𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

The Nearness of You - A Harry Styles One Shot

A friends to lovers one shot feat. birthdays, pining and stolen purses.

Hello, please enjoy this fever dream fic that came to me a week ago and is now somehow 13.5k and gracing your eyeballs. I’ve never written a one-shot of this nature before and it was quite a refreshing distraction from my usual, long-form fics. Thank you to Anne @oh-honey-styles​ for the encouragement (bullying) and for posting the pic that inspired it all. To everyone else, read on x katey *Because this is quite lengthy, I’d recommend opening in a browser because the Tumblr app can be glitchy*

My masterlist Chat to me here

“When you’re in my arms And I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams came true” The Nearness of You, Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

++

You love the cold.

London in February isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, but you feel positively giddy walking down the icy Soho street in your new & Other Stories snow boots. The hard, black leather is already making your toes ache, and they’re rubbing against the heel of your left foot, but they’ll stretch to size, and you can tell these are going to be Your Signature Boots. The wind whips against your cheeks, red flushing them as you cross the laneway and push open the door to the chic little restaurant you’ve followed on Instagram for years but never had an excuse to try. Figures Harry chose it for tonight. Sometimes you wondered if the coincidences were a little too … Coincidental.

“Hi,” you smile brightly to the maître d’, “I’m uh … I’m here for the birthday? For Harry?”

Keep reading

never too much

Masterlist ∞ Requests

Tags: angst, fluff word count: 4.0k+

Warnings: mentions of drunk driving, car accident

In which you think Harry has too much on his plate to worry about you.

It was all a bit surreal. What was supposed to be a nice day out with your best friend turned into an unfortunate emergency room visit and 8 stitches along the side of your thigh. 

Keep reading

Risk it - Harry Styles

a/n: this came so fast and typed most of it out at work lmao, but i kinda dig how it turned out!! hope you’ll like it too! as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

pairing: professor!Harry x Reader

warning: sexual content

word count: 11.8k

masterlist

You shake yourself a little bit to get rid of the spicy coldness that’s been lingering around in the city in the past few days. It’s only the end of August, but feels more like late October, though they say the warmness will return for a few more weeks shortly. That would be much needed, you’d love to enjoy some more lunches out in a park or down near the river before you are forced to withdraw into the insides for the rest of the year.

Looking around in the packed pub you look for the familiar golden locks of Piper and you quickly spot her in one of the corner booths, laughing joyfully with pinked cheeks probably from the almost empty pint of beer in front of her. Marching through the place you slide into the booth joining the group of three.

“And there she is!” Piper cheers.

“We thought you’re gonna bail on us,” Abigail snickers and you just roll your eyes.

“I said I would come, just had some work to finish before,” you tell them, shaking your cardigan down your arms quickly, the air is thicker, mustier and much warmer in here, but it’s not surprising, the pub is packed, just as usual on a Friday evening.

“You work way too much,” Piper shakes her head in disapproval as she downs the rest of her drink.

Keep reading

Branding

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

This One Too

A/N: So like, I started writing something, but it went to shit so I put it to the side and started on this lil blurb bc I love this concept. It’s hot and stuff with a crappy ending…enjoy🙃

Keep reading

Masterlist

Finally got my shit together and created a masterlist! Not to be that bitch but please don’t repost my writing anywhere without my permission! Any requests or feedback are always welcomed, just hit up my ask box!

Any fics that feature an asterisk (*) denote smut. Click on each bolded title to read said fic.  Fics start from oldest to newest (the newest piece of writing will always be at the bottom, including under blurbs)

Keep reading

Harry delivers a pizza to Y/N’s house.

Harry hates his job.

It was only part-time but every shift he feels like he’s worked twelve hours. He’s worked at this pizzeria for the better part of three months and already wants to quit but knows he can’t because he needs the extra spending money. Somebody should’ve told him senior year of high school wasn’t cheap.

