Sleep tight

“This is ridiculous!”

For once in his life, Harry heartily agreed with Malfoy. This really was ridiculous. What was Dumbledore thinking? True, things had gone a bit out of hand after the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin but that didn’t justify… this!

“How am I supposed to concentrate on my O.W.L.s when I have to put up with a bunch of pillocks?!”

“Stop complaining, Malfoy. It won’t change anything,” Terry Boot called from across the dorm. Their newly shared dorm. One student from each house, that was the new rule. Dumbledore had announced it two weeks ago and Harry’s only consolation was that he was still in Gryffindor tower, in his own bed, while the other Gryffindors had moved into other dorms.

Harry still wasn’t convinced this would do anything for house unity. So far, Malfoy had picked a fight with Terry every time they were in the same room and he had even tried to hex Justin Finch-Fletchley once. As much as it annoyed Harry, at least it diverted Malfoy’s attention away from him. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. He missed Ron. Seeing him in classes but not sharing a dorm just wasn’t the same.

“Potter! Get your filthy Quidditch robes away from my bed,” Malfoy growled, nudging the red and gold robes on the floor with his foot. Harry rolled his eyes.

“Will you relax? They’re nowhere near your bed,” Harry said exasperatedly.

“They are on my side of the room. Have you forgotten everything I told you about boundaries?” Malfoy fumed, drawing an invisible line between their beds with his hand, as he had done on their first day as dormmates.

Harry heard Terry snort.

“You’re one to talk,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that”? Malfoy whirled around and gave Terry a dangerous look. Harry expected them to have another shouting match but Terry just shook his head and waved a dismissive hand in the air.

“If you have something to say, just say it!” Malfoy approached Terry, his hands on his hips.

“You of all people do not want me to say this out loud, believe me,” Terry said unblinking. Malfoy scrutinised him and Harry noticed a strange expression flicker across his face. “Unless you want to explain why these boundaries don’t seem to apply to you. Especially-”

“Are you trying to blackmail me? With something that you clearly imagined?” Malfoy interrupted him. His body was rigid and his face was inches away from Terry’s. The Ravenclaw smirked, his eyes darting over to Harry and then back to Malfoy.

“You know, Malfoy,” Terry said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face. “I always suspected you’d feel right at home in the Gryffindor dorms but I had no idea you’d get that cosy.”

Harry reacted on instinct when he saw Malfoy draw his wand. He grabbed his own from the nightstand and pointed it at Malfoy.

“Expelliarmus,” he yelled. Malfoy’s wand flew across the room and Harry caught it with his free hand. “Seriously, Malfoy? What is wrong with you?” Harry watched as Malfoy’s shoulders slightly slumped. Without another word he stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

“What was that all about?” Harry murmured. He gave Terry a puzzled look. The Ravenclaw just sighed.

“Honestly, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but Malfoy just… ugh!” Terry stomped his foot once and shook his head. “It’s really between the two of you.”

“The two of us?” Harry couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he and Malfoy could be referred to as ‘the two of you’. All he and Malfoy ever did was fight. Or ignore each other. Well, pretend to ignore each other would probably be more accurate.

“I really don’t want to be hexed in my sleep,” Terry groaned. “But… maybe try to be a bit more alert tonight, Harry. That’s all I’m going to say.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, completely at loss.

“Okay,” he mumbled, wondering what on earth Terry was on about.

Draco sighed as he leaned his head against Harry’s nightstand. It really wasn’t fair. He watched as Harry’s chest rose and fell steadily, his face looking softer than ever in the moonlight. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Slowly, his fingers rose to Harry’s forehead to brush his bangs out of his face. He looked so peaceful.

It really wasn’t Draco’s fault he stayed up night after night to watch Harry sleep like a total creep. The first time it had happened, Draco had been wakened by a soft whimper. Investigating it further, he had seen Harry all sweaty and thrashing in his bed. Draco had intended to wake him, but as soon as he had leaned down, Harry had grabbed him and had pulled him down.

At first, Draco hadn’t been sure if Harry was awake or still asleep. He had gone very still when Harry had clutched at him until he had finally wrapped him in his arms and had almost strangled Draco. His face had been pressed against Harry’s chest, the Gryffindor’s heartbeat drumming against his cheek. It had been the most amazing thing Draco had ever felt.

He hadn’t dared to fall asleep that night. Seeing as Harry had finally calmed down with Draco in his arms, Draco had supposed it would be better to stay there until dawn. With Harry being restless in the bed beside him, he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep anyway.

After that, Draco had made a habit of watching Harry sleep. His touch seemed to calm the Gryffindor whenever he seemed to have a bad dream. But he hadn’t pulled Draco into his bed again. Draco didn’t want to admit to himself that he was secretly waiting for it to happen once more but he found himself leaning closer to his so-called enemy with every passing night.

As his fingers continued to stroke the soft curls, he frowned. No, Harry wasn’t his enemy at night. During the day, Draco kept up his snarky attitude and his animosity. But at night, there was no need for that. At night, he could simply stare at the boy who made his heart beat faster, who made his scalp prickle and who was responsible for the smile Draco had to hide once dawn was breaking.

Sometimes, Draco wished he didn’t have to hide it, could show it openly and let the stupid git know.

It really wasn’t fair.

Harry held his breath when he felt Malfoy’s fingers brush his ear. His heartbeat picked up instantly and he was pretty sure he was blushing. His cheeks suddenly felt really hot, as did the rest of his body.

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Sick of Losing You

Plot: Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.

Warnings: None aside that it kinda broke my heart.

Playlist to the one shot:

Thanks to @interfectorems for being such a good friend, supporter and for requesting this. 
Songs that are mentioned but not on the playlist are “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift & “If You don’t Know” by 5Sos.

Pic of this beauty isn’t mine.

I watched from a far how he held on to her hand, his fingers grasping and squeezing hers gently while his eyes never left her pretty face. He watched her speak with such an intensity in his green eyes, as if he literally saw nothing other than her. His girlfriend. Not me.
I took a deep breath, swallowed the thick lump building in my throat and turned away from the sight.
Exactly three weeks ago, Harry and I had shared a kiss. Our first kiss, which had been exactly how I’d secretly always wished for it to be. Of course it had been. Every time you get to kiss the person you love is special and like fireworks painting colors into the sky.

He’d been talking and listening to me all night, similar to how he now was with her and had at some point reached out to hold my hand, just like he was holding hers in this moment.
When the time felt right, he’d leant in and had captured my lips with his. Needless to say, Harry was a phenomenal kisser. He knew when to press further, when to use how much tongue and was very attentive to how my body responded to his. Whenever I thought about it now, my cheeks tingled with the memory of his hands cupping them gently as he cradled my face to keep me close. He’d been so soft, so perfect. Harry had touched me with a tenderness, I thought it’d break my heart. I remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling like they belonged there, like I was meant to hold him close.
Only that I wasn’t. The girl he was with now only proved how insignificant I was.

I couldn’t help peaking and looking over at him again. Harry’s lips. I knew exactly how they felt when pressed against my own, knew their taste and shape. Their warmth. Harry’s touch was impossible to forget.
I watched him kiss his girlfriend with a mesmerized stare, before moving away and into the kitchen, leaving the small gathering of our friends with a murmured excuse that I needed to get a refill of my drink, when in reality I couldn’t bear seeing the man I loved sharing affectionate kisses with someone else.
But not even the kitchen was a safe area for me. t had been this exact kitchen, the one in Harry’s house, where he’d pulled me aside and told me about her for the first time.

“It’s difficult” I think he said. “It’s my fault that this situation has become so messy.”

Was it silly that I could actually still remember every word he spoke to me? That I’d engraved every pause, every take in of breath he made, deeply into my head?

“Listen, Y/N… You’re important to me. I care about you. Need you, it’s just… There is someone. Someone who could be a chance for a relationship and I really want to give this a go. Give her a go, I mean. You can understand that, right?”

At first it’d felt like none of it was real. Because how could he be serious?
Harry. My best friend, Harry.
Only three days after our magical first kiss, three days full of us talking and flirting and texting constantly, he was telling me that he wanted someone else. Her name was Ira. And though he was seemingly behaving the same way with her he had been with me, we weren’t the same. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. So when he told me he wanted her and not me, that he was picking her over of me, how come I’d been surprised?

I would never be his first choice, not when there were thousands of others he could choose from. And it was time for my brain to learn to not interpret every kind gesture, time to learn to stop overthinking every word. It was time for my head to accept, that there was no way Harry Styles could possibly want me.

So… I had been understanding. Kind even.
I’d lied and told him that yes, I agreed that our kiss had been a mistake. We shouldn’t have done any of that and instead thought of our friendship first, rather than our impulses. I’d kept a smile on my face throughout the entire talk and even finished the short chat by wishing him good luck with her. Another lie.

My fingers shook and so I set the empty glass of my drink down quickly, worried for a moment that I might otherwise spill the last few drops. I didn’t think much when I reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter. There was no getting through this night if I didn’t have something proper to drink. If only I remembered the recipe….

“Need help?”

My shoulders tensed. It couldn’t be him. Please… anyone, literally anyone, but him.

However when I turned around, Harry was there. He stood tall and beautiful, his short hair soft and wavy. Harry’s compelling eyes held my gaze with such a tender rawness in them, my knees weakened. All my body burned for was to wrap my arms around his shoulders and have him embrace me, have him tell me that everything would be okay again. I felt like I needed it, but knew that this was a wish I would be denied. Harry must have felt it, too. It was in the air around us. It had changed and… buzzed. As if being in each other’s presence made the world halt still for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Harry chuckled lowly when I didn’t say anything. How could he smile like everything was alright?

And what was it he was apologizing for? Abandoning our friendship? Ruining any hope I’d had to find a partner in him? Shattering my heart? Hardly.

“For scaring you,” Harry elaborated, a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes, almost as if he’d read my thoughts.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I muttered, bearing a false smile, “All good.”

It was hard to look at him. Especially his eyes. They burned a whole into my chest whenever my own orbs found them. They reminded me of the Harry he once was, the one I could always come to and rely on.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, his head nodding towards the bottle of vodka. His forehead furrowed in a worried expression and I quickly set the container back down.

“I wanted to make myself a drink, but the recipe slipped my mind. I’m not as much of an alcoholic as it must look like.”

“Good to know,” Harry chuckled, then, visibly thinking about it first, took a step forward. “I remember what you like in your favorite drink. Could make you one.”

From how close he was standing, it was easy to notice every detail of his skin. Every curve of his lips, every hair of his barely-there beard. My stomach turned.

“That’d be nice.”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

We avoided any touching. I was leant against the counter, he stood with a safe distance between us and only came closer when he needed a different ingredient that happened to be near me. It was awkward and… weird. It didn’t feel like ‘us’. The friends we’d been once seemed to be two completely different people. I knew him and felt he was familiar, but there was a emotional distance between us I knew neither of us could overcome. And still, I was with him and even if we behaved like strangers, being with Harry was nice.

“I think that’s it,” Harry said, breaking the silence. His eyes were set on the pink-orange liquid in my glass, then they drifted to my face. A proud smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“You 'think’?” I challenged shyly.

I took the glass from him (cautious not to touch his fingers) and took a sip. It tasted great.

“M'not big of a show off,” Harry grinned, “S'it good?”

I nodded and stirred the colored liquid once more. “Thanks, Harry.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His voice was soft and his gaze shy.

The air around us shifted once more. My eyes teared up. What had happened to us? Harry and I… we used to be the kind of friends who didn’t stopped talking to each other for hours. At first, we’d be loud. We’d laugh and giggle so much eventually both of our tummies hurt. That was when we’d change the subject and speak more quietly, until several hours later our conversations drifted to topics only we were allowed to hear. Then we’d be whispering and sitting closer together, always an eager sparkle in the other’s eyes as we both listened with interest about what was being said.

I quickly turned away and pretended to yawn. My eyes blinked rapidly and I willed them not to cry in front of him. Not because of embarrassment, but because I couldn’t do that to him. I’d given him my okay. I had no right to be mad at him for having found someone else. Harry remained standing close and with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.

“I think I should go,” I muttered.

I held my head low and took a deep breath before looking at him briefly. Harry’s eyes held concern and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out for me.

“Y/N, love,” he began lowly, “Do you think we could talk for a bit? S'been a while since I got to see you. Hear your voice. I missed you.”

This time when my eyes met his green orbs, I didn’t look away, even though I could feel the tears forming and coming closer to spilling over. Harry’s whole expression changed. His cheeks paled and his forehead furrowed deeper.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, my weak voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, sorrow deeply set in his eyes. His feet stepped closer and his warm hands touched my flushed cheeks before I even had the chance to back away from him. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard and had more tears coming, this time because of how much I hated how uncommon this sort of care from him had become.

Harry embraced me. His head buried itself into my neck and both arms wrapped themselves around my waist so he could lift me up from my feet. “Please no, Y/N, Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”

I couldn’t help it. My heart, the final bit that had been whole still, broke in his caring hands and I was overcome and pulled under a wave of grief. That was what I was doing. I was grieving our friendship and the lost hope I’d had for a relationship with him. And he allowed it. He let me cry against his collarbones without any complaint and instead began to hum quietly, knowing how much his voice always soothed me. Pain shot through my chest. He probably did the same when she was upset.

“I can’t-” I cried, but got cut off by my lungs that burned with need for air.

Harry hushed me, his hold tightening, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s going to be alright.”

I shook my head and loosened the hold I’d taken around his neck. My hands momentarily brushed his soft hair, then I pulled away. Harry hesitated but allowed me to step out of his hold.

“I can’t take it anymore, Harry,” I confessed, my voice breaking halfway through the sentence. I reached up to brush my cheeks with the end of my sleeve and hiccuped. My head felt numb and I knew if I didn’t get out of this kitchen soon, he’d witness a break down I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing.

Harry’s hand reached for my arm. I didn’t fight it when he pulled me closer to him, but avoided his eyes when he leaned down to find my gaze.

