*if you’d like to listen to some tunes during this, i would just recommend the wreck of our hearts by sleeping wolf.. over and over again!!*
There was a
pounding ache in your head. It felt like a million pieces of your brain
shattering to the ground, falling apart into almost nothing. Your throat felt
dry and with the little strength within you, you swallowed the dry spit in your
was blurred and your memories felt cluttered – one here and another there. The
lights were bright in the room, too bright. The ceiling was staring straight
down at you. There were all these wires tangled around you, you felt paralyzed.
are you?” You asked, so quietly, it came out as a whisper. You could feel the
tears brimming in your eyes. You had never felt so deserted, so vulnerable, and
so useless. “I know you’re not just a friend. You sleep here every night, and
every time you look at me you look like I’ve hurt you.”
tears were now brimming in his eyes. He could see and feel the pain this had
brought you. He knew how much you hated feeling defenseless and for so long he
let you feel that way. He hadn’t even begun to surface the cause of the
Harry lay sprawled across my body, his chest resting between my split legs and his head resting on my chest, his recently cut hair tickling under my chin in such as way that I had to frequently flatten it down to reduce the irritation. Harry would bat my hand away each time, grumbling about how I was messing his hair up.
It was a Sunday afternoon, the bright but cold winter light glinted between the clouds and through the window, casting odd shadows across the floor. Harry had been home for several weeks, working on his new music and resting following the completion of a long section of filming, but he had yet to really make much use of his time off, instead he chose to invade my personal space as often as he could and in any way that he could, from lying on top of me as I relaxed on the couch, to creeping into the shower as I had my face under the water and my back turned. He still hadn’t spent any time with his family, a fact that Anne never failed to remind him of on her near daily phone calls:
“When are you coming to see me Harry?”
“Have you booked the train yet?”
“You’re Gran is asking me when you’re coming up, what should I tell her?”
Each question was brushed off with a casual “I’ll do it soon mum” which was enough to satisfy her in the beginning but an excuse which was quickly wearing thin. Something about Harry’s entire demeanour was different, he would pass the almost daily calls from his mother to me, “You deal with her” he would say before sulking out of the room, and his overly touchy-feely needs towards me were becoming more extreme than normal. It was like he could barely stand to be alone.
Harry exhaled a soft sigh from below me, letting his body relax further into mine as I realised my fingers were no longer batting his hair away, they were playing with the soft strand, tugging them gently and wrapping them around my finger before releasing them and repeating. His sigh was followed by a contented groan.
“Harry what’s wrong?” I asked gently, my fingers continuing their movement to try and coax him into talk, something he had been more than reluctant to do over the past couple of days, touching yes, hugging, kissing, sex, that was all fine, but talking was becoming more and more of a chore.
“Nothing” he said quietly.
“Don’t lie Harry, I know something’s wrong, why won’t you just tell me?” I asked. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“It’s my mum… she’s” his sentence was broken by the obnoxious ring of the phone echoing through the house, pulling us both from the moment and making me jump slightly.
“She’s calling the bloody house again” Harry grumbled, amending the ending to his unfinished sentence as he removed himself, reluctantly, from between my legs and padded across the room before scooping up the phone.
He was quite for a moment as whoever was on the other end replied. I could already tell from the tension in his shoulders that the assumption that it was his mother was correct.
“Yes she’s here” he said, his eyes flickering to me momentarily before falling back towards the ground. He nodded once before thrusting the phone in my direction, leaving the room quickly as I answered.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Y/N, sweetheart it’s me” Anne chimed down the line, her voice, usually chipper, was lower and slower than usual, without the usual spark of energy it carried.
“Hi Anne, how are you?” I asked, shuffling in my seat to readjust the pillow behind my back.
“I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?” She said, disregarding my question.
“Of course, what’s wrong?”
“Has Harry been a bit off with you recently, like has be been acting any different around you or towards you?” She asked. Immediately my tension was sparked, it was true that Anne was now calling on a near daily basis, but her conversations, if they could even be called that, with Harry never lasted more than a few moments, and even when they did the talking was mostly conducted from Anne’s end of the line.
