*harry styles


None of us wanted him to fail but we never dreamed things would go the way they did… he has just kept on winning and winning - maybe not The X Factor, but there’s no denying he’s golden. My baby brother never came home again. He grew up, and all of our memories became his origin story.

Happy 7 years since Harry had his first audition for the X factor (March 27, 2010)! Here’s to many more firsts! 

Remember when harry kissed Louis’ picture and louis kissed harry’s doll during video diaries !!!!

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You look really tired

I didn’t plan on banging on my boyfriend’s door at 4 AM, smashed out of my mind, but as it was I had had way too many tequila shots and now the bar was closed and instead of going home I was at Harry’s house.

“Baby, wake up!” I yelled as I banged on the door, “I’m sorry! Let me in! Just wanna see you!”

It took about ten minutes of this, plus a few ignored calls to his cellphone before the door swung open and I was greeted by my very grumpy boyfriend. He was shirtless and his hair was all over the place as he glared at me. I reached up to trace the imprint of his pillow that was currently on his cheek and giggled, “You look really tired.”

He pushed my hand away, “Well, it’s 4 AM and I was sleeping before someone decided to create a ruckus outside my house.”

I giggled again, “Ruckus… What a fun word.” I kept laughing and ended up swaying, causing me to lose my balance.

“Easy!” Harry reached out and steadied me before sighing and pulling me inside. “How much did you drink tonight?”

I hiccuped. “Not sure. Lost track.”

“C’mon.” He guided me to the kitchen, stifling a yawn, “Let’s get you something to eat.”

I frowned as he sat me down at the table, “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“Yes.” He said without looking at me, rifling through the refrigerator. “But it would be very hard to be mad at you if I had to bring you to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.”

We had had a fight earlier in the evening, resulting in me storming off and getting drunk. It was a stupid argument, really. Well, not exactly stupid, I guess, depending on who’s side you were on.

He pours me a glass of water from the Brita pitcher and sets it in front of me. “Drink.”

I smirk, “Got any vodka?” He glares at me. “Kidding, jeez.” I murmur and roll my eyes before taking a sip of water. “What a grump.” He turned back to the fridge, “Harry, I’m really sorry. For what I said earlier.”

“That’s not the point.” He took out some bread and jam before turning to the cupboard and grabbing some peanut butter. My favorite drunk snack. “I don’t care that you said some… not nice things. I care that you made that decision without me after you told me you were doing the exact opposite.”

“It wasn’t your decision to make!”

“I’m not having this argument again.” He spread the peanut butter on the bread. “I’m too tired.”

“If you wanted a girl to follow you around wherever you went then you chose the wrong one.”

He pushed the sandwich over to me, “That’s never what I wanted and you know it. I just thought it’d be nice to spend the summer together and I’m worried about you. You’re working too hard. You need a break.”

I raised my eyebrows before taking a bite of the sandwich, “Me? I’m working too hard? That’s rich coming from you.”

He sighed, “Chew and swallow, love.” I listened, but glared at him the whole time. “Good girl.” He yawned again.

“I’m not a dog.” I muttered before taking another bite.

He shook his head and walked away from the table, “Come to bed when you’re done.”

“No, wait!”

He turned, “What?”

I put down the sandwich, “I don’t… I don’t want to go to bed mad at each other. S’why I came here instead of going home.”

“Sweetheart…” He walked back over to me and curled a piece of hair behind my ear before cupping my chin, “If we couldn’t settle this while you were sober I don’t think we’ll make much progress with you in your current state.”

I grabbed his hand and held it in my lap, playing with his fingers, “You didn’t come find me. You always come find me.”

He sat down in the seat next to me, “Didn’t think you wanted to be found, love. You made it very clear when you left you didn’t want to be around me.”

I smiled shyly at him, “I was lying.”

He gave me a small smile and gently ran the back of his knuckles across my cheek, “I think you’re going to wake up tomorrow and regret telling me all this.”

“I know I promised I’d spend the summer traveling with you, but I just… this is the biggest opportunity I’ve ever had. I’m never going to be offered a job like this again. I can’t turn it down.” I trailed off as I looked at him. He looked so sad, but there was also understanding somewhere in those eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, “It’s fine, just wish you had told me sooner.” He lightly patted my thigh, “I am really proud of you, love. I hope you know that. I’m just selfish, want you all to myself.” He gave me a small smile, but I could see he was still upset.

