harry styles and swallows

Jamaica

This is a lil something I wrote because I watched BTA and it ruined me…special thanks to @sing-me-a-song-harry for helping me edit and sort it out!! Hope you all like it!! xx B

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The sunlight was blinding, the humidity making your skin sticky and already making your hair nearly unmanageable as you made your way off the tarmac. You squinted and pulled down your shades, your eyes darting everywhere until they landed on a curly head of hair about ten yards from you. Harry was bent over his cell phone, lips rolled into his mouth and a pair of black RayBans holding his hair back from his eyes. He looked as delicious as ever, and you swallowed as you admired the slight tan he’d acquired over the past couple of weeks. Harry had always held a soft spot in your heart; with his killer smile and charming personality, you often wanted nothing more than to get on your knees for him. That sort of thinking wasn’t appropriate though, especially since the pair of you had always been just friends, nothing more. You cleared your throat.
“Harry!” You called and his head popped up, a warm smile on his lips.
”‘Lo, love! ’Ve missed ya, glad yeh decided t'come down.“ His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressing sweetly to your cheek, and you bit your lip as the scent of him flooded your senses. You loved the way he smelled. “Shall we?” Harry reached for your bags, leaving one arm draped casually over your shoulder.
“How’ve you been, H? How’s the writing?” Harry’s dimples deepened, and his eyes sparkled happily. He was well-rested for once, with no dark circles under his clear green eyes, and you smiled up at him as he began to ramble on about his album. Harry talked the entire way to the house he shared with his writing partners, his voice light and hands moving animatedly as he drove. The house itself was gorgeous, and when Harry showed you to your temporary room, you couldn’t help the snort that came from your lips.
“What happened to living modestly hidden in Jamaica?” A shrug and a half smile was his response as he set your bags down. He suddenly seemed close, very close, and his eyes had a new, unreadable look in them.
“’M glad yeh came, love, really. ’S been too long.” Harry gently tucked some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. Your tummy flipped when you watched his eyes dart quickly to your lips. If only he would just lean a little closer…..
“Harry? Y/N?” The pair of you jumped at Jeff’s voice calling through the house, your cheeks heating as Harry scratched the back of his neck.
“Yeh, um…get unpacked and settled, yeah? I think everyone wants t'go out t'night, yeh should go.” Harry turned to leave, his shoulders a little tense, and you frowned.
“Are you not going?” His head turned to look at you over his shoulder and he offered a small smile.
“Yeh know me, love; partying isn’t m'thing, is it?” Then he was out the door, leaving you to mull over going out or not.
Two hours later, everyone but you and Harry filed out of the house, taking all of the loud noise and talking with them. Harry’d taken to sitting by the dining table, a guitar in his hands and a glass of wine sitting in front of him as he strummed quietly.
“Mind if I join you?” His eyes flew to you, his lips curling into a smile. A large hand tunneled through his hair as he looked you over, taking in your pajama shorts and loose tank top. You could’ve sworn a flash of desire sparked in his eyes.
“Not at all. Wine?” He was already pouring you half a glass, sliding it over to you as you took the seat next to him. Thanking him with a nod, you took a sip, your gaze moving to the large windows to admire the view of the beach and beautiful sea beyond it.
“How’s everythin’ in your world? How’s..what’s his name?” You didn’t miss the way his lip curled down in distaste at the mention of your last fling.
“Wouldn’t know. I ended it just after you left…prick was sleeping with two other girls.” A grunt left Harry’s lips as he propped his guitar against the table, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.
“I’m sorry, love. Yeh too good fo’ him anyways.” You shrugged, draining the wine from your glass and setting it back on the table.
“I sure know how to pick them, eh?” A humorless laugh left your lips and Harry frowned, shaking his head.
“’S'alright, pet, he was the one with the problem, not you.” You rolled your head back, still hyper aware of Harry’s warm palm on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your bare skin.
“Where are all the good ones, H? The creeps and arseholes are always the ones I attract. Where are all the men like you?” Harry’s brows rose a little, a ball tightening in his stomach. All he’d wanted to do since you’d gotten off the plane was kiss you until your lips were swollen, and now here you were, asking him where men like him were hiding. He shifted a little closer to you, hand tightening on your thigh.
“Men like me?” The words were quiet, unfocused as Harry watched your throat move as you swallowed.
“You know, men who…are real. Who aren’t afraid to let you know what they want. Men who are loyal, good guys. Where do all of you hide out?” Now you were so close to each other that you could feel his warm breath puffing over your cheek. Harry’s tongue swept along his bottom lip, and you longed to kiss him. His fingers edged under the hem of your shorts, goosebumps raising on your skin.
“’M certainly not hidin’, angel.” A crooked smirk tugged at his lips and then Harry leaned in, his pink lips covering yours. You gasped, and it was enough of a space for his tongue to edge out, sweeping along your top lip as if to ask permission. You eagerly gave him more room to work, your hands going to fist in his white t-shirt as his tongue met yours, tentatively brushing over it. When the first tiny whimper bubbled from your throat, Harry pulled back, his forehead pressing against yours.
“D'yeh wan’ this?” Always so good, that was Harry. So, so good all the time. In response, you stood and leaned over him, taking his jaw in your hands and kissing him hotly. A surprised grunt rumbled through him as his hands grasped your hips, pushing you back as he stood. Your backside met the wall, and you moaned as Harry’s hands began to wander. His fingers worked to push your shirt up and over your head, revealing your tummy and chest to him. He tossed your shirt to the floor and his hands moved to cup your breasts over your bra.
“Harry,” you managed, hips bucking into his, moaning again once you felt the hard length of him pressing against your lower body.
“Yeh wet fo’ me? Hm, angel?” Your bra straps were tugged down your arms, and the clasp was undone before your bra joined your tank top on the floor.
“Yes, yes, I’m so wet.” It was true; your panties had been ruined since his hand first landed on your thigh. A growl left Harry’s lips at your words, his dark eyes dropping to your breasts.
“Jesus, pet. S'pretty.” His tongue lapped over one of your nipples, and you let out a garbled moan, your hands tangling in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your breast. Harry’s hips rutted into yours, desperate for any amount of pressure on his aching cock. Your hand slipped down to slide into his loose shorts, easily finding his cock. He groaned against your skin when you circled your hand around his thick length, enjoying the heavy weight of him. Harry worked to yank down your shorts and panties, lips moving heatedly over your exposed skin.
“Christ, darling, feels s'good.” His breath puffed against your collarbones as he thrusted his hips with each stroke of your hand, moaning each time you thumbed the tip of him. Your free hand went to pull down his shorts, thankful for the fact that he tended to go commando, and your mouth watered at the sight of his fully hard cock. It was flushed and pretty, little pearls of precum already beading on his head. “S'nough, pet,” Harry said darkly, one arm going to brace the wall beside your head and the other moving to grasp your thigh to wrap your leg around his hip. “Yeh ready?” He asked as your fingers twisted in the thin material of his shirt. You nodded as Harry mouthed along your jawline and crowded against you, one hand moving to guide himself into you.
“Big!” You gasped, reveling in the burning stretch that came as he buried himself to the hilt. A low, rumbling groan spread through Harry’s chest, his eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched around him. His lips closed around your earlobe and he began to thrust, hips rutting into yours with smooth, measured strokes. You were so tight and warm around him, taking every inch of him gladly, and Harry was seeing stars by the time a curl of pleasure began to ball in his stomach.
“Yeh feel amazin’, pet…knew yeh would, wanted this fo’ so long.” His neck veins strained as he threw his head back, his words turning into long moans as your walls clenched around him. His thick cock brushed every nerve in you, goading you quickly to your orgasm as his lips lowered to your neck. Harry nibbled at your damp skin, tongue soothing the sting of his bite as you mewled loudly.
“Please, Harry!” You cried, hand slipping up to tug at his hair. Harry growled at the feeling, hips shifting to pound into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the otherwise quiet house, and you thanked whoever was watching out for you for sending your friends out of the house for the night.
“Can yeh feel me all up in yeh?” Harry’s hand circled your wrist and led it to rest on your lower belly, where he pressed it down until you could feel the tip of him brushing your walls. A loud moan ripped through you. Filthy. He was absolutely filthy with you, and you couldn’t help the garbled half-sentences that fell from your lips as his fingers went to circle your clit.
“Close! So close, baby, please.” Your voice was strangled as you fought for a decent breath, your throat dry from crying out. Harry’s lips covered yours, swallowing your moans and shouts as he moved faster, his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. The kiss was just as filthy as his words, sloppy and wet, all tongue meeting tongue and lips smacking against lips. Your hands fisted tighter in his shirt and hair as you barreled towards your orgasm, back arching.
“Yeh gonna cum fo’ me? Gonna b'good, pet?” Harry’s tongue licked down your throat and you screwed your eyes shut as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good, please, please, Harry. I’m so close,” you cried, head rolling back against the wall. Harry grunted in response, the vein that wrapped along the underside of him pulsing with pleasure as he neared his edge.
“Cum,” he puffed against your breast, “cum fo’ me. C'mon, angel, give it t'me.” Your mouth parted in a silent moan as your orgasm broke over you, white flooding your vision. Harry was quick to follow, spurting hot, sticky ropes of his seed deep inside of you. Sweat coated the both of you, and the Jamaican air wasn’t helping, almost suffocatingly hot as you fought for breaths. Harry’s head rested against your collarbones, his softening length still nestled inside of you. You pressed short kisses to his hairline, trembling still, and Harry huffed out a laugh.
“Well tha’s one way t’ welcome yeh.” You let out a shaky laugh as he withdrew, hands coming to cup your cheeks. “’Ve wanted yeh fo’ s'long, love.” A sweet, chaste kiss was pressed to your mouth and you smiled sleepily at him, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Now you’ve got me.” You replied. Harry’s response was a wicked, promising smirk that made heat coil in your belly again.
“C'mon, pet, there’s a king-sized bed with silk sheets that I need t’ see yeh writhing against.” And writhe you did.

