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࿐ྂ who wants her? | v.h.

          —  pairing: vinnie x reader           —  word count: ~200           —  summary: snoozin’ while vinnie’s chattin’

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“Yo, chat. Lemme show you something…”

Vinnie adjusts his phone’s camera, focusing on his beloved lump-of-a-girlfriend (you), curled within those coal-grey bedsheets, and not to mention his favorite tanned feline is snug at your side, tail curling and swaying.

“Chat, tell me why this lil woman waltzed in here like she owned the place, kissed and loved up on my cat, used my bathroom, and then fell asleep in my bed? Look, look…”

He zooms in on your visage, pretty as you are, even when you’re snoozin’ away like this.

“She’s kinda drooling, though. Ew. Who wants her?”

It takes two seconds for Vinnie’s comment section to flood with a barrage of fans playfully claiming you for themselves, though his gaze tries to skim through the blur of words. 

“Nah, none of you can actually have her, chat. I’m sorry,” he’s quick to retract his false offer, and he leans down where his lips fall gently against the warmth of your forehead. Vinnie’s sweet, sweet kiss lingers to wish a good night’s rest upon you before he decides to withdraw, grinning wide for the absolutely frenzied live chat as he admits in earnest:

“I think I’d fall apart without her.” 

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GIVE YOUR BESTIE A KISSY 😩😩😩😩

Uma what would all your Harries do if their YNs did that tiktok trend where they pretend being on the phone with someone and go “I'm with a friend”? I feel like they would throw a tantrum lmao 😭

there you go my love! this is so disgustingly fluff... ugh.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | NERDRRY UNIVERSE | GANGRRY UNIVERSE | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

(yeah i know i need to put nerdrry on the photo)

NERD!HARRY & POPULAR!YN:

he'll just stay quiet, thinking if maybe he misread the signs but perfectly remembering when she asked him to be her boyfriend. so why does she called him a friend?

they weren't friends, well– they were, but they also were more than that. friends didn't do what they did. friends didn't love eachother the way he loves her, friends...

y/n stops recording, realizing that the tiktok wasn't worth it since it only was harry being quiet and the moment his face deforms into a sad expression. she feels bad, and instantly goes to hug him.

"baby, it was for a tiktok." she whispers, placing kisses on his cheeks and stroking his curls.

he lifts his head and looks into her eyes. he has a pout on his pink lips, but you can tell he's relieved. "i thought i was wrong about... us."

y/n's heart breaks, and she furtively shakes her head. "no, never. you're my boy, i'm your girl, and that's it. it was just a stupid joke."

harry flashes a small, tight-lipped smile, dimples showing. the girl pokes them and straddles him, grabbing his cheeks to look into his eyes.

"tell me you understand."

at the sudden rule harry blushes furtively and nods with parted lips, but still mutters a small "understood."

GANG!HARRY UNIVERSE:

the instant y/n calls him 'a friend' harry smiles cynically, running his tongue over his teeth and shaking his head, causing a few strands to escape from his bun.

she's sitting on the sofa and sees him coming from the kitchen, the camera perfectly capturing his angry but quizzical expression, and he stands in front of her with his hands on his hips.

she pretends to hang up the phone and looks at him expectantly. "you're okay?"

"oh so you're asking me if i'm fucking okay after hearing m'wife calling me her damn friend?"

aaaand there he goes.

"i can't believe you, we're married, you're my bloody world and my everything and you are calling me your... friend?!" he runs a hand over his head, undoing the bun.

he's exasperated, furious, and y/n can't help the laughter that escapes from her chest, which makes him even more (if possible) angry.

"what the fuck are you laughing at, huh?" he asks, crossing his arms and bending his leg, looking like an angry diva. "tell me the joke, c'mon."

"it was for tiktok!" she laughs, getting up from the couch to hug him around the waist, resting her head on his chest.

he remains silent and doesn't hug her even though he's dying to do it, because she smells so good and is so soft and he wants to see how the video turned out.

y/n lifts her head to look at him. "don't be mad, it was fun!"

"yeah, i actually had a fucking blast." harry rolls his eyes, but still presses his forehead against hers. "don't call me your friend again, we both know that the things i do to yeh aren't friendly."

she sighs, pulling away from him. "and you had to ruin the sweetness of the moment."

"please, i'm a fucking dream." he chases her through the house, taking her hand to turn her around and pull her against his body. "let's take a nap, i have a deal at ten."

"okay, bestie."

"ha–ha."

SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE:

harry's high-pitched laugh could be heard throughout los angeles. he squirms on the couch, and y/n can swear she saw tears come out of his eyes.

she pretends to hang up the phone, and says. "what's so funny?"

"your... your, friend!" he bursts out laughing again, reaching out to throw himself on top of y/n on the bed, and she groans at the weight. "ah, that was even better than my jokes."

"i don't understand." she continues the role, stealthily filming him.

"m'heart, yeah we're best friends, 'besties' if you wanna call it that way– but first we're husband and wife." he says, leaving kisses on her neck and y/n just knows, knows that if she'll ever post this tiktok everyone will go insane. "so please don't call me that again."

she smiles, looking at the wedding ring on her finger. "i can't even do a tiktok trend without you being the most cute human being."

he laughs, grabbing her phone and waving at the camera, whispering a "byeeee" to then release it and settle better on top her, putting his face inches from hers.

"give your bestie a kissy." he puts his lips in the shape of a duck, but y/n pushes his face to the side.

"didn't think that after we got married you'd become more lovey-dovey."

"and we still need something– someone else, for me to be even more cheesy."

🥺🥺 so so cute

Lil’ Mama

prompt: based off this request ***

warnings: mentions of child birth

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“Mama? Mama? Daddy?”

The whimpers are trailing through their large bedroom as Ezra pushes open the door gently to step in.

Harry groans quietly, knows it can’t be more than six in the morning as his youngest son crawls up onto the bed in between the two.

“Hey bub,” Harry rasps at a low volume, “Don’t wake mama, remember she’s sleepin’ f’her and the baby in her belly.”

Ezra frowns at his father, wriggling in frustration when his dad holds him on his side and prohibits him from going to his mom.

“Mama!” Their son squeaks in defiance, ignoring his father, and it has YN stirring from her deep sleep with a jolt.

“S’okay?” She mumbles at the sound of her son’s cries, eyes still not open because she’s as tired as death from have a baby two weeks away from the due date taking up all the room in her body.

“Go back to sleep,” He murmurs, leaning over to kiss her forehead before turning to his pissed off child and huffs, “As f’you, you’re going on the step because y’didn’t listen to y’daddy.”

Ezra looks at him in betrayal, green puppy eyes soften, and he lisps, “M’sorry daddy.”

“I know y’are, Ez. But you need t’listen ‘cause you woke y’mama like I asked you not to do,” Harry tells him as he scoops him up and pads out of the room.

It is just the start to a hectic day.

After the step, Harry manages to tucked Ezra back into bed as all the boys usually sleep until around eight-thirty and it was only six fifteen.

When he gets back in their room, YN is nowhere to be found but he hears the water running in the bathroom.

She’s in their shower, droplets of water slipping off her taut belly but what concerns her husband is that she’s sitting on the shower bench with head against the tile and hands cupping her stomach.

“Mama? Wha’s goin’ on, darlin’?” Harry asks, stripping down quickly and stepping in to squat down in front of his wife.

“Just a few contractions,” YN mumbles tiredly, wincing when it’s just a light, little butterfly of a cramp.

Harry’s stomach swoops, a cautious smiles gracing his face, “D’you…y’think the bubbie is on its way?”

YN sighs in pleasure when his hands massage at her thighs as she lets of a puff of air, “No, I’ve had these with all the boys - they’re not like real contractions.”

“I think y’should stay home tonight,” He tells him wife, ducking down to kiss over her thin, stretched skin where his baby is tucked away safely.

She frowns, hands coming to rest of his broad damp shoulders, “No, your mum is coming to watch them and I thought afterwards we were going to get a hotel room for the night.”

“I know that, baby. Y’think tha’ I would turn willingly turn down an opportunity to get y’alone for the night?” He chuckles but it dies off when she doesn’t laugh.

“We’re having our night out,” YN replies curtly, not leaving any room for argument.

But it’s Harry so, of course, he argues.

“Don’t be stubborn w’me,” Harry grits out, hands pausing on her skin, “I can ask m’mum to take the boys up to her house for the night so we can have a night in here.”

“Do you not listen?” YN bites back, eyes narrowing, “I said that I don’t want to move it and I still want to have a night out.”

Harry bristles with irritation, “And I said, it’s not a good idea because y’close to popping and y’have pain. A baseball game isn’t the best place f’you.”

With the lack of sleep from being pregnant, then her son waking her up, and adding the mini contractions - she really isn’t in the mood and is quite cranky.

“Just being I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t make my own decision!” YN snaps angrily, pushing Harry’s hands off of her.

He stands up with a furrowed brow, tattoos shining as they get splashed with water, chest puffing out as he replies loudly.

“I get to make that choice too because it’s my baby in your belly!” Harry booms back, shaking his hair out like a wet dog.

“Get out,” His wife demands, pointing towards the glass door, trying to disguise a wince from a sharp stab of pain.

“Fine by me.”

With that, he’s wrapping a towel around his waist and storming out of the bathroom.

-

YN ends up getting her way, sitting in her normal seat by the third base line with a water and soft pretzel.

Harry made it clear that he wasn’t happy that she was there but didn’t want to make their fight any worse before he played.

One of the games during inning break was guess the sex where multiple teammates guessed what they were having.

It ends on Harry, the crowd goes wild as the interview asks, “Do you guys know what you’re having?”

Harry smiles to the camera, jaw clenching tightly as he chews his gum, “No, we decided to keep it a surprise.”

“Well you have three boys already, hoping for a girl or another boy?”

“We’ll be happy as long as they’re healthy,” Harry responds before the segment ends and the crowd coos.

YN, however, zoned out and couldn’t quite enjoy it because of how the contractions have picked up in severity.

It only took a few of them to realize that the baby was coming and coming soon.

But she’s stubborn, convinces herself that it isn’t happening quite yet, and just keeps her palm tightly against her taut belly.

By the fifth inning, YN can’t even focus on anything but breathing deep and Harry must notice because after the switch - he’s jogging over to her.

“Mama. Are you-“

“The baby’s coming, Harry,” YN gasps out, a light sheen of sweat decorating her forehead, “S’coming really fucking soon.”

Most baseball players would be torn.

He’s in the middle of a fantastic game where all eyes are proudly on him from the fans to his coaches.

Not Harry, he pecks his wife’s nose, and says, “Alright, let me tell coach.”

“But- you’re in a middle of a game -“

Harry shakes his head, “No, m’baby is about to be born. I’m not missing it for a fuckin’ baseball game.”

Then…this is a spectacle that makes the news outlets job easy for weeks.

A fight.

A nasty fight between the coach and their star player.

“Styles, you’re not leaving!” Coach Hammon demands as they stand in the dugout - nose to nose with inflated chests to show dominance.

Harry is much more intimidating.

“I’m not askin’, I’m tellin’ you m’leavin’,” He booms back, pulling off his guards and cup - throwing them to the bench.

“You have a game to finish!”

“Get the fuck outta my face,” Harry roars angrily, teammates holding him back as his coach nearly is spitting with fury.

“You’re going to get a major fucking fine for this, I’ll make sure of it!” Hammon threatens with a finger in his face.

“Make it a million! I’ll give y’to happily, fuckin’ prick,” He laughs, shaking off his teammates to run in the locker room to change back into his normal clothes and grab his phone.

Security had guided YN to the private entrance in the back of the stadium where Harry had his car parked and help her into the SUV.

“Oh mama,” Harry pouts, reaching over to get the belt over her belly before clicking it in place, “Y’so stubborn sometimes.”

YN begins to sniffle between the debilitating cramps , “I-I don’t have my hospital ba-bag and the kids aren’t set up for us to be gone. Harry, Ezra is going to be so anxious-“

Harry grips her hand in his empty one, “Breathe, sweetheart. M’mum can handle everything, y’know that. Just gotta focus on breathing.”

“Ooh-“ YN whines, spreading her legs to try to stay comfortable as her body wants to push the baby out before she’s ready, “Ohh, fuck. The—the baby is so being impatient.”

He laughs, heart pounding and his throat tight, “Fifteen minutes and we’re there.”

It was the hospital closer to their house, outside the city, and luckily, traffic wasn’t completely horrific like it normally was.

About ten minutes into the drive, YN is sweating so fiercely that she tugs off her hoodie so she’s just in her leggings and sports bra.

“H, hurry please,” She groans miserably, hips wriggling against the seat as she inhales and exhales sharply through her nose.

Harry’s trying to keep his eye on the road but can’t help but look at his wife too, his hand resting on her stomach.

“Y’got this, mama. C’mon, gonna give us a healthy little baby right? Perfect, doin’ perfect,” He praises, he’d already called the hospital to warn them of their arrival.

Then she gasps, looking down between her legs, and the heather grey of her leggings darkening, “My-my water j-just broke.”

“Five minutes, darling. Doin’ fuckin’ well, y’can squeeze my hand, c’mon now. S’just our little bubbie trying to come see us, gonna meet our baby today, huh?”

“What if it’s a girl?” YN can help but grin in between pants and heaves.

Harry was truthful when he said he didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl as long as they were healthy - he would be happy if he had a fourth boy.

But YN knew that he would be blown away if they had a little girl (like he truly wanted). He had however already convinced himself they were having another boy.

“S’a boy,” Harry replies with a roll of his eyes.

-

It doesn’t take long until she’s in a hospital gown, on the bed, and her hands behind her knees - holding her legs up as she pushes.

“Fuck, oh my god,” YN hisses, she was close to the baby being born that there wasn’t any time to administer her an epidural.

“Y’got it,” Harry encourages, one hand on her pulsing stomach and the other on her shoulder, “Mama, look at you - doing so so fucking well. C’mon give us another baby boy, right?”

YN can only nod tearfully, her hair was matted to her neck and forehead, droplets of sweat drizzling down her temple as she groaned and cursed.

“I can’t-, it’s too much,” YN cries at one point which makes Harry lean down to thumb away the exercition.

“Gave us three healthy babies this way, know y’can,” Harry promises, peppering kisses all over her face as she scrunches her face.

“Okay, we see the head and the baby has a just a little sprinkling of hair! Unlike your other ones!” The doctor laughs as they maneuver to pull out the baby.

He had also delivered the other three, whom all came out with thick brunette curls that were unmistakably their father’s.

“Mom! Give me a few more pushes and then we’re golden!”

YN bears down, eyes pinched shut, lips quivering, and veins sticking out on her neck as she pushes with all of her might.

“Here we go!”

A shrill, piercing cry erupts in the room as YN’s head falls back in exhaustion and she lets out a loud sob of relief.

“Congratulations on your new baby girl!” The doctor announces holding up the wriggling newborn who was indeed female.

Despite the exhaustion, YN knew she had to look at Harry who had frozen like a statue - his eyes wide in surprise and puffy lips parted.

“S’a girl?” He asks dumbly, even as he watches the nurses begin to clean up the baby, “I….S’a baby girl?”

A nurse chuckles, “Yes, Mr. Styles. A healthy little baby girl.”

And Harry just…he just looses it.

He’s sobbing with a hand over his mouth as he stares at his newborn daughter, “Oh my fuckin’ god. S’a little girl. We have a daughter, mama.”

YN is just as excited but she nods contently, Harry’s hand is combing through her hair and he leans down to nuzzle her cheek, whispering praises, “Did so good. Best mama out there. Gave us four babies. Y’bloody amazing.”

Then the baby is being laid on her bare chest and Harry is just bewildered, he expected another carbon copy of himself like with his boys but…

“Fuck,” He chuckles tearfully, scrubbing his cheeks with his hand, “She looks exactly like you. She’s fuckin’ breathe-taking, s’beautiful. Mama, look at ‘er, she’s absolutely perfect.”

The newborn is squeaking and rooting in their mother’s breast, already knowing what it’s looking for an instinct.

“Tha’s m’girl, already knows where the best place on this earth is,” Harry laughs boyishly, carefully running his fingers over smooth skin as YN can’t do anything but roll her eyes at him.

And he’s just…enamored.

Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of her for even a moment.

She is magnetic and Harry can’t pull as way as he continuously traces her small, familiar features that are all encompassing of her mother.

-

“Mu-Mum,” Harry sniffles when his mother picks up the phone, it’s late - nearly two in the morning and his wife and daughter were settled and both asleep.

“Oh dear, is everything going okay?” Anne asks nervously.

“Yeah, everything’s ama-amazing,” Harry tells her, voice cracking on amazing as he tries to keep himself quiet, “W-we had a little girl, mum. S-she’s s-so pretty and delicate and just…she-she’s perfect and healthy.”

Harry and Anne talk for a bit until their daughter starts wriggling with discomfort and they hang up for the night.

YN was out like a light, sleep had settled deep in her bones, and her body was completely worn down so nothing was waking her right now.

He tugs off his shirt, picks up his daughter from the bassinet, and tucks her against his bare chest so she’s cuddled right against his pec.

“Y’know I love y’so much already?” Harry whispers to the eight pound bundle in his arms, “Already obsessed w’you, just like I am with y’mama.”

He moves to the hospital recliner and kicks his feet up, “We wanted y’so so much. I knew I wanted babies w’your mama after the third date. Never loved someone like I love y’mama and y’big brothers.”

Briar let’s put a huff, blinking blearily at her father, and letting out at big yawn that has Harry giggling softly, “Look at you. Y’my lil’ mama, huh?”

-

The next morning, Harry had snuck out to get her a Starbucks and when he came back his wife was feeding their daughter.

“How are y’feelin’, mama?” Harry murmurs quietly, placing her cup down before cradling her cheek and kissing her a long moment.

“Sore, tired, happy,” She replies, they both just stare down at the suckling baby who isn’t having any issues with eating.

“I’m so pro-“

They’re cut off by a knock before the door cracks open, Anne appears with three little boys in tow who have wide curious eyes.

There is a echo of ‘daddy!’ and ‘mama!’ as they scamper in, Easton who is nearly seven is calmer than his brothers - simply trails over to his dad to stand cautiously next to him.

Cash and Ezra scuttle towards their mother and Harry had to stand up quickly and scoop both of them up before they can crawl on the bed.

They grumble as Harry rounds them up until they’re all looking at him, “We have to be careful with mama and the baby, okay? I need y’to say, ‘yes daddy’.”

All the boys agree, timidly walking over to the bedside, where YN greets them all with forehead kisses before rearranging their daughter for the boys to see.

“Meet your little sister, her name is Briar,” YN tells them with a smile as the squeaky baby blinks at her crowd of big brothers.

“S’my baby!” Ezra squeaks excitedly, making everyone laugh and Harry picks him up to prop him on his hip.

“Yeah, she’s gonna be your lil’ baby, huh?” Harry coos, heart bursting with an unexplainable amount of love in his heart.

They let all the boys up on the small hospital bed, surrounding the little bundle with intrigued - Easton seems the least excited until Harry guides his hand to his sister’s.

When Briar wraps her fingers around his thumb tightly, Easton looks up in excitement, “She likes me, Daddy!”

Cash hesitantly rubs his palm on her other hand and squawks out a giggle when she does the same to his hand, “Look mama!”

“She loves you lots already,” YN assures them, hand combing through his unruly curls that were getting a bit long.

Ezra, however, nuzzled deeply into his mother’s side with a sad whine, a little jealous as he stares conflicted at his sister.

“No, bad baby,” The two and a half year old frown before kicking his feet out a bit in frustration at the situation.

“Ezra, absolutely no kicking or I’m taking you off the bed,” Harry replies firmly with a raised eyebrow, “We’re nice to the baby, have t’take care of her, right?”

It only takes few minutes for Ezra to settle and begins to pepper kisses all over Briar’s head and offering her one of his dolls.

Harry had went from worrying about never finding someone he could click with, worrying he would end up alone to having an amazing wife and four children who love him so much.

He starts tearing up again and it startles Cash, is demanding to be picked up by his father, “Daddy! Why are y’crying?”

Harry makes eye contact with YN as he picks up his son and murmurs, “Daddy is just happy…really really happy.”

—

Harry Styles Seen Grabbing Coffee After Being Fined $125,000 for Leaving Mid-Game

It is alleged that allstar baseball player, Harry Styles, left mid-game from Yankee Stadium due to his wife going into labor.

It seems to be confirmed that their fourth child was born as Harry was spotted by paparazzi snagging a coffee right next to a hospital.

He looked exhausted and refused to answer any questions from the paps as they trailed him before he allegedly cursed them out before disappearing back into the hospital.

The only question he responded to was about his large fine from the night before and he simply responded (quite cockily), “Happy to pay it, doesn’t put a dent in my bank account.”

late night ‘swim’ // vinnie hacker

warnings: light angst, smut, f!ngering, degrading, unprotected, seggs in a hot tub :|

vinnie x fem!reader (best friends) [18]

a/n: THIS IS LONG , 2 requests i merged tgt cos they were similar!! hope you all enjoy mwah <3

like & reblog !! please this took days :)

2 hours. just a 2 hour trip to this beach house the hype house had rented and your best friend, vinnie, invited you to come… and how could you say no?

you were excited to finally get out of basic LA scenery, but the 2 hour drive was hell. absolute hell.

for some reason, your group decided to take vinnie’s bmw there, and laugh out loud that was a bad idea.

there were about 3 cars driving there. you were in vinnie’s, who was driving. jake was in the front while you were squished in the back with jett. plus, the heat didn’t make anything better.

vinnie was trying to be optimistic about this whole trip and everything, but he officially lost it when his car broke down for the 4th time.

“i can’t fucking do this anymore!” vinnie ran a hand through his hair. the car was pulled over to the side of an empty highway, and he cussed as he kicked some rocks on the ground.

“jett, switch with me.“ “dude, are you okay?” jett confusingly got out of the car. “i’m fine, thanks,” vinnie huffed, taking his shirt off before he sat down in the seat next to you, panting.

“you good, vincent?” you asked with a chuckle, trying to lighten the tension, but vinnie just shot you a ‘not right now’ glare, and you rolled your eyes.

“it’s gonna get better, v, i promise,” you tried to reassure him as the car started up again, this time jett driving. “guys, how much longer till we’re there?” “about.. 35 minutes,” jett spoke as he switched the gears.

“so fucking tired,” vinnie groaned, scooching himself closer to you then leaned his head onto your shoulder. you quickly nudged it off, the feeling of his sweaty body making you cringe.

vinnie furrowed his brows at you, confused. “sweaty,” you gagged, and he rolled his eyes, putting his head back down on your shoulder.

“vinnie, stop. you’re sweaty as hell.” you pushed him away again, and vinnie was fed up.

“it’s not the end of the fucking world, y/n!” he shouted, catching you— everyone in the car off guard. you gave vinnie a ‘seriously’ look and scoffed, “jett, stop the car.” “why—“ “just stop it.”

jett pulled over to the side, allowing you to get out, and you swapped spots with jake, sitting in the front seat now.

vinnie started to calm down a bit and kissed his teeth before he spoke, “look, y/n, i’m so—“ “save it,” you cut him off as you plugged your phone into aux and turned the volume all the way up, drowning out any other noise in the background.

“fucking, finally!” you sighed of relief as jett put the car in park, and everyone practically jumped out of the car. you stretched your arms and thanked jake when he dropped your 2 bags next to you.

you sighed, standing in front of the tall beach house when you felt someone’s presence behind you. “we’re still sharing a room, by the way,” vinnie mumbled lowly in your ear before quickly passing by you and went straight into the beach house.

you rolled your eyes as you picked up your bags and walked in, noticing that everyone was already there, meaning you guys were the last ones to arrive.

“hey, mia!” you saw her standing in the kitchen. she smiled and waved when she saw you. “hey, babe! how was the ride?” “it was… interesting,” you forced a chuckle, and she laughed along with you. “which room am i staying in, again?”

“last door on the right…” you whispered to yourself as you made your way to the room.

sighing, you opened the door and quickly shut your eyes when you saw a clear view of vinnie, who had just pulled his swim shorts up. he cussed when he turned around and saw you.

“how long have you been standing there for?” vinnie nervously asked as he faced you. you just scrunched your face, putting your bags down and looked for a certain black bikini in your bag and found it.

“one bed, seriously?” you scoffed as you headed towards the bathroom to change. vinnie shrugged and rolled his eyes, leaving the room.

“ah! jack, put me down!” you squealed as jack had thrown you over his shoulder, in an attempt to get you into the ocean.

“jack, i swear on your mother, if you don’t put me—”“alright, alright,” he laughed, letting you go gently on the sand. you glared at him, but it didn’t take you too long to burst into laughter yourself.

you got up from the sand, brushing it off of your thighs and turned your body around slightly to get a view of your ass, brushing the sand off of it also.

when you turned back, you noticed vinnie staring daggers at you. his jaw was clenched as his arms held him up on the edge of the balcony railing. when your gazes met, vinnie immediately looked away.

“what’s up with him?” jack asked, referring to vinnie. “don’t know.” you shrugged. the two of you decided to go back inside, and perfect timing since the takeout finally arrived.

“pizza?” “what can i say?” thomas shrugged with a laugh. you chuckled as alex opened one of the pizza boxes, and everyone dug in.

“so, y/n, did you try out the hot tub yet?” kouvr asked you, and you shook your head as you looked out at the large hot tub on the balcony.

“hopefully tomorrow,” you said casually.

you, kouvr, and mia talked some more before you finally decided to get some food, and grabbed a plate and a slice.

“did you guys get any french fries?” you looked around the table but couldn’t find them. “gotcha,” alex spoke, pointing at vinnie, who was sitting on a stool around the bar area… the container of fries in his hands.

you sighed as you approached your boy best friend and realized that you guys sadly didn’t even hang out today, for some reason.

“gimme some.” you playfully reached your plate out to him, but vinnie completely ignored your presence and continued to watch the movie that was playing.

why the fuck is he ignoring me?

“v, are you okay?” you quietly asked as you put your plate down on the counter and gently placed a hand on his knee. “look, i’m sorry for what happened in the car earlier, but you can’t ignore me forever,” you said clearly, but he stayed quiet.

“dude, you invited me to this shit. talk to me, vinnie, for fucks sake we’re sharing a freaking bed tonight!” you slightly raised your voice, and it felt like a miracle occurred when he finally turned to look at you.

though all he did was shrug. “my bad,” vinnie mumbled, putting the container of fries down and moved your hand off of his knee. “vinnie—” you tried, but he got up and walked away.

it was usually easier for you to fall asleep, but tonight wasn’t it, and vinnie’s constant tossing and turning in bed really wasn’t helping. “shit,” you whispered to yourself as you checked the time to see it was 2:47 AM. you sighed as you laid on your back.

thankfully, vinnie stopped turning around, and he was finally comfortable laying down on his back, just like you.

“i can’t sleep,” vinnie suddenly let out a low breath, and you simply scoffed, not knowing what to say since you didn’t want to risk vinnie being mad and ignoring you again.

silence quickly fell over the room again. you felt yourself finally dozing off when vinnie had to speak again.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, turning his body to face yours, and you took a breath before slowly turning on your side to face him.

“it’s okay.” you gave him a gentle smile, and admired him and how his features looked so godly in the moonlight.

“you tired now?” he asked. “well, i was… but you woke me up.” you kissed your teeth, but noticed vinnie grin. he abruptly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, coming out with his swimsuit on and tossed you yours.

“put it on, we’re going swimming.”

“this isn’t swimming,” you laughed as vinnie helped you into the hot tub, beaming smiles on both of your faces. “shut up, it’s the same thing,” he lightly chuckled as you bit your lip, and you dipped your body into the water.

“feels nice, right?” vinnie raised his brows. you sighed and mumbled a ‘mm-hm’ as you moved around in the water a little bit.

“turn the jets on,” you whispered, nodding your head forward. “can’t, y/n. the noise will wake everyone up,” vinnie whispered back, and you could see him quickly swipe his tongue over his bottom lip.

“c’mon, they won’t even hear it,” you insisted, a pleading look on your face. vinnie rolled his eyes as he reached out of the hot tub and pressed a button, the jets immediately starting up.

“c’mere,” vinnie suddenly mumbled and gestured for you to come closer to him. you giggled, making your way towards him, and out of nowhere, he pulled you onto his lap.

“is this okay?” he said lowly in your ear as you relaxed and rested your back on his chest. you nodded as vinnie carefully placed his hands on your waist.

“i like night swims,” you teased as you leaned your head back on his chest. vinnie chuckled and began to draw circles on your upper thigh gently.

you got yourself comfier on his lap and sighed from the feeling of the jets and warm water. everything was so soothing, but the tension between you and vinnie seemed more different than usual.

after a few minutes, you could feel vinnie’s breath on your neck and his grip on your waist tighten. you tugged at your bottom lip, trying to relax again— but the feeling of your bodies pressed together and the way his hands were placed on your waist, you couldn’t help but slightly move on top of him and a low groan fell from his lips.

you didn’t acknowledge it, but vinnie’s grip on your waist loosened… instead, his fingers started to lightly play with the strings of your bikini bottom. you bit your lip again, trying to hold back any sounds that could accidentally slip out.

vinnie’s fingers lightly treaded over your skin and would ‘accidentally’ make contact with your area. you squirmed on top of his lap, causing him to let go of the strings and hold you on him again.

suddenly, you felt something pressing up against under you, and it didn’t take you long to figure out what it was. his bulge was pressing hard against you, and you couldn’t help but whimper when he started to lightly tug on your bikini bottoms again.

“can i?” he suddenly mumbled in your ear, and you nodded your head slowly as his fingers crept their way to the inner side of your bottoms.

“s-shit,” you whimpered as his index finger swiftly ran up your slit, and you couldn’t help but rock your hips gently on him again.

vinnie lowly chuckled, “i can’t tell if you’re actually wet or if it’s just the water.” “mm, v.” you threw your head back on his shoulder, softly laughing with him. his finger continued to play with your wetness… when your eyes made contact, he stopped.

you suddenly gasped and shut your eyes when you felt vinnie’s finger push into you, and you moaned when he started to move it back and forth.

“shh, stay quiet for me, love,” he huskily whispered into your ear and lightly bit your lobe as his finger moved steadily in you. “f-fuck, vin.”

the pace increased, and you couldn’t help but let out low whimpers as his finger now moved swiftly in your pussy.

your hand gripped his thigh for support as he added another finger in you. “please, v-vinnie,” you moaned his name quietly as he started to suck feverishly on your neck.

you immediately grabbed onto the back of his neck with your other hand for support as you felt your body become unsteady on his lap. the feeling of his bulge pressing against you was very much still there.

“sh-it, i’m s-so close, v.” you stifled out a moan as vinnie’s fingers moved at just the right speed, giving the perfect amount of pressure, and your eyes rolled back as you felt your high overcome you.

“finish on my fingers, baby, c’mon. just like the good little slut you are,” he grunted, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly and gasp when you felt yourself release. “f-uck, yes!”

you panted and tried to regain some composure as you came down from your high. vinnie pulled his fingers out and admired your wetness on his digits when it finally hit you what just fucking happened.

slowly turning around to face vinnie, both of you were speechless. your eyes were locked, before his eyes quickly flashed down to your lips. you didn’t waste a second before closing the space in between and smashed your lips together.

vinnie’s hand went straight to your neck, and guided you to straddle his lap. your fronts pressed together, and you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck as his other hand cupped your ass and stroked it eagerly.

your fingers tugged at his damp curls lightly as your hips rocked against each other. the feeling was intense yet euphoric, at the same time.

vinnie’s groans had set you off the hook, and you desperately wanted to hear them again, causing you to palm him. you got what you wanted. he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes were shut and one more groan left his lips before he spoke.

“ride me.” “i-in the hot tub?” “I’ll help you.”

you pressed your lips together and nodded your head. vinnie grinned as you lifted your hips slightly, allowing him to move his shorts to his knees and you watched intently as his cock sprung up, his tip leaking with precum. how tf is that supposed to fit?

vinnie then untied your bottoms strings, making them fall off completely. you scoffed as vinnie tossed them at the patio door and raised your brows as he swiftly licked his lips and shrugged.

your thighs were placed on either side of his while vinnie’s hands were now placed on your waist. your eyes were locked as you hovered over him, both of your privates exposed. his grip on your waist tightened, and you held in a breath before sinking down onto his hard.

“shit.” “oh fuck.” your mouths both formed into ‘o’s as you slowly sank down on him completely. you squirmed, adjusting yourself to his size, causing vinnie to let out a throaty moan then bite his tongue.

whimpers left your lips as you settled onto vinnie’s cock. getting used to the feel of his dick stretching you out, moving up and down a couple times before finally feeling comfortable. all pain had turned into pleasure.

vinnie started off by slowly rolling your hips on his, causing you to bury your face into his shoulder, soft moans leaving your lips.

“r-right there, oh-oh fuck,” you moaned into the crook of his neck as he started to thrust upwards in you.

“do i fuck you good, love? is this how you like it?” he grunted in your ear as you bite down onto his shoulder, trying not to let out a glass shattering moan that would surely wake up every beach house, on the coast.

“you have no fucking clue how long i’ve been waiting to fuck this pretty pussy, baby. so-so fucking tight,” he grunted again, making it even harder for you to stay quiet. “o-oh.”

“let me see you, love,” vinnie murmured as he stroked your ass, and you slowly lifted your head off of his shoulder, but your eyes were shut tight.

vinnie suddenly squeezed your ass, wanting you to look at him. your gazes met, and you opened your mouth to say something but nothing audible would come out.

“let me hear you,” he whispered, and you nodded your head as he thrusted hardly up into you. your eyes rolled back and a pornographic moan left your lips, causing his cock to throb in you.

“more,” he grunted sternly, thrusting upwards again, and you immediately grabbed onto his shoulders for support. “mmf, vin— r-right there.”

you started to lightly bounce, but vinnie was still in full control. his large hands still gripped your hips steadily and rocked you back ‘n forth. profanities and low moans leaving his plump lips, every few seconds.

he was so caught up in the pleasure he was feeling, vinnie didn’t even realize that his control was slipping from his grasp, and that gave you the opportunity to bounce yourself at your own pace.

“fucking slut thinks she’s the boss now, hm?” vinnie grunted, frustrated that he couldn’t take back his control and gritted his teeth as you continued to bounce on him. you felt weak for a second, slowing down a bit but got back into it right away.

“pathetic, little bitch,” he scoffed. all you could do was whimper as your hands grabbed his shoulders harder, your bouncing actions never faltering.

“riding me like—“ “just shut up and let me make you feel good,” you whined, cutting him off and quickly pecked his lips a few times. still going up and down on his dick.

vinnie moved all your hair onto one shoulder before gently placing his hands on your hips again, willingly putting you in charge now.

the sound of the bubbling water and jets muffled the echoes of your clapping skin and made your moans seem barely audible, as the pace of your bouncing on him started to pick up even more.

“you’re such a whore for me, you know?” vinnie grunted with a grin on his face. “and what about it?” you whimpered. “i fucking love it,” vinnie replied with a smirk, squeezing your hips, and you bit your lip.

vinnie instantly moaned when you clenched around him, his moans making you want to return the favour of pleasure even more. you switched your rhythm to grind on him now, rocking your hips against his swiftly, and his grip on your waist tightened as he felt his high getting nearer.

“holy fuck, y/n,” he groaned as you titled your head, sucking on his neck and grunts wouldn’t stop leaving his lips.

“cum in me, vin,” you whimpered in his ear and started to roll your hips with more force. his grip on your waist tightened even more, and you purposely moaned in his ear as his cock hit foreign places, deep inside of you.

“baby, i’m so fucking close,” vinnie grunted loudly as his hips began to stutter. “just like that, y-yeah— fucking hell— y/n!” he moaned loudly as his cock started to twitch, and he released up inside of you, painting your walls white.

the bouncing came to a stop, and the both of you were left in the bubbling hot tub, panting and rushing with adrenaline. your hands had to hold onto his sturdy shoulders to keep you up.

a few seconds later, you started to laugh and a smirk crept up on your face, vinnie mirrored it before pulling your face back to his and pressed your lips together.

you went back to the state of tugging his curls as you made out, tongues dancing together, and moans sending vibrations throughout your entire bodies— when all of a sudden, the upstairs lights turned on. you could hear multiple voices, and immediately pulled away from vinnie’s plump lips.

vinnie cussed, and you were still straddling his lap as you turned to see the awake beach house. just your luck, the hot tub timer finished and the jets slowly came to a stop. “no way this is happening.”

“we’re screwed.” vinnie ran a hand through his hair, and you looked down to see a clearer view of your bodies still attached in the water.

“vinnie!” you whisper-yelled sternly, nudging his chest and told him to look down. “y/n, what— shit,” he whistled as he looked down at your connected bodies. his eyes quickly flashed to the door where he threw your bikini bottom. you laughed and shook your head when he looked back at you with a guilty apologetic look.

vinnie was trying to think of a solution to cover— but the only thing he could come up with was to grab your ass with his full hands and relied on you to cover him, as his dick stayed limp inside of you.

at that moment, you both looked up and watched as people started to make their way onto the upstairs balcony. a few cussed when they saw the position you two were in but some just laughed their asses off.

“oh shit!” “is that y/n and vinnie?” “fucking nasty!” “they’re so cute!” “in the hot tub, rlly?” “me next!”

“what the fuck did you do guys do!?” thomas yelled, from the upstairs balcony, and everyone laughed.

you stuttered, not knowing what to tell them. yeah, so basically… casual night swim turned into my best friend fingering me and then i rode him in a mother fucking hot tub at 3am, the usual, you know!

thankfully, vinnie came to the rescue.

“just making my girl feel good,” he teasingly yelled with a chuckle, smirking as he turned your chin to face him and suddenly brought your lips to his.

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What’s Mine

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Harry is a gentleman(wolf) before anything else when it comes to YN - he’s unfairly and utterly besotted by her.

Though he lusts after her, daydream about knotting her full, and making her come until she has fat tears streaming down her face - he only wants that on her terms.

Three times are fully ingrained in Harry’s long-term memory - when he’d seen her bare chest and had to do everything in his power not to get her by the neck and sink his teeth in.

The first time is when they’re around eighteen, they’re at a lake with a decent amount of their friends, and in a high intensity game of chicken.

YN, of course, on Harry’s shoulders as they fight against Liam with Jenna on his - it’s all going fine until the opponent manages to shove YN (a bit too hard if we’re being honest) off and YN loses her balance.

As YN’s falling off, she realizes that her bikini top is not coming with her as it’s accidentally tangled between Jenna’s fingers.

When she resurfaces, she’s instantly panicking and Harry’s turned around to make sure she’s okay when his eyes drop to her chest for only a mere moment.

Without another thought, he tugs YN in him so her breasts are smushed against his chest - covering her modesty from a gaggle of people staring.

It’s an instant reaction from Harry to preserve her body from anyone but him - he won’t think about it until later when he’s alone, her pretty nipples, how her chest felt against him.

In the moment though, it wasn’t sexual, especially not when Harry lets out the most ear-shattering growl to alert his pack to back the fuck off, teeth bared and his shoulders postured in defensive.

All of his inferiors drop their gaze towards the water and back up to put space between the alpha and them before he goes for any of their necks.

His large hand snatches the scrap of nylon material from where it’s floating and quickly tugs it around her to cover her up once again.

“This is why you shouldn’t fuckin’ wear these,” He grumbled unhappily as he ties the flimsy strings around her neck, “Bloody indecent.”

YN has to push down a smile but it’s quickly interrupted by a sharp gasp when Harry lugs her over his shoulder and begins towards land, “S’time for a nap in the shade.”

She doesn’t bother fighting or squirming against him because she knows he’s upset - not at her but that possessive flares up and he has trouble controlling it.

They’d laid a blanket under a large oak, Harry deposits her on it before snagging his tee off the ground - doesn’t give YN an option when he shimmies over her head.

Harry’s radiating power and intimidation in his scent and stance as he sits down next to her, tucking up a towel to make a pillow for her to rest her head.

YN reaches out to tug Harry down, her hands weaving through his long locks to comb out the water-damp knots as he grumbles low in his chest in pleasure.

The possessiveness has been there since they were babies, it wasn’t something that YN was surprised by, and the pack knew Harry’s priorities when it came to his girl.

It doesn’t mean she doesn’t comment on it.

“Get so worked up, over anyone catching an eyeful,” YN murmurs quietly, the sun was still warm through the branches - drying her skin and making her the perfect temperature.

Harry’s eyes are stormy, notoriously the most grumpy alpha to exists, YN loves him deeply for it and is really the only person on earth who doesn’t fear him for it.

“Be quiet, mutt,” Harry rasps sharply but he nuzzles into to lay his scent all over the column of her neck and then murmurs, “Your body is sacred. It is not for anyone undeserving of seeing it. It’s in my blood to protect you.”

-

The next is when she’s tipsy, drank one too many long islands at a girls night out, and called Harry to come retrieve her from the bar.

The other girls waiting for rides, betas and omegas, step back in uncertainty when Harry parks at the curb and approaches with a stoic expression.

It was forgetting upon really anybody but YN that he was the Styles’ Pack’s Alpha. Royalty among them.

“H,” YN hums happily, she’d taken off her high heels, and had them looped around her wrist.

He isn’t pleased, that much is obvious as he lets out a low snarl at her but she doesn’t flinch, trots to the car and lets him help her in.

The others don’t miss how he ducks down, whispers something to her, and runs his thumb over her bottom lip before shutting the door.

He doesn’t give a second glance to the group before revving his engine and peeling away from the curb of the club.

When they get back to Harry’s home, he refuses to let her into bed without a shower - she reeked off others and cigarette smoke, her warm cinnamon scent nearly undetectable.

Harry waits patiently for her and as soon as she craw into bed in one of his shirts, he’s all over her - leaving his scent on every nook of her as she grumbles noncommittally about it.

“Hush up,” Harry gruffs against her skin, teeth occasionally nipping at tender areas of her neck and collarbones,“Maybe if you didn’t go out and lose my scent than we wouldn’t have to do this. Been good for your alpha.”

It has to be overstepping some line, but he’s referred to himself as her alpha since they were young, and YN couldn’t deny the shockwaves it sent down her spine.

“You’re being mean,” YN whines as she tilts her head up for him to have more space, his large hands at her hips, and she knows what the whine does to him.

“Enough,” Harry grunts abruptly, pulling back when he’s satisfied with his handiwork, “It’s time for you to get some sleep, mutt.”

“Do you love me?” She asks sleepily, flipping her hair to pull it into a sloppy bun so it doesn’t stick to her neck when she falls asleep.

“Don’t ask me stupid fucking questions,” He replies unamused as he knocks her hand away and pulls her hair up into a neater bun for her.

“Mm,” YN smiles at how edgy he is, somethings never change, and she’s shrugging out of Harry’s shirt without a second though.

Harry’s eyes widen substantially in confusion when her breasts are bared and a frustrated snarl vibrates low in his chest before she can even blink - she ignores it though.

Flips on her side away from him and demands, “Scratch my back, please. S’gonna help me fall asleep, pup.”

He has to take a few very deep breathes to calm his inner wolf, shouting at him to mate her, claim her, anything.

Harry lays days begrudgingly, his hand finding her back to begin scratching her back because she’s a needy puppy.

He wishes he could control the vibrato purr he emits to soothe her even more so, a sound explicitly saved for a mate but here they were.

After about five minutes, her breathing starts to even out, and he moves to grab her shirt but she lets out a affronted whimper, in a drowsy tone, “Keep scratching! M’not asleep yet. Don’t cheap out now.”

He growls meaninglessnessly at her because it doesn’t send one spike of fear through her for making demands at the most powerful alpha in their land.

“You shouldn’t make demands of an alpha,” Harry rasps menacingly as his nails begin to lightly scrape at the skin of her back, “You’re going to end up hurt.”

“You’d never hurt me,” YN replies sleepily but with a conviction that holds no room for argument, “I’ve seen you paint your hands with the blood of enemies and right after respond affectionately when I demand a cuddle.”

“Liar,” Harry can’t help but detest, even though they both know she isn’t lying, he still punishes her with a sharp nip to the back of her neck.

And when YN finally falls asleep, Harry thinks she holds out longer than usual just to keep getting her back scratched - Harry manages to tug the shirt back over her head, avoiding the temptation to look at where he most desired.

-

The third time, well it’s only a few weeks before they get together finally - whilst YN is still with that asshat of a boyfriend.

Harry had forgotten his wallet on her dresser the day prior, he had been busy with meetings all day, and he figured he’d swing by to grab it.

He lets himself into the apartment where he hears, no even moments later, the sweetest mewl of pleasure and he knows exactly who made that sound.

Harry doesn’t detect that anyone else is in the apartment but he also is in a bit of a haze because her honeyed arousal is drenching in and make him a bit stupid.

He doesn’t even know why he doesn’t make himself known or just fucking leave - the possessive quell in his throat has to make sure there isn’t someone in bed with her.

The door opens softly to YN, splayed out on her bed with a hand between her pretty, thick thighs, the other tweaking one of her perfectly beaded nipples, and the most astounding thing was that her nose was buried in one of Harry’s shirts.

To clarify, a shirt he’d worn the day before that he’s accidentally left in his hurry to get to work and had surely been soaked in his scent that she was currently using.

YN looks up at him with surprised eyes but not necessarily alarmed or scared - not enough for her to pull her hand away but instead huff out, “M’close.”

Like she couldn’t stop. He’d have to wait.

“Mutt, I-“ Harry growls, he shakes his head and shuts the door, stalking back to wait in the living room because he was using his last ounce of restraint not to claim her right then and there.

He has to press on his crotch to will his hardening cock to cut it the fuck out, knot threatening to begin to bulge at the mere scent of his mate - his friend.

YN appears mere minutes after, eyes still doe-like and wet, lips pumped up and swollen - that same fucking tee shirt that she had her nose buried in now draped on her body.

