Soul Shattering

haircuts…

summary: harry got a haircut, y/n isn’t pleased. 

warnings: none. 

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Sex with you just isn’t the same anymore.”

Harry and Y/N were in bed, watching Venom on the TV, all snuggled up against each other. They just had sex, although already cleaned up. Harry was shirtless and wearing sweatpants while Y/N had one of Harry’s shirts on along with panties, her head resting against his bicep. Eddie Brock was having dinner with Anne while Venom was making fun of him. 

“It’s a haircut!”

Y/N shrugged and reached over to grab a piece of popcorn from the bowl on Harry’s lap, popping it into her mouth. 

“Don’t care.”

“Baby, look at me.”

“No, your hair’s too short. You’re practically… bald.”

Harry rolled his eyes, throwing a piece of popcorn at her. 

“Excuse you.” She gasped and sat up, appalled. She looked offended and her mouth was open, while Harry had a smile on his face, soft craters in his soft cheeks. He popped another piece of popcorn into her open mouth. 

“You called me bald.”

“Because that’s what you are.” She retorted, bringing both hands to run through his hair, moving them upwards to watch the short strands slip past her fingers. She already missed his hair that had grown out because he just never found the time or desire to get a haircut. Except for now, apparently, and he didn’t even tell her. Rude.

“It’s just so short.” She frowned, grasping his face while lightly squishing his cheeks together as he chewed on popcorn. 

“It’ll grow back?”

“And that takes time, H. You think I wanna wait that long?”

a/n: i ❤️ venom

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i smiled

sharing a bed

summary: harry and y/n share a bed. it’s not always great. 

warnings: coarse language

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Ow, fuck. Ouch, wow.”

“What the hell happened to you?” Y/N said groggily, sitting up a little whilst rubbing one of her eyes, seeing Harry curled up on the floor next to the bed. He grasped the edge of the bed and got back up, sitting down with an unamused look on his face. 

“You pushed me off.”

“How could I have pushed you off?”

“I don’t know! Why else would I be on the floor?”

“You’re, like, a six-foot tall, muscled up man, how could I push you off the bed?”

“Well, I wasn’t sleeping on the floor, that’s for sure.”

Y/N flashed him a sleepy smile, grasping his shoulder and pulling him back down onto the bed, shuffling to get comfortable once more. Harry let out a small, dramatic huff as he got in bed next to her, pulling her close and burying his face in her neck, giving her a small kiss there. Y/N pressed her cold feet against Harry’s legs, something he had gotten used to after sharing a bed with her for so long, keeping his legs tangled with hers so they could be even more tangled in the morning. 

“I’m pushing you off next time.” He mumbled.

“Shut up, go to sleep.”

a/n: thought of nerdrry while writing this, so nerdrry!

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MY FAVOURITE FUCKING FIC EVER IVE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOREVER.

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in which harry suffers from seasonal depression and she doesn’t know how to help.

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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?

aaannd the end ! i’m kidding i have so so much more for these two 🤭. we got a little insight of their history if you look close enough :). as always come talk to me about this chapter in my ask box. tell me how you felt about it, what do you think’ll happen next anything of the sort ! i love you all, thank you for reading and see you soon <3. as always, reblogs and comments are much appreciated 💜

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MY LOVES

It’s been a while since we checked in on Mr & Mrs Hey soul sister and their baby girl.

🥹🥹🥹 you're so right!!! THIS IS SUPER QUICK BUT THIS IS HOW THEY ARE!!! 😭💞

“Oh? Where’d she go? Where’d Layla go? Aaa! There she is!”

Layla laughs – a rather wet laugh – as her daddy disappears behind his hands only to pop back out with glee.

You smile from your spot on the sofa, watching your two favorite people in the entire world make each other giggle.

“I can’t believe she’s getting so big,” he muses, grinning wildly when she takes hold of his finger and refuses to let go.

“I know,” you agree, a melancholy ripple in your chest. “She’s already turning into a Mr. Hey Soul Sister 2.0.”

He smirks, glancing over her face. “Damn right she is. I knew she’d be a Daddy’s girl.”

“Well, she’s not the first,” you retort teasingly, to which he chuckles.

“Is that right?”

“Mhm.”

“Aw, now you’re gonna make me feel bad. Have I been neglecting my best girl?”

Your eyes roll but you can't help feeling slightly enamored. “Ha, ha. Very funny. All right, can you please take your daughter to bed now? I let her stay up an extra five minutes, but she’s gotta go down.”