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New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b

PART 2

Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.

**

Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

**

And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”

“Whatever.”

It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

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Could you write a blurb where for one of your first dates Harry takes you to a festival or stuff like that to see one of your fav bands or singers and he's all cute but also cheeky yknow? and maybe a really smutty ending with you sucking him off for the first time to show him your appreciation? thank you, love your writing!!

Rating: It’s on the R side.
Warnings: Oh, it ends dirrtyy
Category: fluff-SMUT
Word Count: 2,104 (wtf I write too much)
Request:  yes so thank you so much!

Note: EYYYYY for the sake of plot imma act like a BJ on the third date is a common thing (it’s not for me, although no judging here) plus it’s harry so wink-a-link-dink


07. Thanks For Tonight


There was a lot of screaming. So much that your ears rang, and you took it with the biggest smile on your face, as you saw Chris Martin jump around on the stage in front of you. Your breath was caught in your throat in excitement, you couldn’t believe you were watching Coldplay, so up close, finally after years of wanting to, all thanks to Harry.

It’s your 3rd date really, and Harry being the cheeky bastard he is had already stolen various kisses from you, even before the first date, when you were just really close friends. When he showed up 2 weeks ago with tickets to the concert he know you’d been saving up for and claiming that “I didn’t want yeh to buy ‘em before I got ‘em for yeh” you’d jumped in his arms and kissed him for god knows how long, making him extra cheeky for the past week.

You turn around and press a kiss on his lips when “Charlie Brown” comes to an end, and the lights dim on the stage. The smile on your face making it hard to properly kiss him.

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Dark Times (Part Two)

Here it is!! The long await part two to my 1920’s fic! I hope you all like it! xx B

It was the clicking of typewriter keys that woke you. Your neck ached from how you’d slept on the leather couch, and your hair was a tangled mess in your eyes as you slowly sat up. There was a pleasant soreness between your legs, and you flushed as you saw the reason. Harry was sat behind his desk, a cigarette hanging limply from his pouty, pink lips as he typed away. Black suspenders braced his shoulders and his stark white shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal various tattoos splattered across his forearms. A stray curl fell against his forehead, and you met his eyes as he glanced up at you, having heard the shuffle of your fringed dress against the couch. Harry said nothing for a minute, standing from his chair and lighting up another cigarette as he began to shuffle through some papers on his desk.

“Yeh know,” he started, smoke curling prettily around his lips as he exhaled, “I don’t remember telling yeh it was alright for yeh to sleep on m’couch. Thought I said to collect yehself and then get the fuck out.” A dark eyebrow raised towards his hairline as he took the cigarette from his mouth. Harry leaned forward, one large hand bracing the desk and the other pointing at you, the cigarette butt glowing dimly between his fingers. “But, since yeh here, you’re goin’ to a party with m’ tonight. Leave yeh address with Arthur at the bar. I’ll pick yeh up around seven. Be ready.” You furrowed your brow at him, mouth curling in confusion.

“And if I don’t want to go?” A low chuckle left Harry’s throat. You held his gaze as he slowly sank back to sit in his chair. A small, amused smile pulled at his lips as his green eyes travelled over you. Your body stiffened; that was the stare of a predator.

“Yeh seem to think Miss—” Harry cut off, waving a hand to you for your name. You quietly replied, and his eyes sparkled in the dim light. “That I’m giving yeh a choice. Yeh will attend the party with me tonight, and yeh’ll wear a bloody smile the whole fuckin’ time, right? Yeh’ll smile, and hang off m’arm like a proper fuckin’ bird. Yeh understand? Wear somethin’ nice. Get out.” Then Harry was back to puffing away on the cigarette, tapping away on the typewriter. You sat for a moment longer, mouth parted. Harry rolled his eyes. “I said, get the fuck out!” The loud tone of his voice shocked you into action, sending you scrambling towards the door.
“See yeh tonight, pet. Look pretty fo’ me.” You simply nodded, quickly slamming the door shut behind you before stumbling out of the club.

True to his word, Harry was at your door six hours later, a bored look on his handsome face as you shuffled with your keys to lock your door. He didn’t say a word as you linked your arm with his, but an approving smirk tugged at his lips when he moved his eyes down your body. You’d put on your most expensive dress, a tan fabric that fell to your knees, large teardrop plastic jewels’ placed all over it. The dress was the opposite of the flashy, short party outfit you’d worn the night before, but it was feminine and hugged your body in all the right places, perfect for the night’s upcoming activities. Harry held open the door for you while he lit up a cigarette, fingers pushing a stray curl back into place. His green eyes were hooded, his jaw firmly set as he climbed in the driver’s side.
“‘S a nice dress. Shame it’ll end up on the floor later.” You blushed at his forwardness, a flicker of indignation sparking at the notion that he thought you’d end up in his bed. However, the spark died out when his large hand came to rest on your knee, rings cool against your skin. You swallowed.
“Mr. Styles–” you began.
“Harry.”

“Where exactly are we going?” Harry’s eyes flitted over to you as he cleared his throat.
“It’s a business meetin’ fo’ me. It’ll be a party until I see I’m needed, then you’ll come out t’ the car like a good girl, yeah? Yeh to pretty t’ get blood on.” Your body tensed at his words, a sinking feeling settling in your belly. “Don’ look so worried, pet, it’ll be quick. Yeh won’t see anythin’, and after I’ll take yeh back home and it’ll be fine. Just wanted some good company before m’ night gets ruined.” His fingers had moved slowly up your thigh, now toying with the fabric. Flashes from last night’s activities ran through your mind, and you closed your eyes, trying to stamp down the lust clouding your thoughts. Harry didn’t say another word until he brought the car to a stop outside a large building that thrummed with loud music. Laughter floated on the cool breeze, and you could see couples dancing through the foggy windows. Harry’s arm circled your waist.

