I’m On Fire

“I miss your dick” texts for all the tropes mayb?😏🥵

ceorry:

yn: i miss your dick

h: come to the office right now, ill let Dorothy know you’ll be coming and she’ll cancel my meetings for the next couple of hours

yn: couple of hours?

h: if i get you in this office, im stripping you and pressing you up against this window until your legs can’t hold you up anymore

yn: be there in an hour, dropping the babies off with you mum

h: ill be waiting pet…

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mlbrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: [ 2 attached images]

yn: fuck

h: like that, mama? gonna give it to you as soon as i get home

yn: look so good. love seeing that wedding ring on your hand when it’s wrapped around your cock

h: never take it off, baby. can you facetime

yn: no, im at your moms with the kids

h: go in the bathroom, please show me your tits - miss you so much ☹️

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cheatrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: do you, puppy?

yn: been thinking about it all day

h: what about

h: hey, come on now. don’t get all shy on me lovie

yn: thinking about you down my throat with your hands in my hair

h: fuck darling, can’t wait to get you all squirmy and horny in my bed later

yn: can you come home now?

yn: if you can’t it’s fine, i know you’re busy at work

h: on my way now pup

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gangrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: im literally downstairs, come sit on it brat

yn: come to me

h: get your ass down here, it won’t be good for you if i have to come up there

yn: no

h: last chance

yn: fuck u

h: you won’t miss my cock when your throat’s gonna be aching for days after i fuck it

h: coming up now

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vamprry

yn: i miss your dick

h: pay attention to your class.

yn: been thinking about how big it is

h: enough pest.

yn: how heavy it feels in my mouth

h: I do not appreciate your language. i would like you to stop.

yn: how it is always a bit of a stretch when you push in

h: im going to sink my teeth into your throat as soon as I see you

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deafrry

yn: i miss your dick

h: can have it whenever baby. be back at the frat in about twenty

yn: already in your bed waiting

h: are you wearing anything?

yn: nope

h: be home even sooner

h: better have your legs spread already because my mouth is going right on your cunt as soon as i get there

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influencerry

yn: i miss your dick

h: i miss your tits

yn: miss your mouth on me

h: miss your arse jiggling when i fuck you from behind

yn: 😢

h: ill be home in two weeks, honey bee

yn: stop grabbing your crotch when youre on stage 😠

h: why? youre the only one getting it

yn: you turn yourself on i swear

h: lies

One Is Enough III

HERE Y’ALL FUCKING GO DAMN. HERE, TAKE IT.

Everyone is practically drowning in it now. 

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VALERIE - Part I. (Harry Styles)

I am BEYOND excited to show you this story!! i was so keen on writing a good ol’ enemies to lovers story and then this idea came to me out of nowhere and got me chained to my laptop once again, lol. i really hope you’ll enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!! as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

word count: 4k

SERIES MASTERPOST

SERIES PLAYLIST

masterlist

The pink balloons keep bumping into everything on your way down the hallway, they even snake around some random dude’s neck and you almost choke the poor guy in your rush. You keep mumbling your sorry every time they hit someone in the head, but you’re not even paying that much attention. Your top priority now is to find the room you are looking for.

You almost miss it, so as you stop so suddenly you slide on the checkered floor before you step back and finally see your sister in the room, holding her little angel in her arms, Steven standing at the end of the bed, the proudest smile on his face you’ve ever seen.

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by honeytryst.

a work in progress. please do not repost my work on any platforms without my permission. thank you so much for reading!

