From Me/Warnings: make sure you thank Monica she might have saved them from being done for at least two more episodes 😅 nothing to worn you about. Just a little angst and a lot of fluff.
Summary: Harry is nervous. More nervous than any fiscal quarter he’s ever suffered through worrying about layoffs and financial ruin.
It was like she put herself in a timeout.
She was being too mean, and she needed to remove herself from being around Harry for a little while (just an evening). She was certain he was going to break up with her or fire her. Either one was bad, but she wouldn’t blame him if he did either of those things because she hadn’t been acting like herself.
It felt like a whole new kind of cranky. Like she was never going to be not cranky ever again. She couldn’t get out of it, kind of cranky. It was most definitely the stress from work and making sure that all her ducks were in a row. It was exhausting and she was worried she wasn’t even worth the promotion Niall and Harry gave her.
Unfortunately, she was taking all her anger and frustration out on Harry too. Fortunately, just at home. If she was cranky at work, she let it simmer and build inside her until she got home where she was simply not good company.
Harry took it in stride. When she confessed to Niall and Louis that she felt like she was being an absolute bitch, they reminded her (very excitedly) that Harry was often a dick under duress, and it was about time he got a taste of his own medicine.
But Harry was so sweet and good to her. He offered to help her with whatever she needed at home or at work whether she was a grump or not. Almost like he didn’t mind. But she could see the slight heartbreak on his face every time she yelled or got mad at him.
I’m going to see Louis She texted as she exited Styles Inc.
Alright, let me know when you’re on your way home. I’ll keep dinner warm. I love you xx
She didn’t even respond and she knew it was criminal not to.
He was too sweet and it made her crankier that she was being so mean and he just didn’t deserve it. Maybe if she was gone for a few hours, he would pack all her stuff and kick her out. That’s what she deserved. Not the sweet man who was going to keep dinner warm for her and just let him be an emotional punching bag.
At least now she understood how he got his reputation for all those years. No wonder incompetency pissed him off. She wanted to set her office on fire some days over the last few weeks. It was a miracle that anything got done with the level of stupidity she dealt with daily. It wasn’t fair to anyone. Maybe if she wasn’t so stressed, she would have been in a teaching or guiding mood to help employees and interns.
Why couldn’t they just read her mind? It wasn’t that fucking hard.
“Are you alright?” Louis asked, staring at her beside him on the sofa. He had a movie that they’d both already seen a hundred times in hopes it would comfort her and make her less bite-someone’s-head-off-y. She flicked her eyes to him and huffed. He looked away briefly, his eyes opening a little wider. “Did Harry mess up?”
“Would you just stop with the Harry’s-the-enemy bit? He’s perfect. Leave him alone,” she grumbled.
Louis’ eyebrows pinched together and he took his phone out and tapped a few times. He cleared his throat and read a text he received from her yesterday. “Harry is chewing gum SO loudly. I want to rip it out of his mouth and shove it in my ear so I don’t have to hear it.”
Well, it was loud. She even told him it was and made him spit it out shortly after that text. So at least she didn’t reach into his mouth and take it. She wasn’t insane.
That insane.
Hearing the text back though did register something in her and she was glad Louis was there because he was pretty good at knowing what was wrong with her so maybe he could figure it out. “Something’s wrong with me,” she groaned and rubbed her temples. “I’ve never been so angry and stressed in my whole life, Louis. What is wrong with me?”
“It’s a new job, love. It’s a lot more stress being a boss. Look at Harry.”
“Stop bringing him up.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m serious. I mean… he gets like this too, right? You and Niall are practically prepared for it. You set your clock to it, for God’s sake,” he reminded her. It made her feel the slightest bit better that she wasn’t totally insane. “You haven’t fired anyone… yet,” Louis continued.
She rolled her eyes and slumped further into his couch cushions enjoying the softness like a cloud cradle. Maybe she just needed to be away from him for a little while longer so she could miss him. Maybe she would stay the night. But that would worry him. But that was stupid that he would be worried. How could he ever think she would leave him? She loved him so much. He was so gentle with her. Even when she was being a massive bitch.
He spit his gum out the moment she asked. Didn’t even question why she was so cranky. Just continued working and only looking at her for a moment longer (mainly so he wouldn’t set her off for staring. That had happened a few times recently). “I don’t want to be mean to him. He’s my favorite person.”
“Hey!”
“Oh, shut up, Louis. You know what I mean,” she grumbled.
Louis blinked at her and shook his head.
“What?”
“Nothing, you’re just really feisty with everyone. Even me. Even Eleanor… It’s like you’re… it’s like you’re hormonal or something. Maybe you should go to the doctor. Or see a therapist or something.”
She gasped the moment he said the word hormonal. Louis’s eyebrows jumped sharply up his forehead and his lips rolled into his mouth to keep from speaking further. He waited for her to berate him for suggesting she was hormonal in the first place. It was a rookie mistake. It was perhaps the number one thing not to say to a woman. If she punched him, he knew he deserved it.
Her jaw dropped.
“Oh, shit,” she jumped up and went to the kitchen where Eleanor had a pretty, colorful white board calendar attached to their fridge. She started counting backwards. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she shook her head and rushed to the bathroom. Immediately she knelt in front of their vanity and dug through the drawers and the cabinet beneath the sink. “You guys have never had a pregnancy scare?” She was tearing through every carefully organized box that Eleanor had situated. Maybe Eleanor would yell at her the way she deserved. “I need a test!”
“Do you and Harry keep them?” He rolled his eyes. “Why the fuck would we just have pregnancy tests?”
“For this reason!” She shrieked and covered her face. It made so much sense. There were too many days between now and her last period. She probably didn’t even need the test at all. It all made sense. The anger, the exhaustion, the irritability over silly little things.
“I’ll have El get one on her way home,” he said, texting her immediately.
“Louis,” she brought a hand to her mouth. “I can’t have a baby,” she whispered.
“Why not?” He asked. “You love babies. So does Harry.”
“But…” she sniffled. “I’m so angry.”
“Probably because of the baby growing in you,” he rolled his eyes.
“Louis,” a few tears rolled down her cheeks. How she didn’t know for this long was embarrassing. The fluctuation in her moods, the tiredness, the cravings she had for chocolate…
“Babe,” he smiled excitedly. “You’re gonna have a baby,” he cupped her face and kissed her forehead. “I’m so happy for you,” he pulled her close to rub her back while she sniveled into his shoulder. “You’re going to be the best mum,” he assured her. “It’s just the hormones. It’s just for a little while,” he promised.
“But—”
“No,” he shook his head, pushed her back so he could brush her tears away again. He looked at her with a gentle expression and smiled sweetly at her. “This isn’t you,” he promised. “It’s your little alien taking over your brain,” he grinned. “Glad I figured it out.”
She snorted and rubbed her hand across one eye. “You really think I’m going to be a good mom? I don’t have… a great example.”
“You will be,” he nodded. “I know it. And I will be the best uncle. Which is most important. I’ll fight Niall about it,” he winked.
“When will El be home?” She asked quietly.
“A half hour.”
She sucked her lip into her mouth. “I probably don’t even need the test,” she whispered.
“I know, but it’ll be good evidence for when you tell Harry.”
She nodded. “Okay,” she sighed deeply. “Let’s go look at baby things until she gets here.”
“Now you’re talking.”
*
Harry tapped his foot impatiently waiting for her text to say she was on her way home. Every minute that crept on made him more anxious. It felt like everything he did was wrong. He couldn’t ask her what was wrong. He felt very stuck that he couldn’t fix it.
Dinner wasn’t going to get cold, but he was really hoping she would have at least talked to him by now.
Harry sighed deeply and pressed her name in his recent call log. He closed his eyes as he put his phone to his ear knowing there was a very strong chance he was going to get yelled at. He knew it wasn’t her fault. She was stressed. Really stressed. It was a taste of his own medicine. Constantly making people nervous, miserable, scared for their jobs.
The only job he wanted was being her boyfriend and he was nearly ill about losing the position. “Hi, baby,” she said softly.
He blinked in surprise, pulled his phone away to check he called the right person. “Uh… hi kitten,” he mumbled. “M’jus… checking in. Should I put your dinner away?”
She was silent for a few seconds, and Harry seriously thought she was going to say she was never coming home. That the stress was too much and living with the person directly responsible for her stress was way too much.
“I’m outside, actually. On the swing.”
Harry’s heart pounded so hard he thought he was going to collapse. He glanced out the window and saw her lying on the bed swing. Her feet touching the porch gently pushing her. Her body was flat on the mattress, just her elbow bent to hold the phone to her ear.
Why didn’t she come in to say hi? How long had she been out there?
Harry genuinely didn’t want to go outside. It felt eerie. Like this was really it; he didn’t know if he could have her fall out of love on the porch swing where some of his most treasured moments with her happened. He put his phone on the counter and made sure all the knobs were turned off on the stove before he turned to the door.
He pushed the slider out of the way and stepped onto the porch. She didn’t move, just continued rocking her and the swing softly. The air was warm, crickets, bugs, and chirping birds were still around. It was a beautiful summer evening and he was terrified that his beautiful life he was so fortunate to have was just going to end in ten seconds.
“Kitten, I know you’ve been really stressed,” he started and knelt onto the mattress. It shifted under his weight. He cupped the side of her neck, and it felt almost painful to look at her like this. He almost couldn’t look into her pretty eyes. If this was it, he was going to torture himself by touching her the way he’d missed touching her so much. Her skin was so soft, and she was so unbelievably pretty in the golden sunset light. He started speaking because it was now or never and he had to plead his case. “I know I’ve been annoying you, and I know m’not your favorite person right now.”
“Harry—”
“No, I think this is karma for all the interns I terrified. This is awful though. I just…I’ll do anything. Can I please do something to make this better?” He asked. “I completely understand your stress and I know it’s hard and I want to help because you’ve always helped me—”
“Harry, you don’t understand,” her voice was very gentle, and Harry was grateful that at the very least she was going to be soft as she left him and not the hardened version of herself that he’d been worried about for the last several weeks.
“I do, kitten. I really, really understand and I can sleep in the guest room or I can hire you an intern—”
“Harry, baby—”
“—One that’s just like you so you can get all the help you deserve; anything to make this better.
“Harry—”
“—I feel awful that you’re so mad and sad and I do not regret giving you a promotion. I'm just worried you’re going to hate me and working with me even though it’s the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ll do anything, kitten. Literally anything to keep you—I could quit, if you want. I can start bringing you coffee in the afternoon—”
“I can’t drink coffee anymore,” she interrupted, finally.
That was actually almost worse than her breaking up with him. He blinked at her in surprise. She loved coffee. Why on earth…? “What?” She smiled briefly, her eyes watered and her lips pursed into a frown almost immediately after. “Kitten,” his heart was aching; like the muscle was begging his brain to make her pain stop. “What’s wrong? Do you need a doctor? Why can’t you—”
Harry couldn’t stop looking at her, so he didn’t see the way her fingers fiddled at her waist and pulled something from her pocket. He didn’t notice when she reached back up to put a positive pregnancy test in front of him.
He blinked a few times trying to make sense of what she was saying without saying it. He sat up and took her with him, so they swayed a little more on the swing with the shift. Harry grabbed the plastic from her hands and stared at the lines trying to understand faster, but his brain was mush. He thought she was going to leave him. Thought she was ill. Nothing made sense. “I owe you a massive apology for being so mean,” she whispered. “But if it’s any consolation, it wasn’t me. It was the baby. We’ll have to parent her for being so mean to you when she gets out here.”
“She?!” He croaked his hands shaking as he held the test in his hands begging his brain to understand faster.
“Oh,” she smiled and put a hand on the top of her stomach. “I don’t know, but I hope so.”
His eyes dropped to the way her hand gently rubbed her stomach, there was no bump or anything. But it didn’t matter. “Oh, thank God,” he sighed with relief and pulled her to him. He kissed the side of her head and squeezed her gently minding her body so he wouldn’t squish the baby.
She giggled. “I’m sorry, Harry. I really didn’t mean to be so mean—”
“No,” he shook his head. “Do not apologize,” he dropped the test behind her and then cupped her face. “I can’t believe I didn’t know,” he mumbled and then peppered kisses along her cheeks and then all over her face.
She smiled, blushed, and giggled again as he made a valiant effort to kiss every inch of her face. “I imagine I would have bit your head off if you asked if I was pregnant.”
He chuckled breathily over her skin and then worked down her neck to continue his kisses. He pushed her back down and dotted more kisses over her body until he got to her stomach. “You were very mean,” he whispered to her body. “I thought Mummy was going t’break up with me.”
“Harry Styles, don’t be ridiculous or I will be mad,” she rolled her eyes.
“Kitten,” he lifted his head to hover over her again. He smiled a real smile that he hadn’t felt spread across his face in weeks. “You are incredible.”
She smiled. “I love you.”
His heart felt healed almost instantly. He missed that phrase coming from her mouth the way it sounded then. Happy. He groaned, like he was in pain for so long and the relief was just too overwhelming. “Please, please, say it again.”
She laughed and pulled him by the neck to her mouth and kissed him hard. He moaned softly, realizing how much he was missing her soft lips on his. He melted into the kiss, traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue. Eventually he pulled away and she turned his head so she could speak into his ear. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he kissed her again. “And you,” he placed his hand on her stomach and brushed his thumb over her shirt. “Even if you were very mean to us,” he mumbled.
“I’ll forgive her; it’s gotta be hard being conceived in a shower.”
He chuckled, his cheeks burning a little hotter. “Kitten,” he smirked and pushed her hair behind her ear. Maybe it was his imagination, but she looked like she was truly glowing, and he thought she was beautiful, unearthly gorgeous since he saw her pictures, since he met her in person… but somehow, she looked even more beautiful and he didn’t know how it was possible. “Not in front of the baby.”