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice rough with emotion, “I promise you, it’ll be alright. M'not leaving, okay? M'not. We’ll figure this out.”

I wanted to scream but all I could was shake my head rapidly. “Figure this out how? What have we become, Harry?”

Another sob wrecked through my chest.

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “But we’re going to find each other again, okay? I promise. Let me say goodbye to the others and then we’ll go for a walk or something. We’ll talk. About everything and nothing at all… Just like we always used to, yeah?”

Used to. So long ago, it seemed.

“Okay,” I whispered, my burning eyes set on my feet. My skin shivered under his warmth and my lips hurt from how much I was bitting them.

I flinched when his mouth pressed a kiss to my head. The skin was left with a burning sensation. “Wait for me here, love.”

Harry’s quick feet carried him out of the kitchen and left me standing by the counter with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I stood up straight and brushed the few remaining tears from my cheeks. My skin tingled and I felt the hint of a smile on my lips, even though my body ached.
Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed put by the counter and had waited for him just like he’d asked me to. I wish I hadn’t been impatient and eager to reunite with Harry, because that eagerness drove me to exit the kitchen shortly after him and turn the corner, allowing me clear view into the living room.
There he stood. His arms around her thin form, his hands in her long hair and his lips kissing hers. All air was knocked right out of me. I could see how his hands gently moved against her neck, bringing her in closer and their bodies flush together. When their lips parted for a moment, I could see how he let his tongue run along his lower lip, as if he wanted to make sure he got all of her taste. And I could see him smile warmly at her, right before he leaned back in to connect their mouths once more. This sight… it burned.
I didn’t wait for him. Because I had been wrong before. My heart wasn’t truly broken until that moment, witnessing the man I loved with my everything, kissing a woman who wasn’t me. And if he wasn’t going to leave me, if he was just going to keep me close and allow my heart to shatter over and over again, then I supposed I would have to be the one to go first.
So that’s what I did. I walked back to the entryway, slid on my jacket, picked up my bag, and left the house. Left, to never come back to Harry Styles.

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For The Love Of Harry, Chapter Three

The weather was finally beginning to become more bearable now that spring had arrived in London, or at least it wasn’t as nippily anymore most days. The lawns were speckled with browns and greens, but still crunched underneath your feet as the grass struggled to spring anew once again. Tulip leaves were prematurely attempting to poke their tips through soil, and the very teensiest bit of small green buds were appearing on trees. People were starting to do the domestic tasks of spring…opening windows while cleaning the must and dust of winter from the stagnant air of their homes, preparing the ground for gardening, and maintaining lawn care equipment so it was ready when needed.

You personally enjoyed that your walk between stations, work, home, and anywhere else you fancied on a pretty day, was a beautifully warm and lovely walk, rather than arctic chills reaching up your skirt. You also liked that you could once again be outside more, participating in activities you enjoyed, like going for runs, grilling food without snow flaking your hair, and playing a spot of tennis with a friend from work who also enjoyed the sport.

The past few weeks had been amazing! You and Harry were spending much more time together. You weren’t completely sure how to label what it was you had going with him, but you never were much for labels anyway. All you knew was that you were enjoying your time with him, and he was choosing to spend time with you. You. Not the millions of girls and women around the world that fell at his feet in worship. Not the models and actresses and other celebrities who were associated with him in one respect or another. You. He wanted to spend his free time with you, and that made you feel…special.

You heard the bell of your front door as you finished getting ready for his visit. You looked out the upstairs window and saw him standing at the door, always a picture of handsomeness.

“Hey!” you hollered down at him from the window with a smile.

“Hello, love!” he smiled up at you.

“It’s unlocked. Come on in!” you yelled as he winked at you and opened the door, you hearing him close the door behind him.

“Am I too early?” he hollered up the stairs to you.

“Not at all!” you replied back, as you walked out of your bedroom to the top of the stairs. You looked down the stairs at him, and it hit you suddenly that you were exploring…something…with Harry. You couldn’t help but smile when he looked at you. His whole face smiled when he was happy.

“I brought some drinks, and some music,” he said gleefully.

“And I have the food, and the grill is already hot,” you replied as you walked to where he was still standing. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Thank you for asking,” he smiled, his hand eagerly finding your waist and pulling you closely to him, lightly kissing your lips. “I’ve missed you.”

You giggled at how adorable he was. “You just saw me yesterday.”

“Always miss you when you aren’t around me,” he grinned shyly, kissing you lightly again, then another to your temple as he hugged you.

“I miss you, too,” you spoke against his cheek. “How about we get the food going then see what music you brought?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he smiled.

You grabbed everything needed and walked to the back patio. 

“Have you prepared it all already? The seasonings and such?” Harry asked you.

“Um, no actually, why? Are you allergic to something?” you asked curiously.

“Not at all,” he said. “I would…just, sort of, like to cook for you, is all. I rather enjoy cooking, and you’ve done it for me so many times now, it’s my turn.”

“I really don’t mind…” you started to say, but he interrupted.

“Sit!” he ordered, followed by a laugh and smile. “Not asking now. Want to cook for you. I’m a master griller,” he bragged about his cooking.

“Better than being a master-bater…” you quipped with raised brows as you finished the final drink of the water bottle you had been nursing throughout the morning and grinned mischievously. He shot you a look but smirked as he looked over the food you had for lunch. 

“Actually brought my favorite seasonings with me if…” he stopped at you giggling at him, “don’t laugh at me!” He chuckled at you giggling. “Just…I want to impress you with my cooking skills now, and I’m a bit particular sometimes.”

You smiled at him and walked to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his cheek. “I cannot wait to taste the food you make, handsome,” you said honestly, bringing a toothy smile to his face, bookended by dimples that made you weak in the knees.

“Good,” he finished, “Now, let me just get this going, then I would really like to smooch on you for a bit.”

You let him have his way with the food, not wanting to step on his creations or techniques, and happy to do so. It had been ages since you remembered someone cooking for you, besides a local restaurant, or Kari opening a tin of spaghetti hoops and warming them through. You watched as he meticulously seasoned each piece of meat, making sure every one was covered perfectly to his satisfaction, then placing each where he wanted them over the fire, so that they cooked evenly and wouldn’t set the grill ablaze should the juices drip on a particularly aggressive coal. As he lowered the lid of the grill, pleased with the progress, he turned to you, wiping his hand on the towel, flinging it over his shoulder, and smiling slightly.

“You know, Grill Master Harry is pretty damn sexy,” you flirted, taking a chug from the cold drink Harry had offered as his initial contribution to the meal.

He smirked and walked toward where you were sitting on the double lounger of the patio. “Is he now?”

“He is, yes,” you confirmed. “Could be the ‘Kiss the Cock’ apron he’s wearing”.

Harry laughed out loud. “It says ‘Kiss the Cook’!”

“You interpret it your way, I’ll interpret it mine,” you smooshed your lips in together then popped them out quickly into a bit of a pouty lip as your tongue remoisturized them lightly. Harry realized quickly your intentional ‘error’ and smirked again, sitting next to you on the lounger.

“And are you flirting with the cook to get him to act upon your obvious advances?” he leaned closely to you, looking at your lips then again at your eyes.

“Is it working?” you questioned, raising your brows with a smirk of your own.

He smiled then pressed his lips against yours, taking advantage of your lips parting to allow his tongue to taste you. He moaned lightly as he leaned more firmly against you and felt your breasts bearing against his chest. As he pulled away from your kiss reluctantly, he looked at your lips like they were one of the wonders of the world, then into your eyes once again.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked, allowing his lips to graze lightly over your chin.

He heard your voice catch slightly as you cleared your throat and squeaked a soft, “Fuck, yeah”.

The two of you continued flirting as Harry finished the food. You set the round glass patio table for the meal and nearly gasped at how wonderful the food he had prepared looked and smelled. As he sat the small platter in the center of the table, you placed a lovely bowl of an assorted greens salad you prepared ahead next to it, which is interlaced with almond slices, fresh berries, and a lovely poppy seed dressing you wanted to try out.

“Bon appétit, love,” Harry smiled as he raised his drink to you, clinking it gently to your own. You returned his smile as you both began enjoying the meal.

“Mmm, that’s delicious, Harry!” you raved. “So tender!”

Smiling proudly. “Thank you! Thank you very much! I do take great pride in my cooking abilities,” he beamed.

“As you should,” you nodded.

“So, while we partake of this mutually agreed upon amazing meal,” he giggled, “I would like to talk to you about something.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, wiping your mouth with your napkin and taking a drink. “What’s up?”

“I have had a change in my schedule,” he said, with a slight frown. “I have to leave tomorrow morning for some work in New York, and while I’m in America, I’ll be flying to LA for a bit of work, as well.”

“Oh,” you replied, your own mouth pouting. “Work calls, eh?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“How long will you be gone?” you asked quietly.

“I’m not really sure,” he answered, placing his fork next to his plate. “Could be awhile.”

Not wanting him to feel bad that he must work, you grinned and nodded. “Well, I’ll make sure to have a home-cooked meal waiting for you when you get back eventually.”

“Actually,” he said, watching you, “I was wondering if you might be able to come join me at some point while I’m there. Visit me.”


You know there is a lot that goes along with being around Harry, and the two of you had still yet to define really what you were. A couple? Dating? Just two people enjoying time together? So far the two of you had kept your time together private, only in the security of your own property or his, and rarely drove anywhere together. To this point, you were pretty confident that you had not been discovered.

“I know we’ve discussed before, and agreed, to keep our relationship as private as possible for now,” he said, as if reading your thoughts. “I still think that’s for the best, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” you agreed. “I know how difficult it is for you, Harry, and I completely understand.”

“Thank you,” he said, squeezing your hand. “I just never want you to feel like I’m…not wanting to be seen in public with you, or that I’m ashamed of you or our relationship. That could never be further from the truth.”

“I know,” you assured him.

“But, all that being said,” he started again, “I don’t want to go weeks, possibly months, without seeing you beyond the screen of a video chat, either.”

“So, tell me the answer,” you grinned.

“If you can arrange it with your work,” he explained, “I would like to find a good time for you to travel there. I’ll take care of your arrangements. And I’ll set it all up so that hopefully nobody will find out…about it…that sounds bad, doesn’t it….”

“Don’t worry about it, Harry,” you answered. “I know what you mean. I’m not offended, I understand how it works.”

“So, do you think you could? With work? And…do you want to?” he asked, unsure how to read you at the moment.

“What? Yeah, of course I want to. I can talk to TJ and see how much time I can get away,” you smiled. “If he complains too hard, I’ll offer to work from there and submit things to his email or something. You’ll be pretty busy anyway, right?”

“Well, yeah,” he replied. “But I’m not inviting you there to sit in a corner and just watch me work all the time, or for you to stay busy working. I want you there because…” he grinned lovingly, squeezing your hand. “Because I hate being away from you.”

You smiled back at him and felt his other hand envelope yours inside of his.

“I want you where I am, for as much as I can have you there,” he told you.

“I’m sure I can get some time,” you answered, kissing him sweetly. “I’ll let you know how long after I talk to TJ tomorrow. I’ve never taken a day of vacation since starting this job, so I’m due, I think.”

“Makes me very happy,” he said, kissing you again. “I’ll set it all up as soon as you know. Thank you for wanting to come.”

“Are you kidding?” you asked. “Give up a chance to see you work?”

“I don’t know how much you will be able to be around me outside of the flat, love,” he said regrettably. “Everything will have to be done very secretively so that we aren’t exposed. Don’t want you to have to deal with that any sooner than it will undoubtedly happen. Can’t risk being papped together yet, or fans catching us out together.”

You sighed and nodded your head with a reassuring grin. “It’s okay. Just getting to see you, spend time with you, not wait possibly months to see you again, will all be worth it.”

He leaned to you and kissed you gently, then again more deeply, holding your face in his hands. Pulling back briefly, running his thumb over your lips, he kissed you tenderly once more. “Now, let’s finish this food so I can have my way with you before I have to leave,” he giggled, kissing your cheek.


Harry’s flight had been typical and he soon found himself in his flat in New York. It was new for him, recently purchased under another name to protect his privacy, but served its purpose while he worked off and on in the city. As soon as he landed, his first thought was to check and see what you had managed with your supervisor.

“So, did it work out?” Harry asked quickly before you could even say hello.

You giggled, “Yes.”

“Excellent!” he exclaimed. “How long?”

“He said I could have two weeks…or three with an exclusive from you for the magazine,” you said quickly, trying to get it all out in one breath as you squinted your eyes against the blow of Harry hearing the words. You heard him sigh loudly. “Harry, don’t feel pressured. Really, it’s okay. Two weeks is better than nothing at all.”

“No, love,” he responded quickly. “No, it’s fine. It’s you anyway, right? They’ll let you have the exclusive?”

“Yes, but don’t do it if you aren’t comfortable with it, it’s fine,” you tried to assure him. “I told him that wasn’t fair, but he said for an extra week, that’s what it would cost.”

“It’ll work, no worries. For an extra week with you here, we’ll make it work,” he grinned to himself.

They looked at his schedule and decided the best time for the three weeks was at the end of his time there. A brief few days at the end of his New York work, then another week and a half in LA, followed by some alone time for them somewhere before returning to London. They would have to be very careful to keep their secret, but they were both happy for the challenge.

After a few weeks passed, you bubbled with happiness as you sat on the plane, waiting impatiently for its landing in New York. You had never been to New York, so you were looking forward to enjoying it a bit while there. You knew you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the city with Harry, but it would help time pass during the hours he was working.

As you made your way through the airport with your bags, you spied a man near a line of cars with a sign that read your name. You walked to him with a smile, handing him your bags for the boot, and eagerly sat in the back seat of the private car. Your eyes were glued to everything passed, a new experience for you to see. As you gawked at the buildings that were too high to see comfortably from the car window, you felt the vibration of your phone and quickly looked to see Harry’s name and contact pic staring back at you.

“Hey!” you exclaimed excitedly.

“You’ve finally arrived?” he asked impatiently.