* = mature content

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RANDOM

harry as tags on my posts that have made me chuckle

one direction as greek gods/goddesses

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TAGS

pictures and videos of my harry concert

writings that I recommend you read

what I wish harry would wear

things that make me happy

a little info about me

answered asks

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SERIES

sunflower. | surprise; | savior;

where harry meets an endearing fan who has resilience for her not-so-uncommon situation. (pregnant!y/n)

wild card. | wild flare.

where an innocent game of UNO with tequila and a twist makes harry and y/n’s night go wrong. (best friend!harry)

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ONE-SHOTS

winter flakes.

where the holiday season brings upon a terrible first impression.

permanent lovers.

where two lovers are bound by the ink of the strange universe.

edge of the universe.

where y/n is younger, and harry fears that he will ruin her youth.

past lovers.

where 18-year old harry tries to get y/n to get back together with him (film student!harry)

xx.

where harry hides his true feelings behind a thoughtful birthday card.

fame.

where harry knows the industry more than y/n does. (singer!y/n)

missing piece.

where harry is in search of a muse and is running out of time. (dancer!y/n)

feline.

where y/n isn’t very fond of harry’s surprise.

don’t feel bad.

where y/n is 7 months pregnant and knows her husband all too well. (dad!harry)

miss you.

where y/n loses harry’s rose ring.

housewarming gift.*

where harry gives y/n a housewarming gift. (best friend!harry)

night terrors.

where harry’s daughter experiences night terrors for the first time. (dad!harry)

soft skin.

where y/n feels insecure about her skin and wishes it was soft.

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SHORTER STORIES

y/n cuts her hair very short and harry comforts her

y/n breaks her ankle

harry is ill and y/n comes down with something

y/n worries that harry feels under pressure

chasm convinces model!y/n to get back together with harry

gift wrapping … and harry saves xmas

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Tired of Me

(a blurb from the My Girl Series)

…in which Harry is too tired for sex and thinks Y/N is tired of him.

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, mention of cockwarming.

AU: older!harry (4-year age gap), actor!harry, writer!y/n.

Word count: 2.6k

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Harry couldn’t get it up.

This had never happened before. He’d always been able to get it up no matter how knackered he’d been, and he’d always been proud of himself for his high sex drive. But now he was lying on his back, naked, with his half-hard dick resting on his thigh and his girl kneeling between his legs, staring at his manhood with a defeated expression on her face.

He’d apologised, feeling glad that the room was too dark for her to see him blushing, and offered to eat her out.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to,” she said and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “You’d just had a long flight. I should have let you rest.”

Then she threw the covers over their naked bodies and snuggled up against him. He didn’t feel relieved that she’d let him off without a fight. She’d been so horny and literally thrown herself at him the second he’d arrived at the front door. Why didn’t she just let him eat her out? He’d feel less guilty that way. Had his soft dick turned her off? Harry knew these thoughts were ridiculous, and yet, they kept him awake until early morning.

What if she was tired of him?

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Hope you enjoy!! Thanks for requesting, hope you’re well! xxx 💚  💚  💚

Prompt: #10, I swear; if you die, I’ll kill you. 

[08] “Do I ever win with you?”

She absolutely hates this.

She’s always juggling the worst things about dating her Harry. Harry thinks it’s his restless sleeping habits, she doesn’t argue but she thinks the fact that they can’t ever go out for karaoke with friends takes a bigger piece of the cake. (I mean they could but Harry has this damn stupid habit of stealing the show without even trying.)

And it’s fine the other way as well because she’s got a whole list of things that make her a pain in his ass.

But the rough bits never overthrow the good bits so all stays well and balanced. Because she’s willing to give up on karaoke and wake up in the morning beside him (there aren’t a lot of those mornings) and see him with all of the duvet.

But now, she’s sure this bit now takes the biggest piece of the cake. When he’s feeling poorly, even worse than poorly and there’s nothing she can do. Nothing she can do to make him feel better, because she can’t even see him. The only thing she can do is check in for updates because her life goes on as well whether she wants it to or not.

Because he’s usually somewhere else, always somewhere else and she can’t jet off for a bit because she’s got her own commitments. Her own life that sometimes likes to clash with his. Their lives don’t always line right up, match right up but they get through that. They make up for those lost hours or days with the short time they’re given. They know how to make their minutes together (which they swear are shorter than the regular ones) last.

So when she’s putting her key in the door and her phone rings deep in her bag and can’t reach it in time she thinks, typical. Her day cannot get worse. The card reader at work wasn’t reading cards and no one taught her what to do when that happens. And a group having lunch wanted to split the bill across five credit cards. That might as well have been someone asking her to build something for the space station.

