Harrystyles: To The Most Inspiring People I Know. Goodbye For Now. Love On Tour Forever.

Chapter Five

pairing: college student!grumpy!harry × college student!sunshine!fem reader

trope: (kinda) enemies to lovers

chapter warnings: sexual tension, mentions of drinking alcohol, p in v smut, oral (f receiving) , dry humping, protected sex bc they’re smart, use of pet name: honey, receiving praise on both ends tbh

series cw: angst, smut (minors dni!) fluff, sexual tension, drama, character development, drug use, alcohol consumption, foul language

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Y/N woke up to a pounding in her head, the pain throbbing as she sits up in her bed. She rubs her eyes and turns her head, spotting the small bottle of pain relievers and a cup of water that sits on her bedside table. She doesn’t remember setting that out before she set out for Leya’s house, in fact she can’t even remember what all happened last night.

She knows she danced with Leya, had a couple of drinks, and she might’ve talked to Harry for a brief moment but everything else is a blur inside of her tired and hungover brain. She can’t stop the yawn that escapes through her lips, so she stretches her arms over her head and stands up. She can’t help but to frown at the feel of the cold wooden floor against her bare feet, she shuffles across the room to her dresser and quickly opens a drawer and grabs the first pair of socks that she can see.

She makes her bed, her eyes squinting against the harsh sun rays that beam through her bedroom window onto her face. After she’s through, she grabs her phone and hisses at the intensity of the brightness, so she quickly turns it down so she can check her notifications. She can see several messages and a couple missed calls from Leya, the texts express how sorry she is about leaving her and how worried she was when she couldn’t find her - it’s repetitive really, the same wording just different ways of putting them together. She can also see several other irrelevant notifications as her thumb scrolls down the list before she spots a singular message from Harry simply reminding her of their study session today.

She can’t help but to furrow her eyebrows at that, he’s never been one to care so why would it matter for her to remember their session? She simply responds with an ‘ok’ before she’s back at her dresser, quickly grabbing a pair of light washed skinny jeans and a grey sweater so she can get dressed. Quickly doing her routine and throwing back the pain pills and chasing it with the water before she’s on the way out the door.

The sun shines bright against her eyes and she frowns as she steps out of house and onto her bike. She gently removes the cord locking her bike in place and puts it in her tote bag and pushes her bike forward. She begins to pedal her way down the street, smiling politely at the passerby’s and little kids. Her head is killing her with every movement and light and she can’t help but to frown mentally before she stops at a small grocery store, parking her bike in front and not bothering to tie it down. She quickly walks inside and greets the lady standing there, flashing her as warm of a smile as she can manage and heading to the juice aisle.

She quickly grabs a small bottle of orange juice and heads to the register, smiling at the lady checking her out and hands her the money. She’s in and out of the store in less then five minutes, eager to get this day over with and to be in her bed as soon as possible. So she hops back on her bike and begins her journey to her school once more. The breeze fanning through her hair and on the few exposed parts of skin brings her a sense of peace,

She can’t help but to smile against the breeze as the trees and buildings pass her by as she pedals her way down the street. Her head doesn’t seem to hurt as bad, the throbbing has dulled and she can’t help but to smile as she remembers to thank Harry if he’s the one that took her home. She can make out the school’s silhouette beginning to form in the distance so she pedals faster.

She’s walking out of her third period class, her hand massaging her forehead softly from all the lights and loud talking that surrounded her. the chatter that fills the halls does nothing to ease her headache either, it’s not as loud but loud enough to make her groan in response as she shuts her eyes tightly.

“Hey babes, I don’t think that’ll ease the headache or make it go away.” She shakes her head and opens her eyes only to be greeted with her best friend face in front of her.

“I know it won’t Leya. I knew playing with you was a bad idea.” There’s a playful tone in her voice to show she’s not upset.

Leya shakes her head with a small smile on her lips.

“Yeah yeah, I’m sure it was so horrible. Pretty sure that’s the most fun I’ve seen you having and the most carefree ever. I don’t regret it. But I am sorry for leaving, I saw you go to the bar and I figured it’d be okay for a couple minutes. You could’ve gotten me and I would’ve take you home!” Y/N can’t help but to smile softly at her best friend before resting her hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to leave me, I’m a little upset but I’ll get over it. I got home safely and you did too, that’s all that matters.” Leya can’t help but to shake her head gently and she frowns.

Y/N knows Leya’s blaming herself for last night so she wraps her in a tight hug.

“Harry took me home, I’m okay. Don’t beat yourself up. I’m the one who left you, so it’s on me. We’re good, I’m mostly upset at myself honestly.” Y/N chuckles softly at her best friend’s shocked expression.

“You mean Harry that despises your existence, that Harry? He took you home?” Y/N nods her head and Leya smiles really big as she wiggles her eyebrows at the blushing girl.

“Not a big deal! I was pretty far gone, it was just human decency. Let’s get to class before you make me late.” She says and makes her way forward, attempting to change the topic or avoid the whole Harry situation in general.

The chatter of the students still lingering in the hallways fade from her focus, slowly becoming just a faint background noise to the two girls. Y/N knows that she can’t avoid this topic forever and that her friend’s bound to bring it up sooner than she’d like, but she just wants a sense of normalcy as of right now. The air inside the school is cold against the back of her neck causing goosebumps to raise in its wake, she can see the different groups mingle together in the hallways as they make the most of the time before the bell rings. The bright fluorescent lights reflect on the tiled floor as they travel down the hall, arms brushing against one another before Leya gingerly intertwines their hands together and begins to swing their conjoined hands.

As they walk hand in hand, Y/N sees no sign of Harry in the halls nor can she hear him, his distinctive loud voice isn’t booming in the halls which is concerning given the fact that he made sure to remind her of their study session, so why can’t she find a hint of him being at school? She’s not actively looking for him, there’s no reason for her to be. It’s just gotten normal for her to hear his laugh from down the hallway or to see his figure leaning against a locker as he kisses whatever girl he’s managed to catch for the day. She’s become so used to his banters and smart remarks that it’s strange to walk down the crowded halls and have him not be a part of it.

She’s so in her head about the absence from of Harry that she doesn’t realize Leya’s stopped a little ways behind her until she bumps shoulders with another student and mumbles a soft ‘excuse me’ and turns around to scold her friend for not letting her know. She’s met with an amused smile resting on her friend’s lips as she attempts to hold back her laughter. She shakes her head at herself as she makes her way back over to her friend. She keeps her head down to avoid all the stares watching her knowing she missed the door to her classroom.

“Daydreaming again?” Leya asks with amusement laced in her voice, the smile never leaving her lips while Y/N’s face begins to turn a very faint shade of red.

“Fuck off Leya. I wasn’t daydreaming, just wasn’t paying attention.” The same amusement is in her tone as well, indicating she’s not upset with the girl in front of her. They both giggle as they wrap each other in their arms, sharing a brief hug before Leya departs with a soft kiss to Y/N’s temple and waving her goodbye.

As Y/N walks into her fourth period class, she can’t stop her eyes from wandering over all of the chairs as she heads towards an empty chair near the middle of the classroom. The teacher greets Y/N with a polite smile and she waves as she reciprocates the smile.

The day passes rather quickly for Y/N as she walks out of her last class of the day, clutching her tote bag strap that rests on her shoulder and the grey fabric bumps against her hip with every step she makes as she heads down the very crowded hallway, weaving through the groups of students stopped in the hallway making idle conversation with their friends and the various teachers standing in front of their doors yelling at said students to go home. She can’t help but to feel a bubble of nervousness begin to form in the pit of her stomach and worm it’s way to her chest and the idea of her and Harry being in close proximity of each other after whatever happened between them last night, the memories of the night before are still a blur in her head.

Her legs carry her outside of the school building and to the right, passing a very small group of students huddled together talking amongst themselves with low voices, the few straggles of flowers littering the grass surrounding the school and she can’t help her eyes from wandering to them as she passes, a soft smile placed on her lips from the beauty of each individual flower. The sun shines bright in the sky, the warm rays shining through the leaves in the trees and warms her face as she passes through.

She walks up the steps and through the tall glass door, inhaling deeply and smiling as the smell of old books and is that a hint of vanilla she smells? She shrugs it off slightly before making her way to the back of the building to her designated table, away from prying ears and eyes but not hidden enough to cause suspicion from the librarian. The air inside of the building is cold thanks to the air conditioning running full blast to battle the warmer weather outside and she’s grateful for her choice of clothing for the day.

She sets her tote bag on the back of the chair and pulls her new worksheet, her books and her binder full of paper out and placed them on the table, setting them in order of what she’ll use the most. She grabs her phone and checks the time, she’s only a couple of minutes earlier than the time she arrived last time and if she knows Harry, he’s gonna be late as always so in order to pass the time she quickly gets up to walk around the library and grabs a copy of Pride and Prejudice from the shelves and makes her way back to her table. Once she’s fully settled and as comfortable as she can manage in the wooden chair, she opens the book and begins to read.

It seems no matter how many times she’s read this book, it never gets boring. She’s gotten so into the book that she’s managed to read a good chunk of the book as a couple stray tears have fallen down her cheeks, she sniffles as she wipes them with her sleeve. She figures she’s read enough so she begins to close the book and grab her phone to check the time when she hears his voice behind her.

“Sorry m’late.” She can’t help but to jump slightly with his voice so near to her ear, she can hear him chuckle slightly as she turns around to face him.

It’s as if seeing his face brings back every second of last night, flashbacks whirs through her brain at a fast pace and she can’t help the red that tints her cheeks. Images of her dancing with Leya, the drink challenge, the bartender that was clearly flirting with her, losing Leya, Harry helping her find her best friend, him taking her home after finding out Leya was hooking up with some guy, her calling Harry pretty- oh this is really fucking bad, he has all the ammunition against her now- and the accidental kiss. She quickly turns her head to face in front of her, she’s sure her face is beet red and she feels hot all of over. She’s embarrassed and she can’t believe herself. He sits down beside her and he can’t help his gaze from peeking over to her and he has to bite back a laugh.

“Everything ok? Y’look like you’ve seen a ghost Y/N.” It’s her turn to be the quiet one, she can only hum in agreement, her gaze never refusing to leave the middle of the wall. He slides a bottle of orange juice over to her, just close enough to catch her attention. He watches as she tenses up with his hand growing closer and he shakes his head.

“Figured y’might need it, it helps with hangovers - at least it did with mine.” She only nods in response and he chuckles.

