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LIFE AS WE KNOW IT

CATEGORY: 2.4k of Angst

PAIRING: Harry Styles x Reader

SUMMARY: After a bad date with Harry, the only thing you two have in common is the love for your God daughter, Emily. But when you get custody of her after her parents pass away, you two have to find a way to work together. [Based on the movie Life as we know it]

Blind dates. Now they weren’t really your thing but when your best friend Jade set you up with someone who was quote on quote “funny, adventurous and good looking” you couldn’t help but agree to it. Turns out he was her husband, Luke’s, best friend and his name was Harry, he was also a complete opposite as to how Jade described him because here he was showing up half an hour late to your house and that too with no car. It was not funny nor adventurous but you had to say, he did have good looks and also looked so familiar.

But alas, good looks didn’t mean much if you felt like his personality sucked so it was definitely not a great first impression but you let it go and continued to get into your car so you could get to the restaurant to finally start the actual date but some things were clearly more important to Harry and he dipped before you even got to the restaurant leaving you annoyed as you wasted your saturday evening, the only evening you actually got to yourself, because your bakery was always so busy, for a complete douchebag.

You groaned, pulling out your phone to dial Jades number and after a few rings she picked up.

“Hey babe! How’d the date go?” She asked, excitement evident in the way she spoke.

“Fuckin flopped. He dipped before we even got to the restaurant. Do me a favour and never set me up with anyone again” you groaned, finally stepping out of your car and making your way back inside.

You could hear some shuffling on the other end of the phone and you assumed it was Jade mouthing to Luke, letting him know how everything went down.

“I’m sorry, I swear he’s a nice guy. His job does require a lot of time so it was probably that” she replied making you roll your eyes.

“What, is he the king of England or something?” You scoffed, throwing your purse on the floor before pulling of your heels and heading to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink. After a failed date like that, a drink was exactly what you needed.

“No he’s a singer”

“Oh, so he thinks he’s better than everyone? Probably has a million chicks after him anyways. I’m gonna go now, enjoy your night” you say, finally realising why he was so familiar, you end the call and walk back into the living room to put your comfort show on.

You preferred spending your evening like this, in your own presence with a glass of wine and your favourite show on. Who needs a man anyways? They were a waste of time and always thought they were better than everyone else. Most of them just wanted one thing and that was pussy and Harry was probably one of them aswell.

The next time you saw Harry, the apparently “funny, adventurous and good looking” famous man who dipped before you date even started, was at Jades baby shower. Yep, she was pregnant and had decided to invite close friends only, including the guys which was unusual and it also meant you had to spend more time with Harry.

You couldn’t stand him but here you were, getting informed that you and Harry will be the baby’s God Parents. Of course, you were so excited because Jade was the first out of your friendship group to have a child and you know you’ll love the baby more than anything but it also meant that you’ll have to spend more time with Harry. Well if he wasn’t too busy being the singer that he was.

“So, guess you’ll be seeing more of me then” Harry chuckled awkwardly, hand rubbing the back of his neck. You couldn’t lie, it was unbelievably hot but you remembered you were mad at him so you scoffed and grabbed another cookie.

“Unfortunately” you reply, sitting down and taking a bite out of your cookie, mentally cursing Jade for putting you in this position. You knew she did it on purpose, making sure she left you two in the same room.

“Hey, look. Something came up alright, I swear I wanted to go on that date especially when I saw it was with you” he spoke, finding an excuse making you roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah, that’s why you showed up half an hour late yeah?”

“Look, I’m a busy man. I did apologise for that. I’m sorry.” He apologised once again, making puppy dog eyes, and that’s all it took for you to forgive him.

“Well then, what do you say about another date? It’ll be on me, don’t worry” he asked, desperately waiting for an answer as he sat down next to you.

“Yeah ok, I guess I’m down”

“Nice, so I’ll collect you at 7pm next Friday” he stated, and you nodded, finalising the date. Hopefully this time he’d actually show up.

But seriously, who were you kidding? It’s Harry so of course it happened again, you waited for a good hour the next Friday, before he finally came and did your doorbell, although he apologised profusely you couldn’t let it go this time so you shut the door on him and ran to your bedroom where you spent the rest of the night drinking away in your own company and you definitely did end up with a massive hangover the next day.

“I fuckin hate him Jade” you cry into her shoulder as you awkwardly hugged her, her bulging stomach coming in the way.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I know it’s hard babe, but I promise he likes you! He was literally texting Luke all nig- oh fuck” she gasped as you pulled away, her hand going to her stomach.

She looked up at you with wide eyes and then looked down to see the floor covered in some water. “Fuck, my water broke. Call Luke” she practically screamed making you reach into your pocket so you could pull out your phone to call Luke and let him know that his wife was going into labour right her, infront of you.

Not even five minutes later, Luke had came and taken Jade away to the hospital so they could go and have their baby.

It had been a few hours before you got the call from Jade herself, announcing to you that your God daughter had safely arrived and that you could come and see her. So you left for the hospital as soon as possible, excited to meet the bundle of joy and as Luke let you into the hospital room you see Harry, the one person you hoped you wouldn’t have to see, sitting close to the baby, his eyes bright as he looks at his god daughter.

You run over to give Jade a soft hug, making sure to be careful around her as you know giving birth mustn’t have been easy. “Congratulations you two, she’s beautiful” you say looking at the baby and your heart was melting from the pure love you were feeling.

“Does she have a name?”

“Yes, this is baby Emily Rose” Jade announces making you smile.

“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful baby” Harry spoke up, as baby Emily grab ahold of his finger making everyone chuckle.

You spend a bit more time in the hospital room before you’re finally leaving and Harry decides to walk you out, unfortunately.

“Hey, I’m so sorry. I mean it, something really important came up and my management needed me to be there so I got late.” He waffled making you roll your eyes.

“Save it Harry. You blew your second chance now leave me alone” and with that you get into your car. Sighing before turning on some relaxing music so you could ease your mind and drive home. That was the third time you went to bed after having drunk way more than you should have.

Why were guys so complicated for?

It had now been a while since you last saw Harry which was on Emily’s first birthday. Yes it had been a whole year since the little bubba was born and it had honestly been the best. You loved her with your whole heart and treated her like your own.

You were also trying to get yourself a man, you couldn’t be single forever and now that your bakery was at a good stage you thought it’d be a nice time to try and settle down so as you pulled up the tinder app on your phone, you get a call.

It was Jade calling you at 9pm which was very unusual as no one called you that late, especially her out of all people. So you quickly answered it.

“Hello ma’am could you please make your way to the police station” whoever was on the other line spoke and your heart sank, it sounded nothing like Jade and when the person explained they were a police officer you did your best to reach the station as quick as possible, your heart racing like mad.

“Im so sorry to inform you that Jade and Luke Smith have passed away in a car crash. You were Jades first contact and we also know you’re their daughters godmother so that’s why we called you. We’ve also informed the godfather and we’re hoping you could take their daughter for the night. She’s currently with an underage babysitter at their home. I know this is a lot to take in, we’re very sorry for your loss” the policeman informed you and you broke into tears.

How? You were literally talking to Jade not even an hour ago. If you knew it’d be your last time talking to her you wouldn’t have end the call earlier to watch a stupid series on Netflix as now none of that matters anymore. You just want your best friend back.

Just as you turn around you see Harry walk in, panting as he comes closer to you and all you could do was hug him and cry into his chest. He held you tight as he rubbed soft circles onto your back.