“I get that you wanted to spend the summer with me, but this feels like there’s something else bothering you.”

He watched me for a moment, “You’re going to laugh at me.”

I shook my head, “Won’t, I promise.”

Harry sighed, “I’m just afraid… You’ll fall out of love with me if we don’t see each other over the summer.”

I stared at him, “Do you really have that little faith in our relationship?”

“Well… No… I just…” He started to smile, “I guess, when you put it like that, it does sound a bit silly.”

“Yeah.” I smiled, “Very silly.” I leaned in and kissed him.

“Mmm…” he pulled away, frowning in thought as he smacked his lips together, “Tequila?”

I laughed, Harry had a talent for guessing my drinks just from kissing me. “Correct.” I pressed another quick kiss to his mouth, “In all seriousness I am so ridiculously in love with you and nothing will ever change that. Okay?”

He nodded and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Next time tell me what’s really bothering you first so I don’t have to suffer through a hangover to figure it out.”

He laughed, “Good idea.“

I’ve Always Been Home

I Have Loved You Since One Shots: I’ve Always Been Home (Part 1 of 2)


*if you’d like to listen to some tunes during this, i would just recommend the wreck of our hearts by sleeping wolf.. over and over again!!*

There was a pounding ache in your head. It felt like a million pieces of your brain shattering to the ground, falling apart into almost nothing. Your throat felt dry and with the little strength within you, you swallowed the dry spit in your mouth.

Your vision was blurred and your memories felt cluttered – one here and another there. The lights were bright in the room, too bright. The ceiling was staring straight down at you. There were all these wires tangled around you, you felt paralyzed.

What happened?

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Tooth (Blurb)

“Daddy! Dadddyyy! Help!”

Harry jumped from his seat in the living room and jogged down the hallway toward the sound of his daughter’s cries, worried that she had fallen or broken something and was hurt. He finally found her in the bathroom, standing on her little step stool and examining her face in the mirror with a very worried look on her face.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Harry asked, rushing to her side and squatting down so he could see her better. He didn’t see any blood or bruises or cause for concern, but the look on her face worried him.

“Daddy, something’s wrong with my tooth,” she said, turning to him with her mouth open slightly and one finger pressing into her gum.

Harry frowned and moved her hand away from her mouth so he could have a look. Everything looked normal to him, except that one of her bottom front teeth seemed to be on a bit of an angle. He finally realized what was going on and grinned, feeling his heart slow down a bit.

“Looks like you have your first loose tooth,” he said, standing up again.

This explanation didn’t seem to sooth his little girl as she looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes, before turning back to the mirror and opening her mouth to look again.

“I was just brushing my teeth, daddy! I promise! An’ then it started wiggling; I didn’t mean to make it loose!”

Harry chuckled and knelt down again, reaching out to smooth his daughter’s hair back.

“No, it’s okay, love,” he said, “When you’re little like this, you’re supposed to have loose teeth. It just means that your big teeth are trying to grow in and they have to push the little ones out of the way. That tooth is going to fall out pretty soon.”

She seemed completely frightened by the idea.

“Nooo, daddy! I don’t want it to fall out!”

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harrys-tittie  asked:

26 maybe

Thank you for requesting! I hope you’re well. xxx 

prompt: ‘That isn’t appropriate’ or alternatively Part 2/2 of ‘giving Harry a blowjob in front of his friends.’ I want to first say that I KNOW that this one isn’t going to be everyone’s cup of tea. I’m fully aware of that. That’s why there’s this disclaimer. With that said, I hope you like it. Thank you SO MUCH for being patient. I know I was a fucking spazz with this so thank you. I’ll repay you all somehow. Probably with a smut concept night. Or would that be more for me…

[27] Do you want to show them love? [MATURE.] 

It snowed the day before Harry landed back at home. And she was really cross about it because she wanted him here to watch it fall. And maybe she was just as cross because Harry was spending his days in the sun while she was avoiding muddy puddles.

But Harry is back at home after it felt like months when it had actually been two weeks. Which is actually, quite the same thing in both of their eyes.

He’d barely left the house. Not even when his body had gotten used to the London cold. Not even when he should have been somewhere else. There is no somewhere else or any other pressing place to be. He should only be here. At home warming himself up by laying right beside her as they catch up on episodes they’re not paying attention to anymore.