So, here he is, clocking in at the God forsaken pizzeria, as his coworker Joanie hands him four pizzas. “Thank God you’re here. It’s been so busy tonight, and Steve is a shit deliverer. We sent him out with one pizza 30 minutes ago, and he’s still not back. You’re fast so can you take these four to 043 Oaklan Court? Just 10 minutes away. You’ll probably be back before Steve, that rat. I don’t know what’s taking him so long. Probably dicking around with some girl that ordered the pizza.” Harry chuckles. “Right, be on your way. And try to be back quick because our phones keep ringing and ringing. Think we’ll be making deliveries until 2am.” Great, Harry thinks. It’s only 9pm now, and he was working a five hour shift, hoping they’d let him go home early. Not anymore. Friday nights are always hectic.

Harry gets in his silver four-door, cranks up the A/C because it was extremely hot this spring night, and drives to the address he was told. The house was nice. A red brick two-story, with French doors as their front door. Someone’s rich.

The door swings open almost immediately after Harry rings the doorbell, and he almost falls the fuck over. The girl standing in the doorway was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, he thinks. No, he knows. He couldn’t stop staring; noting how soft her hair looked, how pretty her face was, and how perfect he found her body. She was only wearing green cotton shorts and a white tank top (with no bra) so Harry could see the faint peak of her nipples slightly hardened by the air hitting them as she answered the door. Harry knew he must be drooling. How could he not? Just as he makes his line of sight even with hers, she clears her throat.

“Oh! Uh… your-your total is $44.17”, his head lowered slightly, cheeks a light pink.

She gives a small smile, handing him a 50 dollar bill. “Keep the change, cutie.” Harry snaps his head up at the pet name, taking the money as well, murmuring a soft “thanks”, before handing her the pizzas. She takes them and smiles at him once again before closing the door. Harry lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Fuck me.

______________________________________________________

The rest of his shift, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about that girl. Even after, when he was home and in his bed, he thought of her (mostly her nipples peaking through her shirt, and the way her thighs filled out her shorts) again and again and again as his fist worked over himself. He felt a little bad because his interaction with her was so miniscule, but he was a horny teenager afterall.

______________________________________________________

The following week, this time on a Saturday night, Harry was sent to deliver pizzas again to 043 Oaklan Court, and he felt giddy. Proper excited to hopefully see this girl again. A tiny piece inside of him hopes she ordered pizza from the same place as last time so she could see Harry again, but he knows it’s probably because the pizza is good. (Harry hates working there, but he loves the pizza. Sometimes, he thinks the melt-y cheese and stuffed crust makes up for the tedious deliveries and angry customers). Excitedly, Harry picks up the pizzas from the counter, gets in his car, and drives to the girl’s house. I wonder what her name is? Harry thinks. Julia? No. Alexis? No. Maybe Karla? Not really. An Evelyn perhaps? Probably not. All these names were nice, but didn’t fit the appearance of his girl. He decided he was going to ask her, her name after he rang the doorbell.

Once again, Harry is about to fall on his ass as the girl opens the door. This time, she’s only wearing a long t-shirt (with no bra, yet again, and her nipples are especially hard. It must be cold in her house) that covers the top of her thick, smooth thighs. Harry thinks she must be wearing a tiny pair of shorts, at least, underneath the shirt, but he’s proven wrong as she reaches up to put her long hair into a bun, and Harry’s flashed with a bit of her cotton orange panties. Harry looks up quickly, already feeling his face get hot (and his pants a little tighter as well) as he tries to make eye contact with her but fails once he remembers he came all over his hand to the thought of her. He knows his cheeks must be scarlett by now.

“Hi again,” she searches for his name tag, “Harry. That’s a nice name.” She smiles warmly at him. “How much is it?”

Harry thinks her voice is the prettiest sound in the world. Wants to hear the scratchiness of it when she wakes up and wants to hear the softness of it before she goes to sleep. He’s fallen for this girl quite hard, and he doesn’t even know her name. “Oh, it’s $28.92”, Harry makes eye contact again. “What-What’s your name?” He doesn’t know why, but he feels silly asking for her name… but he just has to know what it is.

“Y/N, and here’s $35. You can keep the change.” Y/N was the perfect name for her, he thinks. He smiles and takes the money, thanking her for the tip while handing her the pizzas. “I hope I was your last delivery for the night because it looks like you have a situation to take care of.” She looks down at Harry’s growing bulge and giggles. Harry covers himself with the bag the pizzas were in, feeling like his face was on fire.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine.” Y/N continues giggling. “Have a good night.” She turns around, letting Harry see her pert ass cheeks hanging out of her panties, making him gulp. Before she shuts the door, she looks over her shoulder, catching Harry eyeing her ass. She giggles again.