“Hey hey, whats happened? What’s wrong?” He asked and you pulled away, wiping your tears before blurting everything out to him.

It was clearly a lot to take in, hearing that your best friends has passed and that you could potentially be getting their child’s custody as you’re her godparents so he stood there, a single tear making it’s way down his face which you wipe away quickly and go to hug him again, for once finding comfort in him.

“It’ll be ok” you both mumble to eachother before finally making your way to go to Emily. Although she wouldn’t know what was going on, your heart couldn’t help but hurt for the poor girl.

You don’t know how you were gonna manage but you know you two will pull through and do whatever you can for your goddaughter.

You and Harry spent the night at Jades house, keeping Emily close to you, trying to protect her, scared that if you let her out of your sight something would happen to her.

You had lunch and with great difficulty managed to feed Emily whilst Harry pulled weird faces at her which helped surprisingly and once that was done, the door rang, informing you that the social worker has arrived to let you know what would happen to Emily.

“So you two must be Y/n and Harry, I’m Lucy and I’m going to be in charge of Emily’s case.” The social worker spoke, she pulled out some papers after taking a seat on the couch with you and Harry sitting opposite her, Emily in his arms as you fiddled with your hands, anxious to see what was going to happen.

“Yes that’s us” you reply, trying to get her to say what she has to say. You honestly couldn’t wait any longer. “What’s going to happen to Millie?” You ask urging her on.

“Well, as it says in Luke and Jades will, if there was anything to happen to them the custody of their baby would go to you two and so would this house” Lucy finally says after looking through the papers she had pulled out before and your eyes widen.

You knew it was most likely going to be you two taking custody of Emily but you didn’t know you’d have to live together for it, you two hate each other. You look over at Harry and he shrugs, saying a quick thank you before letting Lucy out.

Once he’s back you break out into tears, “I don’t know if I can do this Harry, I mean we hate each other and this house is so fuckin big, every corner I turn I’m reminded of them and I just can’t Harry. How are we going to cope?” You say, tears falling down your face and you bury your head into your hands, crying into them.

Harry came and sat next to you after putting Emily down in her baby walker, slowly rubbing your back.

“Hey listen to me, it’ll be ok. We’ve got this. I promise I don’t hate you, I’m sure we’ll get used to eachother and remember we’re doing this for Luke and Jade. They love Emily more than anything in the entire world, and out of everyone, they picked us y/n. Let’s just trust the process yeah?” He spoke, his voice deep and it somehow soothes you and you nod, going into hug him.

And ever since that day, you and Harry put your all into raising Emily. Every day you and Harry became closer and closer, not only loving Emily but loving eachother aswell and by the time it was her second birthday, you had officially started dating.

“I know this isn’t how relationships start out, having a baby, moving in together and then dating but that’s how ours started out and now I wouldn’t change it. You’re my family, you and Emily, I love you two with everything in me. Luke and Jade knew what they were doing” Harry said, after Emily’s birthday party as he cuddled into you two and you smile, knowing exactly what he meant.

“We love you too” you reply, kissing Harry and Emily before drifting off to sleep with your entire world in your arms.

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Omgg this is just so sweet , hot , cute and just perfect !!! Absolutely love it !! Also the part the where he said he’d want to be a f1 driver made me so happy (I love f1) ! 💗💗💗💗💗💗

Serendipity

You and Harry keep meeting at weddings. And only ever at weddings.

Word count: just over 9k (this is like woah for me)

Content: sexual content from the off. This was supposed to be fun and silly and I like to think it still is but I can’t help myself so there’s also angst and fluff 🥰

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

MASTERLIST

Harry’s got half his chest on show. It’s no surprise that after the ceremony and reception drinks, he’s railing you in a bathroom.

“Do not ruin this dress,” you pant. “It’s rented.”

“Fucking shit. Is that what you’re thinking about right now?”

“I have to return it on Monday.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Sorry we don’t all just wear the same suit over and oh-“

He smirks as he squeezes your thighs. The skin gives way to the pads of his fingers. You plant your forehead on his shoulder and gasp at the pace he’s set.

You hear his palm thud against the mirror behind you. Using his erratic rhythm as a warning you scramble one hand over his mouth, gripping the edge of the counter for stability. Thank god for these fancy stately homes and their huge marble countertops in private bathrooms.

The noise Harry makes vibrates against your palm and shoots through your veins triggering your body to clench around him. When he’s fucked himself out in you, you release his mouth and grab his chin, pulling him into a kiss.

He quickly sorts the condom. You watch him wipe sweat off his forehead as he turns back to you, pulling his lips into his mouth in a barely disguised smirk. While getting down on his knees and spreading your thighs with his warm hands, the light glances off his expensive-looking watch, and his eyes flicker to it.

“Shit!”

The sudden outburst makes you jump. Harry leaps to his feet and starts fumbling for your underwear off the floor.

“Shit shit shit shit shit.” He’s dragging your underwear roughly up your legs. You hop off the counter to take over pulling them up and straighten your dress, looking at Harry quizzically. He stares in the mirror, ruffling his hair and tucking and untucking curls behind his ears.There still the smudge of a handprint there.

“Do I look okay?”

You survey him. He looks dishevelled and panicky. Devilishly handsome but unmistakably unkempt. His suit was steel grey with a white tank top underneath, now a little stretched and askew where you’d been twisting it in your grip. He buckles his trousers and looks at you.

“I’m supposed to be giving my speech in like thirty seconds,” he says with desperate eyes.

You giggle. He pouts. You reach up and wipe the smudge of lipstick off his mouth, and his chin, and his neck. You have a feeling you’ll need to touch up your make-up before you leave the bathroom.

“Can’t believe you didn’t come,” he says, dipping down pick up his sunglasses from the floor and use them to hold his curls back. They’re a little longer than when you last saw him. You like it.

“You can make it up to me.”

“Let’s raise a glass to the brides and excuse me while I get back on my knees in the bathroom,” he says in a mocking tone.

“Sounds good to me.”

He moves to stand between your legs again, where you still balance on the edge of the cold bathroom counter. He nudges your nose with his to punctuate his next sentence. “Don’t pull anyone else while I’m gone.”

“Better talk fast then.”

You make it back to the main room just a minute or two into his speech. You find a place to stand near the wall to watch and listen. The whole room is captivated by him and you’re right there with them. Perhaps too much so.

The truth is, you arrived this morning ready to ignore him, just like he had you the time before. But when you saw him in his suit, sunglasses shielding his eyes from the early Autumn sunshine, you knew it would not be so easy. He came alone, you noted and your body betrayed you in a wash of heady relief. If he was alone, normality could continue. He could kiss you on the cheek and ask how you’ve been while his eyes flicker up and down your face. You could dance around each other all day before finally tumbling into a lockable bathroom, skipping the small talk.

Sure, you’d been interrupted, but you know he means it when he agrees to make it up to you. You accept a spare glass of champagne from a waiter, ready for Harry’s toast. He oozes charisma up there. His jokes are drenched in self-depreciation and though he is so, so different now, it reminds you of when you first met him, at a family wedding, young and tipsy. Harry had tagged along to the evening do as a friend of your cousin’s then-boyfriend, and he spent much of the night hitting on you.

At the time, you brushed it off because he was this up and coming pop star and you were YOUNG. You wanted true love and a boyfriend, not bragging rights. And yes, maybe when the band blew up a few short months later you smiled secretly remembering that night and how he followed you around like a puppy.

“Just one kiss,” you said, as though you were doing him a big favour.

