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Florence Pugh & Harry Styles | Don't Worry Darling (2022)

YOU ARE IN LOVE

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | CHEATING!HARRY UNIVERSE | READ THIS BEFOREHAND! | 10125 WORDS (damn)

Summary: Y/N can swear that with Liam they're the perfect couple, until she meets his best friend and bandmate, who seems to be captivated by her.

W/N: welcome to the first one shot of the CHEATING!HARRY TROPEEEEEE!!!! something different happened with this one, we started with blurbs without having a base one shot and surprisingly you guys loved it so once again it's all thanks to you 🤍 this shit took me TWO MONTHS, never took that long to write and i even deleted everything to write it all over again... and the beginning is shit and everything is just so cliché :( so i'm sorry guys. but this is a mix between enchanted and you are in love by taylor swift! (sadly not taylor's version yet), also happy midnights release day, there's a surprise! hope u guys enjoy this and don't forget to let me know!

! | fluff, angst and smut (yea!) we have liam forcing yn into a situation so be careful, toxic family (her mom), arguing, crying but harry makes everything better. vaginal unprotected sex, oral fem sex, dirty talk, the smut is shit omg i'm sorry (again), CHEATING (ofc), harry finds it hot that she's cheating on liam with him but doesn't know it yet, they're 18 so it's pre-frat boy harry until it's fratboy harry. don't take this too seriously pls liam lovers do not come at me this is a fanfic. i haven't proofread so sorry for the typos, ENJOY!

2012:

Y/N hated the parties of people from her school.

The smell of weed, sweat, alcohol, and others she was grateful not to recognise were present in every breath she took in search of fresh air, but failing in the attempt.

The dress her boyfriend had given her and instructed her to wear with a "this would look lovely on you tonight." was tight everywhere and clearly not her size, but she knew Liam had meant well.

Liam… he loved parties.

He loved them; screaming, singing and dancing along with the hormonal bodies of his neighbourhood friends with a glass of beer or whatever it was in his hand was one of the best feelings in the world for him. Now even more with the band's after parties.

Y/N didn't know much about One Direction, no more than what he told her. She knew they were five boys, who hadn't managed to win The X Factor but still became global stars in a short time. Now, in 2012, everyone knew who they were, everyone but her, who had never heard a song or heard of the rest of the boys.

It was rare for Liam to talk about them when they were together, he said it was because he liked to listen to her and leave the work there, at work, and she didn't ask, because she wasn't interested in anyone else, just her boyfriend and her mother. Her mother who must be waiting for her, scared and cold.

It's been like that since she started dating Liam four months ago (though he's been trying since before he entered the competition), she felt guilty for leaving her alone even more after the death of her father and her mum just took refuge in alcohol, so Y/N took care of her, working while she tried to finish her studies.

She feels his hand squeeze her waist lightly, drawing her attention. "Baby, did you hear me?" he yells in her ear, over the loud music, and she shakes her head. "The boys are in town to visit me, and I invited them here."

Now that was something she hadn't expected, she never thought Liam would ever want her to meet his friends, but she was wrong. He loves her, and he wants her to meet the other people he loves too.

"That's nice, Li." She replied sincerely, taking a swig from her glass of Pepsi Cola, grimacing as a shirtless boy bumped into her.

Half an hour passes maybe, and Y/N's still forcing her laughter and faking smiles as Liam occasionally kissed her before commenting on something she couldn't quite catch because of the loud noise.

At their second makeout session, she breaks away, hands on his chest and brings her mouth close to his ear to tell him she's going to come up for air because she's feeling a little dizzy. He asks if she wants him to go with her, and she says no, that she can go by herself.

With her breath hitching and cold sweat on her back, Y/N moves through the crowd of teenagers, and doesn't realize she's bumped into someone until she almost falls to the ground if it weren't for that person holding her up.

When she looks up, nothing prepares her for what she sees.

Green eyes, plump pink lips, chocolate-coloured curly hair over his forehead, a mole on the side of his chin, and a jaw ready to cut. If she thought Liam was the cutest boy she'd ever seen, this one was perfect.

Harry smiled sideways, still with his arms holding her forearms. "Careful there, love. Are yeh okay?"

The girl gawked at him, and he allowed himself to look at her, her black dress was clearly not her size but he was sure she could wear anything and it would look beautiful on her. The coloured lights reflected on her face and he can't help but wonder if they had met before.

What he doesn't remember is that Liam has shown them pictures of his girlfriend in the past, and she's in front of him right now.

"Yeah, sorry, I–" Pulling away from him, she answers. "Are you okay?"

He laughs, and she can see his dimples. "Yeah, I came here with m'friends but… I think I lost them." he wrinkles his nose, frowning when he sees her heaving chest. "You're sure you're okay?"

She nods once more, but her sick face gives her away, and she just lets the unknown boy take her by the hand and help her out of the middle of the dancefloor and into the backyard of the house.

The sigh Y/N let out as she felt the fresh air hit her face felt endless, and the solitude of the courtyard soothed her even more. It was just her and the boy.

"Thanks." her sincere voice sounds clear thanks to the music already far away. "I'm… I'm just not used to crowds, that's all."

The green-eyed boy smiles and nods, sitting down on a bench. "It's fine, I didn't wanna be there alone either."

She stands there not knowing what to do, she should go home… but she'd come with Liam so she would have to walk back alone, and that wasn't a good idea.

Besides, she didn't know why but she wanted to sit with the boy, so she did approached him at a slow pace and sat down next to him, sighing as the sparkling night lay above them. "I'm Y/N."

"Harry."

Harry… yes, he definitely had a Harry's face. She liked it, and would later pronounce it out loud to find out how it felt on her tongue.

"So…" she kicked at the small rocks at her feet. "don't you have more fun things to do than be out here with me?"

He shrugged. "Maybe, but I don't think I can find m'friends again amongst all those people, and I don't want anyone to recognise me either."