Harry begins to pout, instantly pulling her from her mat to clutch her against his chest protectively. “Five more minutes.”

Laughing, you say, “Harry, come on—”

“Please,” he nearly whines, pressing his cheek to her forehead. “We’ll both be so good. Won’t make a peep and then we’ll go down.”

Your glare is playful. “You said that five minutes ago.”

“…yeah, well, now I mean it.”

“Harry!”

“What?”

Your head shakes. “Come on, we both know how grumpy she gets if she doesn’t get enough sleep.”

Feigning a wounded gasp, he holds her closer. “You take that back. She is a perfect angel, and she would never throw a hissy fit or chuck things at my head.”

“Be that as it may," you retort, although you can't help giggling at the memory, "she’s sleepy, and she needs to go down, all right? I know it hurts, but you can play with her tomorrow.”

Harry glances over to see Layla mid-yawn, and he smiles gleefully at the way her one bottom tooth shimmers from behind her lip. “All right, fine. What Mommy wants, Mommy gets.”

You smirk again at the nickname before he’s taking the small child toward her bedroom, disappearing into the darkness to tuck her into her crib.

And it's then that it hits you. This moment, this relationship. How happy you are to be in your home, with your husband, and your precious child. How a night of drunken mistakes has led you into the best chapter of your entire life.

How grateful you are to him for everything he's given you.

When Harry returns to the living room, this is how he finds you. With tears in your eyes that are mercilessly beginning to slip down your cheeks.

Instantly his expression drops, and he rushes forward, hand pressing to your jaw lovingly. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong? What happened?”

Sniffling, you press yourself into his palm. “I just…I love you. So much. And I love her. She’s so beautiful. And so are you. And I just...I feel so lucky. I'm so happy, H—”

He takes a seat beside you and quickly pulls you into his embrace, burying your face in his chest as he whispers, “I know. I know, baby. Me, too. M’so goddamn lucky to have you two in my life.”

You fist his shirt in the same way Layla does. “I love you, Har. So much.”

He presses his lips to the crown of your head. “I love you, darling. More than anything in the world.”

You smile softly, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as you indulge in his touch. And it's perfect, this moment.

“...even though you gave our daughter shit taste in music,” he adds, and you laugh as you lightly swat at him, now feeling much better.

“She has excellent taste," you argue. "She knows the difference between a good song and whatever the hell the music you listen to is.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“It is.”

“Sure, okay,” he snorts before taking a beat. “At least we know she likes Fleetwood Mac. Otherwise, that could have been a disaster.”

“Oh, we would have had to disown her.”

"Absolutely."

You both smile at the thought before he gently tilts your head back to meet your eye.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers.

“Always.”

“…I’m starting to think Gimme, Gimme, Gimme is better than Dancing Queen.”

Gasping, you sit up. “Oh, yes. I knew it, I fucking knew it. See? Do you see?”

Harry laughs. "I already regret this—”

“You regret having good taste? Well, I guess that checks out.” You place yourself on his lap, knees on either side of his hips while he holds you steady. “You have made some questionable choices in your career.”

“Oh, have I?” His smile is smug as he looks up at you. 

“You have. And then you met me. You’re welcome.”

He laughs, and it’s so beautifully full of life. “I guess I never thanked you properly.”

“No. No you did not.”

He leans forward, lips just barely ghosting across yours until your breath hitches. “Then by all means...allow me to fix that.”

You can’t help the excitable tremor in your chest as you kiss your husband. The love of your life and the father of your beautiful baby girl. “Yeah?”

He smirks, arm looping around your back.

“Yeah.”

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Always a Fineline

warnings - little angstyyy blurb!

summary - basically just you and harry divorcing. lol.

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There sat the divorce papers between you and your husband, Harry.

Nothing had worked, you’d both been doing couples counselling and tried to build the love back up with endless dates and nights with just the two of you.

Still nothing.

You two weren’t toxic to each other, no, the spark between you both just wasn’t there anymore. It’s like the love between you and Harry had died down, all that was left was an empty hole in both of your hearts.

You met Harry while he was alone at a bar in 2013, from there you both built a really good relationship that soon turned romantic with Harry finally getting down onto one knee in 2016. Now, 2 years later you were both sat at the table Anne gave you and Harry after you’d both moved into the new house.

Harry stared down at the piece of paper, a sad gloomy dew clouding his eyes, the green appearing almost a dark grey colour.

Signing this paper was the last thing you’d have to do before parting ways for good.