“I have!” you answered, your voice unsteady from the excitement you felt. “When will I get to see you?”

“Soon, babe,” he answered. “The driver will take you to the flat, and I have someone there to let you inside. Just wait there for me and I’ll be there as soon as possible, alright?”

“I can’t wait to see you,” you nearly gushed.

He chuckled, “I’m so ready to see you, too.”

The driver stopped outside the building which held Harry’s private flat. As you took your bags from the driver and walked through the front doors, a man walked up to you and smiled.

“Hello, miss,” the large, bumpy man greeted you. “I was shown your photo and know you are a private guest of one of our tenants. He asked me to escort you in. Let me carry your bags and I’ll take you there now.”

“Oh, thank you!” you said, surprised and unsure, but trusting anyway after reading his name badge. You followed the man, who you now believed to be with building security, into an elevator which took you to the floor of Harry’s flat. He walked you to the door and opened it for you with a key Harry had given to him prior. He sat your bags in the entry of the apartment, then handed you the door key. “Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome, miss,” he replied with a smile. “Enjoy your time in New York!”

“I will!” you smiled, closing the door as he left.

You weren’t sure how long you stood in that spot, feeling a bit out of place, but looking at every detail as it jumped out at you. Photos sitting atop a hallway table of Harry with his family and friends. Iron hooks next to the door for jackets and coats. A large potted plant in the corner that stood as tall as you. You slowly began to walk down the entry hall, peaking into the open doors of the rooms you passed, seeing what appeared to be a small ½ bath next to a guest bedroom. You passed a beautiful kitchen and dining area before coming to a halt in the living room. You looked to your right where bright light was filtering in through what had to be the largest apartment windows you had ever seen in your life. Your first thought as you looked out at the city below was that you were happy you weren’t the person responsible for cleaning those windows. They were huge, reaching to the high ceiling above, and looked out over many other buildings and busy roads. You sat the key on the table next to you and simply glanced around the room, taking in everything you saw one bit at a time. You had been to Harry’s home in London, so it wasn’t like you had never seen extravagance or wealth before, but it had been the first and only experience for you until this point, so it still stopped you in your tracks when you witnessed it. Your little house back in London didn’t compare to this.

The flat is completely quiet, except for the humming of an appliance and the sound of a ticking clock somewhere, yet to be found. It smelled fragrantly of some sort of fruit and vanilla, which you found to be a collection of candles Harry had apparently lit earlier and blown out before leaving. You walked through the apartment, hoping you weren’t overstepping by looking around, but you knew Harry wouldn’t mind. You walked down another hallway that lead to two more bedrooms. The one at the beginning of the hall was a 2nd guest bedroom, slightly larger than the first, again with its own small bath. You walked further down the hall to the end, where you were met with Harry’s master bedroom. It was as big, if not bigger, than the other two rooms put together. 

As you walked into the room, your eyes looked around in a strange bit of awe. It was all very Harry. Large works of art on two of the walls kept your stare steady for a long moment. In one corner was a guitar on a stand, with a keyboard and stool next to it. Next to that corner was the doorway to a large walk-in closet, that you knew probably harbored a nice amount of clothing and shoes…boots, no doubt…that Harry kept there for less to deal with while traveling. On the opposite side of the room there was one of the largest beds you had ever seen, but still a bit smaller than the one he had in his London home, you thought. You walked to it and lifted one of the pillows to your face, breathing in, and smiling as you smelled Harry on them. Not the smell of his hair products, or soap, or even his cologne. But the smell you had grown to love so much, that was simply the smell of Harry. You couldn’t describe it, nor did you need to. It was one of the most lovely, comfortable scents you had ever known.

Burying your face into the pillow and breathing in again, you heard the sound of keys in the front door, then heard it open and close. You smiled so big your cheeks instantly ached, as you ran out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and looked through the vast room toward the front entry, seeing a smiling Harry chuckle then quickly jog toward you. You approachd him, realizing you were still clutching the bed pillow in your arms, and tossed it at your feet as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“What are you doing, silly girl? Stealing m’ bed pillows, are you?” he teased, but he felt how strongly you were holding onto him and he knew exactly what you were doing. “God, feels so good to be holding you again.”

“I’ve missed you!” you finally said into his ear. You felt one of his hands move to the back of your head as he kissed into your hair, burying his face into you.

“I’ve missed you, too, babe,” he breathed. “So much.”

He held you for a long moment before pulling away, his hands on either side of your face. 

“So beautiful, you are,” he practically whispered. “Need a proper kiss now, please.”

Neither of you wasted any time diving into a very sensual kiss, almost dirty in its own right. You felt Harry’s hands move to your ass, pulling you against him forcefully and loving it. You were sure you could feel his dick jump slightly against your abdomen, even through both layers of yours and his clothing.

“I need you, babe,” he whispered, desperate for you, slowly backing you toward his bedroom, shutting the door behind him and leading you to the large bed. You felt him quickly slide your short dress up your body and over your head faster than you could have even requested him to. Unbuttoning the button or two that was actually fastened on his shirt, you slid it down his arms and let it drop behind him on the floor. After another deep, lust-filled kiss, he stepped back slightly to gaze at your body from head to toe and back again. You wore his favorite bra and panty set, one he had bought for you initially as a joke, that was stitched along the lacy edging with the words, “property of harry styles”, but had come to really turn him on when you wore them. Still in your high heels, you began to kick them off when he boldly said, “Leave them on.”

You gulped slightly as Harry pressed against you firmly again, holding your hips tightly against his so you could without doubt feel his hard dick growing between your bodies. 

“Do you feel what you do to me, baby?” 

He had a look in his eyes that you recognized as desire. Passion. Lust. His green eyes turned a more intense shade when he was like this.

One thing about Harry that you loved so much was his ability to always make you feel desired. It wasn’t a show. You knew he didn’t do it only to make you horny, or make you crazier during sex. He found pleasuring you to be intoxicating. He loved to watch your face as he manipulated your body or made you cum. He loved inspecting every inch of your body to see how touching you here, or tasting you there, would cause you to writhe beneath his strong body. He became infatuated with sending you into a tail-spin sexually, finding every way possible to arouse you, even teasing that one of these days he was afraid he would cause you to pass out simply from how far he could push you sexually. He loved that you both had a high sex drive and was always eager to try new things.

On the other hand, he also loved the way you kissed him gently…thoughtfully…softly. He was easily turned on by your body, but equally turned on by your personality, your wit, your kindness toward others, your intellect, the level of comfort he enjoyed with you. He could sit and look at you for hours on end, or sit up talking with you all night long about the most mundane subjects and not be bored. He loved feeling your fingers lightly caress his back when he held you for an extra long amount of time. He loved the warmth of your hugs and the scent of your skin. And he loved every thing about you. Although neither of you had said those three words to each other yet, the feelings were there, and you both knew that when it was right, it would happen.

You felt Harry dig his fingers into your sides, grasping you, pulling you into his body as his mouth locked onto your neck, sucking you between his lips, biting at your skin.

“I’ve missed you, Harry,” you whispered desperately in his ear. “Let me…”

He kissed your jaw while sliding his fingers under the band of your panties. “What love?” he asked nervously.

“Lay on the bed,” you told him. He drew back a bit and looked at you, seeing a look of determination in your eyes.

“Anything you say,” he smirked, turning you so that his back was toward the bed. You unfastened his skinny jeans and slid them down his long, lean body as he pushed his pants down with them, kicking them off at the ankles. You kissed him deliberately, then watched as he laid back on the bed, feet still on the floor, but stretched out, eyes wide, watching you. You looked at his eyes, then trailed them down his body and trained them on his fully erect cock, standing proudly, more than ready for what you had in mind. You weren’t sure how, after weeks of sex with Harry, you had not already managed to have his masterpiece in your mouth. Harry was usually the one who wanted to be in charge in the bedroom. He liked having the control, and got such great pleasure from seeing you receive, that he had never thought to ask you for it, and once he started touching you, it was all you could usually do to keep your mind focused. But for the past week or so, it was something you had thought about many times. And now, you were in charge.

You stood between his legs, watching him nervously twirl one of his rings as he watched you. You looked over his body, and licked your lips as you stared at his dick, causing a small groan to catch in his throat. 

“I want,” you started, then corrected yourself. “I need…your cock in my mouth.” You watched him swallow hard. “I want to feel it hit the back of my throat.” He nodded quickly at you then started to touch the head of his cock, but you pushed his hand away. “No,” you said as you shook your head slowly. “It’s mine.”

You dropped forward slowly, placing your arms on either side of his body, and slowly brought your face even with his stiff cock, until he felt your hot breath on it. You tilted your head just enough to lap a flat tongue across the slit of his head, wiping it clean of the salty pre-cum that was already beginning to seep. You heard him suck air in through his teeth.

“Bloody hell,” he whispered as he closed his eyes briefly, then opened them quickly again, watching you, afraid of missing anything. You had already learned that one of Harry’s favorite things about sex is observing. He liked watching as his dick slowly moved in and out of you. He liked seeing your juices drain from your wet heat. He liked watching his cum leak out of your pussy onto the sheets under you. It was his kink, if you want to call it such. And it turned you on that it turned him on so much.

You stood again and raised one leg, setting the heel of your shoe on the mattress next to him, the same shoes Harry had only moments before told you to not remove. He watched you as you slowly moved your hand to your knee, then trailed it up to your panties, rubbing gentle circles over your fabric-covered clit. You felt Harry’s hand around your ankle, slowly moving up your leg, in search of a place more wet and warm. As he nearly reached the silky strip of fabric that barely covered your lips, you gently laid your hand on his and moved it away again.

“Fuck, love, you’re killing me,” he begged, a slight bead of perspiration forming on his forehead and upper lip. “Please.” 

You moved your hand slowly back to your panties and slid your middle finger slowly between your lips and inside, hearing Harry groan more loudly this time. You closed your eyes for a moment, then pulled it back out, placing your foot back on the floor, moving your hand to Harry’s mouth and allowing him to taste your wetness on your finger. He moaned from the taste then looked at you with pleading eyes. You leaned over him again, kissing his bare chest, darting your tongue against his warm skin, and slowly trailing it down his body as you felt him tense and squirm around under you. He tensed his jaw and breathed in through his nose deeply as he felt you getting closer to that part of him that he wanted you to take and destroy. 

Just as you sensed a slight whimper from his throat, close enough to his cock that he felt you even without touching, you looked up at him, your mouth looming closely to him, his head now propped by a bed pillow so he could see everything you did. He groaned again as he felt you drop to your knees between his legs, your lips kissing his swollen, red member, your eyes still focusing on his face. As he felt your mouth close in and down around him, he heard you moan lightly and couldn’t keep himself from twitching between your lips. He felt your hand grip the base of his cock and begin to move in opposing rhythm with your mouth, meeting in the middle, squeezing and sucking him with amazing pressure. You knew Harry was going to be an amazing mouthful, but you were determined to make it the most pleasurable blowjob he had ever experienced. You lifted your mouth off him enough to lick him up and down to coat him in your spit. As your hand continued pumping him, your mouth found his balls and sucked them, one at a time, into your mouth, tugging lightly. You could hear him trying to steady his breathing as his hand found your hair and caressed your head.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “Feels so good.”

His affirmations of pleasure made you drip into your panties a bit more. You loved that he was enjoying it as much as you. He tasted so good to you. Why the hell had you waited so long for this?! You moaned again as you lathered him well, loving the salty taste on your taste buds. You heard him breathe more deeply again then felt him jet his hips up into you a bit.

“Sorry, love,” he said, stroking the back of your head. “Sorry.”

“Do it again,” you said, only removing him from your mouth long enough to say it before pumping your hand and mouth on him again.

“Like me to fuck up into your mouth?” he asked, a line of sweat drooling from his forehead onto his chest now as you nodded, looking up at him again, his cock hitting the inside of your cheek. 

“Bloody…” he whimpered, panting, applying pressure to your head with his hand, grabbing your hair then as you apply a bit more pressure, his hips buck up into you again, causing a slight gagging sound as drool seeps out around your lips and hits his groin. He felt your other hand rest on his thigh with slight pressure as you became more aggressive and felt his muscles tense. He strained…“Baby…I’m gonna…fuck…” 

He tried tugging at your hair to get you to pull off him before he came but you refused to stop, moving your head back a bit and sucking the tip of him aggressively, your hand stroking his length, until you felt a sting at your scalp from his pulling, and Harry shooting deeply into your throat with a loud moan, his breathing so quick you were afraid he would hyperventilate. His cock pumped into your throat as you moaned lightly. You looked up at him, his cock still in your mouth but a bit softer now, and saw wild eyes looking back at you as his breathing began to slow. He watched intently as you pulled your head back, lips still tightly around him, allowing him to fall onto himself as you pulled away completely. He watched you in awe as you swallowed, licking your tongue around your swollen red lips, then licking the remnants of his seed off of your hand. Harry closed his eyes and let his head drop to the pillow behind him.

You smiled slightly, knowing he enjoyed it, but also knowing he was probably spent physically for awhile from it. Worth it, you supposed. You liked pleasing him, and you knew you did. You stood again, stretching your aching legs, still in your bra, panties, and high heels, and climbed over his body, looking down on him. He opened his eyes, looking up at you, lifting his arms to pull you down onto him, holding you tightly against him.

“That…was…fuckin’…amazing…” he said quietly into your ear. “Amazing, love. Never had it better, I fuckin’ swear. Thank you. Holy God, thank you.”

You lifted your head and smiled at him, kissing him sweetly, sensing his physical exhaustion.

“I swear, I’ll give it back…just…bloody hell, love…” he chuckled, still slightly breathless.

“It’s okay, babe,” you told him. “Rest up. I’m going to go shower.”

You kissed him quickly on the lips then stood, smiling at the non-moving body lying on the bed in front of you, eyes closed and damp of perspiration. You opened the bedroom door and walked to the entry where your bags still lay, grabbing them and walking back into the bedroom. As you sat your bags on the chair near the bathroom, you heard a light snore coming from the direction of the bed and saw Harry, in the same position, sleeping soundly.