‘House is nearly all furnished.’ He grins playing with her fingers. He’d finished where they left off when she had left. ‘S’ready for you, you’re the only thing missing.’ He brings her hand to his lips.

They managed the furnishing after arguing about paint colors from across the globe.

It looks like sick!’ She argues into the phone, loud enough just to be sure her opinion of the color is carried effectively.

That peach color just won’t do.

‘Does not!’

‘Does too! Looks exactly like my 22nd birthday did in the toilet! You were there!’ She explains.

‘s’fucking disgusting.’ He groans at the image she’s instilled in his head.

‘S’what I’m saying!’

Harry liked falling back into this routine. The one he has with her, the one they share. He likes matching his routine to hers and not the other way around. Feels less guilt this way.

He likes making her tea in the morning instead of just for him, likes eating breakfast with her instead of on his own, likes planning meals to cook for dinner and likes taking a bath with her instead of running one just for him.

He fits. Fits really nicely into this routine they’ve created for themselves. He’s found a place in her life and she’s found a place in his.

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When Harry first told you he was planning to release some of his own music, you automatically assumed you’d be a part of the process. After all, he shared everything with you, and he loved coming to you if he needed some feedback! The only problem was the fact that the only piece of information you managed to squeeze out of him was that he was going to be releasing something. Something. This meant you had to suffer and sympathize with the fans online - Everyone thought you knew all the juicy details, but they were very much wrong. 

You hummed to yourself as you mindlessly scrolled through your Instagram feed. It was just an average Sunday afternoon, and it wasn’t unlike of you to not have any tasks to deal with. Naturally, you thought it’d be sort of entertaining to see what was happening on Instagram even though you checked your feed less than ten minutes ago. And that’s when you noticed it. Three blank pictures, all posted by- 

Harry…?” You breathed out, sitting up straight as you rifled through your brain for some kind of explanation. He hadn’t told you anything about anything, so you didn’t have a clue as to what the hell he was trying to tell everyone with three white squares. And the last time you had seen these three white squares were just before his magazine covers suddenly appeared, and you knew he didn’t have any photoshoots coming up because you had checked his schedule earlier. (He left his laptop open and you just had to take a peek!)  

Quickly, you opened Safari on your phone, your fingers trembling as you typed in Harry Styles in the search bar, your eyes widening at the sight of what appeared to be a promo video. “What in the world…” You gasped, clicking on the thirty-second video right away. A drenched Harry made his way towards a door before his hand was reaching out to open it, bright light flooding the dark room. A close-up shot of his bright green eyes appeared soon after. 

april 7th

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Your heart was racing as you untangled yourself from the bedsheets, the only thing on your mind being to confront Harry about what the fuck you had just witnessed. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Was the only thing leaving your mouth as you rushed down the stairs, nearly tripping over your feet. “Harry, Harry!” 

“Wha’s the matt-” Harry didn’t get a chance to finish asking his question before you tackled him on the couch, his arm wrapping around your waist to make sure you wouldn’t roll off and hit your head on the coffee table. “If you wanted to be on top you could always jus’ tell me, love.” He laughed lightly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“April?? April 7th??” You could really only get that out of your mouth, Harry’s brows furrowing in confusion before a look of ‘Ah, I see’ washed over his face. 

“What about April 7th? It’s jus’ another day.”  

“You can’t do this to me.” 

“I’m not doing anythi-” 

“You know what you’re doing. You’ve kept this from me for so long, and-” 

“I don’ know what you’re talking about.” 

“Do you not trust me? Is that it?” You knew he trusted you, but you were grasping at straws here - You wanted to know what was going to happen on the 7th! 

“Don’t pull that card out, Y/N. You know I trust you, but I want to see your genuine reaction when you hear it for the first time!” The sight of you lying on top of Harry while the two of you shared a serious conversation was probably a funny sight, but you couldn’t care less. 

“You could always get my genuine reaction right now!” You whined, clearly exasperated as you sat up, your hands pressed against Harry’s chest. God, Harry was frustrating. You loved him dearly, but the one thing he liked doing the most was teasing you. 

“No need for the pout.” Harry laughed lightly, sitting himself up before planting a kiss on your cheek. “C’mon now, get off me. I was in the middle of listening to the entire tracklist.” 