It’s almost as if a switch has flipped overnight because the Harry that’s sitting next to her is not the one she’s been dealing with for years and she’s unable to figure out how to go about this, she can’t help but to bite her bottom lip nervously as she turns her gaze to the worksheets in front of her.

“Thought I was supposed to be the one that’s quiet, Y/N. Are you okay? If we need to do this another-” He’s interrupted by her turning her gaze to him and clearing her throat.

“We.. we kissed. You were.. you were nice and I’m just confused and nervous and just ugh.” He shakes his head at her and runs his head through his long brown locks.

“Yea no big deal though, you were shitfaced and didn’t need anything happening to you before my exams. You gotta make sure I pass so I can get the hell outta here.” He smiles softly before leaning over to look at the worksheets. She shakes her head and she can’t help the frown beginning to form on her lips and the furrow that appears in between her eyebrows.

She can’t stop wondering why he isn’t upset or at least worried about it, he’s always been so big on the fact that he doesn’t like her so why isn’t this a big deal to him. Why doesn’t this matter to him as much as it matters to her?

“Get out of your head. I promise it’s not gonna change anything, it’s done. It’s in the past, now aren’t these the same sheets we did last time?” Her head is swimming with all of the flashbacks and the quick whiplash from Harry’s behavioral change. She sighs and shakes her head to try to rid the thoughts in her head so she can focus.

She pushes the worksheets closer to Harry with a small smile.

“They are the same for the first half, I want to see if you actually paid attention and did some work after you left.” Harry frowns and scoffs at that before the corners of his mouth begin to tug upwards and he covers his mouth with his hands, Y/N’s eyes can’t help but to stare at the new ring on his finger. It’s nothing special and really shouldn’t matter to her but something just draws her attention, she can make out a glimpse of some small letters engraved in cursive on the silver ring. Harry catches her gaze and removes his hand and clears his throat.

“In your words exactly, the only way to pass this test is for me to actually work with you, unless you wanna do it all for me and I just study it.” His voice has taken the same playful tone from last night and she can’t help the blood that rushed to her cheeks at the seemingly painful reminder.

She tilts her head down in an attempt to shield her face from Harry’s gaze and she can hear him chuckle softly from beside her.

“You have to do the work, it won’t do you any good just to memorize anything. You’ll never actually learn anything.” She shakes her head softly, her gaze still focused on the table as she speaks. The air had changed, it’s charged with awkward tension - the electric kind that’s hard to ignore for long periods of time. The one that feels as if it’s burning her skin, the silence is deafening between them.

“Outta your head now, c’mon. Do we need to reschedule?” His voice is quiet, much softer than she’s used to and it only makes it worse, she shakes her head softly before tilting her head back up to look at him.

She can’t help but to gaze into his emerald green eyes, mapping out every detail of his face - the way his eyelash brush against his cheeks, the green irises and his soft pink lips. She clears her throat because she can’t allow herself to be thinking of him like that, at the end of the day he’s still him and she knows that he hasn’t changed at all. As much as she wishes this could be the new normal, she highly doubts he’s magically changed overnight. She turns her focus to the worksheets and opens the textbook to the correct page, the soft crinkling of the pages as she flips through them fill the space between them.

Once she’s fully settled, she turns her gaze back to Harry and smiles softly.

“Do you think you can do this worksheet for me? Just don’t wanna go over anything you already have.” Her voice is quiet, just above a whisper as she speaks as if she’s sharing a secret and he shrugs.

“Y’got a pen?” She nods before reaching one arm into her tote bag and blindly searches for a pen. It takes a couple of seconds before she finally pulls one out and hands it to him. He takes the one from her and frowns at the small shock that happens between their finger tips as they graze one another. He chooses to slide his seat just a little bit away from her - he needs space from whatever weird energy is it that’s filling the air surrounding them, before he tilts his head down and brings the pencil to the paper.

He exhales briefly before beginning to write out the answers, some coming to him quickly while others he struggles to remember what the book says. The faint sound of pencil scratching against the paper mixes in with the sound of the air conditioning blowing and the soft whispers as their peers communicate about projects and books, he can’t help but to sneak a glance over to Y/N just to find that she’s already looking at him. He averts his gaze quickly and back to the paper, a frown beginning to form on his lips in response. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, the urge to actually do something is stronger than him causing him to willingly do what she says.

Once he’s done, he slides the paper back to Y/N and keeps his gaze on the paper. He can barely make out the outline of her fingers pulling the sheet of paper back to her in the corner of his eye and his frown deepens. The silence has grown even louder, it’s banging against their shoulders with every passing moment. Y/N swears she can hear the sound of her own heart beating in her chest.

Harry’s not sure how he ended up here inside of Y/N’s bedroom but he silently thanks whoever made it happen. Their study sessions have become more frequent, instead of once a week they’ve grown to meeting every day. Harry’ll bring her a drink and maybe a snack if he’s feeling oh so generous, they’ll sit in the library at the same table and go over their worksheets for at least an hour minimum.

He remembers how bashful and shy she was when she voiced the suggestion that they spend their last day of sessions at her place, and how she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze at the playful tone in his voice as he implied that the only reason she wanted that was so she could stare at him and ogle how ‘pretty’ he was. That wasn’t true, she knew deep down it wasn’t the reason, but she also didn’t know the reason as to why she even thought about it to begin with.

He can’t help but to allow his gaze to wander over all of her belongings placed meticulously in her room. The various posters and Polaroids taped onto the wall, the sheer white curtains frame her window doing very little to shade the sun rays flowing into her room. The room hasn’t changed at all from Harry’s memory and he chuckles at the realization that she’s not one for big changes, it shocks him that she accepted his change so quickly. But he shakes his head as he heads to the bed where she’s already sitting. He sits beside her, knees barely touching as pulls her tote bag onto her lap and pulls out the stuff she needs.

Harry pulls out his phone and scrolls on it, aimlessly replying back to any missed text messages as he waits. He ends up playing music much louder than needed and he can’t help but to chuckle at the frown forming on her lips. Out of spite he manages to turn the music up even louder, causing her frown to deeper and a frown to begin creasing in between her eyebrows.

“Harry can you turn it down? I’ve got everything ready.” He laughs as he shakes his head.

“No can do lala.” A big smile sits on his face as he yells over the music, voice booming against the walls and Y/N can’t help but to cover her ears at the amount of loud noises flooding her ears. Harry chuckles at the sight of her covering her ears and lips pursed into a pout, her stance reminding him of his younger years and he laughs.

“S’not that loud! C’mon you big baby.” He says as his thumb pressed against the volume button, the music slowly lowering until he finally grabs her wrists and pulls them down.

He mocks her pout before breaking into a smile, teeth showcased and dimples prominent as he stares at her. She shakes her head and yanks her arms away, hoping Harry won’t take note of the way her cheeks begin to tint red. She grabs her binder from beside her and hands Harry the textbook. She watches as he takes the text book as he grumbles under his breath how unfair all this is and how he can’t wait for it to be over. She can’t help but to smile softly at his behavior as she grabs her own pen and hands one to him.

They begin their session, Y/N will read one of the questions from the worksheet and Harry will mumble an answer either one he knows or he’ll search for the answer in the book. Y/N starts off but just going over what they discussed the last time they studied like normal, giving him small praises whenever he gets something correct and he only grumbles and huff in response - he thinks she’s acting as if he’s a little boy learning how to talk for the first time but he can’t help the small flutter in his chest with every praise and compliment that falls from her lips.

The silence has grown comfortable but there’s still that electric tension lingering in between them and it only grows worse the longer they continue. Harry finds new ways to annoy Y/N whether it’s him purposely telling the wrong answers, searching through her books and pictures littered around her room, or his personal favorite using his phone during the session.

He’s currently scrolling through Instagram, laughing ever so often at whatever post he found funny while music blares from his speaker. The textbook in his lap is long forgotten because he wanted to be done an hour ago, but she has other plans.

“Harry! Come on, I’ve given you your break and let go on far longer than you asked for, it’s time to get back to work.” She groans as she waves her hand in front of his phone screen.

“Now now, you’re not being a very good host Y/N. I don’t think me being burnt out would help me learn anything.” He chuckles when he sees her roll her eyes in his peripheral.

“Burnt out? Seriously? There’s no way, we’ve only been actually studying for like an hour which is usually how long ours last. We’re literally almost done! You were doing so good.” She almost whines out the last sentence, her frustration seeping into her words at the boy. He can’t help the laugh the escapes through his lips at her antics, he feels as if she’s being dramatic about all of this.

He rolls his eyes playfully before beginning to speak again.

“Yes, seriously, plus we’ve been at this for two hours actually. You should do the same. Relax, take a moment to breathe.” She frowns as she shakes her head, her hair brushing against the middle of her back.

“I do relax Harry. I just don’t do it whenever I actually need to get something done.” He nudges her shoulder, not moving afterwards until a couple seconds later and he swears he can hear her breath hitch.

“You know what you need?” His tone has taken a softer approach and he chuckles mentally at the sight of goosebumps appearing on her skin as she hums softly.

“You’re always so uptight, so dedicated… you stress yourself out by doing so much all day. You need to release the stress.” He slowly moves closer, his knee touching hers and his voice directly in her ear and he watches as she shivers slightly.

“I.. I do release the stress. I take baths every night and just soak.. in the water..” her voice trails off as she feels his nose skimming up the expanse of her throat.

“Y’wanna know my favorite way of releasing the stress?” His voice has dropped slightly and she nods in response, a slight flutter beginning to form in the pit of her stomach.

“Sex.. or if I’m not able to, I’ll touch myself. Works every time. When’s the last time you let yourself feel good?” His voice is honey to her ears, the slight rasp causing wetness to begin to form in her panties.

Her eyes flutter shut when his lips just barely graze her ear lobe, a soft touch and promise of what was to come if she allowed. Her conscious is screaming at her to stop right now and continue studying just because of who Harry is but he’s already moved to soft and gentle kisses along her neck and she’s screwed. A quiet moan escapes into the air and she can hear Harry laugh under his breath before gently nicking at the spot where her neck and shoulders meet, causing her to moan slightly louder and one hand aimlessly searching for something to hold onto.

“C’mon Y/N. I asked a question, it’s rude not to answer.” He pairs the sentence with one hand cupping the back of her neck and tilts her head backwards so he can place a kiss on the underside of her jaw.

Her mouth opens but no words come out, just a soft whine as she clenches her thighs together in search for relief from her throbbing center. She can’t focus on his words, just how good she feels in this moment. Another kiss is placed onto her neck, one with slightly more force and a gentle suck - not enough to make a mark but enough to have her squeezing her thighs together tightly and another moan to fall from her lips.

