Harry Getting Ready To Go On At Capital Summertime Ball - 12.06.2022

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Soft Incantations ☄

A list of single-word incantations, spells that can be cast merely by saying/thinking them with intent, or over a white candle. 

☄ Cuisolas  From irish, Cuisle and Solas, pulse and light For a source of light give you strength

☄ Astripta  From latin, Astra and Scripta, star-written Written in the stars, to tie something to fate.

☄ Solicolmére  From latin, salis, salt, and french, mer et colére, sea and anger From salt to sea salt, anger disapates like sea foam

☄ Sucétoiles  From french, Sucre et étoiles, sugar and stars To enchant light with the power to soften  sweeten.

☄ Rosetaltion From english, rose, nostalgia and elation, feelings for the past and happiness. To give memories rose colored glasses.

<3

I literally love how I look no jokes aside I look so angelic, feminine, dreamy, ethereal, swanlike & dolly.

every little part of my appearance is just like how I imagine it to be. it’s like I’ve born with my desired face/body

my body feels healthy, my hair looks in its healthiest form, my skin looks youthful & hydrated

all of my features, all of them.. are perfectly harmonizing, not mentioning my petite small facial bones/structures

my whole existence & being have otherworldly beauty, ethereal divine feminine beauty

I am literally a real life doll & no one can tell me otherwise

Harry knows you’re lonely in the middle of the night so he makes jokes to cheer you up even though he is really tired

heh

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There were hardly any times in the nights that came that she was lonely, or hardly ever stayed up past her usual bedtime. But there were nights were she felt sad--surely everyone had felt that way before, and it was most certainly hard for her to fall asleep when she felt this way.

It was well past midnight and she was stuck laying in the bed, the light from her cellphone burning her eyes as it was the only light in the room. Scrolling through pointless media, she got tired of it and clicked her phone off. She let out a huff, letting the darkness engulf her into an inviting hug.

She didn't like being alone. Not tonight anyways. She just wanted someone to talk too, or someone to hang out with. It was just one of those nights, really.

She didn't really think that anybody would be up, so she didn't bother to text her friends. Speaking a bit too soon, her phone had lit up the moment she thought about it. She told herself it was just a notification from twitter, or maybe a spam mail, but when she picked her phone up she had saw a text from Harry.

"Why are you up?" The text read.

She let out a soft chuckle. Why would he be up, and how did he know she was awake?

"How did you know?" She texted back.

"You retweeted something. The notification popped up."

"You have my notifications on?" She texted her. Her heart jumped at the sudden thought. It was a small gesture, but she couldn't help but feel giddy over it.

"You don't have mine on?"

She smirked to herself.

"No."

Three little dots ran across the small text, she was anxiously waiting for a text back until those three dots disappeared. She swallowed thickly, furrowing her brows. Did she say something wrong? Before she could overthink it too much, Harry's photo took over her phone as it vibrated from the call.

She sat up quickly, staring down at the call before sliding her finger over to answer it.

"Hell--"

"You don't have my notifications on? I'm a bit offended," Harry's thick, raspy voice came through the phone. She immediately let out a chuckle as she sunk back down into the bed.

"You post too much," She defended. Harry let out a breathy laugh, a soft yawn coming after it. It made her heart hammer in her chest, just at the sound of his voice.

"Only on my personal account," He mumbled, "What are you doing up so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," She retorted as she brought her knees to her stomach, slowly laying onto her side as she stared into the darkness that surrounded her.

"Because," He started, a little pause in between, "I was meditating,"

"Is that what they call it now a days?" She teased.

"Careful," He warned through a thick voice, a chuckle following after. They both giggled at each other, but silence slowly fell between them. She could hear Harry's breathing through the phone, and she was sure he could hear hers just as much.

He helped. It made her feel less alone, even if he wasn't here, he still was. It took her mind off of being alone in this room that she spends every night in. It was like a warm hug hearing his voice, even if it was over the phone.

"Are you okay?" His voice came through, almost jolting her from the relaxing silence that had lingered through the air.

She bit her cheek, fingers picking at the sheets as she closed her eyes slowly. To tell the truth, or to not? That was the question.

"I just can't sleep, that's all," She spoke low, as if someone was going to hear her in her one bedroom apartment. There was a rustling on the other end of the phone, Harry muttering something incoherent before placing the phone back to his ear.

"You there?"

"Sorry, my cat was being an asshat," Harry sighed softly, "Can't sleep though, hm? Scared the boogey man is gonna come into your room and devour your soul?"

"You are such a fuckin' dork," She chuckled, rubbing her eye slowly, "You need to stop watching so many sci-fi movies,"

"Can't, they are so fuckin' good," Harry sighed as if he was in love with the genre. Y/N laughed softly, rolling onto her back restlessly. She sighed out, placing a hand over her eyes as she tuned into his soft breathing on the other end of the phone.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Technically, I am," Harry interjected. His voice was getting thicker with each word, confirming to her that he was getting more and more tired.

"You should go to sleep, I'm sure you're getting tired," She said softly.

"Are you going to be okay?" His voice rang heavy. She opened her eyes, removing her hand from her face as she stared up at the dark ceiling. She didn't really know how to answer that question. Answering it honestly was only going to make it an uncomfortable conversation.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," She whispered softly. Her chest was sinking into an uncomfortable state, knowing that she was going to be alone once more after this phone call.

"You don't have to lie to me," Harry said back, "You can tell me anything."

"Late night talks are not my kind of thing, and will probably regret everything in the morning," She almost sang through the phone, "I would just rather leave it at that."

"Fine," Harry sighed, "Guess I'll have to come see you tomorrow. Dinner, me and you? Yes?"

Her chest flattened as she rolled over onto her stomach, a huff leaving her lips as she nearly buried her head into the pillow. She didn't want people to think she was some sad sack of shit that needed other people to make her happy. It kind of felt that way right now.

"Okay..." She mumbled softly, "But, you're paying."

"Don't I always?" Harry teased. She could hear the smile on his lips and it was enough for her.

"You're a good friend," She whispered softly.

"Yeah," He breathed out, a silence following through before he started up again, "You are too,"

"Goodnight, Harry."

"Oh? Uh...Goodnight, Y/N. I'll--I'll see you tomorrow."

She hung up the phone, clicking it off before placing it onto the pillow beside her. He was a good friend, she just wishes that he knew how she truly felt about him.

can you do a small blurb or imagine where the reader is all bubbly and talkative and Harry finds her annoying. reader always wanted to befriend Harry but Harry one day snaps at her and she stops her usual jokes and playful behavior around him. Harry starts missing her and it's all fluff. pweaseee

i want to be friends with h :’)

:

“...and I just thought this will look the best on me because I read this thing where you should try on gold or silver jewellery in order to tell if cold or warm tones look better,” she takes a sip of her champagne. “Honestly, I can’t really see this on myself, so I just thought you could do nothing wrong with beige, right?” She chuckles and watches her nephew, freshly turned four, run around the backyard with a horde of other little humans, screeching and giggling.

It’s the first time she saw him again after a long time. Leo, the birthday boy, told her during all the birthday preparations that he wanted Harry to be there. She knows because he explicitly said he “wants uncle H to do that funny hand game they always play” and she can’t lie and say it didn’t hurt her heart a bit. Harry and her got along great, she’d say, her older brother Ezra introduced them two at a get together in his apartment as he graduated college. YN liked having him in their friend group. With his charm and humour he managed to have her wanted to befriend him immediately.

