Your Delicate Point Of View
Your Delicate Point Of View
Summary : you & harry switch bodies. and well, you’ve both always been fairly curious.
TW : smut
Word Count : 2k
A/N : there is zero plot, i’ve just been wanting to write this very bizarre piece of smut. lets just go with it ya ? ✌️
you weren’t sure how it happened. weren’t even sure when it happened. and you didn’t notice until you start to stir from your sleep, arm reaching out instinctively for harry, only for your hand to smack down hard on the nightstand.
you blink your eyes open, squinting hard at the mid morning light, and when the fuck did you switch sides ? you always lay on the left side of the bed, when did you end up on harry’s side ?
as sleep lifts from you more and more, your eyes starting to focus clearer to your surroundings, something feels off. eyebrows furrowing, your pupils fall on the hand that fell on the nightstand. is that harry’s hand ?
you blink hard and fast, willing any fogginess away, your eyes now properly focused, both hands above you, twirling them around, trying to process why you’re looking up at harry’s hands. but you were moving them ? what the absolute fuck ?
you chance to look next to you, hoping, praying, that this is some kind of really fucked up, vivid dream. but when you end up face to face with, well, your face, and your body, panic starts to set in.
you tentatively poke your body awake, watching it stir, groaning, “s’early, love.”
you notice the furrow in your eyebrows, eyes squinting open and looking back at you, jumping up as realization seems to set in quicker than it did for you.
“what the-“ harry cuts himself off, your voice coming our of what he assumed would be his mouth, completely threw him. because really, why would he assume otherwise. but now he’s staring back at his body, slight panic etched on his features.
“harry,” you whimper quietly, scared and looking for your boyfriend’s comfort.
“lovie,” he coos, noticing the need for consolation, pulling you into him, uh well, you.
and it was all sorts of awkward. harry is not at all used to being so short and small. you’re not used to the lanky limbs and extra muscles.
but you somehow manage, harry’s body being tucked into yours, harry giving your head, his head, a few kisses. which he did as a form of comfort to you, while simultaneously freaking himself out because he’s kissing the top of his own head, and he never knew the smell of his own hair could bring such a sense of calm. it seems your body still reacts the same way to certain things, muscle memory and all that. doesn’t mean it’s any less freaky, harry thinks to himself.
“we’ll figure this out, yeah ?” harry hums, still getting used to hearing your soft melodic tone as he speaks.
“uhh, harry,” you murmur, a hint of embarrassment in your tone, biting your lip, his lip, as you look up, “you’re hard.”
“what ?” he asks confused, pulling his body away to look at you properly, “what are you on about, love ?”
without any words, you look down to harry’s lap, nodding, before looking back up. and realization dawns on him. his body betrays him every morning, in the form of a stiffy. something he either sneaks off and takes care of, or waits for you to wake up and take care of.
but this. this feeling was so foreign to you. not only did you now have a whole extra appendage between your legs, you had a whole extra appendage that was incredibly hard and absurdly uncomfortable pressed up to some all of a sudden much too tight boxer shorts.
“just-“ harry hums, his hand, your hand, reaching out on instinct to give a pull. he knows all too well how you must be feeling, never too much of a comfortable situation. he can’t imagine how it must feel for you. doesn’t exactly remember the first ever time he got a stiffy, but it was surely shocking none the less.
but as his hand, your hand, wraps itself around his hard prick, he’s stunned to hear the loud moan come out of you, out of his throat, at the mere slight touch. “s’it good ?”
“fuck, does it always feel like this ?” you ask, biting your lip, his lip, a ragged breath escaping you, eyes looking up in slight embarrassment.
“yeah, pet. s’always like that,” harry chuckles. “fuck, this is weird isn’t it ? we can’t possibly-“ he cuts himself off, heat working its way up to his cheeks, your cheeks, as it simultaneously works its way down to his, your, core. “kinda wanna try,” he hums, knowing that you’ll surely understand what he’s trying to say, because christ, it is much too weird to speak out loud. “are you curious too ?”
and well, yes, you were curious, especially after that glorious touch harry just provided. besides, who isn’t curious ? who wouldn’t be intrigued in knowing how sex feels for the opposite form of genitalia ?
but fuck, could you really ? because at this moment you’re staring back at yourself and you’re expected to what ? start snogging yourself ? “it’s so fuckin weird,” you murmur. “so curious, but fuck, s’weird kissin on myself.”
harry chuckles, a playful twinkle in his eye, your eye, when he looks up, nodding, “it is weird. s’fuckin weird. but like you said, m’so curious. what if we keep our eyes closed ?”
you close your eyes, his eyes, biting hard on your, his, bottom lip, whispering, “you make the first move.”
and so he does, because as weird and as mind boggling as this entire morning has been so far, he can’t lose the opportunity to feel this. feel what you feel. so he tentatively leans forward, kissing your neck, his neck, trailing slow, tiny pecks up the side from shoulder to ear.
harry places his, your, hands onto your, his, hips, squeezing as he coos against your ear, his ear, “feel like my insides are vibrating. s’that your clit that m’feeling ? s’so achy, fuck.”
that manages a chuckle out of you, smirking, “now imagine that times a million, when you get in your teasy moods and wont touch.”
“m’sorry. fuck, gotta grind down on something,” he whines, “so different from a stiffy. christ, how are you feeling pet ?”
“s’so hard. it hurts, harry,” you whimper, feeling his, your, head tucking itself in your, his, neck, taking a shaky breath.
“wanna do something about that ?” he asks, hopeful. he’s never felt such an intense throbbing sensation. needs to quell it, needs to squeeze your thighs. needs to rut down on something, needs to be filled. fuck, he never thought he’d completely understand the intensive need to be filled up. but it’s the perfect description for how he’s currently feeling. your body needs to be fucked. and based on the tent happening in his boxers, he can assume his body wants the same thing.
“i do,” you whine breathily, “guide me harry ?” you ask, still not wanting to open your eyes, feeling him position you on top of him, slotted between his, your, wide open legs.
“wait,” harry whispers, “can you- “ he cuts himself off, slight embarrassment etched into the tone of voice. “i know your body’s used to it, but can i have a finger first ?”
“fuck,” you breathe, “of course harry.” because you absolutely remember how nerve wracking your first time was. so you tentatively reach down between your bodies, fingertips ghosting over your cunt.
this was something you were fairly used to, you knew how to make yourself feel good, and honestly you were a bit excited to show off your skills for harry.
he shudders beneath you, taking a deep breath, as your finger gently flicks over your clit, stomach muscles flinching, harry gasping through a breath, “oh fuck.”
you keep stroking from your entrance to your clit, adding more pressure, listening to harry’s breathy moans, his fists tight in the bedsheets, as you coo, “s’it feel good ?”
“christ, poppet,” he groans, hips bucking on instinct, “need to feel more.”
“remember this when things go back to normal,” you reply smugly, your middle finger slipping effortlessly into your heat, curling up immediately, hitting that spot inside you that you know so well.
harry’s hips, your hips, raise off the bed slightly, back curling, loud whimper escaping the depths of his, your, chest, “jesus fuck-“ he cuts himself off, hips rolling into your hand.
as you add a second finger, his eyes, your eyes, roll back, body trembling more and more, “christ, poppet, s’so fucking good, fuck. so good.”
“want more ?” you ask quietly, wanting, needing, some relief yourself. having a painfully hard prick was not something you were getting used to any time soon. and now that you’d gotten over the initial shock of hearing yourself moaning back at you, you wanted nothing more than to fall into this the same way harry seems to be doing.
“please,” he whispers around a breath, feeling your, his, lips press against his, yours. with both your eyes closed, mouths occupied with kissing, for a moment absolutely nothing felt out of place. this was a groove you could both fall into, in a natural way.
slight nerves overtook you as your touch leaves your cunt, guiding harry’s cock into yourself.
“fuck,” you both groan, foreheads falling together, harry gasping for air, holding onto you for dear life.
you could feel your walls split themselves apart, could feel the first push from the head of harry’s cock. the overwhelming warmth, the powerful clench, the drowning wetness, it was all so much.
and fuck, harry’s never felt anything so brain fogging in his life. having something quite literally split him open and thrust into the deepest depth of his, your, tummy, legs falling open in an invitation for more. there was nothing more exhilarating, nothing more intimate, that he’d ever experienced.
“fuck, harry,” you whine, hips thrusting at a steady pace, feeling so overwhelmed , so deliciously good, so skin tingly warm, but you had no idea how to control this body. no idea how to prolong this. you were just learning how to properly work his muscles, holding back an orgasm was a bit of a stretch.
it almost felt like losing your virginity all over again. without any awkward, slight discomforting moments. a brand new feeling entirely. one of intense pleasure.
“feels good, yeah ?” harry groans, working through the dizzying clusterfuck in his brain, unsure how to process this feeling, in an attempt to still be there for you. his typical role not being pushed aside easily, although the reversal does a fair job at trying. it’s obvious that your body likes what it likes, and being on the submissive end seems ingrained in your bones. but harry’s brain is desperate to fight it, every ounce of his being needing to be sure you were okay.
“so fuckin good, christ, don’t know how to hold back,” you whine, hands landing on your breasts, needing something to hold onto. with your, his, thumb and forefinger, you’ve got your nipples in a tight grip, harry groaning louder, back arching to press your chest further into his hands.
“christ, shit-“ harry moans loudly, “fuck, don’t hold back, cum with me, yeah ?”
and if the desperation in him wasn’t enough, it was absolutely the hard clench of your cunt, as harry felt his orgasm peak, that tipped you over the edge.
“fuck, fuck,” you groan with each spurt of hot white cum, coating the insides of your walls, cock rutting deeper and deeper with each wave bubbling out.
harry’s jaw, your jaw, is slack, breathy pants and whimpers echoing through the room, as he comes down from the most body wrenching orgasm he’s ever felt.
“thank you,” he whispers, catching his breath, fingertips instinctively rubbing your, his, arms as you come down as well.
you hum, nodding and smiling in bliss, “can’t believe that just happened.”
harry chuckles, kissing his head, “weirdest fuckin thing i’ve ever done. wouldn’t change a thing.”
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Technical difficulties - Y/N suggests rough angry sex to let out Harry’s frustration after a show
Inspired by the gif attached ;)
WARNING = SMUT, ANAL female receiving
Word count = 2,617
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"Baby you did fine, told you were amazing"
"jus' so annoying this keeps on happening. It's all fuckin' fine during sound check then they're messin' around when it's bloody show time s' not fair for the fans. I asked them to turn it up how many fuckin' times"
"no one would have noticed, it didn't affect the performance Haz you know I'm always honest with you"
"they would have been watchin' me and clocked me getting pissed"
"I know it's annoying but you can't change what happened, it was a slip-up sure, and you did make a face which wasn't ideal. But everyone had so much fun and if you enjoy it they would have enjoyed it. H they want to support you and have a good time not criticise you." He grunted moving closer and nustled his face into your neck
further, "you're always bloody right you know that don't you"
not wanting to wind him up you bent down to give his forehead a gentle kiss continuing to run your hands through his damp hair causing an innocent moan to slip out of his mouth.