“Oh c’mon Y/N. Answer me or I stop.” His voice has dropped an octave, it’s low and gravelly and she can’t help but to roll her hips in an attempt to get some sort of friction going. In response to his sentence, Harry pulls away with a slight smirk on his lips and Y/N wants to smack it off of his face. His eyes wander over the details on her her face, her cheeks turned a dark shade of red, her pupils dilated almost enough to hide the color of her irises and the soft pink lips he hasn’t been able to get out of his mind since last night.

She closes her eyes before beginning to speak, suddenly feeling shy at her admission.

“Can’t remember, don’t really have the energy at the end of the day.” She ducks her head so she doesn’t have to deal with the knowing smirk that’s bound to be plastered on Harry’s face. Harry tsks as one hand comes into her view, his index finger curved as he uses it to lift her face so he can see her.

“Good girl. S’rude not to look when you’re speaking. I pity you, I really do, no wonder you’re such a bitch all the time, you’re missing out honey.” The pet name falls casually from his lips and Y/N’s head is swimming at everything happening and she whines in response, her eyes fluttering shut at his words.

“If my lack of self-pleasure is what makes me a bitch, then what’s yours?” Her voice is airy and soft, lacking the snappiness she intended to have for her response.

“M’just a bitch cause you are Y/N. Gotta match the energy, plus it’s fun to see you worked up.” He chuckles before leaning down to kiss her neck again, his hands moving down to her hips and squeezes softly. Her hands instinctively raise up to his neck, fingers grabbing onto his long brown waves and she quickly scrambles over to his lap, legs splayed across his lap and she sighs in relief from the feeling of his erection pressing against the zipper of his pants.

Slowly and hesitantly she begins to roll her hips against his, desperate in search of any kind of relief and the groan that leaves Harry’s lips makes her want to go faster.

“Oh fuck, that’s it honey. Take what you need, go on. Keep fucking going.” His voice is laced with lust, deep and rumbling with every word, his voice floods her ears and she can’t help but to whine again. She begins to roll her hips faster, the seam of her pants rubbing deliciously against her throbbing clit and her head falls onto his shoulder. His ring-clad hands rest on her hips, fingertips digging into the soft skin eliciting another soft whine to cascade out of her lips. Her breaths fan against Harry’s neck and he can feel her fingertips playing with the hem of his t-shirt, he pulls away only for Y/N to whine and chase his lips causing him to tsk softly before pulling his shirt off by the neck of the cotton fabric.

The sight of Harry’s bare chest sends Y/N into overdrive, her hips rolling faster against him and eyes trained on his chest, her gaze wandering over the various tattoos littering his chest. His hands come back to her hips and he stops her movements, she groans in response, lips parted and eyes clouded with lust.

“Wanna go ahead and take those clothes off honey? Wanna see what you look like under all those pretty little skirts you wear.” She can’t help but to nod as she stands, her legs slightly wobbly as she removes her self from Harry’s lap. She starts to remove her clothing, piece by piece slowly setting each item down all the while Harry’s gaze never leaves her frame. His eyes take over every new section of skin that she exposes to him, he watches as her breath hitches before taking off another article. He in turn begins to tug off his pants and boxers and Y/N can’t help but to watch as his hard cock bounces on his stomach. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen one so pretty before; it’s red and leaking pre-cum, long with a slight curve to the right and she can faintly make out the throbbing of one in the veins in the underside of his cock.

Her mouth waters at the sight of it and she comes back to sit on the bed, settling her legs underneath her with her gaze still set on him. She can faintly hear him laugh under his breath as one of his hands move towards her, finger tips slightly tapping against her knee.

“Why’re y’sitting so far away honey? I don’t bite unless asked.” She giggles softly before scooting closer, the sound of the bed sheets rumpling around her as she moves fills the room and almost immediately she gets pulled to him. Her bare chests collide with him and she can’t help but to laugh at him before his hands are eagerly running across her body. Fingertips dancing across her skin, and the soft skin of his palms rubs against her pebbled nipples, soft moans and sighs escaping from her mouth with every touch.

He grips her hips and flips her around so she’s laying on her back, her chest bouncing from the movement and Harry can’t help but to growl lowly at the sight of it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, every inch of you honey. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me.” He leaves gently kisses across her collarbone and downwards, lips brushing against the sides of her chest causing her fingers to tangle themselves into his brown waves. He puckers his lips and encases one of her nipples into his mouth and sucks on it softly, her back arches in pleasure and she lets out another soft moan.

His tongues slides over the nub as he continues sucking, one of his hands going to play with the other soft mound, squeezing and pinching, fingers rolling her other nipple between them.

“Oh, fuck- god, fucking shit.” She breathes out and slightly rolls her hips in attempt to get some relief. He pulls away and continues leaving sloppy wet kisses to her skin, leaving a trail as he makes his way downwards, sucking softly when he gets to the bottom of her stomach. Her fingers tug at his locks and her head lolls backwards, eyes closing in pleasure.

“shit, please Harry.” She’s never heard her like this before, her voice airy and whiny filled with desperation as she pleads with the boy to do anything. Harry coos before going downwards, kissing the outside of her pussy and making her shiver. He allows his tongue to glide upwards, licking from her hole to her clit, stopping briefly to suck gently on the swollen nub.

She’s sweet, addictingly sweet and Harry can’t help but to shake his head side to side as he pushes his tongue deeper in her wet folds, her arousal smearing onto his nose and around his mouth but he can’t bring himself to care when she moans out his name and her fingers tug harshly in his hair. His tongue dives deep into her hole while his nose nudges her throbbing clit with every movement of his head. He alternates between slow glides, kissing her cunt as if he was making out with her lips and fast flicks, sucking her nub into his mouth allowing his teeth to graze ever so slightly against it. He relishes in the pretty sounds she makes, he could tell that she was sweet and she’d sound just as soft and pretty as she does just because she’s so.. her. Her hips begin to roll against his mouth, slowly finding a rhythm that allows him to experiment, his fingers spreading her lips apart as he pulls away causing her to whine and gentle pout to set on her lips.

He watches as her arousal drips out and leaks onto the sheets below her and he can’t help but to blow gently, laughing as she jumps and attempts to close her legs around him.

“Now’s not the time to be fucking around Harry. Don’t be a dick right now.” She groans, her chest heaving with every breath.

“Last time I checked, it was my head between your thighs, I will do what I want to do and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’ll take whatever I decide to give you and you should be thankful. I’m helping you just like you’re helping me.” His tone is nothing short of cocky and before she can respond to him, his face is back in between her thighs and one finger is circling her entrance. Her back arches off the bed when he begins to push in slowly, her walls soft and sucking him in instantly and he slowly begins to find a slow rhythm as he finger glides in and out.

He can’t help but to moan into her cunt, she just tastes so good and the sounds she makes only spurs him on, his hips slowly rutting against the blanket, not enough to bring him a release but just enough to ease the throbbing sensation in his dick. She squeezes around his finger involuntarily as a rather loud moan falls from her lips when he curves it upwards slightly and brushes against the soft spongey part inside of her.

“Is that it honey? Right there?” He asks and she nods, stuttering out a pathetic excuse for a yes in response. He begins thrusting his finger slightly faster, the wet squelching fills the room and Y/N can’t help but moan at the feeling. She’s close, she knows it and she knows Harry can tell as well and right before she can tip of the pinnacle point of pleasure Harry removes himself from her.

She groans in annoyance and sits up, crossing her arms together and Harry’s eyes can’t help to wander towards the movement of her breasts being squished together.

“You’re being a fucking dick. This isn’t helping me release the stress you asshole.” She replies, frustration from being edged laced into her voice while Harry simply laughs. He searches his pants pocket before grabbing a small gold foil packet and rips it with his teeth. He takes out the condom and rolls it into his length, his veins prominent as he pumps his length a couple times just for extra measures and he hums as her hand replaces his. Her soft hands circle around his length, her fingertips barely touching one another as she slowly strokes him, making sure every once in a while to run her thumb over his rubber covered tip, causing him to shiver and grab her hand with one of his.

He uses one hand to grip the base of his cock as he guides himself to her entrance and he mutters soft praises. As his tip breaches its way inside, he can’t help but to let out a groan at just how good it feels, her warm and slippery walls stretching around his length as he slowly pushes his way in. His eyes flick up to watch her face, her nose scrunched up and mouth parted in a small ‘o’ as small pants escape, her eyes half lidded and fluttering. Inch by inch he pushes until his hips are flushed with hers, his forehead resting on top of her own as he waits for her to adjust. He swears he can almost come just like this, the feeling of being inside of her is almost too much for him to bear and he can’t just come before her and especially this early, so he reaches one hand down and pulls his hips back slightly - just enough for his hand to comfortably be able to rub her clit between them.

She whines and turns her head to the side, eager to move in some fashion at the feeling of being full. She knows she’s utterly fucked, there’s no going back from this and she knows this will definitely change their dynamic but oh does it feel good. She nods before giving Harry the ok to move, and she cries out when he does. His hips thrusting slowly first in and out of her gummy walls until she’s begging for more.

“Doin so well for me honey. Taking me so good, such a good girl. Always been such a - fuck - sweetheart haven’t you? Always so nice and sweet to me, even when I don’t deserve it.” She mewls and nods her head, unable to form a coherent thought at the feeling of his hips thrusting into her.

The coil in her stomach tightens with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room mixes well Y/N’s soft whines and pants and Harry’s deep groans and grunts. She’s never felt so much pleasure all at once and she’s never felt more full, Harry’s cock is much thicker than her own fingers or any of her toys so he always manages to brush against the soft spot inside of her as he thrusts deeper than she’s ever been able to do. Her head rolls back in ecstasy at a particular circle of his hips, one hand rubs her swollen and throbbing clit, alternating between small and quick circles and figure eights, and the other hand is beside her head as he holds himself up.

Her walls begin to squeeze him more frequently as she grows closer, that coil in her stomach tightening with every stroke and causes Harry to curse under his breath.

“Y’close honey? I can just feel it, feel you squeezing ‘round me like a fucking vice. C’mon Y/N. What do you need?” He pants out, a sheen of sweat is beginning to form on their bodies and the mattress shaking with every thrust. She moans rather loudly before telling him she needs more, she’s not sure what exactly she wants more of, all she knows is that she’s so close to finishing she can taste it. Harry picks up his pace, his hips thrusting into her at a brutalizing speed causing her breasts to bounce with every thrust. The hand between them rubs faster circles, he’s desperate and close and he’ll be damned if he comes before she does. After all, even though he’s known for his fuck boy tendencies, he’s still a gentlemen at the end of the day.

