You heard him before you could see him. You heard His feet stomping against the floor trying to not make too much noise, but at the same time trying to keep balance. You heard him fumbling with the keys, trying to put the right one in the hole, and cursing everytime he didn’t get it right. You heard him finally opening the door, his deep breathes interrupted by hiccups ever few seconds.
You shook your head hoping it wasn’t one of those nights. Hoping maybe he came home at 3am because he went to get a late snack, or his car broke down, or maybe just maybe he did have a lot of work to do at the office. He couldn’t see you yet, and you could only make out his shadow as he fumbled to take off his shoes in the dark.
You wondered why you did this? Why you stay up to wait for him, when you know You’ll just be disappointed. You shake your head at your foolishness. If it hasn’t changed for weeks Why did you think it would change now? You were about to get up from the couch and run back upstairs before he could see you, but then the room lit up. You cursed under your breath when you could feel his eyes on you.
“Y/N?” He asked confused. You turned to face him and your eyes could see his bloodshot ones from a mile away.
“What are you doing awake?” Harry said slurring his words.
“I could ask you the same question.” You snap back.
“I was just-” He tried to answer you before you cut him off.
“Drinking again?” You said.
“Don’t be upset Y/N” he frowns while trying to walk straight towards you, tripping over his own feet.
“No” You said as you put your hand between you and him. “I don’t want to be near you when your wasted like this Harry.” He takes your hand that’s up to his chest and brings it to his lips
“I’m sorry Babeee” he slurs his words yet again “It won’t happen again.” You scoff.
“Yeah sure, just like how you promised yesterday, or the day before that, even weeks.” You said disappointed.
“I didn’t even have that much to drink” he lies as he hiccups.
You shake your head needing space from him to think about how to deal with all this as you turn to head upstairs.
“ Okay! Wait I’m sorry Baby.” He never calls you baby only babe making you wonder how much he really had to drink. He takes your hand again and turns you to face him. You really wanted to get away from him, you never liked him this drunk.
He leaned his lips next to your ear and whispers “let me make it up to you.” As he slowly kisses your cheek, and pushes you against the wall. You usually would enjoy this but the fact that you can smell the alcohol on his breath made you turn your cheek.
“You can’t just kiss me and except everything to be ok, Harry” You tell him. He lets out a frustrated sigh and brings one hand to his hair as he bangs his other one on the wall behind you, shaking it, causing you to jump.
“Shit” he says to himself. You knew he was having thoughts running through his mind, but you needed to know what they were.
“Why are you doing this Harry?” You say with a shaky voice. Not wanting to know the answer if it was about you, but you needed to know the truth.
“Is it me? Do you not want to be with me anymore?” Harrys head flew up and his eyes connected with yours immediately. “Is our relationship making you unhappy?” You say trying to hold back the tears, as Harry shakes his head repeatly.
“Y/N…” Harry tries to interrupt you but you just continue
“Is there another person you’re seeing?” Your voice cracked. “Is that why you’re coming home late and getting drunk?” You close your eyes trying to hold yourself together, But it just let the tears fall down your cheek. As you asked the last question, out of all of them that would be the worse.
“Y/N Stop!” Harry tells you as you tried to hold back your tears but couldn’t anymore. “Please don’t ever say that.” He says looking at your tear streamed face, making his heart break.
“Why would you ever think that?” He frowns as he wipes the tears falling down your face.
“You’ve be-been so distant lately and coming home late, and drinking your life away. Like you don’t want to be here. Like you don’t want to be with m-me” you say sniffling.
“Y/N, I love you why would I ever want to not be with you?” He steps even closer to you looking you straight in the eye.
“How do I even know your saying the truth, when you’re pissed drunk,” Harry placed both his hands on your shoulders forcing you to look at him as he stares into your watery eyes
“ Don’t you ever for one second, second guess my love for you, I love you Y/N, no matter what. If I’m drunk or sober, it’s the truth. I love you with all my fucking heart, my whole entire being. And I’m sorry that if you ever felt for just a millisecond that I don’t care about you. Because that’s farthest from the truth. And I’m sorry I’ve been acting this way, I’m a complete idiot for making you feel unloved and not special because you are a princess in my eyes, and I know I should treat you like one.”
You had more tears running down your face but not from sadness but out of joy,relief, happiness. But before you could say anything. Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug that made you feel like the safest place on earth.
“I’m so so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you feel any less loved, it’s just at work, people this month have been getting laid off left and right and everyones saying my sections next, and there’s only a few people in our department, me included. So I’ve been stressed with that, scared I’m gonna loose my job, so I applied to other places just as back ups. I want to provide for you and us and I was stressed and scared I didn’t want to tell you. So I resulted to drinking and staying out late, which I know isn’t the answer. I’m just so sorry.” Harry finishes.