That was until he stopped seeing his friends and only spent time with his new girlfriend. Ezra told her they met at some gala and it immediately sparked between them. His words, not hers. And YN would lie if she’d say she wasn’t one tiny bit jealous, because of course she was. He’s a good friend but to expierence him dropping his friends just like that when he meets someone is worse than just letting it die down.

So here she is, bubbly with excitement as she finally catches up with him, but worry in her as Ezra told her in passing that they recently broke it off. Harry was single. And thats stings. They break up and he suddenly has time for them again? Suddenly, he isn’t too good for them anymore?

“YN, I need to interrupt right here. Hold your thought. I need a wee, alright?” His voice breaks her story from the time she made a leash for her dog herself.

Her brows shoot up, slowly nodding. “Uh...yes. Yes, of course.”

Harry sends a pressed smile before he hurries through the crowd to the bathroom. Locking the door, he leans his hands on the sink, watching himself in the mirror.

It’s hell.

He thought it would be a nice distraction to see all his friends and Leo again. Keep his minds off the obvious things. But they bombarded him with happiness and questions and stories and Harry feels like he is going to explode.

Of course he knows what a shitty friend he was. For fucks sake, he just cut them off as he fell stupidly in love. Yes, it’s fucking wrong of him to appear out of nowhere and get in contact again, after not even explaining what happened. Yes, they are the fucking best for forgiving him and acting normal. But yes, it’s too much to have them all babbling in his ear like nothing happened, too. Having YN talk his ear off. He likes her. Harry finds her cute as fuck. With her pretty little smile that seems to always adorn her face and the sparkly eyes that look at you as if you’d hung the moon. But she even talks not little.

A series of knocks snap him out of his thoughts. “Harry? I know you needed a wee, but Leo is asking for you,” she chuckles, “I’d say you shouldn’t keep the birthday boy waiting.”

A scowl sets itself deep in his features as he freshens up with splashing water in his face and a heavy sigh.

“Remember Leo’s last birthday? He had so much fun with the frosting of the cake you brought.” A silence followed. “You know... he really missed you. I mean— we all did, but I think he kinda suffered—”

The door swings open, sudden and fast, and Harry stands under the frame of the door. His brows are set deep and his nostrils fluttering almost dangerous. “Let’s not talk about it.” Harry tries to contain himself and keep calm.

Confusion washes over her face before she snaps out of it, shaking her head at herself. “Sorry, I was just saying that it was a hard time for us as—”

“I said to let it go, didn’t I?” His body squeezes around hers, stepping out of the bathroom and walking to the kitchen with a quick step.

YN struggles to follow, but does nonetheless. “Sorry. Again.” She watches as he pours himself another drink, downing it in one swing as he glances at her over the rim of the cup as she smiles at him.

By now he just wants to get out of there as soon as possible.

“I read something recently. It was funny because it said—”

“My god, YN!” He loosens it. “Do you ever stop talking? Don’t you have something better to do or be? Make sure the kids are save?”

“I-I don’t know... What do you—”

He rolls his eyes. “Just go to someone else and bore them with the things you read. Pleae spare me.”

By any means, she is not a crybaby, but hearing the person you admire, even look up to, tell you you are just an annoyance with everything you do is bad. Her heart practically breaks open as his restless eyes stare her down. She feels small. Tiny even. And therefore she can’t help the tears that gather along the lower lashes. She tries to blink them away and quickly swallows the clump in her throat that starts to hurt. She rasps an “okay” at him and disappears out of there. Away from the kitchen. Away from him.

Leaving Harry alone.

He curses himself. A hand comes up to tug at his hair in frustration. Now he’s the arsehole. Great.

But someone notices it. Whatever it is. Perhaps it’s how YN sat in the corner of the room while everyone snuggled together on the huge couch to watch Leo’s favourite movie. Perhaps how Harry glanced her direction every few seconds. Or perhaps how she didn’t talk to anyone anymore that evening. But perhaps how everyone felt the tension like thick cheese one pizza. At least that’s what Harry thought as he scooped the big piece of pizza into him. He sadly made it a habit to eat in frustration.

So now she has a pouty, little four year old sitting in her lap. “But I jus’ don’t understand!” His tiny hands grasp her cheeks. “Did I do something?”

“No, love, you didn’t do anything. I just feel like this sometimes.” Her hands run through his silky hair. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“It’s Uncle H, isn’t it?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest. “I’m sure, because he didn’t play that hand game with me and you didn’t tell me one of your granny jokes!”

“Hey! They are not ‘granny jokes’!” YN playfully pinches his cheeks.

“So it is Uncle H? What did he do? Did he pull your hair? Because mummy always says I should apologize if I did.”

A sudden burst of love runs through her for this sweet boy. But it drops as she sees Harry entering the room behind the boy and watches their interaction. “No, he didn’t pull my hair. Everything’s fine.”

“Did he steal your pencil?! Oh no!” He gasps.

Harry steps beside them, ruffling his hand through his hair, making it a mess. “I did steal her pencil. You think I should apologize, mate?”

Leo squirms in her lap and holds his arms up at Harry. So he lens downs and easily sets him on the side of his hip. “Of course! If not, I have to get mummy to scold you!”

Harry breathes a chuckle, eyes staying on YN as she avoids meeting his eyes. “Uhmm...”

He notices the hesitation. “Dearest YN,” Leo cups his hands around his mouth and whispers in his ear.

Her head shoots up to them. Harry still stares down at her as the corner of his lips kink up. “Dearest YN.”

“I’m sorry for stealing your pencil.” He repeats Leo’s words, eyes crinkling with the smile he wears. “I’m well aware that you probably like the pencil with how sad you looked today.” He pauses as the boy whispers another sentence. “I now know I shouldn’t do it again and I promise t leave you be if you want me to.” But his smile falters when he sees YN’s eyes dropping to the floor again and then back up. This time with a forgiving smile. “But I hope we can still be friends.”

With a friendly smile she stands up and brushes a strand of hair out of her nephew’s eyes. “Leo, baby, would you leave us alone for a sec?”

He frantically nods and scrambles down Harry’s arms, who tries to not let him fall down.

It’s silent when they’re alone. Unspoken things between them creating an uncomfortable silence that isn’t welcomed. So they begin to speak.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“I’m glad you came to me—”

His hands that just were gesturing between them dropped dead to his sides and YN’s teeth catch her bottom lip, staring at his shoes.

A breathy chuckle escapes his lips. “Can I start?” His eyes search hers, trying to find her acceptance and understanding, and in fact receiving a spark of a smile. “Listen, okay? I’m so- so sorry. I don’t even know what happened there. I...,” he trails of, one hand scratching under his chin where a stubble starts to form. “I was stressed these last few days— weeks— and, fuck, I still am, but I want you to know that I didn’t mean that. I love when you talk about random stuff that you read somewhere, because it’s interesting, it’s funny. It’s just your thing, right? And I love that we can talk about absolutely everything. That person in the bathroom, ...that wasn’t me. That was the grumpy, arrogant side of me that left his best friends because of some person, then got his heart broken and couldn’t even swallow his own fucking pride to apologize to them and waited too long and just acted like nothing happened. YN, obviously you don’t have to forgive me, because I understand I’m an arsehole—”

“Okay, it’s enough.”

Harry freezes, brows drawing a deep line. “W-what?”