“Well, the baby is going to have to get used to that very quickly,” she warned, wrinkling her nose with a knowing smile as a blush crept to her cheeks as well.
Stunning. He thought to himself.
“Because now that I know why I was very angry, I think I have to make it up to you. A lot. Like maybe even right now.”
He smirked. “Kitten, you are doing the most incredible thing in the world and you’re sacrificing so much with your body and mind... Y’don’t have to do anything for me.”
She almost pondered about that for a minute. “Well, I won’t lie, it’s going to be for me too.”
He laughed. “Then you can have whatever you want, kitten.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “I guess you better feed us first,” she suggested.
“Excellent point,” he stood from the swing and then scooped her up in almost the same movement.
“You don’t have to carry me.”
“Oh, kitten. Y’went like a whole month and a half or so without me being crazy. Y’better get used to it.”
She smiled, pressed her head to his shoulder as he brought her back inside. She’d let him be insane for the night, he figured. “I think this is it, Harry. We’re stuck together for life now.”
“That’s exactly how I want it, kitten.”
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Summary: after falling on hard times, you sign up to a sugar daddy/baby website. Things go very well upon the first meeting.
Words: 2.6k
Warnings: smut, fem!reader, light domming, light praising kink, a complete romanticization of sugar daddy relationships and meeting up with strangers...don't do this
His fingers traced the line of your jaw before sliding into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back. The kiss deepened. It was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. You gasped when his teeth grazed your bottom lip, and he took advantage, tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your body weak. One hand stayed tangled in your hair while the other roamed down your side.
You weren't sure when you'd moved, but suddenly you were straddling his lap, the heat of him seeping through the fabric between you. His grip tightened on your hip, and you rolled against him experimentally, earning a low groan that vibrated against your mouth.
"Fuck" He muttered, breaking the kiss just to drag his lips along your throat. "You're-" His breath hitched. "So perfect." You weren't sure if he meant that, this wasn't his first rodeo, after all, but you weren't going to spend time trying to figure it out.
His lips moved down to your throat, then the hollow beneath your ear, and you arched into him instinctively, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. You could feel him, all of him, hard against your thigh, and the realization sent a sharp thrill down your spine.
Then his hands were on your waist, lifting you effortlessly, and suddenly your back hit the couch cushions with a soft thump. He hovered over you, pupils wide, and for a second, you just stared at each other. The contract, the rules, the careful boundaries...all of it evaporated. His thumb brushed your lower lip, slow, deliberate, before he kissed you again, deeper this time. You moaned into his mouth, and he responded with one of his own, like it was something he'd been waiting for.
Harry's fingers dipped lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants with an ease that made your breath catch. The first brush of his fingertips against your clit sent a sharp shockwave through your body. You arched off the couch, a gasp tearing from your throat, and his grip tightened, holding you steady as his thumb circled once, twice, deliberately slow. "mm," He murmured against your ear, his voice rough.
"You're already..." He didn't finish the thought, just exhaled a laugh that was more like a groan, his breath hot on your neck.
Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt as he worked you open with a patience that felt like torture. Every stroke was calculated, like he was mapping out exactly how to unravel you. And it was working, your hips jerked against his hand, chasing the friction, but he pulled back just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.
"Harry." You choked out, half plea, half angst.
"Let go." Harry murmured against your ear, his commanding voice caused your stomach to coil.
His fingers never stopped moving, relentless in their rhythm, and you could feel the pressure building like a storm inside you. His eyes stayed locked on your face. Watching and studying, as if memorizing every scrunch of your face, every flicker of your lashes. "I want to see you." He added, softer now.
You tried to hold on, to anchor yourself to something...his shoulder, the couch, anything. But his thumb circled your clit once more, precise and unyielding, and your vision went out. A broken sound came from your throat as you came, back arching off the cushions, fingers clawing at his shirt. He didn't look away, not once. His gaze was dark, hungry, admiring the way your body shuddered beneath him, the way your lips parted with silent gasps.
His fingers stopped inside you as he pulled back. For a moment, you thought he was stopping, until his lips brushed your arm, then your shoulder, tracing a slow path up your arm. By the time his mouth found yours again, you were trembling, your pulse hammering.
When he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing ragged. His eyes were dark, heavy lidded, they searched yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip. "Tell me," He murmured, thumb pushing against your swollen lower lip. "Do you want this?" The question was soft, but also dominant.
"Yes." You gasped, your hands already fumbling for his belt buckle. The leather slid free and Harry exhaled sharply through his nose, watching your fingers tremble against the button of his slacks.
Harry adjusted for you, sitting upright on the couch, allowing you to kneel before him.
The zipper resisted for half a second before gliding down, you didn't hesitate. You hooked your fingers into the waistband and dragged both layers down just enough to free him, his cock springing against your wrist, already slick at the tip. Harry's breath hitched when you wrapped your hand around him, thumb swiping over the head, smearing the precum down his length.
His hips lightly jerked involuntarily when your lips wrapped around him, the groan that tore from his throat raw and unfiltered. You didn't tease him, you just took him deep, your tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock as you pulled back, then swallowed him again.
His fingers tangled in your hair, not guiding, not forcing, just holding, like he needed the anchor.
"Fuck." He rasped, the word cracking halfway through. His thighs tensed under your palms, but he didn't thrust up, didn't take control, just let you set the pace, even as his grip tightened with every bob of your head.
You could taste him, salt and heat and the slight bitterness of precum, and the sound he made when you hollowed your cheeks was almost pained. His free hand dropped to the couch arm, fingers digging into the leather, his knuckles whitening.
"Look at you," He muttered, voice rough. His thumb brushed your cheekbone, smearing spit where it dripped from your lips, and the way his gaze burned into you was almost too much. You could feel him fighting to keep still, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he resisted the urge to fuck your mouth. "Such a good girl."
His words encouraged you to keep going, your mouth moving steadily down his length, lips tight around him as you pulled back only to take him deeper again.
Then his grip tightened suddenly, fingers twisting in your hair as he muttered, "M'close... fuck, Honey."
His warning was rough, barely coherent, and you didn't pull away. Instead, you pressed closer, lips sealing around him as his cock pulsed hot against your tongue. The first thick burst hit the back of your throat, and you swallowed instinctively, but there was too much, spilling past your lips, dripping down your chin as you struggled to take it all. His groan was guttural, and when you finally pulled off with a wet pop, strands of cum still connected you to him, glistening in the light.
Harry watched you, head cocked to the side, his gaze lingering on the mess you'd made of yourselt, chin glistening, lips swollen. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, predatory and pleased. "Look at you.." He repeated, dragging his thumb through the cum on your chin before pressing it against your tongue. "Took me so well." His voice was low, roughened by satisfaction, but there was a sharp edge beneath it, the kind that made your stomach clench.
Harry's thumb lingered at the corner of your mouth, smearing the remnants of his release as he studied your face with a gaze that was both satisfied and calculating. "You mentioned something earlier," He murmured, voice still rough around the edges. "About other partners not being able to keep up with you." His fingers tightened slightly on your chin, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you aware of the grip. "I understand now."
You chuckled, wiping the rest of you chin with the back your hand. "But we're not done yet...are we?" Something had come over you, it felt primal, a level of confidence you hadn't expirience with a sexual partner before.
Harry laughed and sat up a bit, "Not if you don't want to be." Without anymore words, he put out his hand to help you up. "Come, we'll go somewhere more comfortable.'
His fingers laced with yours, warm and firm, as he led you upstairs, then down the dimly lit hallway.
The room door creaked open, a sound that should've been ominous but instead felt exciting.
The room was minimal, basic colors with basic decor. You wondered if this even his own room, or a guest room.
"We'll take it slow." Harry said, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "No rules tonight except the ones we make up as we go." The bed was massive, bigger than you had ever seen.
You reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling only slightly as he stood between your knees. He let you work, watching through hooded eyes as each button gave way to reveal his tattoos and broad chest.
"Your turn." He seductively said, voice low, and his hands found the hem of your top. The fabric came over your head, leaving you bare except for your bra, and his exhale was grand.
You snapped open the back clasp of your bra, the straps sliding down your shoulders before dropping to the ground. You barely had time to register the cool air against your skin before Harry's hand closed over your breast, his palm rough against the softness, thumb brushing your nipple in a way that made your breath hitch.
Then, his mouth slammed on yours again, hungry and insistent, swallowing the gasp that escaped you as he pushed you back onto the bed
His other hand worked at the button of your pants impatiently, fingers slipping beneath the waistband to tug them down your hips along with your underwear. You kicked them off, the fabric tangling around your ankles before finally falling away, leaving you bare beneath him. Harry barely broke the kiss before he sat up to discard his own pants.
Harry pulled back just far enough to reach for the nightstand drawer, his fingers fumbling slightlylike he had forgot something. You watched, your pulse hammering, as he retrieved a condom from the drawer.
The foil tore between his teeth, and he rolled the condom down his length with practiced efficiency. You didn't miss the way his breath caught when his fingers brushed over the already slick head. His gaze flicked back to you, dark and searching, as if checking one last time. No words were needed.
His hips pressed forward with deliberate slowness, the thick head of his cock entering you with an almost unbearable stretch. You gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as he paused, letting your body clench around him.
"Breathe." Harry whispered against your temple, his own breath ragged as he held himself perfectly still. His hands cradled your hips with surprising tenderness, thumbs brushing slow circles against your skin while your legs quivered.
Too much and not enough... your back arched, desperate for relief or some completion, you weren't sure which. Harry exhaled a shaky laugh, his forehead dropping to yours. "I know." He gritted out, as if he was reading your thoughts. His next thrust was intentional, wanting to give you what you needed. Your legs locked around his waist instinctively, heels pressing into the small of his back to drag him closer still.
The sound tore from your throat before you could stop it. It was a low, shuddering moan that filled the room as Harry's hips rolled against yours in a slow rhythm. His grip on your thighs tightened, fingers pressing into your skin rough, but not painful, and his lips curled into a smirk against your collarbone. "That's it." He whispered, his breath hot against your damp skin. "Let me hear you." His voice was rough with approval, but with the praise there was a bit of command.
His rhythm stuttered first, his jaw clenching as his thrusts lost their precision. You felt it before he said it, the way his fingers dug into your hips like he was trying to anchor himself. "Fuck, Honey I'm-" His voice cracked.
You knew you were both too turned on to draw out the moment (and that this was definitely not the last time you'd be seeing each other.)
You watched, mesmerized, as his eyelids fluttered shut, his lips parting around a silent gasp. The sight alone was enough to send another pulse of heat through you, your own climax just out of reach. But then his eyes opened, dark and insistent, and his thumb found your clit in one ruthless circle. "Come for me, Honey" he demanded, voice wrecked.
The moment Harry's thumb pressed against your clit, your back arched off the bed. His name let out from your throat, half scream, half sob, as your vision faded out, your body clamping down around him with violent pulses. You barely registered the curses that ripped from his lips, the way his hips stuttered before slamming into you one last time, deep enough to bruise.
His release hit like a second aftershock, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks as he groaned into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping skin.
For a second, neither of you moved. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only sound your ragged breathing mingling with his.
Then Harry shifted, his softening cock sliding out of you with a slick noise. He rolled off with a grunt, reaching down to tie off the condom betore tossing it toward the wastebasket with lazy precision.
Harry's fingers fell to your hair and paused mid strand, his hand hovering just above your scalp like he'd been caught stealing. You turned your head slightly to catch his expression...the tightness in his jaw, the way his throat worked as he swallowed. His arm, draped over your pillow, flexed subtly, as if resisting the urge to pull you closer.
"You good?" he asked, voice rougher than usual.
The question was casual, his fingers twitched against the sheet, trying not to betray his restraint.
You watched his chest rise and fall with controlled breaths, the tattoos across his body shitting with the motion. The silence stretched just long enough to be uncomfortable before you nodded, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. His exhale was barely audible but shakey, he was nervous again.
With a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, he broke the silence. "I'll get that contract written up ASAP."
SUMMARY: A brilliant physics student and a guarded art gallery CEO enter a transactional relationship that’s supposed to stay strictly business. But as desire tangles with pride, they’re forced to decide if what they have is worth risking their rules.
sugardaddy!harry x yn | An extra for The Arrangement
Summary: Y/n dresses up in diamonds and jewels and thinks she looks sexy so she secretly makes a solo video of herself. But then she goes out on a limb and sends the video to Harry while he's working.
A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've given you an update for these two! This was requested! Here
Word Count: 4,548
Warning: 18+ only, smut, use of toys, spanking, sharing of a solo sex tape
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Y/n remembers a time when she’d wear clothes that were slightly unkempt. Clean but perhaps maybe a little wrinkled. Shirt hems and collars would be folded funny, buttons misaligned, sweaters and dresses not fitted properly…
Back then she relied on the drier to de-wrinkle her clothes. Nowadays a professional service delivered her freshly cleaned and pressed items to her door. All of which were tailored to fit her perfectly.
So it wasn’t unusual for Y/n to play dress up with herself when Harry was away at the office and she was at home alone. She enjoyed having such nice clothes and things filling her closet. It’s something she never had before.
She’d layer on a silk Chanel dress with her Ferragamo belt, a Hermes scarf, and the expensive custom disk hat with silk roses Harry bought her when they went to the Kentucky Derby. She’d watch herself in the long floor-length mirror and practice walking like a woman who owned the kind of clothes she was wearing.