Harry should bite his tongue but he doesn’t.

“Peter really that shit in bed, pup? Just even a shirt with my scent on it is enough to have your cunt soaked and needy? Am I that good, pet?” Harry smirks with his teeth bared, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip as she instantly clenches her jaw at his comment.

“Fuck off,” YN grumbles mullishly, her cheeks warm with embarrassment, heart rate pumping a little faster but she still trots over to Harry and plops in his lap.

“No need to be embarrassed,” The wolf titters because he can read YN like an open book, “I want to be the only one who makes your pretty little nipples tight, have your clit throbbing for me. I fucking thrive on it.”

There isn’t any tension in the air, they know they’re meant for each other, she takes Harry’s large hand in her smaller one and toys with his fingers.

“I haven’t slept with Peter,” YN admits under her breath because she knows he’ll stick pick up on it with his advanced hearing.

“That’s my good girl,” Harry praises, a deep purr automatically starting as he begins to nuzzle his nose into her to lay down his scent.

It shouldn’t be like this but in moments like this, they both know it’s just a matter of time.

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Until The End of Time

prompt: how long can she wait on harry to make a move? or are they always going to be stuck in this limbo.

warning: abo (if it’s not your thing don’t read; if you don’t know what it is - research before reading); possessive behavior, mention of blood, smut, minor dni

Authors note: for the finale of this week, a new trope officially. wolfrry! i worked extremely hard on this fic and while i was writing it -i hated it!!!! but after proofreading, it may be one of my favorite pieces i have ever written. thank you for the past year of support and how much we’ve grown together on this blog. all my love always. isla x

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🌮 Happy Day 7 of One Year of Erodasfishtacos 🐠

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Anne and Carla knew there was something unique about their children - instantly when they met.

It was like there was an invisible string that had been knitted around the toddler’s waists and tied to one another.

They gravitated towards each other since the first time they had crossed paths at the park when they were just around three years old.

They sought out each other to play with, sitting for hours in the sandbox together, searching for flowers in the little meadow, or chasing each other around.

Then it was guaranteed tears when it was time to go home, whereas YN would quietly whine, Harry would puff up and emit a squeaky growl to try to intimidate his mother.

YN wasn’t a weak omega, not even from the start, rarely did Harry’s baby alpha voice or threatening rumbles shake her up.

Harry was always temperamental. He had a close group of friends which later developed in his pack but he didn’t care much for random interaction.

He cared about YN. It was an innate need to protect her and make sure she was safe and happy. He didn’t listen to anyone on the matter.

Girls throughout their school careers crushed and lusted after the alpha. He was by far, the most wanted alpha on campus by betas and omegas a like.

Alpha’s hated Harry.

He never backed down to another alpha, he was a true leader - through and through - and everyone knew that he would replace his father one day.

The Styles protected a large expanse of the state, including all of the territories surrounding their homeland despite the wars that they have waged that included copious amounts of bloodshed and loss.

The Styles’ Pack has had dominance for hundreds and hundreds of years. Never once have they been able to be overthrown by another pack.

The Styles wolves were the strongest, biggest, and toughest purebreds - possibly in the world and rarely any group tried their luck.

It wasn’t a surprise that Harry was always looked at as the one omegas and betas should strive for.

Parents would ask their children over dinner, “Did you try to get to know that Styles’ boy? He’d be a wonderful alpha to bond with.”

All the answers were the same though, Harry would either blatantly ignore their existence or straight up turn them away with even looking at them.

It had all started back in the park one day.

-

YN was newly four and toddling around to look at everything at the playground - always inquisitive and curious, sometimes more than what was good for herself.

She didn’t gravitate towards the other children, quite frankly - there was a curly haired baby alpha that was bossing them all around anyways.

Her mother was deep in a romance novel on the park bench, knowing her daughter would keep out of trouble.

When YN spots a speckled, prickly caterpillar on a tree stump - her immediate reaction is to pick up the small creature, unaware of its venomous nature.

Out of nowhere, that same bossy alpha child with chocolate curls and intense green eyes smacks her hand away from the insect.

“That’s bad!” He scolds with a low, squeaky rumbling in his chest as he puffs it up as big as he can to show he means business, “Bad omega.”

YN turns back with a furrowed brow, teetering on tears as the boy attempts to grab her arm to pull her away from the caterpillar.

“C’mon,” He demands with as much firmness in his voice as he can muster at his age.

“No!” YN yells back, even at this young age, she wasn’t going to be controlled by some alpha that she doesn’t know.

Carla, YN’s mother, steps over to see what’s going on and sees her daughter’s wide, wet eyes .

She goes to pick YN up and is surprised when the boy growls at her before hissing, “Mine!”

Another dark haired woman is running up, scooping up the boy with embarrassed, pink-tinged cheeks as she apologizes profusely.

“I’m so sorry, he’s never done that before,” The woman tells Carla as she gives her son’s ear a pinch and he yelps like an injured pup.

YN tugs at her mother’s shirt until she’s hiked up onto her hip, glaring at the alpha with anger.

“Harry Edward Styles, apologize,” The woman chastises her son who’s still standing defensively and not breaking eye contact with YN.

Carla was going to give this woman an earful about teaching alpha’s to not be chaunventic pigs when she replays the name.

Harry Edward Styles.

The color drains from her face as she realizes that the boy is not just a normal child but the heir and next in line of the styles pack.

And that meant that woman with a firm grip on the boy was Anne Styles - The Anne Styles, the matriarch of the pack.

“I-it’s o-okay,” Carla stutters out, aware that she is conversing with near royalty right here at this little park a few streets down from her house, “H-have a g-good day.”

And that, she turns and quickly carries her daughter away from them, not wanting any trouble but Carla is nearly positive she heard Harry grumble after her daughter.

-

It’s mere days later when YN is dropped off in her first kindergarten class, sitting near other omegas that she got along with well.

That same alpha boy from the park is walked in by his mother. Unlike the other children who looked around with fright and had hesitation to step foot into the classroom - he didn’t have that.

Harry took confident strides instead, his shoulders as broad as he could make them appear and making sure his back was ramrod straight.

It was definitely a mixture of something that was innate to his gender but it was also obvious that arrogance and stance had most likely been instilled by his father.

He marches past the impatient beta boys waiting for his arrival, arriving right in front of YN, “You are the bad omega.”

And what ensues next has Anne and Carla called back to retrieve their children, YN lunges at the boy and tackles him to the ground.

And then their friendship developed from there.

-

Everyone knew they were destined to be bonded, there is a term called predetermined bond which is when an alpha and omega are solely meant for each other - it is physically impossible for them to try to soul bond with anyone else.

Predetermined soulmates were extremely rare but everyone in their packs and community had a hunch that they were.

Since kindergarten, the two had been attached at the hip - never went a day without talking or seeing each other.

People would have normally made fun of them but nobody dared to tease the Styles' Alpha and in turn, that protected YN from torment.

Anne and Carla knew earlier on, there had been a day where YN had shown up at school - ill with a stomach bug.

Harry had come home and demanded that his mother take him to YN’s house to see her.

Anne suggests just calling to check in but Harry had an absolute meltdown like he’d never had before - only calming once they were in the car on their way.

However, it was shocking to nearly everyone that high school had come and gone but they still weren’t dating yet.

By the time they were in their mid-twenties, they hadn’t dated, let along mated and soul bonded yet to everyone's surprise.

They were still absolutely fused at the hip, Harry acted as YN’s alpha and did everything for her a mate would do but they never had titles.

Harry had never allowed himself to kiss her even because he knew that once he tasted her, he would mate her - instinct and all.

The reason they had not made progress was fear, both were too afraid to make the further step - not wanting to risk their friendship.

Despite how obvious it was to literally everyone else on the earth how much they were meant to be - they were the two most oblivious people on the earth.

Harry knew that he wanted YN as his soulbond, he’d been in love with her for as long as he’s known but he couldn’t risk losing her if she didn’t feel the same way.

Instead, he pushed it down and dated other people, sometimes omegas but mostly betas - not one omega has he met that even came close in comparison to the gorgeous, honey-sweet omega he really wanted.

Relationships never worked out for either of them. It was toxic in a way, they didn’t want to admit they wanted each other but they didn’t want the other to have anyone else.

Neither of their partners ever appreciated how close they were, always breaking up with a suspicion that they had been cheated on.

YN had been dating Peter for a short while, she was feeling pressured into settling down, bonding, and began having children.

Peter was fine, he seemed to be loyal, a good provider, what omegas should look for in an alpha but YN didn’t feel that bond deep in her bones.

He didn’t hold the same power that Harry did and she hates to compare them but they’re just not the same in their secondary gender.

If an obnoxious alpha comes on YN in a bar with Peter, he nicely asks the man to back off or even leaves YN to deal with it.

If YN is with Harry and someone comes onto her, he’s off his stool, broadening his shoulders, and flashing his sharp canines while emitting a warning growl from the depth of his chest.

It’s over-the-top, makes the male run off with his tail between his legs, and then Harry will just turn around with a possessive grin on his face before he rubs his nose against her jaw to scent her.

“You’re ridiculous,” YN giggles, fingers weaving into his long locks and scratching at his scalp until he grumbles happily like a puppy.

Harry doesn’t think twice before protecting YN, he nearly unconsciously steps in front of her and does anything to make her life easier.

-

YN was dreading introducing Harry to Peter - it was never a good time when either of them tried to introduce a new significant other.

YN pushes the reason why to the back of her head but she knows in her heart - they are each other’s soulbond but they’re so protective of their friendship they’d never want to risk it.

YN refused to take the first step.

It was just a casual get together at a pub, with Harry’s pack but also YN’s friends as well, on a Friday night in the city.

As soon as Peter and YN arrive at the table, Harry’s eyes narrow in on where his arm is wrapped around her waist and he grits his teeth together to stop from making a remark.

“Harry, this is Peter,” YN clears her throat nervously as her boyfriend sticks out his bare hand to shake her best friend’s ringed, tattooed one.

“A pleasure,” The alpha responded curtly, he squeezed Peter’s hand so hard that the man pulled it back with a wince and a yelp, “Sorry mate, don’t know my own strength sometimes.”

The most obvious assertion of dominance, Harry need Peter to know that he’s in charge of this situation.

“Harry,” YN scolds sharply, getting even more frustrated when he just raised his eyebrow at her with a shit-eating grin like he’s all innocent.

“S’fine,” Peter mumbles embarrassed, having an alpha just claim dominance over him - one of the most humiliating public displays, Harry took pleasure in doing so.

It’s only been thirty minutes until YN can no longer take Harry’s backhanded remarks, blunt questions, and overall pompous demeanor towards the poor weaker alpha.

“Harry, now,” YN interrupts the conversation as he makes Peter uncomfortable for the upteenth time and leaves her barstool without another glance back at the men.

She manages to get to the fire escape entrance to the side alleyway of the brick building before Harry catches up with her.

It's a freezing, warm breath turning into a visible smog as YN wraps her bare arms around herself to keep in some of the warmth.

“Here,” Harry rasps automatically, shimmying off his wool coat to let YN shimmy into but she instead glares at him and refuses to uncross her arms.

“No.”

Harry snarls at her, “It wasn’t a question, mutt.”

He physically unwraps her arms and roughly gets the coat on her body because he wasn’t going to let her go cold even if she wanted to prove a point.

Harry can’t help himself, rarely can, because she has her boyfriend inside the bar but Harry’s nuzzling at her jaw and laying his scent on her.

“I’m gonna smack you,” YN warns with a grunt as she pushes Harry back, she really wanted to keep him there, let him nuzzle and claim her but she knew she couldn’t - it felt painful to push him back.

Harry’s eyes are still narrowed as he watching YN, he’s not happy about being denied physical touch - was always unhappy about it.

“Why’d you call me out here, pup?” Harry drawls, he kicks at the gravel underneath his leather boots as the cold wind blows his hair.

He doesn’t get cold, it’s the wolf in him, that this intense biting weather doesn’t even make him shiver at all.

“You need to stop,” YN huffs out, shoving her hands deep in the pockets of his jacket, trying not get overwhelmed by his scent - sandalwood and cinnamon, “Leave ‘em alone.”

Harry’s upper lip snarls again at the request, he hated being told what to do, especially when it came to his natural instinct.

“You’re not going to tell me how to protect you,” Harry growls defiantly, the timbre of his voice growing in volume as he gets upset.

“You’re going to ruin this for me,” YN points out, getting louder herself because he just doesn’t listen - so fucking stubborn.

“Good,” He hissed out, he was radiating power and confidence - it was pissing her off because he could act like this but never take the next step.

“You’re being an ass,” She seethes furiously, she pokes her finger at his hard chest, “Leave Peter alone. Do you hear me?”

“Mm, you look gorgeous tonight,” The alpha nearly purrs, a total distraction to try to get him out of trouble - she can tell he wants to reach out and tug her closer.

“I fucking can’t with you tonight,” YN groans in exasperation as she shrugs off his jacket and throws it back at him before storming back inside the bar.

When she arrives back at the table, everyone looks up at them, including Peter who has a confused smile on his face until YN states, “We’re leaving, let’s go.”

Peter complies without question, saying quiet farewells to the pack before hopping off his barstool and slipping on his jacket - handing YN hers.

Harry appears again, displeased with the sight in front of him as he watches Peter zip up YN’s jacket, when they’re about to leave the table - Harry grabs her wrist in a possessive squeeze and low growl only she could hear.

He can feel how quick her pulse is, how her body aches to nestle against his, and let herself be his but she only allows it for a moment before she’s pulling away.

Once they disappear from the busy bar, Harry slumps back down onto his stool, and swigs down the beer in front of him much too quickly.

“Alpha, you know what you need to do,” Niall speaks up, eyeing his leader warily, “She is waiting for you to take the next step. Why make this go on any longer?”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Harry demands, his voice loud and deep enough to quiet down the busy bar, “You’re my beta. Know your fucking place in this pack before I show you.”

Niall lowers his head submissively to show his apology, eyes glued to the wood table in front, and baring the back of his neck as a sign of vulnerability and trust to his leader.

It doesn’t ease the tension, Harry is storming out of the bar before Niall can even look up, just catching his back through the front door.

-

It’s been about three month of YN and Peter’s relationship and Harry is getting absolutely fed up with it.

Everyone notices he’s been more possessive than usual, wanting to be next to her at all times, scenting her when no one is looking, intimidating her boyfriend at every chance he gets.

It’s pack game night, where they all sit around, drink beer, and play games until they either pass out from the booze or exhaustion.

Harry’s been in a sour mood since they’ve started dating and everyone has felt it - he was uptight, angry like he gets anytime she’s in a relationship.

YN gets up after a round of Phase Ten to use the bathroom, Harry sits back in his chair at the head of the table - arms crossed, muscles flexed, and inked in dark tribal designs that run from his fingertips to his neck.

“How’s everything going with you two?” Chelsea asks Peter as she sips at alcoholic seltzer, just trying to make conversation.

“Excellent. I, well, I know it’s only been a few months but I’m really considering asking YN if she’ll bond with me,” He replies a bit sheepishly, eyes darting around the table to gauge reactions.

“Over my dead fucking body,” Harry roars, kicking back his chair, and slamming his fist on the table, “How fucking dare you even speak like that.”

Peter, who is normally quiet and non-confrontational, honestly tries to avoid Harry like the plague despite he’s everywhere YN is.

“I don’t need your permission. She doesn’t belong to your pack, you're not her alpha,” Peter responds tersely, pushing his chair back as well as he keeps direct eye contact with the leader - struggling not to submit to the leader.

That comment shot straight down onto Harry’s spine, sending fireworks of rage exploding behind his eyes at the audacity this guy had saying these things in his house.

Harry can feel his body starting to shift into wolf form, has to take multiple deep exhales through his nose to come back from the edge - knows he’ll kill him if he shifts.

He’s holding himself with his shoulders broad, chest puffing in and out, and his sharp canines flashing at his opponent.

“She is mine. You will not bond her. You will not ever let that thought cross through your thick fucking skull again,” Harry orders in his full blown alpha voice, it’s deep and loud enough to shake the glasses on the table.

All his packmates are on high alert now, standing as well, in case they need to protect Peter from Harry’s wrath - if he does something he’d regret later.

The pack didn’t need Peter’s blood on their hands.

Harry would gladly coat the walls in it.

Peter’s lips visibly quiver, hands shaking as he realizes he truly is not a match for the massive alpha in front of him - especially when it comes to a mate.

Peter realizes that it isn’t worth his life, YN was a nice girl but he couldn’t compete with the elite alpha who wouldn't back down - hasn’t in the past three months.

“You know, you win, Styles. It was never going to work anyways. I’m not an idiot, I can smell you on her constantly - you purposely make her reek before she sees me,” He accuses with his fist clenched at his sides.

“I don’t know why you haven’t mated her but you act as if she’s your mate without the mark, I can feel the bond. I see the lovebites you leave to claim her. You’ve ruined her for anyone other than yourself, you selfish prick.”

YN, who had witnessed the whole interaction from the doorframe, steps back into the room, her eyes filled with a mixture of disgust and anger as they flicker between both men.

“Get out, Peter,” YN breathes through the thickness in her throat, “If I’m too ruined for you than get the fuck out this house.”

Harry shamelessly preens with pride as his betas hussle the douchebag out of the dining room before he can say anything else to YN.

The alpha starts to stalk towards YN but she’s not done speaking, “As for you. Don’t you need to come near me right now, Styles.”

-

“You’re not a half-bad kisser, Styles,” YN giggles girlishly as they sit in the secluded forest behind Harry’s parents home and territory.

“You didn’t think I’d let anyone else be your first kiss, did you?” He replies with his own chuckle before brushing another soft kiss against her lips.

-

“Don’t you dare fucking growl at me either,” She scolds as Harry starts to let a low predatory vibration swirl through his chest, flashing his teeth at her in displeasure for her request but he respects it.

The rumbling gets lower but it doesn’t totally disappear.

“It’s really unfair, you know,” YN bites out but as she keeps speaking her voice begins to wobble and get shakier by the end, “It’s unfair that you’ve ruined me for anyone else but refuse to claim me as yours.”

Harry’s hackles go up defensively at this, his hand splintering the wood of the chair as he leans on it to prevent himself from moving, “Don’t act like I haven’t claimed you since we were babies. There’s a reason you’ve never had a boyfriend for more than a handful of months why alphas steer clear of you - because I’ve claimed you and I’m all over you.”

“If you claimed me, I would have had your knot and a scar on my neck to prove so!” YN shouts back, chest heaving with emotion as she tries to control the boiling over tears.

And Harry is finally silent, taken aback by her blunt words, and how livid she is with him in this moment - he wants to grab her, sink his teeth into the meat of her neck and bond them for life.

How could she not know?

“Mutt, c’mon,” Harry begins but is cut off by her waving her hand to dismiss his words and announcing, “Fuck this, I’m leaving. Don’t even think about following me.”

Harry resists the urge to break every single piece of furniture in his house because he can’t lose her, his mate, twin flame, soul bond because he’s scared of rejection.

-

He ends up at his mum’s estate, sat in the kitchen with a steaming cup of tea that she’d forced upon his before sliding a tray of biscuits on the table.

“What’s the late visit for?” Anne questions curiously as she sits across from her son - the tension in the line of his jaw visible.

“YN is my soulmate,” Harry blurts out, eyes focused on where he’s swirling the spoon in his cup, “I don’t know why I haven’t acted on it sooner. I love her with all of my being.”

Anne chuckles with a secret humor in her tone, reaching over to squeeze his hand, “Darling, it’s been obvious since you were young. It’s been fate since the beginning. You’ve been obsessed with her since you were a babe.”

-

“Mumma,” Harry grunts ambivalently, “M’not going into the park until YN gets here.”

“Honey, Carla said they’re running a few minutes behind. I’m sure YN wouldn’t mind if you started playing without her,” Anne assured him with a pat to shoulder to encourage him.

“No,” He pouts with the finality of an adult as he patiently waits for his friend to arrive, a wide smile blossoming when she runs up and they can finally get into playing.

-

“Then why haven’t I done it, Mum?” Harry huffs out, burying his face in his hands as he groans with the amount of frustration he feels towards himself.

“Despite you being the new alpha of the pack. A big bad fearless alpha who has witnessed much bloodshed to protect your people, you are afraid,” Anne tells him seriously, “You bottle everything up. Your biggest fear in this life is getting rejected by YN - even though she has been waiting for you for years.”

Harry is trying to process everything his mum is saying as she continues, “If she didn’t know you were the one, she would never have allow led you to scent or mark her skin. She would have been bonded to a capable alpha right now - she’s a viable, beautiful omega who didn’t need to wait around but she has.”

“Mum-“ Harry starts but doesn’t know what to say as he starts to push back his chair, he just arrived but he has to go.

“Go dear, it’s about time,” Anne encourages softly as she watches with pride as her son leans over to kiss her cheek before disappearing through the front door.

-

YN was getting sleepy, the campfire was still blazing and the back had barely simmered down but she didn’t have the energy of a wolf.

Peter was having no problem chatting up everyone who came, playing nice guy, and sipping much too quickly on hard cider.

Harry notices right away when YN has hit her limit, eyelids get heavy and her blinks get slower, she places her water down.

She’s waiting for Harry.

The alpha separates from his friends, he knows he’s ‘technically’ overstepping from an outside perspective because she’s Peter’s girlfriend but when it comes to it - she belongs to him.

“Getting tired, mutt?” Harry draws as he stands in front of her, already knowing she’ll deny it like she’s always done.

“M’not,” She argues weakly, rubbing her eye and smearing a bit of her mascara.

“Mmm, sure look knackered to me. C’mon, puppy. Let me get you up to bed,” Harry nearly coos, it’s quite sickening how this big bad alpha bows to his omega - his pack knows better than to comment on it.

“Gotta say goodnight to Pet-“

“Nonsense, don’t need to do that. Let me get you to a nice warm bed, hm? S’getting cold out here. I’ll let him know later,” He lies, knowing damn well he wouldn’t do such a thing.

Harry was actually planning to go back to the party after she fell asleep for the night but once she dressed in one of his shirts and wriggled into the satin of his sheet - he was torn.

When YN mumbled, half-asleep, “H, need a cuddle to go to sleep.”

“Want me to go get Peter?” He quips with a harsh tone, it made him completely obvious and made YN frown at him.

“Want you, please?”

He can’t fucking say no to her is the thing.

He’s never been able to.

So he’s locking his door, shucking off his clothes, and slipping into the bed with her - chuffing and purring to get her to sleep.

-

He’s at the front door of her apartment, of course he has a key but it doesn’t feel right to barge in right now so he knocks.

He’s a wolf, supernatural if you will, he can hear that she’s moving about in her small home - her heartbeat upticking at the hard sound.

YN takes her good ole’ time getting to the door, to switch the lock, and open it a bit begrudgingly before moving aside to let him in.

After it’s closed, she turns to him with a pursed expression - her swollen eyes and damp cheeks giveaway her sorrow.

It’s fucking heartbreaking.

“I’ve failed you,” Harry whispers, shame lacing through his tone as he cups her jaw between his hands, she doesn’t pull away but leans in, “I’ve been a poor excuse of an alpha to you.”

YN’s eyes have a bit of a glimmer, a mischievous twinkle as she shakes her head with a giggle, “You’re absurd, you idiot. Been an amazing alpha, always have taken care of me. Never had eyes for another omega.”

It was true, he hadn’t.

“I was- I am scared,” Harry admits, not feeling very alpha-liked as his shoulders slump and he rubs his thumbs over her cheekbones.

“Of what?” YN presses, hands coming to cup his wrists - twisting her head so she can kiss his palm a few times.

“Rejection,” He grumbles quietly, still avoiding eye contact, “Of you rejecting me.”

YN let out a peel of laughter, “Oh H, I know you’re not that dense, pup. You’ve always known, deep down that we were meant for each other.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” He growls wolfishly to her teasing like she’d done since they were children and he was oblivious to something.

“Well now that it’s out in the open, what are you going to do about it?” YN questions, biting down a grin because there’s nothing more she loved to do than push the alpha’s buttons.

“M’gonna take you to your bed, give you my knot, and make you my pretty little mate,” Harry purrs, eyes darkening and canines shimmering, feral and hungry, “Right, mutt? Gonna let me mark you up? Finally let the world know who you belong to? My pups will be in your belly, you’ll be tied to me for eternity.”

“Stop fucking talking and just do it. It’s about time you do your alpha duties,” YN whines, the sound make Harry hiss and he’s not fully in his logical mind when he picks her up and puts her over his shoulder until he can deposit her on the bed which groans from rusty springs.

“No more of this,” Harry tells her, the alpha timbre threatening to come out but it wasn’t time just, “No more time apart. You’ll come and live where the head omega should, be in my bed and have me pleasing you every night.”

“You’re all talk as of right now,” YN goads, squirming and kicking at him until he grabs her ankles to stop the movement.

“You’re getting real brave, puppy,” Harry sing-songs but it’s dangerous and low, “For someone who’s about to be crying out my name and begging for my knot.”

This was new territory for them but it didn’t feel awkward or too forward, it feels like YN has been waiting a lifetime to hear how much he truly wants her.

“Then touch me,” YN mewls on frustration, still attempting to kick at him but his grasp was too tight until he suddenly lets her legs fall back to the mattress.

“Then touch me,” He parrots in a mocking tone before he’s ducking down to bite her jaw before murmuring, in a complete alpha tone, “Now hush up and be m’good little omega and let me do what I need to do. Yeah? You’re gonna get everything you want, mutt.”

YN’s heart is pounding clear out of her chest as he pulls the nightshirt over her head and her bare breasts jiggle out without a bra - nipples already tight and peaked in anticipation.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re trying to kill me,” Harry gruffs before ducking down to wrap his lips around one of the peaks and suck while his opposite hand palms her other breast.

He waste no time in marking her chest over and over again with his mouth, showing the world who it belonged to.

Sure Harry had seen her tits on a few occasions but it was never for him to ogle and worship them, for him to clip with his front teeth until she squeals and tries to push her chest more into his mouth.

“Should have know how greedy you’d be,” Harry chastises, lapping at bud for a moment longer until switching to the other one.

“M’not,” She rebukes in a kittenish, noncommittal tone as her stomach twitches when his hand starts to move down south, across the expanse of her belly.

“Pup, I can smell you from here. Your slick’s getting on the sheets, you’re not subtle, darling,” Harry chuckles fondly before he’s nipping at her sensitive peaks once again.

When he gets to the hem of her underwear, he pauses to pull back from her chest, “Baby, I need you to tell me it’s oka-“

“S’okay, please, H. Please touch me, alpha,” YN moans, falling deeper into a comfortable, fuzzy headspace where she knows she’s safe.

The word alpha shots right down to his cock.

“Been waiting for so long,” Harry mumbles almost to himself as he shimmies the panties down her thick thighs and he fucking groans when she’s revealed, “Fucking hell, of course, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Look at her.”

YN spreads her thighs more, a blatant invitation that Harry can’t pass up - he can’t stop staring at how perfect and plump she is, absolutely glistening from her arousal.

“My queen,” Harry sighs in admiration, thumbs spreading her lips to get a look at her puffy clit, “Can’t believe you’re gonna give me this for the rest of our lives. Everything about you is gorgeous.”

Harry wants to dip down, bury his face between her thighs, and not come up for air but he knows that all needs to wait - he can’t wait any longer to bond them together and he’s shucking off his clothes, spending a moment kissing her before detaching.

He knows she’s never been knotted before and his is coming on fast - as he’s never done this with an omega either.

“Puppy, you gotta come for me. Give me one and then I’ll knot you, bond us, make you mine. Please darling, give it to me,” Harry babbles, barely audible with how low his tone has gotten, his scent is permeating the room - wrapping them in sandalwood and cinnamon.

It only takes a few directed thrusts for her to start quivering and squeezing her eyes shut, hands on his shoulders as she cries out his name.

“Such a good alpha,” YN moans as she rides out the final waves of her orgasm and that’s all it takes for Harry to push in and still, knot expanding and holding him in place.

It’s instinct, no doubt in his body as he noses her chin up until her neck is exposed, lips finding where her pulse is humming with her sweet honeyed blood and hormones.

He doesn’t even need to ask, YN’s hands move to his long locks, leading him closer to her skin, “Please, H. Never wanted anything more than being yours.”

His sharp canines puncture the skin, their dna combing and dancing, a physical pull in his heart and it feels like their world has completely shifted in that moment.

“You’re mine, pup. You have been since we were children and you’ll always be mine until the end of time,” Harry murmurs as he licks at the wound, tears in his eyes.

Until the end of time but that may not even be enough.

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HARRY'S MASTERLIST | NERD!HARRY UNIVERSE

"Lovie, please."

Y/N keeps practicing the eyeliner she saw in tiktok, she can also see Harry behind her in the mirror fidgeting nervously looking for a reaction, but she ignores him.

It's been two days and she's still a little angry, but she's starting to feel a little bad about ignoring the perfect boy she has as a boyfriend.

"Baby, I've said I'm sorry a million times. Zayn played the music loud, you know I don't even like that style."

She looks up at him, one eye lined and the other natural. You can tell Harry's desperation to feel her again, and it makes her sigh and turn around in her chair.

"You're right, it wasn't your fault." She finally says, smiling a little as she sees the relief reflected on his face. "I was so angry that I literally took it out on you without deserving it."

"It's okay, just..." He grabs her hands, forcing her to stand up. "Talk to me, yeah? I'm new at this and I dunno what to do in these situations despite having read quite a bit."

Y/N bites her bottom lip and slips her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. "I promise, wonder boy."

The blush on Styles' cheeks becomes prominent at the nickname and he kisses her to draw her attention away from him.

"Missed yeh." He whispers against her lips.

"Me too." She admits, resting her head on his chest and sighing contentedly at the body heat that she'd been craving for days.

They both lie down on the bed and Harry doesn't waste a second in lying against her breasts, smiling with his eyes closed.

"Missed them too."

LOVED IT

Until The End of Time

prompt: how long can she wait on harry to make a move? or are they always going to be stuck in this limbo.

warning: abo (if it’s not your thing don’t read; if you don’t know what it is - research before reading); possessive behavior, mention of blood, smut, minor dni

Authors note: for the finale of this week, a new trope officially. wolfrry! i worked extremely hard on this fic and while i was writing it -i hated it!!!! but after proofreading, it may be one of my favorite pieces i have ever written. thank you for the past year of support and how much we’ve grown together on this blog. all my love always. isla x

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Anne and Carla knew there was something unique about their children - instantly when they met.

It was like there was an invisible string that had been knitted around the toddler’s waists and tied to one another.

They gravitated towards each other since the first time they had crossed paths at the park when they were just around three years old.

They sought out each other to play with, sitting for hours in the sandbox together, searching for flowers in the little meadow, or chasing each other around.

Then it was guaranteed tears when it was time to go home, whereas YN would quietly whine, Harry would puff up and emit a squeaky growl to try to intimidate his mother.

YN wasn’t a weak omega, not even from the start, rarely did Harry’s baby alpha voice or threatening rumbles shake her up.

Harry was always temperamental. He had a close group of friends which later developed in his pack but he didn’t care much for random interaction.

He cared about YN. It was an innate need to protect her and make sure she was safe and happy. He didn’t listen to anyone on the matter.

Girls throughout their school careers crushed and lusted after the alpha. He was by far, the most wanted alpha on campus by betas and omegas a like.

Alpha’s hated Harry.

He never backed down to another alpha, he was a true leader - through and through - and everyone knew that he would replace his father one day.

The Styles protected a large expanse of the state, including all of the territories surrounding their homeland despite the wars that they have waged that included copious amounts of bloodshed and loss.

The Styles’ Pack has had dominance for hundreds and hundreds of years. Never once have they been able to be overthrown by another pack.

The Styles wolves were the strongest, biggest, and toughest purebreds - possibly in the world and rarely any group tried their luck.

It wasn’t a surprise that Harry was always looked at as the one omegas and betas should strive for.

Parents would ask their children over dinner, “Did you try to get to know that Styles’ boy? He’d be a wonderful alpha to bond with.”

All the answers were the same though, Harry would either blatantly ignore their existence or straight up turn them away with even looking at them.

It had all started back in the park one day.

-

YN was newly four and toddling around to look at everything at the playground - always inquisitive and curious, sometimes more than what was good for herself.

She didn’t gravitate towards the other children, quite frankly - there was a curly haired baby alpha that was bossing them all around anyways.

Her mother was deep in a romance novel on the park bench, knowing her daughter would keep out of trouble.

When YN spots a speckled, prickly caterpillar on a tree stump - her immediate reaction is to pick up the small creature, unaware of its venomous nature.

Out of nowhere, that same bossy alpha child with chocolate curls and intense green eyes smacks her hand away from the insect.

“That’s bad!” He scolds with a low, squeaky rumbling in his chest as he puffs it up as big as he can to show he means business, “Bad omega.”

YN turns back with a furrowed brow, teetering on tears as the boy attempts to grab her arm to pull her away from the caterpillar.

“C’mon,” He demands with as much firmness in his voice as he can muster at his age.

“No!” YN yells back, even at this young age, she wasn’t going to be controlled by some alpha that she doesn’t know.

Carla, YN’s mother, steps over to see what’s going on and sees her daughter’s wide, wet eyes .

She goes to pick YN up and is surprised when the boy growls at her before hissing, “Mine!”

Another dark haired woman is running up, scooping up the boy with embarrassed, pink-tinged cheeks as she apologizes profusely.

“I’m so sorry, he’s never done that before,” The woman tells Carla as she gives her son’s ear a pinch and he yelps like an injured pup.

YN tugs at her mother’s shirt until she’s hiked up onto her hip, glaring at the alpha with anger.

“Harry Edward Styles, apologize,” The woman chastises her son who’s still standing defensively and not breaking eye contact with YN.

Carla was going to give this woman an earful about teaching alpha’s to not be chaunventic pigs when she replays the name.

Harry Edward Styles.

The color drains from her face as she realizes that the boy is not just a normal child but the heir and next in line of the styles pack.

And that meant that woman with a firm grip on the boy was Anne Styles - The Anne Styles, the matriarch of the pack.

“I-it’s o-okay,” Carla stutters out, aware that she is conversing with near royalty right here at this little park a few streets down from her house, “H-have a g-good day.”

And that, she turns and quickly carries her daughter away from them, not wanting any trouble but Carla is nearly positive she heard Harry grumble after her daughter.

-

It’s mere days later when YN is dropped off in her first kindergarten class, sitting near other omegas that she got along with well.

That same alpha boy from the park is walked in by his mother. Unlike the other children who looked around with fright and had hesitation to step foot into the classroom - he didn’t have that.

Harry took confident strides instead, his shoulders as broad as he could make them appear and making sure his back was ramrod straight.

It was definitely a mixture of something that was innate to his gender but it was also obvious that arrogance and stance had most likely been instilled by his father.

He marches past the impatient beta boys waiting for his arrival, arriving right in front of YN, “You are the bad omega.”

And what ensues next has Anne and Carla called back to retrieve their children, YN lunges at the boy and tackles him to the ground.

And then their friendship developed from there.

-

Everyone knew they were destined to be bonded, there is a term called predetermined bond which is when an alpha and omega are solely meant for each other - it is physically impossible for them to try to soul bond with anyone else.

Predetermined soulmates were extremely rare but everyone in their packs and community had a hunch that they were.

Since kindergarten, the two had been attached at the hip - never went a day without talking or seeing each other.

People would have normally made fun of them but nobody dared to tease the Styles' Alpha and in turn, that protected YN from torment.

Anne and Carla knew earlier on, there had been a day where YN had shown up at school - ill with a stomach bug.

Harry had come home and demanded that his mother take him to YN’s house to see her.

Anne suggests just calling to check in but Harry had an absolute meltdown like he’d never had before - only calming once they were in the car on their way.

However, it was shocking to nearly everyone that high school had come and gone but they still weren’t dating yet.

By the time they were in their mid-twenties, they hadn’t dated, let along mated and soul bonded yet to everyone's surprise.

They were still absolutely fused at the hip, Harry acted as YN’s alpha and did everything for her a mate would do but they never had titles.

Harry had never allowed himself to kiss her even because he knew that once he tasted her, he would mate her - instinct and all.

The reason they had not made progress was fear, both were too afraid to make the further step - not wanting to risk their friendship.

Despite how obvious it was to literally everyone else on the earth how much they were meant to be - they were the two most oblivious people on the earth.

Harry knew that he wanted YN as his soulbond, he’d been in love with her for as long as he’s known but he couldn’t risk losing her if she didn’t feel the same way.

Instead, he pushed it down and dated other people, sometimes omegas but mostly betas - not one omega has he met that even came close in comparison to the gorgeous, honey-sweet omega he really wanted.

Relationships never worked out for either of them. It was toxic in a way, they didn’t want to admit they wanted each other but they didn’t want the other to have anyone else.

Neither of their partners ever appreciated how close they were, always breaking up with a suspicion that they had been cheated on.

YN had been dating Peter for a short while, she was feeling pressured into settling down, bonding, and began having children.

Peter was fine, he seemed to be loyal, a good provider, what omegas should look for in an alpha but YN didn’t feel that bond deep in her bones.

He didn’t hold the same power that Harry did and she hates to compare them but they’re just not the same in their secondary gender.

If an obnoxious alpha comes on YN in a bar with Peter, he nicely asks the man to back off or even leaves YN to deal with it.

If YN is with Harry and someone comes onto her, he’s off his stool, broadening his shoulders, and flashing his sharp canines while emitting a warning growl from the depth of his chest.

It’s over-the-top, makes the male run off with his tail between his legs, and then Harry will just turn around with a possessive grin on his face before he rubs his nose against her jaw to scent her.

“You’re ridiculous,” YN giggles, fingers weaving into his long locks and scratching at his scalp until he grumbles happily like a puppy.

Harry doesn’t think twice before protecting YN, he nearly unconsciously steps in front of her and does anything to make her life easier.

-

YN was dreading introducing Harry to Peter - it was never a good time when either of them tried to introduce a new significant other.

YN pushes the reason why to the back of her head but she knows in her heart - they are each other’s soulbond but they’re so protective of their friendship they’d never want to risk it.

YN refused to take the first step.

It was just a casual get together at a pub, with Harry’s pack but also YN’s friends as well, on a Friday night in the city.

As soon as Peter and YN arrive at the table, Harry’s eyes narrow in on where his arm is wrapped around her waist and he grits his teeth together to stop from making a remark.

“Harry, this is Peter,” YN clears her throat nervously as her boyfriend sticks out his bare hand to shake her best friend’s ringed, tattooed one.

“A pleasure,” The alpha responded curtly, he squeezed Peter’s hand so hard that the man pulled it back with a wince and a yelp, “Sorry mate, don’t know my own strength sometimes.”

The most obvious assertion of dominance, Harry need Peter to know that he’s in charge of this situation.

“Harry,” YN scolds sharply, getting even more frustrated when he just raised his eyebrow at her with a shit-eating grin like he’s all innocent.

“S’fine,” Peter mumbles embarrassed, having an alpha just claim dominance over him - one of the most humiliating public displays, Harry took pleasure in doing so.

It’s only been thirty minutes until YN can no longer take Harry’s backhanded remarks, blunt questions, and overall pompous demeanor towards the poor weaker alpha.

“Harry, now,” YN interrupts the conversation as he makes Peter uncomfortable for the upteenth time and leaves her barstool without another glance back at the men.

She manages to get to the fire escape entrance to the side alleyway of the brick building before Harry catches up with her.

It's a freezing, warm breath turning into a visible smog as YN wraps her bare arms around herself to keep in some of the warmth.

“Here,” Harry rasps automatically, shimmying off his wool coat to let YN shimmy into but she instead glares at him and refuses to uncross her arms.

“No.”

Harry snarls at her, “It wasn’t a question, mutt.”

He physically unwraps her arms and roughly gets the coat on her body because he wasn’t going to let her go cold even if she wanted to prove a point.

Harry can’t help himself, rarely can, because she has her boyfriend inside the bar but Harry’s nuzzling at her jaw and laying his scent on her.

“I’m gonna smack you,” YN warns with a grunt as she pushes Harry back, she really wanted to keep him there, let him nuzzle and claim her but she knew she couldn’t - it felt painful to push him back.

Harry’s eyes are still narrowed as he watching YN, he’s not happy about being denied physical touch - was always unhappy about it.

“Why’d you call me out here, pup?” Harry drawls, he kicks at the gravel underneath his leather boots as the cold wind blows his hair.

He doesn’t get cold, it’s the wolf in him, that this intense biting weather doesn’t even make him shiver at all.

“You need to stop,” YN huffs out, shoving her hands deep in the pockets of his jacket, trying not get overwhelmed by his scent - sandalwood and cinnamon, “Leave ‘em alone.”

Harry’s upper lip snarls again at the request, he hated being told what to do, especially when it came to his natural instinct.

“You’re not going to tell me how to protect you,” Harry growls defiantly, the timbre of his voice growing in volume as he gets upset.

“You’re going to ruin this for me,” YN points out, getting louder herself because he just doesn’t listen - so fucking stubborn.

“Good,” He hissed out, he was radiating power and confidence - it was pissing her off because he could act like this but never take the next step.

“You’re being an ass,” She seethes furiously, she pokes her finger at his hard chest, “Leave Peter alone. Do you hear me?”

“Mm, you look gorgeous tonight,” The alpha nearly purrs, a total distraction to try to get him out of trouble - she can tell he wants to reach out and tug her closer.

“I fucking can’t with you tonight,” YN groans in exasperation as she shrugs off his jacket and throws it back at him before storming back inside the bar.

When she arrives back at the table, everyone looks up at them, including Peter who has a confused smile on his face until YN states, “We’re leaving, let’s go.”

Peter complies without question, saying quiet farewells to the pack before hopping off his barstool and slipping on his jacket - handing YN hers.

Harry appears again, displeased with the sight in front of him as he watches Peter zip up YN’s jacket, when they’re about to leave the table - Harry grabs her wrist in a possessive squeeze and low growl only she could hear.

He can feel how quick her pulse is, how her body aches to nestle against his, and let herself be his but she only allows it for a moment before she’s pulling away.

Once they disappear from the busy bar, Harry slumps back down onto his stool, and swigs down the beer in front of him much too quickly.

“Alpha, you know what you need to do,” Niall speaks up, eyeing his leader warily, “She is waiting for you to take the next step. Why make this go on any longer?”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Harry demands, his voice loud and deep enough to quiet down the busy bar, “You’re my beta. Know your fucking place in this pack before I show you.”

Niall lowers his head submissively to show his apology, eyes glued to the wood table in front, and baring the back of his neck as a sign of vulnerability and trust to his leader.

It doesn’t ease the tension, Harry is storming out of the bar before Niall can even look up, just catching his back through the front door.

-

It’s been about three month of YN and Peter’s relationship and Harry is getting absolutely fed up with it.

Everyone notices he’s been more possessive than usual, wanting to be next to her at all times, scenting her when no one is looking, intimidating her boyfriend at every chance he gets.

It’s pack game night, where they all sit around, drink beer, and play games until they either pass out from the booze or exhaustion.

Harry’s been in a sour mood since they’ve started dating and everyone has felt it - he was uptight, angry like he gets anytime she’s in a relationship.

YN gets up after a round of Phase Ten to use the bathroom, Harry sits back in his chair at the head of the table - arms crossed, muscles flexed, and inked in dark tribal designs that run from his fingertips to his neck.

“How’s everything going with you two?” Chelsea asks Peter as she sips at alcoholic seltzer, just trying to make conversation.

“Excellent. I, well, I know it’s only been a few months but I’m really considering asking YN if she’ll bond with me,” He replies a bit sheepishly, eyes darting around the table to gauge reactions.

“Over my dead fucking body,” Harry roars, kicking back his chair, and slamming his fist on the table, “How fucking dare you even speak like that.”

Peter, who is normally quiet and non-confrontational, honestly tries to avoid Harry like the plague despite he’s everywhere YN is.

“I don’t need your permission. She doesn’t belong to your pack, you're not her alpha,” Peter responds tersely, pushing his chair back as well as he keeps direct eye contact with the leader - struggling not to submit to the leader.

That comment shot straight down onto Harry’s spine, sending fireworks of rage exploding behind his eyes at the audacity this guy had saying these things in his house.

Harry can feel his body starting to shift into wolf form, has to take multiple deep exhales through his nose to come back from the edge - knows he’ll kill him if he shifts.

He’s holding himself with his shoulders broad, chest puffing in and out, and his sharp canines flashing at his opponent.

“She is mine. You will not bond her. You will not ever let that thought cross through your thick fucking skull again,” Harry orders in his full blown alpha voice, it’s deep and loud enough to shake the glasses on the table.

All his packmates are on high alert now, standing as well, in case they need to protect Peter from Harry’s wrath - if he does something he’d regret later.

The pack didn’t need Peter’s blood on their hands.

Harry would gladly coat the walls in it.

Peter’s lips visibly quiver, hands shaking as he realizes he truly is not a match for the massive alpha in front of him - especially when it comes to a mate.

Peter realizes that it isn’t worth his life, YN was a nice girl but he couldn’t compete with the elite alpha who wouldn't back down - hasn’t in the past three months.

“You know, you win, Styles. It was never going to work anyways. I’m not an idiot, I can smell you on her constantly - you purposely make her reek before she sees me,” He accuses with his fist clenched at his sides.

“I don’t know why you haven’t mated her but you act as if she’s your mate without the mark, I can feel the bond. I see the lovebites you leave to claim her. You’ve ruined her for anyone other than yourself, you selfish prick.”

YN, who had witnessed the whole interaction from the doorframe, steps back into the room, her eyes filled with a mixture of disgust and anger as they flicker between both men.

“Get out, Peter,” YN breathes through the thickness in her throat, “If I’m too ruined for you than get the fuck out this house.”