YN takes a step towards him and envelopes his huge hands in her small ones. He notices they’re warm and soft as her thumb brushes along his knuckles, calming him down. “It’s enough, H. I get it, okay? I’m not stupid. I know what it’s like and I know you. It’s sweet of you to apologize but you had me since Leo helped you,” a grin breaks out on her face. “I can imagine how tough that time was and still is for you, but I’m your friend and friends are there for you no matter what, no? I wouldn’t say it didn’t hurt a tiny bit, because I know I talk a lot. I’m not mad with you. I just want my friend back.”

She whispers the last part and Harry can’t help the layer of tears that gloss over his eyes and the curl in his lips that creates a deep dimple in his cheek— upwards because of happiness and downwards because of all the emotions— so it’s a weird laugh that escapes his throat at the same time a sob rolls through his body. He sets his stare on the floor and tries to will the tears away with a shake of his head, curls flopping, but YN slings her arms tight around his torso and her face squishes against his collarbone, leaving a quick kiss at his throat. Like a warm blanket he gets swallowed whole. “It’s okay to feel weak sometimes. ’M here for you, H.”

And with that in mind, he wraps his long arms around her shoulders, squeezing her some more, and lets himself cry it all out.

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can you do a small blurb or imagine where the reader is all bubbly and talkative and Harry finds her annoying. reader always wanted to befriend Harry but Harry one day snaps at her and she stops her usual jokes and playful behavior around him. Harry starts missing her and it's all fluff. pweaseee

i want to be friends with h :’)

:

“...and I just thought this will look the best on me because I read this thing where you should try on gold or silver jewellery in order to tell if cold or warm tones look better,” she takes a sip of her champagne. “Honestly, I can’t really see this on myself, so I just thought you could do nothing wrong with beige, right?” She chuckles and watches her nephew, freshly turned four, run around the backyard with a horde of other little humans, screeching and giggling.

It’s the first time she saw him again after a long time. Leo, the birthday boy, told her during all the birthday preparations that he wanted Harry to be there. She knows because he explicitly said he “wants uncle H to do that funny hand game they always play” and she can’t lie and say it didn’t hurt her heart a bit. Harry and her got along great, she’d say, her older brother Ezra introduced them two at a get together in his apartment as he graduated college. YN liked having him in their friend group. With his charm and humour he managed to have her wanted to befriend him immediately.

That was until he stopped seeing his friends and only spent time with his new girlfriend. Ezra told her they met at some gala and it immediately sparked between them. His words, not hers. And YN would lie if she’d say she wasn’t one tiny bit jealous, because of course she was. He’s a good friend but to expierence him dropping his friends just like that when he meets someone is worse than just letting it die down.

So here she is, bubbly with excitement as she finally catches up with him, but worry in her as Ezra told her in passing that they recently broke it off. Harry was single. And thats stings. They break up and he suddenly has time for them again? Suddenly, he isn’t too good for them anymore?

“YN, I need to interrupt right here. Hold your thought. I need a wee, alright?” His voice breaks her story from the time she made a leash for her dog herself.

Her brows shoot up, slowly nodding. “Uh...yes. Yes, of course.”

Harry sends a pressed smile before he hurries through the crowd to the bathroom. Locking the door, he leans his hands on the sink, watching himself in the mirror.

It’s hell.

He thought it would be a nice distraction to see all his friends and Leo again. Keep his minds off the obvious things. But they bombarded him with happiness and questions and stories and Harry feels like he is going to explode.

Of course he knows what a shitty friend he was. For fucks sake, he just cut them off as he fell stupidly in love. Yes, it’s fucking wrong of him to appear out of nowhere and get in contact again, after not even explaining what happened. Yes, they are the fucking best for forgiving him and acting normal. But yes, it’s too much to have them all babbling in his ear like nothing happened, too. Having YN talk his ear off. He likes her. Harry finds her cute as fuck. With her pretty little smile that seems to always adorn her face and the sparkly eyes that look at you as if you’d hung the moon. But she even talks not little.

A series of knocks snap him out of his thoughts. “Harry? I know you needed a wee, but Leo is asking for you,” she chuckles, “I’d say you shouldn’t keep the birthday boy waiting.”

A scowl sets itself deep in his features as he freshens up with splashing water in his face and a heavy sigh.

“Remember Leo’s last birthday? He had so much fun with the frosting of the cake you brought.” A silence followed. “You know... he really missed you. I mean— we all did, but I think he kinda suffered—”

The door swings open, sudden and fast, and Harry stands under the frame of the door. His brows are set deep and his nostrils fluttering almost dangerous. “Let’s not talk about it.” Harry tries to contain himself and keep calm.

Confusion washes over her face before she snaps out of it, shaking her head at herself. “Sorry, I was just saying that it was a hard time for us as—”

“I said to let it go, didn’t I?” His body squeezes around hers, stepping out of the bathroom and walking to the kitchen with a quick step.

YN struggles to follow, but does nonetheless. “Sorry. Again.” She watches as he pours himself another drink, downing it in one swing as he glances at her over the rim of the cup as she smiles at him.

By now he just wants to get out of there as soon as possible.

“I read something recently. It was funny because it said—”

“My god, YN!” He loosens it. “Do you ever stop talking? Don’t you have something better to do or be? Make sure the kids are save?”

“I-I don’t know... What do you—”

He rolls his eyes. “Just go to someone else and bore them with the things you read. Pleae spare me.”

By any means, she is not a crybaby, but hearing the person you admire, even look up to, tell you you are just an annoyance with everything you do is bad. Her heart practically breaks open as his restless eyes stare her down. She feels small. Tiny even. And therefore she can’t help the tears that gather along the lower lashes. She tries to blink them away and quickly swallows the clump in her throat that starts to hurt. She rasps an “okay” at him and disappears out of there. Away from the kitchen. Away from him.

Leaving Harry alone.

He curses himself. A hand comes up to tug at his hair in frustration. Now he’s the arsehole. Great.

But someone notices it. Whatever it is. Perhaps it’s how YN sat in the corner of the room while everyone snuggled together on the huge couch to watch Leo’s favourite movie. Perhaps how Harry glanced her direction every few seconds. Or perhaps how she didn’t talk to anyone anymore that evening. But perhaps how everyone felt the tension like thick cheese one pizza. At least that’s what Harry thought as he scooped the big piece of pizza into him. He sadly made it a habit to eat in frustration.

So now she has a pouty, little four year old sitting in her lap. “But I jus’ don’t understand!” His tiny hands grasp her cheeks. “Did I do something?”

“No, love, you didn’t do anything. I just feel like this sometimes.” Her hands run through his silky hair. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“It’s Uncle H, isn’t it?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest. “I’m sure, because he didn’t play that hand game with me and you didn’t tell me one of your granny jokes!”

“Hey! They are not ‘granny jokes’!” YN playfully pinches his cheeks.

“So it is Uncle H? What did he do? Did he pull your hair? Because mummy always says I should apologize if I did.”

A sudden burst of love runs through her for this sweet boy. But it drops as she sees Harry entering the room behind the boy and watches their interaction. “No, he didn’t pull my hair. Everything’s fine.”

“Did he steal your pencil?! Oh no!” He gasps.

Harry steps beside them, ruffling his hand through his hair, making it a mess. “I did steal her pencil. You think I should apologize, mate?”

Leo squirms in her lap and holds his arms up at Harry. So he lens downs and easily sets him on the side of his hip. “Of course! If not, I have to get mummy to scold you!”

Harry breathes a chuckle, eyes staying on YN as she avoids meeting his eyes. “Uhmm...”