She mewls out as her arms wrap around his broad shoulders, her eyes fighting to stay open at the immense amount pleasure she’s receiving. At a particular thrust, her arms scratch down his back causing him to groan and rest his forehead against hers, their breath mixing together with every pant released. He circles his hips once more before her body tenses up, legs attempting to close in on him and arms wrapped tightly around him, her mouth falling open in a quiet moan. Her cunt gushes around him, the feeling of her warmth is too much so he reaches his own climax after her causing a string of curse words to fall from his lips, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches with every spurt of his hot seed being released into the condom.

With a heaving chest and sweaty body, Harry slowly pulls out causing her to frown at the complete emptiness only to be interrupted by a long yawn. She tiredly rubs her eyes as she sits up slowly, grabbing Harry’s hand as he leads her to the bathroom. Her legs are shaky and she’s never felt so tired in her life. They walk hand in hand together, and he opens the bathroom door for her, allowing her to walk in first and get settled on the toilet. As she’s reliving her bladder, Harry asks her where she keeps her towels. Once she answers, he opens the drawer underneath the sink and grabs a soft face towel and turns on the faucet, waiting for the water to get warm enough to run the towel underneath it.

She quickly finishes and comes to stand beside Harry, her head coming to rest on his arms and Harry can’t help but to smile softly. He wraps an arm around her bare torso and steps over some so she can wash her hands, she does quite quickly, she’s getting tired with every second she’s not in bed. He leads her back into her bedroom and allows her to lay down, instructing her to spread her legs and she whines at the assumption of them going at it once more. Harry can’t help but laugh at her before explaining how he just needs to clean her up so she can go to sleep. The feeling of the warm cloth only makes her more tired, eyes beginning to flutter shut before she feels a gentle tap on her stomach. When she opens her eyes, she’s met with Harry’s beautiful emerald green orbs, irises bright and apologetic.

“Here, let’s get you dressed.” His voice is gentle as he sets an oversized shirt and a pair of underwear and she pouts but complies. Standing up long enough to slip into her underwear and t-shirt, she clambers back into her bed before turning her gaze to Harry who is also slipping in his black Calvin Klein boxers.

“Will you stay the night? It’s probably late.” She asks, voice riddled with the want for sleep and Harry can’t help the smile that appears on his lips.

“Yea yea, scoot over.” She quickly scoots over enough to allow him to climb underneath the covers beside her, wasting no time she wraps an arm around his bare waist and nuzzling her face into his chest.

His own arm wraps around her frame, his hand rubbing up and down softly against her arm as they lay there in silence. His mind is full of thoughts and emotions and he has no choice but to listen for the sound of her breath evening out once she finally gets to sleep.

“Hey, Harry…” he hums in acknowledgement, the sound traveling through his chest and seemingly into her bones.

“You’re gonna ace these finals.” Y/N replies and Harry chuckles.

“What makes you so confident, lala?” He asks and she shrugs.

“Dunno, just know we worked hard and you were always doing good on tests and exams when we were younger. You got this.” He smiles lightly even though she’s unable to see it.

His mind replays it over and over again, creating a warm feeling to form in his chest and after a couple minutes he manages to mumble out a quiet ‘thank you’. He doesn’t get a response but he can hear the way her breathing has changed into a slower rhythm and he slowly begins to detangle his way from her hold. He moves slowly in an attempt to not wake her, that task is easy so he grabs one of her bigger and more firm pillows and replaces the spot he was once laying in. He sighs as he quietly gets dressed and grabs his jacket, choosing not to bring the textbooks or any of the worksheets home with him. As he’s heading out, he can’t help but to turn back around just to catch another good look at Y/N and admire her because he knows it won’t be the same as it was before now. After a couple excruciatingly long minutes, he’s finally able to test his gaze from her sleeping form and with that he’s out of her door, out of her house and into his car.

After all, Harry’s known for meaningless fucks and one night stands so why does this one feel completely different?

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“I wanna take a quick second to introduce you to my wonderful, incredibly talented band. On bass and vocals mister Adam Prendergast! On keys and vocals, make some noise, miss Clare Uchima! On drums and vocals, please make some noise for the wonderful miss Sarah Jones! And on guitar and vocals, please put your hands together and make plenty of noise for mister Mitchell Rowland!”

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You Can Start a Family (Extra: Sickfic Part 2)

Summary: Y/N's condition is worse than they'd feared, leading to a hospital stay.

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Medical condition, hospital, mentions of death

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You’re unconscious for three minutes. Three long minutes, during which Sarah, Mitch, and Harry all panic about what to do.

“Do we call an ambulance?” Harry asks while lifting you up and laying you on the couch.

“I don’t know!” Sarah replies, her voice wavering with nerves.

“I’ll look up her symptoms,” Mitch adds. “Maybe something online will tell us what to do.”

“Right, because the internet is so reliable,” Harry retorts.

“He’s just trying to get us some information,” Sarah says.

It’s quiet for a moment before Harry replies, “I’m sorry, I’m just kind of freaking out here.”

“I know, I am too,” Mitch says.

Their voices start to break through to you, but they sound far away. You try to reach for them, call out to them, but you’re too weak. You barely manage to twitch your arms and make a quiet noise, which luckily catches their attention.

Sarah kneels next to the couch by your head. She gently moves the hair out of your eyes and starts to stroke your face. “Love, can you hear us?”

You make a small noise which they take as a good sign.

“Great, that’s great,” she says through a relived breath.

A moment later you find your voice and say, “Mom?”

“No love, it’s Sarah,” she replies, instantly worried again.

“I want my mom,” you say. You’re sick, and scared, and confused, and in that moment you desire the comfort your mother can provide.

“I know baby.”

You turn to look at Sarah and ask, “Can you call her? Get her here?”

Everyone in the room immediately stills. Their panic goes up another notch at your question. They know your story. They know that your parents passed away years ago. The fact that you’re asking for her now indicates that you’re extremely confused, which is not a good sign when paired with all of your other symptoms.

“Can you please call her?” you ask again when no one answers you. “Or my dad? He’s normally better at answering the phone.”

“I’m calling an ambulance,” Mitch says to Harry and Sarah.

“What do you think is wrong?” Harry asks.

“Maybe a septic infection, my mom’s doctors gave us the warning signs after her surgery. High fever, dizziness, confusion, basically everything she’s got right now.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“It’s… yea. It’s not good. If that’s what it is then she needs the hospital right now.” Mitch steps away as his call to 9-1-1 is connected and he starts giving the necessary information.

You turn back to Sarah, not following any of the conversations happening around you.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” you say through tears.

“I know, love. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to take care of you.” Sarah wipes away the tears on your cheeks and you listen as she continues to say soothing words.

Minutes pass with Sarah and Harry by your side, keeping you calm with words and gentle touches.

Mitch walks back in, but he’s not alone. With him are two paramedics. Harry and Sarah move to make room for them which causes you to begin crying again. In your confused state you don’t understand why they’re leaving you, why they would abandon you.

Harry quickly moves to stand over the back of the couch so he can hold your hand while remaining out of the way. Your eyes meet his and you calm down slightly.

The paramedics ask a series of questions which the others answer for you. They take your temperature and check your blood pressure, noting that both are worryingly high. After all of this Harry moves back to crouch in front of you and says, “Hi lovey. We’re gonna take you to see a doctor, alright? I’m just gonna move you onto the stretcher so we can go, okay?”

You barely understand what he’s saying, but as you trust him implicitly, you agree. He lifts you again and lays you on the stretcher. His hand never leaves yours as you’re wheeled out to the ambulance. You look around and Harry says, “Mitch and Sarah will meet us there. They’re gonna grab some stuff we might need later, and then they’ll drive over. You’ll see them soon, I promise.”

His words are perfect and prove just how well he knows you. He understands that being separated from your loved ones when you’re feeling like this will cause you stress, and he reassures you that the separation is temporary.

It ends up being hours before Mitch and Sarah are allowed to see you. The second you enter the Emergency Department you’re surrounded by a team of doctors and nurses. Harry is forced to step away so they can work. You cooperate to the best of your ability and after some of the scariest hours of your life you’re finally in a patient room with the three people you love most at your side.

You’ve been officially diagnosed with sepsis and started on IV antibiotics. While it’s too early to know your prognosis, the doctors commend Mitch on getting you to the hospital so quickly, as time is important when treating this.

Your brain is still incredibly foggy, and it takes all of your remaining energy to concentrate enough to know who is in the room with you. Finally, you piece together that Sarah is lying in the bed with you, Harry is sitting in a chair on your other side, and Mitch is standing at the foot of the bed. You feel safe knowing that they are there and allow your eyes to slide closed as you succumb to the exhaustion you’ve been fighting.

Sarah looks up at her husband and sees his intense gaze. He’s staring at you, barely blinking, tears pooling in his eyes. She knows him well enough to see his inner turmoil. He may not be talkative, or even very expressive, but Sarah can tell he’s terrified.

“Mitch, honey, come here please,” she says quietly. He doesn’t move, doesn’t respond in any way except to slowly shake his head no. His eyes never leave you; it’s as though you would disappear if he so much as blinked.

Harry sees Sarah’s worried expression, and since she can’t move at the moment, he takes action. He first lifts your hand up, pressing a kiss to it before gently placing it on the bed. Harry then stands up and carefully walks over to Mitch. He places a hand on Mitch’s shoulder, but it’s quickly shaken off.

“Mitch-” Harry starts but gets cut off.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Harry replies. “None of us are fine.”

“I can’t lose her.”

“We won’t.”

“You don’t know that! This is serious. Sepsis is deadly. This could kill her!”

“Mitch, come here,” Sarah says again, voice firmer this time.

“No.”

“Switch with me. You need to hold her.”

Mitch doesn’t move until Harry quietly says, “Go hold our girl.”

He finally moves, uncrossing his arms and walking to the side of the bed. Harry goes back to the opposite side so he can hold you up while Sarah slides out and Mitch situates himself.

Once he’s lying on the bed, which is in an upright position, Harry guides you so that you’re leaning against Mitch. Your back is resting on his chest, and he wraps his arms firmly around your waist. He feels the steady rise and fall of each breath you take, and for the first time in hours allows himself to relax and feel relief.

Harry sits in the chair by your bed and again holds your hand. Sarah stands on the opposite side, one hand on Mitch’s shoulder, the other occasionally moving to gently wipe away the tears that silently roll down his cheeks. Only after she’s sure everyone is sleeping as peacefully as possible does she finally sit on the couch in the room and rest.