“Really?” He grinned dopily and immediately shifted closer to you, glancing around before cupping your face with both of his hands.

You were outside of the venue, in the extravagant gardens with all the other teenagers who’d decided to play as adults, sneaking drinks and smoking. Harry had talked you into a walk around the building until you were just out of sight. He didn’t hold your hand. He asked you lots about yourself, which surprised you.

When you’d stopped by a wall, the sound of the ongoing wedding disco filtering through a window, he’d asked if it was okay to kiss you. His curly brown hair fell into his eyes and you knew you’d have to give in at least a little.

It was the hottest experience of your young life. There had been a couple of kisses before Harry, but nothing like this. The only way to describe him was keen. His eager body manoeuvring you with sheer momentum to lean against the wall.

The kiss wasn’t exactly practised. At times you both forgot to breathe and pulled away gasping but Harry was quick to find your lips with his again. He nudged and licked gently with his tongue but you felt shy.

“Have you done this before?” He mumbled, practically still attached to you. You don’t think he said it to embarrass you, but it certainly spurred you on to shove your tongue into his mouth and barely let him resurface for the duration of time you stayed tucked away. You’d show Harry Styles, you thought. You’d give him a kiss he wouldn’t forget for a while. (Of course, at that particular time you had no idea he’d be off dating models before long and surely your kiss would fade into a hazy memory).

You left that night sure Harry Styles would be someone you never met again, and you were okay with that. Each time you’d bump into each other was a surprise. Until over the years it became a bit of an inside joke. Years that led to now.

He’s bigger now, slightly taller and broader. His clothes fit like they’re made for him (because they probably are), and he walks like the world was made for him too. You smile fondly at the man you’d gotten to know through small snippets of your lives, as he weaves through the crowd after his speech. Even as he stops briefly to chat with other guests as he goes, his attention keeps returning to you.

“How did I do?” He says, grinning, he has two more glasses of champagne he’d picked up on the way. You take the one he holds out to you. You notice a new ring on his little finger and plan to admire it later, during pillow talk.

“Fantastic. I’m glad I got to hear it.”

“Me too,” he sips his drink and leans close to your ear. “You know, I was pretty close to getting married myself just to see you again.”

“Oh, is that so?” He’s moved half a step away from you to maintain a respectable distance, but his eye contact is anything but chaste. He stares at you like it’s a dare. One you don’t back out of, even as people move around you make their way to the buffet. You can smell Harry from a few paces away. And fair play to his aftershave, you think, for still going strong despite your sweaty antics half an hour ago.

“Just couldn’t find a willing participant,” he says with a grin equal parts cocky and shy.

“Now, I know that part is a lie.”

“Turns out people don’t wanna have a whole wedding just so the groom can chat up one of the guests.”

“I bet that actually happens more than you think.”

He cocks his head. “Fake weddings with an ulterior motive?”

“No.” You pause. “Well, maybe. I meant the groom chatting up other women.”

“I think there’s a song about that.”

“Oh yeah. What’s it called?”

“I’ll tell you when I release the album.”

You cough a laugh into your champagne. He smiles down at you as you unsexily wipe your mouth. You see those crinkles at the corner of his eyes that you love so much.

“Are you still working in the city?” He asks, when you recover.

“I actually get to travel a little more now. I think I’ve finally paid my dues.” You love your job, though it’s been a hard slog to get to that point. Sloane (the bride who Harry was not best manning for), had actually worked with you for your first few months years ago. She’d been a wonderful mentor to you at the time and while you’d wanted to believe she’d stay in touch, didn’t hold out much hope. As it happened, Sloane never disappeared and is still there even now, with the same no-nonsense advice you needed in your early twenties, and sometimes need now.

Watching her marry the love of her life today was magical. And the love of her life happened to be one of Harry’s closest friends. It’s a marvel, really. How had yours and Harry’s lives become so interwoven without the two of you ever being more than ships passing in the night?

“Oh, that’s great!” He beams like he really means it. “Do you ever get over to the US?”

You shake your head. “Not yet. Mostly Europe. Canada in a few months. Maybe soon though.”

“You’ll have to let me know your schedule. In case we overlap.” He sips his drink. The delicate glass emphasises the hugeness of his hands. You remember them scooping under your thighs and effortlessly lifting you in the bathroom.

“Sure. I can do that,” you say, casually.

“I really mean it.” He’s holding your gaze.

“Oh,” you say weakly. What else can you say? You can’t really believe him. You and Harry have never done more than exchange a few polite DMs; you never meet up until chance brings you together.

You vaguely realise Harry is holding your elbow. Something feels different and you don’t know what to do with it. “I can see some friends on the dance floor,” you say. “I better join them.”

“Speak to you later?” He asks, still holding your elbow because he wants an answer.

“Of course.”

You glance over your shoulder when your heel touches the tiles of the dance floor. Harry is watching you and raises your glass. You smile and try to tamp down your excitement.

The first time you officially hooked up at a wedding (that didn’t include teenage fumbling and making out), you had brought a plus one and he hadn’t. You weren’t expecting to see him that day, or ever again honestly. And if even you HAD known he was coming, that wouldn’t have changed you bringing your date.

“‘Scuse me, darling.” He scooted past you and for a moment you didn’t recognise him. It was a gorgeous summer day and he wore sunglasses, a shirt unbuttoned down to his belly button and hair that curled on his shoulders.

Harry was, by that point, unmistakably famous. But the wedding was your cousin’s and everyone was trying hard to act like it wasn’t out of the ordinary to have paparazzi in the car park with zoom lenses trained on the sprawling lawn where everyone was gathered for drinks and photos and more drinks.

“Harry!” You couldn’t help the surprised exclaim.

He turned from the rustic serve-yourself bar and lifted his sunglasses up. “YN, I thought you’d be here.” He said it like you were old friends, not two people who met once a few years back.

“I didn’t even think of you,” you said. Harry raised his eyebrows. “Oh. I mean…I didn’t expect you to be here. I thought you’d be busy. Jack didn’t mention you coming.”

“I kind of asked him not to mention it actually.”

“Yeah. Yeah that makes sense.”

You stood and assessed each other, mutely tracing over each other's outfits and faces and bodies, cataloguing what was different. Harry’s features were sharper, more mature. The slight smile on his face was playful.

“You look stunning,” Harry said eventually. You smiled and self-consciously straightened your midi summer dress. While doing so, you suddenly remembered the man standing directly beside you watching the entire exchange.

“Ah! Harry, this is Sam. Sam, Harry.”

Harry leaned forward and shook Sam’s hand politely. “Nice to meet you man.”

Sam was unbothered. Or didn’t show if he was. Sam didn’t really show much of anything.

“Sam is…here with me,” you finished, hand waving at the man limply.

“Mhm. I see that.” Harry’s smirk was wider. “Have fun with each other, then. Maybe we’ll catch up later.”

You did catch up later - when Sam was drunk with some other lads at the bar, and you were chewing your nails a distance away wondering if it was wise to bring someone you were just ‘dating’ to a family wedding.

Harry walked past you at first. Paused. Back tracked.

He tilted his head at you and made a silent decision.

“Wanna come smoke somewhere?”

“I don’t smoke.”

“Yeah. No doubt. Wanna come anyway?”

With a shrug, you followed him.

“By somewhere, I thought you meant outside.”

“It’s too risky.”

You assumed he meant the cameras and social media and fans and gossip, but he didn’t offer any more than that. His joints were pre-rolled and tucked in the inner pocket of his jacket. You sat down side by side in the tiny cupboard space Harry had found by opening random doors down the corridor.