You clocked he was in a little bit of a mood after the show had finished, he was quiet. Harry was far from quiet as a person.
So when he was practically silent in the car ride back to the hotel, with just his hand routinely placed on your knee but sat looking out the window you knew something was wrong.
He undressed and went straight into the shower. You carried on respecting that he needed space to breathe, so when he then exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush hanging out the side of his mouth leaning against the door frame you took this time to speak up.
"You alright H, seem quiet"
"mmh...just a bit pissed...did I- you know did I do okay tonight?" He spoke with wide puppy eyes seeking comfort and praise.
"Course you did amazingly, told you that when you walked off the stage. How comes you're pissed what's up?"
"Just the technical difficulty's fucked me off"
"Right finish brushing your teeth and come for a cuddle and we can talk about it okay, don't beat yourself up. Continuing to brush his teeth, Harry nodded.
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He'd you thought he would have calmed down after he'd vented to you. But he still remained leaning on your chest, not being able to see his face and thinking he was oblivious to your actions as he was venting, you stopped moving your hand through his hair which caused Harry to let out a "why'd you stop"
"thought it wasn't helping with your aggravation" frowning his eyebrows Harry responded. "Feels good... fuckin' unlike-" "fuck me"
Harry pulled away from you to look at you in the face confused by your interruption
"huh"
" H, you're pissed off and talking about it hasn't helped so just fuck me...c'mon you can be rough, like really rough with me. Just get it out of your system"
He took a few seconds to scan over your face to confirm you were one hundred percent on with the idea. Seeing your face blank and being completely serious.
That was all the encouragement he needed as his pupils darkened looking at you. You were the first to undress with Harry still hungrily looking at you having not of moved or undressed himself yet.
"C'mon Harry, are you going to fuck me or what?-"
Not allowing you to finish your sentence Harry wrapped his hand around your throat a little tighter than usual.
"This is how it's going to go okay, m' gonna fuck you senseless, you're going to be a good fuckin' girl and take it alright... If m' too much safeword okay?"
You nodded against the restriction of his hand, gulping for air causing Harry to let go of his grip.
Scattering his clothes on the floor next to yours he gripped your jaw pulling you into a kiss underneath him. Catching you off guard he slipped two curled fingers inside of your pussy.
"Fuckin' wet already aren't you? Find it hot that I was pissed off huh?"
He withdrew his fingers completely before leaning down to spit on you and then cupping his hand and slapping your pussy causing a pathetic moan to slip out of your mouth.
Siliva glistened on his lip as he spoke, "You didn't answer Y/N"
"mmh, you looked so hot H 'm sorry "
"Good girl" He voiced before grabbing your hips and turning you onto your knees tummy against the bed.
You weren't strangers to quickies or rough sex. But Harry would always thoroughly 'prep' you. He was no stranger to spending hours between your legs until they were shaking and then fuck you. He'd tease you in as many ways as he could. But this was fast, hot and heavy.
As you wiggled your ass into the air in an attempt to tease Harry he brought his hand down striking your ass cheek, causing a red outline of his hand to be left in its place.
"So fuckin' desperate for me aren't you bloody always want me' cock"
"Haz" you turned your head slightly looking towards him behind you towering over you, with gritted teeth breathing deeply.
"Quit the whining alrigh' Y/N " Harry ran his fingers through the back of your hair before roughly pushing your head down into the mattress.
Harry leant down, kissing your lower back trailing his tongue against the skin pulling at it slightly. Before you heard him make a sound which was followed by the feeling of spit running down the middle of your arse. Harry took either one of his hands and pulled either side revealing the mess he began to make letting out a grunt of satisfaction.
"look at you hmm, gonna let me fuck you hard hmm let out all my anger, m' not going to be kind to you poppet"
"I don't want you to be"
He spat on his thumb admiring the way how the liquid ran down it before using his right hand and spreading your ass cheek open once more again, placing his thumb at your entrance.
He then began applying pressure to your rim causing you to let out a noise sounding like it was a mix of a whimper and a inhale of breath.
Harry pushed harder which caused you to open up allowing his thumb to slip inside.
Knowing the feeling himself Harry was often extra gentle with anal he'd normally run his tongue against you a few times before slipping in or at least grabbing a generous bottle of lube to help ease in, but obviously not today.
As he circled his thumb around inside of you. You took this time and pushed back against him slightly wanting additional movement and pressure muttering a "please Harry want more"
"fuckin' said I'll give you more, bloody wait" your pussy throbbed at his words. He was normally so encouraging telling you how pretty your hole looked stretching out for him and telling you how well you were taking his fingers, practically so tight it felt suffocating. But if it wasn't with words it would be with kisses, having neither the lack of praise was causing you to want to please Harry more so you knew you were doing a good job.
"If you don't behave m' gonna leave you with a toy shoved up inside of you for bloody hours maybe all night, and m' gonna sit there and make you watch me cum over and over again."
Your eyes shut at his words picturing Harry's tummy and thighs covered in such sight. He'd done it a few times as a punishment and it was torture.
Harry had stopped the movements of this thumb but left it so it still remained inside of you causing an uncomfortable deep breath to escape your mouth. He picked up his heavy-feeling cock and began to pump his angry tip, noticing how his vein which ran along the side was pulsing ready to be touched. Not being able to see his movements you assumed he was wanting for you to do something, so arched your back more and brought both of your hands to either side of your bum spreading them apart for him to see, wanting to put on a little bit of a show for Harry.
"Fuckin' hell Y/N stay like that" he moaned causing you to smirk, there it was that's what you wanted, just a small amount of praise would do for now. His balls felt painfully full and heavy as he was still pumping himself, he shuffled on the bed closer to you, allowing you to feel the hair on his legs and skin brush against you.
You knew your hips were going to be bruised in the best way possible by tomorrow, growing slightly stiff from being in the position for a while you rolled your back and neck to try and help with the aching and welcome some blood flow to help with numbness. This caused Harry to bring his hands down harder than before to your behind with the sound of him hitting it now echoing around the room slightly.
Pulling his thumb out of you, Harry leant down slowly pressing his body against yours, moving your hair to one side and brushing his lips against your ear. You could have sworn you could hear your own heart beating from anticipation and tension for Harry's next movements. His prick was hot and slightly sticky from precum against your back and his cool cross necklace ran against your skin causing your body to shiver.
His stubble brushed against your jaw as he moved closer to your ear, his breath fanning your neck. "Missing my thumb in your ass already? Don't worry m' gonna fill it. Gonna fuck your holes, and you're gonna fuckin' take it. Now stay bloody still don't want to tell you again Y/N”
You gulped at his words as Harry moved away, he'd barely touched you yet your mouth felt dry, but your pussy felt far from it. Your wetness felt slick and uncomfortable warm as it began to spread against the inside of your thighs.
You wanted to press your legs together so badly, and most definitely reach a hand down to your puffy neglected clit. Not wanting to disobey Harry you decided against his.
He slapped his still-angry head against you a few times before moving his thumb back inside of you whilst at the same time finally slipping his cock into your pussy causing your head to roll from the feeling of being full at both ends.
You were a wet mess.
Harry wasn't particularly an angry person at all, and you wouldn't wish for him to be fucked off but god did he look hot when he was. "s' this what you wanted Y/N"
You lifted yourself up on your elbows wanting to change positions to answer Harry but he just pushed his hand against your back pushing you back down and causing a huff to leave your lips and for your tits to brush against the bedding, as he carried on angrily thrusting into you letting out an animalistic grunt. He knew if you weren't comfortable at any point you'd say the word he'd stop, but as of right now, he was going to take you exactly how he wanted it.
Without warning, he removed both his thumb and cock from you making you let out a dissatisfied gasp, Harry shuffled closer and replaced it with the head of his cock now against your asshole which drove you to bite your lip anticipating pain.
"God can't fuckin' listen to me can you, obviously bloody no one can follow any instructions I give around here fuck-"
His thrusts were deep and aggressive which matched the grunts that left his mouth. Your hands gripped the sheets in front of you and your eyes watered slightly at the feeling happening so quickly, it was a good pain, but it was still a pain. Plus Harry was far from small so normally when he was taking you from behind he wouldn't push all the way in, maybe just a quarter.
His grip on either side of your hips ensured you stayed still as he fucked your arse. His hips slammed against you causing the sounds of bodies slapping against each other to fill the room. You knew you were going to feel so sore in the morning and you definitely wouldn't be able to sit down but as of right now it just felt heavenly.
“So full H fuck so so full”
Harry picked up his pace moving one hand to the back of your head and pushing you further down into the duvet, moving one hand under your tummy to pull you further back against him to meet his thrusts.
His hand sluggishly dropped as he was fucking you as he ran two of his fingers against your slit before landing his way on your clit. Your knees began to shake as you could feel them wanting to buckle from feeling overstimulation from feeling so full. Your jaw began to ache from the constant moans escaping.
"so tight 'round me" Harry's movements began to grow sloppy, you both knew neither of you were going to last long. Harry moved his hands so they both grabbed either side of your hips once more, lifting you up off your tummy and now being sat bent down on your knees so you were practically sat on his dick with Harry sat on his calve's pushing himself in and out of your rim behind you.
Your toes were curling from the new position and you couldn't help but reach your hand behind Harry's head which had fallen into your neck to grab onto his once freshly showered now sweaty hair which began to curl together.
Your legs continued to shake and your moans grew an octave higher. Recognising these sounds Harry circularly rubbed your clit which you grabbed onto his wrist as your body grew warm and your stomach tightened dropping your shoulders from the feeling.
Harry wasn't far behind you he slowed down his pace audibly letting out possibly the filthiest nose you'd ever heard as he cummed into your ass.
Reluctantly he waited a few seconds before pulling out now being aware of how rough he really was being with you and such a delicate area.
You'd tiredly flopped onto your front in an attempt to catch your breath and begin to recover. Still in a clouding haze from cumming Harry couldn't stop himself from pulling your cheeks apart for the final time that night watching the white creamy liquid leak out from your hole causing Harry to let out a satisfied hum with a smirk on his face.
"H...please s' sore n' sensitive"
Harry retreated his hands softly pressing a kiss to one of the red outlines of where his hand had hit moments ago.
"Did so good f' me Y/N, fuckin' hell needed that" He began to need your calves innocently to receive some possible built up tension.
"Well, I would like to think you're no longer in a mood?"