Harry shamelessly preens with pride as his betas hussle the douchebag out of the dining room before he can say anything else to YN.

The alpha starts to stalk towards YN but she’s not done speaking, “As for you. Don’t you need to come near me right now, Styles.”

-

“You’re not a half-bad kisser, Styles,” YN giggles girlishly as they sit in the secluded forest behind Harry’s parents home and territory.

“You didn’t think I’d let anyone else be your first kiss, did you?” He replies with his own chuckle before brushing another soft kiss against her lips.

-

“Don’t you dare fucking growl at me either,” She scolds as Harry starts to let a low predatory vibration swirl through his chest, flashing his teeth at her in displeasure for her request but he respects it.

The rumbling gets lower but it doesn’t totally disappear.

“It’s really unfair, you know,” YN bites out but as she keeps speaking her voice begins to wobble and get shakier by the end, “It’s unfair that you’ve ruined me for anyone else but refuse to claim me as yours.”

Harry’s hackles go up defensively at this, his hand splintering the wood of the chair as he leans on it to prevent himself from moving, “Don’t act like I haven’t claimed you since we were babies. There’s a reason you’ve never had a boyfriend for more than a handful of months why alphas steer clear of you - because I’ve claimed you and I’m all over you.”

“If you claimed me, I would have had your knot and a scar on my neck to prove so!” YN shouts back, chest heaving with emotion as she tries to control the boiling over tears.

And Harry is finally silent, taken aback by her blunt words, and how livid she is with him in this moment - he wants to grab her, sink his teeth into the meat of her neck and bond them for life.

How could she not know?

“Mutt, c’mon,” Harry begins but is cut off by her waving her hand to dismiss his words and announcing, “Fuck this, I’m leaving. Don’t even think about following me.”

Harry resists the urge to break every single piece of furniture in his house because he can’t lose her, his mate, twin flame, soul bond because he’s scared of rejection.

-

He ends up at his mum’s estate, sat in the kitchen with a steaming cup of tea that she’d forced upon his before sliding a tray of biscuits on the table.

“What’s the late visit for?” Anne questions curiously as she sits across from her son - the tension in the line of his jaw visible.

“YN is my soulmate,” Harry blurts out, eyes focused on where he’s swirling the spoon in his cup, “I don’t know why I haven’t acted on it sooner. I love her with all of my being.”

Anne chuckles with a secret humor in her tone, reaching over to squeeze his hand, “Darling, it’s been obvious since you were young. It’s been fate since the beginning. You’ve been obsessed with her since you were a babe.”

-

“Mumma,” Harry grunts ambivalently, “M’not going into the park until YN gets here.”

“Honey, Carla said they’re running a few minutes behind. I’m sure YN wouldn’t mind if you started playing without her,” Anne assured him with a pat to shoulder to encourage him.

“No,” He pouts with the finality of an adult as he patiently waits for his friend to arrive, a wide smile blossoming when she runs up and they can finally get into playing.

-

“Then why haven’t I done it, Mum?” Harry huffs out, burying his face in his hands as he groans with the amount of frustration he feels towards himself.

“Despite you being the new alpha of the pack. A big bad fearless alpha who has witnessed much bloodshed to protect your people, you are afraid,” Anne tells him seriously, “You bottle everything up. Your biggest fear in this life is getting rejected by YN - even though she has been waiting for you for years.”

Harry is trying to process everything his mum is saying as she continues, “If she didn’t know you were the one, she would never have allow led you to scent or mark her skin. She would have been bonded to a capable alpha right now - she’s a viable, beautiful omega who didn’t need to wait around but she has.”

“Mum-“ Harry starts but doesn’t know what to say as he starts to push back his chair, he just arrived but he has to go.

“Go dear, it’s about time,” Anne encourages softly as she watches with pride as her son leans over to kiss her cheek before disappearing through the front door.

-

YN was getting sleepy, the campfire was still blazing and the back had barely simmered down but she didn’t have the energy of a wolf.

Peter was having no problem chatting up everyone who came, playing nice guy, and sipping much too quickly on hard cider.

Harry notices right away when YN has hit her limit, eyelids get heavy and her blinks get slower, she places her water down.

She’s waiting for Harry.

The alpha separates from his friends, he knows he’s ‘technically’ overstepping from an outside perspective because she’s Peter’s girlfriend but when it comes to it - she belongs to him.

“Getting tired, mutt?” Harry draws as he stands in front of her, already knowing she’ll deny it like she’s always done.

“M’not,” She argues weakly, rubbing her eye and smearing a bit of her mascara.

“Mmm, sure look knackered to me. C’mon, puppy. Let me get you up to bed,” Harry nearly coos, it’s quite sickening how this big bad alpha bows to his omega - his pack knows better than to comment on it.

“Gotta say goodnight to Pet-“

“Nonsense, don’t need to do that. Let me get you to a nice warm bed, hm? S’getting cold out here. I’ll let him know later,” He lies, knowing damn well he wouldn’t do such a thing.

Harry was actually planning to go back to the party after she fell asleep for the night but once she dressed in one of his shirts and wriggled into the satin of his sheet - he was torn.

When YN mumbled, half-asleep, “H, need a cuddle to go to sleep.”

“Want me to go get Peter?” He quips with a harsh tone, it made him completely obvious and made YN frown at him.

“Want you, please?”

He can’t fucking say no to her is the thing.

He’s never been able to.

So he’s locking his door, shucking off his clothes, and slipping into the bed with her - chuffing and purring to get her to sleep.

-

He’s at the front door of her apartment, of course he has a key but it doesn’t feel right to barge in right now so he knocks.

He’s a wolf, supernatural if you will, he can hear that she’s moving about in her small home - her heartbeat upticking at the hard sound.

YN takes her good ole’ time getting to the door, to switch the lock, and open it a bit begrudgingly before moving aside to let him in.

After it’s closed, she turns to him with a pursed expression - her swollen eyes and damp cheeks giveaway her sorrow.

It’s fucking heartbreaking.

“I’ve failed you,” Harry whispers, shame lacing through his tone as he cups her jaw between his hands, she doesn’t pull away but leans in, “I’ve been a poor excuse of an alpha to you.”

YN’s eyes have a bit of a glimmer, a mischievous twinkle as she shakes her head with a giggle, “You’re absurd, you idiot. Been an amazing alpha, always have taken care of me. Never had eyes for another omega.”

It was true, he hadn’t.

“I was- I am scared,” Harry admits, not feeling very alpha-liked as his shoulders slump and he rubs his thumbs over her cheekbones.

“Of what?” YN presses, hands coming to cup his wrists - twisting her head so she can kiss his palm a few times.

“Rejection,” He grumbles quietly, still avoiding eye contact, “Of you rejecting me.”

YN let out a peel of laughter, “Oh H, I know you’re not that dense, pup. You’ve always known, deep down that we were meant for each other.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” He growls wolfishly to her teasing like she’d done since they were children and he was oblivious to something.

“Well now that it’s out in the open, what are you going to do about it?” YN questions, biting down a grin because there’s nothing more she loved to do than push the alpha’s buttons.

“M’gonna take you to your bed, give you my knot, and make you my pretty little mate,” Harry purrs, eyes darkening and canines shimmering, feral and hungry, “Right, mutt? Gonna let me mark you up? Finally let the world know who you belong to? My pups will be in your belly, you’ll be tied to me for eternity.”

“Stop fucking talking and just do it. It’s about time you do your alpha duties,” YN whines, the sound make Harry hiss and he’s not fully in his logical mind when he picks her up and puts her over his shoulder until he can deposit her on the bed which groans from rusty springs.

“No more of this,” Harry tells her, the alpha timbre threatening to come out but it wasn’t time just, “No more time apart. You’ll come and live where the head omega should, be in my bed and have me pleasing you every night.”

“You’re all talk as of right now,” YN goads, squirming and kicking at him until he grabs her ankles to stop the movement.

“You’re getting real brave, puppy,” Harry sing-songs but it’s dangerous and low, “For someone who’s about to be crying out my name and begging for my knot.”

This was new territory for them but it didn’t feel awkward or too forward, it feels like YN has been waiting a lifetime to hear how much he truly wants her.

“Then touch me,” YN mewls on frustration, still attempting to kick at him but his grasp was too tight until he suddenly lets her legs fall back to the mattress.

“Then touch me,” He parrots in a mocking tone before he’s ducking down to bite her jaw before murmuring, in a complete alpha tone, “Now hush up and be m’good little omega and let me do what I need to do. Yeah? You’re gonna get everything you want, mutt.”

YN’s heart is pounding clear out of her chest as he pulls the nightshirt over her head and her bare breasts jiggle out without a bra - nipples already tight and peaked in anticipation.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re trying to kill me,” Harry gruffs before ducking down to wrap his lips around one of the peaks and suck while his opposite hand palms her other breast.

He waste no time in marking her chest over and over again with his mouth, showing the world who it belonged to.

Sure Harry had seen her tits on a few occasions but it was never for him to ogle and worship them, for him to clip with his front teeth until she squeals and tries to push her chest more into his mouth.

“Should have know how greedy you’d be,” Harry chastises, lapping at bud for a moment longer until switching to the other one.

“M’not,” She rebukes in a kittenish, noncommittal tone as her stomach twitches when his hand starts to move down south, across the expanse of her belly.

“Pup, I can smell you from here. Your slick’s getting on the sheets, you’re not subtle, darling,” Harry chuckles fondly before he’s nipping at her sensitive peaks once again.

When he gets to the hem of her underwear, he pauses to pull back from her chest, “Baby, I need you to tell me it’s oka-“

“S’okay, please, H. Please touch me, alpha,” YN moans, falling deeper into a comfortable, fuzzy headspace where she knows she’s safe.

The word alpha shots right down to his cock.

“Been waiting for so long,” Harry mumbles almost to himself as he shimmies the panties down her thick thighs and he fucking groans when she’s revealed, “Fucking hell, of course, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Look at her.”

YN spreads her thighs more, a blatant invitation that Harry can’t pass up - he can’t stop staring at how perfect and plump she is, absolutely glistening from her arousal.

“My queen,” Harry sighs in admiration, thumbs spreading her lips to get a look at her puffy clit, “Can’t believe you’re gonna give me this for the rest of our lives. Everything about you is gorgeous.”

Harry wants to dip down, bury his face between her thighs, and not come up for air but he knows that all needs to wait - he can’t wait any longer to bond them together and he’s shucking off his clothes, spending a moment kissing her before detaching.

He knows she’s never been knotted before and his is coming on fast - as he’s never done this with an omega either.

“Puppy, you gotta come for me. Give me one and then I’ll knot you, bond us, make you mine. Please darling, give it to me,” Harry babbles, barely audible with how low his tone has gotten, his scent is permeating the room - wrapping them in sandalwood and cinnamon.

It only takes a few directed thrusts for her to start quivering and squeezing her eyes shut, hands on his shoulders as she cries out his name.

“Such a good alpha,” YN moans as she rides out the final waves of her orgasm and that’s all it takes for Harry to push in and still, knot expanding and holding him in place.

It’s instinct, no doubt in his body as he noses her chin up until her neck is exposed, lips finding where her pulse is humming with her sweet honeyed blood and hormones.

He doesn’t even need to ask, YN’s hands move to his long locks, leading him closer to her skin, “Please, H. Never wanted anything more than being yours.”

His sharp canines puncture the skin, their dna combing and dancing, a physical pull in his heart and it feels like their world has completely shifted in that moment.

“You’re mine, pup. You have been since we were children and you’ll always be mine until the end of time,” Harry murmurs as he licks at the wound, tears in his eyes.

Until the end of time but that may not even be enough.

llore un poquito la verdad los babys se casaron

me encanto 😭😭 precioso ahora quiero casarme yo también 😭😭😭

gracias uma 🥺❤️ ENCIMA USASTE LOVER 😭😭 Y ZAYN 😭😭😭 no puedo más

FOREVER & ALWAYS

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE | 5913 WORDS

Summary: The day has finally arrived, after twelve years, Y/N and Harry will finally say yes to forever, and luckily, they have all of their friends and family there.

! | FLUFF!!! literally one of the fluffiest things i've ever wrote. i tried to write this without naming the church in case there are people who are atheist or with another religion! SMUT (yeaaa), unprotected sex (she's on the pill). zayn being the angel that he is and nothing more i think!

W/N: I CAN'T BELIVE IS FINALLY DONE. this is the longest one shot i've ever written and i'm completely proud of it, the since forever babies are my faves and that's how's gonna be always. hope you love this as much as i do, next one shot is the honeymoon and i just wanna tell you that the pregnancy it's getting closer and closer. love you forever guys, this wouldn't be possible without you ♡.

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Y/N thought there was no prettier dance than the one she had with Harry on their graduation. The lights were dim, the music was soft, and the two of them were just two teenagers in love trying to dance decently well. She still remembers the look on his face that night, it was completely glowing with love and she knew hers was probably the same or worse.

Of course, that was until they had their first dance as a married couple.

But before we talk about that, let's go a little back, shall we?

Harry wakes up, it's eight in the morning and with his right hand he turns off the alarm clock, while his left hand is being hugged by his love.

He smiles, watching Y/N sleep peacefully beside him, and moves towards her to cuddle her in his arms.

"Wake up, m'love." He whispers, but it's just enough to wake her up as he knows the alarm clock has kicked in. "It's today."

That makes her open her eyes, smiling sleepily and moving closer against him even though she knows it's no longer physically possible.

"Harry..." She says, clearing her throat to make her voice sound better. "Baby."

The smile on his face could light up the entire room if it weren't for the sunlight streaming in through the window. "Mmh?" He asks, as he leaves kisses on her neck.

"Happy wedding day."

He laughs, feeling a tingle in his chest that reveals once again that the woman in front of him is the love of his life. Although he had figured that out the moment he met her. Harry positions himself on top of Y/N, making sure not to crush her, and leaves kisses on all the bare skin he can find.

"Happy wedding day, m'soul."

He knows it's only a matter of time before their friends come into their house and kick them out of bed, forcing them to stay apart until it's time to walk down the small aisle in their backyard. They'd decided to have a small wedding, not being fans of the constant public eye on their every step, and it had been a good decision.

"It's time to get up. Your parents and mine will be here in an hour with Gemma and the lads."

They both get up and take a shower together (which leads to more than just an innocent shower). When they get out, they walk down the pink stairs and eat breakfast in a comforting silence that prepares them for all the noise they'll have to endure later.

"Can't believe it's today." Y/N says, as she covers a piece of toast with jam. "After twelve years... we're gonna be husband and wife, shit."

Harry laughs at her shocked expression, and caresses her knee as he sips his black coffee before speaking. "You've been waiting for this for a long time?"

"Probably since our first anniversary."

That takes him by surprise, he'd always thought he'd been the first to obsess over her, to write hearts around her name and put her first name and his last name together to see what it'd be like to be married. Now, they would be, and Y/N's gonna add the name Styles after hers.

He's about to answer, but the doorbell rings for whole five seconds, and the front door opens.

"Why do y'ring the doorbell if you're just gonna walk inside like it's your bloody house?" Harry asks irritably, and Niall shrugs as he walks over to hug Y/N.

"So you'd have time to get dressed in case you were naked or something." He replies, with an arm around the girl's shoulders.

Behind him, Louis enters with Freddie, and Liam with Maya and Bear. God, they were all growing up, not just the kids, but everyone.

"Louis!" Y/N wiggles out of the ex-blonde's grip and goes to hug her best friend.

"Hi, love." He murmurs happy, squeezing her into his arms until his son forces them apart so he can greet his aunt.

She greets Liam and his family as well, taking time to play a little with Bear, and Harry can't help the goofy grin that escapes him at witnessing moments like this. He still can't believe how she was so dynamic with his former band mates, it seemed like she was just another member, but what makes him love her even more is how she handles herself with the kids.

Y/N makes them laugh, and fills their cheeks with kisses as he imagines what it'd be like to have a baby of their own, a baby that receives the love that the two of them have to give unconditionally, feeling his eyes water at the mental picture. He can feel in his soul that they're getting closer and closer to that moment.

Liam smacks the back of his head to snap him out of his thoughts, and Harry grunts at the blow. "What?"

"It's time for the bride and groom to get ready without seeing each other."

Gemma and the others arrive after a couple of minutes and Harry and Y/N have to go separate ways only to be reunited in completely different circumstances. Dalia starts dragging her daughter while Louis and the others drag Harry in opposite directions, and they both groan in disgust.

"We didn't kiss goodbye!" The bride screams as she's dragged further and further away from her love, until she's ushered into her room where her dress and all the necessities are already in place. Harry is in one of the guest rooms.

Twenty minutes later, her parents, Anne and Gemma are with her, watching as Y/N paces madly around the room, picking up her dress and then leaving it on the bed to grab one of her brushes but regretting it at the last minute, her nerves showing through.

"Darling." Anne walks over to her and takes her hands, smiling at the nervous girl. "Don't be so nervous, we have time for everything."

Y/N nods but doesn't look relaxed at all, Gemma also approaches her, and rests her hand on her shoulder.

"Harry loves you, Y/N. Don't worry about anything."

She laughs, but her eyes well up with tears. She knows Harry loves her, she's never doubted that, she's just nervous that she's gonna finally fulfill what she's been dreaming of since she fell in love with him.

"I'm afraid that everything won't go as planned. What if the food isn't enough, what if the music doesn't please them, what if..."

Her parents watch from a corner of the room, they know it's a moment of her with her mother and sister-in-law.

"You guys have gone over everything a million times, everything's gonna be perfect." Gemma tells her, smiling, and she can feel her body relax even a little.

"Let's sit down for a moment, mmh?" Anne guides her to the end of the bed.

"Did something happen?" Y/N asks, swallowing dry.

"I just want to take a second to thank you for everything you've done since we met you." Anne ducks her head. "You make Harry happy, and for me that's everything."

Y/N felt a warmth flood her chest, that her future husband's mother had told her this was what she needed to walk down the aisle without fear. They all knew and loved what she and Harry had, they saw how they looked at each other, and they knew it was fate.

"You've been with him since he was just a boy, and your feelings for him have never changed since he... since he became this superstar. I couldn't've thought of anyone more perfect for him than you, Y/N. And you've been a part of our family since the moment you walked through our door for the first time, I love you like another daughter, and I know Gemma, Desmond– even Robin thinks the same as I do."

Both women have tears sliding down their cheeks, and they hug each other tightly, conveying what they need to. Gemma joins in the embrace which lasts for a considerable few seconds, until they separate so the bride to be can speak.

"Thank you– thank you for raising someone as good, as wonderful as Harry is. There isn't a day that goes by that I doubt my love for him that just keeps growing and growing."

They hug one more time, until Y/N's father claps his hands. "Okay, enough of the emotional moment or I'll start crying too. It's time for you to get ready, darling, your mother and I will be downstairs with the caretakers to sort everything out."

Gemma nods, and looks at her mother before saying. "Yes, we'll go and have a look at your future husband, you're gonna be alright on your own?"

YN laughs at the nickname and lets them go. Five minutes pass, and she's already calmer, starting to fix her hair while listening to some music.

"Don't wait, or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said Speak No–" She's halfway through her concert when someone knocks on the bedroom door, and she pauses Taylor's video to open it.

Zayn was standing in front of her, he looked beautiful, better, he had a black suit and a smile on his bearded face that only reflected the affection he felt for her. "Hi, babe."

She can't find the words so she just hugs him with all her might, hiding her face in his chest. She hasn't seen him in months despite talking almost every day, and she misses when she used to wake up and know he was in the hotel room next to hers. He was her best friend, her brother, and distance could never change that.

"I missed you so much." Y/N murmurs against the fabric of his pink suit.

"Me too." He replies, and pulls away to say looking into her eyes. "Are you gonna let me in or wha'?"

They both laugh and lock themselves in the room, Zayn helping her with her hair and explaining that Khai would be arriving later with his mother. Time passes, and he finds himself staring out the window.

"People are coming." He says, hiding behind the curtain, but gets no comment from his best friend. "Y/N?"

When he turns around, it's the exact moment she comes out of the bathroom with the wedding dress on her body. It's perfect, long-sleeved and delicate, made for her even though Y/N is rarely delicate, and he can't help the tear that escapes his eye. (...)

Y/N's smile is coy and she has her hands clasped, you can tell she loves the way she looks, that she's ready to marry. Still, she asks. "How do I look?"

Zayn laughs and walks over to her. "You look beautiful."

The two hug one more time and Y/N's officially ready. People are already arriving, and within minutes, Harry will be standing at the altar waiting for her.

They're both talking while standing (so as not to wrinkle the dress) when the door rings, and the brunet takes it upon himself to open it just in case. When he pokes his head through the gap, his gaze meets Louis', and they both sigh and duck their heads in discomfort.

"It's the boys." Malik turns to say to her.

"Tell them to come in!"

Zayn opens the door and goes to the bathroom, leaving privacy for Y/N and the three boys, who enter smiling.

"Oi, would you look at that! You look amazing, love." Louis says, taking her by the hand and spinning her around, which makes her giggle.

"Yeah, Harry's a lucky lad." Niall adds, leaning in to leave a kiss on her cheek.

Liam smiles through tight lips, and sighs before saying. "He is."

Y/N looks at him understandingly, and reaches out a hand to squeeze his arm.

"We just wanted to let you know that your future husband is ready and nervous as shit." The one from Doncaster takes the word again. "And that I'll be standing with a bouquet of flowers like the perfect bridesmaid that I am."

She laughs, and hugs them all again. "Thank you, I love you."

Y/N's family comes into the room and sees her in the dress, her dad cries like a bastard, which makes her mum cry, which almost makes Y/N cry. Zayn had to kick them out so they don't mess up her make-up.

But the one who can't stop crying, is Harry.

"I can't stop fucking crying."

Niall laughs, and hands him another tissue.

"Thanks– Christ, I can't believe I'm finally gonna be her husband." He says, wiping away his tears as Liam ties the bow around his neck.

He's ready, in two minutes he has to be standing at the altar, but he's in shock, this is everything he ever dreamed of, and when they sign the papers in front of all their family members, he'll be a married man to the love of his life.

Louis (who's smoking a cigarette at the window) is the one who goes to open the door when it rings, revealing Y/N's father, John.

"It's time."

Harry lets out a shaky sigh, and approaches his father-in-law in a path full of back-slapping and cheering from the boys.

John looks at him, and smiles. "Thank you, Harry."

Without hesitation, he replies. "Thank you."

The five men go downstairs and walk into the courtyard. You can see how their house is decorated for the wedding and it looks just perfect, definitely worth the months they spent planning it.

The pews are lined up perfectly in front of the altar, and further away are the reception tables and dance floor. Everything's blue, white, and other pastel colours, it's simple, just what they need.

As he nervously walks to his place, he can see all the guests turn to look at him, and notices his mum tearing up a bit from where the bridesmaids were standing.

When he gets to the altar, he allows himself a second to relax (if he can) and the boys settle into their respective places. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the band getting ready, and that's enough to make him sweat in his suit again.

It was funny, as between Gemma, her mum, her best friend and Anne, were Zayn and Louis each holding a bouquet of flowers like a good bridesmaid.

On the other side where the groomsmen are, there's Desmond, his cousins, Niall, and Liam. And in the seats are the rest of their guests, but Harry can't look at anyone else, not when Y/N appears in his field of view.

She appears, walking like a queen in her dress and the bouquet of flowers in her hands.

He'll never be able to explain what he felt in that moment, it's as if everything he experienced never mattered until now, all the concerts he gave don't compare to the adrenaline and excitement he feels when he sees her coming, in a dress that fits her perfectly, and more beautiful than ever.

He doesn't realise until the tears touch his lips and he feels the salty taste, he's openly crying, the tears fall and fall and he covers his mouth with a hand to silence his sobs. And from the altar, he can see how Y/N smiles with sparkling eyes.

When she finally reaches his side, they both look at each other and somehow, by conveying everything they are feeling through their gazes, it's enough, and she has to suppress the urge to throw herself into his arms.

The man speaks, but they can only focus on each other until the questions begin.

"Are you willing to love and respect each other, following the marriage way of life, for a lifetime?"

Without hesitation, Y/N says. "I am."

Harry answers behind her, keeping his gaze fixed on his love's face. "I am."

"Very well. We will proceed with the wedding vows." The older man says, and Harry knows it's his turn first.

He feels everything inside him stir with emotion and nerves, but like the good songwriter that he is, he pulls himself together and tries to find the best words to describe what he feels right now, but he knows there's nothing more honest than what comes from his heart at this moment.

"I've tried to put these twelve years with you into words, but all that comes to mind are the kisses, laughter, and tears we've shared since we first met." Harry begins, as he tries not to stutter from the urge to cry. "Everyone told me I was crazy, that I was just a kid and that I would meet many more people throughout m'life, but they don't understand that it was always you. From the moment I saw you in the shop I knew something drew me to you, maybe we have invisible strings in our fingers that tie us together, maybe we have something about each other tattooed transparently. I don't know what it is, but all I know is that we're soulmates."

He sniffles, weeping openly in front of the guests and in front of the love of his life. But he doesn't care, because he's opening his heart, and that's how it feels.

"I haven't stopped loving you madly since I found out that the girl I had a crush on loved me too, and I even feel like I love you more with each passing day. I'm the luckiest lad to have you with me, and nothing and no one in the world can ever make me see that differently. It's you, Y/N, and that's why today I'll finally say yes to being your husband, because I believe there's nothing I want more in the world, than to be yours." He finishes and everyone applauds, he covers his eyes with his wrists to suppress his tears until she clears her throat indicating it's her turn for the vows.

She's crying too, with make-up and mask smudging her cheeks, but she doesn't care anymore, now she just looks into Harry's green eyes, and sighs before speaking.

"If I had to say how many people told me we wouldn't last because we were kids, or because you wanted to live the rockstar life, then we'd be here forever." Everyone laughs, and the couple look at each other, laughing through tears. "But most importantly, we never cared. We never cared what anyone else told us, because I knew that even if a hundred years went by, you'd still be the curly boy I fell in love with, and I'd never stop feeling the same way I felt back then; I'd still be blushing, getting nervous and feeling like you're too much for me but glad that you still choose me every day."

Y/N can't hold it in, her voice's cracking and sometimes she sobs between words, so Harry walks over to her, and wipes her tears away with his thumbs. "Are yeh okay, baby?" He whispers, and she nods in embarrassment.

"Yes, sorry, I love you."

"I love you too." He smiles, and releases her to distance himself again so she can continue.

He can feel Niall crying behind him.

"I can't wait to see what life has in store for us, even though we're saying yes now, I know we've been committed to each other since forever." She continues, calmer now. "I love you, I love the superstar in you as much as I love the boy who gets up every morning and likes to dance in the kitchen like it's a dance floor. I love you, and that's it."

They all clap, Louis shouts in his recognisable voice, and the man in the suit takes the word again.

"Do you, Harry Edward Styles, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, and do you promise to be faithful to her in prosperity and adversity, in sickness and in health, and so to love and cherish her all the days of your life?

Harry laughs, as he nods his head and continues to cry. "I do."

"Y/N Y/L/N, take Harry Edward Styles, to be your wedded husband, and do you promise to be faithful to him in prosperity and adversity, in sickness and in health, and, so to love and cherish him all the days of your life?"

She puts a hand to her chin pretending to think about it, and he rolls his eyes and laughs with the other guests, but she smiles and nods furtively. "Of course I do!"

They all laugh, and the man raises his hands before speaking. "It's time for the rings, and to sign the civil confirming your marriage and new lastname."

Louis and Niall give them their respective rings, and the green-eyed man takes her hand and slides the gold ring shakily, onto the finger next to it, the engagement ring sparkles.

"Y/N, receive this ring, as a sign of m'love and fidelity to you." He says, raising his gaze to look at her.

She repeats his action, leaving a caress on the back of his hand. "Harry, receive this ring, as a token of my love and fidelity to you."

They both hold hands for a few more seconds until the sir holds out a pen to each of them, and on the small table behind him are the documents.

On it, it says that all property will be owned by both of them, that they will marry, and so on. And on the last paper, it said that Y/N would be renamed Y/N Y/L/N Styles.

The two sign the documents with a completely crooked signature because of nerves, and when they put their pens down on the table, they both look at each other shocked. They've done it. They're married.

"And with this, I now pronounce you man and wife." After years, they finally listen. "You may kiss the bride."

Harry grabs her from behind the neck and pulls her to him, kissing her like he's never kissed her before. This time it's different, it's their first kiss as a married couple and it feels fucking good, it tastes completely different, and he can swear it's more addictive than before.

Y/N squeezes the fabric of his suit under her hands and kisses him just as hard even though they have to stay normal because they have all their friends and family celebrating and screaming. Anyway, what did it matter? they had all eternity to kiss eachother, and she was a fucking Styles.

She cries as she kisses him, she can't believe that her sixteen year old boy is the same one standing here proclaiming his love for her, it feels so good that her whole body vibrates, but sadly they have to separate.

Harry looks at her, his green orbs gushing with love and happiness, and as he caresses her cheeks, he whispers. "I love you."

"I love you more." She replies, feeling her cheeks ache from smiling so much.

They both turn to the guests, Y/N raises the hand that was holding the bouquet, and shouts.

"Fucking finally!"

Now, it's time for the party.

(...)

Everyone is standing around them, Y/N and Harry are in the middle of the dance floor, and it's time for their first dance as married couple.

Harry slips a hand around her waist, pressing her against his body, and the two join hands. Lover by Taylor Swift begins to play, and Y/N stares at him open-mouthed as they sway under everyone's gaze.

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January"

"I thought we were waltzing." She whispers.

"Well, you thought wrong."

"And this is our place, we make the rules"

"Are there any other surprises you want to tell me?" She says against his ear, keeping her smile so as not to reveal what they're talking about.

"Taylor's about to appear through that door."

Y/N's in the middle of a nervous breakdown when he shakes his head, guffawing.

"M'joking, sorry! she's re-recording Speak Now, busy schedule." Harry whispers to her as they dance. "Though she did send us presents and like five knitted blankets."

"What?! What?! Speak Now????!!!!"

He laughs at the look of surprise on his wife's face, and she rolls her eyes but laughs too. His wife, there's nothing nicer than referring to her like that, so he speaks again, whispering in her ear as he leaves a kiss on her cheek.

"And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear"

"Can't believe you're m'wife."

Y/N smiles, sighing through her nose as she squeezes his hand entwined in hers. "Can't believe you're my husband either, Harry, I love you so much."

"Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?"

Styles leaves a kiss at the corner of her lips knowing that all the guests are watching them, but whispers in her ear again. "When the dance is over, let's escape to the bedroom for a while, just like when we were kids."

And she simply can't say no to him, knowing they're just as crazy about each other as they were when they were sixteen, so she nods, and they continue dancing like it's nothing.

"Can I go, where you go? Can we always, be this close?"

Y/N can see Niall recording on his phone, and next to him is Louis with Freddie and Liam with Bear. Zayn's further apart with little Khai.

"Forever and ever and I, take me out, and take me home. You're my, my, my, my... Lover."

Harry leans their foreheads together, just feeling his whole body vibrate from the song and from the excitement. He smiles as he watches his wife whispering the lyrics of the song.

"Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? with every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my Lover."

He'd chosen this song without her knowing, and it had been the best choice.

"My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue, all's well that ends well to end up with you. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my Lover."

Y/N sings, staring at him. "And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me. And at every table, I'll save you a seat, Loverrrrrr!"

They keep dancing until the song ends, and everyone claps and shouts for them. Harry wants to go to the bedroom now, have some alone time with his wife even though they have the whole honeymoon in Italy for that, but Y/N knows they have to be with the guests.

She takes photos with Khai, dances with Louis, and thanks everyone for coming while her husband stands behind her.

Two hours pass and Harry happily sips his wine as he dances with his sister. In the distance, he sees Y/N change her dress for a shorter, more comfortable one (...), and he can feel his desire for her returning, now even more so with alcohol in his blood.

He walks towards her with slow steps and with the drink between his fingers, she sees him coming and rolls her eyes laughing.

"How many of those did you have?" She asks, taking the glass from him to set it on a table.

"Enough to forget that m'wife doesn't pay attention to me."

Y/N laughs and hugs him by the hips, leaving little kisses on his cheek, trailing down his jaw and to his neck. She can feel the singer shudder under her touch, and it makes her smile.

She raises her head to say in his ear. "Let me make it up to you, please?"

Harry growls and squeezes her against his body, thankful that the colorful lights hide them and the guests are busy dancing. They have twenty minutes until dessert is served.

"Of course, m'soul."

They both run away hand in hand as they laugh, and walk into their house, Harry leaning her against the living room wall before heading upstairs, and kissing her passionately.

Y/N can't help but moan, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him against her even more. It's a hurried kiss, revealing their desire for each other, and they separate to go upstairs.

The room is a mess, there's make-up and hair products everywhere but the bed is empty and that's what they need right now.

The chestnut locks the door before launching himself at his wife again, the two kiss tasting each other's mouths and clashing tongues as she pulls off his jacket.

She caresses his arms and Harry kisses her neck unable to leave a mark. "God, H." Y/N moans, and pushes him down onto the bed.

He falls, sitting and the end of the bed, and she sits on top of him, gasping as she feels the pressure of his bulge against her covered centre. The green-eyed man grins, and grabs her hips to begin back-and-forth movements.

"Yeh gonna fuck me while all our guests are outside, Mrs. Styles?"

Y/N moans at his words, having his last name is a satisfaction she's never experienced until now, not even dreaming or writing his last name after her name compared to this, and she nods as she kisses the sweet spot on his jaw.

She wishes they had more time so she could feel the warmth of his body against hers, but for now she just settles for raising her body to unbutton his dress trousers, and free his member.

Harry tilts his head back as he feels her slide her hand up and down and use the precum to make him wetter, it feels so fucking good.

"Ah, fuck." He gasps. "Baby."

Y/N pulls her panties to the side and slowly sits on top of him, moaning as she feels her instantly clench around him with familiarity, it's perfect, like they were made for each other.

They both get closer as she begins to rise and fall against his cock, and Harry lets out profanities under his breath as he kisses his love's cleavage.

The sound is obscene, the music outside mixing with their bodies colliding and the wetness of them. Y/N continues her movements until his member slams into her G-spot, and she lets out a little scream.

Harry laughs, and looks into her eyes. "Yeah, there, m'love." He says, and licks his thumb to slide it between them and caress her clit.

He's about to cum, but stays sane enough to do it with her, who makes her movements messy and jerky as she seeks her orgasm.

Y/N can taste it on the tip of her tongue, and she moans, "H, I'm so close."

"Me too, me too." He nods furtively, lifting his hips to ram into her halfway. "Gimme a kiss."

They both kiss conveying everything they feel. It's a messy, love-filled kiss, of promises and silent oaths they vow to each other. Y/N tastes his lower lip between hers, and moans into his mouth as the heat in her belly finally releases.

She cums, hiding her face in Harry's neck and clenching around him which makes him moan, and he thrusts once, twice, three more times before he cums too, painting her walls white.

The couple are breathing heavily, cuddling and caressing each other. Y/N combs her husband's curls, and kisses his cheek.

"I've never been with anyone else, but I'm pretty sure you're the best at this."

He laughs, closing his eyes before looking back up at her and saying. "I've never been with anyone else either but I know you're the best at everything."

The two kiss and stay in silence for a while longer until they have to break apart. Harry cleans her up and they both get dressed again before heading back to the party.

When they arrive, everyone's sitting down for dessert and it's time for the toast. They sit at the head table, and Niall clinks his glass with a knife to get everyone's attention.

"Well, thanks." Everyone laugh, and he stands nervously. "I wanna propose a toast to Y/N and Harry. I've known them since they were just a couple of months together, and from there you could tell they'd be forever no matter what. I've never met two people more perfect for each other, and I always look up to them to be better everyday."

Harry sniffles, feeling his nose sting from the urge to cry, and he can feel his love nuzzling his knuckles under the table.

"You're both my family, and I love yeh unconditionally, I know I speak for Louis, Liam... and Zayn when I say that Y/N was always a part of us, and that it wouldn't be the same without her here. So Harry, thanks for having your stupid pretty face and making her fall in love with you."

It's Y/N's turn to tear up and she laughs with the others, she can't wait to get up and hug her friend with all her might.

"Anyway, thanks for being the fairytale couple and showing us how love should be. Cheers to the lovely couple!" Niall raises his glass along with the everyone, and they all drink.

Harry and Y/N look at each other and smile. It's perfect, everything's perfect and just the way they always wanted it. They can't ask for anything more, even though they secretly know there's something that's missing and they can't wait to have.

"I love you." He tells her, leaving a kiss on her cheek and they both look around again.

Their family is chatting and laughing, Louis' talking to Liam while Freddie and Bear play with the dessert, Niall's flirting with Amelia, and Zayn's playing with his daughter on his lap while chatting to his mum.

They are all here in honour of them, in honour of their love, and they are eternally grateful to have them.

Y/N wouldn't be the same without having the other four boys in her life, they'd helped with their advices, listening to her when she fought with Harry and comforting her.

Despite all the ups and downs, she was here, sitting at the head table at her wedding with the boy she met when she didn't yet know what it was like to live, and was lucky enough to learn at his side.

She wishes everyone had a Harry in their life. Or someone like him, because she's sure that her husband is completely unique.

"Do you think we'll get married someday?" Y/N asks in the darkness of the small bus bed, and she can feel her eighteen-year-old boyfriend turning to face her.

"Of course." He answers without hesitation, looking to where her eyes are supposed to be in the darkness. "We're gonna get married, and have babies, and whatever you want."

She laughs quietly, careful not to wake the boys, and snuggles even more against him. "You know... even though we aren't married, I've always been committed to you."

Harry smiles, feeling his heart racing. And unashamed of being overheard, he whispers:

"M'love, I've been committed to you since the first time I saw you."

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prompt: Harry didn’t know this type of love was plausible. It didn’t make sense how his heart kept expanded past the point of fullness. When he meets someone knew…it feels like it just might explode.

words: 7.6k

warnings: descriptions of vaginal birth, smut, language, harry’s an asshole to everyone but his wife and baby.

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“Can you, fuck - move your leg!” Y/N groans, kicking at Harry with annoyed grunt. Her hair is sticking to her forehead and she’s got a cramp, radiating pain up into her thigh.

“Love, s’the only position I can get you in. Y’about to pop,” Harry sighs, trying to adjust their angle until she’s comfortable again - which is impossible at this point.

“I just lost it, dammit,” his wife complains, squirming unhappily against him in frustration at the loss of her climax. She’s overheated and their child is sitting on all of her vital organs that are screaming at her to relax.

Harry slips out, knowing actual sex was a lost cause two weeks out from the baby’s due date. He changes gears and gently moves her to her back, admiring the movement of her breasts.

“I’ll help you, pet. Always do, yeah?” Harry murmurs, rubbing a soothing hand on the taut, near painful stretched skin of her tummy.

Y/N reaches to weave a hand through his locks when he kisses around her pubic bone, “Please, H. Fuck these hormones, I’m so done.”

At nearly 38 weeks pregnant, Y/N’s hormones have been a poisonous cocktail of anger, horniness, and clinginess towards her husband. Harry loves the last two, just really not the first one.

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HE MADE HER WHAT

reflection

y/n couldn't blame harry for avoiding her but all she wanted to tell him was that she was sorry

part one (gravity)

part two (momentum)

part three (magnetism)

part four (tension)

part five (impulse)

previous part (inertia)

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(Y/N) felt awful.

Just a day short of being a week since she had shared the fact she knew his secret, Harry had done an incredible job of avoiding and ignoring her. She had called and texted him more than a handful of times, asking for a moment to speak to him and let him know how she felt or at the very least apologize for ambushing him in the middle of class like that. No response was garnered each time.

She even tried mimicking his routine, getting to class early on Monday in hopes of catching him. But, as if Harry knew she had her own plan brewing, he made a point to show up just before Stanfill started lecture, sitting in a seat on the other side of the room closest to an exit. He even adopted the habit of packing up minutes before dismissal so he was able to flee immediately following Stanfill's permission, making it impossible for (Y/N) to catch him before he was gone. Knowing it wasn't a good idea, (Y/N) even peeked on his cam-page, only to find that he had announced a brief break from his streams for the next couple of weeks; he cited being too busy to keep up, but vowed to post extra premium content when he made his return.

It felt like (Y/N)'s entire body adopted an aching cold when she read that. She ached in her joints and feared a throbbing in her head as she deflated before closing the page. She hadn't anticipated a reaction like the one he was giving, and nothing broke her heart more than the fact he was so upset that he had stopped doing his job; this was how he made his money and she had somehow embarrassed him enough into keeping him from putting food on his table.

All she wanted to do was tell him that she didn't think any less of him, that her reaction stemmed from nothing but shock. She didn't feel negatively at all about what he did to take care of himself (she was one of the many viewers who tuned in anyway, so she didn't think she had much say in whether or not it was wrong). She wanted to tell him she was sorry for the way she went about telling him, that she knew she should have waited until they were alone before she brought up something so personal. She wanted to tell him that, if he'd still have her, she wanted to be with him, no matter what he did in his free time.

She just wanted to talk to him.

—————

Sitting in her car, (Y/N) wasn't sure if her hands were sweaty from the ultra high heat that was coming through her vents or the fact that she was parked outside Harry's apartment complex.

After yesterday, when Harry had once again dodged her and quashed any chance of her making amends after lecture, she had broken down and confessed to Ny why she had been so blue for the past week. (Y/N) kept the details close to her chest (Harry's business wasn't something she was willing to share), but spilled to her roommate that she and Harry had gotten into a fight—that was more of a misunderstanding than anything—and he'd been avoiding her since. Ny allowed her to cry out her feelings, stinging tears slipping down (Y/N)'s cheeks through the frustration and guilt that was filling up her system. When she finished, Naomi allowed (Y/N) a moment to breathe before offering her advice.

"You need to go see him. At the very least, you'll get out what you need to say and you'll feel better."

When (Y/N) protested at the thought, Ny cut her off swiftly, her gaze calm and collected.

"The worst that can happen is that he doesn't answer you or talk—and it's not like that hasn't happened already."

(Y/N) had spent the rest of the night and the majority of her lazy Saturday morning processing her roommate's advice. Maybe it was more for her than for Harry, but she wanted him to know that he had taken her reaction the wrong way, and that she supported him no matter his profession.

So, after using all morning to scrounge up the courage to even leave the apartment, it was two in the afternoon by the time she had made it to Harry's complex, and another ten minutes of her contemplating if she made the right choice. Pushing him was the last thing she wanted to do, but she wasn't going to leave things like this with him. If after this, he still wanted to ignore her and let that be the final note of their song, she would let him, but she wanted to try at least before that note played.

Before she could overthink any further, (Y/N) hopped from her car with only the end goal in mind: see Harry.

Her brain worked on autopilot as she traced the familiar path to his apartment. The exposed staircases felt stories higher as she scaled the steps, her heart beating fast enough she worried it would give out the second she saw him. By the time his door came into view, the gilded numbers pinned to the wood, her hands were unbelievably shaky.

At first knock, she garnered no reaction. Nothing could be heard on the other side—no rustling, shuffling of feet, or even the effort to conceal any presence. She had messaged him that she was coming over, but he never responded. For all she knew, he had fled as soon as he got her text in another bid to avoid her. She wouldn't blame him.

Nonetheless, she tried again, resting her forehead on the cool surface as her eyes fluttered closed. After a second, she swore she heard something on the other side, a shuffling of feet over the laminate wood flooring, like Harry was hesitating to cross the space.

"Harry, it's me. I just want to talk to you."

Silence fell again, making (Y/N) want to cry. It would suck if this was the way it was going to end.

She waited another moment, allowing the dwindling hope in her chest to linger for a second before she snuffed it out on the way back to her car. Just as she resigned herself to the lonely trek back home, she heard a deep breath being exhaled inside the apartment. He was right there.

Still, the door remained shut as she heard his voice for the first time in over a week. "If you're here to break up with me, that's... 's fine, I jus'—I don't..."—he plundered his words before he sucked in an audible breath—"I don't need to hear all of it, I understand already. Jus' don't tell anyone. I need this job to get through school and it's harder to keep it if people know."

"Har—"

He didn't give her a moment, immediately cutting her off with his wavering voice, "I-I don't know what y'saw, but I don't want to talk about it. I know 'm weird, or whatever y'think I am, I get it. But, I really need this job, (Y/N), an—"

"Harry," she tried again, breaking through both the door and the self-deprecating tone he had taken on, "I'm not here to break up with you, I just wanted to talk to you. I miss you."

Silence responded to her, leaving only a whisper of a sniffle to be heard on the other side. She wished he would open up, allow her to see him and comfort him. The vision of him with bloodshot, watery eyes was enough to chip at her heart, especially since the sight was still so fresh to her.

"I don't think any differently of you, you know," she continued, "This doesn't change how I feel about you. You're still my Harry." Another sniffle was heard, wilting her further. "You're still my Harry who's a little too good at physics to be normal, and my cuddle buddy, and my best friend. This doesn't change any of that for me."

A beat passed before the doorknob twisted, warning (Y/N) to step back before the door swung open to reveal Harry with watery eyes and flushed cheeks.

Her heart stuttered at the sight of him. She had seen glimpses of him in class, but she feared she was forgetting what it was like to be seen by him, too. She could fall to her knees if she wasn't careful.

"Really?"

She only gave a careful nod, unwilling to trust her voice to work around the lump growing in her throat. Harry's chest shook with a deep breath, his eyes rounded and wide as he took her in. He wouldn't turn her away this far in, right?

(Y/N) felt relief wash over her muscles as he stepped aside, gesturing for her to step inside his apartment. She all but tripped over herself to cross the threshold before he could retract the offer. There was nothing like being enveloped in Harry's scent, seeing all the markers of his presence all around her again. She'd never been more relieved. Now, she just needed to finish the job.