But sometimes she focused on the jewelry. The pretty shiny rocks and jewels, delicately woven precious metal bands and chains… Harry had bought her more jewelry than she’d ever seen in her life. Diamonds, gold, platinum, rubies, emeralds, pearls, silver… Rings, watches, brooches, necklaces, anklets, earrings, belts, and bracelets. You name it.
And on this particular evening, Harry was at a dinner meeting that was going to run late. She’d bathed and put on her perfumed moisturizing balm and then walked naked into her massive walk-in closet where she opened up her lingerie drawer and spotted the elbow-length velvet opera gloves. She’d only ever worn them once but she remembers the way they felt on her arms and how luxurious it made her feel.
Watching herself in her mirror she slid each glove up her arms and posed, raising her arms over her head to lift her tits and make her tummy appear more svelte.
She grinned as she turned and then she had a sudden idea. Opening up her jewelry armoire she was presented with shiny, sparkly bobbles and jewels.
“Siri… shuffle music by Sara Vaughan to the master bedroom speakers.”
When the jazzy slow music began to play she traced her gloved fingers over the diamond necklace she often wished she could wear every day. It was littered in diamonds, the drop cutting down to just above her cleavage. Lifting it up she placed it gently over her head and laid it over her bust. It was spectacular. Heavy and twinkly and chilled on her skin. She smoothed her hands down her body and stared at her figure in the mirror wearing nothing but gloves and the ridiculously expensive necklace Harry had bought her.
Which then gave her the idea to add on the pretty rainbow jewel body belt. The thin chain was loaded with various colored diamonds, emeralds, rubies, topaz… The end of the chain draped down her back, laying just over her bum with a pretty pearl at the end. Then she put on the drop diamond earrings that matched the necklace. The bottom diamond was so big it nearly reached her shoulder when she shrugged.
She layered pearls and opals and her diamond bracelets over her gloved wrists and then slid on her black high heels, doing a dramatic twirl and bending to see her backside with a giggle.
She swayed her hips to the sexy music crooning through the speakers and then grinned at herself in the mirror, “Look how pretty… Daddy would love this.”
Feeling her naked skin under her gloves was a dream. The way the velvet ran smoothly over her flesh felt sexy and the more jewelry she layered on the prettier she felt. All sparkly and fancy with soft skin and perked nipples.
Sitting her video camera on its stand next to the mirror she hit record and began dancing slowly with herself, all decked out in diamonds. Running her hands over her curves and up to her tits she bit her lip and looked at the camera, “There isn’t anyone that wouldn’t want to have this…” She spun around and laughed to herself before bending at the waist and spreading her thighs just enough that the camera could catch the view of her pussy from behind.
Peeking over her shoulder she stared into the lens and drew a hand down her back and over her bottom before swatting a cheek and moaning softly, “Not so bad with the glove,” she spoke aloud as she lowered her fingers until she could feel the velvet sliding over her pussy, back and forth.
Humming she looked at herself in the mirror and then pressed her finger over her other tight hole, “Needs a little sparkle, doesn’t it?”
She stood up and pulled open her toy drawer to select the plug of the night. It was an easy choice. The anal plug with diamonds. Real diamonds. Another thing she didn’t often wear because it was the least practical of her plugs. But it was pretty.
Stepping back up to the camera she held the plug up and drizzled lube over the tip then repeated the words of the song Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets…
Bending at the waist, ass aimed toward the camera she took her left hand and pulled at her cheek as she began to push the plug into her hole with her right hand. Y/n had become quite the expert at putting in her own plugs. She was used to it now. Even though Harry always told her to not do it when he wasn’t present, she often did it anyway. They had fun with it every time he found out she disobeyed him (but she knew he secretly loved it).
“Oh!” She squeaked when the cool metal fit into place and stretched her out. “Feels so good…” she swayed her hips as she spread her ass cheeks for the camera and hummed to the music.
Turning around to face the camera she tutted at herself, “Beautiful… So sparkly. Think I deserve a treat,” she grinned at her reflection and brushed her hand down her torso to her hips, and raised the other arm over her head as she toyed with her clit and gasped.
Of course, she was putting on a little show. Something to watch later on in private. She’d gotten in the habit of making little videos of herself dancing naked or masturbating. Or just talking about nothing really. She’d started to feel so confident and happy with herself thanks to Harry. And the videos were her naughty little secret. Sometimes, with the extra sexy ones, she’d even touch herself as she rewatched them later on, loving the way she looked.
This time was no different. She was stunning with sparkly jewels and velvet gloves. Long stretched of bare skin, breasts bouncing as she swayed and twirled.
Reaching for her breasts she squished them together with a moan and then jiggled them at the camera before swiping her thumb over each nipple, “Get those nice and hard. We know how much I like hard things don’t we?” She laughed to herself.
Reaching into her toy drawer she found her tiny pink vibrator and turned it on, “Gonna feel so good,” she ran the small toy down the center of her body, between her breasts, over her belly button, and then circled it over her pussy with a sharp inhale.
Moving to the music she kept her eyes on the camera and continued pressing the toy against her clit, “Oh… I’m getting so wet.”
Her breathing picked up and her nipples tightened more, goosebumps covered her skin as she felt the yummy sensation of arousal fill her veins.
“Mmm… I do it so well. Always get myself off. Don’t need Daddy every time, do we?” She chuckled and then gasped when she pressed the toy harder against her bud.
“So wet already. Such a dirty, horny girl…” she bit her lip and turned off the pink toy before placing it on the counter and running her velvet-covered fingers up and down her swollen, wet pussy, “So messy… mmm… Gonna get in so much trouble doing this. I think Daddy’s gonna have to spank me.”
The more she stroked her pearl the wetter her gloves got. She clenched her empty hole and moaned, “Need more. Like all my holes stuffed,” she spoke breathily as she peeked into her drawer and pulled out her clear silicone dildo. The extra long one that was ridged thickly and made her come so fast. She needed to get on with the show. Harry would be coming back soon.
Pulling her soft chair in front of the mirror and the camera she gently sat and cooed at the feel of the plug shifting under her bum, “Oop! Fuck that’s feeling really good.”
Y/n lifted her legs, planting her heeled feet on the seat cushion and spreading her thighs so there was an excellent view of her plug and her pussy.
“I’ve gotten myself all wet,” she drew a finger over her inner thigh and licked at the velvet-gloved finger, “Mm! I know why Daddy says it tastes so good. So yummy,” she sighed as she spread her legs wider and placed the dildo against her pussy lips, running it through her slippery folds before finally pushing it in slowly.
She parted her lips and stared into the camera as she began to work the silicone toy in and out until she could push it in deep and it pressed into the shared wall where her anal plug was. The toy tucked in her ass bobbed every time she thrust the dildo in deep and she moaned at the sight, “Oh my god… that’s so hot isn’t it? Look at how both holes take everything I give them so well.”
Fucking herself with the dildo and rubbing her clit with her gloves she stretched her neck back and whined loudly.
The slick sound of her cunt around the silicone toy filled the spaces between the notes and the music playing, just loud enough for the camera to pick up the sound. Going in faster she lulled her head forward to keep her eyes on the camera but she was in a bit of a daze. She always tried to keep her eyes open for the camera when she came because that was her favorite.
“Good girl, baby… Taking your toys so good. Fucking look like a goddess right now. Oh shit… that’s it… doing it so good…”
Her chest was rising and falling and she heard the chime of an incoming text, which she was sure was Harry, “Daddy’s trying to reach me,” she laughed playfully, “But his little girl is busy fucking herself, isn’t that right?”
It wasn’t long before she was shaking and her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her velvet gloves were ruined with her arousal as she fingered her swollen clit and clamped down on the dildo and the plug with a soft cry, “Oh god! Right there… Fuck…”
Her orgasm had wiped her out. She tried keeping her eyes on the camera but her whole head was swirling with pleasure and lust as she trembled and moaned, creaming all over her dildo.
She heaved and pulled the toy out, dropping it to the floor, and leaned back into the cushion to recover for a moment, “So good. You always do it right. Even better than Daddy sometimes,” she snorted a laugh and sat up to look at the camera teasingly before wobbly legs took her across the space to turn off the recording on her camera.
. . .
Y/n had watched her newest home video at least four times. And she was so turned on every time she watched it, she’d make herself come in record time, rubbing her clit and feeling so proud of how pretty she looked and how brave she’d become since she’d been with Harry.
And the recent video with all the jewels was her best work yet. She really loved it. So much so that she was thinking about sharing it with Harry. She wondered what he’d think about it. She was positive he’d just go nuts over it like she did. He’d act all upset and stoic. Probably give her a good spanking (at least) but she knew he’d adore it.
So, in a moment of sheer insanity or bravery (she wasn’t sure which) she tucked her top row of teeth into her bottom lip, attached the video to a text message for Harry, and squealed when she hit send. She couldn’t believe she’d sent it. All of her solo videos had been her little secret all this time but now she was bringing Harry into the mix by showing him.
It was 2 pm on a Wednesday. He was at the office and probably just getting out of his most recent meeting. And she knew he’d see it shortly after she sent it.
She kept her eye on the screen of her phone, waiting for the message to say ‘read’. It only took a few minutes. She giggled to herself as she snuggled into the couch with her laptop and watched the video, trying to time it so that she was watching it at the same time he was. Wondering what he was thinking with every minute that drew on.
Her heart was racing in anticipation of his response. She knew she’d be in for a bit of punishment but she didn’t know exactly what to expect from it.
But then minute after minute drew on. The video had ended and there was no word from Harry. No bobbing dots to indicate he was texting. No phone call. Nada.
She felt heat creep over her skin as she thought about all the ways Harry would teach her a lesson. Y/n knew Harry was making a plan. Surely he was devising some kind of punishment for her misbehavior. She couldn’t wait.
Less than an hour later Harry was walking through the front door. Y/n peeked over the back of the couch toward the foyer entry and she saw him pass through but he didn’t look in her direction. He breezed by cooly and went into the kitchen.
Y/n scrambled off the couch to follow after him. He was pouring a glass of water for himself silently when she rounded the island and put her hands on his shoulders, “Hi, Daddy.”
He grunted and moved away, making her hands fall from his back as he put the water pitcher back into the fridge before taking a long gulp of his water.
Waiting silently for him to award her a glance she watched her man place the empty glass into the sink as he sighed, placing his palms flat onto the marble countertop, “So you think you can take care of yourself better than I can? Is that right?”
She knew that line would stick out to him.
“I was just teasing. You know no one does it better than you, Da–“
“And you disobeyed me. Looked like you were having the time of your life, Y/n. Did you enjoy wearing all the expensive jewelry I bought you? Enjoyed getting yourself off while I was working hard to keep a roof over your head?” He turned and looked at her. Stern and serious.
Now she knew he was being dramatic. The whole keep-a-roof-over-your-head comment was a bit silly. Harry could retire right then if he wanted to.
“I did enjoy it, actually,” she quipped back before biting her lip.
“Well now at least you’re being honest with me. When did you make the video? Was this today?”
Shaking her head she leaned into the counter, “A week ago.”
He nodded slowly, his green eyes trailing down over her body. She was only wearing one of his t-shirts.
“And what were you up to today that compelled you to send me this one-week-old video?”
She gulped, “Nothing really. Um… I just wanted to share it with you because I liked it. Thought you’d like it to.” She said blinking her eyes innocently at him.
Harry sniffed, “It was very pretty to look at. But you went against my explicit rules. Does Daddy not give you enough orgasms every day? Every morning and every night I work to keep you satisfied. Are you so desperate for an orgasm that you can’t wait a few hours until I get home?”
She breathed shallowly and looked down, “I just sometimes like to do it myself. And I felt so pretty.”
Y/n felt Harry’s touch on her arm, “Come.”
She followed him upstairs to her closet where he opened up her drawers until he found her toys and then her gloves and opened up the jewelry armoire.
“Put everything on that you had in the video. Meet me in the bedroom when you’re ready.”
Y/n felt her nerves bubble as she put everything on. The jewels, the gloves, the plug, and her heels. She sighed as she gave herself a once over in the mirror before stepping out into the bedroom where Harry was seated at the end of the bed facing the TV. Her video on the large screen paused at the beginning. He had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, ready to get to work.
“C’mere,” he patted his lap. He kept his eyes focused on her body as she neared him and placed her hand on his shoulder to sit down but he pulled her over his thighs, tummy down, and ass up where he gave her a very swift smack and then massaged at the meat of her bum, pulling her plushy cheeks apart and tapped her plug, “Good. Looks like we’re all set.”
Her head was hanging down and the weight of the necklace was especially heavy in her new position, the earrings pulling at her lobes as she rocked over him to stabilize herself. She imagined she was going to need to hang on to something.
“Watch with me. Lift your head. Let’s see this dirty little video my spoiled girl made.”
She scoured the screen with her eyes, her body in view and the jewels glinting off the light from above her. Y/n had to strain to keep her head up. She leveraged herself up with her hand on the bed next to Harry’s thigh.
She had seen the video enough times that she had the whole thing nearly memorized. The music, the moment she bends and shows the camera her plug, the lines she spoke…
Harry spanked her ass, two stinging open palmed swats to each side and she winced at the pain and gasped as she slid down, losing her balance when she kicked a leg up.
“Stay still for me and keep watching,” he spoke gruffly as he grasped the front of her neck and tilted her head back up so she could watch with him.
Gulping into his palm she arched her back when he spanked her bottom again, “Look at how pretty you are in my lap, baby,” he ran his hand down her spine to the little jeweled belt where the pearl hung at the top of her crack, “All these expensive things on your body, ass up for me,” he twisted the plug, “Pussy wet.”
She moaned when he ran his fingers between her crease and pressed his middle finger inside of her cunt before pulling it out and wiping it on the back of her thigh, where he then gave her another smack.
