in the library and instead of a very pretty girl asking him an extremely random question from her window he’s actually drooling on himself while face down in a biology textbook. “Are you okay? Can—am I not being loud enough? Can you hear me?” Harry adjusts his glasses as he looks up at the girl who is leaning a little too far out of her window for his liking and whose face is twisting up into one of the most adorable looks of confusion he thinks he’s ever seen.
That’s saying a lot because Harry tutors in his free time so he’s seen a wide array of ways confusion can manifest itself on people’s faces, mostly dealing with people who need a little help working through their English papers as well as a few lost causes that can’t manage to fully wrap their minds around anything other than basic algebra, that small group of people also just so happen to play for the university’s football team. But there’s just something about her furrowed brows and scrunched up nose as she tilts her head ever so slightly to the left while staring down at him that has him thinking she might just be the prettiest girl he’s ever gotten to look at confused or not, a thought he doesn’t have time to dissect and take a deeper look into before she’s shouting at him again breaking him out of his thoughts.
“Hello? Are—are you okay?” You can’t help but lean a little further out of your window as the curly haired boy just stares at you with his mouth hanging open and his cheeks a flushed shade of pink, he must hear the worried edge to your voice because before you can ask him for a third time if he’s okay he takes a step forward so one foot is in the grass and one is still on the sidewalk.
“P—please don’t do that—you’re going to fall or something.” He shouts back at you before he looks around as if internally debating on weather he should be standing in the freshly mowed grass or keep to the sidewalk, you can’t help but giggle as he seems almost nervous while taking another step closer to your sorority house.
“Sorry is this better?” You get a few nods in response as you move so you’re now mostly inside the safety of your room, bending down so you can rest your forearms on the windowsill allowing you to still hear and have a decent view of the cute boy down bellow. “Is it cold outside?” You ask as you look over his outfit, the white shirt he has on under his letterman jacket make the wash of his skinny jeans appear darker and while you think he looks nice it doesn’t help you come to any sort of conclusion about if you should put jeans on or not. In fact his outfit just makes you more confused because going off his appearance alone you’d think it was the middle of October and the leaves were tumbling down to the ground in piles of yellow, orange and browns with a chill in the air even while the sun is out.
“Uhm no—no not cold it’s uh warm?” His answer has you rubbing your lips together and it’s as if he can sense your confusion so he clears his throat before elaborating. “The uhm high for the evening is supposed to be in uh the—the sixties so I think you’d be okay in—in shorts unless you get cold easy? If you do then may—maybe jeans would be a good choice.”
“How do you know that? Are you studying to become a uh what’s it called? The people who do the weather?” You don’t expect him to answer, more so just voicing your thoughts out loud so when he lets out a genuine sounding laugh you can’t help but grin because no one ever finds anything you say entertaining enough to laugh at, unless it’s in a mocking way when you’re going off on a rambling tangent about a topic you find interesting. “You have a cute laugh.” The boy’s face reddens as he looks down at the grass that’s being smooshed underneath his brown boots.
“Th—thank you.” He struggles to get his words out loud enough for you to hear as he lifts his head up, a few rings catch your eye on his hand that he uses to push his glasses further up his nose making you annoyed at how far away he is making you unable to make out their exact shapes but you notice a red stone that you assume is a garnet on his index finger. “Meteorologist.” He shouts a bit awkwardly making you tilt your head causing him to rub at the back of his neck as he rushes to add some much needed explanation to his outburst. “That’s who—who does the weather but I’m not one I just—just have the weather app on my phone.” You nod as you let out a laugh that makes the boy grin so big you see a dimple pop out.
“You have on jeans and a jacket? But you’re saying it’s warm?”
“It’s cold in the library.”
“Oh is it? You should tell them so they can turn the air down—or is it up? I think it’s down so that it’s not blowing so much and you don’t have to wear so many layers.”
“I uhm—maybe I’ll ask them next-” The sound of a window being shoved open cuts the boy’s sentence short and has you leaning forward so you can poke your head out and look over just in time to see one of your sorority sisters lean out of her window.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to take a nap.” Tiffany who shares a wall with you shouts towards the boy who immediately backs up so he’s back to standing on the sidewalk and not in the grass at how annoyed and borderline angry her voice is.
“I’m—I’m sorry.” The boy says apologizing, the tone of his voice has you feeling protective over him because he isn’t the one who started this shouting conversation to begin with so you don’t want him taking the brunt of Tiffany’s unfriendly attitude.
“Don’t be rude Tiffany he’s just helping me figure out what to wear.” You tell her making her turn her head so she’s looking at you from out her window.
“Whatever.” She says with a huff as she rolls her eyes before disappearing back into her room and closing her window. Your face drops just a bit when you look down at the sidewalk just to find the spot the brown haired boy was standing a few minutes ago now empty, you lean forward and your mouth turns downward into a pout when you see him about to cross the street in front of the sorority house next door.
You wait for a moment as he adjusts the straps of his backpack he has slung over one shoulder, thinking that maybe he’ll look over at you and offer you some sort of acknowledgment as he takes a step off the sidewalk and into the street. You feel a bubbly soft sense of hope start to build up in your chest as his head turns in your direction but when he doesn’t even offer a small glance your way before looking the opposite way checking to make sure no cars are coming, the soft bubbles in your chest turn to lead and sink to the bottom of your tummy. As you watch him walk further down the street you realize you didn’t even get his name, but before you can get sucked into your thoughts about why the universe would put someone in front of you that radiates a warmth you often find yourself craving while dealing with the cold harshness of the world around you there’s a loud knock on your door.
“Leaving in five! Meet in the living room!” A voice shouts that you’re more than sure belongs to Sophie, the head of the planning committee and the leader of all things group activities including the small get together happening just two houses over that you don’t have a choice but to attend.
“Well at least I know I’ll be fine in shorts.” You say with a shrug as you lean back so you can stand up and finish getting ready, doing your best to push the image of the boy with a dimpled grin and bright green eyes to the back of your mind so you can focus on having fun with your sorority sisters.
Harry’s eyes feel heavy as he runs a hand through his hair, the bright silvery light of the moon and the white glow of the streetlights guiding his uncoordinated steps down the sidewalk as the events of the day start to catch up to him making him want nothing more than to collapse onto his bed in his tiny dorm room. The group of students he tutored this evening have his head full of random bits of the chapter his professor went over in his biology textbook swirling around in between examples of simple grammar corrections and sentence structures, and even though it’s a typical Tuesday for Harry it still has him feeling sluggish as he makes his way down the street.
He lets out a sigh as he pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time, but before he can register what his eyes are looking at on his screen he hears the creaky sound of what he thinks is a window being pushed open and before he can slip his phone back into his pocket he hears it. A soft voice calling out for him, gently cutting through the quietness of the evening in a way that it doesn’t come off as an intrusion to the peacefulness but as a welcomed addition to it. The same voice he’s been unable to get out of his head since he heard it the first time just a few days ago.
The voice of the girl that’s gripping the edge of her window with a smile on her face as she stares down at him when he slowly turns so he’s looking up at her from his spot on the sidewalk. There’s a moment that Harry thinks the girl looking at him might just be a hallucination as she appears to be outlined in a warm yellow light that’s coming from the soft glow of her lamp but then he pushes his glasses further up his nose and her shape becomes more clear and even though her silhouette loses the fuzzy edges she still gives off a softness that has Harry’s feet taking a step into the grass as if he’s being pulled closer to her by some unseen force. The last time he stood in this very spot starts replaying in his head, regret washes over him as he gets reminded of the way he just walked off without saying anything, not even a goodbye and worst of all he remembers how he was walking up the steps to his dorm room when he realized he didn’t even get the name of the girl who stopped him to ask about the weather.
“You don’t have on your jacket.” Harry looks down at his outfit as if he doesn’t even know what he put on his own body this morning earning him a bubbly giggle as he slips his phone into the back pocket of his skinny jeans before looking back up at the girl who he can see once again has on a sweatshirt but this time it looks as if it’s just a solid light pink color.
“I uh I forgot it at home.” Harry answers feeling embarrassed for reasons that have nothing to do with the fact he left his jacket hanging on the back of his chair in front of his desk and all to do with the fact there’s a hint of almost concern in the girl’s voice as she looks him over as if seeing him without his jacket is a big deal. “Did—did you get cold the other night?” He asks nervously, hoping his advice didn’t have her shivering the moment the sun went down.
“I didn’t I was the perfect temperature.” You answer with a smile as you watch the boy take a step closer to the house, the quietness of the evening making it to where you don’t have to shout too loud thankfully, seeing as you know most of your sorority sisters are fast asleep. “You’re out late—is that normal?” You ask while trying to hold back a yawn but it’s no use so you just cover your mouth with your hand making a small smile spread across the boy’s face as he looks down at his boots briefly before looking back up at you.
“Uh kinda? I—I tutor most evenings and sometimes the sessions run a little uhm late.” You quirk a brow as you lean further out your window so you can get a better look at the library that’s just down the street immediately making a small noise of what you think is uneasiness puff out from deep in his chest as he squeezes his eyes closed. “Please—please don’t do that I just—you might fall.” His voice is low as he lets out a deep sigh before opening his eyes back up, you don’t hesitate to pull yourself back into the safety of your bedroom not wanting him to worry about something as silly as your safety.
“Sorry.” You say with a small laugh at how cute he looks with the moon hitting his glasses just right letting you get a small glimpse of your houses’s reflection in them, but then he tilts his head just enough that you’re able to look through the lenses and into the deep emerald color of his eyes. “You have really pretty eyes.” You state making his cheeks turn a light shade of pink before he turns so he’s looking down the street in the direction you saw him walking in before you opened your window.
“Th—thank you uhm so do you—you’re really pretty.” You can’t help but smile but almost as soon as the words lead his mouth you can feel a sense of regret fill the space around him. “I uh should go—I have an early class tomorrow and uhm yeah good—goodnight.” His voice is shaky as he walks backwards until his boots hit the concrete of the sidewalk. As you watch him turn so he can continue his walk home a strange pull has you ignoring his previous warnings and leaning out of your window and before he can even take a single step forward you open your mouth and ask him a question you meant to ask the last time you two spoke.
“What’s your name?”
“Harry.” He says as he looks at you over his shoulder while adjusting his glasses. “What’s yours?” You feel butterflies go off in your tummy when a grin spreads across Harry’s face as you shout your name down to him.
“Goodnight Harry.” Is the last thing you say before you decide you’ve taken up enough of his time this evening and pull yourself all the way inside your window, giving him a small wave before sliding it closed. “Harry—that’s a nice name.” You mumble to yourself as you climb into bed, a smile still on your face as you reach over and turn your lamp off letting the room get swallowed by darkness that brings a calmness to your mind as you try to drift off to sleep, already thinking of reasons you might need to pass through the library in hopes of seeing a certain green eyed boy you can’t seem to stop thinking about that you now know is named Harry.