He notices the hesitation. “Dearest YN,” Leo cups his hands around his mouth and whispers in his ear.

Her head shoots up to them. Harry still stares down at her as the corner of his lips kink up. “Dearest YN.”

“I’m sorry for stealing your pencil.” He repeats Leo’s words, eyes crinkling with the smile he wears. “I’m well aware that you probably like the pencil with how sad you looked today.” He pauses as the boy whispers another sentence. “I now know I shouldn’t do it again and I promise t leave you be if you want me to.” But his smile falters when he sees YN’s eyes dropping to the floor again and then back up. This time with a forgiving smile. “But I hope we can still be friends.”

With a friendly smile she stands up and brushes a strand of hair out of her nephew’s eyes. “Leo, baby, would you leave us alone for a sec?”

He frantically nods and scrambles down Harry’s arms, who tries to not let him fall down.

It’s silent when they’re alone. Unspoken things between them creating an uncomfortable silence that isn’t welcomed. So they begin to speak.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“I’m glad you came to me—”

His hands that just were gesturing between them dropped dead to his sides and YN’s teeth catch her bottom lip, staring at his shoes.

A breathy chuckle escapes his lips. “Can I start?” His eyes search hers, trying to find her acceptance and understanding, and in fact receiving a spark of a smile. “Listen, okay? I’m so- so sorry. I don’t even know what happened there. I...,” he trails of, one hand scratching under his chin where a stubble starts to form. “I was stressed these last few days— weeks— and, fuck, I still am, but I want you to know that I didn’t mean that. I love when you talk about random stuff that you read somewhere, because it’s interesting, it’s funny. It’s just your thing, right? And I love that we can talk about absolutely everything. That person in the bathroom, ...that wasn’t me. That was the grumpy, arrogant side of me that left his best friends because of some person, then got his heart broken and couldn’t even swallow his own fucking pride to apologize to them and waited too long and just acted like nothing happened. YN, obviously you don’t have to forgive me, because I understand I’m an arsehole—”

“Okay, it’s enough.”

Harry freezes, brows drawing a deep line. “W-what?”

YN takes a step towards him and envelopes his huge hands in her small ones. He notices they’re warm and soft as her thumb brushes along his knuckles, calming him down. “It’s enough, H. I get it, okay? I’m not stupid. I know what it’s like and I know you. It’s sweet of you to apologize but you had me since Leo helped you,” a grin breaks out on her face. “I can imagine how tough that time was and still is for you, but I’m your friend and friends are there for you no matter what, no? I wouldn’t say it didn’t hurt a tiny bit, because I know I talk a lot. I’m not mad with you. I just want my friend back.”

She whispers the last part and Harry can’t help the layer of tears that gloss over his eyes and the curl in his lips that creates a deep dimple in his cheek— upwards because of happiness and downwards because of all the emotions— so it’s a weird laugh that escapes his throat at the same time a sob rolls through his body. He sets his stare on the floor and tries to will the tears away with a shake of his head, curls flopping, but YN slings her arms tight around his torso and her face squishes against his collarbone, leaving a quick kiss at his throat. Like a warm blanket he gets swallowed whole. “It’s okay to feel weak sometimes. ’M here for you, H.”

And with that in mind, he wraps his long arms around her shoulders, squeezing her some more, and lets himself cry it all out.

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💦 Wet in Brazil 🇧🇷 (SMUT)

AN: so originally i was gonna make this fluffy where harry is super cold from the rain and after the concert you help bathe him in a warm shower. well, lets just say that didn't happen and something much greater happened.

This story contains: being h word, making out, shower sex in 2 different positions, female cunnilingus, eating of cums, after care

{ husbandrry - soft!harry - current harry era }

word count- 2,525

After seeing Harry on stage wet from the rain in Brazil, you become really horny and that leads to some intense shower sex when you get back to your hotel.

You'd say you have a fairly normal sex drive. You don't crave sex twenty-four seven but when you do get that rush of blood that surges through your pussy, its strong and nearly painful if its not taken care of rather quickly. Luckily for you, you have a wonderful husband that will satisfy your every sexual need, no questions asked.

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Tonight was going like every other night when Harry has a concert. You standing off to the side of the main stage, watching him prance around while singing his little heart out. But after about the third song it started to rain. Jeff, Harry's manager and friend, handed you a poncho so you wouldn't get your clothes wet. You were thankful because you in fact didn't want to stand in wet clothes for the remainder of the show.

On the other hand, Harry had no choice but to get wet. At first you worried that he'd stop the show because he was getting his expensive outfit and styled hair wet, but he was having a blast. The rain didn't stop him from giving the crowd his absolute best performance. Harry embraced the rain.

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The further the show went on the more and more you noticed Harry looking extremely sexy. Well he always looked sexy in your opinion but sometimes he looked extra sexy. Just something about his tan skin glistening under the stage lights from the rain and his hair no longer in the perfectly styled curls but more so wet, flat ringles hanging in his face. Dare you so, it had your pussy throbbing.

And what made this little issue of yours even worse was when Harry sang certain songs, he'd turn towards you and give you innocent cheeky grins or those seductive eyes that only you can pick up on. You had to stand with your legs crossed for the remainder of the show just to soothe the ache between your legs.

The only thing that got you through the rest of the concert was the knowledge of knowing half the people in the crowd wanted to fuck your husband, guys and girls, but you were the one who actually gets to do it. You were the only one Harry wanted to fuck as well. That thought alone made your horniness levels skyrocket but you knew that once he got off stage he'd help you with that.

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As soon as Kiwi was over with and Harry scampered his way backstage, you made a beeline backstage yourself to go find your husband. When you do see him, he's being handed a towel to at least dry his face off with but you don't care. You run towards him and jump in his arms, legs wrapping around his slender waist and arms around his neck.

It causes Harry to stumble backwards a foot or two before he mutters, "Woah love, what's this for?" If its a special night like the night he got his banner for fifteen consecutive nights at MSG or him headlining Coachella he expects this time of affection, but tonight wasn't anything too special. Other then he hasn't got to play in Brazil in quite a few years.

Knowing people are around, you whisper in his right ear, "Wanna go back to the hotel, really, really bad. Need you." The first sentence you whispered didn't tell Harry much of what your problem was. He thought you may not be feeling good. But the second sentence told him everything he needs to know. You needed him, in other words, you're horny and need him to take care of your horny needs.

Harry just giggles at your confession and turns his head so only you can hear before whispering back, "Alright, alright. My eager baby. Ten minutes top and we'll be outa 'ere. Let me say goodnight to everyone and I'll get the driver to pull 'round back."

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As soon as you step foot into your hotel room, Harry is stripping his wet clothes off. The ride back to the hotel was super uncomfortable with his soaked clothes sticking to his skin but also the boner he's now rocking after your confession to him earlier. Harry is a giver and a giver's favorite thing to hear is that they are needed. So by you saying you needed him, it turned him on pretty much instantly.

The wet clothes are left in a pile on the hotel floor which isn't the best idea because he knows Harry Lambert will gripe about it tomorrow but he couldn't care less right now. He needed to fuck you. Now butt ass naked, Harry comes towards you and pins you against the wall by the door. You waste no time in leaning your head upwards and crashing your lips with his. The kiss is anything but gentle.

Your teeth clink together as you both fight for dominance. Tongues caressing each others while you swallow the others moans. You feel Harry's hands come down and start to unbutton your jeans and you're thankful because you don't know how much longer you could have lasted in them. You take it upon yourself to lift your shirt over your head, breaking the kiss for only a second.