“Yeh gotta listen t’ me, a’right? Yeh don’ leave m’ sight. If yeh need somethin’, tell me. When I tell yeh t’ go wait in the car, go wait in the bloody car. I won’ have yeh fuck up m’ business meetin’ because yeh think yeh entitled t’ be there. Now, put on a fuckin’ smile an’ let’s go dance.” A cloud of smoke rolled over you as Harry pushed open the doors, his face settling into a cold scowl, his brows drawn together and his jade eyes going dark. He was complete business now, moving smoothly through the parting crowd as partygoers shrunk away from him. Harry’s reputation more than preceded him. He was a god among men when it came to work.

“Styles!” A booming voice echoed over the band playing in the corner, and an amused glint caught Harry’s eyes. His hand slid tighter around your waist, his nose brushing the shell of your ear.
“My partner, Tommy. Be a lamb and keep that pretty mouth o’ yours shut.” You didn’t respond, angry with yourself for letting him boss you around so easily. But your anger didn’t matter, seeing how tightly you pursed your lips as a plump man waddled over to Harry. He was older, with a receding hairline and pink, puffed out cheeks, his blue eyes alive with mischief. He looked you over quickly, lips tugging into a knowing smirk. “What a lovely piece you have on your arm tonight. Hello, my dear.” His breath came out in pants as he winked at you, and Harry grunted as he shifted so you were further from Tommy.

“Are they here yet? ‘Ve got places t’ be, don’ have time fo’ waiting around like a dog.” Harry grumbled, cold eyes sweeping the room. He was solid against you, the tension rolling off of him almost tangible. Cautiously, you raised your hand to squeeze his long fingers soothingly. He briefly glanced down at you as Tommy rambled about his men being stationed at every possible entrance to the party. You scooted closer to Harry’s side, an uneasy feeling gripping your stomach as he still stood braced for something. His partner had turned and began to chat to a brunette who couldn’t be older than seventeen, and Harry took the opportunity to lean in close.
“Wha’s wrong with yeh? Bein’ all touchy all of a sudden.” A smirk pulled at his lips, his eyes a little brighter now, although his shoulders were still squared.

“You’re making me nervous being so tense. You forget I have no clue what all could happen tonight, thanks to you.” Harry’s brow quirked.
“Careful, angel, best t’ keep tha’ tongue o’ yours sweet, or I might ‘ave t’ take yeh t’ the bathroom.” A dark, sensual promise swirled in his eyes, and chills raised over your arms. You tried to ignore the wetness now pooling between your legs.
“Wouldn’t want to miss you business meeting, now would we?” You met his burning gaze, fingers toying with the jewels on your dress. Harry was quick to nip at your ear, a low growl rumbling through his chest.

“Yeh get two minutes. Then I’m takin’ yeh away an’ showin’ yeh how I feel abou’ missin’ business meetings.” The two minutes before you slipped away from the crowd felt like a lifetime, but the minute you eased open the bathroom door, Harry was yanking you inside. Crowding you against the door, his hands slipped under the hem of your dress, sliding over your hips. A delicious moan came from his throat as his palms found the uncovered skin off your bum, his fingers squeezing and kneading your flesh as you whined.
“S'naughty, darling, coming here with no knickers…” His teeth closer around your earlobe, his hips rutting into yours hastily. “And yeh wet, too? Guess I’ll have t'help yeh out, hm? Want me to fuck yeh and make yeh feel good?” Your head lolled against the wooden door, pleas coming from your lips as you nodded deftly. A low chuckle fell to your ears as Harry carried you to the sink, rucking your dress up around your hips when he set you against the cool marble. He was quick to shove his pants and undershorts down enough for his cock to spring free, and your mouth watered at the sight of him, his tip weepy and flushed. Harry roughly pulled you to the edge of the counter, his lips finding yours as he ran his cock teasingly along your drenching slit. “Been hard since yeh walked ou’ in tha’ dress.”

“Please, Harry.” A pretty smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he thrusted shallowly, just enough to that the bulb of his head eased into you. Your gasp was swallowed as Harry licked into your mouth, hips rolling to shift more of him into you. A thin film of sweat was already beading on his forehead, and your thighs were already shaking when Harry fully sheathed himself inside of you.
“Oh, sweetheart, takin’ me so well.” Your answer was a barely muffled moan, your eyes screwed tightly shut. Then his hips began to move. His cock brushed wonderfully against every nerve, the thick vein that ran along his underside pulsing as his hand came to tangle in your hair.
“You’re so big,” you groaned, legs clenching tighter around Harry’s hips as he moved faster, his free hand coming to grab at your thigh as he fucked into you. His forearm slid under your leg, shifting you enough so you could take him deeper, better. A cry came from your lips at the new position, his cock hitting a spot that had you wishing he would always be inside of you. Harry’s lips moved along your throat, his tongue darting out to lap at your skin every now and then. Your moans increased, and Harry smiled against your skin.


“Shhhhh, angel, yeh gotta be quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear how naughty yeh are, do we?” His hand slid down from your hair to cover your mouth, muffling your broken moans as his hips rolled into you faster. A tight coil of heat curled in your belly, and you gasped as you slid a hand down between your bodies, your fingers immediately finding your clit and circling it. You felt as if you were going to burst from how well Harry was fucking you, his own little moans and grunts like music to your ears. Tears threatened to spill over the rims of your eyes when the tip of his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly. The rings on Harry’s fingers were cool against your burning skin, and your hand slapped against his forearm as you barreled towards your orgasm. Harry grunted as your walls clenched around him,
“Yeh close, pet? Come on, cum fo’ me.” Your leg went around his waist again as his hand that wasn’t covering your mouth went to your clit in place of yours, quickly rubbing tight circles around it in desperation to feel you cum. It didn’t take long for you to let out a muffled scream into his palm, legs locking around his waist as your back sagged against the mirror. Harry’s hand fell from your mouth as you came down from your high, your hands going to his hair.


“C'mon, wanna feel you,” you purred into his ear, tightening your cunt around him as he moaned into your neck. Then he was spent, thick ropes of hot cum painting your walls as his hips stuttered. You sat on the cool counter for a moment, your hand running over his strong back as he struggled to catch his breath. Harry had only just helped you down from the countertop when the first screams started.
“Bloody–fuck!” He hurried to fish a small pistol out of his waistcoat pocket, tugging up his trousers as he threw the door open. Loud pops sounded through the building, people rushing towards the doors as glass shattered from bullets. You scrambled after Harry, your heels slipping on the floors. He was halfway down the hall already, suspended straps falling loosely at his hips as he loaded his gun. Harry didn’t once turn back to make sure you were behind him, but he made sure to bark commands out anyways.

“Get to the fuckin’ car! Go! Don’ stop till yeh get there, a’right? Wait there fo’ me.” By that time, he’d turned the corner and began firing off bullets, unblinking as men fell before him. Horror struck through your body at the sight of so much blood already covering the walls, countless bodies littering the floor. Before you took a step towards the door, you were yanked back into a body, the cool metal of a gun pressed into your temple.
“Go on, sweetheart, call him. Make one move to get away, and you’re dead.” Your heart thundered as you let out a broken sob of Harry’s name.
“I fuckin’ told yeh to go to the damn–” Now only Tommy and Harry stood, Tommy’s eyes wide as he watched Harry turn towards you. You expected him to point the pistol towards your captor, to yell, to try to get you out of it somehow.

Instead, a sly grin took over his lips, a cool laugh tumbling out of him. Harry pointed the gun at the nearest man and pulled the trigger, not flinching as his body hit the ground.
“Yeh think I fuckin’ care about some bird? Mate, she’s just good at takin’ cock. Go on, kill her. Probably gets too attached anyhow,” Harry spat, and another cry racked through your body. “I want my fuckin’ money, Trevors. Yeh sacked m’ shipment, and I want my reimbursement. I won’ ask again.” The man behind you barked out a laugh, the barrel prodding further into your temple.

“You’re mental if you think I’m paying you shit. Get better guys to transport your goods, then you won’t lose precious alcohol. Put the gun down, Styles, it’s you and one partner against me and my guys. You’re not getting out of this.” The gun clicked loudly in your ear as Trevors cocked it. “And, even if you don’t care about such a beautiful girl, she knows who I am now. She’s gotta go.” Your body shook in fear, eyes blurry with tears as you squirmed in the man’s hold. Harry’s eyes were bored as he watched you. He wasn’t doing anything, why wasn’t he doing anything?