Harry stands there looking up at your window longer than he should, but his feet simply refuse to move even after you turn your light off and it’s all because he can’t get over the way your voice sounded when you said his name. He knows it’s dumb not being able to get over you saying one simple word and he is well aware that he more than likely looks like a full blown weirdo but something about you has turned his normally very well functioning brain into nothing more than a shallow pool full of swirling images of your face smiling at him and gentle ripples created by soft sound of your laughter. After allowing his eyes to linger on the outside of your window for just a few more minutes Harry finally forces himself to take the first step towards his dorm room, and even though every step he takes further away from your window feels like a mistake he knows that if he doesn’t leave now he’ll regret it when he has to show up to his morning class on little to no sleep.
As Harry continues his walk home he can’t seem to wrap his mind around what someone as disarmingly nice as you is doing in a sorority, not that he thinks someone has to be unpleasant and have a few of the more annoying personality traits to fit in with a crowd like that. It’s just that every encounter that Harry’s had with someone who’s part of Greek life at the university hasn’t exactly been pleasant, he knows that’s partially due to his distaste for loud parties and the obnoxiousness that radiates off of the men that occupy the multiple fraternity houses he passes on his walk home. But then he met you, or got as close to meeting you as he could from the sidewalk while you leaned out the window of the third floor. When you smiled and laughed at him he managed to sense a refreshing type of oddness to you that shines out to him thanks to how beautifully you stick out of your surroundings, like a flower growing in a crack in the concrete.
“Did—did I tell her she was pretty?” Harry asks himself with a groan, breaking himself out of his own thoughts as he turns onto the street his building is on. “God I’m such an idiot.” He huffs as he adjusts his glasses before running a hand through his curls, but even though Harry thinks he might’ve embarrassed himself just a bit this evening there’s one thing that has a small smile spreading across his face and that’s the fact he now knows your name.
“S’a pretty name.” He says quietly after he lets it roll off his tongue a few times in soft mumbles as he walks up the steps in front of the building his dorm is on, already deciding that even if it adds an extra five minutes to his journey home he will continue to pass by the sorority house you live in just in case you have anymore questions about the weather or the temperature of the library that you want to shout down at him from your window.
“Yeah?” Y/N laughed softly into Harry’s mouth, tugging off her jacket as she continued to kiss him. But, amidst their kissing, Y/N’s bandmates suddenly came in, so nonchalant, catching Harry off guard and making him flush even more. “Is that alright with you? You talked about it last night and I just… I don’t know, wanted to surprise you?” She chuckled and pulled back fully and Harry’s lips parted, unsure of what to say, his eyes flickering away from Y/N and over to her bandmates, waiting for his reply.
“I…” His voice was as light as a feather, the filthiest of thoughts already entering his mind, causing his entire body to get even more excited, like electricity was striking through his veins. “Yes.” He nodded, adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped dryly, already feeling himself start to get insanely hot underneath his clothes that desperately needed to come off.
Y/N smiled brightly and dropped her jacket onto the floor, hands reaching up to unzip Harry’s pants, an indescribable feeling rushing through his body when he felt another pair of lips on the back of his neck, new hands touching at his torso, pushing his shirt up and urging him to take it off. He pulled away from the kiss for a second and let them pull his shirt off, letting out a soft, filthy moan into Y/N’s mouth seconds after from the warm hands grasping at his hot skin.
“How long have you been thinking about this, huh?” Y/N murmured against Harry’s lips and Harry could feel somebody smile against his neck, a soft whimper slipping past his lips when they suddenly nipped at his neck. “Multiple people ruining you, using you. You know, they were so surprised when I asked them about this, since they had no idea how fucking downright filthy you can get, isn’t that right?”
Harry’s face twisted up a little from pleasure and he nodded once more, agreeing breathlessly, and letting Y/N take more air out of his lungs when she gripped his hair and let her taste him again.
Harry heard somebody mumble “Take these off.” and referring to his pants, or maybe they said it out loud, and it just sounded muffled because of how loud he could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Nevertheless, he felt somebody start pushing his pants down his thighs and he had never felt so exposed to so many eyes like that before, since everybody was still fully dressed and he was nearly naked at that point.
He absolutely loved it, though. He loved the attention, the touch, the roughness, the feeling of them looking at him, wanting him as much as he wanted them. He felt so hot and felt like he was melting like lava in their hands, goosebumps having risen all over his body from all the fingers running over his skin.
Soon enough, he felt himself fall down onto a plush bed, curls already messed up and slightly frizzy, feeling like he was on display when everybody was just looking at him for a second.
•••
“God, fuck.”
Violet gripped the headboard of the bed, lightly rocking herself against Harry’s tongue, eyes closed with one of her hands buried in his hair, luscious ‘ohhh’s’ slipping past her soft lips. Sebastian, who was fucking Harry, leaned in to kiss Violet’s shoulder gently, sinking his teeth into her skin to muffle a groan. Harry felt so hot and tight around him it felt like his head was spinning from how crazy he was getting from the feeling, his hands easily holding Harry’s thighs apart no matter how much he tried to squeeze them together.
Violet whimpered softly when Angelica suddenly pressed her lips against hers, feeling her hand against the back of her neck, preventing her from pulling away. She was already breathless before and now it felt like Angelica was just taking all the air she had left in her lungs from the deep kiss they were sharing, moaning softly into her mouth as she tasted her. Violet used her other hand to press two fingers against Angelica’s cunt since she wasn’t looking, causing her to gasp into her mouth and rock against her fingers slightly, feeling herself throb even more from the feeling.
Violet couldn’t help but smile into the kiss a little and used her thumb to rub Angelica’s clit in slow circles as she pressed a finger into her weepy hole slowly, thrusting in and out, before eventually adding another. She simultaneously rode Harry’s face while fucking Angelica, encouraging her to come and praising her the entire time, mumbling against her lips. Violet’s other hand had tightened significantly in Harry’s hair and immediately loosened it, until Harry ran his tongue over her clit repeatedly, then she gripped it tightly once more, gasping against Angelica’s lips.
“Oh, f-fuck, I’m gonna come.” She stuttered out and pulled away from Angelica for a second, head tipping back as she continued to rock herself against Harry’s tongue again, driving herself to an orgasm, gasping and moaning until she made a mess on his face, while Angelica’s forehead was pressed against her shoulder as she shuddered from sheer pleasure.
Harry was out of breath when Violet got off of him when she was too sensitive, lips and chin shiny with spit and arousal. His chest was heaving and it felt like Sebastian was knocking the air out of his lungs even more with every thrust he was giving him, trying to fuck an orgasm out of him. He whined from the roughness and from the feeling of his blunt nails digging into his thighs, pushing his head back against the pillow beneath it, desperately trying to find something to grasp.
Harry was about to say something until Sebastian suddenly leaned down, groaning into Harry’s mouth as he kissed him, tasting him and Violet’s arousal. He was getting close, so he brought a hand up and started giving Harry quick strokes, causing him to whine into Sebastian’s mouth and try to close his legs again, but failing. He pulled away for a second and as soon as he saw Harry’s eyes roll to the back of his head, he groaned, burying his face in Harry’s sweaty neck, hips stuttering slightly and thrusts slowing down as he moaned against Harry’s skin.
Harry whimpered quietly when Sebastian pulled out soon after, and he watched as he started pulling off the condom and start moving to the other side of the bed, but that was it, because Y/N was suddenly there again, kissing him.
“You’re a mess.” Y/N chuckled softly, nose brushing against Harry’s as she gave him a small break from everything and Harry felt himself melt from her touch when he felt the tips of her fingers running down his chest, down to his stomach, but quickly tensed and whined when she wrapped her hand around his sensitive cock, giving him slow, firm strokes. He choked on a moan and squeezed his thighs together tightly, bringing a hand down to grasp her wrist, making her chuckle and stop altogether.
Harry sighed softly and closed his eyes, grip tightening on Y/N’s wrist when he felt somebody filling him up once more, mouth opening in a silent moan, back arching upwards from the feeling.
“God, you’re so pretty, Harry.”
James whispered in Harry’s ear and groaned softly afterwards, letting his forehead fall down onto Harry’s shoulder. Harry felt heat rise to his cheeks from the compliment, placing a hand on James’ back and digging his nails into the skin there a little when he started moving, gasping quietly.
When Harry blinked his eyes open he could see Angelica saying something into James’ ear, but unable to hear it, brows furrowing when James suddenly got back up, smiling and chuckling lightly, before Angelica kissed him. James started thrusting a little harder and deeper after that and Harry scrambled to grasp the sheets, letting out a loud whine when he felt Angelica suddenly start stroking him, pressing his thighs together, but doing that did absolutely nothing to help with the sensitivity, and James only held his knees together, fucking into him with more eagerness, moaning softly into Angelica’s mouth.
Harry was getting close embarrassingly fast and when he suddenly felt a wetness run across one of his nipples, it felt like he was on the brink of an orgasm already. He glanced down for a second and realized it was Y/N, before letting his head fall back down onto a pillow, letting out a wet gasp when she started toying with his other nipple with her fingers.
“I’m gonna come.” Harry gasped out, eyes squeezing shut tightly and growing quiet when his second orgasm washed over him, only letting out small and weak whimpers as Angelica stroked him through it, hearing her chuckles over the loud thumping of his heartbeat in his ears as she watched.
Harry could only let out soft little noises as James continued to fuck into him over and over, only letting out a gasp when James stilled at some point, groaning as his stomach clenched and caved in a little from orgasmic pleasure. He pulled out slowly after a little while, causing Harry’s face to scrunch up in a wince a little, before he let his legs stretch out, melting into the bed, all fucked out.
a/n: here’s part one of this aka what i based this off of! this is rockstar!y/n and her bandmates having fun with (not so) shy!harry !!! hope it was okay and feedback is always appreciated 🫶 thank you for reading love u! 🫂
I write a few problems down, a few definitions that seem to be a bit more of a challenge. My handwriting flies across the page as I write in a few calculations that would be helpful for the exam tomorrow. I'm not an expert on statistics, but I can problem-solve easily when it comes to mathematics equations.
Everything I look at makes perfect, logical sense when it comes in the form of equation and number sequence. That was the way I liked it.
And if there was one thing that I was good at, it was creating study sheets. While I didn't necessarily need it, I thought that there may be a time tonight during studying that someone does need it.
The possibility of that felt oddly exciting, but I tried not to think too hard into it.
I had made my way home after my two classes this morning. Grabbing lunch at the dining hall, I decided to bring it back to my apartment—just a salad, really—and watched a few episodes of The Twilight Zone on the sofa while I ate. I particularly liked the episode about the bank clerk that enjoys reading, but never has the time– it keeps my attention even though I know what happens in the end.
Chase had chosen to have his classes in the afternoon, I had classes in the mornings on Thursday's. We missed each other, usually, and then were home in the midafternoon together. On Thursday nights, it kind of depended on his schedule, we would normally order in some food and just kind of hang out together.
Lately, though, Thursday afternoons had started to turn into his night to go out with friends. I knew that he had class in the morning and had seemed to overlook this part of his schedule. He leaned more towards getting drunk with friends nowadays than what we had normally scheduled, especially last year.
But that was okay—it was fine. I was fine to study Thursday nights, and I wanted him to be able to have fun, if that's what he wanted.