“Yeah, I guess he has, he hasn’t been talking to me as much as usual but he is also being quite clingy. Has something happened?” I replied.
“Has Harry told you anything, even mentioned what is bothering him?” She asked.
“No he hasn’t said a word, which is odd he usually tells me when something is wrong”. I had shifted so that I was now sitting up properly, with my feet placed firmly on the carpet and one of my elbows resting against my leg, my head propped in my hand.
“I’m pregnant, Y/N”.
It took several seconds before the magnitude of what Anne had just told me registered. Anne was pregnant, as 47, with her third child, Harry’s new either brother or sister. My stunned silence must have lasted a beat too long as she spoke again.
“Y/N?” She asked.
“Yeah, no, I’m still here, sorry. I just… I mean wow, congratulations” I stuttered, unsure what the appropriate response should be, support Harry in his now obvious anger at the situation, or be there for Anne in what should be a very exciting time for her.
“I know it’s a bit of a shock, Robin and I just got talking about how people are having babies later and later now, and one thing led to another and here we are” she chirped, a hit of her old enthusiasm back in her voice.
“How far along are you?” I asked.
“About 8 weeks” she said.
“Wow, this is big news Anne. How’s Gemma taken it?” I asked.
“She was a little surprised which is no less than I expected, but then she was happy. She’s taken it better than Harry at least” she sighed. I hummed in agreement, Harry really wasn’t taking it well at all.
“I was hoping you would speak to him for me” she said.
“I don’t know Anne, this seems like something that should be discussed by the two of you” I hesitated, shaking my head slightly before I realised that she couldn’t see me.
“Please Y/N, he won’t listen, you know what he’s like. I was just hoping that you might be able to explain to him that this isn’t such a bad thing, him being a big brother and all, I know he’ll love it, you’ve seen what he’s like with other children. Please just try, for me?”. It took a little more convincing before I finally agreed. The gratitude flowed from Anne in quick waves.
“Congrats again Anne, this really is good news and I’m very happy for you both. Give my best to Robin” I said before we hung up.
“I will sweetie, thank you again. Bye” she beamed before hanging up.
I sighed as I hung up the phone as well before placing it on the coffee table in front of my and running my hands down my face.
“So this is ‘really good news’ then is it?” Harry asked. I jumped to my feet and turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, arms folded tight across his chest and brows furrowed low. I wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there but he’d clearly heard enough.
“Well, isn’t it? Your mum’s pregnant Harry”
“I’m well aware she’s pregnant” he spat.
“Harry stop, this is good news, you’ll be a big brother” I coaxed but clearly to no avail as he continued to glower at me.
“I don’t want to be a big brother, I’m fine with the way things are” he grumbled. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and frowned at him.
“You’re jealous. You’re jealous cause you think that this is going to take some of the attention off you. That’s it isn’t it?” I challenged. I was a little surprised, it wasn’t a surprise to me that Harry was a jealous person, often I would catch him glaring across rooms at boys would had looked at me the ‘wrong way’, but to find him jealous of a baby that wasn’t even born yet, who was barely even a person in his mothers womb, I wanted to laugh out loud.
“That’s not it” he said, the underlying anger that he had been suppressing for the past couple of weeks beginning to drip into his voice. He began to turn away from me to head upstairs.
“Then what is it then?!” I asked, my patience wearing thin with his indignant attitude.
“I’M JEALOUS BECAUSE THEY HAVE A BABY AND WE DON’T!” He yelled, spinning back to face me. “They have had three babies and we haven’t had one Y/N, I want one!” He cried.
I opened and closed my mouth like a goldfish. I wasn’t surprised to find that Harry wanted children, it was something that I had suspected many times before, but never did I think his desire for one was as powerful as this.
“Why have you never spoken to me about this before?” I asked gently. Harry’s guard was crumbling, his arms fell to his sides and his gaze softened.
“’Cause I knew you’d say no, you’ve just finished Uni and you want to find a job and start your career, a baby would ruin that” he said.
“You should have at least spoken to me about it” I said. He shook his head.
“I knew you wouldn’t want one” he sighed. The corner of my lips twitched as I watched the defeated boy in front of me. I shook my head and walked towards him, taking both his hands in mine.