"Might have to be pissed off more often if I get to fuck you like that"
"Harry I don't actually think I'm going to be able to sit down or walk tomorrow"
You were right. The whole next day you spent dressed in comfy clothes simply saying to people you'd worked too hard on leg day the day before. Although Harrys constant smirk told people otherwise.
no one told me strwbrrydaydreams deactivated that means I literally just lost whole of heartbreak boy and that means now I’m gonna have a meltdown.
a lot can happen in 13 years 🥹💘
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Chapter Seven
pairing: college student!grumpy!harry × college student!sunshine!fem reader
trope: (kinda) enemies to lovers
chapter warnings: Harry’s a jerk, dramatic arguing in the rain, some tears are shed and the truth comes out.
series cw: angst, smut (minors dni!) fluff, sexual tension, drama, character development, drug use, alcohol consumption, foul language
word count: 3.3k
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It’s been a week since the ‘accident’ as Y//N calls it, a temporary lapse in judgment on her part but it’s all in the past. She considers herself moved on from everything, managed to tell her best friend everything that happened. The conversation consists of exited squeals when she mentions them sleeping together and how nice he started being beforehand, and angry comments and threats when she mentions how he left after she fell asleep and how he seemed to resort back to his old tendencies of having her existence bother him.
Her best friend will always take her side no matter what, and she’s fuming with anger at Harry’s behavior. You could probably see steam flow from her ears if you managed to get close enough, her hands were shaking as she cussed the boy that was no where to be found.
“I can’t believe him, that fucking asshole. He better hope I don’t see him anytime soon! I’ll fucking strangle him and beat him to a pulp.” Y/N watches from her bed, anxiously playing with her fingers as she listens to her best friend’s rant. She knew telling her would lead to this, but she didn’t wanna keep it to herself as she knew it would do her no good.
She’s had her share of emotions, she’s cried, screamed and been mad at him so she feels okay, she’s finally made peace with it. It’s refreshing to have someone share the same emotions as her, to witness someone go through the same rollercoaster. She watches as her best friend paces back and forth in her room as she continues cursing the name that is Harry Styles. She listens quietly, her face blank of emotions, all numbed out from the week she’s had.
“He’s such an asshole honestly, you don’t deserve any of that babes. He’s such a fucking piece of shit, don’t blame yourself at all. None of this is your fault I promise.” Her voice is soft as she speaks to Y/N, eyes soft and full of care as she reassures her.
She knows it’s not her fault, she didn’t do anything out of the norm and nothing she could’ve done would change the outcome. Harry’s just a jerk who will only do something if it’ll benefit him, and this is nothing new. It was expected simply because it was all he ever does, he’ll bribe people and manipulate people so they’ll do whatever he wants and she fell under his spell. He knew what she wanted from him and used it to his advantage. The following days felt repetitive, she’d wake up and go to school only to avoid Harry and the stares that follow her down the hallway. She’d barely speak unless called upon and ignored the whispers coming from teachers lingering outside their doors.
She watches as the rain fell against her window, the hard pattering against the glass. The droplets slowly make their way down the window as she stares outside, the rather dreary weather makes her want to cuddle up inside a blanket and have a movie marathon. She doesn’t mind when it rains, she quite enjoys it actually and she’s not entirely sure why. She finds it to be soothing and ideal for the best naps and sleep, especially after a long day filled with Harry cracking jokes and making snarky remarks under his breath causing her day to be long and emotional.
It’s the perfect setting, almost like a scene from a movie with the way she stares outside sadly, her eyes filled with tears and the sound of thunder crashing in the distance. She’s always been fond of storms but a little scared of them, the lightning strikes and loud boom of the thunder ruins the peace of the storm and sets her on edge. She’s not one to be scared of many things but storms will always be one of her biggest. She watches as lighting strikes further away from her accompanied by the loud boom of thunder rolling.
She flinches slightly and stands up and closes her curtains and begins to back away. The soft pattering comes down on the glass harder as the clouds gradually turn darker. The thunder becomes louder and it seems like the lightning is getting closer, goosebumps begin to form on her forearms partially due to the cold air filtering through the air. She closes her eyes tightly and focuses on her breathing, she’s too old to scared of storms especially one that isn’t even remotely bad.
When she opens her eyes, it’s just in time for her to see a bright flash of light and a rather loud roll of thunder and she can’t help but to gasp quietly as she stumbles backwards, her hands begin to shake softly as she clumsily staggers over to her bed. As soon as her legs touched the edge of the mattress, she falls quickly onto it and hides under the covers. Her mind instantly goes back to all the times she was a little girl hiding under her bed whenever there was a bad storm rolling over her house. The darkness welcomes her as the cover drapes over her frame enveloping her in a warmth that she wishes could protect her from the dangers her mind is coming up with.
Another loud roll of thunder and crack of lightning happens and the lights flicker making the girl whimper softly as she wraps her blanket around her tighter. She needs the storm to pass quickly so she can get back to wallowing in her sorrows. The lights flicker a couple more times before they shut off completely and Y/N can’t help but to sigh sadly as she climbs from her cocoon and grabs her phone from beside her and turns on the flashlight. She flashes the light around her room as she walks, making sure she won’t trip over any objects that might be lying around as she head out the door.
She makes her way to her kitchen and begins to open the drawer that only contains her emergency essentials, batteries, flashlights and stuff of that nature. When she opens the drawer, she quickly grabs the flashlight and turns it on just for it to not turn on. She huffs as she empties it out and replaces the batteries, she tries it again and once again no luck. Tears begin to fill her eyes and she looks at her phone battery to see if she has enough, the bar only shows 25% and she wants to sob.
She hates storms and she hates the dark, and she’s all alone. Her best friend’s at work and more than likely won’t be able to just leave her job and come sit with her, she’s not close enough with any of her classmates to feel comfort by their presence. Another loud roll of thunder rumbles near her and she lets out a choked sob, her hand begin to tremble the longer she stands in the kitchen. She opens her phone and clicks on the phone icon and dials the number she needs with shaky hands. The line rings and rings and she’s sure she’s about to cry when it clicks and his voice comes through.
“Yeah?” His voice is deep and gruff, almost as if he just woke up.
She takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes before she speaks.
“Um hi Harry.” She can hear him huff and the sound of some shuffling in the background. It’s quiet for a couple minutes, almost as if he hung up so she pulls the phone away to see and it still shows they’re connected, she brings the phone back up to her ear and waits a couple more seconds.
“Harry?” She tries again and all gets in return is a grunt, one that could taken as one from pleasure and it makes her squeeze her legs together, memories of the nights before rush into her mind. She takes one more deep breath goes to speak only to be interrupted by Harry.
“Y/N, in case you haven’t noticed it’s two in the morning..” Another roll of thunder booms, closer to her house and it makes her whimper.
She can hear him grunt lowly, a sound long and drawn out - one she knows very clearly.
“Y’missed me honey? Y’missed me filling up you up? You felt so warm and tight, felt so good wrapped around me.” In any other circumstance she would be happy to continue this conversation but not right now, this is not what she called him for.
“No, um I’m sorry for waking you. It’s not that important, Leya’s at work right now and um it’s storming and my powers out.” Her voice is soft but he can make out the sound of her voice quivering as she speaks and immediately he feels like shit.
“M’sorry, but I don’t see what any of that has to do with me.” His voice is soft but still deep and it makes her heart flutter.
“Yeah sorry. My phone’s about to die and my batteries for my flashlights are all duds. I’m scared of thunderstorms and usually Leya comes over but like I said she’s at work. Didn’t know who else to call. Do you have any batteries by any chance?”
He honestly can’t remember if he has any batteries but something flutters in his stomach, a feeling he can’t ignore so as he holds the phone to his ear he begins to stand and throws on a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before he’s slipping pair of sneakers and he’s heading out the door.
“I might have some batteries for you. I’m on my way. Y’want me to stay on the phone with you?” He doesn’t know what’s come over him to make him want to help the girl but he’s already in his kitchen scrambling to find batteries for her.
“If you want.” He already knew he was staying on the phone subconsciously but now he can just say it was because she said to, doesn’t want anyone to know that it was due to his own conscious. There’s no way he cares for the girl, he can’t stand her and her voice annoys him.
Once he manages to find an unopened package of batteries, he walks out of his dorm and jogs the short distance from the building to his car. He quickly starts it and begins driving, the only sound filling the car is the sound of thunder rumbling and ever so often Y/N will whimper quietly to herself.
“What’s your address again?” He asks as he pulls up to a stop sign, it’s silent for a moment before he can hear her talking. She softly tells him where she lives and he hums in agreement. When the light turns green, Harry presses on the gas pedal causing the engine to become louder and he immediately apologizes.
“M’sorry Y/N, just trying to get to you fast.” He says after hearing her choke back a sob. He’s not sure why he feels this need to take care of her right now, he would’ve said no in a heartbeat and he might have laughed at her for something so childish.
He would’ve kept this information and poked fun at her through the school year and reminding her once again why he isn’t to be trusted, but no he’s in his car driving to her house at two in the morning with a pack of batteries for her flashlight. He’s stuck in his thoughts as he drives, trying to find the reason for whatever is causing him to feel pity for the girl but he comes up empty handed. He can’t help but to huff as he turns into another street, the scenery and houses beginning to look familiar. Not that he was paying attention just in case he happened to be on her side of the neighborhood, because he wasn’t really; what good would knowing that type of information do him? He figures this is his good karma meaning whatever happens next was because he decided to be a good person for once even though his intentions might not be completely genuine there’s still an inkling that is.
When he pulls into her driveway, he quickly gets out and knocks on the door as he makes his way to the front door.
“M’here Y/N, can you open the door?” She mumbles out a pathetic excuse for a yeah before she’s whining in response to the another loud rumble of thunder accompanied by a lightning strike, and Harry can’t help the small twitch in his pants as he curses himself for allowing his mind to wander to that night at such a time like this. It takes a couple moments before the door opens just enough for her arm to shoot out and he laughs.
“I can’t come inside?” The hand curls it’s fingers until it’s just the pointer finger outstretched and she shakes it.
“Just let me have two batteries please, I’m sorry for waking you. Let’s just forget this ever happened, if I can just get some light I’ll be okay until it passes. Stop acting as if you care what happens to me anyways.” Her voice wavers with every word and the scoff gets stuck in his throat, if he wanted to make a snarky comment, he definitely won’t be able to do it now.
It’s silent minus the rain as he stares at her arm, thinking of what to say.
“M’here aren’t I?” He does his best to keep the irritation out of his voice, doesn’t want this to end in an argument.
“Yeah only cause you thought it was a booty call. Can I please just have the batteries?” Her voice is tired and he can faintly make out the sound of her sniffling.