It’s a long night, the first of many in your hospital stay. You’re barely conscious for most of it; even when you’re awake you can’t fight off the brain fog to understand what’s happening. All you know is that there’s always someone by your side, holding your hand, reassuring you that you’ll be okay. You believe these people, even if you can’t always identify them you know that you love and trust them.

However, for Harry, Sarah, and Mitch, every detail of this experience is deeply engrained in their memories. For Harry, the worst moment is watching your body seize after your temperature spiked. It’s the third day, and Mitch and Sarah are home grabbing some more clothes for everyone. The moment your body starts to jerk Harry is briskly led out of the way by hospital staff so they could tend to you. When you stop seizing they move you out of the room so they could run more tests, leaving Harry standing there alone.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there for, unmoving, unthinking, just in shock. Finally, the ringing of the phone in his pocket breaks through to him. He answers and at the sound of his mother’s voice on the line he finally breaks down.

Sarah and Mitch walk in to see Harry sobbing and you missing. They immediately panic and think the worst. Luckily, their presence comforts Harry enough that he’s able to calm down to explain what happened to them, as well as to his mom who is still on the phone.

To no one’s surprise Anne and Gemma arrive the next day to support all of you. Anne pulls her son in for a tight hug while Gemma sits with you. They switch after a little while, Gemma on the couch with Harry and Anne by your side. You’re dazed still, but awake, and you lean into her touch. She holds you like you’re one of her own.

For Mitch, the worst moment is a couple days later. It’s the middle of the night, everyone else home since hospital policy only allows one person with you at night. The nurse checks you and Mitch notices the worried look on his face. A minute later the nurse returns, this time with a doctor.

After the doctor finishes her exam she turns to Mitch to explain what’s happening.

He’s tired, and scared, and needs to clarify what he’s being told and says, “So her kidneys are shutting down? Her organs aren’t working right? Isn’t that like, the start of the end?”

“They’re not shutting down. However, they’re not working to their normal standard, but there are things we can do to reverse that. We caught it quick, and we’ve started the treatment. I know it’s scary, but please don’t worry yet.”

“You’ll tell us when to worry, right?” In that moment Mitch doesn’t care that he sounds like a little kid scared of monsters under the bed. He needs the reassurance from the professional.

“If it comes to that, I promise to be honest. But let’s hope it won’t okay?”

Mitch nods and the doctor checks you one last time before leaving the room. You’re awake, but groggy, so Mitch sits on the bed with you and sings quietly until you fall back asleep.

For Sarah, the worst moment is actually one evening where you’re awake, alert, and aware of what’s going on. At this point the doctors are allowing themselves to be more hopeful about your prognosis. Your kidneys are working properly again, your heart rate and temperature are staying at acceptable levels, and your labs are showing that the antibiotics are working against the infection.

Despite all of this good news, you know that your body has been through a lot, even if you hadn’t been aware of it at the time. You ask Sarah to be completely honest and tell you everything that you don’t remember. Reluctantly, she fills you in on the details.

You sit with the information for a moment until Sarah hears you whisper, “I’m going to die.”

“No, honey, no, you’re getting better. Why do you think you’re going to die?”

“My family. We- we don’t survive. We thought my dad was getting better and he took a turn and was gone so fast. We die. Maybe I’m supposed to die too. And then we’ll all be in heaven together.”

Sarah holds you close and says, “I know you miss them. And I know that you’re scared. But you have the best medical care, and you’re truly getting better. Just hold on a little longer.”

“What if I don’t want to anymore?”

It’s eerily silent in the room, save for the beeping of machines, until Sarah quietly says, “Please, love, please keep fighting. You have been through so much, but you’re still here. Maybe it’s selfish, but we need you here. Me, and Mitch, and Harry, we can’t do life without you. There’s so much more we want to do together, so please keep fighting. I promise we’ll make life wonderful. You just need to be here to see it.”

You notice the impact your words had on her, and realize you didn’t even mean it, not really. You don’t want to die. But you’re scared to let yourself think that way. You’re scared to be hopeful and positive because that’s when things go so horribly wrong.

You don’t know how to explain all of that, so you settle for promising her that you’ll fight to stay alive. She’s relived by your words, but still worried and holds on to you tight.

Sarah glances at the clock and knows that Harry will be back soon to take over the night shift. She just needs to keep her emotions in check until she gets home.

Once back at the apartment, she rushes into Mitch’s arms. She reassures him that nothing’s wrong with you and you’re still on the mend. She tells him it’s the buildup of emotions that has her this upset. He spends the night holding her as sobs wrack her boy, whispering to her that everything will be okay, placing comforting kisses to her head.

Just like he had done with you a few nights prior, he sings until Sarah falls asleep, then continues to cradle her in his arms.

More than two weeks after being admitted, you’re officially on the mend and infection free. Unfortunately, you’re still very weak and you need to spend a few days there undergoing psychical therapy to rebuild some strength. For you this is the worst part. You’re technically healthy, you’ve been living in a hospital forever, you miss your cats, and you just want to be home.

Everyone tries cheering you up and encouraging you in different ways, which all seem to work. You can tell they’ve been through a lot over the past few weeks so you do everything you can to get home to them.

You work especially hard one day after Sarah quietly and cheekily says, “We want to be able to celebrate your good health after you’re home. You’ll need stamina for that.” You blush at her words and the wink she gives you.

Finally, you’re officially discharged. You thank all of your doctors and nurses before Sarah wheels you out. Harry carries your bags and you all head to where Mitch is waiting with the car.

You enter your apartment to a welcome home banner, Mitch’s parents, Anne, and Gemma. Before you can greet any of them your cats both run over. You sit on the floor, and they fight for your attention, meowing, purring, rubbing their faces against yours.

Eventually they’re satisfied that it’s really you and they move off of your lap. Harry helps you stand back up and spends the rest of the afternoon hovering by your side.

Anne and Gemma make dinner, and though your appetite isn’t back to normal, you enjoy every bite of the homecooked meal. As everyone is eating the dessert Mitch’s parents brought, you start to lose energy. Harry is still next to you, and you lean into him more and more, needing his support.

“Time for bed, love?” he asks quietly. You sleepily nod yes in reply.

You wave good night to everyone, and Harry helps you get ready for bed. He lays down with you, and you can hear voices coming from the dining room.

“Do you want me to ask them to leave? Or talk quieter?” he asks you.

“No,” you reply. “I like hearing them.”

Within minutes you’re asleep, sprawled on top of Harry whose arms are holding you tight to him. You wake up briefly in the middle of the night and see that Sarah and Mitch are on either side of you and Harry. For the first time in a month, you feel content.

Unfortunately, you’re still feeling the effects of your illness weeks later. You’re facing more fatigue than usual. Since the infection had started in your lungs, they experienced some damage and still give you trouble. You try to be a good patient for the others, taking any medicine and treatments the doctors still have you on, but sometimes it gets frustrating the way they baby you.

It comes to a head one day in mid-December while you’re all decorating the apartment for Christmas.

First is Harry telling you to put on another coat while you’re putting lights on your deck outside. You explain the multiple layers you’re already wearing, but he insists that you need the coat, so you give in. You’re sweating by the time you’re done.

Next is Mitch taking over when you’re assembling your artificial tree. Sure, it was bulky and heavy, and the needles always gave you at least a few small scratches, but it had been your grandparents. You’d assembled it for them every year since you were big enough, and completing that task always signifies the start of Christmas to you. But again, you step back and let him take over, knowing that he means well and just wants to help.

The real tipping point is when you get on a ladder to put the star on top of the tree. All three of them offer to do it instead, and then hover around you the whole time you’re up there.

“You’re all being dramatic,” you say as you reach just a little farther to get the topper perfectly situated. You see Harry’s hand dart out towards you, and you roll your eyes.

“We just want you to be safe,” Sarah says as you walk down the ladder.

“I am. I am perfectly safe. Nothing I’m doing is dangerous. I have no desire to do anything that will risk my life. I kind of want to keep living, you know.”

“That’s not what you said before,” Sarah states so quietly, like she didn’t mean to let that thought out.

The room goes silent, Mitch and Harry both looking between the two of you.

“What?” you ask. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Sorry, it’s nothing. I didn’t mean-”

“No, you absolutely did mean to say it. When did I say I didn’t want to live?”

You see the tears fill her eyes and want to go over to comfort her, but you’re frozen. Because suddenly you remember the conversation. And you feel awful. You hate yourself for having said that to her, especially seeing that she’s still affected by those words that weren’t even true.

“One night at the hospital. When you made me tell you everything that had happened to you. And then I had to beg you to fight and hold on for us! You wanted to leave us!”

“Is that true, Y/N? You wanted to die?” Harry asks. Mitch is frozen next to him, staring at the floor like he doesn’t want to hear any of this.

“No!” you say. “I promise, it’s not true.” Finally, you’re the first to move, and you walk to Sarah, gently cupping her cheek, forcing her eyes to meet yours.

“I do not want to die. I didn’t want to die then, I swear. But, at that point, I thought I was going to anyway. I’m so used to everything going wrong that I didn’t want to allow myself to hope. Please believe me, I do not want to leave you.”

She’s silent for a moment and you wipe away the tears that roll down her cheeks.

“I believe you,” she whispers. You share a small smile and press your lips to hers is a chaste kiss.

When you look up you see that Mitch and Harry still haven’t moved.

You pull away from Sarah and say, “Come here.”

The boys listen and you point to the couch, telling all three of them to sit. You choose to sit on the coffee table across from them so that they can all see you.

“I know that you guys have been through a lot,” you start. “And I know it’s because of me. I’ve been on the other side, watching the people I love in the hospital, so I understand what you’re going through. You thought you were going to lose me, and you can’t shake that feeling. I get that you’re scared. But I’m not going anywhere. I mean, I beat a septic infection. I’m more badass than I thought.” This finally shook off everyone’s looks of doom as they smiled at the thought of you being a survivor.

Mitch, who’s sitting in the middle, reaches out to you. He pulls you so that you’re straddling his lap. Harry and Sarah both turn to put a hand on your back, on the same exact spot which causes you all to laugh when they playfully swat the others hand away to claim the spot. Sarah wins and Harry instead places his hand on your head. He turns you to face him and it almost hurts to look at his sad puppy eyes.

You lean over and place a kiss on his lips, before doing the same to Mitch and then Sarah. There’s a moment where no one speaks, and you all just hold onto each other as a reminder that everyone is safe.