Harry looks down at his crotch. “Really? Right now? You have a mind of your own don’t you?!” As if on cue, he feels himself pulse.

Harry wishes that was his last delivery of the night.

______________________________________________________

A few days later, on a Tuesday afternoon, Harry gets a call from his work. It was his off day and usually his managers only call him to ask to come in. Reluctantly, he answered.

“Hello?” He knuckled his eyes. Despite it being 4pm, Harry had just woken up from the nap he takes during his off period.

“Yeah, Harry, this is Ralph. Need you to come in today, if you can. There’s this girl who ordered a pizza, but she specifically asked for you to deliver it. Thought it was weird like she might be some serial killer, but we looked it up and we’ve delivered to her before. So, can you come in?”

Harry was very confused, his mind still groggy from the nap. “What girl?”

“Lives on Oaklan. Ring a bell?”

Holy shit! Y/N personally asked for Harry? To deliver her a pizza? Harry sky rockets out of bed, almost dropping his phone as he searches for a pair of jeans to put on. “Yeah! I’ve delivered to her before.”

“Great! What time do you think you’ll be in?”

Harry puts his phone on speaker so he can hurriedly get dressed. “15 minutes?”

“Okay! Thanks, Harry.”

Harry’s never gotten ready so fast in his life.

______________________________________________________

Harry drives to work, picks up the pizza (which he thought was weird. She always ordered at least three or four), and zooms over to Y/N’s house, going 40 in a residential when he should’ve gone 30, but he’s too excited. He wonders why she asked for him. Was she planning on doing anything? Harry hopes she kisses him. The night after he delivered to her the second time, he thought about her lips before he went to sleep. They were so pink and plump, he thought about what it’d be like to kiss her, or to have her lips around his cock. That’s what really made him cum that night. The thought of using her pretty mouth to get off. In the week and few days he’s known her, he’s already gotten off to the thought of her five times. Usually, Harry only jerks off maybe three times a week because he’s so busy with work and school, by the time his head hits the pillow he’s proper tired, but this girl makes him horny. This past week at school, his friends had been concerned about the bags under his eyes, telling him to get more sleep, but Harry enjoyed what he was doing more than sleeping.

When Harry gets to Y/N’s doorstep, she opens the door without Harry even ringing the doorbell, like she’d been looking out the window waiting for him.

“Hi, Harry!” She was quite perky today. Like her tits. Harry thought. On this warm afternoon, she wore a yellow v-neck that was cut very low, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, and they must be very hard because Harry could see a bit of the bumps forming on her areolas as well. Harry swollowed thickly as he averted his eyes downward, focusing on the way her thick thighs filled out the denim shorts she was wearing. “I know you weren’t working today, one of your managers I think told me, but I wanted you to deliver it to me anyway! Thought we could hang out for a bit since I have the house to myself for a few hours, and I don’t think you’re weird or anything, so that’s good.” Harry looks up, cocking his head to the side with a smile planted on his face. “Like weird as in creepy, like I don’t think you’ll try anything with me. You’re very nice from what I’ve gathered. And cute.”

This is a lot of information Harry has taken in, but what stuns him the most is that she wanted him to come in and hang out with her. That sounded like the best idea he’s ever heard.

“Thank you, I like to think I’m quite nice.” Y/N steps out of the way to make room for Harry to enter her house.

“You are! Who else would’ve came in to work to deliver one pizza. That’s downright kind.”

“Well, I like to treat people with kindness. Just seems right.” Harry looks around. “Where should I put this?” He looks at the pizza.

“Oh, well I’m not hungry now, so you can just place it on that table right there. Come on! Let’s go up to my room.”

Before Harry can gather his bearings, she grabs his wrist, making Harry drop the pizza onto the table as she tugs him up the stairs.

His heart is beating fast. They’re not going to do anything, right? Maybe just talk, at most? If Harry had known he was going to be in this pretty girl’s room he would’ve showered and put on the expensive cologne his sister bought him for his 18th birthday a few months ago.