“C’mon now, this is no time to start being stubborn. You just sounded like you didn’t wanna be alone hence why you called me and I’m not leaving you. Just let me in.” The energy shifts between them and as if they both sense it she goes to shut the door.
“Pointless to fucking argue with you this early in the morning Harry. I’m tired and want to go to sleep, have a good night.” Harry quickly grabs ahold of the side of the door before it closes and yanks it open.
The glare in her eyes is icy and mean, a look that no one would expect to come from the sunshine girl. Her eyes are puffy from crying, there’s a slight shine to her irises from the tears sitting in place as it threatens to spill out and wet her lashes even more. Her gaze is set on his face, a fire lit in her eyes at the inconvenience and the stubbornness of the boy in front of her.
“Harry, go home.” He scoffs at the girl as he holds the door open.
“This is no way to treat someone you invited to your place to help you, is it lala?” The fake kindness and concern dripping from every word he speaks.
“You’re doing this to yourself, I never once asked you to stay. I asked for batteries which you provided, you’re not needed.” She says and goes to shut the door again, only to huff at his insistence on intruding on her privacy.
“Well next time, I’ll leave you to deal with all your issues yourself!” He knows he’s getting upset and he should probably back away before things get out of hand but he’s stuck where he’s standing, almost as if her porch is made of fresh cement and he walked into it without taking note of all the signs leading up to it.
He watches as she takes a deep breath, her chest rises and falls heavily as she rolls her eyes.
“I’ve been doing that for years! Stop fucking acting like you care because we both know you don’t! You only do it for the wrong reasons!” Her voice now matches his, the beginning of a screaming match threatening to start at any given moment. He scoffs at her excuse of a response, his head tilting back in exasperation.
“You knew from the beginning.” He replies simply, the light from her porch light falling over him exposes him to the tired girl. She takes note of his sweatpants and the sight of his muscles peeking through the thin material of the t-shirt he’s wearing.
“You know what Harry. I was beginning to like you and now that it’s done for, you just had to show me why all of this was a bad idea to be begin with.” She says and she can’t help the way her body tightens at the sound of another loud rumble of thunder.
“But you’ve always like me lala. Don’t you remember how we used to hang out, the way you practically begged your mum to come see me. We were the best of friends. ” He can’t help but to smile maliciously and his eyes scan over her frame, taking in the thin jacket and pair of leggings covering her skin and protecting her from the cold wind of the storm.
Her face morphs into one that’s hard to decipher, sadness, anger and remembrance flash quickly over her face.
“That’s not what I meant asshole. Your arrogance really pisses me off. Last I recall, you changed the dynamic, you made our friendship turn into whatever the fuck this is now.” Her voice is soft but still full of venom even thought it wavers occasionally.
“You… you caught feelings?” Another loud rumble of thunder booms around them and lightning strikes quickly a ways behind Harry, the distance far enough not to instill fear into either of them but close enough to charge the energy in the air between them. He doesn’t care about anything else she was saying after that, the three words bouncing around in his head.
She liked you, she likes you, she liked you.
He stares at her with fierce intensity, anger burning deep inside of his emerald green eyes. She watches as his tongue pushes against his cheek as he runs his hands through his long brown locks.
“The rules were made to prevent this from happening Y/N. But you had to go and do the exact fucking opposite of what was agreed didn’t you? Can’t help yourself when you’re getting treated so nicely huh?” He says, venom dripping from every word.
She frowns as she looks up at him, tears welling in the corner of her eyes.
“You did this! You treated me differently, of course it was bound to happen!” She yells, her voice shaking as she shuts her eyes.
“I did no such thing, sweetheart. I gave you basic human decency. You just stayed in that pretty little head of yours and began overthinking my actions for what they’re not.” He replies as a small smirk begins to form on his lips.
She shakes her head as she wipes away the tears, she refuses to let him see her break.
“One question, and all I ask is that you be honest with me.” He laughs dryly at her before crossing his arms, his muscles flexing as he draws them together.
“Go ahead, I’m dying to hear this.” She takes a deep breath before opening her eyes to stare at him.
“Why do you break girls hearts?” She asks, the anger long gone, replaced with sympathy and tiredness.
“Simple, so they don’t break mine first.”
“So dare I ask, did this ever stand a chance of being more than sex?” She asks, her eyes flitting away from his intense gaze as she chews her bottom lip.
“Darling, I think we both know the answer to that. Never even crossed my mind. You were just a good fuck.” He says, his eyes closing briefly before looking back at her face as he watches a single tear slip down her left cheek. There’s only a brief moment shared between them to dwell on the secrets shared between them before the door is slammed shut, leaving him to stare blankly at the white painted frame.
If only she knew how much of a lie that was.
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Routine - Bad Habit (3)
in which YN spends the night - officially - for the first time, but Harry's daughter isn't really happy about that; fluff; angst; smut; dad!harry
wc: 5.9k
can be read as a stand alone, but if you want to understand more read Bad Habit (1) and (2)
“Hi.” Harry greets her as soon as he opens the door, smiling the same smile YN has been in love with since she was 20 years old.
“Hi.” She repeats his word as a form of greeting, and despite the shortness of it, nothing needs to be added, because the excitement they both transpire can be felt in the air between them.
This would be the first time YN officially spent the night. Of course, she’d stayed over many times in the two months they had been dating, but never officially. She’d always leave before Aidi could find her tangled in Harry’s sheets, and it had been fine at first. She hated waking up early, but she’d do whatever she could to reassure Aidi’s well being.
YN doesn’t know why all of a sudden Harry was eager to invite her over. He told her he felt ready, and she had felt excited despite feeling the fear of how his daughter would react.
Harry told her that he wouldn’t tell her right away, YN would just stay over and they’d see from there how it went. Of course, his nonchalance hadn’t gone unnoticed by YN, that on the other hand felt nervous about it all and would’ve much rather he told Aidi she would at least spend the night. But, she figured, she wasn’t a parent, and she couldn’t possibly know what was best for Aidi, so she had agreed to follow his plan with enthusiasm.
“Everything okay?” He asks when he sees she hasn’t moved from her spot.
“Just a little bit nervous” she shrugs, tightening the grip around the handle of her duffle bag.
“I see I still have tha’ effect on yah?” He chuckles, opening his lips in a teasing smirk.
“Shut up! ‘S not because of you”
“I know” he says, and his eyes soften at the sight of the girl in front of him, all shy and anxious about something that he thinks is so natural. “‘M just teasing. Everything’s gonna be okay”
She sighs at his words and takes a step closer to him, “ugh, I know… just want it to be perfect”
“‘S already perfect with you here” he smiles, grabbing her upper arm and tugging her closer to him. He circles her back with his arm and squeezes her against his chest, holding her tight in a soothing embrace.
“You’re perfect” she sighs once again, inhaling the pleasing scent of his fabric softener lingering on his hoodie.
YN still can’t believe he is hers.
“C’mon let’s go inside, yeah?”
“Mmhmm” she nods against the fabric of his sweatshirt.
Once Harry closes the front door behind him, he takes YN’s duffle bag from her hands and tells her to follow him upstairs.
“Where’s Aidi?” She asks.
“In her room”
“Is she… does she know I’m here?”
She watches as he nods his head, and she wonders for a moment if there’s something wrong going on. Is Aidi upset? Is it too soon?
“Harry…” she whispers once they enter his room, “maybe it’s too soon. We should have-“
“YN.” He interrupts her, a serious look adorning his gentle features, “I told you already everything is fine.”
“Okay” she nods doubtfully, not really convinced by his words.
He tosses her bag on his bed and after he turns around to face her. He takes her hand in his and squeezes it to reassure her. He knows how she is. How much she worries, but that’s the very same reason why he’s so sure about this. He knows she cares about Aidi very much, and he thinks she’ll be good for his daughter, even if it takes her some time getting used to having another person around more.
YN follows Harry out of his room, and, once they reach Aidi’s door, she watches as he gently knocks on it.
“Aidi?” He asks, opening the door and peeking his head inside. “Hi bug” he says softly, and YN feels herself melt at the interaction. He’s so gentle, so sweet. He makes her feel warm, like the first spring sun shining on her skin after a cold winter.
He opens the door wider and YN spots Aidi laying on her bed, her ballerina bunny squeezed under her chin. She lights up as soon as she sees her dad, and she nods timidly when Harry asks her if she was asleep.
“I was really tired, daddy” she mumbles, knuckling at her eyes sleepily.
“Tha’s okay” he reassures. “‘S almost time to eat dinner”
YN watches from the door jamb, unsure on what to do. She doesn’t want to interfere in their moment, still feeling a bit unease at the situation.
“Do you want to say hi to YN?” Harry asks when Aidi gets up from the bed.
She shakes her head no. “I already said at school”.
YN bites hard on her bottom lip. She knew it would be hard.
Harry furrows his brows and looks at his daughter, confused by her behavior. She loves YN. She always talks about how nice she is and how she’s so happy she’s his friend so he doesn’t really know where this is coming from. He figures she’s just grumpy from being woken up.
YN, on the other hand, thinks this is going to be harder than they thought.
…
It’s a little bit later in the evening, and despite the abrupt start, things seem calmer now. Aidi had played with her dolls while she watched cartoons on the tv, and YN had helped Harry with setting the table for dinner.
She thinks it’s nice. Settling into a routine and sharing it with them. She’s always been kind of alone, and she’s always thought of herself as more of a loner, but maybe she’s been wrong all along and this is where she was actually destined to be.
“Aidi?” Harry calls from inside the kitchen.
YN smiles fondly once she sees Aidi walking towards them with a pep in her step, she seems fine, until Harry asks her what she wants to eat, because nothing seems of her liking.
“Noooo daddy I don’ like that!” she protests when Harry shows her the package of pasta he intended on cooking.
“But you’ve always liked it! You looove when granny makes it for yah!”
“Yeah” she gives him a firm nod, “but yeh’re not granny”
YN has to refrain herself from laughing at them. She wonders if she’s like this everyday or she’s putting on a show just because she’s there.
“Uggh fine, then. How about…” he looks through the cupboard to see what other thing he could cook, he picks up another package of pasta, shaped like butterflies this time, and holds it in front of her, but Aidi shakes her head disgusted once again.
He moves toward the fridge then, taking out some chicken and showing it to her, but “noooo” she protests.
“Wha’s gotten into yah!” He sighs discouraged.
“I’m sorry” he mouths to YN, to which she replies with a knowing smile.
Harry opens the door to the freezer and YN spots a package of chicken nuggets inside, and she points to them trying to hide her gesture from Aidi, not sure whether she could eat that kind of food.
“She usually doesn’t like them” he shrugs, but when he takes out the package to show it to her, Aidi starts jumping excitedly in her place, “yes! Yes! Daddy want them, pleaseee”.