“You’re wrong” I said softly, my lips pulling up in to a smile as Harry gazed at me with a mixture of wonder and slight hesitation for fear this could all be too good to be true.
“Would you like to make a baby with me Harry Styles?”
Hey everyone, first imagine in a while. I hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think please!
Some smut with a dialogue quote "you can hit harder than that" pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase
It’s legit 2 days to Harry’s solo, and it’s all this excitement that’s giving me inspiration to keep on writing and writing!
Thank you for the request, really had to push open doors of my imagination to make it different, hope you like it!
Love to youuu, and power to survive April 7th!
#17: I Get Jealous**
The door to their bedroom opens, Harry at it, his eyes
everywhere, looking for his girlfriend inside. Looking straight, he finds her
leaning onto the headrest on her side of the bed, knees propped up and parted,
hands fidgeting over the screen of her I-phone.
His figure slumps, he deliberately acts all tired and
gloomy, knowing the fact how his girl becomes kind to him then. Walking up and
forward, he’s standing at the dresser parallel to the bed,taking off his watch
and wallet, and Y/N looks up from her device.
“Oh, hi, baby.” She smiles at him, crooking her eyebrows
“’Ello.” He says in a monotone, hoping to have her concern,
but looking up, he realizes she’s back on her phone, texting away to someone.
He clears his throat, walking off to the bathroom with a
pout, building up reasons why she’d be so inconsiderate. But inside the
confined space, as he takes his shirt and jeans off, all he can summon up is to
lie between her legs.
Humming, he changes out of his clothes, putting on just
sweatpants, and walks out shirtless to settle the mood. She’s still in the same
position, not moved an inch either, and taking the advantage of the scene,
Harry slides up the bed, bringing his body between her legs. His hands push up
her tunic, resting his head on her tummy after pressing a kiss. His hands wrap
around her hip in a circle, and with a sigh, he waits for her to respond.
Humming, Y/N looks down her screen to him, and smiles at him
rested on her. “Harry.” She calls, running her one hand into his head while her
other types away on her phone.
“Mm-hmm.” Harry moans, snuggling his nose against her
stomach, kissing her again, before propping his chin up between her breasts,
looking at her with sleepy eyes.
Still looking at the screen, she asks, “Been a rough day?”
“I’m exhausted.” He says in his hoarse, raspy voice, adding
a subtle smile. But she is not looking at him, just mindlessly running a hand
over his hair, and that has him annoyed.
He furiously rubs his scruff against her bare skin,
snuggling his nose back against her, as he grips her hips tight.
“Baby.” He looks up, eyebrows furrowed. “Both hands,
please.” He bumps his head up at her hand, gesturing to use both her hands and
massage his head in the way she is used to doing it to him.
“One minute, sweet.” She pulls her already hand on his head
away, joining the typing thing she’s doing on her phone again.
“What’re doing?” Harry leans up to look at her activity on
the phone, but Y/N simply pulls the phone closer to her face, and Harry’s left
pouty and curious.
“One second.” She says, smiling.
Harry rolls his eyes, creasing his forehead, and he slumps
against her stomach again, the side of his face pressing against her breasts,
as he sighs through his mouth, deeply sad.
Y/N takes another minute, finally wrapping up the
conversation with a sweet farewell, then puts away her phone on the other side
of the bed, looking down at him cuddled to her chest.
“Yes, where were we?” She sighs, tangling her both hands
into his hair, her fingers pressing onto his scalp, and he groans, looking up
“Who was it?” He gives her his eyes, pressing his pursed lip
against her skin.
Y/N shakes her head, brushing off the topic. “Nothing, just
some friend.” She slides her hand down his head to cup his cheeks, trying to
bring him close for a kiss, but he clutches her wrist, bringing his head up to
match her eye-level.
“Tell me.” He says in a saddened tone. “Who was it that got
you so engaged that you couldn’t even respond to me.”
Y/N chuckles. “Aw, my baby, c’mere.” She pulls again, and he
leans in, their lips meeting in a short kiss.