Her brow furrowed as she heard him say that last, what did he mean? she wanted to ask him, but she just sipped at her drink.

"Y/N, that's a good name, are yeh from around here?" Harry asked, before taking a drink of his now almost empty Corona beer, and she nodded.

"Yeah, all my life." she sighed. "You?"

"Holmes Chapel, it's pretty nice." He just shrugged again, and Y/N was curious about the town.

The singing crickets and the stars are their only company, and she finds herself finishing her drink quickly, as does her friend.

The silence isn't awkward, but they both want to know more about each other, not knowing what topic to bring up.

"Maybe your friends are looking for you." with a sigh she says, and feels his gaze on her.

"I don't think so," Styles laughs. "they must be too busy dancing, maybe Louis is the only one looking fo' me."

She wanted to ask what Louis was like, what was the name of his other friends, but his voice interrupts her.

"You... came alone?" He asked, and the words stuck in her throat not knowing what to answer.

No, she'd come with Liam, her boyfriend. "Yep, alone."

When she saw the relief on Harry's face, it felt good. "Oh."

He frowns at her short answer, and feels the need to talk, because maybe Y/N will get tired and decide to leave, and that's the last thing he wants. He wants to know her, to know more.

Unable to stop his mouth, he says. "I worked in a bakery."

Her gaze falls back on him, and he just wants to run away, that fucking topic, seriously?

"Really? that's great, I bet you could eat a lot of the sweets there when no one was watching!" she replies, somewhat excited and the embarrassment that had built up in Harry's lower stomach slowly disperses.

"Yeah, before…–" Signing up for The X Factor, he wants to say, but falls silent.

In this last year and a half of his life, everything had changed; he wasn't just Harry anymore, he was now Harry Styles, the member of One Direction, and Y/N didn't seem to know who he was so why change that?

"Uh, nothing, forget it." He mumbles, scratching his nose with his index finger as a habit. "why don't we play a game?"

(…)

"I'm completely serious!"

The glutural laugh that burst from Harry's chest was unavoidable. "There's no way you've never been to a concert."

"I've never had money to buy a ticket and I don't like crowds, so... yeah."

He wants to tell her not to worry, that he'd give her free tickets to all his concerts if she wanted to, but he can't, he doesn't want her to know who he is, yet.

"Then I guess we should go to one sometime."

Y/N laughed under her breath at his quick remark, he was charming, and she couldn't help the tingle in her hands everytime he made her laugh. "You're fast, eh?" she asked, looking up to meet his eyes, and Harry threw his head back sweet laughing.

She'd never seen brighter, prettier eyes in her entire life, and she felt terrible for thinking that way, but she couldn't help it, not when Harry was looking at her like Liam never did before, and listening carefully as if he really cared about what she was talking about.

Unfortunately, word soon spread around the small but full party that One Direction were at it.

Louis, Zayn, Liam and Niall were dancing and drinking, but Payne couldn't stop thinking about where his girlfriend was.

"Hey, where the fuck is Harry?" Niall asked, as he danced with a redhead who looked like she wanted to eat him.

"We should go look for him, I'm getting worried." Louis replies, before taking a puff on his cigarette. "Where's your girl, Payno?"

The named shrugs his shoulders. "I dunno, let's go look for them."

The four of them start moving through the people, who pull out their phones and point them at them, trying to get some good pictures, some screaming for Harry, or grabbing them by the arms, but they manage to escape.

They search through the rooms of the house and find neither their friend nor Y/N, until Zayn opens the door to the backyard and sees the curly hair.

"There he is!" he says, pointing to his friend who's sitting on the bench next to a girl, laughing.

Styles turns, but so does his new friend, and Liam's eyes widen. "Y/N?"

"Liam." is all she can say, and the rest of them are confused.

Harry wanders his gaze between the pair, she was the Y/N his friend talked about so much, why didn't she tell him the truth… and worse, why didn't he tell her who he really was either?

"I've been looking all over for you, my love, are you alright?" Payne approaches his girlfriend worriedly, and they all look at each other knowing that what he says is a lie, he never looked for her.

Styles looks away from the couple and gets up from his seat. "I should be going now, it's quite late and tomorrow we have to travel to the studio in London, remember?"

The rest of the boys agree with him and decide to leave together, but as they're about to leave Harry hears his name being called. He turns, and despite having talked non-stop for hours, he doesn't want to let her go.

"Yes?" he asks, hoping for something more, even though he knows she was his mate's girl.

"Thanks for helping me, really." that's all she says, and Liam slips an arm around her shoulders and leaves a kiss on her cheek. "It was nice to meet you."

But in Y/N's eyes, Harry can see there's something missing.

He just smiles and says goodbye to her, watching as the pair walk off together towards Payne's car. Y/N climbs into the passenger seat and leans her hot face against the cold window, seeking to soothe the heat from her cheeks.

Harry was also part of One Direction, she didn't know it and to top it off, he hadn't told her either. She wondered if he liked her too, they'd played that stupid childish game of questions where she got to know him better, and he got to know her as well.

"Honey, you're good?" Liam's heavy accent distracts her, and she turns her head to look at him, humming. "Harry, do you like him?"

"Yeah, he's good, he helped me get out of the crowd." she replies sincerely.

Payne seems to make no further effort, and just drives with one hand on her knee, glad that they met, not even thinking about what might've happened if Harry hadn't found her.

Y/N can't help but wonder why it'd taken him so long to want his friends to meet her, and why was he hiding his musical life so much, was he ashamed of her?

She remembers how Harry didn't mention he was part of the band either, but he spoke to her as if they had known each other all their lives, no strings attached, no formal introductions.

She just hopes he was enchanted to meet her, too.

(...)

Almost a month later, and Harry still thinks about that night like it was yesterday.

It's two in the morning, and he wonders if Y/N also felt the same, or was he the only one who felt that connection between the two. He wonders what she's doing right now, is she alone sleeping in her bed, or cuddled up with Liam thinking about him?