“But-“ he’s about to protest, but he feels it’s actually pointless to argue with a child, so he sighs and: “fine!”
“Make them crispyyy please daddy” she says seriously, but when YN erupts in an uncontrolled laughter, Aidi starts giggling too.
Harry joins in on their laughter, but his is more of a disbelieving one, amazed by his daughter’s behavior.
Once dinner is ready, Harry, YN and Aidi all sit at the small table in the living room.
Harry fills his and YN’s glasses with the most prestigious red wine he had, and he serves first Aidi (the chicken nuggets with looots of ketchup), then YN (the special pasta his mother taught him to make and that’s the only fancy thing he knows how to make — but, honestly, YN was fine with everything. Even if it meant eating dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets).
The air around them is quiet, there’s a comfortable silence between them, and YN feels happy. Like she belongs. She looks at Aidi tenderly when she hears the quiet humming of what she recognizes is a cartoon’s theme song, and she watches as the little girl dips her nugget in what seems to be way too much ketchup for only a small piece, and when YN raises her glance from Aidi’s plate, she realizes Harry is looking at her with one of the softest looks on his face she’s ever seen. He smiles sweetly at her, but, as opposed to how he used to always avert his gaze when they were still in college — embarrassed she’d catch on the crush he’d always had on her, he doesn’t look away.
‘What?’ She mouths, worried she might have something on her face or that he wants to tell her something without his daughter hearing, but he just shakes his head.
‘Pretty’ he mouths back, and his eyes do that thing YN loves, they twinkle like the brightest of the lights, the warmest shade of green she’s ever seen, like the grass on a chilly spring day, the feeling of seeing a bit of color after months of whiteness.
She bushes and looks down at her plate, still not used to his cheeky compliments.
After dinner, Harry takes out of the fridge the ice cream YN had brought, and when he opens it, he smiles fondly when he realizes she picked Aidi’s favorite flavors: chocolate and strawberry. In the same bag, there’s another tub of ice cream, much smaller, and when he opens it, to his surprise, he sees his favorite flavor: mint chocolate chip.
He knows now she remembers their ice cream runs after a long day of studying, but he’s genuinely surprised she would after so many years, and he thinks it feels nice. It’s nice having someone take care of you, even if it only means picking up your and your daughter’s favorite flavors of ice cream.
He comes back in the living room with the ice cream and three small bowls, and he places them on the table.
“Look what YN got you!” He smiles excitedly, hoping to spark some excitement in his daughter, since she’d been pretty quiet all throughout dinner.
“Ice cream!” She lights up, but when Harry shows her the flavors, she makes a disgusted face and pushes the tub out of her face.
“I don’t like chocolate”
YN, that had watched the encounter proudly, feels her face fall. She thoroughly remembers Aidi loves chocolate ice cream. She’d told her many times in class, and it was what she had asked that day Harry forgot to pick her up and YN had brought her to eat ice cream to distract her. Maybe she remembers wrong? She feels herself panic inside, because how could she have gotten it wrong! She’d been so careful while picking.
“But ’s your favorite!” Harry stresses, his brows furrowing on his forehead.
YN feels a little bit relieved at his words. At least she hadn’t gotten it wrong.
“No, it’s not” she shakes her head, grimacing.
“I’m so sorry, YN. I don’t know wha’s gotten into her” he apologizes, sitting back down in his chair, his shoulder sagging, he feels undefeated.
There’s no way Aidi doesn’t like chocolate ice cream, because he remembers she ate it two days before at his sister’s house, but he chooses not to tell YN that to not aggravate the situation more. He knows this is silly, because it’s just ice cream, but it’s then he realizes maybe everything isn’t okay and Aidi isn’t comfortable with having YN here.
He’s unsure on what to do, feeling conflicted about the situation.
He knows he should put his daughter’s feelings before his, but he also cares about YN, and he doesn’t want to push her away.
“Harry” he hears YN interrupt his train of thoughts, “maybe I remembered wrong. It’s no problem at all! Do you like mint chip?” She asks Aidi the last part, and her voice is soft.
Aidi nods, “’s daddy’s favorite”
YN smiles at her and then throws a quick glance at Harry, “really? You both have great taste then! You share that with your daddy and I’ll eat the other one, okay?”
“Okay” Aidi nods once again and leans forward on the table to pick up the tub of ice cream. She shows it to Harry to signal she wants it in the bowl, and he consents quietly.
Harry — too — realizes this is going to be harder than he thought.
…
Harry feels bad. Tonight hasn’t been what he thought, at all.
He had planned in his mind all the nice and fun things he wanted to do with both YN and Aidi, and maybe, he realizes just now, he had been wrong to assume Aidi wanted to do that. He understands it’s always been them. Since she was born, it’s always been the two of them, tucked away safely in the walls of their home, and Harry understands how she could feel now that YN is here as well.
He just feels bad, because he’d like to do some of those things with YN too. He’d like to eat breakfast with them, he’d like to watch a movie and cuddle them both under his arms, he’d like to kiss both of them goodnight, he’d like to snuggle with them in his bed until it’s inevitably time to get up. But how can he? Aidi is little, and she doesn’t understand what it means to share.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” He hears YN gently ask, and he shifts his gaze from the tv to her.
Aidi wanted to watch the new Little Mermaid movie (her favorite of the week), and she had demanded her daddy watched too. YN hadn’t minded, and she sat contently next to them, but only half an hour into the movie, Aidi had fallen asleep against Harry’s chest, his shirt crumbled between her little fingers as she held onto him, almost scared he’d leave her to sleep alone.
Harry leans his head on the backrest of the couch, he then turns it and looks at YN fondly. She’s so pretty now, her hair frame her face perfectly, and the glasses on her nose make her face look softer.
He shakes his head, wary of what she could say if he voiced his thoughts aloud, and when he sees her brows close in a furrow, he averts his gaze, his face facing the ceiling as he closes his eyes.
“Hey” she whispers, careful not to wake Aidi sleeping in his lap. When she realizes he isn’t opening his eyes, she raises her arm and rests it next to his face on the back of the couch. With delicate fingers she caresses the tender skin of his neck, below his ear, where she hears his pulse quicken.
“Harry, hey” she repeats, hoping to gain his attention, but she may have been a little too loud, because Aidi stirs in his lap and opens her eyes slowly.
“Hi, bug” he smiles down at her, his expression changing as soon as she woke up. “Let’s get yah to bed, yeah?”
He stands up from the couch and props Aidi on his hip, caressing her back gently to lull her back to sleep.
She falls asleep on his shoulder almost immediately, and YN raises on her feet quickly, placing a gentle and quiet kiss on her hair. Harry smiles at her and informs her he’d be putting Aidi to bed in her room.
YN turns off the tv and picks up the throw blanket to fold it, when she’s done she puts it on the couch and makes her way upstairs towards Harry’s room.
She sits on his bed and she waits for him, her heart beating fast against her ribcage. She wonders if she should leave. Is that what Harry is so scared to tell her? She’s sure he realized too that Aidi wasn’t comfortable with YN staying over.
She hears the door close quietly and she looks up immediately. She can feel her heart in her throat, convinced he wants to send her away.
Maybe it’s too soon.
Maybe he doesn’t want a relationship with someone his daughter doesn’t like.
Whatever the reason will be, she’s sure this will be their final conversation.
“Hi” he interrupts her train of thoughts.
“Hi”.
He walks towards her and stops in front of her, sitting between her open legs.
“Harry -“ she starts saying, but he interrupts her quickly: “Baby, I’m so sorry”.
“What?” she asks confused, “why are you saying sorry?”
“I thought… today was supposed to be different” he sighs. He raises both of his hands and cradles her face in his palms, caressing the skin of her cheeks with his thumbs.
“I’m sorry” he repeats, “I wanted to make a nice dinner and maybe go for a walk, and… I don’t know, maybe watch a movie but…”
“But we did!” YN chimes in, bringing her hands up to squeeze his wrists, “it was perfect”
“I know but… Aidi…” he says, shaking his head, panic lacing his voice.
“You don’t think she’s happy…”
“It’s not that… I’m just scared. I didn’t think it would be this difficult” he sighs. He feels guilty, and if there was any way he could have this conversation with her without hurting her, he would. But YN has also taught him to communicate his feelings, and he couldn’t just not tell her what was going on in his mind, how scared he is for his daughter and to cause her pain.
“Oh Harry” she shakes her head against his hands, biting down on her bottom lip so hard she thinks she can taste the blood. “She’s just little, and not used to… all of this. I think you should talk to her.”
“I don’t know how” he looks at her pleadingly.
“Just say how you feel. Start from there. She’s the most wonderful kid I know, she will understand.”
It’s when she says things like these that Harry remembers why he is so sure about YN. She loves him, and perhaps she loves his daughter more than she loves him. Her presence is crucial in both of their lives, and Aidi needs to know her. She needs to be around her, because Harry thinks there’s a part of how YN loves that only she could teach, and he wants Aidi to learn, he wants her to see her dad happy, and he wants her to understand that love is really all that matters.
He gives her a small smile, not big enough to show the dimples YN really loves, but enough for her heart to tighten in her chest.
“Everything’s going to be fine.” She whispers, before tilting her head upwards and placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
He dips his head forward and deepens the kiss, sighing into her mouth.
Despite the heavy weight on his chest, he’s really happy she’s here.
Her lips are soft against his, and he wants to drink her in, drown in her taste, like the sweetest summer fruit.
Her hands make their way up his arms, her fingers dipping into the cotton of his shirt, and once she reaches his shoulders, she pushes him down against her.
They both fall on the bed, and with the way she’s kissing him, YN hopes she can reassure him. She hopes he understands she’s here now, and he doesn’t have to do it alone. His tongue caresses hers, and his hands are everywhere on her body, holding onto her skin desperately.
He settles between her legs, and pushes his hips forward when she bites his bottom lip, his erection pushing hard against her center where she needs him the most.
“Harry” she says as soon as he moves his head to kiss down her neck, “we shouldn’t. You’re upset” she breathes.
“Mmh” he whimpers against the skin of her neck, “please” he begs, “i need you. I need you so much.”
She tugs at his hear and he raises his head from her neck, the sight of him almost making YN cum on the spot.
As opposed to how he always is in bed, dark and dominant, he looks soft and pleading, his eyes big and veiled with lust, his lips wet with spit and a particular shade of red mixed with purple.
“You’re the only one that can make me feel better” he whispers looking directly into her eyes.
“Okay” she nods, “okay”.
Harry buries his head back onto her neck and kisses the skin there gently.
His hands travel down to her jeans and he quickly unbuttons them, tugging them down her legs and then throwing them on the floor.