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#12: You’re Mine**

**mature ( some ass smacking and shit ;P )

“Is this good?” Harry asks, holding up one of his jazzy printed shirts to his bare chest as he turned around to Y/N; her lying on the bed.

Looking up from the groupchat regarding Jeff’s birthday bash on her phone, Y/N gave an unsure look. “Nah, wear something a little bright and noticeable. Like the red shirt you have?”

Harry huffed and turned to his closet, hanging back the shirt. “The party’s all indoors, it’s not like someone’s gonna notice what you wear..and they’re all family..”

“I notice.” Y/N muses, biting her lip as Harry turns around to catch her cheeky smile and he smirks back. “And, I totally judge!”

Chuckling, Harry surrendered, closing the closet door, and walking back to join Y/N on the bed. They lay across from each other, not much distance in between, anchoring the side of their heads with the palm and elbow propped up on the mattress.

“What is the lady wearing?” Harry slurred in a low tone, lifting a finger to poke her cheek, then guiding it down to her jaw and neck till he was doodling on her chest.

“It’d be all dark, I guess starring stark naked wouldn’t really be noticeable, would it now?” They chuckle together, Harry’s fingers stopping and guiding down to hold her hip and suddenly he’s brought her under him, chest to chest, face to face.

Kissing her lips gently, he asks again,” Tell me, what are you putting on?” He hid his face in her neck, pressing his lips down on her flush skin.

“That little black dress you got me from Paris? I think it’d be just the sizzling outfit for the night.” Imagining his eyes on him as she has the dress on, Y/N feels her body shudder and teeth sink in her bottom lip.

“Mhm, the one that’s super easy to take off.” Earning a playful slap on his back at the comment, Harry thrusts his groin onto her, snickering into her neck.

“Harry get off, we gotta get ready.” Lifting her legs from under him, she tries to escape out of his grip. “And it’s already that you don’t take half an hour more than me.”

Tittering at her sarcastic remark, he slid off of her, lying down beside her. Y/N sits up, turning back to look at him as his hand slides up her arm.

“Y/N, listen.” He starts, drawing her attention to him. “At the party..”

“At the party..?” Y/N drawls in anticipation.

Looking away and sighing, he looks back at her again, and sits up with her. “My ex is to be there at the party, so..”

When he doesn’t say anything again for a while, Y/N knits her eyebrows together to give him a confused look. “Okay, and how is that supposed to be my business to know?”

Harry shrugs tentatively. “I thought you’d like to know about it, y’know, the basic girlfriend problems and shit..”

“Am I now just the ‘basic girlfriend’ to ya?” Y/N narrows her eyes.

“No!” Harry jumps up to hug her. “But just don’t get mad or anything about it.”

“Do I ever?” She says, holding his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Ah, I love you so much.” Harry smiles in her neck.


The party is extravagant. Beautifully set up, there’s a stage that rests in the center and round tables surround all around it, scattered in the place. The lights are dim and the interior is set just in blend with the lighting and mood. 

Y/N and Harry walk through the doors after struggling to pass from the paparazzi flashes and call outs. 

Glenne and Jeff greet them at the door, squishing them into warm hugs and pretty smiles. The girls on and on compliment their looks while Harry standing behind Y/N eyes the crowd alertly, measuring his further getaways for the night. 

He feels a tug at his wrist and looking down, he finds Glenne approaching him, and slowly nodding to her, he follows the ladies inside. Y/N looks up at him and smiles giving Harry a relief from the current running thoughts. He bends down, kissing her smack on the lips and utters,” I love you.” as if trying to make her keep it in mind. Y/N replies back, clenching her jaw when he’s not looking. 

They walk up to the table closest to the stage, and at one of the seats sits Harry’s nightmare. Ex. 

He is quick to look back at Y/N, but she’s kept her eyes down to the floor the entire time. His eyes fly back to the other girl at the table with her phone in her hands, and he slowly nears Y/N, placing his hands on her waist that cause her to turn to him. Covering up, Harry smiles, trying to keep her engaged. 

Glenne begins to pull out chairs for the two and the noise causes Kendall to look up from her phone at the arrived guests. She smiles and stands, loudly calling out. 

“Harry! So good to see you.” 

Harry smiles back, and quickly from standing behind Y/N, he walks up to hug Kendall quickly. They engage in a small talk about their whereabouts while Glenne and Y/N look at one another, exchanging subtle smiles. 

