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THE DEAL

a/n: i literally wrote it in less than a day because i was inspired by a movie… of god, i have issues, but ANYWAYS! this one is a classic friends with benefits to lovers story with so much angst and a grandiose love confession at the end so buckle up, you are in for a treat!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEASE give feedback if you enjoyed it!!

pairing: Harry X Reader

warnings: some, drinking, sexual content, a hell lot of it, angst and messy emotions, it’s a lot!!

word count: 11.8k

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If your life was some romantic comedy his would be the moment where the camera would zoom on you, your eyes blankly glued to the ceiling, makeup from last night smudged under them as a muscular, inked arm gets thrown across your chest, a snoozing man beside you as you have the internal little monologue.

“You’re wondering how I got into this situation, right? Completely naked with one of my best friends after a night spent with heavy drinking and ending up fucking in his apartment until we both fell asleep.”

Yeah, this is probably what the voiceover would say as the camera would slowly get farther from you, Harry’s sleeping figure coming into the frame while you’re still lying like a damn statue. This was not supposed to happen. Not that it was bad, because oh God! Harry really is as good as his ex-girlfriends gushed to you when you met them on night outs. You could never blame the women for falling for him, he has the charm, the personality, the humor and definitely the looks. If you weren’t you, you’d be one of those girls who would do anything to get his attention just for a split second. But you’re not.

Growing up with a single mother that was repeatedly fucked over by several men, you were taught to be the kind of independent woman who needs no man. Who only uses them for whatever reason and throws them away before they could even realize what’s happening. Feelings could never be involved in the equations, those are just not for you.

For a while you thought you weren’t even capable of feeling anything at all. But the way you cried when your hamster you got for your sixteenth birthday died changed your mind and you realized that you are just saving yourself the time of allowing people to make you develop feelings for them and then give them the chance to break your heart. You’ve seen that happen to your mother enough times to know that you don’t want to go through that. It’s not worth it and why would you risk it all when you could easily get what you need and move on to the next one?

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Pairing: boyfriend!Harry x reader

Content warning: fluff, steamy kisses

Word count: 405

A/n: Hi my loves! I was not as quick as you guys but this is a short and sweet blurb for this photo (That I may or may not have pulled out my ass). Sorry for teasing… Please enjoy!!! masterlist

“Do I look pretty?” He asked as the stylist pushed his curls back in clips. He was preparing for the Daze magazine shoot and every outfit he gathered looked like it was straight out of an art gallery; questionable, yet unique.

“Absolutely gorgeous.” I comment. His lips twitch to the side and his eyes opened the slightest.

“Gorgeous enough to kiss?” He asks, cheeky smile spreading on his face.

I shook my head in disbelief and looked at the stylist, who’s eyes flicked between us. She quickly got the hint and gathered her things to leave. “This is why I love this crew.” He mumbled after she closed the door.

His arms stretched out and I couldn’t help but fall into his trap. I climbed onto his lap, letting my knees fall to the side of his legs, and my arms stretch to hold his neck in my hands. His arms slithered to my waist, squeezing my love handles lightly like he always did.

The chair height made me taller by the slightest, causing his green eyes to look up at me guiltily.

He wanted more than a kiss.

I lean down to his lips, brushing them slightly. His chest rose up and down normally and his nose let out little gust of air that heated my top lip.

Eventually, our lips closed and his soft lips took mine between his, slowly moving in sync, enjoying every second we expressed. His tongue brushed the bottom of my lip and I opened wider to give him entry.

As his tongue brushed mine, his hands squeezed my waist tighter before snaking down to my thighs, teasing his way to my ass. He rested them there, pushing me down against the lower part of his cutting gown. He was already hard.

Muffled voices could be heard from outside the door but Harry could care less; he grew eager and pulled me closer him.

A loud knock finally drove him away, “shoots in five.” Jeff’s voice rang.

“Fucking Jeff.” He murmured through a heavy pant. His head lifted back up to look at me and the mischievous smirk returned to his swollen wet lips. “Five minutes is all it takes.” He shrugged.

I could not believe this man; a horny beast that couldn’t even wait for later. “You are unbelievable.” I shook my head.

“Unbelievably hot.” He cheekily responded, taking my lips back.

“Fucking narcissist.” I laugh.

then

now

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