But when she called Harry’s number right back after she missed it she decided that splitting a bill between five credit cards is child’s play.

“Don’t get scared, alright? Promise me you—”

“What happened!” She drops her bag to the hardwood floor.

“Just told you not to get scared!” He whines. “Were you even listening to me?”

“You don’t start a phone call like that! Are you mad! Now m’gonna be scared!”

“M’in the hospital for a bit just for—”

“What! Why—”

“Listen to me! Christ you never listen!”

“Keep talking!”

“I’ve been feeling a bit off recently yeah? Told you so yesterday, so m’here now just getting tests done. M’gonna be fine, just tired.”

“You’re downplaying it—”

“M’not downplaying anything—”

“Yes you are! You always do.”

“Am not!” He defends.

“You wouldn’t be in the hospital if you were fine!”

“I feel fine!”

He’s not really feeling fine. He knows he’s going to be fine because he’s being cared for and looked at now. So he will be fine and so there’s no point in worrying her.

But this is what got him into this whole mess in the first place. Him telling himself that he’s fine, putting it off and promised that all he needed was a good sleep and that’s all. And that’s really not all it is, he’s exhausted.

“M’not arguing with you right now!”

“Just wanted to make sure you knew!”

“Could I talk to your doctor?” She asks even though it’s not really a question. It’s a demand dressed up as a question because he will do as she asks.

“Love, m’really fine, promise—”

“Did I ask you!” She asks. “No I didn’t, want to hear that from the doctor.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“No.” She admits without trouble.

“Why’s that?”

“Because you always say you’re fine, you obviously were not fine this time when you told me you were feeling a bit sick yesterday. Now look where you are! Took you two weeks to speak up!”

“I thought it would pass in the morning.” He argues. “Six mornings ago.” He mutters.

“And did it?”

“No—”

“Harry.” She says sternly. The type where he knows he’s only got one option.

Harry is exhausted is what the diagnosis is and she’s seething. Because she knows this. It doesn’t take a doctor to tell. When he comes home all he does is sleep and that’s all she wants him to do. He’ll apologize, say something along the lines of how they should be spending time together. But she covers his mouth before he can continue the sentence, tucks him back in and closes their bedroom door.

She knows he’s exhausted, that he’s fitting so much on his plate until it overflows. And he doesn’t know it’s overflowing till it hits him on the head and he’s in a hospital bed.

But Harry on the other hand just feels plain stupid. Hospitalized for exhaustion. He just needs a good sleep he thinks and he’ll be good. That’s what he’s been telling them but it’s more than that now. He’s just thinking about when he’ll be released. He didn’t hear the part where because he didn’t let himself recover from the flu he had a week ago, just kept going and going it’s come back to bite him. He’s not listening to the part about how he’s dehydrated and exhausted himself down to the core.

And she told Harry to take a break. To take even one day just to sleep and eat properly. Did he listen? No. Because he’s damn stubborn and hardheaded that one. That’s probably why they clash because she’s more of the same.

She knew he was feeling tired and nauseous here and there so she told him to do something about it. She knew it wasn’t normal for him to feel like this, weak and dizzy all the time. And it’s so frustrating on her end because all she can do is shout at him from an ocean away to go see a doctor. But she can’t do anything else. And then he has the nerve to get angry with her when she manages to get his people on the phone and tell them he’s feeling poorly. But that’s all she can do so she does it.

When the phone gets passed back to Harry and he answers she’s silent for a second.

“Love?”

“I swear.” her fist tightens at her side. “If you ever do this again—”

“M’not dying!”

“God forbid one day you will be and then what! You’ll call me a week later and tell me you’ve got a fever and that’s all!”

“What are you on about! M’fine—”

“Don’t interrupt me.” She whines. “You can’t, you just can’t. Because if you pretend that things are fine, one day they really won’t be! Just like today!”

“I didn’t mean to worry you just now. Just wanted to tell you what happened so you wouldn’t hear it from someone who isn’t me—”

“Why didn’t you tell me all of what you were feeling these last few days!” He only told her about the flu a week ago and that he’s been feeling tired. That’s it. Nothing about the dizziness, the weakness or nausea that he told the doctor about.