“Who bought all this for you, baby? Hmm? Who made this whole thing possible?”
“You, Daddy!” She didn’t hesitate to answer him.
“That’s right. This video wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for me. This pussy wouldn’t be wet if it weren’t for me.”
She nodded against his palm and moaned when his fingers circled her clit.
“Always my desperate, needy little girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped when he pinched her bud and she wiggled her hips but he gripped her neck tighter, “Don’t wiggle. You got yourself into this mess. These are the consequences.”
She squeezed her eyes closed as he swatted her again before he continued speaking, leaning down to groan into her ear, “Do you know how hard I got the moment I opened up that video at work? Walking down the hall to my office I had to hide my boner and click the volume off.”
She felt him pinch at her inner thigh, giving her clit a moment of respite from his fingers, “Had to calm myself down and lock the door. But then I finished watching your little video and I had to excuse myself to leave work early. Do you know how disruptive that was?”
She grunted as he pressed over her plug, “Right now, I’m supposed to be in a meeting with a potential investor. This was a big deal, Y/n. But I physically wasn’t able to stay at the office for a moment longer, and it’s your fault. Every time I thought about the way you came with your legs spread and this little plug flicking around from the dildo you were fucking yourself with… had to calm my cock. Was gonna burst in my pants.”
His fingers slid back into her cunt, two this time as he pumped into her walls and continued gripping her neck, “Look.”
She shifted her eyes to the screen and her voice filtered through the room, her gasps and moans as she began to come. And just as he described, her little plug was twitching in time with the way she was pressing the dildo into her cunt. It was a pretty sight.
She moaned when he kissed the back of her ear, “Fucking gorgeous when you come, baby. But this video? S’like a work of art. But you were still naughty. Didn’t get permission to do any of that did you?”
“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
His fingers were filling her up and squelching with every thrust, “You look so proud of yourself too. So confident. Like a big girl playing dress up with Daddy’s things. And if my cock weren’t throbbing right now I’d really teach you a lesson but I need to come inside of this little pussy. Been aching for it.”
She felt his legs shift and her body was moved, heels on the floor as he steadied her hips before he stood up and began to undo his pants, “Bend over the bed, spread your legs.”
She wanted to watch him pull his cock out. Wanted to see how hard he was but she knew better than to hesitate. She laid herself tummy down on the mattress and spread her thighs apart.
One of his hands was on her hip, lifting her slightly when she felt his thick cock drag against her pussy and then his chest was pressed into her back, “No one does it better than, Daddy.”
The moment he finished his sentence, lips against the shell of her ear, he slammed his cock inside of her. He took both of her hands in his, the velvet gloves keeping her from feeling his palms, as he pulled her arms behind her back and took both wrists in one big hand as he continued rocking into her.
She felt a sharp smack on her ass again and he grunted, thighs flexing as he worked into her. Her shoulders burned as he kept her arms held down at the middle of her back, one hand groping her ass cheek.
The view he had was gorgeous as always. Her plug pushed and pulled with every thrust of Harry’s cock and he could feel the press of it gliding over his cock through her tight warm walls.
The necklace was digging into her chest but she welcomed the way it felt on her skin as well as the burn of another swat to her bum because her body was giving itself over to him.
“My spoiled girl just keeps getting whatever she wants. Even when she’s naughty she gets all these pretty things; gets Daddy’s cock inside of her, gets all the orgasms she can handle. Guess you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you, baby?”
“Umph!” She croaked, her cheek smushed into the comforter, letting go of her ass as he leaned over, palm on the mattress, and drove into her with the kind of force she loved. It felt so much better than anything she could do to herself with her meager dildo. Harry’s cock was exactly what she needed.
“Yeah? Didn’t hear you make that noise in your little video.” He buried himself in, bullying another lewd sound from her throat as his hips rutted against her ass.
“Can’t help those pretty little noises can you? Daddy’s cock will always feel better won’t it?”
She was jolted forward, her mouth open with drool pooling over the blankets, “No… your cock… aoohha!”
Harry grinned at her inability to answer properly as he continued pounding into her, still holding her wrists together at her mid-back.
“Squeezing the fuck out of me baby. There you go… fuck…”
Y/n’s orgasm wiped her body out. The way the plug was stretching her out and Harry’s big cock was slamming into her guts she couldn’t hold on for a second longer.
She heard Harry panting between grunts and then felt both of his hands on her ass as he pressed in deep and unloaded himself, filling her insides with his come.
“My pretty baby. Love seeing you dripping in diamonds and all fucked out of your mind. Does it make you feel good baby? Wearing all these expensive things?”
He had his chest pressed into her back as he spoke quietly into her ear, hips pasted to her ass.
“I love it. It’s so nice, Daddy.”
He moved off of her, reaching an arm under her waist to pull her up to standing, and turned her in her arms, “Look at this,” bringing her gloved hands into his, he lifted them upward, “Ruined. Need to buy you new gloves it appears.”
She realized the cleaning job she’d done on them after making the video had been shoddy at best and now the tips of the fingers were steaky and lighter than the rest of the material, “Maybe dry cleaning?”
Harry pursed his lips as he began to take off her bracelets, unhooking each clasp, “Maybe. Not sure these can be salvaged, though.”
When he pulled her gloves off he reached around her neck to undo the necklace and then her jeweled belt before running his hands up and down her arms, “Gorgeous with or without all the diamonds,” he smirked.
“I like the diamonds, though. Fun to play dress up.”
He raised a brow and brought her left hand up to his mouth pressing his plush lips over her ring finger, “Thinking about what you’d look like with a pretty diamond right here.”
Y/n parted her lips and kept her gaze locked on Harry’s, “Like a… ring?”
Harry laughed at her shocked expression and pushed his fingers between hers as he cupped her cheek with his free hand, “Yeah. Like a ring.”
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PAIRING: CEO!Harry Styles X Reader
WARNING: sexual content (kinda slightly?)
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SUMMARY: It's been a year since your arrangement with Harry turned into a love story. Now you're living happily with the man of your dreams, but something causes some trouble in your little paradise. Or maybe someone...
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The expensive, silky sheets are hugging your naked body softly, the mattress underneath you feels like a cloud and makes you want to never get up. You hate how comfortable Harry’s bed is, makes the mornings a hundred times harder and you’re already not a morning person. He should have gotten a wooden box, that would be easy to leave, not this ocean of comfort he calls his bed.
Well, it’s not just his anymore, it’s yours too. Because two months ago you officially moved in with him. You basically already had most of your stuff here, but you finally ended your lease and moved the rest over to his place, taking this next step in your relationship that’s been going strong since that one hell of a night when he barged into the bar you were staying at, you both made a jealous scene of your own before you realized you’ve wanted the same thing all along: each other.
Now he is your boyfriend. Oh God! It sounds so amazing, calling him your boyfriend. Harry Styles, the hottest man in the business is yours and you get to come home to him every day. Well, most of the time you get home before him, but you don’t mind it. You love waiting for him to return from work, all tired but always radiating power, you just can’t keep your hands to yourself. Not that you need to, Harry is always just as eager to be with you as you are.
Sometimes, you feel like you’re a teenage couple, always handsy and horny, so passionate about each other, you have no idea how people around you still put up with the two of you.
Speaking of others, your relationship is so official you’ve already met each other’s parents. You were a nervous wreck before meeting Anne, so afraid she might think you’re not good enough for her son, that you’re just a little girl, not the person she imagined for her extremely successful son. But it all turned out to be the opposite, she was such a delight and kept telling you how happy she was to finally meet the woman who swept Harry off his feet finally.
“Mum, you act like I was ready to live in celibacy for the rest of my life,” Harry protested over dinner when Anne said she thought she would never see him with a woman by his side.
“Well you didn’t bring anyone home, what should have I thought?!” she talks back, making you smile while Harry just rolls his eyes at his mother. “But I’m so glad you are in great hands now,” she added, her hand finding yours on the table, giving it a loving squeeze that almost made you tear up.
Harry met your parents as well and though he looked confident, you knew he was shitting his pants, especially because you told him your dad might be judgmental because of the age difference. Essentially, you were right, you could feel the tension upon arriving even though your mother was an angel and welcomed Harry with so much love. But with a little time and warming up to each other, your dad also saw that Harry is treating you right and that he should be happy about you finding the man you’ve been looking for all your life. Though he didn’t let Harry leave without a fatherly talk of ripping his balls off if he hurts you. Harry took it very seriously while you just laughed at it, because your dad is not the aggressive type.
Now it’s been an entire year of being so hopelessly in love with this man you live with and it’s been the best year of your life. You’ll be graduating soon and you already have a job offer for after school, one you got for your own hard work and not because Harry pulled some strings. You made it clear you don’t want him to interfere in your career and he has been nothing but respectful of your decision. Everything is coming up so great, sometimes you don’t even believe it’s your life.
Soft lips meet the back of your neck and they travel down your naked back, peppering your exposed skin with sweet kisses as you hum into your pillow.
“I know you’re awake,” Harry teases you, his arm snaking around your waist to turn you over. You blink your eyes open rolling to your back as you finally meet his bright green eyes and tousled chocolate locks. “Morning, Love,” he smirks before leaning down he kisses your lips.
“Good morning, what time is it?” you ask, curling your arms around his neck to keep him close to you.
“A little after eight.”
“It’s Saturday, why did you wake me up so early?” you pout at him, but you don’t actually mind it.
“Because we are having brunch with my new partner, remember?” he hums, kissing your lips again before peeling himself out of your arms, a whine leaving your lips as you watch him stand from the bed.
A little over six months ago Diana broke the news that she was finally pregnant. Despite the rocky start of your relationship with her, you’d been getting along with her quite well once it was cleared that she is not out to steal Harry from you. When she told you and Harry that she is pregnant you felt nothing but happiness for her, but it also meant that she would eventually have to put work down for a while. It took some time for her and H to find someone to replace her, but the person was found last week and Harry has been bugging you to meet up with Alana, his new partner. So this brunch was arranged with not just you and her but also a few other people from the company who’ll be working close with her. A little get to know each other over great food, that can never be a bad idea.
“Don’t even try to go back to sleep, baby,” Harry warns you chuckling when he sees your eyes closing as he is getting around the room.
“Mm, just… resting my eyelids a little more,” you mumble. A moment later you feel the mattress dipping on either side of you, Harry holding himself up above you, a smirk tugging on his lips when you open your eyes and look at him.
“If you go back to sleep, you’ll miss the chance,” he murmurs, his eyes wandering down your naked chest.
“The chance to what?” you arch an eyebrow.
“To fuck in the shower,” he bluntly says before pushing himself up and heading into the bathroom, leaving the door open. That wakes you up, shower sex is just way too good to miss out on, so you spring to your feet as soon as you hear the water running, joining your boyfriend in the enormous walk in shower, but instead of cleaning up yourselves, you rather get dirty in there…
A few others are already there, people you’ve met at events you attended as Harry’s plus one and you’ve gotten along with them pretty well. When you became official with Harry you were afraid people around him wouldn’t take you seriously and see you as just an immature girl. There were a few occasions that proved your fear right, but most of your experiences have been quite positive. No one really has the guts to treat you bad when you have Harry by your side.
The two of you are welcomed warmly upon arriving, joining the table, but the group is still not complete, Alana is still not there.
“So what is she like?” you ask Harry quietly, secluding yourself from the conversation at the table. He shrugs.
“Highly competent to take Diana’s place, that I’m sure about.”
“And that’s not what I wanted to know. I figured she would be good at the job,” you breathe out, finding it a little funny that this is what he thought you wanted to know about. But before you could rephrase your question, the person in talk walks in. And your jaw drops to the floor.
You like to think that you don’t get jealous and insecure easily. Not after spending so much time with Harry, the absolutely most handsome man in the city. You have to be the real deal to score a man like him. But the moment Alana strides into the place, all male gazes are glued to her tall, supermodel-like figure with legs that never seem to end, her tight dress doesn’t cover much of them either as well as from her cleavage, though she tried to make the outfit decent with a blazer. Her dark, extremely dark, thick hair is in a stylish pixie bob style, something you could probably never pull, at least not like she does. Her makeup is flawless, judging from her features one of her parents might be Asian, her almond shaped eyes appear even longer with the perfect eyeliner running along her lashes. Plump, red lips, freshly manicured nails and a smile that could charm anyone basically. That’s Alana. The woman your boyfriend is gonna work with very closely.
“So sorry for being a bit late, there’s been an accident in my street this morning and I could barely get through the barricade,” she apologizes right away and your blood boils when you hear the British accent.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Harry smiles as he stands from his seat and greets her with a short hug before starting to introduce her to everyone around the table.
Everyone turns into a fangirl basically as they get to meet the woman, as if she was some kind of celebrity, while you’re sitting there, waiting for your turn, trying not to look as insecure as you feel at the moment.
This woman is going to be working with Harry? This is worse than when you met Diana. Bless her soul, but even she looks like a wanna-be Instagram model while Alana is Naomi Campbell.
Last in the line, she finally reaches you, Harry standing next to her as you get up from your seat, plastering your best fake smile across your face, holding out a hand to her.
“And this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Harry introduces you and for a split second, you see the surprise in her eyes.
Ha! Yeah, you heard that right! Girlfriend!
“Oh, girlfriend! Wow, it is so nice to meet you!” she sing-songs as you shake hands shortly.
“Nice to meet you too! Though I don’t work at the company, I’m sure we’ll see each other often,” you smile at her, but there’s some spice in your words. It was a warning, that you’ll be around, so she shouldn’t try with any funny business.
The way she stares back at you lets you know that the message went through, though you’re not sure how she welcomed it. You can’t read her expression as she smiles and nods before you all take your seats and of course, Alana sits next to Harry.