With a sigh he gets out of bed, he had no choice, it was impossible to go back to sleep without thinking about her.

He regrets not asking for her number, but that would be inappropriate, she's his best friend's girlfriend, shit, he can't be thinking these things. But then he remembers her laugh, and her smile under the flawless night and all he wants is to know if he really treats her like she deserves.

Y/N was a difficult person, he knew that. He could tell from miles away that she didn't come from a healthy environment, and he wanted to know what was wrong, to help her, he wanted to show up at her door so he could finally say that it was nice to meet her too.

They have to travel to London today for a show there, so Harry keeps busy getting everything ready, trying not to think about her. He has searched for her on Instagram and Twitter but there's nothing, so her face only lives in his head, although he wishes to see her again.

In another city, Y/N finds herself staring at the ceiling since early morning, with Liam hugging her side dead asleep. It's 10 AM, and she still thinks about him.

When she'd returned from that party, she'd taken her laptop and immediately searched everywhere for him, scrolling through his Instagram and laughing at his tweets until the sun was already peeking through the window.

An odd feeling settled in her lower stomach as she began to feel Liam's breathing regulate indicating that he was awake now, and her doubts were confirmed when with a growl, he hid his face in her neck.

"Good morning, baby." he murmured against her skin, his voice hoarse. "Did you sleep well?"

She nods, even though it's far from the truth.

The brown-eyed one settles on his arm and looks into her eyes, smiling warmly. "Let me kiss you, mhm?"

Y/N smiles, and her lips meet his. She had always loved making out with Liam, that was as far as they went, but now there was something missing, something she didn't know what it was.

She pushes her thoughts away and focuses on savoring his lips, letting his tongue brush over her but she can't help but her face frowns in disgust. The kiss breaks as he pulls away, looking at her expectantly.

"Sorry, morning breath." with an awkward smile she excuses, and it seems to have worked, because with a smile Liam nods.

"I was thinking..." he says as he leaves kisses on her neck. "maybe you can come with us to the concert today?"

"Really?!" she sits on the bed to watch him excitedly, and he laughs. "Liam, don't fuck with me right now!"

"I'm being completely serious!" with a laugh he answers. "You didn't get to meet the lads last time, so I thought it'd be a good idea."

She did get to meet Harry, though.

He kisses her neck again and she just stayed there, stroking his back as she thinks excitedly about today's events, until he starts running his hands over her body until reaching her shirt that he tries to lift, if it weren't for the fact that her hands stopped him.

"Not in the mood, sorry." She mumbles, and with an irritated sigh Liam nods. "My mom's probably waiting for me, I should be going."

Y/N begins to get dressed under the gaze of her boyfriend, and walks over to kiss him goodbye. "I'll pick you up to go to London in two hours, be ready." He says against her lips.

(...)

Being at home was always Y/N's challenge.

She didn't get to put the keys on the table that her mom's cough could already be heard from the frame of the front door, and she walked towards the living room where the older woman was.

When she saw her, she was watching TV while smoking a cigarette, and she reached over to take it out of her mouth and put it out in the ashtray on the coffee table. "Mom, I told you to stop smoking."

"I know, sorry– you know I'm trying." Isabella answered, scratching her unwashed hair and turning off the television. "Everything fine?"

Y/N started collecting all the cigarette butts and food wrappers lying around the room. "Yep, Liam invited me to his concert tonight, it's in London, mom, London!" With a smile on her face she exclaimed, turning to see her mother.

Her excitement died slowly at the sight of her mom's sad face, and she instantly knew what she was going to say.

"You're gonna leave me?"

The words stuck in Y/N's mouth, and shaking her head she sat down next to her. "No, of course not, we always have the same conversation and you know I'd never leave you, mom."

Ever since her father disappeared, her mom developed abandonment issues, and it was like that everytime Liam asked her out; her mom would cry and beg her to stay, having to cancel plans sometimes.

"You're just like your father... you–" Isabella tries to speak but her breath hitches.

"Mommy, hey, please, I'm here–" desperate, Y/N seeks to calm her down. "I'll always come back, always."

That seems to work, because by nodding the older woman relaxes. "Okay, say hello to the boy for me."

And now, she's standing in front of her closet looking at what to wear.

She'd never been to a concert, and with her job she barely had enough to buy clothes. The newest being a completely black t-shirt and jeans of the same color.

With a sigh, she dressed and tidied up, until as she slipped on her slippers she fell back into reality.

Harry– she was going to see Harry again.

She couldn't help the smile that spread on her face and the excitement that was born in her chest, she was going to hear him sing live, and she already knew quite a few of the band's songs.

Liam's car horn startles her, and she quickly grabs her jacket and runs out of her bedroom into the living room where her mom smokes her fifth cigarette and drinks her second beer.

"Bye, call me if you need something," Y/N kisses her cheek before walking to the door. "love you!"

"Mhm." It's all she gets in response, and she ignores the pain in her chest for the lack of attention.

When he gets in the car, they kiss, but the same feeling from this morning is still in the back of her head.

"You're ready, bubba?"

The stupid nickname makes her want to put on her biggest disgust face but she just smiles and nods, searching the radio for something to listen to. "Always."

(...)

After a nearly two-hour drive, Liam and Y/N park outside the stadium, and she bites her lower lip in excitement looking around.

They entered from behind where the fans wouldn't see them, and she knew that the other boys had already arrived because the bus was there.

He held her hand as they walked through the huge place, she looking around with wide eyes, until they walked through a door with a "DRESSING ROOM" sign on it.

Paul (the boys bodyguard) opened the door for them, and Y/N finally saw him.

There, using his phone with his feet up on the table, Harry was laughing at something Zayn was saying while his hair was being done.

Everyone turned to the door when it opened, and Louis was the first to notice. "Payno! how ya doing, mate?" Both greeted each other with a hug and handshake. "Ah, your lady!"

Y/N smiled. "Hi."