His movements are frantic and eager, but everything about him is soft, from the way his hands caress the skin of her stomach to the way his fingers shift her panties to the side to expose her. He dips his thumb between her folds, rolling tight circles on her clit a couple times. She sighs heavily, and she has to refrain herself from moaning.
When he sees that she’s wet enough, he holds his weight with one arm and with the other he tugs his own jeans down, followed by his boxers right after.
When his cock is finally freed from its restraint, he doesn’t waste a second before he slides it between her folds, coating it with her juices. She brings a hand to his cheek and tilts his head up so he can look into her eyes when he slips inside of her.
“Oh” she whimpers, and he’s quick to swallow her sounds with his own mouth, sighing into her while his hips drill into her.
She feels warm against him, and he finally feels the comfort he’d been looking for.
With gentle fingers he raises the fabric of her t-shirt and exposes more of her skin, his hand resting against her ribcage, under her side boob. With his thumb he pushes her bra up and finally frees her tits, his head dipping down to kiss all over the new exposed skin.
He takes her right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it lightly, soothing it right after with his tongue.
“Please” she moans quietly, arching her back and pushing her tits into is mouth.
“Shh, baby” he giggles, leaving her boobs and going back to her mouth, “fuck” he whispers against her lips, “gonna make me cum already”
She clenches around him, flattered that she could make him reach his high so quickly.
“Baby I need you to cum” he says, and he brings a hand down between them, drawing tight circles on her clit. He knows she’s close by the way her walls clench around him, but he needs her to come before him, so he brings his mouth back on her nipple, the left one this time, and bites on it gently.
With the stimulation on her clit and now on her nipple, YN knows it’s going to take her seconds to cum, and she brings a hand to clasp against her mouth when he gives a particularly harsh thrust that makes her come on the spot. She sees stars and all her body trembles as Harry keeps moving his hips with the pace that made her cum, never taking his hand off her clit.
He parts from her nipple and when he sees her face beginning to contort in discomfort, he pulls his cock put of her and with a few tugs he comes against her stomach, his sticky liquid coming in spurts out of his slit.
“Fuck” he groans, giving another few thrusts against his hand.
When he’s done, he falls on the bed next to her, lifting his arm so she can squeezing in against his side.
She rests her head on his chest, and she can hear his heart beating hard against his chest. She almost falls asleep right there, lulled by the sound of his heart beating loud for her, but: “thank you. I love you”, he whispers against her hair delivering a soft kiss against her hairline.
She chuckles against the skin of his chest, placing a kiss there “i love you too”.
…
“I got more of that cream yeh like… the one made with wine”
They’re both still in their towel, the bathroom foggy from the steam of the hot water.
“Harry!!! Thank you!” She exclaims, “you didn’t have to” she beams at him, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth as he shows the cream to her.
“I wanted to” he smiles, leaning down to kiss the side of her head.
This is what he has longed for all his life, always feeling like there was something missing from him. The comfortableness of sharing his routine with the person he loves the most.
They stand side by side in front of the sink, their naked shoulders touching, and YN massages the cream onto her skin while Harry brushes his teeth.
When he’s done, YN hands him the cream and “want?”
He nods, and, “you put it for me” he says, closing his eyes immediately and bringing his hand up to swat away a couple of curls from his forehead.
YN grins widely and she sprinkles a little bit of cream on the palm of her fingers. She rubs them together to warm the cream, and then she raises on her tips to massage it onto Harry’s face.
She’s delicate in doing so, rubbing his cheeks gently and then under his eyes, his nose and all the way down to his chin. He looks serious but relaxed at the same time, and YN rubs at his temples a little to ease what could be left of the tension he felt before.
He sighs dreamily and once she’s done, she rubs the remaining cream on his neck, and then she places a kiss on his lips, “all done”.
“Thank you baby” he smiles, leaning down to give her another kiss. And another. And another, until she’s giggling against his lips.
“Shh” he shushes her, placing another soft kiss against her lips.
“I’m so tired” YN says, knuckling at her eyes.
“Yeah… let’s go to bed, yeah?”
Once they reach his room, they both slip into their pajamas and hurry to get to bed, the tiredness of the day catching up to the both of them.
YN asks what side of the bed Harry sleeps on (the one near the door) and YN gets in beside him. She can smell the fabric softener of his cleaned sheets (that Harry had changed before they got in the shower), and she burrows herself more into the comforter, hiding her face under it.
“Where are yah!” He whispers, and when he hears her giggle, he raises the comforter over his head and joins her under the covers.
“Hi” he says once he’s face to face with her, the mint scent of his toothpaste tickling her nose. She looks extremely soft, her skin dewy from the cream and her eyes droopy with sleep.
“Hi” she repeats, moving closer to him. She rests her head on the palm of her hand, and she looks up at him dreamily. Harry feels a little claustrophobic from the lack of oxygen and the heaviness of the comforter over their heads, but he has to admit it’s comforting, being with her like this. Close.
“Thank you for giving me this” she whispers, shifting her gaze form one of his eyes to the other.
She hopes he understands what she means, because YN doesn’t mean the cream, the dinner, or the sex. She means a family. A routine. Something to look forward to at the end of the day when she feels exhausted. She knows now as long as she has Harry and Aidi she will never feel alone, and she will never have to question herself, how she did all those years ago in college when she would wonder what was wrong with her that made her so unlovable.
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The next morning, Harry wakes up at around seven o’clock, too early for a Saturday morning, and he casts a glare towards YN that is sleeping soundly next to him.
When he realizes what time it is by looking at his phone, he understands something is missing. Aidi isn’t awake.
She usually wakes him up at around half past six by jumping on his bed, and then falls asleep almost immediately on his chest, clutching her stuffed bunny protectively to her side.
The possibility that she’s still asleep is very slim, and he decides to check on her, not without leaving a kiss on YN’s head before.
When he reaches Aidi’s room, he opens the door and frowns sadly at his daughter. She’s awake, lying on her bed still under the covers, talking quietly with her stuffed bunny.
“Hi bug” he whispers, “g’morning!”
“Hi” she says in a small voice, but she doesn’t raise her gaze to look at him. He knows she’s still upset.
“Why didn’t y’come wake me up?”
When she shrugs, he walks towards her bed, and with his hand he gestures for her to scooch over a little so he can lay down next to her.
He lays his head on her pillow and looks at her. She’s still sleepy, her eyes laced with sleep and her hair ruffled and curly. Her pajama top has shifted a little to expose the soft skin of her tummy, and Harry adjusts it to cover her.
“Cinna” Harry addresses her stuffed bunny once he realizes Aidi doesn’t want to talk to him yet, “why’s Aidi sad?”
Aidi pets the bunny’s ears and keeps her eyes forward, not looking at her dad.
“Is it because YN is here?” He asks gently, whispering as if it was a secret between them.
Aidi wraps her small fingers around the bunny’s neck and makes it nod its head. Harry smiles sadly at her, his chest aching at the sight of his daughter hurting, and him being the cause of that pain.
His sudden reaction is to just reassure her and he wonders if YN would understand if he told her to wait a little before coming over again, but then he remembers what she told him: that Aidi is smart and she will understand if he talks about his feelings. He figures it’s worth a try.
So, “Come here, bug” he says, stretching out his arm so she can rest her head on his chest.
It takes a while to convince her but after a little bit she shifts and places her cheek on his chest, holding her bunny tight under her chin.
“My baby” he coos, petting the hair out of her face, “just because YN is here it doesn’t mean we can’t do what we always do!”
He hears her sigh loudly through her nose and he understands she isn’t really convinced by his words.
“It doesn’t change the love I have for you” he says, but she’s little, and he tells her he loves her everyday, so it doesn’t do very much.
“YN is really nice” he tries, “and she’s my friend. She’s funny and she loves ice cream. And she gives great cuddles. Like… great. Way better than I do, because she’s warm and she smells nice, like candy”
He hears her giggle at his words, so he keeps going, “and she makes me really happy” he coos.
“How much?” Aidi asks, her voice muffled from the cheek she has smushed against his shirt.
“Ooooh, like how much happy we are when granny comes over”
Aidi hums and raises her head from his chest to look at her daddy. She looks a little less sad now, her lips open in a small smile.
“And she loooooves bunnies. She has like three stuffed bunnies,” he smiles, and Aidi looks down at the bunny clasped in her small hand.
“Really?”
“Yeah… she actually asked me if you and Cinna’d like to meet ‘em?”
She nods her head eagerly, “maybe we could invite them over next time?” She asks doubtfully, almost shy, and Harry beams with pride upon seeing her reaction.
“‘f course bug!” He exclaims excitedly, circling her back with his arms and squeezing her against his chest. He tickles her back and she giggles uncontrollably, her laugh muffled from his shirt, “daddy stooop! Please daddy!”
He joins in on her laugh and he stops tickling her, squeezing her hard against his chest one last time.
“Is miss YN still asleep?” Aidi asks.
“Dunno,” he says, “do yeh want t’check?”
When she nods her head, he sits up on her bed and takes her in his arms, propping her on his hip and picking up her stuffed bunny.
They make their way towards Harry’s bedroom, and when they open the door, YN is still sound asleep under the duvet.
“She’s sleepin’” he whispers, and smiles when Aidi clasps her hand on his mouth, shushing him.
“Do yeh want t’sleep a little mo’?”
“Like always?” She asks, looking at him with big eyes.
“Yeah”
Aidi nods her head and points toward the bed with the hand that’s holding the bunny, “in here”.
“Okay” he nods amused.
He lays her down on the bed next to YN, tucking her under the covers, and then he scooches in next to them, shutting the small light on his bedside table.
“Harry?” He’s almost half asleep when he hears her small voice, and he opens his eyes tiredly to look at her.
“Everything’s okay?” YN asks, her voice laced with a bit of worry, that he’s quick to reassure.
“Yes. She wanted to sleep a little bit more”
“Okay.” She nods happily.
“Go back to sleep, darlin’. Everything’s perfect” he reassures, stretching a hand to caress her face.
He smiles fondly when she turns her head to kiss the skin of his wrist and then he lulls her back to sleep like he did with his daughter, petting her hair soothingly.
YN falls asleep almost immediately, and Aidi, too, is sleeping peacefully between them.
Harry, despite the tiredness, stays awake a little longer to look at both of his girls trough the dark, sleeping next to him, his heart growing in his chest every second he spends looking at them, and he wonders what they’re dreaming about, these two girls that in different ways gave him a reason to love again.
In the morning, he’ll be the last one to wake up, alone in his bed, and he’ll hear the laughter coming from the kitchen along with the sweet scent of pancakes and bacon. He will let Aidi tell him all about how YN really gives the best cuddles and smells of candy, and he will kiss YN tenderly on the head. Aidi will ask YN when she can meet her bunnies while she bites down on her Nutella pancake, and YN will say whenever her and Cinnabunny are ready.