My only problem was when Chase brought his friends around the apartment. This was the only part of our relationship that slightly bugged me, but of course, he shared the space. I just didn't enjoy this because his friends were horrid, and I would have just rather that they weren't involved at all.
Of course, I tried not to be too much trouble. I sat back and let Chase do what he needed to do—if that meant having friends over, I wanted him to do that. I wanted him to have the experiences that he wanted, and I knew that he would be courteous to me, as well.
But that didn't keep his friends from being major blow heads.
After I ate, I had finished watching some of my show, and decided to get a start on creating some questions to go over for the statistics course. I figured that at least getting the basics down for the exam would be good—even if it wasn't going to get her the A, I still wanted her to have a clear understanding of what was being asked so she could at least have a solid effort.
I'm sat at the small table in our dining and living space; it's not much, but we're able to use it for studying or having a meal together. I decided to sit outside of my bedroom to start, the light from the living room brightened it up – it was nice, quiet.
Until Chase and his friends have arrived over to our place. I have my headphones in, eyes averting to the three men as they walk in laughing, their voices loud now.
I notice that they have started to unpack a few bags from their trip to the store. There's some food, some drinks—by some, I mean, quite a few. I hadn't asked any questions about the plans for the evening, mostly because I wasn't really interested in whatever they were.
But I did keep looking up occasionally, seeing the cases of beer, the handle of liquor, and bags of crisps that were starting to grace our small kitchen.
Again, no questions asked—that was usually the best policy when it came to things like this. I decided to keep to myself, working on categorical sequences that would be used to study patterns.
Through my headphones, I can hear a bit of banter from the three of them—I don't know if they're trying to be quiet at all, but I can hear them clearly through the Mozart No. 23 in A Major.
"So’s he, like," The tall blonde one, with the very noticeable Liverpool accent, scoffs, "Gonna stay there all night?"
I can hear them beside me, but I'm just pretending that the headphones are blocking out all the sound. They aren't, but I pretend that they are for my own sake. Maybe focusing on the work in front of me will keep me distracted.
"That guy's totally brings the vibe down— we like never see him out or anything." The other guy says. His voice is quiet, but not quiet enough. "How do you sleep here with him? He's weird, bro. Like never talks."
I look up from the computer screen just a bit, just enough to see that Chase notices that I've heard what they're saying. Chase and I make eye contact for a moment; he shakes his head.
He noticed that I heard them, and that I'm able to continue to hear them. I scoot out from my chair—the one that I pay rent to sit in—before I move up towards the fridge to grab something to drink.
They're staring at me now that I've moved, almost like it's an anomaly to them.
That's the thing—Chase has been my roommate since last year. We were paired together randomly; I didn't care who I roomed with because I felt like I could get along with anyone if it really came to it. I wasn't really an issue, I didn't think. I was quiet, kept to myself. I didn't think that I was necessarily a problem.
Chase was extremely kind– he was a bit unsure of himself, maybe testing out the waters of who he wanted to be. We got along fine, he was a bit shy when he first arrived, too. That's how we became pretty good friends. Maybe we didn't have all of the same interests, but I knew that we looked out for one another.
But then things changed when he started to meet people who wanted to go out every night, and who were drinking to get drunk. And do other things, I guess.
Chase never brought anyone home or anything, which was good– well, for me. Maybe not him, I wasn't sure. We didn't talk about that.
His friends, the drinking, the going out– it didn't stop Chase and I from being friends. It just made me a bit uneasy when he's brought his friends to our apartment that we shared.
His friends weren't my friends.
His friends were on the football team and went out to pubs to find pretty girls. That just wasn't where I was, and it wasn't what I was directly focused on in school. Girls weren't interested in astrophysics, I seemed to find.
Chase's stare on me doesn't go unnoticed as I look back from grabbing a can of Coke from the fridge. I make my way back to the small table, starting to pack up the papers I had spread around it.
"Harry, you remember Hayden and Shawn, right?" Chase looks at his friends and I can tell he's trying to mitigate like always. He looks back at me with a bit of sadness reigning in his face, "We'll leave you alone, H, you can stay and study."
I shut my laptop, knowing it's much easier to find a more comfortable spot elsewhere.
I had to be at the library soon, anyways.
"No, it's fine," I say, a bit quiet as I watch his friends grumble under their breaths "I'm meeting someone anyways."
The tall blonde with a middle part and a denim jacket scoffs out a laugh before I feel a rush of anxiety flood my upper chest as I can feel the judgement and overwhelming sense of unease. I clear my throat, grabbing my laptop and loose papers before heading towards my bedroom.
"Wait," I hear Chase following me, but I just make my way to my room in a few strides anyways. I start to pack up a bag of my belongings, eyes looking up at my friend. "Why don't you stay here and drink with us? You don't even have to drink, really. It'll be fun. Maybe they can, I don't know, get to know you."
"I'd rather not get to know them," I tell him honestly. My lip pulls into my mouth, his exterior shows a bit of defeat as he stands inside the doorframe. "They're pricks, Chase."
Chase looks over his shoulders at his friends who have started to make themselves at home. They've started to take already opened liquor out of our cabinets, putting them on the counter space around the unopened ones. They take bowls out and plates and other things that are also mine but it's easier to stay quiet.
"Just keep everyone out of my room, please." I tell my friend before I pick my bag up from the floor. I grab all of the statistics papers from the desk, placing them in their own folder.
Chase stands at the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, keeping conversation. "You meeting with Niall, then?"
Niall was one of my closest friends in uni. He was majoring in engineering, but we had a few math classes together which had made us grow close. We had the same type of love for our education; wanting it to be the best we could be.
We were competitive with grades, in a fun way. We liked knowing how everything worked and figuring out problems together.
Niall and I had gone to a few parties and events together in the past– we had both understood that wasn't our scene very quickly.
And that's why we were friends.
"No," I shake my head. "He's busy tonight. I think has some sort of club fundraiser. Don't really know."
Chase's face changes a bit. I look up to him when he squints at me, his lips quivering a bit into a smile. It's a bit unnerving when he does so, and it's just a bit confusing at first.
"What? What's wrong?" I ask, grabbing my shoes that sit over by the closet to put on my shoes.
"Is it someone I know? The person you're meeting?" Chase doesn't attend back to his friends, and only seems to be entertained by what I'm doing. I blink a few times at him, wondering his angle.
"Uh," I think a few times over at how Chase could have possibly known Stella, "How would I know? Maybe. It's just a girl from my statistics class. Needs some tutoring for our exam tomorrow." I throw my bag over my shoulder before I'm standing in front of him.
We're standing in front of each other, but he's not backing down from his way in the door. Chase's smile flips up and he stares at me for a moment.
"Chase." I say, pushing my glasses up, "I have to get to the library."
"Tutoring is kind of sexy, huh?" He teases, my eyes roll at his stupid comment.
"It's not like that." I tell him quickly, shaking his head.
"Surely, she asked you to study with her. Not the other way around." He questions, putting his arms across the doorframe so that I couldn't leave. I stand in front of him, trying my best to dodge the questions and seemingly meaningless accusations.
"Does that matter?" I ask, a bit confused by his statement.
I watch as Chase smirks, his eyes lighting up at my words, "Hope you won't end up in 414.”
Pushing my glasses up my face, I shake my head a few times as I stare at him, completely unsure of what he was talking about. I don't even want to ask, but I can see that he's pushing me to, so I shrug my shoulders at him. I've given up that he's going to let me go.
"I don't know what that means." I say to him before I watch his eyes get bigger.
"You don't know about 414? Damn, you do live under a rock."
I roll my eyes, pushing at his shoulder to try to move past him before he pushes me back and laughs a little.
"414 is a room on the top level of the library where no one ever goes—it's like, completely hidden. There's a journal for it across from the room where people like, write in time slots to go and fuck because it's a completely soundproof study room that you can lock. For all those freaky kids. You'd probably be into that, honestly."
I lick over my lips as I push into him again, but he's not budging. I look at him, trying to get him to wipe the smug smile from his face before he raises his brows at me.
I click my tongue, "I'm going to completely ignore this conversation, if you don't mind. Now, if you'll excuse me."
Chase rolls his eyes, letting me finally go by removing one arm from the doorframe.
I knew I've made a mistake saying anything at all, as I push past him to try to make my way out of the apartment in one piece without thinking anymore into what kind of information he's just given me.
I walk into the kitchen; it's not much, so it feels a bit cramped with the four of us now inhabiting the space. Chase's friends are standing around and suddenly quiet when I approach the room. I unscrew my water bottle at the sink, filling it up in the silence of the room.
“What's up, Einstein?" The other friend with very dark hair smirks at me, both lingering as Chase approaches too. "Why don't you take a break from studying and hang tonight with the boys? Or are we too much for you?"
I ignore it– pulling my lips into my mouth as I bite my tongue. I screw the lid back on before I turn and see Chase looking at me.
"We're just having a few people over tonight, nothing big. Then we're going to happy hour at Lou's." Chase assures before I nod at him. I clear my throat before pulling at the straps of my backpack.
"That's– okay, yeah, that's fine." I assure him. "I'll be back later."
With another nod, I go to the front door where a small dish holds all our keys. I grab my lanyard that holds my car key and my apartment key before I start to head towards the stairs. A few sets of those, and I'm on the main floor as I move out towards the library which is only a short walk.
Just my thoughts and I again.
It had thankfully stopped raining a few hours ago, which just left everything quite damp and wet. I trudged through a few puddles on my way there, looking across campus.
There weren't a lot of people walking around, probably because it was also a bit on the cool side. I had been wearing the same black hoodie from the morning, so I wasn't cold on my walk over there.
But it was getting to be the colder part of the year. England had rainier seasons, and the fall always seemed to have the worst weather. At least snow looked nice—rainy, damp, and dreary were just a bit depressing.
Making my way to the library, I open the large door and smile at the girl who sits behind the desk at the entrance. She's always very friendly, giving me a warm welcome when I walk in. She had short blonde hair, golden brown eyes and is always looks like she's happy to be there.
If she's not, she's putting on a great show.
“Hey, Harry,” She states softly, “How's it going?”
I wish I knew her name– she knows mine, so I feel a bit awkward as I approach the desk. She's never really talked to me before, but I smile at her.
“Uh, it's good,” I nod, rolling a hand through my hair, “I– just have an exam tomorrow. So,” I reference upstairs, feeling that my cheeks are most definitely hot from the way she's hanging in every word.
She’s sitting behind the desk, a book on the table as she seems to have been reading while she sat there. I know I should say something– maybe add a bit of conversation but I don't know what else to say.
I smile and nod a few times, using my hand to scratch at my hair in an uncomfortably awkward way.
“I’ll see–“ I start.
“Would you–“ She says.
When we speak at the same time, we both smile, and I hear her giggle for a moment before she shakes her head.
“I was just saying,” She licks her lips, “If you're ever interested, we have a book club here on Tuesday nights. I-I mean, I’m just saying because you're always here– I don't know if you read for fun or anything,” She clears her throat, “But if you did.”
I look down at the book in her hands, nodding a few times before I speak again. “That– is that the book?”