You and Harry enjoyed your time together in America, albeit secret, traveling to LA for his work there and experiencing yet another of his properties. You were snuck onto his private flight, but were taken to his home via a separate car, and different route and entrance to the property. You would give him credit where it was due. He had thought it out well to keep your relationship a secret from the public. You knew he did it for your safety and privacy, even if it did bother you a bit that the only time you were with him most of the time, you were hidden away in his home. As much as you would love to be holding his hand as you went with him from interview to interview, you and he both knew it was too risky. That’s why you were so excited on your last night in LA, when he made an announcement to you.

“Love, how would you like to go somewhere tonight?” Harry asked with a smile.

“Really? I can go out?” you asked with glee.

Harry frowned slightly, hoping you hadn’t felt like a caged animal during your time with him.

“Where am I going?” you asked. “I thought you had a show tonight.”

“I do,” he beamed. “And I would like for you to be there. See me perform.”

Your excitement faded slightly from your face, not because you were unhappy, but because you were moved that you were going to finally see him perform. All this time you had known him, you had not once seen him perform solo. You had gone to one of the final One Direction concerts with Alex, but a solo concert had never happened…until now.

“Are you serious?” you asked with tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh, don’t cry, love!” Harry chuckled, pulling you into a gentle hug. “I know it’s not fun being alone while I’m working, and I know you’ve not seen one of my shows yet. And I really want you there.”

“I just can’t believe it,” you said, smiling while wiping away a happy tear. “I didn’t think I would get to see you perform for a long time, until the day came we were ready to be out in public together.”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “We still need to be careful, babe. Still have to do separate cars, separate entrances, tuck you away in the wings where you can’t be seen but you can still see me on stage. I’m sorry, I know it isn’t ideal.”

“No!” you bolted. “No, please! It’s fine! It’s better than not seeing you at all. Harry, I’m so proud of you and your career. Always have been. I’m just so happy to get to experience it with you now.”

He kissed you sweetly then left to allow you to get ready while he went to the next place he was needed. That evening, the car he had sent for you pulled up in front of the building and the driver grinned at you as he opened the door.

“Enjoy your evening, miss,” he cheered, smiling at how excited you appeared to be.

You watched happily out the car windows at the buildings you passed. The lights of the city were bright and abundant, and soon you found yourself being escorted through a back door of the venue, walking hallways until you were finally led to a small room near the backstage area. In a moments time, you saw the door open as Harry walked in. Seeing you and smiling, he closed the door behind him, looking at you as his eyes popped, his heart beating more quickly. He walked to you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly then kissing you firmly.

“You look beautiful, love,” he glowed with pride, excited not only as he gets before a performance, but that his girl was there to support him. “So beautiful.” 

He kissed you again, first on your soft lips, then your cheek, then near your ear as he held you again for another moment. In the hallway he heard one of his crew yelling for him.

“Harry! Ten minutes, man!”

He leaned away from you again and took your hand, walking to the door of the little room. He looked at you, then at your hands holding each other, losing a bit of his smile as he knew he couldn’t be seen with you in such a way, gently dropping your hand. He opened the door and showed you to the area where you could stand in the wings to watch the show. He looked at you, then at your lips, wanting badly to receive a kiss of good luck from you, but seeing all the people standing around backstage, some with their cameras trained on Harry, who took a deep breath.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “Kill it, love. Going to be a great show!”

He smiled at you and nodded, saying he would see you back at the flat after, which would be very late due to after-show rituals and such, but to go ahead and sleep and he would try to not wake you.

You had hoped to get to spend a bit of time with Harry, even if only a moment, after the show, to congratulate him and tell him how wonderful he was. But you understood. The life of a celebrity was sometimes bittersweet, and if it was what you had to deal with to be in a relationship with him, you were okay with that. As the show ended, Harry was whisked off immediately to some sort of after party, it being the last appearance in America. You would have loved to have been able to attend it with him, being the hand he held as he walked around accepting the praises of those attending, but you were the person he was coming home to, and that seemed just as good if not better to you. Watching from a distance, you saw Harry, surrounded by people and camera flashes, smiling and waving to those around him, thanking them for coming and for having him there. You took a deep breath as he quickly became further away from you, before disappearing into the sea of lights and people.

“Miss?” you heard a voice from behind you say, recognizing it as the guard who had accompanied you into the building. You turned and smiled at him. “Your car is ready to take you back now.”

“Thank you,” you replied, following the man down the stretch of hallways and out into the night air once again. You looked at all of the city blocks, filled with people and buildings and nightlife, and thought a lot about what Harry’s life must be like, and what your life with him was bound to be like at some point. You quickly stepped out of the car as it pulled into the drive of Harry’s home, and walked into the large luxury home. Such a big house for one person, you thought, but definitely Harry. He very quickly and comfortably fell into the wealthy lifestyle his popularity and hard work brought, while still being that grounded, down-to-earth guy that you knew was his mother’s influence, even though you had yet to meet his family. You knew it wasn’t that Harry wanted to keep you from them, or anyone for that matter. He was just being careful to not tempt fate where you had, to this point, been lucky that people still had not discovered your relationship. Someday, maybe. Someday you hoped to be that person for him, but for now you would be happy just to spend time with him.

As you walked into the large, quiet home, you felt your phone vibrate and looked at the screen.

Thank you for being there for me tonight. It meant the world to me.~Harry xo

A simple text, during a time when you knew he was so busy he probably couldn’t think a clear thought, but he thought to text you and thank you. Yeah, you had fallen hard for him. And you were more happy than you could ever remember being before.


Harry was tired, physically and mentally. He was finally finished with his work in America, and was ready to take the next several days to spend with you and only you. He needed some time to relax and just enjoy doing nothing everyday, rather than running from interview to appearance to meeting. This stretch of work was not a tour or promo of any kind necessarily, merely a long string of obligations with a concert or two thrown into the mix. Harry was dedicated to his work, and had an amazing team he worked with that had a plan for his career and helped him achieve and accomplish it. But it was finished for a bit, and he looked forward to going back home and seeing his family and a few friends for awhile, enjoying a home-cooked meal or two, and spending time alone with you.

“So, H,” Jeffrey asked as they rode in the private car to drop Harry off at his flat. “What’s up with you and this girl? I’m glad to have finally gotten to put a face to the name and stories, but how’s it going with her?”

Harry smiled a huge smile while rubbing his fingers over a tired face. “It’s amazing, Jeffrey,” he said. “We get on great, and I’m really enjoying our time together.”

“What exactly is this that you have with her?” he asked pointedly.

Harry looked at him confused. “What do you mean, what do I have with her?” Harry asked, thinking he must be too tired to understand the question.

“I mean, is she your girlfriend? Are you two just dating? Friends with benefits? Just a good time? You’ve been fortunate so far that you’ve not been discovered. I had no idea until you told me,” Jeffrey admitted.

“You know how it is for me, mate,” Harry shrugged. “Just don’t want the press or fans getting wind of it and make it so crazy that it becomes unsafe or a nuisance for her. She’s really great and I don’t want that for her.”

“I understand that, Harry,” he interjected. “But what exactly is it you have with her?”

Harry started to answer then closed his mouth again, thinking. Neither of you had ever really defined your relationship. Were you his girlfriend? Were the two of you just having fun together, being close friends with a mix of intimacy thrown in here and there? Harry knew, at least for him, it was more than that, but what was it? He had never referred to you as his girlfriend. He had never asked you if you would see him exclusively, although he was sure you dated nobody else. For some reason, maybe due to lack of sleep and being too busy, Harry thought harder on this subject than he probably needed to.

Harry stepped from the car, telling Jeffrey he would talk to him soon, after a few days in a private, secluded holiday spot he had found for the two of you to get away together for awhile. Harry quickly made his way up to the flat and unlocked the door quietly. It was early morning hours and he knew you would be sleeping soundly. He removed his boots so he wouldn’t risk waking you, and walked softly to the master bedroom, opening the door just as softly. He looked toward the bed and grinned to himself, seeing the lump under the covers of his bed, curled up into a ball on his pillow. Not the pillow you had been using, but the one that he used. It was a comfort to you when he was away, being able to smell his scent on the pillow case. He walked to the bed and looked down at you, seeing you sleeping, your chest rising and falling slowly in rhythm, the covers pulled up to your neck because Harry kept the temperature much cooler than what you did in your home, and a hint of a smile on your plump lips, even in your slumber. Harry knelt beside the bed, gently placing his hand on your head and caressing your scalp lightly. 

Why was his conversation with Jeffrey weighing on him so much? He hoped you didn’t think of your relationship with him as just having a good time. It was more than that to him. But Jeffrey was right about something. The two of you hadn’t really defined what it was that you did have together. By this point you had been seeing each other for a few months and neither of you appeared to have any desire to date another. You had decided in the beginning to not label anything yet. To just enjoy spending time together and see what happens. But that was months ago, and Harry was quickly realizing that wasn’t what he wanted anymore. He didn’t want for your relationship to be undefined. Even if you couldn’t share it with the world, he wanted you to know how he felt about you.

Harry stood again after lightly kissing your head, then showered and easily slid into the bed next to you, being gentle so as not to wake you. He carefully moved up behind you, pulling your body gently against his own and holding you, kissing your shoulder lightly a few times, then quickly giving in to the sleep he desperately needed.


As your small private jet cut through the puffy white clouds, you were happy to be with him, traveling with him rather than in a separate mode of transportation. He seemed clingy since coming home after the concert and party the night before, but you loved it. If there was a better feeling in the world than Harry’s hand holding yours, his arm around you, or his lips kissing you, you had yet to find it.

You felt Harry squeeze your hand as you turned your head from the window to look at him. His smile met you, then a kiss to your lips, followed by his thumb tracing your bottom lip. You returned his smile and moved your other hand up his arm, gripping softly to him. You realized he was just staring at you, taking you in. He did that sometimes, like he was still memorizing every bit of you, but the look in his eyes this time was different.

“You alright?” you asked him with a grin.

“Never better, love,” he replied, as you nodded your head to him.

In time the small jet landed in the location he had chosen for your private getaway, and you were driven to a small, private beach home. Where, you had no idea, but you honestly didn’t care, either. You were there, with Harry, with nobody anywhere around, in a remote location, with your own private beach spot. Life could be worse.

Harry took your bags from the driver and walked into the beach home with you. It was small and quaint and much different from Harry’s own properties, and you loved the intimacy of it. Small kitchen, little sofa perfect for two to cuddle on, only 2 small bedrooms, and a patio that led out to a small, secluded beach front, that Harry was assured by the management company, was completely private and undetectable by the paparazzi. You looked out the sliding glass doors to the beach. It was beautiful. You couldn’t wait to feel the heat of the sun on your skin while looking out over that majestic view.

You felt Harry’s presence behind you as you looked at the view, feeling his arms wrap around you and his chin resting heavily on your shoulder. His lips kissed your neck, then took a small nibble as your hands moved up to grab his arms around your chest.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you said sweetly. “It’s beautiful.”

“Only sight more beautiful, I have my arms around,” he flirted while still kissing your neck.

“I mean, thank you for wanting me here with you,” you say with intent. You knew Harry has feelings for you, even if neither of you have ever put a label to what you have together. Stupid labels. What were they anyway? And why was it bothering you so much that you’d yet to have one with Harry? Just be happy you’re with him, you dolt! you chastised yourself in your mind. Harry doesn’t owe you a label. It had only been a few months. A few months of flirting. A few months of spending countless hours together. A few months of texts and phone calls and video chats. A few months of intimacy, tasting each other, bringing each other to climax over and over again.

“Just wanted to spend a little holiday with you, before you have to go back to work and I go back into the studio in London for a spell,” he reminded you.

You appreciated it, but that still wasn’t your point of thanking him. You were thankful that he had chosen you to be the one that he wanted to spend his time with. He had women falling at his feet around the world, and you were the one he wanted to be around. You knew he wasn’t the playboy that the media always tried to make him out to be. You had known him long enough now to know better than that. You only hoped that Harry understood exactly how you felt about him. Neither of you had yet to say “the L word”. Not that either of you questioned that you had love for each other, but loving someone and being in love with someone were two different things. You both wanted it to happen naturally, yet both were afraid to say it and then not hear it from the other in return, so for the time, you both seemed to just keep it to yourselves.

The two of you enjoyed a few days cuddling on the beach, swimming in the ocean, and soaking in the rays of the sun. The night before you were to fly back to London, Harry was clingy once again. You loved that he always liked to be touching you somewhere…his hand on your leg as you had dinner, his arm around your shoulders as you watched a movie on the sofa, leaning his body back against you, squishing you between him and the kitchen counter as you cuddle into his back, pressing pert kisses to your mouth as you stood next to him watching him cook your breakfast. But Harry sensed you were becoming a bit tense, knowing your time together over the past 3 weeks was nearly over, and you would soon be returning to work to finish the exclusive you and Harry had been working on here and there, and making the arrangements for the small, intimate photo shoot to boost it.

After you finished getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth, relieving your bladder, and raking your fingers through your hair, you sat on the side of the bed, plugging your phone into its charger and setting it on the side table. You felt Harry’s hand rubbing up and down your back and turned off the little lamp next to the bed and yawned.

“Come ‘ere, love,” Harry said as he pulled your arm his direction, coaxing you to lay down next to him. You did as he requested, not really sleepy, but knowing you had to be up early to be at the airport on time. You lay back against your pillow, but Harry pulled you closer to him, away from the edge of the bed, nearer to the center.

“What are you doing?” you giggled as he pushed the covers back down as you tried to raise them.

“Seem tense, babe,” Harry observed, kissing your neck and rubbing his hand lightly between your tummy and his t-shirt that you’re wearing. “Are you stressed about going back? Your article or something?”

You sigh softly. “I don’t know. Maybe a little. Been enjoying this, you know?” you smiled at him.