Matching his eye level, she begins. “Jenna bagged a photo
shoot, and she had a talk with the model last week over coffee, and she’d
insisted I come along, so I did. He was very sweet, very handsome. We had some
good chit-chat. Yesterday I saw he sent me a follow request on Insta, so I
followed back, and then he casually messaged me and we started talking and
that. He’s very genuine, such a gentleman.”
“Okay..” Harry’s eyes narrow. “What d’ya talk about?” He is
giving her that skeptical look, eyes small and head leaned down to intensify
the serious demeanor.
“Nothing, just about the shoot, and about Jenna.” She nods
her head from side to side, telling him.
Harry gives snort. “What a player. Does he have a thing or
two for Jenna?”
He reaches for her phone, unlocking it, and then proceeds to
open her Instagram.
“No, he doesn’t.”
Harry nods subtly, looking back at her with her phone
towards her. “How does he look like?”
Y/N smirks, searching his eyes for humor. She takes her
phone, opening one of his photos and showing it to him. “He’s better in
Harry give her a look before taking the phone, and giving a
judgmental look, as he zooms the picture quite a few times, blinking up at her
with his eyebrows raised.
“He’s nice, yeah.” Harry nods, locking her phone back. He
leans to the table by the bedside, placing her phone on top of it; then,
rolling to his side of the bed, he lies on his stomach, face turned towards the
Y/N’s eyes widen, she licks her lips, amusement glistening
in her eyes as she gazes at his bare back.
“Harry.” She calls, carefully. “C’mere, let me hold you.”
“I’m too tired.” He says in a horse voice, shifting his arms
under the pillow.
Y/N holds back a snicker. Leaning to the side of his face,
she whispers over his ear, skimming her lips gently over the earlobe. “I fear
there’s something burning in here.”
Harry turns his face to her, bringing his arm around her and
pulling her close; she squeals when his hand comes down her hips, feeling her
behind before swatting a tight hand against it.
She whines, slapping his shoulder. He smiles with his eyes
closed, rubbing his hand over where he’d spanked her. She chuckles, bringing her face close to him,
and slowly taking his lower lip in her mouth, she parts his mouth, kissing
They pull away, Harry holding her close while his nose
snuggles into her cheek. Her arms wrap around his broad shoulder, her one leg
winding around his hip, pressing close.
“Sleep.” Harry tells her, smiling at his next words. “Or I’m
not letting you.”
Harry wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing, and
rushing out of the bed, he reaches the dresser, accepting the call. It’s from
Jeff, inviting him over for some drinks and football match at the club with the
rest of their friends, adding in the end to bring along Y/N too.
Harry puts the phone away, turning around to look in the
room to realize Y/N’s already awake. It’s 10 in the morning.
He walks to the bathroom, looking in the shower to find it
empty but wet. She’s already taken a bath, and the fact confuses him. He
quickly freshens up, walking out of the bathroom with just his sweatpants,
hands tucked in the pockets as he walks to the kitchen.
Y/N’s standing in front of the coffee maker, concentrating
on the article she reads from the newspaper. Her hair is wet, water dripping on
the shoulder of her crop top she’s wearing, paired with dark, tight jeans.
“Mornin’” Harry walks in towards her. She looks up, putting
the newspaper away, as Harry leans in for a hug. Kissing, they pull away,
Harry’s hands on her hips, pinning her to the slab behind.
“You’re all ready?” He asks, eyeing her up and down.
Y/N’s hands creep up, pressing against his stomach. “Jenna
called this morning. She needed some helping with the set up and everything.
It’s my day off today too, so I’m just going about.” She shrugs her shoulders.
“The photo shoot’s today?” Harry asks, as the ding goes off,
and he leans up to get coffee mugs from the above cupboard.
Y/N only nods, leaning to the fridge to bring milk, and then
sugar from the drawers.
“But, listen.” Harry says, grabbing her attention, as he
pours down coffee into the two mugs. “Jeff called up. He’s having a get
together at the club. You’re coming with me. When will you wind up and get
Harry helps in making the rest of the coffee, putting in the
sugar and milk just as required, and passes her mug to her. Leaning against the
slab, Harry listens to her as she speaks.