She notices that I caught sight of what she was reading, looking up me and holding the cover up, “Yes– well, no, actually. It's just a Murakami book– After Dark. This isn't what we read for book club– well, kind of.”
I looked at the cover and back to her, cutting her off as she seems a bit flustered. “I may check it out, yeah,” I swallow before clarifying, “The club. The club and the book.”
The girl bites her lip before she shakes her head, “Um– sorry, I’m Faye, by the way.”
I bite my cheek as I watch her eyes crinkle at the sides when her cheeks turn up in a small smile.
“Faye.” I say quietly before I nod at her, “I’ll see you around.”
She nods back at me in acknowledgement before I start to make my way back towards the steps, so I can make my way to the third floor where I usually have my set up. It's nice because it's always the least busy of the levels. The first floor holds computers, which are the most used for printing and workshopping. The second and fourth floors have more study rooms, and the third floor is mostly aisles of books and free tables.
That's where I prefer to be, close to the window so that I can look out occasionally over all the people who are making their way across campus; heading wherever they need to be on a Thursday evening. It also adds a bit of lighting until the sun heads back on the other side of the world, which is helpful just for a while.
The watch on my wrist reads 6:12pm. I had a while before I was expecting someone else to arrive.
It had started to get a bit darker—mostly because the clouds had started to overcast, which meant that the sun wasn't visible anyways. The days were starting to shorten, and winter was starting to become a bit more of a reality.
As I sat and studied other classes, I had realized that my watch started to move a bit faster every time I looked at it.
Six turned into seven.
Seven turned into eight. And I was still sitting at the table by myself.
Being in the library by myself was lonely– it was the first time that loneliness and being alone were coexisting. Something about being stood up, being left alone was a different level of loneliness. It was an embarrassing loneliness.
I tried to focus on other work at my table, tried to think more about Mach's principle as I read through the textbook. I tried to ignore the time, tried to ignore the feeling in my chest that maybe I had miscommunicated about times or where we were supposed to meet. Maybe I had given her a false impression, or we miscommunicated on time.
There were reasons I didn't put expectations on people– in many ways, they never showed up like they were supposed to. I didn't want to feel disappointment anymore, or that my excitement didn't match others.
Doing good deeds seemingly never panned out in my favor, as it showed. Maybe I read into it too much, maybe she felt bad for me and decided to ask to hang out so I wouldn't feel so shy. Maybe she said yes because so had approached her, now she felt bad.
It worked, I guess. For a bit.
I couldn't focus– I hated that feeling. I never had a problem with it before, and now these ideas of anxiety rushed through my head as I tried to put my nose to the page to forget about the way that this had made me feel. My glasses fell to the bridge of my nose, and I pushed them up to their place.
A heavy sigh fell through my lips as I noticed the time that had simply slipped by.
8:30.
I had been waiting for hours– I told her I'd be here at six, and I gave her the benefit of the doubt for an hour. But now it was spelled out perfectly for me, and I didn't really want to read between the lines.
Sitting back in the wooden library chair, I ran a hand through my hair as I finally decide that it's time for me to start heading home.
Hopefully, Chase and his friends have moved onto the bars, and won't be there when I get back. That would just put me in a worse mood. As I push myself up to start packing up my belongings to head home, I hear the door of the staircase open.
I'm the only one up here most nights, so the noise elicits me to jerk my head up. The sound of clicking heels on the tile make my eyebrows knit before I see the culprit of the noise, and the person heading towards me from around the large bookcases.
My eyes gravitate towards the extraordinarily long, bronze legs that melt into tall, brown boots on the ends. A cream skirt that sits short on her thighs but high on her waist, with a knit sweater top that has a few buttons done up in the middle, but the rest of open in a triangular shape on her torso. Also bronze, also tall.
I've never seen anything like that in the library before.
"Oh my god, there you are!" The girl stomps her way over, her voice relatively loud for the space as I feel an unsettled amount of surprise. It is a library, after all, and she's a bit loud.
I'm a bit taken aback; I fall into the chair once again as I'm watching her pull out the chair in front of me.
"Who knew there were so many levels of this place?" She laughs to herself– the glitter on her eyes shines so bright as I notice the crinkles by her eyes. "Don't know if I've—well, I don't think I've ever been in here properly, really."
It's such a difference of what she looked like just hours before. The tear stains are gone, there's a lightness to her now that's different. The makeup coating her face is natural and dewy with such high points of shine, her lips pouty and brown with a glossy finish.
I'm absolutely confused and feeling suddenly warm underneath the black hoodie at the same time.
But there's also a slur to her words as she places her hands and the small bag on the wooden table loudly.
"I'm sorry I'm late," She rolls her eyes dramatically, "I got dragged to this thing– well, I mean, I had to go to it. But I thought that this was a really good excuse to leave." She giggles a little, her smile bright and white.
I watch as her sleek, dark brown hair coats over her shoulders. It's got a bounce of soft curls that are much different than the chaos of curls that had been thrown into a ponytail earlier.
I'm in a bit of shock as I look away from her and back to the papers that have surrounded me just moments before.
"Um– I mean, are you—" I look up at her, watching as her eyes struggle to follow mine. There's a soft smile on her lips as she leans on the table a bit almost like my question is the most exciting thing to her. "Are you drunk?"
Her face falls a bit, as if I just found out her biggest secret. She shakes her head a few times, "No– no, I just had a few—" She shakes her head more, but I can tell that her balance is a bit off as she shakes her head. "I'm totally fine."
In the moment, I see that her body seems to stiffen at recognizing that my energy simply doesn't match hers. She can see that I'm a bit taken back by her suddenness of being here, and I don't really know how to react to her sitting across from me now.
I don't really know how to feel now because I'm not sure I was planning for this situation at all. Especially from the morning that she had. It was different, it wasn't exactly what I had expected from her, and I'm trying to think about how to proceed.
"So," I start, a bit confused, "you're not here to study.”
I watch as her eyes shift over the papers that I am starting to put away, maybe a bit guilty that she had come in the first place. Maybe it would have been better to be stood up than to watch the look on her face.
"Oh, are you, like," She licked over her lips, her eyes batting a few times before she notices that I've started to pick up a few things around me. "Were you getting ready to leave?” The look on my face must register because her eyes drop and she bites her lip, “Oh, fuck—okay, yeah. I'm sorry. I'm so stupid– I'm sorry."
"No, you're not. I just– must've been some miscommunication." I tell her softly, nodding a few times to remind us both that we had just been mistaken.
Stella goes to stand from her spot, pushing herself up from the chair before she pulls the skirt down her legs a bit. I watch as she grabs the small bag that had been sitting on her shoulder when she walked in.
She tucks her hair behind her ear, and I notice the small earrings that are in the dainty shape of stars settle into her lobes.
I clear my throat.
"You didn't have to—I mean, you didn't have to come, if you were having fun. I just– I mean, I thought you needed help.” I tell her softly, watching as she seems a bit lost about where to go now.
As if this was the only place she was planning on going. Almost like she didn't really see this outcome, or maybe felt like she wasn't wanted here. That wasn't the truth at all, but I didn't know how to express that.
A bit of glitter has fallen from her eyes, landing softly on her cheeks as she stands at the table.
"I knew that I was going to leave the party early," She nods her head softly, "I just didn't—yeah, I messed up and– like, I do need help but I just... Sorry for wasting your time."
There's a moment when she starts to walk off that I stand from my seat, pushing the chair back. A weird, unidentifiable feeling comes over me.
“Stella, wait."
Her head turns back towards me, a bit of a stumble in her step at the high-heeled brown boots that stack up her calves and to her knee. The unsteadiness of her walking seems a bit dangerous to me, and I don't really want to see her fall.
"Can I—I mean, don't feel like you have to say yes but," I push my hands into my jean pockets as I take in a deep breath, "Let me take you back to your friends, or something. I mean, I don't want you to—" I shake my head at my words, knowing that they sound a bit odd as we don't know each other at all. "You shouldn't be walking on campus by yourself at night."
Her eyebrows knit together, like she was trying to process the way that I spoke to her. She stared at me, a familiar stare from earlier in the morning. This time, she looked a bit more vulnerable. It was almost like she was in disbelief that I would even offer in the first place.
"Oh," She turns to me a bit, her arms crossed over her chest. "Yeah, sure."
Before there's any more conversation, I start to pack my belongings back in my backpack. All of the papers I had created for her were stuffed back into the folders, hopefully she didn't even notice that I had done that to begin with. My cheeks flush just at the thought of how ridiculous it sounded now.
Once the backpack is full, I throw it over my shoulder and start to move a bit closer to her.
Orange blossom and citrus melt from her skin, which makes me shut my eyes just at the idea of it. We start to head down the steps of the library, her feet almost dragging underneath her.
I'm not entirely sure that she realizes how many drinks she's had, but I let her take the side of the railing so that she can make her way down without tripping.
On the last staircase, her toe gets stuck underneath her foot, which makes her stumble a few times. I reach my hand out, grabbing at her elbow to steady her as she gasps at the way her balance has been thrown off. The immediate touch burns my palm, feeling her skin through the sweater material of her top.
"You okay?" I ask, watching as she nods her head a few times, humming—possibly a bit embarrassed by how off she really is. "Where do we need to get you?"
I watch as her brain starts to turn at the thought of where she needs to get to. I wonder how she got here in the first place, and who let her walk around campus like this on her own. I try to meet her eyes as she rubs at them, a bit of makeup smudging as she does so.
"Um," She shakes her head, "Flats towards 12th West. Don't really know what they're called."
We're standing outside of the library now; I'm facing her as she tries to recall where we need to go. I don't know that I've ever really dealt with a drunk person before like this. Chase was better at taking care of himself, so this was new to me.
I nod a few times, "I'm headed over there, too. Can you call a friend to ask?"
I watch as she hums to herself, agreeing with me and grabbing her cellphone out of her purse. It immediately drops to the ground from the slip of her fingers, landing with a crunch.
"Son of a fucking bitch," She exclaims, moving to squat down to grab it, but I'm already there.
Her reflexes are obviously not what they need to be, as she puts her hand over mine when we both reach for the phone. She doesn't pull away quickly, instead, keeping it there for a moment as I turn the phone around in my palm so that she can grab it.
"Thanks," She says softly, looking at the newly broken screen that leaves a large crack up the middle of her phone. "Fuck."
I watch her go to unlock the device, scrolling through her apps before landing on one and looking at it a bit intensely. The crack seems to not be that big of a deal anymore as she starts to focus harder on the screen.
"This building, here," I see that she's looking at the Find My Device, looking at a device that is right in the general direction of my apartment building. A friends contact pops up, and I try to see where it is.
The closer I look at the device, the more I notice... it is my flat building.
I take in a breath as I look at the girl, wondering if she had partaken in the Jack Daniels that had sat on the counter before I left for the library. I wonder if the scent of orange blossom would linger on my sofa at home.
The odd thought is immediately pushed from my brain as I return to reality. "I live over there, so I'll just walk you back, okay? Tell me if anything looks familiar."
My eyes linger over her body that she is crossing her arms over. The slight chill in the air makes her legs to shift a few times as we stand. I can tell that her discomfort is overwhelming her, and I feel like watching her is hurting me in a way.