After a few minutes you conversationally say, “So, who gets to pick the first Christmas movie?” The remaining tension finally breaks, and you all enjoy the rest of the day together.

It’s not the last moment of fear for everyone. You’ll occasionally notice them being more overprotective, or needing reassurance that you’re safe, but you understand them and make sure to patiently put them at ease every time. It’s been a rough few months, but you feel it’s strengthened the bonds you all have even more.

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AN: Thank you again for reading this story! This is the end of the sickfic. I think the next extra I post is going to be a spicy one!

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Narcissistic Behaviour

Summary: Harry loves to talk about himself, but it’s suppose to be Y/N’s special day. (wc: 2627)

a/n: I guess it’s angst and fluff but what do I know? The answer to that is absolutely nothing lol. Enjoy!

It was moments like this that made you feel like you were dating a narcissist. When it’s just the two of you, Harry let’s you do all the sharing. He encourages you, actually, to talk more about yourself and he would listen.

But when there was more people around, Harry liked to be the best host he can be, showing off his major success and sharing his own stories. There’s nothing wrong with that, but you wish during times like these he would share the attention.

Especially since it was your birthday. The one day of the year that you felt it was okay to be a little selfish, calling it national Y/N day. It was the only day of the year that you weren’t trying to get out of the spotlight, being so used to be invisible and never attention seeking.

And because you are okay with the attention for one day, Harry threw you a surprise party. Something that inevitably makes you center of attention, or so you thought.

Harry’s place was dark as you entered but it only lasted a minute as a giant group of people jumped up as the light flickered on and they all cheered, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

You started laughing as you calmed down from your mini heart attack and others chuckled at your jump from the scare. You scanned the room and saw that the majority of people were friends, only some were unfamiliar but most likely Harry’s friends.

Harry appeared from the group to give you a big hug, lifting you off the floor and doing a quick spin. “Happy birthday, princess,” he spoke as he kissed your cheek.

“Thank you, H,” you smiled widely. You adored this man.

When he was finally put you down from your special birthday hug, you started to make your rounds of greeting the guests and chatting with some acquaintances.

–

You now stood with a group of your closest friends.

“This party is great, Y/N,” your friend comments. You were in the middle of thanking her when Harry snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind you.

“Yeah, I know, I did it myself,” Harry said. Your friends laughed at his usual conceitedness.

“And you did a great job, Har,” you said, turning to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“What have you been up to, Y/N?” your friend, Nora, asks. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I know right! I’ve been so busy with work lately. I haven’t had time for anything else lately.”

“Poor thing,” a friend commented.

“I’ve been telling her she needs to go on a vacation,” Harry chipped in. “But she won’t take the time off.”

“Y/N!” Nora scowled, “You need to live a little. When’s the last time you took time off?”

You shrug, unsure of the answer. The only time you can recall was over a year ago with Harry to Jamaica.

“It was forever ago,” Harry spoke up for you. “Like what, a year ago?” He looks at you for reassurations and you nod. “She wouldn’t even go with me to Cabo last week.”

“What?!” Your friends stood there shock. Not only did you give up a vacation, but you gave it up for work when you could have hit the beach with THE Harry Styles. “Well how was Cabo?” another friend asks, everyone looks over to Harry.

“It was good… actually, it was great. It’s beautiful over there, especially during this time of year.”

“And the beach?”

“The sand is so soft and the water is so clear n’ warm. It was a fun experience.” Harry was exaggerating a bit. Yes, the beach was beautiful, but he didn’t stay long enough to relax and enjoy the waves because of the paps that started to crowd the area. But no one needed to know that boring piece of information.

The questioning continued for the popstar, your friends interested in knowing why he went there in the first place and all the top notch celebrities that he spent time with. It started to feel as if this was no longer your birthday party but Vogue’s 73 question interview with Harry Styles.

You became bored, irritated, and ignored so you excused yourself, not that anyone noticed, to another part of the house. You moved to the kitchen and started to refill your wine glass.

“Hey there, birthday girl!” You turn to see a very old friend of yours, Bradley.

“Wow, if it isn’t the Bradley James. How have you been?” You ask as you both reach out for a hug.

“I’ve been good, how about you?”

“A lot better since our college days.” He chuckles a little, thinking about how troublesome the years you shared in college were.

“Oh yes, our infamous college days of sleep deprivation and starvation. Luckily, I’m not too busy that I get enough sleep now.”

“Oh lucky!” You whine. “I’m still tired from not enough sleep back then.” As you and Bradley continued your discussion, Harry had entered the kitchen, getting away from the interview he created.

He swiftly appeared by your side and added himself into the conversation effortlessly, asking, “Whatcha guys talkin’ about?”

“Our sleep schedules or lack thereof,” Bradley answered.

“Oh, really?” Harry was slightly confused on how such a subject was interesting.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t understand, it’s an old thing for us,” you responded bluntly. You assumed that Harry would either continue to listen to you guys or excuse himself, because how could he possible make an inside joke that doesn’t understand about him?

Well count on Harry to find a way. As you told Bradley how sometimes you couldn’t get enough sleep because of your job, Harry jumped in.

“Yeah, she doesn’t even get to sleep sometimes,” Harry started. Finally, you thought, something about me out of his mouth. But as he continued, your thought was proven wrong, “and I feel bad because I know how that feels. I basically have no sleep schedule on tour because I never get to sleep.”

“Oh man, that’s sounds challenging,” Bradley spoke. Suddenly, you wanted to catching up with Bradley another time, a time when someone else wasn’t eager to put himself in everything.

“Trust me, it is.”

And that’s when you see the perfect plan for your escape. Your absolute best friend, and also Harry’s sister, Gemma arriving late like usual, is now finally entering. She spots you looking at her and waves. “Oh, Gemma just got here. I’m going to go talk to her, but Bradley we need to catch up more.”

“Definitely, let me know when.” You nod and give him a quick departure hug. You’re glad when you see Harry doesn’t follow you to his sister.

“Happy birthday, girl!!” She exclaims while waving a present in front of you.

“Thank you, now come get drunk with me.” You grab her by the wrist and drag her to the home bar. You take out two shot glasses and start filling them with tequila. This is what you need to relieve the frustration you are feeling. You quickly down your shot before she can even pick hers up. You down another one in no time.

“Woah, Y/N, you’re either having the best birthday ever, or the worst,” She snickers, “Which one is it?”

“I mean, it’s not the worst, but that brother of yours…” You don’t care to finish the sentence because she knows by your tone that he is irritating you.

“What’s he doing now?” Gemma ask. You wait to take two more shots before explaining everything.

“He’s such an…ughhh” you groan out in frustration. “He won’t shut up about himself. It’s my birthday and he won’t shut up about himself!”

“I told you he was a narcissist,” Gemma jokes, trying to lighten your anger. It takes a few minutes before your anger is fully gone, thanks to Gemma and the tequila. You’re not drunk, just a little tipsy at this point.

Gemma drags you back to the party and back to socializing. Harry hasn’t been anywhere to be seen recently but that’s not your main priority right now.

It wasn’t until half an hour later when he came back out of nowhere. But now he was carrying a large cake with the help of Bradley. Everyone crowded the living room as they all sang “Happy Birthday.” The large cake was placed in front of you and you admired the big sparkly candles. When the song was done, it took two big huffs to blow them out.

The cake was sliced and pieces were distributed. Your favorite part of the party was now. As people took seats and enjoyed their cakes, your closest friends got up to say a few words about you. Nora’s was short and simple, Gemma’s was funny and full of inside jokes. Harry was last to go.

“Alright, hello everyone,” Harry was never a big fan for speeches, especially about people that meant so much to him, “so I want to say a few things about my wonderful girlfriend.” That title always made you smile. You positioned himself so that he was looking directly at you. “The past couple of years I’ve spent with you, I’ve come to learn that you are the most hardworking and understanding person I know.” You did always enjoy a good compliment, but what started off good took a turn for the worse. “Even when I’m gone traveling and performing around the world and furthering my career, you understand and support me no matter what…” You drowned out whatever he said next as the anger inside came back.

You stood up abruptly and spoke out, “Wow, you’re unbelievable, Styles. Can’t stop talking about yourself for one second, can you?” It was obviously a rhetorical question, but even if it wasn’t, you stormed out before he could even answer. The confusion on his face matched everyone else’s. It was silent for a moment as people tried to understand what had happened.

Finally, Harry spoke up, “I-I’m going to go check on her.”

He found you in his en suite bathroom. You stood with our arms out leaning on the counter, and looking at yourself in the mirror. The door was open but he still knocked as a precaution.

“Y/N? What was that about?”

She huffed out a large amount of air before answering, “It was about you being so damn self-centered.”

“W-what? Self-centered? You think I was being self-centered?” He never thought he had acted self-centered this evening and was quite embarrassed with her outburst.

“No, Harry, I don’t think you were being self-centered, I know you were being self-centered. Everything you said was about you or was leading up to be about you.”

“Woah, that’s not true. It was your friends that wanted to talk about me and asked me questions, I didn’t ask for that.”

“Then if you had such a problem with talking about yourself, you should have excused yourself. And what about Bradley? He never asked for you to complain about the sleep you don’t get. And that speech, that stupid speech!”

“You didn’t even let me finish that ‘stupid’ speech before you embarrassed me in front of every-”

“There you go again! You’re worried about being embarrassed right now instead of my own feelings. You know what,” you release a heavy sigh, “just go back to your party. I don’t want to deal with you right now.”

Harry didn’t argue back, he took you in for a few more seconds before giving a slight nod and going back downstairs. He felt like a child that was just scolded.

–

They party ended way earlier than expected. It was a bit awkward that they celebrating a girl who wasn’t even there. As everyone else had left, Gemma stayed for a tad bit longer to talk to Harry about what had happened.

“I don’t understand where all that came from. I was just trying to throw her a nice birthday party n’ she seemed to enjoy it,” Harry ranted.

“Harry, it’s not that she didn’t like the party.”

“Then what is it? How is me throwing her a party self-centered?” And so Gemma explained, in a much calmer way than you tried earlier. She explained how you felt about the way he acts at public events. For the most part, you never cared when Harry talked about himself at other social events because the events were usually for him. And there would be other celebrities to brag about their luxury lives so it only seemed natural.

But these were your friends who didn’t to go on vacations whenever they wanted or buy a fancy car just to drive around a foreign city. Then again, that’s why Harry liked to share cool things about his life to your friends. He knows how much your friends mean to you and only wants to impress them, convince them that he is good enough for you.

