Summary: This was a request by: moonlixhtbae17 on Wattpad - "can u write one where y/n is really insecure and she's really upset about it and h makes her feel better and feel so loved i think that would be cute"
Warnings: soft and sensual smut18+, insecurities, rude/mean comments, some strong language, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, fluff
Master
∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘
"Have a good meeting, Harry." I smile and tuck a curl under his bandana. He smiles and leans in to kiss me, "I'll try." He leans back, "You good?"
I nod, "I'm great."
He raise an eyebrow, "y/n." He cups my cheeks, "If anything is bothering you.. you can tell me."
Something is bothering. Something he can't really help. Something that comes with being Harry Styles' girlfriend.
"I'm okay." I smile and lean up to kiss him, "I'll see you after your meeting, okay?" He nods and kisses my forehead, "It shouldn't be long at all. We just have to go over the set list and stuff for the show in a few days." He grabs his keys and turns around once he reaches the door, "You sure you're good? I can't stay ho-"
I cut him off, "I promise. I'm okay. Really." I smile and tilt my head, "Now go before I call Niall to come get you."
He laughs and shakes his head, "I love you."
"I love you." I blow him a kiss before he shuts the door and I let out a loud sigh, almost like I was holding my breathe.
I run a hand through my hair and close my eyes, "No. No. No." I anxiously pick at my fingers and pace back and fourth.
The hate. The hate. The hate.
It's all I see half the time and it makes me sick to my stomach, I don't want to be hated. I don't want Harry being hated for being with me.
The last few days, I've been in my head. Insecure.
I keep reminding myself that I'm the one with Harry. He loves me or else he wouldn't be with me.
I hate talking to him about it because it feels so repetitive I don't want to annoy him and have him get fed up with it.
It scares me, my own insecurities scare me and I'm caught in this.. this mental war zone with myself and every single hate comment that gets burnt into my memory.
I walk over to the couch, grabbing the big blanket Harry got me for Christmas this past year and wrap it around me. I click the tv on and skip through the channels, eying my phone as the thought to look crosses my mind.
I hurt myself by doing it, I know, but I can't help but to read what they're saying.
If they're saying anything about Harry.
I put on a random show and toss the remote down, grabbing my phone. I throw myself back into the blanket and pull up twitter.
I can't believe he's with someone like her. I mean, i haven't even heard of her, she's a nobody, one person tweeted.
I think she's very pretty and not everyone you obsess about has to date someone with a size zero waist, another person comments, actually coming to my defense.
I scroll and scroll, finding more hate than love.
I close twitter and go to Instagram, same thing.
I throw my phone down and wrap the blanket around me, tears silently falling down my cheeks.
My phone dings and I look, it's a text from Harry,
I'll be home soon, baby. We're about done here.
I smile slightly and send back the smile and kissy face emojis.
I set my phone down, defeating the urge to keep looking. I try to focus and watch the show that I put on but as soon as I let out a sigh to try and calm down, it's over.
I sit up, trying to catch my breathe. I put my head in my hands and just sob.
I let it all out.
Harry's been home the last couple days so I had to keep it together, pretend like everything is okay.
I grab the blanket and lay it over my mouth, staring at the floor and sniffling.
I hear a car door shut and I quickly get up and run to the downstairs bathroom, wiping my tears and snot away as I go.
"Baby?" Harry yells as he shuts the door, "Y/N?"
I splash cold water on my face and shake my head in defeat, laughing at my self before I start to cry again.
There's a faint knock on the door, "Y/N? You in there?"
I hold my breathe, trying to calm the shakiness in my voice but I cant, "Y-Yeah."
"Can I come in?" He asks, waiting for my answer.
"Yeah." I wipe my face and turn away as the door slowly opens.
"Hey." He whispers walking over to me, pulling me and holding me against his chest. His arms wrap around my body and his cheek rests on the top of my head.
I start to cry again and I grab his white shirt, that probably now has mascara on it, balling it up in my hands.
"Shh. Shh." He strokes my hair and sways me back and fourth with him, "It's okay." He assures me, "You're okay."
After a few moments I lean back, "I'm sorry." I wipe my cheek with my wrist, "I-I'm so-" I start to sniffle again and I close my eyes as I place my hands over my face.
"Y/N.." he takes me into his arms again, spinning around to he can sit on the edge of the tub, "Hey." He pulls me down and sits me on his lap, "Talk to me, please. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"
"Why are you with me?" I mumble against his chest.
"What?" Harry asks kinda shocked by my question.
I let out a sigh and sit up, "Why are you with me?" I look up at him and his eyes scan over my face. He smiles slightly and cups my cheeks with his hands, "Because I love you."
"But I'm a nobody."
His brows furrow and he tilts his head, "Who the hell said that?"
I shrug and raise my hand, moving it around, "All your fans. The people that adore you."
He rolls his eyes and makes me look at him, "Yeah, I love the fans, but that doesn't even come close to the love I have for you." I he pulls me closer to him, "I mean that y/n."
I nod and wipe under my eyes, "Im sorry. I just.. these lasts few days.. I just.."
He brushes hair from my face and nods, "I know. I know. Trust me, I wish I would do something about it, but people are always going to have an opinion. You know why?"
"Why?"
"Because they're not you."
I smile and look down, "Oh. Sorry, Harry."
He looks down and pulls his shirt down, inspecting the black streaks of mascara on his white shirt. He shrugs, "I can get a new one. I'm more worried about you, not a stupid t shirt."