“Who gets the house..?” Harry asks, holding the tip of the pen just above the signature box on the form, a frown prominent on his lips, eyes never leaving the paper.

“H, we already talked about this. I’m okay with staying with my parents till I get my new apartment.” You lean back in your chair slightly, eyes still on the curly headed boy you’d thought you’d always call home.

Harry nods sadly, bringing the pen down onto the paper, signing his name slowly before dropping it onto the page, sliding it across to the middle of the table. Yet, he still doesn’t look at you, his eyes still find his way to either the table, the wall behind you or the piece of paper.

“So.. that’s it?” He almost whispers, shrugging one shoulder, finally his eyes meet yours, both your hearts almost break, seeing the visible pain and tiredness on both of your faces, dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep due to the build up of this moment.

“You’ll be okay, Harry. I’m still gonna be here for you.” You smile sadly, trying to lighten the mood, even though there’s nothing light about this.

He shakes his head. “It won’t be the same as it was, Y/N. You know that.” He frowns, his head bowing down once again to avoid eye contact.

You stand up, walking around to his side of the table, hands softly coming in contact with his jaw, picking his face up so he’s looking up at you, like he’d always do when you were sad. “I know it won’t be the same, H. But we have to do this, do it for the sake of our mental health. All we’re doing is going around in circles, It’s an endless cycle of this.. of us.” You choke on a sob at the end, tears finally spilling out of your eyes.

Harry had tried so hard to be strong and not breakdown in front of you, but seeing you cry did it for him. Endless tears are shared between the two of you in what seems to be your last moments close to each other. “I still love you though Y/N.”

“Do you really love me or do you just love the thought of me being around you. Think about it Harry, our love is gone.” You lean down, pressing your forehead against his as you both cry, thumbs caressing the pads of his cheeks.

“I really wanted forever.” He whispers.

“Forever in another lifetime, i promise. We’ll be alright.”

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2021, Las Vegas.

The screams of fans roar through the MGM Grand Garden Arena, it was his first show of Love On Tour where he’d debut his latest Fineline album.

Taking the place onto the centre of the stage, a crew member passes him his guitar as the stage rises up slightly, “This is a special one to me, i know a lot of you have been dying to hear it. I hope you love this song as much as I do.” He smiles, clapping and awes can be heard all around the stage.

The first strum of the guitar to the beat of Fineline is played, Harry takes a deep breath, a sudden emotion coming over him in a flashback of how this song was made. Who inspired this special song to him.

“Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy.”

“You’ve got my devotion, but man I can hate you sometimes.”

Singing from the crowd can be heard, harmonising Harry in a way no other concert could compare.

“We’ll be a fineline.”

“We’ll be a fineline.”

“We’ll be a fineline.”

Somewhere through the song Harry had closed his eyes, he finally opened them, looking out to the crowd, something in him tells him to take a quick glance up to the VIP box, so he does.

It takes time for him to recognise the person peering over the edge, before it clicks. Y/N.

The person that inspired him to make this album was watching Harry like a hunter show this special album of his to the world.

A small smile cracks at his lips before returning his eyes back to the crowd.

Maybe they will be a fineline.

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TBH THIS WAS REALLY BAD AND SHORT CONSIDERING BUT IT IS MY FIRST EVERY WRITING PIECE SO DONT FEEL BAD IF YOU CRINGE BAHAHA!! PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK LOVE YA! I AM ALSO NEW TO WRITING SO THERES PROBS ALOT OF GRAMMAR ISSUES ALSO COS I RUSHED THIS WHILE LISTENING TO MONTELL FISH 😭

i dont exactly like this so feel free to skip like the whole thing!! this is my first time writing a piece like this even though i have many drafts put away, but I wanna say a big thank you to my kind friend @harringtons-honey for quite literally helping me for tips with my writing, i want to truly give you the world for that!!

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behind the doors

pairing: tanktoprry x yn

summary: we all know harry has been closed off for sometime, but what happens one night when his performance falls flat and the doors open to something new?

a/n: i wrote this months ago and haven’t read it since. i forgot what’s in here. have fun reading it xoxo missed you guys.

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She couldn't tell if Harry was going through a heated-sex crazed phase, or if his other side pieces had dropped him. For the last week and half, she would wake up to the beckon of Harry inviting her to his home. Though she didn't ask questions and still went; her body was falling tired from all the passionate sex they'd been having.