“Trust me, I know. I have, as well,” he smiled back, moving his kisses to your jaw. “Let me help you relax, love.” You felt his gentle kisses pepper your neck slowly, in no hurry, simply enjoying making contact with your skin. “Close your eyes. Clear your mind. Relax.”

You swooned inside as you closed your eyes, enjoying the soft way Harry was helping you release your stress. You felt his other hand gently caress your scalp, playing with your hair, while moving his kisses along your hairline. You felt him lightly kiss each of your eyelids, your brow, your nose, covering your face one gentle kiss at a time. His soft mouth nibbled at your jaw lightly, followed by a soothing kiss, as his other hand continued to rub lightly across your tummy. His finger traced a smooth line back and forth along the trim of your panties. You felt his hand move slowly and gently around your body, softly massaging your skin and muscles with his touch to your shoulder, your arms, your chest and stomach, and down your hip and thigh, kneading gently in his attempt to help you relax. You feel his mouth next to your ear.

“Feel good, baby?” he whispered.

“Mmm,” you groaned lightly and nodded your head slightly, turning your face to meet his lips against your temple.

“Wanna help you relax completely, babe,” he whispered. “Make you feel good.”

Harry ghosted his lips across your jaw before finding your lips, as you turned into his kiss. His lips were so soft against your own, a hint of the same minty toothpaste that you used only a few minutes before. You felt his lips lightly pass over yours again, but not kissing yours, just brushing past as he placed another soft kiss on your neck just below your ear. His hand crept up to your breast, cupping it gently, tugging your already perky nipple through his fingers. You felt his hot breath around you and felt the heat rising between your legs, relaxing your thighs as they naturally fell open a bit more. He took his time with you, touching your neck, kissing your shoulders, biting gently at your earlobe, sucking into his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He teased his kisses around your lips, making you crave them to the point that you moaned slightly in protest when he didn’t leave one against yours. His tongue gently slid over your bottom lip, licking its fullness, and biting it playfully to plump it to the size and color he had learned to love during sex. You finally felt his tongue dip into your mouth again, softly, sweetly, all the while his hand touching you gently, in every place except where you would like for it to be.

“Let’s slide these off, love,” he tugged at your panties, sliding them down your hips as you gently lifted your ass from the mattress to allow him. You felt his hand move up your hip slowly, finding your waist and rubbing lightly across you tummy, as he again kissed around your face.

“Just let go, babe,” he whispered in your ear. “Eyes closed, no stress or worries. Just us.”

“Mmm,” you groaned, as he saw your eyes closed and felt the tension gone in your body. He saw your jaw relax as your mouth fell open slightly. “Feels good,” you whispered.

“Shhh,” he shushed lightly in your ear. “Shhh.” 

Harry moved even closer against your body so you could feel how hard he was against your hip. You knew that must be painful and you would love to help him with it, but at that moment, you were numb, prisoner to his touch. You felt his hand move upward again, finding your jaw, then your lips, then gently opening your mouth as he poked two of his fingers inside your mouth. 

“Make them good and wet for me, love,” he asked softly, as you felt his tongue pull your earlobe between his lips again. You heard him moan in his throat, his own breathing increasing a bit as his dick ached, filling with blood, wanting your mouth on it just as it was on his fingers. You felt his leg firmly pull your leg toward him, spreading your thighs further apart, as he pulled his fingers out and kissed you deeply, moving his saliva-soaked fingers eagerly to your clit. You breathed in deeply and moaned. “Shhh,” he reminded you, then whispered. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax. I’ve got you.”

You felt his wet fingers slowly rub your little button until it was jumpy and swollen, then slowly moved to your juicy lips between your legs. He kept his mouth next to your ear, only leaving your ear to kiss your jaw or your cheek. Harry pressed his forehead against the side of your head, concentrating on how his hand would help you find complete relaxation soon. You felt one of his fingers slide between your lips and into you a couple of inches. Besides both of you breathing more rapidly than normal, the finger he had inside of you, rubbing gently at your walls, was the only thing moving on that bed. You felt his finger rubbing slowly against you, then curling against the roof of your heated hole. He heard you exhale as you opened your mouth a bit more, as he kissed your jaw.

“So wet, baby,” he whispered in your ear. “So hot and wet, pullin’ my finger into you.” He slowly pulled his finger out, adding the other wet digit you had sucked for him, applying a bit more pressure as he rubbed you inside. A slight moan escaped your throat, as Harry intensified the pressure and motion of his stroking, your neck arching slightly into your pillow. “That’s it,” he whispered as he felt you swelling, ballooning against his fingers. “That’s it.”

“Harry,” you whispered.

“Shhh,” he prompted into your ear quietly.

“Harry…need…to pee…” you said breathlessly, but making no movement to act upon it.

“It’s okay, love,” he assured you quietly. “Relax.”

You felt him gently kiss and lick your jaw and cheek as he continued his relentless pursuit of stroking you perfectly against your spongey spot, until he heard your juices squishing around his fingers, your breath catching near his ear.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he coaxed into your ear. “Cum all over my fingers, love.” 

Your hands moved to his wrist, as it began feeling almost too good, attempting to pull his hand out, but he refused and applied more pressure to your needy spot. He felt your body begin to tremble and quake and looked at your face, glancing back and forth between your expression, and where his hand was pleasuring you, until he heard you release a loud moan, your liquids exploding out of you, not only wetting his fingers but splashing its wetness nearly to the crook of his elbow.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell!” he finally breathed, not pulling his fingers from you, or relinquishing pressure from inside you, until he knew you had ridden out the orgasm to its fullest. He heard you begin to breath again, panting quickly, as your body continued to spasm in orgasmic bliss, choking his fingers inside of you. He felt you finally clamp your legs around his hand as you slowly regained a more normal breathing pattern, and the trembling of your thighs began to subside. He held you tightly, kissing you everywhere his lips would reach, not yet removing his fingers, until he felt you finally open your legs once again.

“Did so good for me, love,” he whispered into your ear, as his fingers slid out of you and he rubbed you softly between your legs, soothing you gently. “So good, baby.” 

He lifted his arm and showed you the juices still dripping from it, a couple of them dripping onto your chest and stomach. You lifted your arm, pulling his arm to your mouth, and sucked on one of his fingers, tasting your sweet juices on him. You saw the look on his face change once again, as an “Uungh” fell out of his throat, causing him to push his still throbbing dick against your hip without even realizing he was doing it. He brought his arm to his mouth and licked his tongue up toward his wrist, moaning slightly, loving your taste. He pulled you tightly against him and kissed you deeply, passionately, still tasting the slight sweetness attached to both of your tongues. He pulled away slightly and looked at you.

“May need just a moment, then I owe you,” you giggled. “Fuck, do I ever owe you.”

“No worries, love,” he looked down at his still prominent dick. “Don’t think that’s going anywhere until you’re ready for it.” He kissed you as you both giggled, then he pulled away again. “Love, do you think this coming weekend, we could take a short trip?”

Closing your eyes a second, still trying to think clearly through your bliss, you answered. “Well, yeah sure. Where are you wanting to go?”

“Back home,” he answered with a grin, kissing your lips softly.

“You…” you nearly choked out, “You want me to go back home with you?” He nodded and smiled. “Are you sure, Harry? I mean, yeah, but you’re sure?”

He smiled at you and squeezed your body into his. “Need m’ mum to meet the girl I’m in love with, don’t I?”


There you go! Chapter Three of For the Love of Harry, completed. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Honestly when I started this chapter, I was stumped, not sure where I wanted to go with it, and had initially decided it would be the final chapter so I could move on to my next story. But the ideas are already flowing for the continuation, so if you liked this one, please let me know and I will continue the story and post it soon. Apologies for any mistakes in this post. I wrote through a sleepless night, my nephew having gone in for brain surgery yesterday, so my thoughts are a bit weary and worn. Thanks for reading, lovelies!

Much love! xo

A Tenderness They don’t Understand.

Hi my friends! I hope you enjoy this fluffy one shot. It was written in one go so please excuse any mistakes. 

Plot: Harry and Y/N are utterly in love with each other. 

Warnings: None. Well, it will make you want to be with Harry Styles. 

Picture isn’t mine. Doesn’t he look just way too good in this one?

“You guys are too much.” 

My friend’s words pulled me from my thoughts and for the first time in the past 20 minutes my eyes found a face other than Harry’s. 

He was standing among a small group of his mates while I was sitting next to mine on the couch in Jeff’s living-room. The party he was hosting was nice however not half as small as he’d promised it would be, which had lead to me and Harry being separated the moment we arrived. I felt like a clingy, whiny, little girlfriend, the kind I never intended to be. My boyfriend had left my side for almost an hour now and it was enough to dull my mood completely.

Leila arched her brows and grinned knowingly. My cheeks flushed.

Though redundant I asked: “Who are you talking about?”

“You and Harry!” she rolled her eyes, “Obviously! The guy you’ve been eye-fucking for the past hour while he’s done the same thing to you. That man has you undressed in his head I can tell.” 

Her harsh words made me shrink back a little and I swallowed the lump in my throat. Leila winked at me before laughing loudly and taking another sip from her drink.

“That’s not even true,” I argued quietly before changing the subject so she couldn’t say anything further. 

Of course she hadn’t meant any harm with her words and while there was technically nothing wrong with two people staring at each other while thinking about something steamy, I didn’t like it at all when she suggested it. 
It wasn’t like Harry and I didn’t occasionally send the other suggestive glances or knowing smiles from across a room but we hadn’t done anything like that tonight.

My eyes searched for him because he was almost like my magnet, my other half. I felt his presence like a warm and electric buzz, leaving my body tingling and longing for him. I was constantly on alert the second he left my side and I only felt truly at peace when he was back with me. 
When Harry’s orbs searched for me it wasn’t because he imagined me naked in his bed. It was because he wanted nothing more than to leave the stupid conversation he was forced to listen to and instead wanted to be involved into whatever stupid chat he knew I was forced to feign interest for. 
Harry missed me. His skin was covered in goosebumps and his muscles tense from not having me close, it didn’t matter if we were separated for two minutes or for two hours, the dreadful feeling at the bottom of both of our tummies was the same. Harry was so tender with me and he promised that I treated him gentler than anybody else ever had. 

After two months of dating Harry I knew nobody really understood our relationship and I’d found ways to come to terms with that. It was their loss not mine.

A smile pulled at my lips. I didn’t need to look up to know that he was walking towards me and when his arm wrapped itself around my waist I didn’t flinch in surprise. Harry leaned down from his standing position so he could press a loving kiss to my temple before allowing his nose to gently rub against my skin. 

“My love,” Harry murmured so only I could hear, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I am,” I smiled at him and reached up to caress his cheek and cradle his face in my palm, “And you?”

The warmth of his soft skin and the short stubble made me giggle and I felt my cheeks redden when he kissed my cheek noisily. He chuckled against me when the two girls sitting around me got up quietly to give us some privacy and I reached for his hands to encourage him to sit down. 
The sofa dipped under his weight and I sighed when he finally wrapped both of his arms around me the way I’d wanted him to do for the past hour. 

“I’m having only half as much fun when you’re not with me,” Harry admitted with a huff. 

“Me too. Which makes us quite sappy, doesn’t it?” 

Harry laughed at that and squeezed me to him. One of my hands rested on his knee, caressing and squeezing the skin while my other wrapped around his arm. I looked up and when his sparkling eyes found mine I leaned in to kiss his jaw. Harry hummed, his arms tightening around me.

“I like that we’re this way with each other,” he told me with a serious expression before breaking into the most gorgeous smile, “So romantic.”

“Me too,” I promised against the skin of his neck, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”


We both looked up to find Jeff making his way towards us. He stumbled a bit and came to a halt right in front of our sitting figures. His expression was one of excitement. 

“I just got the call from John! We spoke about the studio you wanted to rent and he told me it’s free!” 

Harry’s eyes widened. “That’s great!” 

“It is!” Jeff agreed, “Come and have a drink with me to celebrate!” 

Harry pulled me closer. “M’okay, Jeff. But thanks! I’m quite happy here.” 

Jeff rolled his eyes. “C’mon you can feel her up later, mate.” 

“Thank you, Jeffrey,” I laughed and he flushed before nudging Harry’s foot with his own. 

But Harry shook his head. “Nah, mate, really. I’m good.”

With a roll of his eyes Harry’s manager moved away again and I chuckled quietly. 

“Our friends won’t ever invite us anywhere again,” I predicted. 

“Great,” Harry laughed, “Means I can keep you to myself. Fine by me if I’m honest.”

“I agree,” I nodded before leaning into him. 

My lips found his collarbones while his pressed to my head. Harry’s fingers intertwined with mine, my leg brushed against one of his and I pressed a loving kiss to his tender skin. Harry’s breath fanned over my arm when he leaned down and I gasped quietly before letting him connect our lips in a kiss. 

Kissing Harry was something I knew I would never fully get used to. 

His lips were soft and gentle when pressed to my own and when he moved them he never forgot to be attentive to what I did. A low moan left his throat and I fisted his hair in a tight grip, answering to his more urgent movements by holding his cheek and jaw with my free hand. His tongue licked my bottom lip and I whimpered quietly. We kissed and held onto each other with nobody disturbing us and when he pulled away from me I blushed at the mess I’d made of my boyfriend’s hair. 

Harry’s nose nudged mine and I closed my eyes briefly, breathing his familiar scent in. 

“I love you so much,” Harry spoke quietly. 

My arms wrapped around his neck tightly in an embrace and I nuzzled his skin. 

“I’m so in love with you, Harry,” I whispered. 

He hummed. The room around us had gone so quiet in my mind we might as well have been alone. God I did I wish for us to be alone. 

“How about we leave?” my voice was quiet and I gently scratched the back of his head. 

Harry smiled and shrugged. “Sure, why not? Are you tired, baby?”

“No, but I want to be somewhere where I don’t feel like everybody is judging us for actually being gentle with each other.”

A frown formed on his beautiful face and I reached up to smoothen his skin. 

“Who cares about them?” Harry asked quietly, “You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend. You can kiss me as much as you want and I’ll come over to hold you as much as I want regardless if our friends are jealous of that.” 

I smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’re right. I shouldn’t overthink everything.” 


So we stayed and with Harry sitting by my side, one arm around my body and lips occasionally finding my cheek to kiss, I felt really good. 
Of course I still noticed Leila’s eyes on us and I could practically see her biting back her comments, but I didn’t care anymore. 
Just as Harry had said I loved how much we adored each other and how utterly tender we always behaved with the other. It was something the others didn’t understand and that was their problem. 

Thank you for reading! Little background to this one: I was sick all week, yesterday was the first time I felt okay enough to eat something properly and now today I got my period which means my body is once again blessed with an immense kind of pain. My life is so great. Anyway it made me really wanna have somebody like the guy in this one shot by my side. 


Music Series: Homesick by Dua Lipa (sequel to Last Dance)

I really love this Dua Lipa collab with Chris Martin! I always love when piano is featured in a song, being a pianist/keyboardist myself, and their voices sound great together! Really incredible song.

Even though I feel the vibe of this song is supposed to be more of a “not wanting to leave the person you love but having to”, I chose for this interpretation to view it more as a “missing you when I’m away from you” song.

This is part two of the imagine I just posted for Last Dance. You can listen to this beautiful song HERE, via my Spotify playlist called ‘Fresh Fresh’. This is “Homesick”.




Here, where the sky’s falling, I’m covered in blue

I’m running and I’m crawling fighting for you

When the rain stops, then, darling, what will I do

And I know I go all in but why do I

You had honestly thought it would be a one-time thing, but it was so beautiful. Harry was such a tender lover.

You alright? Not hurting you, am I?’ ‘God, you’re beautiful…’ ‘Feel so good…’ had been only a few of the sweet and gentle words Harry had spoken softly against your ear that night.

Alone with him in the quiet of your Floridian hotel suite, you and Harry had spent an amazing night together. Prisoner to his kisses and touch, you welcomed his seduction on you. But what were the chances that this was more than just a holiday fling, especially with someone like Harry Styles?

So when you were back in California, going about your normal routines in your everyday life, you were completely caught off guard when you opened the door to your flat and saw him standing in front of you, dimples at full depth.

“‘Lo, Beautiful,” he shined, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You thought you had been foolish by giving him your address and phone number, especially when he hadn’t immediately contacted you after your chance meeting in Florida. But seeing him standing outside your door made you happy he had asked.

“May I come in, love?” Harry asked, chuckling. “Like to see you again, if that’s alright.”

You give me a reason, something to believe in

I know, I know, I know

You give me a meaning, something I can breathe in

I know, I know, I know

It’s a bittersweet feeling, longing and I’m leaving

I go, I go, I go

But I wish I was there with you. Oh, I wish I was there with you

“I hate that I don’t get to spend as much time in California as I used to,” Harry said, holding your hand as the two of you sat out on your balcony, a few months now into your relationship. “But I want this to work. I really like what we have right now.”

“I do, too,” you grinned. “Harry, I understand your work takes you away a lot. It’s okay. I love any time we can spend together. And there’s always video chat, right?”

Harry smiled and kissed the back of your hand in his.

“Right,” Harry grinned. “You know, after that night in Florida, I was worried you would think I was just looking for sex.”

“I’ll be honest,” you said, returning his grin. “I did have thoughts that you only wanted a one-night stand that night, and that I may never see you or talk to you again. But just the fact that you showed up here a few days later, that told me that it meant more to you than that, just like it did for me.”

“I’m sorry you felt that way, never wanted that,” he said, shaking his head. “I genuinely love what we have now.”

“I love it, too,” you flirted, biting your lower lip, as he leaned to you, pulling your lip into his own as he kissed you tenderly.

There’s a crack in my window, a bird in my room

Angels all over that watch over you

When I’m walking on water, all my dreams have come true

Still, nothing means nothing without you, you

You learned quickly how difficult it was to be in a relationship with Harry, when over half the time he was not even in the same country as you. But you didn’t want to make him feel bad for his crazy, hectic life, or make him feel it was a strain on the relationship, so you took a deep breath and pressed on, wanting nothing more than to be with him again. You missed him, the weeks upon weeks that he was away from you. And you knew he missed you. You saw it on his face with every video chat, felt it in his words with every text, and heard it in his voice with every phone call. You had fallen in love, and you felt his love for you, too.

I miss you terribly, babe,” his text to you read. ‘I need you.

As you began a text back to him, you were interrupted by a knock at your door. Setting your phone on the table, you walked to your door and opened it. A young man, slender built and wearing bike gear, handed you an envelope, as he spoke… “Messenger”…then quickly walked away. You looked after him in complete surprise, having never had something delivered to you via messenger before, and giggled, closing the door. Stepping back toward your sofa, you read the words on the outside of the envelope, but were given no indication as to what could be inside.

Hearing your phone vibrate with another text, you struggled between wanting to open the envelope, and wanting to check your message, knowing it was from Harry. You quickly chose the envelope and ripped it open, unfolding the letter inside. As another item fell out into your hand, you read the note.

‘Please, come to me…xoxo…Harry’

You saw the words, not putting two and two together yet, then looked at the item in your other hand. A ticket to fly to England. You stared at the two pieces in your hands for a long moment, unbelieving, as your heart pattered quickly in your chest. Hearing your phone remind you of the text message, you grabbed it and opened the screen, reading his text…

Please say you will…I love you…

As a happy tear slid down your face, you looked at the ticket again and saw the departure date and time was only 3 hours away and took a deep breath, smiling and laughing. Reading the text again, you typed…

I’m on my way…I love you…

You give me a reason, something to believe in

I know, I know, I know

You give me a meaning, something I can breathe in

I know, I know, I know

It’s a bittersweet feeling, Longing and I’m leaving

I go, I go, I go

Tell my heart to lie but I know deep inside it’s true

That I wish I was there with you

That I wish I was there with you

Oh, I wish I was there with you

idontbelieve-whatsontv  asked:

Hey! Do you have any drarry fics where they have sex for the first time. Please and thank you.

Ah, awesome-hehehe-things, this is gonna be such a long list!! Full of awesome fic. Two things. (1) I think these are all fics about the first time one or both of them has sex at all - i.e., these are sexual debut/loss of virginity (blech) fics - vs first time together or first time trying something new. (2) I’m not 100% sure what kind of sex is in all of these. Like with topping and bottoming, it’s just not the kind of detail I keep track of because all sorts of things are sex. I suspect they’re mostly the first time they have anal sex, but betting some of them are handjobs, blowjobs, etc.

Anyway, enjoy! Also, as I’m very certain that this is not an exhaustive list, please feel free to reblog and add your own first time recs! And, of course, remember to leave comments and kudos for these lovely authors!!

Drarry Recs: Sexual Debut/First Times

101 Ways to Heal Your Wizarding Woes (Or, an Unfortunate Incident with a Traffic Cone and a Policeman’s Helmet) by who_la_hoop - NC-17, 26.5k - Harry is a trainee Auror, and Draco is living at Malfoy Manor, bored and petulant with nothing to do, and no career prospects. Draco’s attempt to heal himself via Muggle psychology – including writing a series of ‘why I hate you’ letters to Harry – backfires when an overanxious house elf delivers the results to Harry. Harry is bemused, Draco is angry and together they have a lot of issues to work out.

Advanced Charms by Paraphilia - NC-17, 7k - Awkward first time is awkward.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound - NC-17, 150k - Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Are You There God? It’s Me, Draco by floweringjudas - NC-17, 24k - Harry and Draco are straight Aurors. Then they’re gay teachers. It makes sense in context.

Azoth by zeitgeistic - NC-17, 89k - Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

The Conquering of Harry Potter(’s Virginity) by FantasyFiend09 - NC-17, 8.5k - The prompt says it best: after Draco acquires the knowledge that Harry Potter has had a very sad (non-existent really) sex life, he sees it as his personal duty to be the Saviour’s hero for once and show him how it’s done. And Draco is totally the right person for that.. although he may not actually have had sex before either.

Crossing the Canal by MushroomAnn - M, 61k - Harry is trying to find himself, and Draco is trying to hide away. An unexpected meeting in Amsterdam teaches them that the past is nothing but water under the bridge, and that sometimes, what you need most is just a bit of bad luck.

The Darklist by Cheryl Dyson - M, 87.5k - When Draco Malfoy, wanted criminal, strolled into the Ministry to give himself up, he seemed destined for Azkaban until he offered to hand over information to avert an upcoming crime. Of course, he refused to divulge that knowledge to anyone but Harry Potter.

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore - NC-17, 5k - It’s the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I’ve had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one… this one is something new.

For All That Ails You by Frayach - NC-17, 17k - Voldemort forces Draco to drink a love potion so that he’ll fall in love with Harry, and he does - madly.  But then Harry does too.  When Hermione finds an antidote for the love potion, neither knows who loves who.  But then along comes the anonymous poetry contest to save the day.

The Gentlewizard Club by Sophie_French - NC-17, 28k - Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

Hungry by birdsofshore - M, 24k - The first thing Harry knew about it was when he woke up lying on a bed in the hospital wing, with his arm firmly stuck to the scrawny, milk-white arm of Draco bloody Malfoy.

Hurt for the Right Reasons by traintracks - NC-17, 4.5k - Everything was so cocked up. He just wanted this one thing. He wanted to hurt for the right reasons for once.

In the Company of a Rubber Duck by birdsofshore - NC-17, 35k - War makes for strange bedfellows. However that doesn’t fully explain how Harry ended up sharing his bath with Draco Malfoy… nor why Malfoy was a rubber duck at the time.

Kiss Me (Under the Light of a Thousand Stars) by Sophie_French - NC-17, 115k - Harry rescues Draco Malfoy from Azkaban, where he has been imprisoned for three years after the war. Draco is not as Harry remembers, as Azkaban leaves its mark on even the strongest of wizards. With no memory of who he was or how he came to be in Harry’s care, Draco needs Harry’s help if he is to have any hope of making a full recovery. But Harry has his own demons to fight and together with saving Draco, Harry must also discover a way to find himself. 

Kisses are for Lovers by kjmom1 - NC-17, 22k - Draco is a high class prostitute famous for taking clients virginity and doing it with a tenderness and care so they feel loved. Harry comes to him for the same treatment.

The Light More Beautiful by firethesound - NC-17, 81.5k - Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

Let the Poets Pipe of Love by Aja - NC-17, 12k - Harry is a virgin, Draco is a hooker, but when they get together they have nothing but fun sex fights—well, something like that.

Make It Good by fr333bird - NC-17, 9.5k - Harry and Draco are Auror partners who go undercover as rent-boys at a brothel. In order to get into the brothel they have to have sex in front of the owner.  And they have to make it look good.

Momenti Diversi by zarah5 - M, 33.5k - In which you’ll find the Italian sun, some sexual tension, a reluctant Harry and a persuasive Draco.

No Greater Victory by dicta_contrion - NC-17, 27k - Back at Hogwarts after the war, a defeated Draco Malfoy is prepared to settle for life’s simpler pleasures: snark, sex, and Slytherin scheming. That is until Pansy, newly in possession of Malfoy Manor, offers to return his ancestral home. Just one condition: he has to win, and break, Harry Potter’s heart to get it. That’s no problem. Draco’s got this situation completely under control. Completely. At least until he doesn’t.

One Night at the Ministry by Maeglin_Yedi - NC-17, 11.5k - One night. One party. One arch-nemesis. Lots of champagne. Now all Harry has to do is survive.

Paradigm by Cheryl Dyson - NC-17, 57.5k - Harry Potter is an Auror and Draco Malfoy is a rentboy, but this is not a typical rentboy story.

Preparation by closet_bound - NC-17, 3.5k - Harry asks a question–eventually.  (w/sequel Blush)

Potential Gravity by zeitgeistic - NC-17, 32k - Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.

Rabid, Virgin-Seeking Mistletoe by kitty_fic - NC-17, 3.5k - Harry and Draco have developed an unlikely friendship- or possibly more- based on the kiss they shared a week ago under the mistletoe. That was of course, before the charm had gotten out of control and started demanding more than just a kiss.

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill - NC-17, 73k -  Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.  Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.  Malfoy felt inevitable.

Salt on the Western Wind by Sara’s Girl - M, 60.5k - When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected.

Slip Into My Lover’s Hands by lumosed_quill - NC-17, 6k - Draco licks his lips. He shuts his eyes, because he doesn’t think he can look at Potter when he says it. When he asks for it. “One finger?”

Something I Don’t Want to Stop by traintracks - NC-17, 16k - It’s Harry and Draco’s eighth year, the Houses have been all but demolished in favor of unity, and they’re being forced to room together. How ever will they cope?

Starts With a Spin by Maxine - NC-17, 120k - It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there’s almost no way out again. Except to keep playing. (Game: Spin the Bottle)

Tread That Fine Line by disapparater  - NC-17, 5.5k - Harry could cope with being in love with Draco, it was the needing to get fucked by him that was driving Harry insane.

Vale Sanare by RurouniHime - M, 23.5k - Draco’s world gains a new component just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

The Vanishing Department by dicta_contrion - NC-17, 47.5k - The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect.

The Venice Job by nishizono - NC-17, 26k - Harry Potter was one of the youngest Aurors in history. He was the Boy Who Lived, and the Boy Who Lived Again. He loved Guinness and Quidditch, and hated pineapple. He wrote letters to Hagrid every Thursday, and on Sundays, he visited Hermione and Ron. Harry Potter was also not gay.

The Voldemort Manor by Kedavranox - NC-17, 40.5k - The Malfoy Manor is a state run museum, renamed The Voldemort Manor by the Ministry for Magic. As part of his probation, Draco is assigned as sole caretaker. When the Manor hosts a series of high class events celebrating the Wizarding World’s fourth Yuletide season Post War, it brings with it a swathe of people Draco hasn’t seen in years; including one, Harry Potter.