"Here," I set my backpack on the ground by my feet for a moment.
Her eyes watch me do so before I pull the black hoodie from my torso, over my head. I knock my glasses on my face a bit so they're on the edge of my nose. The warmth of the cover on my body is now gone, but I watch as she seems a bit uncertain on what I'm doing.
"Take this. It's a bit of a walk." I hand her the black hoodie, her eyes trailing over it for a moment. I can see there's hesitation, which only makes the anxiety settle in my chest at her unwillingness to take the piece of clothing.
This is probably weird, and I regret it immediately.
I watch as she grabs it from my hand to throw over her body, a bit disoriented. When she lifts her arms up, the edges of her top move up around the bottom of her ribs.
I flush immediately, a heat rising up my neck almost disregarding the coolness in the air tonight.
My eyes look away, but seeing her head pop out from the hoodie makes me feel better that at least she can stay warm now.
I can't imagine that someone has allowed her to be out here like this. She walked all this way, alone, without someone to help her. She can barely walk in a straight line as we start down the other towards the apartment.
A bit of wind sweeps through, her legs exposed, and my own arms now just bare with my t-shirt.
I don't know how to firmly create conversation with her– mostly because I know that her mind isn't in the right place. Stella and I do not seem compatible, and every move she makes reminds me of that. I've watched an odd twelve hours of her life, from a huge mess to a complete mess.
But, something about her is intriguing. I’m the curious type.
My hands push into my pockets, the backpack thankfully shielding my back as we walk down the cobblestone pathways. We've walked a bit in silence, and I feel like that's for the best. But I try to give a bit of talking points in case she needs it.
"Anything look familiar?" I say, trying to keep myself warm as I feel her sway a bit against me.
Her eyes move from their site in the path to where we are on campus.
"N-No," Her teeth chatter, and I feel incredibly guilty for not driving over here instead. "B-but this is s-so nice of you." She turns her head, a mess of soft curls in her face as she pushes they out of her eyes. "You must h-have a good m-mum."
I knit my brows together, a bit confused by her logic. I push my hands far in my pocket as I grit my teeth together at how cool out it is. "Why do you say that?"
"Only a g-guy with a nice m-mum would walk a g-girl home in her going-out clothes without l-looking at her ass and just covering her u-up more." Stella chuckles a little bit; it sounds like she's trying to make a joke, but it only aches in my chest as she crosses her arms over her chest tightly.
I didn't really find that funny.
I pull my lips into my mouth as I turn my lips up just enough to acknowledge her humor. "You just need to get home safely."
I hear her sniffle next to me, the coldness getting to her. The bright pink of her nose is noticeable as the coolness hits us.
My apartment building is in sight, her eyes reach up. "This is where the party was." Her hand points directly at my building before I nod a few times.
"I live there, actually," I say, biting my lip. "I think my roommate was throwing the party you went to. His name is Chase."
Stella clears her throat, wiping at her nose, "Oh! Yeah, yeah. I know Chase.” She tells me, biting her lip, “I didn't know you lived there. You're never there when we come over.”
I take a breath in, “I– I probably am there. I just– I just don't really…”
“Not your scene?” She asks, the heel of the boots click across the pavement.
I shrug. “Not really. I– I don't drink or anything. I don't know.”
Stella tucked her hair behind her ear, “You don't have to drink. Maybe you could just hang out. You seem,” I look over at her once she pauses, “You seem really nice.”
I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth before I feel the tinge of a smile. “Thanks. You're pretty nice, too.”
When we reach the door, I open it before she walks inside the lobby. We make our way to the stairs– the elevator is seemingly always broken. I take the lead, going in front of her before we reach the second level.
When we make our way down the hall and to the front door of my flat, Stella doesn't say anything else. She just seems to accept that this is where she needs to be, and she seems to recognize where she is.
The music is over-stimulatingly loud from where we're standing out front, and I’m trying to anticipate walking into it. My hands reach into my pockets as I grab the keys. She looks much smaller wrapped in the black hoodie as it drapes down her front, hiding the remnants of the cream skirt that is gracing her small frame.
I stick the key in the door, pushing it open and hearing the blast of music immediately hit us both.
They hadn't left yet, like they said they would.
When we walk in, I move in first, Stella following behind. I look around, seeing more faces that I didn't know. There are significantly more faces now, and I just let out a sigh.
When I walk towards the kitchen, I can feel Stella behind me before I catch Chase’s eye, but I hear a louder voice first.
"Stella," I hear, "where the fuck did you go?"
I watch the blonde man from earlier approach her immediately disregarding me, a beer in his hand as he gets too close to us. I watch hesitantly as he pulls her closer, as if my existence was purely nonexistent to him.
I drop my keys in the small dish before star making my way through the crowd of people to walk back down the hall and to my bedroom, as if the past hour didn't happen. The noise of the bass is a bit overwhelming; the people don't seem to interest me.
"Needed to go for a walk." I hear her say, "I thought you guys were going to get something to eat?"
"Harry!" My eyes move to the kitchen where Chase seems a little looser than before; his smile undoubtedly bigger as he comes closer to me.
My head turns back, as I feel a grip on my arm before I can make a getaway.
"You found Hayden's girlfriend?" He asks, his eyes moving towards the familiarity of the brunette with amber eyes who had my black hoodie on over her body.
Everyone was way too drunk to miss that part. The black hoodie– I’m sure if someone knew, I'd be in trouble for that.
I stare at her talking to Hayden, her face looking relatively upset from their conversation. His hand reaches to her waist, pulling her in to kiss her.
Immediately, I look away. I feel a racing in my heart that's feels completely unnatural and like anything else I've ever felt before. Maybe the feeling of throwing up is also present, which is also weird to me.
My head turns away from the interaction– I start to pull away from Chase, back to the safer confines of my room. Back where my time and kindness aren't taken for granted.
Back to where something as simple as watching that interaction doesn't add a ridiculous ping of annoyance in the settlement of my chest.
"Yeah, something like that." I say to him, moving away before he can follow me to my room, just like earlier.
"How was your studying?" He asks, pretending like he cares for a moment. I can tell by the look in his eyes he won't remember this conversation tomorrow.
I turn towards him, holding my door in my hand, "Don't know if she's going to remember anything tomorrow for the exam. But I tried."
With a simple shut, the music is still a bit too loud from the other side of the door. But, out of sight, out of mind.
CW: Minor language, small emotional moment, smut and mentions of how shy Harry was in the beginning.
Word Count: 9.4K
A/N: I have loved writing this story! These two hold a very special place in my heart so thank you for joining me on this fun ride of doing my first ceo Harry and arranged marriage fic! Honestly this is giving more epilogue vibes but I hope y’all enjoy✨
Summary: Harry has a meeting to discuss his leadership while you have lunch with your mother in law to discuss your marriage✨
“So I hear you and Harry are quite the power couple.” You try to be polite and give the woman who’s speaking to you all your attention but you’re finding it hard to take your eyes off the man all the way across the room who keeps adjusting his glasses and running a hand through his curly hair as he stands amongst a group of men in tuxedos. “I forget-how long have you two been married again?”
“Six months.” You answer with a smile as you finally look away from Harry. “And I don’t know if you’d call us a power couple considering I don’t do much besides-”
“Oh don’t sell yourself short we all know who the real brains of the whole operation is.” You feel your jaw clench slightly as the woman whose name you have completely let slip away from you due to its lack of importance reaches out and places her hand on your arm. “These men wouldn’t know left from right if it weren’t for us. I honestly don’t think my husband would be able to function without me…it’s a bit sad really.” She adds with a little sigh but the smile that she keeps spread across her face at the fact her husband needs her to survive makes a shiver of disgust roll down your spine all the way to your toes, you bring your glass up to your lips to hide your look of annoyance and finish off your wine in one big unladylike sip making the woman’s eye go wide for a split second before she corrects herself.
“That’s unfortunate that you’re married to someone who couldn’t find their way out of a paper bag.” Your tone is soft and gentle as you reach over and place your hand on her arm giving it a sympathetic pat. “Luckily I’m married to someone who isn’t only handsome but extremely smart and speaking of Harry you’ll have to excuse me for a moment I need to go ask him something really quick.” The woman’s mouth drops open and she lets out a light scoff as you give her arm one last pat before turning around and heading in the direction of where Harry’s standing.
You give the waiter a smile as he takes your empty glass, placing it on his tray and walking away leaving you free to smooth out the front of your dark burgundy dress. You look around and feel the initial excitement of getting invited to this black tie event with Harry to celebrate some merger between two companies he is looking at doing business with starting to dwindle as the minutes tick by forcing you have to be around and socialize with people who only remind you of your mother and father. You hear a group of older gentleman who are laughing at something that you just know isn’t even funny, the obnoxious sound making your ears twitch as you maneuver through the crowded space. When you get close enough to the group of men Harry is standing with a grin spreads across your face at how uninterested he looks as the man next to him starts talking, his hand that’s not holding his glass of water reaches up to slide his glasses further up his nose and for some reason this simple action has a swarm of butterflies going off in your tummy.
“Excuse me gentlemen would any of you happen to know the time?” Harry’s head instantly turns in the direction of your voice as you give the group of men your best smile and keep your voice soft and sweet. “Usually I’d be able to keep track of it myself but a watch just didn’t really go with this dress.” You add as you motion to your gown with a quiet laugh making the men just chuckle as you make a move to stand next to Harry.
Harry watches in his usual state of awe as all the men quickly try to be the first one to pull out their pocket watch or roll up a sleeve of their tuxedo jacket to get a glimpse at their wristwatch just so they can tell you, someone they don’t even know what time it is. He feels your hand on his lower back and it brings him a sense of calm that has his shoulders relaxing and the muscles in his jaw loosening up a bit from all the fake smiling and laughing he’s had to do over the last hour. A man to the left of Harry, with a proud grin on his face leans over and shows you the pearl face of his Rolex and points to the hands on the clock.
“It’s half past seven ma’am.” The man answers and you let out a hum of appreciation as you give him a polite nod, Harry feels his hand clench into a fist when he notices the man’s eyes roam up and down your body very obviously checking you out.
“Still have a few more hours left at the ball before you turn back into a pumpkin.” You give the man standing across from you a little chuckle that Harry knows is fake and it makes his blood start to boil when he shoots you a little wink while bringing his glass of whiskey up to his lips.
“Did you hear that honey? I have a few more hours until I turn back into a pumpkin.” Harry has to hold back a laugh as you place your free hand on his chest that shows off your wedding ring and look up at him with an amused expression on your face and a glimmer of something playful in your eyes while the men around you all start clearing their throats and turning and moving away from one another now that they are suddenly aware the woman in front of them is spoken for, much like all of them who’s wives were in the group you just excused yourself from.
“I say we take advantage of the time I have left.” You tell him with a smile that Harry has learned only means trouble, it’s the smile you give him before you take advantage of the fact he finds it hard to control himself when it comes to you leading him to take any and all opportunities he can get to have his hands and lips on you in some way.