You try to calm your breathing while you were still wrapped in Harrys arms, getting his shirt all wet with your tears. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask.
“I didn’t want to worry you unless it was for sure.” You sigh and nod your head in understanding.
“Okay, but you have to stop getting drunk every night Harry, it isn’t healthy for you & definitely won’t solve your problems.”
“I know, I know I’ve just been a complete jerk putting you through this.” You look down to the floor remembering all the nights and mornings caring for Harry after he had a hangover and got sick.
“I should of handled the situation better, I screwed up and I’m so sorry.” Harry tells you never breaking eye contact. “Could you forgive me?” He searches your face to find an answer.
You thought for awhile and then nodded. Harry sighs in relief as he brings his hand up to your cheek.
“And your the only one that has my heart Y/N.” He leans closer to your face, you could feel his breath tingling my lips. “Forever & always.”
Before you could even tell him how much you loved him too, he closes the gap between your lips. Slowly kissing you as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. Before anything could go further you pulled away, and confusion was etched on Harry’s face.
“I just wanted to tell you that I love you too. And we can get through this no matter what happens ok?” You said taking his hand in yours showing him your not going anywhere. He smiles and nods at the beautiful woman he can call his.
And then your lips were on each others once more, but this time because you kissed him.
A/N: This was my first ever post on this account, so I really hope you liked my little one shot! If you have any requests please feel free to tell me, I would love to do them. Also if you like this follow me for more posts, like this one!
Harry is the twenty-six year old librarian at Niall’s
university, and Niall is the eighteen-year-old kid who likes fun-colored socks
and outdated bands and getting into trouble at the worst of times and calling
Harry daddy, and Harry just wants Niall to be okay, really, but Niall just
13.6k of growing affection, borderline love, and mentions of
attempted sexual assault, mentions of murder, suicide, abortion, death, and
[kind of] verbal abuse, but there’s also daddy/baby boy and
daddy-dom/little-boy, too, as well as orgasm denial and body worship and a
blowjob against the wall that leaves Harry’s soul shaking because he adores
Niall so much.
Hello! Can you write something where Harry and you go to a cooking class ( or any class really, like a painting class or baking class ) and Harry’s not so good at it and gets pouty and just full of fluff :)
“First off I want to say thank you for helping me out in ceramics, you really have great talent. And I know I’m still shit at ceramics, but I’m more shitty at explaining my feelings towards you.” Harry says nervously, making your heart skip a beat.
You weren’t really sure why you signed up for a ceramics class, but now you’re super happy you did. You always enjoyed making things and this was a great way to do that. Also it’s not like you had anything fun to do this summer. This was better then staying cooped up in your room, doing nothing all day.
“You’re work is wonderful Y/N, keep it up.” You smiled at what your teacher said about your new piece.
You say a small thank you, as you get up to get the glaze, since your work was almost done. Before you grabbed it you examined your dirty hands that had clay and paint splattered all over it. You picked at your finger nails trying to get the clay off, but it was no use.
Finally finding the glaze you grab it, and place it on the empty desk next to you. The memory comes to your mind of the girl who used to sit here, and how she hated this class so much that she quit. You were sad to see her go, since she was the only person you really talked to here. But it was also a bonus that you got an extra place to work, because your desk already had too much stuff on it.
You grabbed the medium size paint brush, opened the glaze, and started applying it to your tile. You were so happy with how it turned out, it was simple but colorful. You couldn’t wait to bring it back to your apartment, and make it a home by your bed side table.
You silently hummed to the music that was making way through your headphones, as you toned out the world around you. You did that a lot. Going in your own little world and forgetting your in a class room with others, doing the same thing as you. But you didn’t mind. You brushed your hair out from your face, careful not get glaze in you hair again. Knowing first hand how hard that is to come off.
You felt a presence behind you making you tense up for a bit. But then remember that it was probably your ceramics teacher admiring your work, so you continued.
“Her little brother never told you but he loves you so, he says your mother only smiles on the tv shows.” You sing to yourself and glaze.
“Everything was blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans-” Suddenly one of your earbuds was yanked from your right ear.
Almost dropping your work from the surprise, you quickly look up to see who did that.
Then you come face to face with a guy with a sorry look on his face, while he tries to say something.
“What the heck was-”
“I’m really sorry, honestly. The teacher told me to sit here” he points to the desk that wasn’t yours, but you were occupying it.