When they get to Y/N’s room, her door is already open, letting them both walk in. She sits down on her bed, Harry hesitantly sitting down next to her. “Don’t be so shy!” She giggles as she moves closer, their knees touching. “I know you like me, Harry.” She holds his hand in hers, causing him to look down as she interlocks their fingers then look up at her face that is very close to his. “Is this okay? Being this close?” Her breath hitting his cheek.

“Uh-huh.” Harry breathes, his eyes switching back and forth between her eyes and lips. “I do like you.” He leans foreword. Kiss her, you idiot.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” She leans foreword as well, their lips brushing. Harry can’t take it anymore. He leans a centimeter in, meshing their lips together. Y/N immediately kisses back, moving her lips with his, light smacking noises heard between little breaks between the kisses. Harry feels his pants grow uncomfortably tight, making him groan lowly into her mouth. Y/N moves into Harry’s lap, straddling his thighs, and feels the large bump in his pants. She breaks the kiss but keeps their lips close enough to brush against each other. “Someone’s excited.” She looks down, seeing how tight his pants had become, looking like the fabric was being stretched to its limits. He must be really big, Y/N thought. “You know”, she reaches down, rubbing him softly over his obvious erection, “on Saturday, when you got hard in front of me, that was really hot.” Her eyes shoot up to his, but he’s not looking at her. He’s watching her palm rub over his crotch, mouth agape, chest slightly heaving. She giggles and places a kiss on his cheek, “you’re so cute”, before rubbing a little harder, making Harry lift his hips involuntarily. “I got myself off that night.” Harry’s eyes find hers, her cheeks holding a slight flush. “I was so wet, thinking about if you were touching yourself too.” Harry twitches in his pants, a bit of precum making a wet stain appear on his jeans.

“I was. Fuck, I was.” His hands go to her hips as she starts grinding down on his crotch, removing her hand. “I was thinking about what your tits look like, since you never wear a fucking bra.” His right hand moves up to cup her left breast. Y/N throws her head back, grinding down a little harder. As Harry tweaks her nipple, she removes her shirt, lifting it over her head, letting her breasts bounce as they’re freed. Harry thought he couldn’t get any harder, but he sure could. As soon as he sees her tits, he feels himself throb even harder, releasing more precum, making his boxers sticky with it. He reaches up with both hands, tweaking each nipple for a few moments before ducking his head down and sucking the right one into his mouth. Y/N grabs ahold of his hair, a wet gasp leaving her full lips as Harry sucks and bites at her pebbled nub. As he moves to the other, his lips dragging across the valley between her breasts, he asks her, “what did you think about when you were touching yourself?” He engulfs her left nipple in the wet warmth of his mouth.

“You fucking me.” Harry bites down on her breast at that answer. “You looked so big in your pants that night, I thought about you bending me over and taking me from behind.” She’s grinding even harder now. “I bet your cock is so big, Harry. Can I please see it?” She pouts her lips in a dramatic way, batting her eyelashes.

“Well how am I supposed to say no to that?” Y/N giggles and unbuttons his pants, not even needing to unzip them because Harry’s heavy cock made a show of pushing through; it was so hard. He lifts off the mattress, letting Y/N pull his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh. His cock is so hard, it slaps against his stomach, leaving precum on the bottom of his shirt. Harry swiftly removes it, tossing it on the other side of the bed, before helping Y/N off his lap to slide her shorts down her legs, leaving her completely bare. She grabs Harry’s pants and boxers, yanking them off all the way, before pushing him onto his back on the mattress, straddling him once again. She’s sitting right below his cock, watching it twitch every so often. It was an angry red, the vein pulsing, and precum constantly dribbling out. She grabs ahold of it, only to pull it back and let it go, watching it slap against his stomach again. She swears he’s gotten harder because it made a noise this time it hit his stomach. It made her whine, grinding her clit a bit on his balls. “Hear how hard I am for you, baby?” She nods and bites her lip, reaching for him again, pumping his thick shaft in her fist. “Condom?” He gasps as she swipes her thumb across his slit, collecting the wetness and bringing it up to her mouth. She must enjoy the taste because she moaned lewdly, her thumb still between her lips.