After your jeans are undone, Harry tugs them down your legs and you unclip your bra, freeing your full breasts. That leaves you standing with only your underwear on. Harry pulls away from your mouth so he can kneel down and take your panties off when he notices something. "Fuck," he groans as he sees the damp patch on your underwear, "you soaked through your panties, baby. All for me? Seein' me wet on stage got you all wet didn't it?"

You nod quickly in agreement and spit out while looking down at his crouched body, "Yes, yes, now fuck me, please. Can't wait any longer."

Harry hurries in pulling down your last article of clothing before standing back to his feet and helps you to jump up and latch onto his body. Now both completely naked, he carries you into the hotel bathroom where he plans to fuck you in the shower. You can feel his hard cock brush against your pussy as he walks and it causes a moan to erupt out your mouth. Your clit is so sensitive and swollen that one slight touch to it could cause you to orgasm.

He has to put you back down to your feet to adjust the water temperature but as soon as the shower is nice and warm, he lifts you up again and carries you inside the glass door, closing it behind him. As the water pours down onto his back, Harry carefully presses your back into the tile wall and leans his head in, kissing down your jawline and towards your mouth.

Into the kiss, you whine desperately, "Please baby, need you so bad."

"Shhh, love, I've got you. You know I always take care of you, don't you. Gonna make you feel so good." Harry replies before going back to fully kissing you. He snakes down his right hand and first runs his fingers over your pussy, just double checking if you're wet enough. He can never be too safe when it comes to making sure you only experience pleasure.

When he in fact feels how wet you are for him, Harry grabs ahold of his shaft and with a tug or two, positions it at your entrance. You're so eager that you take it upon yourself to push your hips forward and that causes his entire dick to slide right into you. "Oh, fuck!." you moan while throwing your head back. That leaves Harry's lips level with your neck which he starts to take advantage of. Him still holding you up with each hand under your thick thighs and ass.

As Harry begins to kiss and suck on your damp neck, his hips start to thrust back and then forward. He's so thick and long that it causes your toes to curl where you have them locked behind his back, right above his white ass. "You're so tight, love. Feels so fuckin' good." Harry mutters against your wet skin. His words almost make you lose the strength to keep yourself wrapped around his body.

"Ugh," you moan, lifting your head forward to glance at his face, "I'm gonna come." At the angle he's fucking into you in, it's direct stimulation to your g-spot and the repetitive nudging of it, you can't help how fast your release is approaching.

"Already?" Harry questions with surprise in his tone. He didn't realize you were this turned on. You see him wet all the time. Whether that's him getting out the shower or bathtub. Or him swimming in the summertime. So he doesn't know why him getting wet on stage due to some rain has you this horny.

"Yeah, I.....," you begin but are cut off by your orgasm. It even shocks you how fast it approaches. Normally it takes you a few minutes to come from penetration alone, sometimes not coming at all unless you have clit stimulation, but tonight something inside you was different. Harry doesn't stop fucking you as he brings you through your orgasm. Your chest is heaving and your pussy contracting around his cock has Harry's knees nearly buckling to the floor.

As you start to come down from your high, you're about to apologize for coming so soon when Harry says, "Such a good girl for me, mhm, so good." Normally a guy would be upset over their partner coming so soon or when they didn't tell them to come yet, but Harry isn't like that. He's definitely the type to make you come over and over again, until you can't take it anymore. He gladly wants you to come when you feel the need to. It's more pleasurable for him when he sees you experiencing great pleasure.

Harry goes to set you down on your feet, holding you for support because he knows your legs are a bit wobbly, and you question, "But.... what about you?" Thinking he was done fucking you and would let his erection pass naturally. What a dumb thought that is.

Harry laughs and replies, "Not done yet, baby. Turn 'round and face the wall." You do as you're told and he situates your hips how he wants before you feel him slipping inside you with ease. You gasp from how sensitive your walls are. Now Harry begins to fuck you from behind. The water in the shower does make it harder to do begins you're all slippery and wet but luckily there is a metal bar for you to grab onto as you bend over.

The sounds of skin clapping echo throughout the bathroom and it's getting harder to breathe with all the steam filling up the closed in shower. The glass walls and door of the shower are completely fogged up now. Your boobs hang towards the floor from your bent position and Harry wishes he could get a better view of them. He loves your tits so much.

After another three minutes of thrusting into you from behind, Harry can feel himself near orgasm. To make sure you come with him, he leans over your body, chest pressing into your wet back, and drags his hand down your body until he finds your clit between your legs. "Come with me, baby. Come another time, f'me." Harry whispers in your left ear.

You honestly doubted if you'd come again from penetration alone but thankfully you have a husband who knows exactly what you need, when you need it. He knew you'd have trouble coming from just the fucking beings as you did minutes ago and that was super rare as it was. So dragging out his thrusts as he nears his orgasm, Harry's fingers rub over your clit in just the right pattern he knows you love.

It only takes a few seconds before you're coming for the second time. This orgasm of yours triggers Harry's and he's coming as well. (you're on birth control) A loud, deep moan escapes his mouth and his toes curl into the shower floor. You can feel him spurting his cum deep within your walls and the feeling of his fingers never stopping on your clit makes you nearly pass out. It's all too much.

Once you both come down from your highs, you think this was really it and Harry's gonna start to wash you and him up. Little did you know he wants to push you to a third orgasm. When he slips his softened cock out from your pussy, he helps turn you around, making sure you don't fall as you stand straight, and drops to his knees. "H, what in the......?" you go to ask but have your answer fairly quickly when his lips attach to your clit.

"Mhm-ugh, babe, too sensitive." you hiss from the slight pain. He knew you didn't actually want him to stop. You feel his tongue dip between your pussy lips and collect a mixture of yours and his cum. Harry has never shied away from tasting his own jizz. You look down and see his tongue coated in white colored creams and you almost come at the sight. Then he brings his cum covered tongue back up and starts attacking your clit again.

He makes long, feverish licks up and down your clitoris and you reach down to slot your fingers through his wet curls, pushing his head forward. "Har... of fuck, I'm gonna come again." you yell out. Your back is against the shower wall and your legs are shaking but Harry has a grip behind each of your thighs to prevent you from falling.

Then suddenly you come for the third time tonight. As you come, Harry switches from licking back to sucking your clit and it makes you feel even better. He can feel the tiny nerve literally pulse in between his lips. More of your mixed cum oozes out your cunt, dripping onto the shower floor.

When you start to come down from your last high of the night, you have to physically push Harry's head away or he'd stay there all night. He gets back up to his feet and can see just how warn out you look. Now is time for the aftercare you deserve.

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Harry supports your body upright while you stand and allow him to bathe over you. He washes your hair and body and you turn into mush. He's so fucking caring but especially after something so vularble like sex. Once he's done with you, he quickly washes himself off and then helps you out the shower.

He dries you and himself off and puts on your clothes for sleep. That being you in a t-shirt and panties and him in just his boxer briefs. Then after brushing your teeth, he helps you get into bed and you cuddle into each other. After saying "i love you" to one another, you fall into a deep sleep. Exhausted from the concert and the sex in the shower.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

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Roomates

AN:- So this one is a series of few maybe a couple more if you like its a roomate thing well practically based on a request i got a few days maybe a month or so ago, the request was for a story on roomate with a kinda good build up instead of just dividing into bed right away, and i kinda like the idea literally i have so many ideas on it so i desided to give it a go. Well it was requested for any of 1D boys so I’m gonna write with harry since he’s my favourite.