“Harry, please,” you sobbed, trying to steady your breathing. Your stomach was in knots, your heart in your throats as Harry tilted his head to the side. Now he only looked at Trevors.
“Last chance, mate. Give me my fuckin’ money.” His gun raised back up to the man behind you. Trevors’ grip on your throat was tight enough to cut off your oxygen, and you gasped as he let out a snarl and put his finger on the trigger.

“Like hell I will.” Harry blinked, jaw ticking in anger.
“Wrong answer.” He spun on his heel, a bullet going through Tommy’s head. His body fell with a thump and the breath was sucked from your lungs. Harry had ruthlessly shot down his partner, who he’d known for who knows how long. You’d known him less than a day, and the realization that you were expendable to him sunk in with a hot surge of terror. He was really going to let his enemy kill you.
Trevors’ grip loosened and the gun fell from your temple in disbelief, giving you the room you needed to kick yourself away from him. You were barely out of his arms when another gunshot rang out, and something was falling onto your back. A scream fell from your lips as you caught sight of Trevors’ dead eyes, and you scrambled to push him off. Large warm hands were on your wrists, tugging you up. “Hey, hey, ‘s me, ‘s just me!” Harry soothed, his green eyes on yours. Sobbing still, you shoved him away, tears blinding you.

“What the fuck are you playing at? You were going to let him kill me! You-You killed your partner!” Harry was quick to pull you back in, tucking your head into his shoulder.
“You’re fine! Aren’t yeh? Still alive? I wasn’t gonna let yeh die, a’right? I promise.” You’d stopped fighting, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt as you cried. “I wouldn’t let tha’ happen, pet, promise. C’mon now, help m’ out.” Harry was careful as he lifted you into his arms, silently stepping over Trevors. “‘M takin’ yeh home, angel.” His fingers were tender as they brushed over your cheek. You didn’t make a sound as Harry lowered you into the car, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe away your tears. The ride back to your apartment was deathly quiet, and your fingers shook until you managed to doze off against the window. You were barely aware of Harry carrying you to your room. He shuffled around in your apartment for a few more moments after laying you down, and was gone without a word.

Hand jobs

Summary : Joe proves himself that he can give you a better hand job than your crush Harry Styles can.

A/N : First ever smut one shot, I’m still trying to write better as I can. Hope you like this :)

Originally posted by themrainydays


I was writing my second book on my laptop while I was sat on Joe’s lap with his black framed glasses. Joe was watching me write, he would press kisses to my cheek every once in a while or play with my hair like attempting to braid it or just whatever he does as long as it won’t disturb me since I was feeling quite inspired today.

Just then, all out of the blue Joe blurted out “In your opinion who would give the best hand job?” I turn my head to look at his with furrowed eyebrows and disbelief washed all over my face. “What?” Joe shrugged as if his question was casual.

“To answer your question, I think Harry Styles would give the best hand job.” I teased him, knowing that he wanted my answer to be him, of course and I could feel his eyebrows furrow and a not convince look on his face. His chin rests on my shoulders as he wraps both his arms around me pulling me tighter against him.

“Oh yeah? Why?” Joe murmurs, his own breath tickling my skin along my neck as he nibbles on my earlobe. I wanted to tease him more since I just felt his prominent bulge against my behind. “Give me a good reason why you think your crush Harry Styles would give out the best hand job.”

A small moan hits my throat while I felt his lips press against the joint where my neck and shoulder connects as his fingers trace over the waistline of my sweats. “His fingers are long and slender. Perfect for the best hand job if you’re looking for someone to give you very very intense pleasure.”

Joe’s scoff is muffled by my shoulder as he continues to litter sensual kisses on my skin. “Ever thought about Joe Sugg? I think he would be able to give you the very best hand job along with ultimate pleasure.” Joe whispers seductively and slowly starts to push my sweats down until he commanded me to kick ‘em off which I did.

The laptop was now shut down and on the bedside table, my inspiration quickly changed into erotic lust for my own hubby. “So tell me Mrs. Sugg, d’ you still think that your celebrity crush will give out the best hand job?” A loud gasp emits from me as I felt his palm cup my sex.

“Yeah.” I breath shakily, not deciding to change my answer yet. Joe’s hands were gliding on my thighs creating tingles in my area from the friction.

I hear Joe growl behind me before he switches our position so I was pushed down on the bed and he was hovering on top of me. “I’ll prove you that I can give you the best hand job ever.” He growls deeply in my ear before slipping off my knicker, throwing it to the ground before he gazed at my entry. Joe spreads my thighs apart widely, saying “Keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want to get restrained.”

A moan escapes my lips as I felt so turned on with his words. He strips me off of my underwear and I could  feel my own wetness dripping down on me as I squirmed in anticipation, gripping the edges of my pillow. Joe’s fingertips dance on my thighs, purposely avoiding my lower region to tease me. “You said you’d be proving, not teasing.” I comment panting a bit.

My lover smirks devilishly at me, “I did but what’s a hand job without teasing?” He takes my shirt in his hands, getting rid of it from my body, his lips pressing against my chest. Joe teases my entry with his finger, feeling my wetness before slipping his finger inside of me with ease.

“Oh god…” I gasped arching my back slightly off the mattress. My knuckles were turning white and I resisted the urge to touch Joe right away. Even if using handcuffs would be a great addition to sex, I wasn’t in the mood to have my arms held up above me with no control. “Joe please, just– fuck I need you right now.”

Joe raises both eyebrows with a smug smirk on his face, “Oh I’m not done with you sweetheart, I’ve only just started.” He adds in a second finger causing my hips to buck upwards.

“Hmm… fuck.” I moaned rolling my hips as he pumps his finger in and out of me. My eyes shut closed tightly while my mouth is formed in an ‘o’ shape as my hips were moving in rhythm with Joe’s fingers. He continues to finger me until I near my edge. “So close…” I murmured curling my toes and arching my back off the mattress slightly.

All of a sudden, Joe withdraws his fingers from my entrance. “You’re not coming t'il you admit I give you the best hand job.” He smirks, throwing his shirt across the room along with his joggers. I press my lips into a thin line frustratingly.

This boy, my god.

“Pissed? You should be.” Joe says before pressing his lips against my neck, scattering sensual kisses over the skin. My lips escape a gasp when I felt his teeth graze over my pulse point area.

When Joe’s fingers climb up my legs, I instinctively pressed my thighs together to add pressure on my aching region and to deny the welcome of Joe’s hand which would be teasing me if I gave him access. “C'mon love, open those legs for me.” He whispers huskily in my ear.

I shake my head No and kept quiet, still pressing my thighs together. Joe lets out a sigh “Don’t make me open them for you sweetheart.” His tone hinting a slight threat and my stomach twists at the pet names.

“You’re just going to tease me.” I breathed shakily, raising my hips inwardly feeling Joe’s slightly hard erection that’s straining through his boxers.

With a grunt, Joe forces my legs open making me gasp. “Well maybe you shouldn’t have said Harry Styles as your answer, huh?” I whimper in response, swallowing a lump in my throat.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have asked.” I retorted, on the verge of getting angry. “What got you to ask anyway?” Arching my back as I held onto the headboard behind me when Joe’s hands start to inch up closer to my heat.

“It just got me wondering.” He grazes his fingertips on my inner thighs with soft feather like strokes that my hips automatically buck upwards.

I groaned “Fuck you.” Joe chuckles darkly, running his finger up my entrance, collection some of my wetness before he puts it in his mouth. I moaned at the sight before me.

Joe smirks “Sweet, citrus… delicious.” He kissed me hard, making me whimper beneath him as he puts lots of passion into a simple kiss. A loud gasp escapes my parted lips as I suddenly felt two of Joe’s fingers thrust into me and Joe took this opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth to dance around with mine. “You’re dripping darling… so wet… who made you wet sweets?”

