Talk it Out (And a Maybe a Little More)
It had been a month since you’ve seen Harry last. You kept the last words he said over in your head, “A real answer, huh?”. What did it mean? a real answer, you didn’t know but you wish you could a fly on the wall right now because tonight is the Another Man party. All about Harry and how great he is and how great he looks and how great he’s going to be.
You learned about the magazine like everybody else did so now when you go to buy new books for even food, his face (your focus was mainly on his lips and his different hair styles) was at the check-out line and in the windows of the shops. Gemma had asked you to go but you denied because you couldn’t risk ruining his night, his own night.
You avoided Twitter and Instagram, you didn’t get on Tumblr or anything. You didn’t turn on your television because there was a chance that somebody, somewhere would be talking about Harry. Instead you just shoved your face into another novel which you had gone through many in the past four weeks just trying to keep him off your mind. The characters were boring and so was the story but it somehow made time pass by like nothing.
When you peeled your eyes from the page it was almost one in the morning. You closed your book and shuffled into your room and flopped onto your bed, you didn’t need to change, You had been in the same shirt and shorts for the past week. You pulled your duvet out of underneath you and rolled yourself up in it which was another habit you had been doing for the past month.
You laid face first into the pillow until you couldn’t breathe anymore then laid on the side of your head. Then you’d flip and toss until you found a spot to sleep, it was a time consuming task now. Before, all you could think about was Harry kissing you and now that it’s happened all you can think about is if he’s kissing someone else.
Would he kiss them because he was drunk? Or would kiss them because they were sober? Maybe because he like them? Or because he wanted to take someone home?
Another round of questions but no goddamn answers. You sigh and force your eyes shut until you feel yourself drift off somewhere else, somewhere Harry didn’t exist and neither did any of those feelings. You did drift somewhere, you were in your old house, before you had moved to London and your family was there sitting at a table.
There was one seat left and you went to sit down in it but your mother stood up from the table, “No” and sat back down. Before you could question anything Harry popped up and walked past you and sat in the chair. He turned to you “A real answer, huh?” he said and then the rest of the table began to repeat the phrase.
“A real answer, huh? a real answer, huh? a real answer, huh? a real answer, huh?” it was all pilling together, the words making a loud cluster of gibberish until nothing. You were sweating and you were awake, you look over to your clock and see that it was blinking 00:00 at you.
You groan and flop back onto your back, now you were having nightmares about him. You just can’t seem to get away from him. You pull back your sheets and place you feet on the floor and walk out of your bedroom. You couldn’t go walking because it was too dark and it was an odd hour of the night.
You shuffle into your small kitchen and get yourself a glass of water, you couldn’t read that book again of you tried so you were going to try focus on drinking water instead. You gulped down the water without any trouble, you went back to the sink and began to fill up the cup again when you suddenly hear a knocking at your door.
You sat the half-full glass down on the near by counter and walked over to your door. You look through the peephole to see who the midnight hero was. In the odd shaped glass, you could see Harry in a black jacket and suit, a loose black tie around his neck hangs down sitting where his exposed chest was. You grip the door handle but you don’t open it.
Maybe he’ll go away
But do I want that?
“Y/N?” and he knocked on the door again, you wanted to jump away from the knocking but you didn’t move. A whole month had passed and now here he is again. He does look good. You turn the knob slowly that it doesn’t catch Harry’s attention until the click of the door being opened.
You stood in front of him in a big T-shirt from a trip for church that your mother had forced you into going and a pair of old shorts. And he was in a black suit and was wearing velvet black dress shoes from what you could see. But you had a feeling that they were actually boots.
“What?” you whispered, you had barely said a word for a whole week so your voice was a bit rough. Harry didn’t say anything, though, he just stood there, gazing at you, his eyes were a bit glassy from the drinking at the party and now he was here.
“Well if you’re just gonna stand there then” and you stepped back from the doorway and began to close the door when Harry had stuck his foot in between the door and its frame. “Ah fuck,” he muttered “It looks a hell of a lot easier in the shows,” Harry said as he reopened the door and stepped inside the apartment.
“Well?” you said, “I-uh-I wanted to come by and tell yeh-” you interrupt him “tell me what, Harry?”. It was an honest question, what was he going to say now?
“I wanted to talk it out with yeh and I-"
"then talk Harry because I’ve waited all month to hear you ‘talk it out’ and you think righ-”
And his lips were on yours and you were kissing him back. Your hands found his hair and his found your hips. His tougue swiped at your bottom lip and you allowed entrance. The only noise was heavy breathing and the sloppy sound of your mouths meeting and seperating. Harry’s mouth left yours and began to move down your neck, you were stumbling back and against the couch where you almost fall back but Harry caught you before you could.
He moved you to the wall "Jump" and you did and wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands started up your shirt and were quite happy to find that you weren’t wearing a bra and began to pull your shirt off. When it was off of you, he threw it somewhere you didn’t care about right now. Harry then wrapped his lips around your nipple and began to gently tug on it.
You let your head rest on the wall and make small whimpers then Harry’s large hand slipped into your shorts and began to rub you through your panties. You were beginning to moan, “Please,” was all you could say and Harry began to oblige. He settled you back down on the floor and you grabbed his hand and lead him into your bedroom.
Harry shut the door and you fell back onto the bed, your legs dangling off the side. He smirked and walked in between your legs and widen them a little bit. Harry dropped down on you, his arms on either side of your head supporting him as he looked at you. His eyes were dark and hungry looking.
Harry then pushed his hips against your, you could feel how heavy his member was and you lift you hips to push against it. It was Harry’s turn to moan and he does. He then trails kisses down your neck and torso until he is met with the waist band of your shorts. Harry nips at the elastic band while looking at you through his lashes.
“Just. Take. Them. Off” you say through gritted teeth and he chuckles and pulls down your shorts and lets them sit on your feet. Harry then sighs you look down at him “What?” you asked somewhat concerned. “I hope you don’t mind but” and he rips your panties off you, they were old anyway.
Harry then buried his face into you, licking, nipping, lapping over and over again until your curling your toes and searching for his head so you can tug on his hair. When you do find it and tug Harry lets out a moan/roar and the vibration make you almost shake. there is popping and slopping noises then you feel nothing.
“WHY?” you cry and look to find him undressing, Harry looks at you and smirks “Well, doesn’t it seem a little unfair for you to be bare and I don’t?” he asks. You shake your head and readjust to where you’re laying the right side up in the bed. Harry climbs on top of you, he was gazing at you again. He takes your hands into his and gives you this look of permission, you nod. Harry then presses into you and then slowly begins to move.
Thank god for the pill
Harry was grunting and you were letting out small but encouraging whimpers. His pace began to speed up as you both get closer and closer to your highs. Harry’s face pinches, trying to contain himself he buried his face into your neck and soon you feel him fill you but he still gives you a few more sloppy thrusts which sent you off the edge.
You stay like that for a little bit, Harry eventually pulls out of you and lays next to you. “Hey,” he whispers “Yeah?” you ask him still staring up at the ceiling.
“I’m really glad yeh didn’t take it back, Y/N”
I HOPED YOU LIKED IT!!