“I didn’t think it was something to worry you with.” He answers honestly.

She can’t help herself, she can’t help think about the worst case scenarios always. The ones she might not be around for because he’s away more often than not. So her mind goes there without asking for her permission.

“If you die I will kill you.”

“M’still gonna die either way then won’t I!”

She doesn’t care if it’s a cold, a sprained finger or a failing kidney. All of it matters especially when she isn’t there to make sure that it’s just that and not something much worse. It’s different when they’re apart. Every detail needs to be said.

“I wont forgive you,” she shakes her head. “I will but I’ll be very cross, could take me a few days to untangle me from it.”

“Don’t want that.” He shakes his head even if she can’t see it.

He really doesn’t because when she’s cross with him he doesn’t hear the end of it. Mostly because she doesn’t speak to him for a bit. He nearly forgets how her voice sounds and what her smile looks like. So he doesn’t want that.

“No you don’t.”

He hears noises in the background on her end. Shuffling and whatnot.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think m’doing! Packing!”

“You can’t,” he shakes his head. “You’ve got school and—”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do!”

“M’telling you!”

“Harry—”

“No! You—”

“Please just let me see you.” She says and it sounds different. She isn’t shouting right back at him, raising the volume each time he does until they’re in a full on shouting match. And he knows she can, they usually do. She was supposed to keep her voice loud and keep fighting him but she’s quiet now. She doesn’t want to fight with him. Her request which is usually a demand is a an urgent beg and it’s soft.

And she knows by now that when he says no it is’t because he doesn’t want to see her obviously. Maybe she thought so when they first started seeing each other. She knows now that he doesn’t want to disrupt her life. Take her away from her things and her commitments that are just as important as his.

He despises disrupting her things. Taking her away from the things that don’t involve him. Because those are still hers. Those have stayed hers. There are only a few things that have stayed the same for her since he came into her life. And he knows that and he’s wary about it that the time.

He doesn’t ever want her to put her life on hold for him. He doesn’t see himself worthy enough of that and she shouts at him properly for that when he does things like this. Like keep her from him.

It’s nonsense.

He thinks it’s just because of who he is and what he does that’s being a bother. It isn’t, it never is. It’s because he’s feeling sick and she wants to see him. He’s not a disturbance or a bother because of who he is. Every couple feels the same way, puts their life on a hold for a minute to tend to more important things. And they aren’t any different than any other couple walking down the street at the same time they do.

“Ok love,” he sighs. “You win.”

“Could be a bit more excited, you haven’t seen me in seventeen days.”

“Do I ever win with you?” He smiles to himself. He’s just agreed to her beg and now she’s mad at him for the way he’s responded to it. But he knows he has won. Won everything with her. He always feels like the big winner when he’s with or without her. And Harry likes winning.

“In that case, I don’t have to bring the shirt you forgot with me.”

“No bring it.” He pouts.

“Not so smart now are you?”

“Never said I was! You’re the brains in this love.” He sighs. “Graduating soon.” He smiles to himself.  

“So you better be well by then! And alive! Didn’t go through all that not to have you here!”

“I’ll be there. You’ll kill me if m’dead before, so I’ve got to show my face.”

“I miss your face you know that?”

“Really?” He asks, purely shocked at the idea.

“Really.”

“Even when m’a big bother?”

“Even then.”

“Could you pack faster? Don’t hear any packing in the background anymore, you’ve got me excited to see you and—”

“Do I ever win with you?” She says in the same tone as he did. She’s getting herself on a plane, started packing just as she heard he was in the hospital and now he’s asking her to hurry it up?

But she’s very capable of answering that question on her own. She wins everyday with him even when she isn’t with him. Because he’s got this really bad habit of leaving himself everywhere. Everything reminds her of him and he’s always lingering in just about everything.

He stays with you.

That’s probably why he’s so good at what’s keeping him away from home for so long.

“Just bring the damn shirt over.” He grins.

cuore mio

from the series theadora.

for anon. smut. oral (f receiving), spitting, daddy kink, public sex.