“Do you want some?” Harry held the joint aloft between you. You glanced around the tiny space. It was dim, and stuffy, full of people’s coats and a few mops.

“What if there’s a smoke alarm in here?”

“There isn’t.”

“You’re gonna make these people’s coats stink of weed.”

“They won’t know it’s us.”

“I’ve never actually smoked before.”

“Oh!” He withdrew his hand and looked apologetic. “You don’t have to.”

You watched him click a cheap-looking lighter a few times until it caught and lit the end of his joint. He sucked in a deep inhale and dropped his head back on the pile of coats behind him. His eyes were closed which gave you ample time to admire him. Admire sounded extreme yet it was the only way to describe the way you raked your gaze over him. He licked his pink lips and huffed a little in contentment.

“Actually,” you started, causing him to open his eyes and look at you curiously. “I will try a bit. If that’s okay.”

A smile spread slowly across his wide mouth.

“More than.”

You had a tiny puff. It probably didn’t even do anything. But it felt risky and exciting and when Harry leaned to take it back from you his shoulder touched yours and didn’t leave. You sat pressed into each other’s sides, facing the shut door that Harry had feebly attempted to block with a bucket.

“Sam seems nice.”

Your brain worked hard to figure out what the hell he was talking about. “Oh, yeah.” Your date. “He’s fine.”

Harry snorted a laugh and coughed on air. “Fabulous review, then.”

“There’s just no spark,” you said, like you’d heard people say on TV.

“That’s no good.” Harry tutted and shook his head, not breaking eye contact. Were you imagining things or did they already look glassy? And how had you ever thought his features were sharp? Every bit of him looked soft, supple. Malleable to your touch. Not knowing when it happened, you found you were touching his squishy bottom lip with your thumb.

“No,” you agreed. “Not good.”

“Sounds like you shouldn’t see him again.” Harry had another drag and turned to blow the smoke away from you.

“I probably won’t. I’ll tell him tomorrow. I don’t think he’d understand a word I say the amount he’s drank tonight.”

He paused to put out the joint on the underneath of his boot. “So you’re basically already over then?”

You were going to answer something along the lines of, technically we’re not together, but he kissed you.

Then you were on your back snogging on the floor. Harry manoeuvred your legs apart by holding the back of your knees with his warm hands and the way the jeans he’d worn with his suit brushed your inner thighs made you shudder.

You knew as soon as your shoulders touched the rough carpet that kissing wouldn’t be enough for you this time.

He had a condom in his pocket and asked twice if you wanted to. He asked while his fingers stroked through your folds and the first time you whined like something desperate. The second time he asked he was the one who sounded desperate, so you breathed a hurried yes in his ear.

“Do you need some more…?”

“No. Please just fuck me.”

You’d never spoken like that in your life.

He fucked you in that cupboard and kissed you through an orgasm and pulled out when he needed to cum, even though he was wearing a condom. For one crazy moment you wanted to tell him you were on the pill; ask him to take the condom off first. But you bit your lip against the thought.

Afterwards, he kissed your neck and smoothed your dress all over with his hands. You did the same with his flimsy shirt. It started as just a way to make you both look presentable again but morphed into feeling each other up.

“I could feel you all night.”

“Is that the weed talking?”

“A little bit. This dress feels nice. You look good in it.”

“Thank you.”

Harry led you back to the dance floor a while later. He bought you a shot and made you laugh with jokes he murmured only to you. You think at one point he attempted to lift you dirty dancing style. He may have even succeeded. In the taxi home, you turned to Sam.

“Thank you for coming with me. I don’t think we should go on another date though.” Sam had his head out of the window and groaned a response. Good enough.

You found a strip of goofy photo booth pictures in your bag the next morning, and a follow from harrystyles on instagram. You had to disable comments thanks to that, though you never told Harry that detail.

You haven’t smoked again since that night. It’s not something that takes your fancy. Harry’s never offered to share a smoke again since, either. Though that doesn’t mean he’s kicked all his habits.

Harry is currently pressing you into a wall and planting short but deep kisses to your lips, like he’s trying to tear himself away but take his time simultaneously. One hand cups your shoulder while the other grazes the skin at the back of your thigh, not so innocently.

He had found you again when you were still dancing. Or more like, your back had literally bumped into his side and he turned from the man he’d been speaking with to survey you. His drink (something dark and definitely no longer champagne) had spilled a little on your dress.

“Sorry, love. Come with me, let’s get that dried off.”

He’d swept you around the side of the room with a hand on your back, fingertips brushing the bare skin between your shoulder blades as he led you to the first empty corridor he found. His body crowded yours into a dark corner.

You speak into the next kiss.

“Do you remember when I had a boyfriend and you snuck me into that cupboard?”

“A few things to correct there, lovie.” He draws his wet lips over your ear. “One: he wasn’t your boyfriend and he was never going to be, let’s be real. Two: it wasn’t a cupboard. I have more class than that. It was a…closet, at least.”

You cackle, not delicately or sexily. The way you laugh with your friends. “Was there another point or is that it?”

Harry pulls back and smirks at you. “Three: I was going through my horn dog phase and probably hadn’t had sex in like, six days by that point.”

“Are you saying you ever got past that stage?”

“It comes and goes. I’m learning to manage the condition.”

Having rested enough, you kiss him again. You scoop a handful of his curls and squeeze. Harry makes a short, deep noise into your mouth. You feel it more than hear it. He breaks from you just enough that he can speak. You can still feel the whisper of his facial hair.

“I’m starting to think you’re not actually invited to any of these weddings and you’re just making excuses to see me.”

“Funny. I was thinking the same about you.”

“Guess we’re both wedding crashers then.”

You smile wide and finger the collar of his suit. “Is this the same suit as last time?”

“No. It’s brand new.”

“Hm, that’s unlike you.”

“I think it’s good to reuse the things you like.”

“Mhm. Is that what you’re doing with me?”

Harry moves further away. He props his hands either side of your head and frowns at you.

“Is that what you think I’m doing?”

You squirm. He pushes his hips square to yours. They’re level, thanks to your heels. “Maybe not exactly like that.”

“Do you remember two summers ago. The beach wedding?”

“When it rained half the day?”

“That’s the one.”

You bite your lip. “That was a fun night.”

“I know.” His eyes twinkle mischievously and you can’t help but bite your lip and turn your gaze down. That was the night Harry fucked you on the balcony of his hotel room overlooking the ocean, though all you saw were stars swimming through watery eyes as Harry tilted your head to his shoulder and clasped his hand around your throat.

“I think I said some wrong things that night. I should have taken them back then. Or at least before now. But I didn’t mean them. And I’m sorry.”

That night, after the second round, Harry had stood naked on his balcony looking at the sky. You lay on the bed, chin propped up by your hand, admiring the delicious curve of Harry’s bum.

“It’s always so easy with you,” he’d started. “I wish other girls were this simple.”

You screwed your face up, even though he couldn’t see. “Did you just ‘not like other girls’ me?”

Harry laughed and turned to walk over to you. He straddled you from behind, pushing his hands up your back. “I just like knowing how we work. It’s familiar, you know. I don’t feel like I have to work for it.”

Later, you’d reflect and wonder if you should have taken offence. At the time, you accepted it as a confirmation of what you were and would never be. You were the one who decided to be okay with it. That wasn’t on Harry.