I pant out a breath answering, “You did, Joe.” A smug smirk appeared on his lips. His pace was slow but it was enough to have me on the verge of writhing. “F-fucking… shit… Joe.” My hands are now clutching the mattress beneath me. If he didn’t have to be dominant so much about this I would have my nails scratching his back already, begging him to just skip the whole foreplay.

But no, he wants to prove he’s the best.

Joe’s fingers seem to increase their pace, going a bit faster than before. My back arches as much as it can, my hardened nipples straining against the top I was wearing as I didn’t wear a bra. “Friendly reminder honey, hands to yourself. Or else, I’m gonna whip out the cuffs and have my way with you.”

His hot breath tickling the skin of my neck as I fought the urge to touch his body desperately. The dirty talk only making me feel more and more aroused. Just by his sensual treatment I was already so horny from the start. It was obvious he was going to tease me.

Joe’s free hand tilted my head to the side so he can press his tongue against the pulse point of my neck and start sucking on the skin. Bringing blood to surface, marking me as his. His only.

I gasped loudly, my jaw hanging open from the sudden thrust of his fingers inside of me. Stroking my inner walls as they go deeper to find the spot. My lover smirks, eyeing my like his feast. I think he’s rather enjoying watching me squirm and pant.

All of a sudden, I jerked from the strokes of his fingers against that spot. My hands immediately gripping at his forearms, not caring about the whole ‘hands to yourself’ rule. My head falls back onto the pillow, my nails digging into his skin.

“Someone’s been a naughty girl haven’t they?” Joe stops all movements of his fingers before pulling them out- making me cry out at the loss of contact- slipping them in his mouth. He takes both of my wrists pinning them above my head, looking darkly in my eyes. “Can’t keep my hands to myself.” Joe smirks with a taunting look on his face before he reaches in our bedside drawer to pull out the pair of handcuffs that Jack Maynard has given us as a Christmas gift joke but we ended up using it anyways.

The pink fur of the handcuffs were making me feel a bit more relived than anxious. “No matter how hard I’m trying to.” He continues singing Selena Gomez’s Hands To Myself but without singing in a girlish tone. He says it more like statements. I am loss for words as I watch my husband cuff my wrists to the headboard.

Once the cuffs has been locked, I am now left at Joe’s control. “I want you all to myself.” Joe whispers hotly in my ear, gripping my hips with his hands. He presses his lips against my own, causing a small muffled whimper from me underneath him. The metal of the cuffs burning into my skin with each twist of my wrist. “Cat got your tongue?”

My mouth couldn’t bear to speak once his fingers are slipping with ease inside of me. He hisses in awe at how easy his fingers are gliding over my wet heat. “You’ve gotten real wet love, real wet for me.”

From the neglected stimulation of my nerves, I release unexpectedly. “My, would you look at that? You came.” His face holds a mock of shock and there’s a glint in his eyes.

“I couldn’t help it.” I breathed, clenching and unclenching my fists.

Joe smirks again, “Couldn’t help it ey?” He slips his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of myself his hand. “You taste so sweet my dear.” He lowers himself to press a kiss on my lips, before heading downwards.

My mouth hangs open in a wordless moan. “Remember that scene from 50 Shades? The one where Christian rolls up Anastasia’s shirt using it as a blind fold?” Joe murmurs against my collar bones.

“Yes…” I whispered, a shiver on my spine at the thought. When Joe and I watched 50 Shades of Grey, we both knew that we at least have to try a few of Ana and Christian’s sexcapades. Without the all the spankings and whips.

Before I knew it, Joe is rolling up my shirt, stopping exactly on the eyes just like that scene from the movie. “I’m gonna be nice and let you talk. What do you want me to do?” I can picture Joe’s lips pursing, waiting for me to answer him. Having my shirt covering my eyes  just makes my senses more heightened.

I sighed. I wasn’t the best at dirty talk. Joe does it better than me. “Clock’s ticking darling.” I gulped, trying to speak but no words come out of my mouth. “Do you want me to get some ice? Like in the movie?” Joe suggests with a whisper. His hands smoothly gliding over my curves at the sides of my body.

“Yes please.” I moaned arching my back. The bed shifts until I don’t feel Joe’s frame anymore. I hear the click of the door knob opening, before it’s creaking. Joe has left the room. I let out a breath, moving my knees upwards to my feet were flat on the bed. I was already getting impatient as I wanted Joe to come back already. “Fuck.” I sighed, feeling the shudders that are hitting my body in anticipation.

Joe was taking a bloody while, all he had to do anyway was to get some ice. Our kitchen is literally one floor down from us.

My knees soon gave up their feeling and fall back down in the bed. It wasn’t until then I gasped out surprisingly until I felt very cold liquid running down from my chest, downwards my stomach. I didn’t even hear Joe come in the room. “Feels good m'love?” I feel his smirk against my skin.

“Very much.” I whispered, my breath hitching at every time he presses his lips against my skin. Joe’s lips are gone which made me whine from the loss of contact. “Joe…” I groaned, prolonging the syllable of his name. His intentions clearly meant that he was gonna tease me, it took this far.

A few seconds t'ill then, I feel Joe’s hand splayed across my sides as he drags an ice cube across my collarbones before going down to the valley of my breasts. The ice draws patterns on my skin as he drags it, a small amount of water trailing from the melting ice against my body heat. “Oh gosh..”

“I love the sounds you make.” Joe says once the ice has completely melted. The movements of his lips as he was speaking was raising goosebumps against my skin. I feel his body shift upward for a moment, before going slightly back down. He presses another ice cube to my neck, I shiver at the coldness before he accelerates it to the other side of my neck, moving it in all directions.

I feel water dripping down my neck and fall onto the pillow beneath me. I hear him chewing on the last silver of the ice in his mouth. He wraps his lips around my right nipple, catching me off guard at the sudden action and the cold temperature of his mouth.

I let out ragged breaths, more likely pants as he bites into the hard bud. He then shifts his attention to the other nipple, giving the same treatment that he did with the first. “Please Joe… just get on with it…” I begged, bucking my hips so he is aware of my arousal.

“Don’t you like this?” I can picture Joe with a mocking pout, still smug as hell that he was still able to make me beg for him as always. He’s right, I don’t like it though, I love it. I love submitting myself to him as he was the best at dominance.

“I love it but… please… I’m so wet.” I whimpered lightly, my legs automatically opening up when Joe shifted downwards between my legs.

The wetness between my legs was unbearable, I swear I could feel myself dripping onto the bed sheets. “You’re so wet… wetter than before. Fuck.” Joe sighed, the tip of his finger running up and down my entrance, collecting up some of my slick juices. “I’m gonna taste ya love, gonna lick you up all nice and clean.” He pats my thigh softly, bringing my knees up then pressing kisses down my pelvis before his mouth connected on my heat.

My back arches at the sensation. His tongue swiping at my clit, his hands pinning my hips down to the mattress, making my hips unable to move. I let out a strangled sound, hands pulling at the cuffs. “Oh fuck, Joe.” It was pure pleasure. I whimper when he gave a harsh suckle on my mound, slipping his tongue in between my folds afterwards.

“You taste so delicious, pet.” He pulls away from my heat, my mouth letting out panting breaths in anticipation of what will happen next. “So sweet for me.” Joe’s lips are littering kisses over my tummy, suckling occasionally for small love bites.

“Please Joe!” I exclaimed, almost sobbing from the tease I’m receiving. At some point I hated that Joe was too good at being the dominant one. He was great at demanding, making me feel hot and bothered enough to submit to him. “Please! Touch me! Eat me!”

It was good that Joe cooperated, his mouth returns to the previous position where he was licking and suckling my clit. My hips start bucking furiously that he has to hold them down the mattress. Honestly, whenever Joe went down on me, it was one of the best feelings he ever made me feel.

“Oh!” My back arches, the cuffs burning into my wrists with every pull I give them.

Joe doesn’t stop, he won’t until he’s made me orgasm. His mouth pulls away for a moment, being replaced by two of his fingers. “Quiet now, love. Don’t wanna scare away Alan and Carrot cake do we?” I can picture Joe’s smirk.