Rounding the corner out of the short hallway that made up his foyer, she stopped in the kitchen. She was hyper aware of the sound of him tailing her on his socked feet, though she didn't feel the warmth of his gaze. Once she turned around, she practically deflated when she realized she was right.

With his eyes on his feet and his hands bundled in a heap in front of him, Harry couldn't even look at her. Despite being so close, he'd never been farther away.

"You know," she started, a feigned light-heartedness in her tone she hoped would infect the space until it was real, "If you're weird for doing those shows, I watched for a couple of months and liked that I saw—so that makes two of us, I guess."

She waited with bated breath until a smile cracked at the corner of Harry's lips, the first sign of anything positive she'd seen from him in days.

"So," he mumbled, voice deep and graveled, "You're not here to break up with me? Or stop seeing me, or stop whatever it is that we're doing?" The full of his bottom lip was trapped between his teeth when he finally peeked a look at her, the flesh being worried between the blunt ends.

"No, of course not. I'm not scared off that easily."

Finally, she was granted with a soft smile blooming across Harry's features. His glossy eyes found hers with a more familiar flush pricking his cheeks. A minute difference was made in his body language, the shift so subtle she wouldn't have noticed if she wasn't so adamant on giving him every inch of her attention. His muscles seemed less tense, leaving him with a slope in his broad shoulders, his hands less restless, and his jaw left without a tick.

"Can I.."—he swallowed as his gaze fell down the length of her body, appraising for anything he had missed—"Is it okay if I hug you?"

"Oh, Harry."

The sigh of his name came as a short warning before she closed the space between them. Her arms wrapped around his neck, peaking up to her tip-toes in an effort to hold him as close as she could. Harry didn't waste a second before dropping his face to snuggle into the crook of her neck, his arms looping around her waist as he melted into her. She felt him sigh against his neck, a contented noise slipping from his clogged throat as he burrowed into her hold.

"Sorry I got so upset," Harry murmured into her skin, his lips close enough to brush her skin and send shivers down her spine, "I never imagined this would go over well with anyone I was close to, like 'm close to you. I know 's really different, so I prepared for the worst, I guess."

(Y/N) shook her head as best she could without disrupting his cuddling form. "Don't be sorry for that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have confronted you in the middle of class like that."

"'S okay, flower," he whispered into her skin, dotting a gentle kiss against the curve, "I shouldn’t’ve kept it from you, and lied."

Her forgiveness was given in the form of a small press of her lips to his cheek. She gave one more gentle squeeze of her arms around his neck before slowly pulling away. Harry didn't let her get very far with an arm still wrapped around her middle, tugging her along with him as he moved them to his couch.

Once on the cushions, (Y/N) let out an airy laugh as he took the liberty to arrange her how he pleased, too determined to wait for his usual permission. He pulled her legs to drape over his lap though he kept her tucked against his side with his arm now slung over her shoulders. His free hand ran over her legs, following the bend of her knee and sliding up the full of her thigh before doubling back and starting the journey over. (Y/N)'s eyes followed him the whole way, aware of the heavily chipped green polish on his fingers and sore, red cuticles that cushioned his nail beds. She was going to have to give him some TLC, she decided, the sight of his neglected nails making her pout.

"So," Harry started, a smile evident in his voice, "Y'watched me? Liked it—liked me?"

A breathy laugh fell from her lips as her mouth fell open in a gape. He was teasing her—really teasing her. This was the closest she had ever seen him to the man she had known on her computer screen.

Looking up at him, she shook her head, incredulously. "No comment."

Harry's smile turned crooked, a cocky quality taking over the curve that she had never seen from him though she could have pictured H wearing that grin through his shows.

"Its my turn to confess something," (Y/N) piped up, her hands in her lap getting a bit restless at the thought of speaking this aloud.

"Can't be much worse than m'secret, so go for it," Harry laughed, a gentle shrug of his shoulder showing just how at ease he finally was with her. It made her heart glow knowing that he was comfortable with her, even more so than she had thought.

"Well," she sang, her voice lilting around the word, "You know that girl you've privately message with and sent stuff to... for free?"

"Wait," he stopped her, brows pinching as his gaze matched her own bashful one, "How d—... Are you my sweetheart?"

She rolled her lips between her teeth, gently nodding her head in affirmation. "That's me."

Harry's eyes grew wide, the lilypad of his iris glazing over her features in disbelief. "Are y'serious?! I—I didn't see that coming at all," he laughed, his arm on her shoulders tightening, "I guess I don't feel so bad, then. I had a little bit of a crush on that girl, so 's nice knowing it was m'girlfriend."

He was taking everything in stride now, (Y/N) noticed, the blush in his cheeks lacking and his wandering eyes that struggled to settle on her if she gave him too much of her undivided attention now gone. He seemed so much more confident than she had ever seen him—it made her proud.

"You had a crush on me?" she pressed, her fidgeting fingers reaching for the knit of the striped, oversized sweater on his torso.

"I don't know," he shrugged, a shy smile taking his lips, "I thought y'were very gentle and... sweet. Very different to what was going on in the shows and in m'inbox. I liked seeing y'there."

"That's cute, Harry," she cooed, leaning further into him to press a kiss to his flushed neck, "Now, what was that about me being your girlfriend? I didn't know about that." The shy, blushing man (Y/N) had come to know made a flickering reappearance at the sound of her question, Harry trying his best to hide his pink cheeks by pulling away. "No, no," (Y/N) protested through a smile, shifting so she sat squarely on his lap with her legs on either side of his hip so he had no choice but to face her, "Don't leave."

"'M sorry, I guess we never really talked about that either, huh?" he breathed, back to his bashful ways as he kept his gaze trained on his hands as he steadied them on her thighs, "I didn't mean to assume, especially after everything."

(Y/N) shrugged, reaching for his cheeks to cradle in her palms. "It's not much of an assumption if you're right."

His eyes softened to the shade of plush moss as he raised them to match her gaze. His cheeks warmed under her hands, letting her know just how sweetly her words affected him. Harry reached to place his own hands over hers, cupping the back of them with his palms.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Harry's dimples were felt under her hands as he leant forwards and nudged his nose against her own, a gentle brushing of his smiling lips against her mouth as he whispered something to himself she didn't quite catch. She swore she heard him say something about "my girlfriend" with wonder painting his tone.

In the same beat, Harry pulled back with wide eyes, his hands falling from hers to sit on the full of her thighs.

"Wha—"

"You like m'daddy stuff! Y'told me that!"

Now it was (Y/N)'s turn to try and hide from him, shocked that he would take this moment to remember something like that. She let out a whining call of his name as she fell into his chest, abandoning his cheeks as she bundled her hands between their chest.

"You don't have to say it!" she bubbled, her complaint feeling very thin as a smile tainted her tone.

"'M jus' telling the truth. No more secrets, right?" Harry pressed, his tone just as light as her heart felt.

Still, he only wrapped his arms around her form and kept her close to his chest. (Y/N) had never been more relieved to be in his arms.

—————

"I can't believe y'forgot there was another lab this weekend."

"Can you really not believe it, or are you just saying that?"

(Y/N) squeezed her hand around Harry's as she gazed at him from the passenger seat, watching as a playful smile took his features. He gave a gentle shrug as he turned into the parking lot where the others from their lecture were waiting.

Stanfill had arranged another lab that was required if (Y/N) wanted any chance of passing her final, even though she promptly forgot about it after class was dismissed on Monday. Lucky for her, Harry was the best at remembering these kinds of things and reminded her the night before and offered to pick her up, leaving her in a giddy mood for the first time going into a lab.

"You know, now that I think about it," Harry mused, pursing his lips in feigned thought, "Sounds about right."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as Harry parked in a spot far away from the rest of their peers, the off campus building that Stanfill chose for their labs towering in front of them.

"You're annoying, but I would have failed this class so long ago without you," (Y/N) laughed, eager to clasp Harry's hand in hers again now that he didn't need it to drive.

"I jus' keep y'on track, y'do the rest," Harry countered, happily giving over his hand that was quickly cuddled between her two.

With the sun peering in through the window, Harry was backlit with a buttery glow from the star acting as his aura. His hair framed his face in waving strands, pieces curling around the rim of his glasses he had preemptively perched on his nose when he picked her up. The only thing that made the morning sun dim in comparison was the smile curling around his features with his dimples denting into his cheeks in loving dips.

"What?" he asked, his cheeks tinting pink at her attention.

"Nothing," (Y/N) smiled, twining her fingers between his, "Did you want to come over after this? Naomi is hanging out with Trystan and Oliver later, so we can camp out in the living room without having her walk in."

Harry dropped his gaze to their hands, his skin flushing a brighter pink than she had expected. "I—um—I've actually got to film a little after this."

He barely chanced a glance at her through his lashes as he stumbled through his words. The honesty surrounding his job was still something new for the both of them, especially for Harry to openly speak about. That day at his apartment, he had told her he never shared this secret with anyone, not even his best friend Mitch who he felt like he could tell anything to, making this adjustment period a lot more of an adjustment than he realized.

But, (Y/N) didn't want him to feel weird for telling her any of this. "Well, you can come over whenever you're done, if you want? I was planning on ordering some pizza tonight, so we could have dinner if you're able to make it."

Nothing made her happier than the gentle relief that softened his features whenever she treated him as if he really worked the marketing job he had made up for her. Using his hand in her's, he tugged her towards him, meeting her halfway over the center console.

"Thank you," he whispered, the words just a notch above silent as he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, "I'll definitely be over tonight, flower." Harry indulged her in one more soft kiss, his smile felt against her lips before pulling away. "I think we'd better go; 'm pretty sure we're the last people still out here."

"But, Stanfill isn't even he—" Before (Y/N) could finish, with his free hand, Harry pinched her chin and swiveled her head to where Professor Stanfill had parked with familiar faces from their lecture following after him into the building. "Oh."

"Don't sound so sad, you're making me upset," Harry teased, dropping a kiss to her cheek, "It'll be over before you know it—especially since 'm stealing you as m'partner."

(Y/N) couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she followed after him, finally excited about the prospect of a lab now that she knew Harry was going to be there to help her every step of the way. It was him this time that grabbed her hand when they rounded the front of his car, Harry tugging her along to trail after the main group.

"So," he started, playfully bumping his hip against her's, "Are y'gonna watch tonight? M'show, I mean."

Aside from her confession at his apartment, they hadn't talked much about the fact she was one of his viewers, leaving (Y/N) with a bubbling heat to fill her veins at the nonchalant way he asked.

"Maybe," she teased, mimicking his light-hearted tone, "Are you going to make it good?"

"You'll know if y'tune in, sweetheart."

Oh.

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"Harry, do we have to? You can just tutor me later."

(Y/N) felt his pulse pick up from where she had her lips pressed against his neck. Her physics textbook was long forgotten, having fallen into a heap on the floor when she accidentally kicked it off her bed as she moved to sit in Harry's lap. It was his fault—really! He had been the one to start up the game with her.

He had promised he would reward her with kisses after every successful material review, and after every question on their homework she answered correctly. She could argue that he should know by now how distracting these games could be to her; it was never just one kiss, one minute of indulgence. (Y/N) took advantage of his nearness every chance she could.

To be fair, she made it through a few rounds of his game before finally caving in, unable to resist the swollen puff of his raspberry lips and the curling mess that his hair was becoming with every pass of her fingers through the strands. That's how she found herself sat astride his lap, thighs split to fit his hips with her fingers tangled in the front of his sweater and her lips working over the flushed skin of his neck.

"Flower, we—" he gasped, his breathy voice wavering, "I thought y'were nervous for Friday's test? W-We've still got the back page to finish."

"We always have tomorrow to study," she pleaded, her thighs tensing around his lap when his grip on her waist tightened, "Why can't we do this for a little while, instead?" When she didn't receive any response, her desperation turned up a notch. "Please, Harry?"

Her begging finally drew a reaction from him in the shape of his warm hands abandoning her waist and coming up to cradle her cheeks in his palms. A shift appeared in his demeanor, the lines of his body growing sturdy as he took control.

"C'mere then, and kiss me properly."

(Y/N) didn't hesitate before she melted into him, willing to move in whatever position he wanted. She hummed into his mouth as he pet his thumbs over the height of her cheekbones, sealing his mouth onto hers in languid motions. He guided her through the kiss with her bottom lip tucked between his two, sweeping the tip of his tongue gently across the full of the pillow. His hands on her cheeks anchored her to the moment as he pulled her deeper and deeper with every re-angling of his lips and cant of his head.

With her hands on his chest, (Y/N) grappled for a hold as she became breathless the longer he had his mouth buttoned to hers. She swore she felt his heart beating a mile a minute under her palms.

"Harry," she sighed against him, his name sweet on her tongue.

A satisfied smile crooked his lips, the curl almost enough to keep him from properly kissing her before he strengthened the cradle of his hands on her cheeks. Though he had been sampling her taste with his tongue brushing over her bottom lip, with the sigh that slipped from her throat, he took it as an invitation to taste her in heavy sweeps. He snuck his tongue into her mouth, playing with her own before indulging in her fragrance. With every kiss, it felt like he was stealing the breath from her lungs, leaving a honey-thick glaze to drip through (Y/N)'s system that urged her to cling to him like he was the oxygen she was seeking.

Harry dropped his hands from her cheeks, finding the rounded curves of her hips with his palms instead. He shifted, bending his knees behind her to make a steadying nest of his limbs around her. At the movement, the rest of their books and notes went tumbling down onto her floor, with the clatter of what (Y/N) was sure was either his or her phone following after. She was momentarily distracted by the ruckus, attempting to pull away from Harry's kiss to make sure none of their things were damaged.

Raising one of his hands from her hips to pinch her chin, Harry stopped her from moving too far. "No," he mumbled, a small shake of his head following after with the tip of his nose nudging hers, "Gotta finish what y’started, flower."

Her concern dissolved like sugar at his words. She only gave a small sigh of his name, or at least the beginning of it before falling back into his kiss. (Y/N) wrapped her arms gently around his neck, her fingertips curling into the baby hairs that were fluffed on the back of his neck. She felt more than comfortable in his arms, his kiss something that was able to soothe her while still pulling the air from her lungs and urging her to beg for more. Her head was up in the clouds, with only thoughts of Harry with every sweep of his tongue across her own. (Y/N) had been lulled into contentment when she felt a glimpse of Harry's teeth against her bottom lip, the bite gentle while sending a sharp shiver to straighten her spine.

(Y/N) repeated the breathy call of his name, Harry happily swallowing the note with his own mouth as he soothed the bite with his tongue and affectionate kisses.

"Yeah, flower? 'M right here," he teased her, voice a low secret between them.

Her thighs tensed around his hips at the sound of his gravel deep voice with her fingers unconsciously tightening in his hair. From her vantage point on his lap, she was suddenly aware of the tent in his trousers underneath her. She couldn't stop herself before sinking deeper on his lap, allowing the bulge to press into her softness through her leggings.

If she thought his kiss was taking her breath away, nothing prepared her for the light-headed quality that settled over her at the feel of his cock against her core.

Harry seemed to sense she needed a moment to collect herself before she passed out in his arms. He dragged his mouth away from hers, his swollen lips trailing over her jawline before picking tender spots on her neck to lap and bite at.

"You know," he started, voice muffled against a particularly tender patch of skin behind her ear she could tell he was sucking a mark into, "I've thought about y'before filming or starting a show to get hard."

(Y/N) felt as if she had traded places with Harry, becoming the easily jostled one as he was now the man she had come to know through her computer screen. This was H teasing her and telling her just how much he desired her body.

Sucking in a deep breath, (Y/N)'s head fell back. Her back arched with her hair tumbling down behind her, breasts pushed against the broad of Harry's chest. Her hands in his hair had reflexively ran through the strands, tightening in the curls in hopes of steadying her racing heart.

"Really?" she squeaked out, her eyes fluttering shut at the idea of him picturing her before the shows she got off to.

"Mhm," he hummed, a smug smile felt against her skin as he dotted his lips against the lovebite he no doubt curated behind her ear. He slid down her neck, finding the tender curve that slipped into her shoulder before sinking his teeth into the flesh. "Made getting through them really easy," he murmured, voice fanning over her heated skin, "Would have been even easier if I had known I was talking to the girl of m'dreams during—even if it was through a screen."

The fact that she had tuned into his shows wasn't something that was brought up very seriously between them. Harry more liked to tease her, prodding her with sly remarks about how he knew just what she liked, asking if she was going to be watching his show that night, or whatever he could to bring a warmth to her skin and a bashful drop to her features. She'd never heard him bring it up so seriously; she'd never heard him confess to liking the fact that she used to watch him. The idea made her thighs clench and something deep in her core to tighten.

She couldn't stop herself before (Y/N) was dragging her hips over his in slow runs, the motions minute enough that it was more torturous that relieving. Harry seemed more than pleased with her reaction. His hand that had been stationed on her neck traced down the side of her form in a lingering run. He followed the swell of her breast and the curve of her waist before landing on the thick of her thigh. His arm around her waist locked in place as he pulled away from the matching lovebite he was pressing into a new spot on her neck.

"Hang onto me, sweetheart," he murmured, dipping his head to press his cheek against hers.

Without question, (Y/N) followed his instruction, looping her arms around his neck just a moment before having her world flipped around in one swift motion. Whatever other study materials had been clinging to her bed were effectively dismissed, leaving the full of her bed to the two of them. (Y/N) was left with her back pressed into her mattress, tufts of her duvet waving around her like clouds with Harry hovering above her like an angel with swollen lips and hungry eyes.

Harry didn't waste a second before resuming the art he was making on her neck, colorful splotches forming an embedded necklace in her skin. "You're s'fucking hot, (Y/N)," he groaned into the dip of her collarbone, "I couldn't get y'out of m'head when I was in front of the camera."

She keened into him, hitching her leg around his hip with her arms still stationed around his neck. "Harry, I—"

His teeth sinking into her skin effectively cut her off, the sharp glint freezing her muscles before allowing a burning relief to pump through her system. A much too satisfied smirk took over Harry's features, the lopsided curve felt clearly through the tender patch of skin he was paying his attention to.

"What was that, sweetheart? Y'want to tell me something?"

With her mouth open in a slight gape, (Y/N) floundered for her words. She barely got out the syllables of his name before her thoughts died on her tongue, leaving him to fight off a smug smile pressed into her skin. All she could concentrate on was the feel of his hands plucking at the hem of her hoodie, slipping underneath the fabric to land on the bones of her hips. His fingers curled around her form, his thumbs petting over her pelvis.

"Y'want to know what I would think about when I got myself off? Want to know all the things I wished I could do with you?"

She gave out a gasp as he bit at the soft skin of her neck, her hands reaching to grasp tightly at his shoulders. She nodded her head in short jerks, eyes fluttering shut.

A breathy laugh fanned over her skin, (Y/N) able to imagine just the self-satisfied smile that Harry was surely sporting. "I used to think about you," he mused, adjusting his grip on her hips to slide his fingers into the waist of her leggings, "about filming with you."

He tucked his fingertips under the tight fabric of her pants, the spandex curling over itself under the force of his hands. The blunt of his nails slid smoothly over her thighs the further down he pushed the fabric. (Y/N) wasn't even sure what her body was reacting to when her stomach clenched and her hands on his shoulders tightened to a piercing grip: his words or his touch?

"F-Filming with me?" she whispered, voice broken under the weight of her pleasure.

"Mhm," Harry hummed, abandoning the string of lovebites he made to decorate her neck and sliding to lay between her spread legs. His feet hung off the edge of her small bed, the same bed she had unknowingly fantasized about him in after watching his H character on screen. "I wanted to have a video of you all for myself. See what it looked like when I took care of you."

Before she realized it, Harry had her leggings off her body and balled up in a pile on the floor as he sat on his knees before her. She was left in only her panties, the weighted air that was developing around the room coming to lay over her. Using his solid grip on her legs, he raised her ankles to be level with his face. A sidelong glance was delivered in her direction as Harry dipped his head down and pressed small kisses to the bones of her ankles, his hands following after as he slowly worked his way upwards to lay on his stomach between her thighs. He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin, his nose skimming along as he kept his eyes trained on her face.

"I thought about this," he murmured, words smeared against the inside of her thigh as his hands squeezed the flare of her hips, "Having y'there with me, legs spread for me jus' like this." He fiddled with the waistline of her panties, tugging at the delicate seams that stitched the satin together. With his eyes still watching for her reactions, gazing at her through the frame of his lashes, Harry moved to plant a gentle kiss on the base of her stomach, just above the line of her underwear.

(Y/N)'s tummy jumped at the tickling feel of his kiss, her breath catching in her throat. The curls of his hair worked as their own stimulant, brushing over her skin in feather-light brushes that made her skin feel tight under his attention. Her hands had since retreated to the tufts of duvet around her, leaving her to clench the fabric roughly between her fingers.

"Harry, I—Please," she gasped, unsure of anything else other than she wanted him to keep going.

A breathy laugh fell from his lips, his amusement fanning across her heated skin. "Everyone would get to see how gorgeous y'are. How pretty y'look with me. They'd see how good y'are for me, too."

(Y/N) almost wanted to whine when he pulled his face away from the apex of her thighs, watching as he moved to lay his head with his cheek pressed into the plush of her thigh. For the first time since situating himself between her legs, Harry's eyes drifted from her own to land on one of his hands playing with her panties. He looked so casual in his position, as if he wasn't playing a teasing game with her.

"Were these expensive, sweetheart?"

She blanched at his sudden subject change, dropping her gaze to where he tugged at her underwear with complete focus. "No, b—"

"Are these your favorite?"

"N-no, wh—"

Before she could finish any of her questions, Harry fisted his hands around the seams of her underwear and snapped the thread holding it all together. The misshapen fabric lay in tatters before he tugged it away from her body and threw it to join the pile of her leggings.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of him, his muscles clear even under the layer of his hoodie concealing his form. While she knew this was Harry—all of the teasing remarks and strong points of dominance—she still couldn't believe this was her Harry. He used to blush every time she looked at him and struggled with holding her hand for a month, and now he was ripping her panties because he couldn't wait even a second longer to see all of her.

He didn't waste a second before he dipped his head and pressed small kisses to her hips, his hands rucking up her hoodie to settle in the curve of her waist. "I thought about this all the time," he murmured, words dripping over her skin like honey though it was never enough to quell any of the tightness in her tummy, "Getting to take y'like this. Have everyone see how perfect y'are and how much I adore you. You'd be the star."

(Y/N) hadn't realized her eyes had fluttered closed until she felt his hands reaching for hers in the bundles of bedding around her. He gently took her wrists, startling her into blinking her bleary eyes open. He brought her hands to slip into his hair and anchor her to the moment, his gaze matching hers through the crown of his lashes. His warmth radiated into her palms, giving her another thing to focus on that was just Harry.

Harry kissed his way from her hips to her core, "What do y'think, flower? Haven't got a lot to say right now, do you?"

There was just a ghost of a smug smile on his lips before he settled further into her mattress and pressed a smearing kiss to her clit. (Y/N) jumped in her spot, ill-prepared for the jolt that went up her spine at the feel of his lips on her pussy. She was grateful for the hold she had on his hair, especially when the tug she gave elicited a rumbling groan from the back of his throat. He had to fight to keep his eyes open as she felt his tongue swipe through her folds, the tip parting her slit and allowing him a taste. His arms wrapped around her thighs from underneath, giving Harry a grip along the sensitive inside as her legs pillowed his head.

"Hm, sweetheart?" he prodded, his voice feeling heavy on her wetness.

"I—oh my god—What about your face?" she gasped, unsure of what exactly was coming out of her mouth, "Pe-People would see you."

Though he had pressed her for a response, Harry didn't interrupt himself for even a second to answer her. He flattened his tongue against her clit and nuzzled into her, nose skimming her mound. Her thighs tensed in his hands, her muscles bunching together before he dipped his tongue lower and prodded at her clenching opening. He stroked her in tight runs with the broad of his tongue, lapping through her folds. His arms around her legs allowed him to press her tightly against his face, his nose buried against her clit with his chin growing wet with her slick.

Harry pulled away with a deep breath, his eyes never leaving the mess he was making between her legs. His face glistened in the lowlight of her bedroom as he abandoned his hold on one of her thighs and traced his fingers around her pussy. (Y/N)'s toes curled into the bedding that surrounded his sides, her own bucking up against his fingers.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart," he mumbled, voice raw and breathless, "I don't care if they see me—I don't care as long as its with you."

(Y/N) had almost forgotten what he was talking about having had her lungs squeezed of air and thoughts left tainted with only one name. But, the reminder that he wanted to film her—film himself eating her out—tugged at the knot in her stomach and further tangled her nerve-endings.

"Oh my—Harry," she gasped, fingers tight in his hair.

"Yeah?" he smiled, a smug curl to his lips, "Y'like that idea, sweetheart? Want to be my video girl and have everyone see jus' how well I take care of you?"

She wasn't even aware she was nodding her head until Harry breathed a laugh against her, his fingers still prodding and poking in teasing runs at her pussy. She never thought she'd be into something like that, honestly, never having had the desire to film herself doing anything intimate. But the way Harry described it, like it was a dedication to how much he adores her and a way to show off how well she was taken care of, changed everything. It didn't feel so dirty the way he talked about it.

Maybe it was nothing other than the lust glazing her mind, but (Y/N) almost wished there was a camera on them now to record the first time they indulge themselves in one another.

"You're so cute, flower—makes me want to fuck y'so hard," Harry laughed into her skin.

He dotted a single kiss to the inside of her thigh before ducking into her pussy. He brought his lips to her clit, kissing at the bud and lapping with his tongue while two of his fingers edged at her opening. She felt him everywhere, surrounded by every bit of his presence. If only she could kiss him at the same time, but she figured his efforts were better spent elsewhere.

"You're not gonna tell me, sweetheart?" he teased, referencing his question that still had no answer. His lips smeared over her clit, muffling his words, "That's okay. Y'can tell me later how much y'love it when y'can think properly again."

(Y/N) wanted to be embarrassed with how out of it she was, how she wasn't able to form much of a thought with Harry all over her, but she had much more pleasant things to worry about.

Harry shuffled on the bed between her legs, taking his fingers from her for just a second so he could throw her legs over his shoulders. "Ready, flower?" he hummed, taking his two fingers and prodding at her tight entrance.

"Please, please," (Y/N) whined, breathless as she chanced a look at him. She barely caught the edge of his self-satisfied smile before he dipped his head and worked his tongue through her folds and over her clit just as he slipped his fingers inside.

It was a snug fit, (Y/N) realized, his fingers much larger than her own that she had been utilizing for the better part of the last year. She keened at the contact, his fingertips expertly finding the spongy spot by her entrance others had struggled to find even after multiple sessions with her. Her gasping breaths attempted to form the sound of his name as he sucked her clit between his lips while his fingers inside her curled against her spot, but she barely got past the first syllable before it died on her tongue. Her toes curled against his back and hips bucked into his face, Harry moaning against her form with each show of pleasure she made.

With a particularly harsh stroke of his fingers, Harry lingered on the soft spot on her walls, circling his fingertips over the delicate flesh as best he could through her tightness. Along with the feel of his nose buried in her wetness and her clit tucked between his lips, (Y/N) didn't know how much longer she was going to last.

"Harry!" she cried, her back arching with her breasts brushing against the cotton lining the inside of her hoodie, "I—Oh, I'm—"

"Yeah, 'm right here, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath coming out in pants the few times he managed to pull away, "That your spot? Did I find it?"

Harry didn't let up for even a second now that he got her sloppy confirmation, her panting breaths and bucking hips enough to tell him everything he needed to know. Each thrust of his fingers inside was just foreplay for the moment he made contact with the spongy spot, taking every moment of reprieve from (Y/N) until she was close enough to the edge she worried she was going to explode.

He sucked tightly at her clit before popping off, a wet noise resounding from his lips. "Y'close, sweetheart? I can feel y'squeezing me."

"Uh-huh," she whined, nodding her head with her hair a messy halo laid out on her pillow, "So close."

"Gonna make y'cum so hard, flower," he bragged, stopping the strokes of his fingers until he was focused solely on massaging her g-spot.

The constant attention on her soft spot, along with the feel of smearing kisses and dragging sucks placed on her clit was enough to elevate (Y/N) to another level she had never been on. It felt like her body was squeezing everything out of her: the air in her lungs, the tears in her ducts, and the slick that dripped from inside her. Harry's fingers kept her plugged though she worried for the burst that was bound to happen.

"H-Harry, wait," she breathed, her grip on his hair weak now that she was focused on keeping everything in though it begged to burst out of her, "It's t-too much, hold on."

Harry only shook his head, his tongue lapping over her clit before pulling away with a pop. "No, 's okay, sweetheart. Keep going, jus' let it out, yeah? Don't hold it in."

"B-But—"

"Cum for daddy, sweetheart."

Something triggered in her the second she had heard the words she had only heard through her speakers before then. She allowed her body to both clench and release at the same time; her lungs were left empty, her voice broken, with tears leaking from the corner of her eyes while the rest of her body was left with tightly coiled muscles. Harry pulled his fingers from her pussy, leaving one last place for her to release.

(Y/N) couldn't keep track of everything she was feeling as her vision descended to a white glare behind her eyelids. The only reason she knew Harry was still with her was the fact she could feel his hair between her fingers and the faint feeling of his breath washing over her slit. He hadn't been joking when he told her he was going to make her cum hard.

Her fingers and toes felt sore as she came down, the appendages having been curled so tightly that her bones felt brittle as she released the position. Air came to her in deep pants and choked sighs though she struggled to open her eyes at all. Cooling tear tracks could be felt dripping from the seams of her eyes and into her hairline. She was sensitive to everything.

Especially the feel of Harry pressing wanton kisses to her pussy, even though she was clearly out of commission for the rest of the night.

"Harry, st-stop," she croaked out, using the leverage she held in his hair to pull him back, "I'm too—It's too much."

Managing to finally peel her eyes open, she peeked down at him through her hazy vision. Her heart stopped when she caught sight of the drips falling from his chin, his cheeks and nose shining in the same slick that glazed his lips. Even the collar of his hoodie was darkened and damp with what (Y/N) was too scared to admit was from her.

All the while, the lopsided smile on Harry's face never wavered, satisfaction coloring his features.

"I made y'squirt."

Her mouth fell in a gape, drawing her hands from his hair to bundle at her middle as she felt shy all of the sudden. She wished she could close her thighs, conceal Harry's view, but she knew better than to try with him still between her.

"I-I... Harry, I've never," she floundered, her voice just a hair above a whisper.

"I know." His hands massaged at her thighs, the sensitive insides left coated in slick and dripping just like her core.

She was mortified. (Y/N) didn't even know her body could do something like that, but of course the first time it happens is all over Harry's face. No one liked a face full of cum without warning.

"I'm so sorry, I-I can't believe th—"

"Why are y'sorry, silly?" Harry laughed, pressing a goodbye kiss to the inside of her thigh before abandoning the space between her legs. He fit his hips against her's, uncaring of the wetness that was no doubt going to stain his sweatpants. He settled in above her with a grin on his lips, dimples deep in his shining cheeks. Swiping a hoodie covered hand over the bottom half of his face, Harry wiped away the remains of her dripping arousal, "I don't know why you're apologizing to me. I was trying to do that—I liked it."

"You were?" she murmured, eyes rounding out as she gazed up at him.

"Mhm," he hummed, reading to cradle her cheek with his clean hand, "Y'think that happened on accident?"

"I just...I never thought I could do that," she breathed, sinking into the bed below her.

"Hm," Harry hummed, feigning a guise of thought, "We'll jus' have to find out what else y'can do then, won't we?"

"I guess so," she laughed, her eyes fluttering closed as she fisted his hoodie in her palms.

Harry dropped a short kiss to her lips, the contact innocent despite what had just transpired between them. She could feel his smile through the kiss, Harry lingering for just a second before slowly detangling himself from her. "Ny's still out, right?"

"Yeah, why?" she yawned, finally closing her legs now that he wasn't blocking her from doing so.

"'M going to grab something to clean y'up with. I'll be right back, flower."

(Y/N) only nodded her head and sighed as she settled in her bedding. She felt warm all over, from the tips of her aching toes to the messy hair at the top of her head. Her skin was bare, but she felt the cover of Harry's affection seeping into her bones and swathing her like a blanket or his arms around her body.

Harry returned moments later, stripped from his hoodie to leave the white t-shirt he had on underneath the only thing covering his torso. His face was clean and fresh looking, with only the smallest smears of wetness darkening his grey sweatpants revealing what had happened not even ten minutes earlier. A damp flannel was held in his hand as he toed away her discarded clothes that littered the floor.

"Stay still for me, love," he mumbled to her as he dropped to his knees at the edge of her bed. He gently pried her thighs open, his hands soft and tender as he moved her. He kept her steady when she jumped at the first contact with the washcloth, a stutter in her breath occurring. "Y'feel alright? I didn't push y'too hard, did I? I know y'asked me to slow down, but I knew it would feel so good for y'if I kept going."

"No, no," she shook her head, playing with the strings on her hoodie as she peeked down at him, "I just wasn't expecting it that's all. It felt good."

(Y/N) became hyper aware of the fact he still hadn't cum tonight when something hungry flashed over his eyes. "Can't wait to see y'do it again," he murmured, his eyes fixing to where he was cleaning her up.

"Not tonight," she laughed, twirling the hoodie string over her finger, "I don't know if you could tell, but I think I'm out of order for the rest of the night. And, we need to do some laundry before Ny comes home, I think."

"Maybe," he smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of her knee before standing to the full of his height, "All clean. Let me grab y'some clothes."

(Y/N) directed him to one of her drawers in her dresser, where a pair of burgundy sweats were folded on top. She expected him to go hunting for another pair of underwear for her, only for him to resume his position at her feet and help her into the comfortable pants.

"Ready?" he asked once he had the elastic waistband tucked against her hips.

"Mhm, thank you," (Y/N) smiled, sitting up though her posture was still a bit shaky.

A crooked smile took Harry's features as he looked up at her. "Can I have a kiss before we start some laundry?"

With her hands cradling his cheeks, (Y/N) happily pressed her lips against his own. The kiss was tender and sweet, the polar opposite to the person he was between her legs.

But, she knew that was still her Harry, no matter what side decided to share with her.

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It was routine now the way (Y/N) consistently copied off of Harry's notes. She didn't even bother listening to Stanfill anymore now that she had a much more competent teacher beside her.

Harry was always well aware of her wandering eyes finding his paper. He never failed to give her a good view of his notes and let her take a lingering peek whenever there was something longer he had written down. But, Harry was still much faster than she was typing in her version of his notes, allowing him to be almost a full page ahead of her at any given time.

That was why she hadn't even noticed he had stopped taking proper notes, until she came to the section he was working on. The heading was titled with her name, a rudimentary heart floating in the space beside it. Underneath was a list of compliments and suggestions he had for how they should use their free time after class.

-you look really pretty.

-after this, we should hide in your car for a little while and kiss before you go home. and I know you're going to tell me no because you don't want me to be late to class, but I don't care.

-I adore you

When she peeked up to look at him, a warmth blooming behind her cheeks, she found Harry facing forward with his teeth biting back his smile. His face was dusted into a light pink when he felt her eyes on him, dimples denting deeper into his cheeks. He'd been waiting for her to notice.

"You know," (Y/N) whispered, reaching across to be level with his ear, "We could kiss right now. Why wait til after class."

Though he was smiling, his blush climbing to the tips of his ears, he hushed her. "Don't tempt me," he warned, though (Y/N) figured it wasn't much of an unappealing threat.

Nonetheless, she pressed a quick kiss to his heated cheek, just at the very corner of his lips.

"(Y/N)..."

"Do we have any questions back there, Mr. Styles?"

Stanfill's voice boomed throughout the lecture hall, Harry straightening his posture at the sound. He didn't lose the glowing smile on his lips, (Y/N) noticed, the curl only growing when he reached across and settled his hand on her thigh under the cover of the table.

"No, sir."

Even when Professor Stanfill hmph'd and continued on with his monotonous lecture, (Y/N) couldn't look away from the blushing boy beside her. To think she had dreamed about him for months—all facets of him—and now he was hers.

Maybe she did like her Physics class.

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omg its all over:( I really really hope everyone enjoyed reading along w me and thank u so much for sticking with me and loving this story as much I do thank you so much!!!!! sorry for any mistakes and if you have ideas ideas for what kind of blurbs you want for them or any other series please send them in!!

los dos crushes más grandes q tuve los combinaste en este escrito. GRACIAS UMA

JUST A LITTLE CRUSH

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | ACTRESS!YN

Summary: Harry and Y/N are costars in Dunkirk and they are off to a good start, the only downside is that she has a boyfriend, and who that boyfriend is.

W/N: okay! just a few things you guys need to know: Y/N is argentinian, which means she's latina and she'll talk in spanish sometimes but don't worry, i'll always put the translation next to it!! and camila morrone is her faceclaim but you know i always write a neutral reader. AND you know how this works, it's like SF, gangrry and nerdrry (wow, that's a lot): blurbs, concepts and one shots requested by YOU! hope you enjoy this, love u <3

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Y/N was very excited about this role.

She'd worked for big movies and franchises, but she still got excited every time she got a new one.

She remembers when she first told her dad she wanted to do this, she was eight years old, and they were still living in Argentina before they had to move because of her mom's job.

"Cuando crezca quiero ser actriz, actuar con el chico lindo de la peli del barco." When I grow up, I wanna be an actress, to act with that boy from the movie of the ship.

Her father looked at her sideways, and laughed. "Leonardo Dicaprio?"

She nodded furtively, and he shook his head. "No creo que llegues así de lejos, Y/N. En Argentina es raro que alguien sea internacional." I don't think you'll get that far, Y/N. In Argentina it's rare for someone to go international.

Sure, her father nearly went into cardiac arrest when she started dating Leonardo Dicaprio fourteen years later. They've been together for six months, and Y/N swears she's never been happier in her life.

But then why when she first saw Harry she felt like something was missing?

She obviously knew who he was, she remembers the hype One Direction caused in Argentina in 2014, but she never thought she'd see him in person. Until she arrived on the set of Dunkirk hand in hand with her boyfriend, and Styles was ready to show off his acting chops.

Harry also knew who she was, he'd seen a couple of her movies and loved them. He waited for the great Leonardo Dicaprio to turn away from her to speak to Christopher Nolan, and there was nothing like hearing her thick accent to sweeten his ears.

"Hey, you're Y/N Y/L/N." He immediately cringes at his words, but she still laughs and shakes his hand.

"And you're Harry Styles."

He felt stupid for getting excited because she knew who he was, but he made a mental note to watch all of her movies once he got to the hotel.

Y/N looked at him silently, and sighed. "Eh... you're the selfish soldier, right?"

She smiles when she hears him laugh, and Harry scratches his nose with his index finger before replying. "Yeah. And you're the infiltrator, right?"

Right.

Y/N's role was about a woman who infiltrated in the army to go fight in Dunkirk, she had to cut her hair at the nape of her neck to disguise that she was a man, and she had to work hard to make sure no one suspected. If she gave it her all, maybe this role would get her an Emmy nomination.

"Yes, I miss my long hair though." The Argentinian says, scratching the back of her neck.

"I miss mine too."

The two laugh and chat for a while longer. Y/N can finally understand why everyone had an obsession with him, he was so much cuter and nicer in person, and they seemed to have chemistry which was important for their scenes together. She was excited, wanted to know more about him.

Harry felt a tingle in his fingertips as they talked, she exuded humility and charisma, he knew Argentinians were like that, but now he could experience it firsthand. He felt ashamed, he knew she was in a happy relationship, so he would settle for just being her friend.

"Okay, I gotta go to the make-up trailer." Y/N says, clenching the strap of her purse between her hands.

The green-eyed boy nods. "Yeah, that's fine."

The Latina smiles, and starts walking away backwards. "Chau, Harry." Bye.

He swears his name never sounded so good without that intense H in his name, and he gives her the love and peace sign, watching her walk away to go to her phenomenal and perfect boyfriend.

That night, he watches all her movies at the hotel. And secretly, while her boyfriend slept next to her, she listened to all his songs with her headphones. First time they've seen each other and they're already causing problems, this was bad.

But there was no chance that she'd leave Leonardo Dicaprio for him, so Harry continues ignoring this stupid crush on an actress, and she sleeps cuddled with her boyfriend.

It was just a little crush.

they are so hot

I would love to see mlbrry’s reactions to when mama sends him videos or pictures of herself 😏😏😏

So.Fucking.Easy

prompt: ^

warnings: smut

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Happ 2nd Day of Eroda Week 💕

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They’re at a event for the team and Harry, as always is in the spotlight, and he eats it the fuck up with wide smiles and throaty chuckles to the people he’s talking to.

At one point, he’s standing near the bar with a few men and one girl who is making crazy lustful eyes at him (he doesn’t even notice but YN sure as hell does).

It didn’t matter if she had a rock of her finger, a house in both their names, and four of his babies - she was possessive and fuck if that didn’t turn him on.

It’s time to remind him a bit of who he belongs to, she’s sat on a chair near the back of the room - away from the party and pulls out her phone.

She flips through some pictures and videos she took last night before he flew home from San Diego, she knew something like this would come up.

The first picture is explicit - off the start, it’s a shiny blue metallic bullet resting deliciously between her plump folds, her pubic hair grown out a bit and she knew that made him feral.

:readmore:

Harry feels his phone vibrate, pulls it out of his inner suit pocket, and swipes with confusion on his brow - eyes widen like a cartoon character as he looks down at the picture before clicking it off so no one else sees it.

His eyes find hers in mere seconds, when he moves to come to her, she shakes her head and tells him to keep talking to his friends.

Harry’s hand is squeezed tight around the whiskey glass, almost hard enough to crack it as he feels his phone vibrate again.

He has no idea what his colleagues are talking about, the room is fuzzy, and now all he can think about is that picture imprinted in his mind.

This time, he swipes the dimness on his phone until it’s dark and brings the phone closer to his face, it’s another picture.

Her index and middle finger spreading her open, a better view of the small vibrator working against her dewy puffy clit.

Again, he locks his phone and cracks his neck, acting like he’s engaged in the conversation but she can see the arousal creeping up his neck as he swallows hard.

It was just so easy to fuck with him.

When he gets distracted by a big wig coming by and clapping him on the shoulder, YN escapes to the bathroom and locks herself in the single stall.

She’s in a tight, slinky black dress - pulls down the top until her tits spill out and takes a selfie in the mirror - sending it her husband’s way before pulling her top back up.

She wanted to piss him off now.

A bit bummed when she doesn’t get a reply, she startles when there a loud banging on the door, “Open up, now.”

So. Fucking. Easy.

YN decides to play coy, innocent as she replies back, “Occupied!”

The knocks are hard, demanding, she can hear his rings cracking against the wood, “Open this fuckin’ door or I’ll make sure your mouth is occupied the second I see your lips.”

YN flips the lock and steps back, the door bursting open and Harry slamming it shut again, crowds her roughly against the countertop with a hard bite to her lower lips.

“You’re a god damn tease,” He accuses, giving her not time to even breathe before he’s claiming her mouth with a hand gripping the hinge of her jaw to keep her right where he wanted her.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” She manages flippantly through thorough kisses to rile him up even more, hand going to palm at the seam of his dress pants.

“You’re spoiled, I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry laughs gruffly, “Give you s’much attention that that minute I look away from you, you start sendin’ me pictures of y’cunt.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy them,” YN smirks, she’s trying to play it cool but watching her husband’s dark expression and rough movements is make her soaked.

She’s not sure how she landed someone so ducking hot, his sharp jaw clenched, green eyes dilated black, and just the way he loomed over like he was staring at a five course meal.

“Of course I enjoyed ‘em. Be a mad man not to enjoy pictures of m’wife’s pretty pussy,” He retorts, his thumb is pressing into her mouth while the other hand is undoing his belt and then zip, “Knees.”

A zip of electricity shoots through her spinal cord at his deep voice and as soon as she has knelt onto the cold tile - he leans down and carelessly tugs her top down until her tits spill out.

“You know what to do, c’mon. Know you know your way around this cock, mama,” Harry encourages, chin tucked against his chest as he stares down in pure rapt at his fucking gorgeous wife.

She doesn’t waste anytime, gripping his base and taking him into her open mouth with her teeth tucked and tongue licking the underside.

“Fuckin’ hell, doll,” Harry groans - he was being way too loud for the setting, anyway walking by outside could have heard and would have known from his distinguishable voice, “S’right, s’good. Know what belongs to you, hm?”

His rings clink against the stone countertop as he grips it for support, knees weak as she doesn’t shows any mercy - bobbing and slurping with barely any finesse, sloppy and carefree just how he liked.

YN was in a mood though.

She wanted to punish him for leaving her, for spending any time away, even if Harry was more loud about it - YN was just as possessive and needy as her counterpart.

And right when his massive hand reaches to weave into her hair, she pushes him back, and quickly stands, “I don’t think you deserve it. You left me for nearly a week.”

YN’s tone makes it sound like he’d gone off to war for a decade, she brushes past him and pulls up her top as he tries to process what’s going on in his horny stupor.

Right when she’s about to unlock the knob, his hand cups the back of her neck tightly and he’s like a predator, he moves quickly and body checks her again the door - front of her pressed tightly again the wood and cheek squished to the side.

“Yeah? I’ve been such a bad husband, huh?” He taunts, his voice becoming dominant and condescending- rare form for him and she’s dripping from it, “S’not like I’m working so that you can have whatever your spoiled arse wants?”

“You don’t spoil me,” YN lies, just to annoy him and she squeaks in surprise when he bites her shoulder as his hands hike her dress around her hips without an ounce of gentleness.

“Mmm. You begged for me to knock you up over and over again. Which out of the kindness of my heart, I gave you four kids,” Harry’s breathing is becoming deeper, heavier as he tightly massages her cheeks before landing a harsh smack.