She really is smart, that you can tell pretty early on and it makes you even madder, because she is not only a bombshell, but she also got the brains, which is highly unfair. It seems like she enjoys the attention that she easily gets from all the men around the table, and while you’re trying not to be bitter, you can’t help but feel tense about her entering your life all of a sudden.
“Everything alright?”
Harry’s hand squeezes your thigh gently under the table, grabbing your attention. Glancing up at him from your plate you nod with a soft smile, even though you want nothing else than leave as soon as possible.
“Yeah, just… got a bit lost in my thoughts.”
“Hope you are not stressing about school again,” he smiles at you curiously, making you laugh.
You’ve been a little all over the place about finishing school, there were times when you really didn’t think you’d finish, but Harry was always the one who pulled you back into reality and made you realize that you got this. He truly is your biggest fan and he is also convinced you have nothing to worry about, you’ll ace everything.
“No, surprisingly,” you chuckle as he smirks at you and leaning closer he kisses your temple.
“You guys look so adorable,” Alana chimes in from Harry’s other side. “How long have you been together?”
“A year and three months,” Harry answers easily. You always get surprised how great he keeps track of it, a lot of men can’t remember dates this well, but not Harry. In fact, for your first anniversary he flew you out to Paris and the two of you spent the most romantic weekend at a luxurious hotel that had the best view of the Eiffel Tower. Though it was your first time in Paris, or even in Europe, you didn’t get to do as much sight-seeing as you hoped, but you don’t mind, because the time you spent at the hotel was just as unforgettable as exploring the city.
“And how did you guys meet?”
“Um,” you hum and then let out an awkward chuckle. “He was a guest at one of my lectures. He asked me out after his presentation,” you tell her giving her the shorter version of what happened.
“Like, university?” she asks, pulling her perfectly shaped eyebrows together.
“Yeah,” you nod.
“Wait, so how old are you then?”
You should have expected it. You really should have. But still, you want to slap her across her pretty face to bring it up.
“I’m twenty-two,” you answer with a tight-lipped smile.
“Oh, you’re so young! I wouldn’t have even guessed!” she answers, but you can hear the meaning behind it: “I didn’t think Harry would date a little girl like you.”
As an answer you just give her a forced smile before turning back to your plate, not wanting to carry the conversation on. Bless his soul, Harry is so oblivious to what’s going on between the two women by his sides, but at least he is not giving you a hard time for being jealous.
At one point, Alana excuses herself to go to the restroom and you were planning to go at the same time, but you wait a little so you don’t have to go together. When you think she will be returning any moment you head to the restrooms as well. The room is designed that upon entering the ladies restroom there’s a short corridor and then you have to turn left to arrive to the area with the sinks, the stalls further down. Just as you walk in, you stop at the door upon hearing Alana’s voice who is definitely on the phone with someone.
“No, she is like… ridiculously young. Would have never guessed he would date a girl like her.”
She is talking about you, the sneaky little bitch is gossiping about you!
“I mean she looks pretty, but nothing extraordinary, if you know what I mean.” Your mouth hangs open at her comment. It’s not that you think you are the most gorgeous woman to ever walk the planet, but her words are unnecessarily hurtful, even though she doesn’t know you can hear them.
Leaning against the wall you keep eavesdropping with no hint of shame, if she chooses to talk shit about you publicly, it’s her fault she does it at the wrong place.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she chuckles at something the other person said in the phone. “I was taken aback when I learned that he is not single, but she is no competition. I’ll have him wrapped around my finger in no time.”
Your blood is boiling, this is not how you imagined this morning to go. And the worst thing? You can’t tell Harry. Men are so quick to assume you’re throwing a fuss because you’re insecure and not because it’s the truth and you don’t think he would be different. At least it’s not what you’ve experienced with your previous partners and you don’t want to risk making Harry think that you’re an overly jealous little girl.
Right now, it’s a problem you are facing on your own. And you have to solve it smartly, because there’s too much on the line.
When you hear Alana ending her call in there you quickly leave the restroom and head back to the table, so she doesn’t know you heard her. Harry gives you an odd expression for returning so quickly, but you just tell him you only wanted to wash your hands. Alana soon returns with absolutely no idea that you heard her phone call, which is an advantage for you, but you still have a lot to do to get rid of the woman who is trying to steal your man.
“Leaving without your morning coffee?” Harry asks in surprise on Monday morning when you are rushing around, getting ready to leave a lot earlier than you usually do. Most times he leaves way before you, but now he is still sipping on his coffee when you are about to leave, which is a new thing.
“Yeah, I have an early meeting with a TA who is supposed to help with some of my thesis work,” you explain, putting on some shoes and shoving your notebooks you left on the kitchen island last night into your bag.
“Oh, that sounds great!” he hums, nodding into his mug.
“Yeah. Hopefully this way I’m gonna finish it a little earlier than planned and I’ll have time to double check everything before submitting it.” Rushing over to him you cup his face and kiss his pink lips that now taste like coffee. “See you later?”
“Yeah. Have a good day, I love you.”
“You too and I love you too,” you giggle, before stealing another kiss, then swinging your bag over your shoulder, you’re on your way.
Because there’s still plenty of time before the first classes start, the campus feels awfully empty, just some of the early birds lingering around. As you make your way towards the library, you check the time again to make sure you’re not late. You wouldn’t want to make a bad impression on this TA who is saving your ass with his help. One of your professors offered to link the two of you, his name is apparently Logan, he is doing his masters and his research has a lot in common with yours, so in return for the help he can use some of your data for his work. For you, that’s a fair share and worth the time you save for yourself with having another person next to you.
It’s not hard to spot him, because he is the only one in front of the library, very much looking like he is waiting for someone. He is tall with dark hair and welcoming, warm chocolate eyes. The oversized hoodie doesn’t give away much about his physique, but it couldn’t be that bad, that you’re sure of.
As you walk towards him and he realizes that you’re the person he’s been waiting for, a small smile lights up his face, pushing himself away from the wall before taking a few steps towards you.
“Y/N, right?” he asks and you nod smiling back at him, stretching a hand out for him.
“And you must be Logan.”
“That’s right,” he chuckles softly. “Let’s sit down and have a talk, shall we?”
Luckily, the library opens super early on campus, so you are able to take a table in the far corner where you won’t disturb anyone, not that there are many around so early. You then explain everything you’ve been doing for your research and go into details about the part where you need his help. He listens to you carefully and even takes notes. When you’re done, he tells you what data he’ll be most likely using for his research and then you make up a plan about how you’ll go with the whole thing. He seems super nice and eager to help, so you know the two of you will get along well during this process.
“Thank you so much, you are saving me so much time,” you tell him as the two of you walk out of the library.
“No need to thank. I think it’s beneficial for the both of us,” he smiles at you, swinging his bag to his shoulder. “Where should we meet for our sessions?”
“I’m mostly either around here or at home, but I’m flexible so whatever works for you.”
Logan thinks a little, his eyebrows pulling together as he runs his tongue across his lips.
“Well, the library could always be an option, but I’m not opposed to go to your place to have a little more peace, if you don’t mind it.”
“Sure, both could work for me,” you nod.
The two of you agree on the next time you’ll meet and then part ways. You’re more than satisfied with how it all turned out to be.
This time of the semester has got you a little busy. With the end of your studies nearing, you always have something to do, something to work on, or just simply stress about. The days pass by you in a rush and it all mushes into one big mess, you can’t even tell what day it is.
You get so caught up with school work that for a little while you forget about Alana and only focus on the work you’re doing with Logan, often staying in the library long after your classes. Harry has been full of meetings too lately, the changes coming with Diana’s withdrawal and Alana’s introduction takes up a lot of his time, making him work late sometimes.
But at the end of the day you always go home to each other and for you, that’s all that matters. You’ve sensed that both of you have been in desperate need of some time together that doesn’t end up with one of you dozed out on the couch or in bed. It’s not that you haven’t been in the mood to get intimate with each other, you just didn’t have the energy for it with the workload that’s been towering above both of you.
So on Friday, you cancel on Logan, even though you feel bad about it, but you need to make time for Harry as well.
“It’s all good, I understand,” he smiles at you warmly as you break the news to him. “I’ll work a little on my own tonight, if that’s alright though. My roommate is out of town tonight so I’ll have some peace to go through the data.”
“I wouldn’t want you to do extra work, Logan,” you tell him, definitely not wanting to take advantage of his helpfulness.
“It’s not extra work. Some other day you might be the one working on it alone,” he smirks at you shrugging his shoulders. “It’s fine, honestly. Don’t worry about it. I’ll text you where I ended tonight so you can catch up for the next time we meet, how does that sound?”
“Thank you, that’s a great idea,” you nod, giving him a smile before the two of you part ways.
With a little scheming, you got one of Harry’s assistants to clear out his afternoon, so he can be home on time. Luckily, he wasn’t suspicious at all, he texted you happily that he’d be home by the time you arrive back from school. Little does he know that you’ll be the one waiting for him.
The two of you have gotten so used to Suzan cooking for you, it seemed like a good idea to cook together for once, spending time together, so that’s what you planned. Making a quick trip to the grocery store you buy everything you need for the menu and then head home to change and wait for him in the right attire.
Harry has let you know several times how much he loves seeing you in thigh high stockings, so you’ve bought a nice pair with some lace on the top, matching it with a short dress that will surely drive him crazy if he sees you, the apron covering your front. As you fix your outfit, you can’t help the satisfied grin that tugs on your lips, just when the doorman informs you for your request that Harry has arrived into the building.
Quickly, you put on some soft music and make your way out of the bedroom, waiting for him at the kitchen island with all the ingredients on top of it. He will see you right away when he walks in.
Harry opens the front door thinking that no one is home and he stops in his tracks right away when his eyes fall on your figure. After the momentary surprise, he blinks a few times and you see the tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth as he takes in your attire.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in school, miss?” he hums, dropping his stuff onto the couch on his way before he reaches you, his hands immediately finding your waist as he pulls you against him, planting a kiss to your lips before you could answer.
“Wanted to surprise you a bit, got ourselves a free afternoon,” you smirk at him coyly, running your hands over his shoulders until you can lace your fingers through his hair at the back of his head.
“So you had something to do with my canceled meetings today?” he narrows his eyes at you, but he is not at all mad at you, of course.
“Maybe,” you shrug innocently.
“And what did you have in mind, wearing this?” he questions, one of his hands sneaking underneath your dress, giving your ass a nice squeeze.
“We are going to cook together and then have sex on every possible surface in the house,” you state confidently.
“In that order? Can we maybe switch them?” he murmurs, his lips already busy kissing along your jawline.
“Yes, so behave a little,” you giggle.
Well, he tries, at first. But you don’t even get through the first few steps of the recipe when he is fucking you from behind in the middle of the kitchen as you hold onto the countertop, your moans and the slapping noises melting together with the music you put on before. As you expected, the stockings really stirred his imagination and he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
When you’re both satisfied, you finally finish dinner and you set the table nicely while he opens a bottle of fine wine.
“Diana asked about you today, she’s been missing you,” Harry tells you over dinner.
“Ah, I’m sorry I haven’t been around the office lately,” you sigh sadly.
“I told her you’re busy with school.”
“I’ll text her sometime, maybe we can have a little shopping spree or something. Also, we have to buy something for her baby shower,” you remind him.
“It’s crazy that she is gonna have a baby soon,” Harry hums, seemingly deep in his thoughts.
“But that’s what she always wanted, right? So it’s a good thing.”
“Of course,” he nods. “I’m happy she found her person, the one she can be happy with for the rest of her life.”
There’s something odd in his tone that you can’t really put your finger on. Something that’s been definitely running in his head for a while, but not wanting to push him, you decide to wait for him to figure it out himself and bring it up to you whenever he wants to.
After dinner you move outside with the rest of the wine, watching the spectacular view of the city at sunset, just talking and enjoying each other’s company in peace. Once the glasses empty out, you definitely get back in the mood to stick to the original plan you had for after dinner, Harry hungrily tearing your clothes off as you get back inside, ready to make up for the busy times lately.
“Are you still my good girl?” he murmurs into your ear, pressing you up against the dining table before biting into your soft skin on your neck, your legs wrapped around his waist, his shirt abandoned somewhere on the way from the sliding doors to here.
“Always,” you gasp, sinking your fingers into the hard muscles on his back. He growls as his mouth travels down your chest, taking his time with swirling his tongue around your nipples, giving equal attention to both of them as you basically turn into jelly in his arms. He knows your body so well, almost better than you do, he knows exactly what you need to make you go absolutely feral and desperate for him.
His lips are getting closer to where you need them the most as you lie on top of the table, your legs hooked over his shoulders. But just when he could work his magic, his phone goes off somewhere on the kitchen counter, interrupting the fun you’re having.
“Fuck, let me just mute it, baby. I’ll be back in a second,” he growls, kissing your stomach before rushing over to the device that’s still screaming for his attention.
Panting heavily you push yourself up and watch him grab it, but for your surprise, he doesn’t decline the call right away, just stares at the screen.
“Everything alright?” you call after him.
“I… I think I need to take this,” he answers, looking at you like a sad puppy.
“Do it. I’ll be right here,” you chuckle. He sends you an apologetic smile before answering the call.
“Alana? What is it?”
And just like that, you regret letting him choose the call over you. What does that man stealing bitch want from him when you made sure to clear his schedule? You made sure to have his assistant on board with you to get him just one free afternoon and evening, so why does Alana have to ruin your plans?
Folding your arms over your naked chest, you try to figure out what they could be talking about. It’s a good sign Harry is not trying to hide the conversation from you, but you still don’t like it that you have no idea what she is saying.