Harry shifts a bit, pardoning himself before quickly making a beeline to the bar, away from the tension clouded at the table. 

Glenne approaches Kendall, and begins: “Kendall, this is Y/N, Harry’s special one.” 

Kendall gives an excited look, walking forward to Y/N, and Y/N gladly receives her hug. 

“So glad to meet ya.” Kendall says, them pulling away. 

“You too, Kendall.” Y/N smiles bright, positive. 

The ladies settle at the table - Glenne in between the two, slowly rubbing her temples. 

Y/N turns to Kendall. “Love the dress, girl.” 

“Ah, thanks. It’s designer, specially got it done for the evening.” Kendall puts her palm on her chest, sighing dramatically. “I like your dress too.”

“Thanks, Harry got this for me.” Y/N flaunts with same dramatic sighing. 

“Aw, he has great taste. Always had, always will.” Kendall replies, grinning wide. 

Y/N nods, replying the grin with a polite smile. Glenne has her eyes wide by this moment. 

“Oh, Glenne, you don’t know how much I’ve waited for the party!” Kendall exclaims, holding Glenne’s wrists and smiling deep. “I literally ate nothing the whole day just so I don’t miss out the delicacies tonight.”

“Oh, that’s not so good, Kenny.” Glenne frowns. 

“Yeah, you couldn’t have skipped food.” Y/N inputs, utterly ambushed by Kendall’s idea.” It’s already not that you seem fragile, Kendall. You shouldn’t ever do this again.”

“Aw, Y/N. You’re so caring. I bet Harry loves it when you lecture him at times like his mum does.” Kendall smiles. 

Y/N snorts. “Ah, he hates it. But of course he’s got no other choice.” Chuckling, Y/N meets Glenne’s eyes who are persistent on her. 

“Really?” Kendall gasps out loud. “He used to love it when I did this to him. Oh, Glenne, do you remember the time he had drank so much and threw up all over my apartment’s carpet? God, I had given him so much that day and he was so understanding, didn’t object any of the things I said.”

“Maybe you just gave him that strict, motherly vibes.” Y/N counters. “We are pretty casual with each other, y’know. Equal at everything.”

“Oh, but what’s better than having your boyfriend see you as his mother-”

“Kenny.” Glenne interjects. “I-I thought you were gonna get Kylie along with you, Jeff would have loved to see her.”

Y/N takes one deep breath, settling her nerves as she scratches the back of her neck, getting herself a glass of champagne from the servers and beginning to take steady sips. It’s all bloody cool, all cool. 

-and you should know how much Y/N loves the lip kits.” Overhearing her name slip from Glenne’s mouth, Y/N gets back to the conversation. “She’s probably even wearing one of them right now. Y/N?” 

“Oh, yeah.” Y/N nods, smiling. “They’re lovely, so smooth and pretty. Kylie’s doing such a great job.” 

“Thanks, boo.” Kendall sighs, extra. “Kylie would love to hear all of this. She’s working so hard and I’m just so proud of her. You know what, you should personally let her know it, she’s hardly ever appreciated for all this. She’ll be so happy.” 

Extracting her phone out of her clutch, Kendall passes her phone to Y/N. “Here, we should probably exchange numbers. I’d love to catch up with you even after tonight.” 

Y/N’s eyes widen, but she accepts her phone anyway and exchanges her phone in return. “It’d be totally bizarre, but alright, here you go.” 

At this Kendall lets out a loud laugh, casually lifting her hand in the air for a high-five. Y/N chuckles back , their hands clasping. Glenne smiles contentedly. 

Later it becomes a lot easier to talk. Glenne talks about the technicalities and difficulties she had to face to further arrange the whole party, Kendall and Y/N having their share of inputs in between, Y/N sarcastic, casual remarks keeping the bubble of amusement sustaining in the chit chat. 

Soon enough, the lights dim out and Jeff walks up at the stage. Harry joins the table at the front, sitting on the seat right next to Y/N. He places his drink on the table and steals a quick kiss on Y/N’s cheek. His hands slide up her thigh, and Y/N is forced to look at him. 

“I’ve been watching you.” He muses, pressing another kiss on her lips. 

“Tell me something new, Styles.” Y/N rolls her eyes at him playfully, smirking timidly. 