“Mhmm”, her answer muffled by her thumb. She reaches over to her bedside table and takes one out, opens it with her teeth, and slides it onto his throbbing cock. “I really wanted to suck you off, but I can’t wait anymore. I need you to fuck me. I’m so wet. Feel.” She grabs his hand and pulls it down to her cunt, letting his fingertips rub over her dripping slit and clit. Harry sucks in a breath, keeping his thumb on her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight little circles as his middle and ring fingers find her weepy hole and sink knuckle deep into it. Y/N whines, rocking her hips foreword to take more of Harry’s long, thick fingers inside her. She’s so wet, his fingers slide all the way in, in one go. He pumps them in and out, as Y/N’s sat above him, rocking away, trying to take as much as possible inside her aching cunt. It feels really good, but she wants something thicker. Needs something thicker. She lets Harry finger fuck her for a few more minutes before grabbing ahold of his wrist, pulling it away from her pussy. She brings his hand up to her mouth, sliding his wet fingers against her tongue, tasting herself. Harry’s cock gives a slight twitch at the sight, leaking more precum into the condom. He was so hard, he thought it was going to fall off. He needed to cum, and he needed to cum soon. “I taste so good. Maybe next time you can taste me.” She winks at him, and Harry loses it; takes ahold of himself and lines it up with her pussy.

“If you keep talking like that, I’m gonna cum before we even start.” He nudges his cockhead at her clit, rubbing it against it for a bit, making Y/N whine, before finding her hole again and pushing up with his hips so his tip slides inside. Y/N gasps, already being stretched and only the head was inside, body shaking as he pushes more and more inside her velvety pussy. Y/N meets him half way, sliding down onto him as he pushes up. It felt wonderful, Y/N’s eyes starting to fill with tears, but the good kind. “Does it hurt?” Harry’s voice laced with worry.

Y/N shakes her head. “It feels really good. You’re so big and thick. It feels so good,” she repeats. Her head is swimming, eyes rolling back into her head as she’s seated completely on him, his balls against her ass.

She lifts off him slowly, until only the tip is inside her, staying like that for a few moments. Harry looks down at the sight, which was fucking hot, but he wanted to feel her again. He stationed his hands at her hips and yanked her roughly down onto him, causing Y/N to puff out her lips while she moaned. “Don’t tease me like that again.” He says through his teeth. Y/N found this side of Harry incredibly sexy, wanting to test the waters again. She scraped her nails down his chest, hoping it would distract him from her lifting off him again, the way she did before, but it didn’t. He yanked her down again, making Y/N’s thighs clench. Harry felt so hard inside her, and the roughness added with it only made it feel that much better. “I said to not tease me like that again, didn’t I?” He flips them over so he’s on top and pulls his prick out of her. Y/N whines in protest and pouts as he scoots the both of them down to the foot of the bed. He sits up, his legs hanging off the bed, making Y/N lay across his lap with her ass lifted slightly in the air. He kneads both cheeks, making Y/N moan. “Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.” He spanks her right cheek, then her left, making Y/N grind down onto his thigh. “Are you going to listen to me from now on? Or will I have to do this again?” He spanks her a little harder, making her skin turn red. Y/N’s pussy was wet before, but she was dripping now. This was her first time being spanked, and she loved it. She raised her ass a little higher up in the air, burying her face in her blankets.

“I’ll be a good girl.” Her voice muffled by the sheets.

“What was that?” Harry grips her hair and pulls her head up. “Can you repeat that for daddy?”

Y/N must be the luckiest girl in the world. Not only is she having sex with the hottest guy she’s ever seen, but he also has a daddy kink? Without her telling him she had one also? She couldn’t believe it.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, daddy.” She wiggles her ass in the air. “Only bad girls get spanked. I’m a good girl.”

“You think you’re a good girl?” He spanks her again, but this time it’s on her pussy. Y/N’s body tenses, face trying to hide in the sheets again, but Harry still has his hand wrapped around her hair. “Good girls don’t tease their daddies. And you teased me twice. I don’t think that’s very nice, do you?” Harry slides his pinky inside her, just to tease her further.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaks; poor thing so sexually frustrated she just wanted Harry’s cock deep inside her aching pussy. “I won’t do it again, daddy. Please, fuck me now. I’ll be a good girl. The best girl, please, I-“ she’s cut off by Harry lifting her off his lap and bending her over the bed. He stands behind her, holds both her wrists with one hand and plunges inside in one thrust. Y/N’s body gets pushed foreword with how rough he dicked into her, her nipples brushing against the sheets which burns a little, but she revels in it.