“No, that’s not—“ he protests against something. “I told you, I don’t want that to happen.”
If she was here, you’d love to get a hold of that ridiculously smooth looking hair of hers and throw her out for bothering you.
“Lana, that’s not happening. Have you talked to George?”
Lana? Since when is he calling her that? Are they best buds or business partners?
“Fuck, okay, okay! I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just don’t let them sign it.”
And just like that, all your plans go out the window because of Alana. You hop off the table and grab your dress from the floor, already knowing you won’t finish what you started.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Harry sighs, walking back to you just as you put your hair up, trying your best not to lose your temper.
“It’s fine,” you sigh, hoping to make yourself believe it’s the truth. Harry cradles your face in his hands as he forces you to look at him while chewing on your bottom lip, still avoiding his gaze.
“Look at me, please,” he begs you, running his thumbs along your cheeks. At last, you give in and lock eyes with him. “I wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t truly important.”
“I know,” you say and it’s the truth, but it still feels like shit. And kind of like a déjà vu, just like when he left you in bed that one time Diana was calling him. Because that turned out to be nothing like what you thought it was, now you’re just trying to keep your cool and not overreact.
“I just… really wanted to be with you without interruption or any of us half asleep.”
“I know, I’m sorry, baby. I wanted it too. I’ll try to take care of this issue as fast as possible and come back so I can make it up to you.” He kisses your lips softly, over and over again until he sees the pout disappearing. You link your arms behind his neck and kiss him properly to let him know you’re not mad at him.
“I’ll be waiting,” you purr against his lips and you can tell how hard it is for him to leave you too just from the way he is clinging onto you.
But then he peels himself off of you and getting dressed quickly he is out the door in a few minutes.
You change into some comfortable clothes and then clean up after dinner, and then just wait around for a while, watching TV, hoping to see Harry walk in anytime, but hours pass by and there’s no sign of him so you decide to make the best out of the extra time.
Texting Logan you want to check where he left off so you can catch up with him in work. He answers right away and after exchanging a few messages you find yourself in a video call with him.
“What happened to your plans?” he asks. From what you see, he is probably in his bedroom, notes and books laid out in front of him, his face illuminated by a little desk lamp.
“Uh, don’t even ask,” you roll your eyes, still pissed at Alana for ruining your evening with Harry.
“Trouble in paradise?” he chuckles.
“No, just a series of unfortunate events, I guess,” you shrug and then get down to work.
You manage to get a lot done together and even when Logan has logged out, you’re still lying in bed, your laptop next to you, notes and books splattered over the covers. At one point, you fall asleep, not making it until Harry arrives back home.
It’s almost midnight when he finally makes it back, exhausted and disappointed in himself he wasted the time he could have spent with you, on work. He sighs deep seeing the cleaned up kitchen before he makes his way into the bedroom from where he sees some light coming. When he sees your sleeping form in bed, your laptop illuminating your beautiful face, his heart breaks knowing you had to end tonight alone, doing school work.
He rids himself of his clothes and before going to take a shower, he gathers your notes and books, careful not to wake you up, putting them to the dresser. Then he grabs your laptop and just as he is about to close it, he sees what’s open on the screen.
Though Logan has been offline for a while, his profile is still open since you forgot to close the tabs and shut the laptop off. His picture catches Harry’s attention and he zooms in on it so get a better look at the guy you’ve been spending time with lately.
It’s not often that Harry feels jealous or even insecure. Confidence has become one with his personality, but when he sees the young, handsome lad’s photo, his stomach drops in an instant. He is quick to jump into scenarios in his head where the two of you are doing more than just school work, because in his thoughts, there is no way a guy like this doesn’t fall for a girl like you. The image throws him down the rabbit hole.
Why wouldn’t you be into the age appropriate guy from school who looks good and is probably smart too. You’ve been raving about how great working with him has been, so you must be hitting it off during your study sessions.
Shutting your laptop he puts it aside as well before locking himself up in the bathroom, taking a cold shower to cool himself off.
He’s been definitely the confident one in the relationship, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been pushing his fears of you leaving him down. With the major age difference, Harry always had a tiny, evil voice in the back of his head telling him how you’ll most likely want to ditch him for a younger guy sooner or later and now these fears have surfaced more than ever.
He loves you more than anything. Can’t even imagine his life without you and even though you never showed any sign of not returning these feelings on the same level, he is now doubting himself more than ever.
Returning to the bedroom you’re still sound asleep as he gets under the covers, he just lies on his side and watches you for a bit, completely and so hopelessly in love with you.
As if you could feel his gaze on you, stirring in your sleep you blink your eyes open and see that he is finally back home with you.
“Hey! Sorry, I fell asleep,” you mumble half asleep as you cuddle closer to him, his arms locking around you, keeping you tight in his embrace.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come in time. I’m so sorry, baby,” he mumbles, kissing your forehead.
“It’s okay. I’m just happy you’re home now,” you mumble with a sigh and the way you call this place home has his heart in a grip.
“I’ll always come home to you,” he whispers back.
It’s a god sent gift that two of your afternoon classes gets canceled on a Tuesday, so you suddenly have the rest of the day freed up instead of sitting in class until five. After Harry mentioned how Diana has been missing you, you shoot her a text asking if she wants to grab a late lunch with you. The past few weeks she’s been pulling herself out of business, working less and less to the point where he only goes to the office just once a week, and today is that day.
DIANA: Absolutely!! I wanted to leave early anyway!
Y/N: Great! I’ll be at the office in thirty!
You try to call Harry too, but he doesn’t answer, so he is probably at a meeting. You reach his assistant and she confirms your suspicions, Harry has been in a meeting for hours and is not expected to be free anytime soon. It’s a bummer you won’t be able to see him, but you’re also not going there for him.
You’re already a well-known face in the office, no one ever questions your presence whenever you drop by, the front desk workers usually greet you with warm smiles when you cross the lobby of the building and head up with the elevator. Today is no different.
Diana has texted you that she has to finish one last call before leaving, so you decide to wait in Harry’s office that’s supposed to be empty since he is at a meeting.
“Hi, Daisy!” you smile at the assistant you’ve come to know well, though she is not the only one, she has two part time helpers to handle the workload she’s been dealing with.
“Oh! Y/N, hi! Mr. Styles is still in his meeting, I’m afraid.”
“It’s okay, I’m here to meet Diana. I’ll just wait for her in Harry’s office, if that’s alright,” you say, already heading towards the door.
“Um, sure, it’s just that… never mind,” she mumbles and you can’t really tell what’s gotten into her.
Pushing the massive double doors open you walk in, expecting the place to be empty, but you stop in your tracks when you see an all too familiar supermodel-like figure, lying on the leather couch Harry has in the corner of the room.
Alana is resting there like she has no worries in the world, her skin tight pencil skirt has ridden up on her thighs, showing off the lace on her stockings, the top few buttons of her shirt undone, giving you a nice view of her cleavage. That’s the state she is lying in your boyfriend’s office.
She opens her eyes at your arrival and her eyebrows rise, as if she has the right to be surprised to see you there when she is the one treating Harry’s office like her bedroom.
“Oh! Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming in!” She sits up, but takes her sweet time to fix her outfit, as if she was doing you a favor with covering herself up.
“Didn’t know I should call you beforehand every time I decide to come by,” you quip with an irritated smile.
“Oh, I’ve been just having the worst migraines and Harry is always so nice to let me use his office to crash! They are still working on mine and this couch is just so comfortable!”
“And your migraine gets better when you undress?” you purse your lips.
Originally, you wanted to keep your cool around Alana, not let her see just how annoyed you are by her, but you just can’t hold yourself back, this woman is crossing the line. What if Harry walked in instead of you, finding her half naked in his office? What’s worse, what if he is totally fine with it?
“Ah, I just got hot for a minute,” she smiles and shrugs innocently as she stands up, your eyes immediately sliding down to her perfect body. There is not even one flaw in this woman’s appearance and you hate her for that. “Harry is busy right now, want me to give him a message?”
“No thank you. I’m waiting for Diana, actually.”
“I see,” she smiles, but there’s nothing nice or even remotely friendly in her expression. “I’m sorry about ruining your plans the other day, Harry told me you weren’t too happy he had to come in.”
“It’s just rather upsetting when you make sure to clear his schedule and he still gets called in, you know?” you smile back at her viciously.
“I understand. But this is how this business works. You can’t really understand if you’re not in it.”
This is for sure an insult on so many levels, but it’s mostly calling you out for not being the right fit for Harry.
“Oh, I understand it just fine, don’t worry.”
“The transition is a stressful time, Y/N. And though I’m doing my best to take over things smoothly, Harry is the real boss, it can’t happen without him. He needs to focus on his business now.”
You’re moments away from slapping that perfect little face of hers, the top of your ears are on fire at this point from the boiling rage inside you.
“How nice of you to watch out for him. I’m sure you know just what he needs,” you smile at her with forced sweetness in your tone and from the look on her face, she must think she really did something here with her little comment, but you’re not done yet. “I make absolutely sure he’s got everything he needs at home though, don’t worry. I know he focuses the best if he gets his pleasure just how he likes it and I’ve been paying extra attention to that. He’s got quite the hunger, if I’m being honest, but it’s such a luck we are so good together in and outside of the bedroom.”
You see the evil glint in her eyes when you talk about sex with Harry, one thing she will never experience as long as you’re breathing. You refuse to let her get her hands on your man, not on your watch.
“Good to hear,” she smiles with blank eyes and clenched jaw and you take this as a win.
The door opens and Diana walks in, her plump belly appearing in your sight before her. She is glowing, even more than before, wearing a baby blue flowy dress that’s got enough room for her bump.
“Hey!” she smiles, her eyes quickly snapping from you to Alana and you notice her tensing up just a tiny bit. “I’m done now, you want to get going?”
“Sure,” you nod before turning back to Alana. “Maybe next time you have a migraine just take some pills,” you scoff at her before walking out of the office with Diana by your side.
“Are you currently plotting Alana’s death?”
Looking up from your food your eyes meet Diana’s over the table and she cocks her head to the side, already knowing the answer to her question.
“Is it that obvious that I despise the woman?” you huff with a frown.
“It’s written all over your face,” she chuckles. “What happened in Harry’s office?”
“If I tell you a secret, would you promise me not to tell Harry?” you ask her in a discreet tone.
“Of course, what’s up?” she nods, cupping her bump as an instinct.
“We had brunch with Alana a while ago, her and some other board members. I went to the restroom and I heard her on the phone. I don’t know who she was talking to, but she was talking about me.”
“What did she say?”
“That basically I’m too young for Harry and I’m no competition for her. She wants him, Diana. She wants to take him from me.” Your throat closes up as you say the words out loud for the first time. You’ve been keeping it to yourself all along, but now that you’re sharing it with someone, suddenly it feels a lot more real.
“You heard her say that?” her mouth hangs open.
“Yeah,” you nod nervously chewing on your bottom lip, poking the food around on your plate.
“I kind of knew something was wrong with her,” she sighs shaking her head. “But why didn’t you tell Harry?”
“Come on, he wouldn’t believe me. He would just tell me I’m jealous for no reason because I’m sure Alana has been acting just fine around him.”
“What if she’s been flirting with him?”
“Then fuck them both!” you snap, but you both start laughing. “If that’s the case he is either oblivious to it and hasn’t even noticed, or he did notice and chose to keep it from me. I don’t know which one is better, if my boyfriend is blind or if he acts blind.”
“Y/N, Harry is obsessed with you. He would never do anything to hurt you.”
“But I’m not like Alana,” you groan. “I’m too young for him, I’m not a business genius like him and I definitely don’t look like Alana.”
“Why would you want to? You look fucking amazing!”
“Not as amazing as she does!” you whine.
“But Harry is in love with you. Does that not matter to you?”
“It does, but is it enough?” you ask the question you’ve been chewing on for a while. Is love enough to keep you together forever? You’re not entirely sure, especially with people like Alana around.
“Honey,” Diana sighs and reaching over she takes your hand in hers. “What I’ve learned from my relationship is that you have to be honest with your partner. If you feel a certain way, you need to share with them and if they truly care about you they will handle it the right way and you’ll get over it together. Keeping this from Harry will probably not end well and as a friend of his, I know he would want to know if you felt this way.”
Deep down you know she is right. It’s childish to keep things from Harry that could poison your relationship. You love him so much, you’d hate it if you messed it up so bad that you end up losing him. It doesn’t matter how scary it is to bring it up, he is your partner and you trust him to treat your emotions and feelings right. Hopefully, he’ll tell you that there is nothing to worry about and Alana is not a threat, at least not to you.
Following your conversation with Diana you’re determined to talk it out with Harry and mentally note to bring it up as soon as possible.
Later in the afternoon you plan to meet up with Logan, but for a change you ask him if he is fine with coming to your place. You’re not quite in the mood to sit around in the library again, today has been way too exhausting to tolerate more people than what’s necessary. He has nothing against the idea so you wait for him at home, setting up your base at the kitchen island with all your notes and your laptop. You’re nearing the end of the phase of data analysis and you can’t wait to get your whole thesis done with already.
The doorman calls up to let you know that Logan is on his way up and you wait for him in the foyer. When he walks in, he stops and looks around with wide eyes, exactly the reaction you were expecting. Not many would think this is how a 22 years old girl lives in her last year of university, most of the people you’re friends with in school share a tiny apartment with more roommates than they probably should while you’re here, living in this luxurious penthouse that’s big enough to hold at least three families.
“Holy shit, Y/N. This is where you live?” he gapes, walking further into the place.
“Well, it’s not exactly my place, it’s my boyfriend’s, I just moved in with him,” you chuckle softly.