“I didn’t take it personally,” you say now, truthfully. You’re fine with just sex. Sex with Harry is an event. Glorious for the very reason it doesn’t happen every day. You remember every time you’ve shared together with alarming clarity. Sometimes you found yourself directing partners to do things the certain way Harry did it, and they never quite pulled it off.

“I don’t…” Harry lifts a hand off the wall and rests it on your collarbone. His skin is impossibly warm. The music in the room over begins to fade out and you can’t tell what’s real or what’s blood rushing in your ears. “I don’t think I treated you as kindly as I should have.”

“I’m a big girl. I’ve always known what this is. I’m happy with it.”

He studies your face a few moments longer, eyes flicking between your eyes, your lips, your pulse point. “I think they’re cutting the cake,” he says.

Harry stands with you while you watch the cake being cut. As the brides feed each other and the crowd whoops, he dips his mouth to your ear.

“Hey, I actually wanted to ask you about something.”

“Sure.” You twist to look at him, face lit up with all colours of the disco lights. You’re curious now. Harry wouldn’t normally preamble a question like that. He’d just ask it. Something was shifting tonight.

“I wanted to talk to you about it a bit ago. But it seemed weird to speak about it, you know…”

“Not at a wedding?” You offer, smirking.

“I meant not in person, actually. I was wondering if-“

“Harry!” Someone calls, swoops in and interrupts the moment. You smile benignly and as you turn to leave politely you feel his fingers brush your wrist. You look at him but he’s already engrossed in conversation. That’s okay because he’ll seek you out again when he’s ready. He’ll find you and he’ll have you. Because you’re easy like that.

You take your leave to finally locate and congratulate the brides. On your way back from fetching a slice of cake, you pass Sloane, hunched over in a rare moment of solitude for her wedding day. She’s stacking a plate with as much leftover buffet as will physically fit. You touch her back gently and she looks up, beaming through a full mouth.

“You look amazing,” you say, earnestly. “Crumbs and all.”

“Thanks.” She stops talking to swallow. “Can you pretend we’re having a really serious conversation so no one interrupts us while I actually eat something?”

“Oh, of course.” You arrange your eyebrows into a serious furrow. “It was a beautiful ceremony.”

“I’m glad you could make it,” Sloane frowns back at you. “And oh my god, tell me about your new job.”

“It’s not new…”

“You get paid more though?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“About time. They knew what you could do the day you first walked in.”

You chat for a few minutes while Sloane stuffs as much of the buffet into her mouth as she can between sentences.

“And what about you and Harry?”

Cake halfway to your mouth, you freeze. “Harry?”

“Yes. And you.”

You laugh, then quickly stop when Sloane glares. “What about Harry?”

“You’ve been trying to find a way to stand next to each other all day.”

“Have not.”

“Loren was worried he’d miss his best man speech because he was wandering around looking for you.”

You flush hotly. “Well, he didn’t.” With a touch of luck.

“Nice to catch up?”

You shrug now. “I mean, I guess. We haven’t had chance to talk, really.”

Sloane grins widely. “Oh, I imagine.”

You bring one hand up to cover your eyes. “God. Shut up. I know it’s your special day blah blah blah. But please shut up.”

“Whatever, I know you’re just having fun. You deserve to get your kicks. But be careful.”

You uncover your face and squint at her. Surely she’s not about to give you a talk about protection. She’s almost ten years too late and also not your mother.

Sloane continues. “This girlfriend he has-“ You physically feel your heart plop into your gut. “-he’s just moved her in with him. I reckon it could be serious. Though who even knows with Harry, from what Loren tells me. I just don’t want you getting muddled up in all that.”

You can only stare and eventually, blink a couple of times. Sloane’s face morphs almost comically from sincere but relaxed into one of horror.

“Oh my god. Didn’t you know? You didn’t know. I thought you always seemed quite close. I thought you’d know.”

Know he has a girlfriend? Yeah, even you think that should have come up. Some out-of-body thought examines the situation clinically. It says ‘huh, interesting reaction YN’. It pokes and prods at the twisting in your chest. It slices through your middle wonders what happened to ‘I know what this is and I don’t mind’.

“We don’t know each other that well, to be honest.” You aren’t even sure how much of a lie that is. How do you say ‘I’ve known him since we were seventeen but also, I clearly don’t know him’? “I mean, I know he had a girlfriend a few months back. I assumed they were over.”

“Shit, YN. What an absolute arse he is! Do you want me to ask Loren if I can tear him a new one?” Sloane looks genuinely horrified and it makes you feel guilty.

“No. No, don’t be silly.” You aim for nonchalant and sound flat, hollow. “You two need to enjoy your night.”

“She’ll be so cross with him. We know he’s a bit of a rascal but we always thought he was honest about it.”

“There’s nothing between Harry and I. We’re barely friends. There was nothing he needed to be honest about.” You’re scrambling for things to say. If you were honest, yes, it’s because you don’t want any kind of drama on your friend’s wedding day, but also you feel like by convincing Sloane this really isn’t a big deal, you may believe it yourself.

“Anyway, he’s coming over right now and I don’t think it’s to tell me my dress reminds him of meringue…again.”

“He’s coming here?” Do you sound panicked? Is it obvious?

“Yes.”

“Right this second?”

“I give it three seconds.”

You look over your shoulder and Harry is a few steps away.

He grins. “Hi.”

You open your mouth. That’s as far as you get.

“Fuck,” Sloane says, making you look back at her. “The in-laws are waving and I’ve already fobbed them off twice. I’d say I’ll see you later but honestly, Loren and I have already planned to sneak away in an hour.” For a second, she looks at you intently. Do you need me to get you out of this? In that moment you know without a doubt she’d take you back to her honeymoon suite if you indicated a need to escape. You don’t need it at work anymore, but you’ll always be grateful for her fierce protectiveness of you. You smile confidently and she nods before disappearing in a wave of meringue-y white fabric and you’re left once more with Harry.

“Is she okay?” Harry frowns after her. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his trousers.

“She’s just tired, I think. It’s an overwhelming day.”

He looks at you and tilts his head. “Shit, are you okay?”

Just over six months ago was the last time you’d seen each other. It was a gorgeous ceremony in a secluded woodland strewn with fairy lights and marquees. You knew he’d be there and secretly thrilled at the thought of wandering off into the trees with him and his wandering hands.

There she was, though, and you knew it would happen sooner or later, holding his hand. You’d never realised before how intimate hand-holding really was. She was stunning and fitted from head to toe in the designer you knew Harry worked with. Harry carried her clutch around for her and fetched both their drinks.

Cute, you’d thought. A little disappointed you couldn’t enjoy some drunken flirting with him but excited to see him nonetheless. You knew, sooner or later, one or both of you would have to grow out of this thing. Perhaps you were a little surprised it was Harry first. You planned to tease him about it.

Except, you never got near him. He avoided your eye and dodged any conversations you were part of. The one time you deliberately made your way over to him, he quickly stood and dragged his girlfriend to the centre of the marquee to dance.

So that was that. He had a girlfriend and he didn’t want to know you. Fine. No bother.

Except some very small part of you, the paranoid part, wondered if he was avoiding facing you with a girlfriend because he was worried you’d say something. But what could you say? Hi I’m a girl Harry has been having casual sex with on a very occasional basis for the better part of our adult lives. Would it even matter? Surely she knew Harry had casual sex, and it wasn’t like you’d ever cheated on a partner with each other. Technically.

The thoughts had plagued you on and off for those six months. You weren’t hurt exactly. Miffed. Slightly offended. You felt a little used.