“It’s just a few hours deal. If I leave by 11, I should be
through at around 4.”
“That’s so long.” He leans to her, putting an affectionate
hand on her back, as they kiss.
“Mm-hmm. But Jenna’s a good friend, and her including me in
the project she’s been dreaming of is very humbling and sweet. I couldn’t say
no.” Y/N nods, pursing her lips.
Harry grins at her, crinkling his nose in adoration of her, leaning
in for another kiss on her lips. “I’ll pick you up from the studio then? Even
I’m running about in two hours to the studio. 4, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll text you the address.”
It’s 4:15 when Harry
reaches the site of the photo shoot, parking his car outside before jogging
inside the building.
Y/N and the model stand talking, occasionally laughing at
one another’s pleasantries. Harry’s eyes land on them, and his pace at the jog
“Y/N.” He calls her, bringing her eyes to him.
Y/N smiles, walking to him, and they share a quick side hug,
Harry tugging to her side even after she’s pulled away. His lips come down on
her temple as the guy approaches them.
“Francisco, this is Harry, my boyfriend.” Y/N introduces.
Harry leans in, shaking hands with him. “Nice to meet you,
man.” He’s a young lad, seems hardly above thirty to him.
Harry sighs. “So, are you guys done?” He asks Y/N, eyes on
“Yeah, yeah.” Y/N nods. “Jenna’s just gone to assist the
pack up, and Francisco’s just waiting for his drive.”
Harry turns to Francisco. “Something we can help you with,
sir? We could drop you off if you’d like.”
Francisco smiles, patting Harry’s arm lightly. “Oh, no,
thank you, man, they’re just on their way.”
Saying so, they hear a loud squeal from behind; a little boy
runs up to their direction.
“Daddy!” The little
boy jumps into Francisco’s arms, receiving kisses all over his face.
“Milo.” Francisco turns the kid’s attention to Y/N and one
surprised Harry. “This is Y/N, and this is Harry.”
Milo gladly waves at them, Y/N cooing at the cute child
while Harry still tries to recover from the information. A woman walks behind,
holding a little baby on her hip, as she smiles up at Francisco on reaching
him, kissing his lips in greeting.
“This is my wife, Jessian.” She is introduced.
Y/N gets along, talking merrily to the couple with the two
most adorable kids. Jenna joins them a few moments later, and somehow they end
up talking for a full hour.
“I’d love to keep in touch, girls. Thank you for having me.”
Francisco smiles, hugging the friends before he departs with his family.
Y/N tugs at Harry’s arms. “Let’s leave?”
“Yeah.” He nods, looking ahead.
“So?” Y/N turns around, crossing her arms at her chest as
she looks at Harry standing at the door after he’s closed it.
“Yeah..” Harry gives her a look, clearing his throat
Y/N’s eyebrows crook up; she leans on one leg, tapping her
other feet constantly, as she witnesses Harry go from relaxed to biting his lip
“You didn’t tell me-“
“You didn’t tell me he was married, and-and has kids and
all.” Harry finishes, looking up at her.
“Would that have caused a difference?” Y/N presses, sucking
her cheeks in to hold back a laugh.
“No.” Harry replies, bold. “I would’ve nevertheless punched
him –maybe harder, considering the fact that he has a family-if he would have
made an inch of a move on you.”He steps towards her, eyes serious.
Y/N throws her head back, laughing. “You would have fought
“Yeah.” Harry’s hand tugs her towards him, bringing her body
slick against him. “I would have changed the map of his structured jaw and
Y/N chuckles, leaning onto his neck. “You know, Harry, your
face and the words are so contrasting. It doesn’t suit you, trying to be all
violent and all. You’re like a saint-calm and loving.” She chuckles, looking at
him, and bringing her hands up, she cups his cheeks. “I didn’t think it would
go this far, oh, dear.”
Harry’s eyes narrow, his forehead creasing. “You did it on
Y/N throws her head back laughing, staring at his ambushed
expressions. “I couldn’t help myself! You were so dramatic last night – He’s nice, yeah-“ She mocks in his tone.
“Last night was something, oh.” She laughs.