“Um, who exactly your boyfriend is?” he asks, following you into the kitchen. It’s not like you go around shouting at everyone that you’re dating Harry Styles, it simply never came up talking to Logan, you’re not hiding Harry.
“Harry Styles, I’m not sure if you’re familiar with—“
“Are you shitting me right now? You’re dating Harry Styles?”
“Yeah,” you chuckles, finding his shock pretty entertaining.
“I once saw the man at a conference, he looks intimidating as hell.”
“That’s just his tough act, he is a softie, I promise you,” you smile. “Alright, let’s get down to work, shall we?”
You easy into hard working mode pretty fast, making great progress with everything that’s left and you even get more done than what you expected. As a break, Logan shows you his work and what he has used your data for so far. It’s not an entirely different topic, but he is surely working on something you would have never thought of and it amazes you how your work fits into the picture. You start talking about school and then everything but school and while you heat up some leftover for the two of you, your thesis gets forgotten pretty soon as the two of you are just having a nice time together.
Harry got to leave the office a lot later than he intended. It’s been so hard to stop at the end of the day and today has been especially tiring so when he finally parks his car in the garage and heads up, all he can think about is to have a nice dinner with you, then make love to you, preferably either on the couch or in bed and then fall asleep with you in his arms.
He is surprised and not in the best way when he walks into his home and hears a male’s voice along with yours coming from the kitchen. His heart leaps upon hearing your bright laughter, but he is definitely not pleased that you’re not alone.
As he approaches the kitchen a broad back and dark haired head comes into his vision, sitting at the kitchen island with you next to him, two empty plates on the counter, your notes, books and laptop shoved to the side. Laughing at something your guest just said, your head is falling back as he is adding something else, but Harry can’t get himself to focus on what he is saying.
Then you see Harry standing there and though he catches the way your eyes light up, he would rather have you here on your own than with a guy who he assumes is Logan, the only guy that could get him to doubt himself.
“H! Hi! I didn’t hear you arriving!”
Hopping off the stool you stride over to him and pull him down for a kiss that softens him for a second, the touch of your lips working like magic on him, but then his eyes land on Logan again and the tension is back in his muscles.
“Hey baby. Didn’t know we were gonna have guests.”
“This is Logan. We were just working a bit.”
“I can… see that,” he mumbles under his breath.
“Mr. Styles, it’s so nice to meet you!” Logan smiles a tad bit nervously as he holds a hand out for him. “I’m Logan Wright.”
“Nice to meet you too,” he nods, giving his hand a firm shake. “I see you guys are having a break huh?” he nods towards the plates and though it’s not obvious, you can feel the slight spite in his tone.
“Yeah, we actually made great progress so decided to just put it aside,” you nod, examining his face with suspicion and you notice how he is avoiding to look at you, it’s making your stomach churn.
“Alright,” he nods. “I’ll be… in the study,” he sighs before turning around to walk out but you stop him.
“Aren’t you hungry? I can heat something for you or even cook something quickly?”
“I’m not hungry,” he answers shortly and with that, he is out of there.
You don’t like how this just went down, not even a bit and you have to get to the bottom of it before it eats you away with everything else you’ve been carrying with yourself.
“Logan, is it okay if we end this session here?” you turn to him with an apologetic look, feeling bad that you’re throwing him out.
“Don’t be silly, I was just about to say I better get going. It’s getting late and you must want to be with your man,” he smiles at you warmly, not even an ounce of anger in his tone.
“Thank you. I’ll text you about our next time, I think that might be our last one with everything we got done today.”
“Yeah, absolutely, we are so close to the end. Thank you for the dinner,” he nods, packing his stuff and swinging his backpack to his shoulder.
You walk him out and thank him for the work again before he leaves and you waste no time to go after Harry. At first it seems like the study’s door is closer, but getting closer you see that it’s open the slightest, almost like a tiny invitation for you to go in.
“Harry?” you call out softly as you push the door open slowly and poke your head in. Sitting at his massive desk he is turned around towards the window behind him, staring out at the twinkling lights of the city’s skyline. Hearing your arrival he turns around, his eyes flicker to you. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” you ask softly, taking a few more steps further into the room and then stopping.
“No, go back to Logan,” he answers and you catch the bitterness in his tone.
“He went home, it’s just the two of us.” You stride closer to the desk and stop right in front of it, folding your arms on your chest, feeling not too welcomed in the room right in this moment. “Something happened at work today?”
“I just had a tiring day.”
“How about a bath together? I can give you a massage, wash your hair…”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“Is it because of Logan? Maybe I should have texted you before bringing him here, I’m sorry—“
“It’s your home too, you can do whatever you want, Y/N. It’s fine.”
There are so many concerning thoughts swirling in your mind as you stare down at him while he is avoiding to look at you. It hurts, makes you feel like something is wrong with you, but you have no idea what it is.
Maybe what you’ve been fearing is now becoming reality. Maybe the point where you’re not enough for him has come.
“If there is anything you want to talk about, I’m here,” you manage to speak up, giving him the opportunity to be honest with you. The silence following your words however is painfully long before he speaks up.
“I know. I have to take care of a few things now,” he says and it’s a clear hint for you to get lost.
Swallowing your tears back you turn around and walk out of there as fast as possible.
Harry knows he has lost his rational side and he is being a dick, but he can’t help it. Walking into his home he shares with you and seeing you have a blast with another man just set his worst insecurities free inside his head and he has no idea how to deal with it.
He has never felt this way before.
Sending you away when all he wanted was to hold you in his arm was a mistake he made out of spite and jealousy and though he knows he is acting like a caveman, the thought of losing you is scaring him to death.
Especially these days when he’s been planning to do something major, something that he never thought he would ever do in his life.
Standing from his chair he walks over to the safe where he keeps some of his most important documents, some money in case of emergency and there is one more thing sitting there. Punching the code in which is the day the two of you met, the safe opens and his eyes land on the tiny, blue jewelry box that’s been hiding in there for months now.
He knew he wanted to marry you for a long time. Maybe not since day one, but he definitely didn’t need much time to fall for you harder than ever and it sparked the idea of marriage in him very early on. He bought the ring just days after your one year anniversary and he’s been trying to figure out the best way possible to propose.
But the more he’s been plotting, the more scared he is getting that you might not be feeling the same way. What if it’s all too fast to you or worse, you don’t plan to stay with him for the rest of your life like he does?
Seeing you with Logan today just strengthened his ridiculous fears for some reason. You seemed so carefree and happy around him, he can’t help but think how Logan might be a better match to you than he is.
He takes a look at the ring and tries to clear his head and control his emotions. There is so much he has to figure out, but he knows one thing for sure. He doesn’t want to lose you and the way he acted was unacceptable. Placing the box back into the safe he shuts it closed before taking a deep breath and heading out of the room to look for you.
As he nears the bedroom he hears your shaky breathing coming from inside and it shatters his heart.
“Baby?” he calls out, walking into the room and finding you sitting on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest, your forehead resting on them. Your head snaps up at his voice and you’re quick to wipe your cheeks, trying to hide the fact that you were crying, but it’s obvious.
Crossing the room he approaches the bed and sits beside you, unsure what to do at first, but then he places a hand to your knee and when you straighten your legs out, it moves up to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” he breathes out, while you chew on your trembling bottom lip.
“For what exactly?”
“For… being a dick. I didn’t mean to, I just… I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
“But I told you that you can talk to me about anything! And instead of opening up to me you just…” You take a deep breath, swallowing down your tears again as you shake your head.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just came home and saw you laughing around with that guy and I lost my temper, okay?”
You blink at him, trying to comprehend his words, make it make sense how laughing with Logan pissed him off, because it just sounds way too absurd right now.
“What are you talking about?” you breathe out.
“I fucking hated seeing you with him,” he growls clenching his jaw.
“Seeing me with him? We were working on my thesis, Harry.”
“It didn’t look like that,” he answers right away, his anger and jealousy starting to bubble in his chest again. “I don’t like that he is around you.”
“I repeat, we are working on my thesis, he has helped me so much with my analysis, I would be nowhere without him. Why are you making it to be something it’s not?”
“How do I know it’s not?” he snaps suddenly, once again losing his temper and deep down he knows it’s not how he should be dealing with the situation, but right now he is seeing red. Jumping to his feet he starts pacing the room, his hands on his hips and his chest is heaving. “How do I know what’s happening during these study sessions?!”
“Harry, do you even hear yourself? This is fucking nonsense!” you snap back, taken aback by the accusation. “And if I’m being honest, very ridiculous coming from you,” you add scoffing. He stops and looks at you with his eyes practically on fire.
“And what does that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you being jealous of Logan is basically a joke when you’re working with Alana! She is fucking obsessed with you and I know for a fact she is trying to seduce you!”
“You’re just making this up to cover your mess right now. Alana would never do anything, Y/N, where is this even coming from?!” he raises his voice, but you are not gonna shut up this time. It’s not how you planned to bring the issue up, but you will not let him accuse you of cheating when he is the one working closely together with the woman who wants to fuck him.
“It’s coming from facts! I’ve heard her talking about it before and when I was at the office last time she was fucking sprawled out on your couch with her blouse unbuttoned, like an open invitation for you to fuck her!”
“What the hell are you talking about, no one is allowed in my office when I’m not there!”
“Don’t fucking lie to me! She said you invited her to use the couch! Don’t try to make me believe it’s all a lie!”
“But it is, you fucking made it up because you’re fucking your little study buddy!” he barks and his words are like punches in your stomach.
“You’re the only person I’m trying to fuck, but you’re always out there up in Alana’s ass, or should I call her Lana? Is that how you call her when you fuck her in your office? Just tell me!”
“I’m not fucking Alana! She is my business partner, what’s so hard to understand about that?”
“And what’s so hard to understand about me not fucking Logan and Alana wanting to hop on your fucking dick?” you scream back, louder than you’ve ever been in a fight. Tears are streaming down your face as you’re kneeling on the bed and he is standing at the end of it, the two of you staring at each other with heaving chests and red faces from the heated fight. You’ve had arguments before, but none of those were anything like this. Not even close.
“It’s so fucking typical, that you see a pretty woman and think that she is someone you have to compete with. But news flash, Alana did nothing wrong, she’s been nothing but professional. Can you say the same thing about your little friend?”
After the screaming and shouting he is now talking rather quietly, but it just makes his words even more sinister. And you’re done with explaining yourself for something you never did.
Without giving him an answer, you get up from the bed and rush into the wardrobe, grabbing one of your bigger handbags and start throwing everything you need for the next few days into it. Harry appears at the door and looks at you with bewildered and confused eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” you ask with a sniffle, pushing your way past him out of the wardrobe and into the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
“None of your fucking business.”
“It is! Why are you leaving, Y/N?”
“Because I won’t just stay here and listen to your accusations when I did nothing wrong! And if you don’t fucking believe me about Alana, I’ll not fight against her just to be treated as a liar, Harry!” you snap back and something breaks in Harry.
“Wait, no! Please, don’t go, Y/N. I’m sorry, let’s just talk this out, just please don’t leave!”
He runs after you as you return to the wardrobe again, grabbing a hoodie and tugging it over your head, getting ready to leave.
“I need space, Harry,” you tell him when he tries to touch you but you jerk away. “I need to think things over.”
“Baby, just stay here, please. I’ll sleep in another room, I swear I won’t bother you, just please don’t leave!” he begs, but you still don’t stop. With the bag and a pair of boots you storm out with Harry following you right behind.
“How come you’re begging me now, but when I was telling you about an issue, you didn’t even take me seriously? You made me appear like a liar and a cheater, Harry. And I’m neither of those.” Dropping your boots in the foyer you start to pull them on, knowing well nothing can make you stay at this point.
“Y/N, I’m sorry for the way I reacted, I was a dick. I just don’t think that Alana would do anything to hurt you or me.”
“See, it doesn’t matter what you think. I, as your partner, told you about an issue and instead of believing me and treating it with care, you used it against me and accused me. And that’s exactly why I was afraid to tell you about it.”
Harry watches you get ready to leave and he is paralyzed, shattered to see you leave because he hurt you so badly you don’t even want to stay in the home you share with him.
“Where are you going?” he asks, his voice barely more than just a whisper. “Please, I won’t go after you, I just want to know you’ll be somewhere safe.”
“I’ll probably go to Cece’s.”
“And when are you coming back?”
“I don’t know, Harry. I need some… time to think. I think you need that too.”
He wants to protest, he wants to beg you to stay, but he knows he has to let you go now, however painful it is.
When you get into the elevator and turning around face him, your heart breaks seeing him so lost and broken as he just stands there and watches you leave.
“I’m sorry,” he breathes out just as the doors close.
Even though you call ahead Cece is shocked to see you at her place with your stuffed bag and red, puffy eyes, because of course, you cried through the whole way to her place in the taxi.
“Come on, I’ll make you a tea,” she urges, inviting you inside.
You don’t tell her what happened, you don’t want to talk about it even for a second. Luckily, Cece accepts your silence and lets you be. That night you cry yourself to sleep in your best friend’s guest bedroom, spending the night away from the man you love the most for the first time in so long and it slowly rips you apart.
Harry arrives to the office after getting zero sleep last night. How could he even rest his eyes without having you home? He couldn’t stop thinking about everything he did wrong, which is a lot, and it was easy for him to fall down the rabbit hole.
He fucked up. Big time. He shouldn’t have even brought up Logan, he’s got no idea why it triggered him so badly and why he couldn’t communicate his issues like the grown man he is supposed to be. He knows if he doesn’t figure out how to win you back, he’ll lose his whole world.
He is basically a zombie walking around his office all morning. Zoning out, missing phone calls, only thinking about you and if you truly hate him by now, not wanting to do anything with him.