His fingers work in and out, going deeper with each thrust. “What is it sweets? What do you want?” I feel Joe’s body above mine again, his lips pressing against my breasts.

“Your mouth!” I breathed, my chest heaving with pants.

Joe’s lips wrap around one of my nipples, giving a suck before gently bitting on the hardened nub. “Where do you want my mouth love bug?”

“You know where!” I cried, begging for him. That’s exactly what Joe wants, me begging for him.

“But I want you to say it.” He cups my breast, kneading it softly. Even at a dominant state, he manages to stay gentle and sweet. “C'mon sweets, you can say it can’t you?”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. Instead, a moan escapes followed by a sharp gasp and a jolt of my body when his fingers hit the spot. “Fucking hell…” I sighed, my head thrown back deeply onto the pillow.

“Let’s see… do you want my mouth here?” He kisses me, tongue slipping against my bottom lip.

I shake my head, “No.”

“How about here?” Joe returns his lips to my breasts, scattering little kisses that barely touch my skin. I shake my head again, not bothering to answer. Joe’s kisses start to trail down until he reaches my stomach. “How about I go lower? Maybe it’s that cute peach between your legs, yeah,”

Joe’s lips finally reaches their destination, my toes curling at the sensation. His mouth and fingers, working together. My tummy sputters, signaling that I’m close to release.

Joe doesn’t say a word. Instead, he continues to bring all his attention on the area between my legs. The tip of his nose, slightly bumping my mound.

“Fuck, Joe!” I exclaimed, my muscles contracting. Then I cum.

Joe’s tongue licks and sucks the remaining juices I released. Moaning at the heavy taste of myself on his tongue. “You alright my love?” Joe unlocks the handcuffs, kissing the slightly bruised area before helping me get rid of my shirt that was used as a blind fold.

I blink a few times, before my sight finally adjusts. “Yeah… I’m okay.” I was out of breath, he made me orgasm just by his mouth and fingers.

Joe kisses me sweetly, “Did I kill you?”

I shake my head, a lazy grin taking over my face. “No, it was amazing Joe.” I cup his face with my hands, thumbs stroking over the flesh of his cheek. “For a proven handjob, that was next level.”

Joe chuckles, sitting up to remove his shirt. “Let’s take a shower, yeah?”

Music Series: Carry Your Throne by Jon Bellion**(slight smut)

I hadn’t heard this song before receiving the request. It’s very theatrical to me, like it could be in a medieval movie. I do like the concept it gave me to write about, so I hope you all like it, too.

This is “Carry Your Throne” by Jon Bellion, which you can listen to on Spotify HERE. Thank you, Anon!

xo

Shelli

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Sometimes, love is war.

Two crowns and a gold cup

And they’re coming for the throne, love

But if your heart is a dog fight

Then I’m ready to go to war like

Harry watched as your boyfriend had his arm around you. You were making small talk with others at the wedding when you saw Harry sitting at a table, staring at you. He made no apologies about it. He definitely wanted you to know his focus was completely and wholly on you. That stare with his brow lowered and eyes looking up toward you. You nervously lick your lips as Harry groans lightly, envious of your tongue.

You and Harry had an interesting relationship. You first met him a few weeks before when you were taken to one of his concerts by a mutual friend. You were excited to be allowed backstage to meet him, and only slightly uncomfortable by the attention he had given you. But when you found yourself intensely making out with him in the back of a darkened car, you swear you didn’t know what had gotten into you.

You have a boyfriend, a boyfriend you really liked and had been with for quite some time. You told Harry after his first aggressive kiss that you have a boyfriend, by which he seemed completely unfazed.

“Not for long,” he said forcefully against your ear as he inhaled your neck into his mouth. Maybe if you had been more assertive against his advances, he would have backed off a bit, but you were so turned on by his desire for you that you easily forgot about the man you had been seeing up until that night. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered.

Rough sex in the courtyard

And your legs are the North Star

Church bells let me ring them

She looked back, said “baby this your kingdom”

For the next several days, you found yourself in Harry’s home with him wrapped around you, doing things to you that made you breathless. You clutch your arms around the upholstered leather ottoman, knees on the floor, Harry pumping himself deeply inside of you from behind with one of his hands grasped firmly to the other side of the piece of furniture as his other holds you, his breath gasping into your ear with mutters of “fuck…so good, baby” against your head, until you were both shouting against your orgasms and breathing heavily in unison.

Cleaning and redressing, Harry’s lips still kissing where they would reach, he hated that he knew you were leaving.

“I want you to leave him,” Harry told you point-blank. “Wanted it since the night I met you.”

You look at him with a face of guilt. You had never been a cheater before. But you were unable to keep control with Harry. It had only been a few days…less than a week, and you weren’t sure what was happening between the two of you.

“Harry, it isn’t that easy,” you say, straightening your dress as you pull it back over your head, Harry’s hands quickly finding your hips and pulling you toward him, focusing his mouth on your neck and chest, as he lifts the skirt of your dress up again, his hands finding your ass. You close your eyes, loving the feeling of his seduction, but knowing you had somewhere to be. “He and I…well, we have history, we’ve been together a long time. I can’t just go to him and say ‘Hey, I met someone who makes me feel things I’ve never felt before with you, so bye’. He’s a really nice guy.”

“So am I,” he says with a smirk before kissing your lips softly. “I knew from the first night you had a boyfriend, but I didn’t care. I knew I wanted you and would have to win you over. But I don’t want to share you. I don’t want to know you’re going to his bed when you leave mine. I want you…only me.”

If you’re lost in this darkness

I’ll carry your throne

No I won’t let it swallow you whole

You see the sincerity in his face, which answers at least some of the questions you keep asking yourself. Part of you wondered if, after leaving your boyfriend, Harry would do the same at some point, leaving you alone. You didn’t want to break your boyfriend’s heart just to turn around and have yours broken, too. Would probably be fitting punishment. What you did know, was that you had feelings for Harry that you had never felt for your boyfriend in all the time you had been with him.

“Going to fight for you, love,” Harry said promptly. “He may have had you first, but I’ll have you last. And if I have to wait a bit for you to get to where I am in this, so be it. Whatever it takes, you’re going to be mine and mine alone. I promise you that.”

His kiss is welcome on your lips as you catch your breath from the emotions you felt in that moment. Harry did make you feel things you’ve never felt before, and it wasn’t only physical. He made you feel…desired…wanted…loved…and you didn’t want to lose that.

“The wedding,” you start, feeling Harry release his hold on you a bit. “Saturday. It’s his sister’s wedding. I can’t do it before then, but after.”

Harry smiles widely. “You will?” he questions hesitantly. “Promise me, love.”

“I promise,” you reply with a soft kiss.

Harry holds you tightly, peppering kisses into your hair. He walks you to your car, opening your door, then leaning in to kiss you.

“You know I’m invited to the wedding…friend of the groom…?” Harry smirks.

“I know,” you grin lightly.

“Come with him, but leave with me,” Harry says, another kiss finding your lips as you nod in agreement. “Just one more thing…I make you feel things you’ve never felt before?” he smiles mischievously, giggling as you push him out of the door and close it, smiling as you back out of the drive.

They try to break inside the walls with

These lies but I’m pulling up the draw bridge

We rose this love from the dirt now

Set fire to the sky watch it burn down

Harry watched intensely during the ceremony and the reception following. He clenched his fist at the sight of another man touching you. Those were the hips he grabbed as he helped you grind on top of him, his length buried deeply inside of you. That was the hair he buried his nose in to fully intoxicate himself in your scent. And it was the hand he held as you slept next to him, the same hand he wanted to be holding right that very minute.

Harry swallowed hard, not knowing how much more he could take. He was glaring at the two of you dancing on the grassy garden lawn, until the song finished and Harry noticed your boyfriend excuse himself for pictures. As you began to walk away from the area of the party where the music was playing and people were dancing, you felt a hand grab yours and turned to see Harry with that sweet smile you had loved since day one.

“May I have this dance, love?” he asked gently. “It’s a party after all.”