“Not like you have everything you’ve ever wanted, anything you want - I’ve fucking bend over backwards to give you,” He grits out as he tugs the lace to the side, “All because you take my cock so well, couldn’t get rid of you. Right, mama?”

If it wasn’t so fucking hot, YN would be laughing hysterically because of the dialogue - it was obvious to everyone how bloody obsessed he was with her for a thousand reasons other than her body.

“Not gonna give it to you now, dickhead,” She grunts, when she struggles to try to push him back - he just presses even more of his warm weight on her.

That earns her three smacks.

The echo of skin hitting skin echoing through the small space followed by a throaty moan from YN.

It was insane how much they still wanted each other after all this time.

“Oh no?” Harry hums with a fake pout, tugging his briefs down again, his hand moving to stroke at his thick, long cock, “Too bad. Missed your pretty cunt. Dream about it when I’m away.”

It shouldn’t make her even wetter but it does, his voice is just so syrupy but yet rough, slow but precise as he thinks carefully about his next words.

“Harry,” YN moans breathily, hands flat against the cold door - she can hear the commotion outside of hundreds of people while she’s getting felt up and spanked by her husband.

He pulls at her hair, light pain prickling at her scalp as his lips brush her ears, “What? Now you want to give it to me? No surprise there. Been on by this cock constantly for the past ten years.”

“P-please,” She responds in frustration, pushing her sore bum back against him and hissing when he finally guides himself in - a welcoming twinge of stretching from a little bit without him.

And Harry can’t keep the ‘tough guy’ act on for very long, especially when his wife gets pliant and sweet for him - limbs becoming more malleable and lazy as she tilts her head back to rest on his shoulder.

“Okay, okay. Shush up now,” He murmurs, lips pressed to her temple as he starts a steady rhythm that’s harsh because they don’t have much time, “Let me enjoy this. Fuck, perfect pussy. Best one I’ve ever had.”

YN musters enough bite to hiss out when he presses her harder against the door, “Only one you’ve ever had, don’t forget that.”

“How could I?” He huffs out a laugh, a bit of sweat beading at his brow as he reaches around to thumb harshly at her clit, “Been obsessed with fucking you since the first time you let me.”

“Hurry up,” She moans impatiently, pushing back to met his thirsts, the sound of her bum hitting his pelvis resounding through the room.

Harry can’t help but deliver a few extra powerful stroke as punishment for her attitude but it does the opposite, he hits her spot every single time and it’s not long before she’s letting her forehead meet the wood of the door and letting out a high-pitched moan as she comes.

“There we go. You know s’all for me, yeah?” He coos, letting up on his rubs when she grasps his wrist and halts his movements, “Gonna let fill you up?”

Jesus. Harry was filthy tonight.

“Please,” YN begs pathetically as she drops her weight back on him, he moves to grip her hips and pounds in for another moment before letting out a entirely way too loud moan as he comes.

“Fuck, mama,” Harry groans with a exhausted chuckle, his hand massaging at the little plush of her belly as he catching his breath.

“Mm, this is why I’m not worried when those girls come up to you. Just as needy for me as the day that you first got to stick it in,” She giggles, allowing Harry to wipe her up with a damp paper towel, hand on his shoulder.

His face is pink, the rosiness of his cheeks and the curls slicked against his temple where a dead give away, not to mention how swollen and bright his lips were.

“Never get tired of you, sweet girl. Let’s get home, go see the babies and get a shower. I like when y’get a bit wild like this, give me some material for when I’m alone in the hotel rooms.”

-

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i have an idea for gangrry

what if one of Harry’s old one night stands sees y/n with harry and warns her that he’s just gonna use her for sex like he did with her and y/n is just like he’s my husband and father of my kids 😐✋

Irrevocably Hers

prompt: ^^

warnings: mentions of drugs, abortion, child neglect

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YN and Harry were with his associates at one of the higher end cigar bars on the north side of London and it was nearly one in the morning.

The babies were tucked away safely at home with their trusted nanny and team of security but they didn’t like leaving them for too long.

It was a deal for a large quantity of weapons from off the coast of Greece.

YN was being the typical eye-candy distraction so no one found their dealings suspicious, it was hard to pay attention to anything other than the beautiful woman in a sexy red cutout dress ***.

When the foreign men get up to order another round for the table, YN saunters over to her husband, and smiles when his ringed hand automatically cups the back of her neck possessively.

“You look like a fucking wet dream tonight, darlin’. Y’gonna put out tonight? Let me fuck you till you cry?” He rasps quietly, his eyes constantly darting to ensure their security.

YN’s voice is low, so no one else could have a chance at hearing, “Do…do you think the babies are okay? Olive was so fussy before we left. I’m just anxious that they’re okay.”

“Brat, our babies are fine. I have the security cameras connected m’phone and I’ve been checking on them every couple of minutes,” He tells her lowly, his thumb rubbing the ridge of her spine to soothe her.

And he wasn’t lying, when she looks down - his phone is on his lap and the screen is dimly lit with a view of their twins cribs as they sleep safely and soundly.

It was just….YN had to still pinch herself at what a good father her husband was to their children from a man who swears that he’s never felt love for anyone before YN - he’s changed so much.

-

“Can you leave me alone?” YN hisses at him, shoving him back and storming down the dark corridor of the club.

“Get the fuck back here,” Harry barks with irritation, storming after the girl to grip her shoulder and pull her backwards.

She whips around, a open palm connecting with his check, “Don’t touch me.”

And it has him shoving her against the wall, making the framed pictures shake as their nearly nose to nose, “Tell me where y’put my god damn keys, I know y’stole ‘em. I need to leave.”

“Why? Have a wife and baby at home?” YN scoffs, eyes blazing with irritation and challenge - but she’s not trying to get away - their lips are almost touching.

Harry let’s out a low laugh, “Fuck that. I’ll never have a wife and kid to go home to. Love doesn’t fuckin’ exist and I’d rather shoot myself than have a kid.”

-

Little did he know that a few years later he would have two little clones of himself at home that he loved unconditionally and would die for at any given moment to protect.

He learned love through YN teaching him that if existed, even when she doubted it did at some points.

Harry didn’t understand (or really want to) how people loved so many others - he had his wife and his two babies and that’s all he needed.

“See? They’re perfect, know I’d never let anythin’ happen to them,” He reminds her, grip on her neck tightening to pull her in for a rough kiss before the men arrive back and she pulls back, fluttering her eyes at them.

“I could have gotten those drinks for you!” YN remarks with an airy, overly generous tone as she smiles like they’re the most impressive men on earth.

“Don’t hurt yourself, dear. Just stay there and look pretty,” One of the men simpers with a congested chuckle as Harry has to hold back his protectiveness.

“Yes sir,” She nods with a faux giggle, running her hand over the man’s shoulder before she leans over to whisper in his ear, “I appreciate the compliment.”

The older man definitely appreciates the feel of her breasts on his back and her lips near ear as she keeps eye contact with her husband.

His jaw is clenched, watching intently as his wife’s fingers deftly dip down into the man’s suit pocket to snatch his phone before quickly standing up and hiding it behind her back.

Harry is always impressed by his wife’s skills, he had to constantly swallow down the urge to grab and mark her up during these types of meetings but he would save that for later.

“Would you leave us the fuck alone, bitch?” Harry barks out to YN, men unaware they were married - thought Harry had just brought some arm candy.

“Sorry, Diablo,” She murmurs obediently, moving to head back to the bar to resume her position.

He can’t help but smack her arse with a bit of force before shaking his head to the men, playing the role, “Atleast she’s got a nice arse, pathetic girl.”

They agree, like the disgusting pigs they are, and YN can’t wait for her repayment when they get home - Harry acting this way during their meetings towards her meant soft, loving time together later.

YN takes her place back at the bar, slipping the phone into her purse before she orders another drink - just a sprite.

A beautiful, leggy brunette saddles up next to her at the bar, ordering a cosmo before she looks YN up and down with a judgemental stare.

“Are you Harry’s bed warmer this week?” The girl smiles with a condescending lift in her voice as she sips her alcohol.

YN raises her eyebrow, trying to swallow down a rude remark back but instead just plays clueless, “Oh, you know him?”

The girl kisses the back of her teeth, a stormy look passing over her face, “Not anymore. A few years back, we hooked up once at a club but he’s an asshole. You better watch it, he’s just going to use you to get off and then move on to the next one.”

“Maybe you two just didn’t connect?” YN offers, still playing dumb as she watches out of the corner of her eyes as Harry finishes up the deal - shaking hands and standing up.

Legs laughs in disbelief, “If we didn’t connect, you two definitely wouldn’t. He’s going to use you and drop like he always has done. He’s just a scumbag.”

YN is absolutely delighted when Harry steps up to the two of them, he hates having to treat his wife like that during their schemes despite how they originally treated each other.

His tattooed hand comes to her jaw, pulling her in for an explicit kiss in front of the brunette. He doesn’t hold back, tongue slipping into her mouth to show her who he belongs to.

“Can I fuckin’ help you?” Harry barks at the girl who’s staring at them - he doesn’t recognize her at all and doesn’t care to.

“I was just telling your new girl of the week that you’re gonna use her for sex and drop her,” She shrugs, trying to puff her chest out with fake confidence.

Harry’s eyes light up with a secret humor that he shares with his wife, he looks at YN and grins wickedly, “Hear that brat? I guess I need t’drop you.”

“I must be a record, five years is a long time for a bed warmer,” YN giggles, welcoming her husband’s hand resting on her inner thigh.

“Can’t help it, y’got the best cunt I’ve ever been in,” He shrugs crudely, his other hand coming up to thumb at her bottom lip, “Never had m’cock sucked as well as you do it.”

YN bites just thumb - making his eyes darkening with desire as he wants to shove two fingers in her mouth to press on her tongue to make her gag.

“Guess that’s why you married me, huh?” She sighs dramatically, gathering her purse over her shoulder and hopping off the stool.

The girl’s mouth is gape open, eyes widening in utter surprise as Harry takes her hand, intertwining them before saying one last thing to the brunette.

“And how about you mind your own business? Don’t ever speak t’my wife again. Just because you aren’t anything near special doesn’t mean you need t’be so desperate,” Harry chuckles meanly before turning away without another glance.

When they’re out of earshot, on their way to the vallet, YN mutters, twinged with a bit of irritation, “She said you two hooked up in a club bathroom.”

As they’re waiting for their car to be pulled around, Harry can’t help but huff in a bit of disbelief at his wife’s disgruntled tone.

“I don’t fuckin’ remember her. Cut it with the jealously, yeah? You know I belong to you. You act like you didn’t dance with arse naked in a club f’years for people.”

Now who has jealously in their words?

“Doesn’t mean I slept with any of them,” She quips, she did not sleep with any men she had ever met at the club…except for Harry.

“You gonna sleep with me?” His voice is dangerously low, his hand slips through the cutout of her dress to palm at her belly, “Yeah, y’gonna put out tonight. Right brat?”

YN wants to roll her eyes at how turned on he’s making himself but she kisses his jaw softly and shrugs, “If you think you deserved it. You smacked my bum and called me a bitch.”

“Never mean that,” He replies with a growl, “Did I hit y’nice and hard?” His hand moves to her backside, squeezing a cheek with a firm grip.

“Mmm, it hurt,” Her voice kittenish to make him bristle at the tone, her bottom lip poured out like she was injured.

“Isn’t that sad? Shouldn’t have married Diablo if y’didn’t want to get fucked up a bit,” Harry chastised, he is standing broad behind her, pushing his hips into hers.

-

The sexual tension eases during the car ride, YN can actually sense Harry’s anxiety when it’s usually the opposite.

“What’s wrong?” YN asks, his free hand was placed in her lap and she was running her fingers over the tattooed name of their daughter on his knuckles.

“S’nothin’,” Harry doesn’t even take a moment to think before responding, even after multiple years together - he still struggled to talk about his feelings because no one had cared about them before her.

“Don’t lie to me,” YN replies sharply, frustration at his unwillingness to talk sometimes, “Just talk to me.”

His voice is a low rasp, shrugging like it’s not a big deal when he says, “Just miss the babies. Don’t like bein’ away from them.”

YN’s demeanor softens, rubbing his hand and bringing it up to her lips.

He’s avoiding eye contact because he’s embarrassed by the vulnerability, is always like this after he admits something that makes him look “weak”.

He’d only ever be this way with his wife.

“Well that’s why we’re going home to them. Only been gone about three hours,” YN replies, eyeing the clock on the dashboard.

“S’too long. What if they think we’re not coming’ back? I don’t want them t’get scared,” Harry grunts aggressively, he’s not angry with her but he just…he never wants them to be sad or afraid.

YN kisses his knuckles, “They’re not you, H. Remember that please.”

“Bloody never goin’ t’be. How could parents just fuckin’ leave their kid at home for days on end? Without the ability to find food or clean water?” Harry roars, the sound reverberating of the luxe interior.

YN continues to pepper kisses on his knuckles, to support him because that’s what he needs right now - just someone who will listen and not talk.

“Fuckin’ only reason I survived was from figuring out how t’turn on the god damn tub faucet,” Harry scoffs without humor, “Then they come home four days later and throw a bag of crisps at me t’make up for it.”

“Not m’fuckin’ babies. Never be hungry, cold, thirsty, none of that. They’ll always get what they need and never want for anythin’. I used to wish I had a fuckin’ carton of juice, daydream about it,” He swallows harshly, his hand was white from where it was gripping the steering wheel too hard.

Neither say anything as they pull into their heavily guarded home.

He gets out and opens her door like a gentleman, gripping her hand tightly enough to ache as they walk the stairs to the twins nursery.

Harry’s chest deflates, must be in relief, when he sees with his own eyes that they were safe in their cribs.

Beau was out like a light, on his back with a binky half-way out of his mouth and legs curls up - it looked uncomfortable but apparently not.

As for Olive, she was sitting up with her pacifier between her full lips and when she sees her parents, she yanks it out of her mouth and tosses it.

Harry had to let out a chuckle, she was much for fiesty like her mum whereas Beau was more quiet, calculating like his dad.

“Mumma! Daddy!” Olive squeaks happily, standing up and grasping onto the bars to await them coming closer, bouncing with excitement.

“Shush, Ollie. Don’t want to wake up y’brother,” Harry simpers lowly, scooping up the sleep-warm toddler and just hugging her so tightly into his chest, “I missed you so much, lil’ brat.”

And when she instantly nestles into his hard chest with a content squeak and her little hand rests on his neck, tucking around the chain - well fuck, he’s so gone for her.

It makes all those nasty feelings that were conjured up in the car disappear because this little child radiates so much love from such a small body.

YN can tell Harry needs a moment, she kisses Olive’s forehead and murmurs a few sweet words before rubbing her husband’s shoulder and leaving the nursery.

Harry slumps into the plush, velvety rocking chair - rearranging his baby until she’s tucked neatly onto the cradle of his arm.

“Dadadada,” She babbles lowly, green eyes heavy as she blinks up at him - thick, long lashes casting shadows on her warm cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah m’your daddy,” Harry murmurs back, flexing his leg until he starts a slow rocking rthymn - he hates feeling this emotional.

Sometimes he just still can’t believe he was a father, it was something he never ever dreamed of doing or wanting to do until he met YN.

“I’m home now. You can go to sleep, sweet thing,” Harry comforts her, she struggled to sleep when her parents weren’t home and that hurt his chest to think about.

She continues to babble for a little but isn’t squirmy, just gazing lovingly up her father and at one point, tugs at his hand until she can wrap her small hand around his index finger.

He didn’t understand how his parents could have not cared about, neglected him, and have left him for dead multiple time.

When Olive and Beau were placed into his arms after a long labor, it felt like the world shifted a few inches, and life was completely different.

Everything in his body screamed to take care of them, not just the necessities but to love and make them as happy as he could.

-

“I might be pregnant,” The brunette tells him seriously, if he squints - he vaguely remembers sleeping with her a month or two ago.

Harry doesn’t have time for this bullshit, he never fucked a random broad without a condom - knew girls lied about being on birth control.

Many girls have tried it on the past, wanting to be the one who finally tamed Diablo but it was likely, he wouldn’t finish inside them even with a rubber.

He’s in the middle of a business meeting at the club, didn’t have time for this, “Get rid of it then. And don’t ever fuckin’ talk to me again.”

-

But when YN had told him she was definitely pregnant with his child, it was a monumental, life-altering event.

After a few minutes of rocking, Olive’s eyes finally fluttered shut and stay that way, puffy pink lips parting as her breathing steadies out.

Very carefully, Harry shuffles his daughter back into her crib and pulls her little fleece blanket over her shoulders, places her binkie that she chucked next to her in case she wants it at some point.

Beau was still asleep, splayed on his back with no care in the world - he could sleep through anything without stirring.

The white-hot tension that was palpable in the bar and while they were waiting for their car had dissipated with Harry’s admission of emotions.

YN was sat in the middle of the bed in a soft cotton nightgown, flipping through a parenting magazine about making organic baby food.

Harry leans against the doorframe, a soft smile gracing his face as he watches her, “I really domesticated you, hm? Tough lil’ thieving stripper turned best mum looking through baby magazines.”

The magazine getting thrown directly at him shouldn’t be a surprise.

His grin widens like the cat who got the cream, stalking towards the bed like he’s now after the mouse who’s glaring at him from their bed.

“You’re the one to talk. You left a drug deal early last night to make sure you were home to help me bathe the babies,” YN accuses defensively, holding herself and eyeing her husband viciously as he knees onto the bed.

“Mm,” Harry agrees shamelessly, hand wrapping around her ankle to pull her closer, “S’not a bad thing, brat. Love that you’re a proper mumma. It’s so sexy.”

YN twists her lips a bit, in disagreement but spreads her legs to let Harry in between them, “You have to say that.”

Harry sneers at her, hand coming to grip her jaw, “I don’t have to say shit. You’re the most fucking gorgeous girl on this earth who gave me two perfect children.”

“Kiss me,” YN whines, hand coming to weave through his hair and pulls him even closer until his lips brushed against hers.

“Stop it,” He demands with a sour expression, focusing her gaze again, he was so used to seeing her so confident - he hated when she didn’t feel good about herself, “Say you’re sexy.”

“I’m sexy, must be because I landed you,” YN’s face lifts a bit, hands moving from his locks to fist his shirt and tugging it over his head - revealing his unfairly nearly chiseled from stone chest and stomach.

“Got me hooked from the moment I met you,” Harry breathes out, breath minty from his gum and the tobacco of his cologne making her deliciously dizzy.

“Lies,” YN replies against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip as she skillfully undoes his belt and the buttons of his skinny black jeans, “You wanted to kill me for the first few months of knowing me.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t- fuck,” He groans as she dips into his briefs and wraps her hand around his warm length, pumping him slowly but with a grim grip.

There was something so satisfying about Harry stuttering and becoming breathless with pleasure from her alone.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck you from the moment I saw you,” Harry huffs out, pushing his hips into her palm to get the friction he desired.

YN allows it, she can’t lie and say she doesn’t get a bit memorized, watching his pretty, thick cock slide in and out of her palm - his abdominal muscles flexing and twitching with each motion.

When she looks back up, Harry is watching her fondly with a knowing glance, he nuzzled his nose against her cheek and murmurs, “My body is yours, brat. You fuckin’ own me.”

She can’t wait any longer, she pushes him until his back hits the bed, straddling him, and thanking god she didn’t put on underwear.

YN sits down on him until her bum is tucked in the cradle of his pelvis, hands scratching at his chest, as he lets out an indecent moan.

She doesn’t believe she’s the ‘best’ he ever had performance wise, knows there’s many who have had more skill, grace, technique when it comes to sex impress him.

But she had something that none of them had, that really makes the sex phenomenal- the emotional connection, the love.

The love that blinds Harry into think she’s the best he ever had even when she whines about a leg cramp two seconds before he comes and he has to flip her over and work them back into a rhthymn because she completely threw it off.

He never met a girl so selfish for her own pleasure.

YN wasn’t riding him for all her worth, not moaning loudly or tweaking her nipples to make it more of a show for him to get his rocks off.

No, she was in a lazy pattern of grinding her hips back and forth so his pubic bone brushes against her clit while he taps at her spot with his tip.

It was for her benefit, she was chasing what was rightfully hers, and Harry doesn’t think he could even imagine something hotter than that.

Sure, it felt amazing for him but the slow pace with barely any movement wasn’t going to get him off, YN knew that and didn’t give a fuck.

Shit, he was in love.

Harry palms at her breasts, thumbing over the sensitive peaks as he lets her take what she needs, spewing out endless encouragement and praise.

And when she hits her high, riding it out shamelessly, she then blinks open her eyes and rolls of her back, pulling Harry on top of her and goading him back inside until he’s found his end.

Harry was irrevocable hers.

ORGULLOSA DE SER ARGENTINA Y DECIR JARRY

que hermoso q es cuando hacen un one shot y podes verte reflejada en yn 🥺❤️ gracias uma

AT LEAST I'M TRYING

THIS... THIS IS FOR ALL MY ARGENTINIAN BESTIES. THIS IS HARRY MAKING AND TASTING HIS OWN MATE. FOR OBVIOUS REASONS THIS IS LATINA!READER.

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When Y/N wakes up from a good nap on the couch, she didn't expect to hear those murmurs from the kitchen.

"How the fuck…– Christ, this looks like fucking soup."

She stands up, running a hand over her face while whispering "como me jode que me despierten de la siesta." how it annoys me to be woken up from my nap. And she enters the kitchen, seeing her boyfriend from behind.

"H?"

Harry turns around scared. "Baby, I woke you up, sorry."

She moves closer to him. "No pasa nada." It's nothing. She tries to see what's behind him, but he hides it. "What are you hiding, mhm?"

The British was about to reply, but a voice on his phone gave him away. "Y así es como tienen su mate perfecto." and this is how you'll have your perfect mate.

Y/N dodged Harry and saw his phone on the counter, with a video tutorial on how to make a mate, and next to it, his mate that actually looked like soup. "Harry..."

He looked at her flushed, loving the overpronunciation on the H that made his name sound different. "Wanted to surprise yeh. Shit, m'sorry."

The Argentine laughs, feeling her heart beating wildly in her chest, and approaches her boyfriend to hug him by the neck and look him in the eyes.

"Que lindo que sos." you're so cute.

"Is that good or bad?"

She just kisses him with a smile on her face and that seems to put Harry at ease. When they part, she grabs his hand to drag him to the counter, pause the video and grab the mate.

"I'm gonna teach you how to make a good mate, okay?"

He nods, and pays close attention to his girl. He listens as she explains how to put the maté in, how much, how to arrange the straw, everything.

"And the sugar depends on your taste, there are people who like it bitter." Y/N finishes, looking at him. "And I'm a faithful believer that you like your mate bitter."

"Yeah? and why's that?" Harry asks, as he prepares to make his own.

"Just make the mate, will you?"

He laughs, trying to disguise his nerves, and begins pouring the yerba into the wooden cup. He repeats the directions the girl gave him minutes ago, and when he finishes, he looks somewhat satisfied.

"It looks good." Y/N murmurs, and starts pouring hot water slowly into the mate.

When she tastes it, her face says nothing, but Harry knows it's not bad. "Let's see... it needs a lot of practice, and I think if my family tasted this, they'd kill you. But it's good, baby."

Harry smiles with his mouth open. "Really?"

"Posta." For real. She replies, sipping on her mate. "Try it."

He tastes it and lets out a hum, it's good, you can taste the maté, but Y/N's right, it'd be better if it was bitter. He can't help the laughter that comes out of his chest, he thought it would be a catastrophe, but he's made his love proud of him. And that was everything.

Under The Stars

prompt:  Harry decides that it’s time for him to take care of his wife. He takes her to the Amalfi Coast. He never expected this trip to change his life so drastically.

word count: 8k

warnings: language, angst, smut

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It was Harry’s idea to go to Italy. 

They’d been there before, multiple times, and Harry had even gone as far to buy the villa they had rented out for some time on their honeymoon because of the fond memories it housed for them. ****

Harry had booked this trip for his wife thanks to a recommendation from Dorothy.

He knew Y/N had been struggling over the past two months and needed a break away from London, from the house, from reality for a little bit.

She tried to be as open as she could with her husband of two years but he knows that she feels like she’s been letting him down even though that was the furthest thing from the truth. 

He was so proud of her, would never be disappointed in his love, especially over something she couldn’t control.

It’d been about seven months since Y/N had arranged a picnic in a desolate part of the countryside outside of Holmes Chapel to tell him that she was ready to start trying for a little one. 

It may or may not have ended in Harry jumping her bones right then and there.

Her husband had made it no secret that he was willing to start whenever she was. 

He was honestly wanting to put a baby in her for an embarrassing amount of time but wanted them both to be ready and have enjoyed some time alone before changing their lives forever.

It wasn’t as easy as in the movies or books, it didn’t happen right away and Y/N tried not to be disappointed every time the test came back negative. 

She tried to hide the deep, self-deprecating anguish she felt because her husband was soothingly whispering, “Just means we get to try more, nothin’ wrong with that.”

There was something wrong with that. 

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Make This Feel Like Home

Prompt: Y/N finally realizes how much Harry loves her. She’s known but her stubbornness has always got in the way. It finally hits her - Harry really fucking loves her.

word count: 5k

warnings: violence, language, angst

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Harry had been asking Y/N to move in with him for multiple months at this point. If they were being honest, he’d offered for her to move in after the first month together.

He tried to bit his tongue constantly over where she lived. It was unsafe, in a high-crime area of town, and it didn’t make sense for her to live there when there was a massive home waiting for her.

It’s been a year and a half, they’re engaged, and happier than ever. Harry tries not to take it personal when she says ‘no.’ It’s hard not to feel saddened by it. It almost feels like rejection.

He hasn’t wanted to pressure her into it either. 

She was at his house more than her own rundown apartment. It was rarer that she was at her own then at his but yet tittered and dismissed it when Harry wanted to talk about her moving.

She’s worried about losing her independence that she’s worked so hard for in her young adult life.

Y/N knows as soon as she moves in, Harry will be paying for all the utilities and everything else that comes along with it. (He paid for his house in straight cash so no mortgage.)

Then she’ll be relying on him to support her because she couldn’t afford the bills and she already knew he wouldn’t let her contribute.

She wanted to move with him badly. She hated her shitty apartment where the power went out for hours on end, the noise levels were always through the roof, and the hallway constantly smells of weed.

Who wouldn’t rather be in Harry’s luxurious mansion with all the amenities that anyone could ask for. 

But more importantly, she’d be with the love of her life.

It wasn’t walking distant to the pub and there was no bus close enough for her to hope on to get to the events at the museum. She didn’t have a car and she knew that Harry would immediately offer up one from his collection or purchase her a new one.

Harry sat at the pub bar, waiting for Y/N to get off of her shift. These late nights were taking a toll on him after a year and a half. He’d wait for her so he could either take her back to his place or drop her off at home so she didn’t have to walk home alone.

It meant that he was at the bar until midnight then had to be up for work by six in the morning most days. She never asked him to do what he does but he wasn’t going to risk having something happen to her.

When she’s finally done, swinging her purse over her shoulder, she steps out from behind the bar and trots over to her fiance. Her hand rubbing over his somewhat tense shoulders and tired eyes.

“M’ready,” Y/N tells him, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bar.

“Y’comin’ to mine?” Harry murmurs tiredly, pressing the key fob to open his sleek, shiny black Mercedes that stuck out among the other cars lined on the side street.  ***

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dios como amo ser argentina como amo este escrito como te amo uma GRACIAS

AT LEAST I'M TRYING

THIS... THIS IS FOR ALL MY ARGENTINIAN BESTIES. THIS IS HARRY MAKING AND TASTING HIS OWN MATE. FOR OBVIOUS REASONS THIS IS LATINA!READER.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | click here if you don't know what a mate is.

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When Y/N wakes up from a good nap on the couch, she didn't expect to hear those murmurs from the kitchen.

"How the fuck…– Christ, this looks like fucking soup."

She stands up, running a hand over her face while whispering "como me jode que me despierten de la siesta." how it annoys me to be woken up from my nap. And she enters the kitchen, seeing her boyfriend from behind.

"H?"

Harry turns around scared. "Baby, I woke you up, sorry."

She moves closer to him. "No pasa nada." It's nothing. She tries to see what's behind him, but he hides it. "What are you hiding, mhm?"

The British was about to reply, but a voice on his phone gave him away. "Y así es como tienen su mate perfecto." and this is how you'll have your perfect mate.

Y/N dodged Harry and saw his phone on the counter, with a video tutorial on how to make a mate, and next to it, his mate that actually looked like soup. "Harry..."

He looked at her flushed, loving the overpronunciation on the H that made his name sound different. "Wanted to surprise yeh. Shit, m'sorry."

The Argentine laughs, feeling her heart beating wildly in her chest, and approaches her boyfriend to hug him by the neck and look him in the eyes.

"Que lindo que sos." you're so cute.

"Is that good or bad?"

She just kisses him with a smile on her face and that seems to put Harry at ease. When they part, she grabs his hand to drag him to the counter, pause the video and grab the mate.

"I'm gonna teach you how to make a good mate, okay?"

He nods, and pays close attention to his girl. He listens as she explains how to put the maté in, how much, how to arrange the straw, everything.

"And the sugar depends on your taste, there are people who like it bitter." Y/N finishes, looking at him. "And I'm a faithful believer that you like your mate bitter."

"Yeah? and why's that?" Harry asks, as he prepares to make his own.

"Just make the mate, will you?"

He laughs, trying to disguise his nerves, and begins pouring the yerba into the wooden cup. He repeats the directions the girl gave him minutes ago, and when he finishes, he looks somewhat satisfied.

"It looks good." Y/N murmurs, and starts pouring hot water slowly into the mate.

When she tastes it, her face says nothing, but Harry knows it's not bad. "Let's see... it needs a lot of practice, and I think if my family tasted this, they'd kill you. But it's good, baby."

Harry smiles with his mouth open. "Really?"

"Posta." For real. She replies, sipping on her mate. "Try it."

He tastes it and lets out a hum, it's good, you can taste the maté, but Y/N's right, it'd be better if it was bitter. He can't help the laughter that comes out of his chest, he thought it would be a catastrophe, but he's made his love proud of him. And that was everything.

i am literally so obsessed w ur euphoria series 😭

DRINK BEFORE THE WAR

euphoria au

dealer!harry x jacobs!reader

SUMMARY: harry goes to maddy's birthday party with reader

A/N: rue narrating in italics

(MASTERLIST)

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"We shouldn't be doing this right now." Y/N mumbles against Harry's lips.

He had somehow dragged her to Cassie and Lexi's bathroom without anybody noticing. Soon though her friend’s were going to notice that the couple had disappeared.

"Please baby." Harry whines when Y/N pulls alway.

"Are you in heat or something." His girlfriend laughs as she jumps off the counter. With a playful frown Harry helps Y/N pull down her hiked up dress.

I had always envied Y/N and Harry's relationship—literally everyone did including Cassie. The couple was truly unstoppable, nothing could ever go wrong with them.

"Your lipstick." Harry grins as he glances at himself in the mirror seeing Y/N's red lipstick stained on his mouth along with his neck.

She shakes her head and grabs a towel running it under warm water. As she was about to wipe the red color off of Harry the locked bathroom door trying to open stops her.

"Um is someone in there?"

Y/N halts her movements when she hears Cassie's wavering voice. She gives Harry a look when he begins to stalk his way to the door.

A gasp from the blonde was heard when the door opened.

"Oh I'm sorry I-I will just wait—“

"Cass it's fine. We were just going." Y/N smiles interrupting Cassie's stuttering.

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"You did good big fella." Suze laughs as she pats Nate shoulder.

Harry now knew why Cassie was such in a hurry to be alone with a few bottles of hard lemonade. He had heard from BB that Nate gifted Maddy a Tiffany necklace.

You see the drug dealer was not stupid—I mean come on he sells drugs for a living, he sees through everyone's lies.

"What's up man." Nate greets Harry with a mocking smile.

"Jacobs." Harry nods uninterested in the conversation already. Nate knew everyone in the room was watching them including his sister.

"Come on bro. Acting like you don't know me." Nate laughs as he forces Harry into a hug.

Not wanting to fight at his girlfriends best friend's birthday party Harry leans into the rough hug. But as soon as he tries to pull away Nate whispers something in his ear.

"You better treat my sister well or else."

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Everyone was now in the hot tub including Y/N and Harry. The Jacobs girl was sat on Harry's lap with both of his arms wrapped around her waist.

Harry was in white swim trunks matching with his girlfriend who was wearing this bikini that made him drool a little bit.

"Hi."

Y/N raises her head from Harry's shoulder to see Cassie holding a champagne bottle which she soon drops to hop in the hot tub. The dealer side eyes her when she falls into Nate.

Soon the blonde composed herself leaning back on her elbows.

"Happy birthday." Cassie smiles at Maddy.

"Thank you." Maddy nods.

It was quiet for a moment until BB speaks up. "I'm so happy you guys are back together."

"We're not back together." Maddy says as she plays with her nails.

"You're not?" Cassie swiftly questions.

"No."

Harry rolls his eyes as he lays his hand on Y/N's inner thigh. Nate clenches his jaw immediately noticing the move of Harry's hand.

"I mean, I was gonna say no but why are you saying no?" Maddy asks Nate who looks around.

"Um because we're not." Nate says.

"I know, but why do you sound so definitive about it?" Maddy retorts staring at Nate.

"I wasn't being definitive."

"It sounded like it."

"No I mean she just asked a question—"

Y/N and Kat both give each other looks knowing how this is going to end.

"That you didn't have to answer." Maddy cuts Nate off.

"Oh okay, yeah."

"But you did." She quickly responds.

"I don't understand what we're arguing about." Nate calmly replies.

"You and your tone." Maddy snaps.

"But we're not back together." Nate says once again.

Maddy doesn't respond just stays quiet as she continues to stare at Nate who quickly gets nervous under her gaze.

"Uh, yet." Nate speaks up which makes Cassie furrow her brows.

"I mean why don't you just say we're working it out—“

"You literally just said you were gonna say no." Nate cuts Maddy off raising his voice.

Y/N lets out a sigh as she digs her head into Harry's neck. Soon after she's fully laid against his chest he kisses her head.

"Right but that's me." Maddy declares starting to get angrier by the second.

"Meaning what?" Nate remarks.

"Meaning that when I say it, it means something totally different than when you say it."

"Okay. It might seem that way in your head Maddy but it's the same word." Nate shakes his head looking down at the water.

"Yeah but it's also the speed with which you said no."

"Aw, give me a fucking break." Nate groans.

"It was quick." Maddy shrugs her shoulders knowing Nate was in the wrong.

"It wasn't, no." He denies shaking his head.

"It was like a reflex." Maddy agrees.

"It wasn't like a reflex at all."

"It was like a reflex. It was like his natural instinct right?" Maddy says looking over to Y/N and Kat.

"It wasn't—“

"It was hasty." Kat nods agreeing with Maddy.

"Definitely hasty." Y/N mumbles into Harry's neck also agreeing with Maddy.

"You see. Even your sister agrees with me." Maddy raises her hands out of the water.

"You really think they're gonna disagree with you." Nate slightly chuckles.

"If I disagree with her, then I would." Kat states.

"Okay."

"What you don't think I have a mind of my own?" Kat scowls at Nate.

"No, I'm sure you do." Nate retorts.

"He's such a cunt!" Maddy shouts clapping her hands together which makes Harry nod.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Kat curses at Nate.

"You see, I'm not crazy right? Because he's always trying to gaslight me." Maddy speaks up.

"Look I don't want to argue about this."

"You see this is why I don't believe you when you make all these promises, and your like, oh let's get back together. You're the only person in the world I care about." Maddy mocks Nate which makes Cassie look puzzled.

"You're a goddess and it's my fault for not treating you like a goddess. I promise Maddy. I'll change. I'll grow. I'll be better. I don't deserve you. But I love you. Please when I go to college move with me. Marry me. Have my babies—" Maddy continues but gets cut off by Cassie throwing up.

Y/N widens her eyes as she swiftly jumps up from Harry's lap and gets out of the water that was now floating with vomit.

"What the fuck!" Harry rushes out of the hot tub and quickly heads inside to get a towel for Y/N.

Maddy and Y/N both start to gag as they grab onto each other. They both hear Cassie continue to puke which makes them slightly feel sick.

"I'm sorry Maddy." Cassie cries while coughing.

"It's fine."

"It's not fine. I ruined everything Maddy. I'm sorry." Cassie cries harder.

"It's fine."

"You're my best friend and I'm sorry." The blonde wails still intoxicated. Soon her mother comes and tries to drag her out but falls to the floor and fails.

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"Oh my god. What happened?" Lexi questions Harry who passes her with two towels.

"Uh, your sister threw up on all of us." Harry tells her before quickly going outside.

Lexi walks to the kitchen window to see her mom on the floor with Cassie while Maddy and Y/N hold onto each other.

"Harry give me a fucking towel!"

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The Jacobs girl was laid in between a sleeping Kat and Maddy while she scrolled through her social media.

She had chosen to sleep over at Kat's house with Maddy when everyone decided to leave after Cassie's meltdown.

Y/N was about turn off her phone off but a text from her dad Cal stops her.

Dad 💕💕

You were always my favorite child.

I love you.

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TEXTS BETWEEN PRINCE HARRY AND SF!Y/N (2014)

this is... horrible. | anterior part here.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

harry: I miss you ☹️

yn: drop the phone and go sing, you're in the middle of a concert.

harry: Wanna go on stage? 😀

yn: No.

yn: harry i swear to god

yn: WHY ARE YOU COMING TO MY SIDE OF THE STAGE

yn: HARRY NO

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yn: where are u

harry: Niall's room.

harry: Everything alright baby?

yn: yes!

yn: it's just that i didn't wanna break into the hot tub alone :(

harry: I'm omw, you better be nakeddddd :p

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yn: I think it's time we have this talk.

harry: Yes I know I used up all the black nail polish, but I promise to buy you more :(

yn: we're gonna talk about that later.

yn: now

yn: I really like the way that you're letting your hair grow.

yn: you're gonna keep it? <3

harry: I'm thinking of donating it. I wanna let it grow a lot.

harry: What do you think?

yn: i think that's gonna be the death of me.

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yn: Harry?

yn: you're with kendall fucking jenner?

harry: Darling

harry: Jeff thinks it's a good idea.

harry: It's just a friendship between two public people, we're just gonna drink a coffee and that's it.

harry: The whole world knows I'm yours 😚

yn: You and I are going to have a talk when you get home.

harry: Yes my love

harry: I love you. Xx.

harry: I'm scared.

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yn: prince harry

harry: ?

yn: your hair looks like you're a prince

yn: prince harry :)

harry: You spend so much time on Twitter I swear.

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harry: what the fuck are those screams

harry: Baby honey you're ok???!!!!!

yn: THIS FUCKING SCARY MOVIE

yn: COME DOWNSTAIRS I N E E D TO CUDDLE.

harry: YES MA'AM.

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yn: my dad heard us last night

harry: WHY ALWAYS THE SAME ??????????

yn: cause you can't keep your stupid mouth shut

harry: 😌😌😌

😭😭😭

inertia

y/n found out something she wasn't supposed to and she wished she could take it back

part one (gravity)

part two (momentum)

part three (magnetism)

part four (tension)

previous part (impulse)

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(Y/N) had been filled with butterflies in her tummy and cotton-candy clouds since Harry picked her up for a lunch date before he had to go into work. He had told her he wanted to take her somewhere he loved, which made her all the more excited for the date than normal. She noticed he tended to plan around everything she liked (aside from the scary movie date, of course), taking her to places he knew would make her happy and centering the conversation around her. She was bubbling at the idea of getting more of a peek into his life outside of the classroom, hoping to add another piece to the green-eyed and curly-haired puzzle that made up her Harry.

"I've never been down here before," (Y/N) prattled as she walked with Harry down the sloping sidewalk a couple of blocks away from campus.

Harry swung their joined hands between them, a serene smile on his face as he took in the leaves falling around them. He was bundled comfortably in one of his knitted jumpers, this one a bright fuchsia shade that matched the laces he had threaded through his shoes, the heavy sleeves periodically falling over their hands. "I used to come out here all the time m'first year. I had a lot of time on m'hands, so I liked to explore. Only a little further down," he mused, peering through the slowly baring trees, "Y'can see the awning from here, actually. 'S that green one down there."

(Y/N)'s eyes followed the finger he pointed out towards an emerald green awning that had fading letters in a font that resembled wood grain. She couldn't make out the words, but she could see why Harry was drawn to a location like that. Just from that glimpse, she could see how well he would fit into that sort of environment.

As they drew closer, she found a coffee shop directly next door, a conjoined sign between the two spaces showing they were in business together and stop by the other if you go to one. A cute patio space was arranged just to the left of the business strip, leaving the wrought iron frames to be glazed over in the orange of the falling leaves with a couple seated at the middle table, cups of coffee in hand.

Mumbling, Harry pulled her along inside the store adorned with the green awning, an old-school brass bell dinging above their heads, "This is where I used to come study if I wasn't at the library. There's a corner in the back with these really soft pillows y'can sit and read at."

Looking around, (Y/N) took in the rich, warm tones that decorated the space. The high shelves were made of clean, stained wood to show off the intricate grain. Hand drawn signs were posted on the bookends of each shelf, delegating which genre was housed on the shelves, decorated with hallmarks of that specific category. Potted plants in shades of soft green were dispersed throughout the shop with the pots decorated to match the jewel tones accenting the space. Bright pops of gold mixed in with burnt oranges and the deep green that colored the awning, giving the space a soft-focus vintage ambiance that drew (Y/N) in.

"It's cozy," she whispered back, Harry's dimples digging deeper into his cheeks.

"Hi, Harry! How are you? We haven't seen you here in a while," the girl behind the checkout desk bubbled, a genuine smile on her features as she set down the book she was paging through to give them the full of her attention.

The tips of his ears were tinted pink, the dusting matching the flush that climbed up his cheeks. Harry glanced down at her, mumbling under his breath, "I didn't think I came here that much."

A breathy laugh was drawn from (Y/N) as she dropped her gaze to their joined hands as Harry greeted the attendant. She could hear that pleasant small talk happening beside her though she was hooked on the volumes lining the shelves. This wasn't the kind of place she usually found herself—not for years, anyway. She used to be a bigger reader when she was younger, but now she barely picked up a book for fun now that she was too tired or too busy to do so. (Y/N) hadn't even realized she was drifting towards the stacks until her grip on Harry's hand slipped an inch before he rushed to replace his hold.

"Don't go without me," Harry quietly laughed, catching up with her after putting to rest the small talk with the girl up front.

"Sorry," she smiled over her shoulder, gazing at the spines of the classics they were currently perusing, "What do you usually read, Harry?"

For a flick, she swore she saw his eyes pause on the romance shelves across from them with his nose gaining a dusting of blush before he paid his attention to her. "Usually fantasy and silly things like that, I guess."

"I'm surprised," (Y/N) started, letting go of his hand to drag her finger over the spines but not without a bump of her hip against his, "I thought you only read scientific journals and research papers."

An easy smile bloomed over his features at her teasing, the deep dimples on his cheeks stealing the show. "Oh no, I only read those to relax."

She shook her head with a curl stretching her lips as she drifted through the shelves and out of view of his friend up front. Classic titles were designed with fairytale-esque covers, with a few new additions being treated with the same grandeur that made (Y/N) want to shell out the money for a hardback copy of a book she didn't know anything about. Nineties paperbacks dominated the lower shelves of the romance stacks while contemporary pieces she remembered from her teenage years were shelved along the top. All the while Harry followed closely behind, his eyes glancing at her more often than they flicked to the shelves.

Just when she was about to steer the two of them towards the fantasy shelves, hoping to peek into Harry's life, she saw one of the smaller shelves towards the back, full of books covered completely in opaque brown butcher's paper. Each spine had the simple title scrawled along the length with peeks of sticky notes stuck to the covers. (Y/N)'s eyes widened when she realized what she had found.

Letting out a soft gasp, she rushed over to the concealed stacks, only halfway aware of the laugh Harry let out as he followed her.

"Harry, look," she rushed in a hush tone, "It's like those ones on instagram and Pinterest—those surprise book shelves."

She pulled out the first book she could settle her eyes on, the title including something about a court of flowers and grime or something. The sticky note pasted to the front denoted the genre of book with a few key points, detailing a side plot of a love story with fantastical elements and world building. The print of the cover was completely sealed, leaving only the librarian's praise and recommendations handwritten along the back and the short sticky note to help determine whether or not the book was her cup of tea.

"I know," Harry smiled, looking down at the addition in her hands, "I always want to grab one of these, but 'm too scared I'll only pick something I've already read or won't like."

(Y/N) looked up at him with what she was sure were wide eyes with hope swimming through the irises. "Could we pick books for each other? I'll try to pick something you haven't read!"

His smile turned lopsided as his softening eyes flitted over her features. "I'd love that. Pick whatever y'want for me—I trust you."

Practically bouncing in her spot, (Y/N) reshelved the book in her hand and didn't waste a second before her eyes were scanning over the covert volumes before her. She could feel Harry's gaze linger on her for a moment, the line of her body feeling the heat of his eyes before he averted his attention to the shelves.

"What do y'like to read?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, a lopsided smile catching at the corner of her lips that Harry had a hard time taking his eyes off of. "Would it surprise you if I told you I like romance or whatever it was that Twilight was considered?"

"Not at all," he teased. His own grin tugged at his lips; it's not like he could blame her, he liked the same stuff if he was being honest. He liked the thought of her curled up with a book in her small bedroom, heart fluttering over soft words and a world built off of romance.

She mumbled some retort he didn't quite catch before she fell into her job of finding the perfect book for Harry. He was just as eager to find something for her, hoping that with all the time he'd spent getting every story, every anecdote, every inside joke out of her that he could find something fitting for his flower.