He is so deep in his thoughts that he doesn’t even hear the knock on his door, only snap back to reality when he sees Alana walking in. The sight of her brings back even more pain from last night and he needs to take a deep breath to keep himself collected.
“I sent you over the new versions of the Maxwell contracts, have you checked them out?” she asks, walking closer to his desk.
“Erm, no, sorry. I haven’t. I will do it now,” he clears his throat opening up his emails.
“Everything alright? You seem very… off,” Alana softly speaks, tilting her head to the side.
“I just… Y/N and I had a big fight last night, I’m just worried.”
The news are like an angel’s song to Alana, a window thrown open just for her to climb in and never leave. Walking closer with a daring move she sits sideways onto his desk, but he is so distracted he doesn’t even notice how much she is showing from her thigh, his eyes glued to the screen, though he can barely comprehend anything he is reading.
“I’m so sorry, do you want to talk about it? I’m happy to listen,” she coos softly.
“I was just a dick to her. A complete asshole, I don’t blame her for hating me.”
“What happened?”
“This guy was there when I got home last night.”
“She cheated on you?” she gasps, assuming the worst right away, but Harry frowns shaking his head.
“No, of course not. I know she would never do it, he is just helping her with her thesis works. They did nothing, it wasn’t even a fishy situation, I just… lost my temper over seeing her with someone who is younger and probably a better fit for her. I started acting like a dick, even made her cry… I was horrible to her.”
“It sounds like you two are not really on the same page.”
“It was just a momentary slip. I love her, I want to be with her. I just have to figure out how to get her to forgive me,” he sighs leaning back in his seat. “I think I’m gonna take the day off, Lana. I can’t fucking focus on anything.”
“Why don’t you sleep on it a bit? It’s still so fresh, maybe you should think things through.” Alana is quick to try to change his mind, not wanting to let him run back to you this fast.
However Harry finally picks up on what might be happening. Looking up he realizes the way she is sitting on his desk and the sugarcoated meaning behind her words and all of a sudden, everything starts to make sense.
“You know what else came up last night? You.”
“Me?” she smiles innocently. “What about me?”
“She said you’ve been actively trying to seduce me. Do you know anything about that?”
“Come on, that is ridiculous, I would never do that,” she laughs, but Harry doesn’t find the situation that funny.
“Have you been in my office when I wasn’t here?”
“What?” she asks, her mouth going dry. “Everyone knows no one is allowed in here but Y/N when you’re not here. I would never break your rules.”
“Then why did she tell me you were lying on my couch when I was at a meeting the other day?”
“That’s ridiculous, I’m pretty sure she made that up, I haven’t even seen her in a while,” she scoffs, but Harry sees through him, finally.
Pushing himself back from his desk he stands up and heads towards the door. Alana jumps to her feet, panic rising in her guts.
“What are you doing? Do you not believe me?”
Harry walks out of the office without bothering to answer her, heading straight to Daisy’s desk. The assistant’s head snaps up right away and she squares her shoulders upon seeing her boss standing in front of her.
“Daisy, has Alana been in my office when I wasn’t here?” he asks, panic washing over the young girl as her eyes switch to Alana’s form standing not too far away, a ruthless look on her face.
“I, uhh—“
“Daisy, look at me,” Harry tells her and the girl obeys. “You’re not in trouble, just tell me the truth. Has she been in my office before when I wasn’t here?”
Daisy hesitates, but nods at last.
“She… She heard me on the phone with Y/N the other day, she knew she was coming in and she just walked in. I tried to tell her she can’t be in there, but she said you said it was fine. I’m so sorry, Mr. Styles, I—“
“Don’t worry, Daisy. Clear my schedule for the rest of the day, will you?”
“Of course,” the assistant nods eagerly, getting down to work right away as Harry heads back into his office.
“Harry, come on! Do you really believe her? Daisy has hated my guts since day one!” Alana tries, following Harry as he gets back to his desk, the lack of emotions on his face is alarmingly upsetting.
“Daisy has been working here for years and I trust her with everything. Unlike you. Now, I want you to pack your stuff, you’re done.”
“Done?” she gasps with a surprised chuckle. “What do you mean done?”
“That you’re no longer working here. We’ll arrange the paperwork and have you come in to sign your resignation.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“I’m very serious.”
“Even if this crazy story was true, how does that affect my job here?” she scoffs, folding her arms on her chest.
“I will not work with someone who I can’t trust, who tries to hurt me and my loved ones. Your character does not fit into the picture we are building around here.”
“For fuck’s sake! Are you really throwing me out because your whiny little girlfriend is insecure?” she gapes at him, definitely not able to control her emotions like Harry can. “It’s nonsense, you can’t be that into her!”
In the meantime, Harry is packing his stuff up without a bother, getting ready to leave as soon as possible so he can beg for you to forgive him, that’s all that matters right now.
“Harry, stop, let’s talk this out!” she begs, quickly dropping the confident act and trying everything she can to save herself.
“Leave,” he simply tells her, grabbing his phone and briefcase.
“Harry, I just—“
“Leave!” he barks. “I don’t want to see you again. And if you come near me or my girlfriend again, I will get a fucking restraining order against you. It’s not just an empty threat.”
Alana is frozen and devastated, just stares after Harry as he walks out of the room without another word. It’s over for her. She lost.
She lost against you. Not that she ever stood a chance.
You didn’t expect to have another study session so soon with Logan, but he said he wouldn’t make any other days work in the next two weeks so you have to finish your work today. Though you wanted nothing more than to go back to Cece’s place after your classes and just sleep the pain away, you agreed to meet up with Logan.
The night was a total disaster, you barely had just a few hours of sleep and even when you managed to rest, you kept having nightmares of Harry and Alana, walking in on them in a situation you wish to never witness. It still feels surreal, how you parted ways with Harry last night. Everything happened so fast and you felt betrayed by the man you’d do anything for. The way he couldn’t take you seriously about Alana and just kept accusing you felt like a knife was stabbed into your chest with every word that left his mouth.
And the worst part is that you still love him.
You still have no idea what to do, leaving him would destroy you, but staying with him right now feels just as painful.
You’re on your way to the library when your phone starts ringing, it’s Logan.
“Hey, I’m almost there,” you say answering the call.
“Change of plans. Can you meet me in room B23?”
You stop in your tracks, already in front of the library, but you turn around and make your way towards building B.
“Okay, but what happened?”
“Oh, I just, I had class there and asked the professor if we could use the room, thought it would be a bit better. You know where it is?”
“Sure,” you huff. You know that room pretty well, it’s where you had your class with Professor Robertson, the one where you met Harry. You can never pass the room without thinking back at that day and though most of the time it warms your chest, now you have bittersweet feelings about it.
Building B is close to the library, so you’re still on the phone with Logan when you’re nearing the room.
“Are you almost here?” he asks over the phone.
“Yeah, just a minute and I’m there. What’s up? You sound so exciting,” you hum.
“I just can’t wait to finish with the work, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess. Okay, I’m walking in now, see you in a sec,” you chuckle, ending the call. Slipping your phone into your bag, you let out a long sigh and push the door open, expecting Logan to be in there, but you freeze when someone else welcomes you.
“Hi,” Harry breathes out, standing by the teacher’s desk.
“Harry, what are you… Where’s Logan?” you ask, looking around, but it’s just the two of you.
“He is not coming. I asked him to help me a little to get you to come here.”
“What?” you huff, not entirely sure what this is about.
“I knew you probably wouldn’t come here if I asked you, so I’m sorry for playing you, but I just had to talk to you.”
You don’t reply, mostly because you have no idea what to say, so you just keep standing there and he uses the opportunity to tell you what he wants.
“Y/N, I am so sorry for yesterday. I lost my head completely when I saw you with Logan and couldn’t control my emotions. I know it’s not an excuse for the way I acted, but I really am sorry.”
“I just don’t know what was so upsetting about it!” you sigh, folding your arms on your chest.
“It’s nothing you did. It was… I got scared. I saw you with a guy who is your age and smart and he made you laugh and I got scared that one day you might realize that I’m not what you want.”
“Harry,” you deflate, especially seeing the hurt in his eyes. There’s no question he is telling you the truth.
“I know, but I’ve been fighting this feeling for a while. I’m always worried that I’m not the right person for you and I let my insecurities take over me. And the whole Alana thing? You were right.”
“What? Did she do something?” you ask in panic.
“She just tried to turn me against you this morning, but I could finally see clearly. Daisy told me that she really was in my office, just like you said. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you, I was just… I was too hung up on my issues that I couldn’t see the whole picture.”
“You really didn’t notice anything on her?”
“I didn’t,” he chuckles bitterly. “But only because I’m so fucking in love with you that I see no one else when I have you.”
“You’re so sappy,” you say, the tiniest smile finally tugging on your lips and Harry finally dares to walk closer to you.
“I am and an idiot and such an asshole. I’ve been just so scared that you’d end up breaking my heart, I wasn’t thinking.”
When he is finally standing in front of you, with a moment of hesitation he reaches up to your face at last and cups your cheeks in his palms. His heart leaps out of his chest when you lean into his touch.
“I’ve been scared too,” you speak up quietly.
“About what?”
“The same thing,” you admit truthfully. “That you realize that I’m just a stupid little girl.”
“Oh baby. You’re everything to me,” he breathes out, kissing your forehead. “You’re my good girl,” he smirks. “No, you are my best girl.”
“Stop,” you chuckle even though tears are dwelling in your eyes.
“But it’s the truth. I could never be with anyone else, you’re everything I need and want… God, we’ve been so stupid.”
“Yeah, very stupid,” you chuckle through your tears as your arms wrap around his waist and you bury your face into the crook of his neck. He holds you tight for a bit before pulling back, way too soon for your liking and you’re just about to complain, but he is the first one to speak up.
“And that’s why we need something better to remember this time for.” Before you could ask what he meant by that, he lets go of you and taking just a tiny step backwards, you watch him get down on one knee and you almost faint.
“Harry!” you gasp, seeing him pull out a little jewelry box as he looks up at you with tears shimmering in his eyes while you’re full on crying already.
“Y/N, the moment I saw you in this exact room I was blown away by you. I couldn’t take my eyes off you and I knew I needed to see you again. Thank god that idiot Nick gave me the chance to talk to you, that’s the best thing he has ever done in his life,” he chuckles and you laugh with him through your tears. “I fell for you fast, though we messed it up a bit back then too, both of us so stubborn to just speak up about our feelings, but I’ve been the happiest since then, getting to share my life with you, coming home to you, it’s been my absolute favorite thing and I know that I want to have it for the rest of my life.” He pops the lid of the tiny box open and you gasp seeing the massive diamond ring inside. “These past few days just made me realize even more that you’re everything I need and want in life. So… Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”
You’re in shock, you made up just moments ago after your worst fight ever and now he is proposing to you. It’s more than what you can process in such a short time.
“Are you asking me to just make up for the fight?” you ask with trembling lips. “Because I really want to marry, but I don’t want you to feel pressured, I forgive you without the ring,” you add as tears keep rolling down your cheeks.
“Baby, I’ve had this ring for months,” he chuckles, finding it cute how you’re making an excuse. “I was already planning to propose, but I couldn’t find the right moment.”
“So, you mean it? You really want to marry me?” you breathe out, most likely looking like a mess, but Harry still thinks you’re the prettiest thing on earth.
“I would be crazy not to,” he smirks. “So, what do you say?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, I want to marry you!” you cry out, throwing yourself into his arms, sobbing and gasping, a complete emotional mess, but happier than you’ve ever been. When you pull back and kiss him, your lips are wet from your lips and you can barely breathe, but you just need to feel him and taste him.
“Let me put the ring on,” he chuckles against your lips, the two of you are kneeling on the floor, but you couldn’t care less. Harry takes the ring out of the box and you watch as he puts it onto your finger with so much care before kissing it lovingly. You throw yourself at him again, just hugging each other in silence, bathing in the joyous moment that’s the first one of the rest of your lives.
“I love you,” you mumble against his neck, still in shock that all of this just happened.
“I love you too. My beautiful, good girl,” he hums, kissing the side of your face over and over again as he keeps you tight in his arms, never planning to let go of you.
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She whimpers and bucks her hips, searching for any type of relief, but all she finds is cold air against her wet pussy. Her nipples are sensitive, and Harry’s teasing touches are getting her all worked up. His hands sit on her ribs delicately, blunt fingernails lightly tracing shapes that make goosebumps rise on her skin. She’s being teased, tortured. “Daddy!” she whines once more.
He slaps her nipple, watching how her tit jiggle from the impact. It shuts her right up, a high pitched moan jumping from her throat. “Stop complaining, fuckin’ brat.” He won’t tolerate his good girl being so impatient, whining and begging without even saying please. He’s taught her better than that. He slaps her other breast, eyes stern and dark. “M’gonna take my time with these perky little tits, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”
Her wrists strain against the silk ribbon that’s restraining her, struggling in them. With the way that her hands are tied above her head, Harry has such easy access to her entire body. Her tits are out on display for him, her plushy chest practically puffed out and inviting him to play. It doesn’t help, the way she keeps arching her back towards his mouth, as if she’s keening for more. She can’t help it, though! It’s just her body’s reaction to being touched and loved on, arching towards Harry’s warm and wet mouth. She whines loudly again, impatient and tired of being teased.
“You’re so fucking spoiled,” Harry seeths, his teeth skimming her pert, sensitive nipple. He encases the other one in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. “Can’t even let daddy enjoy himself for two minutes, hm? Just a dumb slut, desperate to be fucked.”
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harry is in love with yn whom he buys things for. many people say she’s using him but she is really isn’t. yn is truly in love with harry. so if he wants to give her his money or buy her something…then why should she stop him.
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