"They're– Harry," she pushes his head away, and Harry lets out a groan, lips still puckered and wet from his kisses. "They're there..."

He looks up at the crowd in question.

Everyone's either drunk or too hot to care about anything around them. They're either singing, reading, or just taking a nap. He bites his bottom lip, looks around the small deck area they're on, and spots her beach towel she's been using as a pillow as she sunbathed before Harry interrupting her.

She watches him yank the towel away from where it's been sitting, and he opens it.

"What are you doing?" She laughs, eyes darting between the towel and Harry's boney fingers as he places it over their laps. "We look suspicious as fuck."

"They don't care," he murmurs into her neck, grabbing her by the side of it to move her closer to his face.

His kisses are slow, practiced, and wet. He smells of the beach, and the sunscreen she'd put on him a few hours ago.

And a bit of sweat.

She grabs him by the back of his neck, suddenly feeling too brave, and he opens his mouth, tongue finding hers as he sucks it into his own mouth. He smiles into the wet kiss, smiles at the noises she's making, knowing full-well he's got her under his spell.

Harry moves to her chin, then the side of her chin, her neck, then back up. He kisses her cheek with open-mouth kisses, and she giggles, hands grabbing him roughly, pressing him into her.

He lets out a growl when her hand touches his belly, then his cock over the shorts he's wearing. "You're so fuckin' hot," he whispers, forehead pressed against the crook of her neck. "So fuckin' hot."

"You are," she whispers, eyes trying to find his gaze.

He looks feral, eyes darting between each and every feature on her face.

He looks like a man on mission.

His hands say so.

"Yeah?" He bites the side of her neck. Hard. "I'm hot?"

She nods, watching his hand disappear under the towel.

She knows what's coming.

His warm hand cups her pussy over the tiny bikini bottoms she has on, and he lets out a moan, clearly not liking the fact that he has to work with yet another layer.

"Yes," she nods, voice quiet. "You're so hot, H."

"God– fuck," he bites into her shoulder, teeth almost breaking the skin. His fingers work the bikini bottoms and finally, they're pushed to the side, creating access for his long fingers. "You're so fuckin' wet."

She hides her face in the crook of his neck, smelling him, the smell of beach and sweat, and Harry retracts his fingers, quickly bringing them up to his mouth. He looks up at their friends, then back at her, and puts his fingers in his mouth, then moves his hand back under the towel.

She opens her legs wider, as discreetly as she can, and he breathes into her neck while his fingers rubs her pussy. He finds his rhythm quickly, the way she likes it, and she can't help but grab his other hand and place his fingers into her mouth. He rubs her pussy with his middle finger, bringing her slick up and down, and she bites his fingers in hopes of staying quiet.

She feels the coil in her stomach, so deep inside, and when he finds her hole, his palm pressing against her clit every time he pumps his fingers in and out, she feels like something gives up inside her. She feels hot, too hot, and she feels as though she's going to pee if Harry doesn't slow down.

She says as much while he licks the underside of her ear, lips then finding her earlobe and sucking on it as his fingers fucks into her harshly.

"Slower," she manages to whisper into his fingers. She licks them, kisses them, and Harry can't help but nod, hand going to wrap around her neck in a practiced manner.

His thumb strokes the side of her neck while he fucks into her with his long fingers, wet lips kissing and sucking on her warm, probably-sweaty skin.

"I love you," he chokes out, palm still creating friction against her clit. "I love you so much," he whispers, lips finding hers again.

She answers back, with her own kisses, wet mouths creating obscene sounds, and they're lucky Xander has decided to play music very loudly in the distance.

"Harry," a breath leaves her mouth, teeth clinking together, and he nods.

"Oh God," she fights his kisses, feeling too much all at once, and she leans her head back as Harry follows.

It's like he can't get enough of her mouth.

He abuses her lips with his, wet kisses all over her face, her mouth, and she feels his spit running down her chin, so she lets out another moan, hips already bucking up to meet the thrust of his fingers.