Harry chuckles.” Is the alcohol getting over, my love?” His fingers press on the inside of her thighs, making Y/N spread her legs a little more under the table. 

“We’ve just started, baby, the night’s still young.” Y/N slurs, earning another small chuckle from him, and she turns away to the stage, feeling another kiss press at the crook of her neck before he finally settles in his chair, hand up the hemline of her dress nevertheless. 

Harry is called on stage to speak later during the night, and with his drink he walks up to the stage, settling at the podium with a prize winning grin. When does he ever get to say out loud his jokes to a great deal of people? Y/N been his only anchor who did bare his jokes, and now seeing him do what he loves, Y/N’s grinning in excitement. 

The whole room turns in a pandemonium, people falling off their chairs and laughing till their cheeks and stomachs hurt, and when Harry’s walking back down the stage, he’s hooting all the way, people clapping behind them. He’s sitting back on his chair when Kendall gets up to hug him, whispering a thing or two in his ear that makes him laugh more and they clasp their hands together. 

They sit back in chair; Y/N gulping a considerate amount of her drink before turning to Harry who’s wrapped his arms around her neck and hid in his face in her neck, chuckling still. Y/N winds her arm around him, patting his back in appreciation, pressing a kiss into his hair. 

He smiles up at her and kisses, the night going on and on with more laugh and fun, considerably high on alcohol and wide, relished food. 


The bedroom door closes, and Y/N is thrust up against it. Harry’s hand clutches her hip, digging his fingers in through her skin as his lips work desperately on hers. 

Her legs wrap around his taut waistline, digging her hands in the back of his neck as she urges him towards the bed. He picks her in a swift movement, rushing over to the bed and throwing her over it. 

“Oh, my baby, my so good, good, baby.” He coos, unbuckling his belt and throwing it away to climb on top of her. 

Their lips meet in a heated kiss again, and his hands from now her sides, slide down easily into her dress, fiddling with the waistline of her panties. Hot breaths, wafting alcohol gasp into one another as Harry’s fingers slip into her panties, feeling her wet walls against his fingers. 

“Gosh, Harry. I’m tired.” 

“No, you’re not. You want me, I know you do.” Harry pangs in an annoyed tone, fingers slipping into her with ease, lips pressing on her jaw. 

“I’m tired of having had to interact so much the whole night.” 

Harry chuckles. “They were all family, who had you tired?” 

She rolls her eyes. “You know who.” 

He laughs into her neck. “C’mon, you were so good. I was legit freaking out when I walked in but you were absolutely unbelievable, so good, so lovely, pet.” 

“What? Were you expecting some cat fight or something? Harry’s mine! No he’s mine!” Y/N mocks in a screeching tone as Harry yet again bursts into a laughter fit, his fingers loosening causing Y/N to groan out loud. 

“She was trying to literally not lunge at me and I bet her cheeks hurt after smiling so much. Told me so much shit that hurt, and she took my number, Harry! She took my phone number!” Y/N says in a loud, astonished tone, Harry chuckling back as he stares at her face. “I swear she’s trying to get you back, trying to catch up with you again, oh god, she’s such a -”

“Sh, sh.” Harry presses a finger on her lips, hovering back on top of her, his fingers still inside her panties. His lips break into a smile, eyes in contact with hers. “You know, it’s so plausible, her taking your number and being sweet, I’m just way too damn irresistible.” He muses in a dreamy tone, rolling his head back and flicking a hand through his hair. 

Fuming under him, Y/N gives a hard pushe, bringing him under her, as she sits up on his hips, her wet panties over his groan. 

“Fuck you, shut up! You’re mine. Only mine!” Her lips smack against his, hips thrusting back and forth in desperation. Harry’s eyes widen, hands fly up in the air before settling on her behind, slowing down her thrusts into patient, craving ones. 

Her lips leave his, tugging them with her teeth before pressing on the side of his mouth and sloppily trailing down and down his face to his neck and chest. 

“I love this jealous, freak side of you. Should try this more times.” Harry titters to himself, Y/N sitting back up and giving him a narrow-eyed look. Her fingers tug at his shirt button, making his eyes fly wide. “No, no, not the SHIRT!”

The tearing of fabric resonates louder than Harry’s whining, as the shirt comes loose on his shoulders, the buttons dropped on the bed everywhere, his chest exposed and cold.

“I thought baby liked me this way.” Y/N snickers teasingly. 