"It's so nice to finally meet ya, really." He hugged her, and she tensed at the sudden physical contact.

Harry looked at everything from the back of the room completely nervous, he didn't know she was coming, if he had he would've chosen better clothes, or brushed his teeth again, or–

"Lad, you're alright?" Niall asked him, and he realized that he had lowered his feet from the table and straightened his posture ridiculously. "You look like you're about to shit or something."

"Fuck off." He rolled his eyes, getting up and looking down at his hands to adjust the rings he was beginning to wear.

When he looked up, their eyes finally met.

Harry's change hit her in the face, and if she thought he looked cute the first time she saw him then she didn't know what she was feeling now; he'd started wearing black skinny jeans, rolling up the sleeves of his shirts to his shoulders, wearing rings, but his hair was still combed down, and his green eyes still had the same sparkle.

They both remain silent when they see each other, because he honestly doesn't know what to say. She looked beautiful, gorgeous, but Liam's arm was wrapped around her waist and he felt sick for feeling that way.

Zayn and Niall also came over to greet them, and he had no choice but to go too. He first greeted Liam, and then he and Y/N stared at each other.

"Harry." She was the first to speak, smiling at him.

His name on her lips made him shiver, and he smiled back at her. "Y/N, it's good to see yeh again."

He only limits himself to shaking her hand, not wanting to exceed any limits, least of all in front of his friend, and the contact between them makes the blood threaten to rise to his cheeks.

"The show's about to start, boys." Paul tells them, receiving orders over the radio. "You've got five minutes, let's go."

They all walk to the side of the stage, and Harry can see Liam leaving Y/N behind, so he falls in beside her to keep her company. "First show, huh?"

She looks at him. "Yeah, you kept your word."

He remembers what he told her that night at the party. "I always keep m'word, love."

A smile spread across her face, and she squeezed the VIP pass in her hands to ease the sensations in her body. It reminds her of when Liam was trying to win her over with stupid pick-ups, except they didn't make her feel as good as this, and that Harry could actually talk.

They finally reach the side and the screams of the fans increase when the intro's about to end, she's nervous, he can tell, so he puts a hand on her forearm and looks at her. "You're gonna be okay, Y/N. Paul's gonna be taking care of yeh, 'kay?"

She nods, anxiety dissipating as she stares into his green eyes in the dim backstage light. "Good luck, guys." She says, letting them do their warm-up with the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs song.

They all walk out and Liam doesn't even turn to look at her, running onto the stage too. Paul guides her around the place until she descends in front of the stage, where a fence separates them from the crowd.

The amount of people makes her nervous but right away Up All Night makes her forget and start dancing, it was her first concert and she should enjoy it.

She knew a few lyrics after spending late nights looking for Harry's content, so she'd jump up yelling Liam's part.

"Katy Perry's on replay, she's on replay." Harry sings, his eyes searching for Y/N, smiling when he sees her dancing around all alone, as if she's the only one in the world. "DJ got the floor to shake, the floor to shake."

The concert goes on, and he can't stop looking at her.

(...)

"That was so sick, mate!" Louis' the first to appear through the door yelling and slamming his hands together. "Everyone knew all the fucking words!"

Everyone laughs at her excitement, and Y/N drinks from a bottle of water Niall offered her.

Liam had only come over to kiss her wildly in front of everyone at backstage, and that was a very embarrassing moment even though all the boys had whistled and made weird noises. All except for Harry.

"Hey, they rented a hotel for us to stay in instead of the bus," Louis says. "party in our room?" he pointed at Niall and himself.

All the boys made noise in agreement, and her boyfriend took her by the waist to start walking together. "It's just a small party, bubba."

It wasn't a small party.

Niall and Louis' suite was packed with people, most of them girls, and Y/N tried to remove the pressure in her chest by dancing with the blonde, who was her new friend.

She was dancing to a Katy Perry song and feeling good on her skin for the first time in the middle of a crowd, until she felt a hand grab her wrist and drag her to a secluded area of ​​the huge room.

She let out a relaxed sigh when she saw that it was Liam, and he leaned her against the wall and kissed her.

It was a messy kiss and she could feel the taste of beer in his tongue, he pressed her against his body and lowered his lips to her neck, biting into the flesh and making her moan in pain.

His hands slid down her back and down to her arse, where he squeezed the flesh and that was where Y/N began to feel short of breath.

So much physical contact made her nervous, she wasn't used to this; her parents didn't hug her when she was little, they barely noticed her, and so much contact with another person suffocated her.

"Let's go to my room, babe." He murmurs against her neck, kissing her up and biting her earlobe. "Let me have you."

"No, no– Li, stop, stop." She began to stir in his arms. "Stop, Liam!"

His body was pushed by her hands. "For fuck's sake, Y/N! we've been dating for almost half a year and you won't let me touch you!" he shouts. "You dress like a whore, practically begging me to fuck you but then you show me away! I'm fucking tired of this, get over your fucking trauma already, Jesus fucking Christ."

Y/N gapes at him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes and feels everything inside her twist at hearing him and everything he said. He was right, she was a goddamn mess and now she couldn't even take responsibility for her actions because he was furious, and it scared her to the point of trembling.

"Go, Y/N. I don't wanna see your bloody face right now." He exclaimed, the words dragging thanks to the alcohol in his system.

"I– I don't know how to get back home." Between stutters, she answered.

Liam gave her an indifferent look, and that was enough to send her striding out of the hotel room. No one seemed to have noticed the screams or the tears sliding down her skin, and she bumped into someone who spilled something on her shirt.

"Y/N?" She heard once reached the hallway, where she thought she'd be alone if not for Harry standing in front of her, looking at her with a worried face. "Y/N, what happened?"

It was embarrassing, how she burst into tears once her eyes made contact with his, and he pulled her to his chest, letting her release everything she was holding.

She stained his dark blue shirt with her tears until she pulled away, looking at him.