“Baby…” His voice is soft but has a gentle warning undertone to it as he places his glass of water down on the small table behind him before moving so he’s standing in front of you, your hand moves to his waist while the other stays on his chest. “We only have an hour left until we can leave.” He tells you as his hands grab your hips while he leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m not trying to make us leave early Harry I know the proper etiquette for events like this don’t worry.” You explain but Harry still sees a small glimmer of something in your eyes that makes him think you’re plotting something.
“Then tell me sweetheart what are you trying to do?” He asks making a grin spread across your face as you grab at the lapel of his jacket with the hand that was resting on his chest, he lets you pull him down until your lips are next to his ear.
“If you follow me to the bathroom I’ll show you.” You whisper making Harry swallow thickly as you teasingly press a featherlight kiss to the sensitive skin of Harry’s neck before allowing him to pull away and stand up straight.
“You can’t be-wait are you-the bathroom? Like-right n-now?” You just nod as Harry struggles to comprehend the words that just came out of your mouth resulting in him not being able to form complete sentences.
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” You tease as you grab his hand and start walking towards the exit of the giant ballroom the event is being held in at one of the five star hotels downtown near Harry’s office.
He lets you lead the way, offering people a few polite smiles and nods as the two of you work your way through the crowd and he feels his insides fluttering with a growing nervousness once you push open the door and the two of you are standing in an empty hallway. Harry isn’t sure if he will ever get used to you looking at him the way you are now, like you can’t wait to get your hands on him because a small part of him still doesn’t really understand how someone as put together and confident as you ended up with someone like him. But he pushes all that to the side as he catches a small glimpse of your wedding ring, a gentle reminder that you didn’t just end up with him, you chose to be with him and it’s no longer just because he needed someone to take his last name so he can run a company, it’s because you love him. The smile you give him before practically dragging him down the hallway towards the dimly lit area of the bathrooms has his nerves fading away and being replaced with a dull thrumming of anticipation that travels all the way down to the tips of his fingers.
“Baby we can’t-” Harry gets cut off by your hand squeezing his as you push open the door to the bathroom pulling him inside with you.
“Harry there’s literally no one in here.” You tell him with a laugh as you let go of his hand so you can lock the door while he stands in front of the sinks. “So just relax.” A puff of air slips past his lips as he adjusts his glasses.
“I am relaxed I’ve just never-” Your lips crashing into his have the rest of his sentence being swallowed down as your hands grab his face pulling him closer.
Harry’s hands reach out so one is grabbing your hip pulling you flush against him while the other slides into your hair at the back of your head so he can deepen the kiss. You let out a small moan when Harry’s tongue slips into your mouth, you move your hands down to his chest gently pushing him so his lower back is pressed against the counter the sinks are on. Harry feels your hands start to slide down the front of his tux until you’re messing with the buttons on his slacks. You pull away from his lips trying to catch your breath before kissing down his jaw to the side of his neck and when he feels your hand slip into his pants he lets out a sigh and grabs your wrist making a small frown to take over your face.
“Don’t get all pouty.” He says softly as he pulls your hand out of his slacks and places it firmly on his chest but you just wiggle it out from under his palm making him let out a sigh of defeat.
“Then let me do what I dragged you in here for.” Harry lets out a chuckle as he looks down at your hands that are once again messing with his pants.
“I just-these floors are tile and I don’t want you to hurt your knees.” Harry’s cheeks get hot as the words leave his mouth, your eyes soften as you look up at him and see his bright green eyes staring right at you. “Or mess up your dress.” He adds with a smile that has your hands pausing their attempts to get his pants undone.
“I am so turned on right now.” Harry wants to laugh but he can tell by the way your eyes darken and you lick your lips as you stare up at him that you’re being extremely serious.
“Me worrying about your knees and dress really did it for you huh?” You shake your head as Harry’s places a hand on the side of your face.
“Yes but it was also the way you kept pushing up your glasses and running your hand through your hair all night you know the glasses drive me crazy.” You explain making Harry smile at how such simple acts have you wanting him so badly you had to drag him into a bathroom.
“You really can’t wait until we get home?” He asks shocking even himself because normally he jumps at any opportunity to get close to you. “You need me right now?” Your lust filled gaze answers his question as you stare at him, turning your head to kiss the inside of his hand making him smile.
“No-I can’t want until we get home I need you now.” Harry starts to let out a little chuckle but it gets cut off by a low groan as your hand slides back down his slacks and under the waistband of his boxers. “Don’t worry this won’t hurt my knees.” You tease as Harry’s hand drops from your face so he can grip the edge of the counter as you wrap your hand around his hard cock.
“B-baby I don’t think this-oh fuck.” His worries get pushed to the back of his mind as the pad of your thumb gently slides over his leaking tip making his hips buck uncontrollably.
“You don’t need to think about anything other than how good my hand feels.” You tell him softly as your free hand works his pants down his thighs until they drop to his ankles. “And it does feel good doesn’t it? Having your wife’s hand wrapped around you like this?” Harry’s eyes close as you start to slowly move your hand up and down his thick shaft, he leans into the counter for support as your lips find the side of his neck.
“So good-feels so good.” You smile against the soft skin of his neck as he lets out a moan of your name when you start to move your hand faster and make your grip on him a little more firm.
“I love making you feel good like this.” Harry has to bite down on his bottom lip as you quicken your pace even more. “You look so handsome when all you can think about is me. I love it.” You feel Harry’s hips start to buck as you become more determined with your strokes, a loud moan falls past his parted lips as he tilts his head up towards the ceiling.
“Al-always thinking of you baby.” He says with a sigh as he looks down and into your rounded eyes, you just smile at him as he feels your free hand slide to the back of his neck and into his hair giving it a small tug making him groan as he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
“Shit-oh god yes yes just like that baby d-don’t stop.” He pants as he pulls away from your soft lips and slams his palm flat on the counter behind him as your grip tightens around his throbbing cock, his hips work to match your pace and after a few more strokes Harry is closing his eyes and letting out a choked cry of your name making you smile when you feel the sudden warmth of his release coat your hand.
Harry lets out a soft little whine when you unwrap your hand from around him, he adjusts his glasses as he opens his eyes and the sight in front of him nearly has his knees going out and his mouth falling open. Your eyes find his as you bring your hand up to your lips, a teasing smile on your face as you slowly lick the top of your hand letting you get a little taste of him. You let out a hum of satisfaction as you clean off the last few droplets from your knuckles while Harry just stands there watching. And for a moment he’s in a partial state of shock watching you do something so filthy, because normally you’re the one who is laying or standing there trying to catch your breath after Harry makes you feel good. But it’s only a brief moment because then you’re kneeling down and helping pull his pants back up his thighs and the tender action and sweet smile you give him has him letting out a small chuckle at how quickly you fall back into the role of his loving wife who just wants to do nice things for him.
“I love you.” You can’t help but grin as Harry’s hands find your hips pulling you between his legs. “You know that right?” Harry asks as his hands give your hips a squeeze.
“I know you do.” You tell him with a smile as you finish fixing his pants for him. “I love you too.” Harry lets out a dramatic sigh of relief making you laugh and roll your eyes. “Now come on let’s go back to this party before someone notices you’re missing.”
“Trust me sweetheart it’s not me they’ll notice is missing.” You give him a playful glare that he just ignores as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead. He drops his hands from your hips so you can walk over to the sink and wash your hands and fix your dress while Harry stands behind you with a silly little smile on his face feeling a strong sense of pride wash over him at the fact he’s the one that gets to be on your arm and the one you leave with because he’s the one that gets the privilege of calling you his wife.
“What are your plans for the day love?” Harry asks as he runs a hand up and down your back as you rest your head on his chest, enjoying the warmth of you pressed against him.
“I have lunch with your mom and then I have a meeting with Zayn about-”
“You’re having lunch with my mom?” Harry asks with a quirked brow as he moves to sit up so his back is resting against the headboard. “W-when did that happen?” You laugh at the slight crack in Harry’s voice as he pulls you to straddle his lap.
“She called me a few days ago and asked if I was free.” You explain as Harry’s hands grab onto your hips while you run a hand through his hair. “So she’s coming over around noon to tell me all your embarrassing stories and to help me figure out what to do with the backyard our garden is looking very sad.” Harry’s thumbs run over the fabric of your nightgown and he can’t fight off the smile that spreads across his face when you mention the garden, finding a sense of joy at the idea of you wanting to spruce up a part of the house because it reassures him that you really meant what you said when the two of you had a conversation four months ago about this marriage being real and wanting to make it last.
“So that means you like it here?” He watches with a fondness in his gaze as you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses for him. “Or would you want to uhm-uh move somewhere else?”
“I love it here.” You answer as you place Harry’s glasses on his face. “This house feels like an actual home to me and it’s nice.” The corners of your mouth twitch as you look down at the swallows Harry has tattooed on his upper chest. “My house never felt warm and inviting like this place does and I like the little memories it holds-like when you dropped a pitcher of lemonade when you were little and that’s why there’s a crack in the tile by the back door. This house feels lived in and I just-I really love it.” Harry’s hands give your hips a light squeeze letting you know he’s listening as you reach down and start to mess with his cross pendant, something he knows you do when you need a sense of comfort. “Do you want to stay here?” You ask quietly, Harry moves his hands so they are gently cupping your face so he can tilt your head up making you look at him.
“I just want to be where you are.” He tells you with a smile as he leans down to place a kiss to your forehead. “I’m glad you love it here.” You feel your eyes get the familiar sting to them as his thumbs run up and down your cheekbones. “I want to make this feel like our home-make our own memories.” His voice is soft as a few tears slip down your cheeks. “I just want you to be happy.” You place your hands over his that are still gently cupping your face.
“I’m very happy.” You tell him with a sniffle, Harry smiles as he leans down and bumps the tip of his nose against yours making soft giggle slip past your lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too baby.” He says sweetly before he presses his lips against yours in a loving kiss that has you smiling when he pulls away. “What’s the meeting with Zayn about?” He asks as he wipes away the last few tears off your face.
“We are going over the schedule for next week so I can move some things around to make sure I’m off the day of your board meeting next Wednesday.”
“You don’t have to move things around for my meeting sweetheart it’s not that important.” You give him a glare as your hands fall down to his chest.
“Harry Styles did you just tell me the meeting that’s all about your future as the head of your company isn’t important?” Harry’s eyes go slightly wide and his hands start to run up and down your arms as you furrow your brows at him.
“N-no I’m just saying that you d-don’t need to move things around for me.” He fumbles through his words making you roll your eyes at him. “I don’t want you to have to change your schedule for me.” You let out a scoff as you move off Harry’s lap making him pout while he watches you climb off the bed.
“Don’t be silly Harry you’re my husband and I’ll clear my whole calendar if I have to as long as it means I can be there for important meetings or events.” You inform him as you walk around the bed so you’re standing near his nightstand. “You’d do the same for me.” Harry can’t argue or try to deny it because you’re right, he’d clear a whole month of his schedule for you and hearing you tell him you’d do the same has him staring at you with a look that has you letting out a laugh as you lean over and place a kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
“You’re just cute in general.” He says without missing a beat making you roll your eyes but he smiles when he sees your cheeks get pink before you turn and head towards the bathroom to start getting ready for the day.