And Harry will finally feel at peace in his routine. No pieces missing.
omg bad habit 3 is finally here 😭 i missed writing for them so much, they're all so cuteeeee ugh lmk if you liked it and if i should write more blurbs about them!!! love you all so much
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pairing: Harry Styles x booktuber!reader
summary: A new series on ynrecommends channel on YT called Celebrity Book Club grabbed Harry's attention. Now, they are simply joined at the hip. As friends. Right?
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yourinstagram hello! i started a new series on my YouTube channel - celebrity book club! my first victim was the one and only - Harry Styles. he has an... interesting library to recommend. click the link in bio if you want to watch me gush over harry, new bookshop I found and the best coffee ive ever made!! byeee, xx
also, you harries are too good with photoshop. i was sure he was reading book lovers...
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yourbestfriend bestie gettin' famous!!!!
⤷ yourinstagram i knew it was a bad idea to listen to you...
⤷ yourbestfriend people need to know how great of a booktuber and reader you are
harryupdates that's a great video! i immediately subscribed to your channel!
⤷ yourinstagram thank you! I hope you'll find something for yourself there, xx
user22 came here from yt! fantastic video
user39 your editing skills are amazing!!
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harryupdates
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harryupdates yn from ynrecommends on yt did a video where she read all the books that Harry has ever recommended. she is hilarious, very sweet, and absolutely clever. watch it when you have some spare time, you won't be disappointed!!
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hArrysbtch ive been watching her videos for months!!! thank god she finally gets the spotlight she deserves
⤷ harrysmoustache does she (like most of the booktubers) sugar-coat everything or she's just blunt?
⤷ hArrysbtch oh she's super down to earth! she also does those instagram lives where she talks about the latest book(s) she's read. super funny and laid back
⤷ harrysmoustache oh, thank god! i was looking for someone like that! im diving into her channel right now!
yourinstagram thank you so much! thanks to you, you harries are flooding my socials!! (im not complaining) xx
⤷ harryupdates can't wait for another video!
harryshoee she's so beautiful, too! and loves cats!
harrysmylife "harry, if you ever watch it, let's pretend you guys, if you ever watch it, i recommend you diving into Toshikazu Kawaguchi" she has TASTE, let me tell you
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harrymylove I'VE MET HARRY YESTERDAY!!!! look at him and my doggy Bart. i still can't process it...
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hArrysbtch how was it???
⤷ harrymylove it was so lovely! he was kind enough to take a photo and talk with me for a while!
⤷ hArrysbtch what did you talk about? pls spill the tea
⤷ harrymylove im an English major so i asked him about some book recommendations. he answered with "i didn't have much time to read anything new recently. but was recommended and just bought Toshikazu Kawaguchi's books, so maybe this author"
hArrysbtch Kawaguchi???? after yn recommend that to him in a video???? he watched her video??? yourinstagram
harrysmoustache I've just started reading 'before the coffee gets cold' and looooove it!!
harryupdates do we think he actually watched yn's video?
⤷ hArrysbtch i hope so!
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harryupdates HARRY'S official YT channel left a comment on ynrecommends latest video!!
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hArrysbtch that bish said 'let me break the internet and use me fuckin phone'
hArrysbtch unbelievable...
harrymylove he watched the video that's why he recommended me Kawaguchi... im melting
harrysmoustache i hope that he loves it as much as i did!!!
harrysmylife 'love, h xx' let me go cry in the corner
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yourinstagram hopefully, this date will be successful
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yourbestfriend was it?
⤷ yourinstagram after a couple glasses of wine, we moved to the bedroom
⤷ yourbestfriend STOP
⤷ yourinstagram never praise a ford till you get over...
harrystyles Assuming it wasn't successful, do you have any dates free?
⤷ yourinstagram i'll need to check my calendar, although i only attend when coffee (or wine) and good books are provided
⤷ harrystyles Done.
⤷ yourinstagram i'll think about it 🫣
harryupdates oh those are so tricky!!!
hArrysbtch stop, i also had an awful blind date with a book...
⤷ yourinstagram that's the worst! i just need to read the synopsis and thena few pages to decide if I want to buy it
harrysmoustache why is nobody talking about harry being in the comment section??? ASKING HER OUT??? who is this man??? what's happening
⤷ user93 well, it's clearly not him typing or even controlling it! the managmet took it over long ago!
⤷ harrysmoustache and they say im delulu...
harrysmylife SHUT UP !!! avtivrry is my favourite harry, like??? what do you mean he can type the comment? the flirty one? the one asking a girl out? like???
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harrystyles 11.08.2023 📚
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yourinstagram you did not buy them just for yourself
⤷ harrystyles Wouldn't you like to know 😎
harryupdates Well-read king that we stan
hArrysbtch I'm connecting the dots here
harrysmylife welcome back 2013 Harry, how have you been?
harrysfan83 since that girls yt video, he became obsessed with books...
⤷ harrymylove it's called getting a crush on somebody
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hArrysbtch sooo, this is a still from yn's latest video... that stack of books looks awfully familiar to the one that Harry posted a week or so ago... coincidence? i don't think so. plus!!!! she did say she didn't spend a penny on those books
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harrysmoustache if they are together, i feel like the fandom would love her
⤷ hArrysbtch i would hope so!
harrysmylife relationship, friendship or whatever -ship it is, im here for itttt
user94 y'all are really reaching now...
harryupdates it's the way she was glowing in that video for me! she looked so happy
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yourinstagram when they read your recommendations>>>
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hArrysbtch now let him play patroclus in a movie, i dare you Hollywood
⤷ harrysmoustache who would you choose as Achilles??
⤷ hArrysbtch you know what? let him be Achilles and Timothee would be Patroclus
⤷ harrysmylife this adaptation with this casting would cure me, for real
harrysmoustache he's in his lover era
harrystyles I love reading your copies of books with all the 'cute' and 'slay' and 'I LOVE THEM'.
⤷ yourinstagram it's called active reading
⤷ harrystyles No, its not.
⤷ yourinstagram party pooper
yourbestfriend thanks for inviting me!!!
⤷ harrystyles Do yo want to join us?
⤷ yourbestfriend I knew I liked you for a good reason
harrysfan45 so she is the girl from those pap photos
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harryupdates HARRY taking photos of YN in Italy!!
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hArrysbtch melting
harrysmoustache what in the world...
stylesbabie i know exactly what that photo is focusing on
⤷ user42 what?
⤷ stylesbabie (•) (•)
⤷ harrysmoustache in the wise words of Steve Harrington: BOOBIES
harrysmylife so they are dating
⤷ user93 no one confirmed it
⤷ harryupdates good luck with waiting for Harry, confirming that he is/isn't in a relationship
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yourinstagram the promised vlog is up on my channel! grab some good drink and a snack for a quick talk about being single, vulnerability, loving your friends more than anything and - of course - some good books I've read in Italy!!!
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harrystyles I see the similarities between pictures 3 and 4
⤷ yourinstagram well, one is a cute little creature and the other is a sweet creature
⤷ harrystyles Good one.
hArrysbtch best vlog I've ever watched!!! Good job!
harrysmoustache being single??? what do you mean? i was rooting for you...
⤷ stylesbabie ...we were all rooting for you
harryupdates great recommendations as always!!! my tbr is growing with each of your video
celebrityupdates Single? Our sources are saying quite otherwise!
⤷ user56 spill the tea!!!!
⤷ celebrityupdates Link in bio to all the things you need to know about this romance!
⤷ harrysmylife it's like a man and a woman cannot be friends
⤷ hArrysbtch here we go again...
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a/n: do we want to see more of them?
behind the doors
pairing: tanktoprry x yn
summary: we all know harry has been closed off for sometime, but what happens one night when his performance falls flat and the doors open to something new?
a/n: i wrote this months ago and haven’t read it since. i forgot what’s in here. have fun reading it xoxo missed you guys.
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She couldn't tell if Harry was going through a heated-sex crazed phase, or if his other side pieces had dropped him. For the last week and half, she would wake up to the beckon of Harry inviting her to his home. Though she didn't ask questions and still went; her body was falling tired from all the passionate sex they'd been having.
The sex was rough, at first, but that was normal. It was always rough, raw, dirty sex. But as the days went, the sex got softer and softer until Harry was found torso to torso with her, arms wrapped around her neck to bring her impossibly closer with his lips that couldn't seem to tear away from hers.
It was a phase, she thought.
Harry had been getting awfully clingy, like after sex he would actually ask her to stay in bed and cuddle, but the way he would ask would be grim and gruff. He had a reputation of being cold, that he never changed, even after the softer sex they had been having.
"I'm heading out," She would tell him, to which his body would stiffen and his hand would place firmly onto her thigh to stop her from leaving the bed, "What?"
"Well, just--" Harry mumbled huskily, not making eye contact with her as his body sank into the bed, training his sight on the wall ahead, "You can stay, or whatever. I don't mind it, you're like--a spoiled brat, so..."
His argument was always that she spoiled and he knew that she wanted cuddles afterwards, but she hadn't asked him for that since they first started seeing each other. She knew not to ask because he always got so cold about it. So instead, she always just left after they were finished having sex.
That's how it's always been.
But recently, not so much. There had been some days that she would be out with her friends and Harry would call her to come over and spend time with him, or just have sex in general. Whenever she would decline because she was busy, Harry was quick to persuade her in ways that he knew what would get her over there.
It worked every time.
But this time, it was different.
There they laid in bed with one another, tangled up, breaths hot against one another as he snapped his hips to further his aching cock inside of her. Harry felt like his body was on fire, her mouth was spewing moans against the shell of his ear, her fingers dragging red marks down his back from how good he made her feel.
Typically Harry only lasted ten to fifteen minutes in bed, that was average for anyone, but today? He was lasting a lot longer than usual. It took him sometime for his dick to work and that was embarrassing enough. She had never seen him like that before. She questioned if he had some type of ED, but then again, Harry was a closed off person and didn't want to pry.
"Fuck, you feel so good," She broke the silence, pardon; the awkward silence between the both of them. Harry always commented on her, whether it be the way her pussy feels or the way she begs for him in bed, but he was so silent this time, "You like my pussy? Like how it feels?"
She felt his body tense up, a low growl rutting through his throat as he let out a sigh, with a slight nod, "Yeah, feels really good." He was short with her, causing red alarms to sound in her head as she watched him work himself inside of her.
Maybe it was because of all the sex he had been having lately that he wasn't able to perform the way he wanted, or maybe there was something on his mind. Either way, she was confused and ultimately it pulled her out of her mood.
His chestnut curls fell onto the sweaty skin of his forehead, as he continued to thrust inside of her, and he felt himself on the edge, but it wasn't the edge that he was wanting. He was annoyed with himself, but refused to show it, so instead he grabbed her face and slammed their lips together to make out feverishly in hopes that it kept him afloat.