Harry starts up a quick, steady pace. Fucks her with such vigor, her ass cheeks jiggle each time his pelvis meets her skin. He’s not going super fast, just enough to have her biting his shirt he’d tossed on the bed earlier. He lets go of her wrists, places both of his hands on her hips and really fucks her. Thrusts his big, thick cock all the way inside her, circling his hips when he’s all the way in before pulling out, making her moan against the shirt she’s biting. She almost wishes he wasn’t wearing a condom; wanting to feel his precum drench her cunt even more. With each stroke of his cock against her wet walls, she gets closer and closer. Harry spanks her right hip before grabbing her by the hair and lifting her up so her back is to his chest. This new angle makes both of them moan, Harry burying his face in her shoulder as he continues to pound into her. Y/N arches her back, her ass pushing back, making Harry’s cock slide deeper into her. Harry groans, bites her shoulder, and fucks her in little hard thrusts, as if he was about to cum. Y/N reaches back with one hand to twirl her fingers in his hair.

“You like that?” He licks underneath her ear, his right hand going up to twist and pull her nipple as his other hand holds her hip. Y/N nods, whining while doing so. “I knew you would.” His thrusts get a bit more aggressive; he’s so close. “Told me you came thinking about me fucking your tight little pussy from behind. So you knew I had to, didn’t you baby? Knew I had to do whatever my pretty girl wanted me to.” The hand that was playing with her nipple dropped down, rubbing the skin of her stomach (Harry mumbling a “so soft”) before the pads of her fingers find her clit, lightly petting it. Y/N arches her back again, Harry pounding on as he rubs her clit only with one finger to tease her. “So fucking wet for me, I can hear it.” He fucks her even harder just so they can both hear the squelching sound her pussy makes each time his cock pushes inside of her. “After I make you cum with my cock, I’m gonna make you cum with my tongue.” Y/N throws her head back on his shoulder, her mouth hung open and her eyes hooded. “Have you on your back as I stuff you with my tongue. Have it drip down my chin for me to lick up later.” His thrusts becomes sporadic, his abdomen clenching uncontrollably. “Then maybe if you’re still being good for me, I’ll feed you my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me sliding my big cock between your pretty lips?”

That’s all it took for Y/N. Her back arched one more time, her stomach clenching and unclenching, her thighs shaking. The only thing keeping her standing is Harry’s cock in her cunt, ramming into her at full speed. “Yes, fuck me. Squeeze my cock.” His finger rubs faster on her clit, making Y/N stand up on her toes, hands steadying herself on the bed as her body continues to shake. Harry fucks her all the way through it, Y/N trying to fall onto the mattress, but he stops her. Holds her to his chest as he pounds her a few more times before coming himself. Shooting into the condom, a lot, and fucking her slowly until he comes to a stop. He rests his forehead against her back, trying to even his breathing with hers. Once he does, he pulls out slowly (not wanting to hurt her), and takes the condom off, kissing her shoulder before going to throw it away in the small trash can next to her bed. He plops down on her comforter, sighing happily as Y/N joins him, curling into his side.

“You’re really good at that.” She kisses right below his armpit. “You took a class on it or something?”

Harry chuckles. “You were good too. Really good. I wanted to cum right when I got inside you, but I figured I’d be a gentleman and make you cum first.” He pokes the tip of her nose, making Y/N smile.

“I don’t think I’ve ever came like that. That was amazing.” She closes her eyes and wraps her arm around his chest.

They’re silent for about a minute before Harry speaks up.

“So… what is this? Like, are we friends with benefits? Or are we dating? Sorry, I don’t mean to be pushy or anything, I just want to know.” He looks down at her with soft eyes.

“Well, you can keep bringing me pizza, and we’ll fuck after.” Harry’s face pinches.

“I’m kidding! Oh, you should’ve seen your face!” She giggles, hiding her face in is chest. She playfully bites his nipple before looking up at him again. “Yeah, you can take me on a date. I really like you, Harry. As you can tell.” He smirks at her.

“Good. I really like you too. I want to take you to dinner or something.”

“Perfect! I’m always hungry.”

“Speaking of being hungry, are we going to eat the pizza I brought?”