He cupped her cheeks, caressing the skin and wiping away the tears that kept falling. "Oh, love." his heart ached at the sight of her red eyes. "Can I take you to my room?"

The fact that he's asking her and not forcing like Liam a few minutes ago made her cry harder, nodding her head.

Guided by his hand in her, Y/N entered the room calmer now, and sighed when Harry let go of her hand. "Want water, anything?"

"No, no, thank you though."

She took the audacity to walk around the place, smiling a little and forgetting what she suffered when she saw how everything shouted Harry. His clothes, his scent, magazines, records lying on the floor, it was all so him.

"Here." He reappeared, this time with a shirt in his hand.

With a small "thank you." she went into the bathroom where she got rid of her wet garment and put on Harry's, feeling her belly flutter at the scent of him.

when she came out, they walked to the balcony where they sat on individual chairs; she, putting her legs against her chest and looking up at the sky, thinking how sparkling the night was just like the first time she met him. He, cross-legged, looking at her without even taking the time to look at the stars, because he was sure that nothing compared to her.

His shirt fit her perfectly, and he looked at her side, wishing he saw this view everyday, every night.

"Sorry for scaring you out there," she started, avoiding his gaze. "Liam and I had a fight, that was all."

"You don't have to be sorry for everything, y'know?" Now she looked at him. "I'm just saying."

A laugh under her breath escaped her. "I'm just used to it, I guess."

Harry smiled tight-lipped, admiring her. She didn't deserve to be asked what happened, she didn't deserve to reopen her wound, so he looked for another topic to talk, with a deja vu inside his mind.

"You look like you enjoyed the show." He said, crossing his arms with a smirk on his face. "Dancing around and all that– yeh really knew all the words."

"Ohhh, shut up." Y/N covered her face in embarrassment.

"I thought you didn't knew our songs?"

"That was before meeting you."

They look at each other, mischief flashing in their eyes, and he resists the urge to bite his lower lip at the sound of her messing around with him. "Ah, yeah?"

"Mhm, now I'm a full fan." She says with a smile, resting her cheek on her knee and looking at Harry in a way that made him clench the wood of the seat's armrests.

"If you're a full fan then I suppose yeh know that the name was my idea?" He said, cheeky.

The atmosphere had changed, and both of them could feel it, hear it in the silence, crave it.

Y/N looked at him in surprise. "You? Liam told me it was him."

"Of course it was me– Liam? yeah, sure." Indignation sits in his mouth as he replies.

Y/N liked how he referred to everything he did including the boys, knowing they're a band. Liam would only talk about him, not even naming the voices or the other boys, as if they were just his friends and he was the leader of the band.

"They put it together by putting me as their leader in the first place." He would always say, and she suspected it wasn't the truth.

They laughed until a comfortable silence covered them, and they both looked at each other with small smiles to later look through the balcony at the passing cars, preferring this sound than that of the after party.

"This is nice." She says with her gaze to the sky. "To have a friend, I mean."

The pang in his chest was present once more, but he nodded happily that at least he was already considered a friend by her. "Yeah, it was nice to meet you too. Liam's lucky to have you, Y/N."

She didn't reply, just turned her head and stared at him.

Was he, lucky to have her when she was in here, catching feelings for his best friend when she only saw him twice?

I guess we'll never know.

(...)

Y/N never thought that the first time she'd meet Simon Cowell it would be in a room full of lawyers and experts on the subject.

"You want to what?" She asked, confused, and her boyfriend took her hand.

"I'm sorry about the other night, I didn't mean any of it and I was drunk, baby." He sounds desperate, his mahogany eyes sunken in sadness. "Please just think about this, it would be just a plus and we can still be together."

"You want our relationship to be embodied in a contract?" with her face contorted in confusion, she said. "and with money involved?"

"We need the world to see Liam as a faithful, loving boy and we don't doubt that he is already, but we're just going to make sure he stays that way, Y/N." Simon speaks, with a cynical smile. "And that's why we need your help, plus, you'll get money out of this, and I heard that you and your mom need it?"

She gasps at the man's audacity to name her mother, but cannot speak because her thoughts are louder.

The money, she could really use it and based on what it said in the contract, it was a lot. But, being in a relationship with Liam, she didn't know if she wanted that, anymore.

She thinks of Harry, that maybe, maybe she's not the only one with these mixed feelings and he feels it too, but if she stays with Liam... but the money... her mom.

She would no longer have to work two jobs to support her studies and her home, she could study and help her mother without worries.

"Okay," Y/N speaks up, sighing defeated. "okay, I'll sing it."

Holding the pen in one hand and the paper in the other, her signature fills in the blank on the contract that said that until 2015, Y/N Y/L/N be in a relationship with Liam Payne.

(...)

If her schoolmates saw that she's now in the same room as Taylor Swift, they would envy her to death.

Well, Taylor Swift and One Direction, but who's counting?

Y/N sings along to the band's songs and dances, not expecting the blonde to stand next to her and shout over the music. "Hi! I'm Taylor."

She looks at her, unable to believe that she's talking to her. "I'm Y/N!"

"You're Liam's girlfriend, right?" she speaks more calmly now that the song has stopped and the boys are talking to the public. "Harry told me a lot about you, it's really nice to finally meet you."

They both smiled and she couldn't avoid the questions she wanted to ask, but she just looked at her, Taylor looked beautiful, with her bangs that she'd recently cut and her red painted lips.

How could people hate her when she was so nice?

"Could say the same, I love your songs!" Y/N confessed, and the conversation built from there.

There was no after party that night, but everyone stayed in Harry's room, and she sensed a close friendship between him and Taylor. They talked about Friends and a lot of things they had in common, and it made her feel like she didn't fit in.

"Babe, you're okay?" Zayn asked her with a shy smile and she nodded.

Liam didn't ask her anything, he just left a kiss on her cheek and kept talking to Louis, not caring about his girlfriend's state.