“I’m new, and I’m sorry I took out your ear phones but I reckon you wouldn’t of heard me, I tried.” He sends you a warm smile.
Realization hits you and you feel bad for almost yelling at him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know anymore new people would be joining this class, let me just move my stuff. One second.” You hurry and grab the paint brushes, glaze, and some other items, you had scattered all over the desk and placed them on your side.
You could feel the guy watching you swiftly move to get his new area clean. You pretty much were done, when you looked over at your now unorganized small desk, that you forgot your piece you were working on.
“This is so cool. Did you make this yourself?” The deep voice of the guy said.
You turned around to see what he was looking at and your eyes suddenly widened. You quicky walked to him.
“Oh wait no, you can’t hold it yet it’s not done drying.” You say grabbing his hand and taking it from the bottom where their was no glaze, and then you put it back on your desk. You sighed when you saw his finger prints now etched into your tile.
“Oh shit” he looks at what he did, feeling bad. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know, honest-”
You give him a small smile “honestly it’s ok, I have other things I’m working on. It’s not a big deal.”
“I feel like a complete idiot. First I disturb you from listening to your music, make you move, and now I messed up your work.” He frowns.
You laugh “It wasn’t even my own desk, and I understand really. Your apology is accepted.”
He sighs in relief and smiles, “Thank yo-”
“Ah, Y/N I see you met Harry. He was on the waiting list, and since Stella left, it was perfect.”
The teacher goes on about the whole program to Harry. You finally got to actually look at him. He was quite the looker you thought to yourself. He was very tall and had a nice set of eyes. Your teacher showed him around the room and introduced him to all the tools. You could tell he wasn’t really paying attention as you saw his eyes looking anywhere but where she was pointing too.
You didn’t realize you were staring for so long until you saw his eyes lock to yours. He sends you a quick wink. Your eyes widen as you quickly turn your head back to your work and blushed.
You could feel him looking over at you the whole class, but you didn’t dare to look to see if you were correct. The teacher told you that if Harry had any questions to help him, and that your his working partner, since he is new at all this. You just nodded your head agreeing with her.
Harry wasn’t doing anything today, since he came a bit late.
“Okay guys we are leaving in about five minutes, so start getting cleaned up so you can get out in time.” The teacher announced.
Everyone’s chairs started to move as we all started to put our materials away and get ready to leave for the evening. You checked on your tile that you placed in the oven and set it on the side dish too cool off over night. You quickly washed your hands and started to grab your things to go home.
Pushing your chair into your desk, and slinging your bag onto your arm you head to the door. Your teacher said goodbye to you as you did the same.
Right as you pushed the door open, and walked into the hot, humid, summer air. You heard footsteps behind you.
“Wait, hold on!”
You quickly turned as you were outside. You see Harry running towards you. You didn’t realize you let go of the door, until it slammed into him.
“Oh my gosh!” You ran towards him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know you were behind m-”
“What’s your name?” He interrupts you.
You looked at him confused.
“Wait but are you ok?” You look over him concerned.
“Yeah I’m fine really, I’m a big boy.” He smirks.
“But I never caught your name, I was just wondering since you are gonna be helping me a lot. And I honestly just wanted to warn you that I’m shit at ceramics.” He catches you off guard.
You laugh, “oh really?”
“Yeah I’m dead serious if their was an award for “The worlds shittest ceramics person ever” I know I would win that”
“You can’t be that bad.”
“You just wait and see.” His eyes glisten as he looks down on you.
“Oh yeah, I’m Y/N” you said adjusting your bag on your shoulder, a nervous habit you do.
“Ah that’s pretty.” You say a small thank you.
“Well I gotta run, but I’ll see you Wednesday Yeah?”
“Can’t wait, see ya Y/N” he says as he walks away.
As you walk over to your car, you kept replaying the way he said your name, and you liked it.
You turned back behind you too see if he had gone, but you can already see that he turned back to look at you.
Okay maybe Harry wasn’t lying when he said that he was shit at ceramics. Well maybe not shit he was ok. More like crappy, bad, horrible. But shitty was maybe too strong of a word.
“This is stupid!” He yells as you see him trying to keep his hand steady while he is working on the pottery wheel. But his hands are going in opposite directions and it wasn’t steady. You were happy you guys were in the back room, so Harrys common shouts wouldn’t disturb the others.
“We’re you even listening when the teacher taught you how to use it?” You scold him.
“Nope” he said “I was too busy looking at prettier things.” Your memory of yesterday comes back, but you ignore it.
You laugh at his frustration and make your way over to him. You shoo him off the chair and sit down to show him.