Not everyone was a big fan of you dating a world popstar at the beginning of the relationship, but years have passed and now they support you. But sometimes Harry feels the need to continue to get their approval.

You didn’t know he felt that way and you didn’t know that’s why he acted in such a way. But how could you know this if he never spoke to you about it? Talking to you was what Gemma suggested after she spoke on your part and he confessed his slight insecurity.

With a goodbye hug, Gemma had left and Harry started ascending the stairs. He noticed how you were all ready for bed, in your pajamas and deep under the covers. You have your earbuds in to drown out the sound of what was once happening downstairs and to try to relax. You didn’t see him enter because you were facing away from the door. But you felt the bed dip as he scooted in, still fully closed.

“Y/n…” he spoke quietly. There was no reply. He softly rested his hand on her shoulder. You were slightly startled by the contact, but then slowly turned over to face him. Your simple compliance caused a small smile to grow on his face. He took out your earbuds out and you let him. You didn’t say anything, but instead waited for him to start talking.

“M’sorry,” he spoke. “Gemma told me what I was doin’ and I promise it wasn’t intentional. I just want your friends to like me,” he talked shyly as if he was embarrassed by his request of approval.

“H, my friends already like you, and bragging about stuff won’t make them like you any more.” You were quiet, no longer angry.

“I know that now, and I’m sorry for not realising that sooner.” You sat up more and cuddled into him, resting your hand on his chest and relaxing your head into the crook of his neck. You were ready for this stupid argument to be over.

“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have freaked out on you, especially in front everyone.” He mumbled something of reassurance that it’s okay. “It was a really nice party though. Thank you.” You looked up to him

“Of course. Happy birthday, love.” He closed the distance between the two of you with a sweet kiss.

“Is there any cake left?” You asked right after his lips departed yours. He chuckled at your love of cake.

“Yeah, I saved you some of my cake. And we can eat it with my fancy forks that I got in Italy,” Harry joked.

“You better shut it, Styles. It’s still my birthday.” Year after year, Harry was always the best gift you could ask for.

Hey! Where’s the sequel to Out of a dream? I really enjoyed this blurb and I’m really looking forward to it!!!

HI LOVELY!! it’s still currently in the making (yes i am so sorry it’s been months.) but it should be published around next week as i have a lot of times on my hands then!! thank you for tuning in! 💞

exhibitionism + edging, showing subrry off and telling him what a good boy he is 😵‍💫

*The Club*

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my chest before letting my hair out of the shower cap. I checked the time and was pleased we were on schedule, maybe even a little ahead. Drying off, I dropped the towel to the floor and headed into the main bedroom.

My eyes went to the side of the bed, and a pleased smirk spread on my lips as I saw Harry. His cock was hard, pressing up against his stomach, dripping down on his thighs, crotch, and stomach. A black satin blindfold was tied around his head and except for the chain choker around his neck held closed by a padlock, he was completely naked.

I took a seat by my vanity and did my makeup and my hair for the night before putting in some earrings, rings, and a necklace. Pleased with the look, I walked over to the bed where I'd laid out my outfit for the night. I put on the mesh bra and made sure the extra decorative straps around the waist and back were laid properly before putting on the matching thong.

Pulling up the leather pants, I admired myself in the full-length mirror. The heels I'd picked out for the night were downstairs so for now I was done and all that remained was to get Harry dressed. "Stand" I told him as I grabbed one of my favorite harnesses for him.

Harry slowly got up, getting feeling back in his feet again after kneeling for a long period of time. I stroked my hand over his chest, enjoying seeing how his nipples hardened and his poor cock twitched in eagerness. "Quite excited for tonight aren't you, H?" I asked, moving my hand very slowly down toward his crotch.

Harry opened his mouth to reply before quickly snapping it shut and nodding. I chuckled and flicked his cock with my finger. "Good boy. You may speak until further notice" I told him. Harry put his hands behind his back and groaned as I kept running my fingertips up and down his cock every so gently. "Please, Miss" he keened, his stomach muscles visibly tightening in front of me.

Grinning, I patted his chest. "You should save your begging for later tonight" I told him before I pulled off the blindfold he was wearing. Harry squinted at the light and blinked rapidly a few times before I was his eyes looking me over. "You're so pretty" he whispered and took a second look. "Touch?" he asked quietly as he moved his to his front.

"No. Put this on" I ordered him before walking away to decide the rest of his outfit, smiling as I heard him let out a breath and a slight whimpering sound coming from him. Finding a pair of leather pants that matched mine, I plucked it off the hanger and grabbed a jockstrap.

I signaled for him to put it on while I grabbed him some socks and a button-up shirt to wear while we were driving. "Miss? Help, please?" Harry asked as he couldn't get the harness to lay right as he looked at himself in the mirror. I rolled my eyes. "What would you do without me? So helpless" I tutted as I walked over and started tightening and adjusting the straps so they were perfect.

"I know, Miss. I'm sorry" Harry blushed. "Thank you for helping me, Miss" he said while I grabbed his collar and pulled him towards me. Kissing him slowly, I hummed against his lips as he returned the kiss passionately. He put his hands on my hips and he moved closer while he rubbed his fingers on my exposed skin.

"Please, can I taste you? Want to make you feel so good, Miss, please. I'll be so good, want you" Harry moaned as he asked so nicely. I stroked his cheek. "Get down on your knees" I told him softly, giving him a smile. Harry licked his lips and quickly kneeled, running his hands down my legs.

I stroked his hair while I nudged his crotch with my foot. "Now why would I let a naughty boy have such a treat?" I asked. Harry looked at me confused. "Naughty, Miss?" he asked and I could see his mind going a thousand miles as he thought it over. He jerked his hands off me as if I'd burned him. "I-I" he started apologizing but I just hushed him and put my finger against his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll only add an extra 30 minutes to our playtime for you touching me without permission" I told him with a smile. I gave him his shirt and socks before I told him to get up and follow as I headed downstairs.

After I'd finished getting my heels and blazer on, I grabbed my little clutch. I held out my hand for him to take. He looked at it and went to grab it before he stopped himself and looked at me unsure. "You may touch me now, baby boy" Harry smiled and took my hand.

The drive to the club was just about 40 minutes and the closer we got the more Harry tried to adjust the tight pants around his crotch. "Leave the shirt in the car" I told him as we got to the valet parking. I held my hand up to signal the valet boy to stop, Harry would open the door for me.

Harry took off his shirt quickly before he got out of the car and walked over to my side. Opening the door, he held out his hand for me. I accepted it and stepped out and handed him the clutch before I slipped off the blazer. Giving the valet boy the car keys and a little tip, I grabbed Harry's hand again.

After showing off our member cards and ID, we were finally inside. The music was going, people were dancing, some were playing while some were just chatting. It was exhilarating.

Seeing a free booth area, I led Harry over. "Quite a crowd tonight, everyone had the same idea as us" I said leaning back and taking in everyone. "Mmm" Harry hummed as he looked around too. Some people on the stage caught his eye. It was two women and one man, the man was being whipped by both the ladies.

Smirking, I put my hand on his bulge and squeezed. "Jealous?" I asked as I leaned in. Harry gave a slight nod before a blush spread over his face. "I'm sure something can be arranged" I chuckled and moved my hand to his back.

I laughed loudly and nearly snorted as I listened to Julia telling a story about an incident at work. Our friends had finally arrived after being an hour late and judging by Leo's hair and the marks on his neck and chest- it was easy to see why they'd been late.

"Remind me to never ever work in retail. I don't know how you do it" I told her honestly and took a sip of my water. "Neither do I to be honest" Julie replied with a slight chuckle. We both looked out at the crowd to check on our boys. Harry, Leo, and some of the other boys were talking and laughing on the dancefloor.

"So, will we be seeing you two at the party on Saturday?" Julie asked, sipping her drink. I nodded. "We'll be there! What kind of people will be attending? Need to know where the line is" I asked and looked at her. "Oh, it'll be fellow scene people so you're free to come as you are. Just some drinks but we can still express ourselves" Julie said.

"I'll be sure to book a cab then" I grinned. Leo came and sat down next to Julie and whispered in her ear. Meeting Harry's eyes, I beckoned him over with a finger. While I waited for him to make his way over, Leo slid down to the floor. Julie gave me a smirk as she spread her legs and pulled her skirt up.

We'd been friends a long time and had pretty much seen each other do everything, especially at the club. Harry's face was flushed and there was a slight sheen of sweat all over his chest as he took his seat next to me, his eyes going to Leo who was eagerly lapping at Julie's pussy.

He looked at me hopefully, making me laugh quietly. Pulling him in for a kiss, I tangled my fingers into his hair, loving how he would whimper and moan as I tugged on his hair. "Be good boy and eat you out, Miss? Taste you, make you feel good, please" Harry begged against my lips.

"I think it's time to lose the pants, baby" I told him as I stroked his cheek. Harry nodded and stood up, eagerly starting to push down his leather pants. He slipped his shoes back on and sat down. I pulled the cup on his jockstrap back and pulled his cock out, holding my thumb on his cockhead and running it in circles on the sensitive tip.

Harry moaned and threw his head back as he grasped onto the couch bench we were sitting on. "Fuck! Miss, please" he panted as he turned his head to look at me. "Please what?" I asked him while I kept on rubbing his cockhead. "Cum! Please, can I cum? Need to cum, please" he begged, his fingers turning white from how hard he was clutching the couch, drops of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Oh, no I don't think so" I smiled, gave his cock a little tug, and took my hand off him. Harry whined and his hips were moving as his cock searched for friction. "You should take off the jockstrap actually, I'll have better access that way" I told him, ignoring how Julie was moaning and cumming right next to me as she wrapped her legs around Leo and pushed his face into her.

Harry let go of the couch and hooked his fingers to the straps and pushed them down. "I'm quite thirsty actually, could you get me a red bull with ice?" I 'asked' while I grabbed a green armband from my clutch and slipped it on Harry's wrist. "You can have water if your thirsty too"

I could see that it was taking his brain longer to take in the words I was saying and fully process them. He looked at his bracelet and I saw his cock twitch. Licking his lips he stood up, his face bright red. "Oh, Harry, would you mind getting me a mojito while you're over there" Julie asked as she gave him a smirk.

He nodded and started to walk over to the bar. "First time alone with the green on" I told Julie while keeping an eye on him. The club had several color codes, a green bracelet meaning the person was free to be touched. Hands were sliding and stroking him everywhere as he made his way to the front of the bar.