Harry doesn’t say anything. He let’s go of her, shaking his
head. “Get ready, we have to leave.”
He walks away, leaving behind Y/N sulking on her behavior.
She bites her lip, her laugh all gone, and shakes her head, rushing back after
“Harry.” She calls him, walking into their room; he’s
started to rummage through his closet, picking an outfit. “Harry. It was a
joke, c’mon.” She drawls, nearing him to wrap her arms around his waist from
“No.” He husks. “I felt so angry last night, I was so
affected, you don’t understand.”
“Hey, hey, hey.” She calls, pulling him to turn around.
“Look at me. Fine, I’m sorry. I will never again try to be frank or pull around
pranks with my boyfriend because he tends to get butt-hurt very easily.” She
says, a crisp in her voice.
“Oh, oh, so, it’s coming on me, now?” Harry sounds offended.
Y/N rolls her eyes, turning away. “Let’s not do this.” She
walks off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Harry confused and annoyed
at her cussedness.
They get ready separately, no talking as they rummage about
in the room, finding their specifics and putting on nice outfits, unconsciously
matching in color. Their eyes go on each other’s dresses when they face one
another, Y/N turning away before Harry can catch her.
The drive is nonetheless silent; there doesn’t seem to be a
feeling of realization come over. They both stand egoistic, waiting for the
other to start up a conversation and end up the awkwardness clouding more and
more. But nothing seems to occur.
At the club, they separate, greeting their group of friends,
moods slightly lighting up as the crowd begins to follow up. They have their
booth reserved; at the corner where the whole group of ten take seats of their
Y/N grabs her corner with her friends, while Harry’s
surrounded by his own mates, both of them fidgeting to see one another, but of
course hesitant in approaching.
Feeling her chest ache with the pressure of her feels, Y/N spills
everything to Glenne.
“Oh, you’re no way wrong. God, boys have to learn to be less
dramatic and more tacky. I’m sure Harry’s playing tricks with ya. Wanting to
have you on your knees. Do not, girl, do not.”
Glenne’s words strike Y/N in some way, and she decides to
not care, genuinely beginning to enjoy the evening.
The game goes wonderful; the boys cheering over and over
while cans of beer go empty on the tables. Harry then and now keeps turning
back to look at Y/N, and at one point he finds her on her phone again, showing
something to Glenne that has them giggling.
The heaviness settles back again in his chest, he turns back
to the screen, taking a swing of his drink. When he turns to his side, Jeff’s
giving him a look.
“Don’t have to act anymore like you wouldn’t have broken his
nose even though he would’ve just walked past your Y/N.” He states. “You hate
him, Harry. Let her know this. Let her like it. Stop sulking around.”
Harry sighs. “But, she shouldn’t have-“
“I know you don’t regret thinking worse for that model boy.
He’s got your girl distracted, get her back, man. Buck up.” Jeff urges him.
Harry nods, biting his lower lip. He takes a last swing from
the can, finishing his fifth. He turns to Jeff, giving him beg eyes. “You have to
help me out. I don’t want to just go and apologize or shit.”
Jeff chuckles at his friend. “Fine, you bugger.” He turns
around, calling, “Glenne! Come forward you guys!”
Glenne nods, smiling at her beau, then she turns to Y/N,
smirking cunningly. “Harry totally saw us, and it’s probably him calling you.
Step up, babe. You’re not giving in easily.” They bump their fists, Y/N nodding
at her friend.
Jeff makes space, sliding to the end of the long couch, making
seats for the two girls. Glenne slides in beside Jeff, Y/N automatically having
had to sit beside Harry. She’s grabbed her seat, and Harry’s eyes have not once
trained on her. She shifts, leaning back against the backrest.
Jeff calls Harry, asking him to pass on some beer cans.
Harry leans down, bringing out two cans from the cans from the ice box, passing
one to his friend, while the other he holds it before Y/N.
She takes it, nothing to say, as she pops open the lid,
bringing the can to her lips. Harry’s arm comes behind her, resting on the
couch, his fingers hanging loosely in the air beside her. The fidgeting is on
for quite long; Harry’s tricks to trying to grab her attention absolutely fail
as all he tries is to somehow touch her. But, he’s too damn reluctant to do so,
awkward even, because Y/N hasn’t stepped up to cut the ice between them. He
doesn’t like being rejected.