“Like this.” You put a new set of clay on the wheel, and turn it on. “You have to keep your hands flat like this. And slowly go up and down. Make sure your nails don’t get caught just keep them straight, but relaxed. Kind of like your petting a cat.” You look over to make sure he is looking.
Harry watches you intently and nods his head at everything your saying. You quickly get off the stool and tell him to try again.
“Can you just do everything for me?” He whines, making you giggle.
“Of course not! How are you ever gonna learn, Harry?!”
“Ok, ok” he puts his hand up in defeat. “Your right.”
He sits himself back down on the wheel and tries again. But this time you can tell he actually followed your advice and you smiled.
“Your getting the hang of it just one thing, don’t spread your fingers too much.”
“It’s hard, Y/N, my hands are massive, and it’s not helping that were making the smallest thing ever with my huge hands.” He pouts and you shake your head.
“Here let me help you.” Harry moved back on his chair to give you room to sit infront of him. You stood their having a battle in your brain if you should sit there. But you decided too, since your just helping him learn.
You place your hands on top of his, to keep his fingers together. “Just like this, it’s not too hard. Ya?” You ask him but you heard nothing in response.
You could hear Harrys soft breathing, and that’s when you realize you were so close.
“You have small hands.” Harry says.
“No way, you mister just have overly big hands. Like look at them.” He chuckles at your statement.
You looked at both of your hands on the spinning wheel working together, with clay all over them. You tilted your head a bit to Harry and saw that he was already looking at you. But not at your face, but at your lips. Your breathe softly hitched in your mouth as you realized how even closer you guys have gotten, and Harry was leaning in.
“I- I think you got the hang of it now.” You say taking your hands off his and getting off the chair you shared.
“Um yeah, thanks.” He says taking a deep breathe.
“I’m gonna head back to the front room, to finish my work. If you need anymore help ask me okay?” You say in one breathe trying to collect your thoughts.
“Okay, I will.” He gives you a small smile as you quickly went to the other room.
You sat back on your desk, thinking about what just happened. You almost kissed! You place your head in your hands. This is ridiculous, you guys just met. But the weird thing was that you wanted to.
You really wanted to kiss Harry.
All these chemicals have clearly gone to your head. You thought as you went back to work.
Weeks have passed and you and Harry became much closer as friends. You guys would laugh and hang out during class. You would say that Harry has gotten so much better at ceramics from your help. You liked having him around he was a great person always kind, generous , and caring.
As you got out of your car to head to another day of class. You saw a few of your classmates standing outside the building, and walking away disappointed. When you got closer you could hear them chattering.
“What’s going on?” You ask
“Class is canceled today.” A red head you think her name was Eve told you, and pointed to a paper hung on the door that read:
Sorry guys no Ceramics class today. I had an emergency family event in Georgia. Class will start next week on Wednesday. Sorry for the inconvenience.
You sighed, you were bummed honestly. Not going to ceramics not only meant that you couldn’t do art, but you couldn’t see Harry. And the second option was the biggest concern right now. Making you wonder why?
“Hey Y/N, what’s going on?” You felt a hand take yours and you knew it was Harry. Which made your stomach flutter.
“Class is canceled until next week.” You pout.
“Aww man, does that mean I won’t be able to do my awesome ceramic skills?” He says sarcastically.
You roll your eyes. “ oh come on, you know I’ve taught you well. You owe me be big time buddy.” You say hitting your hips against his. He laughs and nods his head.
“So what are you gonna do now?” He asks you as you guys walk back to where your cars were to go home.
You sigh “ Go home and do nothing probably”
“Hmm how about we hang out?” He turns to you making you stop walking.
You think for a second. “What did you have in mind.”
“Maybe grab some food at the diner down the street. Since I owe you for all your hard working for helping me with ceramics. It’s my treat.” You look up at his dimpled smile as he talked.
“Harry I was only kidding, you don’t owe me anything.”
“I know, but I still want to do this. I still want to hang out with you.” He takes your hand in his again and that feeling in your stomach comes back. “Come on Y/N lets actually hang out together in a place that doesn’t smell like chemicals, making us loose brain cells.” You laugh at his statement.
“Okay styles. What are you waiting for lets go!”
“What’s your favorite thing to do, besides ceramics obviously?” Harry asks you as he eats another French fry.
“Hmmm” you think to yourself as you sip on you lemonade.
“ I like gardening. Well kind of, it’s more like I like flowers. I keep a bunch in my house. Like everywhere. It’s honestly ridiculous” You laugh to yourself at all the flowers you have around your house.
“What’s your favorite?” You look up at him. He countinues, “Flower I mean.”
“Wow thats really hard, but I would have to say probably…” You go over all the flowers you ever liked in your head.