She feels it on the tips of her toes, her hands, her stomach.

Her cunt.

Everything feels on fire.

She's on fire.

"Gonna come for me?" Harry asks, voice raspy and low, and he licks the saliva that's running down her chin back into her mouth. He's clearly not looking for a response as he kisses her.

She can't help but nod weakly still, hand pressed against his. Then, she moves it to his upper body, fingers finding his pecks as she strokes the hair on his chest, then holds onto his necklace as he keeps fucking and rubbing her cunt.

"Come on," he nods, hair falling against his sweat-covered forehead. "Gonna come for me? For Daddy?"

"Oh fuck– fuckfuckfuck I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Yeah, that's it," his abuse on her cunt becomes rough, almost more focused. Feral. He fucks another finger into her pussy as she squeezes around his fingers, and she moves her hips against his palm as she begins coming undone. "That's my girl. That's my good fuckin' girl," he bites her chin, making her lean into the touch. "Doesn't even care that we're in public..."

She feels like she's in a dream, Harry's fingers still deep inside her.

"No..." she moans– whispers more like.

"No," Harry agrees, forehead pressing in the crook of her neck. He licks there once, then leaves a kiss. "She doesn't care. You'll give it to me whenever and wherever we are, won't you, baby?"

"I love you," she nods, feeling cold all of a sudden, despite his fingers being inside her.

She feels him smile against her neck, and he looks up. "I love you. So much."

"Yeah?" She feels the need to ask. Again.

"I love you so, so fuckin' much," he kisses her cheek, his free hand wiping the saliva off her chin, and cheeks. "You're my heart."

"I am?"

"You are. You are everything."

so tea bestie. and when u get home and get down to business he acts like nothings wrong and at first u think everything’s fine and he’s truly forgotten abt u being a brat but then he refuses to ACTUALLY fuck u🤭like he just keeps rubbing his dick up and down ur pussy and slapping it with his cock and every time u get close he just stops and it’s driving u insane. yeah <3

yeah <3

“What are you doing?” she exhales, miffed, when his tip lingers against her cunt.

“What d’you mean?” Harry volleys back, voice strained and accent thicker than ever. He glides the tip in a languid motion up to her clit and back down pointedly, “M’prepping.”

“Prepping,” Y/N hums, head ticking with pique, “Are you prepping for a long nap or something?”

His gaze flits to her own, suddenly dark and spilling with tension, “M’prepping to gag you, that’s for what. Shut the fuck up and lay still.”

She inhales, her muscles buzzing with a restless yearning when his head slaps against her bundle of nerves. Bucks up off the mattress. A strong grip shoots out over her hip, pinning her to the bed, crescents in her skin abaft his short, teal-polished nails.

“I said to stay still. Touching my dick in public isn’t so nice when it doesn’t fuck you after, is it?”

Repeating Days

Her brows furrowed as she felt around the bed. The space beside her which once coveted another body, now empty and had long since gone cold. She sat up and looked around the room in a blind panic. None of his stuff, which was littered around the room the previous night, was there. She scrambled to get out of bed, tripping over the covers. The same ones that wrapped her and him up so blissfully just a few hours prior. She needed to calm down. There could be a number of reasons why he left without a trace. None currently came to mind, but she didn’t like to assume. Slowly, she panned the parameter of the house, heart sinking as she found each room void of his presence. Panic set in as she snatched her phone off the charger and scrolled through her contacts, clicking his name. Her heart beat louder than the dial tone in her ear. She called one, two, three times in a row with no response. She gently lowered the phone from her ear to her side in a state of disbelief.

Questions and answers to those questions and more questions sped through her brain like notes from Flight of the Bumblebee. She tried him one more time, knee bouncing up and down as the ringing sound blared through her ear. All she received was his voicemail, but she decided to leave a message. “Harry?” she asked with extreme hesitance, even though nobody was actually on the other side of the line. “Hi, um, I, um, I woke up, and you weren’t— you weren’t here. And, you’re not answering my calls. And, all of your stuff is gone. And, I don’t know what’s happening. Please call me back. Please. Okay, bye.”

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