Her gaze stayed on the pair, Taylor saw and smiled at her, it was impossible to dislike her, but jealousy was slowly building in the pit of her stomach.

Y/N had to start forgetting about Harry and focus on her true love. She couldn't continue living in that fantasy in which he confessed to her that he was also in love with her and they ended up together, this isn't a fairytale.

"I think I'll get going, everyone." With a sigh, she got up from the ground, and the boys started booing.

"Nooo, stay, c'mon!" Niall said, pointing her with a beer bottle.

"Sorry, Ni. It's late and my mom needs me." A sad smile spread across her face.

Liam took her hand and stood up. "Text me when you get there, okay?" and he kissed her.

Louis, Zayn and Niall made annoying noises, and further away was Harry who was watching everything with his jaw clenched, knowing that Taylor was seeing him perfectly.

He could feel Y/N's discomfort from miles away, and she broke away from the kiss after a few seconds, smiling and pretending everything was fine, but he knew it wasn't.

"Bye, you idiots." She told the boys, then turned to see Swift. "Bye Taylor, hope to see you again soon."

The women shared a smile. "Same thing!"

Unable to take his eyes off her, Styles was only forced to let her go when she'd already left the room. They all continued the conversation, but he knew something was wrong with her, and when he turned to look at Taylor, he met her blue gaze already on him, and he understood.

She knew.

(...)

It's almost an hour later when Y/N arrives home thanks to the boys' private driver.

The house's silent, empty, and she assumes that her mother's in the Alcoholics Anonymous center that she's been able to pay thanks to the money she began to earn because of to the contract.

She exhales calmly, it feels good to be alone, but not when your thoughts bother you.

Memories of Harry invade her mind once again, and she can't help but wonder if he and Taylor were perhaps something more. It's stupid, and she has to start forgetting about him, it's just... if she'd only seen him coming.

Now, she'll never be the same and neither would her relationship with Liam. There's no going back, she'll be with him for years, regardless of the fact that now her heart, body and soul have another name. And Harry's gonna be happy without her, cause she knows that she's the one who misunderstood everything, the one who isn't used to affection and who gets carried away when someone gives her a small portion of it.

A fool, that's what she is.

She doesn't even have time to change when the doorbell makes her jump in place, and she assumes it's her mom who often forgets her keys so she walks to the door and opens it without second thoughts.

"Mom, hi– Harry?"

They both look at each other for a few seconds, and the look in Harry's eyes is something she's never seen before; despair shines over the forest green and the moonlight.

"H, what happened? you're okay?" She asks, with a hand on her chest to calm her shock.

"You're m'best friend." He says, still looking at her. "You might think it's weird because we met a few months ago but I– I can't help it, Y/N."

The wood of the door is clenched in her hand because of the nerves, could it be that?

Harry swallows the lump in his throat so he can continue speaking. "I don't know how to say this, shit." He passed a hand over his face in stress.

"Harry, just say it." She responded desperately, wanting what came out of his mouth to be the words she most wanted to hear.

"I'm in love," He blurted out, his eyes watering and his brow furrowed. "with you."

Y/N could swear that time stopped, that the ambient sound became null and the only thing that her senses could capture were the words that came out of his mouth in a whisper. She felt her body go slack, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she couldn't believe he felt it too.

"And I know it's wrong but I can't help it, Y/N, I've tried but you're all I can think about." He sobs, looking down before looking back at her. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels like this, I know y'can feel it too, please–"

Her chest rises and falls furtively from her heavy breathing, and she can't believe what she's about to do, but without further ado, she grabs his shirt and pulls him to her, kissing him.

It's messy, with their tears of realization cutting the sweet taste from their mouths. It's the best they've ever been lucky enough to have, and Y/N understands that's how it feels to kiss a person you're meant to kiss.

"What about Taylor?" She asks against his lips, eyes closed and inhaling the Tom Ford fragrance wafting from his neck.

"PR Stunt." He answers, running his hands down her back. "What about Liam?"

"We'll figure it out."

They lose track of time when he runs a hand down the back of her neck and moves her mouth his way, smiling mid-kiss. He feels like his heart's gonna escape from his chest, and the last thing he cares about right now is his best friend.

Y/N moves them back, entering the house and closing the door to pin Harry against it, making him mutter against her lips. "Eager?"

"Shut up." She responds, kissing him again.

Her boldness is something she isn't used to, not knowing what's wrong with her that makes her want to be on top of him all the time. She keeps kissing him, inhaling through her nose so she doesn't run out of air.

This was wrong, but at the same time, they felt like there was nothing more right.

She remembers everytime Liam wanted to take it further and she didn't feel the slightest desire, now it's different, she wants Harry in anyway, even if it's kissing for hours until the daylight.

At one point, he puts his hands on her waist to pull away slightly, and looks into her eyes. He's agitated, his mouth red and swollen, his cheeks flushed.

"Slow down, we have time for everything." he says, voice hoarse. "Tell me what you want."

"You." She's quick to respond, longing to feel his lips on hers again. "I want you, please."

He has to suppress the growl that wants to escape from his throat at hearing her. He has to do it right, for her.

"Okay, okay, let's just kiss for now, okay?" He says, stroking her cheeks, biting his lip at the twinkle in her eyes. "why don't we go to the sofa, mhm?"

"No, no– It's all cracked, let's go to m'room." Y/N looks down in embarrassment and takes his hand to guide him, but he stops her and yanks her around.

"Y/N, you don't have to be ashamed around me, never."

She thinks of all those times Liam avoided coming to her home because he disliked her environment.

With a little smile, she dares to leave a small kiss on his lower lip. "Let's go."

Her room is her little safe place, the only thing in her house she's proud of, and when she sees Harry sitting on her bed, it makes her chest feel inexplicably good, and her belly feel fuzzy.

"Cute." He said, looking around. "C'mere, will you?"

Y/N sits next to him and they kiss again, until she ends up in his lap without realizing it, with her hands on the back of his neck, playing with his curls, and his hands on her hips, holding her there.