Of course you’d always known he’d dated. You had too. You’d been in relationships of varying levels of commitment. Somehow, you were always single when you met Harry. You always thought it was serendipitous that Harry was always single too. If that wasn’t true now, maybe it hadn’t been in the past either. It makes the whole thing feel sullied.

“YN? Are you okay?” He’s repeating. “Is that cake laced with something? You look all spacey.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you have a girlfriend?”

You’re not sure what you were expecting. Shock. Surprise. Embarrassment at being called out. Instead, Harry’s face turns to steel. His shoulders lift and lock in place.

“Who told you that?”

“Doesn’t matter. It should have come from you.”

“It matters because I’m used to the media gossiping about my personal life, I shouldn’t expect it at the wedding of one of my best friends.”

“Seriously? Don’t play the ‘I’m so famous’ card with this. How many times? How many times have you slept with me when you had a girlfriend or boyfriend?”

“Never,” he says through his teeth.

“Until tonight?”

“Why are you getting mad before letting me explain?”

You gape at him. “Why am I getting mad?”

He shrugs. “Yeah. You said you were happy with how things are. Now you’re changing your mind based on something one person told you?”

You ignore the first part, unsure what to do with it. “The wife of one of your best friends isn’t just another person Harry.”

He clenches his jaw and his nostrils flare. You look around the two of you as though remembering you were at the side of a very full room. A few glances are being shot your way. You expect this to bother Harry but he won’t budge his eyes from you.

You feel a bit sick. The cake is probably delicious. You hate yourself for leaving it, on a plate you dump on the nearest table. Childishly, you knock Harry’s shoulder as you walk past.

“For the record,” you say, unable to resist turning around. He’s already facing you, expression hard. You try to speak low enough that only he hears. You’re all but hissing at him like a feral cat. “I’m okay being easy and a safe bet to sink your dick into. I’m not okay being the person you shag behind your girlfriend's back. The girlfriend you didn’t have the decency to even tell me exists.”

The venue doesn’t have a hotel. It has individual sleeping pods, miniature cabins built for a maximum two people to sleep and shower in. It means walking in the dark without saying goodbye to anyone, but you’ll be okay.

“YN!”

You walk faster away from the shout. You have to concentrate because it’s dark and these paths are filled with uneven gravel.

“YN…” His voice is softer now. He’s closer. Jesus fuck did he run to catch up to you? You wish you weren’t in heels. Though when you reach your pod and turn to face Harry, they help you feel confident.

“What?” You glare at him. To his credit, he ducks his head.

“YN, I guarantee whatever you’ve heard is not the full story.”

“Harry.” You sigh and press the heels of your palms to your eyes. You regret that when they come away with black smudges on them. “I don’t doubt I haven’t heard the whole story. But I’ve heard enough.”

“I bet if I-“

“Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have a girlfriend who’s just moved into your house?”

“I- I don’t know how to answer that without making things worse.” Even though he says it miserably, you laugh coldly. “She’s just a friend.”

“Living in your house?”

He doesn’t deny it, just looks at you blankly. He doesn’t look angry anymore. More exhausted. Out here in the night, his face is lit only by the tiny solar lamps hanging outside your pod. His eyes are wide. He could be seventeen again begging you to kiss him.

“She’s just a friend, living in your house, who your other friends believe is your girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“And you still fucked me in a bathroom two hours ago? You still flirted with me all night like you’re single.”

“I am single,” he starts, defensive, again. Or frustrated. You can’t tell. “I can flirt and fuck who I want.” You suck in a breath. “Shit, YN.” He grips the hair at the top of his head. “I didn’t mean to sound like such a dick. There’s things I can’t explain right now. There’s things I wanted to explain tonight. It’s just… complicated.”

Suddenly, you feel as exhausted as Harry looks. “It’s fine. You don’t need to explain anything. You just need to know that I’m not doing this,” you point your finger between the two of you back and forth. “If it’s not transparent.”

“I don’t think I want to do this either,” he says quietly.

You blink at him. “Okay. Well. We’re in agreement then.”

“Yes, but,” Harry is actually wringing his hands. His fingers are twisting and pulling at each other. “You’re still my friend? Aren’t you?”

It isn’t what you expected him to ask, as though he changed his mind halfway through speaking.

“Harry, I don’t know what being your friend means.”

His face crumples a little. You almost want to take it back and tell him of course you’re friends. But is being Harry’s friend being someone he lies to? Someone he fucks while he plays house with another ‘friend’? Someone he only sees by chance and sleeps with out of convenience? Nothing about this feels ‘easy’ anymore. A clean break is probably best. And should be pretty easy to achieve.

Harry hasn’t answered you. He’s blinking in quick succession.

“I’m going to go to sleep now.” You scan your key and slide the door to the pod open. Harry’s still stood there when you close it behind you and when you draw the curtains across it. You stand still in the dark and hold your breath until you hear him crunching away through the gravel.

After a shower, you lay in bed and stare at the curved ceiling above you. You know now there’s no going back. Harry had said it himself. The allure of you was the simplicity, the familiarity. You’d blown that into smithereens. Though you’re trying to be proud of yourself for that. You had done the right thing.

You would love to say it’s just the sex that enamoured you to Harry, but that would not be strictly true. His dry humour always got you going and he’d been sweet too.

You keep going back to the one wedding you were both at that you didn’t end up in bed together. Well, technically you did. But nothing sexual transpired. You were on your period. You usually timed your birth control around big events but you’d recently come off it for health reasons. When Harry had appeared at your hotel room door, you rolled your eyes.

“I told you. I’m not having sex with you or anyone tonight.”

“I don’t care.”

Harry truly didn’t seem care and still spent the night with you. He messed with the shitty hotel television until he found a movie they’d missed the beginning of, and then he proceeded to talk all the way through the rest. He ordered room service and made you laugh by giving the concierge a ridiculous fake name.

He asked you about your childhood pets and your dream home (a rabbit and somewhere old). You asked him what he’d want to do if it wasn’t music (be a house husband or a formula one driver - maybe both). You fell asleep together before Harry got around to taking his clothes off. He’d been gone before you woke up, of course, but he’d doodled on the notepad by the phone. A picture of a house with a rabbit outside, a badly drawn racing car on a winding path leading to the front door.

When you doze off, you dream of that big house and it’s big door. Someone is knocking. Someone is knocking and it’s the early hours of the morning.

Your body moves heavily across the pod to the door, opening the curtains to Harry’s face inches from the glass. The sky is a few shades lighter than midnight black. You slide back the door and before it opens more than a crack Harry is speaking.

“She’s pregnant.”

You stare at him and seriously consider if you’re still asleep.

“Shit, YN. It’s not mine. We never even-” he sighs. “Can I come in?”

You step aside. Harry sits down on the bed because there is nothing else to sit on. You secure the door again and opt to stand in front of him. His jacket is gone but he’s still in a tank and suit trousers.

“This isn’t really my information to share, so will you promise it doesn’t leave this room…cabin…pod thing?”

You don’t point out he’s already blurted the biggest secret. You just nod.

“Her name’s Kim. We never were dating. We didn’t sleep together.” He pauses here, looking at you, wanting to make sure you heard it. “But we are friends. She’s not my girlfriend but we may have…lent into the pretence more than was necessary.”

You shake your head to indicate you still don’t get it.

“She had a shitty ex and a shitty time. At the time, it was mutually beneficial for us to play along. It was good for her image, for getting her ex to back off. It was good promo for the album.”

“Your friends really think you were dating, though. Loren thinks you're dating.”