Anne has a smile on her face that you’ve seen countless times before because it’s the exact same smile Harry gives you when he’s watching you do something simple like make a cup of coffee or stir a pot while making dinner. But Anne is giving you this smile as she sits across the table from you with a cup of tea in her hands as you tell her all about the last few months with Harry and how the two of you are doing. She knows that the two of you have gotten extremely close and that’s part of the reason she asked to stop by for lunch, she wants to find out what exactly has changed and if it’s the sort of change that could possibly mean you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.
“Harry mentioned something about wanting a few rose bushes near the back gate but I also told him I’d like some sunflowers over there as well but what do you think? Would roses be better?” Anne lets out a quiet chuckle as she places her teacup down on its matching saucer.
“I think sunflowers would be lovely and Harry can have his roses over by the front gate.” She answers making you nod as you bring your cup up to your lips to take a small sip. “Now I’m not trying to be the nosey mother in law but how are things going? I know you mentioned that the two of you are doing well but I just-what does that mean exactly?” She asks with nothing but a kind and caring sense of curiosity in her voice and you know it’s not just because she wants to make sure her son is okay but because she cares about you and your happiness as well so she wants to make sure you’re still okay with everything and it makes your heart swell because she gives you the kind of warm and comforting feelings you wish you could get from your own mother.
“The easiest way to answer that is to just tell you that I love your son very much and I feel extremely lucky that he also happens to love me as well.” You watch Anne’s face break out into a grin and before you can even blink she’s up out of her chair and wrapping her arms around you in a warm hug.
“Oh that’s just wonderful love I’m so happy for the two of you.” She says as she tries to keep her emotions under control. “What does this mean? The marriage is-”
“It’s just a marriage.” You answer with a smile as she goes back to her seat. “Harry and I met with the lawyers and since there wasn’t a time constraint built into the contract it was easy to just end it and that was a little over three months ago and since then I’ve just been Mrs. Styles with no strings attached. I’m really so happy to be his wife.” You explain and Anne watches as you mindlessly mess with your wedding ring as you speak and it has her eyes getting misty as a feeling of true happiness practically radiates off of you.
“I haven’t seen Harry this happy in-well ever really. You make him feel comfortable in his own skin and I know he’s always going to be a little quiet but you’ve given him this boost to confidence that makes him more willing to be in the mix of things and it’s been wonderful to watch.” You try to blink back a few tears as Anne reaches her hand across the table so she can grab yours and give it a squeeze. “You’ve just given him the encouragement and gentle nudge to be the kind of man I think he’s always wanted to be but just didn’t know how and-and I can’t thank you enough for not trying to change him but just helping him see that he’s worthy of being in charge of things and is capable of way more than he thinks.” The two of you both have tears sliding down your cheeks as she gives your hand another squeeze before letting it go so she can dab at her face with the napkin next to her tea.
“I knew the moment I saw him in that cafe with his cute little cardigan and glasses that he was going to be the perfect ceo-he just needed someone to tell him he deserves all the things happening to him and that he doesn’t need to change he just needs to learn how to stand firm in his decisions and let me tell you he’s learned that alright he’s fired four people already.” Anne’s eyes go wide making you let out a laugh as you wipe the last of the tears from your cheeks.
“My son? Has fired people?”
“Oh yeah two in one meeting and the annoying thing is I didn’t even get to watch him do it.” You say with a playful huff as you grab your tea. “I mean I spent so much time getting him to understand that people will learn how to respect him as the man they work for instead of just a man they work with it’s just going to take time and then he goes and fires people-making him look like the ultimate boss man all while I’m not there.” Anne lets out a chuckle as she shakes her head at the idea of her son being able to fire anyone let alone four people.
“He really has turned into such a confident businessman and it’s remarkable really because he was a bit of a mess this time last year-he struggled just making a toast at the Christmas party and now he’s running meetings and holding conference calls and firing people.”
“He’s doing amazing and honestly it doesn’t really have a lot to do with me he just-he’s a good person and that translates well into the kind of boss he is at work.”
“Oh love it has a lot to do with you because he wouldn’t feel brave enough to break out of his comfort zone if he didn’t know he had someone to catch him if it all goes poorly.”
“I guess that’s true.” You can’t help but let out a soft sigh as you turn and look out at the backyard. “But he’s the one that seems to be catching me most of the time.” You tell her quietly as you look over at the small birdbath you made Harry buy you the other weekend while out shopping for new cushions for the sun loungers. “He’s so patient with me and doesn’t hesitate to remind me that with him I come first-even before the company and that’s just not something I’m used to but I like it.” Anne just nods and smiles as you tell her the ways Harry has helped you just in different ways than you’ve helped him. “I just really love the way he loves me.”
“You two are really a beautiful couple and I wish you nothing but a lifetime of happiness with each other.” You smile as you look back over at her as she reaches over and places a hand on your arm giving it a soft pat. “Now come on enough with these waterworks let’s go see what all we can get done in the garden-oh and you can tell me all about this Sydney girl? I heard you two had some sort of interaction a while ago?” You roll your eyes at the mention of Harry’s assistant as the two of you stand up from the table, Anne laughs as she drapes an arm over your shoulders leading you out to the garden area of the backyard.
“She’s Harry’s assistant and I just think she was a little too friendly with him but she’s fine now-how did you even hear about that?”
“Well Harry may have mentioned something a few weeks ago when he called to check on how his father is handling retirement.”
“Oh god he told you? He probably made it sound way more dramatic than it was.” You tell her with a laugh as the two of you stand in the middle of the very sad looking garden area that has turned into nothing but a few overgrown beds of what used to be flowers but is now just a bunch of weeds.
“Wasn’t dramatic at all actually he seemed a little proud of the fact you had to let someone know that he’s off limits. I had to have a similar conversation with a few of Edward’s assistants as well over the years-people see a powerful and wealthy man and just act as if they don’t know proper manners.” You turn your head to look over at her as she moves around the space, eyeing certain spots that she thinks might be good for a few herb and vegetable plants.
“Exactly and don’t get me wrong I completely understand why they’d want to pursue them but I think the ring on their finger should be enough of a deterrent and make them act more professional.” Anne just gives you a reassuring smile as she looks over at you as you let out a huff of annoyance as all the times you’ve seen people at Harry’s office practically throw themselves at him right in front of you begin to flood your mind.
“Oh love people don’t care about a ring anymore it means nothing.” She explains as gently as she can while you just nod and cross your arms over your chest.
“I know I just-he’s mine.” Anne laughs at the seriousness of your voice as your hands fall to your hips.
“Exactly. He’s yours and yours alone because I don’t even think Harry really pays attention to anyone around him besides you especially if they are being flirty-he’s a bit oblivious.”
“That’s true.” You say with a silly smile because Harry isn’t at all aware of the effect he has on people and is horrible at picking up signals from others when they are being a bit flirty with him, aside from you who he can read like a book and knows exactly what you’re saying when you give him playful winks and little smirks from across a room.
“How do you feel about marigolds? This would be a lovely spot for a few rows.” You look down at where she’s pointing at and just give her a nod before she walks over to the back end of the garden area. “Oh and some lavender over here would be nice.” She adds with a smile and all you can do is nod as a grin spreads across your face at the idea of turning this little section of the backyard into a garden you and Harry can enjoy for years to come, an idea that just a few months ago would’ve given you an uneasy feeling about not knowing what the future holds now makes you feel excited and almost giddy because you know your future is with Harry.
“Good morning Mrs. Styles.” Harry’s ears perk up at the sound of Sydney’s voice outside his office door. “I’ll make sure he’s unbothered for the next hour.” He quirks a brow as he adjusts his glasses but his look of slight confusion is instantly wiped away the moment he watches his door open revealing you standing there looking at his assistant with a small smile on your face.
“Thank you Sydney-love the blouse by the way it’s very pretty.” Your voice is its usual soft tone that still manages to make Harry’s heart start pounding in his chest even though you’re not even speaking to him.
“Thank you.” She tells you returning your smile as you turn to finally look in Harry’s direction and you can’t help but grin at him as he rushes to stand up and walk around his desk. “I’ve cleared the next hour for you Mr. Styles and your meeting is still scheduled for two in the conference room.” Harry just gives Sydney a nod letting her know he heard her but his eyes never leave yours, you stand near his door waiting to hear the soft click of it closing but before you can even take a step forward and place your purse down on one of the leather chairs in front of Harry’s desk his hands are on you.
Harry’s lips find yours as he places a hand on the side of your face allowing him to tilt it upward while his other grabs at your hip pulling you flush against him. He ignores the small little squeak you let out as you drop your purse to the floor so you can place your hands flat against his chest while his lips move against yours in a way that has him craving more. You slide a hand up to the back of his neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth with an experienced ease that has you letting out the faintest little sigh that goes straight to Harry’s head making him want to do whatever it takes to hear more of your sweet little noises. When Harry’s hand slides to your lower back and then down to grab at your backside you let out a small giggle as you manage to pull away from him.
“Well hello to you too handsome.” Harry feels his cheeks get hot as you look up at him with a playful smile, he feels himself relax as you play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Sorry sweetheart I just couldn’t help myself.” He tells you softly as he leans down so he can place a kiss to your forehead. “I thought you were going to stop by after the meeting?” You just shrug as his thumb runs over the smooth skin of your jaw while his other hand keeps its firm grip on your backside.
“I figured you could use a little distraction before the stress of your first board meeting so I decided to just come over early.” You explain and for some reason the way you’re looking up at him with big rounded eyes and a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth has his mind forgetting about anything that’s not related to you and how badly he wants you.
“Oh you wanted to be a distraction huh?” You just nod as Harry turns the two of you around, you bite down on your bottom lip when you feel his hand slide down to the hem of your dress. “I am feeling very stressed at the moment.” He teases as he slips his hand under your dress, when you open your mouth to say something Harry is quick to place his lips on yours in a hungry kiss.
You close your eyes and let yourself get lost in the feeling of Harry’s lips on yours, not even noticing the fact he’s been slowly walking you backwards until the back of your knees hit the edge of his desk. In a moment of lust filled bravery Harry drops his hand from the side of your face so he can use both hands to push the skirt of your dress up so it’s right at your waist, all while never taking his lips off yours. Your hand gives the back of his hair a small tug when you feel his hand on the inside of your thigh, the coldness of his wedding ring against your warm skin sends a small chill down your spine. Harry smiles against your lips when he hears you let out a small moan as the tip of his middle finger teases you over the silky fabric of your panties.
“You wore these just for me didn’t you?” He asks as he kisses his way down your jaw, your response gets caught in your throat when Harry moves the fabric to the side letting him slip two fingers into your already soaked center. “You remember the rules don’t you baby?” Your grip on his shoulder tightens as he slowly starts to pump his thick digits in and out of your wetness.
“Y-yes I remember.” You answer quickly making Harry let out a chuckle as he kisses down your neck. “Don’t be loud and no m-marks.” You add already knowing he was going to want you to tell him the rules before he really starts to give you what he knows you desperately want from him.