Even with her dripping pussy, the way it made him feel, the way it gripped onto his cock; he lost it. He was sent over the edge, and she felt it from the inside, and suddenly the both of them got quiet, the only sounds in the room was the both of them panting out and catching their breaths.
Honestly, this was the first time this had ever happened to her, and to be frank, was not a good thing for her ego. She tried not to let it hurt her feelings, but the way Harry looked so frustrated was confirmation that it was him; not her.
"It happens all the time," She said quietly as he slid out of her, not saying a word as he fell back onto the bed beside her, "Seriously, with age and all--"
"Can you just not comment on it?" Harry snapped softly as he annoyingly grabbed his clothes from the side floor and sat himself up to get dressed. She blinked.
"Maybe I can go down on you, help you get off. I don't mind if I don't this one time," She didn't want to poke at him, but this was embarrassing enough and she didn't want him to feel bad about it, "I can use my tongue, do that thing you really like--"
"Can you just stop?" Harry was turned to the wall, pulling his sweats on as he barely glanced back at her, "Why don't you just get dressed and leave, alright? I gotta be up early in the morning for work."
She glanced at the clock, it was only eight and Harry never went to bed till eleven. It was the last straw, she couldn't take it. She had been sleeping with Harry for almost a year now and even though they weren't together, she still cared about him. It was only natural, and it was obvious that something was very much wrong with him.
"What is your problem lately?" She finally snapped, grabbing her shirt as she tossed it on carelessly and stood to her feet to dress her bottom half, a rough sigh leaving her. "You have been acting really weird lately, I haven't asked questions, but I think I deserve to know why you have been acting this way?"
"I haven't been acting weird, you're acting weird," His brow perked, a hint of annoyance behind his eyes as he stood close to the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"Really? At most I used to see you twice a month, maybe three times if we are feeling froggy, but you have texted me every day for the last week and a half asking me to come over. Did something happen with the, uh...other girls, or?"
A scoff came from Harry, "Since when has that ever been your business? Ever thought that you were the only one that texted back fast enough? I mean, Christ, Y/N, what's up with the probing questions?" His arms flew up in defense as he left the room, but she was quick to follow after him. She was not buying his piss ass excuse.
"I'm not trying to fight with you, I'm just worried, Harry. That's all! Am I not allowed to feel worried about you?" She said gently, but it had a sharp edge to it. Harry grimaced, body tensing as he busied himself with his phone.
"That's your fault for caring," He said, not looking up from his phone, "You knew what this was, maybe you shouldn't have let your feelings get in the way of what this is."
"You know, you can be such a fucking dick sometimes!" She snapped, her voice raising just enough to make Harry look at her, "I know what this is, but hell, Harry, it's almost been a year since we started sleeping with each other. It's normal to form some sort of attachment, or emotion to the people in your life. I do care about you, whether you like it or not; which I know you hate it, but believe it or not there are going to be people in your life that actually like you! And care about you!"
"Oh, what are you going on about, Y/N? You act like I'm some guy made outta fuckin' stone, when I'm not. I couldn't give a fuck about it, but if you're gonna get all weird and emotional on me, then I don't wanna hear about it!" Harry defended while waving his hands around, throwing his phone onto the couch then gestured towards the door, "Can you just leave already?"
"There's obviously something wrong if--!" She stopped herself, gulping harshly when she realized that she was about to point, uh, that out and Harry cut her a evil look.
"Go ahead, say it."
"No."
"If my dick isn't working, yeah?" Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes as he fixed his sweatpants that rode low on his hips, "Thanks for pointing that out by the way, thought I could've gotten away without you noticing." He was being sarcastic, and he laid it on thick.
"That's not what I meant, Harry, you know that. I only point it out because that's never happened between us..." She sighs, walking closer to him as she takes his hands and places a soft kiss to his rings, "I know you don't like talking about your feelings, but I am here if you want to talk."
His features only softened just slightly, she could feel the tension in his hands relax softly and she thought she was getting somewhere. Cracking open the eggshell after the year they had spent with one another. That was until...
"Thanks, but no thanks," His hands burned at her touch, he pulled them from her grasp as he took a step back, "Now, leave."
She stared at him in disbelief, her jaw almost dropping from how cold he was being compared to the last week of him being sweet. It was enough to make her lid blow off the top, her hands shaking from anger, but she tried to contain them with balled fists even if the shivering bottom lip was a dead giveaway from her emotions.
"You know what?" She took a gradual step back, grabbing her jacket from the couch before patting towards the door, but sparing him a knowing glare, "I'm not doing this with you. You obviously have fucking problems and I'm not a punching bag you can take them out on. Just lose my number because I'm done."
Her voice shook, and she felt a pang of pain in her chest as she spoke. Harry's eyes slightly widened, then softened as his lips parted to say something, but she swung the front door open and stomped her way out of the mess he made.
Harry just stood there, staring at the door with sweaty palms as he tried to process everything that was said. Taking his phone, he shakily opened his contacts and scrolled through the empty list. All the nicknames he had for everyone was gone, he had deleted them all. They weren't what he wanted anymore. It was weird to him, because he had never came to terms with his feelings when they suddenly popped up almost a month ago, and maybe he knew what they were; but he was ignoring them.
But there was only so much he could ignore.
He stared down at her contact, one that used to be named as The Pretty One, had been changed to her name. His fingers tightened on the phone, a harsh sigh leaving his lips as he threw the phone onto the couch and did the only thing he could think to do.
He ran after her.
She was just getting into her car, almost on the verge of tears. Not because Harry hurt her feelings, but because she did care about him. Maybe a little too much, more than she would ever admit to herself. She had been so lenient with him, let him do whatever makes him happy and she did the same.
But damned her heart if she let herself feel some sort of emotions towards him. Harry didn't deserve her, she knew that. He was cold like a winter day, like frost formed on your button nose, or the cool wind that keeps your body still and ridded with goosebumps.
She was like the summer rain, like--like a warm bon-fire on a spring night with your friends, and a long sip of the hottest cocoa. She was warm. Her heart couldn't take much more of this, despite the fun they've had, it wasn't worth it to have so much worry over a man that didn't even care about her.
Just as she started the car, Harry appeared by the window beside her, making her body jolt from fright.
"Fuck!" She hissed out, pinching her eyes to see who was knocking on her window.
"Y/N! Come inside, let's talk!" Harry tapped on the window repeatedly, a scared look on his face that he tried so desperately to hide, "Don't go, okay? Let's talk!"
"No, Harry!" She yelled back with a shake of her head as her foot hit the brakes and put the car into drive, "I'm leaving! Just let me go!"
As she started to, very slowly, pull off; Harry got scared. He knew that this would be the end of them both if he didn't stop her from leaving. The only logical thing to do was to, well--
He rushed to the front of her car, hands out in defensive as he backed up as the car continued to roll forward. His eyes wide, he stood his ground as he placed two firm palms onto the hood of her car.
"Harry! What the fuck, get out of my way! You're acting crazy!" She yelled out, he was only fueling the fire that was her anger.
"No, I'm not," He tried to sound calm, and as he stared at her through the bright beams of her headlights, he slowly started to climb onto the hood of her car to make sure she wasn't to leave, "Talk to me, or stay here. I'm not leaving this spot."
That was it.
She hit the steering wheel with her hand harshly, surprisingly not inflating the airbag as she did so, before putting the car in park and flinging the door open as she got out and stomped towards the front of the car.
"What the fuck is your problem!?" She yelled out, veins prodding her skin on her throat with clenched fists.
"What's your problem, Y/N?!" Harry turned towards her as she approached him, keeping his feet tucked onto the car, "You--you..."
"My problem is that you don't care, Harry! You have never in your life been shown one ounce of care and now that you have someone that actually cares, you reject it at all costs! That's my fucking problem!" She didn't care if the neighbors could hear them fighting with one another, even if it was slightly late, her feelings mattered and she was ready to spill them.
Harry stared at her with a soft glare, a knowing-you're-so-right glare. His shoulders slumped down as he tucked his knees to his chest and didn't try to argue with the fact. His chin rested onto his forearms that splayed across the tops of his knees as he avoided eye contact with her.
"Are you not going to say anyt--"
"You're right." He shrugged, nudging his nose against his skin as he tried to bury his embarrassment into the nooks and crannies of his body, "I mean, you're right. Why would I argue with that? You got me, Y/N. That's my fucking problem with you."
She was stunned, staring at him in disbelief, once more.
"My problem is that I can fuck whoever I want and they don't try to peel apart my layers, they just wanna fuck and that's it, but that was never the case with you," He spared her a glance, flinching at the look she gave him, "You poked and prodded and even if I ignored your probing questions, you still knew. You saw right through me and I hated it because I've never--"
There was a sudden lump in his throat, his eyes pinching as he swallowed it down thickly with a shake of his head. "You just get me. You're just different and I hate it, but I also don't hate it. I like it, maybe too much, and I like having you around because you're real. You're not like the others and that's what fucking kills me because I've never..."
She was now standing in front of him, taking his hands into hers as she sniffled softly, "You don't have to say it." She told him softly, knowing that talking about his problems, or his feelings, was hard for him. The fact that he chose to open up to her though, was what made her so emotional because the snow was finally melting and under all that ice was a vulnerable man.
Harry inhaled sharply, batting his lashes that filled to the brim with emotion while his legs let loose to hang down off the car. She took a small step to stand between his legs, but he pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
The first time they had ever hugged.
It felt weird, but warm, and different. It was all so confusing after the year they had together, but it made so much sense and she couldn't think of any other place she wanted to be.
"I've never felt this way about anyone before," He admitted quietly to her, as if he was to say it too loud and someone might shoot him where he sat, "And I'm just now coming to terms with it."
"Are you saying you like me?" She whispered back to him, training her eyes on him softly with a smile.
"Um..." Harry retracted, shrugging one shoulder as he avoided her gaze once more, "It's just that, um, I just--"
She cut off his sentence with a soft kiss and he melted into it like butter on a pan, like sun shining on the last snow day, and everything made sense and he felt like he could stay here with her forever.
"Because," She whispered against his lips, between the both of them, "I like you too."
Harry bit back a small smile, one that was rare to ever see with him, but she saw it and she wanted to frame it and put it onto her wall. His bunny teeth were beautiful, whenever she had the pleasure to see them paired with the deep dimples on his cheeks.
"Yeah, I like you," He said back softly, brushing her hair out of her face softly, "And I want you to be mine."
She hummed softly, "Okay."
She couldn't think of anyone else she would rather be with, and at last, they could finally be together.
writing a little sequel to Out of a dream and should be out next week!! thank you for all the love my cherries!! 🤍
words of love by harry styles
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