Harry’s hand have clasped over his face and he speaks in a muffled tone. “That was a Gucci shirt, you git!” He whines, opening his eyes and sitting up in swift movements, almost having Y/N fall off his lap but he immediately had her hips clutched in his hands. “What’d you do!?”  

Y/N’s eyes widen. “That was just a bloody shirt, Harry!” 

“A hundred-thousand dollar shirt, honey!” He bangs his head against her chest, groaning. 

“Oh, I get it.” Y/N says and Harry looks up at her with a frown. “You need that shirt more. Fine with me, go have it, Harry. Might as well get off with it!” She booms, pushing to get off his lap but he quickly turns her down, slamming her against the mattress and riding on top of her. 

“You think I’m letting you get away with it so quickly? Uh-huh, sweetie.” Harry lifts her dress, exposing her lace panties and he drags them down her legs, having a clear view of her wetness. He holds her hip, pushing her till she lay on her side, and giving a taut slap to her behind, he turns her back to him. 

“That was for ruining my shirt.” He states authoritatively. Y/N cries out, as her hand reaches out to touch her stinging skin but Harry slaps that away too. 

“No.” He husks, dark. He pushes her again, slapping hard again. Y/N cries echo in the room, her teeth sinking in her lips as she hisses in a bothering manner. 

“This one’s for being so annoyingly drunk every time.” He slaps her once again, the hardest, his fingers all printed red on her skin. 

“What’d you did that for?” Y/N cries, giving him accusing eyes. 

“That’s for I’m liking this ass slapping thing lately.” Winking, he bends forward, kissing her pouted lips, instantly having her reciprocate, and lift her head up from the mattress for better access. 

“You’re so cruel.” She says in between the kiss. “Will it ever be that I get to have you under control?” And suddenly, she remembers someone’s words. 

Harry chuckles, trailing down her face to her neck, and he hurriedly strips the straps of the dress off of her shoulder, shrugging it down till her breasts were out in air, nipple hard and swollen for his mouth to take in. His lips curved around the brittle peak, sucking till it ached and Y/N was screaming in tension. 

He trailed down, carrying the dress along in his fingers, till he had it all down to her ankles. He nose bumped on her navel, his tongue dips into it, amused when she jumps a feet in the air from the sensation. 

His tongue slid to between her thighs, pressing taut on her clit before adding a finger for more. He had her dripping wet in a moment, and slowly backing away, he stood on his knees to undo his jeans.

“I’m done.” Y/N announces, turning to her side and tucking her hands between her thighs, her eyes closed. 

“What?!” Harry asks in bewilderment, his member, swollen and aching, in his hands. 

“I’m angry at you.” Y/N whines. 

“Oh, no, no, baby.” He leans forward. “Tell me where it hurts, I’m sorry, I went too into it.” He coos, kissing her behind at different spots multiple times. 

“No.” She pushes him away with a flick off her ass. “I’m angry because I got to know about something.” 

Harry’s eyes widen. “What?” Harry said, sitting up on his knees. “Did she talk some shit to you. I swear I told Glenne to take ca-”

Y/N sat up, eyes to him. “Do you see your mother in me, Harry?” 

“That’s so scary. How would I be doing any of this if I keep imagining mum in your place. Holy shit, pardon me god.” He gasps. 

“Nooo.” Y/N has a hard time controlling her smile. “As in, when I’m comforting you, advising you, standing by you, do you feel a motherly love reflect from me?”

Harry grabbed her cheeks, cupping them in his huge hands, smiling at her. “I have three women in my life who I know I can’t live without. Mum, Gem and you, understand? You three stand at three different places for me, all of them extremely important individually, and a disbalance in any of it has me falling apart. You three are incomparable, individually make me feel perfect, and you guys are my standards to compare other woman with. You are whole and enough for me, baby, I love you so much.” 

“Aw, my loverboy. Such an artist with words. I love you more.” They bump noses and share a quick peck. 

Harry blows a huge huff. “I have to be great, I have so much writing to do.” He says, lying her down back on the mattress. 

“Could you add these words in one of your songs for the album. I’d love to hear it..” Y/N smiles, looking up at him. 

“Yeah, yeah, I will. Now can we just..” He gives a pained look. “I am fucking hard here, you don’t know how much it aches.”

Y/N laughs. “Just do it!”


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