Also again English ain’t my first language so pardon me for any mistakes.

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“I’m moving don’t you get that, I want to stay on my own mom and dad” you said fustrated

“But sweety how are you gonna manage without me and dad? how are you gonna manage your expances? And what about your collage??” Your mom said concerned.

“Mom i can take care of myself and the place is just on a 20 minute drive i my taking my car and sis set me up on a part time job in Starbucks, so don’t worry I’ll be fine, and you promised you’ll allow me don’t backoff now mom” you said convincing her.

“Allright your life your way just take care of yourself and do visit us everytime possible ok” your dad said giving you permission you were so happy you were finally going to be independent you were so down for this you’ve been waiting for this ever since your sister went to uni for her higher studies and told you about her life and all your friends lived on their own so you wanted to too.

You saw a good house on rent but you have to share it with two other people but you were ok with it, you sister with her friend’s help set you a part time job at Starbucks which you can do after your collage hours. You were moving next week a week before your collage started so you can learn the neighbourhood routs and also your roommates. You were so exited you had all your stuff packed and ready to leave day after tomorrow .

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Finally it was the day you were moving you packed everything in your car bayed your goodbyes to mom and dad and started driving to your new place, you were so happy on the way you were thinking abot the beautiful house you were moving how it was small yet comfy how you liked in the very first visit it was a beautiful house once you entered the door there was a coat hanger on left side and a shoe cabinate on the right side with a telephone and a flower pot on top of it. Then there was the kitchen on the right side it was a ‘U’ shaped kitchen with a large counter top on the outter edge with four stools layed on outside so it can be used like a dinning table. On tje left side was the living room with a three piece sofa set and a coffee table in between with a tv on a long cabinate table on the extreme right of the living room, and that on the right side was a book shelf and a chair with small round table as a small reading corner also there was a audio player with cd holder. Further down the hallway was the third bedroom on left and on the right was the bathroom and washroom it also has a washed and dryer in there. On the first floor were the other two bedroom which has a queen sized beds, walk in closets And balcony which were connected. The house had a small garage which can accommodate 2 cars at a time and a beautiful backyard as well as frontyard.

You were so into your thoughts that you didn’t realized when you reached the place you pulled the car just outside the house as you were ready 10 minutes late. You knocked on the door slowly, the old lady who was the owner of the house the one who was going to give you the keys to the house opened the door with a heart warming smile

“Good morning young lady, come in, you are a bit late your roommate’s already here ” she said letting you in and follwing her to the living room.

“Yep I’m sorry, the packing just took a bit longer than i thought”

“Meet him he’s harry your roommate” the landlady said introducing you to harry.

And to your surprises you actually found yourself stareing at harry cause he was one hell of a handsome guy the way his cheeks showed dimples when he smiled and the British accent added with his pink plum lips moving slowly asking you something you were somewere else, “y/n, Y/N what are you thinking about "the old lady said bringing you back to your sences. "Hey I’m harry, harry styles ” the guy said forwarding his hand for a handshake, which you gladly shook “I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n, nice to meet you”. You had butterflies in your stomach just by a handshake and you were gonna spend your rest of the time here with this person, it was going to be a hard job you thought to yourself taking your seat next to him on the couch and the lady sat on the chair

“I thought three of us were going to share the house?” You asked the lady when you saw only two of you were there

“Well yes but the 3rd person ended on a last movement mind change and decided to back off, so only you two are going to share the place i think” the old lady explained.

“So you going to see another person to take that place in the house?” Harry asked.

“No, I’m not going to see a third person now you two are the only people now, i hope you don’t have any problem with it” the old lady said

You and harry looked at each other for a moment and said in unison “No, no problem with it” “Good then take good care of my house”

And with that the landlady took a leave, handing the keys to you and harry .

Once the landlady left you rushed to your car to get your stuff out, harry helped you in getting your stuff in the house he also carried some of it to your room, you thanked him for his help and parked the car in the garage beside his. Then you went straight to your room and unpacked your stuff, you decorated your room.

After 2 hours of unpacking and arranging it was already lunch time so you went down to cook yourself something, when you reached downstairs you saw harry cooking something “hey i made lunch for us hope you enjoy some pasta” harry said flashing his beautiful smile.

“You cooked for both of us, you don’t have to do that i mean i was going to make something anyway” you said a bit surprised by him

“Oh no worries we going to live here together so i thaught this might be a good way to start a friendship and I’m a pretty good cook you see” he said shooting you a wink. You swear you were almost dead there but then you helped him with finishing what he was cooking and then had some talks while eating, you also did the dishes together.

Once you were done you and harry were sitting on the couch flipping thtough channels and talking “So what brings you to this place ” harry asked

“Well my collage starts next week so i thought moving in a different place will give a bit more privacy and somewere near collage will b good you see, what about you?”

“Oh i see, well i moved here for the same reason collage i am actually from UK England, but i got the scholarships i always wanted from NewYork collage, so i moved in here”

You were going to ask him something when your phone ringed it was you sister she was telling you that you need to start working at Starbucks day after tomorrow “yep sista i know that thank you again for that i will not be late thanks again” you said and then hung up

“Was it your sister?” Harry asked

“Yep, i will b working at Starbucks after college so she was just telling me not to be late”

“ LookS like beign late is a Habbit of yours” harry said bit of giggling and with that you bot bursted into laughter, you kept on talking and played some game on the tv .

After hours of playing, having fun and after having dinner together you went back to your room and were waiting to fall in sleep and thinking about the plans you have made with harry for tomorrow for knowing the neighbourhood and going to see the places nearby and also know your neighbour after all you were going to live with them too.

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Its long time since i have posted but i was caught up with some exam and job work so sorry for that. And I’m gonna put up the 3rd part for get away series and also I’m gonna put up a Niall smut soon both of them are in my drafts, so stay tuned.

And go chek my previous work.

1. Best punishment ever

2. Dream come true.

3.Get away part1 and part2

You've got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands...

Genre: Sculptor!Harry | Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N

Warnings: +18 (smut... but not yet)

Wordcount: 3.7k

A/N: i'm not the best at photomontages so please don't roast me, I tried 😅

THIS IS A MULTI-PART SERIES. YOU CAN CHECK THE SERIES MASTERPOST : HERE AND PART 2 HERE

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Hands.

His were artful,

Perhaps even an art form in and of themselves: smooth, veiny, with steady joints and capable and patient fingertips.

The hands of a craftsman - suitable for creating planets, galaxies, and even entire universes if they so desired. Both harsh and gentle, they tore, kneaded, and poked… only to stroke softly in the end.

The hands of a lover,

Those were my ceramics professor’s hands.

I bit the hidden part of my lip as I watched them move with conviction. Across the slickness, bare and sticky as they pried deeper and deeper, widening as they went and doing as they pleased.

I felt the urge to push my thighs together as I seemingly always did whenever my professor came closer, but I couldn’t because of the potter's wheel blocking my way - the one where he was fixing the crooked clay pot I had tried to make. “Next time, try using a little less water, okay? Your clay has gotten too soft… that’s why you're having trouble getting it even.”

“So less water than this time, but more than last time?” My struggle to get it right made me feel a little embarrassed, but I wanted him to know that I was listening and trying my best. He nodded in response to my question. “Okay, um- I'll try to do it correctly next time. Thanks for resurrecting my project and making it right again.”