He leans forward at times, then leans back, bringing his arm
back behind her. He then crosses his leg over one another, clears his throat
more than he would have ever done in a lifetime, and ends up holding one beer
can for half an hour.
Something suddenly strikes Y/N, and she turns her head in
his direction, catching him looking at her before he turns away, scratching the
side of his head to correct his mistake. She holds back a chuckle, as she turns
to Glenne, widening her eyes at her in amusement. Glenne clears her throat,
leaning back on the couch as she gestures her hand over her neck, mouthing – he’s totally suffering. Jeff catches
Glenne do so, and when he looks up, Harry’s looking at the girls from the
corner of his eyes too. His eyes widen, he pulls Glenne to him, leaving Harry
to sought this out without any distractions.
Y/N sits up straight, alarmed at the way Jeff pulls Glenne
to him so suddenly, and when she looks up at Harry, he’s sipping his beer, a
smirk visible when he brings the can away from his lips.
Well then, it’s out.
She keeps it cool anyway, casually leaning back against the
couch. She’s about to cross her knee over another when cold hand clutches her
upper thigh, tugging her dress up as his fingers slip in. The booth’s dark,
otherwise Harry would’ve never done such a thing.
Y/N licks her lips, slowly bringing her hand on top of his,
pushing away his fingers clutching her skin, so tight.
“Y/N.” Harry breaths against her ear, whispering for only
her to know. The heaviness of his voice gives a shudder inside her, forcing her
to draw her legs close together. Harry’s hand wrap around her, fiddling with
her fingers, and he takes a deep breath, brushing against her ear.
“Y/N, we have something to seek out, would you mind joining
me for a minute?” He sultrily whispers in her ear, pulling his hand away as he
boldly gets up, walking away.
Jeff has Glenne tugged under his arm so tight, she barely
can see Y/n at the moment. Leaving no option, Y/N gets up, trailing on the way
Harry walked. She looks up in the bathrooms, and passing by the very first one,
the door to it opens and Harry pulls her in, locking it away behind him.
Y/N looks at him, eyes wide, as he stares down at her, eyes
“Y-Yes?” She says, pulling her hands behind her back,
Harry keeps looking at her, pulling his lower lips between
his thumb and finger, massaging it slowly.
“You wanted to seek something out?” Y/N asks again, her
“You know what,” He finally speaks, the roughness in his
voice nevertheless nerve wrecking. “I thought you’ve had enough of these games,
but you go around again trying to make me…jealous?”
Y/N’s hands loosen. “Harry, you’re absolutely over reacting. Shrug it off, babe. it’s fun.”
This has Harry eyes narrowing. He takes a long stride in her
direction, pinning her instantly to the granite slab behind her, holding her in
position with the weight of his hands on her wrists.
She looks up at him, breath quivering, her body absolutely
pumping to see him this way.
He grunts. “Don’t make me recite to you how Glenne and you
were deliberately making fun of my state!” He lashes out, body pressing onto
her taut. “But now-now stop.” He holds a finger up at her face, his forehead
Y/N leans forward, kissing his finger, absolutely guilty for
making him feel this furious. Harry puts his finger away, turning his head to
the side. He pushes back from her, swinging his hands on his side to ease away
the tension. Y/N’s eyes close for a moment, then she’s leaning to him, pulling
him towards her by a grip on his shirt.
He stumbles a few steps to her, enough that she has him
leaning onto her, enough for her lips to find his neck.
“I was jealous-I am jealous. And I absolutely will be even if he
wouldn’t even touch you. In fact, I’ll be jealous of every that guy who tends
to distract you from me. I would hate it. I would be pulsating inside to beat
the shit out of that person because-because you’re mine.” His hands grab her
hips. “You’re mine, and I want you to know this clearly before I go about
telling the whole world.”
He grabs the back of her head, pulling her from his neck to
look at him.