You smile, looking around shyly to see if anyone was watching, then allowing Harry to hold your hand and put his arm around your waist, the two of you sway slowly to the song playing.

“You look so beautiful,” Harry whispers in your ear. “Can’t take my eyes off of you.”

You wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, experiencing that feeling once again that he made you feel and nobody else. Desired. Wanted. Loved. You felt his lips ghost your cheek as you danced, wishing you would always be in his arms.

After a tearful goodbye to your boyfriend, you sat next to Harry in the car, his hand holding yours as his thumb caressed your skin lightly.

“Thank you for that,” Harry said sweetly. “Know it couldn’t be easy. It means a lot to me that you chose to be with me.”

“I never felt with him after all that time, the way I’ve already felt with you,” you answer honestly. “It was comfortable and he was good to me. But…”

“I’ll never give you reason to regret it,” he replies, squeezing your hand. “Feel things for you that I’ve also never felt before. Can’t explain it. Thank you for choosing to be with me.”

It’s a ceremony but the crowd’s gone

And you got nothing but my crown on

Round 2, round 3 give me sequels

Every time you open the cathedral

If you’re lost in this darkness

I’ll carry your throne

No I won’t let it swallow you whole

Sturdy (Harry Oneshot)

In which Harry finally convinces you to sit on his face. 

It should be a punishable crime how quickly Harry can turn you on.

It couldn't have been longer than ten minutes since the two of you had stumbled through the door from your date, giggling at something you couldn't remember even if you cared to try, and yet he’s already kissed your lips cherry red and swollen, stripped the both of you down to your underwear, and has you soaking wet and ready for him.

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Valentines Day

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Three months on.
I hadn’t wanted to return to group therapy. I was genuinely hoping that I wouldn’t be having therapy at all, but there I was, nervously gazing at the door, once again dreading attending a bloody group therapy session.
There were a million reasons I was anxious to enter that room. I was going in there with a completely different mindset to how I had the last time. I was a little more open minded, I was intrigued about how I would feel at the end of session, how I would feel after once again voicing the reasons behind my therapy. The last time I’d been there I’d been so sarcastic, and sceptical. I hadn’t taken it seriously and I’d bullshitted the reasons behind my being there. I knew it wasn’t going to the same this second time around.
And then of course, the main reason behind my rigid frame, the reason my anxieties were engulfing me, was the thought of walking into that room and seeing Harry.

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Throwback to that one time I drew all of Larry’s tattoos on my friend and I to go see the Where We Are Concert Film premiere.

Back in the day part 5: Mile high

So here it is, part 5! Hope you guys like it :). Please let me know what you guys think. Thank you for reading!

Other writings can be found here.

Other parts can be found here;
Part 1 - Part 2 -  Part 3Part 4


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Alexa looked out the window as there was not a whole lot to see. She rested her head against the window nonetheless. She heard the door and Harry’s footsteps coming from the bathroom. She waited for his sentence, the one he had asked about a dozen times.

“You good?” His tall figure towered above her. She looked over at him and nodded before returning her gaze at the window. Harry took this as his cue to sit back in his seat.

After the phone call everything happened so fast. Harry took Alexa and Jessy, who by that point stood next to her, in his car to her place. And as Jessy helped Alexa get her things, she vaguely remembered pointing things out to Jessy as she herself was to shocked to have much of a contribution. And Harry? Well Harry arranged a plane. Of course he did, Alexa rolled her eyes at the thought. She looked around the ridiculous size of the  luxurious private plane, it was the only one he could get his hands on, or so he explained. Well it could fit a whole army as far as Alexa was concerned.  Her mind drifted back and forth between their argument, the call and the present. A soft sigh escaped her lips. They were in the middle of an argument… they never finished. Alexa new that they had to but now was not the right time so she gave Harry the silent treatment. Which so far wasn’t really working for her, she was worried about her mother, she wasn’t really keen on flying and so far they had another 8 hours to go before she would set foot on land again. Harry had been nothing but helpful and nice. He’d catch her when she tripped, he carried her luggage up the stairs of the plane and made sure she had everything she needed but Alexa was afraid she would either yell or cry as words wouldn’t form in her head.

Harry observed Alexa from his seat. After the shock in her eyes, the crying in the car, and the words in between sniffles trying to help Jessy pack her suitcase, they now had entered the silent phase. He had no idea how long this would last so he just counted the minutes that past since the last time he asked how she was doing. He didn’t want to bother her but he also wanted to desperately hold her and tell her everything would be ok. Even though he had no idea if that could be true. The only thing he got from Alexa was that her mum was in an accident and was now in surgery. Harry had contacted his mum, she kept in touch with Liz, Alexa’s mum, and he hopped that she would be able to provide him with more information. Anne had no idea that Liz had been in an accident but rushed to the hospital. So far she hadn’t contacted Harry, which made him nervous.  He looked at his phone again, no message from his mum and just one minute had passed. He sighed as he ran a hand trough his hair. This would be long flight. He let his head rest against the window, stuffing his sweater between his head and the cold metal, looking over at Alexa before he closed his eyes. He might as well sleep a bit.  His mind drifted of to Alexa. Her sniffles were soft but he could hear every single one of them. Alexa had had a difficult relationship with her mum Harry remembered. But after the accident it only got worse and it must have been why Alexa hadn’t been back to the UK for over two years. He tried, he really tried but after 15 minutes he gave up. All he really wanted to do was pull Alexa in a hug and not let go for a while, carrying the load with her.

“You want something to eat?” She didn’t respond, of course she didn’t so Harry got up and took the seat in front of her and asked again. It wasn’t after the third time he’d asked and placed his hand on her knee. She looked at him, her eyes puffy and red with a dull expression.
“You asked something?” Harry nodded as he asked the question yet again, she shook her head. Harry nodded as he got up and walked towards the back, grabbing something to eat for himself.

Alexa stared at  her knee, the place where Harry’s hand was only moments ago. It tingled as she shook her leg to get rid of the feeling. She shivered as she noticed the goosebumps on her arm. O yeah of course she thought. They were in such a rush she had forgot to bring a hoody or a scarf or anything to keep her warm. So she just started rubbing her hands against her thighs, something she had always done when she got cold. Harry noticed, it brought back memory’s for him. Memory’s of a past life, a life filled with Alexa. He missed her, he missed her more then he ever would allow himself to feel. His career had always been crazy and something’s would have gone differently if he had a say. For one his relationship with Alexa. No such thing as staying in the past Styles, live in the now, a voice in the back of is head said. And with that he walked over towards his chair grabbing the sweater he had lend his head on.

“Here.” he held the sweater out to Alexa as he took the seat opposite of her. She looked at him, not sure what to do.

“Your cold” Harry said. A softer  "take  it.“ followed with a small nod.

Alexa thought about not excepting the sweater but she knew she would regret that decision and it was nice that he remembers her mannerisms, so she excepted. The side of her lip curled up a but as she put the sweater on. It smelled like him, she closed her eyes, catching a wif of it before her head popped out. Harry looked at her, as Alexa put her hair in a messy bun, adjusting his sweater and pulling up her legs, tucking them under her bum. It brought him back to those chilly summer evenings. They would spend days hanging around in his or her backyard and he would lend her his sweater, more then once you could say. He had always loved how his clothes looked on her. He let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and started chewing on a handful of nuts


Alexa looked at Harry, eating the nuts he got from the back.

"Thank you.” Her voice was soft, barley above a whisper but he heard it nonetheless.

“ ’s okay” Chewing away on a handful of peanuts before meeting her eyes “aint cold anyway” His eyes lingered on his sweater, now on Alexa’s body, before returning his eyes to the bag of peanuts in his hands.


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“Not just the sweater H, for…” Alexa sighed as her voice trembling making Harry look up again.
“ for you know..” a tear rolled over her cheek as she sniffled. Her thumb wiping the tear away but it was of no use as another one formed. Harry looked at her, her fragile state, the pain she was in. He hesitated for a moment. He didn’t want to invade her private space, he didn’t want to get rejected. He hadn’t seen her in ages but the past couple of days, when he did see her and she was so cold and harsh to him weren’t his fondest memories. So he overthought what he would do. But as her sobs got louder and the tears started to stream faster he knew what to do. He dropped the bag he was still holding and took the seat next to Alexa. Hesitating for a minute, before she leaned over towards him. Allowing him to hold her in his arms.