My professor smiled warmly at me, noticing I was becoming discouraged by making so many mistakes. “No worries, I’m happy to help.” I watched him as he stood up, washed his hands in my water bowl and dried them on the rag he kept in his pottery apron. “Don't be afraid to muck around with what I've made. You're supposed to take it apart and rebuild it.”

“If I touch it, I'll ruin it and you'll need to come back for assistance again.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. “I don't want you worrying about that. That’s why I’m here, to fix up your messes.” He sat on the stool next to me again for a moment, and when he spoke, he kept his voice low. “I want you to take it less seriously. Have fun with it — work it ‘til your wreck it. Don’t beat yourself up about it. That’s common blunder for someone who’s starting. We’ve all been there.”

“Thanks,” I smiled a little more assuredly. “I'll try to keep that in mind.”

He smiled back as he stood up from the stool. “No problem, just ask if you need anything.”

While I wasn’t sure how I got into the habit of fantasizing about my professor's hands, I did know how I ended up in his class.

I was a Product Design student.

Frankly, only because I didn’t have the grades to enroll in Interior Design like I’d always aspired to. Product Design was the second-best option that would still give me a chance of breaking into the field if I chose my classes wisely.

In order to achieve that goal, I had been planning to take a class on inclusive design this year. However, as I was about to submit my application, my computer crashed, forcing me to reenter all of my information again. Because of this, by the time I made it back to the page, most of the students had already chosen, leaving only statistical literacy and ceramics as open options.

None of those options had even the slightest appeal to me, which naturally made me incredibly frustrated at the time but, at least the choice was clear between them. Anything with the word statistics in it sounded absolutely dreadful and combining it with the word literacy somehow made it sound even worse… so I chose ceramics, despite the fact that I had never tried my hand at it.

That was why I was now behind all of my classmates, which didn't make me feel great, even though no one had made me feel inferior about my lack of skill yet… not even our professor. He was very sweet and attentive, without always being on top of me, which I appreciated. He gave me the freedom to try things on my own, but as soon as he noticed my eyes searching for him, he'd come over to check things out and lend a helping hand.

This wasn't always a positive thing because sometimes the only reason I was looking was because I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It wasn't just his hands that I kept staring at; I found him captivating in all aspects.

His hair was cool. I liked how he kept it in a messy bun and tucked flyaways behind his ears when they landed on his face. He dressed really cute too, I thought — creative yet casual, and the stubble he occasionally sported when he neglected to shave was sexy as hell.

I wasn’t fully aware of his age, but he couldn't have been much older than me when he had finished his Ph.D. in Fine Arts the previous year. In the rumor mill, he had been invited to teach shortly after earning his degree due to his extraordinary talent for clay sculpting, that had made him stand out at our university ever since he started studying there.

He hadn't shown much of his personal work outside of what he did during his school years, but I had heard through the grapevine that erotic themes were his specialty. Another thing I had heard was that because he made art under a pseudonym that he kept as a secret from most people, his work was very difficult to find online.

That bothered me a little because I was interested and wanted to see it, especially after learning that pleasure was the subject he enjoyed exploring the most. Among my classmates, I knew some made jokes about him being a pervert who had only wanted to come teach to score with the female students. My gut told me that wasn't the case, and I was miffed by those people who couldn’t comprehend that someone could find sex fascinating enough to want to depict it in most of their art without being sleazy. Fortunately, I wasn't one of them. I found sex to be an intriguing topic as well… I enjoyed having it, looking at it, and having thoughtful conversations about it.

“Professor,” I called as we finished class. I was still sat by my wheel, while everyone was cleaning and washing up. Being completely honest, I wanted to leave as well… but I made myself stay so I could make my pot look more presentable. “If you're leaving, could you please leave the room key with me? I was planning to stay a little longer.”

He seemed surprised that I wanted to stay.

I noticed his gaze fall on the collapsing walls of my pot as he handed me the key, but he was merciful enough not to comment. “Feel free to stay as long as you like. I'm taking a coffee break, but I'll be back as well.”

Finding that my professor was coming back made the prospect of staying more enticing. I wasn't expecting a lot of interaction with him, though… I didn't want to be a bother, so I would avoid requesting his assistance. It was already embarrassing enough to ask for it in class, even if he kept assuring me it was perfectly okay to do so…

Professor Harry returned to the classroom after about 10 minutes, seeming happy to find me still there. As he walked inside, he cracked a lighthearted joke about how surprised he was that I hadn't destroyed anything yet. I snorted a laugh and said that I was surprised too.

I observed him carefully as he re-tied his apron around his waist. It seemed like everything the man did attracted me. The way his triceps flexed with movement, the contours of his back, the ease with which his fingers tied the knot. None of these things escaped my attention.

“Would it be okay if I turned on some music?” Due to my dry mouth, it took me longer than it should have to answer his question. “I'm not a big fan of working in silence, but it’s okay if you are…”

“Oh, please, go ahead.” I was finally able to react, but my voice came out weird. “I don't particularly enjoy working in silence either...”

My professor smiled, then walked over to his desk and sat down at his laptop. “Have you got any special requests?”

I pretended to contemplate for a moment, but I didn't want to be the one picking the music. I wanted him to choose because I was nervous about accidentally having him listen to something he didn't like… and I was also curious about his musical tastes. “Not really, no. I'm not picky. I like most music.” That part was true, but he seemed skeptical. “Just pretend I'm not here and play whatever music you normally listen to.”

The look on his face was still skeptical, but he agreed. “Okay, I will. Just let me know if you don't like it so I can switch to something you like best.”

He put on Woodkid's Warm Core album and looked at me to see if I was keen on the choice. “This is cool. I like it.” It was the kind of alternative music I anticipated he would listen to, being an artist and all, and it made me happy because I also liked it.

“Alright, good. If at any point you decide that you no longer like it, feel free to request a change.” I was getting a little hot over how much he was focusing on making sure I liked his music. I’d always had this conviction that one of the ways to tell if a guy is good in bed is to look for signs that he is considerate and eager to please – and already, my professor was scoring points in that department. I glanced at him, and I believe he noticed because he asked, “Is there anything you need help with, or should I just let you do your thing and keep to myself?”

“Um…” I stammered, returning my attention to the horrible looking pot I was working on. I had been right the first time. I shouldn't have touched it after he fixed it for me. “I'm holding up for now. Thanks, professor.”

He smiled at me. “You can leave out the “professor” when we're outside of class. That term is still settling in for me… it's a bit off-putting to be addressed that way when I was also a student here just a year ago - especially when I can't be that much older than you, right?”

I joined him in his smile. “Yeah, I get what you mean. I suppose it's not weird for me because I don't remember seeing you at school last year. How old are you, though, just out of curiosity?”

“I’m 27, you?”

“Wow, you’re really old...” He wasn’t, really… especially since I had assumed he would be in his thirties, given that he was a professor and all. I snorted when he side-eyed me from across the room, where he’d been tidying up and organizing the equipment the students had left behind. “I was just kidding. I'm 22, so...”

His brows furrowed slightly in response to my reveal. “So you're a little older than the rest of the class. Makes sense, you seem a bit more grown-up in comparison to them.” I took that as a compliment because, while my classmates weren't much younger than me – they had to be around 19 – some still acted like teenagers in many ways. “Also, since you mentioned not seeing me at school last year… that’s because I went abroad for a few months to study, and then I had to wrap up my thesis, so I didn't come very often.”

“Oh, that's cool. Where did you go?”