“Probably Dahlias, they are so pretty and colorful. So probably those.” Harry smiles at you, and you smile back.
“ What about you? What do you like to do?” Your curiosity gets the better of you. You wanted to know more about Harry. You wanted to know everything about him.
“I write a bit, and I also play a few instruments. That’s pretty much me. Nothing that interesting really.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“What made you even want to do ceramics? You laugh. “No offense you don’t really seem that into it. The last girl hated it and quit.” You wondered why he didn’t just leave. Even though you didn’t want him too.
“I don’t know I wanted to try something different. Ya know? I honestly was thinking about it the first day I came in. But I guess I saw something that made me stay.” He slowly looked up at you.
Making you want to do what you almost did a few weeks ago.
But Harry didn’t really seem to take you for anything more then just a friend.
After you talked for hours, you didn’t even realize the sun was setting until you got out of the diner.
“Today was fun.” Harry broke the silence as you were making your ways back to your car.
“I know! Who knew we can have fun when we aren’t doing ceramics.” You guys both laugh.
Harry walked you to your car even though his was on the opposite end of the parking lot.
“Thank you for treating me to lunch.” You say as you lean against your car door not wanting this day to end.
“No problem Y/N, we should hang out more often.” You grinned bigger then you should at what he said.
“Definitely.” You open your car door and was about to get in when Harry brings you back around and gives you a tight hug. It took you by suprise but you hug him back.
“Get home safe. And text me when your home.” Your heart aches at how caring he is. But you smiled at the fact that you could text him now. Remembering when Harry took your phone today and added his number
While making his name in your contacts “cutie with the curls”
The last few classes Harry has been working on a piece but you didn’t know what it was. Everytime you asked him he would brush it off and avoid the question. He hasn’t even really been talking to you much in class lately or asking you for help. Which made you a bit sad that he didn’t need you anymore, but you understood. He was working on something special by the looks of it.
Your feelings for Harry haven’t gone away. They probably have gotten worse. You know for a fact that you like him, a lot. But it’s not like you can do anything about it, you knew that.
Your friendship was more important then these unwanted feels, that you knew he didn’t return.
You sighed to yourself as you started molding your next piece you wanted. Class was going to end soon and you weren’t even close to being done, too distracted by your thoughts of Harry to get any work done.
“You okay , love?” Harry asks you as he makes his way back to his desk. You smile at how recently he’s been calling you that.
“Yeah, just tired is all” You lie. He nods his head and goes back to what he’s been working on.
“So, what are you making?” You try and look over but his body is covering it.
“It’s nothing really, it’s not even for me. I’m making it for someone.” Your heart sinks as you see all the paints he is using are all bright colors. Making you think it’s for a girl.
“She seems really special, for you to be doing all that for her.” You say too bitterly for your own liking.
Harry looks up at you as you look back down.
“Yeah my mom is pretty special.” He says.
“Is it okay, if I stay after a little. I can lock up. I’m just almost done with this piece.” You ask your teacher.
“Of course honey.” Here’s the keys. “Just put them in the mail box when your done.” You nod and thank her.
The classroom was pretty much empty with just a few more people, Harry included, and they were about to leave.
After a few minutes everyone was gone, but Harry. But he was packing up to go.
“You want me to walk you to your car?” He asks you.
“I’m fine, I’m staying after for a little to finish this.” You tell him motioning to your clay you’re almost done setting.
“I can stay for a bit and wait if you want.” He asks looking worried.
“It’s fine, I’m good really I’ve done this before.” You reassure him.
He looks over at the windows as the sun starts to set and shakes his head.
“It’s good, I’ll keep you company. I have nowhere to be anyways.” He takes his bag down and moves his chair closer to you.
You smile and thank him.
“So what are you making?” He asks.
“I’m trying to mold this into a little square dish so I can put my car keys and bracelets on it.” You tell him, not making eye contact, but focusing on the wheel so you wouldn’t mess up.
“You have so much concentration, I don’t think I can ever be so patient like you. It’s admirable really. Your art is beautiful.” He compliments you.
“Thanks Harry, your too nice” You look up at him to show him how much you appreciated his compliment.
“No problem.” he grins making his dimples pop out.
“I think I’m almost done” You say moving your hands back and forth to get the desired shape you wanted. You kept moving your head back to try and get your hair out of the way. Since it was almost falling into your mold.
Harry sees you struggling and takes his hand and tucks your hair behind your ear. You turn off the wheel and smile, and turn to Harry to thank him.