Harry groaned as someone squeezed his ass tightly, while another stroked his cock. "A-a red bull with, fuck! Ice please" Harry whimpered as someone pulled on his nipples. "And, a mojito, please" he grasped the edge of the bar and closed his eyes, the feeling of someone spreading his cheeks and pressing a finger against his asshole.

"I'll bring it over" the bartender said as she started making the drinks. "No, please, I'm supposed to get them" Harry spoke up and choked back a moan. "Give this to your dom, I'll be over with the drinks when they're done" Harry accepted the little business card and signed the bill before he started making his way, hands touching him as he went.

He handed over the card before he slid down to the floor and pressed himself as close as possible to me. Reading the card, I chuckled and stroked Harry's hair. I showed it to Julie who also did a little chuckle. "Oh yeah, I've had a few of those. Give them to the subbies they think are likely to drop the drinks. I say she called that one right" I smirked and nodded. "Me too"

Harry was practically shaking, clinging to my legs and waist as he panted, his hard cock dripping precum everywhere. I kept stroking Harry's hair, giving him a chance to calm down a little. Feeling a little pinch on my arm, I looked down quickly with a frown. "Baby?" I asked.

Harry held up the hand with his armband on. "Off, please?" he asked as quietly as he could considering the music and the other people talking. I gave him a comforting smile and nodded. "Want to come sit up here?" I asked as I took off the bracelet, putting it back in my clutch.

He got up and sat down right next to me, almost sitting on my lap. I wrapped my hands around him. "Want a break?" I asked, meeting his eyes. He shook his head quickly. "No! Just want you! Please" he whimpered as he pressed his face into my neck.

I rubbed his back as he sat still for a few minutes. "I'm sorry, Miss" Harry said as he pulled back, a little blush on his face. "What you sorry for?" I asked and took his hand. "For getting overwhelmed. I liked it but it was so much and you weren't there and I wanted you there but I wasn't even that far away and" he rambled, lost in his thoughts.

Cupping his face, I met his eyes. "If we bring out the green armband again, I will be by your side the whole time. Okay? I never want you to be uncomfortable, scared, or worried. I'm going to keep you safe" I told him firmly but lovingly. Harry chewed on his lip before he nodded. "Okay, Miss"

"Good boy" I moved my hands down to his neck and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss, practically feeling Harry melt in my hands. He put one hand on my leg to steady himself as he leaned into the kiss. Reaching down to his cock, I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking it slowly.

Harry's breath hitched and he let out a quiet moan. "My little boy, having his cock out for all these people. Watching you be such a good boy for me" I told him, keeping the slow pace. "Please" Harry begged with a whine.

I chuckled and took my hand off his cock. "No, no, please, Miss" he complained as he pressed his head against the wall, his cock twitching against his stomach. "See those two chairs? Imagine that you're sitting in one and I in the other. It's so close to the stage that everyone could watch as I played with my boy" I whispered into his ear, running my finger up his shaft.

Harry opened his eyes and looked over at the two chairs I was talking about. "Please, please" he whimpered. "You want everyone to see you be a good boy, baby?" I wrapped my fingers around him again, moving my hand up and down quickly.

"Fuck! Yes, please, Miss, need to cum, please, good boy promise" Harry moaned as his hips rose slightly, thrusting into my hand. Seeing that he was close to actually cumming, I took my hand off him, a smirk growing on my face as the sounds of his whimpers and disappointed sounds went straight to my cunt.

I stroked my hand up and down his chest as he breathed heavily. "I should book the stage one night. Could have you show everyone how good that mouth of yours is before I show everyone how long I can keep you on the brink" I teased, enjoying how his eyes widened and his breath sped up.

"Please" Harry begged as I took hold of his cock. "Yeah? You like that idea, baby? Me showing you off?" I tightened my grip but moved my hand up and down slowly. He nodded, whining quietly. "Be good" he mumbled, his pupils were so wide as he looked at me.

"Always so good for me. Wake me up with your mouth, give me the best foot massages, have the best ass I've ever had the pleasure of fucking and spanking" Harry arched his back, his mouth gasping silently. He was so close, I considered letting him cum.

But I took my hand off him again. "Noo! No, no, please! Miss, please!" He cried as he shifted in his seat, raising his hand before bringing them behind his back so he wouldn't touch himself. "Please, let me cum. I'll do whatever you want, please" he sniffled and squirmed.

"Oh, you want to cum?" I asked, wrapping my hand around his cock. "Yes! Yes, please, want to cum so bad Miss, please need to please" he begged as I stroked my fingertips over his cockhead, his hands coming out from behind his back only so he could press them down into the couch. "So close, Miss, please, please" he begged breathily, his head dropping back.

I jerked him off quickly and with a tight grip. "Open your eyes, look at everyone that's watching you. All of them so jealous" I told him as he lifted his head, opening his eyes and looking around, moving my hand as fast as I could. "Please! Going to cum, Miss, going to, I can't, please" he gasped and held his breath as he started to shoot his cum all over his chest.

Smirking, I looked at him pleased. I kept my fingers around his cock until he was done. "Thank you, thank you, Miss, love you" he mumbled as he tried to open his eyes to look at me. I leaned in and gave him a kiss, stroking his arm. "I love you too, baby. Make me so proud" I told him before letting him rest against me as he was almost asleep. The poor boy was worn out.

When Julie pushed Leo down between her legs again she looked at me. "This is all your fault by the way" I held Harry closer before smirking proudly. "You're welcome"

can he not🔥🔥

Oreos and Pickles

in which you spent 2 years with Harry and a grocery store trip makes you realize it was all secondary...

[Warning- Just angst, fluff if you like close your eyes ig, pregnancy cravings, complicated feelings and a very awful grocery store trip]

A/N- Don't even ask me where these sad things even come from

Masterlist

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"Why do they have Oreos so far back?!" You whined as you walked down the lines and lines of grocery racks. Harry laughed beside you and slid one of his arms around your waist while other held onto the trolley.

"Why don't you stay here and choose which pickle you want, and I will be back with your oreos, okay?" Harry said, and you nodded quickly, ready to go home as quickly as you could. Harry gave you a kiss on the forehead and walked forward while you chose from the plathora of pickles.

This pregnancy has made you weird. You used to be one of those people who would make faces while seeing pregnant people eat weird things like cucumber and ice cream and now you're one of those people and your weird craving of the month has been oreos and pickles.

You sighed and took out two jars of lemon pickles and decided to just walk towards your boyfriend since he was taking ages to get a packet of oreos.

As Harry came into your view, so did someone else.

"So how have you been?" You heard them ask to your boyfriend who was picking on loose threads of his sweater, which was one of his nervous ticks.

You quickly moved towards him, thinking he might need comforting. Harry wasn't very talkative person even ordering his coffee gave him so much anxiety that he brought an overpriced coffee machine. So, you didn't think much of it.

"Hey babe, you found oreos?" you asked as you came to stand beside him. The person's eyes went from him to you, and it's then you realized that they both were wearing the same shocked nervous expression.

"Yeah- um here" He took the jars from your hands and put them in the trolley with oreos.

"Who's this?" You whisper asked, not wanting to be rude if this was someone you already knew. It was hard for you to remember people, especially their names. That's why you and Harry fit so perfectly, he would remember people for you while you talked wherever he couldn't.

A perfect team as he called it.

"Hi I'm Allison" She put forward her hand to shake and you took it shaking it happily.

"She" He cleared his throat, "She's my ex wife" He said the last part almost in whisper. You eyes widened but you quickly got your shit together.

"Oh it's so nice to meet you, I'm Y/N" You introduced yourself. Harry never talked about his ex wife, you knew he was divorced and very much depressed considering you two met at the same therapist office when the receptionist accidentally appointed both of you at the same time.

Anytime you would ask, a certain sadness would cloud over his eyes, and his face would morph into a frown, so you stopped asking. If he wanted, he would tell you at his own pace.

The two of them kept staring at each other, not saying a word, and you felt a bit uncomfortable. It might have been your pregnancy hormones you didn't know, but an unknown deep pit sat in your heart.

"I will get some more things over there" You said quickly walking over to the other side still in earshot before Harry could say anything.

You winced as your sore feet ached more from walking.

You just wanted to go home.

"How have things been?" Allison asked but your back was turned so you couldn't see Harry's reaction.

"Good ya really good" He replied and you felt a relief. Why? You didn't know. You trusted Harry he would never break your trust.

"That's good to hear Harry" She replied and from her tone you guessed she was smiling maybe not really but a smile indeed.

"What about you? When did you move here?" He asked and that's when you turned not fully but enough you could look at him sideways.

They were still in their own bubble, eyes locked but neither of them were in present you saw the longing in them, maybe in both of them but you could only speak of Harry's.

You had never felt so out of place near your own boyfriend. For a second, it felt like you didn't belong here like you had separated two lovers, but you did neither of those things. You weren't some other woman who stole someone else's man, but why did it feel like you were?

"I'm just here for a work meeting. It went well so" You heard her speak signaling to the wine in her trolley.

"That's great. Congratulations" Harry said, you picked out more things from the racks you didn't need but you would rather walk home than go in between that awkward conversation.

But you had to cause now your hands were full. You sighed and started walking back, Harry gave you the gentle smile he always give when you wince while the woman's eyes followed your every move.

You stood beside Harry again and saw her eyes flick down to your grocery trolley when Harry put down the stuff you brought over.

"Pickles and Oreos? You hate both of those things" she said with a small chuckle.

"It's for her not me" Harry just gave her a small smile while you shifted your weight on your feet.

You wanted to go home.

It might have been your dramatic brain but you saw the moment realization hit her. When her brain put the two and two together, her eyes flicked towards you and then towards Harry.

"Oh, Congratulations!" She said with choked words but you knew she was forcing it. You gave her a smile and looked at Harry who opened his mouth and then closed it as if he was about to speak.

Like he had an explanation. An excuse.

"I will go to counter for billing" You said a little bit snappy which you didn't mean but he hurt. The pregnancy wasn't planned but what was he about to say? Why he looked like he wanted to explain it to her?

Harry hesitate a bit, you saw it how his legs froze for a second and now they looked like they both wanted to stay there but you didn't.

You had no hard feelings towards her, but you did feel it was wrong. Like this whole meeting of the grocery store was wrong, a glitch in matrix that wasn't supposed to happen.

But no matter what was wrong and what was right, you knew one thing loud and clear.

Harry will never love you like he loved her.

*****

Harry's Pov

it was in my drafts, so I posted it cause I haven't posted in very long.

I've almost settled in my room, but still, it's new, and I have so many classes. I hope you guys understand that I can't update very much. I will update the stages of grief, and I'm so so sorry it's delaying sm.

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