“Good girl.” His voice is low and quiet as his lips hover right next to your ear, you feel your body start to melt into him as he quickens the pace of his fingers. “Been thinking of you all day.” He admits softly, you let out a quiet moan as one of your hands slides down his chest until you’re cupping his hard length over his slacks.
“I can tell.” Your voice is breathy making Harry let out a low groan as your hand gives him a small squeeze over his pants, hearing his deep voice in your ear has an intense surge of desire radiate throughout your whole body. “W-want to feel you Harry-please.” You try not to sound as desperate as you feel but at the same time you don’t really care because all you can think about is how badly you need him inside you.
“Baby I have two fingers tucked deep inside you right now-can you not feel them? Do I need to add another?” You try to hold back a moan as he curves his fingers letting him hit the spot that has your legs feeling wobbly, Harry knows he’s being a little mean but he can’t help it he loves it when you get so desperate for him you turn into a whiney mess.
“Yes-yes I feel them I just-” you have to bite down on your bottom lip to silence yourself when you feel Harry’s thumb start to rub slow circles over your clit.
“You just what sweetheart?” Harry softly encourages you to finish your sentence as he looks down at you with a pleased look on his face at how beautiful you look when he’s got you teetering on the edge of wanting to give in to the pleasure he’s giving you when he knows how badly you want him to give you more.
“I want your-oh god.” Your words are muffled by the sound of your hand slamming down on the desk behind you to help keep you upright, the sign that says Harry’s name and title that sits right in front of his monitors shakes with the force of your hand making contact with the desk as Harry adds a third finger and increases the pressure of his thumb on your clit.
“What do you want baby? Hmm? Tell me so I can give it to you.” He taunts as his lips find your neck but all you can think about is how hard it is to keep your sounds to yourself as he pumps his long fingers in and out of you at a pace that has your toes curling inside your heels.
“I-I want your cock H-Harry please.” You manage to get the words out between soft moans and one small gasp when Harry quickens the pace of his fingers, you feel his lips pause their exploration of your neck so he can pull back enough to look you in the eyes.
“How do you want it?” He asks as he slowly slides his fingers out of your soaked center, he quickly leans down and kisses the small pout off your face before he takes a small step backwards giving you space to move around. But to his surprise instead of walking over to the couch he has up against the wall near his bookshelves he watches with lust filled eyes as you quickly slide the silky panties down your legs, gracefully kicking them to the side before turning around and pulling the skirt of your dress over your hips and bending over so your chest is flush against the top of his desk.
“Shit baby you’re gonna be the death of me.” You smile to yourself as you feel his hands slide up the sides on your thighs. “Can’t believe I’m married to someone so perfect and so filthy that she wants me to fuck her on my desk.” You let out a soft moan as Harry’s hands grab as the soft flesh of your ass giving it a firm squeeze before letting go so he can unbutton his slacks letting them drop down to his ankles.
“You have to take those off.” Your voice is soft as you sit up just enough to look at Harry over your shoulder, he quirks a brow at you as he fixes his glasses before looking down at his pants that are pooled at his feet.
“Take what off?” He asks making you smile at how adorable he looks when he’s genuinely confused.
“Your pants Harry you can’t let them get all wrinkled you have a meeting in an hour.”
“Oh-right right okay uh-uhm one moment.” He quickly manages to get his shoes off and slips his slacks off so he can carefully drape them over the armrest of one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Don’t know what I’d do without you sweetheart.” He tells you as his hands grab your hips and he leans over so he can press a quick kiss to your lips making you smile when he pulls away. You barely have time to turn your head and face the wall of windows that line the back of Harry’s office before you feel him spread your legs a little wider so he can situate himself between them and before you can prepare yourself he’s pushing his thick cock inside of you with one harsh thrust making you let out a loud cry that he quickly muffles with his hand reaching out and covering your mouth.
“Remember the rules baby-you wanted this and I’m going to give it to you but only if you stay quiet for me okay? People are trying to work.” He warns as he leans over you so his lips are near your ear, he removes his hand after you give him a small nod. Harry sets a steady pace with his hips that has your chest being pressed flat against the top of his desk with each thrust, you muffle your moans by burying your head in the crook of your elbow and Harry has to hold back a groan when he looks down and sees his cock glistening with your arousal as he pumps it in and out of you.
“Doing so good always so perfect.” His gentle praise has your insides buzzing, he leans over and places open mouthed kisses to your back over the fabric of your dress earning him a soft little sigh. “Shit baby I don’t know how much longer I can last-been thinking of having you wrapped around me like this all day it’s been driving me crazy.” He says between rough thrusts that have his hands gripping onto your hips to keep you still as he pounds into you.
“Please Harry don’t-don’t stop I’m so close oh god-you’re so good-feels so good.” Harry closes his eyes as your words hit his ears and he can feel how close you are to coming undone for him, you start to squeeze him making him have to swallow down a moan as his grip tightens on your hips.
“You like feeling me deep inside you like this don’t you baby? Love being bent over and spread open for me so I can fuck you nice and hard just the way you like.” You feel your body start to tingle as Harry starts to thrust into you with a new found determination and after just a few harsh thrusts of his hips your back is arching and his name is falling from your lips in the softest prettiest moan he’s ever heard as your release hits you like a tidal wave.
“That’s it baby keep soaking me just like that.” He pants as he keeps his brutal pace making you let out little moans as he helps guide your hips to meet his thrusts. “Always feel so good like this-fuck I love you.” His voice is husky as he gives you a few more deep thrusts before his hips press against you and he’s mumbling your name mixed with a few curse words as he starts to coat your walls with his warm release making you let out a breathy sigh that Harry swears is one of content now that you’re getting pumped full of him in a way he knows you like.
“I love you too.” You mumble as you rest your cheek on your forearm while Harry’s hands slide up sides as he leans over you so he can place a kiss to the back of your neck.
“You okay baby?” You smile at the feeling of his hands gently pulling your dress back down after he slowly pulls out and slips his boxers back on.
“I’m perfect.” You tell him with a sigh as he helps you stand up and turn around so you can face him. “How are you?” Harry smiles as you reach up and fix his hair and adjust his tie for him.
“I feel like the luckiest man on earth.” He answers in a tone that lets you know he’s being honest, you just playfully shake your head as you watch him start to put his pants back on. You bend down to grab your panties but before your hand can reach them Harry beats you to it. “Oh no sweetheart these are staying with me.” You stare at him with wide eyes as he places them in the pocket of his slacks that he’s in the middle of buttoning back up.
“Harry Edward Sty-”
“You can use my full name all you want but it’s not going to get your panties back-I need them for good luck.”
“Good luck? How are those good luck?”
“Because you were wearing them when you walked into my office and let me bend you over my desk-you can’t really get much luckier than that.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my sweet shy husband who used to struggle to just look at me?” Harry lets out a laugh as his hands find your waist while yours get to work fixing his shirt making sure it doesn’t look wrinkled.
“I’m still your sweet husband I just don’t struggle to look at you anymore.” You feel his hands gently pull you closer to him making you look up at him with a quirked brow when you see a playful smirk on his face. “Now I just struggle to look away from you.” You can’t even hold back the giggle that slips past your lips while Harry just stares at you with his big bright eyes that are full of nothing but love.
“Get out of here before you’re late to your meeting.” You tease making Harry just smile as you reach up on your tiptoes so you can place a kiss to his lips.
“It’s a meeting all about how I’m doing as head of this company so it’s not like it can start without me.” You roll your eyes as he adjusts his glasses one last time before releasing his hands from your waist. “I’ll see you later sweetheart. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He steals one last kiss from your lips before he turns around and grabs his suit jacket off the coat rack near his door. You give him a little wave when he looks at you over his shoulder just needing to get one last glimpse of you before he opens his office door and steps out of it letting it softly close behind him. “That’s my husband.” You mumble to yourself as a smile breaks out over your face when you turn around and fix his name plate on his desk before plopping down into one of the leather seats.
Harry has a grin on his face as he looks outside the windows in the breakfast area of the kitchen, he brings his mug of coffee up to his lips as his eyes watch you bend over and grab one of the few pots full of flowers you and his mother picked out the other day while having a girls day at the garden center. As he watches you mess with the flowers Harry feels as if for the first time in his life he has everything he’s ever wanted, he has a family that’s proud of him, he’s officially the new ceo of the company allowing it to stay in the Styles family and he has a wife that he loves more than anything. The look of concentration on your face has him letting out a soft chuckle as you purse your lips while eyeing a wonky pot full of marigolds that you quickly fix making a little smile work it’s way onto your face. Harry nearly drops his mug when you look over your shoulder and catch him blatantly staring at you, not that you care he’s watching you but sometimes he still gets a little embarrassed when you catch him in the act even eight months after marrying you. He takes a few more sips of his coffee before placing it down on the table so he can join you outside.
“Hey there handsome.” Your voice is sweet and bubbly as Harry walks up behind you, he places his hands on the top of your shoulders giving them a little squeeze as you tilt your head back so he can lean down and place a quick kiss to your lips.
“It looks nice out here sweetheart you’ve done a great job.” You smile as his hands start to gently rub the tops of your shoulders that he knows get sore after a few hours messing with pots and bags of soil. “You know I was wondering how you’d feel about maybe switching rooms?”
“Switching rooms? Why?” You question as you lean forward and dig a few holes to place some flowers in. Harry bites his bottom lip as he reaches up and fixes his glasses, suddenly feeling nervous.
“Well uhm because we technically sleep in a guest bedroom so uh if we moved into the main bedroom it would leave a few rooms open for us to turn into uh into o-other rooms.” You pause your movements and turn your head to look up at Harry who is rubbing at the back of his neck that’s turning a light shade of red.
“What do you mean by other rooms? We already have an office and a study we don’t need three guest-” The rest of your sentence gets stuck in your throat as you slowly start to put the pieces together of what Harry is trying to say. “You don’t want it to be another guest room do you?” Harry shakes his head no as you drop the small hand shovel, he moves so he can reach his hands out to help you up off the ground.
“No I don’t want it to be another guest room I’d uhm like it to be a-a nursery if that-that’s something you’d like as well? I-I understand if it’s too soon or if you don’t-”
“You want to have a baby with me?” Harry just looks at you as if you just asked him the silliest question he’s ever heard making him reach out and cup your face in his hands.
“I do.” He tells you before placing a kiss to your lips, you smile when he pulls away and grab his wrists giving them a soft squeeze. “I’m not saying we have to try right now or anything I just wanted you to know that whenever you’re ready I’m more than okay with starting a family with you.”
“I’d love to have tons of babies with you Harry.” You tell him with a smile as his thumbs run up and down your cheekbones. “But I’d like to just enjoy being married for a little longer before we start trying if that’s okay?”
“Of course baby that’s fine.” He says softly as he leans in to kiss the top of your head. “I still sometimes don’t understand how I got so lucky to have you as my wife.”
“Your mom has good taste.” You tease making him laugh as you reach up and place a kiss to his lips.
“That’s true. She does.”
“I love you Mr. Styles.” Harry grins as your hands move to rest on his chest letting your wedding ring catch the light from the mid morning sun.