“Oh, shoot! I need to pay you for it.”

“Don’t bother, I’ll just pay for it.” He nudges his nose against hers.

“Can I at least give you a tip?”

“I’ll give you a tip.” He hovers over her, letting Y/N feel his cock plumping up again. She giggles, pushing him off of her.

“Later. I’m really hungry right now. You worked me out.” She kisses his forehead, getting up from the bed and taking his hand. “Let’s go down and eat, then you can bend me over my couch.”

Well, how could Harry say no to that?

HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE HIM!??!

Sleepover

A little less than 1.5k words of pure fluff on a sleepover.

You woke up in front of the TV, yawning as you sat up.

The end credits of some movie were rolling on screen, and Harry was behind you, fast asleep. Untangling yourself from him as gently as you could, you started cleaning up, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl from the coffee table and walking into the kitchen to slide it onto the counter. When you walked back in, remote in hand to shut off the TV, Harry was awake and yawning.

“Exciting film, hm?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

“Absolutely riveting,” you agreed, sitting down next to him. You stretched your hands towards the ceiling, leaning back against the arm of the couch as you bit your lip and looked around the room.

“I’m worried,” Harry murmured with a smile. “You have your thinking face on.”

“You should be,” you replied. “It’s quite painful.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

A moment of silence, and then, “What do you say to a sleepover?” you asked.

Harry raised a brow. “As opposed to sleeping in my own home in Holmes Chapel?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “No, no, I mean… I mean, like, a makeover night.”

“Should I be insulted?”

You groaned, gently kicking at his foot. “You’re being difficult, Styles.”

“It’s a talent of mine,” Harry said, but he shrugged, placing the bottle on the coffee table and stretching his arms to the ceiling. “I guess. As long as you don’t do the cucumbers. I don’t have the self control for that, and I hardly think you’d fancy seeing my gecko impression.”

“Well, now I have to see what that’s about,” you laughed.

Harry grinned and stood up. “Right, then, shall we? What’re you thinking? Nail varnish? Face masks? The works?” You nodded, pointing in the general direction of where you thought the supplies would be. “Yeah, you check in there for that stuff, and I’ll see if we have any cucumbers… Think your gecko impression would be the same with pickles?”

“I doubt it,” Harry replied with a grimace. “Maybe a puking gecko, but I’m not sure…”

You giggled, heading for the kitchen. “Cucumbers it is!”

Thankfully, you found them, and once you’d chopped some up and put them in a bowl, you walked back into the living room. There, Harry had set up a wonderful display of the various face masks and nail polishes he’d found throughout the apartment.

“Wow,” you said as you sat down next to him on the floor. “I’m impressed.”

“Just wait ‘till you see my manicure skills,” Harry replied with a grin.

“Ooh, big talk.”

“Doubt me, do you?” Harry asked, feigning hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “Come on, then, I’ll show you…” He uncapped a bottle of nail polish and took your hand, setting the bottle on the floor.

He started painting your nail, and you couldn’t help but smile at his focus. His lip was between his teeth, his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched as he concentrated on your fingers. A curl had slipped over his forehead, and you gently tucked it back into place.

He looked up, then, and noticed your fond smile. “What?” he asked, a self conscious smile taking over his own face. “You’re looking at me funny.” You shook your head, embarrassed despite yourself, and said, “Nothing. Just, uh - you forgot the face masks, mister professional.”

“Christ, it’s not my fault!” Harry scoffed, grinning at you. “It’s a challenge, love - earn double points if you can do it one handed.” You raised a brow, grabbing for the package. “Don’t really have a choice, do I?” you asked, lifting the hand he was holding.

“There you have it, then,” Harry said with a smile. “Good luck!”

“Gee, thanks, Styles,” you laughed, using our teeth to rip open the seal. It was some sort of paper one, and it smelled like strawberries. It stuck to itself as you flapped it to open it up, and you frowned, glancing at Harry.

He wasn’t paying attention, still hard at work.

Softly, you laughed again, and tried to maneuver it onto your face.

Once he’d finished your one hand - that’s what you’d guessed, at least, you were keeping your face towards the ceiling so the mask wouldn’t fall off as you tried to get it to stick - he looked up, and then he laughed at you.