Alexa felt a warm feeling coming over her as she felt Harry’s arms around her. She would never admit it but she liked it. She liked the familiar feeling. Sure he got a bit bigger, not only in height but in muscles as well. But it felt familiar, like they had picked up were they left. The way she fitted into his embrace was as if it was meant for her. It gave her the courage she needed to let her feelings run free. She cried, staining his t-shirt, creating puffier eyes. But it felt good. Letting go of all the emotions she had felt that day. Not only about her mum, but also about Harry, the words of Jessy still echoing in her head, was she really turning in to a cold person? Shutting everyone out? She didn’t know.

If anything his hug comforted her and gave her the courage she needed, she would talk to him. Jessy was right she deserved closure, not now, but after everything was done  When her mum would get home and be herself again. Because she would right? She would get home?

“What’s that?”

She hadn’t noticed she said the last part out loud. “She’ll be ok right?” She said, louder this time.

Harry didn’t know what to say, he hoped with her. He hoped for the best but he didn’t know so he just shrug, not wanting to say the wrong thing. Alexa loosened his grip on her a bit so she could look him in the eyes, pleading. “Lie to me.”
Harry remembered that phrase, Alexa would always ask him to lie to her when she thought to much about her dad. She had never met him, she only had a name and her mum refusing to tell her anything else. She would ask him to tell her that some day she would meet him, that he would walk her down the isle.  it was an inside joke because both Harry and Alexa knew that that would never be the case, but it made her feel better and so he did.

“She’ll be ok.” Harry’s voice was soft as he tucked a piece of hair behind Alexa’s ear. Weird how you can be so distant and all of a sudden so close within 12 hours. “When we get to the hospital” he continued “she will already be up and about. And… And she’ll be there, she will see you walk down the isle.” Her lip curled up a bit as she noticed Harry’s reference towards the dreams she had, or actually still has, about her dad. She hugged him, a soft thank you escaping her lips.

The softness of her voice, the fragile state she was in, the fact that he could take care of her. She let him in, or so it felt for him. Nowhere all the way in, but the door was open. Whatever it was that she was mad at him for could be worked out. Or so he hoped.

She stayed there for a couple of minutes. Inhaling his scent, letting her muscles relax. Feeling his muscles flex as he moved a bit. When she spoke again her voice was fragile.

“I’m scared H. I haven’t seen her in so long, we haven’t…” Alexa swallowed a lump that formed in her throat before nuzzling into Harry a bit more. “We haven’t spoken in ages and I..- "She knows you love her Lex, and she loves you too.” Harry assured her.
He could feel Alexa’s pain. He knew it was difficult, not that it had been this bad. Alexa’s mum was different then his. Anne was a warm person, born to be a mother. Liz on the other hand, well let’s just say she and Alexa were opposites. The only thing they had in common was the need to always express themself. For Alexa this was trough music for Liz that was trough painting. Alexa often wondered if her dad was into music as much as she was as she couldn’t find anything in herself that reminded her of her mum. Alexa wondered if she should have made more of an effort to get closer to her. Come to think about it, she had shut a lot of people from the past out. Including the one that was holding her right now, his breath tickling her hair. And although she was still mad at him, she also felt relieved that she was here, in his arms. She could feel the possibility, somewhere in the future, to talk about it all. Her grudge was crumbling away and trough the cracks hope was shining.  Hope of maybe finding peace.

Harry’s phone buzzed in the seat on the other side of the isle. Harry didn’t get up.

“Your phone.” Alexa said as it buzzed for the second time.

“Not important.” Harry said as he talked into her hair.

“Might be.” Her words shocked Harry, of course it could be his mum! He gruntes as he got up, he didn’t want to leave this moment. Being so close to her had brought back so many memorys and he was afraid that it would slip away but he picked up his phone and indeed it was his mum.

Alexa looked at him as he talked to his mum. She couldn’t make much sense of the conversation as Harry just hummed a couple of times before hanging up.

When Harry looked at Alexa, sitting there in his sweater, legs still tucked under her but, a shimmer of hope in her eyes. A small smile appeared onhis face.

“She just got out of surgery.” Alexa’s brows furrowed. “ She is stable for now, my mum is with her, she’ll stay there till we get there.” Alexa’s muscle’s relaxed and a sigh of relieve waved over her. She would be ok, her mum would be ok.


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“Do you wanna come in?” She had turned on her heels, looking down before looking up at him. Hopeful? Or maybe she felt obligated? Or maybe she was just as tired as he was and she couldn’t think straight? He couldn’t tell. So he thought about the options as they stood on her doorstep.

Harry had been right, after he had picked up the phone the atmosphere had changed. He didn’t feel comfortable hugging her again so he took the seat opposite of her. They made some small talk. Alexa asked about his mum and Gemma and after that she dozed of for a bit. Harry tried to do the same but his mind went in 1001 directions as being so close to Alexa had brought back memory’s and feelings he had almost forgotten. His mum called again, telling him that the hospital staff had send her away as she wasn’t family. Liz was stable and there wasn’t much Anne could do.

When the plane arrived the first thing Alexa wanted to do was go to the hospital and although Harry tried to reason with her, telling her they could go first thing in the morning, Alexa was having none of that.  So they went to the hospital in the pitch black night. Alexa threw a fit with the staff, which amused Harry, as it worked and they granted her access to her mum. Harry was shocked when they saw Liz, the white sheets, the beeping machines and all sorts of fluids that were somehow making their way into her body. Harry watched as Alexa took a chair, without hesitation and sat next to her mum, hold her hand and sang soft songs to her. Harry’s hart warmed to the tone of her voices and it didn’t take long for him to be fast a sleep. When he woke up the next morning Alexa was still sitting in the chair holding her mothers hand. Her head rested on the bed as she had fallen asleep.

The doctors came in somewhere around 10am. Alexa had woken up 10 minutes before that and they explained what had happened. Her mum was hit by a truck, they had found an unusual high percentage of alcohol in her blood. And she had probably been so intoxicated that she couldn’t walk straight and she landed on the road. The truck tried to stop but was to late and hit her. Her mum had some internal bleeding, surgery had been necessary but that went splendid, or so the doctor told her and she was stable and would probably wake up today. And Liz did, twice actually. She smiled when she saw Alexa. She was tired, Alexa could tell, a few soft word escaping her mouth before falling back asleep. The second time her mum told her to go home and sleep in a bed, instead of on one of those awful chairs. Alexa argued once before nodding. A bed would be nice, they had been sitting on those chairs for quit some time now. Besides her mum seemed to be doing better.

Alexa had to process today she had to talk to someone after that hospital. She acted brave, she needed to be brave. Strong. For her mum but she felt so small and all she wanted to do was cry, and let her fears take over. Her mum was such a powerful woman and though they hadn’t been on the best terms, seeing her so fragile made Alexa feel vulnerable. Besides that, she was afraid of what she would find inside. Why was her mum drunk? She would never drink more then one or maybe two glasses of wine. Would she find empty bottle’s al over the place? Would it be a mess? Alexa sighed as she was debating on weather or not she would ask him in. She was feeling all this emotions but the hug on the plane had made her feel more like herself then she had felt in a long time,  she craved that feeling again.

And so here they were, on the doorstep of her mum’s house, she asked him again and he nodded before she turned the key and let him in.

High & Dry *Smut Warning*

“Alright. So Melanie you’re going to rush in and kiss Harry. Harry, you’re going to act surprised and then fall into sync with Mel. Let’s try doing the lines before the kiss this time, yeah? Everyone ready?”

I sigh when Christopher starts talking about the kiss. I’ve been dreading this scene since Harry came home with his script. I wanted to gauge Chris’ eyes out when I found out.

 I can remember our conversation clearly.

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