At the thought of his secretly appointed nickname for her, Harry's finger stuttered over the parchment covered spine of a book entitled with something about roses. He'd been trying his best not to think of her with that name, fearing the word would slip out when he was actually with her. He wasn't sure she was ready to explain why he'd been adorning her with new nicknames in his head; half the time he was unable to think of her without calling her by one of the affectionate petnames.

"I think I found it!" (Y/N) chirped, standing the full of her height from where she had fallen to her knees searching through the bottom few shelves, "This one is yours!"

A bright smile stretched across her cheeks, lifting the rounded apples to cause crinkles to fold around her eyes and bring a glow to her skin. That smile was one of the first things that caught his attention when he saw her that first time in Prof. Stanfill's lecture hall. Naomi had made her laugh with a whispered joke under her breath while Stanfill was droning on at the front of the room, causing (Y/N) to brighten up and make him falter in his notes. That's why he took that seat beside her when he realized her friend was no longer showing up. He dreamed of making her smile like that, and now he had her looking up at him with stars in her eyes and her teeth bared in joy.

"Let me see, then," Harry requested, taking a half step towards her before she pulled the book tightly to her chest.

"No," she shook her head, "I want it to be a real surprise. I don't want you to know until you get home. I really think you're going to like it, Harry."

He didn't doubt for a second that he would like whatever she chose to give him.

With her eyes directed squarely on him, he felt flush. A blush crept up his cheeks as he dropped his gaze to the book he had absently pulled for her. Reading over the daffodil colored sticky note, he found the details of a supernatural romance recommended by the librarian working up front (her name was Erika, if he remembered correctly) between a human girl and a fae male. Not much else was given about the story, adhering to the mystery that went along with the nature of the shelves, other than how sweet it was and how "he falls first!". This would be perfect for her—or at the very least, be better than the physics texts she skimmed over with barren interest.

Though he tried to keep his brain in the present, Harry couldn't help but picture her bundled up in the bay window he was lucky enough to have in his bedroom (he was very lucky with apartment hunting he found). He could picture the makeshift cushions that lined the sill he had fashioned out of blankets he took from home when he moved out, nested around her while she had the book he had picked for her in her hands. In his head, he saw her with her eyes rounded out as she read the epic, a gasp falling from her mouth at a particularly romantic part or her hand fluttering to the base her neck when something broke her heart (in the best way possible of course, he wouldn't want her to read anything that made her sad). Maybe, she'd even let him read with her.

"I think I found yours, too, flower."

The second he processed what had come out of his mouth, Harry's cheeks went up in flames. The crimson coloring trailed over his neck and painted the tips of his ears while his heart worked double time in embarrassed beats. He knew he needed to be more careful.

Across from him, (Y/N) canted her head with a slightly narrowed gaze. Her smile sat unshakable on her lips. "Flower?"

He swallowed thickly at her small question. "Um—I don't know, I—," he floundered, feeling like a gaping fish under her gaze, "I shouldn't have said that, 'm sorry."

"But, why flower?" she prodded, her tone still quiet between the shelves. She hadn't looked at the book in his hands for even a second, her attention placed solely on him.

Harry was grateful for the fact there was no way for him to catch his reflection at that moment. He was sure the sight of him with his skin growing more and more red would only make him feel even more embarrassed as he stumbled for his words. He ran a heavy hand through his hair, itching to find anything to occupy his fingers before he resorted to picking his nail polish.

"I—You're jus'... You're pretty like a flower," he choked out, his tongue feeling lazy as he tried to voice the words, "and you're soft, and-and kind. And, y'always smell really nice too." Harry had never wished for anything more than a chasm to develop under his feet and swallow him underground in that moment. It appeared he couldn't be trusted to watch himself around her anymore. "'M so sorry," he stuttered out, "That's not what I meant to say. That was weird of me to tell you, 'm so sorry."

(Y/N) let out a bubbling laugh that rang through Harry's ears. The sound wasn't at all teasing or tormenting like the would have thought would happen after he minced his words so drastically. He peeked through his dark lashes to find her with glittery eyes and a her glossy lips drawn into an enchanting smile.

"Don't say sorry, I really like that, Harry. That was cute, thank you," she whispered to him, finishing the half step he had taken towards her, "I liked hearing you call me that."

An airy haze clouded his thoughts, the puffs tinted a sunset pink. They filtered through his body, making Harry feel light and lighter with every beat of his heart. Biting on the full of his bottom lip, Harry felt his smile return to his face. "Yeah?"

He watched on as she nodded her head softly, the curl of her lips mimicking his own with the white tips of her teeth peeking out as she bit at the pillow. She was backlit by the sun filtering through the wall of windows behind her. The decals that decorated the shop windows cast shadows in the shape of twirling vines and woodland grasses all around her. Orange and golden hues haloed her form, giving her the appearance of a long forgotten goddess who had returned to form right in front of him, ready for worship.

God, did he adore her.

The smallest of flaws could be picked at the top of her cheekbone, though it was no fault of her own. An eyelash had fluttered from the crown around her softened eyes and fell on the top of her cheek, clinging to her glowing skin.

He suddenly felt breathless as he tried to speak though he couldn't tear his eyes from her face. "You-You've got an eyelash on your cheek," he whispered out, his eyes reluctantly slipping from her own and falling to the offending hair that had taken home on her cheek.

A huff of a laugh was exhaled through her nose, "Where?"

Harry worked on auto-pilot as he lifted his hand to brush his fingertip against his own skin. "Right here," he directed.

A light entered (Y/N)'s eyes as she took a small step towards him. If Harry took a deep enough breath, he was sure his chest would brush against her. "Can you get it for me?"

Without thinking, he dropped the book he had picked for her onto a vacant section on the shelf beside him leaving his hands free to gently hold her. He looked for any sign of rejection as he cradled her cheek softly in his hand, though all he received was her leaning into his hold with her eyes trained on his face. Ducking his head to be level with her, he used his free hand to brush over her soft skin and glowing cheekbone. The dark lash stuck to the tip of his finger, a gentle curve to the hair that stuck up from his skin.

"You're supposed to make a wish now."

His fingertip was level with the full of her lips as he caught a glance she cast him through the vignette of her lashes. She pressed her lips together in a pout before she blew the lash off his fingertip. He assumed it fluttered to the ground somewhere behind him like the seed of a dandelion, but he was too transfixed with the vision in front of him to care.

"What did y'wish for?

Rising to the tips of her toes, Harry didn't get an answer before (Y/N) pressed her lips to his. His hand on her cheek tied him to the moment as he found it much too easy to float away when she kissed him. She'd never done this in such a public place, he realized, the thought only causing his muscles to liquify and relax further into her. They'd kissed in the university parking lot by her car and just outside her apartment before, but never in such a place where anyone could walk by and know that she was just as infatuated with him as he was with her.

By the time she pulled away from the short contact, Harry's face was surely flushed a deep red. He left his hand cradling her cheek, unwilling to fully step out of the moment they curated between the shelves.

(Y/N) looked up at him with a satisfied smile.

"My wish just came true."

Harry felt weak in the knees as he shook his head, looking for any slim grasp on stability he could find before he toppled over. He reluctantly dropped his hand to his side, though he'd rather she didn't feel how clammy his palm was growing as he tried to regulate his heartbeat. "Ar-Are y'ready, then? Or did y'want to look at anything else?"

"I'm ready," she smiled, looking a little too proud of herself over the flush that still colored his skin, "Are you? You picked something out for me, too, right?"

"Oh!" Harry puttered, having momentarily forgotten about the book he had stowed away on the shelf for her, "Yeah, I have one for you. Do y'want to see it?"

She was quick to shake her head, hugging his book closer to her chest, "No, it's okay. I want it to be a surprise for me, too."

Harry nodded his head with a shallow dimple denting only one of his cheeks as a lopsided smile tugged his lips. "If y'want, I can take care of all of this and y'can go next door and get us a table and some coffee?"

He'd found in the handful of dates they'd been on, that (Y/N) typically agreed to him paying for things a bit faster when he gave her something to do that she equated to paying him back. He thought she was the sweetest thing he'd ever come across, her big heart making him that much more smitten for her.

"Okay, I'll see you in a second then," Harry mumbled, hesitating for just a second as he reached for the book in her hands, "flower."

The same glow he had been hoping for settled over her skin at the return of the petname. He liked knowing he could draw those reactions from her.

"Okay, Harry," she smiled, handing over the book before rising to her toes. She planted a sweet kiss to the soft of his cheek, right over his dimple, before she turned towards the door. "Don't peek at your book!"

"I won't. I promise," he muttered after her, unable to tear his eyes off of the gold-soaked vision of his dream girl as she drifted through his favorite place.

She waved to him and said a quick thank you to the girl behind the register before she left for the cafe next door. Harry worked on autopilot, the butterflies in his tummy giving him enough gusto to carry him through the shop and towards the check-out.

Erika, the so-called expert librarian as her nametag appointed her, gave him a polite smile as she ran through her customer service script. Harry nodded along, only halfway listening as his heart was in the next store over along with his attention.

"So," she started, breaking from the familiar script Harry was used to, "Who was that? I've never seen you come in with anyone before."

Without permission, a large grin stretched over his lips despite the way he tried to bite it back. His eyes were trained on the book she had chosen for him; knowing she had thought of him as she grabbed the volume made his heart stutter. He didn't know how to introduce her when he barely had the words to describe how much she already impacted his heart.

"She—uh... She's m'(Y/N)."

A bubbling laugh left Erika's lips, "Oh, she's your (Y/N), I see. I should've known."

Harry didn't know what else to say but an airy yes, and a nod of his head. He watched as she bagged up the books and read off his total. He all but floated through the motions as he paid and waited as patiently as possible to return to his flower.

"Well, I hope you and your (Y/N) enjoy these, Harry," Erika smiled, passing off the paper bag that now held his most prized possession.

"Thank you," he sighed, already edging towards the doorway.

He decided in that moment that, though he still loved his Secret Garden bookshop, his favorite place now took the shape of a girl from his physics class.

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"Flower, I really do need to go to work now."

Harry's words fell on deaf ears as (Y/N) hooked her arms around his neck. She held him against her, pressing lingering kisses to the full of his lips in an attempt to persuade him to stay. He'd been hard pressed about studying this afternoon, their textbooks and notes splayed across the foot of her bed, but (Y/N)'s attention waned the longer they went on. He had struck a deal with her when they started reviewing the chapters, that he would reward her with as many kisses as she answered questions correctly.

In truth, she'd only got about seven out of the thirteen questions right, but she'd successfully drawn the last half hour worth of kisses out of him. With his arm wrapped around her waist while the other cradled the full of her cheek in his palm, she was warm in his hold as she tugged him to lay halfway atop her on her twin bed. He took very little convincing to let his lips linger over her's and twine his legs between hers.

(Y/N) knew their study session was meant to end when he had to go to work, but she couldn't find it in herself to pull away. Even when Harry whispered half-hearted reminders, he still drew his tongue along the seam of her lips, tightened his fingers around her waist and melted into her form. She wasn't going to stop him.

"Do you really need to?" she mumbled against his mouth, a slinking smile growing on her own as she ran her fingertips through the baby hairs on the back of his neck. "I was hoping you could stay and get dinner with me tonight."

His kissing mouth slid from her own to the full of her cheek and along her jawline. The length of his lashes felt like a butterfly's wing against her skin. "I know," he sighed, regret coloring his tone, "But I really can't miss tonight. Usually they're easy with me, but I have to go in."

Sucking in a deep breath, she finally relented. Her arms around his neck loosened until her hands slid to settle on the broad of his shoulders. "Fine," she sighed, reluctantly pulling away from his attention.

"I wish I didn't have to go," he mumbled, the full of his lips gently brushing against her skin before he dotted a single kiss on the apple of her cheek. He drew away with a soft smile on his face as he gazed over her features, his hand on her waist flexing around the curve. "You know I would stay if I could, right? I don't want to leave either."

(Y/N) dropped her eyes to where her hands gently adjusted his clothes she had ruffled and the curls of his hair she had dismantled from the careful waves around his neck. A crooked smile curled over her lips as she flicked her eyes to his through her lashes, "Maybe I could come see you tonight? On your lunch, I could come by and bring dinner and everything?"

If she hadn't been scanning so diligently for his reaction, (Y/N) would have missed the way the set in his shoulders tensed at her suggestion. The motion was minute and temporary as his muscles relaxed a split second later, though his features stayed stiff under the guise of nonchalance.

"I don't know, love," he started, untangling his limbs from hers, "I don't want to rush through m'lunch with you. I don't really have an uninterrupted break anyway, so I wouldn't get to spend too much time with y'even if y'came by. 'M sorry, flower."

His irises melted in apology, his hand on her face caressing over the bone in her cheek before he pulled away from her completely. He moved to sit on the edge of her bed, reaching for his collection of textbooks and notebooks at the foot of her bed. (Y/N) followed after, curling her feet under her bottom as she sat against her pillows. His motions seemed to be dipped in guilt, and (Y/N) almost felt bad for asking. If she had known he would feel this bad about rejecting her, she wouldn't have asked.

"It's okay, Harry, really," she crooned, settling a delicate hand on his bicep, "I was only wondering since we aren't able to see each other Friday night either, so I wanted to spend time with you. But, I understand, don't worry."

A lopsided smile tugged at Harry's lips, his fidgeting hands slowing now that his supplies were in a neat pile on her comforter. "I know, flower. 'M sorry that 'm busy this week; work can be a bit weird sometimes so it's easier to get through it before I make plans. I promise I'll be free soon, and we can see each other properly without school or work getting in the way."

"You don't have to promise me, I trust you," (Y/N) smiled, kneeing over her mattress to sit beside his dip in the mattress.

"I'll see you in class on Friday, anyway, right?"

"Right," she affirmed, beaming up at him, "And we still have our date for Saturday night."

Harry's own features brightened at the mention, nodding his head with his curls flopping over his forehead at the movement. "Can't wait, flower."

(Y/N) waited on him as he packed up his supplies, offering her hand when he was ready to be walked to the front door. Ny bid him her own goodbyes from where she was bundled on the couch, her phone pressed to her ear with Trystan's contact displayed across the top.

"Goodnight, Harry," (Y/N) said once they made it to the front door, her hand still cuddled in his as he stood just across the threshold, "Let me know when you get to work safe, okay?"

Harry's eyes dropped to their joined hands, a soft squeeze being delivered to her palm. "I will, flower. Goodnight."

She reached to her tip-toes and drew him in for a tender kiss, the contact lasting for only a moment before Harry broke. She watched as he made his way to the elevator. With the way he wasn't able to meet her eyes, even when he waved at her before the lift doors closed, she hoped she hadn't made him feel too bad about not being able to see him on his lunch.

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Now, when (Y/N) logged into the cam-site and tuned into one of H's streams, she couldn't help but feel a different kind of guilt layer over the usual skeeziness she experienced. With Harry in her life now (it had been almost a full month since their first date, actually), with him being the comforting, romantic presence that she had been craving when she found the site in the first place, she felt as if she was cheating on him in a way every time she watched the intimate moments of another man.

She made a point to rationalize it with herself whenever she felt especially bad. It's not like she and Harry were having sex at all—the most they did was heavy kissing for a few moments before pulling away—and she knew she wouldn't be upset if she found that he was still watching porn.

And, it's not like she could lie, H still did it for her. Until she had another outlet, she was going to take advantage of his content.

There wasn't much room for guilt at the moment anyway, she decided. Her muscles were entirely too lax and her mind too buried in a pleasantly fuzzy state to be worried about anything as she came down from her orgasm. H had just done his signature outro before the screen went black, leaving (Y/N) to work through her own aftercare with a dreamy smile on her lips. He had dipped into every little thing she loved this show, leaving her a puddle to be scooped up to be  put back together.

Despite the fact that she sought out H to bring her to this state, now that she had Harry, he was her main focus afterwards. She wanted nothing more than for him to be with her, pushing out all thoughts of the performer that had graced her screen. She decided she couldn't feel too guilty about tuning into the shows when all she wanted in the most vulnerable moments was her Harry.

With lazy limbs, she reached for her phone that was charging on her side table. She quickly pulled open Harry's text thread, typing out a message telling him that she missed him and couldn't wait until the next time she could see him.

He was at work at the moment, but maybe her text would be a bright spot during his shift.

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"Harry, are you sure you're okay? You promise you're not sick or anything?"

Harry let out a breathy laugh at (Y/N)'s prodding. He was walking her to her car with a slight slump to his shoulders, her bag hanging off his elbow with her extra textbook tucked under his arm. "I promise 'm okay, was jus' up late last night, that's all. You're making me nervous that I look bad or something, flower."

"No, no, that's not it at all!" she rushed, quick to take her things from him as they approached her car, "You look perfect! You're just not usually so forgetful with everything, so I worry about you. I even got to class earlier than you, and that's how I know something is wrong."

He shook his head, the curling tendrils of his hair catching on the frames of his glasses he forgot to take off. The tips of his ears tinted pink as he dropped his gaze to where her hands brushed his as she pulled her book from his grip."I promise 's nothing more than lacking on some sleep, okay? You're very sweet to worry about me, though."

(Y/N) shut her car door with her class materials stacked in the passenger seat. She lent against the frame, twining her hands together as she looked up at Harry. "So you're going to go home and sleep then, right?"

"Unless I get called into work, yeah," he murmured, his toes kicking at the pavement under their feet, "But no matter what, I'll call y'tonight, okay?"

"Okay," she smiled, satisfied with his promise. He gave her a soft smile, the apples of his cheeks tinted a baby pink as he nervously adjusted the heavy cardigan on his form.

(Y/N)'s eyes followed the path of his hands, looking at the details of the rainbow, patchwork pattern of the garment. Each square was knitted from a thick yarn, colored in deep oranges and reds with bright yellows and earthen greens breaking it up. Black boxed stitched in made for the rainbow pattern to pop, all tied together with strips of blue making room for the heavy black buttons to sit. Only one of the buttons was fastened at his waist, leaving the cardigan to slip off his shoulder if he wasn't paying enough attention.

"What?" he mumbled, speaking through a small smile when he noticed her lingering gaze.

"Nothing," she smiled, shaking her head with her own cheeks growing in warmth at being caught, "I just really like your sweater. It looks soft."

"Yeah?" he bubbled, brightening at the compliment, "M'sister made it for me."

"She made it?!" (Y/N) perked up, now looking with a more scrutinizing eye at the garment, "Like, she knitted the whole thing and put it together?" Harry nodded his head with a hummed affirmation, pride tinting his features at the praise of his family. "Did she use a pattern or anything like that?" (Y/N) pressed, catching the way the emerald green on Harry's fingernails almost completely matched the squares on his cardigan.

"Nope! Jus' her. She's really good at this kind of stuff—whenever I need something stitched or fixed, I send it to her and she has it done even better than before."

"Well, she's very talented," (Y/N) beamed, looking up at Harry's blushing face, "I really like it, Harry."

"Y'can wear it sometime, if y'want?"

"No, no," (Y/N) declined, shaking her head with fluttering hands, "It's your's, I can't take that from you. I just think you look really cute in it, that's all."

"Thank you, flower," he sighed, his voice wrapping around the petname that made her heart race, "I'll have to tell my sister how much y'love it."

She could feel her own skin beginning to glow at the thought of him mentioning her to his family. With her attention fixed on the butterflies swarming her tummy, she almost missed the way Harry took a step towards her. He placed his hands tenderly on her hips, fingers gentle against the curve as he dipped his head down.

"I'll call y'later, okay?" he reiterated, leveling the tip of her nose with her's in a cautious puppy's kiss in case she pulled away.

"But, only after you take a nap," she insisted, resisting the urge to tip her head and press her lips to his. She wanted him to know she was serious about this—there would be no exceptions to his health, not even her.

He did the job for her, kissing her through the smile on his lips. He gave a pulse of his fingers around the thick of her hips, a tickling sensation that drew her own smile to the surface.

"Bye, love," he mumbled to her, "Get home safe."

After finishing their goodbyes, (Y/N) lingered for a moment before resigning to head home. In her rearview mirror, he was a bright rainbow fleck in the view. She was entirely enamored by him, she decided, even as nothing more than a technicolor dot behind her, he made her heart skip a beat.

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(Y/N) sighed, falling into her bed after she finished putting away laundry. She felt restless in her own skin, an itch creeping through her muscles she was too familiar with. It was a growing trend now that after seeing Harry, she was left with a yearning need.

He had her stomach churning in the softest way possible every time she had to leave him. He was so cute and sweet and cloyingly memorable that she wanted nothing more than to kiss the life out of him and get tangled in her sheets with his limbs adding to the web. He was too loving for his own good, she decided; if he wasn't careful and smiled at her with his eyes too soft, she was going to have to jump his bones, there was no other choice.

Though she understood why nothing further had happened yet, it still left her muscles tight and her brain foggy when he would cut her off in the middle of kissing on his couch or in the tufts of her bedding. They had only been together exclusively for just over a month, making it a little soon to do too much more than indulging in kisses, but it still left (Y/N) with a pit in her stomach as she searched for relief. Even now, after seeing him in class and stealing a handful of innocent kisses in the parking lot, she was still plagued with the need for more.

She didn't think too hard about it before she pulled for her laptop and opened up a private tab. Her fingers worked lazily to type in the URL of the cam-site, going through the motions in an effort to distract herself from that lingering guilt she felt when tuning into H's shows. But, nothing in that moment could have compared to the relief she felt when she saw he had started a stream only seven minutes prior. She hadn't missed any of the good stuff.

With Ny out for the afternoon, (Y/N) skipped any of the drama of her usual set up, instead burrowing into her bedding and clicking the link. She planned on leaving any thoughts of her day behind in favor of throwing herself into whatever storyline H was displaying for the next hour, but the second he popped up on her screen, her mind went completely blank except for one thing.

The usual camera work of him sitting with his head out of frame and his clothed torso taking the main view greeted her. But, the only thing (Y/N) could manage to concentrate on was his clothes.

A heavy cardigan was draped over his torso, leaving his chest completely bare underneath. The knit of the chunky sleeves was caught in his hands, patches of color coming together in bright slashes that worked together harmoniously. She halfway heard his voice echoing through her speakers, detailing the mood of the day as being soft and gentle, that nothing would make him happier than to take care of the viewer. (Y/N) barely heard anything as her eyes were trained on the way he adjusting the falling shoulder, the green paint on is fingernails glinting in the low light

She knew that cardigan. She had just left that cardigan on campus after he had told her he was too tired to hang out tonight, but he would call her later tonight.

It was Harry's cardigan.

But that couldn't be right, could it?

Harry had told her his sister had gifted the garment to him, knitted it herself without the help of a pattern to imitate. H's nails were even painted the exact same shade of green she remembered was on her Harry's nails just a couple of hours prior. But, all of this had to be a coincidence, right?

Because that couldn't be her Harry.

Her Harry asked permission to touch her for months, and even now was unsure before he kissed her. It took him two dates to fully be able to hold her hand without asking to twine their fingers together! There was no way her Harry was the same guy that recorded himself jerking off for strangers. There was no way that the same sweetheart that took months to grow the courage to talk to her and begged for cheek kisses in the middle of study sessions could be the same person that called himself daddy for others and had sexted with her only a month prior.

But there's no way it could be anyone else, and she knew that.

Just as the performer started to shed the knitted cardigan from his body, (Y/N) snapped the lid on her laptop shut. She recoiled from the device like it had burned her, pushing the computer to slide to the foot of her bed as she curled up by her pillows with her knees to her chest. Her mind was swirling like a twister, too fast for her to comprehend anything before another bubbling thought worked its way in the mess.

As soon as she reasoned out some kind of coincidental explanation (maybe his sister had made a duplicate and gifted it to someone who just so happened to put on cam shows?) the vision of H—or should she call him Harry now?—draped with the unmistakable pattern over his shoulders shocked her again.

What was she supposed to do now?

—————

(Y/N) didn't realize how long she had sat curled up by her pillows until her phone buzzed with a thrumming pulse that pulled her from her thoughts. She jumped in her spot, finding the device bundled in the tufts of her bedding with the screen lit up and Harry's contact plastered across.

She hesitantly reached for it, her heart racing. Did he know she knew now? Was he calling to interrogate her and see why she'd never said anything before, as if she was supposed to have known the whole time?

Pushing her irrationality to the side, she shakily swiped her finger across the width of her phone and answered his call.

"Hello?" she started, hoping she had schooled her voice enough to hide the waver.

"Hi flower, what are you up to?" She could tell he was smiling on the other end. She could picture his dimples so clearly dented into his cheeks, though now the rest of the picture of him didn't make much sense.

"Just getting ready to work on that creative writing assignment I was telling you about," she lied, her nervous gaze unable to settle on anything for too long before darting across the room, "What about you?"

"I jus' got off work—got called in for a short shift, so I thought I'd give you a call before I went home and slept." In the background, she swore she could hear the sound of clothing rustling like he was bundling up a pile that had been discarded. "I miss you, love."

"I miss you, too, Harry."

He was at work, huh?

—————

(Y/N) felt off-kilter as she walked into Stanfill's lecture that Monday. Though the guilt followed her, she had canceled on her plans with Harry for the past Saturday since she didn't trust herself to sit with him and not blurt out the new suspicions that had taken root in her head. Today would be the first time she'd seen him since last Friday (both in class and on her computer screen it would seem). But, she had taken all weekend and coached herself through the newfound information.

Maybe it was naive of her, but she'd reasoned with herself all weekend, finding enough explanations (she didn't care how thin) to turn the whole thing into a weird coincidence in her mind. Now, all she needed to do was believe them.

In his usual spot beside her own unassigned-assigned seat, Harry was perched with a giddy smile on his face. A bright orange sweater was draped over the back of his seat, the piece assumedly having been used to cover him through the chilly morning, leaving him in only a thin, white t-shirt that was stretched over his chest, fitting of the heat that now dominated the afternoon. His grin only brightened when he caught sight of her scaling the stairs, his eyes following her.

"Hi flower," he crooned, his gaze warm as he tenderly flitted his eyes over her form and the planes of her features.

"Hi Harry," she smiled, taking her spot beside him. Before she had a chance to set up her materials, he fit an arm around her waist and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek in greeting.

"You're feeling better from this weekend, right?" Harry asked when he pulled away, referencing the excuse she had used to get out of their plans.

Her heart stuttered over the guilt that pumped through her veins at the mention of her sordid excuse. She nodded her head with her attention spent on setting up notes. "Yeah, I think it was just one of those twenty-four hour things, so I'm feeling better."

"Good, I was worried about you. Almost came over with some soup or something for you." He ended with an airy laugh, the warmth of his gaze trailing over her form.

(YN) finally chanced a look in his direction since sitting down. The thin material she had spotted at the landing of the stairs was much more see-through than she had realized, allowing black designs inked onto Harry's skin to shine through. Thanks to the heavy sweaters and thick knits he typically wore to class, this was the first time she had noticed he had any more tattoos than the fading cross etched on his hand.

She hated to think that she already knew what designs decorated his skin.

"What?" Harry smiled, catching the way her eyes lingered over his chest, "Is there something on m'shirt?"

"No, no," she shook her head, rolling her lips between her teeth before growing the courage to start the conversation she was scared to hear his side of, "I just didn't know you had so many tattoos."

"Really?" he laughed, angling his body towards her as if to give a full view of the muffled ink, "I thought y'knew. Have y'never seen the one on m'hand?" He offered up his hand as his to prove there was a tattoo on the skin, the stretch allowing for an inch of the ink on his wrist to be revealed as the sleeve rode up.

"Well, yeah," she smiled though the curl was tight, "I can just see a lot more than I ever have before through your shirt. How many do you have?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, curling up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the details of the darkened spots that had shone through his top. "I lost count, but I've got the most of them up this arm, then a few on m'chest and ribs, and some on m'legs."

The farther up he tugged the fabric, the more designs (Y/N) recognized. The topless mermaid she had seen stretched over taut muscles and thick veins, a beetle looking bug on the delicate underside, a large rose inked over his elbow, and the beginnings of the anatomical heart on the inside of his bicep. The small tattoos inked on his wrist and the delicate scripts that detailed out names of people she was sure were close to him rounded out the tattoos she recognized in the form of pixels through her laptop screen.

She resisted the urge to trail her fingers over the ink and catch the texture of the skin she had been admiring for longer than she had realized, instead flicking her gaze to his own. "What do you have on your chest?"

He brightened at her question leaning back to touch his fingers to the spaces just under his collarbones, "I've got a pair of birds on m'chest,"—his touch slid down to his tummy—"a butterfly right here, and a set of laurels on m'hips."

From the neckline of his top, (Y/N) was able to spot the very tips of the wings of his inked birds. Though her face was stuck in a pleasant smile, her heart was thrumming like a hummingbird's and her mind was quickly dissolving to something close to a plate of twirled spaghetti. She couldn't act naive anymore, she knew that.

This was the confirmation she had been looking for, but feared finding. Now she couldn't just write this off and forget what she'd seen.

"That's really cool, Harry. I had no idea."

—————

(Y/N) had to psych herself up as she approached Stanfill's door Friday afternoon. She and Harry hadn't seen much of each other since Monday's lecture, Harry having been conveniently busy with work leaving them only a spare couple of hours on Wednesday night to meet up at the library before he rushed out after claiming to be called in by his boss. (She tried to ignore it, but (Y/N) couldn't help but notice the way that the cam page was suddenly full of new content with promises of more coming soon that lined up a little too well with Harry's demanding hours). She was grateful for the distance, honestly.

Now that she had resigned herself to the truth, it was better for her to limit her time around him in case she suddenly burst out with an accusation. (She didn't know what was more embarrassing: being accused of being a cam-performer or admitting to being an avid viewer of one). She had prepped herself heavily, schooling herself into keeping her mouth shut around him in case she let something slip she wasn't supposed to, but she still felt a little too close to the edge for comfort. Despite her hesitation, she knew she didn't have much choice but to show her face for class and get through the lecture.

Harry, as per usual, was already set up and perched in his seat when (Y/N) drew the courage to quit pretending to look at her phone and step through the heavy doors to her physics course. He held a beaming smile on his features, his dimples only deepening the farther up the stairs she went.

"Hi, love," he crooned once she was close enough, reaching to pull her chair out for her like the gentleman she was familiar with.

"Hi," she murmured, a small smile on her face as she peeked at him through her lashes. As much as she was shocked by her revelation (and a bit perturbed at the ease of which he lied to her with), there was still a soft spot in her heart for him she didn't see hardening anytime soon.

"I've missed you," he whispered, leaning closer with a careful eye on her reaction before planting his lips delicately against her cheek, "How was your morning?"

"Good, good," she prattled, setting up her laptop even though she knew she was only going to copy off of Harry's notes later, "Just tired and everything. What about you?"

"'M much better now," he flirted, a shy pink tint coloring his cheeks, "But it was fine, jus' been waiting to see you."

Her heart stuttered in her chest as she processed his words, the beat fluttering like a pair of wings on a bumbling bee. Yeah, he still had her—definitely.

"You're sweet, Harry," she smiled, melting into her seat.

She was vaguely aware of him recounting a tale of one of his friends (she thinks his name is Niji, but Harry wasn't the best at reminding her of his friends she had never met) as her eyes trailed over his form and to the typical spread that covered his work station. His notebooks were neatly organized as she'd come to expect, though there was a new development with a tattered pencil bag now holding all of his pens and highlighters he was fond of. She could tell it was old with the graphite dusting that stained the canvas material and etchings of a bored teenager who doodled in class.

One of the blackened markings on the bag caught her eye and made her freeze for a beat.

It was a small spot with the letters scripted in a familiar handwriting: TPWK.

It was one of the more loved spots on the bag, the acronym having been traced over and over enough to have embedded the lead into the weaving. (Y/N) recognized it in an instant, the letters being the signature ending to majority of H's (or should she just start calling him Harry now, at this point?) posts on his site. She had figured it was nothing more than a reiteration of his username, but (Y/N) didn't think Harry would be etching his cam-site username into his school materials as a teenager. At least, she hoped.

"Are y'even listening to me, flower? I didn't think I was as boring as Stanfill, but you're really humbling me right now."

Harry's soft laughter pulled her from her mind, drawing her eye from his pencil bag to find him with a shrewd smile on his lips and a soft aura circling his iris.

"Sorry, sorry," she rushed, flicking her gaze back to the acronym without thinking, "I was just... What does that mean?" Without permission, her traitorous words slipped free in conjunction with her finger pointing out the etching on his bag.

"Oh," he sounded, his brows coming to a furrow as he realized what she was referring to, "It was jus' something my mum used to say to m'sister and I growing up. It means treat people with kindness."

Glancing through the frame of her lashes, (Y/N) rolled her lips between her teeth as she listened to his explanation. Her anxiety heightened as she realized this might be her only chance to confess to the knowledge she'd been holding back. This wasn't the best place—right in the middle of a lecture hall with their professor gearing up to start class—, but she didn't think she would ever have the courage again before the burden deteriorated her. She could barely even look at Harry, for crying out loud! She couldn't keep this in if she wanted to stay with him.

"Oh," she parroted, nodding her head as she directed her gaze to the letters, "I thought it stood for—um—treat people with kisses."

Harry's muscles immediately stiffened at the mention of his username, his hands becoming restless as he fiddled with the glasses perched on his nose. His eyes were clear as he scanned over her face, gauging for a reaction in a way she wasn't familiar with. "And why did y'think that?"

The sound of her heartbeat rang through her ears along with the sound of rushing water as her blood pumped through her veins. It was now or never.

"I've seen some things, and—um—there's someone who uses something really similar to that on their website, I've found." She capped her mouth before she could reveal any more in the middle of a packed lecture hall, sealing her lips together as she anticipated Harry's reaction.

That was when his facade seemed to crumble. He was realizing that she knew, that much she could tell from his expression as Harry nodded his head. He let out a string of mumbled okay's before he dropped his head to stare at the linoleum lining the floor, a heavy hand skimming through his hair. His fingers twitched as he delivered a tight tug at his roots.

"Fuck, okay," he swore, the first time (Y/N) had ever heard her Harry curse, "(Y/N), I—"

Before much else to fall from his lips, Professor Stanfill started class with a boom of his monotone voice. Unlike usual, Harry didn't rise to attention, his posture staying slumped with his gaze looking helpless as he fought for words. (Y/N) took the opportunity to break and face forward; she couldn't look at him struggle like that anymore, especially knowing that she was the reason he was having to face this in the middle of lecture.

As Stanfill started on the unit, (Y/N) could only halfway listen when her attention was placed on the boy beside her who couldn't seem to get comfortable in his own skin. His leg was restless as it bounced under the table, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and his teeth chewing his bottom lip. She could feel his eyes flicking to her every few seconds, his gaze unable to settle before it was flitting across the room once more.

Harry had made it only ten minutes into class before he crossed the space between their chairs, leaning close to her though he didn't dare touch her. His lips were level with her ear, though she knew he was making a point to keep a distance, with only a tickle of his breath being felt against her neck.

"(Y/N)... I can explain. I jus' need t—"

"Mr. Styles, is there a problem back there?"

He froze for a moment under the attention, (Y/N) fully expecting Harry to back down and offer a polite no, sir, before melting back into his seat. Instead, she was shocked to find him shoveling his things back into his bag with frantic hands.

"Actually, sir," he started, giving (Y/N) a pleading look, "(Y/N) and I need to be excused. My apologies."

Harry grabbed for her elbow, urging her to grab her things in a scramble before he led her from the silent lecture hall. Not once did (Y/N) see even a tint of blush climb Harry's features.

Out in the hall, the clang of the heavy doors falling shut echoed loudly through the empty space. Harry didn't stop there, continuing to tug her through the doors leading to the quad, the corridor seemingly too small for the extent of his whirlwind feelings. Out on the green, only a small study group could be seen gathered in the far corner meters away beside the grandiose fountain (Y/N) passed on her way to the library, leaving them virtually alone.

She stayed back under the cover of the portico, her book bag tucked under her arm as she watched Harry pace over the grass that surrounded the building. His hands were relentless, digging through his hair and throwing the strands askew.

And, she thought she felt guilty keeping the information from him.

"So," he sighed, his feet coming to a standstill planted in the grass, "You know?"

"Mhm," she gulped, nodding her head despite the fact his eyes were trained on his feet, "I found you a few months ago but I just realized it was you."

When he raised his hands, (Y/N) expected another round of messing his hair, but instead he dug the heels of his palms into his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. He couldn't even look at her.

"And?"

She struggled with how to put her thoughts into words, unsure of how to make any of it make sense to him when it barely made sense to herself. "Well, it's definitely not what I expected... I never thought you'd..."

Her useless words trailed off, her half explanation hanging in the air when she realized she didn't know what else to say. What a supportive girlfriend she was; she couldn't even reassure him when he had so clearly taken her spot on the edge.

Harry's chest expanded with a shaky breath, his head shaking in jerking nods at her half-baked sentence. "Okay," he breathed, the words breaking under the weight of his anxiety, "Okay." When he finally managed to pull his hands from his face and look at her, his tear-sheened eyes were tinged with a red that matched the embarrassed hue of his cheeks, "I—uh—I have to go, (Y/N). I'll... I'll talk to you later."

"Wait, Har—"

Before she could even finish, he was rushing away with his bag banging against his knees and his  hand visibly tugging at his curls. He didn't stop or even slow at the sound of her protest—(Y/N) could have even argued that he walked away faster.

Shit.

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inertia is the law that dictates if any outside force is given to an object, its course will change

only one part left:( this one def has a lot of what everyone was waiting for and speculating over so I really hope it measures up to the ideas I heard!!! thank you so much for reading and sorry for any mistakes! lmk if you have any ideas for the next part or requests of your own!!

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gangrry being in a bad mood bc of work and yn cheers him up

okay let's write this cause i missed my gangrry babies 🙏🏻 hope you don't mind that this took an unexpected turn.

! | blowjob, harry's dirty mouth.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | GANGRRY UNIVERSE

It's ten at night when Y/N listens from the sofa as Harry throws his keys on the kitchen counter, announcing his arrival.

He sighs and appears in her vision, his suit is crumpled, his hair dishevelled from the number of times he's run his hands through it. The smile she gives him comforts him a little, and he lies down beside her, leaving a kiss on her lips first.

"Bad day?" She asks, pausing the Narcos series so she can give her husband her full attention.

"Don't mention it." Harry replies, closing his eyes when she strokes her nails across his scalp. "Louis forgot to check the perimeter of the drop point and the fucking cops almost found us."

Y/N swallows dryly at the thought that they almost catch the gang. "Well, but it all worked out and now you're home with me, mhm?"

The long-haired opens his eyes to look at her and smiles tiredly, you can see the dark circles under his eyes and the stress on his shoulders. She had to do something, he always comforted her when she came home from the restaurant stressed and it was only fair to give back what she got.

Y/N straddles him, making him smile. "Wha' are you doing, angel?"

"Can't I give love to my husband?" She murmurs, leaving kisses on his jaw and moving down to his neck as she undoes the buttons of the black dress shirt.

"M'love, you can do whatever the fuck y'want w'me."

Harry feels all the anger and stress melt away from his body thanks to the kisses and caresses of his love, he loves her so much. Although he doesn't say it very often, he shows it in everything he does, but sometimes he can't help the three words that escape from his mouth.

"I love you." He whispers and kisses her slowly, savouring the sweet taste of her mouth on his. "Gonna make me feel good?"

Y/N nods quickly, as her hands unbuckle his belt. "Yes, you always make me feel good and it's only fair that I do too."

Harry frowns and puts his hand on her cheek, looking into her eyes. "Hey, I make you feel good because I want to and because I like to. You don't have to if you don't want to, we can keep watching this shit series you're watching."

His tone is serious but sweet, and it makes her heart beat even harder for him. How could someone so ruthless and who had done so many bad things be so sweet and perfect with her?

"Of course I want to, H. I love you." She replies, kissing the cross tattoo on his hand, and he nods, lifting his pelvis to remove his trousers.

"Then I'm all yours."

Harry watches as Y/N slides over him until she's kneeling on the floor in front of his hardening crotch. She rests her cheek on the tiger tattoo, and with her index finger outlines the shape of his member, making him shudder.

She could be the sweetest and most tender person in the world, but when she wanted to, she could make him stutter.

"You got hard so fast... for me?" She asks, the sweet, slightly innocent tone in her voice only turning him on more.

"Of course, baby. Everything I do, everything I am, is for you." He whispers, resting his head on the back of the couch and letting her remove his boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down.

His cock is standing proudly against his belly, and Y/N lifts her head from his thigh so she can pay attention to it. She wraps her hand around him slowly and uses the precum as a lubricant to start moving her hand up and down.

"Shit, just like that." Harry resists the urge to lift his hips and lets her take her time.

She looks up at him from below, and sticks her tongue out from between her lips to lick the head slowly, staining her mouth white and making the gang leader feel like he could cum at any moment even though they just started.

"Mhm, so good." Y/N murmurs, and continues to lick him.

Harry can feel all the pent up stress leave with each lick, and when she takes him completely in her mouth he feels like a goner. He grunts as she moans around him, the vibrations reach everywhere on his body, and he slides a hand down to put it in her hair.

He doesn't speed up his movements, he just puts his hand there in a comforting way. The blowjob is messy, strands of drool escape from Y/N's mouth onto his balls and he loves every moment of it.

"Fucking Christ, keep it that way, angel." He moans, feeling her sucking him. "Such a pretty little mouth, who would've thought someone so sweet could suck a cock so damn well?"

She looks up at him, ignoring how her body demands attention and continues sucking until she pulls him out of her mouth and her hand takes his place.

"You're gonna cum in my mouth, Mr. Styles?"

Fuck.

Harry nods fast, and settles back on the couch for more control. "I will, shit– and then we'll go for a bath where I'll fuck you like you deserve."

Y/N feels herself getting more aroused at his words, and she puts her mouth back on his cock, sucking the head and then brushing her tongue over the vein that ran the length of his cavity.

She was the only one who could see Harry Styles, one of Europe's biggest criminals, moaning desperately for her, with his dress shirt unbuttoned revealing his tattoos glistening in the dim light of the TV.

Suddenly, he becomes more flustered, and clenches his fist in her hair. "I'm gonna cum, angel, fuck– m'gonna cum so fucking hard."

She speeds up her movements and slides one hand down to fondle his balls, which makes him grunt and lunge against her mouth, she holds back gagging and lets him do whatever he wants with her, until he cums. Y/N watches as his eyes close tightly and his mouth opens in an "O" and knows there's no prettier, more lustful sight than this.

"Fucking shit– you are so, so good." He murmurs breathlessly, watching between his half-closed eyelids as she pulls him out of her mouth, swallowing all of his cum and then putting his member back into her underwear.

They both curl up on the couch and Harry leaves kisses all over her face, silently thanking her for the treat. "Shall we go for a bath?"

She nods, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck. "I want a tea first."

"Anything for m'wife."

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“Mama? Mama? Daddy?”

The whimpers are trailing through their large bedroom as Ezra pushes open the door gently to step in.

Harry groans quietly, knows it can’t be more than six in the morning as his youngest son crawls up onto the bed in between the two.

“Hey bub,” Harry rasps at a low volume, “Don’t wake mama, remember she’s sleepin’ f’her and the baby in her belly.”

Ezra frowns at his father, wriggling in frustration when his dad holds him on his side and prohibits him from going to his mom.

“Mama!” Their son squeaks in defiance, ignoring his father, and it has YN stirring from her deep sleep with a jolt.

“S’okay?” She mumbles at the sound of her son’s cries, eyes still not open because she’s as tired as death from have a baby two weeks away from the due date taking up all the room in her body.

“Go back to sleep,” He murmurs, leaning over to kiss her forehead before turning to his pissed off child and huffs, “As f’you, you’re going on the step because y’didn’t listen to y’daddy.”

Ezra looks at him in betrayal, green puppy eyes soften, and he lisps, “M’sorry daddy.”

“I know y’are, Ez. But you need t’listen ‘cause you woke y’mama like I asked you not to do,” Harry tells him as he scoops him up and pads out of the room.

It is just the start to a hectic day.

After the step, Harry manages to tucked Ezra back into bed as all the boys usually sleep until around eight-thirty and it was only six fifteen.

When he gets back in their room, YN is nowhere to be found but he hears the water running in the bathroom.

She’s in their shower, droplets of water slipping off her taut belly but what concerns her husband is that she’s sitting on the shower bench with head against the tile and hands cupping her stomach.

“Mama? Wha’s goin’ on, darlin’?” Harry asks, stripping down quickly and stepping in to squat down in front of his wife.

“Just a few contractions,” YN mumbles tiredly, wincing when it’s just a light, little butterfly of a cramp.

Harry’s stomach swoops, a cautious smiles gracing his face, “D’you…y’think the bubbie is on its way?”

YN sighs in pleasure when his hands massage at her thighs as she lets of a puff of air, “No, I’ve had these with all the boys - they’re not like real contractions.”

“I think y’should stay home tonight,” He tells him wife, ducking down to kiss over her thin, stretched skin where his baby is tucked away safely.

She frowns, hands coming to rest of his broad damp shoulders, “No, your mum is coming to watch them and I thought afterwards we were going to get a hotel room for the night.”

“I know that, baby. Y’think tha’ I would turn willingly turn down an opportunity to get y’alone for the night?” He chuckles but it dies off when she doesn’t laugh.

“We’re having our night out,” YN replies curtly, not leaving any room for argument.

But it’s Harry so, of course, he argues.

“Don’t be stubborn w’me,” Harry grits out, hands pausing on her skin, “I can ask m’mum to take the boys up to her house for the night so we can have a night in here.”

“Do you not listen?” YN bites back, eyes narrowing, “I said that I don’t want to move it and I still want to have a night out.”

Harry bristles with irritation, “And I said, it’s not a good idea because y’close to popping and y’have pain. A baseball game isn’t the best place f’you.”

With the lack of sleep from being pregnant, then her son waking her up, and adding the mini contractions - she really isn’t in the mood and is quite cranky.