“I know it’s fucked up. It’s not that I don’t trust Loren implicitly. You just can’t leave any margin of error for these things. I never outright lie to anyone. I’m good at just…avoiding questions.”

You have to laugh at that. Harry, who had been looking down at his shoes, peeks at you hopefully.

“Does anyone know it’s not real?”

“My manager. My mum, my sister. Now you. That’s probably it.”

“And now she’s pregnant? Aren’t people going to think…?” You don’t need to finish the question.

Harry shakes his head. “No. The baby is with someone new she’s been seeing. Seeing for real. We’ve been talking about easing off on the narrative.”

“And moving in with you is easing off on the narrative?”

“She’s crashing in one of my spare houses while her place is renovated and baby-proofed.”

“Seriously?” It’s not that you don’t believe him. You’re pretty sure you do. The whole thing just seems just bizarre enough to make everything make sense.

“The baby was a surprise, but hopefully, a good one. I just wanted to help her out. YN…” He reaches out and the pod is so damn small he can reach your hip. You don’t shake him off. He slides his thumb under your pyjama top and smooths it over the skin. “I’m not saying I haven’t fucked up here. But a lot of these misunderstandings happen because nobody ever asks me outright what’s going on with me.”

He speaks softly. You know he’s not trying to jibe at you, or insult his friends. There’s something sad layered underneath it.

“Is she who you brought to the wedding in Edinburgh last summer?”

“Yes.”

“You avoided me all night.”

“I wish I hadn’t. I think you’ll get on.” You clock the future tense.

“Why?”

“She’s very down to earth, like you.” He holds both your hips now and moves you slowly towards him. You don’t resist. “And funny.”

“No, I mean. Why did you avoid me all night? If she wasn’t your girlfriend, even if she was your girlfriend? Why couldn’t you at least have come and said hi.”

“Because I really like you. I was in this weird, not-real relationship and I either had to explain that to you and have you think I’m a crazy, terrible person. Or stand there and watch you think she was my girlfriend. I didn’t like either option.”

“I do think you’re crazy. Not terrible though.”

You’re standing right above him now. He tilts his neck to look up at you. The eye contact makes you dizzy enough to hold his shoulders for stability.

“You know, that night I said you were easy,” he winces slightly when he repeats the word. “I was thinking about how my life is so complicated. So absurd. Outside of my family, you felt like this one fixed point I kept coming back to. We didn’t have to plan it. I didn’t want to plan it. We were effortless and for once I wanted something in my life to be that simple. I kept thinking, I know I’ll see her again and we’ll be different but everything will be the same. I wish now I’d fucked that stupid idea off and just called you.”

“You’re a romantic, Harry Styles.” His arms wrap around you.

“Is that not how you saw it?”

“More like, the longest running fuck buddy in history.”

Harry laughs and then he pulls you down to kiss him.

“You know,” you murmur, when you pull away. “Saying you’re letting her stay in ‘one’ of your houses makes you sound like a rich prick.”

“I can accept that.” He leans back on the bed and you go with him, still wrapped up in his arms. While you kiss he shifts you both back on the bed, bumping his hips against yours. Settled in place, you continue to chase that friction, oscillating your body against his. His hands run over your back and cradle your head.

“Can you tell me something?” He says, keening his hips up and up and up to meet yours. You don’t think you’re in a fit state to tell him anything just yet but hum for him to continue. “Why were you bothered tonight when you thought I had a girlfriend? Was it just the cheating thing?”

There were so many reasons and you could be angry at him for asking. You were upset to be lied to, to be used, to be insignificant, and yes, because you didn’t want him to be a cheat. But also,

“Because I want you to be just mine.”

In that moment you want nothing more than to feel his weight on top of you. Blissfully, he understands, pushing you away from him and pressing his lower half down against you. You groan and grab his biceps.

“This fucking tank top,” you whine.

“Want me to leave it on?” Harry is licking patterns on your neck. You shake your head.

“Maybe next time. Take it off.”

Naked and basking in pleasure, Harry dances his fingers through your folds and leans over you. His face is serious.

“I still want to talk to you about something.” He ends his sentence with two fingers sinking inside you and you release a breath.

“Not now. After.”

He takes it as a promise and makes you cum on his fingers. “That’s what I owed you,” he says in a raw voice.

“That’s not enough,” you pant, desperately.

“I’m not finished.” He keeps his fingers right where they were and sucks kisses down your body. You have a brief moment between orgasms where you try to think clearly. You try to pinpoint what’s changed. You know now Harry doesn’t have a girlfriend. So things can continue as normal. But this feels so monumentally different.

“Look at me.” You’ve never heard a man actually growl before. “I’m going to eat you and you’re going to look at me when you cum. Understand?”

You lift up on your elbows and nod dumbly. He drags his bottom lip over your sensitive clit and smiles at the way you twitch. “Good girl, my love. Like you watching me. Reckon you’re the only one who sees me like this.”

You can’t pause to wonder what he means because he’s sucking his mouth over you in a way that ties you up in knots only to undo you all over again.

Your vision is blurry but you watch him just as he’d asked. Some silly part of you thinks he looks adorable like this, even as you pulse and soak his chin and hand.

For a while after, you just kiss. You feel like mush and hormones are still fizzing all around your body.

“Do you want to talk now?” You ask, voice thick. He shakes his head and you’re so close your noses brush.

“Couldn’t. Not until…” His erection bumps your hip and you understand. You hadn’t realised how turned on he was until he’s fucking you at an agonisingly slow pace. He’s on his knees, grinding into you like this is the last orgasm he’s ever going to have.

“Please,” you say, shakily. You draw a leg over his hip and pull him into you. He grabs your ankle with one hand and moves to press your foot against his shoulder, dragging out and pushing in again at a glacial pace.

“Let me have my fun. You had yours,” he mumbles against your ankle.

So you let him. And the second you relax into it you know what he was up to. Your hunger for him seems stronger than ever. Moving slow like this, your limbs fall in sync with his. His eyes lock on yours and his gaze is as soft as his movements.

You don’t know how long the two of you move like that for, but eventually your foot slips off his shoulder and your legs splay open. Harry follows suit and flattens himself over you. The pressure is delicious, both on your clit as he continues to grind and the heaviness of him on your chest.

The orgasm almost blacks you out and Harry’s colourful swear words swim in your consciousness. When he’s wrapping you in the covers and kissing your hair you mumble, “Can we talk in the morning?”

A soft laugh. “Yeah, lovie. We can.”

When you wake, for a second you think Harry hasn’t stayed the night. Until you realise it’s him slowly sliding the pod door shut that woke you up. He’s grimacing as it squeaks. Tiptoeing over to you in jogging bottoms and hoodie, even though your eyes are open.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.” You’ve never heard his morning voice before. You think it’s better than that first stretch of the day.

“You’re not in a suit”

“Should I be?”

“No, it’s just…” You’re thinking about how he woke up, put on the remaining pieces of his suit and left to get comfy clothes from his own pod. And after that, he came back. “You’re always in a suit.”

“Does me not being in a suit make you fancy me less?”

“If I had it my way you’d always wear the suit and just pull your dick out when it’s needed.”

You don’t know why you said that. You blush deeply.

Harry crawls onto the bed with you while he laughs, cackles even. His eyes crinkle at the corners and you want to press your fingers there, so you do.

“I want to see you again,” he says, catching one hand and wrapping it in his. “I don’t know if I made it clear enough last night but I don’t to wait to bump into you by chance anymore. I’m officiating a wedding next month, in LA.”