“You can’t go around making fun of this feeling of mine. It
really did hurt me. I started comparing myself to that guy and, I-I came in to
see you at 4 just so I can tell him off about us.”
Y/N bites the inside of her cheeks, bringing her head close
for their foreheads to meet. Harry’s breathing alters, as her finger comes up,
running along the line of his cheek, trailing down to touch his lips, hot and
red from the exertion of anger.
She doesn’t say anything; she leans up, attaching their
lips. Harry’s eyes fall shut; his lips pucker to meet her kiss. She pulls away,
wrapping her hands around his neck, pushing her fingers into his hair. “I’m
sorry.” She stutters onto his lips.
She pokes her nose with his, tilting her head to reach his
lips again, whispering into them, “I love you, I love you so much, baby. I
don’t deserve this, but, please forgive me.”
Harry’s breath shakes, and then he hungrily attaches their
lips, invading her mouth like he’s been waiting for so long. His arms wrap
around his in circles, curving on her back till he’s had her slammed against
his chest, body shut close like they’re one.
Her hands desperately wrap around his shoulders, mouth
groaning onto his, opening more for him to feel her.
His knee raises up, hitching past her dress, as he presses
her down on the granite slab behind, leaving her mouth to kiss her neck while
his knee rubs against her.
Y/N gasps, looking down at his mouth nearing to her center.”
Can I say something?”
“No.” Harry chuckles at her groaning. He pulls her dress up,
slipping his hand into her lace panties, finding her clit as he begins rubbing.
“Harry.” Y/N moans, grabbing his shoulders as his finger dig
deep, her mouth falling agape. He wraps his arm around her waist, hoisting her
on his finger as he urges her to grind. She moves back and forth, feeling a
tight stretch inside her walls. Their faces come together, eyes meeting, and he
thrusts into her another finger, having her head fall onto his shoulder.
“I like this.” Y/N whimpers against his shoulder. “Harder,
baby. You know where to hit it.”
Hearing her, Harry feels a burst of energy course through
him, and he pulls out of her, starting to work over his jeans button.
Y/N takes a moment, leaning against the slab as she catches
her breath. Harry’s hand resume on her hips, and she looks up, his face
enlightened, a glow in his skin with the redness on his cheeks, his eyes dark
“Harry, you’ve showed me something so addictive. This rage,
this desperation, for me?”
Harry groans, leaning into her as his member slips inside
her, her wetness easing the process. His lips meet her, they kiss, lapse around
her soft skin, before he begins to thrust.
“You want more?” Harry moans, winding his arm around her
back and pulling her close to his chest as he grinds inside her.
“Mm-hmm.” She nods, her head against his shoulder, her lips
biting in anticipation.
His hips position, slamming against her bones as he thrusts hard,
looking at her face for approval.
She smirks. “You can hit harder than that.”
Grinning, Harry puts his chin on her shoulder, thrusting in
with all he can summon. She groans out loud, and he feels no need to look at
her face for approval. He kneads her hips in his hands, kissing her shoulder
and neck, while his hips press further into her, slamming himself inside her,
hard, aching her hip bones till she felt certain of bruises.
They reach their climaxes, falling apart on one another,
heavy breathing and limbs aching from the roughness.
Harry pulls Y/N to him, kissing her lips sloppily as he
feels relief in her touch. They pull away; Harry helps her put on her clothes,
setting them in place.
Y/N grins at him. “Glenne was right when she said you’re
being dramatic.” Harry looks up at her from sliding her panties up her thighs.
“It really did hurt me.” She laughs, Harry grinning at her as he shakes
“Shud up.” He slaps her behind, causing her to jerk in her
place and jump on him, giving him big eyes. He laughs back at her, swatting her
back again but in a much playful manner.
“Mhm, I love ya.”
“I love you too, pet.” They lean in for a kiss.
Harry pulls way quicker, though, struggling to pull up his
pants. “Let’s get out of here! It’s already not that they’re talking about us!”
Y/N smiles. She grabs his arm, and pulls him to her.
“Never again.” He says in a low tone, cupping her chin in
Y/N snickers. “Or maybe everyday. I like this wild side of
He smirks. “There’re more ways to bring it out.” He winks at