The sex was rough, at first, but that was normal. It was always rough, raw, dirty sex. But as the days went, the sex got softer and softer until Harry was found torso to torso with her, arms wrapped around her neck to bring her impossibly closer with his lips that couldn't seem to tear away from hers.

It was a phase, she thought.

Harry had been getting awfully clingy, like after sex he would actually ask her to stay in bed and cuddle, but the way he would ask would be grim and gruff. He had a reputation of being cold, that he never changed, even after the softer sex they had been having.

"I'm heading out," She would tell him, to which his body would stiffen and his hand would place firmly onto her thigh to stop her from leaving the bed, "What?"

"Well, just--" Harry mumbled huskily, not making eye contact with her as his body sank into the bed, training his sight on the wall ahead, "You can stay, or whatever. I don't mind it, you're like--a spoiled brat, so..."

His argument was always that she spoiled and he knew that she wanted cuddles afterwards, but she hadn't asked him for that since they first started seeing each other. She knew not to ask because he always got so cold about it. So instead, she always just left after they were finished having sex.

That's how it's always been.

But recently, not so much. There had been some days that she would be out with her friends and Harry would call her to come over and spend time with him, or just have sex in general. Whenever she would decline because she was busy, Harry was quick to persuade her in ways that he knew what would get her over there.

It worked every time.

But this time, it was different.

There they laid in bed with one another, tangled up, breaths hot against one another as he snapped his hips to further his aching cock inside of her. Harry felt like his body was on fire, her mouth was spewing moans against the shell of his ear, her fingers dragging red marks down his back from how good he made her feel.

Typically Harry only lasted ten to fifteen minutes in bed, that was average for anyone, but today? He was lasting a lot longer than usual. It took him sometime for his dick to work and that was embarrassing enough. She had never seen him like that before. She questioned if he had some type of ED, but then again, Harry was a closed off person and didn't want to pry.

"Fuck, you feel so good," She broke the silence, pardon; the awkward silence between the both of them. Harry always commented on her, whether it be the way her pussy feels or the way she begs for him in bed, but he was so silent this time, "You like my pussy? Like how it feels?"

She felt his body tense up, a low growl rutting through his throat as he let out a sigh, with a slight nod, "Yeah, feels really good." He was short with her, causing red alarms to sound in her head as she watched him work himself inside of her.

Maybe it was because of all the sex he had been having lately that he wasn't able to perform the way he wanted, or maybe there was something on his mind. Either way, she was confused and ultimately it pulled her out of her mood.

His chestnut curls fell onto the sweaty skin of his forehead, as he continued to thrust inside of her, and he felt himself on the edge, but it wasn't the edge that he was wanting. He was annoyed with himself, but refused to show it, so instead he grabbed her face and slammed their lips together to make out feverishly in hopes that it kept him afloat.

Even with her dripping pussy, the way it made him feel, the way it gripped onto his cock; he lost it. He was sent over the edge, and she felt it from the inside, and suddenly the both of them got quiet, the only sounds in the room was the both of them panting out and catching their breaths.

Honestly, this was the first time this had ever happened to her, and to be frank, was not a good thing for her ego. She tried not to let it hurt her feelings, but the way Harry looked so frustrated was confirmation that it was him; not her.

"It happens all the time," She said quietly as he slid out of her, not saying a word as he fell back onto the bed beside her, "Seriously, with age and all--"

"Can you just not comment on it?" Harry snapped softly as he annoyingly grabbed his clothes from the side floor and sat himself up to get dressed. She blinked.

"Maybe I can go down on you, help you get off. I don't mind if I don't this one time," She didn't want to poke at him, but this was embarrassing enough and she didn't want him to feel bad about it, "I can use my tongue, do that thing you really like--"

"Can you just stop?" Harry was turned to the wall, pulling his sweats on as he barely glanced back at her, "Why don't you just get dressed and leave, alright? I gotta be up early in the morning for work."

She glanced at the clock, it was only eight and Harry never went to bed till eleven. It was the last straw, she couldn't take it. She had been sleeping with Harry for almost a year now and even though they weren't together, she still cared about him. It was only natural, and it was obvious that something was very much wrong with him.

"What is your problem lately?" She finally snapped, grabbing her shirt as she tossed it on carelessly and stood to her feet to dress her bottom half, a rough sigh leaving her. "You have been acting really weird lately, I haven't asked questions, but I think I deserve to know why you have been acting this way?"