“Just being I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t make my own decision!” YN snaps angrily, pushing Harry’s hands off of her.

He stands up with a furrowed brow, tattoos shining as they get splashed with water, chest puffing out as he replies loudly.

“I get to make that choice too because it’s my baby in your belly!” Harry booms back, shaking his hair out like a wet dog.

“Get out,” His wife demands, pointing towards the glass door, trying to disguise a wince from a sharp stab of pain.

“Fine by me.”

With that, he’s wrapping a towel around his waist and storming out of the bathroom.

-

YN ends up getting her way, sitting in her normal seat by the third base line with a water and soft pretzel.

Harry made it clear that he wasn’t happy that she was there but didn’t want to make their fight any worse before he played.

One of the games during inning break was guess the sex where multiple teammates guessed what they were having.

It ends on Harry, the crowd goes wild as the interview asks, “Do you guys know what you’re having?”

Harry smiles to the camera, jaw clenching tightly as he chews his gum, “No, we decided to keep it a surprise.”

“Well you have three boys already, hoping for a girl or another boy?”

“We’ll be happy as long as they’re healthy,” Harry responds before the segment ends and the crowd coos.

YN, however, zoned out and couldn’t quite enjoy it because of how the contractions have picked up in severity.

It only took a few of them to realize that the baby was coming and coming soon.

But she’s stubborn, convinces herself that it isn’t happening quite yet, and just keeps her palm tightly against her taut belly.

By the fifth inning, YN can’t even focus on anything but breathing deep and Harry must notice because after the switch - he’s jogging over to her.

“Mama. Are you-“

“The baby’s coming, Harry,” YN gasps out, a light sheen of sweat decorating her forehead, “S’coming really fucking soon.”

Most baseball players would be torn.

He’s in the middle of a fantastic game where all eyes are proudly on him from the fans to his coaches.

Not Harry, he pecks his wife’s nose, and says, “Alright, let me tell coach.”

“But- you’re in a middle of a game -“

Harry shakes his head, “No, m’baby is about to be born. I’m not missing it for a fuckin’ baseball game.”

Then…this is a spectacle that makes the news outlets job easy for weeks.

A fight.

A nasty fight between the coach and their star player.

“Styles, you’re not leaving!” Coach Hammon demands as they stand in the dugout - nose to nose with inflated chests to show dominance.

Harry is much more intimidating.

“I’m not askin’, I’m tellin’ you m’leavin’,” He booms back, pulling off his guards and cup - throwing them to the bench.

“You have a game to finish!”

“Get the fuck outta my face,” Harry roars angrily, teammates holding him back as his coach nearly is spitting with fury.

“You’re going to get a major fucking fine for this, I’ll make sure of it!” Hammon threatens with a finger in his face.

“Make it a million! I’ll give y’to happily, fuckin’ prick,” He laughs, shaking off his teammates to run in the locker room to change back into his normal clothes and grab his phone.

Security had guided YN to the private entrance in the back of the stadium where Harry had his car parked and help her into the SUV.

“Oh mama,” Harry pouts, reaching over to get the belt over her belly before clicking it in place, “Y’so stubborn sometimes.”

YN begins to sniffle between the debilitating cramps , “I-I don’t have my hospital ba-bag and the kids aren’t set up for us to be gone. Harry, Ezra is going to be so anxious-“

Harry grips her hand in his empty one, “Breathe, sweetheart. M’mum can handle everything, y’know that. Just gotta focus on breathing.”

“Ooh-“ YN whines, spreading her legs to try to stay comfortable as her body wants to push the baby out before she’s ready, “Ohh, fuck. The—the baby is so being impatient.”

He laughs, heart pounding and his throat tight, “Fifteen minutes and we’re there.”

It was the hospital closer to their house, outside the city, and luckily, traffic wasn’t completely horrific like it normally was.

About ten minutes into the drive, YN is sweating so fiercely that she tugs off her hoodie so she’s just in her leggings and sports bra.

“H, hurry please,” She groans miserably, hips wriggling against the seat as she inhales and exhales sharply through her nose.

Harry’s trying to keep his eye on the road but can’t help but look at his wife too, his hand resting on her stomach.

“Y’got this, mama. C’mon, gonna give us a healthy little baby right? Perfect, doin’ perfect,” He praises, he’d already called the hospital to warn them of their arrival.

Then she gasps, looking down between her legs, and the heather grey of her leggings darkening, “My-my water j-just broke.”

“Five minutes, darling. Doin’ fuckin’ well, y’can squeeze my hand, c’mon now. S’just our little bubbie trying to come see us, gonna meet our baby today, huh?”

“What if it’s a girl?” YN can help but grin in between pants and heaves.

Harry was truthful when he said he didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl as long as they were healthy - he would be happy if he had a fourth boy.

But YN knew that he would be blown away if they had a little girl (like he truly wanted). He had however already convinced himself they were having another boy.

“S’a boy,” Harry replies with a roll of his eyes.

-

It doesn’t take long until she’s in a hospital gown, on the bed, and her hands behind her knees - holding her legs up as she pushes.

“Fuck, oh my god,” YN hisses, she was close to the baby being born that there wasn’t any time to administer her an epidural.

“Y’got it,” Harry encourages, one hand on her pulsing stomach and the other on her shoulder, “Mama, look at you - doing so so fucking well. C’mon give us another baby boy, right?”

YN can only nod tearfully, her hair was matted to her neck and forehead, droplets of sweat drizzling down her temple as she groaned and cursed.

“I can’t-, it’s too much,” YN cries at one point which makes Harry lean down to thumb away the exercition.

“Gave us three healthy babies this way, know y’can,” Harry promises, peppering kisses all over her face as she scrunches her face.

“Okay, we see the head and the baby has a just a little sprinkling of hair! Unlike your other ones!” The doctor laughs as they maneuver to pull out the baby.

He had also delivered the other three, whom all came out with thick brunette curls that were unmistakably their father’s.

“Mom! Give me a few more pushes and then we’re golden!”

YN bears down, eyes pinched shut, lips quivering, and veins sticking out on her neck as she pushes with all of her might.

“Here we go!”

A shrill, piercing cry erupts in the room as YN’s head falls back in exhaustion and she lets out a loud sob of relief.

“Congratulations on your new baby girl!” The doctor announces holding up the wriggling newborn who was indeed female.

Despite the exhaustion, YN knew she had to look at Harry who had frozen like a statue - his eyes wide in surprise and puffy lips parted.

“S’a girl?” He asks dumbly, even as he watches the nurses begin to clean up the baby, “I….S’a baby girl?”

A nurse chuckles, “Yes, Mr. Styles. A healthy little baby girl.”

And Harry just…he just looses it.

He’s sobbing with a hand over his mouth as he stares at his newborn daughter, “Oh my fuckin’ god. S’a little girl. We have a daughter, mama.”

YN is just as excited but she nods contently, Harry’s hand is combing through her hair and he leans down to nuzzle her cheek, whispering praises, “Did so good. Best mama out there. Gave us four babies. Y’bloody amazing.”

Then the baby is being laid on her bare chest and Harry is just bewildered, he expected another carbon copy of himself like with his boys but…

“Fuck,” He chuckles tearfully, scrubbing his cheeks with his hand, “She looks exactly like you. She’s fuckin’ breathe-taking, s’beautiful. Mama, look at ‘er, she’s absolutely perfect.”

The newborn is squeaking and rooting in their mother’s breast, already knowing what it’s looking for an instinct.

“Tha’s m’girl, already knows where the best place on this earth is,” Harry laughs boyishly, carefully running his fingers over smooth skin as YN can’t do anything but roll her eyes at him.

And he’s just…enamored.

Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of her for even a moment.

She is magnetic and Harry can’t pull as way as he continuously traces her small, familiar features that are all encompassing of her mother.

-

“Mu-Mum,” Harry sniffles when his mother picks up the phone, it’s late - nearly two in the morning and his wife and daughter were settled and both asleep.

“Oh dear, is everything going okay?” Anne asks nervously.

“Yeah, everything’s ama-amazing,” Harry tells her, voice cracking on amazing as he tries to keep himself quiet, “W-we had a little girl, mum. S-she’s s-so pretty and delicate and just…she-she’s perfect and healthy.”

Harry and Anne talk for a bit until their daughter starts wriggling with discomfort and they hang up for the night.

YN was out like a light, sleep had settled deep in her bones, and her body was completely worn down so nothing was waking her right now.

He tugs off his shirt, picks up his daughter from the bassinet, and tucks her against his bare chest so she’s cuddled right against his pec.

“Y’know I love y’so much already?” Harry whispers to the eight pound bundle in his arms, “Already obsessed w’you, just like I am with y’mama.”

He moves to the hospital recliner and kicks his feet up, “We wanted y’so so much. I knew I wanted babies w’your mama after the third date. Never loved someone like I love y’mama and y’big brothers.”

Briar let’s put a huff, blinking blearily at her father, and letting out at big yawn that has Harry giggling softly, “Look at you. Y’my lil’ mama, huh?”

-

The next morning, Harry had snuck out to get her a Starbucks and when he came back his wife was feeding their daughter.

“How are y’feelin’, mama?” Harry murmurs quietly, placing her cup down before cradling her cheek and kissing her a long moment.

“Sore, tired, happy,” She replies, they both just stare down at the suckling baby who isn’t having any issues with eating.

“I’m so pro-“

They’re cut off by a knock before the door cracks open, Anne appears with three little boys in tow who have wide curious eyes.

There is a echo of ‘daddy!’ and ‘mama!’ as they scamper in, Easton who is nearly seven is calmer than his brothers - simply trails over to his dad to stand cautiously next to him.

Cash and Ezra scuttle towards their mother and Harry had to stand up quickly and scoop both of them up before they can crawl on the bed.

They grumble as Harry rounds them up until they’re all looking at him, “We have to be careful with mama and the baby, okay? I need y’to say, ‘yes daddy’.”

All the boys agree, timidly walking over to the bedside, where YN greets them all with forehead kisses before rearranging their daughter for the boys to see.

“Meet your little sister, her name is Briar,” YN tells them with a smile as the squeaky baby blinks at her crowd of big brothers.

“S’my baby!” Ezra squeaks excitedly, making everyone laugh and Harry picks him up to prop him on his hip.

“Yeah, she’s gonna be your lil’ baby, huh?” Harry coos, heart bursting with an unexplainable amount of love in his heart.

They let all the boys up on the small hospital bed, surrounding the little bundle with intrigued - Easton seems the least excited until Harry guides his hand to his sister’s.

When Briar wraps her fingers around his thumb tightly, Easton looks up in excitement, “She likes me, Daddy!”

Cash hesitantly rubs his palm on her other hand and squawks out a giggle when she does the same to his hand, “Look mama!”

“She loves you lots already,” YN assures them, hand combing through his unruly curls that were getting a bit long.

Ezra, however, nuzzled deeply into his mother’s side with a sad whine, a little jealous as he stares conflicted at his sister.

“No, bad baby,” The two and a half year old frown before kicking his feet out a bit in frustration at the situation.

“Ezra, absolutely no kicking or I’m taking you off the bed,” Harry replies firmly with a raised eyebrow, “We’re nice to the baby, have t’take care of her, right?”

It only takes few minutes for Ezra to settle and begins to pepper kisses all over Briar’s head and offering her one of his dolls.

Harry had went from worrying about never finding someone he could click with, worrying he would end up alone to having an amazing wife and four children who love him so much.

He starts tearing up again and it startles Cash, is demanding to be picked up by his father, “Daddy! Why are y’crying?”

Harry makes eye contact with YN as he picks up his son and murmurs, “Daddy is just happy…really really happy.”

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Harry Styles Seen Grabbing Coffee After Being Fined $125,000 for Leaving Mid-Game

It is alleged that allstar baseball player, Harry Styles, left mid-game from Yankee Stadium due to his wife going into labor.

It seems to be confirmed that their fourth child was born as Harry was spotted by paparazzi snagging a coffee right next to a hospital.

He looked exhausted and refused to answer any questions from the paps as they trailed him before he allegedly cursed them out before disappearing back into the hospital.

The only question he responded to was about his large fine from the night before and he simply responded (quite cockily), “Happy to pay it, doesn’t put a dent in my bank account.”

how about when they first noticed ezra was a nervous and anxious baby ?

Seperation

prompt: the moment when h and yn decide that Ezra needs to see a therapist.

warnings: angst

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It’s late at night, like 3 in the morning, and Harry was down in Atlanta for three games with the Braves.

Easton and Cash had long adjusted to their father being away for short spurts of time - doesn’t mean they don’t miss him but they know he’ll come back to them.

Ezra was another story.

YN felt dread anytime he went away for a game because her youngest got so anxious and had trouble sleeping.

He was usually okay during the day (Harry was gone for practice and obligations during most mornings and afternoons).

It was at night time.

She really didn’t want to call and bother her husband because he had just played a game that went into three innings of overtime and had gotten a gnarly bruise on his thigh from a ball hitting him as he batted.

When they’d FaceTimed after the game, about eight, he had been so exhausted in his hotel room that his eyes were nearly closing as he spoke to her.

Now at three, three in the morning, Ezra still hasn’t went to bed because of how fussy and tearful he was - babbling about his father.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” He was whining into his mother’s neck, his hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her skin.

“Ezzie, baby. We have to calm down. Mama’s here and daddy is okay, he’s just working,” She murmured to him for the hundredth time that night.

YN was sat in the den with him because she didn’t want him waking up his brothers or his little sister who just begun to sleep through the night for the most part.

At one point, she did stir for a night feeding, and as YN sat on her bed - Briar latched sleepily, Ezra was nestled tightly into her other side.

When it hit three-thirty, she began to feel herself get frustrated because she couldn’t fix the situation - no matter what she did.

She knew once tears began rolling down her own cheeks that she had to call Harry.

It was never that she was worried he would be mad that she called, she just felt guilty because he had worked so hard already that day.

YN reaches for her phone, taking a deep inhale before pressing his contact for facetime.

It rings three times before it’s picked up, completely dark in his room, and he rasps out drowsily, “Wha’s going on, mama? Y’alright? The babies alright?”

“I-I can’t get him to settle,” YN takes a deep breath, the sleep deprivation making her want to just break down and sob.

“Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ezra just chants, eyes wide on the screen, searching for his father to just appear but all he sees is darkness.

That causes him to just start bawling his eyes out when he can’t will his father onto the phone like he wants.

“Whoa, Ezzie. Sweet boy, c’mon. Y’gotta breathe s’daddy can understand you,” Harry coos, stirring to turn on the light and illuminate his pillow-creased face.

“Daddy!” His voice is shrill, high-pitched and it makes YN’s ears ring.

“Ezra Duke,” Harry says a little more firmly, “Daddy can’t understand you when you scream, okay?”

The little boy sniffles and tries to catch his breath, leaning into where YN is rubbing soothing circles into his back.

“Miss you,” His son whimpers sadly, bringing his voice down a notch, “Come home, please.”

“I am flying’ home tomorrow, bab. Daddy will be home around noon but you have to be good for mama,” He says, voice still smooth and calm.

“Now!” Ezra screams in a way he usually never does and then continues, “Now! Now daddy! Now!”

Both parents are taking aback, Harry with wide eyes and parted lips as he watching his son through his phone and YN just squeezes her eyes shut, exhaling out of her mouth.

“Mama, breathe,” Harry directs towards her, can tell how overwhelmed she is getting from all the chaos of his screaming.

“Daddy, daddy,” Ezra blubbers, green eyes angry and anxious at the same time, “Please, home!”

YN hears noise from behind her, to see her eight year old padding into the room with his unruly curls poking every which way.

“Mama, is Ezzie okay?” Easton wonders, knuckling his eyes sleepily and then Cash follows right behind him in his dinosaur pajamas.

“Fuck, he woke up the boys,” YN informs Harry tearfully, “I just…I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything to make him feel better.”

The older boys peek into the screen to smile at their dad and Harry gives them a tense smile, “Hi boys, I know Ez is being loud but can y’two be good f’your mama and go back to bed?”

They agree, giving their upset brother a kiss and then their mom before talking quietly to each other as they walk up the stairs.

“Daddy? Home, please! Hold me!” Ezra wails, clinging to his mother’s neck tightly enough to hurt as he tantrums.

“This is the worst it’s ever been, he’s normally stopped before I’ve had to call you,” YN groans, rocking him swiftly against her for lack of a better idea.

“Wait…” Harry sits up, scrubbing a hand over his puffy face, “Has this been happening’ every time m’away?”

“It just started two to three months ago but he’s always been able to be calmed down within an hour or so,” YN replies, shushing Ezra as he babbles over and over again daddy, daddy, daddy.

Harry’s jaw tightens and his frown settles into a deep crease, “Well why a’ve you not told me that m’baby has been cryin’ for me when I’m gone? Do y’not think that’s important?”

YN recognizes his irritation and is running on less than five hours of sleep over two days and may he’s it back with an even sharper tone.

“We can’t change that you’re gone. I’m trying to handle it, Harry.”

“Y’not doin’ a bloody good job at it!” Harry bites back in frustration, heart pounding in desperation as he hears his son cry for him.

“Daddy, daddy, come on.”

Then YN looks at him with watering, hurt eyes, “I’m doing my best. You’re not here, I can’t make you appear. I’m trying to calm him down without having to wake you up.”

And Harry shouldn’t but he’s angry and misses his babies - all of them but especially the one who needs him the most right now.

“Y’dont think I deserve to know tha’ Ezra’s been acting like this?” Harry snaps before adding, “In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.”

And wow, those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was instilling all the insecurities that she had bubbling in her chest.

In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.

Harry automatically knows that he spoke before he thought and he let his stressed out mind say untrue hurtful things.

He part his lips about to speak before YN cuts him off.

“If you can do it so much better than me, fucking good you. Then come home and fix this because I give up,” YN laughs without humor, finger finding the red button to hang out and disconnecting.

Harry tried calling back over and over and over but YN just hangs her head, sniffling, as she watches her tired, anxious little son finally drift off to sleep.

At some point, her phone stops ringing when he’s given up and it doesn’t ring again until for another thirty minutes.

She knew he was going to keep calling until she picked up - had been that way since they first started dating.

By now, Ezra was asleep in his room and YN was sat against their headboard - having tossed the tear soaked shirt she had on off and was feeding Briar once more.

The millionth facetime request comes through and finally she swipes to answer, he’s furious right as they connect, “D’you have any idea how worried I am? Y’cant ju-“

He stops himself when he sees his baby girl pop her head from her mother’s breast with puffy lips and look at the screen, “Dadadadada.”

“Oh, hi lil’ mama,” Harry changes his tone completely, face softening - “Did I interrupt y’eatin’? S’mama being so nice and feeding you?”

Briar just smiles with a gapped baby tooth smile, a dimple pushing into her left cheek as she does so.

“Guess I’m good for one thing, right? A fucking milk-maker,” YN scoffs at her husband’s opposite tone as she guides Briar gently back down to finish her meal.

Harry frowns, “Y’know tha’s not anything near the truth and tha’ I think you’re the best mama to our babies. M’just upset.”

“You told me my best wasn’t good enough, I can’t believe you would say something like tha’ to me,” YN begins to sniffle again.

“Sweetheart, m’sorry. I ju-“

“What did you call for, Harry? It’s nearly four-thirty in the morning and I haven’t slept for nearly two days now. I want to feed her and go to sleep,” YN’s voice is disconnected and exhausted.

“To talk, I didn’t say how I was feeling correctly-“

“When you come home tomorrow you can fix everything and I’ll let you because I’m not doing a good enough job,” His wife cuts him off again.

Harry starts to feel a ball of worry form in his throat as he hears how unemotional and distance his wife sounds with him.

He had totally said the wrong things as his wife was just trying to do her best at balancing four babies while he was away.

“Please, let me apologize-“

“I would like to go to sleep. Please don’t call back,” YN responds before ending the phone call and leaving the screen dark.

They rarely ever fought. Especially like this.

He’s man enough to admit that he cries after he tries calling back (even though she said not to) and it went straight to voicemail.

-

He tries facetiming in the morning, at around nine right before if flight takes off - surprised when it actually was picked up.

Harry only sees YN for a brief moment before she’s propping up the camera on the kitchen table so that Easton and Cash are in view eating pancakes and Briar is in her high chair with blueberries staining her chubby cheeks.

Ezra must still be in bed.

“Hi bubbies,” Harry greets with a smile as they’re curls shake as they look up with excited smiles.

“Daddy! You comin’ home?” Cash squeaks excitedly through a mouthful of food.

“Hi dad!” Easton chimes in, waving.

Briar is only half-interested, more taken by the fact that if she squishes the berries between her fingers they turn mushy, babbles out a, “Daddadaa.”

“I’ll be home in like three hours, ‘kay” Harry informs them - his heart aches to be there right now with theme

“Ezzie cried all night,” Cash let’s his father know.

“Mama cried too,” Easton whispers, like it’s a secret that he doesn’t want her to hear, “I think she is really sad.”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, “I know. Ezzie was sad last night. Can I talk to mama?”

Easton looks to his mother off camera as she must say something to him to repeat to Harry, “Mama said that she is busy and she’ll see you when you get home.”

He clenches his fist off camera, trying to smile but he knows it’s terse as he says, “Alright, I love you all. See y’when I get home.”

-

Meanwhile, YN gets all the children settled after breakfast.

Easton, Cash, and Ezra in the backyard - the two older ones digging holes for bugs and the younger playing in the sandbox.

Briar was snoozing in the cradle of YN’s elbow as she sat on a chaise - watching the kids.

She hits the number she was looking for, waiting for it to ring, and then she hears, “Hillside Pediatrics, this is Jess.”

The office knew the family well because Harry is Harry Styles and they have four children who visit there.

YN inquires about therapeutic options for him, resources, and if they had any recommendations for where to take him.

Like the super mom she is, she manages to set up an intake appointment that evening (which was a miracle on its own), call Anne and ask to watch the other children, and then take a deep breathe.

Harry steps through the back door, dressed in his usual Yankees hoodie, Nike shorts, and trainers looking tanner than before.

“Hi bubbies!” He greets, basking in when all of his children look up and squeal excitedly at the sight of their father.

Easton and Cash are the fastest, racing to cling to each legs and nuzzle into his thigh with a tight hug.

Ezra is slower, by the time he’s arrived to his father - there was no room for him to shuffle in and he automatically lets out an earth-shattering wail.

Just like before.

“Daddy! Hold me! Daddy, hold me please!” His youngest son begs desperately, stretching up his arms, and letting hot tears stream down his cheeks.

Harry tuts, reaching for him and popping him on his hip but Ezra has other ideas - scrambling until his nose is pressed into the curve of Harry’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Ezzie, c’mon now,” Harry titters softly, reaching down to give both of his other boys a kiss on the head before they dart back off to play.

“Daddy, miss you,” Ezra blubbers sadly, Harry wincing when his son yanks a bit in his longer curls by the nape of his neck.

“Y’okay, daddy’s got you. Relax, breathe bubba,” His father reassured him, swaying softly back and forth until he’s just sniffing.

“We have an appointment with a children’s play therapist for him later at five,” YN tells him, shushing Briar who’s squeaking from the noise.

Harry takes a deep inhale, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Can we talk now since y’been ignoring my calls?”

YN bristles at the attitude in his tone, “Excuse me if I’d rather not be critiqued on my skills as a mother when I am sleep-deprived and stressed out.”

He clenches his jaw, speaking lowly with firmness, “Y’bein’ absurd! I didn’t critique to you, y’blowing things out of proportion! Y’the one who didn’t tell me this was going on!”

“It didn’t get that bad until last night! I could handle it - he would just be upset for a little before bed but he’d never got that anxious before,” She justifies, returning the glare he’s giving her.

“Didn’t think y’could mentioned it to me? I have a right to know, he’s m’baby too. I could have fix this yet you were letting him suffer,” Harry bites out but know as soon as it’s out of his mouth that he wishes he could swallow the words back down.

You were letting him suffer.

YN doesn’t even argue back, just starts bawling because of how hurtful those words were and how could he even say that?

“Mama, fuck- I didn’t, I’m just-“

His wife gets up without a word, using Briar’s blanket to wipe at her wet cheeks, and vanishing through the sliding back doors.

Ezra was snoozing peacefully on him and he couldn’t leave the boys outside alone so he resorts to sitting down on one of the outdoor couches and curse internally.

He couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. He just felt so….betrayed that she hadn’t told him what had been going on and he felt like he was letting down Ezra.

It was a nasty feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach because he was away so much from his family and it was stressful for everyone.

He wanted to cry at the idea of his son crying for him every night.

-

Harry starts to get anxious when YN isolates herself in their bedroom with Briar for the next upcoming hours.

He knocks softly, opening the door to YN turned on her side away from him, under the covers, with Briar asleep in her bassinet asleep.

“Mama? Y’awake?” Harry murmurs cautiously with a sandwich and chips since she’d disappeared and hadn’t been down once, water in the other hand.

“Are the boys okay?” YN asks quietly, not bothering to turn over to face him.

“Yes, babies are fine. They’re watchin’ Toy Story right now, eatin’ lunch,” Harry replies, eyes falling in his beautiful little daughter.

“If the boys are fine then I don’t want you in here,” YN tells him with an angry tone but low enough that it won’t disturb Briar.

Harry nearly whimpers.

“Baby, please. We need to talk-“

“If the boys are fine, I want you to leave me alone.”

Harry hesitates by the door, feeling helpless as he slips the plate onto the dresser in case she is hungry but he doubts she’ll touch it.

“Alright, I’ll leave y’be. Call me if y’need anythin’ or help with Briar,” He offers, trying to buy time in the room.

She laughs sarcastically, “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re notified because I can’t do a good enough job myself.”

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to conjure up the perfect words to fix this situation but it’s interrupted.

“Daddy? Daddy? Where? Hold me!” Ezra screeches as Easton stands outside the door with him, holding his hand.

“Dad, he won’t stop,” The oldest complains with annoyance as Ezra scurries to his father and up into his arms.

“Daddy daddy,” He chants into his father’s skin with relief.

“Thank y’East, Ezzie’s been sad lately. Huh?” Harry replies, thumbing at Easton’s cheek.

The oldest shrugs, “Not always. Mama cheers him up all the time with kisses and hugs.”

Harry gazes back to the lump under the blankets and feels himself getting choked up. He really really regretted his words.

He didn’t regret being upset with her. He regrets the cheap shots he took at his wife who’s just trying to be a full time mom to his babies.

“Mama?” Ezra squeaks at the word, realizing he hasn’t seen her recently and then he’s back to tantruming, “Mama, mama, mama. Where’s mama?”

“M’right here, Ez,” YN murmurs, flipping to her other side so that her youngest could see her. His face lights up and he scurries to the bed, scampering up until his mom is tucking him under the blankets with her.

Harry’s heart aches when Ezra whimpers quietly and burrows into her warm chest with happiness that he found his mother.

“Y’got him?” Harry asks, hand raking through Easton’s curls as he leans into his father’s side.

“Can we go play now, dad?” Easton asks impatiently, tugging his father out of the room and down the staircase.

-

Anne shows up and the two older ones are so excited, bouncing up and down as they tug her into the backyard to show her the holes they dug with Briar popped on her hip - gnawing on her shirt collar.

YN brings Ezra down the stairs, curls tamed with a bit styling mousse and a little adias x disney outfit that was the cutest thing ever. ***

Harry reaches out to take Ezra off YN but he whines and shakes his head, clinging to his mother like it was life or death.

“No daddy! Mama!” Ezra pouts angrily, glaring at his father with protectiveness.

He puts his hands up, “Okay, okay. Y’can stay with y’mama.”

-

The car ride is silent, Harry doesn’t know what to say and YN isn’t giving him anything to work with. He feels like he’ll just say the wrong thing again.

When they pull up to the building and Harry puts it in park, he’s startled when his wife just starts bawling into her hands.

Harry freezes for a second with wide eyes before rumbling, “Mama, sweetheart. Please don’t cry, it breaks m’heart, darlin’.”

“I’m…I’m no-not a good mom,” YN cries, “I wanted to tell you but I was scared. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle raising our babies.”

Harry pries her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks and firmly staring, full conviction in his voice, “If I didn’t think y’could handle four babies then I wouldn’t have put them in you. I wouldn’t talk about putting more in you.”

YN’s eyes are watering, letting Harry swipe the tears away with his thumbs as she inhales deeply, “I am so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

Harry leans forward, kissing her harshly before whispering against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about baseball in comparison to you and the kids. I’d give it up this second if y’asked. I want to worry because you’re the love of m’life and I’m y’husband - I’m here to support you and support our family.”

He continues, “I am a bit frustrated with you. I want you to tell me everything I miss when I’m gone even if it stresses me out or upsets me. Okay? But I shouldn’t have said hurtful things. You’re the best mama on this planet and y’treat our babies the best.”

YN nods, willing herself to stop crying as their appointment starts in ten minutes as she takes steady breathes.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. I just…I feel like you do everything for us and the least I could do is manage the kids,” She sighs with self-deprecation.

“Mama, just because one of our bubs needs therapy doesn’t mean you’re not doing a perfect job. We’ve always know Ezzie was an anxious baby. This is going to be good for him and for us, right?” He encourages, nosing at her cheek before she offers up her lips once more for a short kiss.

“I love you,” YN tells him, running a thumb of a light dusting of stubble on his jawline.

“Love y’more than anything,” He replies instantly.

-

Ezra is nervous as they step into the calming, peaceful office where there are neatly organized buckets of toys and shelves of books.

Patricia was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who welcomed them in, she observed how Ezra had himself wrapped around his dad with hesitant green eyes peeking at her.

As they sit down, Patricia says softly, “This must be Ezra?”

They all wait for a moment before the toddler turns around to look at the woman and says timidly, “m’Ezzie.”

“Hi Ezzie,” The therapist greets and he gives her a cautious smile before nuzzling back into his father’s neck.

The discuss what has been going on. How Ezra has always been very nervous, anxious, cautious in a way that none of his other siblings are.

How he struggles when one of his parents is away from him, how he can get upset if he can’t find one of his siblings, or how much he worries about things most kids his age don’t worry about.

Patricia does an excellent job in calming down the parents, assuring them that it was nothing out of the norm, and that therapy would be beneficial for him.

She states that they’ll work a lot of feelings - being able to describe and recognize them. That will be one of the most important things.

Also working on his ability to calm down and cope with stressful situations, recommending once a week which of course his parents agreed to.

By the end of the intake, Ezra had ventured to take one of the baby dolls from a bin and bring it back to his father.

“Look daddy, s’a baby,” He lisps proudly, holding it up to show him.

“Good job, bubs,” Harry laughs, leaning to kiss his forehead - watching him toddle off to find more dolls to play with.

-

That night, after all the kids go to bed, and YN is finishing her final feeding with Briar in her nursery before putting in her crib.

Harry runs a nice, steaming bath with lavender bubbles and a candle burning with the lights dimmed low.

When she finds him, he slowly undresses her with warm kisses and praises of how good of a wife and mother she is.

They lay in there together, YN between his legs with her head rested on his chest, as his hands massage at her tummy and hips lovingly.

And yeah, everything is okay after that.

They get up the next day and everything is back to normal except now Ezra goes to therapy once a week with his parents.

(Ezra ends up working with Patricia until he’s in about sixth grade.)

they re so cute im dying

Omg, could we see popular!yn asking nerd!Harry to teach her how to play one of his games? I just know those two are gonna be adorable 🥺

of course we can! first blurb bestiesss <3

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | NERD!HARRY UNIVERSE

Y/N's lying on her tummy on Harry's bed, scrolling through Instagram and checking that her feed is tidy while he shouts about a game he's playing.

She sighs and puts her phone down so she can look at her boyfriend. He's so cute, his hair is held back by a bandana of hers and it lets the perfection of his face show.

"Shit! they're gonna kill me." He speaks into the air, wiggling his fingers on the Playstation 4 joystick.

Y/N knows what game he's playing, she's seen Zayn playing it, it's a zombie one, though she doesn't know the name.

She comes to the end of the bed where he sits playing, and hugs him from behind, leaving kisses on his neck that make him lose his concentration.

"Lo– Lovie..." He says, now his movements are clumsy and his character is about to be killed by a weird zombie.

Y/N smiles, and lifts her head from his neck to look at his side. "I miss you, why don't you teach me how to play?"

Harry stops looking at the TV to stare at her, causing his character to die, but he didn't care, she was more important.

"You want me to, uh, teach y'how to play?" he asks, his belly full of butterflies.

It was the first time she'd ever asked him to teach her how to do anything. In their five month relationship, he was usually the apprentice and she the master, because he didn't know anything about girls, but Y/N knew about videogames since she grew up with Zayn and they played together.

"Yeah, it sounds like a good game, whatever it's called–"

"The Last Of Us." He interrupts her, but then nods leaving a shy kiss on her cheek. "Yeah, okay, I'll show yeh."

Y/N smiles and manages to sit on her completely flushed boyfriend's lap, and he slips his arms around her waist towards her thighs so he can show her the controls.

"O– Okay, for walking it's just like this, but you're gonna need to run sometimes, especially if the runners show up." He shows her, moving his hands over the joystick, and she hums attentively. "–There's also the clickers, they're blind but their hearing is perfect so you're gonna have to be careful."

The curly boy keeps talking, but the popular girl only turns her head to rest it on his shoulder and stare at him. It was amazing how someone so good and beautiful had been ignored for years, but they both liked to think that maybe it was fate to know each other.

"Are you listening?" He asks snapping her out of her daydream. He stares at her, but she can tell he's completely nervous to have her gaze on his face. "Wha's wrong?"

"You're so fucking perfect."

Harry's eyes widen, and his mouth opens and closes several times in search of an answer but to no avail, and it makes her giggle and snuggle against him.

"I'm not." He finally answers, letting out a nervous laugh and shaking his head, causing curls to escape from his (her) bandana.

Y/N manages to turn in his lap so that they're facing each other, and she nods, nuzzling her boyfriend's face, staring into his green eyes.

"To me, you are."

She leaves a kiss on his lips, smiling at how Harry pursues her mouth when they pull apart, but he clears his throat shyly, and says:

"Can we please get back to the game?"

They both giggle, and Y/N picks up the joystick again. "Yes, but after you teach me we're gonna paint our nails, I bought some new nail polish that is awesome and I want us to try it out alright?"

"Yes, ma'am."

she is so hot and he is so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺

LOVE'S A GAME, WANNA PLAY?

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | NERD!HARRY UNIVERSE (coming soon!)

Summary: Y/N returns from shopping and meets his brother's best friends, even though the shy one seems to steal her attention from the rest. And she wants to find out if he really is as innocent as he seems.

W/N: FIRST PIECE OF THE NERD!HARRY X POPULAR YN UNIVERSE. it'll be the same as since forever AND gangrry, mostly they'll be blurbs! i wanna clarify that i write Y/N with alexa demie in mind though i will always write a NEUTRAL reader. enjoy this, love u ♡

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Y/N wasn't bad at school.

Seriously! even though she occasionally got into fights, she wasn't a complete genius but she passed her exams, and that was enough for her parents to be proud of her and let her do anything she wanted.

The amount of expensive make-up in her private bathroom is proof of how spoilt she was, but she had her reasons. She was a good daughter, a good person, sometimes she could be a bitch but she had her reasons and that was if you messed with her or someone she loves.

Her older brother Zayn was also decently good, so their parents had given him a "gamer" computer to play hours and hours of online games, of course, he had to keep up his good grades. When he wasn't playing with her, he was playing with his mates on Discord, she didn't know who they were, but they treated her brother well and that was enough.

She comes back to reality when her best friend parks in front of her house after an outing to the mall. "Y/N? We're here."

"Ah! yes, sorry." She replies while chewing gum. "Thanks! I'll send you pics trying on the clothes!"

"Please avoid sending me the ones trying on the lingerie!"

Y/N enters her house laughing, dropping the bags on the kitchen island to take them to her room later. She adjusts her short skirt and walks into the big living room.

"Z, I was thinking that– hi."

"You're back." Zayn says surprised, dropping the joystick on his lap.

He wasn't alone, four guys were with him sprawled out on the sofa, all looking at her in awe. Y/N smiles as she notices the look on the faces of three of them, but one seemed uneasy when she came into the room.

He didn't seem to fit in with the others... he had a beanie with brown locks escaping from it, his eyes were forest green, and he was wearing a God Of War jumpsuit that made him look ridiculous but cute at the same time. Everyone was brimming with confidence and self-esteem, except him.

"You didn't tell me you had company." She smiles as she chews her gum. "Hey, boys."

The (clearly dyed) blond is the first to speak, shaking his hand in greeting. "Hey, I'm Niall."

The other two introduce themselves in a bad attempt at flirting that makes Y/N roll her eyes internally, until it's the turn of the one who had caught her attention.

"M'Harry." He just mumbles, but it's enough for her to smile at him and put all her weight on her left leg, making her hips stand out.

"Hi Harry, I'm Y/N." She fiddles with her manicured hands. "It's a pleasure, I've never seen you around before."

"Yeah... I usually go unnoticed."

Everyone knew who she was, she was one of the most popular in school, she wasn't afraid to fight or talk, she walked the halls with pride while Harry tried to hide so as not to be disturbed.

She was so... breathtaking, every time she walked people turned to look at her, and she knew it. She knew the power she had, and somehow that made her more attractive.

But Harry doesn't have a chance, he loves reading books and playing video games and she loves... whatever she loves, he has never been with a woman and his first kiss was with a girl who felt sorry for him in a truth or dare, so it was impossible.

His blush doesn't go unnoticed by her, and she holds his gaze until he ducks it in complete embarrassment and Zayn stands up to walk towards her.

"Well, enough flirting with ma' friends, aren't you supposed to be in your room getting a face mask or some shit like tha'?" He grabs her shoulders and drags her towards the stairs.

Y/N laughs, and turns her head to wink at Harry. "Bye lads!"

All of them but one respond with the same energy, but as she's dragged towards her room by her older brother, she can hear a small "bye" that makes her feel a little different than all the boys she's been with.

Y/N wanted to know more about that boy in the beanie and hoodie from a game she secretly liked, and she knew she could do it. She just had to be herself, and she was perfect at it.

me encanta q hot q es este hombre

GRACIAS UMA

UMA ONE OF THE NEWER GANG MEMBERS FLIRTING WITH YN NOT KNOWING WHO SHE IS

AAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay i made this in 2020 so keep it in mind.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | GANGRRY UNIVERSE

Y/N is watching a series on Netflix, Narcos is its name, she figured it would be good to watch it to understand more about the world around her husband. That was until Harry explained to her that he was dealing guns, not drugs, but the show is interesting so she kept watching it, plus, Javier Peña was a good character.

She's in the middle of chapter seven when the doorbell rings and she knows it's one of Harry's men because there's a security man at the gate who knows who's coming in and who's not.

He had organized a meeting, something about some Japanese who wanted to do business with them, but it had already started a while ago, so who was behind the door?

Y/N pauses the episode and gets up to open the door, there's a boy her age, he's dark-skinned, green eyes and black hair, she'd never seen him around here.

He's the first to speak. "Hi– Mr. Styles set up a meeting, and I'm new around here, so... yeah"

She laughs, he can feel the calm and sweet aura that surrounds her, and that makes him feel calmer.

"Don't worry, it's okay! but the meeting is almost over, and before you go in now and Harry wants to kill you, you'd better wait out here." She smiles at him and lets him pass. "Sit on one of the kitchen benches if you want."

"Is she his maid?" He asks himself, sitting comfortable, knowing that when his new boss walks out of the meeting room he'll be dead for coming late.

Y/N leaves the couch and starts going over the plates she has to prepare to put on the counter tomorrow at the restaurant, the boy stares at her.

"Uh, I'm Luke." He holds out his hand and she takes it, shaking it.

"Y/N." She smiles back at him.

"So... have you been here for a long time?" Luke instantly cringes at his question, but Y/N nods as she continues to jot down notes in her notebook.

"Yeah, I've lived here for four years now." She answers without looking up at him.

"And don't you get bored sometimes?"

The cook scowls at him, weirded out by his odd question, but answers anyway. "Nope. I'm never bored."

"Well, if you ever do, maybe we could go out sometime."

That catches her completely off guard, and Y/N drops the pen to stare at him. She's about to respond politely, but his voice interrupts her.

"I don't know how y'got the balls, Smith." Harry's powerful figure steps through the frame of the expensive kitchen, and smiles cynically. "It's your first fucking day, you're late and you have the balls to flirt with m'wife?"

Luke's face is a poem, his mouth is slightly open in shock and his eyebrows are raised. Y/N remains silent, secretly enjoying watching her husband in his work material.

"Sir, I didn't know–"

"I don't give a shit if you knew or not, see the expensive ring on her finger? it costs more than you'll ever get killing a dozen men fo' me."

Harry walks around them and stands behind Y/N, hugging her gently by the neck, and she sighs in love. Despite being so careful with her, his gaze remains cold and his jaw clenched.

"Get the fuck out, before you want to ask my wife out to a shitty restaurant again."

"Yes, yes. Sorry." Luke quickly gets up and walks out of the kitchen, passing Niall and Liam on the way who look at him and chuckle.

"It was a pleasure Luke!" Y/N yells sweetly, and Harry laughs low. "Poor boy, you shouldn't have been so hard on him."

"He was in my bloody house flirting with my beautiful, hot little wife, what did you want me to do, fucking applaud him?" He asks, turning her around on the kitchen stool so he can get between her legs and hide his face in her neck. "Mhm, you smell good. Let's go to the bedroom, let me love on you."

"If your men saw you like this..." She replies, stroking Harry's long locks and shuddering when he leaves wet kisses on her skin.

"They'd still be shitting their pants when I enter a room."

so hot

Hiii i asked this the other day but i dont know if tumblr lost it or if you just didn't want to answer. If it's the latter feel free to ignore this! Tumblr just doesn't send my questions sometimes😂

So i was thinking about those red handcuffs someone threw on stage at the st paul show (live on tour). How harry kept them in his pocket and later slyly pulled them out when he was singing??? I was wondering did he and sf!yn ever get to use them afterwards because i have a very vivid image of her cuffing him to the bed that night😳 (let's pretend he didn't throw them back lmao he put them back in his pocket and everyone saw that. Maybe he even made a cheeky comment about making a good use of them later😏)

Again feel free to ignore this if the concept makes you uncomfortable! Just that tumblr sometimes loses my asks and i wanted to send it again to make sure🙃

let's gooo!!!! we love switch!harry here <3 aaaand this is 2018 so live on tour!harry (♡)

! | kinda smut, yn touching herself and harry being handcuffed, dirty talk.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

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"I dunno who threw these, but thank you." Harry balances the red handcuffs between his fingers. "I promise to put them to good use." Smiling at the sound of people shouting, he tucks them into the pocket of his dress trousers, not bothering to turn to look at his girlfriend.

(...)

"I can't believe you told your audience that we literally use handcuffs to fuck."

The brunette laughs, but his laughter turns into a choked moan as Y/N's index finger slides down his chest, and to his butterfly tattoo, and lower.

She reaches up to his pelvis, and down to his erect cock, and takes it in her hands, stroking it with her hand without giving it her full attention, making him desperate.

"Baby... please, let me go." He gasps, tugging at the handcuffs between the back of the bed. "These fucking things turned out to be good."

Y/N laughs, tossing her hair to the side, exposing her neck and the sight drives him crazy. Her beauty is so suffocating, he can't believe how after years and years he still hasn't drowned in all she has to offer. He's completely naked, but she's still dressed in her pink dress (to match his dress shirt) for the concert, and it makes him feel more vulnerable and aroused.

"No, you can't touch me."

"Why?" he asks desperately, sweat pouring down his chest lighting up his swallows because of the hot atmosphere in the hotel room.

"Cause you told over two thousand people the things we do when we fuck, Harry."

Her voice is hard, serious, just like her face. She's so good at this that she just makes him lift his hips against her hand, but Y/N pulls away, and that makes him speak without think.

"I didn't say anything, I left things open to the imagination. It's a little bit different, don't y'think?" The cocky accent mixes with the british when he opens his mouth, and the look coming from her just shuts him up.

He's so hot, his body begs for a release after the adrenaline of the concert, "please, fuck, please" he thinks.

"Now I'm gonna touch myself, and you're gonna have to watch me, not being able to touch you, not being able to touch me." She smiles, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she spreads her legs at the end of the bed.

She's far enough away that Harry can't touch her with any part of his body, but close enough for him to see that she's out of her panties, and completely wet.

His mouth waters as he sees the arousal decorating the area, he craves to taste her, and the little spurts of precum coming from the head of his cock just give it away.

Y/N makes sure to put on a show by licking her fingers and keeping eye contact with her boyfriend, he looks completely fucked, and opens his mouth slowly as he watches her massage her clit.

"Y– Yes... I wish it was you, H." She moans, tilting her head back. "It feels better when it's your fingers, your tongue, your cock."

Harry tugs once more on the handcuffs, but secretly, he does it with moderate force, because deep down he doesn't want to let go, he wants to stay trapped watching the woman of his dreams touch herself in front of him.

However, he likes to be insistent. "Take this off me, Y/N. Shit, you're doing it wrong. Touch yourself more on the right, you know you like it more there."

The girl doesn't listen and that makes him grunt, she stares at him with sparkling eyes, and looks down at his member. "You look like you need help, my love."

Styles rolls his eyes, but a tingle runs through his pelvis, he loves it when she's like this, has loved it since day one. But he also loves it when she forgets every shameless word she says, and he's the one in control.

That's why he smiles cynically at Y/N, and shrugs as best he can before saying.

"Do whatever the fuck you want, enjoy your moment of fame, I don't fuckin' care. We'll see what happens when you're the one tied to the bed begging to be fucked mercilessly."

And he knows he did the right thing when he sees Y/N's movements getting clumsier. He was gonna have fun after being here in handcuffs.