Walking the Line by SilentAuror - NC-17, 180.5k - Sixth year is over and Draco Malfoy is on the run. The war is on and an unwanted assignment is forced upon him by the only people he trusts - and a one-time arch-enemy just may be out to kill him.

What Potter Wants by birdsofshore - NC-17, 3.5k - Harry definitely didn’t want to do that to Malfoy. Not at all. So why did Malfoy keep saying that he did?

You Wouldn’t Cook Without a Cookbook by Sara’s Girl - NC-17, 5k - Draco and Harry find out what happens when they follow instructions to the letter

anonymous asked:

Ok so right now i am absolutely craving some good fics with draco having the most embarrassing crush on harry thanks so much

Here are some Pining!Draco,

Stalking Harry by thusspakekate (14k)
Harry Potter is the most eligible bachelor in the Wizarding world. Draco Malfoy is a disgraced ex-Death Eater with emotional baggage and a bit of a crush.

Everybody Wants Some by PollyWeasley (6k)
Harry comes back to finish his Eighth year at Hogwarts and it seems like the summer after the war has worked miracles on him. He’s totally hot, muscular, and sexy - basically every gay boy’s (and girl’s) dream. Apparently Draco’s body agrees, and all he can think every time he sees Potter is how badly he wants some of him.

Make Me a Headline (I Want to Be That Bold) by @dictacontrion (31k)
Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that’s landed on his desk one Monday morning.

What I thought by bafflinghaze (7k)
Draco thought they were in a relationship. Harry thought it was just sex.

(The Piece) I was Missing All Along by lauren3210 (30k)
Draco and Harry have been flatmates and best friends for years, and Draco thinks life is just perfect that way. But when something comes along and threatens to take all that away, Draco has to decide what it is he really wants, and just how hard he’s going to work to get it.

Single Wizard Seeking Same by jennavere (18k)
Lovelorn Draco has been secretly pining for Harry for months. He’s finally forced into action when ex-boyfriend Blaise shows up. 

Fit to Print by auselysium (14k)
A story in which Draco falls madly in love (but with a straight, heartbroken boy), Harry is said straight, heartbroken boy (but you know, shit happens). A tale of friendship, love, Gryffindor determination and all the news that is fit to print. (And lots of drinking)

A Quiet Full of Longing by TheMostePotente (5k)
Draco could have the perfect life; all that he desires. If only he’d talk to Potter.

Not By Duty Are We Bound by Dreaming_of_a_Bright_Sky (17k)
Draco Malfoy has saved Harry’s life so many times that it’s joked about (and even bet upon) by the Aurors Harry works with. When Harry finds out how and why, it forces him to see a reality that he’d been blinding himself too.

On the Turning Away by blamebrampton (25k)
It’s one thing to be good at not making a besotted fool of yourself over a man when he’s busy being the most famous wizard in the world and you’re tucked away quietly in Wiltshire. It’s quite another when you have to see him every morning.

Don’t mind if I keep your tie (And your heart, babe) by Ingi (21k)
The Eighth year common room has a parrot in it, courtesy of McGonagall and her mad search for interhouse bonding.
Most of the time, it’s just there, until one day it repeats “Potter has a damn fine arse.” And the Slytherins know exactly who the parrot’s mimicking…
Draco is not amused.

A Convenient Impracticality by @firethesound (38k)
Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?

Miles to go Before I Sleep by whereSilencebegins (113k)
When Pansy comes to Draco nearly three years after the war to ask for his help with none other than an abused and fragile Harry Potter, what could he do but say yes? After all, he had been in love with Harry since they were eleven.

Shine, Even in the Darkness by raitala (41k)
Harry hasn’t seen Draco for over fifteen years, but now he’s showing up everywhere and Harry is sort of weirdly attracted to him, but that can’t be right?

Crutch by AWickedMemory (11k)
Harry has too much to do, and Draco, too little. The solution? Hire him, of course. Who knew Draco Malfoy would be such a perfect personal assistant?
(Or: In which Harry is messy and Draco saves lives by doing excellent admin. - Courtesy of Jen)

Between Dreams and Miracles by This_Bloody_Cat (4k)
Deep down, Draco has always been a dreamer, orbiting around his own private sun.

Kisses are for Lovers by KJmom (23k)
Draco is a high class prostitute famous for taking clients virginity and doing it with a tenderness and care so they feel loved. Harry comes to him for the same treatment.  

How Auror Potter Finally Solved the Most Important Mystery of His Career by FantasyFiend09 (9k)
Harry is NOT in a romantic relationship with Draco; no matter what everyone else seems to believe.

Through the Flames We Run by @alpha-exodus (17k)
Random chance sends the opportunity to work with Potter straight into Draco’s lap, and he doesn’t exactly mind. But then the disappearances start, and as they strive to solve a case that becomes increasingly sinister as time goes on, Draco’s thoughts become filled with both Potter and the little girl that happened upon Draco in quite the same way as Potter did.

There Is Always the Moon by Firethesound (158k)
Draco’s life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it’s simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he’d worked so hard to build, there’s only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time. (A remix ofIf the Sun Goes Black by pasdexcuses)

Five Reasons Why Not by Morgan_Elektra (17k)
It’s Harry’s wedding day. Draco thinks he’s making a big mistake. Can he convince him to call it off?

Slithering by astolat (27k)
Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.

Harry Potter Gives a Shit by talithan (58k)
“Where are you headed?” “No place special,” Draco fumbled, and flushed further. But then: “I can change that,” said Harry Potter.

anonymous asked:

Rec a bunch of bottom!harry pls

Check! I don’t keep track of who tops and bottoms for my own purposes (I don’t quite get it. Like, if Draco’s a dom and he ties Harry down and rides him, who’s topping? You know? Or if someone gives someone else head, or there’s frotting or wanking or whatever else?) so this list owes shoutouts for inspiration and assistance in double-checking hunches to Capitu’s Recs and to the Draco Tops Harry comm.

H/D Bottom!Harry Recs

The Case of the Problematic Pheasant by calrissian18 – NC-17, 20k – One week. One case. A whole helluva lot of trouble.

Cede by bgd_thrifty – NC-17, 2.5k - It’s hard being with someone who holds back from you and Draco has had enough on that score. He will not take, but Harry will give.

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation by firethesound – NC-17, 12k - Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated.

Kisses are for Lovers by kimom1 – NC-17, 22k – Draco is a high class prostitute famous for taking clients virginity and doing it with a tenderness and care so they feel loved. Harry comes to him for the same treatment.

let me see you stripped (down to the bone) by traintracks – NC-17, 24.5k - “So,” Malfoy said. “Are you in? Or are you out?” He turned and looked at Harry squarely.
Harry remembered the slow way Malfoy had slid his hand down his own stomach, into his pants – the outline of his long fingers gripping and stroking his own cock. The way his head had fallen back, exposing his pale throat.
How he had owned them all.
He took a deep breath. “I’m in,” he said.

Negotiations And by Mirabella - NC-17, 8k - Harry’s never letting Hermione dress him again. Well, unless it results in him being paid to have sex with Draco Malfoy. Then it will probably be okay.

Open Surrender by Anise – NC-17, 3k – Draco pays Harry a midnight visit.

Preparation by closet_bound – NC-17, 3k - Harry asks a question—eventually. (And it’s sequel, Blush (NC-17, 4k))

Pub Night by sdkshelly – NC-17, 7k - In a cramped loo at The Bitter End, what Harry and Draco do is only about one thing: getting off. …Isn’t it?

The Public Gets What the Public Wants by barefacedbandit/cryptonym – NC-17, 2.5k - Going underground can be fun, even in rush hour.

Punishment by Cheryl Dyson – NC-17, 15.5k - Harry loses an impromptu wager with unforeseen consequences that open doors neither he nor Draco Malfoy had known existed.

Save My Wonders by sdkshelly – NC-17, 21k - Immediately chocolate assaulted Draco’s senses. Warm melted chocolate mixed with his mother’s roses and… something else. Something new. Freshly scrubbed skin and maybe a faint sheen of sweat. It was so familiar…
And it only intensified when Potter came up behind him..

Very Important Meeting by ICMezzo – NC-17, 6k – Harry’s head is in the Floo but Draco’s is in the gutter.

As always, remember to leave comments/kudos/appreciation for these awesome authors!

anonymous asked:

Helllooooo. Do you have any good bottom Harry fics? :) thx so much

Taking Inventory - Draco surprises Harry while he’s stuck working late

Lone Prefect Rounds - Draco’s out on his prefect rounds, bored. That is until he comes across a certain Gryffindor out too late at night.

Cede - It’s hard being with someone who holds back from you and Draco has had enough on that score. He will not take, but Harry will give.

Kisses Are For Lovers - Draco is a high class prostitute, famous for taking clients’ virginity and doing with a tenderness and care so they feel loved. Harry comes to him for the same treatment.

All Life Is Yours To Miss - Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwart’s life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

Most of these are one shots. The last one is very long and only has a tiny bit of top!draco right at the end.

- Kaitlyn 

The Heir’s Champion (snippet)

So, almost two weeks ago, I saw this magnificent gifset by haliastone​ and was promptly struck with inspiration.  What was supposed to be a fluffy oneshot soon spiraled far, far out of my control and I unfortunately didn’t have time to finish before camp nano started.  Hopefully, by posting a snippet of the 7.5k I already have written here, I’ll hold myself (and perhaps some of you will as well) accountable for finishing it.


Harry stood in the entrance hall, mind still whirling frantically through the events of the evening in a hopeless, dizzying whirlwind.  He’d daydreamed about entering the tournament, fantasied about it, but that’s all it had been.  A fantasy.  A daydream.  The reality of the Triwizard Tournament, facing competitors who had three years more experience and instruction than he did in tasks that sounded dangerous in front of hundreds of people…

And people would think he’d done it on purpose.  The looks in the hall, the reactions of the various headmasters and professors, his brief conversation with Cedric…they’d all only served to make the point as clear as possible.  Would anyone except Ron and Hermione believe him?

Harry reached out and placed his hand against one of the stone walls off the castle, trying to take comfort in the sensation that he associated with home as he tried to force his thoughts into some sort of order.

“Diggory’s an idiot you know,” a familiar, cultured voice said.

Harry’s head jerked upwards and found a tall, handsome young man emerging from the shadows, aristocratic features furrowed in distaste.  The silver badge on his robe gleamed in the torchlight and dark eyes filled with a tenderness that was still utterly unexpected after all these years.

“Tom?”  Harry asked, taken aback by the Slytherin’s presence.  “What are you doing here?”  Then Harry’s brain finally caught up with his ears and he frowned.  “And Cedric’s not an idiot.”

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Does it ever just hit you how beautiful Harry and Louis’s love is?

Like the fact of how spikey and sassy Louis is but how he turns so gentle and tender around Harry,

or how bouncy and energetic Harry is but how still and calm he becomes around Louis?

It is just breathtaking how perfect they are for eachother.

anonymous asked:

Hi i has wondering if you knew any good drarry rentboy harry fics? Thanks

Sure, sorry for the late reply! (please read the warnings provided by the author)


Kiss A Boy In London Town (And Other Intimate Misadventures of A Society Whore) (femmequixotic)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 36.4k, Summary: There’s only one cardinal sin for a whore.

Another Mask Behind You (lettered)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 116.5k, Summary: Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies. (And then more porn. Seriously, if you don’t want sex scene after sex scene you probably shouldn’t read this. And please read the warnings.)

Kisses Are For Lovers (kjmom1)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 21.8k, Summary: Draco is a high class prostitute famous for taking clients virginity and doing it with a tenderness and care so they feel loved. Harry comes to him for the same treatment

Paradigm (Cheryl Dyson)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 59k, Summary: Harry is an Auror and Draco is a Rentboy. This is not a typical rentboy story.

Unhook the Stars (jad)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 62.5k, Summary: “Love is like a Rubix Cube: there are countless wrong twists and turns, but once you get it right, it’s perfect no matter how you look at it.” Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven’t learned how to communicate like normal people – with words.

Touch Me Fall (lumosed_quill)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 23k, Summary: Malfoy was such a ponce. And he was a complete snob. And he was so fucking fit Harry wanted to jump him where he sat. It would be too easy to forget his objective tonight: to really, really, really get Malfoy out of his system.

Prelude to a Year Backpacking in Tibet (themaohour)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 20k, Summary: Draco Malfoy should have expected this from the start: taking the easy way out of a bad situation only leads to a worse situation. Especially when someone turns up dead.

The House Of Potters (Where All Your Dreams Come True) (faithwood)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 9k, Summary: Obsession with Harry Potter draws out the worst in some people, but it makes Draco Malfoy reveal his hidden qualities.

Let the Poets Pipe of Love (bookshop)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 12k, Summary: Harry is a virgin, Draco is a hooker, but when they get together they have nothing but fun sex fights—well, something like that.

The Road To Hell (st4a_pl1314ds)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 10.5k, Summary: Harry had the best of intentions, but two wrong acts don’t make a right one.

Number Seven (sara_holmes)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 265k, Summary: Harry already has two children, an ex-wife, annoying colleagues and an international crime ring to deal with. So when Draco Malfoy reappears after eight years AWOL in France, of course Harry is going to leave him well alone…Right?

…and with persons even worse (Leela)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 14.5k, Summary: Someone’s killing rentboys in Lower Knockturn, and the case is getting attention from the top. No one at the Ministry wants another Ripper, stalking Knockturn Alley or moving into Muggle London. Harry Potter agrees to go undercover, but can he keep his identity a secret when Draco Malfoy is the rentboy assigned to show him the ropes?

Put A Price On My Soul (lamerezouille)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 12k, Summary: Harry has become used to being a whore in the crapsack wizarding world that’s now governed by Voldemort. Everything changes when Malfoy becomes his new pimp.

Breaking The Line (Kedavranox)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 19.9k, Summary: Draco was a Dom for hire. Harry was his best client. But Harry disappeared and now Draco’s retired. Draco’s doing fine (he’s even attending parties!) but who should show up to the latest BDSM shindig, but Harry Potter himself? Can Draco play with his ex-client without breaking the line?