"I haven't been acting weird, you're acting weird," His brow perked, a hint of annoyance behind his eyes as he stood close to the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"Really? At most I used to see you twice a month, maybe three times if we are feeling froggy, but you have texted me every day for the last week and a half asking me to come over. Did something happen with the, uh...other girls, or?"

A scoff came from Harry, "Since when has that ever been your business? Ever thought that you were the only one that texted back fast enough? I mean, Christ, Y/N, what's up with the probing questions?" His arms flew up in defense as he left the room, but she was quick to follow after him. She was not buying his piss ass excuse.

"I'm not trying to fight with you, I'm just worried, Harry. That's all! Am I not allowed to feel worried about you?" She said gently, but it had a sharp edge to it. Harry grimaced, body tensing as he busied himself with his phone.

"That's your fault for caring," He said, not looking up from his phone, "You knew what this was, maybe you shouldn't have let your feelings get in the way of what this is."

"You know, you can be such a fucking dick sometimes!" She snapped, her voice raising just enough to make Harry look at her, "I know what this is, but hell, Harry, it's almost been a year since we started sleeping with each other. It's normal to form some sort of attachment, or emotion to the people in your life. I do care about you, whether you like it or not; which I know you hate it, but believe it or not there are going to be people in your life that actually like you! And care about you!"

"Oh, what are you going on about, Y/N? You act like I'm some guy made outta fuckin' stone, when I'm not. I couldn't give a fuck about it, but if you're gonna get all weird and emotional on me, then I don't wanna hear about it!" Harry defended while waving his hands around, throwing his phone onto the couch then gestured towards the door, "Can you just leave already?"

"There's obviously something wrong if--!" She stopped herself, gulping harshly when she realized that she was about to point, uh, that out and Harry cut her a evil look.

"Go ahead, say it."

"No."

"If my dick isn't working, yeah?" Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes as he fixed his sweatpants that rode low on his hips, "Thanks for pointing that out by the way, thought I could've gotten away without you noticing." He was being sarcastic, and he laid it on thick.

"That's not what I meant, Harry, you know that. I only point it out because that's never happened between us..." She sighs, walking closer to him as she takes his hands and places a soft kiss to his rings, "I know you don't like talking about your feelings, but I am here if you want to talk."

His features only softened just slightly, she could feel the tension in his hands relax softly and she thought she was getting somewhere. Cracking open the eggshell after the year they had spent with one another. That was until...

"Thanks, but no thanks," His hands burned at her touch, he pulled them from her grasp as he took a step back, "Now, leave."

She stared at him in disbelief, her jaw almost dropping from how cold he was being compared to the last week of him being sweet. It was enough to make her lid blow off the top, her hands shaking from anger, but she tried to contain them with balled fists even if the shivering bottom lip was a dead giveaway from her emotions.

"You know what?" She took a gradual step back, grabbing her jacket from the couch before patting towards the door, but sparing him a knowing glare, "I'm not doing this with you. You obviously have fucking problems and I'm not a punching bag you can take them out on. Just lose my number because I'm done."

Her voice shook, and she felt a pang of pain in her chest as she spoke. Harry's eyes slightly widened, then softened as his lips parted to say something, but she swung the front door open and stomped her way out of the mess he made.

Harry just stood there, staring at the door with sweaty palms as he tried to process everything that was said. Taking his phone, he shakily opened his contacts and scrolled through the empty list. All the nicknames he had for everyone was gone, he had deleted them all. They weren't what he wanted anymore. It was weird to him, because he had never came to terms with his feelings when they suddenly popped up almost a month ago, and maybe he knew what they were; but he was ignoring them.

But there was only so much he could ignore.

He stared down at her contact, one that used to be named as The Pretty One, had been changed to her name. His fingers tightened on the phone, a harsh sigh leaving his lips as he threw the phone onto the couch and did the only thing he could think to do.

He ran after her.

She was just getting into her car, almost on the verge of tears. Not because Harry hurt her feelings, but because she did care about him. Maybe a little too much, more than she would ever admit to herself. She had been so lenient with him, let him do whatever makes him happy and she did the same.

But damned her heart if she let herself feel some sort of emotions towards him. Harry didn't deserve her, she knew that. He was cold like a winter day, like frost formed on your button nose, or the cool wind that keeps your body still and ridded with goosebumps.

She was like the summer rain, like--like a warm bon-fire on a spring night with your friends, and a long sip of the hottest cocoa. She was warm. Her heart couldn't take much more of this, despite the fun they've had, it wasn't worth it to have so much worry over a man that didn't even care about her.