But there he was again already looking at you. His blazing green eyes searched your whole face for something, but you didn’t know what. You could feel your heart beating in your chest for how close you guys were once again and you really just want-
Before you could finish that though Harry leaned in brushing his lips against yours first, before kissing you.
Catching you by suprise you almost fall off your stool but Harry’s hands were placed now on your waist keeping you steady. You then leaned in and kissed him back.
Your breathe hitched as you felt his tongue gain access between your lips. Harry’s lips against yours was the best feeling ever. Your hands just wouldn’t stay still as you placed them on the side oh his face and closer to his hair. Making him moan in satisfaction.
You quickly pulled away from him, and realized what you have just done. You saw the grey clay all over the side of Harrys face and his hair.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. My hands I-I” you say trying to hold in a giggle, as you looked over Harry’s face.
Harry gives you a deep chuckle “shhh, it’s ok.” He says and before you try and apologize again
He eagerly kisses you.
You sat in your car outside ceramics class just thinking. You thought about everything that happened last night with you and Harry in that very building in front of you. You thought about how much you loved the feeling of his lips on yours and how you wanted to kiss him again.
And how after you both pulled away he told you “I wanted to do that since the day I saw you.”
Making you realize he did like you, and you couldn’t be happier.
You trace your fingers on your lips where Harry kissed you last night, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You’ve never been kiss like that before.
But you didn’t know what the next step will be in your relationship. Obviously you guys weren’t just friends now. But you didn’t know how to go about everything.
To clear your head you came back here even though you didn’t have class. To pick up the dish you were working on last night, since your plans were turned elsewhere. Your cheeks started to heat up, just thinking about how Harry made you feel.
You made your way inside, and picked up the few items you needed to do a few touch ups at home. Since you totally forgot to drop the key in the mail box yesterday.
You grabed your mold that dried over night, happy with the way it turned out. You looked over to see if you should bring anything else home. You spotted a pretty paint color you thought would be nice to borrow until the next class.
As you were about to leave your eyes trail over the wheel area where you and Harry kissed last night. Wishing it can happen all over again.
You look down at your watch and decide to head back home. Buy You cleaned up a little from yesterday first.
You were putting the cleaning supplies back on the top shelf when the door dinged signaling someone had come in.
You drop the disinfecting wipes and screamed. But then you turned around and your eyes widen as you see Harry. He is wearing black jeans with a grey shirt. While a bandanna covered part of his hair. He looked hot.
“I’m sorry” he rushes over to you. Picking up the wipes. “ I didn’t mean to scare you, love.” He cracks a smile.
“I just didn’t know anyone was coming.” You put your hand over your heart, to try and calm
It down. Harry holds out a hand for you, and you take it.
“Me neither.” He says locking eyes with you. The memories of yesterday resurfaced and all you wanted to do was lean in and kiss him.
“Why are you here?” You ask.
“If I’m honest, hoping you would be here. Since I knew you didn’t finish your work yesterday.” He said smirking.
You looked down and smiled. “ Yeah but I’m taking it home.”
Harry nods, searching your face and just for a brief second looks at your lips but then stops.
“I want to show you something.” He tells you.
“Okay.” You say more of a whisper.
Harry takes your hand in his and pulls you out the building as you lock up.
“Where are you taking me?” You giggle.
He didn’t answer but soon we were in the parking garage and standing infront of Harrys car.
Harry looks really nervous and you started getting nervous too. Did he regret anything? He unlocks his car and brings out a shoe box. You looked down on it confused.
“First off I want to say thank you for helping me out in ceramics, you really have great talent. And I know I’m still shit at ceramics, but I’m more shitty at explaining my feelings towards you.” Harry says nervously, making your heart skip a beat.
“So I made this for you, because I think your amazing and I wanted you to know that.”
Harry lifts the shoes box and you gasp.
The box revealed a pretty flower pot decorated with beautiful colors. But inside it their was a bit of soil, and you couldn’t believe it.
Your favorite flowers, Dahlias.
You brought your hand to your mouth as you looked over everything. “Did you make this for me?” You ask look up at Harry as he bit his lip. You realized this was what he working on all these weeks.
“Yeah, I know it’s not the best but-” You cut him off but placing a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Harry shut up its amazing! Oh my gosh! How long did it take.” You take the pot out of the box and examine how greatly crafted this was.
At the end bottom of the pot it said:
All The Love -H
You smiled so big, you loved it so much. And the flowers made it even better.
“You remembered.” You softly say, as you touch the petals of the flowers.
“Yeah, your favorite flowers. Pretty flowers for an even prettier girl.” Harry says to you.
You place the pot on his car and hugged Harry.
“Thank you Harry. You have no idea what this means to me.” Harry says your welcome and hugs you back.