I smile slightly and he taps my leg to stand up. He walks over to the drawer and pulls a makeup wipe from the pack, "Come over here. Let me get you fixed up."
I walks over and look in the mirror, my face falls slightly as I see how red and puffy my face is.
Harry turns my head toward him, "Look at me." My eyes stay on him as he gently wipes my face.
"Still so beautiful." He smiles and kisses my head, "and amazing." He kisses my lips, "And my favorite person in the entire world." He kisses me again and I smile, "Keep talking."
"You, my love, are by far the best thing that's ever happened to me." I wrap my arms around his neck, "as are you to me." He smiles and kisses me again.
We slowly turn it into a make out session. He lifts me up and sets me on top of the sink, "Everything.. about you.. fascinates me." He says in between kisses.
"Yeah?"
He nods and kisses back my jaw, "You're so caring." I moan quietly as he kisses a spot and sucks lightly, "You're super sexy.. and smart." He plays with the hem of my shirt before slipping his hands under.
"You're body is perfect in every. Single. Way." His fingers pinch at my nipples, "So perfect."
He leans in and kisses me, "These lips. I could kiss them all day everyday." I smile and bite my lip.
"The way you walk and talk.. Mm." He moans slightly, "I'd let you walk away from me just so I can see that butt of yours."
I laugh slightly, "Harry."
"But I'll chase you. Always." He slides his hands down my sides and pulls my hips towards him, "I could listen to you talk and laugh about anything."
I smile and shake my head, "I love you."
He kisses me and pulls my body against his, wrapping his arms right around me, "I love you." He says against my lips, "So, so, so much." He leans back, "Please don't ever forget that."
I shake my head, "I won't."
"You just need to take a breather.." he lifts me up, "Forget about the world for a little while." He takes me upstairs and into our bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and brushes hair off my forehead, "I know the perfect way to help you. Would it be okay if I showed you?"
I nod with a smile and he smiles, "Okay." He lifts my shirt up and kisses down my stomach. He slips his fingers into the band of my sweats and gently pulls them down. I lift my hips to help him get them off.
His slowly slide his hands up from my ankles and gently lays them on my thighs, "Just lay back and let me know if this helps, yeah?"
I bite my lip and nod.
He leans in and slowly locks up and down my pussy. His tongue slides between my folds and I moan at his touch.
"Harry." I moan arching my back, "Yes." He sucks on my clit for a little while, his eyes locking on mine. My mouth falls open and my eyes roll back as he slips two fingers into me.
He slowly works them in and out, curling them up each time he enters.
I lay my head back, my hands going to his hair.
"Harry!" I pant, "So.. good." I let out a loud moan, moving my hips.
His lips stay attached to my clit, his fingers keep moving in and out slowly. I bite my lip and spread my legs slightly.
He takes his fingers out and slips his hands under my hips, holding me as his thumbs stroke my skin.
His tongue slips in and out of me and I moan, “Baby.”
He continues for a little bit longer and then he pulls away, smiling up at me. He licks his lips and stands up, “You feel better baby?”
I nod and shrug, “Yes and no.”
“Yes and no?” He chuckles, “What more do you want?”
I motion for him to come over to me and I reach out and grab his belt, “I need you right now.” He nods and slips his shirt off, his bandana holding perfect in his hair.
I smile and watch as he gets undressed.
“What?” He asks slowly positioning his body over mine. I shake my head and lay a hand on his cheek, “I just really appreciate you.”
He kisses me and slides his hand down my body to position himself at my entrance, “Anything to help you baby.”
His head falls onto my shoulder and he grips my leg as he slides in, “You feel so so good.” He moans, “So so good.”
I lay my leg over his back and wrap my arm around his neck. He slides his hand overtop of mine that lays on the mattress above my head and interlocks our fingers, “I love doing this with you.” He whispers as he starts to thrust.
I moan quietly into Harry’s ear and I can feel him smile against my shoulder, “You’re so good to me.” I whisper kissing his neck, “I love you.” I whimper as he pushes himself deep inside of me.
He looks at me and rests his forehead against mine, squeezing my hand gently, “I love you, y/n.” He picks up thrusting again, “So, so much.”
His fingertips press into my thigh, “You know why people are jealous of you?”
“Why, Harry?” I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.
“Because not only do you get to do this with me every single day..” he moans against my lips as he kisses me, “I’m going to make you my wife some day.”
I smile and squeeze his hand, “Please.”
He kisses me, our lips move in sync as I pull myself closer to him, “I’m close, baby.” I whimper arching my back.
He nods and kisses down my neck, “I love being able to make you feel so good, y/n.”
“You’re absolutely perfect to me.” He moans and he pulls my thigh, “for me. Everything.”
His words he’ll push me off the edge into orgasm. I moan and whimper as he continues to thrust, “Fuck.” He gasps before quickly pulling out.
I lay there breathing heavy and watch his face twitch with pleasure as he reaches his point, “Shit.”
He leans down and kisses me a few times, “No one can ever replace you. You’re mine and I’m yours. Don’t let what others say get to you. Like I said, it’s because you got me and no one else does.” He rests his forehead on mine, “I’m not going anywhere.”
I nod and take a deep breathe as Harry goes and grabs a towel. He walks back in and cleans me up, “”Now. Movies and Pizza?”
I nod and point, “But only if we get to watch-“
“Already on the list.” He tosses me one of his shirts and slips on a pair of sweats, “Let’s go camp out on the couch for the rest of the day.”
I get up and slip on a pair of shorts before running over to Harry. He takes my hand in his and leads me to the couch.
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