“Okay.”

“It’ll be warm. You’ll need to wear something airy.”

“I’m not invited.”

“I want you to be my plus one.”

“To a wedding?” You challenge, even as you smile. “How is that different from every other time we’ve met?”

“It’s different because I want to get ready with you in the morning. I want you to ask me which dress you should wear and I want you to help me choose a tie.”

“You never wear a tie.”

“I would if you suggested it.” Harry rolls your bodies until he’s half over you and the sheets tangled somewhere between. “I want to share a car to the venue with my hand on your leg and when you move it off I want to hear you promise me we’ll have time later on.”

You lay in together as the pod fills with early morning light, while Harry talks about LA and the people there he wants you to meet. You feel warm and happy at the same time something dark and cold slinks through you.

“Harry. This fake relationship thing you had. The acting. The lies. I’m not built for that.”

“I know. We won’t need any of that.” He kisses your cheek, your temple. He draws your body closer to his.

“If people ask you about me, what will you say?”

He moves far enough away to meet your gaze. “They won’t even need to ask.”

This has taken me QUITE some time to finish. I went back and forth with so many possibilities of where this could go. But I think I’m pleased with their ending (their beginning 😉) Thank you if you read and please like, reblog, message me feedback etc.

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Can you write mafiarry where harry gets really horny and has a breeding kink and so asking the servants to undress her and put her on the bed and they have crazy sex

*Wanted*

Harry took a deep breath as he leaned his head back against the little headrest. He didn't take baths very often but it had been a stressful last few weeks and he finally had some time to himself. The warm water made him relax in a way he hadn't in a good while.

Taking a sip of his beer, Harry put the bottle down before standing up and getting out of the bath. Grabbing his robe, he tied it around himself before he put on his rings. Looking at himself in the mirror he pushed his hair back and took a mental note that he'd have to shave in the morning.

Beer bottle in hand Harry walked out into the bedroom and grabbed the intercom phone as he sat down in one of the lounge chairs. "Tiff" he spoke into the phone. "Yes, Mr. Styles?" Tiffany answered as she hushed the other girls. "Bring her up, I'm going to fuck her. Take some help with you, you're going to get her ready for me" he hung up as he put his legs up on the footstool and sipped his beer.

"Lily, Rose. You're with me. Brat, let's go" Tiffany snapped into action. More than happily putting down the duster, I walked over to her. "Miss, where are we going?" I asked as Lily and Rose joined us. "Mr. Styles wants you" she replied and started walking. I grinned and squealed happily.

By the time we were outside of the bedroom, I was already pretty sure I'd made quite the wet spot in the panties I was wearing from all the thoughts that were running around in my head. I looked down at the maid uniform I'd been made to wear and made sure it looked okay, brushing off some dust that wasn't really there, wanting to be perfect.

Tiffany knocked on the door twice and waited till Harry invited her in. "Blindfold her" Harry said from the chair, not looking up at us as we walked in. Tiffany turned around and untied my apron before quickly rolling it up and tying it around my head. "Undress her. You on the left, what's your name again?" he spoke as he looked over.

"Lily, Sir" Lily spoke up softly, never having spoken to Harry personally before. "Come here" he ordered, waving her over. I whimpered as he asked for her. I was his toy, not her! Tiffany guided me further into the room. "Sir, I can do it! I'll help you! Use me!" I said with a little whine as I could hear the familiar sound of an ass being slapped.

"Tiffany, if you would be so kind" Harry said giving me a glare before pulling Lily close and whispering into her ear. The slap that landed on my cheek, I guess wasn't too unexpected. I was more surprised when I felt a cock gag being pushed into my mouth and fastened around my head.

Sucking on the cock gag, I couldn't do anything but listen to Harry and Lily while Miss. Tiffany and Rose moved me around like a little puppet as they took off my corset, skirt, panties, socks, and my little mary jane shoes. The standard maid uniform Harry had everyone wear. Except for Tiffany, she had a lot more options.

Gentle hands started urging me to move. "Be a good toy now, let Sir fill you up" Rose whispered as she helped me sit down on the bed and get situated in the middle. She brought my hands up and fastened them to the headboard with some leather cuffs. Moaning as the soft hands returned to spread my legs, I wriggled slightly.

Harry made sure that Lily had picked out the right things for him as he looked over the items placed on the nightstand. Finishing up his beer, he stroked a finger on the inside of my thigh. "Leave" he said and Tiffany, Rose, and Lily left without a word.

I tried to mumble around the gag but nothing that came out was understandable. Whining, I lifted up my legs while keeping them spread, hoping that that would speak for itself.

Harry let the robe fall to the floor before he got up on the bed. He leaned over me so he could push my makeshift blindfold off and I bucked my hips up at him as I made eye contact. "I'm going to fill you so full tonight" he said as he opened the gag. Moaning as he fucked my mouth with it, I could feel the spit that hung onto the cock gag as he pulled it away, falling down on my cheek.

We stared into each other's eyes as Harry slowly, way too slowly, pushed his cock in. "Sir" I moaned as he finally was fully in. "Going to keep you tied and spread open on this bed for me. Can come and fill you with my cum whenever I please" he hummed, lifting my legs up so he could angle himself better and go deeper.

"I'll do whatever you want, Sir. Be whatever you want" I told him, clenching my pussy around him. Harry stroked his hands up my stomach, grabbing onto my breasts tightly. "Can't wait to see you pregnant. See your belly growing, knowing that I created the child inside you" he grunted as he gave my breast a slap before he started moving a little faster.

I bit my lip, feeling my heart swell at his words. I couldn't wait for the day I would carry his child. Possibly children even. "I love you so much, Sir" I told him. "I'd be so honored to be able to do that for you, fuck!" I gasped as he slammed in extra hard, making me arch up.

"I know" Harry smirked while grabbing my throat and squeezing. "Such a good little toy aren't you? You'd let me do anything to you" he spat on my face. I did my best to nod as I tried to get some air in. "Pathetic really" he chuckled as he let go of my throat and leaned on his arms, snapping his hips fast.

Coughing, I looked at him before letting out a long moan. "Your toy" I whined. "Do anything you want" I moaned, arching and grunting as he started fucking me hard. "Please fill me with your cum, Sir!" I begged as I looked at him.

Harry panted as he pulled out. I whimpered at the loss and was about to protest when Harry flipped me over. Scrambling up on my knees and spreading my legs again, I let out a happy guttural sound as he quickly pushed himself back in. "Fuck!" I moaned as I dropped my head down.

"Sir!" I called out as he smacked my ass hard before gripping my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin. "Fucking take it. 'bout to fill you up" he grunted as he thrust himself in and out as fast as he could. "Please, Sir, want your cum so bad, please fill me up!" I begged, tightening my pussy around him.

He thrust in hard and deep as he shot his load deep inside me. He growled a little as he snapped his hips a few more times. "Don't move" he panted as he pulled out and stretched out his hand to the nightstand. Harry grabbed a vagina plug and shoved it in without any lube, making me gasp.

Harry grabbed one of my chastity belts and started putting it on, making sure it was close up on my pussy to keep the plus inside. He collapsed down next to me, closing his eyes as he tried to even out his breath again. "Lie down and get some rest. You're not leaving this bed for quite some time" he said as he reached out and stroked my stomach after I'd laid down.

"Thank you for using me and filling me with your cum, Sir" I told him, giving him a loving and almost starstruck look. Harry smirked as he pulled the blankets up. "It was my pleasure"

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