“I want to be more then just friends, love. If it wasn’t obvious.” You laugh into his shirt.
“So can I take you on a real date?” He asks while he pulls you away from him, wanting to see your face.
“Yes! I would love tha-” Before you could even finish Harry had his lips on yours. Making you giggle into the kiss. You were on cloud 9 right now.
“I’m so happy, I stayed.” Harry whispers into you ear.
And you nodded, you were so happy too.
A/N: I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! I know that this took me forever but I loved how it turned out! Please reblog/like it and tell me what you think! Also requests are open!
Can you do one where Harry is a business man and Y/N is a spoiled bitch?(and his wife) but they love each other ?
You better have bought me that bag I was asking for Mr Styles. Otherwise, don’t expect to see me when you get home.
Love from your darling wife,
An email like that was normal for Harry. Normal for his kind of marriage; So he thought. Whenever Y/N demanded something he caved in and ran to her beck and call. If she asked for all the stars in the sky he would somehow manage to give them to her, because in Harry’s eyes Y/N deserved every single piece of the world. In Harry’s eyes Y/N was a Greek goddess that he couldn’t get enough of, no matter how many years went by.
The drive home was a long one. Cars continuously obstructed Harry’s path causing his baby to have to wait even longer. Harry hated being late home. Leaving Y/N alone all day was bad enough and many days Harry had to fight the urge to turn back in morning rush hour traffic and go back home to his wife.
Sometimes Y/N would visit Harry in his office. Dressed in a beige Burberry mac covering lingerie which left little to the imagination, she would drape her petite frame across his desk murmuring sweet nothings against the business man’s neck. When she was satisfied by Harry’s manhood and tantalizing kisses she would leave, the echo of her louboutins playing over and over in Harry’s head.
She’s a tease, and she knows how to put Harry right where she wants him. But Harry enjoys it. He loves tiptoeing around her and running to his wife’s beck and call. It’s all part of the thrill.
Pulling onto the drive he looked up at the mansion. Walking to the door, Vivienne Westwood bag in hand, he fumbled in his back pocket for his keys. Entering into the hallway, Harry’s nostrils were greeted by the sweet smell of beef stew, his favorite dish made by her. Following the smell he was met by his beautiful wife, draped in an apron, wooden spoon in hand. Harry entrapped her from behind into a tight embrace causing a small giggle to leave her lips.
“Home at last” she smiled, turning around to face her husband. “Hmmm” Harry mumbled, nuzzling himself into her neck. “Awww has my baby had a long day?” she cooed earning a nod from Harry. She then moved her husband towards the dining table and sat him down on a chair. “Now, Mr. Have you got what i asked for?” “Yes darling” the tall man spoke pointing towards the Vivienne Westwood paper bag that was slumped next to him. Pulling the handbag out she gasped in awe. “The exact one i wanted. Good boy” she smirked kissing Harry on the cheek before sauntering back over to the stove.
Harry watched his wife in awe. The dual personality she adorned ignited his soul. The bitchy side he knew all too well enthralled him and left him wanting more. Yet the cute, affectionate side she was showing now as she stirs the stew makes him feel warm and loved.
Y/N loved playing into Harry’s hands. She wasnt a bitch, nor was she a gold digger. She just knew what made Harry tick and Harry’s enjoyment of this relationship was in her best interests. The gifts didn’t really mean anything to her, but the way Harry jumped at her beck and call made her feel powerful, loved and cherished.
At the start of their relationship she was weak. Harry’s ego and wealth empowered her and she was unable to compete. At first, the showering of gifts seemed unnecessary to her. She isn’t with him for the money. But the fact he insisted made it easier to take. Not before long Y/N realised that if she wanted to get an upper hand on Harry the power of gifts was the way forward. So she began getting angry when he failed to deliver.
“Baby, I’m home!” Harry bellowed through the house. Walking through the hall and into the living room he found her. “Here you are” he smiled. “Where’s my earrings?” she rudely scowled. “What earrings?” he asked, pure confusion etched upon his face. “The ones you promised me. You told me I would get them today.” Her glare was dangerous. “Oh, yes. I remember, I’m so sorry darling” the tall man hushed. Y/N turned away and smirked to herself, knowing that her plan had worked. “I’m disappointed and hurt Harry” she pretended to be upset. “What, why love? I’ll get them don’t worry!” he rushed towards her but she refused to meet his gaze. Growing panicked Harry pulled her towards him by the waist. “Y/N, darling. I promise tomorrow they will be with you. Okay?” “Fine” she spoke coldly pulling away from him and walking into the kitchen.