She can't help but moan into the kiss and feel heated feeling the bulge press against her center, was this what the girls in her class talked about so much? she knew what sex was, of course, but she hadn't experienced something like this yet.

But this was it.

Harry broke away to catch his breath and she took the opportunity to speak, looking into his eyes in the dim light that came from her bedside table, she stroked his mahogany hair. "I wanna do it."

He couldn't help the current of electricity that ran through his body until it reached between his legs at the sight of her; disheveled, mouth parted and swollen, he knew Liam'd never seen her like this, and somehow that made it all the more arousing.

"Baby, we could do this all night long and I'll be the happiest boy on earth, you're not obligated to give me anything, alright?"

She wanted to cry at the sweetness in his words and the nickname, it felt nice when it was Harry saying it, so she only nodded. "But I want to, with you."

Harry sighed, nervous and excited. "Good– okay."

They kissed again and Y/N felt dizzy because of him. Harry gave those kinds of kisses that ate you whole, left you breathless and a mess wanting more.

He carefully turned them over, getting between her legs and kissing her neck. He couldn't help but thrust against her, emanating a moan from her that made him clutch the sheet in his hands.

Fuck, this was it, he was going to take her virginity. He wanted to do it well, perfect, and it seemed that he was achieving it.

His cock was hard against his black skinny jeans, and there was nothing he wanted more than to get rid of them, feeling it spasm everytime she made a sound or he looked at her.

His whole being burned with the need to taste her, feeling the sweat accumulating on his neck from the heat that was beginning to fill the room, never having felt so much desire for someone.

He kept kissing her neck without leaving any marks, sliding his hands down her leggings. "Can I get these off?" he asked, in a low tone.

Y/N's breath hitched, staring at the ceiling falling into reality. The heat in her low belly and the throbbing in her center gave her away, so she answered yes, letting go of her fears and ghosts for once.

She couldn't help her nerves as he put them away, Harry had probably seen a lot of naked girls, and this surely didn't surprise him at all. She felt the need to cover herself, until his lips on the skin of her thighs distracted her.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, looking down at him, meeting his eyes.

The sight was enough to make her shudder.

"Gotta get you ready." He answered, his voice almost desperate. "Just wanna make yeh feel good, love, would you let me?"

A moan wanted to escape from her throat at the sight of his face contorted with desire and longing, and it felt good to know that she was the one doing that to him.

"Yes, Harry– shit." She dropped her head back to the pillow, feeling the kisses rise to rest on her covered clit, where he left a wet kiss.

The new sensation made the wetness gather even more in her hole and she lifted her hips in search of something else, making him laugh. "Keep your hips like that, yes, good girl."

With the nickname doing its work, Y/N listened to him, keeping them in the air and she understood why when he slid her panties off her. Now, the atmosphere crashed against her, and made her whimper.

"H, please– ah, fuck!"

Harry took the first lick all over her cavity, crying out as the taste of it landed on his tongue, knowing his cock was already leaking. "You taste so fucking good."

He lashed out again, moaning against her and moving his head from side to side to create friction, and Y/N felt like she'd pass out right then and there. She didn't believe the pleasure was this strong, and noises leaked out as she clung to his hair for life.

His eyes rolled back, it was the best he'd ever tasted, and he would make sure it was that way forever.

He looked up, seeing her arched back and wishing the shirt wasn't there, so he tugged at it and she got the message, taking it off in a second.

Shit, if he thought she was perfect it was because he hadn't seen her whole yet, this was an angel, with erect nipples he longed to lick, Y/N was just what he'd always wanted.

He pulled his mouth back an inch to speak, looking at her. "Tell me if it's too much." He licked his middle finger before he pushed it inside her.

Her mouth opened in a perfect 'O' at the new sensation, and little whimpers came from her as Harry began to move it, brushing that spongy spot. "Yes, you're so good, taking it like the best girl, love."

The praise only made her more aroused, and the built up pressure was ready to release but she tried to hold on a little longer, especially when he licked again, sucking on her clit.

"You look so pretty, shit–" Harry said, watching his finger go in and out covered in her wetness, and decided to stick the second one in.

Y/N continued to moan at the new tightness, and felt complete with both fingers, feeling her orgasm draw closer as he began to thrust them into her.

He moaned against her, sucking her wetness and grinding his hips against the bed for some relief. "I bet he doesn't even know you this way, mhm? all naked and looking like a perfect mess just for him?"

She shook her head, unable to find the words, and removed her hands from his hair to tighten the sheets. "H, I'm– I'm gonna– I don't know what..."

"You're gonna cum, baby," He responded, watching her as his fingers moved inside her and his thumb played with her clit. "and I want you to do it all over m'face, could you do that for me, aye?"

With a small cry as she felt his tongue replace his fingers, Y/N arched her back and nodded, overwhelmed by the pleasure and wrapping his legs around Harry's shoulders. "Fuck!"

Her orgasm flooded his tongue, who tasted it with pleasure and continued to caress her bundle of nerves, Y/N she kept crying out st her first orgasm, feeling how her toes curled and the knot in her stomach unraveled.

He kept licking, reaching the insides of her thighs where he left kisses until she sat up in bed, connecting her gaze with his, which he understood instantly.

They leaned closer and kissed again, Y/N moaning at the taste of her in her mouth and she tugged at Harry's shirt, causing him to break away to throw it across the room.

He looked at his torso and inhaled agitatedly; she'd never seen him like this, the tattoos that decorated his body were perfect, just like him, and she raised a hand to caress his swallows.

Harry ran his hands up her back to lay her back on the bed, him fully on top of her now, and trailed his kisses down her collarbone to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth.

He licked it and with his other hand he gently squeezed the other, feeling his cock throb as he heard her moan. He needed to get his pants off of him, and now.

"Wait." He whispered, and stood at the side of the bed to quickly pull them off, nearly falling over and making her giggle. "Yeah, you keep laughing."