“Norway, to Oslo more specifically. It's a city I think everyone should visit if they ever get the chance to. I had a wonderful time there.” He turned his head away from what he was doing to look at me. “Have you ever thought about going abroad for school?”

“I've thought about it, but I don’t know. It doesn't really call to me right now, to be honest... maybe next year.” I was really interested in hearing more about Harry's experience in Norway, so I shifted the focus of the conversation back to that. “What was the best part of it for you?”

I could tell he was excited to talk about it, as evidenced by the sparkle in his eye. “A difficult question, that. I loved the landscapes and food there, as well as the people. Oslo’s a beautiful city, and it has an amazing art scene that's definitely worth exploring.” He paused for a moment, laughed, and then spoke again, “But I guess I should say that meeting Astrid, my girlfriend, was probably the best part.”

“Wow, that's... something.” Something I'd rather he didn't have, I thought to myself despite my amenable expression. “Has she traveled all the way here with you?”

“Oh no, she stayed in Oslo. We've been doing long-distance and stuff… it isn't always easy, but we make it work.” I could tell by the look on his face that he had somewhat regretted sharing that with me. “Anyway, you should give the studying abroad thing some more thought... you seem like someone who would enjoy that kind of thing. You give off a good vibe.”

“Ha, thanks... so do you. I really like your style.”            

I saw his cheeks flush at my compliment. “I don’t put a lot of thought into my clothes, to be honest. Most of the time, I just throw on whatever.”

“Well, it works, so...” Seeing me shrug, he smiled, but said nothing further. I figured the conversation was over and got back to my work. Harry did the same thing; except he was no longer cleaning up and was instead using his laptop.  Even though I stayed another hour, he didn't leave until I did, which made me feel bad because it made me wonder if he had stayed on purpose to be there in case I needed anything. “Do you usually stay here until this late?” I inquired as he closed the classroom door.

“Um… it depends, sometimes I do, but if you weren't here I would’ve probably left earlier.”

His confession caused a small contraction in my heart. I now regretted staying for so long, especially since I had spent some of that time merely acting as though I was working. “Oh, I'm so sorry. You didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine by myself. I just wanted to practice.”

“Oh no, don't get me wrong. I stayed longer because I wanted to. I live alone, so… I am by myself a lot. It was nice to have company for a change.”

“Ah, I see...” That was something I hadn’t considered before, but it made sense. Most of Harry’s university friends were probably no longer around, or if they were, perhaps he'd lost touch with them after going away for so many months. That had happened to me with my high school friends, so I knew how it felt. “I was actually planning on doing this more frequently to see if I could improve my pottery skills, so… you're welcome to keep me company if that's something you'd like to do.”

He acknowledged my invitation with a courteous smile. “Ah, thanks. I appreciate that.” When he didn't respond right away, I assumed he wasn't interested, which made me feel stupid for having suggested it. Why would he want to spend time with a student five years his junior? He was probably cringing at the thought. That was what I was assuming, until he started speaking again after a pause. “I reckon as long as you really don't mind me being around, that could be something that works for me.”

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Over the course of a couple of weeks, it became a habit for me and Harry to spend time together after class. Most times, more than once a week. The days when I didn’t have class until late, I would wander to the atelier after his class and spend the next few hours there. It was really easy to get along despite our slight age difference.

I didn't know Harry well enough to say that we had a lot in common, but we just clicked really well. Having a conversation with him was easy, and his presence was warm and reassuring.

We would sometimes work separately, but Harry had taken it upon himself to teach me the things I had been falling behind on. He taught me how to use a kiln to fire and glaze pottery, as well as a bunch of different building and decorating techniques. I liked the last one most because he got to sit next to me and help me paint and texturize. I was really proud of a mug we had made together. Harry had commented that the wavy handle I had made for it looked like the tail of a fish when we put it in, so we went on to decorate the rest of the mug to fit that concept.

“You’re a good painter…” He complimented me as I painted the fish’s fins. I wrinkled my nose at him. Painting had always been a fun activity for me, but I had never considered myself good at it. Harry, on the other hand, was a true artist, thanks to his Fine Arts training and skillful hands…

I looked at the fin I'd drawn and noticed that it was unmistakably more unsightly than the one on the picture I was taking inspiration from. Harry couldn't possibly believe I was talented as a painter. He was just trying to say something nice.

“What? I'm serious…” He assured me, appearing a little surprised by my doubtful demeanor. “And you have a great eye for color too.”

“Hmm, I find that last one is a little more believable; I'll take it.” I said before returning to straightening out my wonkiest brush strokes. I'd spent enough time designing pretty rooms in Intericad Lite to feel reasonably confident on my ability to mix and match colors so, accepting that compliment wasn't too difficult. Besides that isn’t really a talent, is it? It's something a lot of people have.                                         

“Hey,” Harry’s voice drew my attention back to him. “I meant both of the things I said. I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t.”

The seriousness I was met with when I looked into Harry's eyes made me feel emotional and flustered at the same time. “Thanks,” I smiled a little before looking down at my mug. “I think I haven't gotten a compliment on my painting skills since I was a little kid…”

“You used to get compliments on it when you were little?”

“Sometimes, yeah… mainly from teachers because I always colored inside the lines.”

“I think it's really unfortunate that we stop getting compliments as we get older… I can't really complain because I've been lucky to grow up in a supportive environment, but I know that after a certain point in most people’s lives criticism becomes the norm, while praise for rightdoing is never given.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” I grabbed another brush and continued to color my mug because the topic we were discussing was now making me feel like I might actually start crying if I didn't keep my emotions under control, and I didn’t want Harry to see that. “My parents were never particularly supportive of me or my interests, so I haven’t felt much of a difference as I grew older… I think that’s why I find it a bit difficult to accept people’s compliments nowadays, though. I tend to doubt myself and others a lot.”

“I’m not gonna lie, I had a hunch that was the case with you.” Harry’s statement surprised me a bit. I knew professors could usually read their students well, but I wasn't aware of how see-through I was. “When we first started class, I was a little nervous because I could tell that you were lost at times and could use some help, but I wasn't sure of how to approach you. I was afraid that if I made it known that I could tell you were struggling, you would withdraw even further. I didn’t want that. I wanted you to feel comfortable and know that I wouldn't judge you.”

“You never made me feel uncomfortable… I just felt embarrassed to ask for help because everyone in your class comes from an arts background and knows more than me. I didn't want you to think I was dumb or that I was wasting your time with questions that I should have known the answers to.”

“You could never waste my time. I like teaching you a lot… you always listen and all the questions you ask are perfectly normal.” He gave me a reassuring smile and I felt my insecurities melt away with the rest of my body. “And on top of that, it's easier for me to teach you since you are a blank slate, as opposed to some of the art students who come with stubborn vices they won't get rid of. Experience isn’t always an advantage.”

“You're a really good professor, Harry.” I said truthfully. “I'm really glad I ended up in your class, even if it wasn’t my first choice.”

“It wasn't your first choice?” His face pretended to be shocked, but I knew he wasn't. Given that I had told him about my goal to pursue a career in Interior Design, I knew he had to have known by that point that there was no reason for me to be in his class other than by chance. “Okay, now I'm offended, and no amount of ego-puffing will help you remedy that…”

I shook my head and smiled at his antics as I dipped my brush back into the paint palette. “Not even if I admit you're really cool to talk to and have great musical taste?”

Following my brush dip, Harry dipped his as well. “Give me a little more detail on that and I might re-consider.”

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PART 2