“You look bloody ridiculous!” he cackled, and you scoffed, looking down at him, and it fell off. “It’s not my fault,” you whined, “you’re not helping me!” Harry sighed, smiling as he shook his head, and set down the nail polish brush to help you.

He’d gotten some color on his fingers, though, and when he got it on and you looked at your reflection in the dark TV, there was green color all over the white paper mask. “You look like you’ve got the chickenpox or summat,” Harry snickered, and you giggled, shaking your head. “Chickenpox is red, idiot.”

“So you’re special,” Harry amended, leaning in to kiss you. Then he spluttered, tasting the mask, and shook his head. “This is why I didn’t want the mask on,” he told you, and you grinned, nudging his knee with your own. “Chickenpox is contagious, anyway.”

“Not if I’ve already had it!”

You shrugged. “Yeah, well, green chickenpox is different.”

“Glad to know my girlfriend’s a green chickenpox expert,” Harry said. “Now let me see your other hand… what are we thinking… purple, maybe?” You raised a brow. “Purple and green? What are you going for? Barney?”

Harry laughed, his face lighting up. “I was going for eggplant! But Barney’s much better.”

“Oh, wonderful,” you replied, inspecting your left hand as he started on your right. “Not too bad, actually,” you murmured, and Harry looked up for a moment. “What did I say? I missed my calling, love, swear it.”

“There’s no doubt about it,” you laughed.

He finished your hand and sat back, admiring his work. “You know, I’m thinking maybe we’re made a mistake,” he said after a second, and you frowned. “What?” you asked. He looked up, and said, “I’m not sure how my nails are going to look if you’re painting them with wet nails yourself…”

You grinned, shaking your head. “Can’t believe you’d doubt me. Your nails will look just fine, H, don’t you worry,” you assured him. “But put on your facial mask first! And cucumbers! Lemme see this gecko impression of yours.”

“Oh, Christ, I forget about that,” Harry said as you handed him the bowl. “C’mon, Styles, can’t disappoint now!” you replied excitedly, and Harry smiled, putting on the mask expertly and then placing two cucumbers on his eyes.

You were already giggling, and he was too, and the cucumbers kept slipping because of how widely he was smiling. “Shush!” he laughed, glaring at you mockingly. “I can’t concentrate!” You held back your laughter, putting a hand over your mouth.

Finally, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing, he got the cucumbers in place. Then, as he moved his face, the cucumber slowly made its way to his cheek, and he grabbed it with his tongue. Crunching on it victoriously as you cracked up in laughter, he looked back at you, catching the other cucumber as it fell.

“Impressive, huh?” he asked, and you fell back against the couch as you laughed. “You really did look like a gecko!” you exclaimed, and Harry leaned into you, wiggling his eyebrows. “Wanna see what else this tongue can do?”

You only laughed harder, close to tears, and Harry scoffed, sitting back. “What, do my charms not work any more?” he asked, and you shook your head, still laughing “I can’t take you seriously in that mask!” you gasped. “You look like a ghost!”

Harry pouted, sitting back. “A cute ghost?” he asked, and your laughter faded to a smile as you gently tapped his cheek. “A very cute ghost,” you said with a nod. Harry grinned. “Right, well, you look like Scrooge.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding… Maybe Casper,” he said.

“Yeah, well, these nails look like a two year old did them,” you said back, sticking your tongue out at him. Harry pouted again, crossing his arms across his chest. “Yeah, well, you look like a two year old!”

“Yeah, ‘cause of these nails!”

Harry laughed, shaking his head, and pulled you close. “You wanna know how much I love you?” he asked softly. “Hm?” you said. “I love you so much,” he whispered, “I’m gonna kiss you with these masks on.”

“Wow, that’s a lot,” you giggled.

Harry smiled, and kissed you. “Sure is.”

***

and there's that :)

Hope you liked it!!! If you did, a reblog and some feedback would be v much appreciated <333

masterlist | ask

REVERIEHS RESTAURANT - THE FIC REC

The menus are simply the my Fic Rec lists. They are in random order but organized by author and with emojis categorizing the stories like a restaurant menu. Enjoy it and reblog to promote these amazing stories :)

NAVIGATION | THE CHEFS | THE CUISINE | THE MENUS | THE KITCHEN

Keep reading