He looked at her from where he was standing and felt his heart about to jump out of his chest. Y/N looked at him with sparkling eyes, naked and looking like everything he ever wanted.

"Fuck you're gorgeous." He said, before pulling down his boxers.

She looked him up and down, feeling herself starting to get wet again after her orgasm. "Yeah? Why don't you show me?"

He laughed, repositioning himself between her legs and coming face to face with her. "Getting bold?"

"When I'm tired of waiting, yes." With a smile she answered, feeling confident knowing that Harry wanted her just as she wanted him.

She looked down, licking her lips at the sight of his dripping tip and felt the need to touch it, so she lowered her hand slowly and wrapped his shaft around her fist, making him groan.

"Fuck, Y/N, keep going– just like that." He stuttered, hiding his face in her neck where he left kisses.

She kept moving her hand up and down, occasionally collecting the moisture that came off the tip to make it easier, and felt her arousal drip onto the sheets.

After a few minutes, Harry stopped her. "I'm gonna cum if we don't stop, and I really wanna be inside you."

She felt excitement build in her stomach, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to imprison him, but he suddenly squeezed his eyes shut as if he'd remembered something.

"I... I don't have any condoms, I didn't think it would end this way." He confesses, embarrassed, and they both laugh.

"Don't worry, I'll take the morning after pill." Wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer, she leaves a kiss on his cheek, making him melt. "Just do it, H."

"Okay, tell me if it hurts."

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. It felt weird, after being afraid of physical contact for years, he would come and make her want to feel his touch all the time. She was always afraid to trust, but for the first time, she decided to live in the present, and not alone.

Thanks to her first orgasm, the tip of his member didn't hurt so much, but it definitely felt uncomfortable at first, although, thanks to his kisses on her body that kept her busy, it wasn't so bad.

He let out a ragged breath when he managed to get it all in, and dropped his head to her chest. "You're– you're so tight."

Y/N didn't say anything, just waited for the burning to subside until she didn't feel bad anymore, so she says. "Move, please."

Harry composes himself, adjusting his posture and beginning to slowly thrust into her, gritting his teeth against the wetness and heat that her walls gave him. It was too much.

He speeds up his movements until he finds a good pace, and his airplane necklace (...) moves against Y/N's face, who moans and watches it move.

Seeing the look on her face, he took off the accessory with one hand, and put it on her neck. "Take care of that fo' me, okay?"

She nods, too busy feeling good to respond, she moans, clutching at Styles' shoulders as he thrusts deep and slow.

"Feels nice, right?" he says, cocky. "Bet Liam wouldn't like this, but don't worry, he doesn't have to know."

Y/N doesn't know why the talk turns her on so much, but it does, and she squeezes around his cock, making him groan.

"I'll be good for you, I promise." He promises, before kissing her. "Even if it means hiding, it doesn't matter if I have you, Y/N."

"Harry." She whimpers as he hits her weak spot.

He grabs her hips, thrusting harder yet careful, feeling her arousal paint all over his cock and he looks down, admiring the view.

He feels his climax on the tip of his tongue, so he licks his thumb and slides it between their bodies to play with her clit, making her noises grow even louder.

Y/N didn't think about anything, didn't think about her mom, about Liam, about the problems, about nothing. All her senses could take in was Harry, Harry, Harry, and she wished it could always be this way.

She feels that intoxicating sensation again. "I'm– I'm gonna cum."

"Good, me too." Harry replies, pulling his cock out to the tip only to push it back in, tilting his head back in pleasure.

He keeps stroking her clit until he feels a sudden wetness and Y/N's walls tighten even more, indicating she'd cum, and he follows her with a glutural moan, falling on her chest.

They're both silent for a minute, their heavy breathing the only thing audible in the room. Y/N strokes his hair as she thinks about everything that just happened, she had her first time with someone other than her boyfriend, with her boyfriend's best friend...

She was a cheater, for god's sake.

Harry hears her heart race and feels her shift uncomfortably, so he settles down to get a better look at her. "Hey, you're okay?" he asks, caressing her cheek.

"If Liam finds out… fuck, Harry." tears sting her eyes, but he's quick to shush her, stroking his thumb over her skin.

"You want me?"

Y/N frowned. "Of course I do, thought that was clear."

"Then you have nothing to worry about, we'll fix it later, now…" He slid off her, making her sigh at the friction. "I wanna take a bath with m'girl."

She felt blood rise to her cheeks at the nickname and let him carry her to the bathroom.

His girl, no one else.

(...)

"You look ravishing lately, what is it?"

Liam's voice makes her jump in place, tearing her gaze away from the window to see her… “boyfriend” driving.

She smiles, remembering yesterday when she was at Harry's and they made breakfast together, her wearing his shirt while they danced and ate burnt toast but according to him it was exquisite "because she had made it."

Payne was right, for two weeks she's been happier than ever, and it's thanks to someone other than him.

She doesn't answer, too busy daydreaming until he says. "Y/N, look up for a second."

She does, raising her head until her neck is in full view, and he takes his eyes off the road for a second to stare at her and the chain on her neck reflected by the sunlight.

"When did you get that necklace?"

This time, she does look at him, completely stunned and scared, although he doesn't look angry, but genuinely curious.

And that's when Y/N realized that lie to Liam was really, really easy.

"Oh," She looks down, fiddling with the chain. "A friend gave it to me."

A friend– who was waiting for her at home.

"It's nice." Liam answered truthfully, once again focusing solely on the road. "It looks like one Harry used to wear."

She laughed, looking out the window, feeling the wind crash into her face and neck. Y/N looked at him again, shrugging and smiling innocently before saying:

"Really? I hadn't realized, his neck isn't a place I look often."

He just hummed without looking at her, not suspecting what she really meant and not knowing that since the day Y/N met Harry, he ceased to be important to her.

Yes, she had someone waiting on her, but she was also in love with someone else, and for love there was nothing written, right?

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