Since that day Harry has never slipped up or failed to produce once. And that’s when Y/N realised that she had finally gained power. Harry insisted that she stayed at home whilst he worked therefore she had no income of her own. Playing on this idea she would tell Harry that’s why she relies on the gifts. But it’s a lie. All she relies on is the power it gives her.
She even held power when entering Harry’s office. That’s mostly why she visits. All the workers suddenly look interested in their computer screens whenever she walks by. No doubt scared in case the boss’ wife is on a lookout. The girls would scowl and look at her in disgust, jealous of her perfectly styled hair and designer attire. Everybody wanted to be Harry’s girl; the difference was she actually is.
“So, how was work today?” she asks, shoveling a spoonful of stew into her mouth. “Boring, Janice is slacking again” dipping his bread into the stew. “Maybe I might have to pop in again then, give her the glare” she winks causing Harry to chuckle. “You could always visit me too.. if you wanted to of course?” he asks, almost scared of her reaction. “Sorry, I’ve got better things to be doing” she spoke whilst filling her spoon. “Oh” the older man simply spoke. Y/N looked up only to see the look of sadness on Harry’s face.
Bursting out laughing she covered her mouth with her perfectly manicured nails. “Harry I’m joking. Of course I will come and see you” she giggles. “Oh” he laughed, suddenly becoming aware of the joke that had been played on him. “Im not a total bitch you know. I mean, im not a bitch at all right?” she asks, becoming panicked. “No love your not” Harry replied. “When I demand for gifts it’s just for fun you know. I know you enjoy our little game as much as I do right?” she asks, feeling guilty for her behavior. “I know love. I know it’s all an act. I do remember the little innocent Y/N I fell in love with you know” he laughs whilst chewing on his stew. “But what about the Y/N sat right here now?” “The Y/N sat right here now is mature, dominating and fucking sexy” he replies reaching under the table and squeezing her thigh. Her angelic face is overcome by a smile as she looks lovingly at her husband.
The reassurance that Harry was happy with the game they were both playing was all that she needed and it wouldn’t be long before a new plan would make way into her head.
The next day Harry practically drowns in piles of paperwork whilst his PA sits outside probably swiping right on Tinder. He wishes he could be at home with Y/N more than ever.
The clicking of Jimmy Choos could soon be heard as Janice the PA slams her phone down out of fear and horror. “Ah, Janice, that wasn’t a phone I saw was it?” Y/N asks. “No, miss” “Good, I wouldn’t want to have to inform my husband that his secretary is a full blown slacker now would I?” she smiles sarcastically. “Definitely not Mrs Styles” Janice practically shakes. “Good Darling. Because I’ll have you know that people are desperate to be sat in that chair right now and working for Styles Enterprise. Harry could have any PA that he wants. So I’d start doing some work if I was you” she growls whilst leaning down towards Janice. “Yes Mrs Styles” the younger girl frantically nods. “Good” Y/N nods back before sauntering into Harry’s office.
“Well, let me just say darling. You won’t be having problems with her again” she smiles, proud of herself. “Oh you didn’t” he smirks impressed by her work. “Oh honey, I did” she laughs whilst sitting on his desk next to his computer screen. She made sure to drape her legs over his crotch and lean over him to reveal her very ample cleavage. “So, what are you doing?” she asks, fluttering her eyelashes as Harry points to the large pile of paperwork. “Well that looks… fun” she laughs. “I can’t contain my excitement” he jokes back.
Standing up she runs her finger over his crotch. “Well, I’ll do you a deal baby” she whispers down his ear causing him to bolt upright in his seat. “If you finish all this work I will reward you when you get home later, but I want proof that you have.” Harry’s Adam apple bobs as he gulps in anticipation. “Okay, deal” he finally speaks. She then sways her hips seductively and walks towards the door not before turning back towards the figure in the chair. “Oh Harry, I forgot to tell you baby” she cooes causing him to look up. “Mmmm” he hums back. With one swift movement her coat is undone and flat on the floor leaving her standing in a black lace corset set with matching suspenders.
Harry’s instinct was to leap out of his seat eyes bulging wide. “Remember our deal daddy” she purs whilst picking up her coat and putting it back on. “Right, yes” he speaks, remembering what he has gotten himself into. “Tonight” he repeats. “Enjoy baby” she smirks and with one swift movement she was gone.
Walking towards the lift she giggled to herself. She had Harry right where she wanted him and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
This was requested by anon! Sorry it took a while but i have worked a lot on it so hopefully its good? Please like if you read. If you have a request please message me. Also message me with feedback on what you think of this, i’m intrigued to know. Thanks guys!
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.