Just as she started the car, Harry appeared by the window beside her, making her body jolt from fright.

"Fuck!" She hissed out, pinching her eyes to see who was knocking on her window.

"Y/N! Come inside, let's talk!" Harry tapped on the window repeatedly, a scared look on his face that he tried so desperately to hide, "Don't go, okay? Let's talk!"

"No, Harry!" She yelled back with a shake of her head as her foot hit the brakes and put the car into drive, "I'm leaving! Just let me go!"

As she started to, very slowly, pull off; Harry got scared. He knew that this would be the end of them both if he didn't stop her from leaving. The only logical thing to do was to, well--

He rushed to the front of her car, hands out in defensive as he backed up as the car continued to roll forward. His eyes wide, he stood his ground as he placed two firm palms onto the hood of her car.

"Harry! What the fuck, get out of my way! You're acting crazy!" She yelled out, he was only fueling the fire that was her anger.

"No, I'm not," He tried to sound calm, and as he stared at her through the bright beams of her headlights, he slowly started to climb onto the hood of her car to make sure she wasn't to leave, "Talk to me, or stay here. I'm not leaving this spot."

That was it.

She hit the steering wheel with her hand harshly, surprisingly not inflating the airbag as she did so, before putting the car in park and flinging the door open as she got out and stomped towards the front of the car.

"What the fuck is your problem!?" She yelled out, veins prodding her skin on her throat with clenched fists.

"What's your problem, Y/N?!" Harry turned towards her as she approached him, keeping his feet tucked onto the car, "You--you..."

"My problem is that you don't care, Harry! You have never in your life been shown one ounce of care and now that you have someone that actually cares, you reject it at all costs! That's my fucking problem!" She didn't care if the neighbors could hear them fighting with one another, even if it was slightly late, her feelings mattered and she was ready to spill them.

Harry stared at her with a soft glare, a knowing-you're-so-right glare. His shoulders slumped down as he tucked his knees to his chest and didn't try to argue with the fact. His chin rested onto his forearms that splayed across the tops of his knees as he avoided eye contact with her.

"Are you not going to say anyt--"

"You're right." He shrugged, nudging his nose against his skin as he tried to bury his embarrassment into the nooks and crannies of his body, "I mean, you're right. Why would I argue with that? You got me, Y/N. That's my fucking problem with you."

She was stunned, staring at him in disbelief, once more.

"My problem is that I can fuck whoever I want and they don't try to peel apart my layers, they just wanna fuck and that's it, but that was never the case with you," He spared her a glance, flinching at the look she gave him, "You poked and prodded and even if I ignored your probing questions, you still knew. You saw right through me and I hated it because I've never--"

There was a sudden lump in his throat, his eyes pinching as he swallowed it down thickly with a shake of his head. "You just get me. You're just different and I hate it, but I also don't hate it. I like it, maybe too much, and I like having you around because you're real. You're not like the others and that's what fucking kills me because I've never..."

She was now standing in front of him, taking his hands into hers as she sniffled softly, "You don't have to say it." She told him softly, knowing that talking about his problems, or his feelings, was hard for him. The fact that he chose to open up to her though, was what made her so emotional because the snow was finally melting and under all that ice was a vulnerable man.

Harry inhaled sharply, batting his lashes that filled to the brim with emotion while his legs let loose to hang down off the car. She took a small step to stand between his legs, but he pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

The first time they had ever hugged.

It felt weird, but warm, and different. It was all so confusing after the year they had together, but it made so much sense and she couldn't think of any other place she wanted to be.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," He admitted quietly to her, as if he was to say it too loud and someone might shoot him where he sat, "And I'm just now coming to terms with it."

"Are you saying you like me?" She whispered back to him, training her eyes on him softly with a smile.

"Um..." Harry retracted, shrugging one shoulder as he avoided her gaze once more, "It's just that, um, I just--"

She cut off his sentence with a soft kiss and he melted into it like butter on a pan, like sun shining on the last snow day, and everything made sense and he felt like he could stay here with her forever.

"Because," She whispered against his lips, between the both of them, "I like you too."

Harry bit back a small smile, one that was rare to ever see with him, but she saw it and she wanted to frame it and put it onto her wall. His bunny teeth were beautiful, whenever she had the pleasure to see them paired with the deep dimples on his cheeks.

"Yeah, I like you," He said back softly, brushing her hair out of her face softly, "And I want you to be mine."

She hummed softly, "Okay."

She couldn't think of anyone else she would rather be with, and at last, they could finally be together.

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