I WANT TO READ THE NEXT PART SO BAD 😩

impulse

harry planned the perfect date, and (y/n) couldn't believe she'd waited so long to know him

part one (gravity)

part two (momentum)

part three (magnetism)

previous part (tension)

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"Do you know what you're doing tonight? Did he tell you or is it a surprise?"

Ny's rattling of questions worked as (Y/N)'s soundtrack as she made minor adjustments to her outfit and makeup. (Y/N) smiled at her roommate sprawled out over her bed in her mirror as she fluffed the pair of half-up pigtails that crowned her head.

"He's taking me to a movie and dinner, I think. But, I don't know what movie we're going to. He wanted to keep that part a secret."

Ny gave her a puppy pout, dropping her head to rest on her crossed arms with her feet kicking in the air. "Stop, that's so sweet, you're kidding."

"I know," (Y/N) cooed, dabbing an extra swipe of gloss over her lips, "He told me he wanted to take me on a 'proper' date."

"He's so cute," Ny bubbled, glancing at her phone as a text came in, "What time is he supposed to be here? It's almost seven-thirty."

"Not for another ten minutes," she mused, tugging on the high waist of her pants while twisting in the mirror, "He said he'd text me when he was here."

"Are you excited?"

"I'm so excited, are you kidding?" (Y/N) smiled, tightening the bow on her top that tied the whole shirt together, "I can't believe he even asked me out, especially with the way he was acting a couple of weeks ago."

"I told you he liked you."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes though she had to fight to keep her smile from growing, "I know. But, it doesn't matter now because everything worked out just fine."

She heard Ny in the background, singing under her breath I told you so! but she paid her no mind. While pulling on her white leather boots, her phone went off in her cherub painted back pocket. Her heart rate kicked up when she realized who would be on the other side of the notification. With shaky hands, she plucked her phone from her pocket and swiped open the message thread.

Harry

I'm here!:)

"Is that him?"

Ny jumped up from where she laid on (Y/N) bed, ushering to her side in an effort to peek over her shoulder.

She nodded her head as she rolled her lips nervously between her teeth. "He said he's here."

"Is he coming up?"

"I don't know, should I go down there?"

"Well, what did he say?"

"He just said he's here with a smiley face!"

"Then go down there! He's probably waiting for you!"

A sense of nervous panic took over (Y/N) as Ny laughed out her answer. She'd been so excited to see him (and she still was, of course), but now that he was here she couldn't stop the way her lungs squeezed and her mind was blank. Nothing was processing aside from the sound of her blood rushing in her ears with each pump. Suddenly, she found that her hair was mussed, the bell sleeves of her shirt were wrinkled beyond repair, and her shoes no longer complimented her outfit.

"Do I look okay? Am I forgetting anything?" she bubbled off, stress tinting her voice. Her hands fluttered over her clothes before counting off on her fingers if she had everything she needed in her bag before she left.

"You look perfect, and you're not forgetting anything just go!" Ny urged her out of the bedroom and towards the front door, "And send me your location when you get to the cinema!"

(Y/N) was sure she looked like a deer in headlights, stumbling over her feet like Bambi and struggling to find her head through the butterflies cocooned in her tummy. "Okay, okay, I will. Love you, bye!"

Ny reciprocated her sendoff before shutting the door in her face. (Y/N) was left standing in the hallway like a potted plant, more scatter-brained than she would like to be before going on a date she'd been waiting for. She worked on something like autopilot as she rushed towards the elevator, typing out a shaky text to Harry that she was on her way down. The few silent moments in the elevator made her realize just how off balance she was.

She'd been waiting for this date all week since he proposed it—and even before then, if she was being honest. She thought she'd be ready, especially with the way she'd been so eager to put the details of her outfit together and had Naomi act as her right hand when it came to getting ready. She hadn't even asked for details about the date, what movie they would see or where he wanted to take her to dinner before she agreed, eager to do really anything with him. But, it was a good thing she was this nervous right? That meant it was real—her feelings for him were real and not just a fleeting infatuation with one of the smartest people she'd ever met.

By the time she made it out to where he was parked against the curb in front of the complex, (Y/N) received a text from Harry telling her there was no rush with a smiley face tacked on the end. When she looked up without a response, she found him with his face buried in his phone, the illuminated screen lighting his features up through the tint of his windows. She could see his features fixed into a smile, dimples denting his cheeks with the raspberry of his lips in a dreamy curl.

He still hadn't seen her yet by the time he dropped his phone and started fussing with his hair and straightening inconspicuous wrinkles in his clothes. (Y/N) took advantage of her momentary stealth as she stalked towards his window, a sly plan coming together before she could feel too bad about the results. A tint of guilt followed after her as she tip-toed to his car, thankful for the first time for the lack of street lamps illuminating the complex's parking lot.

Tapping on his window, Harry started with a jump before whipping his head in her direction with wide eyes fixed on her devious expression. She could hear the intake of breath through the glass, his hands immediately coming up to defend himself over whatever enemy he perceived her to be. Once he processed it was only his date for the night, his shoulders sagged in relief with his hands falling to his lap. As expected, an embarrassed flush worked its way over his features and even tinted the tips of his ears. (Y/N) couldn't help the bright smile that covered her features as peals of laughter left her lips. A moment later Harry's expression began to match her own, the beginnings of a smile touching at his lips though she was sure his heart was still racing with leftover adrenaline.

Rounding the bonnet of his car, she made it to the passenger side before slipping in beside him. "I got you!" she exclaimed through her giggles as she buckled up, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

"You're so mean," Harry countered, his expression less than serious with dimples denting his cheeks and a light in the green of his eyes, "I can't believe 'm taking y'out tonight, and y'still scare me like that. 'S rude, you know that?"

"It was funny!" she laughed, playfully rolling her eyes at his faux attitude, "I'll let you get me next time, is that fair?"

Harry grumbled something under his breath she couldn't quite catch as he pulled away from the curb, starting them off in the direction of the movie theater. Though the space between them was now quiet, (Y/N) couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She was more than pleased with her greeting, the act having scrubbed away the harsh edge of her nerves and leaving something soft and familiar in its place. She relaxed into her seat, finally catching the Mac Miller song playing through the speakers, the same one that she had exclaimed was one of her favorites the last time she got a look into his music taste.

Beside her, she saw Harry with his own smile tacked onto his features. One of his hands was fixed to the steering wheel while the other was bent at the elbow to rest on the lip of the sill of the door. His knuckles dented into his smiling cheek.

"So, what movie are we seeing?" she asked, setting her sights solely on him.

His smile somehow grew at the sound of her question though she could tell he was trying his best to keep it under wraps. "'M not telling you, but I think you'll like it."

"Why can't I know? If I know, I'll be able to tell you for sure if I'm going to like it," she countered, amusement tinting her voice. Even though she was complaining, she thought it was cute. He wanted the date to be a surprise.

"I think you'll like it even more if its a surprise."

"Fine," she relented through her smile, "Where are we going for dinner, then? Am I allowed to know that?"

"Well," he started, glancing at her as he came to a stop at a light, "I haven't decided yet, but would y'want to go to Pasta Sauce tonight?"

(Y/N) perked up at the sound of the neighborhood restaurant she and Ny liked to indulge in a little too often for their bank accounts. "Yes! Ny and I love it there; we order from there all the time."

By the time he's following the line of cars beginning to move, Harry's smile was wide enough it could have split his cheeks. He hadn't stopped smiling since she got into the car, she noticed, the fact bloating her heart. Even when she spooked him, after he recovered, his expression immediately twisted into a small smile when he realized it was only her. It made the butterflies in her stomach go wild at the thought that he might be as excited as she was.

She had a good feeling about tonight.

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As Harry ushered (Y/N) through the ticket booth at the theater, it was hard to ignore the self-satisfied smirk on his features. He was a little too proud of himself for thinking ahead and buying the tickets online, further drawing out the surprise of what film he picked for the night. Nonetheless, she only rolled her eyes a bit as she followed after him.

"Is it okay if I...?" he trailed off, falling into step beside her as they joined the short line waiting for the usher to scan their tickets and direct them to the correct theater. When she looked up at him, he had his brows raised and a faint pink tint to his cheeks, hand hovering cautiously at her side, "I jus' don't want to lose you."

He always asked permission to touch her, even if it drew those rosy hues across his skin every time. It never got old for her. "Of course," she bubbled, readily giving him permission. She looked forward to when he felt secure enough to touch her without the preamble.

His features softened significantly as his gaze dropped to the retro carpeting under their feet. Harry's arm wrapped itself gently around her waist, the warmth of his palm settling on the curve of her middle. He was still shaky in his movements as if waiting for a rejection from her, but (Y/N) only curled herself into his embrace. A glowing smile made a home on his lips as he tightened his fingers on her form, the line moving slowly as the bubbly teenager rattled off directions with signature customer service graciousness.

Harry cleverly shielded his phone from her as he showed the attendant the barcode to verify their tickets, making a point to lean away from (Y/N) to obscure the bright screen.

"You're going to be in theater seven down the left hallway," the girl who's nametag read Kelsie puttered off. The bright smile on the teenager's face grew genuine as she caught sight of the delicate arm around (Y/N)'s waist, "Have a nice night, you two."

Harry reciprocated the niceties as he tucked his phone away. Bringing (Y/N) along, he edged towards the concessions counter. "Do y'want snacks or anything?" he mumbled, ducking his head as if sharing a secret with her.

She was too jittery to eat, (Y/N) decided, her veins still thrumming from the arm around her waist. Her tummy was full with butterflies, leaving no room for anything else. "I'm okay, but thank you."

Pulling back just enough to shoot her a small smile, Harry nodded his head as his eyes trailed over her features. "Okay," he sighed, something dreamy taking over his tone, "Ready to see what I picked, then?"

When she eagerly nodded her head in response, Harry let out a breathy laugh. He urged her alongside him with his arm looped around her form. They followed the direction given by Kelsie up front, tracing down the left hallway with large flags posted above the various theaters inscribed with golden numbers. Her eyes scanned through the hall for the large illuminated seven that was just at the edge of the hall before it forked in either direction with more viewings down each side. Harry's pace picked up when he followed her gaze, a giddy smile on his face as he ushered them forward.

In the cubby where the doors to the theater were housed, the poster of the film playing was tacked between the entrances. (Y/N) scanned over the gory scene, realizing it was a scary movie that had been advertised through the month of October and was released Halloween night. It was one she was planning on avoiding if she was being honest (blood didn't make her feel too well, and if the ads and commercials were accurate, there was going to be a lot of that coating the scenes). She was sure the horror stricken face of the 'final girl' printed on the poster emulated just what she looked like.

No wonder he had grown smug after she scared him in the car. He knew he was going to get her back, tenfold.

But, there was no way she was going to tell Harry any of this. He had clearly been so excited all night about seeing this, and she wasn't going to rain on his parade. She was going to have fun, she decided, even if she was going to close her eyes all throughout.

"Y'alright?" Harry asked when (Y/N)'s feet unknowingly stuttered as they approached the entrance.

Whipping her head up to face him, she schooled her features into something much less terrified. "Yeah, sorry. Just can't walk sometimes I guess," she ended with an airy laugh, hoping he bought the more than ridiculous excuse she mustered.

Luckily, Harry only laughed off her words, something affectionate tinting his eyes as he shook his head. (Y/N) tried not to drag her feet as she followed him into the theater. Emerging into the main room, she realized he had gone all out for her, having picked a viewing with the more expensive recliner style seating that had just been installed in their small cinema. He led her with confidence to one of the upper rows, counting off the golden plaques with numbers etched inside to a pair in the center of their chosen row.

"These okay?" Harry whispered, "I was able to pick them when I bought the tickets, so I hope you like them."

Despite the new set of nerves climbing up her spine, (Y/N) felt a smile cling to her features. It wasn't new information, but she was still struck every time he did something to reveal just how sweet he was. He wanted everything to be perfect for her, even down to their seating at the theater.

"This is perfect, Harry," she answered, voice quiet as she shuffled beside him to their seats.

The timing was perfect as they settled into their plush seats, the lights lowering and previews starting only moments after. The theater wasn't as full as she would have expected for a Friday night, but she was more than grateful that there weren't going to be rows of people hearing her scream when she inevitably got scared. With the lowered lights, her nerves only increased, her mind going a little haywire at the childish fears that somehow the movie would come to life and be enacted right in front of her now that it was dark. But, she was also hyper aware of Harry's heat beside her as she unintentionally gravitated towards him.

Only a few others filtered in with arms full of concessions by the time the previews started winding down. (Y/N)'s attention was directed squarely ahead, a plan of action storming through her head as she tried to figure out how she was going to get through this movie without giving away the fact she was going to have nightmares that night. With her mind swirling, she almost didn't catch Harry's hand he splayed out on the armrest between them, palm up with a faux casual set to his fingers.

He wanted to hold her hand.

If she knew anything about Harry, she was sure he was using the cover of the darkness to get away with the move he considered bold. The lowered lights would conceal the pink of his cheeks with the screen giving him something to look at instead of anticipating her reaction with a burning gaze.

(Y/N)'s own eyes fell to her lap with a smile blooming across her lips. The opening sequence detailing all of the companies and production names involved with the film started playing as she reached to take his hand in hers. She hoped her hand wasn't sweaty and he didn't notice the tremors that worked through the appendage.

His hand was warm in her own, his palm span larger than hers as he curled it around her. He hesitated for only a beat before slipping his fingers into the spaces between her own, lacing them together in a delicate hold. With her hand on top, she was granted the perfect view of his freshly polished thumb running along the outside of her own.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Harry's smiling face illuminated.

She relaxed into her seat, feeling a tension leave her muscles now that Harry's fingers were curled between hers for the first time. The picture perfect beginning was being projected on the screen in front of them, allowing (Y/N) a moment to settle before she was sure to grow stiff in her seat and try any distraction in the book to keep her mind off the brewing horror story. She wasn't sure if he meant to, but Harry pulsed his hand around hers with his fingers flexing into a comforting cage.

Yeah, (Y/N) decided, she could handle this.

As the film played out, (Y/N) was proud she was able to follow along with the story for the first act. She watched as the family moved into their new home, a history of which the realtor was reluctant to share, but the onscreen wife was in love with the rustic charm. She was able to stomach the faux tense moments, seconds of ratcheting music before the scare was revealed to be nothing other than one of the children playing. All the while Harry held her hand tightly, as if he knew she was on edge. It wasn't until the unusual happenings on screen were taken up a notch that (Y/N) began to divert her eyes.

The children started speaking to invisible people in their closets and the wife in the film refused to believe the husband's assumptions about spirits living in their home, making (Y/N) nervous every time a character made it to the basement or a trio of noises was heard in the background. She made a conscious choice to divert her eyes to the sides of the theater or the front collection of rows after things started appearing in the mirrors around the home. She just hoped Harry didn't notice the way she clutched his hand that much tighter every time she anticipated a scary scene.

Every time something did happen, a jumpscare or an insidious revelation, (Y/N) knew when it was safe to look when the music settled and the other viewers let out sighs of relief after gasps of terror. But, during a particular scene, when the music didn't slow and it seemed everyone around them was watching with bated breath, she couldn't quell her curiosity. She knew it was a bad idea, but she wanted to know what was happening; though curiosity killed the cat, wasn't it said that satisfaction brought it back? It wouldn't hurt her to know, right?

(Y/N) peeked her eyes to the big screen just in time to see a rotted face pop up in the face of the wife with a harrowing scream being released from her gaping maw. As expected, (Y/N) jumped in her seat and clutched Harry's hand tighter than she had all night. A breathless scream escaped her throat, the sound coming out like a whimper as she curled away from the film. Her free hand fluttered towards her throat, pulse thrumming wildly under the delicate skin.

By the time she was back in the present, the sound of blood rushing past her ears calming to a barely there trickle, the scene had ended. If she had only waited a few more seconds, she wouldn't have to be worried about nightmares of that creature following her home tonight. At least Harry had picked some seats high above; there weren't many people around to hear exactly how startled she was.

"Y'alright?" Harry laughed into her ear.

It took everything (Y/N) had not to startle again at the sound of his voice so close to her. He squeezed her hand in his as he waited, the ghost of his smile radiating against her skin.

She nodded her head, eyes squirreling from the screen to the rafters above in hopes of tricking him into thinking she was paying attention. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting that."

Another breathy laugh fanned over her cheek as Harry's smile expanded, "Y'didn't see that coming? It was so obvious," he teased, voice hushed as the wife on screen recovered from the heady scare she had. (Y/N) felt her pain.

She rolled her lips between her teeth as she tried to smile at his nudging, but (Y/N) couldn't manage. "I... I haven't been watching," she admitted, unsure of why she muttered that truth when she had been trying so hard to keep up with him.

Keeping her eyes stuck ahead, she was only halfway aware of Harry's waning smile as his energy shifted beside her. The hand he had wrapped around hers stayed firm though she could feel his muscles growing slack. "Why not?"

The family on screen shifted into a new kind of normal, the parents tip-toeing around the specters they'd seen with the children now refusing to play with the invisible people in the closet. She was thankful for the story stealing the attention of the other patrons and rows long gaps between the next closest couple. She didn't want anyone else to hear the childish fears she had surrounding fictional horror.

"Scary movies are... hard for me. I get scared easily," she murmured.

A beat passed as the music accompanying the film changed as one of the twin daughters began to creep through the storage area beneath the stairs. (Y/N) didn't bother to hide the fact she shifted her gaze to one of the chairs stationed in front of them.

"(Y/N), why didn't y'tell me? We don't have to watch this, 's okay," he mumbled.

"No, no, I'm okay," she protested with a shake of her head and a squeeze to his hand, "I just looked at the wrong time, but we can stay—it's okay."

She was sure he had a counterargument settling on his lips, but instead he rolled them between his teeth as he shifted to sit back in his chair. (Y/N) felt his eyes drift from the screen to her before finally settling in soft caresses over her profile. He squeezed her hand before gently slipping his fingers out from between hers and leaving her palm cold.

He nudged her arm off the rest before pulling it up to remove the partition. With the press of a button, their seats reclined to take advantage of the extra space given in the theater. Once he was positioned the way he wanted, he reached for her wrist, fingers looping around the bone before mumbling, "C'mere."

(Y/N) shuffled close to him, cuddling underneath the arm he offered. The position felt reminiscent of the night of the Halloween party, snuggling on the trampoline out back. He was just as warm and sturdy as she remembered through her sleep-tinted and vodka-scented haze. His cheek came to rest softly on the top of her head while his arm hooked around her middle in a comforting weight. He was taking care of her.

"Is this alright?" he mumbled, his lips brushing her hair as his voice fanned across the crown of her head.

She nodded her head gently, aware of the tip of his nose brushing her scalp, "Thank you."

Searching blindly, (Y/N) reached for his free hand, hoping to clasp it in her own. She missed the warm weight of it in her palm and the reassuring squeezes he administered. He freely gave her reign over his hand, allowing her to bundle his one between her two.

"If I had known y'didn't like this kind of stuff, I wouldn't have picked this, (Y/N). 'M sorry, really," he mumbled into her hair, his arm around her waist tightening.

"Don't worry, please," she whispered, "I'm still having a good time with you, I promise."

Though (Y/N) made it a point to keep her eyes from the screen, she knew something eerie was beginning to ramp up on screen. Harry's arm around her pulsed, curling her into a prone position against his chest with her face tucked into his shoulder

"Don't watch if y'don't want to, okay? Jus' hang onto me," he mumbled, his words felt against her skin more than she heard them.

(Y/N) gratefully took his invitation, smushing her cheek into his chest the second she realized the turn the scene was taking. Harry kept his arm tense around her form, the curve of her waist conforming delicately to the cup of his palm as he held her. She wasn't sure how long she had hid in his chest, only aware of the panicked screams and eerie silence following that blared from the theater's speakers, before things went quiet with the sweeping music stilling.

"'S over," Harry mumbled into her hair, curling his fingers tightly around her waist before beginning to unfurl and peel her from the cage of his chest.

When she peeked towards the screen, she found that the scary scene she was avoiding was over, leaving a small reprieve for her. He made sure she knew when it was safe to breathe again, keeping her tucked against him until she was free to look. It made her heart bloat as she remembered the sound of his voice ringing through her ears amidst the chaos of the thundering music.

A ritual was created then, leaving Harry to warn her when something scary was gearing up to happen so she could cuddle against his chest and avert her eyes to their joined hands or distract herself with the thread of his shirt. When it was deemed safe, he would offer a small indication that the scene had ended, even waiting a couple of moments to ensure there wasn't a residual scare waiting to happen after the viewer was eased. (Y/N) was grateful to him, squeezing his hand in silent gratitude with affectionate brushes of her fingertips against the back of his hand.

Harry held her tighter, the strong build of his arm behind her acting as a cradle when what she figured to be the climax began to play. As far as she could remember, the wife was now supposed to somehow fight off the ghost and demons that were plaguing their home now that the rest of the family was put into comatose states at the hands of the unseen forces. At the first glimpse of a shadowy figure in the background of a shrouded shot, she curled into Harry's chest.

She knew it would be a while before Harry gave her the all clear, so she focused her attention on the paint coloring his nails. She could only catch glimpses of the true hue of the polish when the screen illuminated her surroundings, but she was nonetheless entranced with the view of his hands.

"'S almost done," he mumbled to her, "I'll tell y'when we get to the happy ending."

(Y/N) was pretty sure she just found the best and only way she was going to watch scary movies from here on out. If it was always like this, horror was going to become her new favorite genre.

After Harry gave her the signal and she got to cleanse her mind with the happy ending of the reunited family and the allusion to the next chapter of their lives, his hold around her lingered as the credits began to roll. (Y/N) indulged in the few extra moments with his touch before the lights came up, causing Harry to reluctantly peel himself from around her.

She felt cold without his arm around her waist and his chest under her cheek, as her vision adjusted to the lowlights. Harry took a gentle hold of her hand, catching her attention as she gazed up at him. He looked dreamy under the amber tinged lighting, the wisps of his curls something like a halo with his skin highlighted in warmth. She happily followed after him as he led her out of the theater, being the last stragglers to follow the group out.

"'M sorry I made y'go see that," Harry repeated out in the hall of the cinema, the overhead lights seeming brighter after being in the dark for so long, "If I had known, I would have picked something completely different. I should have asked, 'm sorry."

(Y/N) looked up from her feet to find Harry with his gaze set on the retro carpet under their feet, cheeks colored the customary pink she associated with him. She squeezed his hand and gently bumped her shoulder against his own.

"It's fine, Harry—really," she insisted, stepping out into the cool air outside the theater. She could still feel the ghost of his arm looped around her middle, a smile tugging at her lips. "I actually really liked that one."

Harry let out an airy laugh as he escorted them towards his parked car, mumbling something teasing about how he could totally tell she liked it with the way she couldn't stop watching. She knew he thought she was joking, only trying to make him feel better with her last comment, but she knew it was the truth.

Even if her heart did quake every time the music thundered and a piercing scream emanated from one of the actors, she wouldn't give up the experience of being with Harry through the whole thing.

—————

The drive to the restaurant was short, leaving (Y/N) little time to miss Harry's hand wrapped in hers as he drove. Parking out front, they got a perfect view of the small patio that was so romantically lit with strings of fairy lights draped over the pergola. With the help of the large windows that spanned from floor to ceiling over the front of the venue, she was able to see inside where booths and tables were filled with couples and families—a few friends she recognized from campus were even tucked into the far corners. The same hazy lighting that twinkled outside was carried into the restaurant, setting everything aglow under faux candlelight.

She was giddy to join the scene as she pulled open her door. She wanted to be a part of the couples that could be seen from the street on a date with the cutest boy she'd ever seen. When she rounded the front of his car to join Harry waiting on the sidewalk, her smile only brightened. Without thought, she instinctively stretched her hand in his direction, her fingertips brushing against the back of his hand.

Harry's hand lingered around her's without matching his palm to the curve of her own and slipping his fingers between the gaps like she had thought he would. It wasn't until they were paces away from the door did he speak up, "Is it okay if I...?" The tip of his pinky stretched and just barely hooked around her own, a gentle caress that acted as a ghost with the way it so quickly dissipated.

He was too sweet for his own good.

(Y/N) grabbed his hand, twining their fingers together herself. "You know, you don't have to ask."

He lifted his shoulders in a shy shrug, cheeks washed a sweet red. "I jus' don't want to do anything y'don't want. I want to make sure before I touch you."

A sheepish smile of her own stretched across her lips, rivaling that of Harry's dimpled curl. "Well, I like it when you touch me, so you don't have to worry."

She hadn't thought it possible, but Harry's blush burned brighter and trailed down his neck and to the tips of his ears at her words. If he wasn't careful, (Y/N)'s heart was going to completely melt with how much of a sweetheart he was.

Maneuvering himself, Harry managed to keep his hand clasped in (Y/N)'s while opening the door to allow her first entry. She happily pulled him after her, immersing them in the romantic vision she had seen when they pulled up. A line two deep was queued at the register with a small sign off to the side detailing customers to seat themselves.

"Do y'want to find us a table while I order?" Harry mumbled to her, his thumb running a soothing course on the outside of her hand.

(Y/N) gazed at the menu display above the heads of the attendants, rolling her lips between her teeth. "But you already paid for the movie tickets. I don't want you to pay for this, too."

He seemed to have expected her small protest when he looked to her with a determined set in his jaw though his eyes remained velvet soft. "I want to do this for you, (Y/N). Please let me."

A beat passed as (Y/N) considered his words. She felt guilty asking him to pay for all of this, alongside the coffee he brought for her almost regularly, and the tutoring lessons he gave her for weeks completely free of charge. She didn't want to create an imbalance between them that made Harry the one that had to shoulder all of these things when she wanted to treat him well, too.

"I've wanted to take y'out for a long time, (Y/N). Let me make this special, please."

Harry's final plea broke through. How was she supposed to say no to something like that?

"Okay," she relented, a crooked smile moulding to her mouth, "Thank you."

A proud smile took home on Harry's face, his chest seemingly growing broader and an inch added to his height as he glowed under the responsibility she passed off. She rattled off her order to him (just a simple bowl of buttered noodles with extra parmesan cheese) before giving his hand a squeeze and setting off to find a suitable table. She glanced back at him once before entering the main dining area, finding him with his proud smile still stretching along his lips and the hand she had been holding cradled in the other against his chest.

If she wasn't gone for him before, she's sure she was now.

Finding the perfect booth tucked away in the corner of the dining area, (Y/N) fished her phone from her crochet bag and scrolled to find Ny's text thread. She started off with the location of the restaurant, keeping her promise of sharing her whereabouts just in case, only to follow up with quick messages before Harry came to find her.

Naomi!!!! he's so cute it makes me want to cry:(

he took me to a scary movie and held me the whole time can u believe that:(

Barely a second passed before the status below the blue text was changed to Read at 8:24pm and the familiar grey bubble housing three dots popped up.

Ny 🪴

Omg what movie did you see?? He didn't know you don't like scary movies???

He HELD you?!!!!!??? (Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!

Before she could craft a response, Harry startled her by approaching their secluded table. He shuffled his feet nervously before taking the seat across from her, dropping a small card with an order number on it at the edge of the table and a bottle of apple juice in front of her with a plain water staying in his hands.

"I wasn't sure what to y'wanted to drink, so I jus' picked an apple juice. I hope that's alright," Harry explained, "But, if not, I also grabbed a water for myself that y'could have."

Her eyes lit up as she dropped her phone in favor of grabbing for the drink, "This is perfect, Harry, thank you!"

That proud smile she was sure was going to be etched into her memory by the end of the night returned to his features, dimples thumbed into his cheeks. She could see he was gearing up to say something, his chest expanding with a breath before he was cut off at the magnified buzzing of her phone against the glass table.

Ny 🪴

Omg have you kissed yet?!!!??!!

Please tell me you've kissed him

By the time (Y/N) tucked her phone away, she could feel a heat having gathered beneath her cheeks, hoping she'd been quick enough that Harry hadn't caught sight of her roommate's line of questioning. Her hopes were dashed when she glanced at him from where she was struggling to unlatch her bag and throw the device inside, finding him with his cheeks blazing a bright red with his eyes directed on her hands.

"Sorry," (Y/N) laughed, feigning an air of lightheartedness though she was moments away from dying from embarrassment, "She just gets excited about this stuff."

Harry rubbed his knuckle under the tip of his nose, his hand obscuring the growing smile that threatened to split his features. "'S okay," he spoke around the smile, his teeth coming to trap his bottom lip between his teeth as if to contain the curl.

His nails were painted an alternating pattern of a glistening bright pink and honeyed blue, giving (Y/N) something to focus on other than the stare of his eyes from across the table.

"So, what did you think about the movie?" she settled on, changing the subject, "You keep asking me how I felt, but I want to know what you think."

He shrugged, relaxing some into the plush, eggplant colored booth seat. He fiddled with the cap to his water, twisting and untwisting the plastic though he kept his gaze fixed on her. "It was good, I liked it. But, I still feel bad."

(Y/N) let out a sigh, her shoulders rolling back as she canted her head. "Harry, really, I'm fine," she insisted, "It's not a big deal at all, I promise. It scared me for a minute, but you made it better so it doesn't matter."

"Yeah?" he voiced, tone soft and shy as his dimples made a starring appearance in the apples of his cheeks.

Before she could form any response, one of the attendants from the register dropped off their food. She distributed it with a smile though she glanced towards the growing line up front before disappearing off with a bid for them to enjoy their meal. Now that food was in front of her, (Y/N) finally realized just how hungry she was, and Harry felt the same if the way he tucked into his bowl was anything to go by.

A comfortable lull in conversation followed as they focused on their meals. Moments passed before (Y/N) paused to sip from her apple juice, the edge of her hunger having dissipated now that she had more than the half sandwich she had for lunch in her tummy.

"You know," she started, replacing the cap on her juice with a fond smile dressing her features, "Ny used to work here when we were freshmen. I would harass her to bring it to our Friday night Bio lecture after she got off from the lunch rush. We had Ms. Barnes, and since she didn't allow food, we would just sit underneath our desks when she wasn't looking and eat as much as we could before she noticed we were missing."

(Y/N) let out a laugh as she finished, hoping to elicit the same noise from Harry. Instead, he nodded his head with an airy chuckle and a small smile on his lips. "I know, that's why I thought to bring y'here."

A furrow cinched (Y/N)'s brow. "How did you already know?"

Harry's smile dropped as he mimicked her expression, his helping of pad Thai noodles being forgotten as he directed his attention to her. "Y'told me, remember?"

"When did I tell you?"

A sly smile tugged at Harry's lips now that seemed to be putting something together (Y/N) was still lost on. "Y'don't remember?"

"No, that's why I'm asking."

He shook his head and twirled a bite of his noodles around his fork, "Y'told me at the Halloween party. We were on the trampoline before y'fell asleep."

Blood rushed to fill (Y/N)'s cheeks, her mouth dropping open in a silent gape. "I didn't think I was that drunk that I don't remember telling you things! What else did I say?"

At her question, Harry softened immensely. His shoulders held a soft set with the line of his jaw staying sturdy though the bone was now draped in velvet. The lily pad of his eyes scanned over her features in soft caresses. When he looked at her like that, she hoped she only told him good things.

—————

As Harry pulled up to her apartment complex, (Y/N) realized the moment she had been dreading all night had finally come.

The entire evening had felt so natural. While there were those first date jitters that followed her well into the first half of their movie, nothing was easier than falling into sync with Harry and allowing the date to take its course. Nothing was forced during dinner; the silences were warm with the avenues of conversation flowing openly between them. If she had known it was going to be this easy, she would have plucked up the courage and asked him out herself weeks ago.

Now, as Harry opened her door for her and walked her to the main entrance of her building, she was sad she was going to have to say goodbye.

"I had a really good time tonight, Harry," she confessed, pulsing her hand that was wrapped around his, "Thank you for everything."

A sheepish smile took his features. She liked to think he was just as reluctant for the night to end.

"Of course," he started, maneuvering himself to stand at her front as she was stationed with her back to the front doors, "I've—uh—I've wanted to go out with you for a while now, so 'm really happy y'had a good time with me, (Y/N)."

He was a dream, (Y/N) decided. There was no way that someone like him could be real.

"I always have fun with you." She spoke around her smile, hoping he realized just how honestly she meant those words.

This would be the moment in the script where they would bid each other goodnight with a promise to call one another at some point to see each other in class. (Y/N) tried her best not to deflate at the thought of Harry's goodbye. Maybe she could convince him to walk her up?

"Can I walk y'up?" Harry asked as if reading her mind, a gentle pulse of his hand being delivered around hers, "I don't want to say bye, yet." He ended with an airy laugh as if he were trying to soften his admittance in case she declined his offer.

"I was actually just going to ask if you wanted to walk me up, anyway," (Y/N) confessed, watching as Harry's cheeks pinked.

She led him through the building and to the elevator, messaging Ny that she would be up in a couple of minutes. She was sure her roommate was going to be on the other side of their door listening intently.

"Ny's probably going to be right by the door," (Y/N) whispered as they exited the elevator and moved towards her apartment at the end of the hall.

"Yeah?" Harry laughed, looking down at her with his softened eyes.

"Mhm," she hummed, a playful roll of her eyes at the thought of her best friend, "She's obsessed. She was acting like she was going on this date with us when I was getting ready today."

"That would explain that text, then?" Harry laughed, referencing the peek he got at her phone during dinner.

"You got it," (Y/N) smiled, playfully heaving an exasperated sigh hopes of hiding the glow that filled her cheeks at the mention.

A beat passed as they made it to her door, (Y/N) coming to stand with her back to the wood and Harry in front of her. He rolled his lips between his teeth, peeking over her shoulder at the door behind her before returning to her features.

"Do y'think she's waiting for you, right now?"

"Maybe, why?"

Sucking in a deep breath, Harry fixed his gaze to match her's in unwavering contact. "I jus'... I wanted to know if I had more time with you."

His eyes drifted from her own and traced over her features. When he dipped towards her lips with caution, she realized the real reason he was asking. (Y/N) felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs, her mouth falling into an unconscious gape as she stared at him with what she was sure were heart-shaped eyes. The only thing that anchored her to the moment, keeping her from floating away on the pink tufted clouds that filled her head, was his gentle grip on her hand.

"Is it okay—," Harry started, stumbling over his murmured words, "Can I kiss you?"

(Y/N) figured she'd show him her answer instead of telling him.

She slipped her hand out from his and extended her height to the tips of her toes as (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. He moved pliantly every which way she needed, ducking his head as he settled his hands on the soft of her waist. Tipping her head back, (Y/N) matched her lips to the raspberry pair of his own. Slotting together, the plush of her bottom lip was fit between his two.

He moved gently against her lips, his kiss being just as sweet and gentle as she knew he would be. His hands on her waist kept her steady as a shiver ran up her spine at the knowledge that she was kissing Harry. Her sweet, shy, physics extraordinaire had her huddled against her front door with his lips soft like pillows against her own as he guided her gently through the contact. She was going to have so much to tell Ny when she got inside.

The kiss was kept innocently short, only lasting a few beats before (Y/N) pulled away and landed at her natural height flat on her feet. She slowly unraveled her arms from around him, her fingertips skimming his arms before falling limply at her sides. She felt faint as she looked at him, completely enveloped in the moment with him. Harry looked to her with a slight swell to his smiling lips.

He looked at her with stars in his eyes, the twinkling lights trailing over her features with instinctive softness. "Goodnight, (Y/N)," he said quietly, breathless.

"Goodnight, Harry."

(Y/N) fell back against her door with her smiling bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she watched Harry make his fumbling exit. He stuttered over his feet though his eyes were glued to his steps. More than once, he paused the viewing of his feet to look at her over his shoulder, his smile never once wavering while his cheeks flamed a bright red. She waved at him before he stepped into the elevator, causing the blush on Harry's cheeks to reach to the top of his ears.

Once he was gone, (Y/N) let herself in the apartment. As expected, she was greeted by her blonde-haired roommate with a giddy smile on her face.

Before (Y/N) even had a chance to lock the door behind her, Ny was fluttering around her. "Did you kiss him?!"

All (Y/N) had to do was shoot her a small smile with her brows raised.

"You did, didn't you!"

She couldn't wait to relive the night and tell Ny all about it.

—————

The whole drive home after dropping (Y/N) off, Harry was sure his head was going to pop with the rate of the thoughts swirling inside or his heart was going to burst with the fact it was filled to capacity. He could barely breathe, still swathed in the moment that he kissed her.

When he got home, he was jittery with adrenaline. He'd never been forward enough to kiss on the first date, and the first time he did was with (Y/N). The thought was enough to keep his hands shaky and his stomach tight with butterflies.

Though he felt a bit skeezy to be considering the idea, he needed to work out the energy lingering in his system, and he knew the best way to do that was to lock himself in the spare room he used for filming. He needed to film a premium video anyway.

The best part about making prerecorded videos, was the fact Harry got a chance to theme them. He got to build a narrative around his actions instead of playing solely off of what the viewers were requesting like a live show. He got to be self-indulgent.

Tonight, he was feeling particularly soft, he decided. Thoughts of his dream girl drifted through his head, making his pants tighten with nothing but affection causing the blood to rush south. Tonight, he wanted to play the role of a doting boyfriend in the premium reel, taking care of his lover and indulging in any fantasy she wanted. Sitting at his computer, Harry typed out a teaser for the weekend's premium, alluding to the romantic nature of the video he was set to film in a few moments, linking his various premium platforms at the end.

After setting up his camera and settling on the direction he wanted to take, Harry let the memory of his kiss with (Y/N) wash over him, taking him somewhere in the clouds with the camera capturing his journey.

—————

(Y/N) had to push her roommate into going to bed after she finished her recounting of the date, noticing her drooping eyes despite her insistence that she wanted to hear every detail. Now that she was alone in her own bedroom, (Y/N) could finally address the jitters that lingered in her system like butterflies rattling her veins.

She couldn't believe Harry actually kissed her.

Judging from the shy demeanor he carried with him and the fact he asked permission before he even held her hand, she figured she was going to get in a couple more dates before stealing a kiss. She couldn't get the feel of his lips off her mind, her tummy rolling into pleasurable knots at the memory of his hands on her waist.

She wished she could have Harry himself with her, but as (Y/N) flopped onto her bed, she figured she was going to have to work out this extra energy without him.

Since the private conversation a couple of weeks ago she had with H, she'd been much more lenient about checking his page. If she was in the mood, his site was the first she checked instead of dancing around while pretending she didn't know her endgame. That's why she didn't hesitate to pull up his page on her phone, finding a new post pinned on his profile.

A short video was posted along with a teasing caption about what kind of lover his viewers thought he was. The comment was punctuated with links to his platforms, but (Y/N) couldn't draw her eyes from the six second video that repeated once it was finished. A romantic ambiance radiated through the set up; soft lighting was achieved through the delicate neon strips that adorned his background and the hazy filter placed over the frame. It was edited to show only bits and pieces of himself—the weave of his sweater, his glowing skin, and his painted nails scratching at the muscles of his abdomen being a few of the flashes before disappearing.

Seeing as he had nothing new to share, she liked the post and decided to calm down instead and actually get a good night's sleep. After changing into her pajamas and forcing herself to drink enough water to cool down, (Y/N) heard a buzz come from her phone.

The grey notification bar detailed a new message from the cam-site. (Y/N) didn't have to wonder too hard about who it was from before swiping it open. H's thread now held a new message. He forwarded his new post to her, leaving his private message to her to follow after.

treatpeoplewkisses: are you excited sweetheart?

She could only imagine the tone he would have used to ask her that. She hadn't expected him to notice her small interaction with the post, but she wasn't going to pass up any opportunity to talk to him.

sunflowerssweetheart: it looks really good h

sunflowersweetheart: makes me wish I was on one of ur premiums

Wrapping herself up in her comforter, she awaited his response. She hoped it didn't seem like she was egging him to give her free content or to make him feel bad that she wasn't subscribed to any of his platforms; she was only being honest. The teaser looked really good, and she wished she was able to afford the whole thing. But, she was happy with what she got from him now, there was no need to be greedy for more.

treatpeoplewkisses: don't worry about any of the premiums sweetheart just keep an eye on your inbox for me this weekend

Before she could message back, the green dot beside his user that declared him online vanished. (Y/N) couldn't help the growing smile that threatened her lips. She was definitely going to be watching her notifications this weekend.

—————

"I can carry that for you."

(Y/N) looked up from where she was fumbling with her textbook (the one time she remembered to bring it, Stanfill didn't reference it for even a second) and bookbag, only to find Harry with his hand out towards her and a soft smile on his face. Her own cheeks split as her lips curled into a bubbly grin, still getting used to the way Harry doted on her.

"Are you sure? You're already carrying your own stuff, I don't want to pile more on you," she countered, finding his own textbook tucked under his arm with his bag slung over his shoulder.

"I don't mind." With the way he looked at her, she knew he was being genuine.

It was her turn to feel her cheeks fill with warmth as she passed along her supplies to Harry. He happily took on the responsibility, holding the pair of books to his chest with her bag overshadowing his on his shoulder. With his free hand, he tentatively took her hand in his. He was getting much better at touching her without so much hesitancy, though she could still feel his eyes on her face as if gauging for her reaction in case of rejection.

"Thank you, Harry," she smiled, locking their fingers together as he escorted her out of the physics hall.

"Of course," he bit his bottom lip between his teeth, a sheepish pink tint coloring the apples of his cheeks, "Did y'still want to come over and study tonight?"

Though (Y/N) was no longer needing tutor sessions for the retake exam, Harry still offered to study with her for their current units so she could keep on pace going forward. Looking up at him, she found him with his gaze on their feet, with his glasses he forgot to take off after class still perched on his faintly-freckled nose. She was sure she wanted to go to his apartment that night, but she wasn't sold on the idea of studying when she had much better ideas.

"I don't know if I want to study, but I was hoping I could still come over," she sung, her voice lilting around the words. She playfully bumped her shoulder against Harry's hoping to draw his dimples into his cheeks.

Harry was the sterner of the two of them when it came to academics, and he wanted to do well for her. He wanted to keep her on track with physics, especially since the subject was not her strong suit, but (Y/N) had made it her mission to show him the joys of putting off anything science based in favor of cuddling on the couch while whispering to one another despite being the only ones in the apartment.

"Yeah," he nodded, dimples thumbed into his cheeks, "I'd like it if y'still came over."

When she nudged him gently with her hip, he let out an airy laugh, his hand flexing around her's.

This was how it had been for the two weeks since their first date. Harry was ever the doting gentleman. After every class and every coffee date they had, he walked her to her car with his hand gently entwined in her's. He still spoke softly to her, his attention stuck to her like a moth to a flame as he prompted her for any detail of her life she hadn't already shared with him. They were edging towards a place of familiarity while the butterflies still ran rampant through (Y/N)'s system.

Harry was special, she decided. She'd never felt like this before, especially so soon. In the past, it'd take months to get to the stage of wanting to be with the other person everyday and indulge at nights at their house without feeling awkward in the surroundings. With Harry, everything was softer, gentler. It was easy with him. She couldn't get enough of him.

Even Ny was smitten with him—with the relationship that was growing between her best friend and the sweetest guy on campus. He was still delicately shy every time they spent time as a group, Naomi eagerly included. He waited for (Y/N) to initiate or pull him into conversation before piping up so as to not take over or step on anyone's toes, and touched her softly out of view of the others as he wasn't sure how she felt about PDA. He was respectful, Ny has told (Y/N) one night after he'd gone home.

Nothing was more natural than being with Harry.

"Did y'want to stay for dinner tonight, then?"

The sound of Harry's voice pulled (Y/N) from her rose-tinted thoughts. She tuned into her surroundings, finding them coming to her parked car with Harry looking at her with his brows raised.

"Sorry, what?"

"I was wondering if y'wanted to come over for dinner with me tonight," he explained, "I was planning on making pizza."

She perked up at the sound of tonight's menu, bouncing on her feet as she looked to him with a beaming smile. "I'd love to! Can I help you with the pizza?"

"Of course, y'can. Y'didn't think I was going to make it all myself, did you?" Harry teased, letting go of her hand after a slight squeeze. He rounded her car, popping open the unlocked passenger door to start sorting her belongings for her. "I'll text y'when I get off work, and then y'can come over, if that's alright. I shouldn't be too long, 'm only scheduled for a couple of hours."

"Sounds good to me," she sighed, reaching for the knit of his cardigan once he finished putting away her things. She pulled her to him, feeling her features soften as he gazed down at her. "Should I bring my physics stuff tonight?"

She watched as his features gained a dusting of light pink coloring, the white of his teeth peeking out as he bit at his bottom lip to hold back the smile threatening to curl his features. He gave a gentle shake of his head, his curls flopping over his forehead. "No, jus' bring you."

"Good, because that's all I was planning on bringing anyway," she laughed, shuffling closer to him as he set his hands on the flare of her hips.

He looked to her with a request for permission in his eyes. The question was left unanswered for only a second before she stood on her tip-toes and tugged Harry to match her level. Tipping her head, she pressed her lips gently against his own in an innocent kiss. She could feel his smile against her lips, the sweetness permeating the contact and making (Y/N)'s heartbeat skip like a butterfly's wings.

"I'll see you soon, okay?" Harry mumbled, pulling back just far enough to speak before pressing a single delicate kiss to her lips. He released her to stand at her normal height, the warmth of his hands slipping down her sides before they fell to his sides, "Text me when y'get home safe."

"I will, Harry. See you soon," she chirped before edging towards the driver's side door, "Have fun at work."

She saw the traces of a blush work at the base of his neck before he nodded his head, giving her a bright smile as he bid her goodbye.

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impulse is an interfering force that changes an objects direction

its all coming together!!!!!!! only a couple parts left but I promise alot happens!!! thank you so much for reading, sorry for any mistakes and if you have any ideas ab the next part or requests of your own please lmk!!