Inauspicious Beginnings (l_morgan)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 6k, Summary: Sometimes two wrongs can make a right.

Railway Lands (Maelipstick)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 65k, Summary: Draco finds his own way to cope with being a failed Death Eater at Voldemort’s headquarters. Voldemort finds a way to destroy the wizarding world even after his death. Harry is trying to hold the world together while his mind quietly comes apart.

Gone Down On The Angel On A Lonely Night (femmequixotic)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 17.6k, Summary: Eight years after the end of the war, Harry stumbles upon Draco in an unexpected place: Islington.

One Month Stand (olimakiella)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 60k, Summary: Harry Potter has been searching for Draco Malfoy since he left school. Now 24 and a fully trained healer, he’s found him again. Can he convince him to stay?

All Roads Lead To Rome (calrissian18)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 19.2k, Summary: We’re just a million little gods causing rainstorms - The Arcade Fire, “Wake Up.”

Anything For A Price (alaana_fair)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 6k

Only Another Beginning (leandralocke, narya86)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 36k, Summary: Five years after Voldemort’s deafeat Harry runs into his former school nemesis who has been banned from the wizarding world, together with some other Death Eaters. Harry had known that life among muggles proabably wouldn’t be easy for them, but discovering that Malfoy works as street hustler was certainly not what he expected.

Coins (inell)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 2.6k, Summary: Coins make a certain jingling sound whenever they are tossed onto the top of a wooden bureau.

Where You Least Expect (flora)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 8k, Challenge: The war is over and Draco goes into hiding in the Muggle world. Harry is assigned to find him.

The Good Fuck (anon)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 3k, Prompt: Harry is a star Seeker and his team has just won the Quidditch League. To keep it secret, the more rowdy celebration takes place in a Muggle sex club/brothel and while Harry doesn’t care for girls, he gets a special treat from his teammates – a beautiful blond to spend the night with. Of course, the beautiful blond is Draco, who disappeared from the Wizarding world just after the trials. They’re both too proud and headstrong to back away from the challenge, but the night is long and many discoveries can be made…

Animus (isolde13)

Rating: Nc-17, WC: 50.1k, Summary: Harry defeated Voldemort. But he did not leave the final battle unscathed. Into his life comes Draco, who’s been working as a prostitute in Muggle London…

Soldiers Eyes (EruditeFics)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 31.6k, Summary: Almost six years after Voldemort falls, Harry Potter goes missing. No one can find him, until chance would have Draco Malfoy thrust right in his path, picking up shattered pieces while trying to keep himself together.

Out Of The Darkness (Constance1)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 46.9k, Summary: Draco Malfoy is shocked to find Harry Potter working as a male escort in Knockturn Alley, but it seems selling himself isn’t Harry’s only secret.

A Professional (charlottesometimes)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 8.7k, Summary: Harry is surprised with a card delivered by a mystery man that reveals that not only is Draco Malfoy alive, he is rentable by the hour.

Until The Dark Is Light Again (literaryspell)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 2.2k, Summary: This is not Draco’s home. This is where Draco fucks for money.

No Questions Asked (Serpentigena)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 4.7k, Summary: Five years after Voldemort is defeated, Draco runs off and establishes a new life. Harry tracks him down to try and bring him back to the Wizarding World.

anonymous asked:

can u please rec some rentboy fics? thank u!

I can :)

Unhook the Stars by jad (62k)
“Love is like a Rubix Cube: there are countless wrong twists and turns, but once you get it right, it’s perfect no matter how you look at it.” Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven’t learned how to communicate like normal people – with words. Guest appearances by Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Teddy Lupin, Gregory Goyle, the Weird Sisters, ex-wives, several Weasleys, a Boggart, and a Honey Badger. 

Another Mask Behind You by lettered (116k)
Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity.  Harry unknowingly hires him.  And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies. 

Number Seven by Sara Holmes (265k)
Harry already has two children, an ex-wife, annoying colleagues and an international crime ring to deal with. So when Draco Malfoy reappears after eight years AWOL in France, of course Harry is going to leave him well alone…Right?

Gone Down the Angel On a Lonely Night
by @femmequixotic (17k)
Eight years after the end of the war, Harry stumbles upon Draco in an unexpected place: Islington.

Kiss A Boy in London Town (And Other Intimate Misadventures of A Society Whore) by @femmequixotic (36k)
There’s only one cardinal sin for a whore.

Touch Me Fall by lumosed_quill (23k) 
Malfoy was such a ponce. And he was a complete snob. And he was so fucking fit Harry wanted to jump him where he sat. It would be too easy to forget his objective tonight: to really, really, really get Malfoy out of his system.

Breaking the Line by Kedavranox (19k)
Draco was a Dom for hire. Harry was his best client. But Harry disappeared and now Draco’s retired.
Draco’s doing fine (he’s even attending parties!) but who should show up to the latest BDSM shindig, but Harry Potter himself?
Can Draco play with his ex-client without breaking the line?

Paradigm by Cheryl Dyson (57k)
Harry Potter is an Auror and Draco Malfoy is a rentboy, but this is not a typical rentboy story.

Kisses are for Lovers by kjmom1 (22k)
Draco is a high class prostitute famous for taking clients virginity and doing it with a tenderness and care so they feel loved. Harry comes to him for the same treatment.

Shameless by QueenyMidas (50k)
Coming around on his third year in the local Escort service, Draco gets a new client that surprises him. Harry Potter, after having dropped out of the Auror academy a few years back, finds his life without direction or meaning when he orders a helping hand. Along with an Auror investigation gone wrong, once-separated lives intertwine again in a mess of scandal and moral ambiguity. EWE, disregarding Colin’s death.

The Shadowy Corners by Kedavranox (29k)
Fifteen years after the war, Draco is still struggling to survive. Living in squalor and under heavy Ministry restrictions, Draco takes Pansy’s advice on an option he had never thought to consider before. A means to regain everything he lost and more, courtesy of the wizarding hero –Harry Potter.

…and with persons even worse by leela_cat (14k)
Someone’s killing rentboys in Lower Knockturn, and the case is getting attention from the top. No one at the Ministry wants another Ripper, stalking Knockturn Alley or moving into Muggle London. Harry Potter agrees to go undercover, but can he keep his identity a secret when Draco Malfoy is the rentboy assigned to show him the ropes?

Coins by inell (2k)
Coins make a certain jingling sound whenever they are tossed onto the top of a wooden bureau.

Railway Lands by Maelipstick (65k)
Draco finds his own way to cope with being a failed Death Eater at Voldemort’s headquarters. Voldemort finds a way to destroy the wizarding world even after his death. Harry is trying to hold the world together while his mind quietly comes apart.

Let the Poets Pipe of Love by bookshop (12k)
Harry is a virgin, Draco is a hooker, but when they get together they have nothing but fun sex fights—well, something like that.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you know any fanfics where it's Harry's first time with a man? Or first experience in a relationship with one? Thank you :)

Yesss. Most (all?) of these are when Harry’s first time is with Draco.

The Conquering of Harry Potter(’s Virginity) - FantasyFiend09

After Draco acquires the knowledge that Harry Potter has had a very sad (non-existent really) sex life, he sees it as his personal duty to be the Saviour’s hero for once and show him how it’s done. And Draco is totally the right person for that.. although he may not actually have had sex before either.

Kisses Are For Lovers - Kjmom1

Draco is a high class prostitute famous for taking clients virginity and doing it with a tenderness and care so they feel loved. Harry comes to him for the same treatment.

The Best Feeling In The World - alovelycupoftea

[Basically…] fumbling first time sex

Dream With Me - vampyrerayne

Harry is a virgin, and not exactly happy about it. When Harry finds out he’s pregnant – and will face enough magical drain to kill him in just a few short months without the other parent to help supply magic to the unborn baby – it’s a race against the clock to figure out not just how Harry became pregnant in the first place, but who the other father is.

Free Love - QueenyMidas

After a rough break-up with Ginny Weasley, Harry finds himself in a gay bar and lonelier than ever. When Harry gets drunk enough to go home with a very special patron of the bar that he happened to have met in school, he winds up admitting all of his fantasies to Draco Malfoy. Things escalate from there.

↑ Has implied switching, but is dom!Draco.

The Slut of the Century - dragontara

Draco plans to have a go at Potter, the slut of the wizarding world. If everyone else could have Potter, he sure as hell was going to have him too.

Bedside Manner - kelseymetro

Malfoy’s bedside manner is atrocious…but apparently only to patients.

Within the Shadows of Night - leo_draconis

At loose ends during their “eighth year,” Draco decides to use his newly acquired Invisible Book of Invisibility to spy on Harry Potter. He wasn’t expecting to find something they both needed.

The Kind Of Almost Maybe Sex - tarklovishki

Harry thinks he had sex with someone but he doesn’t know with who, so he embarks on a mission to find out who it was, with surprising results.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas -  Ellena McKelles

Harry decides to give Draco the ultimate Christmas gift.

Like A Virgin (Touched For The Very First Time) - halesmoon

When Draco finds out Harry is still a virgin, he can’t help but try and rectify the problem. Harry just wants him to go away.

That We Might Be Alive - literaryspell

Draco sees someone he never expected at a Muggle dance club. What is the Saviour doing dancing alone, and how can Draco convince him that he’s changed?

It was a Thursday - Serenitas

I needed experience and that meant a Slytherin. I needed discretion, for if word got out I’d be forever shamed. I needed someone I would never forget. I chose Draco Malfoy.

The More Things Change - Lokifan

Hogwarts graduation night, and Draco escapes to the top of the Astronomy Tower.

The Price of Valour - RomanyWalker, WeasleyWench

What happens when someone you hate needs you more than anything else? When it’s life or death, either battle to the end, or die trying.

↑ Note that this has switching.

The Path Chosen - fyernaice

Trapped in the wild, Harry and Draco must put past differences behind, and learn how to survive with each other.

How and Why - Demon Called Deception (lucilla_darkate)

Everyone is always asking me, but they don’t really want to know.

I mean, most of these fics aren’t focused on Harry’s first time, but Harry’s first time does occur in the fic. Enjoy :)

Wouldn’t it be great to have an au where the world is secretly run by vampires and louis is like the favorite of the main vamp and so as a gift the main vamp gives louis the adorable GORGEOUS human named harry and louis feels this tenderness towards him so he like takes care of him and stuff and although he feels this intense bloodlust for him he can’t help the fluttery feeling in his heart and stomach and then he realizes that he loves this human and the main vamp is super jelous bc this “harry” was supposed a toy, for a few weeks not a few months and this “harry” is softening his most prized soldier and lover so he tries to secretly kill harry but this leads into a fight between him and louis and omg I wanna write this so bad but i need to know some on will read this


anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you rec fics with Harry being a virgin and kind of shy or inexperienced for his first time with Draco? I don't know if that's clear enough for you? Thank you so much, your blog is amazing :)

Alright :) With top!Draco fics, there seem to be more first-time!Harry:

The Best Feeling In The World - alovelycupoftea

[Basically…] fumbling first time sex

↑ Harry’s first time; he’s shy.

The Conquering of Harry Potter(’s Virginity) - FantasyFiend09

After Draco acquires the knowledge that Harry Potter has had a very sad (non-existent really) sex life, he sees it as his personal duty to be the Saviour’s hero for once and show him how it’s done. And Draco is totally the right person for that.. although he may not actually have had sex before either.

↑ Both Harry and Draco’s first time, though Harry isn’t particularly shy.

The Kind Of Almost Maybe Sex - tarklovishki

Harry thinks he had sex with someone but he doesn’t know with who, so he embarks on a mission to find out who it was, with surprising results.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas -  Ellena McKelles

Harry decides to give Draco the ultimate Christmas gift.

Like A Virgin (Touched For The Very First Time) - halesmoon

When Draco finds out Harry is still a virgin, he can’t help but try and rectify the problem. Harry just wants him to go away.

It was a Thursday - Serenitas

I needed experience and that meant a Slytherin. I needed discretion, for if word got out I’d be forever shamed. I needed someone I would never forget. I chose Draco Malfoy.

The More Things Change - Lokifan

Hogwarts graduation night, and Draco escapes to the top of the Astronomy Tower.

That We Might Be Alive - literaryspell

Draco sees someone he never expected at a Muggle dance club. What is the Saviour doing dancing alone, and how can Draco convince him that he’s changed?

Kisses Are For Lovers - Kjmom1

Draco is a high class prostitute famous for taking clients virginity and doing it with a tenderness and care so they feel loved. Harry comes to him for the same treatment.

I hope you enjoy these :D

Preference #405 The sex is...

Harry: …loving, amorous, passionate, tender, and it’s so Harry. His lips ghost over the spots that are most sensitive to him and the places where he can watch you melt beneath his fingers. He takes him time and he makes sure he’ll be remembered. “I love you baby – you look so good today, look like an angel.”

Louis: …booming, deafening, roaring, thunderous, and it’s not what you expected it to be. His hands were gentle, his arms were light and his kisses were unbelievable but you weren’t prepared for the level of love you were feeling. “I’ve waited so long for this. You don’t even know how much I think about this.”

Liam: …fit, robust, sturdy, strong, and vigorous. The ways his hands moved all night and the way his lips tipped is exactly what Liam is; inside and out. His strong arms and the breathing on your neck has got you to the point of no return. His whispers took you to a whole new level, and whole new Liam. “Tell me how much you want me. Tell me.”

Niall: …frisky, lively, high-spirited, and exuberant. His laughs bellow throughout the new apartment, your empty walls making his laughter almost stronger than the grip he has on your thighs. His voice is dripping with arousal and his hands are tightening with excitement. “This place is ours, and it’s time we marked our spot in every room.”

Zayn: … significant, consequential, worthwhile, and so very important to him. He’s spent his nights thinking about this moment. The moment you’ve finally became one, and he might just keep thinking about it. He takes his time, takes his place, and makes you his. “I love this. I love you and it’s more than I can muster up. You’re like a thousand paintings to me.”